#m x ftm

[ace-of-gay]

Theyre all so perfect

Steve rogers x little reader

1,263 words

Warnings: age regression, paci, crayons, self doubt but fluff comfort aswell.

Little names like lovebug, little one, baby etc. The title daddy for steve as the caregiver.

Dont like it dont read it.

No pronouns weight or skin color mentioned reader is able bodied enough to walk even just a little bit (i will work on making fics for readers who need mobility aids and such aswell, i understand yall cause i need em aswell)

Edited to the best of my ability

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It had been a stressful week, you had fought your brain to stay up as late as possible waiting for Stevie to come home last night.

After making dinner cleaning yourself up and waiting so very patiently, when he finally came in the front door kicking his shoes off and tossing his keys onto the table he found you half awake on the couch.

You greeted him with a big drowsy smile, "hello my love" he calls crossing the room when your stomach grumbled, "well i guess that answers the question i was going to ask, lets go eat dinner and cuddle up for bed"

And so you did, saving the dishes for tomorrow you had fallen asleep quickly.

The night had gone quickly filled with cozy warm dreams wrapped up in Steve’s arms held close to his chest, eventually you were woken up by the small cast of sunlight making itself known through the stormy clouds and closed curtains, wrapping yourself up in one of the throw blankets you wander through the hall to find Stevie, your little headspace taking its place.

Walking into the kitchen to find him making breakfast, "good morning cuddle bug, were having French toast this morning" he mentions as you hug him, he turns to you picking you up and placing you sitting on the cold marble counter making you squeal as he goes back to cooking, "daddyyy its coold" you giggle out realy letting yourself slip into your headspace, "I’m sorry love bug i didn't realize" he chuckles as he puts the breakfast treat on two plates adding your favorite type of syrup on top and fruit on the side.

He decided that today could be a calm day, going easy on the routine he lets you sit at the coffee table and eat your French toast and fresh fruit while watching cartoons.

Once done he takes both of your plates and goes to finally do the dishes. You run off to go get changed for the day, picking out a soft pair of dungarees and a matching sweater, picking out a paci for the day, grabbing your stuffy, and your crayons you go off to the kitchen, dropping your crayons off at the table.

Unable to find your drawing book you go off to the kitchen "daddy can i have paper?"

You request as he’s finishing up.

"Of course love bug" he returns going and getting some blank printer paper from the office and bringing it to you at the table.

"Fank you daddy" you chirp behind your paci

Getting to work on your ideas.

It was great being in a house with another artist, there was always projects going on and you could always ask for their perspective and get feedback on where something needs extra attention, all the walls practically covered in canvas paintings and graphite pieces that took weeks if not months, but never your little drawings, those always got put in a binder and put in the office, a few on the fridge and some in your little room but nothing more than that.

The drawing you were trying so very hard to get right just wasn’t coming out and you’ve used both sides of each page you had trying to get it right but to no avail.

You were determined to make such a special piece for your daddy, one that would go on the wall.

A couple tears slip your eyes and hit the table buy you quickly wipe your eyes before anymore come falling, you get up going over to where your daddy sits on the couch reading to ask for more paper which he agrees to.

Once again seated at the table drawing in an absolute trance, you’ve gone through three more pages front and back, it just wouldn't come out right, crumpling it and moving on to a new piece, it had to be perfect.

You had no idea your face was scrunched in anger so when Stevie came over to see you and ask what was wrong you huffed, not in anger but frustration, covering your paper.

" 's not done yet, im tryin daddy" you mutter out glancing at him.

He’s never seen you so upset over a drawing but you wouldn't let him see until its done, "alrighty love, i wont look yet but i promise all your drawings are amazing so i know you’re doin a very good job"

Giving you a kiss on the forehead he goes off to read or draw in the next room to give you space.

This was the best one yet, it finally looked good enough, you even put in an attempt at shading and highlights but crayons aren’t the best at layering but you finally finished it, signing it and putting away your crayons, you go to show Stevie your drawing.

You walk into the room a little hesitant but very hopeful, he sees you and pipes up, "hey bug did you finish your drawing?" Nodding you give it to him and all he does is stare at it, face unchanging, your eyes begin to well "n-never min' i don like it anymore, i-im sorry" you go to take it back when he pulls it back, "baby this is the best drawing ive ever seen"

He takes your hand pulling you to his side.

"But you not gonna put it on- on the wall like the other drawins, yous always put em in a binder an hide em" you sniffle.

He frowns, setting the drawing down and pulling you into his lap, "lovebug im not hiding them, i love those ones so much im keeping them safe, in a place where i can look at them while working and remind myself that you made them for me while little, those ones like all your big headspace drawing are so very special"

Giving you a hug to help embed his words deeper into your mind, he helps you up, grabbing the drawing he leads you to the office where he keeps the binder.

He opens the binder flipping through all of your drawings he had put in clear paper-liners with sticky notes onto the clear plastic of each one describing the days they were all made.

He flips to an empty liner and puts the new one away, grabbing his wallet off the desk and handing it to you, "open it up and look in the cash pocket" you look at him confused but do what he said, pulling out a piece of paper folded into sixths, it had been folded and unfolded so many times that the paper was wearing thin on the creases, opening it up its one of your drawings.

Still confused you look at him tilting your head to the side.

"Its the first drawing you gave to me with you regressed, i keep it in my wallet because it makes me so proud of you, so happy, it makes me feel so special and trusted"

You lurch forward hugging him, he reciprocates your hug and emphasizes it with scattered kisses on your cheeks nose and forehead.

"Ill let you in on a secret of mine, all the drawings on our walls are photo copies, it would hurt me too much to frame the original and something happen to it, i have a separate binder for all your big you drawings in a safe at work" now that is special, its magical its so very comforting, he thinks you, both big and little are an amazing artist beyond what you thought of yourself, because you are.

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Its the last day of October, i find the day of Halloween itself traumatizing from something that happend several several years ago do it affects my bpd quite strangely, hence no proper Halloween fic today although i thought this was cute to finally post as its been sitting in my drafts for about two weeks.

[tomurderornottomurder]

any other way; eddie munson

pair. eddie munson x ftm reader

summ. strangers to friends to lovers w/ eddie munson n ftm reader.

gen. fluff mostly, angst

tw. swearing, dated language regarding lgbt topics (it's not much), reader refers to self as a woman once, internalized transphobia, implied homophobia, reader implied to be stealth

wc. 2.5k

note. i love this greasy little freak

- if you're not already into the music he's into, he will introduce you to it. if you are though he's like "you're so cool, babe." even before you start dating

- you're both big ol nerds but while you're quiet he's quite the loud mouth

- aka he, the extrovert, adopts you, the introvert, kind of

- he sees you sitting alone at lunch and practically swoops you up. he comes over and introduces himself with the offer of his hand before coming to your side and wrapping his arm around your shoulders. he invites you over to his table before leading you over.

- all the hellfire kids are super welcoming and though you're quiet, they don't mind. they joke around with you like you've always been one of them :')

- plus eddie has you sit by him to check on you

- adding on to that, after you guys are more comfortable he touches you a lot like squeezing your shoulder and stuff to make sure you're good and just cause he needs to touch you all the time

- very touchy feely dude

- anyway back to the plot ish,, he really wants you to join hellfire. he brings it up whenever he can. he really likes you and he loves DnD so naturally he wants his fav person to like his favorite thing

- when u finally give in he's so happy!! like dancing around n shit like he was when chrissy recognized him :)) god he's so cute

- he'll even twirl u around n shit he's fucking adorable

- so, now that he's convinced you, you guys meet after school to fill out character sheets, come up with ur character, and for him to shamelessly flirt (not that he doesn't do that all the time already)

- dude is so fucking hyped and he really enjoys explaining everything to you, he gets a real kick out of it

- every question you have is answered and in probably more detail than you need tbh

- honestly, besides him just being fixated on DnD, he wants to spend more time with you so he goes on and on

- then you're late and he's like you wanna ride back? 👀

- you take him up on his offer and he tries not to be too obvious about it but he plays his favorite songs and is watching you to gauge your reaction

- man nearly crashes but he's good (?) at being distracted while driving

- you make it home in one piece and eddie bids you farewell, watching you to make sure you get inside safe before driving back the lonely drive to his house

- this man loves to shred on his guitar for you, does it to impress you too. it's really cute, he'll get all hyped up and be on his knees, leaning back as he does a solo or honestly just to make you laugh

- your laugh is his favorite thing in the world <3

- he LOVES making you laugh, man. he will go out of his way to get you to laugh because everyone at school already thinks he's a freak so what's the harm? (especially if it charms you)

- dude is a sucker for your approval which isn't like him when it comes to anyone else

- he's always trying to learn more about you, especially since you're quiet

- randomly asks about your interests all the time

- okay so you've joined hellfire, right? and have spent some time with eddie and on your own creating your character and familiarizing yourself with everything

- well guess what happens now,, you get the hellfire t-shirt!!!

- it does something to eddie everytime he sees you wearing it 👀

- he's a little upset though that you usually wear layers over it :( but when you see him on a DnD night as you walk into school or something, you'll pull up the rest of your layers to show it to him and he just cheeses so hard

- god, if you've never seen heart eyes irl before when you do that you have

- also he notices how you're always dressed in layers even if it's ninety degrees but he just attributes it to keeping with your style cause he'll do the same

- once while hanging out with him after hellfire, he notices you're actually talking and kind of a lot or at least more than usual

- it clicks in his head after about the third time you do this alone with him, that you're comfortable with him

- man literally almost weeps

- one time you're actually joking around with him and tell him he has stubby fingers. he looks so shocked and can't even come up with a comeback. he enjoys this side of you.

- also makes him wonder why you'd even notice that 👀 but he never says anything

- okay so whether you smoke or not he'll invite you to smoke sessions but also!! will not pressure you to go if you don't wanna :)

- "it's cool, man. you don't wanna smoke, you don't wanna smoke." he shrugs nonchalantly.

- he runs into you a lot while you're out walking your dog. eddie loves animals but he's also a bit terrified of them. so when your dog barks at him he's like it's not gonna kill me, right?

- you laugh at him and introduce him to your dog and his rocker-boy attitude instantly melts away. he's talking in a high pitch baby voice and everything.

- he often joins you on your walks. you talk about everything and nothing. he also notices that you're not dressed in so many layers and you're constantly fidgeting with your shirt.

- you two start talking a lot and hanging out a whole lot. after some time, you guys just kinda get together. like it literally just happens

- but a couple weeks in it hits you that you still haven't told him yet and it wasn't that you didn't want to, no, it's just so fucking hard. you don't wanna lose eddie.

