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luxaryllis · 3 years ago

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Hi! I had just stumbled upon your posts about your scared riddle sibling reader and hetalia MC posts! And that got me hooked on them!

If you're not busy, would you fine with doing a MC that's like APH Hungary or APH Vietnam? I just find the thought of MC hitting TWST guys with a pan or an paddle

And if you don't mind, could I write an ao3 fanfiction based on your hetalia MC HCS? I promise to credit you! ^^

Hetalia!Hungary with TWST Vice Dorm Leaders and First Years

Note: Hello! Aww, I'm glad that you liked my Hetalia!MC and Scared!Younger sibling!reader hehe. And this took a while to get to so I apologize.

And for this, I chose Hungary; so I could do both of these requests together-

Hope that's alright. If u wanted me to do Vietnam, you can just give me a message or a request!

Oh! And btw, I already made an announcement about this when I had gotten a request, but do read @kasumi-prenami 's Draw a Circle, That's Not The Earth! That's Twisted Wonderland! fic. It's a Hetalia x Twisted Wonderland, so if you guys would like to read that, go ahead!! The story so far is AMAZING! 💙

And yes, Hungary is amazing! Hungary hitting the first years and everyone else with a frying pan is amazing!!

Also, FINALLY!! A REQUEST WITH PEOPLE OTHER THAN THE DORM LEADERS!!!! Don't get me wrong, I love the Dorm Leaders; but it's getting a tad tiring writing for them ALL the time.

Anyway, let's get to it!!

Again, please note that this was not meant or intended to offend anyone. And that all mentions of 'Hungary' refer to Aph Hungary/Elizaveta, unless said otherwise, the same with other countries mentioned. Please tell me if you found anything here offensive and I will try to revise it. Also, I will say it again, this was written with a platonic relationship in mind, as it didn't specify whether you wanted it to be romantic or platonic.

Also, since a part of Hetalia!Hungary that I find very interesting is her past (to those who don't know, as a "child", Hungary posed as a boy and helped fight for her country) and how when she grew up, she did accept the feminine things, but was still quite a tomboy. Part of the most interesting points about this character (to me) is her gender; but since I plan on making this gender-neutral, I will be making it so that MC is a bit feminine-seeming, but has a lot of boyish moments (if that makes sense). However, this does not exactly get mentioned much; it still will be mentioned in some parts.

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Heartslabyul:

Trey:

♣️ Since Trey was present during the Welcoming Ceremony, he has seen MC

♣️ Trey doesn't necessarily have a huge opinion on MC

♣️ Trey is quite interested and intrugied by MC; but not so much, as he has lots more to worry and focus about.

♣️ He does feel a tad amused of the fact that they use a skillet as a weapon.

♣️ But other than that, he's quite neutral of MC.

♣️ When he meets MC at the lunch scene, he gets more of an opinion of them.

♣️ He notices that MC is very sweet, but often hits Ace (and/or Grim and Deuce) when they mess up.

♣️ He also thinks that they're a great friend to Ace, Deuce and Grim.

♣️ MC's pretty chill with Trey.

♣️ They even helped him teach the others how to make a Mont Blanc.

♣️ They even made some food for him.

♣️ They said it was called, "Rigó Jancsi" (it's a Hungarian cake dessert; a traditional Hungarian chocolate sponge cake and chocolate cream pastry)

♣️ Anyway, MC really liked Trey at first.

♣️ He was nice, kind, complete husband material. He was also very similar to Austria.

♣️ Until they saw that he practically bends to whatever Riddle says and wants.

♣️ When they confront him in the library, they tell him that he isn't helping Riddle cope with his past; and is actually furthuring Riddle's mental instability.

♣️ They also tell him a bunch of things (after hitting him by he head; his head still aches from that time).

♣️ In the end, after Riddle's overblot (which easily ended in Mc's favor, as they led the battle against him and fought Riddle headfirst), Trey learns to respect MC a lot.

♣️ He learns that MC has a very unqiue nature and personality; to many people, they are very sweet, until something pisses them off and they get quite badass.

♣️ In the end, Trey enjoys MC's company, and MC learns to accept Trey and enjoy his company as well.

♣️ They also like to bake together.

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Ace Trappola

❤ Has the same reaction to MC as canon, but with a tad more, "holy sht, they're so badass'

❤ Yeah, he very much likes how MC hits people with a skillet

❤ He still does look down on them a tad, cuz they don't have magic

❤ So he approaches MC and Grim like normal, plot goes on.

❤ Except MC actually has a bigger role in trying to stop Grim and Ace from causing trouble.

❤ Was trouble still caused? Yes. It was, after all, because of MC punching Ace's head that he accidentally redirected Grim's fire even more towards the Queen of Hearts statue.

❤ Or made the wind even stronger.

❤ Either way works.

❤ But yeahh...

❤ Plot goes on-

❤ In the end of the Prologue, MC actually does get attached to Ace

❤ For some reason, Ace reminds MC of Prussia.

❤ ... I see a lot similarities too-

❤ During the Heartslabyul arc, MC definitely will take Ace's side a lot (they dote on him a lot too)

❤ But they also won't hesitate to hit him if he goes too far.

❤ Although Ace does find MC's prowess and control quite admirable.

❤ He does find their doting nature a tad annoying

❤ He learns to reluctnatly accept it though.

❤ He's seen MC fight people (and monsters) with a skillet.

❤ So he isn't so protective of them.

❤ He's also the one who summons the swords MC uses to fight.

❤ With the amount of time MC's practically saved him, Ace is definitely in their debt.

❤ As they spend more time together, these two definitely learn to value and cherish the other.

❤ Ace still reminds MC of Prussia.

❤ He's also now MC's child; no takebacksies.

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Deuce Spade:

♠️ He's very amazed at MC, to put it simply.

♠️ They have a very sweet and kind exterior, but know how to fight very well.

♠️ He also wants them to teach him how to fight with a skillet; he thinks it's useful to know how to fight with such an ordinary item 🤣

♠️ But other than those, he's very great and cooperative with MC.

♠️ MC also finds Deuce to be very gentlemanly and proper; despite his deliquent background and tendencies.

♠️ They think of him like Austria; but a tad more different?

♠️ But other than that, MC finds Deuce as a very good kid.

♠️ They also think that he's a precious little sht.

♠️ Okay, they sorta see Holy Roman Empire in them now...

♠️ Oh gosh...

♠️ Anyway! As the two spend more time together, they get really close, and MC sees Deuce as their child now.

♠️ Deuce finds MC to be a very big role model for him; they're nice, independent, know how and when to fight, and are very sweet.

♠️ So yeah!

♠️ Also, MC teaches Deuce how to weild a killet hahaha

♠️ Deuce is also another person who summons swords for MC to use.

♠️ He likes watching MC train with a sword; or simply listening to their stories.

Savanaclaw:

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Ruggie Bucchi:

🍩 He isn't an official vice dorm leader; but he might as well be, yknow?

🍩 Anyway, with MC's femenine-ish appearance, Ruggie mistook them as a female (unless ur MC IS female; but I wrote this with gender-neutral in mind so yeah-).

🍩 So Ruggie naturally respects MC, even if they aren't actually a girl. It's just the appearance, so Ruggie (at first) treats MC with a lot more respect and obedience than he would a normal person.

🍩 But he doesn't go too far; he won't give them his food or something, NO!

🍩 But if need be, he'll keep open doors for them, and is a lot more susceptible to doing little favors for them.

🍩 MC, at first, thinks that Ruggie is a complete gentleman, despite his messy appearance.

🍩 They dote on him a lot too.

🍩 They would make him some food (Ruggie would always be over the moon after receiving the food) and be really affectionate to him.

🍩 Their affection and doting on him goes to the point it reminds Ruggie of his grandma.

🍩 He also very much enjoyed being spoiled by them.

🍩 However, when MC found out Ruggie was the one responsible for the "accidents" to the Magift players, they were FURIOUS.

🍩 Mostly because Trey was hurt.

🍩 So uhh... sorta like this video. MC as Hungary, Trey as Austria, and Ruggie as Prussia (tho he doesn't necessarily appear there). Just change (or remove) a couple of lines and you now see the situation.

🍩 Yeah...

🍩 There are no soldiers tho-

🍩 Also, during the confrontation thing, any fight that happens, MC does NOT hesitate.

🍩 Can and will use their fists, their skillet, or a sword.

🍩 Can and will obliterate any opponent that comes at them.

🍩 At the end, they sorta reconcile with Ruggie and they're back on good terms.

🍩 If Ruggie did misgender MC (this depends on ur MC), he will apologize.

🍩 Disregard that if you imagine this/your MC as a female.

🍩 Anyway, when they go back on good terms, MC is doing the best they can to spoil Ruggie even more.

🍩 He reminds them of Prussia also.

🍩 Ruggie, on the other hand, likes getting spoiled, and often tries doing little things/favors for MC when he can.

🍩 MC also will hit Ruggie if he does something bad/wrong.

🍩 In the end, it's a pretty wholesome relationship.

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Jack Howl:

🐺 His first impression of MC during the welcoming ceremony was that he absolutely respects MC.

🐺 He's seen their fighting spirit and power and, with or without magic, Jack respects and appreciates that kind of thing.

🐺 So far, he definitely finds MC as a very strong and independent person.

🐺 During the Savanaclaw arc, when Jack challenges ADeuce to a fistfight, MC joins in.

🐺 Jack has to admit; they did real well against him.

🐺 Looking at them up close, he even notices their perfect form in fighting; they even beat him.

🐺 On the other hand, MC has very mixed feelings about Jack.

🐺 They do think that he has a greatbhead on his shoulders; he's independent. They respect that.

🐺 What they don't like about him is that he's a bit too... tsundere...

🐺 Don't get them wrong, MC loves tsunderes; it's just that Jack is making it really hard for them to keep a straight face whenever he acts like his tsundere-ish self.

🐺 Also, his ears and tail look so fluffy omg, they want to pet them-

🐺 Anyway, MC also finds that Jack has a great sense of justice and moral (unlike some other people *cough cough*)

🐺 They also notice that he can be quite the gentleman.

🐺 Anyway, by the end of everything, they both train and work out together.

🐺 Jack has now been adopted by MC as their child, and he has no say in it whatsoever.

Octavinelle:

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Jade Leech:

🍄 Now then, I'm going to assume that Jade was in the Welcoming Ceremony, so yeah!

🍄 Anyway, his first impression of MC would be awe; Jade has always had quite a fascination of anything land-oriented (especially mushrooms/nature), so seeing MC fighting in a "land"-way gets him interested.

🍄 Not only that, but he also gets interested on MC's circumstances (and basically all things MC).

🍄 Such as, why were they brought here, if they had no magic? Why use a skillet as a weapon? Is it some type of tradition from their place? Who taught them how to use a skillet?

🍄 Questions like those.

🍄 But anyway, other than that, Jade is quite neutral with MC.

🍄 However, when he notices that they plan on trying to put a stop to Azul's plan of turning the sea anemone students into slaves staff; Jade decides to take the opportunity to possibly think of MC's... weaknesses.

🍄 However this turns out is up to you; but Jade goes home emoty-handed.

🍄 Jade might have used his Unique Magic on them; but somehow it didn't work...

🍄 This makes him even more interested in MC; though a lot more cautious of them.

🍄 MC doesn't know what's hoing on hahaha

🍄 Anyway, when MC visits Monstro Lounge to talk to Azul, Jade interacts to them normally.

🍄 Though he can't help but notice that they're holding their skillet and have quite the intimidating aura around them.

🍄 Anyway, plot goes on normally

🍄 When Jade and Floyd stopped MC from getting to the Museum, they would have been defeated, had they not been underwater.

🍄 Since Floyd's Unique Magic doesn't exactly work on physical attacks (I think??), MC just swims up to them and hits them with their skillet, or just punches and/or kicks them.

🍄 Their movements were a lot slower, though, cuz they were in water.

🍄 Jade (and Floyd) came back with bruises.

🍄 Floyd was not happy; Jade wasn't either, but he was more.. intruiged.

🍄 MC has mixed feelings about Jade.

🍄 On one hand, they do like how he's quite gentlemanly.

🍄 But it's gone to the point where its quite infuriating; like he's mockingly being gentlemanly.

🍄 Not to mention, he did what he did to their "children".

🍄 But in end, they sorta reconcile and are in better terms.

🍄 MC also definitely told Jade a lot more about mushrooms and other human things, due to their lots of knowledge about things.

🍄 Now, Jade thinks that MC is really cool and very knowledgeable.

🍄 He also sees MC as a sort of guardian mentor figure to many people.

🍄 They both like to "gossip" a bit about a bunch of things.

🍄 Jade would even gladly disclose certain information to MC to help them.

Scarabia:

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Jamil Viper:

🐍 I will also assume that Jamil was there in the Welcoming Ceremony so yeah-

🐍 His first impression of MC was that they were:

🐍 ✨ C H A O T I C ✨

🐍 Anyway, he definitely thought that MC was going to be very chaotic.

🐍 Did not want to go near them.

🐍 He already has to deal with Kalim, he doesn't want more chaos in his already horrible life.

🐍 Anyway, other than that, he just overlooks MC; they aren't really special, they're a magicless student in a magic school.

🐍 But when he sees that they can benefit him in his plot against Kalim, he notices them a lot more.

🐍 During the Savanaclaw arc, when MC (and the others) investigate and "interrogate" the victims of the incidents.

🐍 He notices that MC was very sweet and caring to him.

🐍 This was something he wasn't used to; he was so used to seeing Kalim be the one to be doted on.

🐍 So this was really new.

🐍 A very welcome feeling though.

🐍 It fuels his ego-

🐍 Anyway, during the Scarabia arc, he was amazed by how well MC cooked.

🐍 MC also noticed how Jamil seemed to be... holding back

🐍 They also noticed how distasteful he seemed towards Kalim.

🐍 They definitely suspected Jamil.

🐍 When Jamil snapped, MC was ANGRY

🐍 HOW DARE HE DO THIS?!?! (They got attached to Kalim; he reminded them of Italy)

🐍 Anyway, when they got to him, they obliterated his overblot.

🐍 MC used their skillet (and had someone summon a sword for them) and defeated his overblot with ease.

🐍 However, while MC is angry at Jamil, they do understand that his feelings are justified.

🐍 But they believe that it isn't Kalim's fault, but his parents'; he shouldn't be directing his anger to Kalim, when he has done nothing to him.

🐍 This is what they say to Jamil, after he recovers from his overblot.

🐍 They also take care of him; they get him food, drinks, and help him around.

🐍 Jamil listens to Mc's words a lot; he tries reflecting on those words and tries to work on them.

🐍 In the end, Jamil and MC do reconcile and learn to accept each other.

🐍 Now, MC finds Jamil to be very hardworking and quite good at a lot of things.

🐍 Jamil also finds MC to be great company. He also finds them to be very knowledgeable about lots of things.

🐍 They often help each other cook in the kitchen; as well as helping each other with chores.

Pomefiore:

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Rook Hunt:

(Note: This might be pretty short compared to the others as I don't know much about this character. I might edit this soon when I do know more about the character, though.)

🏹 He notices how elegent and beautiful MC is.

🏹 He also finds them really interesting.

🏹 Rook appreciates how well-kept and and beautiful MC is.

🏹 He also likes how good and elegant they are with fighting; especially with a skillet.

🏹 Rook's first impression of MC: NEW SPECIMEN/PREY TO EXAMINE :D

🏹 Anyway, when MC meets Rook, all they see is France.

