#i wanna look girly i wanna look masculine

[holyheart]

HATE HATE HATE!!!!!!!!!!

[pinemartenstudios]

Dracudate

Link of the short I'm recommending in the hashtags :0

pls. mlm werewolves when. we r dying over here

I am a lesbian 🫶 this is why I draw so many lesbian werewolves. I’m not a corporation you can’t demand representation from me like that!

BUT ofc I’m going to draw mlm werewolves at some point. Just remember, I’m doing this for free and bc I love werewolves not bc I’m catering to a specific audience lol. There are also soooo many mlm anthro/furry artists out there already holy shit I promise. I may not fill that niche and that’s okay!!

[bellflower-goat]

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[lovlidollie]

i would lovelovelove to hear more about crybaby!reader n rafe’s relationship. like how does he calm her down? music? kisses? food?

as for dollie, does he indulge in her girly lil actions sometimes? letting her put makeup on him/letting her put glitter on him, letting her paint his nails, baking w her?

love this so much nonnie, pls let me know if you meant something else !!! cw; ddlg themes for crybaby!reader ^_^

for crybaby, i think the easiest way to calm her down is through words + physical touch. rafe’s aim is to try and get her into subspace mainly so that she doesn’t have to deal with big girl feelings for a while. he knows her tells; she shrinks into herself, her eyes glaze over and aimlessly float around the place. she can’t stop her fingers from gravitating towards her puffy lips, imperceptible whines leaving her when she realises they’re not rafe’s.

he keeps his touch gentle, hands soft against her waist and jaw, and he makes sure to keep eye contact. “does m’girl wanna come out, hm? dad’s lil’ girl? y’know he’ll take care of you. doin’ sooo well f’him aren’t y’baby, yeahhh that’s right! attagirl, there she is.” if the situation allows it, he’s pulling her into his lap, hands under her armpits to pick her up just like a baby. he’d place kisses along her hairline, rubbing her back ever so carefully, like she’s this close to breaking. when her chin start to tremble and her eyes water, rafe coos out, “need ‘em? need daddy’s fingers? gotta tell him, baby, how’s he s’posed t’know otherwise, huh?” she’s nodding furiously, tears sloping down her heated cheeks. she’s trying to be good and patient, trying to wait for her dad to give her what she needs. “open up,” he soothes, thick thumb trailing itself over the flesh of her bottom lip, into the warmth of her mouth. she sinks into his lap, eyes rolling back and tongue wrapping around him immediately. crybaby whimpers, drool sliding down his hand like water. she doesn’t even notice how she’s humping his leg, rubbing so deliciously against rafe’s cock. “shhh— shh ‘s’okay, sweetheart, y’doin’ soooo good. dad’s got’ya.”

— putting her in timeout also works suspiciously well … but that’s smth for another day …

with dollie, i think he scowls n scoffs every time she brings up doing his makeup; he’s got a very toxic sense of masculinity (learned behaviour from ward me thinks). he’s absolutely sick of finding glitter in every single part of the house and he tries to calmly tell her to maybe “tone it down.” her crestfallen face and disappointed pout were enough for him to take back his words though, so now he just deals with top or kelce pointing out the random sparkles on his shirts. i don’t think he’d let her paint his nails outside of just like a manicure and clear top coat, BUT he will paint hers. mainly because wheezie made him do it a lot when she was growing up, so now he’s got abnormally good skills. he’d definitely be the type to seek out the little initial that dollie gets on her ring finger, and if it’s not there he’s forcing her to take a seat so he can put it there himself. another thing he does, is if he sees something that even remotely looks like a makeup product she’d be into, he’s purchasing it immediately. for example, a glittery eyeshadow palette with only shades of pink? the store’s lucky he didn’t buy them out completely.

he does bake with her !! they have little baking dates in their pajamas where they decide on what they wanna make, and then rafe does all the measuring whilst dollie does the mixing. they have some music playing in the background, sometimes a nostalgic movie, and dollie just rambles about her day n what she got up to :3 it’s just so soft and domesticated and UGH. other times dollie doesn’t let him do anything, especially if he’s just come back from work. she makes rafe sit at the island and watch as she twirls around the kitchen creating something from nothing, just for him.

— if she’s been begging for months on end about doing his makeup, rafe would maybe, maybe indulge her on her birthday. just on the one demand that no glitter is involved whatsoever.

[gr4c3fu-1]

You think youre strong..? | Choi Seung-hyun (t.o.p) x fem!reader

#—;; summary: you and your boyfriends group messing around before a show! (Req from Anon.)

#—;; word count: 1k

#—;; warnings: none this is ALL fluff.

#—;; a/n: this might me horrible i havent written a fic in literally years. (ive also got someone from school who follows me. If u see this lily hhhiiii………… you see nothing.)

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The boys were about to perform, You being apart of their crew was ironic, because you fell in love with one of your clients when you obviously werent suppose to..

Nobody knew of course other than the insiders, but it was still a risk to be in public together.

Sitting in the green room, leaning against your boyfriend Choi Seung Hyun as everyone scrolled on their phones mindlessly made you upset.

You huffed and slammed your phone down onto the couch cushion next to you, making a loud thump! catching everyones attention.

“Guysss we need to socialize! Youre all acting like a bunch of screen-agers.” You groaned, shooting up out of your seat quickly and snatching their phones out of their hands while still stunned.

Multiple groans and “aw come on!”’s errupted from the 4 boys.

“Now. Lets play some games! We have HOURS until you have to go on, so lets do something.” You said sitting back down between your boyfriend and Ji-Yong who was sat on the other side of the couch.

“Like what. What could we possibly do?” Ji-yong stated unenthusiasticly.

“Welll… we could play never have i ever!” You suggested excitedly but all the guys quickly dejected, claiming it was a “girly game.”

You thought long and hard for a game they would actually enjoy playing, and wasn’t too “feminine” or “childlike.”

“..how about arm wrestling? Thats more ‘masculine’ isnt it?” You suggested looking at the boys who immediately stumbled to their feet eagerly.

“Okay who wants to go first, i can ref!” You stated smiling. The men eager to actually do something fun threw a blanket of happiness over you.

Seung Hyun immediately raised his hand, aswell as Taeyung.

They sat at the opposite sides of the short table, settling themselves.

You placed your hand ontop of their interlinked hands, watching as the boys glared at eachother.

If looks could kill, they would both be sliced to shreds.

“3…2…1!” You released their hands, Daesung and Ji-Yong cheering for their mates.

“Go!! Cmon Seung hyun, you havent been working out for nothing have you?!” Ji-yong exclaimed, clapping his hands in a hype manner beside him.

And lord, he wasnt wrong.. that gorgeous mans arms were no joke, when he wore short sleeves (which was very rare) it was your favorite thing to just cling onto them.

“Youre really gonna let him win against you? Think about it. Youve arm wrestled countless men stronger than him and won!!” Daesung yelled loudly, slamming his fists on the table next to where their arms rested.

You could see the two boys faces, as they strained to win.

Taeyungs hand started slowwwllyy bringing Seung Hyuns hand lower and lower, signifying his (amost) win.

The relief on Taeyungs face was evident, until Seung Hyuns hand swung quickly and Taeyungs knuckles hit the table.

He yelled loudly at his loss, standing up quickly out of anger.

Seung hyun stood up aswell, giggling tauntingly

“Ha ha haaa!! You thought i was gonna let you win?!” He strutted around, pointing at his opponent.

“Yeah yeah whatever blegghhh” Taeyung muttered, sticking his tongue out at him.

Your boyfriend just kept going on and onnnn at his mate, which you couldnt help but feel a litttle bit bad for.

“I wanna arm wrestle too, Seung Hyun.” You exclaimed, smiling.

He raised an eyebrow at you. “Oh yeah? Just so you can whine when i win in 0.52 seconds in?” He chuckled

“Im gonna win. You’ll see!! Ive been working out actually.” You mentioned, flexing your arms dramatically.

“Yeah whatever, get over here.”

You sat across from him, getting settled while ji-yong was now the ref.

“3, 2, 1, go!” He said, releasing you both.

You stared into his eyes, with every sign of struggle on your face (which wasn’t exactly all true).

He chuckled, while toying with you, easily pushing your hand up and down.

“Ow ow ow—!!” You yelped, gripping your arm while still pushing.

“What? Whats wrong??” Your boyfriend said in a panick, immediately ceasing his pushing.

Your whole demeanor shifted, from a scared and hurt face to smirking and shoving his hand down.

You stood up quickly whooping in victory. “WOOOO. i TOLD you id win!!! Hows your ego now?” You said cheerily

He looked at you in disbelief, his jaw practically to the floor as you jumped around, the boys all giving you high fives.

