#remember: if anyone tells you to change your pronouns for their own comfort when you dont want to dont listen to them
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(quick clarification: this post is specifically about neurodivergent transmeds refusing to use people's neos out of an apparent disrespect and using their neurodivergence as an excuse to legitimately be mean. feel free to add more stuff onto this in the replies!)
hey guys don't mean to be queer on main but i think people using their neurodivergency as an excuse to misgender people isn't ok actually.
i've seen stories of quite a few people who use the fact that they have ADHD (or some other condition that may cause memory issues) and can't remember things well as an excuse to "forget" someone's neopronouns, even after being asked by that person multiple times to refer to them with those pronouns. this isn't ok on so many levels.
first of all, i think it's incredibly guilt-trippy to make someone feel bad about accidentally being ableist by expressing themselves, when in reality, they haven't done anything wrong at all. using funky and obscure pronouns is not ableist in any way just because some people might have issues remembering them, and i think the take that neopronouns are ableist, especially for that reason, is an incredibly ridiculous and purely situational excuse to be mean.
that's like if someone told you their name, and then you got mad at them for using that name because you struggle to remember it and you demanded them to use a name that's easier and more convenient for you to use, rather than the name that the other person feels comfortable with. that's not an accommodation, that's just being an asshole.
second of all, some neurodivergent people (such as autistic people for example) struggle with change and complex concepts like language and pronouns. it's hard to get used to using neopronouns or someone changing their pronouns sometimes, especially when it happens for the first time because you're so used to it. however. finding change hard is NOT an excuse to misgender someone for your own comfort. someone's deeply personal identity should not be the cost of your own convenience, and refusing to acknowledge and respect that identity by not doing the bare minimum that is using their pronouns is incredibly close-minded and harmful.
third of all, the way someone chooses to express themselves is literally none of your business. someone uses pronouns that are confusing and seem grammatically incorrect to you? none of your business. someone's using "stereotypical" pronouns that "make the queer/autistic community look silly"? not your problem. we're all a little silly.
if you're neurodivergent and you find neopronouns, or any pronouns, difficult to remember or understand, here are some tips you can try instead of being mean:
make a fun little chart of people's names, their pronouns and how to pronounce them (ex. Name | Pronouns | Pronounce)! colour code them, use stickers and drawings, anything that will help you remember which pronouns someone uses. stuff like whiteboards and docs can work well for people who frequently change their pronouns or have a lot of them. making the chart fun, personalised and memorable can help a lot with memory issues for a lot of people.
try practising saying or typing their pronouns, whether that's in the mirror or in group chats. there's some really good pronoun dressing room websites that help illustrate how to use more obscure pronouns in conversation.
feel free to ask people! if you can, ask them what their pronouns are and how to pronounce them. i'm sure they will not be mad and will gladly help you learn :) (though please remember to not out someone and their pronouns if they are in an unsafe place. make sure they feel comfortable first before asking/telling someone about their pronouns because some spaces can be really bigoted and unsafe unfortunately.)
make a character that has neopronouns! making an OC that you get attached to can help you familiarise yourself with the concept and referring to that character frequently with their pronouns!
hopefully this is helpful. if you end up seeing anyone in the neurodivergent community use their neurodivergence and an excuse to misgender someone, please block them and don't start an argument. bigotry will not be tolerated in this community or on my blog.
disclaimer: this post is NOT saying that having memory issues/issues with change makes you a bad person, nor does it make you intentionally ignorant and rude. this post is specifically about people who willfully refuse to respect and use someone's correct pronouns on the basis that they're neurodivergent and find them confusing, and choose to intentionally misgender people for their own comfort/convenience.
edit: also!! i should add that this post isn't saying that nd people who legitimately find neopronouns as a concept difficult to grasp (such as people with learning disabilities) are bad people either! that was something i didn't think of when writing this because this post is more about neurodivergent transmeds/transphobes i've seen in the queer and nd communities specifically, but yeah!! i think accommodations absolutely should be made if a neurodivergent person finds themselves having communication difficulties related to neopronouns because some disabled people actually cannot use them. for extra clarification i have added a disclaimer at the beginning of this post. (thanks to @zolf for pointing this out in the notes)
#neopronouns#neopronouns are valid#neopronouns are cool#do not derail#do not start discourse#neurodivergent#if i see a single one of you be a bigot in my notes i'm gonna steal your eyelids#truscum dni#transmed dni#terfs dni#transphobes dni#remember: if anyone tells you to change your pronouns for their own comfort when you dont want to dont listen to them#in the words of spacedadsupport: tell them ''captain picard said i don't have to listen to you''#i don't usually make posts like this but i felt incredibly compelled to write this#it means a lot to me and i don't see a lot of people talk about this specifically#and as a neurodivergent person myself (autism anxiety and adhd) (the three AAAs)#i feel disappointed that some people in my community and neurotype are being this bigoted for no real reason.#labels and pronouns are NOT for you to dictate and force onto someone else. no questions asked.#labels are descriptive not prescriptive#i might actually get harassed for this#and if that happens i will gladly turn off reblogs and replies for a time and block all the self-admitted bigots#but i just want people to know that if they feel comfortable in harassing a random 17 year old on tumblr#then they should feel incredibly ashamed and disappointed in themselves and what lead them up to that point 🙃#anyway yeah neopronouns are awesome and people who use them are epic!#i will be back on my usual shitposting bullshit tomorrow maybe
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“COD MEN REACTING TO YOU COMING OUT AS GENDERFLUID”
characters simon “ghost” riley. john “soap” mactavish. john “bravo six” price. könig. alejandro vargas. keegan p. russ genre fluff cw lowercase typing. slight hurt/comfort. suggestive dialogues. mentions of homophobia. implied violence. swearing. google translated language.
simon riley
• he's really really confused
• he knows about the Igbtq+ community as he’s seen people of the same gender on the base giving romantic affection to each other
• he just doesn’t know what it means
• after you explain it to him, he blinks a few times and goes like “oh”
• he doesn’t mean it in a bad way, he just doesn’t care about that very much
• he’s supportive and protective of you, if anyone badmouths you he’s already beating their ass
• if you’re already dating him, he immediately accepts you
• “that’s fine with me as long as you’re comfortable with who you are.” he would tell you as he holds your hand
• if you’re crying while telling him, he would try his best in comforting you by giving you an awkward pat on the back
• he’d research more about your gender and the community
• he’d ask you which name or pronouns you’re identifying with almost everyday just to make sure he doesn’t offend you
• “that's my boy/girl/lover”, “atta boy/girl/love”, and “good boy/girl/love”
• he tries to refer to you neutrally, just in case
• “mmhf, you’re s’good to me.”
• “k-keep goin’, love.”
john mactavish
• he has probably heard about it at least once
• he’s curious, so he might’ve stumbled across some information about it
• “that’s nice.” he smiles at you
• he’s really supportive of you
• if you’re already dating him, he’ll tell you “you’re my lover and nothing’s gonna change that.” and pulls you closer to him
• if you’re crying while telling him, he tries to crack a joke to make you feel better and tells you that it’s completely okay with him
• “yer s’ cute!” he'll exclaim while squishing your cheeks once you’ve calmed down
• he’ll remember which name or pronouns you identified with last week and attempts to find a pattern like it’s some kind of mystery and he's trying to solve it
• “i can’t believe i’m your boyfriend!” you caught him speaking to himself, well, more like a picture of you on his phone
• definitely giggles when seeing a photo of you, in an appreciative way
• begins to be curious about his own identity
• “wait... so what’s my sexuality? pansexual? or–”
• has his own identity crisis
• he’d spend his time locked in his room trying to figure it out
• after thinking about his identity for so long, he starts to say the stupidest shit
• “wait... what if... i’m not soap? am i even john mactavish?! what is happening?!”
• he nearly gets a panic attack because of that
• he also says corny pick up lines
• “hey, are yer a cupcake? 'cause yer so sweet.” with a wink
• “can’t believe i didn’t make ya do this t’me sooner, hah.”
• “ya taste s'good, mmph.”
john price
• he’d also be confused at first
• “i’m proud of you.” he’d say while having a loving smile painted on his lips
• very supportive
• he’d attempt to help you be more comfortable with your gender
• immediately researches once he gets to his office
• frequently compliments you
• if you’re already dating him, he just accepts you with kisses pressed onto your face
• if you’re crying while telling him, he’ll immediately pull you into a hug and telling you that there’s nothing wrong with that and that it’s okay
• when you’re feeling masculine, he’d go “just me or you’re a lot handsome today?”
• when you’re feeling feminine, he’d go “i got you this. it's pretty, just like you.”
• when you’re feeling more neutral, he’d go “you look very amazing, as always.”
• protective of you, he’s already tasing the people who badmouthed you
• he shows you off, especially to laswell
• “that’s my lover right there.” he boasts proudly. laswell responds with, “i get it, price. go do your own work.”
• “fuck, love. right there.”
• ”ah, you're g-gonna be the– mm... death of me.”
könig
• “huh?”
• poor könig is afraid that he’ll misgender you
• spends his entire night researching about it
• he’ll frequently ask you what you’re identifying with
• he’s trying his best
• you have the extremely tall scary dog privilege whenever you’re with him
• cusses people out in german when they shit talk you
• people are scared of him, so they’ll whisper to each other about you but könig still manages to hear them
• guess who’s got a bloody nose? neither you nor könig!
• bingo! it’s the shit talkers. they'll hide in the infirmary away from you and könig
• if you’re already dating him, he nods along and tells you “that’s nice, mein schatz. what are you.. uh, identifying with currently?” ( my darling )
• if you’re crying while telling him, he immediately tries to comfort you but he doesn’t know what to exactly do to help
• “w-what? it’s okay! that’s great!?” he waves his hands around in panic
• he’s baffled on what to say and do but he’s got the spirit
• he calls you pet names in german
• könig is a proud boyfriend
• he isn’t very poetic, but he tries his best to write poems for you
• he just wants to be romantic for you
• “you look very handsome... like you always are, i-i mean.”
• “beautiful... i mean! uh... you! yeah, i- you're very beautiful.”
• “woah- sorry, sorry! you're just very eye catching.”