🏹 ...just France.

🏹 They also get quite attached to him, because while Francis (aka aph France) may be a douchenozzel, but both of them are still their own person.

🏹 Also Rook is a very intruging person of his own.

🏹 Now, it's just both of them mutually interested in each other and openly asking the other questions.

🏹 Rook really admires and looks up to how graceful and polished their skills and form is in simple day-to-day activities.

🏹 He and Vil wish other people would be like this; more like Vil, but still.

🏹 He felt very honored to fight alongside MC against Vil's Overblot (and during the Ignihyde Arc)

🏹 Anyway, I personally find it hard to characterize Rook so I apologize.

🏹 Might edit this soon to add more?

🏹 I am so sorry-

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Epel Felmier:

🍎 Epel's first impression of MC in the Welcoming Ceremony was that: THEY ARE SO BADASS OMG!! 🤩

🍎 He wants them to teach him the ways to be manly, despite having a femenine-like appearance.

🍎 MC also becomes his role model, when he learns what Vil is trying to teach him.

🍎 He follows their example and uses his appearance to his advantage.

🍎 Meanwhile, MC thinks of Epel as their child.

🍎 MC be adopting children left and right hahaha-

🍎 Anyway, Epel finds MC to be really cool, all throughout their interactions.

🍎 He does get a tad infuriated when they gush and dote at him, though.

🍎 He's supposed to be manly!!

🍎 Anyway, watching MC fight gets him really motivated too.

🍎 This happens during Vil's overblot, and the Ignihyde arc.

🍎 Other than that, a very wholesome relationship.

🍎 Epel often carves apples for MC and MC likes to make him some of their traditional food in return.

🍎 Epel's favorite is definitely the Hungarian Apple Pie (also known as Almás Pite)

🍎 Epel also definitely likes to copy whatever MC does; it's just a really cute relationship.

Ignihyde:

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Ortho Shroud:

(Note: This might be pretty short compared to the others as I don't know much about this character. I might edit this soon when I do know more about the character, though.)

🤖 Ortho is quite fascinated of MC.

🤖 Very interested on how they can fight with a skillet.

🤖 Definitely approaches MC and asks a lot of questions like he's a fan meeting their idol.

🤖 MC finds Ortho to be quite adorable.

🤖 They definitely adopt him on sight.

🤖 Their relationship is quite wholesome.

🤖 However, I'm not entirely sure what else to put in Ortho's part for now cuz I'm still waiting for someone to release an English translation of the last part of Chaoter 6 as of now.

🤖 Will add more when I learn more about Ortho's character; I'm so sorry.

Diasomnia:

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Lilia Vanrouge:

(Note: This might be pretty short compared to the others as I don't know much about this character. I might edit this soon when I do know more about the character, though.)

🦇 Lilia's first impression of MC was that they were quite interesting.

🦇 Fighting with a skillet is quite a strange skill to have.

🦇 He'd definitely want to ask them how and why they chose a skillet to use as a weapon.

🦇 But other than that, no big reactions from him.

🦇 When he learns and sees more of MC though, he finds that they are quite good company.

🦇 MC finds Lilia to be quite strange, but quite a nice companion.

🦇 They also like some of his jokes.

🦇 Although they often have to stop him from getting in the kitchen.

🦇 But other than that, it's just two people just joking around and having fun.

🦇 MC is really supportive of Lilia, and the other way around.

🦇 Lilia is grateful that MC accepted and befriended Malleus, and even admits that he approves of Malleus's decision to befriend them.

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Sebek Zigvolt:

(Note: This might be pretty short compared to the others as I don't know much about this character. I might edit this soon when I do know more about the character, though.)

⚡ When Sebek saw MC in the Welcoming Ceremony, he first sort of looked down on them.

⚡ He assumed that they were human and we all know how Sebek looks down on humans.

⚡ He also does NOT approve of the use of a skillet as a weapon.

⚡ Those are meant to be used in the kitchen, not the battlefield!!!

⚡ Shush, Sebek /lh

⚡ Anyway, when he found out that MC had befriended his Waka-sama, he's enraged.

⚡ HOW DARE THIS MEASLY HUMAN APPROACH WAKA-SAMA!?!? WHO SENT THEM!?!?

⚡ Yeah, he's really sus of MC.

⚡ MC doesn't really like Sebek, he's too loud, and is quite arrogant.

⚡ But MC doesn't mind Sebek as much as Sebek minds them.

⚡ They do probably learn to accept each other (probably?)

⚡ But until then, it's just silence from those two.

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THEIR REACTION TO MC BEING A COUNTRY PERSONIFICATION IS HERE

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END!!

Here it is!! I was able to finish it already! Finally!!

Apologies for the wait and I hope you all enjoyed this!

Comments and feedback are highly appreciated!

Thank you for reading!! 💙

#twst #twisted wonderland #aph hetalia #twst x hetalia #twisted wonderland x hetalia #aph hungary

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5town · 3 years ago

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Can i get some 4town crushing on reader headcanons?

YES U CAN!! wondero28 u are my role model /hj

all hcs gender neutral unless otherwise specified in request btw :]

4*TOWN crushing on gender neutral reader headcanons below the cut!

Robaire!

☆ always writing songs and putting in lyrics about you, you're like flowers to his bee, like the stars in his sky.

☆ always, ALWAYS makes sure to make time for you regardless of his busy schedule. he may have a meeting or two, and then daily dance practice, then voice conditioning, and so on and so forth, but your dear robaire is wrapped around your finger even if you don’t take advantage of it.

☆ doesn't realize he has a crush on you until he sees how he responds to you quickly over text, while he leaves management and sometimes even other band members on read or delivered

☆ surprises you with little gifts that he heard you talk about maybe once or something; if you catch onto him being romantic he'll say he "just saw it in passing and thought of you" or is "just regifting"

☆ emotionally pushes you away because he's scared he won't be able to give you the time he knows a relationship requires :(

☆ tries to not think of you too much because of that, but you really are never not on his mind ;)

Jesse!

✦ jesse is normally a huge flirt; no one’s safe from getting flustered after getting stared at through his half-lidded, near lustful gaze

✦ he’s artistic, right? he totally loves taking time to make anyone a certain piece of pottery or ceramic, but with you, you don’t even have to ask or pay.. you just get these little items at random. it could be a little pencil holder, or a simple paperweight that resembles your favorite animal or its pattern, or even a vase of your own to paint and glaze as you wish

✦ he’s one to get up close and personal when he likes you. be it a moment where you both are looking at something, or when you’re walking close together, or you’re trying to reach for something; he’s the kinda guy to take advantage of those little moments to get you thinking of him the way he thinks of you.

✦ he offers to teach you about anything and everything artsy; it’s his area of expertise! he loves to get you to learn new techniques from painting to using the pottery wheel to just simple sketching; if you want to learn it, he’s probably already got plans to teach you.

✦ he’s really strong. like i hc him to be pretty hunky. so like T, but with a bit more maturity, he loves to take the time to ‘subtly’ impress you with his strength and build. he wastes no time in taking a moment to take off his shirt and show off what he hopes will impress you, or to pick up something you would certainly deem as heavy.

✦ he’s just one to show off what he knows he has. if there’s a moment that he can take to make you flustered with only a gaze or a little moment, he’ll take it. he actually lays off more on the verbal flirting when he truly likes you. that’s when he knows he’s in for it; when his flirting becomes silent and only lives in moments, in the air.

Aaron Z!

⍟ while he is really introverted, shy, and pretty touch-averse, he does open up to holding pinkies, then wrists, then probably hands when he is more open with each other about your feelings

⍟ he’s starting to open up around you; you learn more about him through little bits of info that he decides to give up; “yea i also broke a bone back in middle school” “my favorite color probably has to be magenta” “i like to cool off by working out or just choreographing our studio”

⍟ he isn’t the gift-giving type, but he’s one to write things down on notes, from little notes-to-self to little notes of encouragement for himself and friends; and you totally get some real unique ones!

⍟ z doesn’t let a lot of ppl call him just “z”, it’s really just the band, and he shuts down interviewers when they try that with him, he’s aaron z to them. his family calls him aaron and he prefers other personal friends call him that too, when t isn’t around. when you accidentally slip and call him z, you start to apologize but he just silently holds a hand up and mutters a little “it’s fine. go on?”

⍟ z doesn’t usually smile with his teeth but he doesn’t mind doing it when he knows you’re watching

⍟ overall, z is pretty introverted and you bring out the side of him that wants to open up more :]

Aaron T!

✪ he’s always pretty extroverted, very opposite of Z, everyone gets a nice special treatment from T because he’s just that kind of guy! loves to make everyone laugh, but you especially

✪ he takes the time to research the things you talk about, maybe its in passing, maybe its an in-depth conversation but no matter what he wants to be prepared to talk to you about it

✪ like jesse from earlier, he loves to do anything and everything to impress his crush. he’ll pull out random backflips, show off his flexibility by dropping down into a split, or his favorite: doing parkour on random urban structures to get ahead of the rest of the group if they are rushing somewhere. while reckless, it is certainly a feat.

✪ he has this really goofy smile that very few have seen and he shows it to you nearly everyday. it really isn’t meant to be funny, but when the other members see him giving you this little grin with no teeth and no laughter, they know he’s down bad for you. it’s just the way he looks at people when they’ve truly entranced him.

✪ it’s a small thing, like the smile he gives you, but he starts taking more pictures with you. he’s a pictures kinda guy! but polaroids are all his thing; his room is full of them. he notices something is off about how he feels about you when he notices he’s put up almost as many pictures of you as he’s put up of the band, and he’s known you for much less time.

✪ he’s really into the small things. little moments alone with you, the pictures, subconsciously showing u his goofy smile, anything and everything he really does eat it up. he loves to see you laugh but he loves to see you smile even more!

Tae Young!

⋆ hoh boy, he’s probably the most lovey-dovey one here and that is SAYING something. he’s the one that outwardly gives you gifts, the one that writes you little letters of affection, the one that loves to feel his own face warm up at the sight of you.

⋆ he’s completely enamored when he falls in love. like it’s so bad. he’s one to become very focused on you and knowing not only what you like or what makes you smile, but what you don’t like, so he never brings those things up.

⋆ he starts paying a lot more attention to how you are doing when he’s crushing on you. he’s a very conscious person, if that makes sense. he wants to be aware of everyone and how they feel, and more importantly, how he makes them feel. he becomes way more conscious of that with you.. you’ll constantly get the questions; “how are you?” “what do you want to do today?” “does that make you happy?” “what makes you happy?”

⋆ he starts talking about you a lot. he’s the kind of guy to be able to talk about anything a whole lot, and even more when he’s truly deeply interested in it; and he is truly, deeply interesting in you.

⋆ he wants to take care of you. he’s got that helping, caring streak in him. he starts offering to pay for meals or things you want. he doesn’t go out of his way to gift them to you unless it’s a surprise (expect a lot more surprises from him, too). it doesn’t end there; he makes you food, he sets up alarms to remind him to remind you to take meds if you take them or for general reminders you need throughout the day.

⋆ one very personal thing that makes him very different from the other boys in the crush aspect is that he lets no one, and he means no one, touch his doves without his permission. those little guys are his babies and he knows what he’s doing. he barely lets the band touch them, and just forget about even seeing them if he isn’t around. but you, you’re different. it may seem small and subconscious to him, but when he asks you to arrange a nest and place one in it, you realize there’s something quite different about how he feels about you.

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beels-burger-babe · 4 years ago

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Master List

Hey hey hey! If you’re here it means you’re looking for my writing (or just Obey Me fan fics but it’s the same thing really), in which case, you’ve come to the right place. (All fics are written with a gender neutral MC unless otherwise specified 😊)

UPDATE: Please find the newly organized and regularly updated masterlist HERE

There And Back Again: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Epilogue Summary: What if MC hadn’t been seen by everyone after watching their death and went back to their original time line?? TW: Spoilers for Lesson 16, Mentions of Murder and Violence, Trauma, and Panic Attacks/PTSD

The Day Out: Summary: MC and Solomon spend the day out enjoying the wonders of the Devildom. The problem with this? They never told the seven Lords of Hell that they’d be gone for the day. TW: Torture (Not to the MC or the bros tho), Injuries, Murder (Again, just an unimportant Background Character)

Too Still, Too Quiet Summary: Satan notices that MC seems to have a hard time hanging out with him; he's determined to get to the bottom of the issue and find a solution. (aka MC has ADHD and has a hard time hanging out with quiet, organized Satan) Of Jealousy and Friendship: Part 1, Part 2, Epilogue Summary: MC makes a lower demon friend who may secretly be hoping for something more than friendship. The Demon Bros are not about to let this happen. Fool Me Twice: Part 1, Part 2 Summary: A month after the Solomon incident, MC goes missing again. The brothers try to remain calm and not to over react this time and wait for their human to return. Only, something isn't quite right. TW: ANGST! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! Kidnapping, Vomiting, Descriptions of immense pain, gore/injuries, torture Beelzebub’s Very Bad No Good Day Summary: Beel doesn't get anything to eat for a day, and it doesn't go well for anybody. Familial Attachments Summary: MC keeps favoring Lucifer. It baffles the other brothers. Lucifer is intrigued by the behavior and slowly begins to open up to them.

Try It, I Dare You Summary: As Lucifer forms a more familial bond with MC, the other brothers find themselves falling for the human romantically. Lucifer notes the changes in his brother's intentions and is not pleased. Continuation of Familial Attatchments A Little Voice Told Me: Part 1, Part 2 , Part 3 Summary: Words hurt and leave their scars. MC learns this the hard way after hearing some not-so-nice whispers about them while on a date with Beel. How are they supposed to be the partner of the seven lords of the Devildom when they just don't measure up? Ft. Poly!MC

All is Fair in Dice and War Summary: Leviathan's world is flipped upside down when MC tells him there is a game that basically allows him to be the Lord of Shadows in real life!! He demands that his brothers join him as MC introduces them all to the chaotic shit show that is Dungeons & Dragons. How The Heart Hungers Summary: As MC becomes aware of the feelings that they have for everyone's favourite friendly giant, Beelzebub, they find themselves becoming more and more flustered around him. Leaving a slightly confused Beel.

Mind Your Traps Summary: After a few nights of Mammon consistently trying to break into his room and steal his cursed records, Lucifer decided to put up a trap for him. When he sees it's been triggered later that day, he just grins and carries on with his work, imagining the suffering his brother must be going through. It's not until his brothers start panicking and he sees Mammon panicking with them that he realizes he messed up...big time. ft. Poly!MC

A Pain You’ll Soon Regret: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Summary: MC and the demon lords get in a fight resulting in MC leaving. They planned on going to Purgatory Hall until things cool off, but they never quite make it there. Ft. Poly!MC TW: Heavy Angst, Violence, I don't know what to tag this, but there is a pretty nasty verbal fight, Gore/Injury

The Day You Became The Strongest Of Them All Summary: After an incident with Solomon, MC suddenly has a crazy amount of powers and abilities. They think this is amazing! Not all of the brother share that sentiment, however.

I Can Be Your Type Summary: Asmodeus is bored one day and, more importantly, he doesn't think he can stand looking at the eyesore of Satan's clothing choices for a second longer. A makeover ensues much to the amusement of the other brothers and annoyance of Satan...that is until MC sees it.

