#gender nonconforming reader

[statticscribbles]

Fifth

Summary: Descendants; Ben/Chubby GN reader; Reader is the fifth kid chosen to go to the isle

“So Y/N really? Them?” Jay laughs and you scowl letting your magic fizzle; while you can’t actually do magic on the Isle you’ve gotten good at alchemy. Which means for now everyone thinks you can do magic; the fizzles and sparks from the alchemical reactions you create. Jay is still not impressed, you know he has first had experience with Maleficent; you all do; one of the reasons Mal isn’t impressed that  all of you were there. She knew you were her friends; but she also knew that all of you knew what her mother was capable of; and what would happen if you failed to get the wand. Your father; LeFou wasn’t exactly dangerous; but your mother; Madam Mim was a force to be reckoned with and you knew Maleficent was weary of her gaining her magic back simply because she, and you by default of benign her child, were unpredictable. You knew Mal was thankful that your anxieties had kept you in the shadows and books that the isle had; that you weren’t a threat to her.

“Mom said they could help; well the prince requested them specifically.” Mal shrugs watching you; you can tell she’s reevaluating you as a threat. You wonder what you score in the tally she has in her mind with how she pulls Evie a little closer.

Ben is grinning at everyone and you wonder if his parents are making him recite whatever speech he’s almost robotically talking through. Mal makes a joke; something about him trying too hard and his laugh sounds a little strained; but Audrey seems annoyed; clearly she can’t tell the tone has changed.

“And you’re LeFou’s child...”

“I wanted to uh; be the first to extend an apology to you and your… family because.. Of … You know…” You try to shrug a little and Ben just nods before Audrey appears trying to pull him back from all of you.

“Madam Mim’s child actually…” Evie interrupts and you know she was trying to be helpful; that all VK’s knew to answer with the most powerful parent they had. Ben’s smile doesn’t falter, until Audrey gives a sharp tug on his shoulder.

“We need to love spell him!” Mal grins and you wrinkle your nose avoiding saying anything; it would be easier to just swap the fake wand out by lowering the security systems with a couple of alchemical reactions you know but they never asked for your input.

-You’re hiding behind Evie when Lonnie walks in, poking your head between Mal and her smiling when Lonnie waves to you.

 “Chocolate chips are the key; a warm chocolate chip cookie right out of the oven is the best; with your mom, it really puts things into perspective you know?” Lonnie grins looking slightly confused at everyone else's faces you know they’re confused by her description of a mother and you and Jay share a look that you know hides the question of, what is it like to have a mother.

“I just thought that even villains would love their kids.” Lonnie looks hurt and you watch her gaze fall over all of you; Mal and Evie hesitate but you shrink backwards when her brow crinkles.

“That’s so horrible, I’m so sorry all of you have to deal with that.” You can see her tear and you move your finger to catch it.

“It’s alright, can’t miss what you never had.” You try to placate her but she just looks more upset.

All you manage to catch from Evie is that Mal and Ben went swimming; and then Mal had said something about not being in love and Ben had confessed he knew about the spell. That the lake washed it off; and you wonder how any of you survived on the Isle if you never thought to research if the enchanted lake had powers. You don’t think too heavily about it; in fact you’re too distracted because the next thing you hear is Carlos grumbling about how Ben and been talking to him on the Tourney field about you.

“I don’t understand what Ben see’s in any of them; at least he made the right decision and left Maleficent's spawn in the dust; wonder if she’ll go full villain after the break up; Evil queen’s daughter is too stuck up to go for Ben and that one is far too chunky for him to be able to do anything with.” It’s Chad who’s making the comment’s Audrey laughing along. You almost wish Mal would use her magic; but you can see the way she’s glaring; and if you happen to slip a page of alchemical recipes in front of her to dye Chad’s hair, or color all of audrey’s pink clothes green; well it’s no one’s fault when it actually happens; everyone knows Mal is useless at Alchemy and you’ve only read about it in books; there’s no way your magic could do anything anyway.

Ben’s smiling a little at you and you want to say something but you also don’t know what to actually say. 

“Are you alright?” You don’t know why you’re asking; he’s the one who broke up with Mal as far as she’s said.

“Alright in general or alright specifically because of the breakup?”

“Both?”

“I am ; but I was wondering if you wanted to go out?”

“I’m no ones rebound and I get you’re just asking me out because I’m sure Chad made some joke about it or-”

“No Y/N it’s not because of that; I really do like you.. I just; Mal made me realize it; the lake helped wash the spell off; but I think it didn’t work because of you…”

“You’re telling me I messed with the spell?”

“No; not on purpose..” You wait for him to explain but he just leans forward and kisses you.

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[hatkuu]

omg omg loving sex w kylar after he gets jealous seeing you talk to someone else and you remind him youre not going anywhere youre all his <333

oopsies sorry this took so so long nonnie!! i am wading my way through so many good asks lately hehe i vow to finish them all soon!!

tw: gen! reader (no specific genitals mentioned), m! kylar, pregnancy talk, breeding kink, make up smut, mention of starting a family with kylar...

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"Kylar?"

Your hand trails down his cheek, fingers tracing against acne-scarred flesh as your thighs wrap around his bony mid-section.

Even as you touch him so lovingly - with so much reverence that he has to bite back a jaw-straining smile - Kylar refuses to forget what you pulled today. You pause, surprised that your boyfriend isn't instantaneously melting in your hands. Eyes squinted in confusion instead of your previous sultry expression, you pull back to meet your boyfriend face to face.

Kylar's lips rest in a heavy pout, brows creased with ire as his eyes stare back at your own half-closed ones. He huffs, loudly, obviously upset with you over something or someone you interacted with today. His pout doesn't falter, not even as you fight back a giggle - subsequently, as Kylar continues to uphold his seething - you burst out into a scene of hideously contagious laughter.

You wheeze, falling backward onto the headboard of Kylar's bed as he mumbles, turning his head away to stare at the wall to the left of you.

"Don't be like that, baby!"

Your hands quickly redirect Kylar, quickly pressing a laugh-sweetened kiss against his sour ones. "If I did something, you should tell me instead of just getting upset, okay?" Despite the seriousness of your question, you don't stop pressing quick pecks against his lips. Kylar's pout falters for only a second; and that's when you know you have him.

"Who's bed am I in right now, hmm?"

Kylar's face flushes heavy and his pout quickly morphs into a shy smile. His breath hitches, eagerly tugging you back into his lap. "M-Mine," He breathes out shakily, always so eager to respond to you. "Y-You're in my bed."

"Mhm," you murmur lowly, pressing a much firmer kiss to Kylar's lips to show your appreciation at his obedient answer. "I'm in Kylar's bed right now," You smile against his skin as Kylar laves at your own, tasting you rather than kissing. He's desperate for you, so appreciative of your cooed out affirmations of his position as your lover.

"So Kylar shouldn't get jealous over people who don't matter—"

Kylar quickly pulls back, gripping at your shoulders with a concerning intensity.

"But—"

"Nooo," You tease, unphased by the jealousy behind his eyes - the same jealousy that has him pulling knives on people - continuing your loving carresses despite the concerning situation. "I'm your's - and if you're so jealous—"

"'m not jealous—"

"—maybe you should make everyone know I'm your spouse, hmm?"

"M-My spouse," Kylar shudders, his grip loosening as his gaze morphs from jealousy into pure, unadulterated lust. "Y-Yeah," He groans, face falling into your neck, lapping and biting at the tender flesh on your collarbones. "My spouse..." He talks to himself more than to you, too busy marking your skin with an artwork of purple, splotched hickeys.

"We'll get married and have so many babies," You whisper, purposefully riling him up with the mention of starting a family, something that Kylar rambles about daily - something that he'd do anything for.

"Y-Yeah, I-I'll give you as many as y-you want," Kylar shivers, quickly pulling your underwear to the side to prod at your entrance with his fingers. You whine at the cold touch and Kylar presses an apologetic kiss to the side of your throat, sucking at the skin as he does so.

"Two sounds nice."

Kylar pulls back, smiling so wide at you that your own expression morphs into one that mirrors his. You gasp, back arching as Kylar's fingers slip inside of you. He doesn't break eye contact, committing your face to memory as you quiver just from his fingers.

"M-Maybe we'll even end up with m-more than just two!"

You squeak as Kylar's arousal presses hot and heavy against your bare thighs, twitching in excitement at the prospect of breeding you and having so many babies with you—

"Ah— You'll j-just have to be thorough, won't you?"

Kylar nods eagerly, pulling down his briefs to press his cock against your entrance, dragging it along the sensitive skin, relishing the twitching heat beneath him. He giggles as you arch your back further, aching to feel him inside you.

"I promise. I'll fuck you so good that— that you'll have no choice but to get pregnant a-and be mine forever— Y-yeah, I promise, m-my love."

You know for a fact that Kylar would never break a promise to you - especially not a promise as special as this one.

#kylar the loner #dol kylar #dol #kylar #kylar x reader #hatkuuasks #me personally i think ANYONE can be bred no matter their parts lol #boyscanbebredtoo!!! #no matter your gender kylar is like “getpregnantgetpregnantgetpregnant--” #breeding is gender nonconforming to ME #kuuskylarposting

[dreamlandcreations]

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

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

#jordan li x reader #fem!reader #I mean originally #jordan li #gen v #gen v imagine #jordan li imagine #my stuff #my fics #or not #I was going with non-binary/gender fluid/gender-nonconforming vibe for the reader in the idea #ramblings #in the tags #don't mind me #daydreaming fics #sharing crumbles

[enterwittyjokehere]

Accidental Announcement

Raiden x (gender neutral) reader smut

⚠️ warnings:

[They/them pronouns used]

[Slight smut: 18+ only!]

[Blow j*b]

[Main character death]

"Shang Tsung, please stop this behavior before you do something irresponsible." Lord Liu Kang pleaded.

The high strung outworld sorcerer just let out a sarcastic laugh, he held a close friend of the fire God hostage.

(Y/n)'s frail hands wrapped around the towering sorcerer's own. He held them by their throat, as some prized game he had just killed.

"You think I'll find my humanity now, lord Liu Kang?" He let out another laugh, only this one was slightly more unhinged.

With his second, free hand, the sorcerer snapped (y/n)'s neck, taking their life force in. Then Shang Tsung dropped the lifeless corpse with a loud thud.

Raiden, who had been tending to his fellow former Shaolin monk, Kung Lao's, injuries, watched in horror as it happened. Raiden was a sweet man, who always seemed to see the best in people, and seeing this truly upset him.

Kung lao put a hand on Raidens shoulder, in an attempt to lift himself up off the ground, "(y/n)!"

Raiden held him down, "Kung Lao, please, stay down. You're hurt very badly."

Raiden pleaded with silent tears, Kung Lao noticed the pain of his friend and laid back down.

Liu Kang looked as though he would kill Shang Tsung, anger engulfed him similar to the flames traveling up his forearms. Earthrealm's Johnny cage had scaled the wall, that Shang Tsung was watching the champions of Earthrealm from, he was only met with a kick and fell onto his back, exhaling most of the air in his lungs.