• “ah, mein gott. s-slow down, bitte.” (my god) (please)
• “b..bitte! hör nicht auf.”(p..please! don’t stop.)
alejandro vargas
listens intently
definitely a sweetheart
he knows about it because some of the people at his base are also apart of the community
“thank you for telling me, mi corazón.” ( my heart )
he’s really proud of you for coming out
buys you your favorite food
if you’re already dating him, you most likely would’ve came out to him during a date with him or just a stroll near the base
if you’re crying while telling him, he immediately wraps his arm around your shoulders and shushes you, both of you end up just sitting down
he wipes your tears away with the back of his hand
you sobbed more because he was so sweet to you
hands you his handkerchief to wipe away your snot and tears
“you’re just as amazing as ever, mi amor. don’t let anybody say otherwise.” ( my love )
ensures that you’re comfortable
death glares anyone who seems to want to talk badly about you
feel free to use his rank as a way to scare people off because he uses it against them too
“if anyone talks bad about you, you tell them that you’ll tell colonel vargas about it and that he won’t be tolerative about the situation.”
he gets really curious about it sometimes so expect to be bombarded with questions every now and then
“tell me i’m doing good, please, mi vida?” ( my life )
“d-demasiado, cariño. ay dios mío. hng– se siente tan bien. mierda.” ( t-too much, sweetheart. oh my god. hng– feels so good. fuck. )
keegan p. russ
literally does not care
he’d say “good for you?” in a questioning tone because in his head you’re acting like he asked you
you most likely came out to him while he was cleaning his gun
“keegan, i’m genderfluid.” he glances at you, “ok.” then he focuses on whatever he was doing again, “that’s it?” you were confused, “i got something to do, kid.”
it wasn’t obvious at first that he supported you
you just thought that he was neutral about it
until a rookie on base looked at you in disgust when you corrected them about your gender and you’ve never seen keegan more pissed off
multiple people along with their comrades pried keegan off of the rookie who had offended you
“you look at ‘em like that again and i’ll fuckin’ blow your head off.”
you stood there frozen, brain only functioning again when he said that
you didn’t expect keegan to be protective of you like that
if you’re already dating him, he’ll genuinely listen to you while you explain what it means
if you’re crying while telling him, he’ll unintentionally gawk at you while trying to comprehend what you’re saying before he puts his hand on your back
he doesn’t mean to be rude, he just doesn’t know what he’s supposed to say
suddenly recalls that you came out to him one night then he started doing research
he would definitely surprise you with “hey, what’re your pronouns?” leaving you puzzled
bombards you with questions randomly
“sweetheart, please move.”
“please just touch me already.”
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#— azrael.worksᵎᵎ#➷ ┊antonio’s works !#call of duty#simon riley#john mactavish#captain price#john price#könig#alejandro vargas#keegan p russ#keegan russ#cod#cod ghosts#könig cod#könig call of duty#könig x you#cod mw2#cod mwii#cod modern warfare#cod mw x reader#headcanon#hurt/comfort#fluff#lgtbq community#lgbtq#lgbtqia#pride month#genderfluid#masterlist
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been seeing interest crop up for a plural interpretation of grey wind/chasing wind, or making plural iterator ocs. this is great! as a system myself, i would like to offer some guiding questions and tips to non-systems to help out in their endeavors. please remember that i am one system and plurality varies VERY HEAVILY among people. other systems are free to comment and add their own tips. just dont turn this post into syscourse
i will use gw/cw as the most prevalent examples but this applies to any oc as well!
- alters are their own people in a lot of cases, not just "personalities". ask yourself, how does gw differ from cw? when presented with the same situation, how do each of them react? do they agree with each other or not? either way, what are their reasons?
- systems are rarely comprised of just two alters. it is not impossible, but very rare. most people notice plural symptoms at around 3 alters and people will on average have between 8-15 alters (but more is very much not unheard of!). think about how many alters gw/cw would have on top of each other
- alters may have different pronouns, sexuality, and ways they want to present themselves from each other. how do gw/cw and other alters differ from each other in this way, if at all?
- if gw/cw's physical body changes to represent who is fronting, was this an ability they had before realizing their plurality? in our world, we cannot change how we look outside of clothes and makeup. if gw/cw do not possess the ability to change physically, do either of them or any other alter feel uncomfortable or even dysphoric looking at their physical body?
- alters' relationships may vary heavily on the same person. how do gw/cw feel about a specific person? how are they the same or different? is one alter in a whole different kind of relationship with someone than another?
- how comfortable is gw/cw with telling others about their plurality? do only they know? their close friends? local group? anyone they come across? plurality is often personal, and is not a singular decision for any one alter in a system to make to tell others. it can be difficult for non-systems to understand what plurality is like (and in our world, cause mockery) so they may think it is easier to stay quiet about it
- plurality happens because of several different conditions. there is did, but there are also ospd-1a and 1b. i would highly recommend doing your own research on these different types of plurality. they each have different effects on memories, emotional state, even how defined the alters themselves. again, look into it
- if gw/cw have memory problems, do they have a way to get around it? private broadcasts? pearls? scratching on the walls? how do they talk to alters not co-concious with them?
- some systems may use role labels to identify themselves as having particular jobs to help/protect the system. these are roles such as host, caretaker, guardian, traumaholder, etc. do your research on this one. do any of these roles apply? or do gw/cw forgo these labels? (personally, we only use the term "host")
- headspace is a place in the mind where alters "live" (it's not a real residence, but it feels that way) headspace may be small, only representing co-conciousness, or very large, giving every alter a more "tangible" place to stay if not fronting. or headspace might not exist at all! (this is most common in systems who just found out about their plurality). what does headspace look like to them? keep in mind, headspace can really look like anything. for me at least, it looks mostly consistent. a few things may change about it or it may expand, but it's not like imagination where anything happens if you think about it
as a disclaimer i am not going to go in depth about trauma or sources in this post. it can get very personal very quickly. a general way i can put it is think of a long term source of stress and/or abuse that may be present in your iterator's life. handle the subject with care.
the best way to learn about the experiences of plurality is to ask people who are systems. as long as you are given consent, come in with genuine curiosity, and be as reasonable as you can, most systems will be okay with questions! it is like any other identity
a side: other ways to make plural iterators?
iterators do not share human anatomy or physiology. they will never perfectly be able to represent plurality like we have it in our world
but the unique characteristics of iterators can lend way into creative ideas that are similar to plurality! (but never, i want to stress, NEVER the same)
notably, several puppets in one can. if you remember that the body of the iterator is the structure, and the puppets are like the face, then you have several faces, personalities, people, in one body. my immunerators play around with this idea and i am sure there are other ways to get creative!
#rain world#broadcast.txt#gw#headcanon#my askbox is also open for questions#only if it relates to gw/cw or any other iterator oc you want help with plurality for#and not to pry into my personal life#i am a rain world blog. not a system blog#i wanted to offer some help to this part of the community#i will block anyone who gets weird about me or this post
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You can totally choose to look past this cuz it might be a lot (Tw trauma?) I just got Carried, you know when Carrie (from the movie) she gets a bucked full of blood over her head on prom? A guy asked me out and to my surprise, I was blessed with ketchup, eggs and flour by him and his friends, the subway didn’t let me in and no Uber would accept me getting in a car, so I had to walk home. No one asked me what was wrong
I’m still processing that actually happened,. I’m assuming it’s bc of my weight, I’m tall and overweight, I mainly keeps things to myself, am a introvert, idk what other thing could be a reason besides my body. Could you please write a comfort scenario with the tmnt boys? Or one of them, you can choose, Could be platonic, romantic, idk, just reader (who’s usually friendly but don’t talk much about their romantic life cuz they don’t feel like it’s worth investing time, and when they finally decide to change that, thst happens) crying as a mess in front of them for the first time, saying they are tired of living in a body that feels more of a curse than anything,
It’s a lot, I know, you can delete this if you aren’t comfortable doing it (I’m 100% serious)
Thank you Eitherway and hope you have a good day
first of all, I’m so sorry that happened to you. back in high school, I was doused after classes so I can definitely understand your pain here. they are absolutely pathetic for even thinking about doing that to someone; they are total assholes because they acted on it too and I wish for it to haunt them one day when (or if) they mature. you did amazing on your way home that day - I hope that, with time, things will get better for you. you deserve great things. I haven’t written anything with all of the boys before but I wanted to give it a try for you to cheer you up. I wish you well, and I hope you can find comfort in our wonderful turtles!
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tmnt x reader / angst + fluff
notes: 1.6k words, all turtles included, platonic relationship, gender neutral reader (no pronouns used,) first person pov, I was thinking of 2012 tmnt while writing this but it probably fits with most iterations.
I can’t believe I’m walking home in the dark, completely covered in miscellaneous goop. I’m glad I didn’t tell anyone about the date that was supposed to happen tonight because, if someone saw me right now, I don’t know what I would do. no public transport let me on covered in eggs and flour, the same for taxis, so now I’m stuck dragging myself home by my own two feet. they are awfully heavy despite my hurry to get back which doesn’t seem fair at all - it’s like my body is laughing at me in equal measure to the rest of the crowd back there.
put your head down and keep walking, put your head down and keep walking, put your—
“hey guys, look!” I stop in my tracks as soon as I hear that voice echo through the night sky. it sounded too much like mikey to simply ignore it.
“mikey, for the last time, shh! ninjas, remember?” that was definitely leo. they all must be up on a roof somewhere but I don’t dare to look up. my feet won’t move anymore regardless, they’re refusing to pick up and run. my body really does hate me tonight huh?
“mikey is right though, look down - hey there!” I slowly crane my neck towards the sound of their chatters and am met with possibly the worst sight I could see at this exact moment: all four of my mutant friends standing on a nearby roof, just as I suspected.
“hi everyone,” I give an awkward wave as they stare down at me.
“want to meet up at the entrance to the lair to hang? we’re just heading back,” raph calls out.
I need a plan, and fast.
thankfully, they can’t see that I’m covered in mush from where they are, but if I go to the lair then that will change. however, if I say ‘no’ to hanging out with them then they’ll get suspicious anyway and follow after me. they’re my best friends, my favourite thing in the whole world is hanging out with them. even if I genuinely can’t hang out we still find a loophole to be together.
either of these choices leaves me doomed to talk about this disaster of a night eventually so…
“sure, you go ahead and I’ll be there in a second.”
…I go with option one.
I knew the boys would get there first so I’ve had more time to come up with some lame lie before I face them: one point to me. I slap on a brave face and a ridiculously wide smile in the hopes that it would distract them from what I have going on all over my clothes. taking a deep breath, I turn the final corner to enter the lair.
“hey bud!” mikey bursts through the rest of the guys and comes skipping towards me. I freeze and simply wait for him to see me in the light. “woah, what happened to you?”
after hearing mikey’s question, everyone starts to crowd in around me, thinking I had been hurt or something on the way here. to their surprise, I have no cuts or scrapes…just a bunch of different types of produce in my hair. they begin to mutter more questions but my mind is too hazy to hear them clearly, opting to stand there and stare into the space behind them. leo notices me zoning out pretty quickly and leads me to the seating area in the middle of the lair by my arm, the rest of the boys following with worry in their eyes.
I sit down on the couch; raph bends down in front of me, donnie sits on my right, mikey hangs over the back of the couch to lean on my left, and leo rests his hands on my shoulders from behind me.
“who did this to you? I’ll kill them, I’ll punch them into the ground I swear to god—“
“raph, calm down. we need to know what happened first before we start going haywire.” I’ve never seen donnie look so aggravated before. it looks like he secretly wants to join in with raph’s immediate anger instead of acting ‘rationally’ this time.
“no need for punching anyone or anything ha! I— uh— tripped while I was walking home and fell straight into a pile of garbage surrounding a dumpster. how clumsy of me ha! I’m so silly. I wasn’t watching where I was going and it was dark so…” my words trail off as I finally look directly at my friends. none of them are believing this story at all.
“tell us the truth, it’s alright. you’re safe here.” leo speaks with such a warm tone, it makes holding back my tears even harder than it already was.
