#gender neutrality

[captain-lessship]

His “Sidekick In The Chair” No Longer Pt.2

a/n: I promise that pt. 3 will be longer. Also enjoy Motivational Era quote Pav header cause I made it while sleep deprived

You honestly thought that living with an alien inside you would be significantly worse than what it was. 

Toxin would help you where he could. He would read recipes off to you while you cooked, he would help you with schoolwork and gave his opinion on your outfits albeit that the latter was unwanted.

There was just one thing that worried you: How was Pav going to react?

He was your best friend and it would break your heart if he didn’t approve.

“Are you sad?” Toxin asked as you set the kettle on the stove.

“Well, not exactly. I am just worried.”

“What about?” 

“What if my other friend doesn’t like you?”

The voice was quiet, “I don’t think he has much room to judge.”

You scoffed, “Yeah but I just worry.”

“Too much.”

“Shut up.”

“Fine. But I crave chocolate.” 

You rolled your eyes as you walked to the cupboard and opened it, “What kind?” 

“Dark.” 

You pulled out a bar of chocolate and began eating it, “Ya know, I think we should start training.” 

“For?”

“Superhero work.”

“I see.” 

You heard a knock at your door, you walked to it and looked through the peephole: It was Pavitr. 

It had been a few weeks since he came to your house, you opened the door and  looked at him.

“Look what the cat dragged in.” You joked, letting him in. You shut the door behind him, “So, what’s up?”

Pav looked at you, “I- Well… can we sit down?”

“Sure, I got a kettle on for tea.” You said, wondering where his sunny attitude had gone. 

He followed you into the kitchen and sat at the table, eyes watching you intently. You noticed but you kept your attention on the teapot as you filled it with boiling water. 

“Pav-“ you started but were cut off.

“Is there anything you want to tell me?”

You thought for a moment before turning around with the tea pot and two cups, “Is there something you want to know?”

You sat down the cup in front of him and poured his cup first, then yours. 

“Has anything… strange happened to you?”

“There is something.” You started, “But you gotta understand that… I did it for a good reason and I am happy that I did. It’ll be good for us, we can both be out there and we can help people.”

He looked at you with confusion, “I know that it is inside of you that can’t be good!” He said, moving his hands as he talked.

You were shocked that he knew and you were wondering how he knew, “He has a name.” 

“Oh he does?”

“Toxin.” You clarified.

“Might as well name him ticket to hel-“ 

Suddenly the crimson creature partially left your body to look Pav in the eye. 

“Toxin!” You shouted, “Be nice. He’s our friend.”

You looked at the creature as it moved back to rest on your shoulder like a messed up parrot.

Pav looked at you with a shocked expression, he’d only seen it on your bed, not as a moving creature, “That’s him?” 

“Yes, and he can be really sweet, right Toxin?”

“Right.” It grumbled out, eyes focused on Pav, who was reaching for his tea cup.

“Well,” Toxin said, eyes now locked to yours, “Is he the Spider Man?”

“You told him?” Pav said, leaning forward.

“He can read my mind, he found himself.” You said, taking a sip from your cup.

“What’s it like?” Pav asked. A smile came to your face: he wasn’t completely scared now, more curious than afraid. 

“Well, It is like having a second voice of reason in you that you have very little control over. He also is very smart and helpful.” You held out your hand for Toxin to move to and encapsulate. “He can also cover my body, which keeps me safe from anything.”

“Can you feel things? Like if you fall or if something gets thrown at you?” 

“Personally? No. But I can feel the force of a hit. Think like went someone turns on a leaf blower in your face or really close to your body.” You stood to allow Toxin to cover you. He stood and slowly moved to touch you, it was like a thick coating of shampoo that was very cool to the touch had invaded you. Pavitr was very impressed by it but a concern can to mind.

“Wow… It’s kinda cool. It doesn’t hurt you right?”

Your voice had changed into a blend of yours and Toxin’s, “Nah, if anything it helps cause I have to remember to take of him and that goes hand in hand with taking care of myself.”

“Does he eat weird things?”

“He’s asked for weird things.”

“Like?”

You had to answer this very carefully, it would either alarm Pav or ease his conscious. “He has asked for human brains but only for the chemicals! Only the chemical phenethylamine!”

Pav regained a look of shock and was about to open his mouth when you added on a small yet comforting detail.

“Phenethylamine is also found in chocolate.”