“I cant.. believe you.” He muttered, with genuine shock on his face.. almost dissapointment.

You noticed he hadnt gotten up or moved, causing you to panick.

Did he take it THAT serious?

You stood next to him “wait im sorr-“ but you couldnt get out what you wanted to say before he picked you up and threw you on the couch, a huge smile on his face

“I cant believe you’d pull the OLDEST trick in the books on me!” He hollered.

“OHHHH HE GOT YOU!!” Taeyung yelped, pointing at the two on the couch practically wrestling.

You tried to shove him off, giggling ecstatically as he tickled you relentlessly.

He gripped your wrists, holding them in place, this intense moment of keeping his deep brown eyes locked onto your own.

“You think youre the strong one, huh? What about now?” He teased, his grip holding tighter onto you.

You couldnt help but giggle nervously, as you stared into your boyfriends eyes.

“Okayyy..! Okay you can take the win.. i cheated..” you muttered, a bright blush on your flustered face.

Even though he was your boyfriend, you couldnt help but feel like you were a kid with a crush on him still.

He gazed into your eyes, debating on messing with you more but deciding against it, (you were screwed after their performance though, and you knew it.) loosening his grip on your wrists, as you leaned up and gave him a peck on the lips, before rolling out from under him.

He scoffed as he stood up, shaking his head as Ji-Yong wiggled his eyebrows at the both of you while the rest jokingly yelled out in high-pitched voices.

“Ewwww!!” “Oh my gawsh theyre kissingggg!”

“You guys are like our parents.. arguing all the time, and when you kiss we all cringe and laugh!” He exclaimed teasingly

[mangoshorthand]

A Hargreeves Christmas Carol | Five Hargreeves/ F Reader | Ch3

SUMMARY: Luther is the sort of idiot who goes around with a 'Merry Christmas' and a goofy smile on his lips. In your opinion, he should be roasted with his own turkey and buried with a stake of holly through his heart. Who better to teach you the error of your ways than Luther's brother, the man who holds the power of Christmases Past, Present, and Yet to Come in the palm of his hand? Info/Announcement Post << Read Chapter Two

Chapter Three (Rated T, 4.2k words)

The Second of the Three Spirits

“What’s up sweetie? You got a look on your face like a wet weekend.”

“It’s nothing, Grandma.”

She looked down at you in that sharp, purposeful way of hers, the rhinestone necklace she always wore catching the light 

You were sitting at the corner booth, homework spread out across the table so she could keep an eye on you as she worked.

“Hey Maggie,” came a voice from the bar, “can I get a beer over here?”

“Hold on, Earl.” she shot back over her shoulder, bleach-blonde perm flicking from one shoulder to the other, “You could stand to wait for a beer now and again, seeing how often you buy ‘em.”

Earl grumbled something or other, but knew better than to push her buttons.

Decisively, she pulled out a chair across the table from you and sat down upon it.

“Spit it out, girlie. Time’s money, and we don’t wanna keep old Earl waiting.”

You looked up from your algebra and sighed.

“Mom was supposed to call today.”

“I see,” she said, a shadow passing over her face, “And she stood you up again, huh?”

You nodded. 

She considered you for a second, and then called back over her shoulder.

“Hey, Earl?”

“Uh-huh?”

“How about a margarita on the house?”

“Yeah,” he said, surprised. 

She turned back to you, eyes agleam and full of fun.  

“I’m gonna teach you how to make one,” she said.

You looked at her questioningly. 

“That’s right,” she said, “One day, all this is all gonna be yours, y’know, and I’m not getting any younger.” 

She called back over her shoulder at Earl.

“Do I look like I’m getting any younger, Earl?”

“Yes ma’am, every day,” he said, dutifully, and she rolled her eyes at you before she continued. 

“I’ll be damned if I leave this place to someone who can’t shake a decent marg.”

She held out a hand, twinkling at you, and you took it, grinning. 

“Come on, darling,” she said, leading you to the bar with a fond squeeze of your hand, “I’m gonna teach you to make the best margarita in the state.”

If Christmas was your busiest time of year, then March was probably the slowest, and it was on one such Friday night that Five first came to your bar alone. Before that night, he’d only visited with Luther and his wife, Sloane. Each time, you covertly shot appreciative glances at one another across the room, looking away hastily if ever you happened to look at the same time. 

When he ordered drinks, he’d usually hang around a little - taking a break from Luther and Sloane, he said - and the conversation always flowed well between you whenever you could catch a couple of minutes to exchange a word. He was quick, sardonic, and his cynicism appealed to your own.

Both brothers were handsome, but Five was handsome in a unique way. In his suits he was effortlessly sophisticated, the way he held himself commanding and authoritative; his face equally delicate and masculine. His presence never failed to stand head and shoulders above that of anyone else in the room, the subtle scent of cologne that followed him just serving to underline his quiet magnetism. 

So, on the quiet night he entered alone, your heart didn’t quite skip a beat, but it maybe stuttered.

“Evening,” he said, eyeing the almost empty bar. 

“What can I get you?” you asked, as he sat on a stool at the end of the bar. 

Though neither of you knew it, it would be the stool at which Luther sat around nine months later, extolling the virtues of Christmas. 

“I’ll have a margarita, if you please.”

He flashed you his lopsided smile, and you looked away quickly. He might be cute, but you weren’t going to put yourself in danger of dropping your panties for him. Men spelled nothing but trouble and distraction.

You took up one of the many shakers stacked against the wall and readied the tequila. 

“Oh,” Five said, waving a hand, “I’ll have it blended, not shaken.”

“No you won’t,” you replied, shortly, measuring first the Patrón and then Cointreau into the shaker. 

“So you’re particular about your margaritas?” Five said, removing his blazer and placing it carefully on the stool beside him, an eyebrow raised.

“No point in drinking it if you don’t make it properly.”

“Fair enough.”

Methodically, he unbuttoned his collar and each of his shirt cuffs, rolling the sleeves to his elbows, all the time watching you as added the lime juice and agave, pouring them in a confident stream through their bottle pours.  

“You’re good at this,” he said, impressed, as you added a scoopful of ice. 

“I should be,” you remarked, “I could make a margarita before I could drive a car.”

“Misspent youth?” he asked, leaning forward and resting his forearms on the bar. 

Again, that maddening smile, intelligent eyes flashing with character. 

“A bartender for a grandmother,” you corrected him, unable to help smiling yourself as you scooped ice into the shaker. 

“Yeah?” he asked, “You followed in her footsteps?”

“Mmhm. This used to be her place, and she left it to me. It’s called Maggie’s after her.”

“So your youth was spent learning the ropes, huh?”

“Yup.”

 As you started to shake the cocktail, you couldn’t help noticing him trying very hard to keep his eyes on your face and not on your chest, shaking along with the margarita in the tank top you were wearing. The observation amused you, and you smirked, making Five chuckle involuntarily, and look down at his own fingers. 

Your eyes followed his, to where one of his thumbs was rubbing slightly uncomfortably against a long forefinger. You had a weakness for hands and forearms, and Five’s were no doubt as appealing to you as your chest was to him. Veins, bone, and sinew formed sculptural lines on porcelain skin, adorned here and there by freckles and scarring.

When you were done shaking, Five apparently trusted himself to look up at you again, and you pulled your eyes off his arms long enough to pour salt onto a plate.

“No salt, thanks.”

“You’re trying the salt,” you said, in a tone that would tolerate no argument, “I’ll give you a half rim so you can drink from the other side if you don’t like it, but my margaritas have salt rims.”

“You’re the boss,” he said, hands held up in a gesture of surrender. 

You looked up at him and allowed yourself to indulge just a little longer in this banter.

“You’re a quick learner.”

“I know my place,” Five said, with a cocky raise of his eyebrows. 

He was fun to flirt with, that was hard to deny.  

“Keep up that attitude and you’ll be my favorite customer in no time.”

“I think I’d like that,” he said, voice laced with a hint of husky enthusiasm. Then, to smooth over what he seemed to consider a faux pas, he made a self-deprecating gesture: “It would be a first. I find people are usually happier to see me leave than arrive.”

You couldn’t resist the opening this gave you:

“Perhaps they just enjoy watching you go.”

Five’s demeanor cracked, and he gave a rare genuine smile that showed his teeth. 

 When the drink was poured, you pushed it to him and held out your hand for the money.

“Best margarita in the state.” 

He paid up, and as he reached out for the glass, you said:

“Try it with the salt first and tell me what you think.”

“Okay,” he said, though sounding skeptical. 