“I’m fine! I promise I’m fine, really I just tripped!” I force my lips into a thin line, trying to twist them into some kind of smile, until mikey pokes at my cheek. I turn to him.
“please tell us what’s wrong.” is he giving me puppy eyes? damn it mikey…
I couldn’t push back my tears any longer and the flood gates exploded. I was in hysterics, sobbing so loudly it bounced off the walls of the lair. I couldn’t stop, each sob rippled through me and I felt like I couldn’t breathe. the boys cooed at me, all of them placing a hand somewhere on my body to ground me and to let me know that I’m not alone as I cried. they tried still asking me questions but I couldn’t get out any words, only heartbreaking whimpers left my mouth. they accepted their fate of silent sobs though and simply stayed beside me.
after a while, I’ve calmed down slightly, and I see the boys look at each other and nod in the corner of my blurry eyes. then, all of a sudden, raph and leo run off. they come back not long after with a basin of water, towels and some other things that I can’t quite see cradled in their large hands. my curiosity is answered in a split second though as the four begin to wipe away the dirt that covers me, still allowing me to ride out my cries in the meantime.
raph gets back into his bent position to gently clean my face, donnie and mikey clean down my arms, and leo starts to brush my hair the best that he can. it must be a brush that april keeps here at the lair, since I don’t think I’ve left one here before.
they continued like this - softly wiping and rinsing - until they were sure that they had done all they can do to rid me of this sticky mess, and until I was able to stabilise my breathing and speak somewhat clearly again.
“april is going to be mad that you got ketchup on her hairbrush,” I say lowly between hiccups. leo laughs and assures me that the brush is perfectly fine; no need to worry.
it is silent (apart from the sound of my sniffling) while they put down their tools and clear them away from the couch, until donnie speaks, “we don’t want to push you to talk but we are here to listen if you want to.”
maybe it is finally time to talk about it. as much as I don’t want to, I think I need to. I’m always the one with a bright smile and cheery attitude but I need to let that go for now. I need comfort, and I need to admit that to myself - even if it’s for this singular moment.
I begin to explain the story of the date and how it went terribly wrong - just the vital details to build the story rather than adding my feelings about it. being vulnerable like this isn’t my strong point so I need to prepare myself to talk about that part with truth and from the heart.
I can see the pure rage in raph’s eyes as he sits in front of me, his teeth grinding together and a low growl coming out of him. he goes to say something but donnie stops him with a hand on his shoulder. he gives red a pat and he seems to understand what he is signalling, inhaling and exhaling with his eyes closed before fixing his posture to listen to me again.
“you know, I don’t know if I want raph to rough up him or rough up me at this point,” I let out a laugh to try and soften the atmosphere but the expressions of the boys tell me that it didn’t work. they look confused; sad. “a good rough up might fix whatever is wrong with me, because it’s obviously me. look at me! why else would he have made plans to humiliate me like that? what do I need to punch into shape - the way I look? the way I act?” I laugh again with the same intent as earlier despite knowing that it is going to do nothing to lessen the impact of my words.
“did he specifically make you feel like that?” raph says through gritted teeth, “that you’re not good enough?”
“no, I guess I’ve been feeling that way for a while. he just made it worse - a lot worse.” my eyes start to burn again with more tears. I’m surprised I’m not dehydrated yet.
mikey grabs my face in his hands, his eyes also look clouded with tears, “you are so beautiful. really, you are. I remember when I first saw you I was like ‘woah, they’re even prettier than the humans I see on tv!’ you don’t need to change anything about the way you look, I can tell you that for sure.”
“nor do you need to change anything about your personality or how you act,” donnie chimes in. “why do you think we like you so much? you’re awesome! you’re smart, kind, caring, plus you treat us like we’re golden and we’re literally in the sewers right now,” we all giggle at the last statement he makes.
leo pats me on the head, signally me to look up towards him, “you are the greatest friend we could have ever asked for, and if we need to remind you of that more then we will. you deserve to feel that you’re worthy and loved and I can tell you with certainty that you are when you’re here with us. there’s no need to hide from us, we’ve got you’re back.”
raph grabs my hand, “and seriously, if you want us to go and talk to that guy we will.”
“raph!” the others shout. I laugh at the slight panic hiding in their voices - it’s fully directed at their brother and his fists.
“what?! I said talk not bash into the ground so what do you want from me?!”
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Featuring: Eyeless Jack
#Notes: NSFW alphabet can be found here
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A - AFFECTION
He's a little bit distant at first. I've mentioned this quite a few times before, but he doesn't think he deserves affection, so he's a little reluctant to give it as well. Once he opens up, he mainly shows it through quality time - really enjoys when you're both in the same room, doing different things but still in each other's company.
B - BEST FRIEND
He's surprisingly considerate as a best friend, always hyper aware of your needs and doing his best to make sure you're comfortable. Just a gentle giant.
C - CUDDLES
Normally the big spoon. He's super warm, almost like a "human" furnace, so he's great to cuddle with on colder days.
D - DOMESTIC
He's basically a malewife. Yes he does the cooking, yes he does the cleaning. Likes to keep his space tidy and is a super good cook (you don't wanna know where the meat came from, though).
E - ENDING
When breaking up with someone, he goes directly to the point - no beating around the bush. It's most likely because of something they did or his "villain complex", as I like to call it, where he believes he doesn't deserve love due to being a horrible person.
F - FIANCE(E)
He really wanted to get married before the cult sacrifice thing. His desire didn't change much after, but now he has some issues to work through before possibly making it happen.
G - GENTLE
Again, he's a big softie. Handles you like you're made out of porcelain, scared that the slightest of touches from him might hurt you. Emotionally, he's not too different - always thinks twice before talking, aware as to not hurt anyone's feelings.
H - HUGS
A little reluctant to give them at first, but once he does, he's gentle and warm. He's super tall, so normally your head is resting on his chest. Makes you want to not let go.
I - I LOVE YOU
My god, it takes him forever to say it. Once he does, it's barely above a whisper, almost like he's hoping you won't hear him as he doesn't want to be too forward or make you uncomfortable.
J - JEALOUSY
Doesn't get jealous easily. He trusts you, so he sees no reason for it. Even when he does, he normally keeps quiet about it, accidently giving you the silent treatment.
K - KISSES
Super gentle. He has fangs and tusks and such, so he knows he has to watch out as to not hurt you with them. Likes kissing your hand the most, especially if you're cupping his face, giving him easy access to your palm.
L - LITTLE ONES
Has a soft spot for kids. Sally absolutely adores him and it's mutual - he's just so caring with them in general. Wanted to have some of his own, but given his circumstances, he realizes it might not be the best idea.
M - MORNING
He wakes up early and ready to go. Definitely the type to bring you breakfast in bed, especially if you're not much of a morning bird.
N - NIGHT
Even though he doesn't actually need much sleep due to not being human, he goes to sleep pretty early. The type to cling to you in his sleep.
O - OPEN
Takes a long, long while for him to open up about his past. One, because he doesn't like to talk about it, and two, because he doesn't see it as relevant to your relationship. Once you start growing closer, though, he realizes he can't exactly run from it for long.
P - PATIENCE
Absolutely the most patient out of all the creeps. You have to do something seriously fucked up to get him to be even slightly pissed off.
Q - QUIZZES
Remembers pretty much everything you tell him, almost like he wrote it down or something. You'll be chilling and he'll just bring you your favorite snack from your childhood cause he saw it and thought about you.
R - REMEMBER
His favorite moment is when he realized you loved him as well. Might be before you even started dating or months into the relationship - the moment you do something that makes it click for him that he's a actually, genuinely loved is his favorite.
S - SECURITY
Extremely protective, more so due to instinct than anything else. He's not possessive, he just worries about you.
T - TRY
Doesn't really do fancy dates or gifts - thinks that just getting to spend time together is enough.
U - UGLY
Unless you don't count the occasional cannibalism, he doesn't really have any bad habits.
V - VANITY
Doesn't exactly care about his appearance, per se, but refuses to take off his mask most of the time. Not because he thinks he's ugly, but because he doesn't look exactly human and is self conscious about it.
W - WHOLE
He never really felt complete before meeting you, there was always a void in his heart he couldn't quite fill until you came along.
X - XTRA
Has a tail. Need I say more?
Y - YUCK
Here's a post about his petpeeves.
Z - ZZZ
Again, goes to sleep really early. Also, he purrs in his sleep. No, I will not elaborate.
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His childhood friend
|Hello everyone who sees this. I'm finally back kinda my writings this is not the work in progress I mentioned before that one is still a wip. I will still be slow but that's no surprise to those who follow me. This will be a childhood friends au. The reader isn't the traveler. Anyways feel free to change the pronouns to fit your own. Please enjoy and have a wonderful day or night.
Scenario: He was typically alone in his youth very few he'd actually call friends. Though you were always there beside him. If anyone dared to say anything bad about him with you around you'd always come to defend him. He didnt care what was said about him but knowing you were there was endearing to him. As you both grew up he developed a bit of a crush on you. How could he not become enamored by you after all you were always there when he needed someone.
Alhaitham x A Male Reader
Warnings: Mentions of bullying, alcohol and being drunk in Alhaitham's, minor angst ending with comfort, some big and small spoilers for archon quests as well as character stories, and long|
Alhaitham:
It's not a surprise to many people to know the scribe wasn't liked by many people. He knew this as well and chose willingly to ignore the comments said behind his back. His senior Kaveh only seemed to add to them but he knew Kaveh wasnt a bad person. While he wasn't liked by many of his peers it didn't bother him much.
He didn't care about their opinions as they didn't matter much to him. Though he'd be lying if he said no one's opinions mattered to him. His long time friend's opinions mattered. More than he'd ever be willingly to admit out loud. They grew up together after all not many could blame his thoughts even if they did seem irrational. It seemed he wasn't the only person that had his eyes on this person. (Name) were objectively attractive and super kind.
He remembers fondly when they had met as he traversed home. The two met because (Name)'s parents were good friends with his grandmother. His grandmother was asked to watch the other for his parents who went on an expedition to the desert. The other wasn't considered a genius by the Akademiya standards unlike himself.
Though their differences in intelligence didn't seem to deter his dear (Name). In fact it seemed he wanted to be Alhaitham's friend even more due to that fact. He wanted to be there to support him or talk if needed. He knew the pressure put on those considered geniuses by the Akademiya. He would constantly ask what Alhaitham was reading and read it too. It'd take him more time to read the book but he was always excited to hear what scribe had thought.
He had a knack for caring for others. (Name) was gentle and caring. Whenever someone got injured hed tend to them best to his ablitlies. Alhaitham remembers back to his akademiya days where (eye colored) male would tend to Kaveh when his senior would get injured.
There were also others who'd intentionally fall in front of him to get his care. He was wildly popular kind of like Tighnari. The abount of people who would do things to get (Name)'s attention. The scribe sometimes wished he was clumsy to be treated by his best friend like others. Whenever he was sick the other would dote on him and he did enjoy it.
Whenever he was sick Alhaitham could feel his gentle hands check his temperatures. He both hated and loved being sick. On one hand he'd receive all of (Name)'s attention but on the other he'd feel awful. It wasn't like he was sick often. He took very good care of himself.
