#in the most misserable of contexts

[streets-in-paradise]

Andy celebrating Junior's birthday while living in the middle of the woods

The sun had been up for a while now, maybe an hour. Andy was never sure about times anymore. All he knew was that he had a red velvet  cupcake in hand, with a candle sticking out from the top, and a gift in the pocket of his flannel. 

All that mattered was that today was September 26th.

Junior’s fifteenth birthday. 

Now, Andy knew he couldn’t do much to celebrate his kid’s birthday. They were living in the middle of the woods and he only went on supply runs once a week. No matter how hard he tried to persuade Junior to go back to “civilization”, he refused. So they both stayed still, feeling content in only each other’s company. 

But just because he couldn’t go all out for Junior’s birthday, doesn’t mean he still wasn’t going to make it special for him. 

Andy quietly went up to Junior’s room, gently knocking on the door with his free hand. “Jun? You awake?” He asked and the only response he got was a groan, signaling that Andy was the one to wake him up. But he still opened the door, entering with a big smile. 

“Happy birthday to you…” He began singing, resulting in Junior groaning louder. 

“Oh my gods…” 

“Happy birthday to you…” Junior put his pillow over his head but when Andy got closer, he snatched the pillow away and tossed it to the side, “Happy birthday, dear Junbug…” 

“That’s not my nam—”

“Happy birthday to you!” Andy sang the last part a little louder and sat down at the edge of Junior’s cot, pulling his lighter out of one of his pockets and lighting the candle on top of the cupcake. 

Junior stared up at him, his hair a wild mess from sleep and eyes tired but an eyebrow raised in annoyance. “It’s so early, Andy, what the hell…?” 

“It’s your birthday, Junior. You can wake up early on one day, you sleep in all the time.” 

“Yeah, it’s my birthday, I’m not supposed to wake up early on my birthday. And you wake me up early too when we go hunt.” The birthday boy whined, dropping his head back down to where his pillow used to be. 

“You enjoy hunting, so don’t give me that.” Andy chuckled before gently shaking Junior’s shoulders. “C’mon, Junbug. You gotta make a wish.” 

Junior’s eyebrow raised higher. “I’m fourteen, Andy, not four. I don’t need to make a wish.” 

“Fifteen,” The man corrected, “you’re fifteen today, Junior.” 

“Whatever…” Junior rolled his eyes before rolling over onto his back and slowly sitting up, “I’m still one year closer to reaching Death’s inevitable cold, clammy hands.”

“Jesus, kid…” Andy wanted to retort that he wasn’t this morbid at fifteen but even he knew that was a lie, “just…just blow out the candle. Come on, do this for your old man.” 

This got a giggle out of Junior for Andy “accepting” that he was old, closing his eyes for a few seconds and then blowing out the candle. 

Andy pulled out the candle and then handed the cupcake to the kid. “Here, breakfast.”

Junior’s eyes widened. “Sugar for breakfast?” His voice was small when he asked this and it made the grown man’s heart clench. 

Now, Andy didn’t condone murder…but if Logan Wheeler ever came back to life, he would treat him the same way he treated that decapitated Chucky head that he kept for four years, but keep Logan alive even longer. 

“Yes, kid. It’s your birthday, you can have a cupcake for breakfast. I’ll even make you pancakes too if you’re still hungry.” Andy said with a soft smile, pushing down his poisonous thoughts about Logan, and ruffles Junior’s hair. 

The teenager rolled his eyes again and lightheartedly smacked Andy’s hand away before taking the cupcake from him and taking a bite, humming in delight. “Thank you, Andy.” He said with a small smile, now not seeming to mind being woken up this early. 

“Well, don’t thank me just yet…” Andy started before pulling out Junior’s present from his pocket and handing it to him. 

Junior’s eyes lit up from realization and he quickly grabbed it while holding onto the cupcake with his other hand. “Is this…?” 

“Your very own switchblade!” Andy proudly announced and Junior began grinning. “You always talked about how cool switchblades were so I figured that’d be a nice gift. But I still want you to be careful with it, okay?” 

“Yeah, I will.” Junior giggled as he switched it open, his eyes lighting up more at the sight of the blade to the point where it was almost concerning to Andy. “Thank you! Thank you so much!” 

“You’re welcome, kiddo.” He ruffled Junior’s hair again but this time, the teenager let him. “Oh! I almost forgot…there’s still two Chuckys alive for you to play with.” 

“Can I use the blowtorch?” Junior asked, a maniacal look in his eyes. 

Maybe Andy shouldn’t have introduced the concept of fire being a main torture method for Chucky, the kid was getting far too fascinated with fire. 

He accidentally created a pyromaniac. 

“…okay, but you need to be—”

“—be careful, I know,” Junior interrupted with a little smirk, “Gods, you’re such a mother hen!” 