Eyes on yours, he touched his lower lip to the salted side of the glass, and took a sip.

“Oh shit,” he said. 

“Good?”

He nodded, looked at the glass and let out a small groan of pleasure.

“I’ll never drink a margarita without salt again.”

“And don’t have it blended,” you said, wagging a finger at him, “frozen margaritas are for bachelorette parties.”

He gave an ironic salute.

“Only shaken classic from now on unless I’m at a bachelorette party.”

The cute little salute suddenly made you feel the necessity of bowing out of this conversation. You were already finding him too charming, and you darted out from behind the bar to collect a few abandoned glasses from tables, wiping them down as you went and leaving Five to enjoy his drink.

You couldn’t avoid him forever, though, and when you retook your position behind the bar, you found yourself gravitating towards him like a moth to a flame.

You were only human, after all. 

The next couple of hours passed in chat, you trying desperately to keep a lid on the flirtation, but finding it increasingly hard as his third margarita loosened his lips. He was witty, a sharp observer, and he told tales so tall that only Luther’s confirmation later let you believe them.

“And so,” he said, “I’m in a suspended quantum state, right? Except I got the calculations wrong when I was proving the upper bound for the number of limit cycles for planar polynomial vector fields of fixed degree. Dumb. So I go through the portal and boom. I’m thirteen again.”

You raised your eyebrows skeptically. 

“You never notice how I look so much younger than Luther?” he pointed out, “I’m years behind and years in front.”

“I just thought you had really good moisturizer or something.”

“No,” he said, with an uncharacteristic giggle, “I’m an old-ass man.”

“You’re a drunk-ass man.”

“Maybe a little,” he said, sucking a little salt off the tip of his finger. 

There were a couple of salt crystals on his chin, you noticed. 

Without thinking, you took up a napkin, leaned over the bar and wiped them away. Your thumb brushed the corner of his mouth as you did so, and your breath caught softly at the warmth of his skin. 

His eyes never left yours as you touched him. He was looking at you seriously, as if the answers to one of those incomprehensible math problems might be found in your eyes. 

“What time do you finish tonight?” he asked. 

You withdrew your hand quickly and checked your watch, trying to throw off the small moment. 

“I close at half midnight.”

“And afterwards you’re -”

“Going to sleep.” you said. 

And then, to throw a final bucket of cold water on any remaining ambitions:

“Alone.”

“Of course,” he said, getting the message as he swallowed the last dregs of his margarita, “Tiring work, right?”

“Tiring work,” you repeated. 

You stumbled when the briefcase deposited you somewhere new, and Five let go of your sweater immediately.

You were in an ornate entrance hall with marble-tiled flooring and a sweeping, imposing staircase leading onto a gallery. Five threw his coat over the bannister and avoided your eye. 

“We’re back,” he said, “There’s a phone beside the door. Use it to call yourself a cab if you want.”

“What?”

“I’m done,” he said, “come tomorrow or don’t, I don’t give a shit any more.”

“But -?”

Five disappeared with a whoosh and a hint of static electricity.

“- what about nuclear armageddon?” you called, hoping that he might hear you wherever he reappeared. 

There was no answer, and you were left alone to cower alone in the intimidating foyer, the staircase towering above you.

There were quiet voices to your right, where archways leading off from the hall revealed a huge living room with another high gallery above. 

Based on Five’s dumping of his coat, you concluded that this must be another part of the Umbrella Academy, and you suddenly felt even more awkward, standing alone and uninvited in their home on Christmas Eve. 

Thankfully, not even Five’s angry voice seemed to have alerted the occupants of the living room to your presence, so you crept towards the front door, hoping to make a hasty exit. 

“I wish she did come,” came a female voice, “I’d give her a piece of my mind to chew on and let her choke on it. Luther hasn’t been himself since.”

You felt your face heating up, pretty sure you already knew who Sloane was talking about. It was painful, embarrassing to overhear, and it made your stomach squirm with shame. 

“Is she the one who owns Maggie’s?” said another woman’s voice, this one British-sounding.

“Mhm,” Sloane replied, sounding resentful.

“I did hear she’s a bit of a dragon-lady,” came the reply.

Someone made a noise signalling disagreement, but Sloane spoke over the voice:

“She’s a total nightmare Lila,” she seethed, sounding as if her feelings were just finding vent after holding them in for far too long, “Robbie - that’s the bartender - he’s been working there for years, but she micromanages him like crazy. She’s obsessed with profits: hovering over him to make sure he’s not using too many paper towels or whatever.”

You winced at this description of yourself. Micromanaging? Yes, you were conscious of wastage, but this was an exaggeration.

“Come on Sloane,” came a voice even more familiar than hers.

You stopped dead on your careful creep towards the front door and looked around. It was Five, holding a glass of wine and swinging his legs up onto a coffee table as he spoke.

“She’s just trying to keep the business going.” he continued, “It can’t be easy for an independent bar these days.”

“Of course you’d defend her.” Sloane replied, testily. 

It started to dawn on you what you were seeing.  

“Hey?” you said, loudly, walking into the room and towards Five, “Hey, Five?”

None of them acknowledged you and, when you advanced further, none of them looked up either.

“Hey?” you said again, reaching out a hand to a thin, curly-haired man wearing leather pants and a spectacular sequined blouse. 

When you went to tap his shoulder, your hand went straight through it, confirming your suspicions beyond a doubt. You backed up into the entrance hall, just as Luther emerged from a nearby door and went to join the others in the living room. 

“Five?” you yelled, trying to throw your voice to wherever he might be in this sprawling house, “You set the briefcase wrong! We’re still in a…” you cast your mind around for the description he used, “- read only visit!”

You waited a couple of seconds but found no answer forthcoming. 

“Five!”  you called again, “I think it’s Christmas day! We’re a day late!” 

You stood at the foot of the stairs for a few moments and, when it became clear that Five either couldn’t hear or didn’t care about your repeated calls, you placed one foot on the stairs with half a mind to search for him, but more faint talk from the living room made you hesitate. 

“You okay big man?” came the playful tone of the man in sequins. 

“Of course I am,” Luther replied. 

It didn’t sound like him. His voice was usually friendly and enthusiastic, but he sounded subdued. 

Having already met the fate of the eavesdropper in overhearing unpleasant things about yourself, you figured that you didn’t have much to lose by exercising your curiosity further, so you moved back to one of the archways to watch the scene within. 

The living room matched the entrance hall in length, though was somewhat narrower. The family were sitting in the centre of the room, immediately before a merrily crackling fire in the middle of the long wall. Above this was a portrait of a Five who looked closer in age to the one you’d just seen than the one in the room - although it was hard to tell given that it was adorned with a false mustache and a Santa hat. 

Luther and Five were sitting in armchairs which had the air of having been purposely dragged nearer the couches from their place by a second mantle at the head of the room. That space was instead devoted to a twelve foot christmas tree, decorated with twinkling lights and a mess of decorations. 

There were eight people in total, the other six spread across the two couches. On one was Sloane, the sequin clad man, and an unknown woman, at whose feet sat another short, brunette man, legs stretched out in front of him on the carpet; on the other couch was the British woman and a man who was clearly her partner, sitting with his arm around her. 

The Five in the armchair was wearing what looked like the same suit pants, shirt and tie in which he’d appeared at your apartment, but with a nice knit sweater over it. It looked like good quality wool, and it reeked of a freshly opened Christmas gift. While he looked relaxed, he was also giving off vibes of one merely tolerating this situation. 

Luther, on the other hand, was looking forlornly over at the Christmas tree. This did not go unnoticed by his wife, who watched him with concern. 

“Let’s play a game!” she said, brightly, the tone clearly targeted to combat her husband’s low mood. 

Five gave a small roll of his eyes as the others made general noises of assent.

“Charades!” the Lila said, immediately.

“Charades?” grumbled her partner.

“Shut up, Diego,” she scolded, slapping him on the arm.

So this was Diego. His face rang a faint bell as the child whose brother had kicked him.

“Yeah, shut up Diego,” said the man in sequins playfully, “charades is a classic.”

Perhaps it was the way he imitated Lila, but this made you recognize him too: this was Klaus, the one who kicked Diego while they watched Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer.

“I like charades,” Luther said, childlike eagerness back in his voice, “let’s do teams!”

“Great!” Sloane said, looking relieved that her plan seemed to have been met with a good level of enthusiasm, “Four a side? One team comes up with the prompt and then one member of the other team has to act it out to the other three?”

“Sounds good,” Klaus said, positively bouncing at the prospect of what, to you, seemed a pretty horrible idea, “but split up the couples. None of that lovers’ telepathy.”