Totally Not Lost: Summary: Mammon takes MC treasure hunting, only they kind of get more than a little lost along the way, and it's starting to get dark. TW: Anxiety/Anxiety Attack Melodious Mourning Summary: It's MC's anniversary of their relationship with the Lords of the Devildom. They've planned a little something special to share with them; something that will express how much they love the brothers, while also preparing them for a tragic truth. Ft. Poly!MC A Magical Bond Summary: Solomon and MC have been married for nearly a century. They arrive in the Devildom separately with no knowledge that the other is there...until they meet that is. Storm Clouds on a Sunny Day Summary: MC has always been a happy positive ray of light that brought joy with them wherever they went; at least that's what the brothers and the other exchange students would tell you. But when they suddenly start getting quiet and begin isolating themselves, everyone is concerned. FT. Teen!MC TW: descriptions of grief. With You Always Summary: An average day of high school with MC...and the seven pact manifestations that haunt their vision. FT. Teen! MC TW: Bullying

The Five Times Mammon Did Something For The Others: Summary: ( And the one time the others did something for him.) Without his brothers even realizing it, Mammon has gone out of his way time and time again to make sure that they are safe, happy, and healthy, and yet no one ever seems to do the same for him. Hell, no one even thanks him for it.

It’s Got To Be Me: Summary: The brothers and MC wake up in a room with no exits or furniture. Only a pressure platform in a corner and a sign that reads "All of you may leave, when you choose one who will stay." TW: Heavy angst, implied drugging, talk and discussion of self-sacrifice, anxiety/panic attacks, brothers fighting,

Waiting in the Wings: Summary: A talent show is being held at RAD; knowing the vocal talents of a certain young angel, you encourage Luke to join. Only Luke doesn't seem too fond of the idea. Together, you and Simeon do your best to give Luke the courage to shine.

To Be a Royal: Summary: In honour of their hard work and loyalty in the Devildom, MC has been knighted as Layde MC of the House of Lamentation. The coronation and ball were a sweeping success, but now the real work of a noble person begins. Barbatos works with MC to try and teach them the manners and protocols of being a royal in the Devildom.

I Burn For You Summary: Since MC's arrival, Lucifer and them have never fully gotten along. There was always a large, unknown and undiscussed tension between them and they were fine to keep it that way. But when MC's security in the Devildom is threatened by both the angels and the nobility of the Devildom itself, everything changes. As a ruse to persuade the celestial realm, MC and Lucifer wed. After the ceremony, they finally talk about the unacknowledged feelings burning inside of both of them.

The Facade of the Suitor: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7 to be written Summary: MC catches the eye of Lady Harlow, a higher demoness who has had a small feud with the brothers for centuries. She's determined to steal MC from them and keep MC under her wing. The brothers, however, are determined not to let that happen.

Double Vision Summary: It's the night before the first major test of the RAD school year, and MC has been holed up in their room all day. The brothers are concerned and go to check in on them, but they notice something different - MC is wearing glasses CW: Asmo being Asmo/Suggestive

Please Be The Flu Summary: MC hasn't been feeling too well, making Beel grow extremely concerned. After getting confirmation from Simeon that MC isn't sick at all, but rather pregnant, the two work together to keep it a secret from the baby's father. CW: Vomiting, This fic does have some SUGGESTIVE content. It's not graphic by any means, but just a heads up.

Never Letting You Go Summary: After running into a masked Lucifer, you did not escape. He caught you. They caught you. When you come through, the brothers, acting under the malicious cursed masks that they wear, are discussing just what they ought to do with you and your sparkling soul. What's a defenseless little human to do CW: Yandere behaviours, mentions of murder, cannibalism, violence/gore. This one is DARK guys. Please be careful while reading and be sure to practice self-care/awareness before, during, and after reading.

Deaf!MC AU

Devildom in Silence: Part 1, Part 2 Summary: One minute MC was sleeping in their cozy room in the human world, the next they're trapped in the Devildom with a bunch of, admittedly cute, demons and no hearing aids. Being deaf and surrounded by morons is not a good combo. TW: Anxiety/Panic Attack

Meetings of Greed and Envy: Summary: At the end of a very long first day in the Devildom with Satan, MC wanders off to the kitchen to get a snack...only to run into one Avatar of Greed who hasn't quite been brought up to speed on everything yet. Throw in an angry Leviathan and this day just could not get any worse.

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ts4ritsa · 3 years ago

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this page contains everything you need to know about what I’ll write here — my boundaries, the types of fanfiction, etc.

pretty much all you have to read before requesting are the checkmarks and cross-offs. please at least skim before requesting!

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I write headcanons, imagines, drabbles, & fluff and smut alphabets. oneshots on rare occasions I feel like it

I only write for female readers, male readers, and gender neutral readers

wlw and mlm

smut, fluff, angst, and hurt/comfort. as far as smut goes, I can’t write for male readers. for female characters, I will write the reader as gender neutral as a default. for male characters, I will write the reader as female as a default

I am open to try basically any trope — ex. friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, faking dating turned real, forced proximity, forbidden love, opposites attract, unrequited love, etc.

jealousy headcanons and scenarios

lovesickness and being smitten. for regular fluff, smut, angst, jealousy scenarios and whatnot. could be literally love-struck, lusting or just pining in secret, infatuation. I like writing these they’re fun

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no dark content in general!

no kinks of the following -> piss, feet, scat, vore, period play, food play, lactation, fisting, pegging, knotting, age regression, bestiality, necro, snuff

no smut with underage characters! character has to be 18 or older, I don’t age up either

none of these pregnancy topics -> reaction to being pregnant, giving birth, dealing with pregnancy

no specific body types, ethnicities, or races! I aim for inclusivity and feel these types of details would not matter or affect the relationships of any character I write for

no crossovers, AUs, or yanderes! nothing personal, these things are just not my cup of tea

please do not ask me to write any of these things. I will automatically ignore any requests that do so

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- I don’t know if I should put DANGANRONPA in the animes or games category… anyway, concerning v3 characters, I won’t write any smut for them since I don’t know their ages, they were technically referred to as teens in game, and I’m not about to waste my time getting into the middle of their age debates. also I don’t normally write AUs but non-despair au is an exception

- there’s a lot of characters in HONKAI: STAR RAIL that I didn’t put on my list because I want to get a better grasp on their characters and story before I accept requests for them as I want to avoid mischaracterization. some of these characters I will write about on my own accord but I will not accept requests for them until further notice

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retrievablememories · 4 years ago

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gravity | taemin (m)

title: gravity pairing: taemin x gn reader genre: angst, smut, fwb request: Hi! Slipping another request for your growing request list 😅. If you're down to write it -- can we have a Taemin fic about someone he can't help being drawn back to every time he's in their city. Idk if you know the song 'Gravity' by Brent Faiyaz but, 100% that kind of vibe. 100% down for it to be smutty word count: 3.4k warnings: long-distance angstiness, oral sex (including face fucking), mirror sex, dirty talk, unprotected sex (do not 🙅🏿‍♀️🙅🏿‍♀️), creampie, hand on the throat but no choking, fuckboy taemin? a/n: Taemin’s gone off to the service and left me with an infant to raise by myself so here’s a fic i guess 😢😢😢😢😢😢 i made the reader gender neutral because the requester used “their” pronouns/didn’t specify gender, but anon if you want something different you can let me know recommended songs: gravity + brent faiyaz | strings + taemin | everytime + ariana grande

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i’d get you what you want, but you want me alone

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His name and picture appear on your phone one evening without forewarning, and despite yourself, it makes your breath catch. You count the beats in your head before allowing yourself to pick up the call, not wanting to seem more eager than necessary. You would’ve picked it up halfway before the first ring finished, if you were a little less shameless.

It feels like every nerve in your body has come online from a deep sleep when he speaks your name.

“How have you been doing?” he asks, his voice a casual lilt.

“I’m fine. Life is...life. I’m doing okay. What about you?”

“Busy,” he says, which you expected. He always is. “There’s never not something to do.” There’s hesitation in Taemin’s voice when he speaks again—maybe something akin to longing—and the syllables of his words drag out longer than they need to. “You know, I’m back in town. Just on some business, but...”

You pause, and even though you’ve physically hesitated, your heart begins leaping like it’s trying to escape your chest. “You are?”

“Yes, I won’t be here for very long, but…” His voice trails off like there’s a silent part within that he expects you to fill in. Indeed, you’ve both been doing this long enough to know how that sentence ends.

“But you want to see me,” you finish for him. You smirk at that, knowing him probably better than he knows himself. A surge of discontent stirs in your chest, though, which you are unable to fully tune out.

Taemin makes a noise like he’s stretching out, and you imagine him lying back on his bed. He’s likely already been put up in a hotel, the same one he always stays at when he comes to your city. “Good guess.” He laughs sneakily, like you’ve just spilled something no one was supposed to know, and you snort. “Did you miss me? We haven’t met in so long.”

You sigh, feeling like you’re walking into a trap. Taemin’s need for affection, especially fully vocalized affection, has always seemed a bit like a setup, even if he wasn’t entirely aware of it. A way to expose your growing feelings for him without you even realizing what you’d done. “I think you know the answer to that one. Clearly, I don’t need to ask if you’ve missed me.”

He laughs. For a moment you wish you were on FaceTime instead, so you could see the smile stretching itself out on his pretty, plush lips.

“I always end up missing you...everything about you, like the faces you make when I’m between your thighs, or how you always get so tight around me…” His voice is lower now, more breathy, a promise and a tease all at the same time.

You swallow nervously at those words, blood already rushing to your lower body. “Tae…”

Taemin moans softly in answer to you calling his name, and it makes you die a little on the inside. “I can’t wait to come inside you, mark you as mine again.” Before you can think to respond to that, he says, “...But we should save all that for when we see each other, hm?” And he giggles again. If you were not so infatuated with him, you might reach through the phone to strangle him.

“God, Taemin...you wear me out.”

“Don’t I always?”

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Later that week, Taemin shows up at your place with his overnight bag in tow, just as you’d expected. And food.

“Oh, you brought sustenance,” you say, raising your eyebrows at the bag of food in his hands.

“Yes, duh. Although you like to claim otherwise, I’m not such a pervert that I don’t know how to wine and dine you before getting what I want.” You roll your eyes at that, letting him come past the threshold.

“Okay, Tae. Whatever you say.” You pinch a strand of his black-and-white hair, and it slips from your fingers as he walks past you. “Nice weave. Whose idea was it this time?”

Taemin cuts his eyes at you. “You should be thanking me for giving you something to pull on.”

You cover your mouth to hide your laughter, shaking your head. “Ah, Lee Taemin. Such a gracious lover.”

Before you can even think about getting to the main event, you both spend a few hours just catching up on things, eating the food he’d brought, and acting way too much like a couple for your sanity. You wonder if he feels the same way about this behavior deep down, but you aren’t going to venture down that road by asking him. Not yet.

After you are done eating, it doesn’t take long to fall into bed and into the same pattern you’ve established with each other. Taemin has pulled his hair back into a small ponytail at the back of his head, because he thinks you’ll find it hotter—always such a glutton for your attention—and you are exasperated because he’s right. Taemin reads the sudden interest in your gaze, and his lips curve in a knowing and devious smile before pulling you into his grasp.

“I was wanting this for so damn long,” he says to you with his lips against your neck. He corners you in the hallway, his body pressing against your own as he plants one hand on your lower back and brings your hips close enough that even a single breath couldn’t get between you.

“You say that every time,” you sigh, tilting your head and allowing him more space to brush his lips over your skin.

“Because it’s true.” You don’t know how you eventually get to your bedroom, because Taemin seems intent on peeling all your clothes off in the middle of the hallway. Your shirt is missing and your pants are already unbuttoned by the time you reach the bed, and Taemin’s own shirt is lying in the doorway of your room. The peony tattoo on his hip is almost fully displayed now, blooming darkly against his skin and disappearing partway beneath the waistband of his skinny jeans.

Taemin climbs onto the bed to join you and kisses you deeply, your chests pressed together and his hips rocking fluidly against your own, his growing erection pressing deliciously into you and making you arch your hips into him. You spend so long simply kissing that you feel like an overexcited college student making out with your crush for the first time again, and you distantly wonder why he’s spending more time on this than he usually would.

Eventually, he parts from your lips and makes it his personal mission to kiss every inch of your body he can, making his way from your neck to the top of your jeans.

He kisses you through your underwear before sliding it off you, taking his time with this movement, and puts his silky wet mouth on you. You tremble underneath him as his tongue sweeps over you, and you dip your hands down into that hair—which is admittedly just as fun to pull on as he’d predicted.

The strands become fully unleashed from their former neat little ponytail by the time Taemin has you coming and spilling over his tongue and fingers. When he finishes, he pulls back from you—licking his lips all the while—and runs a hand through the loose hair, pretending to sigh in annoyance and casting a look to the abandoned hair tie on the floor.

“Ah, babe...you never appreciate my hard work.”

“Taemin...shut up.”

Despite his complaint, he doesn’t bother with tying it back up again. After he’s peeled his pants and underwear off with your help, he gets onto the bed and kneels above you, legs balanced on either side of your shoulders. You put your tongue out for him to slide his length across, but he only teases you for a few moments by tapping the tip against your tongue. Nothing but a sticky trail of precum is left between his tip and your tongue; you try to beg him for more with your eyes alone. Taemin meets your pleading gaze with his own wicked eyes, but he only smiles vaguely and keeps up his teasing game, rubbing the head of his dick across your lips and smearing his precum over your mouth like gloss.

Finally, he decides he’s done with denying you and feeds his dick to you inch by inch. He gives a rough moan when he pulls out and pushes back in, savoring the way your mouth tightens around him.

Taemin places his hands on the bed and slowly thrusts his hips, fucking your mouth like he often likes to do, his thighs flexing with the motions. He does this until sweat beads on his forehead, sliding his member between your lips and reveling in the dirty wet sounds it creates, and he laughs when he sees your hand clumsily slide further down between your legs.

“Does having your throat fucked turn you on this much?” he murmurs. “Can’t even help yourself ‘cause you’re in love with my dick. Shameless.” You cannot respond to his mocking, but his words make you even more aroused than before. Despite Taemin’s teasing of you, his own face and neck are flushing with heat, and his cock throbs as the familiar sensation of nearing the edge creeps up on him. With much reluctance, he pulls himself out of your mouth, leaving strings of your spit clinging to his shaft.

“Thank you for getting me nice and wet, baby.” He shuffles himself further down your body, kissing you on the lips once before settling himself between your legs and pulling your thighs around his slim hips. His cock nudges wet and hard against your inner thigh, and you gasp when he pushes into you, the stretch pleasant after so long of being empty of him.

Taemin wastes no time with rocking into you, setting a smooth rhythm that both of you are intimately familiar with. Taemin keeps one hand on your hip while the other holds your face, his thumb edging into your mouth. You curve your lips around this thumb, scraping your teeth against it and lapping your tongue across it just like you do on his dick. You take great pleasure in the way he twitches inside you, his grip on your waist tightening and his thrusts coming a bit faster.

He looks at you with burning eyes as he circles his hips into you. Pieces of his hair stick to his neck from the sweat, and his plump lips part with the marvel of having you spread out beneath him. He replaces his thumb with his lips yet again, dipping his tongue into your mouth and biting your bottom lip until it threatens to bleed.

Liquid heat radiates through your lower body as Taemin’s shaft keeps dragging in and out of you, and your legs weaken around his waist as you get closer to reaching your end. Before you can be pushed to the top of that shining zenith of pleasure, though, Taemin abruptly pulls out of you.

“No,” you whine breathlessly. That is the only sound your vocal chords can currently push out, though you’d like to throw a slew of curse words at him. He only smiles at your soft complaint and lowers his head for a second to kiss your kneebone, a fleeting but tender touch.

