#non binary imagines

[bagerfluff]

Long White Hair Beauty

Casper x Non-Binary Reader

Prompt - Playing with hair

You stared at Casper.

Well, you were looking at Casper’s hair. You were sitting behind Casper as he read a book. You didn’t have work today and Casper said he had the entire day to spend with you.

So both of you were just sitting on your bed doing your own thing. It was nice to be with Casper, even if you both were doing your own thing. But you found yourself staring at his hair rather than focusing on your book.

You loved Casper’s long hair.

The way it flowed down his back, always perfect no matter what, a crystal shade of white. You wanted to know what it felt like, after all Casper spent a long time in the bathroom when he showered.

Not all of the time could be spent on his skin care routine. You knew that, he made you do it with him. Anyway, you wanted to know what exactly Casper’s hair was like.

Was it soft or rough, did it smell nice, could you easily thread it though your fingers? You wanted to know all of this but you also knew that Casper didn’t like people touching his hair.

Maybe he would let you, just for a moment? “Is there a reason you're staring?” Casper asked, turning his head and body to look at you. You flinched and dropped your book in your lap.

“Um”, you said, trying to think of an excuse to tell Casper. Casper just looked at you and soon you told him the truth. “I want to play with your hair”, you said, still staring at Casper’s hair.

Casper blinked, “why would you want to do that?” Casper asked, truthfully not knowing why you would want to play with his hair. “I don’t know, just want to”, you shrugged.

Casper thought, he can’t say he hasn’t thought about you playing with his hair. Casper was protective of his hair, he values it very much. But the thought of you playing with it made Casper giddy.

“I will never understand you mortals, but if you must”, Casper said while turning back around. You stared at Casper as he did this, did he just agree?

You moved your book to your side and scooted closer to Casper. You spread your legs so Casper was partly in between your legs. You reached forward and placed your hand underneath Casper’s hair.

Your hand was hovering over the middle of Casper’s back. You pulled your hand forward till you were cradling his hair in your hands. You moved your hand down till Casper’s hair fell out of your hand.

Casper’s hair felt soft, almost like water falling through your hand. You noticed Casper had stopped reading. His head was now straight up instead of leaning down at the book in his lap.

Casper was also dead still, he wasn't moving a muscle. “Is this okay?” You asked, you really wanted to do this, but not if Casper wasn’t okay with it.

You saw Casper nod, you also heard him let out a deep breath. You looked back down at Casper’s hair. You did the same thing you did the first time, but this time you threaded your fingers in his hair.

You moved your fingers slowly down Casper’s hair. It was easy to move your fingers through his hair. Casper’s hair was smooth and soft, like the best and most expensive fur.

Once you got to the bottom of Casper’s hair and it flowed out of your hands you did it again. Meanwhile, Casper didn’t know how to feel about this.

Casper was still tense.

Casper could feel his face flush as you did this. He could feel your hands run through his hair with sure care. Like his hair was made of glass and one wrong move it shatters.

Casper could feel your gaze on him. Casper felt like leaning closer to you yet pulling away at the same time. After running your fingers though Casper’s hair for a while you cradled Casper’s hair in your hands.

You brought Casper’s hair up while you leaned down. You pressed Casper’s hair to your nose and took a deep breath. Casper’s hair smelled like lemons and suger, sour yet sweet.

Casper was knocked out of his internal dilemma, “did you just smell my hair?” Casper asked, shocked. “Yes, and?” You responded, taking another sniff of Casper hair.

Casper blinked a couple times before leaning back onto your chest. You smiled and wrapped your arms around Casper’s waist. Burning your head in Casper’s hair.

Casper leaned his head back and glared at you but you just smiled. Casper leaned his head back down but he smiled. You moved Casper’s ponytail to his chest and played with it as it rested on his chest.

Casper watched as you ran your fingers through your hair. It calmed Casper down, it made his muscles relax. Casper felt current bad thoughts leave his head as he relaxed into your chest and closed his eyes.

You smiled, happy that you were able to finally make Casper let go of stuff. He needed to relax more. You pressed your nose into Casper’s hair and took a deep breath.

You needed to play with Casper’s hair more.

[queenie-the-court-jester]

Yandere farm x farmhand reader 🌾

A/n: this contains few nsfw mentions, mdni please! They're not all that yandere, just a bunch of dumb silly hybrids trying to catch their favorite humans attention. This is their intro

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★yandere farm x farmhand reader. I know this isn't original, but I always love the concept. Just minding your business, sweaty and hot from the sun, when suddenly a certain German Shepard hybrid starts sniffing you up and down, lapping up your sweaty skin and grinning when you swat him away. How did you end up here?

★maybe you came here for a summer job, maybe some relatives owned the farm, maybe you were always working here. Either way, it doesn't take long for the hybrids to notice you once you arrive.

★the bulls and cows watching curiously from the fields, the centaurs trying to peek from their stables, the merfolk living in the lake just down the property poke their little heads out. The dogs barking from their Little homes, and the cats watching from the windows. You couldn't help but gawk at the variety of hybrids, there were so many! Merfolk, avians, cattle, cats, dogs.

★your first week there was nice, the other farmhands were nice, and the owners were so sweet! Always speaking fondly of their pets, the old couple would watch them run in the field or play by the lake. You yourself found them a little annoying. Always sniffing, grabbing, nipping at your clothes. You've had to fight your overall bottoms free from one of the pooches one too many times. The cats were no better.

★your second week you meet the cattle and centaurs. And unlike the house cats and guard dogs, they're less handsy. Simply observing from afar. Occasionally sniffing you before nodding their heads and pulling away. Letting you do your job of combing, cleaning and fixing up them and their stables. The cattle would happily let you milk them, applying the breast pumps to the females and a cock pump to the males. You ignored how they looked at you strangely during milkings

★the third week you meet the avians. Odd little bunch, hopping around and puffing up their chests. They watched you enter their enclosure curiously, you were busy picking up their molten feathers because you thought they were pretty. So bright and colorful! Walking around bent over a little when you finally notice the peacock male standing right Infront of you. He gave you a pointed look before his tail feathers expanded. Looking prideful, tilting his chin up as if in an arrogant way. Swaying side to side and closer to you, while you just held the feathers in your hands, a little confused. He got closer until he let out an incredibly loud squawk. Turning around abruptly to glare at the cuckoo who bent down to poke his butt. The cuckoo gave you a grin before climbing back up the tree, using this time as distraction, you quickly escaped.

