#/im HYPED FOR THESE TWO MAN\

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It's that time of the year again, fnafhs headcanons for pride month! with some design edits as well :3

Specifics below!!! this is really long im sorry

first of all happy pride! second of all: specifics

Freddy – AFAB trans guy, aromantic and bisexual He takes a hot second to truly accept his transness, but he gets there eventually. His dysphoria is incredibly intense—he constantly feels like he’s piloting his body from the outside, distant from himself and detached from the present. When he does “come back down” and feels his body again, it’s an overwhelming and deeply unpleasant experience for a billion reasons. He feels dysphoric about being attracted to anyone, regardless of gender, and scientists should probably study the sheer force of his negativity. He hates being transgender—he accepts that he is, at some point, but he still deeply resents it. Sometimes, he just wants to be free from the constant awareness of his gender and the hyperfocus on his body that it brings.

He’s very uncomfortable with being aromantic and allosexual, and he doesn’t like talking about it. He constantly worries that people will see him as perverted just for experiencing aesthetic attraction or desire while not experiencing romantic love the way he’s “supposed to.” He often feels like he’s missing some vital piece of what makes a person whole. Love is so often described as the essence of humanity, “what makes us human” and the cornerstone of culture and storytelling. It’s portrayed as this beautiful, transcendent thing, and he thinks he must be a bad person for not experiencing it in the “right” way. Instead, all he clearly feels is the raw, messy, animalistic instinct of “oh, that person is pretty,” which feels gross and empty without the supposed emotional fullness of romance. His brain is melting under the weight of guilt and confusion—someone please help him.

He goes through all the trials and tribulations of being aro and allo alongside Cami who is in the same boat, they both sort of explore that with eachother and are in a qpr. Hurrah for the one good thing

Fred: Amab or afab that is the question, does it even matter when hes able to shapeshift in his astral form? also bi and ace

Fred’s gender is a hot mess. Does it really matter whether he was assigned male or female at birth when he can shapeshift freely in his astral form? He identifies most with "he" and "man" in a broader, detached sense—like how history books used to refer to all humanity as "man" or "he." He thought maleness was neutral and default, but realizing that being a “man” also comes with expectations and limitations has been jarring. He’s very comfortable with boyness, but once he starts noticing how even that comes with rigid roles and assumptions, discomfort sets in again.

He hasn’t experienced heavy-hitting dysphoria, mostly thanks to his ability to shape his astral form however he wants. But he still gets this persistent, uncomfortable, nagging feeling when people perceive him as Freddy—specifically, as a girl. He originally thought of himself as “the boy one” between him and Freddy, mostly because he was annoyed by femininity and how many expectations it carried. The world is built around a boy-girl binary (said like “it’s a dog-eat-dog world”), so he defaulted to boyness simply because it was “not girl.”

Fred's body reflects Freddy’s desires: more masculine by default, with a flat chest, deeper voice, and even short hair as a child, which was Freddy’s attempt to reject his own femininity. But Fred himself actually really likes long hair and would grow it out if he could. The body’s current shoulder-length hair is an awkward compromise, a silent negotiation between what Fred wants and what Freddy used to need.

He experiences a lot of dysmorphia, not just because of gender but because the body itself feels like it doesn’t belong to him. It’s shaped by Freddy’s unresolved longing, not by Fred’s true self. He’s also insecure about his asexuality, mostly because it’s tangled up in dysphoria, dysmorphia, and general corporeal disgust. He was always fine with liking women—that seemed to align with expectations—but the moment he finds a guy cute, he spirals into confusion and frustration. Nothing makes sense anymore.

Bonnie: AMAB cis guy, demiromantic and unlabeled Bonnie wrestled with attraction and labels for a bit, unsure of what everything meant or what changes he would be “expected” to make once he accepted certain identities. Eventually, he realized he doesn’t need to label anything he doesn’t want to. That moment of clarity brought him peace. He doesn’t define his attraction based on gender—it doesn’t play a significant role in how he experiences it. The only label he uses comfortably is demiromantic, because it’s about how romance happens for him specifically, not who it happens with. That distinction feels honest and grounding.

Chica: AFAB and cis girl, poly, and Bi and very proud of it! Has been out for a hot second and all of her family is very accepting of her :) her mom specially has been such a sweetheart about it and has tried to get up to date with a lot of queer stuff, also for her older daughter (i will get there.) Learning that polyamory was a real, valid thing took some adjustment. At first, it felt strange or confusing, but with support, friendship, and a burning desire to avoid unnecessary love triangles, she figured it out and embraced it fully.

Golden: AMAB nonbinary pan and poly They're going through a billion issues all of the time forever. They are going through it. Always. Forever. Realizing they were trans was like opening a door to a never-ending hallway of identity crisis and grief and horror. They always knew, deep down, that something about how they looked and existed made them miserable. But growing up under the weight of family expectations, those feelings were shoved into a dark corner and ignored. They were the “pretty boy”—that was the brand, and the brand had to be preserved.

With the help of their friends and one particularly catastrophic life event, they were finally forced to face it: they’re nonbinary. But instead of relief, this realization just made everything worse. Being nonbinary doesn’t come with clean answers or neat transitions. Their identity will always be questioned, ignored, or mocked—especially in Spanish-speaking spaces where "elle" is a punchline and being nonbinary is seen as something ridiculous or unserious. They’ll never “pass” in the traditional sense, because there’s no default mold for being nonbinary. Every moment becomes a coming out, a conversation, a correction. It’s exhausting. It’s miserable. And it’s something they have to accept even when all they want is to disappear.

Accepting their pansexuality was just another layer of the spiral. Being attracted to men made them feel like they were just “a gay guy,” which only confused things further. It wasn’t even about sexuality anymore—it was about gender. People always assumed they were gay anyway, and now it feels like they’ve just proven everyone right.

Surprisingly being poly sort of helped with that? helped cement people aren't fully correct and vindicated in their view of them and that they are more complicated than the 2D image of them that has been plastered all around.

Fox: AFAB trans guy, bi and poly

Fox has been out for a LONG time (since he was ten, to be exact). He was stealth for a long time and, thanks to early self-awareness and whatever care he could access, he never developed particularly intense dysphoria. His struggles with gender are more abstract, more about grief than disgust. Sometimes, he mourns the idea of “being a daughter” to someone, but that’s more about being an orphan than being trans so it's not relevant to day LOL

Polyamory wasn’t something he thought deeply about until he met Chica and Golden and realized, “I don’t want to choose.” So he didn’t. He’s the most chill about it, mostly because he’s open-minded and laid-back by nature. He’s also secure in his sexuality—he’s proudly bisexual, he passes easily, and he doesn’t feel like he has to overexplain anything. Sure, life will throw ten billion bricks at his head, but that’s for another day.

Joy: AFAB and bi and aroace Joy had a rough time realizing she was attracted to women. So much more is “allowed” in female friendships—physical affection, emotional intimacy, even possessiveness—that it was hard for her to separate romantic attraction from platonic closeness. On top of that, she was raised with very old-school values, which made it even harder to parse her feelings. She confused her lack of romantic and sexual attraction with “modesty” for a long time. But eventually, she figures it out—she’s bi and aroace. And though it took a thousand hoops and some heavy mental gymnastics, she gets there. 🔥

Bon: AMAB cis guy and gay

He's struggling with it. Someone help him. He grew up in a household where his gay estranged older brother was constantly berated for being "girly" and "weak" until he got into an insanely violent fight with his dad and then ran away and maybe died, or at least disappeared so thoroughly no one could really say otherwise. Now Bon carries the weight of being the “good son,” the one who stayed. His father puts a lot of pressure on him to be everything Onnie wasn’t: strong, responsible, “normal.” And Bon wants to make him proud, genuinely. After all, he’s his father, and for a while, he was the only family Bon had. This was before Malva came back from Japan and started reconnecting with them both.

Bon knows, deep down, that there’s something in him he doesn’t want to name. Something he buries, because he has bigger, louder problems to focus on—like the fact that his brother is still missing and technically a cold case. Or that he has a younger sister he barely knows and now has to help adjust to life in a completely unfamiliar country. He tells himself it’s fine. Everything’s fine, as long as he doesn’t think about it.

Enter Bonnie with a nuke.

Meg: AFAB genderfluid and pan

Saying Meg uses “any pronouns” is a bit of a simplification. The truth is, you kind of have to ask them how they’re feeling on a given day and go with whatever pronouns they tell you at the time. And you better respect that. Meg is extremely proudly trans and extremely proudly queer. They have absolutely no shame about it and they’re not afraid to throw hands if someone disrespects them (even if they’ll definitely lose the fight) It's the principle. Meg will go down swinging.

They’re loud, impulsive, and wear their identity like a badge of honor. They’ve clawed tooth and nail for the right to exist visibly, and they are not about to back down for anyone, even if it’s exhausting sometimes.

Toddy: AFAB, demiromantic and bisexual Toddy didn’t know anything about labels or identity language for a long time. She grew up without that kind of vocabulary, just following her gut and doing her best to make sense of things on her own. This is not to say her parents were against queerness or intentionally shielded her from it. In fact, quite the opposite. Both of her parents are queer themselves, and they realized after having a kid that they were both aroace. At some point they just looked at each other and said something along the lines of, "Well, we gave it a shot, but maybe let's just be buddies." So they got divorced and have remained best friends ever since. Their love is very real, even if it is not romantic or sexual, and Toddy grew up around that kind of deeply caring, untraditional relationship dynamic. Her parents deeply love her and support her in everything.

Even so, none of that helped her understand how she felt, or gave her the language to talk about her own experiences. She didn't know names or specifics or anything simply because she was unlucky. She thought she was straight because she really did like Bon, and it sort of ended there. It wasn’t until much later that she realized the way she experienced attraction, especially romantic attraction, did not match what most people seemed to describe. She only ever felt those kinds of emotions after forming a strong emotional bond with someone. That understanding made everything with Bon feel even more complicated and painful in hindsight.

Because the thing is, she really did like him. She trusted him. She let herself believe that maybe he felt something too, even if he never said it directly. But he was going through a lot of his own struggles, and in the process, he ended up stringing her along without fully realizing what he was doing. She will move on, and she knows that, but she also has every right to be hurt. That heartbreak meant something to her. Even if it did not mean the same to him, her pain is still real and valid.

Her bisexuality took a long time to figure out as well. She always understood what attraction looked like on a surface level. She could recognize when someone was beautiful, or when someone really was not, and she had no trouble acknowledging that. For years she assumed that was what attraction was supposed to be. She believed she was straight, mostly because the only person she ever truly wanted to pursue something with was Bon. And women? Well, yes, women were beautiful, but that just felt like something she could notice and appreciate without it meaning much more.

Everything shifted when she became close to a girl. Not just casual friendship, but the kind of closeness where her whole heart felt wrapped up in that bond. That was when the desire to pursue something romantic started to make sense. It was not sudden or dramatic, just a gentle and very certain kind of clarity. Things clicked into place. She could finally look back on her own history and see the patterns for what they really were. She finally understood herself better, and that was such a gift. She deserves that clarity. I love her.

Mai: AFAB demigirl and sapphic

Mai tends not to talk about pronouns or gender much. It’s not that she is hiding it—she just doesn’t see the point. She looks like a girl, people treat her like one, and it doesn’t bother her that much. Compared to her sibling, who’s so much louder and more secure in their transness, she feels like she barely counts. Like she’s “not trans enough” to make it worth mentioning. There’s a quiet guilt there, like she's letting someone down, or occupying a space she doesn't fully deserve. It makes her feel as though her gender should be insignificant, barely even a blip, but somehow it still lingers in the back of her mind more than she thinks it should. So she just lets people assume, unless they ask directly, and even then it comes out kind of mumbled.

But when it comes to her sexuality, there’s no such hesitation. She loves women and feminine people with the kind of loud, celebratory joy that takes up space. She's sapphic and proud, and being able to say that out loud feels incredible. She absolutely adores femininity, both in others and in herself, and she couldn’t be happier to know that queerness is a part of that. That part of her has never been a source of shame. Only joy. She uses sapphic instead of lesbian a lot of the time, but it's mostly just a slight preference for the sapphic flag more than anything. Has no qualms being refered to as a lesbian and will also be proud of it.

Puppet: AFAB, canonically nonbinary and pan!! wow!! Puppet uses all pronouns and genuinely means it. None of them feel especially gendered in their head—“he,” “she,” “they,” “it”—they all drift across the surface of their identity without quite settling in. They’re neutral enough. Interchangeable, almost. Like labels for a thing that doesn’t need labeling. But while the pronouns themselves don’t bother them, being perceived as a girl does. Not just in a vague sense, but with a kind of deep, gnawing wrongness.