Without forewarning, Taemin shifts you over on the bed so you’re both positioned in front of the full-length mirror leaning against your wall. Pulling your head back, he brings your face up so you can see the both of you reflected in the mirror—Taemin’s hand coaxingly pressing your back into an arch, his hair hanging damp over his shoulders. Then he pushes back into you, sliding to the hilt in one easy motion, and you almost bite your lip before realizing it’s still hurting from Taemin’s insistent biting.

To your own eyes you already look exhausted, all fucked out and simply taking Taemin’s thrusts as he gives them. Taemin’s had the right idea, though, because you can’t take your eyes away from the vision of him behind you. You watch as all his muscles flex while he pushes into you, his eyes hotly meeting yours in the mirror, and his lips twitch up into a grin.

“What a beautiful sight,” he sighs, and he’s barely even breathless even with all the sweat decorating his skin. Exactly what fucking a professional dancer will get you—nothing but stamina and hips.

You grip the sheets as you stare back at Taemin as he fucks you, feeling a little exposed but ultimately captivated by it. The hand that was in your hair slides lower and around to your collarbone, coming to rest at the base of your throat. Taemin keeps his hand there to feel your throat jump underneath his fingers as you swallow harshly and gasp in response to his thrusts.

Taemin gives a shuddering groan when you tighten more around him, and he pushes forward a little deeper, the tip of his cock hitting your spot just right. Your head drops momentarily as you cry out, and you think your knees might turn to jelly beneath you. “Oh, yes. There? There.” Taemin murmurs this all in quick succession as he adjusts himself to find that perfect angle again and keeps rutting into it, one hand tight on your hip and the other still at your throat—now coming up to cup your chin and pull your face back up towards the mirror.

“Min,” escapes from your lips, though it’s a choppy sound. If you wanted to say anything else, you wouldn’t even be able to.

“Poor baby, you can’t even form words. Is it that fucking good? Tell me.” Taemin entices you to meet his gaze in the mirror again, squeezing his hand on your jaw and pressing his thumb against your lips like he’ll slip it back in once more. It takes you a moment of heavy breaths and clumsy not-quite-coherent sounds to respond.

“G-good,” you mutter against his hand. “Fuck me, oh my God—”

You come around Taemin with a small shout. He gives you a bit of reprieve and lets you hang your head back down—because right now your whole body feels like it wants to collapse with the muscle-weakening wave of pleasure that’s overtaken you. More little clipped sounds and pleas leap from your throat as Taemin fucks you through it, dangerously close to losing himself, too.

He keels over you with a gasping moan when he comes, his dick throbbing inside you while he spills so much cum that some of it drips back out. His heated breaths spread across your skin as he leans over you, bracing his arms on either side of your body and thrusting his hips just a little more to ride out the last of his climax.

Finally, you allow your body to slump forward, and Taemin slides out of you as you do, causing another messy trail of his cum to drip from you. His hand glides over your back, and he makes a noise that you could only describe as fully satisfied. “My favorite view.”

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You and Taemin lie next to each other, your right arm nudging his left, his fingers playing over the back of your hand and making it tickle from the gentle touches. When the pillowtalk starts fading, you decide to bring up the one thing that’s been wearing on your mind since Taemin first called.

“Taemin...are we going to do this every time you pop into the city for a few days? A week?” You ask this quietly while Taemin traces long, winding lines over your forearm.

The motion of his fingers stop, and he looks carefully at the side of your face as you lie next to him. “Do you not like our little meetings anymore?” His tone is joking, but there’s an air of sadness to it not far behind.

“I didn’t say all that, but…” You pause. “We only ever get a few moments together. A day or two. Stealing hours to spend together, working on borrowed time...it’s not my idea of the perfect...arrangement.” You hesitate before saying arrangement, unsure how to describe this odd, magnetic connection you both have without making it deeper than it really is. A stiff silence hangs in the air, waiting to be broken by either of you.

Because you’re not sure—no, you definitely know that what you and Taemin have can’t really be called a relationship. What do you have?

“You’re always gone because of your work, and...that’s fine, I know how hard you work and you like always having something to do, but…” You want to say something like, I don’t want you to go. I don’t want to be away from you all the damn time. Those words have too much weight of responsibility behind them, however. They have the power to change things in a way you aren’t sure you want them to change—or that you’re still too afraid of.

“...And you miss me? More than just the sex, I mean.” Taemin’s voice is still a touch playful, though that quality is quickly dwindling away. His eyes fill with some emotion that’s more thoughtful and more saddened than just a few minutes ago. He is not quite ready for this conversation to turn to a depressing note, but he figures there’s no avoiding it this time.

“You always ask questions you already have answers to, Taemin.”

Taemin sighs. “I know it must be unfair to you...but I can’t stay away from you.” He hesitates, and the space between his eyebrows creases. “I think about you a lot more than I maybe should. I like your conversation and your company...even all the ridiculous jokes you make. But...”

You grit your teeth, clenching your fingers together and listening to Taemin’s words. “‘But…’? What are you trying to say?”

“I don’t want to keep you waiting around for me,” he answers softly. “If we were together, you’d always just be waiting for the next time to see me.”

“I already do that,” you grumble, feeling irritated and misunderstood.

“But—if we...it would be different—”

“You’d feel worse about leaving your partner behind rather than someone you just fuck, I guess?”

Taemin lets out a heavy breath and closes his eyes. “Don’t make me sound like such an asshole.”

“I haven’t made you sound like anything, or made you do anything,” you say bitterly, keeping your eyes on the ceiling as you speak. “It’s you, after all, who always feels the need to tell me when you’re back in town. I don’t ask after you, Taemin.” Because I would only ever ask for something you can’t seem to give me.

“So I’ll ask again. Do you not want to do this anymore?”

This man is possibly too dense for your nerves to withstand. And even though it would probably be better for you to say yes, to end this for your own good—and his own, even if he doesn’t realize it just yet—you don’t want this to stop. Being needed by him, even for something as simple as sex and as complicated as emotions that neither of you quite know how to confront, is something you don’t want to give up. Even if it gives you very little in return.

“That’s the wrong question to ask.” You sit up, letting the sheets pool around your waist. Taemin follows you, pressing his chest to your back as he slides his arms around your stomach, and you lower your head, wishing you weren’t so vulnerable to his advances. Taemin presses his mouth to your shoulder in an apologetic touch, and the feel of his lips makes something fall apart inside you.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs. Sorry I can’t be there for you like you want me to be, maybe. You don’t know what he’s apologizing for, and you don’t care to ask at the moment.

You turn to face him. “Just stop. I don’t want to think about it anymore.” Then you push him back onto the bed, straddling him with both legs on either side of his waist. “Just. Stop. Talking.”

And so Taemin wordlessly lets you reignite the flame, working yourselves up into a mishmash of hands and mouths and bodies again, leaving so many words unsaid between the two of you.

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with breathless lips, you paint my name with sorrow countless times this night

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lovethisletters · 4 years ago

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Dating Grell HC!

Hi! SO sorry for taking this long, irl stuff got in my way but I’m finally here! Agreed, finding Grell content is kind of difficult, and though they aren’t my favorite character, I do enjoy their personality. Before we start, I would like to clarify that I wrote this with gender neutral pronouns for Grell since I’m kind of confused: in the manga and anime sometimes, characters will refer to them with: He/Him pronouns, they refer to themselves with: She/her but their wiki refers to them with they/them pronouns; so, if someone could clarify that for me (and provide a link that confirms is cannon) I would be beyond grateful!

Word count: 1220

Keys: Y/n = Your name.

Summary: Grell starts to feel in a way they have never felt before.

Warnings/Additional notes: none…I think(? But I tried to keep it neutral for the reader too, since pronouns weren’t specified.

Grell being a reaper they have little to no time on their hands, so most probably they met you at work.

They were the one to approach you first by practically throwing themselves at you going on a ramble about how GORGEOUS you are.

I think that at the beginning their feelings are more like a simple crush that will fade away with time or mindless lust that is set to disappear the moment they get to have sex with you.

So, until that happens you will have to deal with practically a cat, they get all touchy: rubbing their cheek against yours, hugging you enthusiastically (like how a child would hug a stuffed toy) begging for attention constantly and even directing not so subtle innuendos at you.

But overall Grell is someone fun and pleasing to be around (especially if you are feeling a bit down) their bubbly and dramatic personality is just so contagious you can’t help but smile!

So that’s why you don’t push them away as harshly as Sebastian or William would

And I feel like that’s why they get a little bit more interested in you.

Even though they identify themselves as a masochist, that does not mean they enjoy being treated poorly all the time, they know their personality is…hard to cope with, but Grell appreciate when someone would still make the effort to get along.

So, when you don’t just…you know…kick them in the face every time they approach you (cofcofSeb&Willcofcof) they feel more comfortable being themselves around you, since no matter how eccentric they might be, you always continue the conversation in a kind manner.

Grell is someone who’s VERY emotionally driven, to the point I think it must be hard for them to differentiate certain emotions like: anger to frustration, sadness with deception and romantic love to lustful attraction. I feel like for them there’s no grey area, is either love or hate so in the beginning this might cause your relationship a bit of trouble.

As your relationship grew closer you started to notice a change in Grell’s behavior: They started being a bit more serious (still as theatrical as ever but different none the less)

They suddenly seemed to have become aware of what personal space is supposed to mean, the hugs became relatively short, the innuendos stopped almost completely and when the two of you started talking, Grell was eerily quiet.

This probably would make you feel like you might have angered them in some way, but don’t worry…the truth is..Grell is just confused.

Lust driven love is all they’re ever known, but their feelings for you have changed, evolved if you may. The only thing they know: is that they like you, but not in the way they like Will, Sebastian or Undertaker, no. They like you in a different way…a deeper way.

So please be patient and let them figure it out on their own.

BUT tbh I don’t think they figured out on their own…I just think they where in the phantomhive manor one day (just to tease Sebastian or double-check these newfound feelings were indeed different) But Ciel just felt so uneasy since he had never seen Grell so quiet and deep in thought.

—What is wrong with you, Grell?—His words condescending as ever.

—Pay no mind to them, master. The reaper is just hopelessly in love—Said Sebastian with a smirk creeping on his lips.

Sebastian’s words were almost eye-opening to them. “Love? Was it truly the right word to describe this feeling?”

Yes, yes it was, they knew the moment they went back to you that day.

Saying that you were surprised when Grell suddenly appeared at your house, late at night, pinning you to the floor by giving you the BIGGEST hug in your life, after weeks of not seeing each other since apparently, they were ignoring you, was a severe understatement.

—What has gotten into you, Grell?— you questioned, caressing their long red hair.

—Oh! Y/N my love! I love you!—You smiled, Grell had finally come back to you.

—Ha Ha Ha, I love you too, Grell!—Grell froze in place.

You thought they were messing around with you like countless time before, so you just responded in the usual joking manner.

—No, no, no! You’ve got it all wrong my dear!—For the first time since you had known them, their expression turned serious and gently took your hands in theirs.

—Y/n you are probably the only person I have ever felt this strongly, I feel like if you were to die today, I will die with you! Y/n my dear…I love you! This are my true feelings…Won’t you accept them?

Such sweet words, spoken with the most profound sincerity.

You couldn’t help but tear up a little (Which made Grell panic a bit)

—Yes, Grell, I love you too, so please accept this feelings of mine as well.—The hugh that followed was not only an acceptance but the seal of a promise, the true love kind of promise.

From here onwards you can see a change in Grell’s behavior towards you (in a positive way that is)

Dating Grell means you get to see them in a whole new light.

They are much more sincere (still dramatic as ever but a bit toned down)

They allow themselves to be vulnerable with you, no longer hiding their worries under a carefree and almost indifferent facade.

You become a safe place they can come to when things get difficult or simply when they just feel tired and overwhelmed with their reaper duties.

Something that stays pretty much the same in your relationship is how much attention-seeking they are.

You have to put on hold whatever you’re doing ‘cause those things can wait but Grell don’t.

“Nee~ honey, pay attention to me!” is a phrase you might hear often if you even dare to pay attention to something else when they are right beside you!

Grell will 100% shower you in kisses constantly.

Cuddles! Cuddles are a MUST with them.

Be prepared for Lots LOTS of PDA, they don’t care if it’s not the appropriate time or place, they need to show you how much you mean to them now!

I feel like they are the type to pull you closer and start dancing or reciting a dramatic dialogue of some romantic play they recently saw, out of nowhere in the middle of the street.

Grell also loves when you touch, caress, braid or brush their hair, is just so adorable! (If you want to turn them on, just pull their hair a little and see what happens ;)

If you have long hair, they will do the same but if you don’t expect them to go wild with how much flower crowns, hats, hair pins, etc they gift you.

Matching outfits! They even gifted you a red coat like theirs!

Grell loves when you let them do your make up! (if you wear any that is, otherwise they would allow you to do theirs) and it goes without saying, they are so good at it! you always end up feeling like royalty.

Theatrical pet names!

Sometimes they would allow you to borrow their Death Scythe (even if is for ridiculous things like idk cutting bread lol) but shhh, don’t tell Will!

Theater Dates!

Kisses, TONS of kisses (they love when you bite their lips, if you do; you might even hear them moan)

Overall, Grell is just so happy to have someone like you in their life and they will demonstrate it to you every chance they get.

♡♤♡♤♡♤♡♤

If you spot any misplaced pronouns, please let me know! I will correct it asap! just know that I didn’t do it with any ill intention and that english is not my first language and perhaps that’s why something might have slipped! as well grammatical errors, I’m trying to polish my writing in this language so calling me out on any mistakes helps me a lot!

I will forever thank you if you go check out my other profile: @aileysmirnov where I post things about my OC: edits, one-shots, imagines, art, etc. If you like Greek mythology and the bat family maybe you would like her as much as I do!

Anyway! Thank you for reading!

#grell sutcliff #grell sutcliff x reader #black butler #black butler fanfiction #black butler grell #kuroshitsuji #black butler edit #sebastian michaelis #ciel phantomhive #black butler fandom

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sweetsreverie · 4 years ago

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Hi! I just read some of your work and I’m already in love with how you write the scenarios! I know you stated that the reader inserts will be gender neutral but after reading your Dad Aizawa/Hawks stories, I was wondering if you could do a head cannon on their reaction to hearing about their wife’s water breaking while she’s in public (at the store or while she’s talking with UA staff) or their reaction when it breaks while they’re relaxing unexpectedly

Omg thank you so much, it makes me really happy to hear that people are enjoying my writing 🥺. And absolutely! I’m working on making my pieces gender neutral unless otherwise specified, so you’re all good!

A/N: Yes I know that this isn’t really how going into labor works in real life, but I’ve never been pregnant and never plan to be so I’m just gonna have fun with this LMAO

✧ masterlist ✧

Keigo Takami / Hawks

The two of you were just laying together on the couch when it happened

It was the evening, and Keigo was pretty much done for the day

So the two of you were winding down after dinner, and he notices you shifting on the couch and sitting up suddenly

“Y/N? You okay?” He asked, his eyebrows raised while trying to gauge how you were feeling

“Um, I think so, but...” You murmur and sit up, and Keigo looks down to see a small wet spot on the couch

His eyes would become wide as quarters while he looks up at you

“And before you ask me, no, I didn’t pee myself.” You murmur before standing up

“I- okay, so- is it time?” He asked quickly, getting up from the couch

Sure, he had read some stuff online and even a few of the books you gave him

But of course he’s going to freak out anyway

He just wants to make sure that you’re comfortable!!

