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actualjenna · 2 years ago
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If you’re still taking requests! Can you draw the silly bushman (and his swag mullet)
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MY MAN
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darylmydix · 2 months ago
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THE SCARS WE SHARE | daryl dixon - 003
summary: you were the only good thing daryl had in his life. bonded by similar trauma, you suffered abuse at the hands of your stepmother, just as daryl had suffered from his own father. when you finally decide to escape your abusive home life, you're forced to leave behind your best friend in the process. now with the world in an apocalyptic state, you're left wondering if daryl was even alive.
pairings: daryl dixon x fireader.
warnings: smut, violence, blood and gore, unrequited love, best friends to lovers, mentions of s/a, mentions of abuse, mention of suicidal thoughts/attempts, mention of drug use, use of deadly weapons, fluff, angst, slow burn, strong language, kidnapping, coercion, seasons 5-11, 18+, minors dni.
word count: 2.3k
author’s note: if you asked to be in the taglist and you’re not, i apologize. it wouldn’t let me tag some of you. and yes, the person featured in this chapter is exactly who you probably think it is. also warning because this chapter may be triggering as it has attempted s/a.
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You stare dolorously at your reflection through your vanity mirror; there was a desperate desire to wipe off all the makeup that coated your face. If the action didn’t come with an unpleasant outcome, you probably would have. Especially if it made you unappealing to whatever “guest” your stepmother had coming by.
You were adorned in a sultry black dress that was form fitting and showing off your curves. One thing your stepmother loved doing more than degrading you was dressing you up like her own personal doll. You hated it. You never pictured yourself as the sexy type. You didn't wear makeup because that merely wasn’t your cup of tea, and typically dressed down to avoid unwarranted gazes from depraved men.
Not that it mattered anyway. Dressed up or down, it still never ceased a creep from saying anything perverted. Merle Dixon proved that theory for you when he referred to you as “sugar tits” the couple times you’d been around him.
You get up from your vanity stool, shuffling over to your bed. You plop on the edge, trying to calm your nerves. You never knew what to expect from the men Sandra brought over. Some of them like to sit and talk before they get to business, while others like to jump straight into it. Some of them were vanilla and traditional, while others had kinks they were into.
None were ever too extreme, but it all made you feel filthy and uncomfortable nonetheless. What made you more unsettled was how many of the men were old family friends, or people in the neighborhood. It surely opened your eyes to how fiendish humans could be.
That’s why you always cherished your friendship with Daryl. He could be an asshole, and a bit prejudiced at times but deep down he had a heart of gold. You were lucky to be able to witness that side of him. He gave you hope for humanity.
A hard knock at your closed door interrupted your thoughts. You could feel your heart beating through your chest as it often did when this ordeal occurred. You let out a deep, unsteady sigh before speaking. “Come in.” You say. As the door opens, you’re face to face with a man you’d never seen before. “Well hello there.” He smiles, shutting the door behind him.
“H-hi…” you mutter, examining the man in front of you. He had longish gray locks, and facial hair. And he wore a buttoned up black long sleeved shirt embroidered with skulls and roses on it. He gave off a biker style. “I’m Joe.”
“Y/n.” You reply dryly, now looking away from the man.
“You’re very beautiful. I wasn’t sure what to expect.” He laughed heartily as though this whole scenario wasn’t disturbing. You don’t bother to respond, wanting the man to just get started and let this baptism of fire end. The man seemed to notice your lack of communication, and walked over to you. You tense a bit, but he suddenly takes a seat on the edge of the bed with you.
“You seem apprehensive, darlin’.” He says.
You weren't sure what he was expecting from this situation. You were being trafficked by your stepmother, and he was a dirty old man contributing to the crime. The man pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue. “Y’know,” he starts. “I get it. This isn’t the most forthcoming thing to be happening right now, and you probably think I’m just a pervy old gu–”
“Can we just… not talk? I want this to be over as quickly as possible.” You finally speak up. The man looks at you, his expression suddenly changing from faux sincerity to an off putting smile. “Oh darlin’, this won’t be quick. It’s been awhile, so it might take me some time.” He chuckles before standing up and moving in front of you.
You keep your head down, not bothering to look at him until you hear the sound of metal clanging together. The man suddenly throws handcuffs beside you where he was sitting. You scrunch your brows together, looking from the cuffs to him. “Cuff yourself to the headboard.” He says, his tone demanding and not as laidback as it was moments ago. His entire demeanor had changed like the flick of a switch.
Your eyes widen at the command. You had never been cuffed to the bed before from any of the past men. The thought of being restrained and not able to fight back if anything happened frightened you. You weren’t so willing to put your trust, or even life into the hands of this stranger, who you were now getting an unwavering feeling about. “Go on. Do it.” He pushes.
“I don’t think… I don’t think I should.” You say slowly, looking away from the man’s displeased face. “You don’t��� think you should?” He repeats your words just as slow. You nod your head. “I just wanna be comfortable. That’s all.” You try your best to get him to rethink the cuffs, but he seemed to be dead set on them. “Your mama back there told me you were obedient. I didn’t pay nearly $200 for you to tell me what you won’t do, girl.” He spat.
You cringed at him referring to Sandra as your mother. She could never be your mother. “She’s not my mother.” You correct him. The man scoffed. “I don’t give a damn who she is to you. I paid that money, and I’ll get what I want even if I have to cuff you myself.”
You shake your head. You didn’t care if you were going to suffer the consequences from this later. You’d put up with a lot of odd things from these men, but even the sheer thought of being cuffed to the headboard gave you crippling anxiety. You stand up from the bed, the man still towering your small frame. “I’ll get you your money back,” you assure him. “But I can’t allow you to cuff me.” You stand firm on your decision.
You tried to push past him to leave the bedroom, but were suddenly snatched by your wrist and pulled back. “Ain’t no need for that girl because I’m getting my money’s worth.” He says before tossing you to the mattress. You quickly try to get back up, but he’s pushing you down and grabbing the cuffs. “Get off me!” You shout, struggling against him.
“You’re only going to make this worse for you. Stop squirming.”
A stinging sensation comes across your cheek and you cry out in pain. The man had slapped you, leaving your cheek heated. “Sandra!” You yell for your stepmother in the most desperate attempt to get the man off of you. You knew better though. Your stepmother didn’t care what happened to you. As long as she got money, you were at the mercy of the men who paid her.
You muster up all your strength, finally able to flip the man off of you. He falls to the floor with a thud and a “oomf”. You use this opportunity to quickly jump from the mattress. The man swiftly gets back up to his feet. You know you had no time to make it to the door without him stopping you. You run to your dresser, grabbing the razor blade off the top of it.
Joe approaches you in ignorant bliss, unaware of the tiny blade you held. “Nowhere to run, girl. Let’s just bury the hatchet and start over. No cuffs.” He offers as if you were going to let this psychopath have his way after what he tried to do. “Fuck you, pig.” You snap.
“Have it your way.” He says, lunging at you. You speedily swing your arm, the blade cutting the man’s hand. He steps back, holding his bleeding hand. “You little bitch!” He shouts in pain. You take this opportunity to run to the door, ripping it open as you run out to the living room. You head for the front door, but are immediately grabbed. “Hey!” Your stepmother shouted. “What the hell’s going on? Where the hell do you think you’re going?”
“That bastard tried to assault me, didn’t you hear me screaming for you?!” You cry.
“Assault? Did you forget your place, girl? He’s supposed to do that.” She spat angrily, knowing she was going to lose money for this.
“He tried to make me cuff myself to the bed, and when I told him no he tried to force me!”
“You think you have a say in what goes on? I do! If he wants to cuff you to the damn bed, then so be it. He’s a paying client, and I will not lose out on my money just because you wanna bitch about goddamn handcuffs!”
You look at her through wide eyes. Your stepmother was always cruel, this was no shocking matter. But to let this man attempt to assault you and tell you to just deal with it? You refused. You shake your head, snatching away from her grasp. “No.”
“No?” She questions. “I’ll teach you to tell me n–”
“I want my goddamn money back, bitch!” Joe came stumbling into the living room, his hand dripping blood. Your stepmother turns to him, her eyes drifting from him to his hand. “What the fuck happened to your hand?” She asks.
“That little whore cut me, that’s what!” He grimaced. “I want my money back, or both of you bitches are gonna pay.”
“Listen, I’m sure there’s a way we can work this out.” She tries to reason with him. As the two of them go back and forth, you use the opportunity to make your grand escape. You whip around, running to the front door before jerking it open and running outside. You could hear your stepmother yelling your name as you ran down the street barefoot.
You run to the only place you could run to, the only person you could run to.
You ran the entire 20 minutes until you finally reached the trailer parks. You walk through the gravel trail, ignoring the pain of rocks digging into your feet. You’re relieved as you see the Dixon residence lights on. You walk up the stairs, frantically knocking on the door.
“You get into some kinda trouble again, boy? Who the hell is bangin’ on the damn door like the feds?”
“Hell should I know?” You hear Daryl’s voice, footsteps approaching. You step back as the door opens with Daryl on the other side of it. Daryl’s staring at you, a worried expression on his face as he looks your shaken frame over. “Who the hell is it?” Will yells.