Feminine presentation—dresses, makeup, dainty postures, even being called “pretty” in a certain tone—makes their skin crawl. It’s not about dysphoria in the traditional way, or some kind of inner conflict. It’s simpler and more violent than that. It feels wrong, like being dressed in someone else’s skin. Like being wrapped in something that doesn’t belong to them, something they never agreed to.

And yet, Puppet rarely corrects people. Not because they don’t care, but because caring takes energy. They process the world in such a flat, disjointed way that most things don’t really register as worth responding to. Emotions pass through them like wind through a hollow space—barely touching the sides. Feeling nothing is their default state. So when someone clearly percieves him as a girl and it makes them twitch, or gives them a weird, nauseating pulse in their chest, they don’t always push it away. They notice it. And sometimes, that’s enough. She’ll let it happen just to prove to herself that she's still here. That something can still get under his skin. And that not everything is this blind search for something to spark a curiosity strong enough to wind him up into being a functional human being

In that sense, being misgendered or misunderstood becomes a strange kind of stimulation. Not good, not validating, but real. It’s a sensation. It’s input. And when the world is usually just noise and static, even discomfort feels like something worth keeping.

Despite that, there’s a very quiet comfort in masculinity. They never name it, never try to define it, but there’s a certain ease in moving through the world when presenting as a boy. Not really being one, that also feels wrong (though LESS wrong than being a girl), but presenting in a masculine way instead of chasing androginy feels good. It doesn’t feel like the truth, necessarily, but it sits better in their bones. It doesn’t itch.

Their relationship with pansexuality is equally stripped of sentiment. It’s not about pride or identity—it’s just a fact. Everyone is equally viable and equally irrelevant. Attraction doesn’t hinge on gender, because gender doesn’t really exist in their internal framework the way it does for other people. Puppet flirts for fun. For control. Sometimes just for noise. Love, though? That’s a fantasy, at least for him it is. It's something other people get to have. They’ve already resigned themselves to the idea that love is a closed door, and they’re on the outside. Maybe that’s fine. Maybe it’s easier that way.

Puppet isn’t cold, but they exist in a kind of emotional grayscale. They aren’t searching for meaning, not really. They’re just trying to stay awake in a life that feels endlessly gray. And if being seen wrong gives them a flicker of something—rage, disgust, discomfort—they’ll take it.

It’s not the healthiest way to live. But it’s what they’ve got. Sure hope the magic thing you're researching helps you fix yourself man (it doesn't)

Onnie: AMAB, agender gay and poly. Onnie used to think there was something wrong with him—rotten-in-the-bones kind of wrong. Before it was Onnie, it was just “the oldest son.” And being the oldest son in that house meant something very specific. It meant being strong. Stoic. Unshakeable. A man, with all the weight and cruelty that word carried when spoken from their father’s mouth.

But he was soft-spoken. He cried too easily. He was always covered in bruises from the latest beating at school. And worse than that, they liked things that weren’t hard or manly—music, art, singing in his room, writing lyrics in the margins of his notebooks. That softness made him a target. The kids at school saw it first, and their father second. And both used queerness like a slur, a weapon, something they threw at him until it cracked open everything inside.

And the worst part was that they weren’t wrong.

His queerness was like a cut that got infected and doused in alcohol over and over again. People weren’t wrong in how they perceived him, he was gay, and he was weird, and disconnected from masculinity. So therefore, in their eyes, all the violence that came his way was inherently justified. It had to be. That was the only way it made any sense.

It doesn't mean he stopped fighting. Even if they were right, even if he was built to be disgusting and reprehensible, he would fight back. Crawl and cry and scream his way through survival. Cling to life however he could, even if that life was “wrong.” He began to harbor a deep, seething hatred for everything considered “right.” Fantasies bloomed inside him, twisted and violent, full of moral rot—scenes where he was the one in power, he was the one dealing out cruelty, he was the one who got to hurt a kid for whatever arbitrary reason, the same way people hurt him. Surely this won't reflect on him later. (Lie.)

When he eventually found Deuz and the others, something changed. Bit by bit, the edges of that survival-sharpened armor dulled. They were loud and queer and fearless, and somehow still strong. And Onnie, for the first time, felt like they were allowed to try being real—not the version he’d failed to be, but the version they might’ve become if the world hadn’t tried to crush it out of them.

Being gay wasn’t a death sentence. Being queer didn’t mean you were a cockroach, something wrong to be stomped out. Accepting it didn’t have to feel like a burning needle cauterizing every nerve of vulnerability he had hidden in spiral notebooks filled with gut-spilling lyrics. He could be gay and be at the top of the food chain. He could be gay and be feared. He could be gay and be alive.

As for gender—Onnie unraveled that knot on its own. They were a gifted kid (surprising everyone), the kind who buried themself in books and lyrics and late-night English forums just to get away from reality. That’s how it first saw pronouns like it/its, how others used them with pride or curiosity or joy. He tucked the idea away for years, too afraid to touch it, until one day he wasn’t.

“It” doesn't quite work in Spanish, though. So their workaround was simple and sort of rough around the edges: using their name in place of pronouns, and ending gendered words in -e, mirroring the neutral grammar of elle but shaping it into something distinct enough to be different. Something personal. Something right. It didn’t need to make sense to anyone else. It made sense to them. It felt like them.

Now, Onnie is louder than ever. Proud. Ridiculously gay. Dramatically poly. He wears his hair long like a curtain and a banner both—because it’s what he always wanted, and because it makes him feel like he belongs to himself again. There’s still a lingering fear of weakness. He flinches from it. Circles it warily. But that fear doesn’t own him anymore.

He isn’t ashamed of what he is. He doesn’t flinch when people see him clearly. If anything, it dares people to look harder. Somewhere in there, there’s some kind of vindication. In living a “wrong” life. In being a “bad” person. In being gay and queer and violent and claiming back every bit of the fire that once burned him.

He is the violent asshole now. The one you can’t get rid of even if you fight back with all your strength.

And somewhere, deep inside, the bloody child who hid poems in a shoebox under the bed and thought dying might be easier than existing—knows that he survived. That they survived. That it is real now. That it is free.

Onyx: AFAB trans guy, bi, ace, and polyamorous Onyx got kicked out the same night he came out as trans to his father. One second, he had a roof over his head, a bedroom with posters on the walls and socks on the floor. The next, he was standing outside with nothing to his name after screaming his lungs out against the only person he had ever had. He started living with Deuz and he was infinitely grateful for that, but the wound never really healed.

Even so, he never once reconsidered. Not his name, not his identity, not even in the darkest, most vulnerable nights where grief and abandonment tried to creep in through the cracks. Losing his only family over his gender didn’t make him doubt it, it made him realize just how deep it ran. The kind of truth you’d give everything for. He’s proud of who he is, even if it cost him everything.

Sexuality, on the other hand, always felt like a side quest. He grew up assuming bisexuality was just the neutral setting everyone had before picking favorites—like everyone started bi and then “chose” straight or gay. And as for sex? He thought people were making it up. It sounded more like exaggerated performance art than something real people actually enjoyed. So in his mind, he figured he must be the default. Turns out, not quite. Realizing he was ace didn’t come with grief or weight. It came with a laugh and a shrug, like discovering a plot twist in a story he thought he knew. Compared to gender, sexuality was just background noise; quiet, uncomplicated, and kind of funny in retrospect.

Deuz: AMAB bigender, gay and poly Deuz has always known who she is. Her gender never confused her, never felt like a blurry, shifting shadow. She is both man and woman at once, not in halves but in whole. And she never had to fight for that clarity. Her mother was always in her corner, she was specially encouraged to follow what her heart said due to the fact that his mom (and his late dad) were both trans! She grew up in a house where queerness wasn’t radical, it was something normal that he had to live out, never shutting himself out to comform to a broken unjust world.

Still, even in that love, Deuz crafted herself into something deliberately strong. She holds herself to a standard of masculinity—not because it comforts her, but because it anchors her. Because she’s built her life around protecting others, around being the one who stands tall when everything else falls apart.

Sexuality wise, that one defenitelly took longer. Realizing she was gay felt harder to digest, stranger to hold. Not because it was wrong, but because it didn’t fit into the framework she’d built of who she thought she should be. Because for a while figuring out attraction was just some weird background noise she had no time to tune into, not with the self imposed weight of being "the leader" of his little ragtag group of misfits. It took a few years to untangle it all, but she got there. And now, she claims it with the same confidence she carries everything else.

Maggie: AFAB Trans guy, bi, and poly Maggie’s gender was a slow burn. Not an explosion, not a revelation, more like a quiet echo that took years to reach him. He tried on a dozen labels before settling into “man.” And it was a long and arduous process because he couldn't understand how he could be a man but have no physical dysphoria, no hunger for surgery, no desire to change his name or to be different. His wish was to be treated different while being the same. And some part of him thought it was cheap. Specially when comparing his thought process to the way Onyx experienced his own gender, being obnoxiously masculine to feel right, a part of him felt like it'd be unfair of him to call himself a "man" when he knows "normal" binary trans people like Onyx or Deuz's mom who have changed and strived to look a certain way when he does not. He likes femininity, likes wearing pretty things, so there had to be some weird answer in between.

It took time to unlearn the idea that trans men had to be masc to be valid. That you needed to suffer to qualify. But he did unlearn it. And now he’s solid in himself. Quietly, casually, stubbornly sure. He gets misgendered constantly, he presents in a way where he just looks like a girl, but it stopped stinging as much. Doesn’t mean he’s not exhausted by it. Just that he knows who he is, even if others don’t.

Sexuality-wise, he’s chill about being bi. Almost amused by it. There’s something inherently funny to him about the whole thing, especially the fact that Deuz was his first love. Something about bisexual falling for the bigender. it's sort of funny in a stupid way, bi^2 Being poly is also chill, he thinks is sort of metal, do whatever you want forever and let no one stop you love everyone who you love never be shackled type stuff

Abby: AMAB demigirl and pansexual Abby has known she was trans for a while now, she came out to her parents when she was little and her parents were surprisingly totally fine with hit, her mom in particular was very happy (and weirdly emotional) about it, and told her she should always live her life with freedom, and be the individual she wants to be no matter what anyone says, lol i wonder why (Abby your poor mother.)

At first, She thought she was a binary trans girl, and she lived in that label for a good while—until it started to feel just a little too narrow, a little too tight in places she didn’t know how to name. Eventually, she landed on demigirl, and it clicked really nicely. Not one or the other, but something that belonged to her, exactly how she needed it to.

She lived in an English-speaking country for a bit when she was younger, which is where she first found a deep attachment to it/its pronouns. Something about the neutral confidence of them just made sense. They felt clean. Solid. Unapologetic. Inhuman in a way that was comforting instead of antagonizing. But in Spanish, where it/its doesn’t quite translate, she swaps them out for elle. She doesn’t mind—it’s all part of her language, her expression, her shape. Passing makes it easier, too. She’s not closeted, just... not often asked. If someone does ask, she’ll tell them without hesitation. But most people don’t. People see what they see and assume they have the answer.

As for being pansexual, that label was love at first sight. She just always assumed that was how it worked. “Why would gender affect who you like? Aren’t you supposed to like the person?????” Finding out that wasn’t how most people worked made her latch onto the label all the more tightly. She loves it, She likes that she gets to love without borders.

Lily: AFAB cis girl and aroace Lily adores being aroace. She treats it like a prized identity, like a shiny badge she gets to flash around with pride and joy. She wears bracelets with the flag colors, has stickers all over her stuff, and Felix helped her make matching pins and buttons that say “no thanks” in big friendly letters. She thinks it’s all very cute and her parents know of it and are fine with it :) whatever makes her happy. (if you're wondering why I didn't give her that in the sprite edit, i FORGOT and it was a chore to put all of the images in pairs without tumblr freaking out so you have to imagine it because im NOT going through that again)

She figured herself out when she was just meeting the funtimes! they were all talking about sexuality since it was a big factor on why they were bothered and outcasts, and she kinda realized she did not get it at all!!! She sort of shyly admitted she did not understand and eventually they all helped her learn what being aroace was and finding a label :) yay friendship

Felix: AMAB cis gay guy Pride should be dedicated to this guy

Felix is so loud about being gay. It’s his favorite thing about himself. He’ll tell you within the first five minutes of meeting him, will introduce himself with “Hi, I’m Felix and I’m very gay,” and probably has at least one rainbow item on him at all times because why not!! why not be fiercly proud of being who you are. Why would anyone have shame. If anyone should have shame it's the unjust broken world that deemed it as something "wrong" to be happy.