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@cantdothis-nomore

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❝ 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄? ❞

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬) ⋮ Fiend! Denji + Human! Gender Neutral! Reader

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ⋮ 3.6k

𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞 ⋮ One-Shot

𝐏𝐥𝐨𝐭  ⋮ After stalking you for months Denji has fallen for you, unfortunately, Denji’s trauma comes into the conversation as the confession takes place.

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 ⋮ Takes Place During CSM P2 | Spoilers for CSM P1 | FIRST POST TO TUMBLR SO PLEASE LEAVE CONSTRUCTIVE CRITCISM (WRITTEN WHEN I WAS 17)

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 ⋮ Writing contains mentions of talking of pass trauma such as grooming, stalking, and emotional/physical abuse.

Denji looked over the letter he was about to put in your locker, simple enough, there was nothing more he could so desire then to tell you how much he truly loved being around you. Even if it was just him stalking you and always being around you in the public as someone who was just an on-scene Devil Hunter. You had never took notice to him ever, in fact you were a high school student at this time which is where Denji would stalk you from. 

Denji would just look over you at the school such as from rooftops, look down at you from above the school into the courtyard where you were continuing your normal human life, with your normal human friends, and nothing truly out of the ordinary. Denji felt the pangs of jealousy as he watched your life, from the walk to school to the moment you kicked off your shows at your door there was nothing truly that brought him more joy than being in your shoes.

Denji never meant to fall for you, as the months had passed, he had found that just staring at your life hadn’t come close to the more he played attention to you as a person. The young man studied the books you read, the people you chose to be around, your place in school, and even stealing your portable cassette player to listen to your favorite music. Denji felt so overjoyed by this discovery, often times just being there for you in ways you wouldn’t realize such as when you ‘lost’ things or a new book that would happen to be out that you talk about or even when he would get your favorite snacks and putting the in your shoe locker.

You took quick notice, he loved how attentive you were and how advanced your books were. Even if Denji didn’t know how to, he’d pick up the books he’d get you and look over them to try and help him on one of his biggest missions yet, confessing to you. Denji wrote the letter of his life, something that he admired from afar with immense joy as he looked for the words in the books you loved with an immense amount of joy and no other thought than giving you the joys he wanted in his life. Denji’s letter spoke of meeting you, and explained how he admired you from afar in the best love letter written in the world.

Daer, [L/N] [F/N].

You’ve probbaly seen this letter and you’re wondering who sent this–Honestly, it could be anyone who has sent you such a thing. Honestly, it could truly be ANYONE.

I hope you like this letter beacuse I dceorated it myself. Do you like this sort frilly stuff right? I made it reelly spiffy like those romance books you reed!I reellly, reelly, reelly, raelly hope this is your locker. I watch you around this locker with your friends so, I hope this is yours and not the other two’s. They’re not really as intiresting as you.

I like you a lot. I admyer the things you do like doing your work super early, very smart, your diliagnt delgient diilgent and very good looking! 

I hope you can meet me at that tree behind the school–Y’know that big sakura tree? I saw you go to it when you read it during breaks and after cleaning time, I like to see you read under the tree as I like to watch you talk to it and your reactions to it.

I even wrote you a writing thing and got you a gift if you showed up!

I hope you can come to the tree this Friday and listen to me say it to your face hear me say it loud and proud. ⭐ 

You couldn’t recognize the hand writing from anyone in your class, it was messily put together, lots of misspelled words and you questioned if the person even went to your school. You couldn’t help but look at all the doodles such as a couple of stickmen figures of you, books, and hearts. Honestly, you wondered about this person, it was very put to detail and nonetheless it seemed they were definitely trying their hardest when making such a letter.

You decided that you’d go to see this person, to make sure their heart was in the right place when you met them that day and even more so, to see who they were as a person–What if they weren’t a person? A bit of fear ran down your back as you thought of it being a Devil from the poor handwriting, becoming even more self evident as the mentions of stalking that left you rereading the letter in a bit of confliction and yet, you made sure you showed up that Friday.

You held the letter close to your chest with a soft smile on your face and look of inquisition in your eyes as you were unprepared for what awaited you once you turned around. You looked behind you to be met by a blond boy you had never met before, in fact you had never ever seen such a person in your life. They didn’t even have the male uniform on so, you questioned further who this person could have possibly been.