- you try to ignore it for a while n pretend you're cis and everything is fine but it's not and eddie can tell. he doesn't know how to broach the subject and hopes you'll bring it up first

- when you do get the courage up to tell him, he comes home to find you sitting anxiously on his couch. you ask him to talk and he of course says yes.

- "eddie, please remember i love you,"

- it sounds like you're going to break up with him and eddie starts to feel sick.

- "so please," you practically beg as you look at him with soft eyes, "don't hate me after i tell you this."

- eddie can't stop the churning in his stomach, are you really about to break up with him?

- "i'm a transsexual."

- well that's not what he was expecting to hear

- "i was born a woman but i'm a man. and i love you, eddie," you feel like you have to add that in since you're dealing such a big blow. "i hope this doesn't change things between us," you continue on shakily, playing with your hands as well. "i still wanna be with you but i thought you should know." you squeeze your eyes shut for a moment expecting him to maybe hit you or something but all that hits you are his words

- "i love you, too, y/n, no matter what."

- that's like a jolt of electricity to your heart. you jump up and wrap your arms around eddie in a tight hug, head resting against his chest, and eyes squeezed closed. tears spill silently as you hold onto eddie for dear life.

- eddie wraps his arms back around you and kisses your head. "i could never hate you, sweetheart. never," he finalizes with another kiss to the top of your head.

- it's the 80s and trans ppl especially ftm ppl aren't really known about or are grouped together with gay ppl so you'll have to explain a bit further to eddie but he's very understanding and supportive

- (i personally, headcanon him as trans but anyway)

- he becomes a bit more gentle with you after this, not because you're trans or anything he just doesn't want to make you uncomfortable :')

- much like steve with robin, he keeps the fact that you're trans to himself (as he should). he knows it's your right to tell people and not his, plus he would never want to risk your safety.

- he's always careful with you at school and in public because as much as he likes showing you off, he wants to keep you safe. but if you're alright with it, he's practically got you hanging off his arm

- y'all are like the power couple of hellfire lmao and they're equally annoyed and supportive :) they'll fake gag when you kiss n shit but they're happy for y'all

- you two mainly hang out at eddie's trailer, random nature trails, or just out in the woods. besides just being with each other, y'all's favorite thing to do is bug steve n robin at family video. robin loves u two but also is constantly like i hate you guys lol

- oh my god, remember how i said he's touchy feely?? dude LOVES to cuddle. he lives for it.

- your head on his chest while he combs his fingers through your hair? yes, please!

- he loves it when you guys just hold each other, laying in his bed n watching whatever's on tv or a horror flick robin or steve recommended. he's also a little spoon big time idc what anyone says, man loves to be held but spooning isn't his main thing

- his favorite is when you lay on him whether it's your whole body or just your head on his chest or in his lap

- you have got to play with his hair while you're cuddling, laying, or sleeping together. honestly, even if you're just sitting around, any time really. with your hands in his hair, he's putty in your hands. literally moaned one time when you did it, hair pulling kink much?

- another perk of being eddie's bf is coming along to his shows. his bandmates love you but they always make fun of eddie when he's being all love dovey with u. several of them ask why the hell you're with eddie n will jokingly flirt and are met with smacks to the shoulder by eddie but it's all in good fun

- mmm eddie loves holding your hand. at first he's kinda self conscious cause he gets sweaty hands around you cause he gets nervous n shit but at a certain point, he doesn't care and he knows you don't either

- please hug this man

- he understands that you don't always want to with your chest and all but god when you do? he's in heaven. he loves bear hugs, squeeze him til he's paste and he'll be satisfied

- man is touch starved that's why he savors it so much and just like you, he'll be randomly averse to touch. you guys are great at checking in with each other about it (steve thinks it's so cute, he saw y'all doing it once outside family video then robin caught him being soft about it and she hasn't stopped teasing him since)

- when your dysphoria hits hard, eddie's  almost always on top of it. he knows you well and you two are harmoniously connected, so he's very aware of your discomfort. still there are times where you've got to tell him because he won't realize

- mans will wrap you up in blankets to make you comfortable and also because he loves being wrapped in blankets.

- if you're not already in his clothes - he's noticed it's something you do when dysphoric- he'll go through his drawers asking u which u want to wear and literally dresses you himself unless you're uncomfortable. but it's nice to have someone take care of you so you don't have to think about it :')

- if you're okay with it, he'll cuddle you and this is like the one time he's big spoon lol. or he'll have you face him so you can bury your face against him and he runs his hands through your hair and to kiss your head :'))

- dude, whatever and i mean anything that you need, eddie's gonna get it for you. heat pack? no problem. obscene amount of your favorite snack? he's on it! playing that song you love that he hates? only for you, baby ;)

- such a fucking dad. very attentive n great at bad jokes.

- may not be able to cook the greatest but he will do his very best for you, results are mixed.

- back to clothes sharing. he loves sharing clothes!! literally one of his love languages (cough cough, giving his vest to steve, cough cough). he adores you in his clothes and he finds it funny when he catches you taking his clothes. like he'll be strolling into his room and you look like a raccoon in trash before you stand frozen with an armful of clothes

- "what're you doing?" he asks playfully.

- "nothing," you respond before poorly hiding the clothes behind yourself.

- he just laughs and walks over to give you a kiss.

- don't think you're exempt from him stealing your clothes cause he will. and honestly you feel like he pulls them off better than you.

- at some point, you don't know which clothes are yours or his and neither does he

- omg he'll let you wear his rings and stuff and he LOVES it. he's smiling so big like a lovesick teen :))

- also if some of the rings are too big he's gonna laugh at you hehe or if they're too small and get stuck lol

- one day you two are just lying around on his bed. you're both quiet, doing your own things but together. he strums on his guitar lazily while you absentmindedly sew a patch onto the knee of a pair of his jeans which allows your mind to wander. your dog also lies with you two at the foot of eddie's bed.

- your thoughts wander from yourself to eddie and how he sees you and how he's with you. "hey, eddie," you look over at him.

- he turns and looks at you lazily but full of love. he can't help smiling just looking at you. "need somethin', sweetheart?"

- "just wondering," you look at him quickly before looking down at your hands. "why're you with me, ed?"

- he looks genuinely surprised you'd ever ask him that. he even chuckles out of disbelief, "what?" he looks you straight in the eye as he leans over a little bit. "why wouldn't i wanna be with you?" he takes your hands, squeezing them.

- you shrug, pouting your lip, and tears pricking your eyes. "i don't know. just maybe if i was cis-"

- "hey," he says sternly, squeezing your hands again to bring you back to him. "i can't imagine you any other way. and i wouldn't want to."

[luccfher]

"But I'm a boy..."

Eddie Munson x Male!reader | pt. 2

sjxuiqz omg this is my 1st time doing this kind stuff, pls have patience ok 😭

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Summary: You've been wanting to talk to Eddie privately for days, but he's been too busy "organizing" his new campaign. (both characters have legal age!)

Warnings: insecure reader, mention of abusive relationship, argument, a lot of crying 💀, etc.

Cis or fetish women, please don't read.

I feel this very cringe 💀

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— "Eddie- can.. can you hear me for like a minute? Please."

— "suree, what's up?"

— "well I-"

And once again you were ignored by him, the boy who is supposed to be your best friend. You can't blame him, he was busy "studying" last week to get at least a 6 in a class. You let out a sigh and got up from his bed, went to the kitchen and opened her refrigerator, you had one of some couple of beers that were in there. The time passed and Eddie realized you weren't in his room anymore and unfortunately you had already finished most of those beers.

whatever you wanted to say to him, it was probably something very serious, I mean, to drink almost a six by yourself, you're totally screwed. You got up from the sofa where you were lying and looked at him, letting him see your reddish and swollen eyes.

— "(Y/N) What the hell happened to you? It's 'cause your relationship with her?"

You couldn't hold back the tears at his comment, you felt so guilty for the fact that after so many years having him by your side, you couldn't find the words to tell him that you never had a girlfriend, but you didn't know how to tell him the truth either.

although the beer used to not take effect so quickly on you, however given the conditions you were in and the speed with which you finished them. you avoid making eye contact with him so you decided go to the sofa from which you had previously got up, you sat on the edge while you played with your fingers, you really wished you could tell him everything you have been hiding from him for so long. You knew that Eddie wasn't like your ex, a fucking jock who only spent half the year manipulating you and threatening you into having sex or else he'd tell the entire basketball team. But the fear was still there, you were afraid that this would affect the friendship you had forged with him since 1st year of high school. You felt so ashamed, sad, wanting to tear your heart out.

— "(Y/N) please... Give me a explanation"

he sat next to you, at no time did he cut the gaze he had on you, he was simply worried about his friend.

—"Do you remember the time we fought over that girl? Reddish hair, brown eyes and a little shorter than me. And they weren't just discussions between us, but also by the club."

— "I remember it perfectly, you and they used to tell me that she was just keeping me away from the Hellfire Club and also-"

— "I was jealous of her, after all... she could have you as many times as she wanted and she could show you how much she loved you."

— "we- we can also show how much we love each other, what're you talking about man?"

You clench your fists and jumped up from that sofa with the courage to confess or so you hoped. Your "plan" was to tell him as directly as possible your feelings for him.

— "I'm talking about I've been in love with you for 2 years already. I am madly in love with you, with your face, body, hands, voice, everything. Every time she came I just thought about what it would be like if I were her! I wanted to be able to feel your kisses and hugs, I wanted to feel that kind of love that can only be granted to a couple and sorry if you don't understand it, but I really can't stand it anymore, I can't save each of the feelings I have towards you."

Eddie froze, perplexed at the confess of his best friend, as much as he wanted to say something, he just couldn't. He lowered his head and passed his hands on the back of his neck, “what should I say to him?” he thought.

weakly he got up from the sofa while he played with his rings slightly, now it was he who tried to find the words to comfort the other, but he failed in the attempt and simply blurted out:

— (Y/N) I'm a boy.. you're gay?"

— "This must be a fucking joke, Munson."

You were angry, but not with him, it was quite obvious that he wouldn't understand well, much less if you started to get upset and shout your feelings at him. you started crying with rage and impotence, there was nothing else to do. You thought you had screwed everything up after confessing. You gave up.

— "Know something? I'm leaving."

You said between tears and sobs, you were devastated by the reaction he had, you expected something calmer or similar. You went as fast as you could to the door and opened it, the first thing you saw It was the same girl that you were jealous of. What a coincidence, what a fucking coincidence. You let out a sarcastic laugh and let her pass without her seeing your face. You ran out of the camper to grab your bike so you could go somewhere else, maybe to Robin's house. When you got on the bike from afar you could hear Munson yelling for you to stay, you ignored him and started driving with slight problems because it was already night and the storm towards the most difficult escape.