“I am not!” Andy denied but even he knew that it was getting a lot harder to deny that, so he decided to change the subject. “Just finish up the first part of your breakfast and we can keep celebrating, alright?” 

Junior giggled but nodded, taking another bite out of his cupcake and then resting his cheek against the man’s shoulder. “Thanks, Andy…” 

Andy smiled and leaned down to kiss the top of Junior’s head. “No problem…happy birthday, Junbug.” 

OH MY GOD THIS IS SO INCREDIBLY SWEET 💕💕💕💕

This becomes even more significant considering Andy hates birthdays. Like, he may hate his but he tried his best to give the boy a good one.

I love how cute the use of the nickname Junbug sounds, its adorable. The father and son energy this has despite neither of the characters acknowledges it's perfect.

They are so fucked up yet so adorable, little murderous thing and the dad he found in the wild having fun slaughtering all those dolls hehe

#asks #messages #submitted fic #andy barclay #junior wheeler #AU #andy celebrating junior's birthday #this fic is a caress to my soul #completely ignoring canon this totally happened #andy showing junior all the care his father never gave him #in the most misserable of contexts #totally hits my sentimental fiber #this kid is happier as a hermit in the woods that he ever was in his wealthy home

[geordikisser]

jealous!redacted boys | suggestive

characters: david, milo, asher & sam :p

☆ a/n: any porter missers? miss porter. this was an excuse to write abt porter but might as well spoil my milo & david mooties who follow meee >_O!! part 2 later :33 ☆

context: someone is tryna spit some sweet shit to you as he steps away

david:

- david will never hesitate to let it be shown when he is feeling a type of way about someone who’s interacting with you. it’s in his blood to devote loyalty & possessiveness upon things he claims as his

- whether it’s intentional, it’ll show when he is feeling upset at someone who’s seemingly putting moves on you

- “is everything alright.” in the scariest voice you’ve ever heard from him

- david is a direct man but that directness doesn’t mean he’s directed in the right direction sometimes,, he isn’t to good with social cues with you. he’s stupid with love. smart with most! but love? eeeerm.

- he has a history with that too,, looks at jealous tsundere bf confronts you.

- he will become very touchy/clingy with you once he begins reading signs he doesn’t like. to hand holding or even thigh holding. he’ll rub your thigh with his finger gently or hold you closely by the waist and play with the bottom of your shirt. actions speak louder than words! i guess

- “clearly social cues aren’t your strong suit. fuck off, they aren’t interested.” as blunt as he’ll put it, in that same tone. he isn’t loud or aggressive. just direct and stern, he doesn’t want to cause a scene.

- after you two left from hanging out, david felt the urge to meet your lips with his as he dragged you in the house practically. you chuckle in between kisses as you put your hands on david’s chest. “you’re mine, you know that right, angel?” he asked in a low husky tone. you nod as you caress his cheek. “i love knowing you’re mine.” he growls lowly, his breath hitching as he said that.

milo:

- unlike david, he isn’t quiet. he’s loud about how he feels with you & other people who try to spit some shit with you

- “yo, who’s this?” mentality

- he will glare and give nasty looks from afar. until he realizes the whole shtick going on with you. he will make his entrance very grand and big,,

- “hey sweetheart!” he pulls you in and kisses you everywhere he can within public. “how’s my sweetheart?— oh? who’s this?” he’s petty with it i just know it

- if the punk doesn’t get the hint milo will get real serious. he will puff out his big boy chest and rip that person tryna hit on you to shreds. he’ll even bare his teeth a bit too ngl, he isn’t scared

- “listen here, punk. your little act for my sweetheart isn’t cute. quite frankly, you could use some tips. good thing i’m not a teacher. though, i could teach you some manners if you’d like. no means no, now scram.” in a low tone but if anyone walked by, they could hear.

- milo isn’t bashful, he knows what’s his and wants to keep it that way. he doesn’t need small hints and signs to show what’s his, he will scream it to the roof tops lmao. he’s a blunt and bold dude, no hesitation w him

asher:

- asher’s dumb. he has 0 tone reading skills & doesn’t understand most things. he won’t catch on until it gets physical or you show visible discomfort.

- he is more polite compared to his other friends. he’s a sweet boy, has 0 bad bones inside him. he’ll tell the punk to go off somewhere or tell them you’re taken to actually avoid conflict

- asher, despite his loud & unruly nature, prefers peace over violence such as that. he hates conflict, he isn’t a aggressive person at heart!! doesn’t mean he’s afraid to be aggressive he won’t hesitate to be violent, especially if it’s over you? he’s a extremely protective person.

- “hey, i know your intentions are pure but they’re taken! they have a boyfriend.” & whatever the other person has to say he’ll shut it down immediately, he doesn’t care for what they have to say. positive or negative, he doesn’t care.