Kenshi helped him to sit up as he gasped for air, Raiden watched, he wasn't sure what to do he wasn't sure how to help.

Netherrealm he wasn't even sure if they were dead, Shang Tsung was a powerful sorcerer and he has been playing with them this whole battle.

But something in raidens mind told him he was wrong, Shang Tsung was not that merciful.

Raiden got up, leaving Kung Lao's side, walking in between Liu Kang and Shang Tsung. He squatted down to be at (y/n)'s side, feeling for a pulse. He felt none, lightning buzzed off of him most of it siphoned into the ground.

"You kill for no reason." As always Raiden spoke clearly, he knew something no one else in the room knew and it made this situation much worse.

"Therefore you cannot be reasoned with." Raiden's words made the arrogant sorcerer smile.

He looked down at (y/n), his partner, for a few months now he and (y/n) had been 'sneaking around' to say the least. It started out as puppy love sweet and cute, (y/n) had presude Raiden, but raiden cared much for them already.

"And what will you do about it 'farm boy'?" Shang Tsung used Johnny Cages nickname, but it sounded even more demeaning coming from him.

"Nothing." Liu Kang objected, "Raiden. This is not your fight."

Though Lord Liu Kang's voice was stern, however, Raiden had to do something, he would not be able to live with himself had he allowed Shang Tsung to get away with prematurely ending his beloved's life.

"It is now, lord Liu Kang." Raiden answered, "forgive me, but I must disobey you."

Raiden removed his hat and placed it to cover (y/n)'s face, "Rest now, my love. Your fight is over."

Only Liu Kang was close enough to hear his whispered words, but Raiden knew that after his battle all his earthrealm friends would know of his secret.

As Raiden began to fight, lightning crackled and popped, the now recovered Johnny cage urged kenshi to help him move (y/n)'s lifeless body.

The two made their way over to the body of their friend, picking them up carefully, both out of respect and to not drop Raiden's hat. The energy exuding from Raiden was bitter and strong, it did not take an empath to realize how angry he was, even as he kept his cool and fought calm and collectively.

As the two friend's of Raiden and (Y/n) hosted the body up lightning struck it, sending bolts through Johnny and kenshi as well, they let go. The body of their friend slipped to the ground, Johnny reeled back as the electricity made his muscles spasm, "D*mn it"

Although, as (y/n) hit the floor they made a noise. Raiden's hat fell slightly off center and the earthrealmers watched as their beloved teammates eyes fluttered open.

"Hey gorgeous, just deciding to rejoin the fight?" Johnny said, estactic your were ok.

He was only met with a scream as they ran away from him, ducking past a very confused Kung lao. Who just shrugged with wide eyes, helplessly staring at Kenshi and Johnny.

"What?!" Shang Tsung let out, seeing you were somehow alive.

"Hail the elder gods!" Raiden teleported down off the ledge and slapped Johnny's hand, "Johnny tap in, take care of him."

With that he ran after them, Johnny looked up as a very angry Shang Tsung approached him, "why me?"

[(Y/n)'s pov]

You ran away from the strange men, that had surrounded you, they sounded familiar even looked familiar but you had no recollection of them. You ran far and fast but all the rooms in this building looked the same. To be completely honest your weren't even sure of where you were running to. You knew you had a home, but you couldn't remember it, you couldn't remember anything. Finally you came to a long winding corridor, filled to the brim with exotic weapons you stopped to grab a few, you may need them in case the odd men pose any threat to you.

You stopped arming up when you heard loud, flat footsteps approaching.

"(Y/n)!" The guy with lightning powers approached, "Oh, thank the elder gods. I-I..." He paused as you had a twisted dagger in your hands.

"Who are you?" You asked him, he raised his hands in a surrender.

"(Y/n) I mean you no harm. Do you not remember me?" He asked, his puppy dog eyes staring into your own, "Remember our nights together?"

"Nights together?" You repeated, "what do you mean?"

Raiden cleared his throat as a red hue took his tan features, "I'm not sure if explaining would help my current situation, my love."

You cocked an eyebrow at his nickname, "I don't think I can trust you." You explained "The brown haired man also made advances towards me. How can I be so 'close' to the both of you?"

"That's just how Johnny is, now please just listen before you do something you'll regret." He said, attempting to take the blade you held.

You retracted it cutting him, he winced and pulled his arm back. Tilting his head to look at the wound, showing you his little bun. (Not important for the story i just adore his little hairdo 🥰🙈🙈)

"Please give me the knife." He spoke stern but soft.

"I don't know if-"

"No, (y/n) right now, we cannot trust you." He cut you off, his words serious and stern, although his voice still held the same sweet tone. You backed away, but he persisted, "Please I will not let you hurt yourself or anyone else."

You didn't listen only turned to face him and grabbed his shoulder, pushing down on his leg and successfully getting him down on the ground. Moving to straddle him, you dug your knees into his side, holding the knife at his chest, "I would not hurt anyone unless tempted."

"You cut me. On accident." He clarified.

You couldn't think clearly it was like he was playing with you messing with your head. He grabbed your forearms in an attempt to get the blade away from him.

Only thing he did was make you strain to where you pushed back on him, almost grinding in a way. The two of you heard footsteps once more, you looked up to see the brown haired man running towards the two of you.

"Raiden. (Y/n). What the hell are you,-" You're senses faded out with an electric sizzle.

Your lifeless body fell into Raidens chest and peirced the dagger into his chest but only slightly. He winced and held you tightly in place, whispering prayers to the elder gods of outworld.

"Raiden the f*ck was that?" Johnny said approaching the two of you.

"I'm hoping it'll kind of reset them. They were gonna hurt somebody most likely themselves I had to stop them."

You felt your mind fade back into consciousness, you heard mumbled speech and the bright lights bouncing off the beige stone walls hurt your eyes. A loud ringing accompanied the the vague voices, in your ears. You looked up and saw raiden talking, his jaw turned to you a heat seeped into your hands and arms looking down you saw red and a twisted dagger, stabbed into raidens chest.

"Raiden your bleeding!" You said causing him to jump.

"God's, just-" Raiden looked at you as you pushed off him to straddle him, looking at the knife, "you know who I am?"

"Yeah, raiden I hope I would be able to identify my boyfriend." You said, carefully removing the knife and throwing it to the side, "it's not a deep wo-"

Raiden's hands cupped your face, pulling you back onto him, and into a passionate kiss. You grabbed his wrists and kissed back, it wasn't uncommon for Raiden to kiss you out of nowhere. He was quite affectionate, you were just preoccupied with his wound.

The two of you pulled away to breathe, you looked up and saw Johnny Cage, Kenshi, Kung Lao, and lord Liu Kang, staring at the two of you almost in awe.

"Shit. Raiden." You said pointing at them.

He sighed, "yeah, they came to help when you tried to skewer me."

"I did that?" You asked, placing a hand to your heart.

"Yeah, but it's fine." He said.

"No raiden we have to get you help." You said attempting to get off of him.

"Wait don't move just yet." He said pulling you back onto him.

He moved to whsiper in your ear, you scooted back onto him feeling what he had just informed you of.

"Kung lao, Kenshi can you take Johnny and Lord Liu Kang to get a medical professional. I'll stay here with Raiden."

"Knowing what we know now. I'm not sure that's the best idea." Kung lao spoke, "I don't think we should be leaving the two of you alone anymore."

You groaned, "Raiden has a boner so unless you wanna see that I suggest you do as your told."

"(Y/n)!?" Raiden yelled, hiding his face in your shirt.

Kung lao took kenshi and Liu Kang and left, however as you helped Raiden up Johnny cage looked at the bulge in his pants, "guess I'll have to start calling you farm man from now on."

With that Johnny left.

You took Raiden into one of the rooms, it had a small desk space and a chair the two of you moved to it, pushing Raiden onto the desk you kneeled down in front of him. Pulling down his pants, you took your dominate hand and began to pump, lubing him up with the slimy prec*m coming from his tip.

Raiden made his usual cute little noises, as he wiggled around needing more friction, "(y/n), please."

You knew what he wanted, Raiden loved blowjobs, he loved your mouth all over him, he also loved doing oral on you. He felt it's more intimate.

"Give me a second, love." You said as you continued to pump slowly.

You cleared your throat and kiss the tip of his pen*s, then you took him into your mouth, Raiden groaned into his arm. As you began to move around him, swirling you tougne and moving your head in the same motion you had been doing your hand.

Raiden snaked a hand into your hair, the other covered his mouth to hide his noisy moans. You used your free hand to massage his balls, making him moan even more. As Raiden got close he removed his hand from your hair, to prop his body up.

He moved against you, basically f*cking your face. Before his body curled and he came into your mouth you swallowed as much as you could and removed him from your mouth.

He licked the remaining c*m that had dripped down your face off and connected his lips to your own pulling you closer towards him.

"Careful baby, get me too wound up and you'll have to go another round." You said.

"Ooh. That's just sad." Johnny's voice said on the other side of the closed door.

"How long have you been listening, perv!" You said opening the door as, Raiden quickly failed to pull his pants up.

"Well, we got a doctor." Kung Lao said in a sour voice.

"Although, it sounded like Dr. (Y/n) fixed him up pretty well on their own." Johnny snickered.

"I'd still like for him to be looked over." You said, grabbing your partner by the arm to help him.

#raiden smut mortal kombat #mortal kombat #smut #raiden mortal kombat #mk1 2023 #mk1 #mk1 raiden #raiden x reader #gender nonconforming #gay #blowjov #mk1raidensmut

[totalbrainr0t777]

So, let's assume the cram school kids are of legal age:

How would Mephisto, Shiro, and Lucifer react to reader (who would be about Rin's age) confessing their feelings to them?

that's an interesting concept! I don't think I can actually write for lucifer (really sorry :c) but I can write you Mephisto and Shiro! Hopefully these are good enough for you!

Shiro Fujimoto (WC:278 )

You'd had a crush on Shiro for a while. Like your face would burn crimson at the mention of his name, seeing him would just make your heart pound like a circus drum. All you had to do was talk to him. But when? During class? No fucking way, everyone would hear and laugh, no chance. After class? Well maybe, but people would still be around, you know? You choose to speak to him at the end of the day, at the fountain outside the true cross dorms. He had no idea why you wanted him there, to your knowledge anyway. After dressing up your best, freshening yourself up, you skipped toward the fountain. The dusk sunset peaked through the trees, this was it. He was there, his rugged charm even more prominent in the dimmer sunlight. "Did you want to see me, Y/N?" He questioned. Before he even got a chance to take a breath, your confession came out like a huge blubbering mess of word vomit and apologies for wasting his time. After you'd taken a second to regain your composure, he'd spoke up. "Is that it?" Your heart had shattered for a moment. Was that all he had to say? "Well, you're cute, intelligent, sure, why not?" You could tell immediately he was being sarcastic but still, you asked. "Seriously?". Waiting those 10 seconds felt like a millennium. "Seriously. I was gonna ask you the same thing anyway, this just makes it easier for me, don't it?" The shit eating grin on his face spread from ear to ear. You both walked toward your dorm room together, and spoke all night. Well. You did.