★on the fourth week, you meet the merfolk. Having been here a month, they were eager to meet you. Watching you walk on the dock with fish feed, eagerly Perking up and swimming closer. You shook out a good handful and chucked it out for the koi fish to eat. They swarmed the area until all the food was gone, simply staring up at you. One poked her head out, tilting it a bit and making a 'click' sound with her tongue. You mimicked her, doing the same. She seemed elated, making various whistles and clicks, splashing up and down the lake. The lake was manmade and filled with koi fish when it was finished, but then again there may be more fish not even the owners know about since it was so deep. How'd they get in there? You're not sure, but you just know it.

★on the fifth week your owners told you about how they had bought multiple sheep, and goats. One male for each group. Watching the loading truck approach the little barn they were finished building. So that's why it was there, they started construction when you arrived the first week. You helped the other farmhands get them situated, at first they were rowdy and a little aggressive but for some reason calmed down when you approached them. Your colleagues now called you the sheep whisperer. You quickly learned how to shave their wool and milk the goats properly. Sometimes braiding their long hair, you just wish the ram would stop headbutting the nearest male colleague for your attention.

★On your sixth week, you went for a walk in the forest when suddenly a little body of fluffy fur tackled you, growling with it's teeth barred. You looked up to see a Pomeranian hybrid, trying it's best to look intimidating. Their fluffy tail gave them away, it was wagging 100mph. They visibly deflated when you reached up a hand to pet them, letting you for A couple minutes before getting off. Walking back into the woods towards three wolves. Dissapearing with them. Not soon after you found a friendly garden naga. Just lounging on a rock and enjoying the sun. You asked to join and they let you, laying there for a good while until you had to go back to the farm. Noticing they had wrapped their tail around you, oh boy. It'll take a good while to get out. Welp, might as well make yourself comfortable and wait for the dogs to come find you

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HYBRIDS AND THEIR NAMES:

Week one, cats and dogs;

Brutus, dog hybrid, 18, German Shepard, he/him

Dolly, dog hybrid, 26, doberman, she/her

bladviba, dog hybrid, 25, black Russian terrier, he/him

Molly, dog hybrid, 17, chow chow, she/her

Sweet pea, dog hybrid, 17, samoyed, they/them amab

bubba, dog hybrid, 37, borzoi, he/him

Princess, cat hybrid, 18, ragdoll, she/her

Prince, cat hybrid, 19, Norwegian forest cat, he/him

King, cat hybrid, 27, Khao manee, he/him

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Second week, cattle and centaurs;

Miss bené, cow hybrid, 49, white park cattle, she/her

Miss blackberry, cow hybrid, 22, Aberdeen Angus, she/her

Miss Polly, cow hybrid, 26, Aberdeen Angus, she/her

Miss frufru, cow hybrid, 28, Aberdeen Angus, she/her

Miss Vivian, cow hybrid, 35, Aberdeen Angus, she/her

Big daddy, bull hybrid, 52, Aberdeen Angus, he/him

Johnny, bull hybrid, 18, Aberdeen Angus/white park cattle, he/him

Jacqueline, centaur, 19, shire horse, she/her

Timothy, centaur, 21, galineers cob, he/him

maya, centaur, 17, fjord horse, they/them

Casper, centaur, 23, ardennais, he/him

miguel, centaur, 18, Andalusian horse, he/him

harmony, centaur, 25, Breton horse, they/them

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third week, avians;

Sydney, avian, 22, cockatoo, they/he

Evangeline, avian, 19, peacock, she/her

Gabriel, avian, 20, peacock, he/him

fajarah, avian, 24, indian ring necked parakeet, she/her

Foolish, avian, 26, owl finch, he/him

simon, avian, 28, tyto alba, he/him

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Fourth week, merfok;

tancho, koi fish merfolk, 19, tancho koi, he/him

kiko, koi fish merfolk, 19, kikokuryu koi, she/her

hime, koi fish merfolk, 19, hirenaga koi, she/her

Tsu, koi fish merfolk, 19, doitsu koi, they/them

koromo, koi fish merfolk, 19, koromo koi, he/him

Mason, lake 'monster' (crocodile), 20, freshwater crocodile, he/him

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Fifth week, goats and sheep;

Sally, goat, 25, angora goat, she/her

Opal, goat, 24, Tennessee fainting goat, she/her

Sasha, goat, 26, australian cashmere goat, she/her

kim, ram, 23, dutch landrace goat, he/him

Poka, sheep, 19, Valais black nose, they/them

Juniper, sheep, Valais black nose, she/her

violet, sheep, 18, harri, she/her

azucar, sheep, 17, Columbia sheep, she/her

Wehrner, ram, 21, American black belly, he/him

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Sixth week, the forest creatures:

roxy, wolf hybrid, 19, grey wolf, she/her

Silas, wolf hybrid, 21, grey wolf, he/him

Milo, wolf hybrid, 20, albino Grey wolf, they/them

Kiki, dog hybrid, 18, Pomeranian, they/them

Coachella, naga, 27, garden snake, they/him

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[piowasthere]

'i like women!' he yells when none of his crushes r even female smh IN VRCHAT

there was this little moment in the Date, Merry, Kill ep where he yelled that and this was what immediately came to my mind and never left so i finally got around to making it kekw

this is also your annual reminder that Gemini is enby, and we should respect that and give more love to enby characters😊❤️✨

anyway alts under

the only reason i even included the VRC thing is cuz the structure of this ended up looking way too much like a thumbnail lmaoo

[0o-junebug-o0]

OH OH OH how about a coffee shop/bookstore date like reader is new to town and Spencer decides to take them out to his favorite book shop and coffee shop (gn reader if possible:3)

Ways to Say "I Love You"

thank you so much for the request! I had a blast writing this

spencer reid x gn!reader (no use of y/n)

cw: nothing, just pure fluff

wordcount: 2.6k

You pace in circles around your living room, avoiding the boxes still piled up along the walls. You’ve been here two months already, but starting as a new professor and researcher at Georgetown has kept you so busy you simply haven’t had time to finish unpacking. You suppose you could do it now, a distraction would probably help your nerves, but you’d rather continue with your circles. 