Your face dropped a bit, good for you that he was still catching is breath as the boy you found to have interest in you was one who you had never seen–I guess that makes sense because he stalked you? Way to keep yourself hidden. You looked at the blond with a bit of confusion to your face as you wondered about what in the world this boy could ever thought about you. The young man gave you a smile, flashing his sharp teeth at you that immediately made your face began to show signs of fear at the fact this could’ve been some type of undercover Devil waiting to lure you and kill you. 

You looked into his honey brown eyes with a tilt of your head before questioning him, “You don’t go to this school do you?” Denji was quick to look at you with a softened smile as he was more lost in your appearance than anything. You tilted your head the other way, a bit of frustration as you wondered about what he was going to say or do next, even more, what he was going to say to you when you were quick to hum as to get his attention. Denji rearranged his eyes to your eyes after looking at the features that lovingly cradled your face, in embarrassment and awe with his cheeks pink from the ogling of your appearance, “I…I don’t go to school.” You knew that much by the letter, honestly, you felt a bit awkward and dismayed.

Denji noticed your eyes began to waver, wondering about what he could possibly do to help you get comfortable with him before it came to him in seconds. "Not yet enrolled–!” Denji barked as he pulled out the book from behind him, “I got you something!” it was of a series you were reading at the moment, and it was a apart you were missing as every time it went on sale you were stuck in classes and with the school rule of not being able to have a part time job you relied on allowance that you already spent on the previous books.

Your eyes lit up, Denji taking notice to this as his eyes began to light up and showed off his pearly whites with such eagerness. “You kept reading the series and I noticed you were always missing a number–That’s kind of lame, right? I’d want someone to give me a book I’m missing!” You nodded at this as he handed you the book, “I mean, I don’t really read.” Denji was quick to correct himself, “I mean, like, I read now! Because you rad! Been teaching myself!” You could feel yourself smile as you placed his letter inside of the book and closed it. 

You looked into the blond’s eyes, gratefulness as you felt nice with the gift and the way he talked about picking up reading for you made you feel a bit flattered. Denji was scrambling to get something out of his pocket, it was a crumpled piece of paper that left you with a bit of uncertainty, wondering about the contents before your thoughts were cut off by your answer. “I wrote this for you!” Denji exclaimed, looking at you with such a large smile as he began to clear his throat, you felt confliction nonetheless, you stood there and listened to him.

“I think about you often while I do stuff like bathing. I sometimes think about you washing my hair while I shower and when I do it I think about your hands instead of mine.” 

You found yourself wincing a bit at the wording in your mind, it was very strong yet, you let him continue. Denji had been study his writing, overjoyed by the fact that he was the only one who could decipher it and he wouldn’t have someone try to come expose him for it, he pronounced words effortlessly and made sure to sound as suave as those guys in the books you read. 

“I like to think about you when I’m dong work and how I hope to make this place safer for you especially, for the past few months I have also been studying my writing–It’s unique just like me! I really like the way you are so smart and do the stuff you do which pushes me to want to do just as great as you do.” 

You felt a small smile curl up on your lips, a bit awkward at such a random comment and even more, you still found yourself admiring the young man before you. Denji looked at you, it found yourself getting giddy at a confession to you in the first place and with the way things were going you found yourself a bit flattered by everything.

“I really like staring at you do stuff like how you’re always bringing your journal to write in an dhow you immediately notice when something is wrong. I like to watch you read, in fact, I spent a whole day thinking about just sitting around with you for every moment doing nothing at all besides listening to you read because your voice is so relaxing–Your present is warm!” 

You smiled at him, you lowered brow at him, ‘Presence?’ You didn’t want t correct him with how much he had said this far and you didn’t want to make him feel bad. You listened earnestly, a smile still planted on your face as you looked at Denji.

“I think about eating toast with jam on it with you everyday, going to school with you, admiring you during class, and even more when you’re with your friends. In fact, being around you makes me feel so nice and warm–I haven’t felt this warm in so long.” 

You watched Denji’s eyebrows furrow at this, the young man feeling himself conflicted about the next few lines as he found this blur in the idea of becoming one with someone else after he had eaten Makima. It was a weird feeling, one that he knew was wrong and knew he needed to get over at this moment. Denji was quick to diffuse the situation, as he hoped he hadn’t made you jealous in his delusions, “They’re gone now after I ate them.” You flinched at this, ‘The point of no return?’ you questioned before hearing the young man’s laughter. 