“It’s for me.” Daryl responds, closing the door as he steps outside. “The hell happened to you?” He’s grabbing your chin, looking you over. “Is that blood?” There’s a hint of fear in his voice at the thought of you getting hurt that bad. You nod your head. “But it’s not mine,” you assure him. “It’s some guy. I cut his hand after he tried to…” your lip quivers, eyes watering as you try to force yourself to explain to him, but he stops you.
“You ain’t gotta repeat it. He still there? I’ma kill that son’na bitch.” He stomps down the stairs. You follow him. “Daryl, no, wait!” You grab his forearm, stopping him. “Fuck we waitin’ for, huh?! I ain’t just gonna let ‘em get away with it!” He swings his arm in frustration.
You shake your head. “It doesn’t matter,” you say. “Last night you said this doesn’t have to be our reality…” you pause before speaking again. “So run away with me.” You speak through glossy eyes.
Daryl stares at you with a blank expression, as though he didn’t hear you. “What?”
“Let’s run away,” you repeat. “We could go anywhere. We could start over. Get out of this fucking dead weight town, with these twisted fucking people. Me and you…”
You await his answer, hopeful that he’d agree.
But he didn’t.
“I can’t.” He replied.
“What do you mean you can’t? Yes you can. We could leave right now and never look back, Daryl–”
“Man, I said I can’t!” He snapped. “I can’t just leave Merle alone with that asshole in there. He’s my brother.” You stare at him in shock. “And what am I to you?” You ask him. He doesn’t answer, looking away from your hurt gaze. “What am I to you?” You ask again, your eyes watering. He still doesn’t answer, almost as if he’s afraid to say.
“You think he cares about you? You’re not even worth a damn to care about.” Sandra’s voice echoes in the back of your mind.
“Oh god… Sandra was right. You don’t give a damn about me…” you push past him, on your way to leave the trailer park but Daryl hastily grabs you. “Aye, stop. You know that shit ain’t true. I just… I just need you to wait. Once Merle’s outta jail I’ll tell him so he can come with us.”
The thought of Merle tagging along wasn’t ideal. All his presence would do is drag Daryl down and the whole point of you two running away together was to get away from bullshit. Unfortunately Merle brings bullshit wherever he goes. Regardless of that fact, there was no clear way of knowing if he’d even come along when he’s out.
“And what if he says no? Then what?”
Daryl goes silent again, but that was all the answer you needed. You nod. “I get it,” You whisper. “Stupid of me to ever think you’d choose me over blood.” You sniff, laughing at yourself. “When he’s out,” you say. “We’ll ask. I’ll wait a little longer.”
“Will you?” He speaks up. Now it was your turn to go silent, not answering his question as you began to back away to leave. “I’ll see you later, Daryl.”
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chocsra · 1 year ago
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hello!
i’m so glad to have found this blog as i saw your lala land inspired fic awhile ago, and just as i saw going to open your account, tumblr refreshed💔
anyways, i ADORE your writing!!
if not too much to ask, may i ask for chuuya (whatever age you prefer) x fem reader with the one bed troupe? (enemies to lovers hehehe)
reader has a tendency to grab on and get on top of things in her sleep, pillows, sheets, attractive ginger men, you name it!
they wake up in each others arms, like literally TANGLED with each other
once again, many thanks for your amazing writing!
"Embers"
16! Chuuya x gn! reader
A/N: thank you sm anon! sorry i didnt get to this sooner omg 😭😭 also omg i was contemplating whether i should do the petty enemies to lovers like in my lala land oneshot or like hatred. kinda did a mix of both but since the req said enemies to lovers i made it more mean 💔💔 sorry for the language guys i swear a lot. also after writing is i realise there are no gender descriptions so enjoy
content: swearing, slowburn, denial, fluff, enemies to lovers, subordinates, mafia work
"Fuck you,"
A cold air chilled through the night's breeze, you had just completed a tough mission for the Port Mafia. A planned out heist only prestigious members of the mafia could carry out. And here you were, with probably the subordinate you'd rather tear your own ears off than be next to. Chuuya Nakahara, a jewel smuggler known for his deadly duo named Double Black, with Dazai Osamu.
There was practically nothing to like about him - as a person, friend or subordinate. Upon your hang outs with the Flags - a mafia subgroup composed of young blood, his contribution to the group was like an angry fucking dog.
"I didn't even fucking say anything," you respond dryly, irritation laced in your voice. The hotel you were staying at for the time being was pretty grand. Only problem is, among slamming your items down on the cold wooden floor, blood slithering in the cut flesh of your stomach; there laid a king sized bed, clean and fresh, the silk matress looking as tempting as ever - but fuck, there was only one of them.
"You fucked up my flow." your subordinate hissed, clicking his tongue in annoyance before running to the bed, contaminating his dirty ass on the damn bed by laying on it. "Well fuck you too!" you shout, following him to pull him off the bed. "You're gonna make the bed dirty you shithead!" you tug on the sleeve of his arm annoyed, the ginger looks at you offended, the sweat from the hot air from outside making his orange locks stick to his forehead. "It's not like I'm sleeping on it?!" he retorts, letting his arm get dragged by you off the bed.
"Well obviously..!" you scoff, crossing your arms as his low-lided stormy grey eyes bored into yours. You can't lie, he had medium to longish hair tied in a low ponytail and.. You could almost pinch yourself for thinking of that, fuck yourself, [Y/N]. "Y'know what, just fuck yourself, man!"
...
It's been about 30 minutes, and you've got to calm yourselves down just a little bit. Since there was no couch in the hotel, you begrudgingly agreed to let him hang around on the bed and then sleep on the floor. You had your hair down, and wore some loose pjs.
"How did I fuck up your flow again?" you ask in a whisper, muttering into a pillow. "Mm, you attacked too early, I wasn't able to get my flow, ya know?" the boy arrogantly side eyes you, you snicker mockingly in response. "It's because you're such a fucking tryhard." you answer, pulling the thick blanket over yourself. "Tsk," he clicks his tongue in irritation yet again, turning away from you slowly as he sat on the bed. "I'm not a tryhard, I'm just that good." the redhead responds, you could almost taste the smirk on his stupid little face right now.
"Nuh-uh."
"Yeah-huh."
Neither of you reply after that. A soothing, comforting silence fills the room, he watches as you eyelids get heavier, and you finally close them and seem to drift away to sleep. The teenager thinks to himself: he likes you the most when you're not talking, specifically asleep; but truthfully, he shouldn't like you at all.
2 minutes pass, and he's still on the bed. "I hate you," he whispers, brushing some loose strands of hair out of your face.
5 minutes pass, and he's still on the bed. "That was a joke, by the way." the ginger says to your sleeping figure, "Not like as in 'I hate you' that's a joke. I fixed your hair as a joke, it was bothering me." an expected silence filled the room as your reply.
11 minutes pass, and he's still on the bed. Maybe Chuuya Nakahara is just a creep that likes to watch people sleep as a hobby. "I'm gonna go now.." he whispers to himself, but as if a scene from a horror movie played, your sleeping figure grabbed onto the bottom of his shirt.
"..[Y/N]?" the ginger murmurs in confusion, slowly turning his head around. You sleepily let go of your pillow and wrap your hands around him - the same kid you'd rather rip your own ears off than talk to him, by the way.
Chuuya Nakahara doesn't remember much from that night. He remembers the cold chilling air, pulling you closer to him, he remembers counting the freckles on your face, admiring your eyelashes and how your hair gets matted from the pillow, worst part of all; he remembers telling you something that isn't 'I hate you'.
"You look stupid," he mutters in your ear, his hands were snaked around your shoulders as rumpled hair and half-closed eyes were all that's in sight. "..You look pretty too, though."
He swore to not to talk to himself ever again after that.
...
It was a peaceful morning, the tinge of the sun's rays rained down on your skin, and you felt practically engulfed by a heater, almost like you were hugging one.
Unfortunately, you found your arms wrapped around your subordinate, Chuuya's waist. And you found him sleeping with his lips brushed against your forehead, his arms cradling you with such gentleness you never thought he out of all people could have.
2 minutes pass and you're still buried in his warmth. "..Chuuya?" you murmur, watching how the sun kisses his hair's colour ever so beautifully.
5 minutes pass and you're still buried in his warmth. "I hate you, y'know? How'd we even.." you trail off, noticing and counting the freckles on his face: 1.. 2.. 3, fuck!
11 minutes pass and you're still buried in his warmth. "That was completely serious by the way, I really do hate you-"
"Do you talk to people in their sleep as a weird hobby or something?" the redhead mutters with closed eyes, horrifying you with the fact that he was awake.