“Yeah, said Luther, looking over at the final couple, “Viktor, how about you go with Sloane, Deigo, and Five. And Annabelle, do you wanna go with me, Lila and Klaus?”

Viktor looked searchingly up at Annabelle, checking her comfort level, but found her looking more than happy to oblige.

“No,” said Five, “I’m not playing.”

“You’ve gotta play,” Diego said, or you’ll mess up the teams.

“I thought you hated charades? If you sit out too it can be three on three.”

“I don’t hate charades,” Diego said, “And I think our team has a pretty good shot of winning this thing.”

“Whatever,” Lila snorted, “we’re gonna wipe the floor with you.”

“Come on, Five,” wheedled Klaus. “It won’t take long.”

“I don’t care,” Five said, deliberately, “I will not be playing.”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t feel like playing the world’s worst game and making an idiot out of myself.”

“It’s Christmas,” Luther said, “you gotta make an idiot out of yourself. Come on man, the teams!”

Five betrayed a flicker of irritation.

“I don’t give a shit if it’s Christmas, Diwali, or Yom Kippur, I would rather stick my balls in a blender.”

“Don’t tempt me,” mumbled Diego.

“Come on Five,” Luther replied, that forlorn look coming back to his face, “let me get you a nice scotch. This is supposed to be what Christmas is all about: sharing time with family doing silly stuff.”

Five looked back at him scornfully. 

“Then Christmas is shit.”

“Five,” Viktor said, giving him a pointed look that seemed to signal Annabelle, “can we try to get along please?”

“I’m not the one making it hard to get along,” Five said, with a false smile which did little to hide the fact he was speaking through gritted teeth, “It’s Luther here trying to turn everyone into Kris fucking Kringle who’s causing the problem.”

“Here we go again,” said Sloane, apparently reaching the end of her tether, “we get it, you want to get in her pants. It doesn’t mean you have to defend her honor.”

“Fuck you,” Five retorted.

Lila began to snigger, Klaus giggled, and Viktor shot a pained, apologetic look to Annabelle.

“Apologize,” Luther said to Five, angrily, springing to his feet. 

Five just scoffed and shook his head. 

“Apologize to Sloane!”  Luther repeated, lunging towards Five and grabbing the front of his sweater with one hand.

Five vanished from Luther’s grip and appeared a short distance away, his hands determinedly in his pockets and chin jutted defiantly towards his brother.

“Guys, stop it!” Viktor cried, angry and upset.

“Ooh, it’s kicking off!” said Lila, catching the eye of Viktor’s horrified girlfriend and giving her a wink.

“I’m sick of this, Five!” Luther shouted, “Why do you gotta push everyone away? Can’t you just share this with us!? I’ve been up since five am cooking to try and make a nice day for everyone, and you can’t play one game of charades? Christmas is about everyone pitching in to make everyone else’s day a-”

But Five interrupted him in a sharp, incredulous tone:

“Oh, spare me the heartwarming speech! You’re never going to get the whole world to follow your Christmas regime! Based on what you told me, I thought you would have learned that at Maggie’s yesterday!”

At this, Luther looked a lot like the little boy who, so long ago, lashed out against Five after getting hit in the eye: hurt driving his turmoil. 

“I invited her mostly for you!”  Luther stormed, “I was trying to give you an opportunity to see each other outside of that bar! I’ve seen the way you look at her, how you spend fifteen minutes at a time ordering drinks, how long you spend doing your hair before we go! You’re so in love with her, it’s pathetic to watch!”

You blinked, taken aback. Mouth agape, your head swivelled to Five as if you were watching a tennis match.

He was bright red, mouth twitching, and clearly boiling with rage.

“I never asked you to stick your nose into my love life!” he yelled.

It wasn’t a denial, and it felt like your stomach dropped from your body in realizing it. You didn’t have time to reel, however, because now Sloane was on her feet too, almost as angry as Five himself was. 

“You have to actually HAVE a love life before you can get pissed off about him sticking his nose in it,” she snapped, as she crossed the room to Luther’s side. “And, for what it’s worth, you and she are well matched. You’re both rude, selfish and shitty to the people around you!” 

“I knew we shouldn’t have come!” Viktor yelled, leaping to his feet and holding out a hand to Annabelle, abruptly enraged, “you guys are a fucking MESS!”

As his voice reached its angriest pitch, an almost invisible wave shot upwards and outwards through the air with Viktor at its epicenter. It hit the plaster of the ceiling with a deafening crack, making everyone flinch and look up in fear.

When, after a second or two, it became clear the ceiling wasn’t about to fall in. Viktor spoke again. 

“Let’s go Annabelle.”

Wordlessly, she took his hand and let herself be marched towards the door.

At that moment, two things happened:

Five blinked into wild-eyed existence beside the version of him in the sweater, briefcase swinging in his grip, and Klaus broke into sarcastic song:

“It’s the most wonderful time of the year!”

The newly appeared Five took one look around the room, confirming to himself that his worst surmises were true, and then looked at you, jaw clenched and eyes wide. 

“I didn’t - I thought the briefcase was set to take us back. I was angry, I used the wrong settings! I didn’t mean you to see this!”

The bustle continued behind him as you stood there, burning with consternation at everything you’d just seen and heard.

Luther and Sloane followed Viktor and Annabelle out of the door, ignoring Diego’s calls for them to stay

“Great job, Five.” Diego said, as the front door slammed shut again and Klaus warbled:

“It’s the ha-happiest season of aaall!”

The sweater-clad Five dematerialized, presumably to go sulk in his room. 

“Just ignore them,” your Five said, putting himself in between you and the scene as if he might somehow take back what you’d heard by blocking it from your view, “they don’t know what they’re talking about, Luther and Sloane were just fucking with me, I don’t…”

But the words seemed to fail him and, with the line between his brows so deep you could probably stick a penny in there, he looked down at the briefcase and started to move the dials. 

When you finally spoke, you didn’t say any of the things he expected you to say:

“When did you find out about nuclear armageddon?”

There was a flinty tone to your voice, and Five didn’t like it. 

“I don’t know what you mean,” he said, carefully.

“How did you find out about it?”

“That’s not important, he said, messing with the controls, “and I need silence to make sure I do this correctly.”

“Take me to the future,” you demanded.

“No,” he said, shortly, “you’re going home.”

“Take me to the future!” you shrieked, a slightly crazed tone in your voice, “show me this fucking apocalypse!”

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The Second of the Three Spirits or Scrooge's Third Visitor (left) and Ignorance and Want (right) Both by John Leech, 1843 in Dickens's A Christmas Carol, first edition (1843).

Dickens' A Christmas Carol full text available here.

Read it! It's a much better than this, and you can see how many lines I stole verbatim or clumsily referenced.

Dividers used in this series by @bernardsbendystraws (garland) and @strangergraphics (lights)

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Request info + rules

I take Five requests, I'm fairly versatile in what I write (fluff, smut, angst, psychological character study- I'll try it all) but I will consider them on a case by case basis. See request info + rules for request status and more.

[punkeropercyjackson]

Afrolatino Percy Jackson thoughts dump i wanna put on blue baja blast

His name would NOT be Perseus.It dosen't roll off the tongue in spanish at all so Sally would name him Perseo

His middle name would also be Isadore,which is both of greek origin and a name an african american mom would absolutely name her son

Lightskin Percy is one ugly ass motherfucker and book innacurate.He looks exactly like Poseidon so poc Percy can't be mixed(but he would multietchnic by default,as he is canonically).Poseidon is afrogreek,Sally is afro-dominicana and they're both darkskin with strong features

If you make Percy black but not punk you're being weird and ignorant.Punk Percy is canon and black people created punk culture-starting in New Yorker at the same time it did England!!!-so there's no reason your Percy shouldn't not only be punk but AFROpunk.Grunge/Skater boy Percy isn't canon anyway and was popularized by white people projection so it has no say in afrolatino Percy

He had crushes on Starfire/Teen Titans 2003 Koriand'r and 1997/Brandy's Cinderella and they shaped his taste in women.He's black4black and yes,this includes when it comes to men.Jason was giving black biracial natural blonde in the books and Percy never had crushes on Luke or any male gods and Beckendorf was basically his older brother so he didn't have a crush on him either.Not every queer man liked older men as a kid but especially not Percy,whomst canonically hates older men for being older men.Too many of you are so flipadipping stupid💔

'Black boys glow blue in the moonlight' from Moonlight is extremely Percy-coded and he cried so hard he almost threw up watching I Saw The Tv Glow for the first time