“I ate my sadness in food!” Denji applauded his save, you were quick to calm down at the realization but the words that fell out of his mouth still had you with feelings of confliction. Denji took quick notice, he was beginning to pick up on social cues better thanks to you and the books you were reading! Denji continued on with writing as a means to save his confession. 

“I haven’t said that to anyone yet, y’know? Like, I’m sad and stuff and I think I’m not but I am y’know?” Denji wasn’t reading the paper anymore, he looked at you with his lovely bright colored honey brown eyes, once filled with energy bouncing of the walls had now began to soften with a look into your eyes and the soft look of your facial expressions had cradled him. 

You nodded, even if you hadn’t gone through such trauma you were still very sympathetic with him and listened to him. “It’s like, when you’re living life and you’re thinking about stuff that happened and it kind of hits you at once? Like your first ever kiss that you had with that drunk woman then she vomited in your mouth and you ate it anyways?” You found yourself covering your mouth, trying to stop yourself from exhibiting any signs of being grossed out instead displaying shock to the young man.

“Himeno!” Denji commented, you felt yourself get queasy at this and you hoped for the best for him at this moment as you had grown to care for this young man’s well being, “Then there was Makima, she was someone I just let myself attach to because of feelings, or whatever. I loved her a lot.” You looked at Denji with a saddened look, “How old was she?” Denji’s response only made you feel worse for him, there was nothing you could and there was nothing you wanted to say as he opened up to you. “Older woman, like probably Himeno’s age, I wanted to be mindless to her and so, she killed all my friends-Except for Aki, I killed him…” You raised a brow at this.

You didn’t want to say anything, but you couldn’t hide the bewilderment on your face as you looked at the blond with dilated pupils. “That was all because I’m Chainsaw Man!” Denji shouted, he showed you the cord attached to his chest before quickly going back to the topic before, “It’s pretty cool to being Chainsaw Man except for the people that came with it-That was lame–But I became aware!” 

You raised a brow at this, “How so?” Denji smiled at you, “Because I came to talk to you–And I’m taking charge! I’m responsible enough to save money for food whilst still supplying stuff for you!” You found yourself hurt by the gift now, wondering if he’s ever skipped meals just to get you your things. “Oh, you didn’t need to–” Denji scoffs at you, “No need! I wanted to do this! I love doing this for you! Because I like you and I want a life with you!” 

You watched as Denji shoved the paper back in his pocket before he sighed, “There was more writing–I just thought it would send better without some stupid piece of paper blocking your face.” You nodded at this, continuing to stay silent as you listened to him. “I really like you, [F/N], and even more, I want to be apart of your life–Mine is a bit complex because I have this kid and I’m putting her through school.” 

You didn’t say anything to this, no reaction either as you thought about what in the world was going on with this boy, you kept listening to him in admiration and peaked interest. “I want you to know I’ll be there for you, even if you don’t like me back, I’ll still be there for you to protect you. Not just as Chainsaw Man, but as Denji Hayakawa too!” 

You didn’t honestly know what to say, from a traumatic story to the child he’s putting through school and then the fact he was Chainsaw Man–You were in utter shock at everything presented to you, other than that, you looked at Denji for a minute before looking down at the book in your hands and the letter that peeked out. You found yourself looking down at the book, wondering and questioning what you could possibly say in this moment to help get your point across to him.

You didn’t want to lie to him, and even more, you wanted to hear more about him. You felt terrible for him and you looked at him with joy as you found the words you wanted to say. “Denji…I think you’re great–I mean honestly, it’s a big thing for you to tell me all these things.” I looked at Denji, who continued to look eagerly at you with such large eyes filled with inspiration and hope.

It had been awhile since Denji’s been this excited since his appreciation for Nayuta had began growing. The hopeful eyes made your heart pound, it felt like you were almost entranced by this boy you had never met before and while you did have some interest in him there were still things that needed to be sorted.

“However, I think we need more time to get to know each other before I have these feelings for you…” I smiled at him, a warm one that tried to help convey to him how you felt, “Does that mean “No”?” You were disappointed your smile didn’t do much as you looked at Denji with soft eye, “Denji, it’s a not right now…Give me some type to get to know you–” Denji was quick to cut you off, “You know so much about me already!” 