- if the person persists (which they do most of the time due to asher’s kind personality ) he will get nasty about it. not crazy like milo or quiet like david, in between.

- “if i need to remind you again i will trust me! i ain’t scared of you.” he’ll be laughing as he says this, he’s to unserious,,

sam:

- sam is also very possessive. he know you can handle yourself but sometimes that side of him makes him want to handle that. he lives in a general dominant nature, sexual or not.

- sam will try to remain calm & trust you can handle it on your own, he is similar to david, doesn’t wish to make a big scene but he isn’t afraid to cause one. he can just teleport away if it gets overwhelming

- he will have similar mannerisms to milo, he will come in being touchy a bit and just glare at the person. his eyes will read a very distasteful message hoping the punk would take their leave understanding your disinterest.

- if not, he isn’t afraid of course to speak up

- “unless you got places to be tomorrow, i’d pick up the pace and swing on out of here.” in a low tone, his accent gets heavier the angrier he gets and the lower his voice is

- he would be very forward about it, he hates beating around the bush. these sort of interactions are quick and direct, he has an intimidating aura about him that make alot of humans turn away, that stomach churning feeling

- “i bet you had that handled sure.” he rolls his eyes as he peppers your neck in kisses. “you’re strong, i know.” he sighs as he nuzzles into the your neck. “but i love defending what’s mine.” he bares his lovable shit eating grin to you as you roll your eyes in response.

#redacted asmr #redacted asher #redacted david #redacted babe #redacted milo #redacted sam #redacted angel #redacted sweetheart #redacted darlin #redacted headcanons

[dr-ground-zero]

Tissue king

 here goes nothing (why do I get so shy about doing mha snz content?) more so platonic hero squad + todoroki being an absolute sweetheart

Pro hero deku getting hit by a quirk that causes the victim to fall ill in some sort of way and well. Deku managed to catch the sneeziest cold he’d ever had. He thought it was gonna be a small case of the sniffles but, by the time he’d showed up to the agency, his nose was already a bright pink from the tissue abuse.  He tried to hide it from the fans knowing he’d get way too much attention from them.  At the hero agency his friends weren’t stupid and heard about what had happened the day before. Some where rather curious to see if the quirk actually took affect. They didn’t even have to see him to know he was sick. They could hear him sneezing his ass down the hall.  The rather comical thing about this was, the amount of tissues Izuku would use. The poorly feeling pro knew one tissue wouldn’t stand up to his sensitively itchy nose. And that freckled thing was itching something horrid, not to mention how runny his nose got when he was sneezy. So of course it took at the very least two tissues, at the most well, the depended on how bad his nose was tickling and if he had time to grab a tissue. By the time someone had come in to check on the number one hero, his trash can was rather full (mind you is wasn’t very large in the first place). His desk wasn’t any different, yet he tried to keep it some-what clean. Though trying to keep track between sneezing and grabbing more tissues there wasn’t much he could do.

Hearing a knock on his office door, a congestion muddled “Cobe id” He quickly tries to clear his desk of used tissues, pushing them into his way too full trash can. Ochako, Katsuki, EIjirou, and Shouto walked in.  “hey there, Izuku. Oh wow, that quirk really did a number on you!” Ochako says sounding rather shocked, Katsuki folds his arms and tchted “No shit pink cheeks, you could’ve guessed that before walking in. You could hear him sneezing through the door ya know.” Rolling his eyes at his childhood friend Izuku then questioned. “Did you cobe here to harass be or what?” Sounding rather grumpy, coughing between his words. “Sorry dude, just wanted to see how you were feeling. Why didn’t you just stay home if you were feeling so bad?” Asked Eijirou worriedly, Izuku didn’t look well. His hair was more out of control than its usual organized chaos style. He was rather pale, a pink flush painted his cheeks and nose, he looked tired and sounded it too. 

“I-its just a cold Eijirou-k-kud h-huh hold od” Izuku excused himself fromt he conversation before grabbed several tissues and pressing them to his twitchy nose. The tickled appendage flared, and quivered up until the explosion.  “AATTIISHHIIIIEEW! hah’ADDDSHIIIEW!  AATTIISHHIIIIEEW! hah’ADDDSHIIIEW!  hahh! ! hah’ADDDSHIIIEW!  AATTIISHHIIIIEEW!” Sure they’d been classmates, and had obviously seen the green haired man sick before but jeez. His sneezes were never this loud! Poor guy sounded misserable as he grabbed for more tissues to try and clear himself up with a nose blow.  Multiple bless you’s came from the small group, looks of sympathy rained down upon their friend. “Please tell me your dumb ass at least took some fucking medicine before you left.” Katsuki growled, Deku just gave him a look that said ‘take a guess’. “i’b dot stupid Kaachad” “you are for dragging your ass to work” “whatever” “if you want I could make you some tea Deku, might help your cold.” Suggested Ochako, Izuku chuckled “y-you dod’t have to Ochako-” “Yeah well someone otta buy you a handkerchief. Damn deku who the fuck uses that many tissues in one go?!” “sh-shut up’b Kaachad-” Then breaking his silence todoroki says “I’ll be back”

Looking as the dual haired left with no context, the group was left confused. Izuku wondered if he’d grossed the other out or something. If so he’d feel horrible, he likes Shouto a lot and well still never go this feelings out during high school. 