He figured himself out very early on, and when he came out when he was like 12 it wasn’t cute or easy. His dad freaked out, stormed out, and just... never came back. No apology. No explanation aside from the usual nonsense that sounded like a game of broken telephone. Just left. It could’ve broken him or made him feel ashamed, but instead, it ignited something. He got angry. Furious. And that fury turned outward at bigots, at injustice, at every system and person who made life harder for kids like him. This guy thinks he can end homophobia on his own with his little teenager hands.

Fede: AFAB trans guy and bi Fede is out at school, but not at home. It’s a weird limbo: in public, he tries his hardest to correct people, speaks with as much confidence as he can muster, but without a male uniform, without hormones, without passing, it never really lands the way he wants. People still call him “she,” and worse, they look at him and see something else entirely.

He cut his hair short and thought it would help, that maybe that would be the moment he started looking like himself—but all he sees in the mirror is how much he still looks “like a girl.” Feminine. Soft in the wrong ways. He’s incredibly dysphoric and barely managing to stay afloat under the weight of it. At school, kids used to call him a lesbian before he even came out, and that specific kind of misgendering—being shoved into an identity that isn’t his at all—cuts deeper than most things. It’s humiliation and erasure in one.

He tries to laugh it off. Tries to be chill. He models himself after Felix—this blazing, joyful, unshakeably gay guy who somehow made pride into something loud and beautiful. In Fede’s head, Felix is the ideal. If he could just be like that, maybe this wouldn’t hurt so much. But it does hurt. And pretending it doesn’t is exhausting. There's a quiet, venomous kind of anger that sits heavy in his chest, not directed at anyone in particular, just at everything.

Still, he can’t help the creeping resentment he sometimes feels toward Abby. She passes effortlessly. People see her the way she wants to be seen, and even if he knows it’s not her fault, even if he loves her as a friend, it gnaws at him. And that makes him feel worse, because what kind of friend gets bitter over someone else's joy?

Being bi only makes things messier. He hates how dating Felix, an openly gay guy, makes people side-eye them like they're either beards or confused. ("You know he’s gay, right?” people whisper to him, like they’re doing him a favor.) And if he shows attraction to girls, it’s the same: people assume he's just a butch lesbian in denial. Every direction he turns, someone’s misreading him, mislabeling him, painting over who he actually is. His identity feels like it’s constantly being erased and re-written by other people.

So instead, he plays it cool. Acts like he doesn’t care. Laughs when people joke. Pretends he’s above it all. But underneath the performance, Fede is furious and sad and so tired. He just wants to be seen. As a boy. As himself. And not have to explain why that’s not a contradiction.

Malva: AFAB cis girl, aromantic and lesbian

Amor o admiración but with aromantic piano-playing girls. Her and Joy both being aromantic... Bon’s Amor o admiración plotline, but flipped in an aromantic way for his sister!

It’s hard to discern platonic, romantic, admiration — and even more so under a feminine upbringing, where you’re allowed to be far more affectionate and caring with each other. Romance being imposed upon girls is also a factor, and something that Malva has imposed on her by her family. It's a silent expectation: to be a girlfriend, a bride, a wife, a mother, a grandmother.

It’s a pressure she has to ponder. As a kid, she would rebel against it, but as she gets older, she sees how everyone else lets go of that childish rejection and falls into "like"... and she! never! does!

She doesn’t understand romantic attraction or what the big deal is with it. She feels an intense platonic bond with Loon. She had never considered “dating”. because what would even change? beyond gross kissing? She hates the phrasing of “more than friends,” as if her friends were somehow less than, when they matter so much to her. And she does actually get really sad when Loon starts dating, because of that same idea that it’s “more than.” and that she doesn't matter as much anymore.

She has the same issue with realizing she’s a lesbian, since again — girls are allowed to be more close — but no yeah: pretty girl around and she’s stupid. Realizing the idea of kissing a girl doesn’t sound as bad as a boy 👍 actually sounds kinda nice 👍 (The heteronormative future that was always imposed on her and that she rejected — without actually wondering if there was any other option she could like. HETERONORMATIVITY IS HARD. SHE’S A TEEN)

Loon: AMAB bigender, bisexual and poly

This guy is so negative I have no clue what the hell is wrong with him. He’s bigender and absolutely hates it. Not because he doesn’t believe in it, not because he doubts it, but because it’s him, and that alone makes it feel cursed. He’s known for a long time, even as a kid, but knowing didn’t come with clarity or peace, just confusion, shame, and this creeping sense of being fundamentally broken.

He’s out to his parents, and they’re surprisingly okay about it. Supportive, even. That doesn’t stop him from cringing at his own existence. When he came out to Malva, he did it over text when she was already in another country, and he couldn’t bear the idea of saying it out loud. He’s mortified by most of his existence — his gender included, but definitely not limited to it.

To survive, he has built an uneasy system. He pretends to be a cis girl He’s built a system of survival: pretend to be a cis girl online, pretend to be a cis boy in real life. A half-life on both ends. It's his attempt to “balance” being both a guy and a girl at the same time, without ever actually asking anyone to see him for who he is. Unsurprisingly, it doesn't really work. His pronouns and how he wants to be referred to change almost daily, but to be truly comfortable, she’d have to communicate, to actually tell people what she needs. And that’s... not happening. Loon is a creature engineered out of guilt, shame, and fear of burdening others. So he suffers quietly and smiles through it, convincing himself that no one needs to know.

That whole online system of his bit him in the ass eventually, because he and Owynn met online! and dated online! so he was a cis girl to owynn until he moved and HAD to come clean about it, but the guilt of having lied still claws at him, specially because he could tell Owynn was weirded out by it (at first he thought it was him thinking she was gross, but she later learns that Owynn is just very easily freaked out by men and the whole lying thing scared him for a bit before he realized it was harmless). It adds another layer to the already overwhelming pile of self-loathing and fear that he carries every day.

She feels like she’s not feminine enough to look like a girl, like any attempt at femininity just makes her look like she’s in some kind of costume. But she’s not masculine enough to be perceived as a guy either. Not confidently, not assertively. Instead, she’s convinced she’s this weird, ugly little thing stuck in between, a cosmic joke of a person who fails no matter what direction she reaches toward. Her self-image is so fractured that even the smallest attempts at self-expression feel fake or doomed to backfire. Growing out and dyeing her hair helped a bit. But it’s fragile, and fleeting, and too easily shattered by a bad glance or a wrong pronoun because people cannot read his mind.

Sexuality wise, he’s a little more relaxed. A little. His dad is also bi and he was raised in a house that encouraged openness, so in theory, this is the one area that isn’t supposed to be riddled with shame. And it sort of works; unlike gender, bi-ness doesn’t come with an assigned costume. He doesn’t have to look a certain way to be valid, and that gives him a second of peace. But even then, there’s the loopback. The echo chamber of gender dysphoria wraps itself around his sexuality. When he’s dating a guy, he panics: “Do I look like a gay guy? But I’m not a guy all the time.” When he’s dating a girl, the thoughts shift: “Do I look like a straight girl? That’s not right either.” Everything cycles back to gender. Fly high

And then there’s polyamory. And oh man that one blindsided him. He wasn’t expecting it, he thought he was monogamous, thought he had to be, that the very idea of having feelings for more than one person was a betrayal. So when he developed feelings for someone else while dating Owynn, he had a complete meltdown. Not a soft, quiet crisis. A full-on spiral. He felt gross, disgusting, like a cheater, even though he hadn’t done anything. Because society has this whole purity script — the “one and only” narrative. “True love means there’s only one.” And even though his parents are chill and pretty nonjudgmental, the world is not. Polyamory still gets side-eyed, still gets called selfish or slutty or immature. He internalized all of that without even realizing it. He had a horrible time about it before he got reassured that feelings alone don’t make you disloyal, and that polyamory is valid as long as everyone involved knows what’s going on and communicates clearly. That wanting more than one person doesn’t make you greedy or dirty. That it’s not shameful to want connection — especially when you’re honest about it.

And hearing that? It helped. She started to believe it. She started to let herself feel things again. And it worked. For once, something worked. She’s still anxious and self-critical and probably always will be, but she figured something out. That matters.

Owynn: AFAB trans guy, demiromantic, asexual, pansexual and poly

Dear god have less things

I'm gonna get into a lot of heavy stuff with him?? because sadly it shaped him and how he lives and exists?? so feel free to skip this one i sound insane.

His gender is the worst thing that has ever happened to him. He deeply resents being born a girl and absolutely despises being perceived as one. He is fully stealth at school and completely closeted at home. He accomplished this by lying—outrageously and thoroughly. He is already quite neglected at home (his mother works constantly, and his father is completely unhinged), and since he was already used to handling most of his paperwork alone, he was told to enroll in school by himself. So he made the completely unhinged decision to forge his birth certificate and every single official document so that he would be recognized as male under the name Owynn.

He works incredibly hard in school and keeps his grades high, not out of ambition, but so his parents never get contacted for anything. He always writes his name in pencil on tests and assignments so he can erase it and rewrite his deadname if his father decides to snoop through his belongings. He is running on pure survival instincts. He is absolutely terrified that if his father ever found out the truth, he would be in real danger—he is half certain he would be killed. But that fear barely registers, because he has reached a point where he just does not care anymore. He is completely unhinged and has accepted it, it's not like he doesn't "almost die" every so often either, his dad loves to lose his shit at random inconsecuential stuff.

A lot of his hatred for being a girl comes directly from trauma. His father is deranged and believes women are fragile, delicate things, while simultaneously beating him mercilessly for anything that could be considered promiscuous or outside the rigid standards he has for women. All of it is supposedly “to protect her” or “to teach her a lesson,” but it is all complete nonsense. His father is just violent and deranged.

On top of that, Owynn has had a horrific track record with cis men specifically because he was perceived as a girl. From a terrifyingly young age, he learned that men—especially older boys and adult men—were not safe. They looked at him like he was something to consume. Like something already theirs. As a child, he was already bullied for being visibly Indigenous, and it did not stop there. He was also fetishized and sexualized for that exact reason. One boy in his class confessed his “love” to him every day, never taking a no for an answer because "girls just like to play hard", and adults encouraged him to keep on trying because it was "cute" and "boys will be boys". This just kept happening until he got tired of being rejected and just forced himself onto Owynn. If you ever see that I draw him with a part of his tongue missing, it is because that same boy bit it off. Fun. They were """""dating""""" for a bit before Owynn tried to kill himself and switched schools. ("pia what the fuck he did what" im not gonna expand on that we are moving on.)

He has always been sexualized for being a girl. He was always told to be soft, fragile, and passive. He was expected to be a doll—pretty, silent, and compliant. He was never treated like a full person, only like an object to be looked at, possessed, or corrected. Every interaction he had while being perceived as a girl made him feel profoundly disgusting, like his body wasn’t his own and his identity was just a costume others kept forcing onto him. He's scared of men. He fears what they see when they look at him. He fears what they assume, what they feel entitled to, what they might do with that entitlement. Even now, when he’s perceived as a boy, he can feel it lingering—the possibility that one day someone will look too close, notice the wrong shape in his silhouette, and decide to make him pay for it. The fear of men is so deeply embedded in his nervous system that even being near them can make his stomach clench and his skin crawl. He cannot relax around them. He cannot trust them. They’ve only ever taught him that love is violence, attention is danger, and being noticed is a curse. All of that horrible track record has led him to believe he’s not really “deserving” of being called trans. In his head, he’s not a real trans guy—he’s just a stupid, broken girl trying to escape her own weakness by pretending to be a boy. And that doesn’t feel valid. He tells himself that hating girlhood isn’t the same as being a boy. That being a boy out of pure spite, out of trauma, out of survival, isn’t the same as the way “real” trans people come to understand themselves. In his worst moments, he feels like a walking stereotype—the “traumatized girl” transphobes point to in their strawman arguments to claim that trans men are just confused, abused, or brainwashed women. He knows he’s not that, and he knows his circumstances don’t make his identity any less real. He knows that, objectively, survival is not shameful and that his happiness matters more than anyone’s expectations or purity tests. But even knowing all of that, he still feels like that. And the guilt eats at him anyway. It gnaws at the parts of him that wanted to be proud. It claws at the parts that once believed he could be something better. It sits in his chest like a bruise that never fades.

Regarding his sexuality, Owynn identified as aromantic and asexual for a long time, and he was honestly very happy with that label. He was content being alone forever. In his eyes, people are cruel, opportunistic, and dangerous. Getting close to someone would only mean giving them the chance to hurt, use, or manipulate him. Romantic relationships seemed even worse, because they included sex, physical closeness, and all the expectations that came with those things.

