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same, soap, same xd

Soap: I love you.  Ghost: How many people have you said that to?  Soap: Everyone.  Ghost: What?  Soap: I told everyone that I love you.

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Drawing prompt: Ghost helping Soap buzz his mohawk

I love this kind of prompt, thank you for the suggestion @thewittiestpartition

due to (once again) my shitty handwriting, I've included the dialogues in image description (click the Alt icon to read it)

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Don't you just want to cuddle with your captain tbh

John Price x Male Reader

All fluff

Maybe it's the middle of the night where you catch your captain in the kitchen area fixing himself a warm cup of tea, maybe it was late at night where you chose to check up on him in his office, or maybe you had a shitty nightmare and just sought him out wherever he was.

Whatever the case may be, it always ends up with you and Price tiredly walking back to his room and tumbling into his bed. It might not be fit for two grown ass men but it'll have to do.

Maybe if you had the energy you'd both take off your clothes and only sleep in boxers, feeling his chest hair tickle your face as you bury yourself between his pecks, his leg hair tickling you as you tangle both your legs together.

Maybe Price just needs to let all his stress melt from his shoulders and make you spoon him, wrapping your arms around his middle and pushing against silently telling you to hold him firmer, feeling your grip tighten around him as you do so.

Maybe you both had a rough day, so you two just cuddle while facing each other, chest to chest. Your head resting on top of his while his is buried near your neck, his beard tickling your collar bone.

Maybe it's just a lazy day and you aren't even in his room, you're both watching tv on the couch and you just decided to cuddle him from the side playfully grabbing at the pudge on his stomach.

I just think cuddling with Price would be nice

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"Do you wish I was a woman.." 💔

M/n bit his bottom lip as he looked into the mirror, his eyes scanning over the features of his body. Tearing blurring his vision. He let in a shaky breath, holding it for a second before exhaling. His hair was getting longer, he was getting too busy with work to worry about a hair cut. He hasn’t had a day off in weeks, so he hasn’t really been focusing too much on his appearance.

His husband was due home any minute, he had to compose himself before he came home. But m/n couldn’t stop the tears that fell from his eyes. God M/n hated being trans sometimes.

But he was too lost in his thoughts and self degradation to hear the door opening and slamming shut, Simon calling for him.

Simon paused he saw his handsome husband crying in the mirror.

“Love? What’s wrong?” The smirk that was on Simon’s face was wiped off in second as he quickly went to hold m/n in his arms, kissing his temple gently.

Seeing the height difference the two didn’t do well with m/n dysphoria.

M/n couldn’t respond for a second. He rested his head on Simon’s shoulder. “Do you ever wish you married a woman?” M/n finally spoke, his voice shaky. Simon felt his heart stop, he turned his sweetheart around to face him. “Do I- what? Lovie where did this come from..?” Simon didn’t understand where the question came from, he cupped m/n face gently, wiping his tears away with his thumbs, tilting his head up slightly. His heart broke as he saw m/n’s teary, red eyes.

“I have you, you’re perfect, I wouldn’t want any else.” Simon kissed m/n’s forehead, letting his lips linger for second. He felt m/n shaking his head. “Do you wish I was a woman..” Simon couldn’t believe his ears at this point, he was a little irritated m/n would even say that. “What? No, I love you as you, I love you, I don’t care if you’re trans, you’re my husband,” Simon couldn’t help but sadly chuckle, a smile on his lips for a moment before they returned to a frown, “I wouldn’t want you either way..”

“I just feel like I’m faking it.” M/n moved his arms to wrap around his husband, burying his face into his chest. “No. Don’t say that, my love.” Simon felt like he was going to beat up any person that made his beloved feel this way. “You’re not faking it. Y’know how I know? Because when you finally got top surgery, you refused to wear a shirt for weeks,” Simon said as he kissed the top of m/n’s head, then he pulled away for a second, before going on his knees and kissing the two marks on m/n’s chest, “and whenever someone calls you ‘sir’ or anything like that, you get all giddy.” Simon got m/n’s arms and held his hands gently before trailing soft kisses up them. “And when we went to Price’s wedding together you wore a suit and you looked soooo handsome in it.” Now back in his feet, Simon planted a kiss on M/n’s lips.