You check your watch. You have six minutes until Spencer will be here. He always arrives exactly on time, never early or late if he can help it. You take a deep breath. “It’s just a date,” you whisper to yourself. “No expectations. Just have fun.” You know you will but your heart is beating so fast and hard that you can feel it in your chest. 

To be honest, you don’t know why you’re so nervous. You’ve known Spencer for years. You met at CalTech in your freshman year of undergrad while he was finishing up his third PhD and you’ve kept in touch through letters and occasional visits ever since. He even flew out to watch your thesis defense. 

You’ve loved Spencer for nearly as long as you’ve known him and the fact that he asked you out is like a dream come true but you can’t help but worry that he’ll realize he made a mistake.

A knock at the door startles you from your thoughts and you almost trip over a box. You glance down at your watch. It’s two o’clock exactly and you can’t help but wonder how long Spencer waited outside your apartment door before knocking. You take a deep breath and run your hands down the front of your shirt, smoothing down any wrinkles in the fabric, before making your way to the door.

You will your shaking hands to be still as you unlock the door and pull it inwards. Your jaw nearly drops at the sight of Spencer. He’s dressed how he usually is, looking as good as always, but he’s wearing his glasses and smiling softly at you, a nervous flush on his cheeks. He holds a bouquet of flowers in his right hand. The bouquet is made of three types of flowers. You recognize the sunflowers and daffodils, but not pale purple, pinwheel-like ones.

“Oh, Spencer, thank you!” you say, taking the bouquet as he hands it to you. You bury your nose in the flowers and smell them with a smile. “This is lovely! Come in while I put these in some water.”

You step aside and Spencer slips awkwardly into your apartment. 

“Ignore all the boxes,” you laugh. “I’ve been too busy to finish unpacking.”

He nods, looking around your apartment as he follows you into the kitchen. He seems twice as nervous as you are. 

“Can you hold this for me for a moment?” you ask, holding out the bouquet. He nods and takes it from your hands. You turn around and climb onto the counter to reach the empty vase you’d placed on top of the cabinets once the housewarming flowers your parents sent you had died. You slide off the counter and head over to the sink to rinse off any dust. 

You dry the outside of the vase with a dishtowel before filling it halfway with water. You set the vase on the small dining table pressed against the wall. “So, where are you planning on taking me?" you ask, taking the bouquet from Spencer and slipping it into the vase. 

“There’s a nice little bookstore and coffee shop right next door to each other not far from here. I was thinking we could go there if that’s alright.”

You smile at him, his obvious nervousness making yours fade. “That sounds great,” you say. “But first, now that our hands are free, can I give you a hug?”

Spencer nods and pulls you into a tight hug, resting his face in the crook of your neck. You’ve always loved his hugs, they make you feel safe and loved. And knowing that you could probably count on your hands the number of people Spencer feels comfortable hugging makes it feel that much more special.”

“I’ve missed you,” you whisper.

“We saw each other last week,” Spencer says, sounding confused.

You chuckle and end the hug. “I know, but it still feels like it’s been years.”

Spencer’s brow furrows. “That doesn’t make any sense.”

“I’m just saying that because we saw each other so rarely before I moved here I still feel like I haven’t spent enough time with you now that I am here. Like I need to make up for it. I can still miss you even if I’m close by,” you tease.

“Oh, then I missed you too.” 

You chuckle lightly and pat him on the shoulder. “Alright then, Spence, take me to that bookstore.”

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The walk wasn’t a long one and with the nice spring weather and catching up with Spencer, it almost felt like it went by too fast.

“This is it,” Spencer says, stopping in front of a cafe. 

You look at him confused. “I thought we were going to the bookstore first.”

“We are,” he says with a smile. He reaches his hand out toward yours and after a brief moment of hesitation, takes your hand in his. You can feel yourself blush and wonder if you're as flushed as Spencer. 

He guides you toward a small alleyway about three feet wide with a cat sleeping on a book painted on the ground and leads you down it. The alley curves to the right and then back to the left and at the end is a little courtyard and an old brick building. There are stacks of books on and under a wooden table at the side of the courtyard, shaded from the sun by an awning that extends from the wall of the neighboring building. Along the back of the cafe are three small tables with two chairs each and along the third side is a small garden filled with wildflowers native to the DC area. 

A large window covers the front wall of the book store and there’s a classy-looking decal of the same image on the alley floor a sign that says “Alleycat Books”. The view inside the store is mostly blocked by stacks of books but through the gaps, you can see shelves stretching along the walls from floor to ceiling and multiple shelves in the middle of the room, all filled to the brim with books.

You look around the courtyard in awe. 

“Spencer, this is amazing!”

He smiles at you, his nose scrunching up adorably. “I’m glad you like it. But the inside is even better.”

You laugh as he leads you to the door and opens it for you with an awkward little bow. He’s right, the inside is better. It looks almost magical. Floor-to-ceiling shelves cover every inch of the side and back walls. About fifteen feet away from you, halfway across the room, another floor-to-ceiling shelf with gaps on either side acts as a divider. Two rows of three shoulder-height shelves with gaps between each of them fill the ten-foot width of the room in front of the dividing shelf and based on the line of sight you have through the gaps of the divider, the same seems to be true on the other side. A woman greets us from a small desk in the corner as we enter and Spencer waves awkwardly at her as you nod your head in greeting. 

“The sci-fi section’s over here,” Spencer says, leading you to the back half of the room. “I know it’s your favorite genre.”

You laugh and nod, tilting your head to read the titles of the books. Spencer laughs softly as you start to tilt your whole body to read the names of the books on the lower shelves. 

“I’m going to look in the poetry section,” Spencer says. 