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— "who won this time?"

— "I guess Eddie won, I ran out of there."

— "Ha! told ya, rob."

— "My god Steve, can you please shut up?"

You smiled a little as Steve rolled his eyes at Robin's words, you loved these idiots so much. They were the first to know (realize) that you were gay. You appreciate the fact that they didn't turn their backs on you like your family and "friends" did. you lay on your back putting your hands behind your head and closed your eyes, the last thing you wanted was to know about Eddie and the girl.you felt how the boys lay down on your sides and tried to comfort you, on the one hand there was Steve who caressed your head and hugged you from behind.. and on the other hand there was Robin who wouldn't stop talking about how everything that had happened was similar to a movie he saw a few weeks ago at work.

When Robin finished talking, she realized that you and Steve had fallen asleep, she smiled letting out a sigh, she adjusted her head and body so that she was comfortable, but also so that you wouldn't be when it came time to move.

[rekas-writes]

hi!!! i’ve just discovered your account and i really love it!!!

mayhaps could i request a sova with an s/o who’s the touchy type?? like boops, headpats, hugs and all that stuff !!

thank you! :]

A/N: Hi and thank you so much! :D I’m glad you’re loving the content! I hope this one-shot fits the order! I wasn’t sure if you wanted headcanons or a drabble or one-shot, so I made a short-ish one-shot! This was very cute to think about and write though :D

✧☕✧ Thank you for ordering, please do visit again soon~! ✧🍮✧

The Touchy Feely Type

Pair: Sova/GN! Agent! Reader

Type: One-Shot - 1642 words

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Sova’s gotten rather used to your earnest displays of physical affection, so much so that he finds himself unknowingly expecting it every time he sees you. However, lately, you’ve been quite elusive due to your schedule- leaving him rather antsy with your lack of attention. 

TW: None

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You’d always been the physical touch type; the type of person to express their affections through all manners of touch, whether they be friend or lover. It came easily to you, giving a small pat here and a friendly ruffle of the hair there. It was simple and effective, earning you many strong friendships. From bear hugs with Phoenix and Raze to headpats with Jett and Skye; you could even say you’ve given Omen a hug before- not that anyone would really believe you. Or that you’d say a word about it-

It had started when you’d booped him on the nose for a nice shot, startling him and causing him to give you a confused look. The smile on your face from his reaction made his heart flutter more than he would admit. He slowly got used to your touches, with you reaching out first and making a gesture to avoid startling him- like holding your arms out for a hug. 

Sova had been rather apprehensive and stiff with your affections at first, not that he hated your touch, but more on the lines of physical affection being rather rare. He only really offered hugs if someone was in distress. Affection was mostly verbal, which became one of the most comfortable and easiest forms for him. However, the longer he fought by your side, the longer he was exposed to your affections. It simply grew in frequency and evolved when you’d finally confessed to each other. It became rather easy to predict when you were coming, turning just in time to catch you as you jump-hugged him- even if he were busy. He didn’t need any kind of hint.

It was pretty funny to the other agents, just how in sync you were. From the way you could read each other on the battlefield, to how one moment someone could be talking to Sova and the next they would see a blur that was in fact you glued to his side- his arms tucked under yours. Then, you would be off- happy with the quick affection you stole. You were both already too sweet on your own as it is, it practically gave them cavities to see you two interact.

However, lately, you've found yourself swarmed with work. Brimstone had been choosing you to go on more missions lately, with your skills fitting rather nicely with the jobs he needed done. You were more than happy to oblige, but that left you with little choice but to see your friends and boyfriend less and less. Hugs and headpats turned to quick, rushed pats on the shoulder as you dashed from hallway to hallway, place to place. You couldn’t catch a break.

As of now, you were bolting for the hangar. You needed to get to the dropship now or Viper would certainly boil you alive. But, as you saw Sova, you slowed your pace just enough to reach out and headpat him with a small, apologetic smile. One second wouldn’t hurt. He took a moment before looking down with a small, gentle smile, the type that melted all your worries of the day, before his arms opened expectantly- almost predicting your next move. However, you were off just as quickly as you came, shouting an apology down the hallway.

Ever the worry-wart, the archer couldn’t help the frown on his face as he watched your fading figure. He knew you were getting busier and busier by the day, something you couldn’t help, he reasoned with himself. Every agent was undoubtedly so, given their profession. Saving the world wasn’t a 10 minute job. But, despite his trademark cool and calm demeanour he maintained on and off the battlefield, he found he couldn’t quite quell this strange yearning feeling in his chest. He worried for you whenever there was a battle to be won, though he knew you were more than capable of fending for yourself. There was a reason you were in the Protocol after all. Yet, beside the worries, he found himself unable to shake off this strange ache. This need to hold you longer than a touch.

Most nights, since your sudden increase in demand, ended with him on his own, with you rarely popping in due to either overnight missions or simply passing out on your bed- exhausted. Your fleeting touches whenever you were together just weren’t enough anymore. He missed the warmth that followed your affections. The time spent simply being in each other’s presence. The Initiator didn’t even realise he could miss something like this. It’d never really been something he thought intensively about before you waltzed into his life.

Your current mission had been rather tedious and long, and you were longing to go home as soon as possible. The comforts of your bed or Sova’s sounded rather luxurious right now after rolling around in the sands of Bind. You were pretty sure there was sand in places you didn’t think sand could go. It was near enough night when you landed, with few agents hanging around in the corridors.

Tipping your shoes out once the dropship landed, you ignored Phoenix’s poorly stifled cackling targeted at you. You lift an eyebrow as a loud, audible crunch rings out under his first step out, staring at him with a pointed look. He just looks sheepish as he turns around, so you can only see his back, and you hear the soft shift of sand as it pours out. You’re almost tempted to kick your sand pile at him, but a) you were very tired and b) Viper would probably snap at you two to stop acting like children. She seemed a lot more sour than usual, probably from the sand too.

You hurry down the hall to your dorm and shower, only slightly disappointed that Sova wasn’t resting in your room. At least you could surprise him!

You're quick as you throw your sleep wear on, eager to finally have some quality time with the Initiator. You didn’t have to think about tomorrow, having finally been granted a couple days’ rest as reward for your hard work and dedication. There was already a smile tugging at your lips as you reached his door. You couldn’t lie, you missed being around Sova properly. You’d given up so much time for affection, but it was all gonna be worth it.

As you knock, there’s little pause before the door swings open,

“Hey! Missed me?” you smile cheekily, swaying side to side with an extra pillow tucked under your arm. In the short beat of silence, you take a moment to properly take in his tired features. His blonde hair is down and all ruffled, tousled by what seemed to be a restless nap that you’d probably woken him from. Yet despite the fatigue on his features, his dual-coloured, prismatic eyes seem to brighten evermore at seeing you. And as your mutual stare holds for just a second longer, you realise just how much you missed him. 

There’s little time to react as warmth surrounds you. Familiar arms quickly fold around you, securing you in their grasp almost desperately. The way he’s clinging on to you is way too strong to break free from, not that you’d really want to. You blink before a rather large, amused smile pops up on your face. You’d never taken Sova as the touch starved type. You bury your face in his chest and wind your arms under his, hugging him back with just as much gusto and attempting to sway the two of you playfully.

He’s whispering into your hair, the ache of separation more apparent in the way he refuses to let go to talk. As though you’d disappear from him once again, “I missed you so much, my dear…” His eyes are closed, relaxed in both the relief of knowing you’re safe from your recent excursion and relief in having you by his side once more.

You’re at ease for the first time in a long time, letting the moment take hold. There’s a fuzzy feeling in your chest, and you’re sure Sova’s feeling it too with the way he’s smiling in your hair. With a mutual free day tomorrow, you sure as hell were both catching up on the lost time. Nothing was gonna stop you from sleeping in and cuddling,

“Can we just… Stay like this? Tonight and tomorrow?” you muse softly, eyes closing against the soft fabric of his shirt. There’s warmth radiating off of him, like some kind of natural radiator. He chuckles, rubbing soothing circles into your back,

“Of course, my love. I’d love nothing more,” he murmurs, before guiding the both of you to bed- tucking your extra pillow into the few he had. As you slide under the plush covers, it hits you just how tired you really are from the constant back-to-back missions. The constant alertness you held just in case of an ambush. The constant threat of gunfire that loomed over your head. It was taxing, more than you could really admit. You were devoted to the cause, but that didn’t mean you didn’t need breaks.

Settling in, you stay close to Sova with a soft, relaxed smile- embracing this small slice of mundane heaven away from it all. With how comfortable you are, you aren’t too surprised when you start dozing off for real. Your breathing slows, every muscle lax as you’re surrounded by the familiar smell of his cologne and the familiarity of his figure curved around you. You figured you’d be the small spoon tonight. He’s murmuring sweet nothings, a mix of English and Russian as he lulls you to sleep- mushy declarations of love in between.

You’re safe and loved by the archer you hold dearly, you think to yourself, and you believe it with all your heart.

[twoheartswrites]

[Reader with Top Surgery]

You're used to Hank's staring at this point. He'll stand at the doorway of your room, just admiring you taking off your shirt. 90% chance you'll catch him smiling like an idiot too. He'll eventually walk over to you and just pull you near him to mutter loving words into your ears, running his fingers really gently over your surgery scars, not even giving you a chance to put a shirt on- it's his turn to adore you.

(it's funnier when he's drunk and his words are a little slurred and leaning a little too much on you).

[vampkillr]

Witness — Jason Todd

gn! reader — 360 words — angst — another short i'm so sorry — jason getting kidnapped

There was nothing I could do aside from watch. Watch as he changed. Going from hopeful to hopeless. Watching every day how the life progressively seemed to fade from his glassy eyes. How his body became so broken apart that he no longer looked real. That's when I knew I couldn't just wait for Bruce. I couldn't sit and wait as all efforts ended fruitless. When I looked at him and caught my brain protecting itself, caught myself unable to process that the body on the screen wasn't rubber or plastic. So I looked for him. And I looked everywhere. Yet still I found nothing. No clue, no Joker, and no body. Weeks went by and the videos stopped. After six months of consistent updates, they all vanished. So either I was getting close, or he was dead. The feeling that thought brought me was something I couldn't process. It had been ten days since the last disc.