"What the actual fuck-"
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mysteriawrites · 1 year ago
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Hello! I'm here to request a romantic MHA matchup if you could please! I'm a 17 year old female but I look and act mature for my age(due to trauma) so I often get mistaked for being older than I am sometimes. Some good qualities of mine are maturity, being level headed, and being motherly/caring. Some bad traits can include bluntness, coming off as cold, and forgetfulness. I'm an introvert so i hate being around crowds and speaking infront of people I also have social anxiety so that doesn't help... I would much prefer staying at home watching anime and cuddling my pets rather than going out... More of my fun and loud side comes out around my friends or the right people. My hobbies or things I enjoy include hanging out with friends, swimming, listening to music, art(especially pottery), laying in bed on my phone, animals(I currently work with animals as a job), watching anime and other TV series, the ocean(I love water if I could choose a quirk it would be water based), stargazing(I love galaxies, the moon and stars I find everything so fascinating), the colors black, blue, purple, then finally the goth/emo style and aesthetic! Some dislikes of mine are bananas, P.E./sports(volleyball is okay tho), and men/father figures in my life-. My music taste includes the artists, The Neighborhood, Girl In Red, The Arctic Monkeys, Billie Eilish, Melanie Martinez, Alec Benjamin, Corpse, Cave town, Conan Gray and Cigarettes after sex! I'm omnisexual so either gender could work but in mha I lean towards having a stronger preference for the guys compared to the girls so do with that what you will. Traits I dislike in others are immaturity, impatience, disrespect, pushing boundaries, and not listening. Traits I look for in others are respect, kindness, understanding, patience, and humor. A bit about my appearance is I have longish black hair, pale skin, freckles, i'm a bit chubby, and tall(5'8). Im also very insecure and I doubt myself a lot but I'm trying to work on that! Some love languages include words of affirmation, quality time, physical touch and sometimes acts of service. I have mental and physical health issues so I would need someone who could accept and be able to handle that. I would also need someone that would accept that I have trauma as well. I would want this relationship to be a two way thing so its very important that they give the same effort I'm giving into the relationship. I would prefer not to be matched with Denki, Bakugou, Iida, Tokoyami or any adult since I'm a minor. I think thats it... I'm sorry if I missed anything you needed or if this is to long! I understand if you don't get to me right away! I hope your having a nice day! Thank you!
Hello Hello thank you for the request. I'm sorry about all the things you've had to go through, and I hope this makes you a little happier even if only for the amount of time it takes you to read it. Maestro if you will...DRUMROLL PLEASE!!!
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IZUKU MIDORYA!!!
I think Midoriya is the one who will best be able to heal your heart. You've both been through such hardships in your lives, Izuku would be the one to help you overcome you struggles and traumas with his determination and big heart.
When you first come to UA, you're a bit like Todoroki was, closed off and kept to yourself. The girls tried to pull you into their activities, and you would to avoid being rude, but you were quiet and preferred to keep to yourself.
Midoriya didn't like how you were alone all the time and seemed to be hurting. he wouldn't push and make you uncomfortable, but he would try and make more of an effort to be your friend.
He would offer for you guys, to train, eat lunch, and study together, but you would usually say no. Until one day during the internships (yes you guys ended up at the same agency by pure coincidence) he took a hit for you.
After you guys got back, your mama bear switch turned on and you made him sit down so you could heal his wounds. You lectured him on how reckless he was and asked him why he would do such a dangerous thing for you, and he said it was because he cared about you.
After that you soften up a bit. You would take Midoriya up on his offers to hang out, although at first it would only just be the two of you. Over time however he starts to introduce you to the rest of group deku and you all become a very tight nit circle of friends.
As the friends to lovers trope tends to go, as you two got closer Midoryia started to fall for you. Now as brave as he may well be we all know that he can be an awkward little nerd, so when he realized this, he started panicking.
He goes to his friends for help, but they don't seem to be able to help much. Idia and Todoroki don't know a lot about romance, and he is too shy Asui and Ururaka (although they had figured it out already) so he goes to the he looks up to the most: Almight.
Almight's advice for him was that all he had to do was speak from the heart and be himself. So that's what he did. He walked up to you one day and asked if you could speak in private where he confessed his feelings for you.
You and Midoriya's dates usually consist of sharing each other's interests. You guys will watch your favorite animes together (sometimes he will act out the scenes to make you laugh). He may not be super into art, but he loves every single masterpiece you make for him. He also likes to take you out to eat, but you guys eat outside or take it to go and eat it somewhere nice to avoid large crowds.
You also scold Midoriya for hurting himself all the time. That he can't save anyone if he doesn't take care of himself. And he takes care of you and allows your mature motherly facade to come down so you can be vulnerable for once and feel safe.
All in all, you guys are very wholesome. You understand each other's needs and take care of others as well. You cover each other's backs on and off the battlefield.
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Sorry this isn't as lengthy as the others im writing this at almost 3 am but I really want to stick to schedule so these can be done on time especially the anons to make sure they'll see them.
Runners Up: Kota Izumi, Shouji Mezou, Kirishima Ejiro
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bubblepopsims · 1 year ago
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"wait when did I get up?" Demetri: "Hey bubbles." "what the hell?!?!?!Demetri???" Demetri: "Yes. hello. as I was saying, I enjoy hiking, and animals and I want a lot of kids." "huh? wait what?" Demetri: "I am telling you my traits oh and I love to dance." "dancing? what kind?"
(Demetri is how I usually make my men.. XD hairy,longish hair, beefy and cuddly as hell)
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nightmare-dreamt · 1 year ago
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Hello! I'm here to request a romantic MHA matchup if you could please! I'm a 17 year old female but I look and act mature for my age(due to trauma) so I often get mistaked for being older than I am sometimes. Some good qualities of mine are maturity, being level headed, and being motherly/caring. Some bad traits can include bluntness, coming off as cold, and forgetfulness. I'm an introvert so i hate being around crowds and speaking infront of people I also have social anxiety so that doesn't help... I would much prefer staying at home watching anime and cuddling my pets rather than going out... More of my fun and loud side comes out around my friends or the right people. My hobbies or things I enjoy include hanging out with friends, swimming, listening to music, art(especially pottery), laying in bed on my phone, animals(I currently work with animals as a job), watching anime and other TV series, the ocean(I love water if I could choose a quirk it would be water based), stargazing(I love galaxies, the moon and stars I find everything so fascinating), the colors black, blue, purple, then finally the goth/emo style and aesthetic! Some dislikes of mine are bananas, P.E./sports(volleyball is okay tho), and men/father figures in my life-. My music taste includes the artists, The Neighborhood, Girl In Red, The Arctic Monkeys, Billie Eilish, Melanie Martinez, Alec Benjamin, Corpse, Cave town, Conan Gray and Cigarettes after sex! I'm omnisexual so either gender could work but in mha I lean towards having a stronger preference for the guys compared to the girls so do with that what you will. Traits I dislike in others are immaturity, impatience, disrespect, pushing boundaries, and not listening. Traits I look for in others are respect, kindness, understanding, patience, and humor. A bit about my appearance is I have longish black hair, pale skin, freckles, i'm a bit chubby, and tall(5'8). Im also very insecure and I doubt myself a lot but I'm trying to work on that! Some love languages include words of affirmation, quality time, physical touch and sometimes acts of service. I have mental and physical health issues so I would need someone who could accept and be able to handle that. I would also need someone that would accept that I have trauma as well. I would want this relationship to be a two way thing so its very important that they give the same effort I'm giving into the relationship. I would prefer not to be matched with Denki, Bakugou, Iida, Tokoyami or any adult since I'm a minor. I think thats it... I'm sorry if I missed anything you needed or if this is to long! I understand if you don't get to me right away! I hope your having a nice day! Thank you!
Matchup for Magically-enchanted-girl
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MHA: Tamaki
You to much would prefer staying inside and spending the day together instead of going out with a big crowd of people into the loud and crazy areas. To be honest, the only people Tamaki needs in his life are his friends, family, and you. He doesn't need anyone else to tell him how to live or what should be best for him, all he needs and wants are those who he holds close and cherish. Indoor date nights are frequent with the two of you and that's fine on both ends. The two of you enjoy watching movies together and getting a bunch of snacks and blankets to cuddle up together on the couch. There are times when Tamaki gets confident and takes you out to a nice dinner just so he can see the smile on your face and the sparkle in your eyes.
You brought the idea up to him about going to a pottery class and making pottery together. He was hesitant at first but went along with it knowing that it would make you happy. The two of you ended up having a lot of fun together both being able to bring your creations home and putting them up as decoration. He won't say it out loud, but he stares at your piece remembering that was spent together.
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arctic-hands · 1 year ago
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[Image Description: first image: digital doodles of two men, both wearing name tags in their shirts. One man is taller and with longish shaggy hair and beard stubble, his mouth wide open in speech as if yelling. This man is labeled "My cis coworker". The Cis Coworker is shouting "Bro what do you think about that Pete my boy. ["bro", "Pete", and "boy" are all in allcaps]"The second guy is shorter with shorter hair that isn't colored in, with bangs and mustache stubble, and wearing earrings. This man, who is smiling in a little V shape, is labeled "Me (not passing well in my uniform)". Second image: Pete, now with darker hair, is speaking to a much taller coworker, who has short hair with spiky bangs and glasses. Taller Coworker is saying "you r so small Peter, you are so short, I'm fifty centimeters taller than you I will never call you a girl but ill [sic] probably call u a oompa loompa." To which Pete, craning his head up replies with "O.K. T.Y." Third image: Pete speaking to another coworker, only slightly taller, with glasses and a baseball cap that says "Park" on it. Pete starts the convo with "hello im [sic] a guy", to which the coworker replies with "cool do you like One Piece". End I.D.]