Mephisto Pheles (WC:319)

Mephisto was a douche bag to say the least. He got everything he wanted, he was rude (to people who weren't you of course). You had no idea why you were attracted to this asshole. Yet you did. At every hint he made to you two getting together, that you never took seriously, you just rolled your eyes and spat out a "Shut up Pheles". Of course you longed for his touch, for you to be his entire world. But that was so not gonna happen. I mean why would it? He had these vibrant purple locks that fell perfectly without trying, eyes shap as needles, playful fangs and a satirical smirk constantly on his face. You were just..you. That didn't stop you plucking up the courage to do what you were about to do. Pheles had made yet another joke about you both going on a date, but instead of brushing him off, you looked him dead in the eye and asked him where and when. That caught him off guard. That was the only time he'd ever stopped fucking smiling. And you revelled in it, you made him actually speechless. And bright vermillion. Like a tomato. After processing what you'd just said, he stepped toward you curiously. Like a kitten toward a new friend. He had a giddy grin on his face. "Was that a joke?" So you replied, informing him you were only joking, as long as he was. This prompted him to tell you that he wanted to see you after school, so he could prove he wasn't kidding. You hadn't expected him to actually want you, but that definitely didn't deter you from going to see him, to find out what he meant. He handed you a bouquet of flowers, a small card (with his email) and a cheeky smile. You wondered how it'd go, dating him, all the way back to your dorm.

#blue exorcist x reader #blue exorcist #shiro fujimoto x reader #shiro fujimoto #shiro #mephisto pheles #mephisto x reader #confession #Sfw #x reader #gender neutral y/n #gender nonconforming #gender neutral reader #Blue exorcist x gn reader #Gn #asks #send asks #asks open #send me asks #answered #anon ask #send requests #requests wanted #requests open

[realthoughtsreal]

Queer things in my life

I go for Eddie’s look. But I cut my hair and now I miss it so much because it no longer looks like Eddie’s mane. I love dressing up in my Eddie getup, makes me feel more masc and comfortable and confident. I think he’s super cool and my favorite character so far in Stranger Things.

BUT ALSO. Like, I wanna kiss him so bad and hug him and I just had like 2 consecutive dreams with him as the centerpiece.

Like look at him. He plays guitar, so do I. He’s a nerd, so am I. I have something for guys with long messy hair.

We literally own the same clothes.

I may have a queer problem:

This is literally both I want his gender and want him.

I never thought those words would come out of my mouth 😂

I blame all those vamp eddie fics. I like vampires waaaay too much. Add that to him, who’s already my type and I’m goneee.

#stranger things #stranger things 4 #st #eddie munson #eddie x reader #eddie stranger things #queer community #queer pride #queer artist #queer writers #gender queer #gender questioning #genderfluid problems #gender flux #genderfluid #gender #gender nonconforming #gender pride #graysexual #aroace #acearo

[maveras-posts]

MORE ✨CrAcK✨ / Dating Mikey Headcannons…

🔪Dating Michael Headcannons🔪:

EMO BOY ALL THE WAY

Michael sounds like ✨CORPSE✨

Loves Black and RED (Obviously🙄)

Blonde hair covers 1/3 of HIS FACE and his eye

He LOWKEY gets annoyed by it and constantly tries to get it OUT OF HIS EYES

He owns Black Air ✨FORCE ONES✨ (May or may not be ✨StOlEn✨)

Michael also feeds stray cats (Will try to bring them home)

MICHAEL IS A CINNAMON ROLL (Is a Serial Killer but is so FUCKING INNOCENT)

Like he has seen his victims having sex before he kills them but he never thought too much into this(IT MIKEY WE TALKIN ABOUT) 🤦‍♀️

If you’re in a relationship with him you will have to explain A LOT to this man

The first time he sees you nakey he is confused as to why you ✨PaNiCkEd✨ and covered yourself

Just stood there 🧍‍♂️

Not like it’s gonna stop him (CLINGY AF)

Will literally wait outside of the door for you the WHOLE TIME

Michael does it out of fear of losing you (He made it his MISSION to protect you)

Good news Michael is quite low maintenance (Accept for the injuries he sustains from “work”)

Once he knows that he loves you HE IS COMMITTED TO THE END

As long as you accept him, he has no issues with what you do (Just include him)

If you show him your interests he will try to understand (Michael will convince himself it’s the only cool hobby in the world since it’s yours)

In Michael’s eyes your an ✨AnGeL✨ (His Lil y/n can do NO WRONG)

Anyone who disagrees will be… let’s just say “Silenced”

It will take some time BUT he NEEDS your touch without it he feels off

This lil mofo will even purr when he wants attention (Our Stabby Boi is NEEDY)

And he will ✨BeAr HuG✨ you from behind if you aren’t giving him attention

MANY may argue this, but Michael also likes kisses

Kissing Michael won’t happen often even though he likes it.

It can kinda be awkward at times (GIVE HIM A BREAK he is not used to this.)

But trust me HE IS TRYING

Mikey is kinda new at affection but he is a wonderful ✨LiStEnEr✨

Especially if you want to gossip, you got his 100% undivided attention

And will FUCK ANYONE up for you (Attack Dog energy)

I CAN AND WILL go on and on so please send in requests…

An: Hiya Bitches, Bros & other Hoes! I am alive and I SURVIVED FINALS! And I am still trying to write and post something at least once a week now, trying to balance work and all off that fun stuff (I say sarcastically). I hope all of you are well and requests and comments are open, please feel free to request something. I love your ideas and it fuels my creativity and I can see what I come up with. ALSO I was going to possibly throw more OC content in as well, luckily it is summer and I now have more time to think. 👻Stay Spooky!👻

Lots of Love,

Mavera

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[fauustic]

late night bubble bath

((oh yeah the brainrot has hit HARD!!! IM IN LOVE!!! please send me asks / requests about miguel o’hara i might just melt ...))

gender-nonconforming reader x miguel “spider-man 2099″ o’hara

comfort, fluff. a needy miguel who is just a big kitty.

warnings: mention of wounds, very little blood. taking care of him after a night of insomnia. use of spanish pet names, yet a translator helped me because my spanish isn’t the best. lmk if i missed anything!

word count: 3027

A sigh escapes your lips as you shakily grasp the cup of water along your bedside table. You weren't one to have intense insomnia, yet the anxiety bubbling within your gut served as a painful reminder that you haven't been blessed with a moment of shuteye.

Was it something you had forgotten? You ran through a mental checklist that consisted of taking after Miguel's late nights, and not a single chore was unfinished.

Leftovers for dinner could be found neatly packed away in the place he always checks in the fridge, so there was no need for your love returning from work hungry and tired. Today's laundry was already fluffed and ironed, which will make it easier to begin the upcoming morning. Miguel mentioned off-handedly to you how an important board meeting at his lab had been stressing him out, so you couldn't help but surprise him when he got back home even if it was just prepared outfits.

You leaned back against your pillow before rolling towards Miguel's side of your queen sized bed. You felt so jumpy, your hands itching to do anything. Nights like these you craved Miguel's presence tenfold, as he would be snuggled right in your arms, smoothing the stress out from the tips of your fingers through a careful massage. You could remember the sleepy rambles he'd murmur into the air over the ambience of the television, "Pasar tiempo contigo, brillante. Encantador. Mi pequeño amor. Could bask in your presence always, mi conejito." Miguel would whisper into your ears with a cute sleepiness, peppering your jaw with his lips. It's almost as if he was right beside you, brushing his thumb against your skin as he held your hands.

Thinking so fondly of your boyfriend's habits soothed the anxiety of your insomnia as you tried to remind yourself that he always stays safe and remembers you love him. Once coming home for the first time from work, he can't help but smother you in kisses and silly pet names, showering you in soft reminders of how much love and affection he has for you. And then the second time of the night, he'd do the same thing under different circumstances. It had happened the night before, and it'll happen again. 

Miguel, soft groans escaping his bruised lips, would come through the balcony of your shared apartment that stored your little collection of flowers and greenery, slip through the door you always made sure to crack, and wake you up in the dead of the night to be bandaged and treated by your caring touch with hushed pleas. Whispering sweet things, neediness in every touch. "I missed you, cariño. Been waiting to see your pretty face all day, can I kiss you? P-please, let me kiss you." 

And so you did, resting your fingers on his shoulders and slowly trailing up until they cupped his bloodied face by the jaw. Then, you'd painstakingly kiss him until his blood would mix with spit, his fangs desperately wanting to sink into your tongue. 

Getting so caught up in your little dream, the blaring of a shrill beeping car down below your apartment startled you. Interrupting the glass upon your lips, it spilled onto your nightgown with a gasp.

"Fuck.." you mumbled to yourself, missing your boyfriend more than ever. Changing in a rush, you pulled over one of his flimsy lounge shirts over your head to bask in his smell as a reminder of his presence.

Nueva York was a city that didn't sleep, as the chatter of passersby rang through busy traffic. Bars down below thrived under the limelight, people not in their right mind hid in the shadows of skyscrapers. 

You wondered what Miguel could be doing right now. Scouting the vibrant lights as his claws dug into the beam of a building? Knocking someone senseless under the conditions of justice? Saving a civilian as they fall from great heights? 

Wondering made you sick, the anxiety bubbling in your stomach as if you were the one downing margaritas and cocktails in a scummy bar down below. You needed to distract yourself. So you did anything an adult on a late night would do.

So when you finally came to your senses, you slapped a flour dusted hand over your mouth and groaned.

Apron tied to your waist, hair in a loose bun– nothing too serious, in fact you appreciated how this style still kept your androgynous but still staying practical. Wisps of hair straying from the hold would cloud your vision every now and then, which you'd have to blow out of the way subconsciously while preparing the whipped frosting. The TV, distantly able to still be heard from the living room, echoed quietly through the apartment with an ambience that lulled you to a calm. It was the news, you couldn't help yourself due to late night paranoia, but your hands were busy and your attention was snatched away from your beloved creation.

You've truly outdone yourself this time, you decide as you watch the oven in front of you with an exhausted gaze and a yawn. The kitchen was messy with egg residue and splashes of water and vinegar oil, the clock on the microwave read "2:49" in the morning. It was a kind of chaos you normally wouldn't find yourself to, as Miguel loved a schedule, a routine. It wasn't as if he didn't want you to have your fun, far from that, he simply just loved doing whatever was eventful with you. And you couldn't help but find baking amusing as you observed the small cakes in the shaped pans inflate as time went on.

You found yourself in the middle of your small apartment kitchen floor, sleepily peering into the oven until that sleepiness shifted into fully dozing off. It couldn't be helped, crashing so hard after pulling off a mission to pump out more than a dozen cupcakes, half chocolate batter and the rest strawberry flavoring. Thankfully, you were able to stay awake long enough to take the cakes out to cool, but as soon as the oven made the beep to turn off– the couch was the closest thing to fall into a needed rest.