His personality,experiences,treatment and perception(in-universe)are very representative of black autistics,especially but not limited to amab ones

^Stating amab because Percy reads as an afrolatino with a complex relathionship to gender that's healed with rejection of white masculinity and embracing black femininity culminating in identifying as transfem and bigender(he/they/she/neos)

Thalia,Rachel and Silena were black-coded too,Thalia as AA and Silena as creole but Rachel as nigerian yoruba with inmigrant parents,and this is why in the latter two cases they connected so well and clashed with Thalia as an intracommunity conflict metaphor.Thalia is platonically the stud to Percy's femme(tomboy/girly girl black sisters),Perachel haters are whole ass weirdos and Charlena was black love

Nico wasn't quite black-coded but he works better as black than white.He's a lot like 'soft sunshine nerdy black boy who's also ultra powerful and a little shit' characters and his name is literally Nico di Angelo,a black ass name as much as Percy Jackson is.Plus we need more black goth kid rep and my jamaican friend said it's a trope that black girls only have white siblings so that only made me headcanon black Nico further.He had an afro and when he's 17(in my Toa fixit/replacement,Tales of Dead Seas),he switches to dreads with a bun in the back

Percy and Hazel are so girldad and adoptive lesbian daughter he found and bonded with during the movie's/game's quest-coded.As has been pointed out by other black Pjo fans,their relathionship reads as black solidarity amongst a group of mostly nonblacks and she's the third to his and Nico's trio,called the Dead Sea Siblings since 1.Nico is the son of Hades,Hazel is the daughter of Pluto and Percy is the son of the sea god and 2.They're mediterranean by virtue of their greek heritage and Nico's italian too.Their bond deserved to be expanded on instead of discarded and so did Hazel as her own character and she's a Tods mc and gets her own solo book titled 'Hazel-Blood'.Sally is Percy's queen and Hazel is Percy's princess

His favorite music genres are rap,metal,bedroom rock and lo-fi beats,the last one influenced by Hazel's obsession with them.He can play guitar and he grew up listening to dominican/latino songs thanks to Sally blasting them around La Residencia Jackson all the time.Teezo Touchdown is his go to for road music

The sea does not like to be restrained so she switches hairstyles throught the series.Baby dreads in Tlt,wicks in Ttc,twists in Tlo,an afro in Son as she didn't remember what styles she liked on herself at the time but muscle memory gives herself dreads in the climax,diy's sea material based beads for them in Moa and grows her hair out so much by the time she's 19 she switches to locs.She decided to give herself a little girl treat by doing her hair the mermaidcore color technique too to celebrate her egg cracking(yellow,aqua,pink and purple were her choices and as per the requirements,the black with a white streak base stays)

Blue flan helps keep her mentally semi-sane and aquarium nails rewired her brain.She also owns a pair of pastel blue shorts with 'are you nasty?' on the ass in rhinestones she got as a ref to the Janet Jackson song

Also her,Tyson,Nico,Hazel and Estelle do the obvious 'Jackson Five' jokes and Sally and Paul join in

He's a hood nigga and can't turn it off and he's been made to feel bad about those things but by the Tods finale(at age 22)he's completely embraced it with pride and mocks suburbinates openly rather than just in his heads out of insecurity.Percy's the kinda guygirl to use 'Babygirl' as a romantic nickname unironically and nonsexually and wear hightop converse and sit on the curb eating street food next to the trucks he bought them from and watch black video game streamers then reference their lines irl

He's a very chalant dreadhead and owns a collection of blue durags and bought Sally a blue bonnet from Aphrodite that gives her perfect hair each night(Mamí's boyyyyyyy)

She gave up skateboarding because of greasy white boy posers but returned to it as symbolism for healing her inner child and transitioning.She was a skater boy,now she's a punk girl with a pretty face.Her board is black with blue cat and oceanic designs and she goes on petty crime sprees,uses her powers for enviormentalism,harasses Poseidon for money for Nico's chronic pain meds and mobility aids and gives Hazel special treatment to heal her from adultification trauma,knows how to diy things that don't even exist,drinks blue ingridients only battery acid and is the go-to for learning about punk culture amongst punks kids in Manhattan and in CHB for Percy's actual punk tactics

They've been sexually harrassed by white girls often enough to find snowbunny jokes deeply unfunny and even get angry at them and tell the people to make them this is why black women won't date them(wether they tell them they're a black woman themself to prove the point or not depends)

Sally's love of and inate connection to the sea is her dominican upbringing she passed down onto Percy coming through

Percy in blue togas and gold accesories,ripped pants and long chunky skirts,his Camp Half-Blood shirt with his battle jacket on top,blue cybersweetie dresses,waist beads,demonias and doc martens,thrifted graphic tops themed after his special interests,blackish blue lipstick and waterpoof glitter eyeshadow and black eyeliner years >>>>>>>>>>>>

She was definitely a gamer kid,she owned tamagotchis and went to arcades as safe spots and on her 12th birthday,Sally gifted her a blue nintendo ds she saved up to buy her.It was her only console for the longest time and she played so many games on it that combined with how much it meant to her she got it for her,she keeps it to this day and is very protective of it.Also,she would go hunting for cartridges of games based on existenting media she already was into as they hit different for her and she picked to play a girl in Pokemon(Percy,you EGG).And Sonic The Hedgehog kid Percy is a no brainer too,seeing......everything about Sonic as a franchise and Sonic as a character,he looks like Percy's fursona lmfao and peachdeluxe has the most accurate and Percycore human!Sonic ever

Please imagine Nico and Percy squishing Hazel into a hug as they both cover her in kisses and she giggles,happy stimming and non-seriously telling them to stop and that they're embarrassing her as if they aren't laying on her bed together.Please also imagine Percy showing up to Nico and Hazel's Special ED school he was supposed to attend when he was 9 but overheard Sally planning it over the phone and melted down so bad over it she never brought it up again,with a big box of homecooked blue stuffed cookies and a bag of ensures,on the day of Hazel's first art showcase as she's the president and founder of the art club there in her dcom episode ahh plot that transpired a month beforehand and her dreadfully learning what dilf means that day too

His hair is so afrotextured it can't be silkpressed,caused by Poseidon's divine status as his dad

She would recreate the Bubbline rock t-shirt and sweater to share between her and her girlfriend and want them to be Princess Bonnibel Bubblegum to her Marceline Abadeer The Vampire Queen(Percy Jackson The Sea Queen?).Matching icons,cosplay skits,singing Monster from Obsidian to them on her guitar,sending Bubbline tiktoks to eachother,attending Adventure Time events official and fanrun and even reading fics together.Encourage her to post the ones she wrote in her egg yearning days and her stitched heart you sowed back together is yours forever

Insert obligatory Percy is a New Yorker so he has beef with Imagine Dragons joke here

He thought cat cafes were gonna be white af and gentrified but went to one for the first time inbetween Botl and Tlo and now she's absolutely in love with them and goes to the one closest to La Residence Jackson twice a week and them,Nico,Hazel and whoevere blue's dating(read:whoever you ship Percy with,including yourself)are the only reason it's still in bussiness tbh

Percy's piercings are a spider bite,an eyebrow piercing,forward helix on both ears and a tongue ring.All done at home by Sally

He has a thing for women with afrobubble hairstyles and men with design fades

He rides for Leo almost as hard as Jason and Piper do and thinks he's based asf.Leo was intimidated by Percy's coolness at first,scared of looking like a loser in front of him,but Percy was so nice to him and openly as silly as him he let his guard down and now they're besties 4 life.Percy likes carrying Leo around and Leo clings to him and started his habit by randomly instigating it for no reason and Percy enjoyed doing it so it sticks.They compare their spanish dialects for fun and Leo gets Percy into game moding stuff while Percy gets Leo into surfing and Leo grows a close friendship to Nico and Hazel caused by Percy and even to Rachel,especially in Tods.They're painter/crafter solidarity and meet in the middle with arts and crafts and Leo is the red takis to Percy's blue takis

She copycats McDonalds recipes to make them but more delicious and also blue(when the boycott comes,she starts doing property damage on McDonalds buildings and Nico and Hazel vandalize them)

They definitely have a sweater that says 'The only blue life that matters' over a toony shark Thalia gave them

She's Spiderpunk in the universe he's a Spiderperson.Hobie Brown is so,SO book!Percy Jackson-coded and i'll give receipts!!