He wouldn’t be in a full-blown panic, but definitely a little on edge while the two of you prepare to to go the hospital

Shota Aizawa / Eraserhead

Knowing his luck, it happens while you two are at the grocery store

You were a few days overdue and the two of you knew it could pretty much happen at any moment

But of course it happens while you’re away from home

“Shota...” You said while he was looking at some applesauce pouches on a nearby shelf, you know, the ones he takes to work

He would turn around once he notices the tone of your voice, and he could tell that something was up

Until he follows your gaze down to see some dark spots on the pants you were wearing

“Is that..-” He trails off

“Yeah- I think so.”

Shota has always been very rational, and even more so in a situation like this. The last thing he wants to do is freak out and cause you to freak out as well

“Let’s check out and head home. I’ll call the doctor in the car.” He says in a calm voice while he leads you and the cart to check out of the store

Inside, his mind was racing, but he doesn’t let it show for your sake

His main focus is keeping you calm and comfortable at that point, holding your hand and giving it some gentle, reassuring squeezes

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shesadramaqueen · 6 years ago

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My Curly Haired; Roger Taylor x N!Reader

Requested by: anonymous

Your bio reminded me of a thought I had, being whenever we think of curly hair, Brian comes to mind,so I wanted to know if you could do something where the reader, who also has curly hair, asks Brian his hair routine and they start talking about hair all the time and even end bonding because of it. The rest of the band obviously gets annoyed and roger, who’s the reader with, jealous over the sudden approximation between them. Ik this might sound silly, but it’s just something fun I thought of

Summary: Roger knew you would get along with his bandmates perfectly fine when he brought you in to meet each other. Perhaps, you got along a bit more than fine with a specific curly haired boy. A bit too much for his liking.

Context: based in the early/mid-70’s.

Word Count: 4.9 K

Warnings: bit of angst, alcohol, swearing, a bit of sexual tension if you squint, the L bomb

A/N: I did this a bit more Roger centred than you requested for plot purposes, hope that is alright! I also used neutral pronouns as gender wasn’t specified! I actually used parts of my hair routine for this lmfao so here you go. And yes I used a gif of Ben!Roger and Gwilym!Brian but it reflected the angst I was looking for

Permanent taglist: @turkey-bacon-for-queen, @haikyuumanga

You didn’t really expect all of that to happen when Roger brought you in to meet his band.

You and Roger had been dating for a while now but had never met his mates until one night, when he dragged you to one of their gigs. Maybe not drag, but certainly you felt a bit out of place as that wasn’t your usual scenario.

And that’s how ended up standing in the front row, almost blind in alcohol and screaming senseless lyrics that definitely weren’t the ones from the songs. Still, you were having the time of your life and never wanted it to end.

Roger was looking like a five course meal behind the drum set, of course. The sweat suited him. Yet you couldn’t help your eyes drifting to the guitarist from time to time.

It wasn’t him as a whole what kept your eyes glued to him (he was cute but, having Roger Taylor as your boyfriend, what else could you ask for?), but his perfect curls that fell on his shoulders. You were so jealous that your hair didn’t look like that.

When he appeared on stage you gasped so hard you saw one of the body guards glance at you curiously, despite him being next to an amp.

What kind of sorcery was that? Never in your life had you seen such perfect hair. It was just breathtaking. At one point you really did wonder: ‘Is this guy real or did someone put LSD in my drink?’.

When the concert eventually came to an end, you were both sad and excited. You didn’t want it to end, as you were having the time of your life, but you also knew that then you’d head backstage and properly meet Roger’s friends. Which meant showering the curly haired boy with questions about his gorgeous mane, as the alcohol didn’t let you feel the shame you generally felt on your every day life.

It wasn’t until you started walking that you noticed how intoxicated you were, and your attempts to look more sober were in vain, so when you reached the door that connected to where the band was, the bodyguards stopped you from going through.

“This is backstage, miss. Staff only” one of them seriously said, while also trying to be comprehensive with your situation.

“But my boyfriend is there!” you managed to slurr out. The two guards looked at each other, amused. “I’m serious! Go ask him, the drummer! Roger Taylor, that is.” You really had to bang your brain for a second to get his name out, and if you were able to in that moment, you’d feel so embarrased for it.

One of them shrugged and went in search for the blond one, knowing you wouldn’t leave.

Some mintutes later, your lover’s head perked up from the door with furrowed brows and you squealed.

“Roger!!” You blurted out with a big grin and he went to hug you. “You guys were amazing up there! You were all like boom and I was all like woooow, you know?”

When he pulled back, he had a smirk painted on his face. “Are you drunk, Y/N?”

“I’m not” you snorted, and booped his nose before continuing. “Haven’t touched a single drop of alcohol in all night.” You smiled innocently and he laughed.

“Not true! You can barely keep your eyes open!” And that was a fact. You could feel the heaviness in not only your eyelids but also your whole body.

“’t’s alright! Now let’s go backstage, I want to meet-” you tried to walk towards the door, but stumbled with your own feet. You were glad Roger was there to catch you, because you would have fallen otherwise.

“The only place you’re going, lovepie,” he said while helping you get on your feet “is home.”

You pouted. “But I want to meet them! I have lots of questions.” You crossed your arms, ready to throw a tantarum.

“You can meet them another day, sweetheart” he said and held your cheek. “But you probably would end up puking all over them right now.”

You threw your head back and groaned. “Fine!” at which he smiled and kissed your cheek.

“Let’s go then” he said and wrapped an arm around your waist to help you stabilize while walking.

“Wait, aren’t you staying?” the confused puppy look you wore made the man beside you laugh lightly.

“And let you go home alone? Not a chance”.

“But this place is so cool!” you exclaimed. “Would you really miss a party for me?” tears started welling up in your eyes.

“You know I’d do anything for you, asshat.” That’s what it took for you to start to messily cry with loud sobs, much to his amusement. “Alright let’s get you home”.

You got outside and the cold air that hit your face made you sober up just enough to calm your weepings down.

You both waited by the road, Roger trying to get a cab’s attention while you clinged onto him, snuffling your nose and wiping the tears off your face.

When one finally pulled over, you were already half asleep, so you clumsily got inside the car, gave the adress of your apartment and then snuzzled up next to Rog, your eyelids falling shut.

“Who was the guy with the guitar?” you asked after some minutes of silence, barely conscious.

“That’s Brian, why?” he answered softly. You shrugged.

“Do you think he’s wearing a wig?” Roger scoffed, thinking you were joking. Only after not seeing you laugh he noticed you were dead serious, and he scrunched his face.

“Do I thin- what?” you could feel the confusion in his voice and you furrowed your eyebrows, but didn’t bother to open your eyes to look at him.

“Do you think Brian wears a wig? Or maybe it’s a perm.” Roger couldn’t believe the nonsense you were mumbling.

“Y/N, babe, that’s his real hair” you suddenly sat up straight, startling Roger, and looked at him with excitedness.

“It is? So if I tug his hair, it will hurt him?” you could see a big ‘what the actual fuck’ written on Roger’s face, but didn’t understand why he was so confused.

“…It’s attached to his scalp?”

“Huh. Too bad it’s not a wig” you said leaning back on him again and closing your eyes.

“Why?” he asked, and hesitantely wrapped an arm around you, scared you would shot up again.

“Well because then I could put it on. Obviously” you mumbled as if it was the most evident thing in the world.

That was the last thing you remembered from the night.

A killer headache is what woke you up the morning after.

“Shit” you groaned with your eyes still closed, massaging the bridge of your nose to try and alleviate the pressure that hugged your head tightly. You rolled in the bed and thanked the heavens when you saw a painkiller and a glass of water in the nightstand.

After taking it, you got up with difficulties and headed to kitchen, from where you could smell fresh coffee. Standing there was Roger giving you a great view, as he was only in boxers, eating a toast with some marmalade on it. You wrapped your arms around him from behind.

“Good morning, sleepbug” he said softly and you could feel your headache ease with the mere sound of his voice.

“Good morning” you mumbled and kissed his shoulderblade before pulling away and serving yourself a cup of coffee.

You leaned against the counter and stared off into the distance, frowning and trying to remember what happened the night before. “Rog, could you give me a slight sum up of what happened yesterday?”

It’s not that you didn’t remember it; you did know what happened, or at least the outline of it, but you wanted to make sure nothing escaped your memory.

“Alright so, long story short, you went to our gig, got dead drunk and started crying when I said I’d accompany you home because you were too shit faced to meet the boys, asked weird stuff in the car and then passed out. I had to carry you all the way up here and let me tell you, my arms were tired from drumming.” He raised an eyebrow at you and you bit your lip, trying your best not to laugh.

“Sorry about that.” You smiled apologetically but it faded away when you went over his words in your mind. “Wait, asked weird stuff?”

Your night was all pretty clear until the cab part. You knew you talked, but in that moment your mind lingered between the unconsciousness of sleep and the drunk consciousness, so you couldn’t make out the exact conversation that happened.

“Yeah. You asked if Brian’s hair was his real hair? For some reason, you firmly believed it was a perm or even a bloody wig” he mocked you jokingly but you swallowed hard. For a moment, you actually believed the guitarist had been product of your imagination.

“You are not telling him that” you said wearily.

“Oh, you bet I am, love. It’s the first thing I’m going to tell him when I see him” he had a shit eating smirk on his face that you wanted to rip off with all your heart.

“Don’t you fucking dare.” He stuck his tongue out at you. “I swear, Taylor”.

He giggled and held you by the waist. “Why do you care so much? You were drunk, it’s not relevant”.

“That’s literally the most embarrassing thing I’ve said in my entire life” you smiled pressing your lips together. “Please keep that pretty mouth of yours shut” you murmured and kissed the base of his jaw, one of his weak spots, and he shivered.

“Alright”.

“Good boy.” You winked at him before pulling away. You drank the rest of your coffee and stretched your back, putting your arms up. “I’m going to shower, I feel disgusting. You coming?”

“Would love to, but can’t. Gotta go to the studio today. In fact,” he glanced at the kitchen clock “I should start getting ready and get going if I don’t want to arrive later than Freddie”.

You both headed into your bedroom: you to get rid of your clothes and get a towel and him to put some on.

When he was done, he kissed your cheek. “Want to grab lunch later? We could go to that pub near the studio”.

“Sure! Be there at… 12:30?”

“Perfect. See you later, love” he said before pecking your lips.

“Later, baby” he gave your ass a smack before heading out with a final wink.

When you heard the main door close behind him, you sighed and headed into the bathroom.

You turned on the shower to let the water heat up and stared at yourself in the mirror. Your hair, as always, was absolute chaos, and you frowned in frustration.

Because you were the only one in your family with curly hair, no one had taught you how to take care of it, and you didn’t know how. It drove you crazy: if you didn’t brush it, the curls and knots would cramp over each other. If you did, it became a frizzy mess. And even if you didn’t brush it, it was frizzy.

That was the natural state of your hair and despite seeing people with perfect curls, you had learned to deal with it. That was until you saw his hair, now you felt ashamed of the thing on top of your head.

This was a good thing, you tried to convince yourself. You would be able to ask him about his secrets to keep it so beautiful, as he was someone you’d come to know eventually, but you were too ashamed and you knew you’d feel intimidated around him.

“Whatever. I guess I’ll have to drink again to be able to ask him and get great hair” you sighed before grabbing the brush and detangling your hair, shedding a couple tears in the process, so it could be easily manageable to wash in the shower.

“Fucking hell” you sneered when you got out of the taxi due to the temperature change. “I wish I would have dried my hair” you scolded yourself before rushing towards the cozy pub that you and Roger frequented to.

You peaked inside when you reached the glass door. On one of the tables near the entrance, you could see Roger talking and next to him… a mass of perfect curls.

“Shit” you whispered as you retreated quickly and hid yourself behind one of the walls that were next to the door. You felt like your heart could jump out of your chest. “My hair is a fucking mess” you screamed-whispered and bit your lip in nervousness.

You couldn’t make a fool of yourself in front of him, you had to play it cool. And so you covered yourself with the hood of Roger’s sweater, took a few breaths and headed inside.

As soon as your boyfriend saw you, he grinned brightly and raised his arm so you could spot him, despite being one of the few people inside the local.

“Hi!” you said when you reached them. You gave the blond one a peck on the lips before smiling at the man next to him. “Brian, right? I’m Y/N, nice to meet you. I didn’t know you would be joining us today” you said and flinched a little.

‘Did that sound uninviting?’

“Oh, I won’t. I came because Roger kept insisting how good the beers are here and I didn’t believe him.” He raised his almost empty mug at you before looking at his friend. “I guess I was wrong” he chuckled before drinking again, and you laughed nervously.

Roger frowned and gave you a quizzical look before signalling you to sit down. Not until then you had realized you were awkwardly standing there, so you rushed to sit down while you felt a faint blush creeping up your face.

There was silence for a moment until Brian set his glass down and got up. “Well, I guess I’ll get going. You’re paying.” Roger switched his curious gaze on you to him with an offended expression.

“No I’m not! You pay your shit!” he said dramatically and you snorted.

“Nope” he emphasised the p, making the boy in front of you groan. He wrapped his colourful scarf around his neck before turning at you with a kind smile. “Bye, Y/N” he then turned to Roger. “Finish that damn song already, drummer” at which Roger flipped him off as a goodbye.

Brian chuckled and started walking away, your gaze not leaving him as he became smaller the furhter away he was, his hair bouncing with grace over his shoulders.

When he was out the door, you closed your eyes and sighed before looking at Roger, who was staring at you intently. “What?” you asked.

“What was that?” he questioned back.

“What was what?” you picked up the menu and started eyeing it to avert his gaze, even if you always ordered the same thing when you came here.

You could feel Roger’s eyes on you while silence settled tensly for some seconds before he shrugged. “Nothing” he said before looking at his own menu.

That’s how you found yourself staring at Brian more than you should have. More than you’d like to. The sight of him made the self hatred towards your hair increase, but it also struck you every time.

‘Fucking ridiculous’ you thought, mouth hanging open when you saw him enter the studio in a particularly humid and rainy day without a single strand of hair out of place. ‘He doesn’t have a single bad hair day’.

The past few days you had gone in the studio with Roger, as you were on a break from university and only worked in the afternoons. You would rather spend time with the band, who you had already met, than hang around in your apartment doing nothing.

The thought of being made fun of terrified you so bad you started wearing the most unbelievable accessories and hairstyles so your hair would stay hidden, which Freddie would giggle at every time he saw you.

Roger, on the other hand, seemed a little off. A bit too weary, too tense, too cranky and you didn’t know why. Specially he was like that around Brian.

You were sitting on the sofa of the recording room next to Roger one morning, watching Brian record his part. You had to say, that was also something breathtaking. His technique and way of playing was something from another world, and you found yourself staring in awe once again.

When you turned to Roger to comment how good the new song sounded so far after Brian did a particularly good riff, you saw him roll his eyes while staring at the booth with the most annoyed expression. You furrowed your brows, confused.

You were about to ask what was wrong when the door swinged open.

“Your turn, mate” a sweaty Brian commented with a smirk. Roger glared at him for a second before huffing and getting up to go to the booth, stomping his feet on his way.

“Oookay” Brian said, not knowing what was going on with him either, before plopping down in the couch next to you.

��You were killer in there! I can’t wait to hear how the song turns out” you exclaimed excitedly. The fact that you were awkward around him didn’t stop you both from getting along perfectly fine.