During his time in the akademiya the other could tell when he wasn't interested in interacting with others. (Name) would take any attention off of the scribe and put it on himself. That way Alhaitham could read in peace. It was nice to know someone cared about when he didn't wish to socialize.
The memories soon became a bit bitter for the scribe. His dear friend had been away in another nation for what felt like a long time. (Name) was an amurta scholar that left a year ago to learn about plans in Mondstadt. He only knew the other left when a letter arrived at his desk. During the time he was unable to leave while dealing with the grand sage situation.
Once it was resolved he still had to deal with being the acting grand sage. Which meant he had to deal with the hive mind situation. Not once did he get another letter. His roommate had made some comments about him being more irritated than normal. He brushed off what Kaveh had said of course. Though the architect was the only person who knew of his best friend. His words did have some merits to them.
Alhaitham was typically supportive of the other's academic endeavors however he left without a word in person this time. It hurt him quite a bit but none could tell. Things had finally calmed down for him and as irrational as it was he was super tempted to take a leave of absence and make the pointless travel to Mondstadt. He'd rather do nothing at all if he takes a leave of absence.
It was driving him mad not being able to see him for long. Alhaitham was used to seeing him at least once a day every day. Now it's been a year. The only thing he's gotten from the other was a gift that arrived on his birthday. Thinking on everything made his mood sour a bit.
The dendro user never thought someone could effect him to the point others notice a shift in his attitude. Which he was wrong about both Cyno and Tighnari had told him he seemed longing for something or rather someone. He rolled his eyes remembering the phrases they used. He turned his music up not wanting to hear anything around him.
Alhaitham's thoughts had become too disorganized for his preference. He brought out the book he'd be reading. He still paid attention to his surroundings effortlessly avoiding bumping into anyone or anything. He started to sort through his thoughts. Then something Kaveh had once mentioned became the loudest. "You know if you had just confessed your love he may have never left." Repeating itself in his mind.
(Name) certainly didn't expect to run into Kaveh when he returned to Sumeru. The young male couldn't say he was angry to run into the blond. His eyes quickly looked over the other. "You seem to be same as ever Kaveh. Why are you mopping around this time?" He asked with a smile. There were several comments about him being handsome and shining by those around them. He ignored everyone else and focused on the blond.
Kaveh's crimson eyes widened and he quickly rubbed them as if the person in front of him was an illusion. "You're finally back! Maybe now Alhaitham will finally get off my back a bit. You know since you left he's colder than ever. Not to mention the way you left him without a proper farewell had made his fuse so short. You really couldve parted in a better way. I heard he'd reject several thesis essays for minor errors the week you left." He quickly scolded forgetting about his previous stupor and worries.
The amurta scholar frowned and stepped closer. He pinched the others cheek slightly for talking poorly about his best friend. He always hated others speaking badly of Alhaitham even if the scribe could care less. "You need to stop being so hard on him. I swear your both like fire and ice sometimes. Yet both of you haven't convinced me you actually hate the other. You can't convince you both dont care. After all you both know too much about the others behaviors and moods. However since this past year has clearly been so hard on you how about I treat you to a meal at lambads? Then after I can walk you home and pay him a visit? I got him when i was leaving Mondstadt." He said patting his bag
Kaveh huffed at them a bit. "I keep telling you he's the worst but you never listen. You think that someone who has as much attention as Tighnari you'd find someone else to spend your time with. You know there are several people who requested me to give you their love letters. They all seemed to disappear before I could send them to you." He said rubbing his cheek. The two started walking to the tavern. Their conversations were pleasant and catching up on the past year. Several more passersby comments were made about the amurta scholar.
(Name) was used to hearing them and simply ignored them all. They've followed him since he was a child. They only bothered him when people would comment about Alhaitham. He remembered hearing several people making comments about him and (Name) got in a lot of arguments defending him constantly.
People would say that Alhaitham didnt care about him and that He didn't care and would continue doing it until his final breath. It's not his fault that people couldn't see the good traits of the tall scribe. He would argue with anyone who claimed that. They didn't know him and would just make assumptions about it.
During their outing at the tavern ended with Kaveh becoming intoxicated from the amount of drinks he had. Some wondered if they should contact Alhaitham to come collect him. (Name) reassured them he'd take the architect home amd there was no need to bother anyone else. He dragged Kaveh to the residence he lived in with the srcibe. "Kaveh please tell me you have your key." He said worried Alhaitham may have once again taken it by mistake.
Kaveh in his intoxicated state checked for his keys and realized he had them for once. He also reminded the other that he can't tell anyone of his living arrangements. He handed the amurta scholar his key not trusting his own coordination. (Name) was definitely surprised that the blond had remembered his keys. He unlocked the door and helped the older male inside. His eyes met with duel covered ones.
To most the eyes would seem uncaring as usual but there was definitely shock in them. He gave a smile to the scribe. "So you finally decide to come back and choose to dump a drunk Kaveh on me." The sliver haired male stated. The scribe had a bitterness in his tone. Which earned a laugh from the amurta scholar. "I plan on staying for a bit to catch up with you unless I'm no longer welcome here. If that's the case then I'll put kaveh in his room and leave." (Name) teased. He knew Alhaitham was upset with him but there was no hate in his tone.
Alhaitham admittedly got a little jealous watching the other carry Kaveh. The lighting in the house made him look perfect. The blond's arm around his neck and his arm around the other's waist. "Do as you wish. I know trying to convince you otherwise is pointless. After all you always do what you want. Just like all of those pointless fights you got into on my behalf. There is always the example of you leaving out of the blue despite promises we made." The silver haired male said looking up at the other holding his drunk roommate. There was definitely bitterness in his tone.
"Those fights were not pointless. They dared to slander you." He said. (Name) frowned he knew what the other had been talking about. When they were in their teen years he promised Alhaitham he'd always be by his side.
Alhaitham had graduated and their schedules grew hectic. They saw each other less and less especially while (Name) was working on getting through his studies. Alhaitham had made a comment about how maybe it'd be better if they stopped hanging out for a bit just like others had mentioned. Which seemed to upset the other who vowed that no matter what he'd stay by Alhaitham's side.
Even if it meant doing his assignments in the archive or next to him reading. He refused to give up on their friendship which admittedly warmed the scribes heart. There were a few occasions where the amurta student had fallen asleep when they were reading together due to pulling an all nighter to spend some more time with Alhaitham. (Name) promised he'd always be there for the scribe nothing would stop him.
He gave a sigh remembering the promise before taking Kaveh to his room so they could talk in private without Kaveh sulking over clients he's been dealing with. His guilt for his actions came up as they clearly effected his friend. He shook it off a bit then came back to the living room and noticed his long time friend had already marked his place in his book and closed it.
The silver haired male had his arms crossed seeing the other return. The look in his eyes was hard to read but if (Name) had to make a guess it would be anger and hurt. The room was silent and the mood was suffocating. The lights in the room suddenly became super interesting. Guilt building even more.
"Do you hate me for breaking our promise and leaving Sumeru?" He asked remaining standing. If the other said yes to his question he'd probably rush out knowing he messed up everything. He didn't want to sit anywhere near the other because he was understandably upset with him. "Without saying a proper farewell." The silver haired male added avoiding the question intentionally.
His duel colored eyes watching the other intensely as if waiting for something to happen. There was no sign of him going to respond to the other's question. Those multicolored eyes showing several emotions. Making guilt grow more. (Name) feared that his actions were mistakes.
"I couldn't say by to your face as I would've lost all will to go to Mondstadt. I thought of telling you in person but everytime I felt sick trying to think of the words to say. I needed to do it. I can't blame you if you now hate me or are upset with me. It's super hard for me to say no to you all it would take would be one word from you and my resolve would crumble in your hands. I know that doesn't excuse my actions and you deserve to have been........" as the amurta scholar started rambling he looked away from the other not able to keep eye contact anymore. His tone quiet and sad.
He skidishly made his way closer to the nearest wall. He leaned against it. He knew that he had no right feeling saddened bringing this up. If (Name) was being honest he may have avoided Alhaitham for a bit longer had he not ran into Kaveh. He looked at the entrance wondering if Alhaitham was going to be critical of his reasonings. He completely lost all the confidence he had when he brought Kaveh home.
Alhaitham stood up and walked over to the other. His body was reacting instinctually. He let it too. He felt as though his dear friend would run off the moment he said much. So just as his long time friend was about to continue his ramblings he caged the other between himself and the wall with arms to both sides of his head.
"Stop rambling and get to your point. What was so important exactly that you left for a year? Not only that but instead of telling me in person you choose to just leave a letter on my desk." He said pressing his body against the other's. His eyes met (eye colored) eyes. He was trying to get a read on the other's thoughts but the other was avoiding his stare. He placed one of his hands on the amurta scholars chin and forced him to look at him.
(Name) had no choice but to look into the duel colored eyed man. His heart was pounding in his chest he was worried at their proximity the scribe would feel it. "I wanted to look into something. It didn't have to be Mondstadt persay. Any other nation was fine. Mondstadt is just the one that was approved first so I went there. I was confused on a lot and needed to clear my head. I needed time to think things out. I sorted things out which is why I have returned." He answered still trying to look away to no avail. The scribe's hand keeping his face in place.
"You failed to take my feelings into account with all this. I would've been happy to aid you with what confused you. After all problems have multiple solutions. You never had a problem with me looking over things before or helping you talk through a problem before. Did you actually listen to what others said?" Alhaitham's voice started becoming quiet. His heart was heavy. His hand holding the other's chin fell to his side. He may needed to step away.
"Was leaving really necessary? It hurt that I meant so little that you couldn't tell me farewell in person. I found out after you already left that you were gone. Others had known about you leaving. You told Kaveh in person yet all I got was a letter only. Typically I take promises with a grain of salt. I thought your's meant something as youre not like everyone else." Alhaitham pressed looking at the other. He noticed their face had become red. He figured they must've drank a few drinks with Kaveh. The alchohol must've finally reacted in the amurta scholar's system.
Alhaitham's other arm dropped realizing this fact. He felt heart broken that (Name) couldn't have this conversation sober. His mind was racing with confusion and sadness. Maybe he should stop this conversation cause it seemed to hurt him more than the other leaving him.
He didn't wish to but pulled away. Here he was thinking irrationally again. Bothered about what others have said about their relationship. He was about to walk off but felt a hand around his wrist as if the other knew he was going walk off and not see him for awhile. His normally stoic expression changed for a moment. It revealed his frustration and anger about the situation at hand. "Let go of my wrist (Name). I dont want to talk anymore." He said. There wasnt enough will in him to pull his arm away forcefully.
"You were the one that was confusing me. Alhaitham it was never that you meant so little to me. You mean too much to me. If I saw you I wouldn't have been able to sorted things out and would've gave up on the entire thing. I've always been by your side and I wish to continue that. Which made it hard for me to figure out how or when my feelings towards you shifted from romantic. If it was a problem you could've solved I would've ran to you." (Name) admitted he held on to the other's wrist a bit tigher. As if letting go would cause the silver haired male to disappear from his sight. He was aware of his grip to not hurt the scribe's hand.