Bonus because my little brother(lesbian)said so and she has dreadlocks:This be Percy

[obsessive-evie]

GF KATE HEADCANONS

go thank @iminlovewithpaigebueckers, i also completely stole the formatting from her. ty twin

gf!kate def overheard you say/like a post that said hey mamas or mama, so she waits until she has you a little cocky to call you mamas just to see what happens it becomes her new addiction, especially lil mamas

gf!kate is a little shit

gf!kate sends you little facebook mom selfies whenever she travels

^^and/or vlogs and recaps when you guys can’t ft

gf!kate will learn your whole skincare routine just in case you need her to do it when you’re drunk

gf!kate appreciates feminine things and girly things: “i like that little sparkle, the white glitter it’s pretty,” while pointing to your inner corner highlight.

“you smell good,” when she catches you in passing or just when you’ve finished getting ready.

will sit on your bed helping you choose outfits… and will also cover her eyes when you get changed, all panicked just in case you don’t wanna be seen. doesn’t matter if you tell her it’s fine (she’s literally seen every inch of your skin) she’s sitting there with her hands over her eyes no peeking (maybe a single peek)

gf!kate will actually respect if you wanna pay or dress more masculine, she gets it. no stereotypes here!!

gf!kate will braid or curl your hair just to show her love and stare at you

^^^ for my textured hair girlies this includes how to do your edges!!! what products she needs to use on you!! how much!!!!

gf!kate is very white. gf kate will not understand certain slang or terms until you explain it to her. gf kate gets excited when she uses said slang correctly

gf!kate would make an attempt to read your favorite book when she’s traveling (i said attempt idk if she’s finish it i don’t know if she’s a reader or not) in my head she is simply bc i read a book a day and i make the rules here

gf!kate will also try your music taste!!

gf!kate loves buying her girl lingerie. she doesn’t give a FUCK abt prices or if you’re nervy. kinda goes with the femininity thing, she’d like to see you in lacey things and pretty colors and such

gf!kate is the biggest hype woman, genuinely thinks you are perfect (BUT IS STILL A WOMAN AND WILL UNDERSTAND HORMONES AND INSECURITIES)

gf!kate is a fan of traditional things: flowers, treating her girl to date nights she plans, she’s always driving, lowkey would ask your parent/parent figure/ important person in your life to marry you, not in a possessive way but in the way that she thinks it’s polite and necessary

gf!kate loves visiting her girls family, and they love her, no matter how crazy they are

gf!kate can fixate on your boobs or thighs or hips and just lay and kiss for forever they’re her fav place to nap, and let’s be real my girls napping a lot

gf!kate likes to hover and stare and just watch you do your thing in your habitat (you call her national geographic for a reason)

NSFW

gf kate lovesssss to give head, she just loves making you feel good and making you squirm, she also loves hearing you get loud, won’t ask you to be loud tho. but she’ll never tell you to not cover your mouth if you try to cover it, she just takes it as you trying to stay comfortable

gf kate will braid your hair before fucking you so she has something to pull 🫣

gf kate tries really hard to stay more controlling when she’s topping but she still gets shy sometimes and is also dying (she’s so turned on she can barely think)

gf kate is kind of afraid to be mean to you, she just feels too bad

gf kate will never proposition sex, she might hint at it or have that look in her eye, but she’d rather sit and be horny than ask you when you don’t want to

gf kate would go so far as to get herself off in the bathroom or shower just so she doesn’t bother you if she knows you’re not in the mood or on your period

gf kate gets worked up fast but tries to take it slower to make her girl feel good

gf kate likes phone calls and guided/mutual masterbation

gf kate takes a whilleeeeee to stop being shy when you top, specifically when you go down on her she’s so nervous and can’t look at you (go check out my fic if you like this one)

gf kate cannot handle it when you kiss her neck, like at all. especially when she’s fucking you if you kiss her neck she’d get all breathy and try to pretend like she doesn’t keep stalling and pausing her thrusts

gf kate also cannot handle it when you bite or kiss her shoulders, arms, and back. like that’s the way to get her to melt

gf kate will eat her girl out to hozier, fuck her girl to hozier, and let her girl fuck her to hozier

gf kate is adorable

[quarterlifekitty]

This might be random, but I love seeing COD have such a fun and girly fandom.

For years, it's been this macho game for macho boys. Like the player base was always gross and toxic and misogynistic. And as a nerdy gamer girl back in my tween/teen years, I was always at the end of that.

So having girls come in and take over and take this ultra serious macho thing and make it fun? Make it silly and goofy and soft? Take these huge macho men and call them our husbands and edit them with bows on to techno beats? It's so healing man.

Okay, so I wanna start by saying this is not a personal attack, I’m not trying to be mean, just something I wanna give a little statement/rant about.

Firstly, I have been in a similar boat much of my life. I have always been a nerd girl and have struggled with the atmosphere created by male fans. Obviously the worst of the worst is in online games. In most games I keep voice chat and text chat off at all times for online play. It’s a toxic environment.

But I think referring to what’s happened to the COD fandom as being a girl thing is reductive. In my little corner of this website, a lot of very prominent writers are not women and/or not gender conforming. In many fandoms I’ve been in during my adult years, trans men in particular have been a huge driving force— especially in writing fanfic.

(I’ve also seen a lot of COD art that looks Tom of Finland as fuck… we cannot appreciate the modern art of the male body without giving some respect to those who laid the foundation! Many of the kinks and subcultures that I and many others associate with COD owe much of their prominence to gay men. Bikers, leather, pup play, piss, and so many more have a rich history in cruising!)

Struggling with toxic masculinity in fan spaces is not something suffered only by girl nerds. Like in most places in society, the issue is intersectional. It’s not just a space where women have been excluded, but where LGBT people, POC, neurodivergent people, and so many more are excluded.

Also, while I do not take issue with how anyone else chooses to engage in the fandom��� I personally try my best to remember that at its core, COD is military propaganda. So even if we were to say “COD is for the girlies” or some such, I would not call that a “win” for women. It’s a very “do you think Margaret thatcher effectively utilized girl power” type of thing.

[dazealigner]

also being a julien girl and being pretty girly i loveeeeeeee the idea of julien w feminine artist!gf ☺️☺️ i think a hc would be super cute talking abt clothes/makeup/hair/body language/music and overall adoration julien and her girly!gf have for each other:)))

where’s my cig i need a gf badly 😔🚬

as a fellow julien and feminine artsy girl, i had waaay too much fun brainstorming for this idea. i will say though that i didn’t really touch on the body language/music part just cause i don’t think being more feminine or masculine can truly determine those things so i didn’t know what to write for those. but here’s some headcanons i stirred up (: RPF UNDER THE CUT

jb x feminine artist!gf hcs

okay so we know that one of the many forms of art artist!gf partakes in is makeup. and i said it when i was responding to an ask, but i’ll reiterate that artist!gf puts in just as much patience and effort into her makeup as she does when she picks up a literal painting canvas

and julien doesn’t really have a lot of experience in the visual arts other than drawing, which she does do sporadically. but she does lack experience in the cosmetic department, not that it interests her a lot.

but she absolutely loves how you take your time doing your makeup. especially when you two are going out because all she needs is ten minutes MAXIMUM to get ready and then she gets to sit down on the toilet seat in your shared bathroom where you’re doing your makeup and just watch you in admiration

but she does hate when you try and leave her by herself to start getting ready HOURS before you guys even have to leave

“where’re you goin’, baby?” she asks when you get up from your spot on the couch next to her

“i’ve gotta get ready.” you reply, giggling at julien because she uses a frown and her big brown (👶🐮) eyes as an offering in hopes that you’ll stay with her a little longer

“we got a couple hours,” and now she’s scooting on the couch to reach where you’re standing before she gently grabs your hand, rubbing and kissing your knuckles, “you can give me just a couple more minutes. .?”

she inevitably ends up winning you over, and when you do leave to get ready, she just follows you

and on the days where she’s tired and she feels like staying at home and having a lazy day but you two made plans with friends prior to that day and it’s too late to back out, she’s extra clingy. once she quickly finishes getting ready, she’s walking into your shared bathroom, lazily wrapping her arms around your waist and resting her head on your back while you’re literally in the middle of doing your makeup. so now you’re incredibly stiff because you’re unable to lean forward to look into the mirror but you put up with it for her.

doing your hair is a whole other story. it can either take you thirty minutes or an hour depending on the day and what you decide to do with it (curl it, straighten it, etc)

but julien actually loves the anticipation of how you’ll wear your hair when you go out (bonus: especially if your hair’s naturally curly and you decided to wear it natural, she’s like ☹️☹️☹️, and if she’s seen baby photos of you with your natural hair, she probably just wants to tackle you lovingly and kiss all over your face)

but she just whole-heartedly loves your hair and it doesn’t matter what hair-type you have. like if your hair’s straight? she loves how it’s so soft and easy for her fingers to glide through. if your hair’s curly? she loves getting to play with the springy curls. and if it were anyone else, you’d scorn them for making your curls lose definition. but when it’s her? your perspective completely changes.