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there’s a guy at work who’s forcing everyone in the breakroom to gender me right by yelling my name at any given moment 
he also said he was sorry he read my deadname on the worksheet but was “going to get black out drunk and probably forget dw” 
edit : im a trans guy, im out and on T but im very short that’s why my buddy asserts my gender for me i repeat he’s not outing me he’s doing it to keep me from being misgendered
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getoswhore · 3 years ago
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JEAN’S THIGHSSSS MY GOD AND UR RIGHT THEY CALL THE WRONG THING A HORSE
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look at this beautiful beautiful man
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jessybarnes · 2 years ago
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Unintentional Distraction
Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader 
Rating: 18+ Only!! Minors DNI!!
Tags: NSFW TITLE CARD!!!!, SMUT, filthy shameless smut (Lord help me if Sebastian ever sees this lmao.), fluff, Sebastian’s hands (is that a warning?), some talk about Civil War but I don't think there are any spoilers, fingering, squirting, multiple orgasms, oral (male receiving), unprotected sex, slight degradation, slight dom/sub, name-calling, hair pulling, biting, choking, overstimulation, explicit language, crying, teasing, and I think that's it. 
Word Count: 3,805
Beta: T. Thompson 
Title Card: Yours Truly 
A/N: This was based on yet another TikTok and the encouragement of my amazing friend @madashatters18
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It was way too early for your phone to be ringing, so you couldn't be blamed for the slight irritation in your voice. It was your day off and all you wanted to do was sleep past eight in the morning. 
"Hello?" 
So much for that.
"Y/N/N? I'm sorry to wake you up, love. I need to ask you a huge favor though."
You squinted at your alarm clock, propping yourself up on your right arm. "Sara? 'S like six-thirty. What's wrong?"
She sighed and took a moment before responding. "You know that Marvel panel I was supposed to attend today?"
You groaned and sat up against your headboard, "you need me to go and film it for you, don't you?" 
Sara gave a sound of affirmation as you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes. "You owe me. Where is it and what time do I need to be there?"
She squealed and you were suddenly thankful you had her on speakerphone. "Thank you thank you thank you! The panel starts at noon and it's at the Hyatt Regency hotel. The one right outside of downtown." 
You hung up with her and set an alarm for nine before sliding back underneath your covers. If you were going to endure a thirty-minute long panel with a room full of people then you needed more sleep. 
Two and a half hours later you reluctantly crawled out of bed and shuffled to your bathroom. A hot shower and six outfit choices later, you finally decided to wear your black cocktail dress and a pair of red stilettos. You straightened your hair and applied some makeup before grabbing your red clutch. Checking to make sure you had your driver's license, debit card, chapstick, and cellphone, you locked up and took the elevator down to your car. 
Traffic was light and before you knew it you'd parked in the hotel's parking garage. The gentleman at the front desk gave you your credentials and a seat number, which happened to be in the middle of the front row. 
Great, I'm gonna be right in their line of sight. 
Taking your seat, you crossed one leg over the other and prepared your phone so it was ready to record. It was about ten minutes until noon and the conference room was buzzing with activity. There were four chairs spaced evenly, and a man with dark hair and glasses sat on stage right with a microphone in his hand. He smiled at the crowd and gestured to the empty chairs.
"Please welcome the directors of Captain America: Civil War, Anthony Russo, Joe Russo, and Bucky Barnes himself, Sebastian Stan!" 
Everyone in the room, including you, applauded as three other men took to the stage. The first man also had dark hair and glasses. He was wearing dark blue jeans and a beige shirt with a black vest. Next to him was another man, but this one was a bit shorter than the other one. He had salt and pepper hair and wore all black. Finally, Sebastian, who apparently played the character, Bucky Barnes, took the seat next to the host. He was tall, probably around six feet, with longish brown hair and cerulean eyes. He was also sporting all black, but his jacket was leather. 
You couldn't take your eyes off of him. He was gorgeous, and you silently thanked Sara for asking you to take over filming this panel. Oh, shit! That's right! Your eyes widened as you fumbled with your phone, accidentally dropping it in the process. It slid across the wood floor coming to a stop right in front of the stage.
Sebastian smiled softly, bent down to grab it, and held it out to you. If you could sink into the floor, you would.
"Th-Thank you."
He winked and your breath hitched. "No problem, darlin'." 
Things went smooth for a little while, mostly standard questions about the film itself: how the idea of Civil War came to be, the way they reversed the roles of Captain Rogers and Tony Stark, and the process of incorporating Bucky to be the center focal of the film. You noticed Sebastian’s sense of humor right away. His little jokes about Bucky's metal arm and how waiting on the Russo's is kind of like waiting for Christmas making you giggle. 
You'd never seen a Marvel movie, but you had to admit Bucky's backstory seemed quite interesting. Characters with a good dynamic and a damaged past always seemed to draw you in.
About seven minutes in, you found yourself continuously watching Sebastian’s hands. He fidgeted a lot, sure, but the fact that they were so large, and the thought of them touching you, made you squeeze your thighs together with want. God, this man was sexy without even trying. 
He'd occasionally make eye contact with you, offering you a little smile each time, and it made you think that he was aware of the effect he had on you. It wasn't until about eighteen minutes in that your previous thought became a reality. 
A woman was called on to ask a question and she directed it towards the Russo brothers. It had something to do with location, but you couldn't really be sure because it was apparent that Sebastian was teasing you.
He had to be. His ankle was draped over his left knee while his right hand rested in the crease where his leg was bent. He had his middle, ring, and pinky fingers stretched out, the tips of them tapping a staccato rhythm. The moment his index finger curled inward and moved in a come-hither motion you nearly moaned out loud. You were so focused on his movements that you didn't realize he was staring straight at you, watching you worry your bottom lip with your teeth. 
When you finally moved your eyes back to his, he was smirking deviously.
Fuck! There was no way he wasn't reading you like a book right now.
The last half of the panel continued normally for the most part. It was hard to focus on the questions, but you did recall someone asking Sebastian what he'd say to Bucky if he had a chance to talk to him before he became the Winter Soldier.
He chuckled and said, "don't worry. It's gonna be alright." Then someone else asked one of those hard-to-answer questions. It was something along the lines of what they wanted for Bucky's future. Sebastian shook his head and the whole room gasped when one of the brothers said that he didn't have one. 
The last few questions weren't directed at Sebastian, so, of course, he kept stealing glances at you. He was clearly flirting now, and it made you wonder what his plan was after this event was over.
You didn't have to wait long because the host finally announced the panel's end. Everyone clapped as the guests walked off stage and you were honestly surprised that Sebastian didn't give you any inkling that he wanted to continue your little cat and mouse game. 
Well, at least you could pair your disappointment with the bottle of rosé in your fridge. Sending the video link to Sara, you followed the crowd of people towards the exit. Before you were able to push your way out the door someone tapped you on the shoulder.
"Excuse me, miss?"
You turned and met the eyes of the host.
"I was told to tell you that Sebastian would like to meet you."
You blinked, "he um…he does?"
He nodded and pointed to the curtain they went behind just moments ago.
"Yeah, if you go through there and hang a right you'll come to a hallway. His green room is the second door on the left." 
You looked at him for a few seconds before slowly making your way across the room. The closer you got the more your legs shook, and by the time you were outside the door all you could hear was the loud thumping of your racing heart. You knocked lightly, picking at your nails in anticipation.
"It's open!"
His voice made you shiver as you opened the door with a shaky hand. 
The room was cozy, probably ten by ten, and was well lit. There was a table with an assortment of finger foods, soft drinks, and champagne, a flat screen TV mounted to the wall, and a coffee table surrounded by two chairs and a couch, which Sebastian was sitting on. The way he was staring at you made it hard to maintain eye contact with him. You weren't scared per se, but everything about his demeanor exuded dominance. 
"What's your name?"
It was a simple question. You shouldn't even have to think about it, considering it's been a muscle memory answer since you were a toddler. The thing was, this was not a normal situation, and right now your brain has decided that it no longer wants to participate in this conversation.
You heard him get up, his shoes making a soft sound on the floor as he stalked toward you. He was so close now, the intoxicating smell of his cologne surrounding you making you dizzy. 
"Look at me, doll."
As nervous as you were, you still did what he asked and slowly let your eyes travel up his body. Your gaze raked over his toned calves, thick thighs, narrow waist, broad shoulders, and finally his insanely beautiful face.
"There's no reason to be scared. I don't bite...hard." He chuckled and watched as you played with your hands.
"I um…Y/N…"
Three words. Three little words were all you could manage and when his fingertips touched your arm it made your knees buckle a fraction.
"Jesus, you're shakin' like a leaf, sweetheart. C'mere. Come and sit with me." 
He brought you to the couch and sat down, pulling you with him.
"Would you like something to drink? There's water, Diet Coke, Sprite, and some champagne."
You looked at your lap and licked your lips. "Just um…w-water is fine, thank you."
He poured you a glass and handed it to you, watching as you sipped at the cool liquid.
"So, I couldn't help but notice the way you were lookin' at me earlier." He took the cup from you and set it on the table, his thumb and index finger tilting your chin up. "Especially my hands. You seemed…quite focused on the way I moved them." 