It's hard to know how long you had exactly fallen asleep for, yet the frantic arms encompassing your form must have been any kind of indicator. It was a startle to wake from, as your mouth couldn't keep quiet before your brain began working. 

"Eeugh! I- God Miguel, you scared me so badly–" You heaved into his shoulder as he practically slumped on top of you, whispering his usual panicky tangents he'd spew after returning from his late nights. 

"Lo siento, lo siento mucho." Miguel buried his face into your neck, nose pushing against your pulse. "Would never purposely scare you, mi lucero del alba. But not seeing you in bed, that made me feel… not like myself." Miguel confessed with a shaky breath and a pause, breathing in the floury smell and just you, swearing a purr erupted from his throat. "Would have fallen on the floor of our apartment if you weren't here, in my arms.  "Te necesito más que al propio aire, baby."

A subtle smile peeked through his tone despite the desperation, the longing in his touch. His forearms pushed against your back ever so slightly, reminding himself that you're here. That you're safe. His hands met your sides, thumbs circling in a soothing motion. You knew it calmed him down to trace shapes within your skin, but you wouldn't be lying if you said you loved the burn of his touch when he isn't even truly doing anything on purpose. It was as if the warmth of his finger tips ignited into flames, searing his touch into you. You'll never be able to forget each circle, heart, or even a very rare star traced into your skin, accompanying every freckle or birthmark you have. Every part of you is adored, loved, cherished. 

"I'm going to be here, waiting for you. No matter where you are or where I have to be."

"I hope so." Miguel hummed, "If anything happens to you," His claws found themselves underneath his shirt that you wore to bed that night, trailing your sides like handing a delicate doll. "Tengo miedo de lo que pueda hacerles. For you I'd do anything." 

His body didn't feel suffocating to be lying beneath, as he cradled the both of you to be meeting halfway. It was heartwarming, being clung to like a teddy bear by a man who's trying to hold up an entire city with his own two hands.

You realized his suit was only partially off, head uncovered as well as part of his chest– the suit clung to his waist like a lifeline. Needing to see his soft little smile that he held so selfishly against your neck, you led his face to be held over yours. A soft whine escaped his lips, missing the warmth your neck provided, but a quick hush quieted himself easily.

"Don't act like a sad puppy, my love." You whispered into his lips, breath fanning an old cut just underneath. Inspecting the damage, Miguel's eyes fluttered shut as you smoothed over the stress lines between his eyebrows. Not too rough today, expect a few cuts and bruises. So in your terms and conditions, today may even be considered a great day. "Aww, look at you. You did so well today, didn't you?" Awarding him with a kiss, Miguel melted into you like a weighted blanket.

Both hands cupping his jaw, you held him there for a long while, relishing in the moments of peace and quiet with him. Peppering quick, feathery kisses over his lips and gliding over cheekbones and freckles upon the nose, kissing the stress line you smoothed out, before doing the routine all over again. You strayed, always did– couldn't resist his alluring features and soft pleas to continue kissing him. 

Miguel isn't always so docile. Some nights he'd storm into your bedroom in a trance of pent-up frustration and stress with bruising kisses and bites that took home amongst hidden skin. But most nights, he could be handled like putty. It was an adorable sight to see, as his fangs peeked through his plush lips from the tension going slack in his jaw.

Your lips finally met his for the first time that night, yet it wasn't heated or filled with ulterior motives. Miguel's mouth met yours, and he lazily tasted every inch of your mouth, grazing his fangs against your tongue by accident. He needed to know every inch of you, and remind himself a hundred times over.

"Miggy.." you mumbled between his kisses, and happiness dripped from your voice as he barely let out a "mm?" Separating for just a moment, he decided to simply nuzzle your hand as a substitute.

"Let me run you a bath."

This sparked his attention, a quirk of the eyebrow and a stare of disbelief. "Eh?" Miguel chuckled stiffly, his nuzzles coming to an abrupt end. "¿Qué piensas de mí, un niño pequeño? I'm no toddler." By his response, he hasn't heard such things in ages. But as you slipped away from underneath his grasp, you padded towards your shared bathroom without a word. He was the one to bicker, but once the plan was in motion Miguel couldn't help but abide with a light begrudge in his step.

"The little cakes can wait, honey. Don't try to use those as an argument to get out of this." Your words would come out as a scold to anyone else, but as you turned to start the water it was clear you simply just cared. Too much for your own good. "Let me just do this for you, I missed you today." You admitted. 

"It's too late for this still, cariño." He groaned with a tint of guilt as you started helping him undress. "I'll just shower, go on. Vete a dormir." Yet he did not swat away your advancements to prepare a towel, nor even the drop of bubble bath mix in the water. Miguel looked at you like a deer in headlights, mouth agape as you did so.

"I added the bubble bath formula only because you told me to sleep." You said deadpan, grabbing the suit that's fallen to the floor to hang it on the rack. Miguel's expressions contorted to annoyed, then shocked, to just downright amused of your antics that always had him guessing. He cackled as you kept yourself busy, until you finally signaled to get in.

It was as if you tried to get a cat in the water, as he stared at the mountain of bubbles that rivalled the skies. "I'm not getting in. I can't lose the rest of my dignity." This time, his tone was solid– nothing sounded as if it could get through to him. But you could read your boyfriend like a book, solve him like a puzzle in a matter of seconds. 

"Miggy, my love. My other half. My everything." You cooed, dropping to your knees to poke at the bubbles. "You don't get in this forsaken bathtub with just the right warmth and the bubbles I made with my own blood, sweat and tears, you will sleep on the couch until I give you explicit permission to lay with me." His scarlet eyes glowed with genuine fear in his eyes. "And then, you will just lie with me. You would not be able to hold my hands or waist or twirl your finger around my hair– you will be in timeout. No bed, no holding–"

A splash interrupted your words, wetting your legs as his size struggled to stay in the tub. His arm hung out of the side as his feet kicked up on the tile walls, and he looked as flustered as ever. "No me lo puedo creer." Miguel blew at the bubbles that settled on his face. "I'm no dog who needs a bath, cariño." 

Shaking your head at his rare childish antics, you leaned over the tub to kiss the bubbles upon his nose. It was a sweet, domestic little moment between the two of you.

Small little scars littered his form as you glided a soft wash cloth over the grime of the city that washed off onto him. When the fabric slid over a sensitive muscle or wound, he'd hiss a curse and a "be gentle with me, love." You only responded with a lick into his mouth, which earned you a bite to your lips. "I'm not trying to hurt you, just wanna take care of you, my angel." You whispered into the bubbles, shuffling your knees the closest you can to the tub without falling into it– and massaged the tension in his shoulders.

This elicited a groan to rip through the bathroom walls, a low rumble that he couldn't contain to himself following. Miguel was like a domesticated tiger, all bark and bite yet the rare moments of silly tenderness peeking through his rough exterior. "Ah, that feels–" Miguel hisses again in pleasure, his brain short circuiting under your graze. ".. increíble. Tú eres mi medicina." 

His forearm hanging off the side of the tub twisted to bring his grasp to your face, locking the both of you into a heated kiss, one that stored the unspoken words of lonely nights as Miguel's shifts grew longer and more tiresome. "Missed you, baby. I need you, need you always with me. Wouldn't know what to do without you, I'd go crazy." He rambled as one of your soap filled hands snaked into his hair, to lather his curls and simultaneously scratch where he loves. 

It was an endearing sight whenever Miguel openly expressed his adoration of you, both his thoughts and worries.

"I love you more, Miguel." You giggled as his nose scrunched together at the abrupt sensation of water cascading over his head, the bubbles falling from the softness of his hair and down the ridges of his jaw and nose.

Silence comfortably enveloped the two of you as you rinsed him off, scattering kisses on his skin whenever he mumbled declarations of affection.

As you wrapped his curls in a soft, small towel, his sleepy grumble of a question caught your attention. "What about your little sweets, mi amor? Do you need me to help you finish them?"

Laughing, you shook your head only to shush him softly. "No, no baby. Let's just do it together tomorrow once you get some rest." Leading him to stand, you began draining the tub. 

Miguel didn't argue with the idea of that, purring softly as he imagined the two of you frosting little delicacies– something incredibly cozy and lovely. He loved that about you, the way you reminded him about his own humanity, the little hanging reminder that he needs his own time to help to heal and thrive. 

"All done, baby." You slid your arms around his waist, resting your head against his chest with a sigh. The towel hung around his waist was as soft as the fleece of a sheep, lulling you into the serene sleepiness your body craved to have. "How was your bubble bath?" The words tumbled from your lips as Miguel led the both of you to your shared bed, tucking you into the bundle of blankets scattering about. 

Before long, he slid into the opposite side with his own sigh of relief. Your hands grabbed at his now clothed chest, peeking at his exhausted, but content expression staring right back at your own. "Perfect, mi conejito." Miguel whispered with honesty, bringing you closer than ever as his breath fanned the crook of your neck.

Sleep began to take you as the strong scent of bubblegum flooded your senses, the slightly damp curls of Miguel tickling your neck and cheek. He intertwined his soul with yours, purring with a calm he could only achieve with you.

"Cupcakes tomorrow?" You murmured into his shoulder, soft and sleepy.

"Cupcakes tomorrow, cariño." A kiss to your neck. "Dulces sueños, goodnight."

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[hecateslore]

so i’ve had a Thought™️ circling in my head &

imagine simon and a fem (or gender nonconforming) reader giving him a kiss before he puts on his mask and there’s a lip stick smudge that the rest of the task force rib on him abt (bc they saw it while he was taking a drink of water or smth) and he’s lowkey proud of it

i just think it would be cute 😭

and he wouldn't be ashamed about it either LMFAOOOO (lowkey I hate lipstick so muchhhh but I'll write this one just for you. ) asks are open!!!

It'd been a quiet morning you; getting ready for work and Simon gearing up to head to base for work. Both of you heading towards the door for the drive way, you met Simon at your car, giving him a kiss on the lips, slipping his balaclava on before he hit the road. The color smudged on his upper lip, you make a surprised oh sound. Simon in too much of a hurry , he says a quick goodbye and both of you go separate ways.

At base, Simon and Soap decided to train with some of the rookies, running the track, doing some drills, just dickin' around screaming in new recruits faces.

They walked into their designated lounge room that is Price's office, "Needa water L.T?" Soap offers, sweat beads on his forehead, "sure."

Simon lifts his mask, taking a chug from the water bottle (that looks extremely tiny in his hands) Soaps blue eyes stare at the smudge of color left on his mouth. Soap clears his throat, "What?" Simon says, Price looks up from his computer, Gaz just entering the room, "you been painting your face, ghost?" Kyle snorts.

"you got shit on your face" Soap chuckles, Simon grabs his phone from his pocket and opens his camera. Your lipstick still on him, not bothering to wipe it off he pulls his mask down. The snickering and cackling stops from the three men, confused at his reaction.

" 's just my spouse's makeup." Simon shrugs. All three mens eye widened. "YOU'RE MARRIED!?" soap yells, Gaz's smile fades, and Price stares off into the distance a little freaked out and wondering who the fuck would want to marry that animal.