another thing is that she always has your banana clips and scrunchies in her car. so if you last minute decide that you wanna put your hair up, all you gotta do is open the glove compartment and there’s a variety for you to choose from

she’d also keep one of your scrunchies around her wrist when you guys go out in case you wore your hair down and changed your mind throughout the night. or maybe you didn’t wanna use it at that exact moment but you didn’t want the scrunchie on your wrist to ruin your outfit so she’ll wear it for you (lucy and phoebe always snap the scrunchie on her wrist to tease her)

speaking of outfits, you and julien’s fashion styles are completely different

julien’s day-to-day style consists of graphic-tees, plain colored t-shirts, skinny jeans or dickies, and a pair of converse or really any tennis shoes. your day-to-day style consists of babydoll crop tops/tees, washed low-rise jeans, and a pair of sambas.

but i think that occasionally you’d both incorporate the other’s style into your own. like when julien wore that sparkly mesh black crop top when she sung phoebe’s verse in silk chiffon, that was definitely yours. and there’ve been days where you spot a graphic tee in julien’s closet that you know you’re capable of styling in a way that’s suiting to you. and when julien sees you wearing her clothes, she 100% teases you about where you got them from knowing damn well she’s fuzzy on the inside just seeing you wear her things

random (but non-random) bonus: seeing as though she’s always with you when you’re getting ready, she’s picked up on a lot of makeup terminology and what most products do. so when you told her that setting spray makes your makeup last through EVERYTHING, she’ll leave it to herself to be the tester of that. cause is it really 100 wet kisses-proof?

[weneeya]

Hi! First, I wanna say I hope you're doing well! Second, I love your writing, I've only just found your blog recently, but you've very quickly become one of my favorite writers on tumblr 🥰. Last thing, if you're okay with it, I was wondering if I could make a request for a Gajeel x reader where the reader and Gajeel have been together for a couple years, and has a more muscular build than quite a few of the other women in Fairy Tail, her strength rivals Erza's because of the training she's done for herself. As much as she loves being as strong as she is thanks to all her hard work, she still gets insecure about how she looks believing she has too much of a masculine type of build, and Gajeel takes it upon himself to show her how much he loves her as she is. It could be headcannons of different ways he shows her, or a oneshot, however you wanna do it. Thank youuu, hope your day goes well!!!

stronger than me m.list | rules

pairing. gajeel x reader

note. omg i'm sorry i took a bit long to do your request but i loved the idea so much that i wanted to do it perfectly!! thank you for your words, it's making me sooo happy <3 i hope i've been able to do what you expected from me :)

he always thought he would love someone to protect, someone so much weaker 

until he met you 

you’re strong, one of the strongest even ; with your magic but also physically 

your arms? your thighs? lord he would give everything to get crushed by them

you love being strong, he knows it 

but he also knows that it’s making insecure sometimes, because you’re not all shy and small and girly 

he’s bad at showing how much he loves and adores you, but he’s doing his best 

always asking you to come with him when he’s doing a quest ; alone or not, it doesn’t matter, he always want you to come 

asks you to train with him and Lily, saying you could learn a thing or two from each other

it happened one time, but he came on the guild’s stage to sing for you : most embarrassing thing he ever done, but also probably the most adorable one

fighting with the boys about who have the best girlfriend ; always ends up with no winner because they’re fighting 

you feel a bit stupid for even doubting how much he could love you, but it’s never bad to get a reminder

but he’s always sure he’s not doing enough 

Gajeel was sitting at the bar of the guild, head resting against the counter as he seemed completely depressed. Mirajane looked at him, tilting his head to the side. It was unusual to see him like that, because he was the type to never give up.  “What’s wrong?” She asked, and a long sigh left the dragon slayer’s lips. “y/n is not feeling well, I heard her talking with Levy the other day. She thinks she’s too masculine, but I don’t know how to show her she’s perfect.” A smile appeared on the girl’s lips, and she crossed her arms.  “Did you try telling her? Like you’re doing right now?” Gajeel sat up straight almost immediately, a blush rushing across his face. “Are you crazy? I can’t do that!” It was almost like Mirajane asked him to do the most difficult thing ever. She laughed slightly, and Gajeel looked away with a pout.  “Nothing would be clearer than your words themselves,” she said, and he knew she was right. He took a deep breath before standing up and leaving in a hurry. You weren’t in the guild, neither was Lily ; so he knew exactly where you were. In a few minutes, he was at the spot where you were training with Lily.  He cleared his throat loudly, making both of you stop. You looked at him, a bit surprised to see your boyfriend here. You stepped closer, an eyebrow raised. “Is everything okay?” You asked, and Gajeel took a deep breath.  “You’re perfect as you are,” he started, and you blinked a few times, not understanding what was happening. You were about to say something, but he stopped you. It was difficult enough without you intervening.  “I don’t want you to ever doubt yourself, especially how you look. You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen and I adore every inch of you. I don’t care if you’re not all small and fragile ; I love you for how you are and I love everything about it.” He was almost out of breath.  You stayed silent for a few moments, because you didn’t expect any of this to happen. You noticed how he was trying to make an effort recently, but you never thought he would come to you to say it like this to your face. Slowly, a smile appeared on your lips. You cupped his face between yours hands, leaving a small kiss against his lips.  “Thank you Gajeel. I appreciate it, I really do,” you said, and a smile appeared on his own lips right after your words. That was all he wanted to see. You were the prettiest when you were smiling, and nothing should make you doubt this.

thank you!!

[badn3w]

I have so many ideas for how they could implement Mac's sexuality into storylines seeing as we haven't really seen him with any sort of partner/ how he interacts with men romantically.

I think it'd be interesting to see Mac start to date a guy that Mac really wants to like, but the guy just isn't as badass as Mac. Mac's new boyfriend likes going on dates to Color Me Mine and wine tasting and Mac finds these types of dates painfully boring. He feels like his masculinity is being stripped away from him by going on such "girly" dates, but he really likes the guy so he continues on with it. Mac would have this whole struggle throughout the episode, worrying his sexuality is causing him to go soft, and he doesn’t wanna be any less of a badass just because he’s gay.

(Obviously, it’s stupid to stereotype his boyfriend as being non-masculine for wanting to go on dates that aren’t fueled by testosterone, which is sort of the whole commentary of the episode.)

Mac gets tickets for him and his boyfriend to go to a monster truck rally as it's something Mac actually wants to do and he hopes his boyfriend would try doing something Mac likes for once, but his boyfriend declines, saying that kind of stuff just isn't fun to him. Mac loses his temper and goes off about how he's been doing stuff he doesn't think is fun this entire time.

The pair end up breaking up because neither is willing to try new things for the other, which results in Mac coming home sullenly. When Mac comes through the door, Dennis asks why he looks so glum. Mac doesn't mention the breakup, but he does mention he has an extra ticket to the monster truck rally. Dennis excitedly asks, unprompted, if he can come to the rally with Mac. Mac just smiles.

[our-queer-experience]

Still trying to figure out my gender and so far this what I found:

1. Don't like being referred to being called he/him and masculine compliments. Dude and guy are fine because I use them gender-neutrally. I think that's because of the fact I got misgendered as a child (apparently my view on gender was non-conforming to some even though I was pretty girly for the most part? It was weird...) and it's somehow still a wound even now (weird I know). Somehow person and they/them is fine? I think I'll dislike they/them, but nope... I still mainly prefer she/her pronouns though. I just go to person naturally... While feels like "well, that's technically what I am and I feel like one... Sometimes?"

2. I don't mind looking masculine, I honestly like it. Beards are the only thing I draw the line at... I haven't found a style that doesn't remind me of my tios and dad (it's more like I wanna stand out from them and honestly... I just don't like beards on me). I still want a feminine/boyish edge.

3. The best way to describe myself sometimes is that I want to be hyper-femine (larger bust, softer features, typical insecurities a lot of cis girls face,etc), other times I feel like my gender is just girl or like how the crystal gems are. They don't really have a gender, but they learn somewhere feminine. Mine is mostly cis girl, but sometimes it's mostly fem with a masc edge to it... Sometimes I call myself a woman, sometimes that feels wrong to say that and idk why. Also sometimes I just feel neutral... Especially when they/them is used and I don't hate it. It feels right...? Yeah, don't ask me how TF happens.