Then Loon appeared, and it was like being metaphorically shot in the back of the head repeatedly. Owynn started dating her online mostly as a joke—partly to mess around, but mostly to cement the idea that he was aromantic and asexual. He figured, “Why should I care? She’s a girl (he thought), and therefore not inherently as dangerous as men.” It felt like a low-risk experiment. If he broke it off, it was not like she would try to kill him or anything. And besides, she was Japanese and lived on the other side of the planet anyways.

Surprise! They actually got close. And he started experiencing romantic feelings for the first time in his life, and he absolutely hated it, he freaked out about it in the comfort of his own privacy while continuing to act normal around Loon and trying to pretend like he didn't want to scream. He could not bring himself to end things, because the moment he realized what he felt, he became deeply attached. And with a little bit of time, it felt kind of nice. Online, he had control. No one could see his body language or make him uncomfortable with touch. He got to feel like a normal, lovesick teenager for once in his life. Oops. Loon moved to his country. And she was not biologically a girl. And everything got absolutely horrible again.

Loon, in tears, explained that she was sorry, ashamed, and completely mortified. She had not lied for fun, it was just a stupid gender thing and she was trying so hard to be comfortable with existing. Owynn was already far too attached to walk away, and he accepted the situation, mostly by justifying it to himself. After all, he was also lying to Loon by pretending to be a cis guy. But going from what they had before to the chaotic mess they were suddenly thrown into was disorienting and intense. That whole transition is another topic entirely.

As for his asexuality, he is extremely sex-repulsed. He hates the very idea of it and feels deeply uncomfortable with most of the typical things people in relationships are expected to do—like kissing, cuddling or even using petnames. Whenever he tries to think about any of those things he gets sick, remembers being called pretty and exotic and being sexualized and kissed and touched and he despises it and despises himself for being so "dramatic" about stupid stuff. These reactions have left him feeling insecure about his relationship and how “worthy” he is of it. He often feels more like a glorified best friend than a boyfriend because his brain will not allow him to engage in even the smallest of intimate gestures without panicking or feeling physically sick. And yet, the worst part is not the panic itself—it’s the shame that comes after. The part of him that whispers, "No one will stay if you can't give them what they want."

His pansexuality came into the picture much later, during his relationship with Loon. He originally liked the idea of being straight, because it helped validate his identity as a man. But once he realized Loon was uncomfortable with that framing because of her gender, he had the realization that gender did not matter to him at all. He had no preference, no attraction based on gender and the pansexual label fit well into that.

He’s not really the biggest fan of not being straight. It’s not about internalized homophobia exactly, it's more that people have always assumed he wasn’t straight just by looking at him. He’s seen as androgynous and constantly read as “gay” in some way, mostly because of his long hair. And it drives him insane. He’s not feminine at all, but no one seems to care. The hair alone is enough to push people into making assumptions, as if that’s all it takes. And the worst part is he can’t even cut it to prove them wrong. It’s not just hair—it holds deep cultural and spiritual meaning. It’s part of his identity as an Indigenous person, something sacred and personal, and reducing it to an aesthetic or a "feminine" trait feels like a slap in the face.

So when people see his hair and assume he’s queer or soft or feminine, and then they turn out to be right in any way, like yes, he could theoretically date a guy—it feels cheap. It feels like he’s handing them a win. Like he’s accidentally confirming the stereotype that gay men are feminine, that long hair equals queerness, and that his culture is just another quirky visual choice. It frustrates him endlessly, because he is a binary trans man. He is masculine. His gender is not up for debate, and neither is the reason he keeps his hair long. But the world insists on misunderstanding both. He hates that people collapse gender, sexuality, culture, and presentation into one judgmental glance. And even though their assumptions aren’t entirely wrong, they’re not right either. Not in the way they think they are. His identity is complex and sacred and deliberate. And being right about one part of it doesn’t make the rest of their shallow readings any less painful.

And FINALLY, just like with Loon, realizing he was polyamorous was a devastating moment for him. He was raised with intense messages about purity, and after his father found out about boys forcing themselves on him, he was beaten and labeled a “whore.” Because of that, Owynn struggles immensely with emotional openness. Showing affection makes him feel dirty, even in a monogamous relationship. So when he started developing feelings for someone else, his brain immediately spiraled into shame, painting him as dirty, greedy and promiscuous. Inmediatly hammering the idea that he's a "bad boyfriend who doesnt deserve the relationship he's in" way more. And he sort of spirals about it for a hot second before Loon tells him his own struggles with the exact same thing and they sort of calm eachother down.

Red: Amab nonbinary unlabeled and poly

IM FREE FROM OWYNN THANK YOU GOD Anyway, okay. Red. This guy is my oc sorry I have so much to say about him. She's real to me.

This guy is also having a horrible time with gender and has absolutely no clue how to cope with it. Unfortunately, I’m going to have to explain some lore here, because it’s actually relevant. Fly high, past me, you got far enough without explaining the Red Lore Rework™ but it’s time to get sent to super hell.

Red is a shadow. Straight up. But he has a body. This is because his brother (host????? past him??? something.) is the little sibling of the main villain. You know? Victoria? Sorry if you don’t know, I truly just make things up.

The point is, Victoria has a younger sibling (alumna con una flor), and she used her sibling as a lab rat to figure out how to make shadows corporeal when they don’t share a body with another person since that’s basically her entire goal. Her sibling, Betta (and yes, that’s a stupid name, leave her alone, she’s nonbinary) has a horrible time just existing. They live alone with Victoria, who is completely unhinged, and they try to drown that reality out by burying themselves in video games, especially Pokémon.

Just like Fred represents Freddy’s desire to be more masculine, Red represents Betta’s longing to be AMAB — to be seen as anything other than a girl, ever. That feeling of “being nonbinary would be easier if I were born a guy.” The quiet resentment of how people water down nonbinary identities to “woman lite.” Betta clung to the idea that it would just be easier if they had been assigned male. They played Pokémon nonstop and fixated on the character Red — wishing, obsessively, to be like him.

Red is not a natural shadow. He wasn’t formed organically and he didn’t even fully form. He was lab-made — a fragile construction of disjointed memories, yearning, and discarded feelings, not fully tethered to Betta. They look nothing alike. Red is literally modeled after Trainer Red, and represents all those AMAB-leaning desires. He is more “manly”, taller, broader shoulders, deep voice. He vaguely remembers being a girl, but now lives in a body that’s unmistakably male. And it feels completely wrong.

He isn’t a real person. He’s a manifestation of someone else’s past desires. He remembers being Betta. But he is profoundly angry about his existence and how alien his body feels. He’s too tall, too broad, too masculine ; it’s the opposite end of the same discomfort. Because true neutrality is impossible to achieve. He uses all pronouns and absolutely hates being perceived as any gender. He would prefer not to be perceived at all. Please do not look at him. Please do not assign him anything. Just leave it blank.

He tends to lean into more feminine things. Long skirts. Pretty little accessories. Anything that helps soften the feeling of dissonance, even a little. And it helps, just barely, but not enough.

She hates her body. She hates her voice. She tried growing her hair out in the hope that looking more feminine would help, but it didn’t. It fixed nothing. So now they try to disconnect completely from self-image. They avoid mirrors. They move through the world in first person and try not to think about what they look like. It works, until it doesn’t. The derealization and dysmorphia build up, and sometimes they look in the mirror and panic because the body looking back doesn’t feel real or correct. And then they spiral.

She hates her body. She hates her voice. She tried growing her hair out in the hope that looking more feminine would help, but it didn’t. It fixed nothing. So now they try to disconnect completely from self-image. They avoid mirrors. They don’t like seeing photos of themselves. They wear oversized clothes not to express anything but to disappear inside of them. They move through the world in first person and try not to think about what they look like. They dissociate so intensely from the idea of “having a body” that it’s almost like they don’t. But it only works until it doesn’t.

The derealization hits like a wave. Sometimes it starts small, looking in the mirror and seeing someone too tall, too angular, someone whose jaw is wrong and whose posture is unfamiliar. Sometimes it’s worse: sometimes they look in the mirror and feel like the reflection is someone else entirely. A character he was sickly fixated with staring back at her with wide eyes. Like their body has been swapped out when they weren’t paying attention. Like they’ve been skinned and sewn into someone else’s proportions.

And it’s not just mirrors. Sometimes it’s their voice. Sometimes it’s the weight of their arms. The breadth of their shoulders. A glimpse of their silhouette in a window. The feeling of movement when they walk. Their own footsteps sound too heavy. Sometimes it’s the crushing, inexplicable sense that they’re not real. Like they’re inhabiting a puppet. Like someone pressed “randomize” on a character creator and gave them a skin that glitches every time they try to look directly at it.

They’ll panic, sometimes quietly, sometimes not. They’ll shut down in the middle of a sentence. They’ll dig their nails into their palms or press their face against something cold just to anchor themself back into a sense of being real. They try to ground themself with textures, with sound, with the familiarity of someone else’s voice. But it doesn’t always work. And when it doesn’t, they’ll try to sleep it off. Like maybe when they wake up, their body will finally make sense. Like maybe the mirror will reflect someone they recognize.

So they stop thinking about it. They pretend not to notice the way their hips don’t move like they remember. They pretend the echo in their voice isn’t unfamiliar. They ignore how their skin feels too tight in some places and too loose in others. They dissociate because it is safer than confronting the idea that they are a failed experiment, that even when built to “look right,” they still ended up wrong.

They also hate that they can tell Owynn is subconsciously wary — maybe even scared — whenever Red “looks too much like a man.” It stings. And it’s not helped by the fact that Red is emotionally unstable, prone to yelling, and has a tendency to hit things when overwhelmed. They know it doesn’t help. They just don’t know how else to be.

Sexuality-wise, things are a lot less awful. Red does not feel the need to label attraction at all. They will like whoever they like, for whatever reason. It is not something they want to analyze or define. Who cares? Attraction is not a thesis. It just is.

And hilariously enough (or at least it's hilarious to me) THIS beautiful weird creature that eats ants for fun, was actually the one responsible for giving both Owynn and Loon the worst polyamory awakening of their lives. And Red, completely unbothered, just looked at them and said, “Polyamory is a thing.” Flat. Casual. No fanfare. As if it was the most obvious thing in the world. They genuinely don’t understand why that would be considered bad. They know it’s looked down upon, sure, but so is being queer. So is everything about their existence. That doesn’t mean it’s wrong.

Tony: AMAB cis guy and gay

This cat might have a billion issues, but sexuality isn’t one of them. B) He doesn’t really talk about it all that much, mostly because his boyfriend is still closeted to a lot of people, but Tony himself is completely confident in being fully gay, and he’s genuinely okay with it. He’s never questioned it. It’s one of the few things about himself that feels steady.

His parents would probably be fine with it too, if he ever told them. He hasn’t come out to them. Not out of fear of rejection, but more because he just doesn’t talk to his parents about anything at all. He's a secretive little guy.

Eak: AFAB trans guy and gay

He doesn’t pass all that well, and that’s okay. He’s not really trying to. He’s not fully out to most people anyway. He’s out to his close friend group (Tony, Leon, and Cami) and he’s out to his stepsisters (Chica and Robin) Beyond that, though he's sort of "closeted", or rather he's doing whatever he wants and not explaining himself to people that don't mean anything to him; so he doesn't care to correct or explain who he is to nobodies who he doesn't care about.

He tried to tell his mom, but it didn’t really end well. Not in a huge fight or being disowned or anything, just in that quiet, heavy way where she simply doesn’t get it at all. He really tried to tell her, tried to explain everything, and kept trying for a long time. They’d get into arguments about it, not ugly ones. She's just a tired person and confused and they all usually just end with her saying, “Yeah, yeah. Okay. Do whatever you want.” Eak and his mom are, and always have been, very close. He’s got younger siblings and a connected family, but his mom is his mom. She’s the one who dressed and fed him and helped him with everything she could while he was growing up. He’s been there to help her through rough moments too, probably more than he should’ve as a child. She was cheated on and left by her husband, eventually divorced, and it all hit her like a truck. It hurts to see her so depressed ever since. So of course he wants to hold out for her. Hold out for it to just click. But it doesn’t.

She’s an important piece of his life, and an important point of connection to his culture. They’re both very proud of their culture and heritage. She’s been the one to teach him dances, take him to places, and share so much with him. But the feminine parts of it—the ones she tries to keep him in—just aren’t him, even though she’s so important to him. To her, it often comes across as if he’s rejecting his culture. And dyeing his hair gray doesn’t help—she sees it as an Americanization of himself. (Looking more like a bald eagle than a golden eagle, because the animal sizes are different and his build fits the stereotypical bald eagle guy more than a golden one. ((Eak should stop calling himself an eagle if he doesn’t want me to make it important in this zoo of an AU.)))