You nod in response, your upper body still tilted almost horizontal. You hear his footsteps retreat to the opposite side of the divider. You stand to see where he ended up and can’t help but laugh when you see his hair poking over the two rows of books on the divider. 

“What?” Spencer asks.

“Stand on your toes,” you say with a laugh. 

His head rises as he does what you say and you stand on your toes as well to see his eyes poking over the books.

“I can see you,” you tease.

“Yes.” You can hear his smile in his voice.

You laugh and return to browsing the books. Your gaze brushes over a copy of DUNE and you pull it from the shelf to look at the cover. “Spencer!” you call, running around to the other side of the shelf. He looks at you with raised eyebrows. You hold out the book. “There’s no sticker! I love this book and I’ve been trying to find a copy without the sticker for so long! I hate the stickers.”

“They do ruin the covers.”

“Well, that’s it. I just wanted to show you. I’m going to keep looking.” 

You both spend almost an hour looking around the store and by the time you’re both satisfied, you’ve found three books, including the copy of DUNE, and Spencer has read two collections of poetry and found a vintage copy of The Count of Monte Cristo.

Spencer tries to convince you to let him pay for your books and after a brief and silly argument, he relents to only paying for one of them. You make sure to pay first so he can’t try to tell the cashier to put all of your books on his card. He pouts slightly when as you pay, but you won’t let him guilt you into relenting. You smile and pat softly on the shoulder as he sets his book and the third of yours on the counter to pay.

Once he’s finished, he holds his messenger bag open and you slide the books inside. Ever the gentleman, he holds the door for you again on the way out. “What kind of stuff does the cafe have?” you ask as you lead the way through the alley back out to the street.

“They have hot chocolate, so that should make you happy,” Spencer says. You step out of the entrance and turn around to watch him emerge. “They have really good pastries too. And toast with butter and honey.”

“Hmm, I think I’ll get that and a hot chocolate.”

“The toast? You nod as he opens the door for you. “Okay, I’ll order while you grab us a table.”

You look around the room for the perfect spot as Spencer heads to the counter to get in line. There’s a small table for two in one of the corners by the window and you slip into one of the chairs to claim it. 

You can’t seem to take your eyes off Spencer as he waits. He’s just so beautiful. His hands clutch the strap of his messenger bag and you can see his fingers tapping slightly. When it’s his turn he shifts his weight from side to side as he orders. He’s never been able to keep still the entire time you’ve known him, but that’s just another thing you love about him. You smile and wave at him as he turns around and a flush lights up his face. He holds up a small stand with the number twelve on it and sets it on the table as he slides into the seat across from you.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Spencer asks, embarrassed. His cheeks are still bright red.

“No reason,” you say. “You’re just pretty.”

Spencer’s face gets impossibly redder and he hides his head in his hands. “Y-you’re pretty too,” he mutters, his voice muffled behind his hands.

You reach across the table, gently grabbing his sleeves to tug his hands away. He stares at you with wide eyes. He opens his mouth to speak but before he can a waiter comes with the food and drinks and Spencer shuts his mouth again. 

You thank the waiter and Spencer mutters a thanks as well. You slide your hot chocolate and toast over to you and Spencer moves his coffee and croissant to his side of the table.

“What were you going to say before our food came?” you ask, spreading the butter and honey onto your toast.

Spencer’s blush, which had started to fade, comes back in full force. He lowers his eyes to his coffee as he tears open a couple of packets of sugar and dumps them in.

“That I’m really glad you’re here. In DC,” he says awkwardly, stirring the sugar into his coffee with a wooden stir stick. “I’ve missed being around you. And I like that you’re so close now.”

Your face heats and you know that you’re blushing now too. 

“I’m glad, too, Spencer,” you say softly. He raises his head to meet your eyes. “I really like being around you. And I’m really glad you asked me out. I’ve liked you for years and now that I’m here and we can actually see each other I would’ve done it if you hadn’t.”

Spencer smiles widely at you, his nose and eyes crinkling and his tongue poking out slightly between his teeth.

You and Spencer stay in the cafe long after you’ve finished your food and drinks, just talking about anything and everything. You tell him about your research and invite him to come to some of your lectures and he tells you about work and his team. Eventually, the conversation slows and you and Spencer walk back to your apartment in a comfortable silence only occasionally interrupted by Spencer voicing a thought because he knows you like to listen.

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Once back inside your apartment Spencer holds open his messenger bag so you can take out your books and set them on the dining table to put away later. 

Spencer gently runs his hand over the bouquet in the center of the table.

“Vinca minor,” he says softly, pointing at one of the purple flowers. “The lesser periwinkle or dwarf periwinkle. It’s a member of the dogbane family and is native to central and southern Europe and southwestern Asia. In the language of flowers, it means early and sincere friendship and tender memories.” He points at a daffodil. “Narcissus jonquilla. Commonly referred to as Jonquil or Rush daffodil. It’s native to Spain and Portugal and represents desire or returned affection. Helianthus annuus. The common sunflower, it’s native to the Americas and represents loyalty and adoration. But I mostly just included them because they’re your favorite.”

You can feel your cheeks warm with a blush and you smile big and wide at him, enough that your eyes close partially. “Spencer?” He looks up at you and you take a few steps forward until you’re right in front of him.

“Y-yeah?” he asks, stuttering slightly.

“Can I kiss you?”

His eyes widen and he nods. You reach up to cup his cheek and kiss him softly. It’s full of love and care and words that should have been said years ago but are finally being shared now. You pull away with a smile and chuckle as he chases after you slightly. You drape your arms around the back of his neck and look him in the eyes. “I love you too, Spencer.”

[kujiba]

♬Genshin characters as your deliverer

彡| ft. Arlecchino, Navia, Razor, Bennet, Shenhe, Itto

A/n: i made this at 12 am. Dunno what possesed me tbh

[forthehpfanboys]

Thinking of getting caught in the rain with Ron. Him sneaking you into his dorm room, giggling as he uses his towel to dry your hair off. Realizing how close you are and blushing. Him offering you his spare quidditch jersey because the rain soaked through your uniform and he can lowkey see- using the weather as an excuse to cuddle. Him thinking that you're asleep and kissing your forehead 🥺

Sorry if I'm sending in too many asks I just can't stop thinking about him

- 🍒

NO BUT THIS? YES.