“You’re so special to me M/n Riley. I wouldn’t trade you for anything else.” Simon’s voice lowered as he pulled his husband into a tight hug. Kissing the side of his head. “What if it was for a really cool gun?” M/n tested, his voice still a little shaky. “Know your limits.” Simon teased back. Then he brought a hand up and ruffled m/n’s hair. “Come on, I’ll cut your hair f’you.” The lieutenant broke the hug and took his love to the kitchen. After 20 minutes, deciding how to style his hair, he was finally done. They sat themselves in front of the same mirror. “See? My handsome, handsome man.” Simon said, kissing his cheek.

Sometimes I’m chill with my mum, then I see her agreeing with Charlie Kirk.

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thinking about daddy issues (into kink) from price’s perspective that’s like. vocal but not. and it’s not your thing but it’s his, and it’s slipping out in subtle ways.

price won’t call himself it (‘daddy’) out loud, that’s not what does it for him, but the desire to nurture you and to provide for you and to take care of you—that’s what gets him going. and he knows that the torch that is thrumming beneath his skin isn’t just a measly kink, but the pulsing desire is a tangled ball of hunger that is tugged at every time you find him.

the way you curl up beside him, rumbling in a quiet voice like you’re sharing a secret with him. the way you will always hold his hand in a crowded street. the way he is the first person you look for in every happy moment—you can be with mutual friends but you will always meet each other’s eyes in your laughter. the way you rely on him. the way you know that john has the answers for everything.

it leaves him breathless, undone by your devotion.

it makes him pull you close to dazedly rumble in your ear, “c’mere, baby. won’t you give this ol’ man a kiss?”

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Am I Less of Man Than You?

Relationship: Loki × Pre-T!TransMale! Reader

Location: Avengers Tower

Warnings: Swearing, Dysphoria

(F/N) - friend’s name

(F/N/N) - Friend’s nick name

A/N

Small reminder, I’m not a English speaker, so I’m sorry for every mistake. I hope you will enjoy this one shot ^^

(Y/N) was in his room. He was laying on the bed looking on the ceiling. Everything was silent and dark. Nothing amazing in the middle of the night.

Male was thinking about everything what happen today.

He met his old friend from school. It wasn’t planned, just accident. But it doesn’t change the fact that it wasn’t a great meeting.

Flashback

“(Deadname)! Long time no see.” (F/N) said looking at (Y/N). (F/N) was bigger male who knew (Y/N) for long time. He liked him, but he was still calling him by his deadname and pronouns that was making (Y/N) dysphoric as hell.

“It’s (Y/N).” (Y/N) laughed nervously, hand was on the back of his neck. He was stressed by this situation. “I told you that long time ago.” He laughed again.

“I thought that you get over it.” He said smirking. (Y/N) felt like something was building inside his chest. It was anxiety. He would be happy if he could just run away to calm down a little.

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"It's hard to be you. I know I cannot understand your problems sometimes and I know that your problems are not easy, but I will be doing everything to make it easier for you."

"I will be ok, right?" "You will. I will make sure that you will be ok."

There Is Nothing Wrong With You

Relationship: Steve Rogers × TransMale! Reader { Romantic }

Location: City streets, Reader’s and Steve’s apartment

Warnings: Transphobia, Swearing, Harassment, Blood

❌ Reader is on T and is after top surgery ❌

[A/N]

I have no idea why I’m lately into writing that stuff. I you’re wondering, I’m okay, no one is hurting me for being trans, so there is no need to worry. Enjoy the oneshot and Stay safe during this hard times. ❤

It all happened so fast. All (Y/N) saw was dark figures and voices of people. Voices were calling him things that were making him falling apart and making him start crying. He was in the dark corner with three guys who was kicking and hitting him. (Y/N) couldn’t do anything, he was only asking so help and begging them to stop their actions. No one could help him, it was night and not many people walking at this time.

“Fucking bitch.” One of them said before kicking (Y/N) for the last time. Making him shouting in pain. “Let’s go, I think that little queer got what she deserved.” He said and they left (Y/N).

He was crying. He was in his own blood. He gently touched his nose, he hissed in pain, feeling liquid coming out of it.

“S-shit.” He muttered trying got up. It was late. He should be alone. He was slowly walking to his apartment, being afraid that there is something that can hurt him more.