“Crap’b I bmust’ve grossed hib out” “whatever, fucking christ blow your nose I can’t even understand you.” Katsuki pointed out, Ochako excused herself to make tea, luckily she didn’t have to leave Izuku’s office to do so. Izuku apologized as he grabbed a few tissues to blow his nose with again. 

Tea in hand, the four made conversation to try and distract Izuku. They didn’t really have anything important to attend to and it was nice to conversate so casually. Izuku still couldn’t get Shouto off of his mind, he kept that to himself. Shouto was so inexperienced with people and some times his naivety was a turn off to most people but. For Izuku he found it sad yet adorable, especially when it would give him a chance to explain things to the younger hero.  Back in high school, Izuku loved that Shouto’s fuel was to seperate himself from his father’s ideals even if his first way of going about it wasn’t working out. He admired it and was willing to help him succeed whether that meant convincing the man to use his fire. Or being that person Todoroki could vent to, and trust in.

Sure Todoroki was the number 3 hero, the man was content with it. Which made Izuku happy! What would make him even happier would be for Shouto to be his number one. Yet he didn’t think that would ever happen any time soon.  “yeah no that villain wasn’t too hard at all, it was-” The doors opened once again and in the entrance was Shouto, who was holding a grocery bag in hand. Had he gone shopping?! “Sh-shouto?” They all looked confused as the man came back to Izuku’s desk. Setting it down he blushed lightly. “i-I may have gotten you a few things, I-I thought they’d help.”  Silences as Shouto took a step back from the desk, all eyes were now on Deku to look through the bag.  

Three boxes of tissues, a few handkerchiefs, cold medicine, canned soup, and cough drops. Katsuki has been laughing ever since Deku pulled out the boxes of tissues and handkerchiefs. Earning himself a new nickname “Damn deku, Half n Half really declared you as the tissue king!” he cackled out with thunderous laughter. Izuku turned a bright shade of pink at his comment yet that didn’t stop him from thanking Shouto. “Th-thagks Shouto, v-very thoughtful of you” “y-you’re welcome, don’t hesitate to ask for anything else. It was nice to walk to the store.” “Dno, dno its fide thagks ady way, I would’t wadda ru-ruhhh”  “oh here we go again” 

Scrambling to grab more tissues, Deku ripped opened the fresh box and snatched up a bouquet of tissues and held them up to his face just in time to catch the fit. “ AATTIISHHIIIIEEW! hah’ADDDSHIIIEW!  AATTIISHHIIIIEEW! hah’ADDDSHIIIEW! hah’ADDDSHIIIEW!  hah’ADDDSHIIIEW!  AATTIISHHIIIIEEW! ugh s-so-” “you’re not done yet” Shouto replied softly, raising a confused brow, Izuku gave a small sniff which only concluded in Shouto being right. “ HATTTCHIEW”  

#sorry this sucks #i was literally writing word vomit

[sapphic-sex-ed]

Do you have any tips for how I can tell if I'm a butch lesbian, a nonbinary person, or a trans man? I'm really confused about my identity and have been going back and forth between these for years.

Try and determine what you feel most comfortable ebing percieved as. 

Trans (and enby) are usually defined by gender dysphoria but really the meassure you should be using is gender euphoria - the feeling that your gender is right and correct. To quote Natalie Wynn: “[being a woman] is the only way I can be as sad and misserable as everyone else”

As you are confused between these three labels it’s fair to assume you know you feel uncomfortable being “girly”, but coming at it from that angle (the dysphoria centric) all you can tell is is that - and it gives us no clue if it’s your gender presentation or gender itself that causes your distress in that context.

If we look from a gender euphoric perspective, however, it might get easier to solve. There is one question to answer: Do you feel more comfortable being percieved by others as a man, woman, or something in between or outside of those? This targets the social aspect of gender. Do you feel a spark of happiness when people think you’re a man? a (butch) woman? or do you love it when they can’t really place you?

With what label do you feel most right and seen when percieved by others?

Humans are social animals, so this social context is super important to us, regardless if we are trans, cis, or non-trans enby - gender is sociological as much as it’s psychological. So go out there and see what you feel most right and at home with in a social context, and if you still have questions or is unsure after that, you can always message us again and we’ll find another way to help.

-mod liz

#mod liz #trans #gender identity #gender presentation #gender euphoria #butch #Anonymous