The guilt hit (Name) full force. His eyes started watering at the realization of what he did. However he refused to let go. He knew he should and everything he did was cruel and unfair to his dear akademiya genius.
The amurta scholar was super red and looking away trying to hide it along with his eyes. The room had become a suffocating silence again. The scribe looking at him with wide eyes. "How much did you end up drinking with Kaveh? It this some kind of joke you planned. After all you sound illogical. Leaving me to sort that out. What kind of answer did you come to? That you don't need to be by my side anymore? You get attention from everyone around no matter where you go. Why would I matter?" He said running his free hand through his hair.
Alhaitham was surprised his response made the other look at him finally. He saw the tears forming and got upset at himself. He shouldn't have lashed out like that. "I'm perfectly sober Alhaitham. I made sure I would be. I planned on bringing Kaveh home after I ran into him because it'd force me to come talk with you instead of being a coward and running away. After all confessing that I'm in love with you may make you hate me. Being away from you after years of seeing you all the time sucked." (Name) said.
He got a determined look before placing Alhaitham's hand he held hostage above his heart so the other could feel his heart racing. "Please answer my question. Did leaving make you hate me?" He pleaded refusing to feel sorry for himself as he was the one that did this and hurt his best friend. "I messed up and hurt you. If you do please tell me if I can make it up to you. Even if you don't return my feelings I don't want to lose you."
Alhaitham looked at him with wide eyes. He felt the racing heart beat his movements and speech were too clear for him to be drunk. "I do hate you for leaving me because I fell in love with you so many years ago. You make me think irrationally at times. However I can forgive you is you never do that to me again." He said before placing his free hand on the other's face. He gently wiped the tears away.
The amurta scholar tried pushing his hand away. "No I was the one who messed up and hurt you don't comfort me." He whined avoiding eye contact once again. "Then agree to be mine and never leave my side again and we can move past this. I need verbal confirmation." Alhaitham said pressing his forehead against the other's.
"I will always be yours. I'm sorry for everything this past year. I had got you something as well when I was in Mondstadt." (Name) stated. He opened his bag and brought out a neatly wrapped box. And a bottle of dandelion wine. Alhaitham took the items from his hands. He placed them on the table then leaned close kissing the other. "Stay the night." He said pulling away.
"It's so incredibly hard to say no to you." (Name) said pulling the scrib into a hug. The rest of the night went by as a blur. Alhaitham woke up the next day thinking it was a dream but felt something warm in his arms. He smiled faintly seeing his beloved (Name) asleep in his arms. He pulled them closer to his arms. There will be consequences if he tried another stunt he pulled a year ago.
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It Seemed Like You Needed A Hug
Fandom: Harry Potter (Marauders Era)
Characters: James Potter, Regulus Black
Pairings: James/Regulus, James/Regulus/Reader
Summary: One of your abusive ex’s friends talked to you before going back to them. It triggers some bad emotions, and instead of going to get food or going to your classes, you end up hiding and inside your own head until James Potter and Regulus Black find you and comfort you.
Reader is gender neutral, no pronouns are used.
Notes: This account is anti-JKR and is a safe space for all.
Something similar happened to me and I decided to write this as sort of a comfort fic.
I would also like to note that it was my first time writing the beginning of a polyamorous relationship.
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You woke up feeling happy. Most of the time, the events of the day kept you happy and sometimes feeling excited, but as the day went on, something changed. Out of the blue, one of the friends you had during your past abusive and manipulative relationship, came up to you, and called out your name, “What’s up?”
“Not much,” you sounded confused as you answered. Just as you were about to ask them how they were, they walked off with no warning to your ex, leaving you feeling confused, insecure and like you did when you left the abusive relationship and because of that, you lost a lot of the people you called your ‘friends’.
Instead of going to get breakfast, you opted to just skip that, and try to go to your classes. However, you got lost in your thoughts, and ended up missing all of your classes and lunch, because you hid and ended up reliving those bad memories, which caused you to question yourself.
You hadn’t been paying attention to the time, dinner was now being served in the Great Hall, but you didn’t realise and even if you did, you wouldn’t have cared.
You didn’t hear anyone approaching, nor were you paying attention, but when you felt someone wrap their arms around you, you looked up to see James Potter hugging you.
“It seemed like you needed a hug,” he told you quietly. You turned and hugged him back.
A voice that wasn’t James spoke, “are you going to tell us what’s going on, darling?”
You looked up and in front of you was Regulus Black. You held out your hand for him to take and he did, squeezing it lightly.
“I saw someone earlier,” you slowly opened up to them, not realising how much you needed someone to listen. You looked out the nearby widow as you spoke. “They spoke to me. It was someone who I knew through my ex. They acted friendly to me, before running off to my ex, right in front of me.” You paused, taking a deep breath, as they sat quietly listening to you. “It brought back all these bad feelings and memories. They made me remember all my insecurities that my ex made me feel.” You looked back up at Regulus and then up at James. “I hate the way they make me feel.”
James squeezed you tighter, making sure you could feel how much he cared about you and kissed the top of your head, and Regulus was about to join him hugging you, when your stomach grumbled.
James pulled back and looked at you, as Regulus asked you, “when was the last time you ate?”
You looked down again, and told them quietly, “probably dinner last night. I don’t even know what time it is now.”
James stood up, held his hand out to you as he told both of you, “we’re going to the kitchens and we’ll have dinner together, just the three of us, yeah?”
You took his hand and he helped you up as Regulus took his other hand and you linked arms with James. The three of you walked to the kitchens, as Regulus reminded you how brilliant you are and how proud he is to know you. You smiled at him slightly.
“You want the truth? You are so much better than them. You treat everyone with such kindness and support,” James told you as he stopped to look at you. “You make me want to be a better person.”
“You make me smile when I’m down,” Regulus told you. You were blushing from all the compliments. “I wish I could make you feel as amazing as you make me feel in those moments.” Regulus moved closer to you as James opened the door to the kitchens. You thought about what they told you, the boys being near you making you feel better and the compliments and how amazing friends they are.
You followed James in as Regulus walked behind you. James spoke to the house-elves as Regulus guided you to one of the tables and the two of you sat down, waiting for James to join you.
“I wish you could see what we do. You’re beautiful, smart, funny,” Regulus told you as James sat down on your other side.
“Yes, you really are. You deserve a love that is so much better than what they gave you. You deserve someone who’ll worship you, treat you like the amazing person you are, and will remind you of that at every moment they can,” James told you as the house elves delivered the food for all three of you and it was placed on the table.
“Thank you,” you responded quietly with tears in your eyes. “Both of you always know how to make me feel better.” You wiped your eyes with a tissue before they took your hands, James kissed your palm and Regulus kissed your knuckles, making you giggle. They let go so all of you could get food.
“We love making sure you know your worth,” Regulus told you before he started eating. “You deserve to be shown and told how special you are.”
“I wish I could find someone like either of you or a mix of both of you,” you said, as you looked at your food, missing the way the two guys looked at each other. “You-”
James cut you off, “why not date us? We love you and would treat you like royalty.”
You stopped what you were doing, “what? What are you talking about? You’re both dating each other.”
“Yes, but sweetheart, we both love you and want you to join our relationship,” Regulus told you as his eyes darkened. He got up and knelt by his boyfriend's side as you turned to face both of them. He took James’ hand and both of them held their hands out for you. “We’ve been talking about finding a third, and the name that kept coming up, darling, was yours.”
You started tearing up as you took their hands. “You-you both want me?”
James smirked as he asked, “Does this answer your question?” He let go of your hand, cupped your jaw and kissed you so passionately that you couldn’t deny his feelings. During the kiss Regulus had let go of your hand and moved to sit behind you.
“Yes,” you whispered as you slowly opened your eyes to see him looking at you with that exquisite smile that made you swoon. You could see how much he loved you in his eyes.
Regulus took your hand from behind you, which made you turn to face him. He held your jaw with both hands as he leaned in and kissed you with just as much passion that it made you melt. He pulled back, moving one of his hands from your cheek to take James’ hand as he moved firmly to your other side. “Will you have us? Will you become our partner?”
“How could I say no?” You paused, looking between them before adding. “Yes. I’d love to.”
They both kissed your cheeks, before James said, “eat up, love,” which made you turn to your food with a blush on your cheeks, wondering how you were so lucky that you ended up in a relationship with two guys who loved you and always made you feel more special than you thought you were and treated you better than you thought you deserved at times.
Every now and again, you looked up at one of them and they smiled at you. After you all finished eating, you told them exactly what you were thinking, “Both of you always knew how to make me feel special. I’ve loved both of you for so long and I never thought I’d have either or both of you. I’m happy. So deliriously happy right now.”
“We wouldn’t have it any other way, darling,” Regulus whispered as the three of you walked up to Gryffindor House and up to the Head Boy’s dorm, where you lay down with your boyfriends (you couldn’t believe your luck) on either side of you cuddling you, making you feel safe and loved.
#harry potter fanfiction#harry potter#marauders era#marauders era fanfiction#james potter#james potter fanfiction#james potter x reader#regulus x reader#regulus black#james loves regulus#regulus deserved better#james x regulus#hurt/comfort
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Hello, so I got an idea at some random point while watching Chicago PD. So I was thinking that the reader (whatever pronouns you wanna use) has had some sort of trama and lost somone they loved, they're very close with Dante and something happens that leads them to believe something happened to him, so they go back to their house and just curl up and cry, dante is okay, he goes to their apartment and See's them and just spends a while comforting them.
This can be moved around and changed, I just would like to see more Dante content and see more of your writing, have a great day/night!
Lost loved ones- dante torres x reader
overview: after loosing your sister to the gang violence in chicago, your boyfriend starting a new job in one of chicagos best units you hear about a police involved gang shooting were two officers died and that drives you into panic.