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"she wasn't looking for sex, she was looking for you."

Man Up

You peered down at yourself.

Your short hair was growing back, you'd have to cut it.

Your chest was bound yet you could still see a slight curve where breast shouldn't be.

Your eyelashes cast a shadow over your eyes and all you wanted to do was take scissors to your eyes and shorten the lashes.

Little things that made you even the littlest bit feminine. You were certain your were being stupid, that other people like you weren't as concerned. But you never met anyone like you. You knew they existed, you weren't the only one...but in the small town of forks you were the only Trans guy.

When walking down the street, you could feel the gazes. They would climb down to your chest, gawking when they couldn't see anything. They would look as you shopped in the mens section.

You would never hear your name at school.

"You know D/N?"

"Who?"

"The Transgender girl!"

And it had always been like that...till Alice.

You remember in art, you had to do something that ment a great deal to you.

You had drawn an empty outline of a person, the inside was painted black and hollow. Around it, Dead Name was scawled in sharp, messy and elongated letters. The word was propelled back by a bubble of blue, pink and white.

You had presented it in class, told them what it ment to you.

They had all started whispering amongst them or smirking behind their hands. You felt small once again.

But then a girl, half your height, stood up and spoke over the rest.

"It's beautiful! My Mother would love it! She does love art like that!"

You remember just looking and her blankly, not in knowing what to say.

When she was called up, you almost choked at what she presented.

Two outlines stood side by side holding hands, one had a simple pixie cut, obviously ment to symbolise her, and the other was coloured black with a large white question mark inside. They stood infront of a sunset thst was disappearing behind a large ocean. However, the reflection in the water wasn't just the sun. The sunset had turned into a beautiful ombre with pink at the top blended into the yellow in the middle and finally the blue.

You could almost cry...

That was the beginning of your friendship.

She had much more knowledge on the LGBTQ+ community.

She was able to talk you through it, all the options you had.

You no longer felt alone.

But then feelings began to blossom and you quickly shut yourself away.

Getting attached ment romance. And often times romance ment sexual activity...and that ment exposing you...you and all the things attached to you that wasn't ment to be there.

But once again she assured you. She had come around and gave you a hug and told you all the different ways you could go about being intimate...all the options. She was willing to do anything to help. She even assured that she wasn't looking for sex, she was looking for you.

She built you up again and again and again.

But they kept breaking you down again and again and again.

Thats why you were here. Cursing every single feminine feature on your body.

You knew Alice would frown, call you stupid and silly. She'd pull you down onto the bed and hold onto you until you fell asleep.

That's why you didn't tell her.

You didn't want to have to rely on her.

So, you grabbed the pair of scissors from the dresser, and pulled thrm up to your hair, pulling a stand infront of your eyes so you could see it.

However, an icy cold hand wrapped around yours and gently took them away.

Immediately you sighed in defeat. You were so tired, and Alice was home.

You sagged into her arms, not caring how it made you seem as she lifted you up with her strength and carried you to bed, coming to lay on your side.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Alice whispered, brushing a strand from your forehead.

"I wanted to resolve it in my own,"

"You have me, why do anything alone?"

You could only shrug, feeling your eyes slowly drift closed as a wave of calm washed over you.

"Where have you hidden Jasper then?" You yawned, smirking at the petite girl.

She giggled before indicating to the window.

"Jasper and Emmett are just outside the window. They were worried."

You huffed, shaking your head.

"The morons,"

You could imagine the two grinning ridiculously.

"Go to sleep, My Love," dainty hands caressed your forehead.

Your eyes closed, smiling at the intimate affection before drifting to sleep.

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Binder (Sherlock Holmes X Trans!Son!Reader)

Characters: Sherlock Holmes X Trans!Son!Reader

Universe: Sherlock 

Warnings: Fear of transphobia and coming out.

Request: A Sherlock x son!reader where the reader is trans guy and not out yet and binding for the first time and wearing baggier clothes than usual to hide it and Sherlock easily deduces it and asks the kid about it and the kid awkwardly comes out and just father/son fluff. Thanks!

When the package came, you were quick to claim it, snatching it from John’s hands and rushing to your room, locking the door behind you. You were quick to rip into the box, and go through the protective wrapping till you got your hands on it. You lifted it up, turning to the mirror and putting it in front of your body. A smile quickly found your face. 