Your eyes were hooded, full of lust, as you nodded. "Well," his baby blues flicked down to your mouth, "I can assure you they move well in other ways too."
You whimpered and held your breath as he leaned in. "Just say the word and I'll stop, but," his thumb swiped your bottom lip, "I don't think you want me to."
Sebastian closed the distance and immediately slid his tongue against yours. The hand that wasn't cupping your cheek wandered south, grabbing underneath your left thigh. The moment you whimpered into his mouth his grip tightened possessively. 
He pulled away, staring at your kiss-swollen lips for a moment before meeting your eyes. "Can I take this off of you?"
He was obviously referring to your dress, but the reaction time of your brain was practically nonexistent so you just nodded dumbly.
"Oh, princess," he chuckled, "I can't believe how wrecked you are right now. Can't even speak and all I've done is kiss you. I'll bet," he curled a section of your hair around his finger, "you're absolutely soaked."
Your eyes fluttered closed as a shaky breath fell from your parted lips. He stood and pulled you to your feet. "Turn around, baby." 
Once your back was to him, he moved your hair to one side. "You have such pretty skin. So smooth and soft under my hands."
He planted a kiss right where your neck met your shoulder and that was the moment you finally found your voice. "...please!"
"Oh," he cooed, "there's that sweet voice. Tell me what you need, sweetheart."
Instead of answering him, you reached behind you to tug at the zipper. "Patience, Y/N," he admonished as he grabbed your wrist. "I'll give you what you want, but it's gonna be at my pace. Is that understood, doll?"
Fuck! You'd never wanted someone so bad in your entire life.
"Y-Yes…"
He leaned down right next to your ear, "yes what?"
You whined as another wave of arousal made your panties even wetter. "Yes, sir." 
"Good girl."
He slid the zipper down torturously slow, your newly exposed skin erupting in goosebumps. Sebastian made a low appreciative hum at the sight of your matching bra and panty set.
"I like this color on you, baby. Can't wait to see you in more though. I bet you'd look absolutely stunning in red."
Your mind was still trying to process the fact that he'd just insinuated there was going to be a 'next time', so you couldn't help the needy moan when he began peppering kisses between your shoulder blades.
"Mmm, that was a pretty sound," his teeth nipped at the base of your neck making you suck in a sharp breath. "Gonna have to see if I can make you do that again." 
"Sir, please… please touch me."
He smirked against your skin. "I am touchin' you, sweet girl."
Now there was no doubt in your mind. This man was trying to kill you.
"T-That's not…I need…"
He laughed softly, "I told you to be patient, honey. I'm busy admiring what I've decided is now mine."
His words made your brain short circuit and you were about to start begging for more when you felt his fingers slide the dress over your shoulders. Gravity took it to the floor leaving you almost bare to him.
"As much as I love the way lace looks on you, I have to admit it'd look even better on the floor."
Once he was done undressing you, except for your red pumps, he turned you back around to face him. 
"Beautiful," he breathed.
His kiss was bruising, possessive like he was marking his territory. His left hand trailed down over the pulse point of your neck, barely grazed your nipple, and finally came to a stop right above your clit.
"How bad do you wanna cum around my fingers, princess?"
You didn't answer right away so he got closer, his lips inches from yours. "I mean, if you don't want to then I can stop. We could watch a movie instead. How 'bout that?"
Your eyes shot open, the mere thought of him leaving you like this made your eyes fill with tears. "No! P-Please… I… I'm so… Sir, I can't… please. Just please!" 
His right hand brushed a loose tear from your cheek, "oh, baby. Shh, I was just teasing."
He pressed a chaste kiss to your lips. "Don't worry about how loud you are. Let them hear. I want everyone to know who's making you feel this good."
He swirled one thick digit around your clit pulling a loud, desperate sound from your throat. "Jesus sugar, you're fuckin' dripping. Did I do all this? You really got this wet from watching me move my fingers?"
Your left hand gripped his bicep like it was a lifeline. "Yes! Yes, fuck, please! Please make me cum! Wanna cum so bad, sir! Want you t-"
He pushed your feet apart and cut you off with another kiss. "Breathe, baby. I'll take care of you, okay?" 
Sebastian alternated between rubbing your clit to circling your entrance for a few minutes. It wasn't enough, but at least he was doing something. Finally, he shoved two of them inside you, starting a steady pace.
"Oh, fuck yesssss," you hissed and threw your head back.
"Yeah, honey? 'S that what you needed? Needed this pretty cunt stuffed full of my fingers?"
He quickly added a third one making your eyes roll back. "Oh, my god! Oh, f-fuck! More! Please I-I want more, sir!"
Sebastian took your bottom lip between his teeth and pulled. "You sure you can take all four, doll? I don't know if this tight little pussy can handle that much."
You dug your nails harder into the leather of his jacket, your moans now echoing throughout the room. "Fuck! Yes, just…  - oh, god - … I can take it, sir!" 
He stopped moving, his pinky rubbing along your folds until it was wet enough. There was a blunt pressure that made you squeeze your eyes shut, but soon Sebastian had four of his thick, long fingers buried inside you.
You clenched around them making him moan with you.
"Shit, honey. You love this don't ya? Love havin' me fingerfuck you like a needy little whore."
You cried out as he began moving again, the obscene sounds of how wet you were mixing with your desperate pleas for more. "Oh, god! You're gonna make m-me cum!"
Sebastian moved his hand faster, his fingers curling while he pressed his thumb against your clit. "Do it, Y/N. Drench my fuckin' hand, doll."
He scraped his teeth against the skin just below your ear and that was it. Your legs shook, his name a guttural scream as your cum coated his hand, your inner thighs, and the floor. 
He held you up, kissing you breathlessly while aftershocks of the best orgasm of your life sparked through your body.
"That was so damn hot, baby. Got me hard as a fuckin' rock watchin' you squirt all over me."
You raised a shaky hand to his chest, "please I need it… please I need you inside me so bad."
Sebastian raised an eyebrow. "Listen to you, sugar. You sound so pretty begging for my cock. You want me to fuck that tight little hole, hm? Fill it full of my cum?" 
You couldn't take it anymore. Dropping to your knees, you undid his pants just enough to free him and wrapped your lips around the swollen head.
"Son of a-, fucking hell, Y/N!"
He moaned sinfully and it only fueled your desire to hear it again. Taking him down your throat, you looked up at him and swallowed while swirling your tongue slowly.
"Oh, my fucking god, baby! Stop, honey I don't wanna cum yet. Sweetheart, stop-stop-stop I- fuck - babydoll…"
As much as you loved seeing him a babbling mess, the need for him to stretch you open was much greater. 
"Fuck me until I can't remember who I am, sir."
He growled and pulled you to your feet. "Bend over. Hands on the wall. Now. I won't ask twice."
You didn't need to be told twice. He kicked his pants off and took off his leather jacket before coming up behind you. Sebastian grabbed one of your ass cheeks roughly and smacked it hard.
"I mean it. I want this whole hotel to hear you scream my fucking name. 'M gonna absolutely ruin you, princess."
The part of your brain in charge of forming a response was rendered useless as he snapped his hips upwards until they met the back of your thighs.
"Fuck, Sebastian!" 
He didn't give you time to adjust, his fingertips holding onto you tightly as he pounded into you with reckless abandon. It was so good, he was so good, and you were one hundred percent certain everyone in a five-block radius knew it too.
"This what you wanted, doll? My cock stretching you open? Fuck, you feel good."
He smacked your ass again, the action making your walls contract around him. "Shit! Yeah, baby. That's it, Y/N… take it. Take my fuckin' dick."
You could barely breathe, let alone think straight. His filthy words, the sounds he made, the way he was slamming into your sweet spot, it was all too much.
"G-Gonna...Oh, fuck Sebastian!" 
He gripped your hair and pulled your head back, the new angle making your vision go white. "Yeah? Gonna cum, princess? C'mon, give it to me. Soak my fuckin' cock, Y/N. Right fuckin' now!"
He held you by your throat and applied delicious pressure making your second orgasm crash into you with the force of a hurricane. A gush of slick covered him and your legs as you shook uncontrollably in his arms.
"FUCK! You're such a good fucking girl." He didn't stop, but his thrusts slowed considerably. "I know you've got one more, sweetheart." 
You whimpered. "I-It's too much… I can't… Please, sir…want you to cum."
Sebastian moved the hand that wasn't around your throat to your clit making you thrash from overstimulation. "You're gonna give me another one. I know you can do it, sugar. Can feel this pretty pussy tightening around me."
The harder he fucked you the louder you got, and when he bit your neck you swore you were going to pass out. "That's right, doll. Scream. Scream my fuckin' name. You feel like heaven, Y/N, so warm and tight. Swear you were created just for me." 
Sebastian turned your head to the side, clumsily kissing you as he sped up his movements again.
"That's it, honey. You can do it. One more. Gimme one more, baby. Oh, shit...shit, I'm gonna cum! Gonna fuckin' fill you up! C'mon, pretty girl, let go one more time for me. Fuck, Y/N! Fuck, I'm gonna…"
He came with an animalistic grunt, the feeling of him coating your walls sending you over the edge a third time. 