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[actually-safer-to-kiss]

Well, Actually

Summary: Spencer gets frustrated as Reader proves him wrong about an unsub's profile.

Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader

Category: Fluff-ish

Content warnings: discussions of gender, sexy implications, Ernest Hemingway

Word count: 1.5k

It’s when I flip the OPEN sign to CLOSED that I can finally breathe. Saturday Sale Days at the bookstore are usually easygoing, but most people took refuge at the windows thanks to the crime scene across the street. Another sex worker was murdered, according to the agents who were here earlier. Well, one of them looked like an agent; coated from head to toe in black and seriousness. The other, however, might as well have been a pretentious preppy middle schooler who thinks a doctorate — three doctorates (he made sure to correct me) — gives him the excuse to lack social graces.

I’m not used to running into FBI agents regularly. However, I’m fairly confident that questioning civilians is more about further insight and not running to the end with confirmation bias. Dr. Reid, on the other hand, had his confirmation set that he and his team were looking for a woman riddled with internalized misogyny who was killing sex workers and leaving quotes from Ernest Hemingway pieces.

So, is it wrong that I may or may not have said they might actually be looking for a male with possible gender nonconformity issues? According to the quotes written in lipstick and discussions revolving around Hemingway’s relationship with gender, it was the first thing to pop into my head.

And it was Dr. Reid’s first instinct to take it personally, like any other gifted child who’s never learned what it’s like to be wrong (possibly). His reaction mainly consisted of raising his voice and saying my assumption “was not relevant to our case” and taking a collection of Hemingway’s short stories without paying for it. I haven’t found a suitable way to explain that to my boss yet.

Regardless of his reaction, I had no reason to expect to see him again. I got a card from Agent Prentiss after she questioned me behind the counter and haven’t heard a word since. It didn’t matter then because we were closed, and I had the day off tomorrow —

Knock, knock, knock. A simple three-raps on the glass. The night makes it difficult to see who it is, but I’m more than familiar with the panic button under the register. So before I turn the lights out, I get closer to the door to find out who on the other side can’t read.

And without thinking, I open the door, but don't let him in. “Agent Reid.” I can’t help but push him just a bit.

“Dr. Reid.”

“Right.” I faked a laugh (years of practice). “Well as you can see we’re closed for the night so —”

His hand is out, holding the book. The Complete Short Stories of Ernest Hemingway. The paper cover is already pulled up at the corners and the spine is cracked. Nothing display worthy, that’s for sure. “I took this.”

“And you had it for six hours. How did you decimate it so quickly?”

“I was using it as a source while we were trying to solve the case.” His hand was shaking, from nervousness or lack of strength to hold a paperback in one hand for longer than a minute, either could be possible. “I figured a way to make amends was to come back and purchase it.”

I looked down at the book and looked back up at him. Sincerity and boyish charm force me to hold the door open for him and let him in. When he comes in, his under eyes are darker, perhaps because he's a night owl, or because of his job. His hair is still fluffy like this morning but droopy.

He was prepared to call it a night before coming here. But thievery is apparently too heavy for this agent’s shoulders.

I walk to the register, booting up the fancy tablet. “So did you? Solve the case, I mean?”

“We did.”

I scan the barcode, luckily he didn’t ruin that. “And? Did she explain the Hemingway quotes at least?”

Silence, only for a moment. I see his hands digging into his pockets. He pulls out a debit card and hands it over. “He, actually.”

“What?”

“He didn’t explain the Hemingway quotes but said he targeted sex workers because they were ‘freer than he ever would be.’”

Silence swallowed the room immediately upon saying that but of a different kind. The kind that was ripe for me to brag and possibly even do a little dance. But I’m patient, and I don’t like interrupting people. I tap the screen slowly so the good doctor can gather the words. I even took another glance and his eyes were already locked on me. It would’ve made me jump if he didn’t follow it with “You were right.”

There it is. “Hmm,” I say as I keep the arrogance down to a minimum as I contemplate my next words. I take his receipt and scribble before bagging the book. “So do I get a one-way ticket into the bureau, or do I take your place or —”

“Thank you for your help." He says slowly as if he were being ordered to apologize. Like he wrote these words in a document before coming here. “Your observation sent us in the right direction.” His hand is out, waiting.

I also have a talent for dragging things out. When I shut the techy stuff down again, I go back around and hand them to him, so I can get closer. Read his face. When he reaches out and just touches the paper, I jerk the bag back. “That’s not what you want to say.” I let the bag dangle off two of my fingers, shamelessly drinking in the moment. “Come on, it’s gotta be killing you.”

He rolls his eyes. Briefly, but enough for me to notice. “What could be killing me?”

“That you, an FBI agent, with two PhDs —”

“Three PhDs.”

This is so fun. “Three PhDs was outsmarted by a girl who works in a bookstore. Merely a bachelor's on my resume.”

“That is not the case.” He says.

“It seems relevant to the case now.” That intended to burn, and it did. Scorched actually. I could feel it from here, so I walked to the back to find the lights, expecting him to follow me.

He did. The creaking of the old wood floors echoed as we walked, there was no rhythm or synced steps, just two different walking patterns, one at ease and the other eager. “Just tell me how you figured it out.” He says. “Hemingway has been praised for his writing style and the way he wrote certain female characters but his macho personality indicated he enjoyed nothing feminine.”

A chuckle might have been appropriate, but I replied with a stark laugh. A bold “Ha!” As I opened the lightroom door. “Because macho men are known for being the happiest people on Earth, according to history.” With a click, the lights flickered steadily before turning off. I had my phone flashlight ready, though. “Honestly, Dr. Reid, it might be worthwhile to take a break from reading and watch a documentary on the man. It adds up quickly, even someone like you would get it.” I let the flashlight guide me back to the front, avoiding collateral damage from bookshelf corners.

Until Dr. Reid stepped in front of me, causing my head to collide with his chest. Somehow, I didn’t drop my phone and instinctively reached for my nose. “Someone like me?”

“Ow, first of all. But yes.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

I rub my nose in the dark. “That even a predictable bookish boy like you can eventually come to grips with the fact that he doesn’t know everything.”

“And you do?” He asked.

“I never said that,” I admitted.

He looked at me skeptically. Even in the dark, I could feel my arrogance might have gotten the best of me here. I tried looking away, to another dark space. 

He, however, did not. “What else did you say? Predictable?”

“You mean you don’t remember?”

He sighs, and air from his nose brushes above my lip.

Then so does his hand in my hair.

His lips, though, were quite the opposite. As if all his frustrations couldn’t take it anymore and needed to be let out with a teeth-smashing, saliva-coated spectacle (that no one could see. Not even us.) All I felt was wandering hands and the wall hitting the back of my head before he pulled away. His hands are still on my waist, and he breathes sharply in and out. “Was that predictable?” I heard him swallow.

I contemplated my response for a short while, wondering which one, a yes or a no, would get him to do it again. So instead, I just grabbed where I assumed his head would be and jerked him down to meet my lips again. It worked. His hands wrapped tight as if he glued himself to my skin. “Will you get reprimanded by your team for being somewhere you aren’t?” I ask between breaths and lip separation.

“Maybe. I’m sure you’d enjoy that.”

“I won’t admit anything,” I said. Whether it was to see Dr. Reid’s night turn out worse, or to keep a secret from his boss about a makeout session in a bookstore, I’m not sure. But his body was thin, layered with clothes. Warm.

“What will you admit to?” He whispers, moving our bodies, begging for more kisses. Or just more.

“Dinner?”

“For?”

“Education purposes, Dr. Reid.” My hands can’t help but explore. “Seems like we’ve got a lot to learn.”

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[statticscribbles]

🎂 Fred Weasley x Gn!reader

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“Fred!!!! Ginny and Harry are going to be here any second!!!” You can hear Molly shout and you chuckle, trying to untangle yourself from Fred’s arms.

“Babe you need to get up and help your mom; or at least show your face.”

“No. I want to stay here with you.”

“If she comes up here it’ll ruin the announcement for lunch.” You nudge his hand and it rests over a barely visible bump you have.

“Fred..” Molly hisses and you can feel him tense, pulling the blanket back over you so it hides your stomach and he struggles to pull his pants on and reaches for a shirt that you’re handing him. You’re already dressed in one of his shirts and he grins a little.

“Fred; oh thank Merlin you’re both decent!!”

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[makingqueerhistory]

The Pink Line: Journeys Across the World's Queer Frontiers

Mark Gevisser

More than seven years in the making, Mark Gevisser's The Pink Line: Journeys Across the World's Queer Frontiers is an exploration of how the conversation around sexual orientation and gender identity has come to divide--and describe--the world in an entirely new way over the first two decades of the twenty-first century. No social movement has brought change so quickly and with such dramatically mixed results. While same-sex marriage and gender transition are celebrated in some parts of the world, laws are being strengthened to criminalize homosexuality and gender nonconformity in others. As new globalized queer identities are adopted by people across the world--thanks to the digital revolution--fresh culture wars have emerged. A new Pink Line, Gevisser argues, has been drawn across the globe, and he takes readers to its frontiers. Between sensitive and sometimes startling profiles of the queer folk he's encountered along the Pink Line, Gevisser offers sharp analytical chapters exploring identity politics, religion, gender ideology, capitalism, human rights, moral panics, geopolitics, and what he calls "the new transgender culture wars." His subjects include a Ugandan refugee in flight to Canada, a trans woman fighting for custody of her child in Moscow, a lesbian couple campaigning for marriage equality in Mexico, genderqueer high schoolers coming of age in Michigan, a gay Israeli-Palestinian couple searching for common ground, and a community of kothis--"women's hearts in men's bodies"--who run a temple in an Indian fishing village. What results is a moving and multifaceted picture of the world today, and the queer people defining it.

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[villainsandvictimsalliance]

The appeal of a villain friend in fiction is more often than not the thought that someone out there would choose you over the entire world.

The members of the League of Villains were anyone's priority. They felt replaceable or even worse, they knew they were replaceable. They weren't pretty enough, strong enough, normal enough, cool enough. They were wrong in the head, were too violent, too weird, too creepy.

All the rage? The hurt? They were told to swallow it because it was making people uncomfortable.

Stain was their inspiration, but he wasn't the one to pick them. He wasn't the one who looked at them and told them "you have a place". That was Giran. The manga tells us that Giran was putting together a sort of friendship group for violent outcasts like them. That he formed the League for them to have company, a reason to fight for, to exist.

There's a sort of catharsis that fictional villain friendships give that you can't find somewhere else. A sort of short-lived relief that comes when someone sees you being mistreated and decides retribution is needed. Wouldn't it be wonderful if revenge had no consequences and the damage it caused was at once lasting and non-existent?

That's what fiction is for. You put all your feelings there and create scenarios where you purge those feelings. No one gets harmed and you come out of it cleaned, renewed, with a clear head.

So when Tomura Shigaraki creates the League of Villains, it is an instant click for people who had been wronged and are seeking catharsis of their negative experiences and feelings.