So he gave up and just does whatever he wants, wears what he wants, and stopped trying to explain it, because “she just won’t ever get it.” He loves her to death, and she does love him too . it’s not that she doesn’t care, it’s that she’s confused; and he’s frustrated. He’s easily irritated and gets impatient about it, because to him, he’s just a guy, and “it really should be as simple as that.”

He’s grateful that his boyfriend is gay. It’s this huge, validating thing, being with someone who sees him as a guy, who wants him as a guy, who isn’t just making an exception or dancing around labels. That means everything to Eak. But it also makes something bitter bubble up sometimes. Because Tony is just... a guy. A big, well-formed guy. Broad shoulders, deep voice, tall. Confident without trying. And Eak envies the hell out of it. Not in a soft wistful way , more in a “I want to snap his neck a little bit” way. But nothing too serious. They have bigger issues as a couple anyway, trust.

He’s very sure he’s gay. He’s never questioned that, not even once. But it also makes things harder. Because people don’t see him as a guy, which means they see his relationship as straight. And that makes him feel sick sometimes. He hates that he can’t be visibly queer on his own terms. That his love, even when it’s real and mutual and right, is flattened out into something it isn’t. But whatever he's just gonna have to toughen up and stop thinking about what others think.

Cami: AFAB nonbinary, aromantic and bisexual

Cami is nonbinary, but very feminine—elegant and soft in a way that feels intentional, deliberate. Flowing like those Roman marble statues of women in togas: it’s a representation of a woman, but it’s stone. Solid. Untouchable. More like a representation of artistic femininity rather than an actual woman, a reflection without needing to match the image behind it.

She really likes the aromantic label. Fully, clearly, no half-measures. The word fits like something she didn’t know she needed. Friendship has always meant the world to her. Despite the ups and downs that came with knowing ther friends for so long, those friendships are her lifeline. Her roots.

It was hard for her to realize she was aromantic at first, because she never felt strongly about the idea of someone being romantically attracted to her. She never thought much about romantic attraction at all. She’s always seen herself as an outsider to everything—every norm, every expected emotion, every behavior. So why would this “universal feeling” of romantic love be any different? Of course it didn’t click. Of course it didn’t settle right.

Her attitude was always a kind of shrug: “I don’t mind doing this stuff. I can. I just don’t feel any real sort of way about it.” There’s a blankness there, an absence—but not in a hollow way. It’s not sad. It’s just… not there. Still, sharing that emptiness with someone else, finding connection in the quiet and the lack, that does make her feel good. Nice weird queer platonic romantic feeling…

She wishes platonic gestures carried more weight for people. Wishes the world didn’t reserve so many soft, tender things for romance only. Why does a kiss have to mean love? Why can’t it just mean care? Why can’t you hold hands and sleep in the same bed and say “I love you” without being shoved into a box for it? Cami fnafhs says: kiss your friends now.

As for her bisexuality, she understands attraction—she feels it. But like Freddy, she feels conflicted and ashamed about being aromantic and allosexual at the same time. There’s something about it that makes her feel impure. Wrong. Dirty. And that guilt is rooted deep, also influenced by the Christian beliefs she was raised with. Men and women are supposed to do things only when they’re married. Anything sexual is supposed to be a reflection of true love, holy, pure and meaningful. Lust is a sin. And Cami feels no love, only want. Only body. Only sin. That imbalance makes her feel twisted and broken, like something inside her is rotten.

But at least freddy gets it! and it's nice to not be alone :)

Leon: AMAB bigender and pansexual

This guy. Is actually so stupid and annoying and bad. Her journey through gender was not any soul searching or an inherent feeling of being wrong. He kinda was just vaguely jealous of Eak.

LOL this stupid snake learned about transness with Eak, went "oh unfair that's really cool!!! I wanna be cool too that's really unique!!!" and started using she pronouns just for that reason. And then after a while she went "hold on............. This has some kick to it." and only THEN actually started thinking about labels and understanding himself and whatever it's actually so stupid and very funny to me.

Anyways they don't mind being seen as masculine or feminine, they don't have that much dysphoria but they do have a lot of EUPHORIA when people switch up pronouns or when he tries on different clothes with different gender expressions. She's vibing. Very loudly out to people because he's like that, but he hasn't told his parents (mostly because they're NEVER there and when they ARE they just treat him like a poor martyr instead than like a kid with thoughts and a life besides being deaf)

Sexuality wise they never cared about gender and mostly just longed for a fairytail romance!! very cheesy and very sappy!!! since gender was irrelevant and not a big part of any daydream of romance she decided that pansexual fit pretty well.

Spring: AMAB, bigender and unlabeled.

Spring. My sweet child. My beautiful creature. I love you. I’m so sorry for sticking you in hell my bad

Spring has really bad self-esteem. He tries not to show it, and tries even harder not to think about it—because he owes it to his parents to be happy. Because he feels like a walking cliché. Scarred people don’t have to be insecure. Burn survivors don’t have to be insecure. There are millions of videos and posts and speeches by people who have found peace, who have learned to love themselves despite whatever their body carries—no matter how large, no matter how visible. They all seem to rise above it, to wear their survival like armor. And all of them feel like they’re better than him for it.

So feeling bad about it feels cheap. It feels selfish. Unjustified. Like she should have learned to live with her face by now. Like he should be over it. She should be grateful—grateful just to be alive, to be moving forward, to still have breath. But she can’t seem to live at peace with her body. Not really. Not yet.

Her face looks a lot like her father’s. A man who died too young, who had a son too soon. It's like a ghostly distortion of his image. A perversion. A reminder of everything he’s lost and everything he’ll never have again. He carries it around like a brand. Like a mask that doesn’t fit.

No matter how many times he or others say he’s more than his scars, the world still stares. Still wonders. Still flinches. They theorize, pity, compliment too loudly, or just fall silent. His scars always enter the room before he does. And then—on top of all that—he wants to be more of a freak. Dress stranger. Look weirder. Be a man, but also not. Be something else entirely.

He’s already broad, already tall, already carrying his father’s heavy features across his face. Trying to reach for femininity in the middle of all that feels like a joke at best—and an insult at worst.

He is not cute.

So much of his gender identity circles around that one, painfully simple phrase. She is not cute. He doesn’t want to be a woman. He doesn’t want to be a man, either. But there’s a raw, shameful ache to just be cute. Just a little. Just once. To be something soft and small and kind to look at.

But that word—cute—feels miles away. To be associated with femininity is to be associated with beauty, with gentleness. And he’s not that. No matter how many times people insist he’s not ugly, no matter how kindly they speak, he’s still half-blind, half-deaf, visibly scarred. And he hates it. Hates how he hates it. Hates that he can’t just shut up and get over it, because he doesn’t have time to cry when he’s got bills due and two kids to feed and jobs to work.

He didn’t get time to think about gender or sexuality until everything crashed into him like a truck—when he was 24 and had his first crush on a coworker. He’d never had the space before. No time, no energy to spend on silly things like labels or romance. He had more important things to worry about. He still does.

Because he’s the oldest. He’s the responsible one. The one who holds everything together with shaking hands.

And once he realized he liked men, he was horrified—not because of internalized homophobia. No, he’s not afraid of being queer. His siblings are queer, loud and proud, and it’s not like he has any parents left to disappoint. But the idea that anyone could be attracted to him feels like a cruel joke. Romance doesn’t excite her—it depresses her. The very thought of someone seeing her as desirable just makes her want to curl in on herself.

It’d already be hard enough if she were straight. But being queer on top of everything else makes her feel like some kind of sideshow. Some freakish creature to be pitied or marveled at. It’s easier not to think about it. What good would come of it, anyway? It's not like anyone would love this face.

And that thought—that deep, festering self-loathing—is what led her into the gender stuff.

She hated her face, yes, but it wasn’t just about that. It was the ache underneath—the desperate, wordless craving to be something small. To be soft. To be pretty. To be her—even just a little. And that cracked her open.

She figured out the label and the pronouns really quickly, thanks to Deuz. And the second it clicked into place, it also made her feel like shit. Because she can’t afford this. She can’t afford to be thinking about gender right now. She’s 24. She’s an adult. An adult who works too much and sleeps too little and whose parents died at 26. She’s almost outlived them. And what does she have to show for it? A grown man, dressing up like something he’s not, wearing the face he stole from a dead man. It’s humiliating.

She’ll come around eventually. She’ll find her peace. But right now, she’s overwhelmed. She’s ashamed. She’s exhausted. She’s juggling too much and holding it all rough overworked hands. but just give her like a second to breath he's doing his best

and at last: My horrible beloathed cishets

"Why are they even here?" I hear you. But I want to talk about them. They're gender nonconforming and they deserve a little U_U.

These two are Vincent (cis guy) and Robin (cis girl).

Vincent is Owynn’s older brother. He grew up under the same cruel man, the same suffocating rules. He’s deeply depressed and strange in the kind of way that doesn’t make sense to most people, but this isn't really about that. He’s Indigenous, and when he was little, he had long hair. Their mother loved it. But their father hated it. He chopped it off without asking. Every time it started to grow, it would be cut again. Because Vincent was a boy. Because boys should look like boys. Because looking beautiful, looking soft, was dangerous. His father didn’t care about where the hair came from or what it meant. Vincent inherited something ancient, something sacred, and it was taken from him like it was nothing.

He grieved that hair. He mourned it with a quiet pain that never left. He felt unreal without it, like he was living outside of his own body. It made him sad for most of his life, and for a long time he didn’t even realize why. On some level, he knew it had to do with his beliefs, with his ancestry, with the way Indigenous boys are forced to mold themselves into someone else's idea of masculinity. But eventually, another layer unraveled. He realized that he didn’t just grieve his culture. He grieved the softness. He grieved the femininity. He wanted to wear skirts. He wanted to feel cute. He wanted to be seen in a way that was tender and lovely and a little bit shiny. He wanted rings and earrings and delicate fabrics, things that glittered or flowed. And he hated himself for it.

Because that would mean the hair had made him feminine. That he wasn’t normal. That there was something deeply wrong. So he buried it. Deep.

And then there's Robin.

Robin is Chica’s older sister. She was always the weird one, the kid no one could quite place. She hated her body in a way that wasn’t easy to explain. Not the way people say in passing. She hated her chest. She hated her voice. She hated the way her hair fell around her shoulders and made her feel like a doll someone else had dressed. She hated how her clothes stuck to her, how her chest bounced when she ran, how people looked at her without asking. She hated the way she existed.

She was quiet about it, mostly. She created whole worlds with her art. She designed clothing like armor, pieces that wrapped around faceless figures that she wished she could become. She disappeared into that work. That was how she survived. She had one friend, for a while, but it fell apart in a bitter and sad way. (And they’re coworkers now LOL.)

She wanted to look masculine. Not to be a boy, not really. She didn’t want to be not a girl. She wanted to be a girl in her own way. One she could live with. One that didn’t hurt. One that didn’t feel like being flayed alive every time she caught her reflection. She wanted to get rid of her chest. She wanted to flatten her curves. She wanted silence where her body screamed.

She told her mother about it, more than once. That she hated how she looked. That she just wanted out. That she wanted to feel normal. And her mother told her she loved her. No matter what. That she would always be her child. That it was okay to feel how she felt.

So Robin tried to believe that. She poured herself into her designs, into the details, into the textures. She stopped thinking about herself. But eventually, the passion that once protected her started to feel like a prison. It became another thing that demanded too much of her. She burnt out. Her joy vanished. And suddenly, she was alone with the ache she had always tried to escape.

She got top surgery. It saved her life. It made her feel like she could breathe for the first time in years. She called her mom, excited, wanting to share the joy. And her mother, gently, asked if she was still her daughter. Asked if she was her son now, or if she liked girls, or if she had anything she might want to tell her in general. Because no matter what she would love her.

And that’s what broke her heart. Because it meant that her mother hadn’t really understood her. Not truly. It meant all those times she had explained it wasn’t about gender, all those hours she spent trying to put it into words, didn’t land. Her mother still saw it as queerness. Still saw it as identity. As transition. As something that could be named.

She is jealous of Chica. Jealous of Eak for being able to put any of their stuff into words and not just having some unexplainable bug in their head that no one else seemed to have. She feels like a glitch, like a girl who got corrupted somewhere along the way and can’t be patched. Something broken that no one has a word for.

Robin didn’t want a new label. She wanted to be left alone in her girlhood. She wanted to be a girl, just not the kind people expected. She didn’t want to be othered. She didn’t want to have to be trans or nonbinary or gay to explain or justify the way she felt.