Both of you were panting wetly against each other’s lips, a thin sheen of sweat covering your bodies as he pulled out of you.
"Jesus fuckin' Christ that was amazing. You did so well for me, sweetheart. You're perfect."
Words failed you. Hell, you could barely stand up, but you still gave him a blissed-out smile anyway.
"C'mere, love. Come sit and drink some water. I'll get you a blanket too."
Sebastian got you situated before putting his clothes back on. He sat next to you and pushed a few strands of sweaty hair out of your face.
"You with me, babydoll?"
Your head turned to the side, your eyes fluttering open as you looked at him. "Mmhmm. 'M sleepy."
Sebastian chuckled and unlocked his phone, "I promise you can rest soon, but for now, I need you to stay awake for me."
"Kay…," you took another drink and licked your lips. "Whatcha doin'?"
He tapped a few times on the screen before he answered you. "I just extended my hotel stay for four more nights."
You downed the rest of the glass and let it rest between you and the couch. "Why? Big plans?"
Sebastian smirked and pulled you in for a slow, passionate kiss. "Yeah," he breathed. "Big plans to fuck you over and over into the king-size mattress."
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uncle-fruity · 2 years ago
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Hello! Just wanted to chime in as a 5 ft nothing trans dude who started T at the ripe ole age of 29 that it is 100% one of the best decisions I've ever made in my life.
I know people are really horrible about short men to the point that it can be a major source of anxiety for lots of trans dudes. People think it's okay to body shame men in general. But hey, anon. Hey. I'm gently holding your face in my hands and looking at you straight: fuck those male beauty standards. It's okay to be short! It's okay to have a small dick! It's okay to be very skinny! It's okay to be very fat! It's okay to be hairy - or not! It's okay to be bald! It's okay to have long hair! And I can ASSURE YOU that there are plenty of cis men who are skinny and short who are handsome af and pull all sorts of sexual/romantic partners (if that's your thing). WE get to create our own standards of manliness, and if anyone's telling you that men don't do X or don't look like Y or don't act like Z, they can suck an entire carton of eggs. Fuck that! Be who you are and own it!
And fwiw, most people gender me correctly at a glance. Usually, if they don't, it's because they haven't gotten a good look at me. (I have longish hair, so they often see that at a glance and think Woman - but that happens to cis men with long hair, too.) And I still have years ahead of me to really come into my body, because T takes time to build up and make changes.
There's a chance if you start really really early and go through your first puberty on T you might get a bigger growth spurt, but I genuinely don't know the science on that. All I can say is that T is working quite well for me, and just like OP said: if anyone's telling you you're too old to hormonally transition after 18, that person is not trustworthy. Either they're uneducated & don't know many trans folks who went on T later than 18 (which accounts for MOST of us, I'd say - hormonally transitioning young is a rather new thing & still a privilege that many don't have), or they're telling you anything they can to discourage you from looking into it further because they don't want you to transition.
Anyway, best of luck anon! I say do whatever you want forever and fuck the haters!
Hrt is 100% illegal for minors here and the state is trying to make it illegal for anyone under 25. Do you know if there will actually be any significant changes if I were to start at either 18 or 25? I want to go on t once I’m able but I don’t know if it will be worth the money if I’m too old. 25 doesn’t seem old to me but everyone says that once you hit 18 you might as well not bother cause it won’t do enough. I’m very feminine looking, and very short, and I’ve been scary skinny and malnourished most of my life, so even if I had started at like 11 when my natural puberty started I’m not sure I would ever have actually looked like a man.
Well first off, if someone tries to convince you (or anyone) that going on HRT after you turn 18 is "worthless", they are a dirty liar you should not trust. So many people go on HRT after 18, after 25, and older. It is absolutely worth pursuing if you want it no matter how old you are when you have the chance.
I couldn't convince my parents to let me go on HRT until I was 18, and can pass as a cis guy if I want to, and I have extremely obvious hips (which my mom suspects have changed a bit since being on T but honestly I haven't been paying attention), and I'm also short. Honestly people going on HRT at the same time cis people go through puberty is a really modern thing. Starting as a teen requires the combination of accepting parents + enough money + realizing you are trans and vocalizing your need for HRT at the right time. Most trans people start after they are 18!
Its definitely worth pursuing HRT when you are able to get it. If you ever decide to make a fundraising post (for HRT or moving to a different state or both) feeling free to tag me & I'll reblog it.
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lotti-lyric · 2 years ago
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Hello! I'm here to request a romantic MHA matchup if you could please! I'm a 16 year old female but I look and act mature for my age(due to trauma) so I often get mistaked as an 18 year old or even older sometimes. Some good qualities of mine are maturity, level headedness, and then I can be motherly. Some bad traits can include bluntness, coming off as cold, and stubbornness. I'm an introvert so i hate being around crowds and speaking infront of people I also have social anxiety so that doesn't help... I would much prefer staying at home watching anime and petting my pets than going out... More of my fun and loud side comes out around my friends or the right people. My hobbies or things I enjoy include hanging out with friends, swimming, listening to music, art, laying in bed on my phone, animals(I want to work with animals as a job), watching anime, the ocean(I love water if I could choose a quirk it would be water based), stargazing(I love galaxies, the moon and stars I find everything so fascinating), the colors black, blue, purple, then finally goth/emo style and aesthetic! Some dislikes of mine are bananas, P.E./sports(volleyball is okay tho), and men/father figures in my life-. My music taste includes the artists, The Neighborhood, Girl In Red, The Arctic Monkeys, Billie Eilish, Melanie Martinez, Alec Benjamin, Corpse, and Conan Gray! I'm bisexual/omnisexual so either gender could work but in mha I lean towards having stronger crushes on the guys and only some lighter crushes on the girls so do with that what you will. Traits I dislike in others are immaturity, impatience, disrespect, pushing boundaries, and not listening. Traits I look for in others are respect, kindness, understanding, patience, and humor. A bit about my appearance is I have longish black hair, pale skin, freckles, i'm a bit chubby, and tall(5'8). Im also very insecure and I doubt myself a lot but I'm trying to work on that! Some love languages include words of affirmation, quality time, physical touch and sometimes acts of service. I have mental and physical health issues so I would need someone who could accept and be able to handle that. I would also need someone that would accept that I have trauma as well. I would want this relationship to be a two way thing so its very important that they give the same effort I'm giving into the relationship. I would prefer not to be matched with Denki, Bakugou, Iida, Tokoyami or any adult since I'm a minor. I think thats it... I'm sorry if I missed anything you needed or if this is to long! I understand if you don't get to me right away! I hope your having a nice day! Thank you!
charlotte’s interlude 💗- hi!! i’m so sorry for the delay!! i hope you enjoy this match, it was super fun to write!! you sound so cool, take care of yourself! have a great one!
warnings; anxiety mention, animals, swearing, insecurity
i match you with…
Shoto Todoroki
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this for you both!! ^
he loves how level headed you are, you’re a real pillar of stability for him
he isn’t too fond of crowds either so you both prefer to have dates indoors, stargazing on a balcony or listening to music and just laying together
when you’re comfortable with talking, he loves listening!! he could listen to you, a small satisfied smile on his face for hours
“Oh, it’s nothing love. Please continue :)”
he’s so amazed by your knowledge of animals!! he’s just so impressed and finds your devotion so damn cool
your pets love him bc he always brings toys and such 💗
he thinks it’s so cool you can swim as well as you do!! you look so graceful he’s so weak for you
he always does what he can to help with your self esteem! he’s so proud of you!!
“You amaze me everyday. You’re doing astoundingly, darling.”
you both mutually work on yourselves together!! your relationship is very much a two way street
you understand each other, everything is mutual and genuine and it’s just so pure!!
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thessalian · 3 years ago
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Thess vs TLoVM Ep. 6
So now that I have a decent desk chair, actual liveblogging!
Hello, Dominic Monaghan!
Matt really is in every episode, isn’t he? Then again, men with brown longish hair aren’t exactly uncommon. Still, there was an eyepatch! And then he was crushed like a soda can.
So the giants look like Ryuk from Death Note. That’s ... special.
“What, ‘cos we all know each other?” THANK YOU, GROG.
So @true0neutral needs to watch this because Yennen is such an awesome priest of the Dawnfather.
Oh SHE SEES ORTHAX DAYUM. I’m sorry, but seriously - beyond the white hair and everything, he hasn’t said enough to determine how much he’s changed yet.
See, I liked the conversation about who’s actually leading, and Keyleth did actually put it best. They each lead when it’s appropriate for them to lead. They shift and change leadership roles depending on what strength is required to get through anything that gets in their way. That’s always been Vox Machina’s strength. It’s when they start thinking any one of them is The Leader that they get all fucked up.
Okay, this is Grog as I know and love him. “Yeah, all this sucks and it’ll probably make a good fight and that asshole fucked me up with his sword so I kind of want to kill him but this just sucks and-- wait. These assholes mean no ale? I. Would like. To--” “GROG NO.” “Oh, let him destroy a thing or two. It’ll be a good warm-up for him.”
I’m sorry, Yennen. But it sounds like Percy’s friend Archie hasn’t changed one tiny bit.