Him brushing your hair, if it's long enough. The way he flops down onto his bed and drags you down with him. The way he wraps his long, strong, arms around your waist and pulls you straight into his side.

The way he kisses your clean hair and greedily inhales the scent of your shampoo and just- oh god he's just got heart eyes for you.

And seeing you in HIS jersey? Is making him giggle and hid his face in the crook of his other arm because he's starting to blush.

And he adores you. He wants to kiss you while the rain keeps coming down. Fuck, he LOVES you.

[bagerfluff]

Hello, saw your work on Casper’s scar and I’m now wondering if u could write about male (or nonbinary, up to u) reader that has an injury from one of Caspers attempts to kill em and how Casper would react to seeing those scars. Love ur works.

An: Your wish is my command. I really love this idea. Thank you for the ask, and I hope you like it. Have a good day/night/afternoon, and don't forget to drink water :)

The Past Is The Past

Casper x Non-Binary Reader

Prompt - Scars

"Then I was like, no that's wrong", you said.

Casper nodded, wanting to know what happened next. You had just gotten home from work and Casper was listening to you rant about work.

Mortals seemed to be really stupid somethings.

Casper was about to ask what happened next when he noticed something. You removed your jacket and Casper noticed a scar on your arm.

"what's what?" Casper asked, getting off the bed to walk towards you. Casper felt his blood boil. Who dared to this to his sunshine. You followed Casper's gaze.

"Oh this, yeah I got it when that grand piano fell from a window", you said, smiling at the weird memory, now that you know it was Casper that did that.

Meanwhile, Casper wasn't smiling.

He had done that, Casper was the one to do that. Casper had hurt you, he was the one who dared. Casper reached forward, touching the top of the scar.

You flinched, "does it hurt", Casper asked. Drawing his finger back a bit. "No, not really. It's pretty old, maybe a few years", you said. Casper touched it again.

Running his finger up and down it. It was light pink against your skin, it was right below your shirt. On your upper arm right above your elbow.

Casper did this, he had hurt you years ago. "You okay Casper?" You asked, noticing Casper looked a little out of it. "I did this", Casper said, still tracing the scar.

You looked back at the scar, "yeah you did, but that was years ago", you said. Casper looked at you, "but I did it, I hurt you", Casper said, his voice full of hatred for himself.

"Do you have more?"

Casper asked, still tracing your scar. You sighed, knowing that you weren't getting out of this. You moved away from Casper and removed your shirt.

You held your shirt in your hands as Casper looked over you. Scars were over your back and arms. "There's more on the legs", you said. "This ones from the fire at work", you said.

Pointing to a burn scar. You started telling Casper about all of the scars, all from this Casper did. Casper watched with a blank face. He did all of this.

Casper traced each scar as you told him about them. Each one a failed attempt at your death. Casper felt tears brim his eyes but he blinked to keep them away.

Casper was feeling really guilty.

He did this, to the person he loved. Loved more then anything. "I'm sorry", Casper said. Tracing the largest scar on your back. "It's fine, it's in the past", you said.

Though you knew Casper wasn't convinced.

"You didn't know me then, you were just doing what you thought was right", you said. You took Casper's free hand and held it. His other still on your scar.

"You wouldn't do it again and your sorry you even did it, that's all I need", you said with a smile. Casper looked at you, you were fine with it.

You weren't mad at him.

You weren't angry that Casper hurt you, because it was in the past. Casper was sorry and he will never hurt you again. "You're right", Casper grabbed your arm and lifted it.

Casper placed a kiss on your scar, "I will never hurt you again", Casper said. You smiled, "that's all I want, now back to my story", you said before going back to ranting.

Casper smiled, he would never hurt you again.

[mydearyanderes]

yan hypno therapist with non binary darling?

Darling wants to remove their nightmares

Divider credit: @uzmacchiato

Word count: 497

Tags: Obsession, stalking, kidnapping, hypnotism, non binary reader, non binary yandere

The moment the hypnotherapist first lays eyes on you, it’s over. Love at first sight. Obsession before the first hello. They watch you, especially at night, as you toss and turn in suffering. Perhaps you suffer because of them. Because you must feel their eyes burrowing into you, night after night. They don't know, nor do they care, but they know they have to help you. They set up fliers all around your small town for their business, coincidentally right in front of your house as well. They see you taking the fliers. They see you pondering. They see you walking towards their business. Their heart beats with excitement, fingers twitching to... help.

You sit across from the hypnotherapist in their cramped office, the air thick with something unspoken. They ask, their voice cold yet caring at the same time, "What seems to be bothering you, darling?" The use of the pet name sends a shiver up your spine. It's too close for a compete stranger to be calling you it. You sigh, your tensed body seeming to finally relax. You tell them about your constant nightmares—horrid dreams of being chased like a wild animal and cast into a cage. Nightmares of violence. Of stalking. Of twisted love. They hum as they listen to you, jotting down notes of everything you say in exquisite detail. You don't know it, but their heart pounds in ecstasy. Just being near you is almost unbearable—so much it hurts.

Of course, they hide it well behind a mask. They bring out a pendulum. They speak low, calm, "You're getting very sleepy." With each swing of the pendulum you feel your body sinking deeper and deeper into the couch as it gets harder and harder to keep your eyes open. "On the count of three, you will fall asleep." You nod slowly, your mind slowly drifting away. "One..." Your body gets heavier "Two..." Your mind gets sleepier "Three!" And like that you're out like a light. A soft, breathless giggle escapes them—giddy, unhinged. They step closer, drinking in the sight of your helpless, vulnerable form. They've seen you sleep before, of course, but never this close. It fills their body with heat. They crawl on top of your body. "Oh, my love…" Their fingers trace your cheek, reverent, possessive. "You're simply… breathtaking."