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grief, it was a thing that tore families apart. you wouldn’t wish it upon anyone. you’d lost people before with being paramedic it was never easy but loosing your sister was a different type of pain it physically hurt, you couldn’t compare it to anything you’d ever felt before. your eyes seemed permanently puffy and rimmed red as you laid on the couch in your apartment while you were supposed to be on shift. luckily chief had given you a few shifts off to grieve not that you wanted them off it was more of an order.
you didn’t like being on your own, especially while feeling like this. dante your boyfriend had recently got a new job in intelligence you knew the team so you trusted he would be in safe hands, but you missed him. with your shifts and his unregulated hours it was rare you could see him for as long as you wanted. your shared apartment was lonely without him, especially now, you felt lonely as it is lucky enough you did have family left, not biological but you had your 51 family.
sitting on the couch at 3 in the afternoon when you were supposed to be out on the streets helping people made you feel so useless, day drinking this is what it had came to, drinking red wine on the couch while watching the news in an attempt to drown your sorrows while you tried passing the time until your boyfriend came home.
you didn’t even notice the time passing as you sat watching the news sipping at your glass of wine, feeling your phone buzz against your leg you pulled your phone from your pocket seeing a message from your handsome boyfriend that read: going on a raid love you<3
smiling down at the small comfort you got from the message you sent an ‘i love you too’ back before returning to look at the news, god you were so in love with him. putting your wineglass down on the coffee table you made yourself comfortable on the couch,snuggling up in the blanket you’d wrapped around yourself. you stared blankly at the news that rarely ever portrayed the reality of chicago gang violence, you tried thinking about all the great memories you had with your sister all of them came flooding back a weak smile showing up on your lips as you remembered all the amazing memories with her.
but they also reminded you she wouldn’t make any more, and they would be the last memories you’d ever have with her, tears brimmed in your eyes as you so desperately tried to hold them back but to no avail a few stray tears fell down your cheek, the pain from loosing your sister too much to bare. you just wanted to be in dante’s arms you just wanted to feel safe. you just wanted to feel something that wasn’t this excruciating pain.
as tears slipped down your tears your eyes became heavy, sliding further down into the blanket you tried comforting your self with the warmth it enveloped you in, but it didn’t help your eyes just got heavier you couldn’t tell if it was the crying or the wine but after a while you finally gave in to sleep, the sound of the tv dulling you to sleep, giving you a momentary relief from the pain.
a few hours later your eyes fluttered open stinging with tears, as you looked around rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you sat up your body still tangled in the warmth of the blanket that had been previously wrapped around you. looking over to the tv infront of you that was still playing the news the red breaking news symbol caught your attention as you furrowed your brows reaching for the tv remote you turned the volume up as you leaned back on the couch your full attention on the tv.
watching as a reporter shows up on the tv at what seems to be a crime scene, leaning forward when you noticed the upset look on her face and a familiar patrol officer who looks to be in shock in the background..
“while the chicago police department where serving our city in an attempt to get opioids of the streets and protect our children, 1 chicago police officer has died on scene along with two others that have been injured. this is a day of mourning for police department” the reporter spoke, each word coming from her mouth filling you with dread as the camera panned over to a covered body being transferred into a van. your heart dropped as you remembered the message dante had sent you earlier on in that day, the familiar officer you saw. was that dante?
your heart was racing as you reached for you phone frantically checking to see if anyone from intelligence had called, no one had so you immediately went to call your boyfriend. trying to stay calm as you held the phone up to your ear while trying to convince yourself you had no reason to believe he was injured or hurt, but when you heard his voicemail tears brimmed in your eyes as your breathing became unsteady. running your hands through your hair in an attempt to calm yourself down but it didn’t work, your thoughts getting the best of you. you’d just lost your sister. you couldn’t loose dante too. you wouldn’t be able to live with that.
tears streamed down your face as all you could feel was pure panic in fear of loosing your boyfriend, you could feel your face heating up causing the panic attack to worsen, you felt sick as you tried catching your breath, taking a deep breath you tried regulating your breathing but the sobs leaving your mouth made that feel almost impossible.
the more intense your cries became the more difficult it became to calm yourself down, bringing your legs up to your chest you hugged your knees while sobs echoed in your apartment, loosing track of time as your thoughts took over you barely managed to remember where you were, your brain going back to the hospital, reliving will halstead informing you of your sisters passing, now imagining jay, adam or any one from intelligence showing up to your apartment to inform you that dante died.
you’d completely lost track of time in your unstable state, sobs wrecking your body as you hugged your knees, unable to think of anything else all rational thinking leaving your body as you sat having a panic attack. you couldn’t hear anything, you didn’t hear the door of your apartment open so consumed by your own thoughts.
“woah baby what’s going on?” you heard a voice looking up to see dante rushing to your side, sitting on the couch next to you he pulled you into his arms, one of his hands gently rubbing your back as he looked at you with pure concern in his eyes. it hurt him seeing you like this, and he hated the fact he couldn’t be at home with you while you were grieving.
you felt a brush of relief as you saw him, letting out a breath your didn’t know you were holding in as your threw yourself into his arms, he was always gentle with you, he didn’t care of the context after his childhood with his stepdad he was such a caring gentle man when he wasn’t at work.
“y/n calm down baby talk to me what’s going on” he whispered softly rubbing your back reaching for one of your hands as you fell into his chest your breathing still vastly unsteady, your red rimmed and puffy eyes enough to make him tear up.
“you’re alive” was all you managed to gasp out, dante looked down at your confused by your words. of course he was alive, he didn’t understand what made you think he wasn’t as he gently rubbed your back concerned about you gasping for breath.
“y/n i need you to breathe okay? slowly take deep breaths with me” his voice soft as he pushed his confusion away and focusing on making sure you wouldn’t pass out he tilted your head up to look at him and encouraged you to copy his breathing, after taking a few deep breaths you started copying your boyfriend. after what felt like hours of being unable to breath your breathing finally slowed down.
“there you go, good girl. now can you tell me what’s wrong baby?” he said cupping your face and wiping the stray tears away with the pads of his thumbs. dante was an angel, you had no idea what you would do without him. you nodded taking one of his hands from your face to interlock your fingers with his.
“the tv, the news. said a police officer was killed and two others were injured in like a drug raid… and i- thought it was you. you didn’t answer when i called.. i thought it was you it scared me..” you hiccuped a few times throughout your sentence as tears began welling up in your eyes again dante shook his head, pulling you into his lap and hugging you his hand on the back of your head as you buried your face into his neck.
“i’m here, i’m okay. i’m not going anywhere y/n” he whispered in your ear as your gripped at his classic white shirt, inhaling his scent you felt relief wash over you again he was okay.
“i don’t know what i would’ve done if something happened to you” a sob accident my escaping your lips as dante held you tightly against him rubbing your back in an attempt to comfort you.
“i’ll always come home to you, i will always be yours. i promise you i’m not going anywhere” he was a man of few words but you knew he was always truthful. although he couldn’t promise you his safety on the job you couldn’t exactly promise your own either. but just knowing he would fight to come home to you was enough. you loved him more then words could express. relaxing your head on his chest you wrapped your arms around him not wanting to move from his loving embrace. not once had a man ever made you feel so safe and protected as dante had.
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hope you enjoy! i’m not sure if this is any good of if i’ve written dante very well please let me know what you think <3
#chicago pd#chicago pd imagine#dante torres#dante torres x reader#dante torres imagines#one chicago#one chicago fic#one chicago fanfiction#one chicago x reader#chicago pd x reader
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Same old mistakes {Hawk Moskowitz}
synopsis: after leaving cobra kai, hawk finds it hard for anyone to believe he's changed, except for you.
they/them pronouns used, nonspecific reader.
trigger warnings: swearing, fighting, mentions of being manipulated by a authority figure.
He wasn't exactly expecting a welcome wagon, he understood that they'd be mad at him. But he didn't think that it would be this bad. He walked into the dojo and swore that everyone there was against him, except for you. Despite having a front row seat to the past events of the prior year or so, it wasn't until recently that you'd joined miyagi do. After the laser tag incident, where Demetri got his arm broken. You'd always claimed to be a pacifist whenever Sam had asked you to join the dojo and learn with her, claiming that you were better off in the stands rather than in the center of the mat.
You were waiting inside of the dojo, both Sam and you had agreed on meeting to get in some extra practice. You hadn't mined waiting alone on your own, you liked the energy of the dojo. It felt calm and comforting. But after forty minutes or so you just felt alone. You were scrolling through your phone when you heard a few clatters followed by footsteps, putting you on edge with everything that had been going on with cobra kai. You stood towards the front door of the dojo assuming that whoever was here would enter through there, once they did you were relieved to notice that it wasn't any of the cobra kai students, well any current ones that is.
"You scared the crap out of me!" You exclaimed as you made your way back to where you were sitting on the floor. Hawk's face knotted up, "Sorry, I didn't think anyone would be here. I can leave, -" He rambled as you cut him off. "No stay, I'd like the company." You said as you took a sip of your water. He nodded before closing the door and taking a seat on the ground near you.
"You're y/n, right?" He knew your name, but he hadn't really had any confrontations with you. Except for the fight at the LaRusso house on Christmas eve, where he had saved you from getting your head bashed into a table by Kyler. But he wasn't sure that you'd remembered that. "Yeah, you're Hawk." You said, doing a gesture that was mimicking bird wings with your hands causing him to gesture a chuckle.
"Yeah." He said, "So do you just like hanging out in dojos by yourself?" He teased as you rolled your eyes, "Oh totally, top ten things to do on a Saturday morning." You retorted sarcastically, "Sam was supposed to meet up with me before practice. But as you can tell," You paused before gesturing around the room. "She forgot about me." You joked to the boy. "So now it's just myself and the ghostly spirit of Miyagi potentially."
"Nothing better than hanging out with spirits on a Saturday." He joked to you, you smiled before quirking an eyebrow, "Why are you here? Last time I checked none of the eagle fang guys were the early arrival type." You joked to him, he shrugged. "Figured If I showed up early it would give me a few starter points, I don't know if you've noticed but, I don't think anyone's thrilled to have me here."
You pursed your lips looking down, "Yeah, I kinda picked up on that when you were being used as a practice dummy in the parking lot." He shrugged, "It's whatever. I deserve it honestly."
"You definitely don't. I mean you were manipulated by Kreese that you were avenging Miguel by going after Miyagi Do. It wasn't all your fault." Your words were soft and comforting, and for a minute it made him think that there was a potential way for things to turn out alright.
“I think you might be the only one to think that.” He said, you shrugged. “For now.You have to look on the bright side.”
“Whatever you say sunshine.” His voice had no tone of teasing in the slightest. He was being genuine for the first time in a while.
#grace writes#cobra kai#cobra kai imagine#hawk moskowitz#eli moskowitz#eli moskowitz x reader#eli moskowitz imagine
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for the act one asks: 1, 2, 4, 9, 17, 18, 19 💖
1. Tell us about your Tav! Name, class and subclass, race, pronouns. Do you have a headcanon for where they're from? Their family? Are they a Dark Urge? Or did you choose an Origin Character? Was it an easy decision?
My Tav's name is Virl :3 they don't have a last name (yet) but they've also disowned their last name, so they're just Virl to everyone they meet. They're a half high elf storm sorcerer, with a particular affinity for lightning. (They love to joke that they're a walking lightning rod.)
I'm still very new to BG3 and the world of dnd in general so I'm not quite sure where they're from yet. As far as family, their dad died while they were still young and their mom was not very fond of having such a destructive sorcerer for a child when they come from a long line of wizards, so they were, shall we say, kicked the fuck out of their home fairly young, hence disowning the last name ~
They're not a Dark Urge, just a regular kinda dude who can be chaotic when called for :3
2. Was there something about the character creator that just couldn't capture your Character? Please tell us about their hair, facial hair, tattoos, piercings, disabilities, their trans or intersex body, or anything else you're comfortable sharing.
For the most part Virl in game looks pretty much how I envision them mentally, tho I do think theyre very freckled Everywhere, not just in the face. The scar on their face also stretches a bit further across their nose over to the other eye and down their neck to their right arm a bit, more webbed looking in intensity (It's from an accident involving their own lightning as a kid, whoops.)