“You’re playing on my emotions. And I can’t say I blame you.” Yeah, nobles and priests sometimes have to be manipulative little shits, but I do love the, “You’re playing me. And it’s working. And I’m so proud of you” tone of voice.
...They’re actually going to do the beret. Oh. My gods.
This is a “Pike needs to internalise the fact that she’s worthy” thing, isn’t it. The fight with the Briarwoods even before she got hit with Delilah’s spell, her not being able to help as much as she wanted to, it’s all a doubt thing.
Well, Stonefell, there might be no room for heroes in Whitestone, but there’s clearly room for dishonourable weasely cowardly bastards using a chained-up dwarf as a punching bag. (Also you’re gonna find that heroes don’t take up that much room until they’re busting your door down. Just by the way.)
Also, HI DARIN DE PAUL! He must have had so much fun with this...
Rory. McCann. HELLO. ...So wait, we get to see Scanlan force that guy off a roof? I’m liking this idea.
This is why At Dawn, We Plan was a whole thing. You’re right, Vax. Mostly. Keyleth’s plan wasn’t bad. I mean, assuming there are any animals worth a shit in Whitestone.
"Nothing but Bad News.” PERCY YOU SHITHEAD. Still, great use of the scope.
I mean, I knew they kept the door bit, but AAAAAAHAHAHA.
“Congrats. Everyone’s getting out early for bad behaviour.” AHAHAHA I LOVE YOU VEX.
Well. That’s ... one way to get through the door.
Nice use of illusions, Scanlan!
And that, right there, is a call to vengean-- DAYUM KEYLETH. I mean, narratively speaking, crushing the head of the resistance fighter who saved the life of one of their own basically marked Stonefell and the entire Briarwood rulership for extinction, but it’s nice to see that as a catalyst for Keyleth coming into her own righteous fury. Also, hello Minxie.
Okay, now THAT was a shot. A shot that could break the haft of a maul that heavy? Also the accuracy of it. Just a really nice touch.
“I wanted you to know it was me.” GAAAAAAAH THAT’S FUCKING TERRIFYING. Kudos to the animators. Also to Taliesin Jaffe because this is all way creepier than his original yelling.
...Then again, the yelling is equally creepy. And again, kudos to the animators; rage like that tends to look laughable in this animation style, or at least ... well, two-dimensional, pardon the pun. But the combination of rage, horror and just plain disgust on his face, both during the shooting of Stonefell and later, when yelling at Vax about his vengeance...
And then the animators let him go to horror-tinged vulnerable shock. No one gets to say the animation in this is bad. Ever.
Yeah, even knowing what does ultimately happen (though I understand that liberties will be taken here), I still get that feeling that whether “I have a sister” ends well is up in the air. I mean, that “This changes nothing” scene is all it took to flag up a few very key points: that Cassandra’s in a bad situation and might well just be going along to keep herself alive, that Cassandra might hold a grudge about being left for dead (because we can see that de Rolos hold grudges), that she has been in the custody of a vampire who likely has no qualms about messing with her head... Just a couple of lines and it sets up Cassandra’s whole moral and psychological battleground, and the defenses Percy’s going to have to get through in order to make “I have a sister” a reality.
So, six episodes in ... while the campaign will always have a special place in my heart (and now I kind of want to watch it again), I like this version ... not better, but in a different way. They’ve managed to find ways to set up the important themes in a lot less time, in subtle yet powerful ways. Haven’t seen much of Mae Catt’s stuff - then again, Mae Catt hasn’t written that much - but this was a winner.
Wait.
Waitaminit.
I happened to see who wrote Ep. 7.
Travis. And Sam.
I have got to see their writing chops. I have to. It’s not an option. I require food first, though.
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clintbartonruinedmylife · 3 years ago
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Dat boy should kidnap Clint out of a base. After naked fight. Sexy.
Continued from this chapter
Two years later
“Come on, Barton, we have to hurry,” Nat teased and slapped his arm.
Clint laughed and rubbed the spot.
“We just sparred for two hours,” he said. “Fury would kill me if I would come to his office sweaty and bloody like this.”
“Fury knows you,” Nat said but she went to the woman’s shower nevertheless. “You have five minutes. If you’re not ready I’ll come and get you!”
“I’ll be there,” he said and went to the men’s shower, undressed and threw his clothes onto a bench in the locker room. He saw another pile of clothes. Maybe one of the junior agents he had seen earlier. And indeed, a young man with longish blond hair stood under one of the shower heads, the water running over his body.
For a moment Clint swallowed. The man reminded him of that Hydra boy who had kidnapped him two years ago. It took him four months to escape back then and now he stared at the man’s back who stood under the spray and showered.
With a deep breath Clint went to one of the shower heads himself, turned on the water, waited a few seconds till it was warm before he let it run over his body. He raised his head to wet his hair and turned around to face the wall. The man behind him just scrubbed his arms when Clint reached for his shampoo.
But just as he had poured some into his hand he was hit from behind and slammed into the wall.
“Hello, Clint,” a hoarse voice whispered into his ear, a voice he knew.
“No,” it escaped him. Of course he had recognized the thick Russian accent and instinctively he kicked his head back. The man groaned painfully, stepped back an inch or two and Clint twisted in his grip.
Now he could see his attacker.
“You can’t be here!” he blurted but the boy… the young man ignored it, he just attacked again. He pulled up his leg and tried to hit Clint between the legs. But even if Clint was taken by surprise to see him here, he was a professional and his instincts kicked in immediately. He moved his hip to the side and the man’s knee only hit his thigh. He groaned and Clint used that moment to attack himself, hit him in the face with his fist and the man stumbled back.
Clint just wanted to follow when the young man regained his composure and attacked, too. They clashed and both men traded a few blows and kicks and Clint could barely keep up with him. He moved so fucking fast. They slithered over the wet floor and Clint tried to get to the door now, tried to get away.
And just when Clint thought he had landed a really hard blow into the guy’s stomach the boy used the momentum, whirled around and kicked off his feet. With a groan he landed on his back. The young man moved and he moved way too fast for an ordinary human, Clint noticed. Before he could react he was on him, had grabbed him and turned him on his stomach. Clint yelped, when he forced his arm on his back.
“Here we are again,” the boy hissed in his ear. “My masters were not happy about your escape. They enhanced me.”
He sounded angry when he reached for Clint’s second arm to pull it onto his back, too. He held them effortlessly with one hand.
“They gave me the serum,” the boy snapped and let his other hand run along Clint’s right side down to his groin. “I never wanted the serum but they said since I let you escape, I had to be punished.”
“Get off of me,” Clint snarled. “Not my fault that you…”
He couldn’t finish his sentence because the young man reached between his legs and squeezed his balls so hard, he almost lost consciousness. The pain surged through his body and he could barely struggle when the boy dragged him back to the locker room.
“No!” Clint yelped when he tied his hands with zip-ties. “No! Fuck, no!”
“We are going back now,” he leaned forward to whisper in Clint’s ear, his hand on his way down to his dick to fondle it.
“No,” Clint shook his head. “You cannot escape. There are SHIELD agents and…”
“No one stopped me when I came in, no one will stop me when we leave,” he chuckled. “You belong to me and no one can take you away again.”
“Fuck you!” Clint twisted under him, moved his leg to kick him off of his body but the boy expected it. He turned his body and reached for the pile of clothes, took something… and Clint paled. He tried to crawl out of his way but the boy was fast and the electrodes of the taser hit his back, pain surged through him… and the world went dark.
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fairy-writes · 2 years ago
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Hello! I'm here to request a romantic MHA matchup if you could please! I'm a 16 year old female but I look and act mature for my age(due to trauma) so I often get mistaked as an 18 year old or even older sometimes. Some good qualities of mine are maturity, level headedness, and then I can be motherly. Some bad traits can include bluntness, coming off as cold, and stubbornness. I'm an introvert so i hate being around crowds and speaking infront of people I also have social anxiety so that doesn't help... I would much prefer staying at home watching anime and petting my pets than going out... More of my fun and loud side comes out around my friends or the right people. My hobbies or things I enjoy include hanging out with friends, swimming, listening to music, art, laying in bed on my phone, animals(I want to work with animals as a job), watching anime, the ocean(I love water if I could choose a quirk it would be water based), stargazing(I love galaxies, the moon and stars I find everything so fascinating), the colors black, blue, purple, then finally goth/emo style and aesthetic! Some dislikes of mine are bananas, P.E./sports(volleyball is okay tho), and men/father figures in my life-. My music taste includes the artists, The Neighborhood, Girl In Red, The Arctic Monkeys, Billie Eilish, Melanie Martinez, Alec Benjamin, Corpse, and Conan Gray! I'm bisexual/omnisexual so either gender could work but in mha I lean towards having a stronger preference for the guys compared to the girls so do with that what you will. Traits I dislike in others are immaturity, impatience, disrespect, pushing boundaries, and not listening. Traits I look for in others are respect, kindness, understanding, patience, and humor. A bit about my appearance is I have longish black hair, pale skin, freckles, i'm a bit chubby, and tall(5'8). Im also very insecure and I doubt myself a lot but I'm trying to work on that! Some love languages include words of affirmation, quality time, physical touch and sometimes acts of service. I have mental and physical health issues so I would need someone who could accept and be able to handle that. I would also need someone that would accept that I have trauma as well. I would want this relationship to be a two way thing so its very important that they give the same effort I'm giving into the relationship. I would prefer not to be matched with Denki, Bakugou, Iida, Tokoyami or any adult since I'm a minor. I think thats it... I'm sorry if I missed anything you needed or if this is to long! I understand if you don't get to me right away! I hope your having a nice day! Thank you!