They cling your unmoving body closer to them. Their breaths grow ragged, trembling with emotion. They lean in even closer, whispering in your ear, "No more nightmares, my love. Not as long as I'm here to keep you safe…" They take in your scent, breathing in deeply, before finally lifting you in their arms. They press a delicate kiss to your forehead, lingering as if savoring the moment before walking off into their car. "You'll never fear anything again," they whisper. Cradling you protectively, they settle you into the car, whispering reassurances all the while. As the engine hums to life, the road stretches ahead—leading you somewhere only they decide.

A/N: I love this ask!! Also, you didn't specify the yans gender so I made them non binary as well :D

[in4newz]

Just noticed that there hasn’t been much, if any, coverage on the mangione trial in like a month.

Like since he plead not guilty, there hasn’t been any major coverage on the proceedings. I just tried to look up anything about the past month and I genuinely cannot find anything.

Nothing about it they’re still in jury selection, nothing about any rulings, nothing about the defending attorney or even opinion pieces. Like I know why there’s not much coverage, but nothing at all? Like we got CONSTANT updates about the depp/heard case when it was happening, but now that it’s something about an important issue that would have been the case of the decade in times past, it’s radio silence.

It’s so incredibly disturbing that they’ve filtered it out of the media and that people don’t care enough to demand it be covered. People treated it like a trend and aesthetified it to the point that an actual act of resistance means nothing now.

Also there’s like no concrete evidence in this case. It’s all circumstantial. I feel that everyone forgot that, and because of it, the idea that “innocent until proven guilty” as a precedent is very much in the process of being undermined

Edit: Putting this here again because I keep getting people misinterpreting what I’m trying to say: You guys, I know there’s nothing new to report on. What I’m saying is that when something like this happens, everyone talks about it.

Every talk show and opinion columnist and political analyst will talk give speculation and reaction and opinion on it. Like when columbine happened, every news outlet talked about it for months before the trial ever happened. It happened in 99 and the rulings didn’t come out til 01 or something. And even if they never directly mentioned columbine, they would talk about gun violence and bullying and how police weren’t trained for situations like that.

They talked about the surrounding issues. Like yeah there’s nothing new that the media has access to rn, but no one is making opinion pieces about the judges conflict of interest, no talk show is having a 20 min segment about gun violence or the state of healthcare. Twenty years ago, it would have stayed in the news cycle at least passively until the case moved forward. But now it’s been phased out almost completely.

And I know coverage will pick up when the trial starts. I know courts move slowly. I’m not trying to push conspiracy. I was simply making an observation that it was strange that there was almost no talk about it, that it’s been phased out of news cycles, and how there’s no widespread conversation about the issues surrounding the shooting.

Also, I only used depp/heard in the original because it was the most recent case I could think of. And because I was tired and thought this post would be seen by like 20 people max, so I didn’t bother wording it as precisely as I could have. Columbine and the OJ Simpson case are better examples to work off of.

I just wanted to clarify what I meant so I stop getting comments that misinterpret what I’m trying to say and people being rude about it.

What's next?

[teplejtrouba]

a detective who has a partner🔍 and a partner💕 who are friends so the three of them end up doing a lof things together and the detective refers to them as "my partners" and doesn't realise this makes everyone think they're polyamorous (they do end up polyamorous by the end of the story)

[i-really-like-phrogs]

Re-read the script for ‘Beetlejuice Goes Hawaiian’, and it inspired me to make a silly little scene with my favorite niece and uncle as a warmup.

Please DO NOT TAG AS SHIP ART!!

[dreamlandcreations]

Imagine that your power is that you are able to mimic other powers...

Imagine that your power is that you are able to mimic other powers and you accidentally copy Jordan's, resulting in changing your gender and being stuck like that...

[jinnie-ret]

hii, its the anon who asked about lgbtq+ readers.

what i had in mind was a nonbinary 9th member who uses they/them pronouns and interviewers and talk how hosts etc keep misgendering them and using the wrong pronouns, saying how theyre the only female member. the boys are the one to keep adamantly correcting them, no matter how many times they have to do it. the reader would be annoyed at the interviewers but glad the boys had their back, maybe the boys reassuring them at the end.

obviously only write it if you feel comfortable, thank you for answering my original ask!! your writing is great and a big comfort, i honestly think youd be great at writing it but this is your blog and only write what you feel comfy writing <333

who I am

stray kids x ninth member non-binary!reader (platonic)

genre: angst, fluff

content warnings: ignorant interviewer, misgendering

word count: 1.4k

summary: the boys support y/n for who they are, and show them that they truly have their back when a podcast goes wrong.

Thank you so much! Ok! I finally wrote it! I hope that this brings you great comfort like my other fics do too! And please give me feedback that this was written okay because I would never want to misrepresent anyone or their feelings in my writing.

As always, like, reblog if you enjoyed, and my asks are open for any requests you may have. And let me know if you'd like to be tagged when I post :)

MAIN MASTERLIST

"Welcome back to the podcast! Today we have a special guest, or guests, should I say, Stray Kids! Everyone give it up for Stray Kids!" the interviewer, Oscar, introduces us, the camera panning to us all sat in a cosy studio setting. We were currently in LA promoting our new album.

"Thank you inviting us!" Bang Chan says bashfully. We all knew of the podcast, well, us English speakers did, and we were so excited to be on the show.

"So, let's get right into it, you're here to talk about your new album, right?" Oscar smiles, looking down at his notes before asking us the question.

"Yeah, we've just released our new album 5STAR, and we hope that our fans enjoy it, and, yeah!" Felix begins to explain, smiling as he trails off, not knowing what else to add on. You give him a rub on the shoulder, letting him know that he was doing a good job. That's what you loved about being in Stray Kids, no matter who you were, you had each other's backs.

"It really is so cool to have you all here, and may I say, this really is a unique bunch of members you have here," Oscar waves his hands as he explains.

"Well, we like to think that we all bring something different to the table haha," you laugh along politely.

"Well, that's exactly what I wanted to talk to you about, Y/N," Oscar turns his body towards you slightly.

The others go 'ohhh', making you blush slightly.

"You want to ask me?" you brush your hair back, your newly cut black mullet, which went down a treat with stays.

"Yes, the reason I say you're in quite a unique situation, is because, well, it's so rare to see 8 guys and a girl in one group together!" Oscar smiles.