Virl's agender personally, not really feeling a connection to any spectrum or binary. Theyve never done much to change their body but their voice is Way fuckin deep (voice 2 in thei cc iirc,) way more so than anyone ever expects for their androgynous appearance and it's always been like that. They don't know why but they're certainly not complaining about it ~
4. Do you remember in which order you recruited your companions? Which companion introduction would have felt the most familiar / like home to your Tav / Character?
It was Shadowheart > Astarion > Gale > La'zeal > Wyll > Karlach.
Karlach and Gale were definitely the ones that Virl was most immediately drawn to as far as feeling most at ease around. Karlach was desperate to be seen as not being a threat after finally getting out of a shitty situation in the Hells and Gale is a chaotic yet talented spellcaster, and both of those are things Virl can relate to.
9. Do you have a favorite member of the Tiefling Refugees? Is it the same as your Character's?
Me as the player I'm drawn to Zevlor and Dammon, but I can also put a little blame on @timethehobo for that one after seeing their wonderful art of those guys for months on my feed now lol. In Virl's case tho, they love all the kids (even if they did steal shit from them.) Virl's got a soft spot for little shithead children causing chaos and just trying to survive in the world after being one themself, so they're protective of them. (This is what led them to go after Kagha instead of going straight for Halsin too, because her threatening a child was too far for them.)
17. What does your Character think of Withers?
Virl does not know what the hell to make of that skeleton honestly, they're a little wigged out by him and still unsure how trustworthy he is.
18. How did your Character deal with Wyll, Karlach and Mizora?
Virl jumped right between Karlach and Wyll's sword, managing to convince him after their shared visions that Karlach was not the monster he was led to believe. And after seeing how that decision led to Mizora punishing Wyll in such a drastic way, Virl was the first to assure him it didn't change their opinion of him. They definitely despise Mizora tho, seeing as they're already wary of gods and patrons alike on principle, and after that much of a public display she didn't earn herself any favor in Virl's book.
19. Did your Character spend a night with a companion either the night of the party or earlier? Is it someone they have a continued interest in?
Virl went straight for Karlach and everyone called them out on it lmao. Virl took a liking to their firey friend from the moment they met and Karlach felt the same ~ they're hoping it'll become a normal thing given time for them both to grow closer ♡♡
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Hello may I request a match up for Black Clover, Demon Slayer, and Jujutsu Kaisen please? :) I’m a straight female and my pronouns are she/her.
I’m very shy, distant, quiet, and a little awkward. Basically a huge introvert at first. However, once I get to know you better or I at least see that you’re comfortable around me, I’ll get comfortable as well :) And once that happens, you could say I become slightly more extroverted. I get louder, laugh more, and am overall less shy, distant, quiet, and awkward. I’m also very sensitive and have tons of trouble speaking up for myself. When getting yelled at or just insulted, I try and act unbothered but I think everyone knows that I’m holding in my tears at that point… (it’s really embarrassing ok don’t judge 🫠) But one thing I can say is that I’m somewhat funny. When I feel comfortable around people or just someone, I usually let more witty and funny comments out. The same goes for when I’m like shy Y’know? Its just that it’s much more less cause the last thing I want is awkward silence. Hobbies I have are photography, gaming, golfing, bowling, board games, jigsaw puzzles, and listening to music! My appearance usually consists of grey sweatpants, grey sweatshirt, and black boots— it’s usually my go to outfit since it’s pretty comfortable. At home, my hair is tied in a low ponytail. Outside however, my hair is let down. I let my hair down outside because I’m hella insecure about my side profile. I have a round face, curtain bangs, eye-bags, black hair, and really dark brown eyes :) some people say they look soulless but idk 🤷♀️ I think the only thing that’s preventing my eyes look completely soulless is the fact that I commonly express myself through reactions. I also tend to speak using a lot of “uh” or “um” because if usually when I don’t say those two words, I end up mixing up my words and my whole sentence just ends up sounding confusing 😬
A/n: Hello, I’m sorry this took so long but I hope you enjoy it. You are the first person to request Black clover so that was a nice change, I really enjoy it and hope more people request it soon. Anyway, have a great day and remember to hydrate or diedrate.
Black Clover: Finral Roulacase
Finral may come off as a player and like someone who cares to much for appearances at first but deep down he just wants someone who is kind and understands him
He doesn’t care that you like to wear sweats and relax all the time listening to music or reading, he loves relaxing with you
I can definitely see him trying to encourage you to get out of your shell and wearing your hair up outside of the hide out, but he won’t push it if you tell him to leave it alone
Finral just wants to take you to the most amazing places and show of his amazing girlfriend
If you’re at the hideout and Yami yells at you for something or Zora starts being an asshole, you bet Finral grows a back own for once and tells them to back off, he just doesn’t want to see you cry
He does enjoy when you start making jokes with Magna or Luck, the smile you get while laughing at their random arguments is the best thing in the world to him
Finral also loves your eyes, even if you or anyone else tries to say they look soulless, he just brushes it off and goes on to list how beautiful they are and that when the sun hits them just right they shine so magnificently.
Demon Slayer: Inosuke Hashibira
Inosuke is confused at first as to why you’re so quiet around him but after talking with Tanjiro and finding out you are probably shy, he tries to make you feel more comfortable
Making jokes and being his normal idiot self, somehow worked out the best way to make you comfortable is just be himself
When you start opening up and joining in on his jokes, he is so happy
Loves to try and get you to prank Zenitsu with him even if it’s just you distracting the blonde while he dumps water over the boy’s head
If anyone and I mean anyone makes you cry or almost cry they face his wrath, that includes the Hashira
Tengen makes a dumb comment that could be interpreted as an insult, Inosuke is trying to beat his ass. A demon calls you weak while out on a mission with him, that demon didn’t get another word out before its head was rolling across the ground
He’s very protective and will make sure you know he has your back
Also you are the only person he consistently call by their actual name, he never gets it wrong
Jujutsu Kaisen: Toge Inumaki
Toge completely understands being shy at first, after all he has to be careful around new people, cause they may find it odd he speaks in such a unique way
Once you are both comfortable around each other, Toge is his usual playful self and loves that you enjoy making jokes with him
He loves that you have such a wide range of hobbies, it means more fun date ideas
Going to the park and taking pictures of random things or each other, staying in and playing games while a collaborative playlist blasts in the background
Even if others may find it weird that you use filler words like ‘uh’ or ‘um’ all the time, he loves it because it show you are doing your best to communicate clearly even if you don’t have the same limitations as him
Toge just all around understands having trouble articulating what's on your mind so if you just need a break from talking he’s down to just cuddle or if you still want to express yourself he hands over his phone with an open notes app so you guys can type what you want to say
Also if he finds out someone made you cry or insulted you to the point you almost cried, they better hope he doesn’t find him because he will rock their world and he won’t even have to speak to do it, he’ll just beat their ass
#x reader#jjk x reader#jujustsu kaisen x reader#black clover x reader#demon slayer x reader#matchups
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ibara, wataru, eichi, and arashi with a friend coming out as genderfluid? thank you!! <3
» of course!! hope u enjoy this!! ☆
prompt: coming out as genderfluid to your friend
character(s): eichi tenshouin, ibara saegusa, wataru hibiki, arashi narukami
pairing(s): N/A, platonic
warnings: N/A, fluff, bit of my own hc on wataru's part
☆ — EiCHi TENSHOUiN !!
as someone who grew up pretty separated from the world, eichi had no idea what you were talking about at all.
he had millions of questions and lots to learn, but he never showed any sign of being against you or your identity.
in fact, he thought it was super interesting. although, maybe his efforts to understand you were a bit far, because he sometimes treated you more like a social experiment subject than anything.
even so, eichi did his best to support you. money? name changes, gender marker changes, makeovers? you name it, he provides it! that's the pro of having a friend with a lot of money (who wants to see how far you'd go for the sake of his own curiousity).
he doesn't exactly hide what he's doing, although he denies it. still, he's shown no direct ill intent and hasn't made efforts to harm you in any way, so you've just accepted him curiously observing you when he could.
☆ — iBARA SAEGUSA !!
ibara already knew what you were talking about. before you could even begin to explain, he stopped you, bragged about being smart, and told you not to worry.
honestly, though, he's very supportive, too, providing you with whatever you need and he could possibly offer you.
ibara's very good at remembering your pronouns and whatever else for each period of time. and even if you stick to all of them whenever, he still makes a point to ask every day, just to assure you that it does matter to him.
still, though, he's treating it as if it's totally normal and he's not told anyone unless they've asked. to him, you're just you and that wouldn't have changed even if you told him you wanted to become a dog.
ibara just doesn't really care. still, he's done a lot more research into your identity since you came out to him. he would much rather do that then ask you questions.
☆ — WATARU HiBiKi !!
wataru's reaction wasn't exactly surprising. him screaming in celebration and welcoming you with open arms was absolutely normal. after all, he was considered ‘odd’, too.
something you didn't expect, however, was for him to tell you the exact same thing you just told him. no wonder he asked no questions...
with wataru being in the same boat as you, it made things easier. he understood you perfectly and you two were able to relate on a lot of aspects. still, no two people are the same.
you and wataru ended up using each other to experiment with pronouns and names. it sort of became the norm between the two of you, since it was incredibly easy (and you somehow always managed to find him).
i honestly don't know what else to tell you except that, while he absolutely shouts absurdities constantly, he hasn't once outed you by accident or without your permission.
☆ — ARASHi NARUKAMi !!
ah, arashi... yeah, you already knew she would be supportive. the first thing she did was give you a hug, though, and thanked you for sharing this sort of thing with her.
she asked you quite a few questions at first, but she tried her best to stay respectful. she wanted to learn what would be respectful to do and what she should actually avoid doing. while she could read it online, she thought it was more appropriate to ask you personally.
arashi's the one who usually helps you fix yourself up to your liking. if you're not feeling very feminine that day, then no worries, she knows exactly what to do!
she's fairly educated, but she does try a little too hard. she's not stifling, more-so just a little too worried that she'd accidentally misgender you or anything without meaning to. she has never done so thus far.
just like she claims, arashi is more of a big sister to you than anything. she wants to make you're happy and comfortable, so she tries to be flexible.
#sin thinks that...#ensemble stars#enstars#enstars x reader#enstars x y/n#enstars x you#ibara saegusa#ibara saegusa x reader#enstars headcanons#arashi narukami#arashi narukami x reader#eichi tenshouin#eichi tenshouin x reader#wataru hibiki#wataru hibiki x reader
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Coming out again, because sometimes that’s important.
Hi. If you know me already, you can skip this first chunk. If you don’t, I’m Ben. I’m a teenage boy from the great midwest. I write, read, play DND and different video games. I like Splatoon and fried rice and fantasy and different futuristic aesthetics. I grew up on dystopian fiction and that’s part of the thing that’s made me so optimistic for a future for people like me. For the minorities, the marginalized, the attacked and abused. We’ve won before and we’ll win again, no matter how long the fight.
I’m a transgender, gay, and asexual boy. It took me a very long time to reach these labels, but now that I have I’m comfortable with them. They may change in the future, but for now, this is who I am.