Today, though. Today was different. On my doorstep, a familiar square envelope laid perfectly in front of the door. I was calling Bruce before I could even realize what I was doing. Everything before it was a blur, really. My eyes were out of focus. I couldn't concentrate enough to have a coherent thought. The next thing I knew we were in the basement, watching again. My vision was clear, scanning every single detail of the room. The way Joker walked around my nearly-dismantled boyfriend. I could feel the acid of my stomach creeping up my throat. A clear shot rang just once. The power of the bullet having thrown him a few feet from where he originally sat. I watched as he choked on his own blood. Watched as his gasps turned into gurgles and slowly, painfully, nothing at all. It felt like time stopped with the last rise of his chest. Like, somehow the stillness of his body made the world stop turning. Everything seemed to disappear. The future, my happiness— shock wasn't present in my veins. It was like I had been gutted. And all I had been able to do was sit there as his life ended.

[orionicchaos]

Iris Bleue | trans!ftm!reader x tartaglia

× trans, ftm, m!reader with he/him pronouns (you are referred as "you" tho)

× headcanons

× character : childe/tartaglia/ajax (he is referred to as ajax)

× this is part of the "LGBTQ+ PROTECTORS" series.

🌺💮

TW : transphobia, gender dysphoria (voice, height, chest, genitals, periods), your family "accepts" you but they have a REALLY "hard time" refering you as your name and not your deadname, they misgender you a lot, they also are inconsiderate of your feelings, reader is not on T, didn't have any surgery and doesn't have a binder, mention of arguments (with your family), mention of sex (that part is red), nicknames (baby, darling..), no proofread ! (it's 1 am)

other warnings : modern!au, fluff, hurt/comfort, pre-established relationship (ajax is your bf), ajax is literally your protector, ajax is so so sweet

| resume : Basically, a bunch of headcanons and scenarios? of ajax being the boyfriend you deserve |

a.n. : this is clearly me trying to cope with my gender dysphoria and the way my family acts. this is based on my experience, insecurities and feelings, and it may not match yours. i certainly don't want y'all to feel bad guys. i thought about writing it for myself and keep it private but maybe it could comfort some of you if your struggles are similar to mine! trans people's experiences are all different! i tried to make the "tw" as precise as possible so you could be warned. ily guys <3

it's my first time writing something like that and im not proud but that's a first time!

navi.

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Coming out

-When you came out to him, you two were already dating. You were quite scared to tell him that you were actually a man

-But everything went well. He was just like "Oh okay?", and when he noticed your widened eyes, he took your hand in his and told you he was happy that you trusted him enough to come out, that he was bisexual so it wasn't a problem for him to date a guy, and that after all, you remained the person he loved and cherished so he would always support you and be by your side

-you cried because you expected a break-up, so he pulled you into a hug, kissing your face, rubbing your back, and reassuring you

-you both spent the whole night cuddling in his bed and he offered you to pick a sweater from his wardrobe to wear, he asked for your pronouns and if you would like to start a medical transition (insisted that if you didn't or wasn't ready it was fine and that it was your choice)

-yes he has some knowledges about transidentity, since his siblings have trans friends! They often came to play with teucer and sonia so he learned few things to make them comfortable in the house (he's a trans kids protector, fight me if you think otherwise)

-forgot for a whole week to ask for your name since he only uses petnames like "baby" or "darling" and went "damn i didn't ask him if he has a new name" when he was about to say your birthname in a conversation

-nervously, he asked you if you had a new name and you let out a chuckle, answering that you actually did

"my new name is (Name), thanks for asking, baby"

"woah, that's a pretty nice name darling, it does suit an handsome man like you"

-yeah that man takes every chance he gets to compliment you (and awkwardly flirt)

-he never, and i mean never, misgendered you. at first, it wasn't natural for him (for the first three days), because he was used to your former pronouns, so he had to think before speaking, but it quickly became completely normal for him to call you his boyfriend and use he/him!

-overall, your coming out went very, very well <3

Gender dysphoria

-he can't understand how if feels like to have gender dysphoria, but seeing you sad and crying because of that let him know that's it's not the best thing ever

-he feels so bad whenever you look upset about the way you look in the mirror, trying to hide your chest with weird posture, tears rolling down your cheeks

-when he sees you in these moments, he compliments you more than usual, pulls you into hugs, calls you his handsome boyfriend and kisses your lips, trying to make you think about something else. he will often lay you on the bed next to him, deciding that a nap would be great because you needed to rest

-he's willing to buy you a binder whenever you ask, and if he feels like it, he would even bring the idea to you

-also offers you to go buy new clothes and chooses shops with a lot of men brands

-when you feel dysphoric about your voice, he doesn't know what to do

-he tries to cheer you up but he feels like shit for not being able to make you feel better and allow yourself to talk more

-when you go silent because you heard how high pitched your voice is once more, he has no idea of what to do exept pulling you into a hug and giving you kisses

-same for when you feel dysphoric about your height. he knows that him being a tall ass ginger doesn't help and feels kinda guilty

-expect a lot of kisses whenever you feel dysphoric about anything. he tries his very best to cheer you up and make you comfortable, and he hopes he's doing a decent job about it

-you feel so thankful to have him as you boyfriend, he is so considerate of your feelings

-when you feel dysphoric about your genitals, he always tells you that he doesn't care about them, and that it doesn't make you less a man than him because of how it looks down there

/mention of sex/ -if you're comfortable enough, he would gladly show you how it doesn't matter that you don't have a penis! would also allow you to dom him to boost your self-confidence (will never admit that he's a switch)

-11/10, the best when you have period cramps, will buy you gender neutral pads/tampons, bring medicines and will give you even more kisses. + bonus point because his body is so warm, it eases your cramps, so he is your hot pillow most of the time

-he's just very supportive and words/physical touch are how he mainly comfort you, but it's not so rare for him to bring snacks and start a cozy netflix date!

-remember, he's hella rich. he could and is willing to pay for any surgery that crosses your mind, any binder you want, your hormones treatment, and your clothes. And if you want to buy them by yourself/don't want them, he will support you and help you to make your like easier

When someone misgenders you/is being transphobic

-oh man, that boy is not chill with people just casually misgendering you or using your deadname

-you've been out for months, and hearing some people just ignoring the fact that you corrected them for the hundred time makes him wonder if they want him to punch their face

-seeing you losing your smile is enough for him to almost jump on the person

-he would probably insult them and tell them to shut the hell up, yelling that you passed very well and that they were assholes

-you have to hold him back from punching them

-he corrects everyone who misgenders you : people in the street, in the train, when buying groceries, the doctor... it's always "sorry but my boyfriend, (Name), is a man" and he doesn't give a hell if he has to say it ten times a day

-he'll get very, very upset everytime people disrespect you like this. if he had the occasion he would probably tell them his thoughts and not it the polite way

-with people just being transphobic on purpose... Well, nothing good will happen to them

-if you're here, he would keep his composure because he knows that you don't want to "make a scene", telling them that their little "opinion" about you is not needed at all

-some lines like "who asked?" or "hmm handsome, do you mind if we go back to the house now? Talking with stupid people is irritating" are very frequent

-sometimes mutters a little "shit i wish i could slice his nasty tongue", with a fake angry smile directed to the man

-when you're not here... he will find a way to beat the shit out of them

-sometimes using words, roasting them to the bone and making sure their disgusting mouth will not be used to insult you again

-sometimes using venus and mars, his two hands, making sure they lose enough teeth to not be able to speak anymore

-big problems need big solutions

-he will never tell you this of course, not wanting you to feel bad or to scold him becaude violence is not the answer

-he always smiles a little when you rant about how that guy who was acting as a transphobic asshole to you some days ago became silent, not daring to look at you

-he makes sure all your colleagues treat you fine and use your right pronouns and name

-and he comforts you the best he can when you're feeling bad because of transphobia and being misgendered

-the boyfriend you deserve!!

With you family

-you're not out to all of your family, and the ones you're out to..

-ajax doesn't like them. like at all

-like, the first time he went to your parents' house, he was quite nervous because he wanted to be accepted as your boyfriend

-you both arrived, and for 15 minutes straight, he was just confused because they kept using your deadname and she/her

-didn't you told them four or five months ago??

-he tried to teach them that what they were doing hurt you, that your name is (Name) and that you're a man

-he put it in very simple terms that even a toddler would understand

-but they kept refusing to acknowledge it

-because they said that they accepted you, but on the other hand, they misgendered you and used your deadname

-and it became clear

-they didn't accepted you

-and ajax has nothing to do with people who don't accept you

-he managed to make you leave the dinner sooner, insisting for two whole hours that you were his amazing boyfriend (Name) when talking about you, and at your house, he told you that he had nothing to do with your family anymore and that you should break the contact

-you both had a fight that night, and when he apologized the next day, he told you that you should do what you wanted but that he would never get along with your family, and he thought that they didn't deserve you

-for months, you decided to keep a bond with your family, trying not to cry everytime they said that you were just being selfish, that it was more difficult for them, that if you wanted them to understand you, you had to understand them first, that you were still the "little girl that grew up in the belly of your mother" who wore pretty dresses and had long hair

-ajax was starting to lose his mind

-finally, you decided that you should do something

-you gave them a last chance, and seeing that they didnt wanted it, you said "see you never", okay not actually like that but that's the spirit

-that was hard but you managed to go through it with ajax's support

-by the way, he has a very supportive family who loves you, and his friends are also your friends so you feel better about not having your family in you life anymore

Random

-he goes to pride walks with you! making sure you bring enough water an sun cream

-he makes you sit on his shoulders as you wave the trans flag

-he buys you plushies with the trans flag colours

-overall, he's just an amazing boyfriend!!

credit : @orionicchaos

[sammaltakki]

I am begging someone PLEASE write Arthur x transmasc reader shit...... Especially nsfw.... Please I am: desperate

[marvels-bitch-boy]

The Huntsman Spider:

Yelena x FTM reader:

A/N: This is just the rough draft/word vomit I have of it so far! It would be another series too.

Reader is an ex widow from the red room, when Yelena and Natasha go looking for ex-widows they look for one in particular but they come up blank for the longest time. It isn’t until Natasha looks through different databases, and uses DNA to track her down, they get a match...but it’s a man, same age and same birthday…

Yelena and Natasha are confused and go look for him, when they see him his face looks exactly like hers but it’s older and has a beard covering it. He gets suspicious of the two of them after he notices them spying on him, the two of the widows watch him for months hoping to see the widow they came looking for but still come up blank. Yelena starts to theorize about why he looks so much like her and the two of them agree that he must be her twin brother. The widows all have some blood relatives out in the world and he must have been the one left by Dreykov. Yelena then sends out a message to Melina and informs her of their “discovery” and to inform all widows that might be able to track down the ex widow. The funny thing is that all of them end up in the same place watching the same man. Soon he begins to get more and more suspicious of the women around him and eventually he comes in contact with Yelena by pure accident when he was getting his mail one evening. 