The League of Villains punishes someone with torture and failure for misgendering and hurting their trans friend. A shonen manga does that, a gender where nonconforming people are a joke by tradition. Do you get what that means to some readers out there?

Tomura claims to hate everything and everyone, but when Toga asks him, he admits that they are his exception. He wouldn't destroy something they loved. His prioritizing their wishes and their likings. There was no one else above them for him and no one was as important to him as they were.

Suddenly, they are someone's number one people and not out of manipulation. They recognize in Tomura a man who really cares.

Tomura was shown to live in total neglect. He had poor hygiene, was isolated almost completely from the outside world, talked with maybe three or four people tops, ate whatever, liver whatever. He didn't care about his living conditions. It was only when the League asked for clothing and food and other stuff that he began to care. For them.

He wants them to live, to succeed, he wants to hurt anyone who hurts them, to protect what is precious to them.

And now we got confirmation that they matter more to him than his own past.

Tomura would destroy the world simply because they asked him to, because they promised to. He would destroy himself trying because he must be their hero. Remember how every time a villain would question him about his motivation or his ideals, he would talk about his hatred or his need to destroy. We've gone past it and at his very core we found that the thing that truly fuels him is the desire to be a hero.

For them.

It's really something to see people wondering why a reader would be fond of Tomura Shigaraki or the LOV in general. Is it that hard to understand?

Again, that's the appeal of a fictional villain's friendship to real life victims:

To be important, to be picked, to be prioritized, to be felt, to be seen, to be understood, to belong to and be considered, to be irreplaceable. To be all those things to the point the weight of it shatters the universe.

So much love outplacement in someone's love— to matter so much to someone —that to see you hurt would make them want to destroy the world.

#bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #league of villains #lov #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha 418 #mha 418 #bnha leaks #mha leaks #shigaraki tomura #tenko shimura

[eustasskidagenda]

Hi, I dunno if it's the case or not, but maybe u have some pegging HCs for Sanji, Kidd, Law & Ace, I'm so obsessed with this kink orz. Tyyy! Anon or not, I don't mind.

Hello! I must admit it was quite challenging to write this, because I never thought about how they would act in this situation. I tried not to detail that much for Kid bc I also have to write an OS with Kid+pegging and I'll develop more of my thoughts in this fic. Anyway, I hope the result will match your expectations, thank you for requesting. ☆

☆Pegging HCs for Sanji, Kid, Law & Ace

CW : g/n reader, MDNI, smut, pegging, Kid is cursing obviously, oral sex (Sanji receiving), rough sex, gentle sex, hair pulling, rimming (Sanji, Law receiving) , fingering (Sanji , Law,  Ace, receiving), slight dirty talk, praises. Let me know if I forgot something

WC : 1,9k

Sanji

Well, it's Sanji we're talking about. As long as you don't ask him a threesome with Zoro or to inflict you any kind of pain, he's willing to try and do everything for the sake of making you smile. He doesn't care about what people think and say.

Please, don't go for the biggest size, he has never done that before. He will choose it with you, just to make sure it’s the perfect size. He's likely a little agitated because he's a huge soft boy, but it's fine, he trusts you. 

"Are you sure the door is locked?" 

There's no way for him to be caught.

Sanji is fond of holding your hands, kissing you softly, and looking at you with pure adoration in his eyes, even when he's rough. He expects you to do the same. Take your time to explore his entire body. Kiss his neck, run your fingers through his hair, feel the softness of his hair, and squish on his nipples. That's what causes shivers to run down his spine.

Prepare yourself to hear the most delightful moans and whines when you begin to stroke his cock while rimming and fingering his hole. Sanji is a whiny mess; he just can't control how good it actually feels. His cock is hard, almost painfully hard as he praises you for the good job you're doing. 

If you ask him, he prefers to see your face and eyes, but if you want, he doesn't mind being on all fours or whatever. 

Please let him rest on his back, with his beautiful, strong legs wrapped around your waist. He will ask you to hold his hand, fingers tightly entwined as you start to push the dildo  covered of lube inside him. Imagine him moaning loudly with completely red cheeks as he indulges in a whole world of new sensations. It feels so good, he can't help but start begging for more, harder, and faster. The feeling of your skin against his, your wet kisses, gentle touch, and firm grip on his legs or hips is too much for this poor man. "Plus fort, je t'en prie." (Harder, please) Will come fast and hard.

During the aftercare, you have to keep him back from running into the kitchen to cook something for you. Just hold him tightly and hug/praise him for how good he was. He needs reassurance and to make sure you had a good time too.

And then, he'll run into the kitchen anyway.

Kid

Kid is not against pegging. He's being portrayed as a punk, and punks like nonconformism. So maybe the society is not really open-minded about pegging, but Kid doesn't give a damn. If he wants to do something, then he'll do it. He doesn't believe in gender roles. 

However, Kid cares way too much about his reputation and he knows it could ruin all his notoriety, so he really has to trust you to let you peg him. It will only happen after a certain time in your relationship because Kid is slow to both open-up and offer his trust: he has been betrayed so many times, he's just unable to take his guard off immediately.

You better take the bigger size, he's not a pussy. If you try to choose a normal or less size, he's so pissed off. "You really think I can't take it? Ugh, fuck off, I won’t do it."

It doesn't matter if you're pegging him: he's still the same stubborn hot-headed mess. If you give him an order, he'll get mad. You should use your hands to gently guide him if you need him to spread his legs or roll onto his stomach because words won't work. Like "Kid, please spread your legs" And his only answer is an angry scowl and low grunt. But if you use your hands then… he’ll comply.

And let's say the view is quite interesting, because Kid is named Eust-ass for a reason. His booty is incredibly juicy. It's a gift to see his beautiful body being offered to you. He probably prefers lying on his back because he rarely uses his robotic limb in bed. It's easier to stay still or just breathe if he can remain on his back.

"Ugh, I don't need lube, nor rimming, nor fingering, I'm not a wimp"

He’s a liar. Please use lube.

Kid is the king of low grunts, growls, and shaky breath whenever he fucks you. If you peg him, if it feels too good, maybe you'll hear him moaning. Moans that are really low and husky.  Do not dare make a comment about his moans, or you'll never hear them again.

He likes rough sex, so go ahead and bite him or pull on his hair. He will secretly enjoy it. As he loves leaving marks on your body, he also likes when you do the same. But do not dare to humiliate him by calling him a good pet, slut, or whatever because it is not okay in his book. No one can humiliate him and if you try, the mood is just ruined. Do not try to control his orgasm or whatever. His only answer would be to show you his manicured middle finger.

If you start to praise him for how amazing his ass is or how well he's taking you, he gets totally flustered. If he's lying on his back with his hair spread out around the pillow, you can take a look at his red cheeks in embarrassment. "Shut up."

When he's all flustered and flushed, he's so cute. He's just not used to being praised, so he doesn't know how to react.

Regardless, rest assured that he will enjoy every second of this moment. He feels nervous at the end because he can't help but overthink the idea of being betrayed. Just reassure him and he'll let you rest your head on his chest.

And sure, he'll make sure to fuck you hard later. Whatever you give it to him, he will give it to you harder.

Law

Well, Law is a little more complicated. Sure, he's not totally against the whole idea, but as Kid, he's really slow to open up, and winning his trust is not an easy task. Of course, he knows where his prostate is. He's not stupid and is perfectly aware of how the anatomy works. He's literally a doctor. But that doesn't change the fact that he's aloof and distrustful. 

The first time you talk about your fantasies of pegging him, it's too sudden and off guard, so the answer is automatically "no." He can't take a decision without taking some time to think about it. After that, he becomes somewhat suspicious. To take things slowly is the best thing you can do. Don't rush him or he won't accept.

The idea will slowly but surely make its way through his mind. Of course, you don't know what's going on in his mind. 

(If you wanna know : he's searching for the perfect dildo without telling you anything.)

One day, you're in bed together and he suddenly shows you the dildo he bought. "Hey, y/n-ya, do you still want to try this thing called pegging?" 

He is secretly hoping that you forget about your fantasies.

When you say 'yes', he thinks he's totally doomed, but it's fine. He's willing to at least try. 

Law is completely flustered if you ask him to lay on his back. He will always turn his head to avoid crossing your gaze. Imagine him with soft red cheeks. And if he is on his stomach or on all fours, maybe he will feel a little more comfortable and relaxed because you can't see his reactions. Despite this, he's also nervous because he's unable to closely observe what you're doing. And this man is so stressed, he likes to have the control all the time. 

"Don't forget the lube y/n-ya.", "you know, even if it's a toy, you have to put a condom on" He can't help but guide you. He must feel in control even in this situation, otherwise, he will overthink and you will never be able to enter even one finger inside him.

Ho honestly wants to 'room, shambles' and disappear while you trace his tattoos with your fingers, pinch his nipples, and leave a trail of hot kiss along his happy trail. Law is always tensed and stressed, so he needs a lot of gentle touch to relax enough. The best thing you can do for him is to suck his cock while fingering him, or even rimming. He's so embarrassed, but it feels good. He can't lie.

When you finally enter him, he doesn't moan or grow, he's all about low, deep, husky breaths. It feels good, the toy is hitting his g-spot with each thrust. The moment you glance at him, he wants to bury his head under the pillow. His hair is messy and he is beautiful, with his eyes flashing of both annoyance and pleasure. 

"Does it feel good to be fucked in the ass?" 

Law.exe has ceased to function.

He's going to end up with his legs wrapped around your waist, pressing his feet against your back to force you to move faster and harder. You can sense his legs shaking with pleasure. If you play with his nipples or stroke his cock, it's over, he won't hold back.

Again, he's so embarrassed with his belly covered in his own semen. He just wants to disappear. And he would never admit he loved every single one from this moment. 

If you want to peg him again, you'll have to take the initiative. 

"Ugh fine, y/n-ya, we can do it again." He'll pretend to be doing a great favor to you (he's a great actor).

Ace

Ace, like Sanji, is willing to try almost anything for you because he's a sweetheart. Actually, the only problem is that he doesn't know what 'pegging' means. His first reaction is to ask Marco what it means, as he doesn't want to look foolish in front of you. As soon as he knows, well... 

"Hey y/n, you want to peg me?" Out of nowhere, in the middle of the dinner. He's impulsive, he can't keep his thoughts to himself, so hey, deal with it.

No matter what you ask, he will do it. But don't choose the biggest size because poor Ace can't figure out how something that big could fit inside his body.

Ace is playful, so what's going to happen is not a big deal for him. He wants to laugh with you while you put your strap on, and will make random comments while you thrust your fingers in and out his ass. "Remember when I burst into flames the first time we fucked? Hope it won't again."

Damn, you hope as well.

He's a cutie with his freckled cheeks completely red.

As your figure looms over his body, he can't help but think you're absolutely beautiful. He feels so lucky to have you by his side and to feel comfortable with you. How could a good thing happen to him? He is not worthy of you. His eyes are filled with pure admiration and love for you. And a spark of amusement, obviously.