Hello lovely! I hope you like your matchup! I’m having a bit of a stressful day since I’m in the middle of moving but I’ll get through it! I think all the first years are 16 or over as of the most recent manga arc, so that’s what I’ll be going off of. 
I pair you with… Midoriya Izuku!
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You two meet in Deku’s third year at U.A! Deku appreciates your maturity and level-headedness. It’s a nice change from the rambunctious group that is 1-A. He doesn’t mind your bluntness and helps explain away your sometimes cold attitude if you come off as insensitive to others. In addition, he helps a lot with your social anxiety, often offering to hold your hand in public situations.
I see your quirk as something water-based or ice-based, and it goes splendidly with Deku’s quirk(s)! You two are a powerful duo that no one really wants to mess with. You support his fighting style and help him defeat villains in a flamboyant fashion. Who says your quirk can’t be flashy? (sorry, my Uzui Tengen is coming out lmao)
Deku is incredibly kind, understanding, and patient, and while he’s not the most humorous, he has his quirks that make you laugh :) I see his love language being words of affirmation, both giving and receiving. He loves to tell you that he loves you and compliments you and your abilities all the time. He tries his best to help out with your physical and mental issues. He also urges you to seek help with your trauma because there’s only so much talking to him can do.
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matches-is-meow · 2 years ago
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Hello! I'm here to request a romantic MHA matchup if you could please! I'm a 16 year old female but I look and act mature for my age(due to trauma) so I often get mistaked as an 18 year old or even older sometimes. Some good qualities of mine are maturity, level headedness, and then I can be motherly. Some bad traits can include bluntness, coming off as cold, and stubbornness. I'm an introvert so i hate being around crowds and speaking infront of people I also have social anxiety so that doesn't help... I would much prefer staying at home watching anime and petting my pets than going out... More of my fun and loud side comes out around my friends or the right people. My hobbies or things I enjoy include hanging out with friends, swimming, listening to music, art, laying in bed on my phone, animals(I want to work with animals as a job), watching anime, the ocean(I love water if I could choose a quirk it would be water based), stargazing(I love galaxies, the moon and stars I find everything so fascinating), the colors black, blue, purple, then finally goth/emo style and aesthetic! Some dislikes of mine are bananas, P.E./sports(volleyball is okay tho), and men/father figures in my life-. My music taste includes the artists, The Neighborhood, Girl In Red, The Arctic Monkeys, Billie Eilish, Melanie Martinez, Alec Benjamin, Corpse, and Conan Gray! I'm bisexual/omnisexual so either gender could work but in mha I lean towards having a stronger preference for the guys compared to the girls so do with that what you will. Traits I dislike in others are immaturity, impatience, disrespect, pushing boundaries, and not listening. Traits I look for in others are respect, kindness, understanding, patience, and humor. A bit about my appearance is I have longish black hair, pale skin, freckles, i'm a bit chubby, and tall(5'8). Im also very insecure and I doubt myself a lot but I'm trying to work on that! Some love languages include words of affirmation, quality time, physical touch and sometimes acts of service. I have mental and physical health issues so I would need someone who could accept and be able to handle that. I would also need someone that would accept that I have trauma as well. I would want this relationship to be a two way thing so its very important that they give the same effort I'm giving into the relationship. I would prefer not to be matched with Denki, Bakugou, Iida, Tokoyami or any adult since I'm a minor. I think thats it... I'm sorry if I missed anything you needed or if this is to long! I understand if you don't get to me right away! I hope your having a nice day! Thank you!
alrighhhhtttttt girly pop thanks so much for asking, i really appreciated the specificity in the ask. and look, i know you said that you you leaned to the guys but i feel like you would mesh really well with Tsuyu if you didnt specify a dude. yall have similar vibes. But i eventually just decided against it, but uhhhhh heres your matchup!! i had a ton of fun writing this one.
and your matchup isss…… *drumroll*
Shoto Todoroki (yay!)
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Todoroki made a very conscious effort not to get crushes on anybody, ever. He had seen how damaging relationships could get, and there was always an ambiguous fear that he would turn out like his father. Sooo very celibate he was.
until uh oh spegettio!! you dont choose who you are and what you love in this world!!!
He would not consider himself hot headed; he would not. He would not consider himself cold hearted; he would not. But somehow emotion flowed and ebbed easier with sensible, level headed you around.
or maybe…
maybe it was the time you sat him down and asked him how he was doing. What? Why did you ask him, what favor did you owe him? was this… just your nature? to care about people, care about him?
what probably reallllly did him in was the brief glimpses of affection you gave him. Little shoulder touches here, the touch of an arm there, barely noticeable to anyone not utterly starved of affection.
Todoroki is very starved of affection.
He would pine, long, and yearn for so long before asking you on a date. It would be weeks, months, years, even if he could wait that long.
He would ask you out in a carefully planned scenario with every variable double and triple checked.
he probably wrote a script of what he was going to say and deadass pulled it out to you in front of your face.
hes trying his best honey
He was very awkward at first, but after a couple of dates,,,,, oooh boy, he treats you like a queen.
he is so determined to not be like his dad that he will literally be the textbook definition of ”healthy stable relationship”
Mans opens the door, pulls out the chair, splits the check, after you beg for half of it, glares at mineta, remembers your birthday,, wow.
and. the best thing of all. is how he gets it. he knows how it is to just HATE. your father figure and to have a lot of trauma. he feels just such empathy because hes been there.
If you wanna rant, he's there.
you wanna pretend that father figures are just a societal hallucination, he’s there
if you wanna be held close, he’s there.
he thinks your so great, by the way. you ground him with your honesty when he feels like the world is drifting away a bit, and, not to be weird but he feels super happy on the inside that you have social anxiety because he gets a little scared that something bad might happen to you, and he loves quality time with his queen!
Also, sweetie, he has a sixth sense for when you feel insecure so just be prepared to be overly showered in love and affection when every you complain about yourself.
He is definitely a fan of nicknames, kinda gives darling and love kind of vibes.
oh, and one more thing.
he will kill for you.
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hey hidey hey! I have no clue what possessed me with the kinda edgy ending there, but Todoroki would not date someone he is not prepared to risk it all for, sooooooo yeah. Tysm internet person, it was a really neat profile to work with.
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fairly-pink · 2 years ago
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Hello! I'm here to request a MHA matchup if you could please! I'm a 16 year old female but I look and act mature for my age(due to trauma) so I often get mistaked as an 18 year old or even older sometimes. Some good qualities of mine are maturity, level headedness, and then I can be motherly. Some bad traits can include bluntness, coming off as cold, and stubbornness. I'm an introvert so i hate being around crowds and speaking infront of people I also have social anxiety so that doesn't help... I would much prefer staying at home watching anime or reading than going out... More of my fun and loud side comes out around my friends or the right people. My hobbies or things I enjoy include hanging out with friends, swimming, listening to music, art, laying in bed on my phone, animals(I want to work with animals as a job), watching anime, the ocean(I love water if I could choose a quirk it would be water based), stargazing(I love galaxies, the moon and stars I find everything so fascinating), the colors black, blue, purple, then finally goth/emo style and aesthetic! Some dislikes of mine are bananas, P.E./sports(volleyball is okay tho), and men/father figures in my life-. My music taste includes the artists, The Neighborhood, Girl In Red, The Arctic Monkeys, Billie Eilish, Melanie Martinez, Alec Benjamin, Corpse, and Conan Gray! I'm bisexual/omnisexual so either gender could work but in mha I lean towards having stronger crushes on the guys and only some lighter crushes on the girls so do with that what you will. Traits I dislike in others are immaturity, impatience, disrespect, pushing boundaries, and not listening. Traits I look for in others are respect, kindness, understanding, patience, and humor. A bit about my appearance is I have longish black hair, pale skin, freckles, i'm a bit chubby, and tall(5'8). Im also very insecure and I doubt myself a lot but I'm trying to work on that! Some love languages include words of affirmation, quality time, physical touch and sometimes acts of service. I have mental and physical health issues so I would need someone who could accept and be able to handle that. I would also need someone that would accept that I have trauma as well. I would want this relationship to be a two way thing so I would try to the best of my abilities to give what they want and need back since that's how relationships are supposed to work! I would prefer not to be matched with Denki, Bakugou, Iida, Tokoyami or any adult since I'm a minor. I think thats it... I'm sorry if I missed anything you needed or if this is to long! I understand if you don't get to me right away or at all its alright! I hope your having a nice day! Thank you!
I Match You With..
Shoto Todoroki!
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study dates where you both can sit in comfortable silence
late night talks
introduces you to his siblings and mom
^^^they love you
lots of beach days
starts to listen to the music you listen to so you guys have the same music taste
likes to call instead of texting so he can hear your voice
Thank you so much for requesting!!
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