Yelena didn’t mean to run into him, she was just going to look through his mail for anything from the widow they were looking for, maybe she sent him a letter or package, she just had to be sure. She wasn’t planning on him to come and check the mail at 7pm on a friday night, she expected him to be out partying with friends or going on a date. Turns out he forgot to check in the morning and decided to grab his mail before heading to dinner with an old friend of his. When he found Yelena at his mail box he stopped for a moment and spoke up to her. She came up with a cover saying that she had gotten his mail by accident and when he questioned if she lived there she said she had just moved in. After talking with him briefly Yelena decided to try and get close to him to figure out just who he was exactly. 

He was always on watch whenever a woman was around, he believed that most were widows and he seemed to be a little paranoid. When he found Yelena going through his mail he caught onto her lie within seconds and played pretend of a dumb guy. He started to catch her around his apartment more often, he didn’t believe for a second that she had just moved in considering her knew of everyone living in the building and within the first five block radius. He began to notice how she would be at the same coffee shop as him, the same gym and even the same bar. He became increasingly hyper aware of his surroundings at all times. Natasha and a few other widows had to scold Yelena into backing off of him, she didn’t want him to go to the police or notice that he was being watched. She agreed to back off of him. 

She did this for about a month until she saw him leaving his building with a woman that she had never seen before. They were both dressed up and had smiles on their faces. The way the woman held his arm and stayed close created naughts in her stomach. She followed them and watched from a far but it wasn’t until she noticed that both of them were out of her sight that she turned around and he quickly appeared pinning her back to a wall/tree. He began to question her about what she was doing and why she keeps following him, she wouldn’t answer so he asked her again in russian which caught her attention. He told her to stay away from him and walked off. About a month later Natasha told all the widows to leave and to stay incontact if new information came up. Yelena decided to leave and go to avengers compound with Natasha for a while but unbenhonst to Natasha she was looking into him more and began to surveillance him again. Yelena was talking with bruce one day and found something he said to be very insightful, Yelena looked into his medical records and saw that they had only begun after a certain year, the year that the widow left the red room. Yelena went back to his home and waited for him, now she had the upper hand and wanted to know exactly who he was and how he was connected to her…

[wolf-knights]

The day we met

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x south asian!single dad m!reader (afab)

A/N: before I start this just wanted to say not everything in this au is going to be on point with the south asian culture so this could be a disclaimer for it, also want to thank @candlelight-letters for helping with the angst in this part, they are a legend!

Mentions: strong language, talk about kids, pregnancy talk, angst, guns, magic, hydra, toxic ex. DO NOT READ IF UNCOMFORTABLE OR UNDER THE AGE OF 18. MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DONT INTERACT. If theres any warning i left out please let me know.

->18+only, do not repost, copy or translate my works nor post them anywhere else. Minors and ageless blogs do not interact with my blog or my fics. Reblogs, likes and comments are appreciated.

Flashback

"Wh-why would you do that?" you whisper not knowing how to react, to say you were in a shock would be an understatement "I was bored, y/n, I wanted something different." Alex says as your eyes widen at that poor excuse of a man with an even poorer excuse. "that's not a reason to cheat on someone, I didn't need to find out about you cheating on me from ayesha!" you shouted which you knew wasn't good for your current situation but you were scared and angry "if I hadn't found out from her you would still be lying!" you yelled as anger roared through your mind, he slammed the glass on the dining table making you jolt. "I said I was bored of this life, I was bored of the same routine, of coming home to a good for nothing husband and I- I was bored of our life not being as extravagant as it used to be. Remember how we used be when we met? Or when we married? We used to go on trips, travel around we were spintaneous. I miss that. This...routine is fucking annoying, its boring" you clench your fists as trying not to throw something at his stupid head. You were shaking with the rage bubbling in you "Don't you think i miss it sometimes too? Sure I want to go on trips but we can't allow ourselves to do that every fucking day! We have a child and another on the way! I can't just leave my job to go to bahamas or brazil! Unlike you I work my ass off both in a career I love and this house. Because god forbid youre fucking useful for something, I have to clean up after your mess like you're a third child. We can take trips, we can do date nights but you wont even be in the same room as I am!" you were on the verge of losing your control, the frown getting more and more prominent on your face. Alex tries to get near you "no! don't I have told you about this alex, I have always been scared of this happening and you don't even think for a second about my feelings or your not even 2 year old daughter. For godsake we are married!" it's was increasingly getting more difficult to keep that rage inside especially with how he was acting. The only way out of this was to break it off because this had happened before, alex always used his charm in such situations but you always came back to him thinking he would change "I'm leaving, I-I can't do this anymore. The only thing I get from this relationship is stress and heart break." "you always do this y/n. You blame me for this! Everyday I wake up to hear you whining about things, every fight we have you blame it on me like you are a sweet fucking angel. What do you think people will say when the find out about your freakish powers." Alex says with a small frown "go ahead leave see if I gvie a flying fuck." he says and removes the wedding ring from his fingers and throwing it somewhere. You were fully shocked by how toxic he had been this whole time, you stay quiet and remove your own ring and place it on the coffee table, walking to your room to collect all your clothes and things and just walking out with your daughter in your arm.

Now

That was 4 years ago, you sure have moved away from where you used to live, gotten yourself a good paying job, giving your daughters the best of the best you could. You haven't been with someone since then cause you had lost all hope you once had for love. You only loved one person that being your daughters, Avery and Shae. Your siblings had helped you get back to your feet as they knew about the whole situation where as your parents had been angry at you for acting in such childish manner but you knew they would react this way with their beliefs.

Today you had a day off from working at the studio, so you decided to go pick up avery and Shae take them out somewhere. You grab your car keys after taking a shower as you previously were going through your closet and cleaning old things out. You arrive at the school in about 20 minutes, you walk in only to walk into someones chest, you should seriously be more careful while walking. As you look up to see a handsome brunette you haven't seen around here before, a moment later you realize that you are still standing quite close to him. You move back while apologizing "I'm so sorry, I should really see where I'm going." you say with a small nervous chuckle "it's okay I should be careful too but I apologize too." the brunette guy says "it's ok-" you were cut off by a small pair of hands hugging your legs, you look down to see your girls looking up at you with a toothy smiles (showing their missing teeth) "hello to you ma'ams." you say as you pick them up carefully as ayesha walks over "I see you have met Mr. James and you have met y/n" "I have but I didn't know the name. It's nice to meet you James." you say with a kind smile "um actually it's it's bucky but um it's nice to meet you too." he says with a nervous yet kind smile. Ayesha looks at both of you with a smile like she knows something but you let it go "I should be heading out I have to get back to the towander, have a mission to go to." bucky says with a smile "it was really nice meeting you Avery and Shae it was also nice meeting your dad. I hope I get to meet you again y/n" bucky says with a small smirk as he walks away "did he just flirt with you?" ayesha says with the biggest smile at which you roll your eyes "he didn't he was just being nice." you say as you take the girl's bags from ayesha and hug her walking back to your car.

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"I'm going out for a bit girls, your aunt sara is going to be here, I want you to behave for her okay." you say as you look at the girls as they eat dinner "okay papa." they say with a smile as you kiss their foreheads and wait for your sister to get here so she can look after the girls while you go on a small mission, your friend Sam had messaged you saying he needed some 'magic help' as he put it. So here you were in your superhero outfit. As your sister arrives you hug her and thank her for doing this for you.

"where are you y/n!?" Sam shouts over the phone "I'm almost there calm down." you say as you look at your surroundings before fully reaching for your power "where are you I can't see you?" Sam asks as he flies above you "look down dipshit." you wave your hand to make him see you "I see okay, cap and the angry bird are currently in the base making sure there are no hostages before we attack." sam lands beside you before a blast is set of by the base "oh shit." you whisper as you look at the scene infront of you, before you even realize hydra agents start to run out with their guns firing at you and sam. Sam flys up in the sky while you reach for your power absorbing the electric energy surrounding you, you use it against a couple of hydra agents, one of them gets to close to you without you taking a notice to it before the agent could harm you in any way a metal arm wraps around the agents neck before you here a cracking noise. Your attention is taken by someone in black armor and a metal arm "um t-thank you." you say before feeling someone behind you, not having enough time to connect with your power, you kick the guy in his chest throwing him back with the force of the kick then you look at the guy in the black armor taking his knife from his belt and throwing it at the agent, it hit him square in the chest. You use your powers to get the knife back to you and handing it to the guy in the black armor but he seemed like you knew him from somewhere "h-have I seen you somewhere?" you ask as you both walk back to Sam as he is standing with cap "um yeah I'm I'm bucky the guy that was at the school earlier today." he says with a small smile. "oh yeah right, I totally forgot I'm-I'm so sorry." you had an apologetic look on your face "hey it's okay I forgot thinks to at times." he replies as you both reach Sam and Cap.

"I really liked the way you fought there." Cap or Steve told you "oh well thank you, I'm kind of surprised as I had been out of practice for a while." you say and look at your watch "um it's getting late I should probably get back home." you look at Sam "cap here wanted to ask you something before you left tho y/n." Sam says as he stops you "uh yeah i wanted to offer you a spot on the team." Steve says and he could see you were about protest against the idea, he stops you "think about it talk to your kids and before you ask sam has told me about it, see how they feel about the news and if then the answer turns out to be a yes then you can move in whenever you want y/n."

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Thank you for reading this and I hope you enjoyed it. As always love you all and I hope you have a good day/night.

[infernalrevenge]

Hey there😊 I was wondering if I could request some headcanons for house dimitrescu s/o coming out as ftm perhaps reader is nervous to tell them afraid that he'll get kicked out and broken up with. I've been in a really bad funk lately and this would help thanks in advance

Hey bro, I feel you on this one. I hope this helps lifts your spirits in some way, this funk will pass and you'll be groovy once again :P

(CW transphobia in the form of non-acceptance but just as the reader's fears. Spoiler alert: They never materialize hehe.)

Alcina Dimitrescu

You were quite nervous to approach Alcina about this, as much as anyone would be about something this personal.

She always projected this image of an old-fashioned matron, whether she knew it or not. You knew she loved you, but it was still hard to shake the possibility of her not understanding.

You were prepared for the best case scenario to at least be some confusion on her part, and focused on that instead (and not the possibility that she would deem you disgusting and make you leave her presence at once.)

You steeled your nerves and knocked on the door of her office, swearing you felt your heart jump when she invited you in.

As soon as you mentioned wanting to talk about something important, she put her things down and had her full attention directed towards you. You weren't sure if that was worse.