“Thanks! I worked pretty hard on that one and I really like how it turned out” you smiled at him before turning your attention to the booth, where you could see Roger angrily yell at Freddie through the glass, the last one wearing a smug smile as he had mutted the sound so not a single complaint from the drummmer could be heard.

You scoffed and shook your head at your boyfriend’s attitude.

“Unbelievable, isn’t he?” You turned your head only to see Brian already staring intently at you. “What? Is there something on my face?”

He smiled and looked down. “No, sorry for staring.” He looked at you again and slightly frowned before speaking up. “There’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you”.

You unconsciously fixed your slouched posture and bit the inside of your cheek, feeling a bit anxious. “Yeah? What’s up?”

“Well, uh,” he started and looked to his side “I don’t mean to be rude but, I’ve noticed you’ve er… been staring at me?” Your eyes opened up dramatically. “At first I thought it was my imagination but I don’t think it is. Again, I’m not trying to put you on the spot but I’d really like to know why that is.” He sheepishly scratched the back of his head with a nervous smile.

You could feel your cheeks burn as you looked down and played with the trim of your hoodie. Had you really been that obvious?

“I’m sorry” you started and chuckled slightly. “I really didn’t mean to do it, sorry. I don’t want this to sound weird but, I really like your hair”.

He blinked rapidly and blushed slightly. “My hair?”

“Yeah! I’ve honestly never seen anyone with a hair like yours. I’m pretty much obsessed with it and that is why my eyes drift to it much more than I’d like to… Mainly because I have curly hair myself, kinda”.

“Well, thank you so much, really…” He softly said. “I’m flattered. And what do you mean kinda?”

“I do have curly hair but as I don’t know how to take care of it, it looks horrible and anything but curly. That’s why I always wear something on my head, so it can’t be seen. I feel intimidated around you because of that.” You said the last part so quietly you doubted he heard you.

“Well, why didn’t you talk to me?”

“I didn’t want to come off as a weirdo”.

“You literally stare at me” he pointed out jokingly.

“Fair point” you laughed and noticed that you didn’t feel embarrassed anymore. Now that you had broken the barrier between the two of you, you felt relaxed and confident enough to talk to him about this topic, something you should have done long ago. “So, will you help me?”

“'Course!” You smiled at him, thankful. “You could take your hood off, though?”

“Shit. Yeah, sure” you mumbled rushedly and bit your lip before you pulled the fabric off your head, unleashing your damaged hair that went all over the place. You silently prayed the others were too distracted so they wouldn’t notice it.

He inhaled sharply. “Oh, wow”.

“I know” you said while getting some of it out of your face. “It’s messy and damaged and horrible. I used to straighten it but it got really bad so I stopped and started wearing stuff that would cover it or different hairstyles that would ‘control’ it.” You picked a lock and started inspecting it. “I just don’t know what to do so I really could use your help.”

“First of all, don’t brush your hair when it’s dry” he said cringing a bit at the thought of it. “It’s very damaging and causes breakage. Instead detangle it in the shower when it’s literally soaked in conditioner. And talking about that don’t wash it too often… leave around 4 or 5 days in between wash day” you furrowed your brows at this.

“What do you mean? Won’t it get like, dirty and dry?” He chuckled slightly.

“That’s why you refresh your hair every day in order for your curls to always look good. I personally shake my hair up with my hands, wet it and apply some curl definer cream and some conditioner before scrunching. Then I just let the air do its job and hope for the best.” He shrugged and paused for a second before continuing. “A big lifehack is sleeping with a pineapple ponytail which basically means a loose ponytail on top of your head, but if you find it uncomfortable you could also carefully wrap your hair with a silk scarf.”

You held your hand up to make him stop talking, as the information was overflowing your head. “How come you know all of this?” You asked, feeling a bit dizzy.

“I’ve talked to a lot of people and tried a lot of stuff. It’s basically trial and error” he smiled at you sympathetically. “We’ll get your curls looking amazing, I promise”.

“Thank you so much, Brian” you kissed his cheek and just in that moment Roger came into the room and you put your hood on once again.

You saw him shoot a deadly look at the man next to you and decided to intervene.

“Hey love, how was the recording?” You asked completely oblivious to why your boyfriend seemed so annoyed.

“Fine” he growled.

You tilted your head slightly. 'Huh? What did I even do?’

Freddie sensed the tension and spoke up. “How about we take a break?” He said clasping his hands together.

You felt everything had been good since that day: your friendship with Brian was flourishing beautifully, as you both talked all day long about every topic that came to mind. Your hair also looked better than it ever had, and this boosted your confidence into another level, which had Freddie extra happy and excited.

The only thing that still seemed off was Roger, but you figured that it was because of the pressure from the album, as he sometimes got extra snappy when he felt stressed, so you decided to give him space and not overwhelm him.

At first, John and Fred were quite happy to see the guitarist and you getting along so well, but as the deadline of the album drew near, the warm feeling was replaced with an exasperating one.

One morning you were happily chatting with Brian while Freddie was scribbling down some lyrics, John was playing on his bass and Roger was sitting on his stool, twirling his drumsticks, when the bassist finally fed up.

“Look, Y/N, we get it. You and Brian have a lot in common and whatever but we’re supposed to be working so please can you leave it for later?” He snapped and stopped playing.

“I agree, darling. We’re not here to hang out” Freddie said calmly but you could sense the slight irritation in his tone.

“Sorry guys” you said and couldn’t help but giggle, so you leaned into Brian’s neck to hide it, while he also tried not to laugh at their annoyance.

You snapped out of your happy state when you heard a loud noise, which made you shot your head up.

Roger had stood up so abruptly he had knocked down his stool, and you were only able to catch a glimpse of him before he stormed out of the room. You immediately got up to go after him, feeling very worried.

Following the trail of cold air, you walked through the hallway until you saw the fire emergency door open. You approached it and peeked through the glass.

Roger was sitting on the floor, with his chin resting on his arms that were leaning on one of the railings and with his legs hanging out the platform, cigarrete in his mouth.

“Hey” you said softly. He didn’t answer, but just glanced at you for a second before returning his gaze to the passing cars below.

You sighed and sat next to him while he took a drag. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

He snorted, clearly upset. “What’s wrong? Obviously nothing. I’m fucking great, can’t you see?”

You crossed your arms, feeling slightly annoyed. “Look, if you’re pissed I’m sorry, but you have no right to snap at me like that, I’m just trying to help you.” You were about to get up when Roger put a hand over your arm to stop you from leaving.

A couple of seconds passed by until he spoke up. “I’m jealous” he mumbled and dropped his hand off you.

“What?” You asked, not sure if you heard right.

“I’m jealous, okay?” He exclaimed and looked at you in the eye.

“Jealous?” You said, not believing what you just heard. “What eve- wait is this because of Brian?” Roger looked away, ashamed. “I can’t believe this. You’re jealous of one of your best mates?”

He shrugged. “It’s fucking stupid and I hate feeling like this, but I see you both getting along so good and being with each other so much I can’t help but wonder… What if you’ve finally realised that I’m not good enough for you? What if you finally got tired of me?” His voice grew weaker with every word he said and he hid his profile with his hair to not give away the tears that welled up in his eyes.

That’s when you became aware of what was happening. He wasn’t being possessive over you or angry at you. He was insecure over himself and scared Brian might be able to steal you away, as he felt his friend was much better than he was.

“Roger, we literally talk about hair.” You held his hand and squeezed it.

“I know and it’s so stupid but… I don’t know.” He took one last drag and threw the cigarette’s butt down, watching it fall to avoid your avid gaze. You grabbed his face and made him look into your eyes.

“Roger, that won’t happen. I’m not going to leave you for Brian or for anyone. I don’t deserve better because you’re already the best thing that has happened to me.” He was moved by your words, but still they didn’t convince him completely.

“And how do you know that won’t happen?” Your heart clenched at the sight of him being so vulnerable.

“Baby, I don’t know if any of that will happen in the future, but I’m sure it won’t happen now. It won’t because I love you, Roger”.

“You what?” His eyes widened in shock. Not until a second later you realized it had been the first time you had said it and you were surprised that those words left your mouth. Still, it felt right.

“I love you and I’m not going to leave you” you repeated, smiling brightly, and you could feel Roger melt into your hands.

“I love you too, Y/N” Your heart raced at his words, feeling so happy you could combust.

You leaned in to kiss him, but a cough beside you made you jump instead.

“Can we please get back to work?” Deaky was leaning in the door frame with crossed arms and quirked brows.

“Are you joking?” Roger groaned. “We’ve literally been here for 5 minutes.” John rolled his eyes.

“I want you on the recording room in a minute” he said looking at you both carefully before walking away.

“Now, where were we?” Your boyfriend said with a dorky smile before kissing you.

His soft and warm lips on yours made butterflies fly in your stomach and you smiled against him, which made him do it as well.

You broke the kiss and he pouted. “'C'mon!” You giggled. “Let’s go back, you have to record your solo now.” His frown changed into a big smile.

“Yes, let’s go!” He excitedly exclaimed and rushed to go back to the booth, not even waiting for you.

“Darn it, I love him” you muttered to yourself while going after him. “I really do.”

#roger taylor x reader #roger taylor #queen #queen fanfiction #queen fic #fanfic #brian may #queen band #freddie mercury #john deacon

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dixbolik-lovers · 7 years ago

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in the den of monsters, pray

Admin Mawile: Aaaand the introduction is done! (๑´ㅂ`๑) I still sort of feel like I’m making a mistake by starting another fic, but ya’ll seem excited! I’m definitely having fun writing this, thus far! As established, this the beginning of a much longer Sub Au fic!

My main note for this part is that, unlike my usual, I had to give the reader a specified gender. It was tripping up the writing to try to make it completely neutral, unfortunately. Reader is female in this fic, but is otherwise left as vague as I can manage~

The intro here is pretty short (only a little under 3000 words), but I’m hoping further chapters will be better! I’ll be starting on someone’s route next, so please vote on whose I should choose, if you haven’t already.

As always, questions and comments are very appreciated! <3

Fic below the cut!!

The taxi drives for what feels like hours.

Little by little, you get farther and farther from civilization. Sitting in a dark car, fabric seats soft underneath you, you can’t help but feel like you’re headed somewhere terrible. It doesn’t help that you can’t see the driver.

There’s a smell of something in the air that you imagine is blood, thick and metallic, organic and somehow wrong. Your stomach churns.

You’d been sent away for reasons that you didn’t know. Your best friend’s parents had tried to ship her off to somewhere unknown, and when you saw the poor girl broken down, sobbing in terror of the unknown, you’d stepped in. Volunteering to take a younger girl’s place, who-knows-where, probably wasn’t the best idea, but you were not going to sit and watch.

The look of fear in your friend’s eyes would haunt you for years. You never would have been able to live with yourself if you hadn’t stepped in, if you’d allowed someone you loved to be sent away so easily.

So you’d forced your way into her place. Her parents had looked at you like you were crazy. You’d set your jaw and refused to back down.

The taxi had arrived the next morning, windows dark.

After a long ride, you were more nervous than ever, but steeling yourself not to show it. Wherever you were going, you could only imagine that it would hurt you to show fear.

You’ve passed forests and towns, slowly getting smaller and smaller the longer you drive. It feels like you’re heading to the middle of nowhere, and you can only imagine what’s waiting for you in the end. You think of who could be here instead, and know that it’s better that it’s you.

Finally, the taxi comes to a stop. There’s a mansion outside, one that you’ve seen slowly approaching for a while now. It’s huge, dark walls towering above you like a fortress. It’s larger than any house you’ve ever seen, sprawling out to both sides, and you swallow heavily. You can’t imagine what sort of people live in a place so ornate.

But you step out of the taxi. You gather your things. You drag your suitcase up to the front steps as the car pulls away behind you.

You’re stranded now, you think, and almost laugh.

There’s a faint smell of roses in the air, you note, mixed with something dark and unfamiliar. A cool breeze wraps around you, and you shiver. It’s beautiful here, in away that feels almost unreal.

A knock to the door yields no response, and you stand outside for a few long moments, waiting for someone to answer. You’re positive that this is where you’re supposed to be, and you wonder if whoever brought you here is simply toying with you, seeing how you’re going to react.

As if in defiance, you push the door open yourself and step inside. You’re afraid, yes, but if you’re going to meet a horrible end here, it’ll at least be in a way that you can be proud of. You’re not going to cower.

The inside of the mansion is dark, and the air itself feels thick around you. There’s rich furniture everywhere you look, and the air smells dark and musty, like no one has lived there in decades. Somehow, there’s no dust to be found, and that sends a little spike of worry through you.

Someone is definitely here.

It only takes a few moments of wandering around to find an empty sitting room. Making a split-second decision, you roll your suitcase up to one chair and plop down in it. You’ll sit there until someone shows up.

There’s no point in aimlessly searching through a mansion ten times the size of any house you’ve ever been in for any signs of life.

If someone is there, they’ll find you soon enough.

In a few minutes, the creepy atmosphere of the mansion progresses to downright intimidating. It’s quiet, eerily so, with only a few ominous creaks and odd noises to break up the emptiness. You feel like telling yourself that it’s just the house settling, and almost laugh. You’re starting to sound like this is some kind of horror movie. For all you know, it is.

You close your eyes and think of your friend, sobbing and afraid. You have a reason to be here, and you’re not going to back down.

The chair under you is softer than anything you’ve felt. It feels rich in an almost unnatural way, like nothing you’ve ever touched. What kind of people live here? What kind of people have such nice things?

When you open your eyes, it’s to someone behind you.

You know without turning around that there’s someone there. You feel suddenly, abruptly watched, and your stomach sinks hard. The person appeared so suddenly, with no sound, and you can’t imagine anything human being able to move like that. Instead of panicking, though, you take a deep breath and force yourself to be calm, to stand up and turn around.

The man behind you is tall and slender. His dark hair falls in soft waves, and glasses barely conceal sharp eyes. He’s wearing a nice suit, and his posture is so straight it would make a ruler look crooked.

He’s frowning, a stern expression etched across his handsome face.

“How odd. I had expected our guest would be younger,” he says, low voice smooth and polite, with a hint of something sharp lurking in his tone.

You stand up straight and meet his eye, refusing to show the nerves you feel. “If your ‘guest’ is who I’m thinking of, I took her place. It was a last minute change,” you say, and your voice is thankfully even.

“Ah,” the man says, looking at you with cold eyes. “I see. So you’re not who we were planning for. Would you please tell me who you are?”

You introduce yourself, stating only your name. The man replies that he is Sakamaki Reiji, the second son of the household that you’ve been sent to stay in, and you don’t miss the carefully concealed disdain in his voice.

He tells you to gather your things, that he’ll have someone lead you to your room, that this situation will be dealt with later. Your hand goes white-knuckled around the handle of your suitcase. Reiji’s eyes are brighter than they should be, sharper, and you don’t like it.

Just as you’re about to follow him, though, a hand lands on your shoulder. You suppress a startled jerk only barely, and turn around.

It’s another young man, this time with wavy, auburn hair, a wicked smile on his lips, and a hat falling forward over his eyes. He’s leaning in close to you, uncomfortably so, and his hand is tight in your shoulder.

“Hmm? So this is who’s been sent to us?” he asks, tone mocking and light. “What a pretty face. . . but such a cold expression. How about you smile a little bit, Bitch-chan? You’d look cuter if you did~”

Whatever uncertainty you’d had drops like a stone. He’s making fun of you, you can tell, and it’s only a vague feeling of dread that keeps you from biting back something cruel. There’s a dark aura about this boy, something you can feel in the air, and you don’t want to press at something dangerous.