Loud moans, he doesn't care if he's being noisy. Hair is totally messy on the pillow. Shaking legs and shaky breaths.

His voice is beautiful and soft as he moans.

If you give it to him harder, his cock will remain painfully hard.

Of course, he is capable of controlling his DF, but the sensations are too unfamiliar and overwhelming." Whoops, I burned the bedsheets" with a cute laugh. That was your favorite bedsheet, but you can't be mad at him, he's so adorable.

Will ask you the permission to cum because he's a good boy. 

And totally willing to be pegged again. 

Ace's goofiness will make Marco know everything. "Marco, I did this thing called 'pegging' and it's amazing. Have you already given this a shot? You should try!"

Poor Marco, leave him alone, he cares about his privacy.

#one piece headcanons #one piece x reader #eustass kid x reader #eustass kid headcanons #eustass kid x y/n #eustass kid x you #eustass kid imagine #eustass kid #one piece smut #eustass kid smut #eustass captain kidd #trafalgar law headcanons #trafalgar law smut #trafalgar law x reader #trafalgar law #trafalgar d law x reader #trafalgar one piece #law x reader #trafalgar law x you #one piece requests #ace x reader #portgas d ace #ace smut #portgas d ace smut #portgas d ace x reader #sanji x reader #sanji one piece #sanji vinsmoke #vinsmoke sanji #black leg sanji

[totalbrainr0t777]

Official request!

Dating hcs with Shiro!

(up to you if nsfw or just sfw 🩵)

here you go anon! Pure fluff, tooth rotting actually. Sorry its short! Enjoy it :) (GN/Not gender specific reader)

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Shiro Fujimoto who will eat anything you make him, disgusting or otherwise because he wouldn't want to hurt your feelings.

"This is amazing, more please, darling?"

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Shiro Fujimoto who would make you carry around holy water at all times and would make you learn Bible verses so you can protect yourself whenever he isn't around.

"I only want to keep you safe angel, this is for your own good"

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Shiro Fujimoto who will hold you whenever you cry, just to make sure you know he loves you and he is there for you.

"Just let it out baby, I'm listening, what happened?"

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Shiro Fujimoto who will constantly joke around with you, and make you want to hit him because he never knows what he should say.

"You know I'm funny, see you're smiling!"

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Shiro Fujimoto who will call you beautiful at any opportunity just because.

"You're too beautiful for a guy like me, what did I do to deserve you"

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Shiro Fujimoto who calls you constantly at work to make you haven't been attacked (He just misses you and wants to hear your voice)

"I'ts cuz I'm worried about you"

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Shiro Fujimoto who will constantly baby you because he thinks it annoys you.

"You're so tiny, can you even reach that? Aw let me help you. Aw don't be so mean to me"

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#shiro fujimoto #ao no exorcist #shiro fujimoto x reader #shiro #blue exorcist #blue exorcist x reader #gender neutral reader #gender nonconforming #gender neutral y/n #gender neutral post #x reader #gn reader #fluff #headcanon #hcreque #requests open #requests are welcome #requests wanted #send requests #asks #requests are open

[somnambulic-thing]

Watershed Moments || part I

Masterlist Part II || ao3

Eddie Munson x Reader || E 18+ [demi!Eddie x 'tomboy'/gender-nonconforming!bi!reader]

childhood best friends to lovers, no Upside Down, canon divergent

Words: 3.8k

Series Summary: Watershed Moment is a term most people use for big events. Such events that mark historical turning points of great significance and shape the course of humanity; events that cause the printing presses of the world to run hot and make it from the front pages of newspapers into history books for the following generations to study. Opening the passenger door of Eddie’s van on a rainy Friday evening is exactly that. You're in love with your best friend. How many of those pivotal moments have there been in the past decade that have led you to this point? And what happens now?

Themes/Warnings for this chapter | pls check Masterlist for general tags: ||fluff, pining, angst, hurt/comfort, implied/non-graphic domestic abuse, child abuse: physical and mental, child neglect, dysfunctional family dynamics||

large parts of the fic will take place in the characters teenage years

A/N: I wrote this almost a year ago then got very precious about it and stopped in fear of fucking it up. I've decided to release it into the world before the layer of dust gets so thick that I can't find my way back to it anymore. Around half of it is already written in various states. This is a queer story at heart, even though you might not find it in explicit terms we'd use today to label and describe things.

Friday the 8th of May 1987

The music announces his arrival.

It always does.

It’s the reason you leave your window ajar whenever you’re expecting him; no matter the time of day, no matter the weather.

The faint notes of shrieking guitars slowly turn into recognizable music as you slip on your shoes and look for your keys. Going by his choice of song, he must be in a good mood and so you descend down the stairs in a hurry to meet him.

He’s picking you up to go see a movie like he had done countless times before.

You hook your fingers under the door handle, the metal smooth from years of doing so, and pull, rousing the familiar creeeeek of the hinges, expecting to get into the car with the boy who had been your best friend for over a decade, and suddenly find yourself staring into the face of the man you love.

Just like that.

There is a dip in the cushion of the passenger seat, perfectly molded to your ass and right there, he had placed a gift for you.

“Surprise,” he says with a smile that melts the sidewalk under your feet, gesturing at the book that’s waiting for you but there is nothing on this planet, or any other, that could bring you to pull your eyes away from his at this very moment.

You see him almost every day, had seen him not quite twenty-four hours ago, had talked to him on the phone this morning and it had been the same as always; he was Eddie.

 Your Eddie.

And as you hold on to the door, waiting for the world to stop spinning so violently that you fear it could launch you into outa space, you realize that nothing about that had changed and still nothing was the same.

Just like that.

Eddie tilts his head, one hand still gripping the steering wheel, the other waving.

“Squash calling pumpkin, do you copy?” Eddie says in a deep, silly voice and the sweet sound of your childhood nicknames brings your realization full circle.

You are in love with your best friend.

“A-affirmative…”

“Ah, there you are. Will you get in here now? You’re getting wet.”

Oh, if you only knew.

Heat rises to your cheeks as you climb into your seat, carefully taking the book into your hands like it held the secrets to the universe between its covers. You yank the passenger door close absentmindedly, the slam echoing as loud in your ears as your own heartbeat and you wait for Eddie to complain about it but he doesn’t. Instead, you can sense him looking at you while you stare at the book in your lap.

And that really had been it, right?

What had made the truth about your feelings for Eddie hit you like a load of bricks; it was in the way he looked at you. In his giddy excitement to make you happy, his confidence that he absolutely would because he knew you so well and in the fact that you would look at him the same way if your roles were reversed.

That you do it all the time.

And just like that, it scares the shit out of you.

“H-how…” you start, but fail to find the right question. Your voice sounds brittle to your ears.

But Eddie chuckles, moves in closer and puts his chin on your shoulder, just like he always does. As if his silly little gesture hadn’t just changed both of your lives fundamentally and irrevocably.

“You mean,” he clears his throat and puts on an impersonation of your voice that’s infuriatingly remarkable. “Oh, Eddie, my precious Eddie, how did you get your brilliant and highly skilled hands on the new Stephen King novel that came out just two days ago?” His breath against your neck is warm and you just know that he’s pursing his lips in a silly grin.

“Yeah, that,” you swallow and then you give him what he’s after. A smile. Because no matter how flustered you are, you just can’t help it. “And I don’t sound like that.”

“Oohhh yes, you do,” he croons and the bass in his words vibrates through your bones where it’s already part of your marrow. You want to turn your head and kiss him. “It’s adorable,” he says and sits up, leaning back into his seat.

You huff out a laugh. “Do you compliment yourself in my voice a lot when I’m not around?”

“Something has to get me through the dreadful hours of the day where I have no access to your praise.”

It’s casual when he says things like that, and while Eddie starts the car and pulls into the street, you try to remember if it ever made you feel like combusting before.

Of course it had. All the time.

“Rick had some business in Indianapolis and I asked him to get me a copy,” Eddie explains into the silence, glancing over at you. “Seatbelt, pumpkin.”

“You… you didn’t have to do this…” you say instead of Thank you, Squashboy! instead of You’re the fucking best, Munson! instead of any of those soft things you would have thrown at him without hesitation just ten minutes ago and put on your seatbelt as he ordered, hoping he wouldn’t smell your confusion like the emotional bloodhound he was around you.

But Eddie laughs. “And listen to you whine about it until Hawkins’ dusty ol’ bookstore catches up with the modern world? Yeah, fat chance.”

“It would just have been a few weeks… tops…”

“A few weeks too many of seeing you mope. I’m not strong enough for that shit.”

You open the book on the first page to occupy your hands, which are begging to be buried in Eddie's hair, with something safe but, oh, the endeavor fails horribly because, of course, he left you a note inside and you should have expected it. Your fingertips trace over the familiar flow of Eddie’s handwriting with an infinite tenderness that’s meant for his cheeks.

for my little monster, can't wait for you to read this to me.      - your doctor               E.

“If you want to,” he adds softly.

I want to whisper every word of it into your mouth.

“This is the second book of the series, remember?… You wouldn’t understand a thing.”

“Incorrect,” he says solemnly, stops the car at a red light and almost jumps into your face with an open, all-teeth smile. “Surprise!”

“You… you read the first book?”

“Correct!” he bites his lip, excitement tugging at his cheeks. He’s so close. You could just lean in to taste him and for a moment you think that maybe he’s waiting for you to do so as he hovers there, big brown eyes roaming your face until a cacophony of horns pulls him away from you. “Fuckers,” he mumbles as he starts the car again and picks up the conversation where he’d left it: “And lo and behold: I liked it.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” he chuckles. “I know, I know… I’ve given you speeches about why King doesn’t do it for me and all but you kept gushing about this Gunslinger book and how different it is and…” Eddie shrugged, “I thought I should give it a chance aaand it turned out you were right about it.”

You’re everything.

How did I miss this?

And what does it mean that I did?

“Hey, uh, are you alright?” he throws several quick glances at you, brows drawn together; all the joy, all the mirth gone.

Just like that.

Don’t you fucking hurt him!

“Why?”

“Why?” Now it’s a full-on frown. “Well, you’re… quiet. Which, you know, is totally fine with me generally, but I just told you, uh, that I read your favorite book and liked it after being a grump about it for months and—”

“Eddie?” A sigh.

“Y-yeah?”

“Wanna skip the movie, go to your place and start this?” you say softly, holding up the book. “Maybe get some snacks on our way?”

No hesitation.

“Hold on!” he cheered and you know that voice and that frantic look over his shoulder and—

“Oh no!” you huff as you scramble to clutch at something. “No nono no…”

 —then the U-Turn thumps you against the door while Eddie laughs like he’s fueled on pure adrenaline.

“Fucking hell, Munson, slow down,” you shout over the wild cackling and he does. “If you kill us before I finished that series I’ll whip your ass!”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, sweetheart,” he says with a grin and your pulse speeds up; eight little words and your rabbit heart races faster than from the prospect of possible death caused by Eddie’s poor impulse control. You watch him in awe as he forces himself to calm down, fingers drumming on the steering wheel, head bopping to their rhythm. “That was fun.”