With as calm of a tone as you can muster, you came straight out with it.

You hadn't realized you were looking at the floor the whole time, too afraid to look up and see her live reaction.

However, you didn't really have to wait long for a reply as she leaned down and tipped your chin up to her.

The disdain you feared would be on her face was completely absent, instead her expression was soft and loving. It made your heart skip in a different way than earlier.

"Thank you for telling me this, my love. That must've taken a lot of courage to say. Just know that what I feel for you has not changed -- I love you for the man you have always been, and always will be."

Bela Dimitrescu

Your relationship with Bela was all about "comfortable existence" -- you two count reading different books in the same room as doing something together.

The news you wanted to share with her, however, wasn't something you're sure would fit the "comfortable" atmosphere you two fostered over time.

You didn't want to ruin anything by coming out, but at the same time you knew you couldn't keep it from her forever. You wanted to be yourself around her, and telling her would be the first step to that reality. You just hoped she would understand, or at the very least was willing to understand.

When the time came, the two of you sat back to back while you did your own thing -- you were writing something, and she was drawing.

What she didn't know was that you were basically preparing a whole letter to come out to her and explain your situation as best as you can.

At this point, your parchment was full of crossed out lines and blotches of ink where your pen idled for too long -- you wondered if she noticed the pile of crumpled rejects on the other side of you too.

After a while, Bela was just about to turn around and ask you if something was wrong, she could feel how tense you were against her. But then, you slipped the paper to her and had her read it.

All the while, you had your back turned, knees tucked to your chest as you wished a black hole would swallow you up the longer the silence dragged on. You really wished you had telepathy or something right now, because you couldn't tell what she was thinking.

But all she did was take her place next to you, taking your hand and resting her head on your shoulder. Physical affection was rare from Bela, so this might even be enough of a confirmation of her reaction.

"I still love you, you know? If this is who you are and what makes you happy, then I'm more than okay with it. Thank you for trusting me with this."

Cassandra Dimitrescu

You and Cassandra talk about anything and everything under the sun. She's always been the type to speak her mind, especially when she gets excited.

You felt comfortable discussing anything, but this... well, you didn't really know how to get into it.

You wanted to tell her, of course. You just never found the right opportunity to (possibly because Cassandra led the conversation most of the time.)

But you knew you couldn't avoid this forever, not if you wanted to be with Cassandra for as long as you could. A part of you nagged at the fear that this would be cut short if you did say it, though.

You decided it was best to just be out with it before you could lose your nerve. After spending the night pondering over it, she barely even got to greet you before the words "I'm trans!" came tumbling out of your mouth.

"Uh... what?" (Was that a confused 'what' or an angry 'what'?)

"I'm... transgender...?"

"Oh okay. That's nice, good for you."

"You don't know what that is, do you, Cass?"

".......not exactly."

After some explaining and a crash course on terminology, you get a gentle nudge on your arm as a response -- her way of saying it was more than okay.

And that she wished you weren't so scared of telling her, but even you had to explain that, perhaps if you had any past experiences of coming out situations gone very wrong. She would seethe in anger on your behalf if you told her those stories.

If no one else were around at the time, she would definitely kiss you, just to assure you of how much her feelings for you remained the same. She didn't want any of your worries or insecurities from before this moment to stay in your mind, and she would do anything to make them melt away.

"You didn't have to be scared of telling me, but I'm glad you did. Tell me, not be scared of me. Guess from now on, you can be my handsome little man-thing, huh?"

Daniela Dimitrescu

Daniela is easily the most carefree (and oftentimes, careless) among her sisters. She also doesn't take a lot of things too seriously.

As a consequence though, you feared that it meant she wouldn't know how to handle the news. What if she didn't get it and would be weirded out by you?

Daniela wasn't dumb, you knew that, but you were still prepared to explain things if needed. She had always been curious so you weren't afraid to answer any questions she might have. You wished she would have some tact about them though.

She often drags you into mischief and a lot of the time you would relent, but the one time you stopped her first and mentioned needing to tell her something important, she was the one who tensed up.

Was she in trouble? Did you realize you stopped loving her all of a sudden? Were you going to die?! (She's a bit of a worrier when the words "we need to talk" come out of anyone's mouth.)

You were silent for a little too long and she starts to tear up, her worries getting the better of her before you stepped up to give her a hug. This already wasn't going how you planned.

After you managed to calm her down, you decided it was best to just spit it out already.

Fortunately, the revelation didn't hang in the air for too long. Daniela responded almost unexpectedly.

"Oh... wait, is it male to female, female to male, or something else?"

"Uh, female to male. So I'm a man. A trans man."

"Oh cool!" She takes your hands. "You got a new name picked out? If you're taking suggestions, I think--"

Wait what?

Turned out, she was pretty aware of what being trans meant and had read up on it in books before. She didn't just read for entertainment, she retained other information too.

Still, you couldn't help the sigh (and maybe a quiet sob) of relief when she pulled you close for another hug, this time in celebration of you and living your truth.

"Of course everything's okay, babe! You're still the same wonderful human I fell in love with. I always know how to pick the cute ones."

[hanazuma-inactive]

ok thank you sm !! i requested a ftm player (who only ukai and sensei knows is trans) on karasuno and one day someone sees his binder or a sports bra or something and asks the team “wait- is y/n a girl?” ukai overhears and tells him what the rest of the team was talking abt so reader comes out to everyone pretty much on the spot and lowkey cries bc everyones accepting. srry its long and v self-indulgent but thx again ☺️

never alone (sfw special), karasuno x platonic ftm!reader

pronouns: he/him (FEMALE ORIENTED DNI!!)

warnings: mentions of slight panic, briefest mention of pre transitioning and transphobic doubts but it's a good ending :)

a/n: sfw special cuz i forgot to do this on my acc and i dont wanna go on that mess again! :), sorry if this was a bit short and diverted a little bit! i had quite a hard time writing this i hope it doesn't offend anyone. please keep in mind this is a sfw special! the rest of my acc is nsfw, so if you do not like the potential content please dni!

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you came out to coach ukai and takeda sensei a while ago. since you wanted to join the boys volleyball team you thought it was necessary to tell them about your condition. they were more than happy that you trusted them enough to come out to them but they did give you some fair warnings about joining the team. you accepted the difficulties you might face and after that you were an official member of the karasuno boys volleyball team.

everything worked out pretty well, the two introduced you to the team and they welcomed you. however, you asked the coaches to not tell your teammates about your situation and they respected your request and kept it a secret.

your time in the volleyball team really went smoothly. you became good friends with everyone and they all liked you a lot as a new addition to the team. however, one day after practice you accidentally let your secret slip.

while changing, you usually change in a private stall so that the boys wouldn't see you. but this time, you accidentally left the stall door open when you went to the washroom before changing. there it was, your binder sitting on the bench for everyone to see. and noya just so happened to have walked by the stall to see the it.

"hmm? is that a…"

noya got the idea of what it was and quickly came to the conclusion of you being pre-transition. good thing he didn't say anything right there and then but instead walked away and acted like he saw nothing. he played everything off as normal until everyone else left to ask the coaches about it. he wasn't weirded out by it of course but merely surprised. surprised by the fact you had the courage to do something that he knows he himself might not have been able to do if he was in your shoes.

the coaches told him the truth for now and asked him to keep it a secret as well, and from the looks of everyone the next day it looks like he kept it pretty well. after practice, ukai and takeda sensei pulled you aside to talk about something with you.

"hey y/n, we need to tell you something if it's alright?" takeda said kindly.

"of course coach, what's up?"

ukai and takeda took turns briefly explaining what happened. you were a little shocked when you first heard and your heart began to race. it was getting harder and harder to calm down, gaining the information that someone now knows your secret that you weren't ready to tell yet.

"y/n please calm down! it's alright, there's nothing to worry about. i know what you're thinking about. the reactions of your teammates might not be positive and all the things that follow. but we promise, the boys aren't like that. you've been with them for a while now, you know how they are. they would never be someone to say anything or do anything bad because of this, alright? so please, calm down for now." takeda said with a smile on his face, placing his hand gently on your shoulder.

"sensei is right, your teammates aren't people like that, they're very accepting friends. take a look at nishinoya for example. you know how much of a loud mouth he usually is, but this time, even he knows how important this is to you and kept his mouth shut. so c'mon, why don't we give it a shot? don't worry, we're here with you." coach ukai followed up with.

your heartbeat began to slow down and the oxygen returned back to your brain. considering the situation right now and how everyone is here there really isn't a way around it. you were going to tell them anyway but you just didn't expect it to be now. on the brightside, this way with your coaches supporting you on the side it'll be easier to come out. so that was it, you decided to come out to your team right here on the spot.

"hey everyone!" you yelled across the gym, grabbing everyone's attention. "i have something to say! if you guys don't mind gathering around for a bit?"

heads poked out of the change room. daichi came out of the supply room, and the others gradually gathered around you. all of the eyes were placed on you and despite it being a lot of pressure it was something you had to do. your tongue stopped working for a bit, unable to speak. the coaches saw this and jumped in to help you out.

"guys, y/n has something to say, please accept him and hear him out first!" ukai said with takeda aggressively nodding on the side.

everyone calmed down and waited for an answer to come out of your mouth.

"alright, i just wanted to say that i'm trans! i go by he/him and i hope that all of you can accept that!"

all went silent for a bit except for the two adults behind you. takeda practically tearing up being so proud of you, and ukai trying to calm him down.

the other began to speak.

"yah of course! why wouldn't we, good for you y/n i'm glad you can come out to us." daichi said.

"yah what the captain said! we accept you for who you are. why wouldn't we after all? your our friend and we care about you. the last thing we would want to do is to make you uncomfortable." suga followed up with a grin on his face, leaning on daichi's shoulder.

"yah yah me too, we accepted you and i think it's great for you to trust us enough to come out to us." asahi said nervously but it did calm you down a bit.

"oi oi! us too! us second years accept you for who you are. and you tell me if anyone doesn't alright? noya and i will make sure to teach them a lesson." tanaka said, punching his fists together.

"exactly! y/n you had no idea how nervous i was yesterday but i'm glad oi-"

"what tanaka meant to say was we will correct them if anyone tries or disrespects you." ennoshita said, cutting off noya.

you giggled a little in response, glad the second and third years have such a positive response to this. during this entire time hinata's eyes were lit up because this was the first time anyone has ever come out to him. yamaguchi try to calm him down to not overwhelm you. when tsukki was trying his gosh darn best to explain to kageyama what you were trying to say.

"that's great y/n! don't worry, kageyama and i don't fully grasp the idea of it yet but we'll try our best to remember it!" hinata said, giving you a thumbs up and giggling a little.