Instead, you turn around, intending to follow Reiji to your room.

. . . and come face to face with another one of them.

This time it’s a small boy, all soft cheeks and impossibly wide eyes. He’s clutching a toy to his chest, and is dressed like a child.

You take a step back, startled, and the boy smiles like he’s a cat eyeing a bird with a broken wing. “Teddy. . . We have someone new to play with,” he mumbles, squeezing the bear to his chest. “We’ll have to break her properly, won’t we? Won’t that be oh-so fun?”

It’s not a good sign. The boy seems unhinged, and you don’t like the predatory gaze he’s eyeing you with. It’s downright impressive that a person so small could be so intimidating, but you don’t want to find out why.

“Shut up! The new prey is mine,” a third voice chimes in, and you spin around to see yet another of them waiting for you.

This boy has a face like the auburn-haired one, but a cocky expression and blood red hair. He grabs you by the shoulders, pulls you towards him like it’s nothing, and leans in much too close for comfort.

“Yuck, she’s old,” he whines, making a sour expression. “Smells good, though. I wonder what you’re gonna taste like,” he laughs. “I bet you’re sweeter than you look. . . but there’s one way to find out.” He leans in so close you can feel his breath on your neck, and you barely resist struggling.

Somehow, you feel like fighting back would be a death sentence.

“Ayato, if you must persist with such behavior, do it in privacy, please,” Reiji interrupts, and the redhead freezes in place.

You think, for a moment, that he’s going to do something to you anyway, but instead, he pulls away with a glare, scoffing angrily. One of the others snickers, sounding amused. You force down something like terror.

Despite all instincts saying otherwise, you hold still. You already have a feeling that fighting back will just get you in more trouble. You hold yourself tall, breathing even, and doing everything possible to stay calm. Whatever happens, it won’t help you in the slightest if you panic.

“Impressive,” a new voice says, and you feel a headache coming on. How many of these boys are there? “She’s staying pretty calm.”

Reiji stiffens immediately, you note, making a face like he’s eaten something rotten. The other three are still circling you, eyeing you with what’s worryingly close to predatory intent.

There’s a blonde man stretched out on a couch a short ways away. You’re positive that he wasn’t there a moment ago.

Something is starting to feel increasingly wrong.

“What?” the blonde says, letting his eyes slip shut. “This is my home too, Reiji. I can say what I want to.” His tone is bitter and slow.

“Perhaps, but you can also know when to keep your mouth shut,” Reiji replies cooly, and you can already see that there is some hatred between them, some rivalry. Reiji did mention that he was the second son.

Another couple lines are exchanged, the boys’ voices going low with barely disguised anger. The redhead gives a bitter little laugh from behind you, and the small one clutches his toy close to his chest. You’re starting to get a headache from keeping track of all of them, and in almost the exact moment you think that, a sixth voice joins the argument.

“What the hell is all the noise for?” an even younger boy snaps from across the room. His hair is dove white, and he looks strong, even though you can see a youth in his features that betrays his age.

“We’re deciding what to do with our little guest here~,” the auburn haired one says, and gives you a little shove. He’s stronger than he looks.

“Yeah, and Reiji’s being boring about it,” the redhead adds, crossing his arms in a childish motion and leering at you with sharp eyes.

“Perhaps Subaru wanted a taste,” the small one murmurs, a note of something mocking in his voice. “Perhaps he thinks he’ll win her over by being her knight in shining armor. What do you think, Teddy?

The strong boy’s fist splits the wood of the nearby staircase.

It takes considerable effort not to react outwardly. You’ve already figured out that letting anything slip is a bad idea around these boys, but that, that simply wasn’t human.

The pieces fall together quickly in your head. A massive mansion in the middle of nowhere. Six beautiful young men who look at you like they want to swallow you whole. A boy strong enough to crush solid wood like it was paper. The mysterious circumstances under which you were sent to the mansion to begin with, the utter lack of information on it all.

You weren’t among humans anymore.

Somehow, though, that eased some of your fear. Humans who could act like this were one thing. Monsters stuffed into pretty skins were another.

You would at least know what to expect from the monsters.

So you stood still, allowed the boys to keep bickering. Their vicious comments flew over your head easily now that you knew the truth, their too bright eyes on you no longer giving you the same chills.

Somehow, you had the feeling that they wouldn’t kill you. If they’d wanted to, it would have been easier to do it from the start, after all.

If they’d wanted you dead, you wouldn’t still be standing.

Your fear was fading fast, replaced with a sense of resignation and mild interest. If you were the sort of person who would volunteer to be sent somewhere like this in the first place, you could withstand what happened.

After a few moments, the arguments died down. Their eyes fixed on you one by one, a strange atmosphere filling the room.

“. . . she’s not afraid anymore,” Ayato, as you’d picked out that his name was, said. His pretty green eyes stared at you like you’d grown a second head. He shifted position a bit, almost defensive.

“Teddy, why isn’t she more worried? Doesn’t she know that we’re going to hurt her,” the small one, Kanato said with a low voice.

All you saw was an empty threat, a boy trying to frighten what he saw as below him. He probably would hurt you. That didn’t mean you were going to give him the satisfaction of seeing you shake before him.

There was suddenly a great imbalance in the room. Now that you were calm, now that you were looking carefully, you could see the obvious discord between the brothers. Now that you were calm, you could see all of them eyeing you with something like curiosity mixed with uncertainty.

You imagined that few people hadn’t cowered from them.

“I think it’s time our guest is shown to her room.” Reiji broke the silence, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

He went through a quick introduction of who was who, and you nodded along, already having caught onto everyone’s names. The boys were still staring, some cold unreadable feeling thick in their eyes.

You were just about to follow Reiji to where you would be staying when Laito said something, sing-song voice filled with threat.

“Bitch-chan is awfully relaxed for being stuck in a house of vampires,”

You could see in his eyes that he was expecting you to panic.

Instead, you looked him dead in the eye, smiling politely. “Ah, so that’s what you are. Thank you for telling me; I’ll know what to expect, now.” You knew better than to fight, but you weren’t going to be afraid.

For just an instant, you see a flash of something furious in Laito’s eyes. Instead of scaring you, it shows you that he can feel.

Already, you’re getting an impression of what these boys are like. They fight amongst each other, every one of them puffed up with ego. Like any teenage boys, they’re immature and selfish, but with supernatural abilities, they think that they hold some special place in the world. You can expect them to be cruel, you think, you can expect pain.

When you think of someone you love being in your place, you don’t wish for a second that you wouldn’t have chosen this path.

It’s easy to follow Reiji, easier yet to catch the way he’s glaring at you. He leads you through a series of hallways with no words, and you stand tall with every step. The mansion doesn’t scare you anymore.

Your room is pink and pretty, something clearly intended for a girl much younger than yourself. That alone makes you almost angry.

The idea of someone small and frightened being locked up here with the monsters makes you wish you could get away with punching one of them in the face. They have no right to prey on those who can’t fight back.

Instead, you put your things away, and sit down on the bed.

It’s soft beneath you, and you run your fingers over the silky blankets. Your stay here is sure to be an experience. You may never leave.

That thought doesn’t scare you nearly as much as is probably should.

#Diabolik Lovers #Dialovers #Sakamaki Shuu #Sakamaki Reiji #Sakamaki Ayato #Sakamaki Kanato #Sakamaki Laito #Sakamaki Subaru #Sub Au #Fic

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bakusquadup · 7 years ago

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Hello!!! I hope u r having a lovely day and feel well enough to write something for shinsou? Some serious angst with a happy ending? Maybe it starting with a misunderstanding and having the reader becoming so devastated from the complete cut off of any communication from their crush and best friend that they practically become a zombie? Shinsou confronts them about their self care and everything gets sorted out from there with why reader stopped caring? I would really appreciate it!!!

Hello, love! I am here for my boy Hitoshi getting some attention! I took a little bit of liberty with the interpretation of your ask, including using a gender-neutral reader because you didn’t specify one way or the other. It also became pretty long because I got too into it. Oh well. Hopefully, this lives up to your expectations! Enjoy!

-Shelley

Shinsou Hitoshi

“You have got to be kidding me!” Kaminari yelled, gesticulating excessively. “There is no way a guy with such a scary quirk could be a hero!” A few members of the class nodded and muttered words of agreement, while others gave puzzled expressions, internally conflicted. You were shocked by the complacency of the group. No one was refuting his words.

“Yeah,” Sero added. “He also kind of gives off a creepy vibe. He’s got those huge bags under his eyes.” He paused, touching a finger under his right eye. More heads nodded. “He looks like he would be a villain.” You were slowly growing more and more enraged. Glancing around the classroom, you prayed that someone would speak up on behalf of him. A few students look incredulous or upset, but no one said anything. You were the only one who would defend Shinsou.

“Shut up!” You burst out, louder than intended. Fifteen heads all whipped in your direction, faces painted with a variety of expressions. You blushed brightly, realizing the scene you were creating. “Sorry, that was uncalled for.” You let out a long breath, collecting yourself. “I just meant that you guys are judging him too harshly based on something he has no control over! None of you decided to be born with the quirk you have, yet here you are! Hitoshi wants to be a hero just as much, if not more than anybody else in this class!” Chattering between students washed over the class, everyone considering your words. “Sure, I mean, his quirk is kind of scary, I get it. But you can’t just-”

Slam! Everyone’s eyes shot to the doorway. Shinsou stood in the doorway, displaying a complex expression you had a hard time reading. You smiled brightly at him, walking to stand at his side. Now that he was there, he’d have a chance to defend himself.

“Hitoshi!” You called, reaching out to touch his arm. To your surprise, he yanked it away and glared down at you. His violet eyes were cold and hard, the antithesis of his normal affect around you. “Hitoshi?” Your hand fell. “What’s wrong?”

“I have a scary quirk, huh?” He huffed. “If you were afraid of me, you could have told me so and I would have stop bothering you.” You widened your eyes at the statement, visibly distressed. He started to walk by you and you fumbled out words in a vain attempt to have him hear you out.

“Wait, no, no!” You flashed desperate eyes to the rest of the class, pleading for help. “I was defending you! I just said that because, um, I-”

“They were saying that your quirk is scary in the wrong hands, but powerful in the right ones!” Yaoyorozu chimed in.

“Yeah, that! I was just telling them that they shouldn’t judge you!” You clambered for something he would listen to.

“It’s okay, [Y/N],” Shinsou said, voice flat and unfeeling. “You don’t have to spend time with me if you’re scared of me.” He shouldered past you, sliding into his chair and throwing his bag across his desk. You turned, eyes wide and watering, to your other friends in the class. Midoriya, Iida, and Uraraka gave you pained looks, their eyebrows scrunched together. Uraraka walked over to you and gently touched your shoulder.

“[Y/N]…” she murmured. You rolled your shoulder backward, pushing her hand off.

“Um, Shinsou!” Midoriya burst out. You turned toward him, pleading eyes watering. “Don’t you think you should hear them out? They really didn’t mean anything by it.” He paused, glancing at you. “They just wanted to defend you when no one else would.”

Shinsou looked up and for a brief moment you were hopeful that everything would turn out fine. He would give you a small smile and say that of course he would hear you out. That he wouldn’t just toss you aside. But your hopes were dashed when his face went sour. He didn’t reply, opting to simply look back down at his desk, the wood grain suddenly interesting. Midoriya stood in front of him for a second, waiting for a response, but when it was clear one wasn’t coming, he walked over to you.

“I’m sorry, [Y/N],” he said softly.

“Nothing to worry about!” Iida cut in. “I say simply wait until he has cooled off somewhat and then try again!”

You nodded slowly, mumbling an agreement. A moment later, Aizawa-sensei walked through the door and you meandered your way to your seat, movements stiff. Wait until later, you thought. Everything will be fine.

Everything was not fine. You texted Shinsou later that night, hoping that he may respond to a small gesture.

No such luck. After 4 hours, you were anxiously waiting at your phone, checking it every time you got an arbitrary notification from Facebook or Twitter. The vibrations didn’t even sound the same, but you still reacted as soon as the screen lit up.

You fell asleep crookedly across your bed, phone in hand and homework unfinished. This had resulted in you waking up with a sore back and broken phone (it had fallen from your hand and cracked), then panickedly scurrying to get some answers down first thing in the morning. All in all, not the best way to wake up in the morning.

You groaned getting out of bed, clutching at the small of your back as it creaked like an old wood floor. Fatigue washed over you along with a suddenly blackness from standing up too quickly, but you stumbled your way across the room to your closet. Clutching at the fabric, you pulled on your uniform, not bothering to smooth out the creases formed on the shirt. Class was in 20 minutes and you were far too exhausted to bother.

15 minutes later you stumbled into class, a little sweaty from the run. You spotted Shinsou sitting at his desk, quietly flipping through a notebook, eyes low. Determined to make-up with him immediately, you sauntered over to him, stopping to stand directly in front of him. As he noticed you, he gently closed his notebook and looked up to meet your eyes.

“Hitoshi,” you started warily. “I just wanted to say…”

“If this is about yesterday, don’t worry about it,” Shinsou interrupted. Your eyes widened, confusion painted across your face. A part of you sighed in relief, happy to know that everything was back to normal. “I understand why you said what you did. So, really, you don’t have to mind me at all, [Y/L/N]-san.” The name dug into you like a knife. It had been months since you and Shinsou were on a first name basis and the fact that he dropped it in such a moment shattered your heart. You pushed on your right eye with the heel of your hand, forcing down the oncoming tears and gasping out a heavy breath. Knowing you weren’t going to sway him any further, you trudged back to your desk, falling into the seat gracelessly. You had absolutely no motivation for class in that moment, but you had no idea as to what you should be doing otherwise.

Two weeks went by and you health started to deteriorate, both mental and physical. You were sleeping too much or too little, fluctuating between 3 hours and 14 hours a night. Your meals were small and irregular, consisting of the cheapest meal sets at school or junk food at home. You struggled with homework. You seemed depressed and vacant most of the time, things that would normally excite you leaving no visible reaction. Your friends were worried and the teachers were starting to notice.

“[Y/N], you need to take better care of yourself,” Asui declared one day. “If this keeps up, you aren’t going to be able to keep training, ribbit.”

“Yeah, we’re all worried about you,” Midoriya added.

You gazed around at your friends, eyes blank and glassy. They all wore expressions of worry and sympathy, devastated to see their friend crumble in such a way.

“I’ll try,” you said. “I just-I just can’t focus when I can’t talk to Hito-um, I mean, Shinsou-san.” The group nodded knowingly.

“We know, [Y/N],” Uraraka added. “We’ll do anything we can to help you.” She paused, glancing around at the rest of the group. “For now, though, we were thinking that maybe we could have group dinners? Down in the dorm common area?” You let a small creep up your face.

“Yeah, that sounds nice.”

Uraraka smiled brightly in return. “Great! Then we’ll see you there tonight at 7!”

That night, you rushed down the stairs at 7, a little happy to be having a meal with your friends. You had been down on yourself and it was nice to have others looking out for you. A few minutes late, you burst through the kitchen door, apologies geared and ready.

“Sorry, I was-” You froze. In front of you stood Shinsou in an empty kitchen. No one else in sight. “Hitoshi?” The name was barely a whisper on your lips, a ghost.