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Hey Dad?

Title: Hey Dad?

Word Count: 396

Warnings: fluff

A/N: This was requested by @basheverythingyesterday! I know it’s short, but I hope you all enjoy this! <3 Feedback is welcomed and appreciated <3 You can still request from the Christmas drabble list <3 HERE

Today was the day you decided coming out to your father, the great Leroy Jethro Gibbs.  He was as tough as nails, maybe even tougher than nails.  You were nervous; you weren’t sure how he was going to take the news.  There was always a case that was troubling him, but you couldn’t wait any longer.  You needed him to know; this was who you were.

You padded down the stairs of the basement, eyeing your father as you descended down the stairs.  When you saw him look up from the boat he was working on, you almost turned around to bolt back up the stairs.  You cautiously sat down, your voice suddenly caught in your throat.

“Something wrong [Y/N],” Gibbs asked, glancing at you as he sanded the wood on his boat.  No matter what case he was on, he always made time for you.  Even if it was for five minutes; you treasured each moment.

“Yeah I just wanted to tell you something that’s all,” you spoke, your voice hushed.  You fidgeted with your hands, avoiding eye contact.  If you looked him in the eyes now, you were sure you would burst into tears.  

“Are you going to tell me some time this year [Y/N],” the Marine teased.  He set down his sander, leaning back against the counter that held his tools.  “You didn’t murder anyone did ya?”

“No no, nothing like that,” you snorted, suddenly feeling a bit at ease.  “I just…  I just want you to know that I’m transgender dad.  I didn’t want to hide this kind of thing from you.  I needed you to know.”

“Okay [Y/N],” Gibbs nodded, picking his sander back up in his hand.

“Okay,” you repeated, confusion evident in your tone

Gibbs set his sander back down, walking over to you.  He placed a hand on your shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze.  “Look [Y/N], you’re my child.  I love you, no matter what.  If you need someone to support you, to help you through this, I’m there.  I’d do anything for you,” Gibbs smiled, pulling you into a hug.  “No matter what, you’ll always be my kid.  Which makes you the best there is.”

Tears of joy streamed down your cheeks as you hugged your dad.  You were glad to have his love and support.  It meant the world to you.

Tag List: @the-real-tony-stank@cyrilconnelly@mija-novella@trashforwinchesters@ivvitm1109@saranasai

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Every Wednesday

Bucky Barnes x Trans male reader Fandom: Marvel (Captain America) Genre: Fluff Warning: Mentions of birthname use? Word count: 875 Y/N= Your Name Author’s Note: I wrote this for @wokeupinawalnut‘s 1K Writing Challenge with the Prompts: Trans Pride and Coffee Shop AU! Congrats on 1K, I hope y’all enjoy this

Masterlist

Prompts: Trans Pride + Coffee Shop AU

The sweet smell of coffee and hot chocolate mixed with the cold air of autumn, when the door to the small but always busy coffee shop opened for another time. 

Bucky glanced up for a moment and saw a familiar face looking around. He smiled when he recognised you after your eyes met for a second. You returned the smile and walked towards him, apologising to a few other customers you passed. When you were fully in his field of vision, he noticed that you were wearing the cute red scarf he had seen on you a few times now, as well as the baggy hoodie you were always wearing. 

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i’m loving this. 

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The Crash Course

Bucky Barnes x Reader (Trans!Male)

Summary: You tell him what you can about sexualities and genders, and it’s only a matter of time until he asks about that one specific thing. Words: 1,587 Warnings: language (i think) Notes: for anon — i don’t think i followed the prompt exactly but i hope i wrote this okay omg 😱

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You’re As Much A Man As I Am

Fandom: Marvel/Avengers

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Trans Man Reader

Warning: Fears of transphobia but no actual transphobia

Writer: @imaginesofeveryfandom aka @thequeenofthehobbits

Summary/Request: Requested by anon:  Could you do a oneshot where bucky and you are dating and you come out to him as trans? (with a male reader, if that’s ok) and you’re worried he won’t be okay with it but he totally is and everything’s fine? Sorry if this is weirdly specific lol thank youu <3

Notes: I’ve had things that are more specific so please don’t worry about it ;) 

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader

Gender: Male (ftm reader, no mention of genitalia)

Prompt: Hi hello, could I get a Bucky Barnes x FTM!reader? Maybe where Bucky helps him with really bad Dysphoria but Bucky is nervous because being trans wasn’t really a big open thing before he was frozen, so he asks Bruce about it? I dunno

Warnings: Angst with a happy ending, Fluff at the end, it starts sad but doesn’t finish that way I promise.