Oh.

Your smile dropped.

Maybe you had gotten your hopes up, thinking he'd be talking about your input on the fashion of the group, considering it was quite well known, especially with the group's growing popularity that you created many of the pieces that yourself and the boys would wear.

But no. Somehow you didn't think that this topic would be brought up once again.

"Stray Kids is family, no matter what," Hyunjin spoke up, communicating as best he could in English that gender didn't matter.

The boys could sense your discomfort at Oscar blatantly calling you a girl. Surely he's done enough research that he knows you identify differently?

Even the less confident English speakers, Lee Know and Jeongin seemed to catch on what was happening.

"And what an interesting family you are indeed," Oscar didn't notice your unease or the slightly more defensive stances that the boys acquired from their seats.

"I also wanted to comment that I think Y/N is my bias, you guys!"

Seeming to think there was a more lighter mood in the room, Y/N themself to relax a bit and laugh along.

"Come on boys, don't be jealous, I just think she's got this special quality about her," Oscar continued, thinking the frowns on your members' faces were playfully jealous of his comment.

"They are very special to us, we feel lucky to have them in our group," Han spoke up, subtlely linking his pinkie with yours as a form of comfort. The boys knew that such situations like this still hurt you, because of how you struggled to understand why you felt different and finally knew why, it was frustrating when other people, who were clearly in a position to do some research, didn't know.

Of course you'd give the benefit of the doubt, maybe he didn't know and he might be apologetic, in which case it would all smooth over.

But it wasn't in this case.

"Actually, Oscar, Y/N is non-binary," Chan began, looking towards you to see if you wanted to continue.

"Yes, I use they/them pronouns and don't identify as either male or female, I'm just, me," you shrug it off and say casually, because that's how you felt it should be. It wasn't a big deal,.it was just who you are.

"Oh wow, that's quite interesting, so you don't look at it like she's your younger sister? Or you don't think that as a boyband you have a disadvantage having a female member?" Oscar furrowed his brows.

"We don't feel the need to recognise our member by a gender," Seungmin grabbed the mic provided by the studio and calmly spoke into it, it almost fully calmed you down, his soft voice as he spoke in English filling the room.

"It doesn't matter. We are a group. Just a group of people who like making music and entertaining our stays, and that's how they like it, so..." Felix's knee bobbed up and down, and you couldn't tell if the ray of sunshine was slowly turning into a thundercloud or if he was nervous to speak his mind. You were thankful either way.

"Right... I mean, it's funny, it must be weird, like having her as a novelty to the group, almost?" Oscar said genuinely, like he didn't see an issue in how he was conducting himself.

"They are best," Jeongin threw a cheeky smile your way, making the weight on your shoulders feel just a little bit lighter.

"We're a unit. A team. I mean, it's funny, we don't feel the need to separate ourselves based on gender," Chan passive aggressively said, using the man's previous words to show he would not take anymore ignorance to how his member was being treated.

"Look, I don't expect people to understand straight away, but I can appreciate them looking at me not just for what I believe is a socially constructed view, one that I don't align with, but for my talent," you slowly explained, nerves filling your body as you hoped the way that you had explained yourself had made sense and would get a message across to the interviewer.

"See, that's something I think would bring even more attention to your success! Y/N do you think that creating this facade has brought you more fans?" Oscar questioned, his kind intentions slipping away.

"Excuse me?" you were taken aback. Facade? He thought that you were pretending?

"Hyung? We can go now? Yeah, ok, great. We'll be leaving now, thank you for your time, I think," Chan sarcastically smiled at Oscar after getting the green light from their manager that they could leave.

"So, that wraps up our interview with Stray Kids today..."

You sighed as you all got into the van, leaving the studio all together. You sat in the back with Lee Know and Changbin.

"What did he say at the end?" Lee Know questioned, rubbing your knee soothingly.

"That I'm a fake," you scrunch your face, looking at the ceiling of the car to trap your tears and avoid them from escaping.

"He has no idea what he's talking about, Y/Nnie," Changbin turned to you as best he could at the back of the van.

"I just wish I could feel normal, but sometimes it's things like this that just alienate me from everyone else, you know?" you sigh, tapping your leg with your fingers to distract yourself.

"You're far from an alien, Y/N. We don't care about what other people say, you're a part of us. Chan hyung was right, we're a unit, and we'll stay as one forever," Hyunjin reassured you.

"Plus, if anyone is an alien, it's Hannie," Seungmin savagely chuckled.

"I'M AN ALIEN ON THIS EARTH!!!" Han took that as his cue to sing his song loudly, causing you to groan and cover your ears.

"Someone help him return to his home planet," you giggled, making the other boys laugh along with you.

"Seriously though, we've got you, hm? Stupid interviewers like that have no respect..." Jeongin shook his head, feeling irritated.

"He was nice at the start..." you trailed off, thinking about Oscar's bright personality which was for sure what brought in viewers and listeners of the podcast.

"But then he showed his true colours, he was rude, you didn't deserve the disrespect, end of," Chan said from the front of the car, making his voice a little louder than normal so everyone could hear.

"Thanks, Channie," you smiled, the two boys in the back of the car with you letting you relax against them as the stress seemed to leave your body.

They had your back, always.

tagged: @skz-streamer @hannahhbahng @backintomykpopphaseagain @kiraisastay

[dewdropdinosaur]

Call It The Blues

ROSIE x READER (PLATONIC) Summary: After a failed coming out experience, there is only one place in Hell one can go for some comfort (and revenge plots) Warnings: Harsh Family to LGBTQIA. If you are experiencing hate or discrimination based on your sexual or gender identity, THAT IS WRONG! So please contact the numbers I have listed below as good resources and know you are not alone! :) For the lovely @theskylerchicagoblog RESOURCES: Trevor Project:  (212) 695-8650 Suicide Hotline: 988 Zebra Coalition:  407.228.1446

Y/N had rehearsed their coming out speech a thousand times. The words were ready, polished, and perfect, right down to the very pauses in speech. All they needed was the right moment to share their truth with their family. They had imagined a warm, supportive response—something along the lines of hugs and acceptance, maybe even some reluctance but eventual love. But life, it seemed, had other plans.