"same with tsukki and i! we'll remember it don't worry! and if anyone messes up we'll correct them as well!"

tsukki nodded along with yamaguchi, agreeing with him. same with kageyama after 5 minutes of explaining. you know that tsukki didn't look enthusiastic about it but deep down his is happy for you.

"thank you guys so much… you have no idea how much this means to me. i'll never forget this day, thank you all again." you said with tears slowly streaming down your face.

"alright now! no crying, this is supposed to be something happy! everyone group hug!" ukai proposed.

everyone in the gym gathered together and formed a huge hug, laughter filling the room, with fears and doubts leaving your mind forever.

[tomurderornottomurder]

teen dad; steve harrington

pair. steve harrington x ftm!reader

summ. steve gets reader pregnant and when reader needs him, steve's there for reader

gen. angst n fluff

tw. pregnancy, teen pregnancy, ftm pregnancy, mentions of violence, unsupportive family, birth scene (vague), coming out, probably messed up timeline (pretty vague tho)

wc. 1.5k

note. i haven't been able to write just about anything but this came to me last night and it felt good to write out. also like personally pregnancy n birth freak me out so idk where this came from??, expect a part 2, C/n = child name :)

To say things between you and Steve Harrington are complicated is an understatement. Freshman year you two were inseparable, hot on the hips, literally and figuratively. Always kissing in the halls, his arms wrapped around your waist, and your face buried in his neck. You were the 'it' couple of Hawkins High for a while. Then things went downhill. You two had your biggest falling out to date and didn't speak to each other for weeks; scathing stares across the lunchroom sent the message. And then, you discovered by some miracle you were pregnant! Only one man could be responsible and you knew it wasn't going to go well.

Steve was a lot quieter than you expected. You guess you couldn't really blame him, this was a big deal after all. You just expected more of an argument. He had asked if you were going to keep it though, and well, you didn't really know. You felt like he had taken the news a little too well or rather maybe he hadn't fully understood the severity of the situation.

Turns out, you did want the kid. Steve wasn't sure about it at first and you two had gotten into another fight over it. Steve had gotten over the fight at least -the child, his child was still something for him to process- and he came over with some flowers and other gifts, his form of an apology.

You two had tried to rekindle your relationship but it just wasn't there between your differing ideals at the time, your changing view on yourself, and Steve's blossoming feelings for Nancy. You couldn't really blame him, she seemed nice and she was gorgeous, and you, yourself, were starting to fancy someone else. 

You two were pretty distant after that, busy with your own lives among other things. The only thing that did seem to connect you anymore was your child. And Steve's fighting with otherworldly creatures and protecting other children seemed to really set his paternal instincts on fire.

Though you two had stayed distant and as awkward as Steve felt, he broke through it to at least help you buy stuff for the baby. His parents were pissed at the news, he explained to you as you both strolled down the baby aisle of the nearest department store (that was not in Hawkins), but they would help and would force him to as well. You chuckled at that and Steve found the noise quite fond to his ears.

Once (or maybe a few times, actually), he had found you trying to build baby furniture on your own. He would lean against the door frame watching you struggle only for some fleeting moments where you hadn't noticed him yet but then he'd get that ever-eating guilty feeling and he'd announce himself with a chuckle and take whatever you were working on out of your hands. He found himself reminded of why you had been together in the first place when you would endlessly protest about helping him with at least some of it, you had said. These times were few and far in-between.

To Steve's credit though, he was there at the hospital with you the whole time. It was a bit of a pain for him (which you would later laugh at), between dodging his friends' questions of where he was and your family who weren't particularly thrilled about his existence in general, it was a bit of hit or miss experience for him. To his eternal gratefulness, you were actually nice to him even while literally birthing your child, though you had been squeezing his hand so hard that even the nurses thought you might've broken it. (You did not). And it seemed Steve's presence, for you at least, seemed to make the experience better; from just having his hand to hold, to his kind of hilarious reaction to the actual birthing of the baby, he -when you weren't screaming or crying in pain- brought you some calm. Until he was handed the baby and nearly dropped it tripping over a cord. He left the baby-holding to you after that.

Steve had even spent the night much to your family's dismay but your gratitude. He wasn't exactly the best partner nor friend but you hoped, you really did as much as you would never admit it to anyone, that he would at least try to be a decent father. You, of course, understood he was a meathead and a teenager, and that he hadn't been the greatest guy freshman year but it seemed like he was changing. You just hoped it was for the better.

After some months, which had not been full of Steve liked you hoped only for the sake of your child, you had made a discovery about yourself. You had to admit how much sense it made. Alas, your family did not feel the same at all. They went even as far as calling both you and your child "Satan spawn" which later you would be able to laugh about. But for now, you stand outside your house in the middle of winter, your baby bundled up and strapped to your chest, watching as all of your stuff gets thrown out. You stand there for a good few minutes frozen in amazement before, without realizing, a torrent of tears stream down your face. You only had one place to go.

You hate this so so so much. God, your family could handle a pregnant teen but not a trans one? You scoff at the thought before swallowing what pride you had -minuscule now- and knocking on Steve's door. For some reason, you feel guilty like you shouldn't have said anything for your baby's sake and now you're about to lay it on your ex-boyfriend and the father of your kid and who knows how he'll react? Will he take your kid and shun you? Want to kill you both? Take pity on you but ignore your identity? Your impatient foot-tapping stills when the door opens.

If ever you were thankful for Steve's absent parents, it's now. You involuntarily sigh at his sight while he freaks out at yours, mainly cause you and his kid are out in the cold. Before words can be exchanged, he pulls you in by the shoulder. You sigh again at the warmth of the Harrington house.

Steve's hands are now on his hips and you can tell his mind is going a million miles an hour; it's one look of his you'll never forget. He's drawn back into the moment, his mouth moving before he can even speak. "I- What are you doing here? And when did you get a haircut?" He reaches up to touch your hair, "It's so short," He mumbles. It doesn't seem like he hates it, more just like he's surprised.

"Those are two very different questions," You point out and he seems dissatisfied. You look down at your feet before actually explaining yourself. You start out with the whole getting kicked out thing and soon enough he does it; he asks the question.

"Why?" He's bewildered. Your family definitely had been better than his about the pregnancy, so it couldn't be that, right? But what was it?

You sigh and drop your head. "You have to promise to me, no matter what, that after I tell you, you will still take care of C/n, alright?" You look up at him, holding out your pinky.

"A pinky swear, really?" His brows raise, looking at you.

"Just- Steve, please,"

"Alright, alright," He puts his hands up before hooking his pinky with yours, "I promise."

You pretty much guide him into his own kitchen, allowing yourself to sit, and having him sit across from you. You tell him that you're trans and he looks confused, even asks you what that is. You can't help your laugh, "Steve, you're making this-"

"Difficult?" He looks at you expectantly.

"No," You shake your head. "You're making it easy," You assure him. You go on to explain what exactly you being trans entails and he nods along almost too much but you blame that on your nerves. Eventually, you manage to ask, "So...?"

"So, what?" He looks straight back at you.

"Steve, you're not... mad? Or going to take C/n? Call the police? Beat me up?"

His face contorts in confusion, "No.. to all of those." His eyes meet yours and soften.

Silently, you stare at one another. Steve breaks eye contact first, getting out of his chair and walking to your side. This is it, you think, he's going to strangle me or steal C/n away. Some part of you feels like you deserve it and you freeze in place. A strange warmth fills you when Steve awkwardly maneuvers around your baby to wrap his strong arms around you in a gentle but firm embrace. You're so taken aback you don't even hug back until he whispers, "It's okay." He even runs his fingertips over the ends of your much shorter hair and says with a smile that you can just feel, "I like it. It looks really good." And with that ever intact charm of his, he adds, "You look so hot."

You snort and so does he.

[luccfher]

ㅤㅤㅤ“VAMPIBOY”

steve/eddie/robin/nancy/max/dustin/lucas x kas!male!reader.

N/A: You fuckers. Believe me, I am VERY grateful for the great support my first story got! As I said, it was my first time writing on Tumblr or writing something itself. In time I will try to find my "correct" and comfortable way to make my stories/oneshots/headcanon/canon etc!

+ If you like this type of content/story, it will help me get more inspiration for the future if you like or reblog! (or follow me). Whatever you want, you're free, my little duck. ♡

I'm going to emphasize something and that is that in the part where it is said that the reader is naked, you can really let your imagination run wild. (I say this because there can be both amab or ftm, honestly that doesn't matter, both are valid! ♡).

Summary: After the third victim of Henry/Vecna/01 he decides to “banish” you leaving your adrift in a completely different world than the one you were already used to. According to him, he no longer needed you because his plan had gone perfectly.

Warnings: detailed injuries.

ㅤAlthough this story doesn't contain anything ㅤsexual I still recommend that women o fetish ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤpeople don't read.

—Ugh... My- my back..—: They're your first words when you woke up in another dimension that although you belonged before, you were snatched from that one several years ago. Your skin was completely pale, full of burns by the sun and by the pavement that boiled without forgiveness from God himself, Your naked body was surrounded by a white blanket that increased the heat and suffocating air. As soon as you became aware of what was happening, you couldn't help but feel pain and burning in your back, You let out a desperate and fearful scream causing several police officers who were securing the area to lift the blanket, them and some other people around when they lifted the blanket they all gave disgusted looks and even many of them began to say that you were an undead, a demon or Satan. The pain did not let you hear or think clearly, someone or something had scratched you to the point of leaving very noticeable marks because the blood was still fresh. They were deep wounds according to you, you could feel every ripped muscle and your weak bones.

—Kill that thing!—: Apparently everyone had forgotten about that boy who they were blaming minutes ago for your “death”. Weakly you stood up to try to run, but when you wanted to run it was impossible because the burns on your feet and your malnourished body didn't help much, you wanted to escape at all costs and it was what you did with a lot of effort, your legs were weaker and you felt like a deer learning to walk. In the end you ended up falling off a cliff which led directly to the forest. You didn't know what to do or where to go, the whole town already knew who you were and surely they were looking for you to kill you, due to the great loss of blood you crawled under a rock and fell asleep, you were waiting for death as soon as possible.

That hope of dying asleep was extinguished when you heard a boy with long, curly brown hair curse a guy named Jason and how he had ruined the best year of his life. You quickly sat up and moved your body to a part of the rock where you couldn't be noticed.—:Look at me, I'm Jason and I blame the first guy I've been picking on for years, blah blah blah:—Apparently he was so focused on his business that he ended up sitting a few meters away from you, so you tried to make as little noise as possible or else he might end up walking away and look for the rest of the town to lynch you.