She wanted it to be okay that she was just a girl.

But no one gets it. She knows that now. And so she lives. She lets her facial hair grow. She wears what she wants. She doesn’t apologize for it. She doesn’t soften herself for others anymore. But she still longs, sometimes, to be understood. To be seen without someone trying to solve her.

Vincent is the only one she lets see her without any armor on. And he’s the same way. He only dresses how he likes when they’re alone. The world is too loud otherwise.

They met at some awful college party. They were both drunk. They were both heavy with all the thoughts they weren’t allowed to say. And then, somehow, the wall cracked.

"I wish I had your long hair." "I wish I could cut mine short like yours." "I want your clothes." "Me too." "I wish I had your chest." "I wish I could give it to you." "I'm still a man." "And I'm still a woman."

And that was it. They got instantly attached and became a pair of codependent freaks. It was a relief. It was finally someone who got it. No disclaimers. No corrections. Just that rare kind of knowing that makes the world less unbearable.

Robin still wishes she was queer sometimes. Just so she could explain herself. So she could belong. But she’s not. And she’s made her peace with that, too.

But sometimes, she thinks about love. And it hurts. Because she doesn't believe there's a place for her in it. She doesn’t think she can be someone’s girlfriend. She can’t be someone’s wife. Men want softness, womanhood in the traditional sense. Queer men sometimes treat her like an outlier, not quite a girl, not quite not. And straight men just see her as wrong. She feels like she doesn't belong anywhere. And she's tired of fighting that.

She watches Vincent sometimes and feels a sharp, wordless ache. Not envy, not quite. But something close. A longing to be wanted like that. A longing to fit.

Vincent, on the other hand, thought he had love already figured out. He has a girlfriend he loves. He hadn't really told her about his liking of dresses or anything of the sort yet, still feeling a bit too raw and embarrassed about it. But he loved her, and she did too. Then he got hit by ten million bricks and the bricks are called his fuckass coworker.

Spring was supposed to be just a friend. But Vincent started to find him beautiful. He started to like him? He had the peace of mind that crushes don't really mean anything inherently harmful if you don't act upon them. He had that talk with Leti a while ago, where she was scared that finding actors or anyone else attractive would be unfaithful (mostly based on how her ex was insane), and he assured her he didn't see it that way. People can be attractive, people can be beautiful. It's not a sin to notice it or to even have harmless fantasies about it as long as everyone talks about it like an adult.

He didn't inherently feel bad about the crush itself. If it had been anyone else it would be pretty harmless. But it made him feel sick. He felt like the biggest asshole possible for even thinking that. Because Spring was a pretty guy. He was a good friend and they had gotten close as friends. But he liked him. And if he liked him that way, then everyone had always been right about him. All the headaches and aches of trying not to resent being labeled something he was sure he wasn't were coming back to stick to his skin like needles. His father was always right about him. Everyone was.

When Spring came out with her gender stuff, he also tried to be honest and come clean about having "a stupid crush" on both Vincent and Leti, and apologized thoroughly for thinking that way about a happy couple he had no business bothering. Vincent also was honest, and he came apart. He tried to explain, poorly, how his head was a mess and that he also sort of felt that way (not in a way he could reciprocate) but that he was frankly feeling horrible. That he was also having a horrible time with this entire sexuality stuff and that he was as lost as Spring.

They decided to be adults, call Leti on the phone, and try to talk about what the hell was happening. Only to find out that she also had been having a weird "unattainable" crush on Spring that made her feel all dirty and gross like a cheater. They talked. All of them sort of struggled with labeling stuff happening to them, and came to the conclusion that labels are tools. They're only useful if they make you feel safe. If he didn’t feel queer, that was okay. She wasn’t offended by being seen as something other than a man. Because she isn’t one. Just like some nonbinary people say, “no matter who likes me, it's inherently gay.” Spring figured it worked the other way too. You can be straight even if you like me, because I am something different than your own gender. You can hold on to the piece of mind that keeps you upright.

It actually brings Spring some weird peace of mind, that two people of opposite binary genders could see her as "an other" and "an opposite" gender-wise. It helped her feel a little less awful about gender.

But yeah they’re weird. They’re messy. They don’t always make sense. But they fit.

I can’t believe Vincent gets two whole girlfriends but Robin gets sent to mega hell. I'm sorry girl. I hope you get to date someone soon. Why do you look like you want to strangle him. Robin don’t do it. That’s your best friend. Robin oh god she can’t hear me she has airpods.

AND THATS IT!!!!!! THANKS FOR READING AND SO SORRY FOR SUBMITTING YOU TO ALL OF THAT. LIKE AND SUBSCRIBE FOR ME TO LOSE MY MIND AGAIN

[fantastic-mr-corvid]

I'm sorry for who im going to be when steel ball run starts airing but not because im going to be spamming and gushing but because im going to be annoying and criticizing it<3 i dont care that its the jjba fandoms darling part, anything good that happens to it should have happened to my girl stone ocean [<- my pretty reason to dislike it] and also we cannot be having a character arc that ableist being uncritically praised in the year 2025 especially when its the main fucking characters [<- my dead serious reason to dislike it]

I do actually like johnny as a character [disabled characters who are depressed murderous arseholes my beloveds] and many other parts of steel ball run but that requires me to ignore large swathes of his character arc and writing and DavidPro are nothing if not faithful to the manga for better or in this case for worse. If I wasn't expecting the reaction to the anime to widely be so highly and yet uncritically acclaimed like it is for the manga i wouldn't be planning on criticizing it so harshly for its flaws because ignoring how it treats Johnnys disability i do enjoy the story, but i do think there needs to be some critisisum in amongst the acclaim and i do love being a hater<3

[leahthedreamer]

Netflix officially cancelled Shadow and Bone this is the greatest cancellation news I’ve ever heard I’m hysterically laughing.

[cowboy-robooty]

i cant do this anymore. i started going on twitter to read collin and bilatinman kios posts because i admire them. but omfg i dont even scroll the dashboard yet every time i get a glance at it it is the most repugnant, foul thing i have ever come across. Twitter is trying to make me hate white people and i wont let them win #mayofever for life papas burgeria condiment ninja style

[desceros]

i know you don't do as much Reading fic as you do Writing, but have you maybe heard of And They Were Lab Partners by buthowboutno? it's a longer one (i think... 37 chapters?) and it's not yet finished but it's so. oh my god. ADHD reader and, of course, autistic Donnie doing a whole lotta nerdy stuff and a whole lotta pining. every time i think about it, i feel the need to go lay down

they have other works too (all with Mr. Science, i believe) and they're all so good and get me gnawing at the walls of my enclosure

oh yes, i am actually actively reading that right now. blake is Incredible. i love their donnie soooo much. chin hands a lot. i can Not recommend their works enough. actually if you follow me and havent read their stuff, Why Are You Still Reading This Ask, Go Now

[buckys-arm-and-rios-dagger]

IT'S ABOUT DAMN TIME

[kindasleepycryptid]

I.... have mixed feelings about the movie

Were the romance scenes great and the added content good? Yes. Is it absolutely groundbreaking to have this type of romcom movie be about a gay couple? Absolutely!

But erasing basically every storyline that explored abuse of power, drug addiction, grief, polyamory... idk man

I'll also add that everything about queer women and their identity was cut

[cloudbends]

Shoushimin translation is finally fully out.... And all I can say is...... What the fuck........... It was so good........

[psychosodomy]

also re:communicating via lingua franca with imperialist histories. First, im speaking from the anglofone imperial core as a native english speaker. And also as the heritage speaker of an indigenous language with 40 million speakers. I have known too many westerners wave around learning “local” languages like some kind of saintly virtue….🙁 i dont wanna talk to anglofone faranjii in my mother tongue…i wood rather u heyhowyadoin’ me. And this is regardless of race (tho generally white ppl have very little sense and do assume the most ignorance abt their position); i gauge this from the way u behave and position yourself towards people and their language. Bc there r too many ppl who learn local languages and almost do it the way that missionaries, invaders, or ogling anthropologists would. Lol. I cant explain the vibe but tokenism comes to mind? if youre a native english speaker especially in the anglofone imperial core, your position to learning n speaking other languages is already fraught, you really have no high horse to stand on abt imperial languages whether you like it or not.

[mrrainys]

and if I say these two were the true academic rivals imagine the garrison flashbacks and insanity of this duo

the jaith potential just from this one scene???? somebody hold me

[etherealsturns]

how about a rock on my finger?

a part of you remembers a time when chris told his brothers— nate included,— and their whole platform that he would simply not cry during his wedding, and that he didn’t understand the hype in general.

but now, standing face to face with that same man, it’s seems he was a total liar.

you look at him in awe as the lights twinkled around you two, family and friends surrounding the floor that the two of you stood on. iris by the goo goo dolls hummed through the speakers in varying spots around the room— successfully submersing you in the moment.

your arms were hooked around his neck while his hands rested gently on your waist, but he still somehow managed to make you feel like you’d never be let go despite his soft mannerism.

swaying in unison as everyone’s attention was focused solely on you guys, you watch chris’ eyes fill with love and devotion. his suit jacket was long forgotten— laying on the backrest of his chair, which left him in his half-unbuttoned button up and black tie. you saw the way his eyes periodically shifted to your white dress, flowing gracefully across the floor.

“im so in love with you…” you hear him whisper faintly in your ear. what you’re not certain if you heard, however, was the tiny sniffle that came with it.

you maneuver your head to catch the small glint on his cheek, rolling like a delicate raindrop. the corners of your lips twist into a smile— but not in the teasing way, in the most purest, tender, intimate way.

“you big baby,” you coo, your own eyes filling with tears of love. he smiles back, rubbing your lower back with his hands.

“if i had all this to do over again… i’d find my way back to you, over and over baby, i promise.” he professed, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead.

a small pout of warmth spread on your face, causing you to bury your face in the crook of his neck. his hand came up to rest on the back of your head, caressing it gently.

“im just so happy its you.” the whisper came out of your mouth as you lifted your head once more, reaching a hand up to brush a salty tear that tried to escape from his cheek. you shook the dot of runny sodium off your finger before placing a gentle kiss where the tear previously stood.

you swayed slowly as the world seemingly condensed down to just the two of them, but that’s all that mattered anyway.

a/n — work song started playing while writing this and now im lowk crying? anywho ! is this ass? idk

[bighitfics]

recent jungkook fanfics that you should read for your own sanity.

(a recommendation for all the girlies who miss him like crazy!)

one rule by @/jasminefanfics on youtube

— dark romance, mean and morally ambiguous jungkook, hostage au, enemies to lovers, smut, love triangle (but it’s just a deranged schizophrenic being the ‘bone in a kebab’ for the gorgeous couple)

— this is ART. this is true unleashed YEARNING. dark ROMANCE done right, literally the perfect read for winter! this is my absolute fav read of this year 🫦

bonded by @borathae

— werewolves au, forced marriage au, childhood besties to lovers, angst, romance, smut.

— will this queen ever stop producing art after art? she’s not capable of doing that, god this was such a good read, I’m still not over this, THIS IS MY SHEYLA FR! (iyykyk) they’re everything to me gawd 🥺

mon révé by @sweetcarrotsandroses97

— archdeacon jungkook, forbidden love, age gap, romani character reader, dark romance.

— I’ve never read something so beautifully, perfectly executed, every scene she wrote is plastered into my brain, the amount of times i think about this fic is not normal, I’m desperately awaiting the new chapters 😔✋🏼

the love prognosis by @awrkive

— friends to lovers (the og), medical au, unrequited love, roommates trope.

— nobody gets them like I do fr! my precious ship! 🥺😻🤲🏼 i loved how down bad he was for her from the beginning, we love a man who worships the ground his woman walks on LIKE AHHHH the author executed the one sided pining from jungkook so well! THE ANGST IS DELICIOUS IN THIS.

christmas & chill series by @girlygguk & @lovieku

— special xmas edition, jungkook and reader.

— the way I’m about to eat this up. u guys aren’t ready for the obnoxious amount of times I’m gonna be crying ab this whole series on my blog, oh lord have mercy on me, this is so brilliant oh how i wanna kiss their hands for this, SUCH DIVAS BOTH OF THEM 🫦

infrunami by @kooktrash

— friends to lovers, mutual pinning, smut, angst.

— boom shakalaka yes gawd! after I completed reading this fic, i took a moment to myself, clapped and took a lap around my bedroom, then I also did a 7 min standing ovation, this deserves more hype ngl.

burning hour by @jungqkook

— established relationship, smut, exhibitionism.