Author’s Note: I tried my best, but I based this off my reactions to dysphoria. I’m sorry if it isn’t accurate for other trans readers!

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Bucky was out on a mission. He had been so happy to take it, claiming that no one wanted to send him out after what happened in Russia, and that this was his chance to get forgiveness.

“It’s a hostage rescue, we’ll be gone for a week at most. I promise.”

Was what he promised you. A week at most, and then he would be back with you. But you hadn’t expected your dysphoria to settle in, late one night. It was around 3 days after Bucky left, and your mind was starting to wander. When he was there, next to you, you would think about him and he would think about you. Reminding you to take your binder off, making sure you drank water. But you knew it was hard for him, adjusting to being able to talk about things like this. Before he was frozen, if someone felt this way, it wasn’t spoken about. They suffered in silence until the day they died.

But what you hadn’t expected, aside from Bucky being so understanding, was his fear of others knowing. He thought you would get hurt or made fun of, due to his past experience. A man that was the same as you, as brave as you were, had been strong enough to tell his closest friends. They all turned on the man immediately, and he was chased out of the town. If that happened to you, Bucky would blame himself for not keeping your secret safe and protecting you.

So nobody on the base knew. Not even Steve.

When you texted Bucky, after debating with yourself for a long 20 minutes over whether or not it was the right thing to do, you were already spiraling. Everything just felt so wrong. When you tried to speak, your voice was too high. When you moved, your chest was too heavy, and the feeling of dread at the pit of your stomach just continued to grow.

To: Bucky

Do you know when you’ll be home?

His reply was fast, and you assumed it was because he was off duty at the moment.

From: Bucky

On the jet now. If all goes well, be home in an hour. Told you it wouldn’t be long. Need anything?

You sighed in near relief, but also fear. What if he didn’t want to help you? How could he even help? The thoughts swirled in your head as you buried yourself into the sheets of your bed. You decide to tell him what’s happening, because you can’t get help if he doesn’t know.

To: Bucky

Dysphoria is kicking my ass. Need you here, I miss you.

To: Bucky

I’m sorry for bothering you

To: Bucky

Forget it I’m sorry

To: Bucky

Why do you care I’m not good enough

To: Bucky

You deserve a real man Buck

To: Bucky

You probably think im a freak and are just staying to be nice im sorry

However, Bucky wasn’t the first one to read those texts. He’d left his phone in his seat next to a previously sleeping Bruce Banner, who was now scrolling through the texts in earnest.

“Ohh shit. Oh, shit. Uh, Barnes? Barnes, where are you?”

Bruce looked around, panicked. He wasn’t a therapist, and this wasn’t his phone, but he felt like he needed to help.

“Bruce, what— what are you doing with my mobile?”

Bucky asked, grabbing it from his hands and scrolling through the texts you’d sent.

“(Y/N)…”

Bucky had his head in his hands, sighing deeply.

“I didn’t know he was—“

“You will pretend you still don’t know, and you won’t treat him any different.”

“You know I wouldn’t, I just want to make sure he’s okay, I think he’s having a dysphoric episode. You need to help him, James. Get him comfortable, make sure he isn’t binding, calm him down.”

And as much as Bucky hated to do it, he took Bruce’s advice. Once he got home, you were curled up in the bed you two shared, because as much as you believed he hated you and who you were, you didn’t want it to be true.

“(Y/N), darlin’…”

Concern was written all over Bucky’s face as he sat down next to you on the bed. He rubbed your back and kissed your forehead.

“I love you, alright? I’m never leaving you.”

You nodded, moving up and pressing yourself into Bucky’s chest.

“You’re a real man. You’re more of a man than many of the people out there. I love you, (Y/N).”

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Simon 'Ghost' Riley & John 'Soap' MacTavish in CALL OF DUTY: MODERN WARFARE II (2022)