You spent a while listening to the idiotic things of the boy who, to a certain extent, seemed to be telling them to you. Time passed and he tried to fall asleep telling himself that everything will be fine by dawn. He had finally fallen asleep, you were determined to get closer to see him completely and not just let yourself be guided by the shadow you saw half an hour ago, you were delicately approaching for two reasons, your injured body and because you feared that he would do something to you.—:pretty:—you whispered under your breath and ran your fingers over her hair and cheeks without even touching them, although there came a time when you rested your hand on her shoulder.—:Who the hell are you? Will you hurt me?:—A brittle and somewhat thick voice came out of nowhere, it was that boy who by inertia took your wrist and clumsily squeezed it tightly.—:my wrist.. you're hurting me:—you exclaimed letting out internal moans due to the pain, you knew that the pressure exerted would leave you with a bruise.

—“shit, I'm sorry.”

—“no problem.”

—“Correct me if I'm wrong, but.. you're naked?”

—mhm? oh!:—you were dying of embarrassment and you didn't know how to cover half your body, you were so nervous that for the first time someone from this town wouldn't treat you in a disrespectful way.

—:don't worry! take my jacket if you want, I don't need it so much now:— he got up to be able to take off the black leather jacket and give it to you carefully.—:And..uhm, why- why are you like this? naked..:—He turned around so you could put on your jacket more comfortably but he kept asking questions about your appearance.—:I was banished.. from a place:—The tone of your voice diminished as you remembered things, since at the end of the day that was Henry, he rejected you but then when he needed something from you he came back to look for you.

—“Oh, I see, problems with your parents?”

—No.. no, Henry and his stupid plan-:—And once again, your mouth was faster than your thought.

After a long night under that rock, you and the boy were trying to explain several things that happened since the first death, you finally got to know who Jason was and why he had screwed up everything, likewise he also knew more about Henry/01/Vecna. It was a night full of laughter, discoveries and to some extent full of tears for both of us—:Look, I don't know if you know dustin, but I hope I can get in touch with him in the morning and ask him to bring some clothes, okay, vampiboy?:—A “yes” came from your lips as you hugged your legs and buried your head between them. That night they also came to introduce themselves to make the atmosphere less heavy (Eddie's idea!), the truth is that you didn't know why he gave you such a strange nickname.

—“Eddie, what's..."vampi" mean?”

—“Well, they are like bats, but human and they feed on human blood, they don't like the sun because they burn if they get under it”

—“Oh.”

—“Eddie. Holy shit. Are you okay?”

—:Nah man, pretty... pretty goddamn far from okay:—You listened to Eddie while you just hugged your legs and rest your head on them.You listened to Eddie while you just hugged your legs and rested your head on them. His plan was to introduce them to his new deadlooking friend and pray to God that everything went well.—:that's near Cornwallis and Garrett-:—Munson was stopped by Steve before realizing the location:—:I know where that is:—After that you only heard how Dustin told him repeatedly that they were coming, they didn't even give him time to tell them the clothes or that he was accompanied. You started to overthink how he would deal with them and how he would explain to them without the need to tell them that you are almost dead.

When he finished speaking he noticed how you were looking at a fixed point and you hardly moved, it was very obvious that you were worried about the fact that he didn't have time to ask them for some food or clothes as minimum, he didn't know how to cheer you up or comfort you, he was going through something hard too, how could he help you if he constantly heard people cursing at him through the news. It's Eddie though, so he started making lame jokes about the situation and surprisingly got a smile out of you causing your fangs to look pretty visible.

When they finally got there the first thing they saw was Eddie throwing himself off a small rock and saying to Dustin “butthead”, You still didn't come out of hiding until the brown hair started talking about how he had met a new friend, everyone was surprised since he claimed that he had had a long talk with a vampiboy and since he was someone close to a guy named vecna—:Poor, running away is getting to him:—Max exclaimed mockingly as he kept his arms crossed and turned around to face the forest.—:No... I'm here..:—When you came out from under the rock you felt the looks of fear/shock from most, you looked at the ground while one of the girls, Robin, he was covering your naked body with his body—:Why the hell r you all staring?! Let's go, we have to get clean clothes for... I'm sorry, what's your name?:—Several woke up from that trance after seeing you halfnaked and noticing the pale color of your skin.

Arriving at the truck you sat in the trunk in front of Eddie, you felt how he was constantly looking at your hands and lips, perhaps he was very amazed since minutes before he almost had a cardiac arrest when he saw very widely your fangs. Throughout the trip you complained when several holes in the street passed, since, Ever since you were under the rock, you never told Eddie about your injuries.—: Guys! I don't think we should take a complete stranger with us... what if he attacks us or something? Eddie said he was close to vecna and-:—Lucas was interrupted by Max with a blow to the stomach with his elbow, it was not the right time to talk out loud about what was right or wrong, only they knew why they helped you.

You managed to hear Lucas and it was for this reason that Max elbowed him. You let out a sigh and ignored all noise just by closing your eyes, this was tormenting you so much, you felt that all this was almost a vision of Henry or even an illusion to torture you, your thoughts were diminishing little by little just like your guard.—:He's falling asleep, Eddie... could you?:—Steve said without concern and giving him a small gesture that was enough to know what he really meant, Eddie just nodded and gently settled your head on his lap and the rest of your body he tried to accommodate it for the remaining space that the trunk had. He didn't know where to place his hands and he hadn't thought about putting them on you, he had noticed from the beginning that you felt discomfort in your back, in the end he ended up putting his hands behind his head.

During the trip, everyone began to make theories about how a human could be in such conditions, however they did not deny that you had very... particular things.—:vampire?:—It was the first response that was obtained from Lucas after a time.

— “hey, guys... maybe he was right?”

— “What?”:—They all said the same answer.—

— “It would be like a type of "vampire", rather something similar to a vampire bat. They are characterized by consuming animal blood, but the thing it's that he can survive 6 months without food, now the question is... where he come from?”

—:I think the answer is very simple, if monsters and shit have come out of an alternate world, why shouldn't a vampiboy come out?:—For a moment most of them stared at him after his sudden and ironic response, but he wasn't wrong and less so after the talk they had had under the skull rock, everything made sense. As soon as they got to Steve's house, he and Eddie tried to pick you up so they could get in, when they managed to make you aware of the situation you started denying strongly and unconsciously your nails on the Munson boy's arm.—:Light... makes my skin... u-uhm...:—The lack of words made you feel useless, you didn't know, or rather, you couldn't find the right ways to express what you needed.

When they managed to understand you, they decided to take some clothes to the truck and that you will change in there, when you were finally about to put on a blue jacket with white lines, Nancy came in from the other side and very conspicuously noticed the large scratches that you had all over your back.—:what happened to your back?!:—His shout alarmed the others, causing them to approach in a hurry—:What are waiting for? bring alcohol, cotton and some bandages!:—That's when they started looking like crazy. Time passed while Nancy tried to heal your wounds and you just writhed from the immense burning when she placed alcohol to disinfect the wounds.—:Hold still, I don't want to hurt you more than you already are:—You resisted for a few moments and made the suffering end as soon as possible, obviously you had to bite your lower lip to not let out any kind of noise. Luckily the burning stopped when he put on some gauze pads with tape and the bandages.

When you put on your shirt, everyone settled back in their respective seats while they went over the plan to get on the boat to look for the portal.—:And exactly what will we do when we get there? 'Cause I highly doubt we'll all fit in one boat:—Eddie was as nervous as everyone except for one person in particular, you. You knew what everything was like in that world, every "secret" inside the upside down so you had to be answering thousands of questions that they asked in search of calming their nerves, obviously your answers were very few and were more signs than anything else.—:As i told you, robin, (y/n) can't go with us 'cause his wounds they don't heal at all:—You admired the way Nancy seemed like a born leader, and especially how everyone had listened to her... well, almost everyone since Dustin spent a lot of time with his idea that he should go within the boat because he had discovered the portal and apart because it was his compass.

the end was very dry and perhaps without much desire, I know and I'm sorry for it, but my brain was not giving for more. T-T

I used as a reference to the reader's wounds a photo of a character that was played by Joseph:

Without further ado, I say bye bye and please, be patient with the stories.

[twoheartswrites]

He Gets Jealous

Male Reader (FTM Friendly) x Hank Anderson

Fluff/SFW/Short Jealousy + Possessive-ish HCs

Hank?

Jealousy? Yeah right.

I mean, yeah, that one cop is getting a little too touchy/flirty with you, but that shouldn't bother him

But it does.

When Hank's jealous, he'll keep it to himself. He'll never say a word about it at first

He'll just scoff and look away, but keep tabs on that cop

When you finally reach over to Hank, although he's not a touchy person in public, he'll suddenly not mind it.

He'll run his fingers over your hand, tracing one finger on your promise/wedding ring

He'll call you a sweet nickname such as "Prince" or "Pretty boy"

He'll have his eyes only on you, studying every little feature on your face

You're his guy, and he's devoted to just you

so how dare another person try to hit on you?

And do expect to have at least one hickey on your neck the next day

If this is outside of a work environment and some stranger is hitting on you, he doesn't hold back as much

He'll make up an excuse for you to avoid the person

or side eye the person until they're so uncomfortable they leave

He's a sweetheart, and it's not easy to make him jealous, but when he is, just expect double amounts of affection from him

[totiredtowrite]

Could I make an emergency request where ushi comforts his trans bf who doesn't pass and has just started his transition- really struggling with that and school rn :')

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Ushijima trying his best to comfort his ftm boyfriend who doesn't pass well

Warnings - Dysphoria, not passing well, stuff along those lines

Note: Hey man, if it makes you feel better, there r plenty of cis dudes who don't even pass, and they have a whole dick 🤕. Hope the going gets better <33333

FEM ALIGNED READERS (SHE/HER, SHE/THEY), PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT

⇰ Ushijima Wakatoshi was very much a blunt, simple guy.

When you told him that you didn't identify as female, he understood. (Mostly). He switched up your name and pronouns fast and he never made any mistakes. He thought that if it was so easy for him, why would it be difficult for anyone else? It really wasn't that hard to change a couple words around.

Even if you don't look too masculine, he still sees you as his boyfriend. Open and shut, that's what you were.

He tries his best to help you, he really does. He'll give you his clothes, (not understanding that they're a little large), he'll change your contact name from your deadname to '(y/n) <3.' He doesn't quite know how to admit it, but he wants to be as involved in your transition as he can be.

The fact of the matter is, to Ushijima, it doesn't matter if you pass or not. All that matters is you're happy, and if you're happy, he's happy.

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