It was a sunny Saturday afternoon family picnic when Y/N decided it was time. The family had gathered for their usual weekly meal, and Y/N seized the moment, gathering their courage. As they cleared their throat and began to speak, their heart raced, but their voice was steady.

“I have something important to tell you all,” Y/N began, looking at their family with a mixture of hope and nervousness. “I’m part of the LGBTQ+ community. I’m…”

Before Y/N could finish their sentence, their mother’s face contorted into a frown. Their father’s expression went cold, and their younger sibling’s eyes widened in confusion. The table fell silent except for the clinking of silverware and the muffled sounds of disbelief.

Their father broke the silence. “Is this some sort of joke? You’re just going through a phase, right?”

“No,” Y/N replied softly, feeling their heart sink. “This is who I am. I’m not just pretending.”

Their mother’s eyes brimmed with unshed tears. “I don’t understand. We’ve always been a close-knit family. This isn’t what we expected.”

Their younger sibling, who had been silent, finally spoke up. “Are you saying you’re... different now? That you’re not really our Y/N anymore?”

Y/N felt a lump form in their throat. They had hoped for acceptance and understanding, but instead, they were met with confusion, anger, and a lot of hurt. The disappointment and rejection were palpable, and Y/N’s eyes filled with tears.

Feeling utterly defeated, Y/N excused themselves from the table and retreated to the streets the echoes of their family’s harsh words still ringing in their ears.

Desperate for a way to cope with their pain, Y/N sought solace in something that had always brought them comfort, Rosie. Rosie, with her cheerful demeanor and compassionate heart, instantly became a beacon for Y/N. The colorful world of her place felt like an escape from their harsh reality.

In a moment of hurry, Y/N ran as fast as they could to the canibal filled emporium. They pictured Rosie’s warm smile and kind eyes, imagining how comforting it would be to talk to someone who understood.The room filled with a soft, glowing light, and Rosie herself appeared, her presence warm and inviting. Y/N stared in awe, their sadness momentarily forgotten.

“Hello, darling,” Rosie said with a comforting smile. “I heard you could use a bit of cheer.”

Y/N nodded, their voice trembling. “My family… they didn’t take my coming out well. I feel so alone right now.”

Rosie’s eyes softened with empathy. “I’m sorry to hear that. It’s never easy when the people we love don’t respond the way we hope. But remember, it doesn’t change who you are. You’re still the same person.”

“Thank you,” Y/N said, tears streaming down their cheeks. “I don’t know what to do now.”

Rosie placed a gentle hand on Y/N’s shoulder. “How about we take a break from all this sadness? Let’s go have some afternoon tea. I know a lovely spot where we can sit, chat, and take a moment to just be ourselves. And if all else fails my dear, I do have some customers who would just love to…meet them.”

Y/N’s eyes widened in surprise. “You’d do that for me?”

“Of course,” Rosie replied with a warm grin. “Sometimes, a bit of tea and lady fingers is all we need to lift our spirits.”

The next thing Y/N knew, they were sitting at a quaint, magical tea shop with Rosie. The shop was filled with delicate teacups, pastries, and the soothing aroma of tea. The atmosphere was serene, and Rosie’s cheerful chatter made Y/N feel lighter.

Over tea, Rosie listened with genuine interest as Y/N poured out their feelings, their fears, and their hopes. Rosie shared stories of her own experiences, filled with wisdom and encouragement. It was comforting to talk to someone who understood the weight of rejection but also the importance of staying true to oneself.

As the afternoon wore on, Y/N felt their spirits lift. Rosie’s kindness and the peaceful environment provided a much-needed respite from their troubles. By the time they left the shop, Y/N felt a renewed sense of hope.

Back at home, things were still tense, but Y/N had found a new perspective. They knew that while their family might need time to understand, their worth wasn’t defined by their immediate reactions. And with Rosie’s encouragement, Y/N felt ready to face whatever came next.

The day had begun with pain, but it had ended with a reminder that even in the darkest times, there could be moments of unexpected comfort and hope.

[forthehpfanboys]

Rereading your fics and thinking about Ron being jealous of Harry because he think his crush likes Harry even though they obviously like Ron. Ron just staring at them and thinking of how he can't compete with Harry. His crush having to kiss him to prove that they like him. God everytime I try to write something it turns a lil angsty

- 🍒

Bro no but I've been rereading my OWN shit and goddamn.

He would get so pouty. Like he gets snappy too. He crossed his arms and bounces his leg and huffs and glares at Harry like 24/7.

They definitely argue like an old married couple like super late and the whole dorm has a fit about it because now no one can sleep.

Eventually tho, they work it out because you asked too many questions and got pissy because Ron was pissy and then he accidentally confesses and Harry is like

"No, dude, I don't have a crush on them!!" And he smiles and- idk I think it's cuuutteeeee.

[bagerfluff]

A Date With Death Master List

🌶️ = Smut

Casper x Male Reader

My Perfect Little Reaper 🌶️

Casper The Cum Dump 🌶️

Little Attention Whore 🌶️

Naught Boy 🌶️

Blowjobs and Business Calls 🌶️

Maid Boy 🌶️

Jealous Of The Ex 🌶️

Shirt Too Big, Shorts Too Small 🌶️

Cum Filled Casper 🌶️

Stuffed Cream Pie 🌶️

Casper x Non-Binary Reader

My New Lock Screen

Early Morning Pretties

Your Scars Make You You

Casper's First Cold

I'd Never Leave You

Just You, Me, and The Stars

Domestic Sweetness

Roses Remind Me Of You

Maybe Reapers Can Love

My Fallen Angel

PRETTY PLEASE

We'll Meet Again

The Past Is The Past

Rainfall and Arguments

Long White Hair Beauty

Let The World Burn

Catboy!Casper 🌶️

Casper x Male Reader

Collared Casper 🌶️

Save A Horse (Ride A Cowboy) 🌶️

Soul Buddy 🌶️

Public Play 🌶️

Butt Plug Beauty 🌶️

Casper x Non-Binary Reader

Allergies