“Yeah,” you try to sound distraught. “Such fun that you’re taking years off my life every time you do shit like that, you maniac!”

“But I’m giving them back to you by making you laugh. So it doesn’t count.”

***

1976

It was the October of your eleventh Halloween when the Munsons moved into the ground-floor apartment.

You just bought the first pumpkin of the season and couldn’t wait to spend the rest of the day drafting out a spooky design to carve into the tough orange flesh.

Impatient to start, you burst through the door and were halfway up the first landing when you saw the skinny lanky boy fumble with a box that looked way too heavy for his frame if the strain of the muscles in his arms was anything to go by.

Spinning around, his eyes were wide and alert, maybe even afraid, before he saw you on the stairs, relaxed a little and turned away to get on with opening the door.

“Here, I’ll help you,” you said, placed your pumpkin on the floor and rushed to his side.

“N-no, t’s alright, I'm… I got it—“ His words were swallowed by a loud thump as the boy swayed, barely saving the box from tumbling to the ground by wedging it between the door and his skinny chest.

“Don’t looks like it,” you quipped, ready to snatch his key to assist when—

“What the fuck are you banging against that door?“

— the door disappeared in a blur and a big angry man appeared in its place. The boy barely caught his balance before the box could slip again.

“Sorry Dad, sorry I didn’t—“

“Inside, Eddie!”

Eddie’s head whipped around to you, face scrunched in worry, his skin had turned a pale grey and you were sure to see the faint yellow remnants of a bruise high up on his cheek.

“Eddie!” he snarled and without another word Eddie pushed past his father, his backlit silhouette vanishing through a door on the left in a small hallway.

“Who are you?” the man almost barked at you.

Refusing to sound afraid, you introduced yourself. “My family lives on the second floor - welcome to the neighborhood, Mister…?”

“Munson,” he said briskly, but less angry and held out a large sweaty hand for you to shake. You did with reluctance. “Polite of you to swing by and say hello but we’re busy here, so if you don’t mind.” And with that, he closed the door.

You didn’t mind. You didn’t mind one bit.

Well…

“Oh,” your mother said when you told her everything, still heaving from running up the stairs like you were on fire. “But the boy probably just fell off his bike. You know how boys are, honey, don’t you?”

Suddenly, there was an itch in your own scraped knees; somewhat of a guilty sensation that added confusion to the upset.

„I’m sure there’s nothing to worry about,“ she added with a thin smile.

And you wanted to believe her, wanted to believe her so badly but your mother hadn’t seen the look in the boy’s - Eddie’s - eyes when you startled him.

--

Those same eyes were faintly red and a little puffy when you answered the knock at the door half an hour later.

“Hi,” Eddie said in a jolly tone that only increased your confusion. “You forgot your pumpkin.”

“Oh shit!” You hugged the pumpkin to your chest like you were reunited with a friend and glimpsed a first faint preview of that blinding smile you would eventually come to love so much on Eddie’s face. “Thank you, Eddie.”

“How do you know my name?”

“Your, uhm, father called you that.”

“Right,” he swallowed, smile snuffing out like a candle. “Right.”

There was a silence filled with a thousand questions your mother would deem inappropriate to ask a stranger so you settled for an apology.

“Sorry, if I got you in trouble.”

“What?” Eddie drew his head back, frowning. “No, no. You didn’t, no trouble at all. Dad ’s just— you know, stressed with the moving.”

“Oka—“

“Have to get going now,” he laughed hollowly and backed away, “so much left to do.”

“See you around, Eddie,” you could only call after him as he hurried down the stairs, his reply echoing back up to you.

“See you around, pumpkin.”

But you didn’t see Eddie around much. Not at home and not at school either. He was a year above your grade - you figured that out soon enough - but it almost seemed like he was skipping about half the week on a regular basis. The few times you met him sneaking through the house like a shy cat, he was covered in grease or paint, carrying himself like a man who came home at the end of a fifty-hour workweek. He never talked much, never asked for your name, always called you Pumpkin.

You, however, saw a lot of Mr Munson; going in and out the building several times a day, often in the company of equally grim-looking men, sometimes with a woman with big brown eyes which gave her away as Eddie’s mother even before she introduced herself to you. She had wonderful long brown hair and you asked yourself if Eddie’s buzzed scalp would sprout in this deep wavy brown or his father’s dirty blond if he was to let it grow out.

You also heard Mr Munson. A lot. Especially at night, and a few weeks in, your parents started to doubt that Eddie and his mother were simply on the clumsy side.

--

Halloween finally arrived and you proudly placed your final piece of fine pumpkin craftsmanship out the front door, waiting for your father to come down to light the candles like you did every year.

“Hey, Wednesday.”

You turned towards the open door and Eddie slowly peeled out of the shadows of the hallway, hands behind his back and a careful smile on his face. His voice was soft and timid. The next time you would hear him talk, it had already started to break.

“Eddie,” you smiled and tilted your head. “You watch the Addams Family?”

“Duh,” he said and fully stepped into the beam of light falling into the hallway. “Looks, uh, nice… the costume, I mean… self-made?”

“Yeah, my mother helped me make it. What are you going as?”

One hand left his back as he bowed his head and scratched his scalp. “M’ not… allowed to. Dad thinks it’s… a waste of time… and silly.”

“Shit,” you mumbled, an awkward silence fell between you. “Uhm, what would you choose? If you were allowed?”

“Huh?” his face lit up slightly as he entertained the thought. “Frodo, I think.”

“Who’s that?”

“Who’s… who’s Frodo?” The disbelieve in his eyes was comical, almost theatric. “That part of your Wednesday act? Making cruel jokes and shit?”

“What are you talking about?” you chuckled and raised your hands to the sky in an equal amount of theatrics.

“The Lord of The Rings? Never heard of that?”

“Oh, yeah, but never read it or anything... my mom thinks it’s not appropriate… for a girl.”

“Shit,” he huffed. “And I thought my life was sad…” And what was meant as a joke, darkened his face like an eclipse, pulled his gaze away from you and into the distance before he shook his head to chase it away. “I, uhm, was wondering… I made a thing? For, uh… you know?” he pointed his chin at the decorations lined up beside the doorstep.

“Oh!” you called out in excitement. “That’s what you‘re keeping behind your back?”

“Uh, yeah…” he pinched his eyes shut. “Promise you won’t laugh?”

“No,” you said and Eddie cracked open one terrified eye. “If it’s funny, I’ll laugh! You’ll just have to join me…”

“Uhm, uuh…”

“Let’s seeeee!”

“Okay, okay, Jesus…” Eddie took a deep breath and revealed his work with slightly trembling hands you chose to ignore for his sake. It was a butternut squash and Eddie had carved a swarm of bats into the surface.

“Oh!” you said again but this time in awe.

“I know it’s not… good or anything, not like yours and I think I got the wrong kind of, uh, pumpkin because, like… you can’t get a candle in there— stupid thing ‘s like solid fucking concrete and I get it when you don’t want it out here—“

“Are you insane? This is so good!” you stopped him and snatched the squash from his hands.

“Wait, really?”

“Uh-hn,” you turned it around to take in every little last bat. “Must have taken you forever… butternut squash really is tough!”

“That’s what it’s called?” he said, rubbing the back of his head, a deep blush tinting his whole face bright red. “Had no idea…”

You stepped to the side, already busy figuring out how to rearrange the display to integrate the squash. “We just pick one out together next year… if you want. I can show you the right ones.”

“Nah, don’t want to bother you… it’s fine.”

Hunkering on the ground, your white thighs forgotten, you paused and looked up at Eddie in genuine confusion. “Why would you bother me?”

“I… don’t… dunno…”

The squash was in the perfect place and you stood up, dusted off your hands on the back of your black skirt and put a careful hand on Eddie’s shoulder. “It’s cool, Squashboy, really.”

“I…” Eddie’s face went through a plethora of emotions in seconds but he settled on a silly grin. “Did you just call me, Squashboy?”

“Would you prefer your Squashness? Or… uhmm… Lord of the Squash?— t’s a bit of a mouth full but if you insist…”

“Shut up,” Eddie threw his head back and laughed; it was loud and wild and echoed through the staircase. “That’s sooo stupid.”

There were footsteps coming from inside as someone was descending the stairs and next to you, Eddie turned into cold hard stone.

“T’s probably just my dad,” you tried to comfort him, sure you knew what this meant by now. “He’s coming to light the candles.”

The steps grew louder and Eddie’s skin was this awful shade of grey again.

“Eddie? Are you o—“

“I have to go,” he gritted out through his teeth, turned and hurried down the street in jerky steps.

“Hey honey,” your father said, appearing in the doorframe but you were still looking after the skinny boy in the too-big clothes rushing down the street, a thick knot in your chest. “Is that the Munson boy?” your father’s voice was casual, but not casual enough.

You looked up into a frown. “What’s wrong?”

“Hm?… Oh, nothing. Just got lost in thought for a second.” He finally looked down at you again, clapping his hands together. “I’m here to light some candles.”

What usually was one of your favorite rituals on Halloween was clouded by that awful shadow that kept creeping over Eddie’s face again and again. You decided to share your loot of candy with him when you came back; it wasn’t much but it was something. You’d just have to wait until Mr M was out of the house or whatever, but you could think about that later.

But when you came back home, Eddie was gone.

Nobody was telling you anything but after one week of lurking around adults when they didn’t pay attention gave you enough to piece it together.

There had been a fight. A bad fight and your father finally called the police. It took two deputies to get Mr Munson out of the house and into the back of a police car. Deputy Hopper gave him a good kick in the back of his knee to help him the rest of the way. Nobody on the block had seen that occur though, should anybody come around to ask. When the dust had settled down a little, Mrs Munson was nowhere to be found, so Deputy Hopper came back to collect Eddie.

The Munson’s rent had been paid for all through the next week and in the middle of that week, you saw a tall man whose features reminded you of Mr Munson carrying a big box out of the front door of your building. He crammed it into the back of a car already filled with other stuff and drove away before you could take a look at the front to see if Eddie was on board.

A few days later, men in blue overalls came to clear the rest of the ground-floor apartment. You lingered on the first-floor landing, observing a family’s life getting ripped out of this house like a rotten tooth from a jaw. When the blue men went outside for a smoke, you slipped inside. There wasn’t much left of what made a home a home; a potted plant, some kitchenware and— a breeze moved the curtains in the main room ever so slightly but enough for you to spot a little figurine hidden in the far corner of the windowsill. A small man with a knobbly nose and dirty feet.

You took it home with you.

And when one day you saw the tall man who looked a little like Mr. Munson from your window, you almost jumped in front of his car to make sure Frodo finally made it back to Eddie. That was what the other Mr. Munson called the little guy.

“I can’t believe it,” Eddie’s uncle rasped, “been lookin’ for this guy all over town… thought the clean-up crew dropped it off at some thrift store or church with the other stuff or somethin’. Thought he was gone for good.”

“Tell Eddie I said hi,” you beamed. “And that I saved him some candy.”

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