“[Y/N]…” It was your first name. “Uraraka-san and Midoriya told me what you’ve been doing to yourself.” He took a single step toward you, but you were completely locked in place, a statue glued to the very ground you stood on. “And I-” He paused, collecting his thoughts. “I saw the effect it’s been having on you.” Another step. Still statuesque. “I couldn’t bare to see someone I’m friends with and…” Another pause. “Someone I like, do such a thing to themself.”

And just like that, a single word released you from your trance. You took two steps forward, meeting him halfway and falling into his arms. His hug was warm and gentle, causing tears to fall before you could stop them.

The two of you stood there in the quiet, the only sound your soft hiccups after each sob, and in that moment you could feel that you would be okay. Everything would be just fine.

And it would be.

#whoooo boy #this ones like 1700?#something like that #obviously not long for a fic #but long considering i wrote it in like an hour #enjoy?#i guess?#shinsou hitoshi #bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #scenarios #imagine #requests #mine

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(gender anon 1) dae i have an important question that's been bugging me since forever : how do people figure out their gender and pronouns ? it used to seem simple to me but tumblr confused the hell out of me. i get that gender doesn't depend on genitals and stereotypes, that girls can like cars and videogames and boys can be sensitive and wear skirts and that everything in between is just as free to be what they like, etc. so i guess my question is : what DOES gender depend on ??

(gender anon 2) why do people chose one over the over ? at this point it seems to me that the only real difference is the spelling. tbh gender only made sense to me as a way to let people know what genitals we are most confortable with. exemple : i'm a girl because i have / wish i had a vagina, this is what i identify with, or, i'm non binary because i don't feel like specifying to people what's between my legs / i feel like i'd be okay with either / i'm intersex and i'm cool with it.

(gender anon 3) but that doesn't seem to justify the dozens of different genders that exist. so. i'm really confused. i hope i'm not missing something obvious and this doesn't come of as dumb.

(gender anon 4) sorry me again. i feel like i didn't properly explain my question and i wanted to try to approach it from another angle. let's take an example : person A's gender is "girl". what does it say about A ? it doesn't necessarily mean A is feminine or born female, those are both stereotypes right ? but then, what DOES it mean ? what meaning is left in "girl" ? if girls can be anything and anyone can be a girl, then why would person A chose that label over another in the first place ?

I feel like there are “a dozen genders” now because for decades, especially in Western society (and I can only speak from experience of Western society), there’s been such a strict binary divide, “This is what a man is, and you should fit this mold or be ashamed” and ditto for women. People who didn’t fit neatly into the category that society pegged them as would face social, even legal consequences or worse, assault or death. (”You were born with a vagina, so you’re a woman, but you’re too masculine and trying to be a man so you’re going to jail until you learn to behave like your sex!”) Now that’s less heard of... unfortunately not entirely eradicated, but for the most part people are waking up to the fact that this gender binary concept is kind of bullshit, and what even is gender and is it real and what does that mean for us???

What gets my goat is that, a lot of people who are against these “new genders” or the concept of say, boys wearing dresses.... ultimately when you argue with them, it boils down to them being angry because they can no longer tell who is “actually” male or female, who has a penis or a vagina. They are probably coming to the same conclusion that you have, that if penis = masculine, sports, cars, assertiveness, square jaws, beards, ‘men’s’ style clothing, and vagina = feminine, caretaking, babies, sensitivity, soft faces, breasts, ‘women’s’ style clothing .... isn’t true and is in fact just a giant lie created by society that we’re realizing we don’t need to believe in anymore... I lost my train of thought. But they are realizing the same lie, but instead of just being in confused awe of it and accepting it, they react with fear and anger. People with vaginas should act and look a certain way, people with penises should act and look a different way otherwise how will we know who has penises and who has vaginas?! Rabble rabble rabble! It’s the same obsession with sex with homophobia, regurgitated as transphobia and... I’m not sure what word would be the phobia for non-binary-conforming people in general.

But honestly? The fear is bullshit, and the entire concept of non-binary people isn’t new in the slightest. I work in retail. Staying away from gendered terms like “sir” or “ma’am” is a wise choice because there are many many many many many many older people who I honestly cannot judge their gender by their face, body, hair, or even voice. That’s why anti-trans bathroom bills are a really bad fucking idea for everybody, btw. How many older women with whiskers on their chin are going to get kicked out of the ladies’ room? It’s just asinine. But I’m off-topic by now.

My answer to your actual question is pretty straightforward and probably unhelpful:

Gender depends on how you feel. Whether you identify as male or female, and what pronouns you prefer, really depends on what feels right.

I saw a twitter thread where someone mentioned the topic of how many genders there are, and isn’t that excessive and unnecessary and other people are just trying too hard to be special, right? Not for them. They never felt like they quite fit in anywhere until they saw “demi-girl” defined, and they burst into tears because finally something described how they felt. It’s like how I felt when I finally realized that I did fit into the asexual ‘umbrella’. Holy fuck, I’m not broken, I’m not alone, this is me, this finally feels right.

I asked someone that I know who is trans if they had a different take on this, but she answered simply with, “I just kind of knew.” She said that puberty felt wrong when she started growing a beard instead of breasts, but that she was also a tomboy, so the masculine/feminine constructs have always felt like a weird contradiction.

The thing is, the ideas of what is “masculine” and “feminine” might be a socially constructed lie... but in many ways they are still true because as a society we know what is generally considered to be masculine or feminine. For some people, they want to have a ‘feminine’ fashion style, for others, they want a ‘masculine’ body. I don’t think that it’s necessarily bad to have these stereotypical concepts of masculinity and femininity, as long as we understand that people are not stereotypes and we can’t force gender roles onto other people. It’s when others come in and try to tell someone, “you’re a man because you have a penis / you are a woman therefore you must love shopping and babies / you’re a man so you can’t wear makeup and heels” that we run into a gross problem.

Personally, I felt betrayed when puberty hit and I gained weight, and suddenly I had breasts. Before that, I could be boy/girl, either, neither, and that made me happy and felt right. After I got curves I was like, “...I guess I have to learn how to be a female now” but it never felt right and honestly gave me a lot of stress and dysphoria at times. The closest I feel to any gender would probably be agender... but pronouns? I don’t know about that either, because personally, nothing feels right. If I could opt out of pronouns altogether, that’d be great, but the English language makes it difficult to be gender neutral, much less avoid pronouns altogether.

So yeah. Sorry this is a non-answer, but really there isn’t a good answer. I’m not sure you really can define “boy” or “girl”. I’ve not been able to see anyone define “man” or “woman” in a way that didn’t exclude cisgendered men/women in the process. You just... know. It feels correct. And when you’re misgendered, it feels wrong or even unbearably awful.

#long post #sorry I don't feel like putting it under a cut #this is just my personal take #I follow a lot of trans twitters #but I am no expert #I feel you hardcore anon #when I think about gender I'm like 'NOTHING IS REAL' (mind blown)#but then also like #if we delete male/female concepts then so much of the english language actually breaks down #and hey maybe in the future it should definitely be a deleted concept #i'm kind of on board with that #love my anons #answered

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Translator: Mara Guadalupe Niklison Reviewer: Peter van de Ven i wonder what you first suppose whilst you see me. Maybe it can be something about my curls – individuals normally point out them. Or "What a dapper little man." In my expertise, one of the crucial first things humans do is count on i am a boy or are not certain whether i am a lady or a boy. We do that to all people. We count on what gender someone is, established on how they seem, and if we can’t inform, we get stressed.I say "we" seeing that I do it too. It’s ingrained. Our first choice and often unconscious. But why? Well, i’m Audrey, and if we’re talking biology, i’m feminine. But I consider it is more elaborate than that. For an entry point, let’s seem at my type. As you could most commonly see, i’ve a specified sort, however I wasn’t born wearing fits, bow ties, and flamingo socks. My type needed to evolve, and it is going to keep evolving, and i suppose it gives some insight into my changing expertise of gender. This is a photo of me before I began college, sporting a star Wars prime, a skirt, and sneakers, demonstrating to the sector that i’m a woman! It is the skirt, right? Everyone knows that signal.So at this age, I used to be just a girl who did not care much about what I wore. It was once practical and various. This all took another turn when I hit the age of 5 and began university. I don’t forget certainly one of my first days at college, and that i was within the girls’ bathroom when two women I knew came close me and mentioned, "appear, there may be a boy in here." I appeared over my shoulder, however there was no person there. So I asked them, "where?" i noticed they intended me. I was fairly bowled over, as i would simplest been around folks who knew and understood me. I felt upset and alienated. Ultimately, this misrecognition started going down in public toilets as good, with adults assuming my gender. Normally, i’d get matters like "Why are you in here?" or "incorrect bathroom." This finally result in me being hesitant and tentative about even going to the bathroom in public. Most likely, people failed to simply say something in any respect. They simply stared at me. This felt, and feels, worse. At tuition, this happened increasingly regularly, however whilst many people in that situation could have began dressing more regularly female, in dresses, with long hair, or bows, I grew to become increasingly masculine imparting, sporting what we keep in mind to be boys’ clothes considering in them I felt most authentically myself.I used to be lovely adamant about just wearing male things. What that intended to me was no pink, and even purple, or any type of costume, skirt, and even glitter and frills. I did not think of myself as a boy, however some thing that was recognized as female felt uncomfortable to me. I adopted the label of "tomboy," which intended a lady who wore boy clothes and played with boys’ toys. To me, this kept away from conflict. Tomboys are long-established, proper? They’re even considered a stage – as though we’ll grow out of it. My father and mother under no circumstances fought my insistence on avoiding clothes. They allowed me to select what I wore when you consider that they believed it had no concerning who I was once.I began sporting shirts and bow ties to any slightly formal occasion. This is a image of me at six sporting a bow tie I produced from paper when you consider that Dad was wearing his material one. As for my expertise in bathrooms, i attempted to avert the predicament by waiting until men and women left earlier than I went in on account that otherwise, i might consider trapped. Until concerning the age of 9, when any individual mistook me for a boy, i would reply comfortably that i’m a woman.But finally, it stopped feeling proper; as an alternative of gaining self assurance the extra it happened, I lost it. "woman" did not suppose correct, however "boy" did not believe right either. So, what did i need? I am now not definite I particularly knew at the time. My buddies started getting more and more into sporting activities, but I was in no way sporty, I was once a bookworm. If I have been a boy, individuals would most often have stated I was a touchy one. They do not have a tendency to use that time period as much for women, given that it’s what’s anticipated. So I began placing out with a gaggle of women. This did not really alter my type, more my perspective to the word "tomboy," which I grew to dislike.I started to realise I could nonetheless be a girl and put on mostly male matters. In my intellect, I was nonetheless a girl for the reason that I didn’t suppose like a boy. At the age of eight, I traveled with my parents and the cast of our movie, "fifty two Tuesdays," to the Berlin international movie pageant. "fifty two Tuesdays" was once partly a few mom transitioning from female to male. I photograph a few of you are thinking, "Oh, no! Audrey simply bought this gender confusion from her moms and dads movie making." however this gender questioning happened before they started considering the fact that it, and they say I’ve taught them as much about this as they’ve taught me. Anyway, in Berlin, I met Bart. Bart wore drapy black substances, excessive heeled boots, nail polish, and eyeliner, but he wasn’t dressed as a girl. This demonstrated to me that I could be flamboyant and androgynous with my style, that my love of bow ties didn’t need to exclude something probably female. That year, when the movie gained the Crystal undergo youth Jury Award, I took to the read carpet in eyeliner and nail polish. This is a photo of me that night time. Observe the bow tie.I started to suppose of gender as anything more dynamic. Gender used to be now not your genitals or even what you wore or acted like, and possibly it wasn’t constant. I will take a 2d to pose a query to you. Why does it subject to you whether i am a boy or a woman? And in the event you suppose it would not, i’ll really ask you to stop and consider. Have you ever ever come across any person whose gender you simply cannot position? Have you ever desired to know, although you do not care both approach, have you ever desired to understand what they’re? For these of you who say, "No, i’m totally cozy not knowing, i don’t use ‘he’ or ‘she’ when speakme about them, I simply treat them as a human without any gender identifiers." well, that’s impressive. It can be difficult to do. Simply try to speak about any one for a minute with out making use of gender terms. It is rather complex. That is Audrey. Audrey is a … … Young person who doesn’t establish as any gender.Audrey writes reports they usually love writing. Audrey loves writing – now not the experiences love writing. Oops. It can be rough for everybody. We wish to understand considering of our language and, also, in my experience, it can be for the reason that we treat guys and boys otherwise to women and ladies. And we wish to know methods to treat them. Routinely i am pleased that men and women mistake me for a boy considering that I get to have actual conversations with humans.They inquire from me about my future, and we speak about about what I want to do. More commonly, once they find out i’m no longer a boy, they do not know tips on how to treat me. My friends, who exhibit extra outward signs of being ladies, traditionally get referred to as matters like "sweetheart," or "darling," or "love." folks comment on how pretty they’re. Recently, when I traveled overseas, i noticed a pattern of gender neutral or all-gender public lavatories, which makes me consider so relieved. Having that choice makes me love going to the lavatory in public, and i love i do not ought to tell any individual what genitalia I own.Here’s a picture of me in my sparkle pants, as I call them. They really added flare to my type, they usually also particularly confuse some humans about whether i am a boy, and even, almost certainly, make them uncomfortable when you consider that I seem like an awfully flamboyant, or even girly, boy. Though i do not feel this is invariably easy, i’m so completely satisfied with the choices I made once I used to be younger to wear what made me think good and that I felt expressed me considering the fact that I suppose i would be a a lot unhappier kid or else. I nonetheless get referred to as a boy in public instances, however, in phrases of bathrooms, i attempt to go to the all-gender or unisex ones, or, if I are not able to, i’m going to the disabled bathrooms. Even though I do still use the girls’ bogs in tuition and repeatedly in public. Utilising the women’ bogs, I certainly not suppose excellent, and that i still generally tend to go with someone else. Although i’m no longer labeled as a special gender after I go to the disabled bathrooms, i do not feel best still, considering that it simply jogs my memory that there are more commonly no toilets for humans like me, who don’t establish inside the gender binary, and that toilets are simply a different means we categorize folks.My kind has advanced significantly for the reason that the big name Wars t-shirts and skirts of my early childhood, and that i consider it has rather a lot to assert about how I now recognize and bear in mind gender. I’ve realized that, for me, gender is a spectrum. What my gender expression and identification is, is absolutely about me and no longer about how other individuals perceive me. I do not know how we take care of that in a global so determined to define by gender. I’m going to leave you with that identical question. Why does it topic to you whether i’m a boy or a woman? Or that i am in the improper toilet? Does it relatively matter to you which rest room i exploit? When you consider that it does subject to me. Would it harm you to not recognize someone’s gender? Considering that despite how uncomfortable it could make you suppose, you assuming my gender makes me think uncomfortable day-to-day. All i’m asking is for you to simply sit down with that little little bit of uncomfortable to make any individual else consider better. Due to the fact that it does topic to me.It matters to me when I stroll with my pals and also you say, "hi there, ladies!" but I don’t need you to make amends, i do not hold my grudges, but everytime you say that it smudges my completely happy ideas into undefinable phrases. It concerns to me when you say i’m a handsome lad in view that while you may be complimenting, it makes me question my inner imaginative and prescient of myself. So, strangers, sit down uncomfortably while I inform you how my gender tiers from daily, commonly neutral, oftentimes fluid, usually gentle, sometimes fierce.It doesn’t make me a boy, however it does not imply that i am realigning, and i don’t need to be redefining what it manner to be a girl. Due to the fact that i am no longer a lady. So it does topic to me. (Applause) .

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