— the amount of times i’ve re read this is embarrassing but it is that LEVEL of good, oh god when is it my turn to experience something like this?

catch twenty-two by @miraclemaven on wattpad

— forbidden romance, age gap, smut, older reader & younger jungkook, angst.

— im so hooked into this story, even though i haven’t started reading properly, this is a promising one, with really good writing.

chained up by @jikookie17

— obsessed addicted jungkook (my jam), smut, angst, fluff.

— reading this made me feel like im watching a melodramatic story of two idiots who literally can’t live without each other, its a cute lighthearted read, 100% recommend!

THE END OF TODAY’S LIST.

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⠀⠀ hope the girlies like it ⋆. 𐙚 ˚

[criminalamnesia]

Hiii!! I hope you're doing well :))

I just loveee the traitor series. Do you plan on making a part 5 or more?

thank you! here’s part five :)

the other parts can be found in my COD masterlist, which is here

ALL PARTS CAN BE FOUND HERE

I’ll proofread later :))

you stormed out of the gym, eyesight blurry from hot tears. you weren’t crying because you were sad— no. you were furious. furious at how simon was so fucking stubborn. at how he thought he was in the right.

droplets of blood marked your footsteps as you made your way back to the infirmary. you weren’t particularly anxious to be yelled at by the doctor, but getting it over with as soon as possible was ideal.

“bonnie, y’alrigh’?”

soap. you hadn’t even seen him, so lost in your thoughts. you blinked away tears and ignored the scot, continuing to make your way down the hall in silence.

the sound of hurried footsteps was unmistakable behind you. soap wasn’t taking silence for an answer, apparently.

“bonnie, please—” he began, the drawl of his voice catapulting your mind to the past. to better days.

days when soap had patched you up after a fight, his fingers nimble as he stitched up a cut in your thigh.

“s’it hurt?” he spoke, voice gravelly because of his hushed tone.

you shook your head. your head was tilted back, eyes staring up at the ceiling but not truly seeing. you were worried sick— you and soap were the only ones who’d made it to the safe house so far. the others should’ve beaten you there, and now they were over an hour late.

“bonnie, ‘m sure they’re alrigh’,” he told you, poking the needle through skin. you barely felt it, too hyped up on fear and adrenaline.

“they should’ve beaten us here, y’know that—” you began, but he tutted, quickly cutting you off.

“cannae think like tha’, bonnie. they’ll be here any second, aye?”

he stops his stitching, his face tilting up and away from your leg. you faintly register the feeling of his eyes on you.

you felt lost— floating in sea of numbness. your mind is mulling over the millions of possibilities— possibilities in which they never return.

you’d never felt this way before, and the five of you had endured far worse.

the only thing that was different this time was the fact that you and simon were together. you’d never explicitly told the rest of the task force, but they knew.

johnny knew why you were so worked up. he understood.

he reaches a hand up, his dirtied fingers lightly tilting your chin down so you’re face to face.

“y’there?” he asks, his hand dropping from your chin. he moves to squeeze one of your hands, pulling you back down to the ground.

you give a small nod, fingers moving to intertwine with his. he smiles— not his usual playful expression, but a true, grateful, relieved smile.

“im here,” you tell him. he releases your hand, pulling away from your skin, giving your hand a light pat before fully retreating.

“‘m almost finished, yeah? then I’ll go lookin’—”

“no need.”

it’s kyle, breathing heavily as he shuffles into the room. price and ghost are right on his heels, the three men making the room feel much smaller than it did a moment ago.

“you two good?” kyle asks, a small frown on his lips as he takes note of your bloodied leg.

you nod, your eyes flitting from gaz, to price, to simon— who is now moving towards you. he crouches down so he’s eye level with you. you meet his gaze, and although he doesn’t say it, you know what he’s thinking.

he’s relieved, and it’s a deeper relief than usual. it’s heavier, more profound, because he’s started to let you in. you’re more than teammates now, and it doesn’t truly hit ghost until this moment.

“im good,” you tell him quietly. he nods, glances down at where johnny is tying off your stitches.

johnny must notice ghost’s stare, because he breaks his focus and looks up at his lieutenant with a cheeky smirk.

“no worries, LT. made sure to do ma best work,” he grins and shoots the other man a wink, to which ghost grunts, unamused.

the heavy weight of a palm on your shoulder breaks you from the memory. you move without thinking, bloodied fist swinging as you whirl around to attack whoever laid a hand on you.

then you remember— soap.

johnny narrowly dodges your assault, his eyes widened as your fist barely clips him.

“steamin’ jesus!” he speaks, throwing his hands up in surrender and taking a step back from you.

“i was jus’ tryin’ to make sure ya were alrigh’! yer bleedin’, bonnie.”

you blink as you slowly escape your stupor. you’d completely lost yourself in the memory, and you didn’t know why.

probably because your brain was trying to comfort itself the only way it knew how— by seeking comfort from the people closest to you.

old habits, right?

old fucking habits.

“don’t touch me,” you seethe, eyes narrowing as you glare at the scot. he frowns, bites his lip, but doesn’t say anything.

like a kicked puppy. you can’t help but feel sympathetic before you wrestle that feeling back down. he wasn’t sympathetic for you— why should you be for him?

you look at him for a moment longer, taking in his appearance. he looks fine, and that angers you just the slightest bit more.

“look, i— i ken we really messed up, and sorry cannae fix tha’, but please, bonnie. a’least let us try—”

“I don’t owe you anything, mactavish.” you told him, gaze cold as you met his eyes. “and you’re right, sorry can’t fix it. nothing can fix it; so, stop trying.” you step forward, raising a hand as you point a finger into his chest.

“the four of you need to leave me the fuck alone. frankly, I couldn’t care less about how the four of you feel. about how he feels. you did what you did, believed what you believed, and now you have to live with that.”

johnny’s frown deepens as his eyes glance down at the finger you’ve got digging into his sternum.

“you deserve to feel like shit,” you tell him. “and anything you feel— how sorry you are— just know that I suffered a hundred times more in that chair, locked up in that room. so the next time you wanna watch me from outside the infirmary, or you wanna put your fucking hands on me,” your jaw is clenched, fire licking at your veins as you speak to him.

“remember what you did. remember that nothing can fix it. remember that you’re dead to me— all of you are— and that I never would’ve let that happen to any of you.”

“and I hope it hurts like hell, mactavish. I hope it eats you alive, and that you never find peace because you don’t deserve it.”

you drop your hand, your eyes still on his.

“and I hope you tell the rest of them I said that. especially him.”

you turn then, take a steadying breath, and keep walking.

soap watches you go without another word.

“that was stupid,” the doctor chastises you, her lips pressed into a thin line as she examines your knuckles.

“you blatantly went against my one rule for you. I shouldn’t have even let you out of bed, but you’re too damn stubborn! so I thought I’d give you some grace, but there you go— leaving my iv pole in the hall. bloodying your knuckles. I should let one of the newbies patch you up,” she grumbles, her gloved hands cool against your skin.

over the time you’d spent in the infirmary, you and the doctor had formed an odd bond. it was almost as if you were friends, but she always kept things strictly professional.

but you’d catch her giving you sad glances sometimes. you knew she was upset for you, angry for you, but she would never speak on it. that was okay with you.

it was enough to know that someone was on your side.

“sorry, doc. it’s not like it was planned,” you tell her, and her eyes flick up to meet yours. the look on your face told her everything she needed to know.

she didn’t push the topic. instead, she finished patching you up in silence. wrapping your knuckles in bandages, she gave them one last once-over before sending you on your way.

“kicking me out?” you asked her, raising your eyebrows.

she nodded, her eyes scanning the chart in her hands.

“if you’re okay enough to throw a punch, i think you’re okay enough to return to your quarters. unless you want to stay,” she says, and its unspoken, but you know what she’s implying.

unless you want to stay behind that door, guarded from the 141. unless you don’t want to go back to your quarters and see it as you’d left it before they’d tied you up.

unless it would be too painful to leave.

you shook your head. “im good. thank you, doc. really.”

the doctor gave a small smile and nodded. “of course. you’re due back in a week for a check up, alright? I need to check on those bruises and mending bones.”

you nod and give her a smile that doesn’t reach your eyes. “wouldn’t miss it.”

she bids you goodbye before turning and disappearing behind a white curtain. you inhale deeply before heading for the door.

when you step into the hallway, it’s quiet. you pass through base with relative ease, quickly slipping past anyone you come across in the halls.

you don’t see any of the 141, and you’re grateful. you couldn’t handle another interaction with them today— and you didn’t know how much longer you could remain civil.

once you reached your door, you pushed into the dusty darkness of the room. it’d been a while since you’d been in here, and although you were glad to finally be free of the smell and sounds of the infirmary, you weren’t particularly happy to be back in this room.

this room, which was down the hall from the rest of the 141.

this room, which held memorabilia of your time with your team.

this room, which you swore still smelled like simon.

you grit your teeth, willing yourself to stop thinking about him. he was fucking everywhere, and you were starting to believe you’d never be free of him and the 141.

your memories. your pain. your scars. no matter how much you healed and moved on from what happened, it would always be there in the back of your mind. it would sneak up on you when you least expected it; it would haunt your dreams at night.

it would leave you waking up screaming for mercy.

it would keep you untrusting for the years to come.

you flicked on the light and scanned the room. it had been upended, clothes strewn across the floor and picture frames shattered.

in the midst of it all, a vase of long dead flowers sits atop your desk.

there’s a little note hanging off the vase. against your better judgement, you reach for it. the paper feels scratchy against your fingers, and the scribbled pencil inside seems the tiniest bit faded.

your eyes scan the note.

‘You were right.

Hope you can understand.’

— sr

you pick up the vase and throw it against the wall. glass shatters. dead flowers fall to the floor.

your knees give out and you crumple to the floor, sitting amidst reminders of once was.

you let yourself cry for the first time in a while.

[navydoves]

LADs Men as Rockstars 🎸

In another world, your love interest is renowned in the rockstar scene.

✎ᝰ a/n: i want to write individual rockstar stories for the LIs but im not sure who. each LI will have their guitar type next to their name for you guys to search up! but i don’t know rock/band terminology tho, bare with me.

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Xavier — Star Guitar

❥ xavier in a rock band is dangerous. he looks very gentle and soft, sometimes making the crowd think that his bunny-face is out of place in dark make-up and punk-esque clothing. but they couldn’t be more wrong, xavier was right where he needed to be. xavier found great pleasure in being up on the stage because for once he was choosing what to do with his life, and he wasn’t holding back.

❥ defying his normal tender voice when talking to crowds, he growls on stage. not just a little growl here and there, he fully growls into the mic when he gets passionate enough. the amount of energy he has onstage is second to none, there’s a reason why he’s the head of the band. the noise startles people a little bit once they realize it’s coming from xavier, but it’s a sound that fuels the crowd’s passion.

❥ on stage, his shaggy hair always gets in his face while he’s moving around and shaking his head, especially when sweat coats him and those silver strands get stuck to his forehead. this look is appreciated by fan photographers because it makes for sexy shots of his piercing blue eyes peeking out between his hair. he’s like a wolf in bunny clothing and that gruffness only comes out on stage.

❥ he also humps his guitar bad. xavier is one of those performers that gets a little aroused and eager while on stage, especially when he shreds his guitar. something about the ripping of the cords, the pain of the strings on his fingers, the melody in his veins, and the bass of the song thumping in his chest—god he can’t help himself. he humps his guitar as he plays, tiling his head back and groaning softly. the fans eat it up every. single. time. talk about sex appeal.

❥ xavier only ever uses one guitar and one guitar only. it’s a sleek blue one with yellow and white accents on its sides and face with one singular yellow star tassel attached to the headstock. he calls his guitar the star of the show and a has severe emotional attachment to it. he tunes it regularly and has an upkeep routine for it so he can ensure it’s ready to preform at its fullest for his lovely crowds.

❥ off the stage, xavier is rather shy. it’s almost crazy how different his two different personalities are. he never declines autographs or selfies with fans, but also shows no favoritism to any of them. he’s soft spoken and giggles softly into the mic whenever he asks the audience how his band did. and when the overwhelming majority screams in approval he blushes and smiles to himself.

“thank you all for coming, i do everything for you.”

Rafayel — Z-body Guitar

❥ rafayel is the absolute loudest on stage, but he also has the prettiest vocals. while he does let out a growl here and there, he sticks to singing and adlibs. unbeknownst to many, though, rafayel can hit incredibly deep bass notes making his range insane. he lives for the attention on stage, so showing off his vocal skills is a given at any show.

❥ rafayel is also a very big hype man. crowd too quiet? he’ll scold them and hype them up with just a few chants. he refuses to play for crowds that don’t sing along or make sufficient noise. why are you even here if you aren’t gonna truly enjoy what his band has to offer? his enthusiasm is what made him famous in the rock world, that and his incredible multifaceted skills.