3. I wouldn't say I'm trans. It's just not there. Even when I am technically doing social transition, that's not how I describe my experience. I do feel drawn to nonbinary and genderqueer tho... Recently figured out I might be more fluid. Girl-flux doesn't exactly fit, but it's close enough sometimes.

4. Questioning still feels like it's part of my experience to a point it's part of my identity as strange as that sounds. Bc part of me can't if it's just insecurity over my femininity or is that sometimes my gender is not that fem... I know how that's going to sound to most people especially to exclusionists and transphobic ppl. Honestly, they can fuck off.

thank you for sharing!

[weebsinstash]

I’m not seeing enough love for our douchebag loser Adam 😢 like this man is the original dick 😂

No but really I love/Hate him. Like he is such a bully and a loser, I wanna punch him just as much as I want him to degrade me. Like I saw a bit of art on TikTok earlier where under his robe he was like lithe kind of like Lucifer and was like damnnnn

But just imagine your a newly ascended soul, you somehow made it to Heaven, and he’s like instantly into you. And you’re all blush and such because shit this is Adam, this is the first man, and he’s kinda charming if you squint and look sideways. But then the glamour fades after a while and you like kind of ghost him? And he’s like what the fuck? But you’ve had plenty of practice at avoiding asshole exes when you were alive so hiding from this asshole isn’t too hard, it’s easy to get lost in Heaven, but damn if he doesn’t like it when you play hard to get.

Girlie when I say I fuckin GOTCHU

I can definitely finish up that post and publish it so I'm not discussing the same exact ideas twice but, ugh god yes he would definitely be one of those "you're playing hard to get" guys who can't take a fucking hint, like literally cannot conceptualize that he's being an off-putting rude invasive creep and is just either completely unaware or in complete denial of your obvious massive dislike of him

Ok like. You know how it was a joke in Helluva Boss that there are no HR departments in Hell because it's Hell. What if the other side of that coin is.... Heaven ALSO doesn't have HR departments "because we're all so happy and get along, we don't need them!"

You go to an angel implying that ADAM THE FIRST MAN is being inappropriate with you and they'd either completely brush you off and act like his behavior is totally acceptable (because they're so used to it) or they straight up don't believe you. You go to SERA and she'd knowingly and intetionally fucking GASLIGHT YOU that you must be misinterpreting his intentions (you arent) and that Adam would neeEeever hurt anyone or force himself onto you (he would). Like, Sera? THAT bitch? She would hand you over to Adam just to get him to stop acting so fucking rowdy if she mildly THOUGHT it would help him do his duties better

Just hope that this guy doesn't have any weird abusive complexes about making partners obey because of his wives leaving him which definitely 😉 isn't a real possibility 😉 he Definitely wouldn't consider hiding you away because that way no one else can steal you away or poison your mind or convince you to leave him, and, well, if you start acting out, well.... HE'S the man in this relationship! He's allowed to just, make the decision of what to do with you since that's basically what he was CREATED FOR, right? To be the provider, the hunter, the gatherer?

So you won't be subservient to him? Well, that fuckin sucks ass, but he can work with that! Obviously as a REAL MAN he can find solutions for anything! ... and his solutions totally don't just boil down to isolating you somewhere like a little kid with a toy who is refusing to share.... totally not... that wouldn't be very masculine at all... totally not radical...

[cloverfieldds]

Funny story.

I once knew a trans guy who felt sooo uncomfortable about his massive, seemingly anime-like proportions (he even got teased for his massive tits in HS).

I taught him to enjoy them. He got into giving me tit-jobs and letting me cum all over them. He got turned on by being groped and fondled and shown off.

My true moment of pride was when I taught him how good they could feel.

I started by using nipple play to send him over the edge while he was riding my cock. I'd suck and lick and flick and pinch them and feel him throb on my cock until he came soooo hard. It blew his mind how turned on he got for me.

Then I decided to see if I could make him cum with *just* his tits. I groped them, fondled them, started playing with and licking his nipples while he writhed and squirmed for me, started calling him a needy dumb whore and a slut until he started shaking and convulsing and came soooo hard.

It shook him, realizing he could cum just from his tits. Maybe I'll try that in you someday~

this is making me so wet omfg 😵‍💫😵‍💫

im not very blessed in my chest but i know i have a very feminine figure.

telling you about my dysphoria and how i feel like im not masculine enough. you offering to help me out and at first im a bit put off by your methods. i dont see how throwing out my binder and wearing more revealing clothes would help. but you keep reminding me that gender identity and expression are two different things so i try to stay open minded. you even offer up the idea of wearing bras again. at first i decline and say it feels a little too risky, but it keeps weighing on my mind when you give me that disappointed look every time i say something about how girly i feel.

one day i oblige and wear one of my bras, one of my old push up bras that i never got around to throwing out. it’s uncomfortable and a bit tight since ive grown a cup size since last wearing it, but the spillage should help me get over it, exposure therapy and all that.

you notice my tits arr practically spilling out of my shirt when you see my outfit for the day and offer to help me position it so it’s more comfortable! happily and mindlessly , i let you so i can feel some relief and a bit less anxious about my outfit. youre subtle at first, adjusting the bra strap and “trying” to lift my shirt so it shows less of my tits. but it quickly goes south when you mutter a question, “you dont mind, right?” and a quiet apology when you fully cup my tits in your hand. i flinch at the feeling, asking what youre doing, but you dont pay me much mind.

youre groping my tits like im some sort of porn star, and even worse, i can feel myself liking it.

you apologize once more and lift my shirt up to directly fondle my tits, pausing when i let out an involuntary moan. i cover my mouth and shake my head, tears forming in my eyes. you let me know it’s okay, that its only a natural reaction as you start to fully grope me.

you explain how it’s part of the process while i stand there getting wetter by the second. i can only turn my attention to my hole, clenching it in a desperate but useless attempt to keep my juices from pooling out.

soon you have me begging you to grope my body every day, so much so that i barely notice when your hand snakes down to finger my pussy. before i can even protest, youre thrusting in and out of my hole with your free hand as you keep groping my tits. i cum all over your fingers in a matter of seconds, shamefully falling to my knees when im done.

this continues on for weeks. i wanna speak up and ask you to stop, tell you that i dont want to do this anymore, but everytime you see me and ask if im ready for our session, i fold before i can get the words out.

soon you’ll have me begging to suck and bounce on your cock, who knows!!!

[spiceofvy]

Headcannons for BTS and a masc female s/o who wants to try pegging? I don’t see much rep for masc girlies in the fandom :>

BTS - Masc Girlfriend pegging them

a/n: you're right there is definetly not love for my masc girlies in the kpop fandom! some i'm super hyped to deliver that! also the pegging was a really fun idea and i want to write much more of that

cws: masc female!reader, nsfw with some sfw sprinkled in, reader is referred to as girlfriend, top!reader

Seokjin: Falling for you was a bit of a surprise for him, he always thought he liked feminine people more but he fell for you. Hard and fast. And he thoroughly enjoys every second of it. And in bed, this spoiled prince likes you doing all the work for him in bed, fold him in half fuck him in mating press, and ask him to say thank you. He will.

Yoongi: This man is very much gender-neutral when it comes to dating. He doesn't care about your presentation but it's your character he is very much attracted to. When you peg him it depends on how tired he is if he prefers riding you or if he just wants to lean back and have you fuck him into the mattress.

Hoseok: He will steal your clothes if they are baggy enough. And he thoroughly enjoys how no one would guess that he is wearing his girlfriend's clothes. Totally down for pegging. Actually more excited than you are. He wants to try everything at least once. Prefers to do it doggy, so he can move towards you, adjusting the angle and the speed that you are fucking him in.

Namjoon: My man is down bad. He loves people without thinking about gender roles. Wear that suit if you want, he will tell you that you look better than him. And he also really likes pegging, especially if he's laying below you. There is something about not being in control and being the one receiving the pleasure without having to do much that does a lot for him.

Jimin: Likes to dress you up. You can match perfectly! So happy that you look so good together. In bed, he turns into an absolute starfish when it comes to you pegging him. He will not move a finger. But he will be so pretty writhing on the bed lost in pleasure.

Taehyung: He is very much neutral on you being more masculine, he just doesn't care about it like that. But he still loves you with every fiber of his being and will fight anyone who is rude to you. Prefers riding you, likes looking at you under him while the two of you experience pleasure. Will totally hold on to your boobs.

Jungkook: He's such a puppy for you. He thinks you are the coolest person ever. And he will brag about you to everyone! When it comes to pegging he definitely also prefers to ride you, so he can still get his energy out of his system. He loves it a ton, and if you really wanna shock him, push him onto his back and make him take it at your pace.