I came out as bisexual at eight years old. I wasn’t ‘groomed’ into it- I was raised in a straight family with straight grandparents and straight aunts and uncles. None of my neighbors were openly queer and I almost solely consumed straight media. The only reason I was able to figure this out was because I had friends who were already figuring themselves out. The labels they used taught me that there were other options than straight and cis. I was curious and confused and a little hesitant, but that’s normal when you come across things that aren’t common to you. I learned and that was that. I sat down with my mom and told her I was bi and she said “me too.” That was my first realization that people like me were everywhere. We’ve always existed, just maybe not so openly.
I tried different labels and gender identities for years after that. Different pronouns, different names, but nothing quite stuck. Somethings felt better, but nothing felt good. I wrestled with attraction for a while. I’m autistic, and that can cause me to struggle a little with understanding my own feelings. The boys in the area I grew up in were downright cruel, too. I didn’t know any of them that I could possibly be actually attracted to. I was bi, pan, lesbian, aro/ace, pan again- it kept changing. There’s nothing wrong with that. I was testing out labels until I found what felt comfortable and that’s okay. Most self exploration isn’t linear.
And then I grew older and I started meeting boys who actually were decent. Around that time, I was starting to dip closer and closer to he/him pronouns. I was slowly learning that masculinity and boys aren’t inherently evil; the place I was raised in had a strong ‘boys will be boys’ culture. They were expected to be loud and rough and cruel. Then I found boys who wouldn’t make fun of you for your identity or your race or your mental or physical disabilities or simply just for being different. Masculinity isn’t inherently evil and I was allowed to be masculine.
So I let myself try he/him pronouns and a boy’s name and I let myself admit I’m attracted to boys and more masculine people. I still remember how it felt like a weight off my chest when people started using he/him pronouns for me. I started looking at gay ship art and reading gay fiction and once I’d had my fill of projecting myself onto one of those guys, I moved on to just generally queer media. I watched people like me thrive and create and exist exactly as they were.
We were always here, we always will be here. Coming out is one of the scariest queer experiences I can think of, even when it’s just coming out to yourself. But it is worth it, even if you’re the only one who knows. It’s okay to not come out to other people or to only come out to specific people. This is a beautiful, personal part of you and no-one is entitled to it. Never let anyone tell you your identity makes you less deserving of a gorgeous, beautiful, happy life.
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This blog contains dark content and smut! This is an 18+ only space. Any minors or ageless will be blocked on the spot for following me! Please have at least an age indicator somewhere because im a whole grown ass adult writing for other grown ass adults.⠀That being said I will label all smut and any dark content appropriately with TW "X" or CW "X".
DNI and please, please fuck off in the meanest way possible if you fit any of the below criteria:
anti LGBTQ+
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If you aren't able to tell yet my main self ship is Taiju Shiba, he is literally my husband and he owns me completely and I will not tolerate anyone who is going to bash me or my self ship with him whether you agree with his "redemption" or not. Your opinion means literally nothing to me and while i don't condone the violence depicted in s2 I will shout with my whole chest for this damn gorilla. Label me a Taiju Apologist if you want jk but like.... Don't bring your negative views of a character that I find comfort and joy in shipping with to my blog. Remember this is a fictional character and I don't want to fix him I want to fuck him and be fucked by him! i might also just want to be loved by him as well/srs
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I dont take requests at the moment because I am unable to release content on a regular basis, and my hyper fixations also jump around quiet a bit so I write what I'm fixated on at the moment. I prefer to write characters, tropes and content that I want to because I am unapologetically writing self indulgent content that is more than likely Dessycoded. If you enjoy my fics and the way I write you can definitely pop in and praise me! I will at times answer headcannons that I find interesting or I might replay with a short thirst or imagine if I feel like it. Happy Dessy, happy life so please don't ever pressure me into writing.
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Xreader fics! This means I write for afab!reader, fem!reader or gn!reader. I will never use pronouns in my fics but reader will have a kitty kat. I truly believe in and encourage inclusive writing so reader will not have character descriptions and will be written in you/your format as to avoid pronouns. I myself use she/they pronouns and this is the most comfortable form of writing for me!
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I will at times write themes of: somnophilla, yandere, hard or dark kinks, consensual non con, mind break, depictions of impact play or heavy degradation, blood play/kink, fear play, toxic relationships. It is your responsibility to adhere to the warnings and labels I post, not mine!!!
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I self ship with various characters but my main ships are King Kong AKA Taiju Shiba, Draken, Levi (omswd), Hantengu clones minus Zohakuten, not ever Tengen Uzui, Toshiro Hitsugaya and Kenpachi Zaraki. I do at times post selfship art for my and only my pleasure. I don't honestly care if you want to see it but I will post it, please don't steal or save my selfship art cause thats fooking weird. I will absolutely write self indulgent Dessy coded selfship fics, thirsts, drabbles and more than likely i will be unapologetically unhinged and feral in the tags. If you don't like it, well that's just too bad!
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[A4NB] Letter From a Friend [Comfort for coming out gone bad] [Nonbinary listener]
AN: Listen. I know this isn’t the usual script, more of a monologue, but I had writer’s block. I might still have writer’s block. So have something short, sweet, and super sappy.
Synopsis: The speaker and listener are best friends and roommates. The listener returns from a visit with their parents and immediately locks themselves in their room. Knowing that the listener had planned to come out to their parents, the speaker writes them a letter and slips it under their door.
Usage:
- Okay for monetization
- Please credit me as Harvey Hawk :)
- Tweaks, improv, and pronoun changes are okay! Just please do not rewrite the script completely.
Google Doc
Key:
[SFX and Action]
(.) Short Pause
(...) Longer pause
(Voice instruction)
Word Count: 655
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[Paper unfolds]
BEST FRIEND (VOICEOVER):
Hey buddy,
By the way you’ve hid yourself away, I’m going to assume that coming out to your parents didn’t go well. I’m so sorry. You don’t have to tell me what happened, but I want you to know that I’m always here for you.
Take some time to be alone, but don’t isolate yourself for too long.
(Gently) I know you have a tendency to do that, you silly goose. Remember there are people you can go to for love and support. I know that’s what you wanted from your parents, and it’s what you deserve, but you and I both know how unfair the world can be.
It's okay to hurt. Don’t try to pretend you don’t; I can tell. You always try to hide it. You act like you don’t care what your family thinks, but I know how much you care for them.
Don’t worry, it won’t hurt forever.
When I see you, you’ll probably shrug and say you don’t need anyone’s approval to be nonbinary. This is true, but I know how broken up you were when you came out to your sister. I can only imagine how this must feel.
You said yourself that despite your problems with them, your family was your support system for so long. I know you’re torn up that they don’t accept this part of you. Especially given what a large part of you it is.
Just to let you know, I accept every part of you. It’s important that you know that.
(Amused) Remember that year when you brought me to my first Pride Fest? Thanks for that. I was so nervous, but you let me follow you around like a lost puppy and showed me all the cool events. Remember how I tripped on the train of that drag queen’s dress? That was mortifying! She was so sweet about it, though. I know that memory always makes you laugh.
When you’re ready to come out of your room, would you like to have dinner? I’m making something other than casserole! We can pop on some Muppet films if you want. Those always make you feel better, don’t they?
We can even watch Muppets from Space, even though it’s my least favorite Muppet movie and it’s not even canon. I know you love Gonzo, our nonbinary icon, but I can’t understand your affinity for what is objectively the least impressive Muppet movie. But since I love you, we’ll watch it.
And yes, I’ll fast forward through the Noah’s Ark scene in the beginning. It kinda freaks me out, too.
Make sure you hydrate! Take your medicine as well, if you haven’t.
By the way, I’m proud of you. Not just for telling your parents, but for all the growth you’ve done over the years. You’ve really come into your own, you know. Even if you say you’re not where you want to be in life, I think you’re in a pretty good place now.
Things like a house and your dream job seem far away, and maybe they are! But right now you have a roof over your head, dinner in the kitchen, and a best friend who loves you very much. I think that’s a good start. And if anyone can go far, it’s you.
Something tells me you needed that reminder. Your confidence seems to take a hit each time you visit your family. Maybe we should talk about it sometime? If you want to.
One more thing. You know who you are better than anyone else, period. There are people who will try to make you doubt your identity, but they haven’t spent the years exploring the depths of you that you have. Not even your mother knows you better. Trust and believe in yourself; your gender is your own journey. And I’m with you every step of the way.
See you when you’re ready.
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Hey so I've had a question for a while and your recent post reminded me of it and I was hoping to get your perspective as somebody who is both trans and intersex
I am a cis woman, and I'm intersex. I have been trying to find a hormone therapy that doesn't give me weird reactions, and over the last year or two I have started to make a little bit of progress. However, it is still not uncommon that I am misgendered.
I am also part of a gaming community that is extremely welcoming, provides pronoun roles in discord, etc. But I have noticed that some of the people in this community, presumably in an effort to ensure that they don't misgender anybody, have taken to ignoring what someone's pronouns are listed as in order to use "they" pretty much universally. (I get it; it can be difficult to remember who uses which pronouns in such a large setting) But I have spent much of my life being misgendered or degendered, and it feels like this is still misgendering me when I have (she/her) in my name. I told my best friend (cis perisex gay man) that it bothered me but I didn't want to say anything because I don't want to make anyone feel bad, and his opinion is that I should try to not let it bother me because it kind of sounds the same way as straight dudes who are afraid someone will think they're gay.
Another friend (nonbinary, perisex) has told me that seeking out hormone therapy and having dysphoria around the masculine features of my body is transmisogynistic because I am limiting what womanhood looks like. I feel like I am doing something wrong when all I am trying to do is pass as my gender.
And I really don't want for my own gender dysphoria to mean that I am trans antagonistic. And the problem is that on one side is me, and I'm cis but intersex, and on the other side is me friend, who is trans but perisex, and anyway. I'm really sorry if this is rambling but I was really hoping I could get your perspective on this. Sorry it's a ramble
hey anon!
I think that your feelings are incredibly valid, and that your perisex friends sound like they don't really understand what being intersex means and how that can affect our experiences with gender. You have the right to be called the correct pronouns and you have the right to speak up and be supported when you're misgendered. The fact that you are cis doesn't change the fact that you are getting misgendered, and I know how painful that can be when you are used to getting degendered all the time and you've grown up being told that you're not "enough" of a woman or a man. You are allowed to be bothered by it and i don't think it would make it sound like you don't want to seem gay or don't want to be associated with trans people. You're just asking for your own gender and pronouns to be respected.
Your other friend who is trying to act like HRT is offensive somehow is just completely wrong. They have no right to tell you shit about what you should do with your own body. You are allowed to take steps to feel comfortable in your body and deal with your own gender dysphoria. It would be one thing if you went around saying that "certain features are always masculine" or that like anyone with certain features isn't a woman, but to me it just sounds like you want HRT because it would be gender affirming for you. It doesn't seem transphobic to me at all, as long as you aren't going up to other trans or intersex people and making comments or generalizations about their bodies. You are allowed to make whatever choices about your own body that feel right, and it is completely understandable that as an intersex person you want HRT to make yourself feel more comfortable.
I'm only one trans and intersex person but I think that you have not done anything wrong by wanting to be called your correct pronouns and wanting gender affirming hormone therapy.
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