❥ rafayel fucks with every instrument. drums, keys, the microphone. he only prefers the guitar because he finds it the easiest to play, making it the instrument that needs the least attention from him. he prefers his attention to be on his cuties.

❥ rafayel calls all his fans cuties. theres no discrimination with rafayel, he’ll give fan service to any fan boy or girl if they ask nice enough. blow a kiss? he’ll blow hundreds. stray loc of his hair? he’ll see if any loose strands fall out. titty grab? one squish for you. he’s a man for the people!

❥ rafayel also likes wearing revealing outfits onstage. sure, he’s not going full cock and balls out, but sometimes it’s damn near. he’ll wear slits on his upper thighs and opt for crop tops instead of wife-lovers. he’s also a fan of tight leather because he thinks it shows off his body. sometimes that isn’t necessary though, ‘cause he’ll end up half naked by the end of the show anyway. he likes showing off the various medusa and fish tattoos he has on his chest and back.

“you guys liked the show? yeah? be back tomorrow night then, i wanna see all your faces again, cuties!”

Zayne — Iceman Guitar

❥ zayne’s quite the enigma in his band. he only started a band to branch out from his classical music career. not used to the rock scene, he opted to stay in the back while the rest of the band mates took charge. it was only until he started to gain more traction as the “sexy guy in the back”, that he learned the exhilaration that came from being in front of an approving, loud crowd.

❥ zayne is also uncharacteristically good at guitar, it’s almost insane. any new song, new riff, new tuning, he learns with quickness and ease. he shreds like a monster and always has the anticipatory riff solos in the lives shows. every play has him feeling deep satisfaction that resonates within his performances and keeps the crowd’s eyes on him.

❥ he attracts people. he always stays in the same two spots on stage, either up right or up left, but usually no where else. but despite his stagnant position, people are drawn to him and his performance. he’s remarked as “hypnotizing” and “unintentionally erotic” whenever he plays, despite him rarely saying words apart from the occasional adlibs.

❥ during live shows he’ll grab a bottle of water and spill it atop of his head and shake it off. the feeling of the cool water dripping down his hair and face was nice, but what was even nicer was the scene of it. out of breath and sweaty already, zayne newly covered in water that was dripping down his neck was a sight that could get anyone wet—man or woman. but zayne never knows just how erotic he is, which makes it all the more better knowing that he’s not trying to be sexy. he just is incredibly sexy.

❥ zaynes popularity surprises zayne himself, sometimes. he’ll get bombarded by fans outside venues asking for his signature or pictures which strokes his ego internally. in the beginning he felt overwhelmed, but nowadays he just smirks and nods at his fans. he actually loves the rockstar life, he loves the attention, he loves the cockiness that comes with it, but he stays modest.

“ah… it’s always hard knowing what to say when we close a show, but i’m very grateful you all are here. i hope im not selfish in asking for more of your support.”

Sylus — Mockingbird Guitar

❥ sylus was not only born into the rockstar life, but also born for it. he fucking loves the stage, the crowds, the music, the passion of it all. he loves the power that comes with leading such a riveting and notorious band. he’s also front and center and refuses to leave that spot unless there’s a specific formation needed. otherwise, the main guy is always him.

❥ just like xavier, sylus is a big growler. he likes baring his teeth in a smile and letting out low rumbles of sounds that shake people’s chests more than the speakers do. his guitar follows suit and is always the one with the most powerful bass and sound throughout the band. calling sylus a powerhouse was an understatement, he is power incarnate when on stage.

❥ sylus’s signature look on stage is shirtless with a simple open leather jacket on. he shows just enough to keep people wanting more but not enough to give away everything. he’s a major tease and likes edging the crowd in more ways than one. he’ll purposely plan the delay of a beatdrop or riff just to get people antsy in their shoes before blasting them with sounds that can give someone an eargasm.

❥ sylus also has a small problem with getting turned on mid-show. it’s not something he realizes until someone points how there’s a large erection print on his pants, but he simply smiles at it and moves on, not caring enough to hide himself from everyone. he thinks shame is for losers who care about what other people think. so what if his cock is also making an appearance? just makes for a better show.

❥ sylus adores his fans. he’ll playfully flirt with them or dote on them in meet and greets but he knows not to take anything too seriously. he’s the typa of guy who’d have the reputation of being a playboy, but in reality, he’s very reserved. he spends most of his time outside of shows in his garage making music or in a friend’s basement playing poker like a nerd. the number thing his band mates tell him is how much pussy he could be drowning in, but sylus’s biggest wish is finding someone he could be loyal to.

“playing for you all never gets old, in fact it gets more exciting each and every time. i need more of you guys and i bet you all need more of me, right? haha… why don’t you find me at my next show?”

Caleb — Rickenbacker 381 Guitar

❥ caleb is quite the heartthrob of his group. popularity always seemed to follow him in social circles, and the rock scene was no different. he was never intended to be the leader of his group, but his charming personality and quick wit seemed to unite the members in times of need—bestowing him the leader. it’s the same on stage too. any potential rough or heckling crowds? just a playful scolding and smile was all it took to make people focus back on him.

❥ his role on stage is mainly main guitarist, but caleb serves powerful vocals when he needs to. he has a rich, powerful, and emotional voice that may not growl often, but does bring passion to the people. he can also go melancholy and almost romance the audience with his soothing low tones. the versatility of caleb makes him a renowned rocker, but he downplays his skills often for modesty’s sake.

❥ he’s very playful. he’ll do call and responses with the audience and take extra long with each fan in meetings while chatting very casually with them. he’s even tried to do crowd surfs but people complain about his heavy ass, big ass body. caleb doesn’t give off “celebrity” vibes, but instead, “boy next door.” it adds to his appeal because he always comes off very genuine and dedicated rather than cocky and dismissive.

❥ going back to the heartthrob point, caleb is known as a flirt due to his charm points. his winks, smiles—just the way he strums his guitar like he’s pleasuring a woman gets the girls (and guys) swooning for him. half of the time his charm is intentional and half of the time it’s not. sometimes his mannerisms on stage—like the way he rocks his body against the mic stand as if he were slow dancing—are all just throes of passion that manage to capture the hearts of the crowd.

❥ he does love his fans, though, and would go to many lengths to keep them happy. he’s very strict on not entertaining weirdos that paw at him, but he’s very tender with those who show genuine care. even if you were a new fan, caleb would give you an entire rundown on rock history and why he does what he does if he has the time to. he truly does feel sad saying goodbye to everyone.

“aw man, end of the show already? i felt like i was just getting started… please let me see you all again in our next concert, i’m not done giving you the performance of a lifetime.”

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a/n: i won’t lie, the entire time i was writing this i had this image in mind:

[honey-milk-depresso]

Heartslabyul: what makes you “the most beautiful being on earth” to him

HAHAH- I HAVE RETURNED (somewhat-) FROM THE DEAD >:DDDD

How long has it been?? Two years maybe?? Idfk, AND IDC IM BACK (for now-)

Ace Trappola

He thinks you’re the most beautiful being your laugh makes him laugh too.

Ace, as well all know, a bit of a clown, really. He likes doing stupid shit and making stupid jokes that really makes people crack up and laugh sometimes, intentionally or unintentionally.

But something about the way you laugh makes him laugh along. Like yeah, it was kinda stupid huh? But now he doesn’t have a reason to be annoyed or mad about it because you made it feel better. All because of the way you sound when you laugh to him (even when it’s a little gremlin laugh).

One time, he tripped over a pebble in the Heartslabyul rose garden, face first as he cursed slightly with a grouchy face. He was upset and annoyed at first, but then you laughed. Somehow… the fall from him tripping wasn’t so bad.

In fact, it made him think it was pretty funny (in a stupid way) as he slowly laugh along as he got up. He gently squished your cheeks in a teasing manner. “Alright, alright. You’re not telling anyone I tripped as stupid like that!” He huffed with smirk as you continued laughing gleefully.

He smiled softly, cheeks slightly warm as he looks at you. You’re everything he could ask for. <3

Deuce Spade

He thinks you’re the most beautiful being because of your patience and dedication to help him.

Deuce is… a bit dumb. Sometimes, not all the time. When he’s really trying his best to do math or stay awake during Trein’s classes and then wakes up to the end of it and realised he’s suddenly three chapters behind.

Coming to Ace or Grim for help is not the best, and Trey, Cater and Riddle make it feel like studying and asking for this kinda help is tiring and a bit demoralising sometimes despite his fierce determination.

But you… it’s a lot different. You’re so patient and dedicated to help him: using your free time to help him catch up when you could’ve just said no and enjoy your break, pulling all-nighters with him with snacks from Trey-senpai to keep awake and study with him, lending him your notes while helping him go through what he’s missed…

Deuce kinda feels bad for asking you for help. You’re always putting him before yourself that at one point of time he tried finding somebody else, only to realise that you genuinely like helping him which never fails to make his cheeks flushed and heart constrict. If you ever need help, you can count on him too, he’ll do his best for you! <3

Cater Diamond

He thinks you’re the most beautiful being because he can be “low energy” with you.

Cater’s always that chatty, social butterfly on Magicam and in real life, mostly when he’s in front of people.

But sometimes, he just wants to just stay low and not be that “hype man” people known him for and without them being disappointed when he’s not that.

When it comes to you, he can just be. It’s like you give of this welcoming and accepting presence and aura, that it makes he can just lie down with you on a beanbag in his room, being lowkey with his hair down, in normal, ugly home wear and he knows, you wouldn’t judge.

Cater likes a change of pace despite usually being so active, it’s just so he can chill and recharge.

He has his arms wrap around you, and for once, his phone is tucked away just for the moment. He rests his chin on your shoulder and sigh, grinning with content as he closes his eyes.

Yes… this is nice… <3

Trey Clover

He thinks you’re the most beautiful being to him is because he can be as playful as he wants.

His reason is practically the same as Cater’s but opposite: is that he always had to be that responsible, reliable, no-nonsense Vice Dorm Leader of Heartslabyul. Even when he’s mastered the arts of it, it can still be tiring.

But you help him get into his own true (somewhat) colours, whenever you’re alone with him in the kitchen, he lets his walls come down.

Trey’s actually a lot more mischievous and cheeky than he lets on: smearing frosting on your nose, pretending he’ll feed you a tart only to put it all in his mouth and watch you get all huffy, and when he’s really loose, has a bit of a flour fight with you.

It’s really a break for him, how you make him feel like he doesn’t need to be guarded, at least with you. He doesn’t need to be that picture perfect reputation he’s built and he could just be.

Although Trey still keeps himself level-headed and what not, he’ll slyly slip in a prank or two and knows you’ll do it back to him behind closed doors.

Trey has never smiled this much in a long while, be this loose in a long while… and it’s solely because of you. <3

Riddle Rosehearts

He thinks you’re the most beautiful being in the world because you make him experience what it’s like to have child-like joy.

For all his life, Riddle’s childhood was… not childhood. Being raised by his strict mother, his days, weeks, his whole life being planned and never allowed what he really wanted to do, Riddle’s life was undoubtedly quite pitiful and dull.

And that being said, him being a dorm leader and all makes him feel that he should live up to a prim and proper role model to his fellow dorm mates, forcing himself to be uptight and obey all the rules and never to play around.

Not to say, he foolishly does so but it’s also not fair for him to deprive himself like this.

And then you came along, and showed him a world where no matter what age you are, you can dream big, with your wildest imagination. He’s really only experienced that when he was a child when he played with Trey and Chenya before his mother found out and made it bitter.

Little by little, he took baby steps with you to slowly explore what was kept away from him: going to festivals with you, trying out food he’s never had before… it’s incredible, really, how much he doesn’t know when he felt like he should’ve much earlier.

It’s pure joy for him, and he has never been this happy before… he’s so glad you came to this world because you were the happiness he was searching for so long. <3

reblogs help! ^^

[mclqren]

GYMNASTICS LESSONS ★ LN4

PAIRING ✦ lando norris x fem!gymnastics teacher!reader

SUMMARY ✦ you're a gymnastics teacher, and you manage to catch the eye of an f1 driver one friday night, though you both recall the way in which you met in different ways. [ SMAU ]

WARNINGS ✦ cursing

REQUESTED ✦ here!

NOTES ✦ i altered the request slightly and made it so that lando was picking up his niece from the gymnasium instead. reader lives in bristol in the uk & has a sibling. for the sake of this fic, let's pretend that all the drivers are friends off of the grid!! the fc i've used is pamela hughes, but feel free to picture whoever you want! my requests are closed at the moment.

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