The blond argued, childishly and you immediately argued with him, “That’s your trauma–Your trauma isn’t the only thing about you, Denji.” The young man raised a brow at this, Denji had been truly becoming a husk of himself with the passing days with the realization of all he’s been through with his trauma taking the biggest toll on him, yet, there you were making him feel just as young as he was so long ago. You looked at him, a soft smile on your face as you tried to think of any way to get him to realize such. “You’re capable of being more so, and I hope in the future we can become close–” 

Denji was quick to ask to you question, “I’ll do anything for you…Even kill some–" You found yourself gasping at this request, almost hurt by such a thing and quickly shut him down, “No!” Denji felt hurt by your change in tone, it felt like those moments with Makima where he would do all she had asked of him, just for her to acknowledge him and give him the physical affection he desired and craved yet still leaving him fleeting.

Denji was projecting, it was terrible for him at this moment with the realization that he would even do such a thing for someone he formed such an unhealthy relationship within those few months with someone who was unknowing of his watching. Denji knew this was wrong, your reaction said it all, and it made Denji felt this reprimand feel as if it was nothing but a blessing to his behavior as he quickly shut his mouth.

You were quick to notice him, so attentive to him, “Oh, Denji. I hope you can understand how absurd that was…” You commented, the blond nodded and sighed to himself before gaining the guts to look at the bottom half of your face. Denji still felt terrible, it felt like he was mumbling when it came out of his mouth, "I hope I can be better for you in the future.” You smiled at Denji, a smile that conveyed the warmness you felt for the young man as you found your hands traveling to his chin to pick his head up and look at you in the eyes,

Denji felt like melting before you, he looked into the eyes that were nothing more than the warm baths that he hoped to have with you as you washed his hair in a similar way to the love, he had so desired from such a young age, to let himself become childish and comfortable with you whilst you doted on him and kept him in check. Denji yearned for this for type of affection.

You smiled at him, bringing your other hand to his cheek while the other began to glide up his jaw, “You will get better, with or without me…” I explained looking deep into Denji’s eyes, “I hope, however, that it’s with me as well.” Denji looked at the warm expression, the way the sun setting had created the light around you as if you were an entity. “I want you to do and be better–To be better for the girl you’re putting through school and the future you want for yourself.”

You glowed without that sun; the darkest night couldn’t compete with the natural illumination that traveled around you when you smiled. Denji swooned to himself, groaning at how amazing you were in his eyes and the fact you were even saying these words to his face had brought him even more of an inspiration. The petals falling around the two of you were a sight for the world to be blessed with. Denji launched himself to you with his arms quickly wrapping around you tightly and bringing you into a hug.

“I swear, [L/N] [F/N], I will help myself and become better person!” You looked up at Denji after your head was pulled into his shoulder, you looked him into his eyes, “Promise?” Denji winked at you, “Promise!” You giggled at this, engulfing the young man into a hug with not knowing the impact this had on Denji. 

That day, Denji swore to better himself in hopes for the day the two of you can be one…

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[high-pot-in-noose]

I propose a new gender-neutral counterpart of 'lord' and 'lady.’

As many linguists among us already know, 'lord' is from 'hlafweard' — meaning ‘bread warden’ — and ‘lady’ is from ‘hlaefidge’ — meaning ‘bread kneader.’ These definitions are not gendered by nature, but the fact remains that they are gendered in their modern forms. And so we must piece together a similar meaning that may then be shortened to our modern standards.

I recently saw a reblogged post of someone else touching on this topic who suggested ‘bread eater’ and ‘hlafetan,’ which then consequently became ‘ledan.’ However, there are two issues with this suggestion.

1. ‘Bread eater’ would actually be ‘hlafæta,’ and it already has a meaning — ‘household servant.’

2. ‘Hlafetan’ actually translates into ‘bread to eat.’

This isn’t to say that ‘ledan’ can’t be used at all, though. In fact, I propose that it would actually be a great alternative to ‘heir’ while also having the bonus of being a true title and not just a descriptor.

But for a true equivalent of lord/lady, I’d go with ‘ladren’ from ‘hlafdrihten’ — meaning ‘bread master/ruler.’

[gender-jargon]

[Image ID: The Neuix flag created by coiner Gent of Gender-Jargon, 2023. The flag consists of three vertical stripes and one central, horizontal stripe. From left to right, the vertical stripes are dark green, green and light. The central stripe is beige. /.End ID]

Neuix: Describing a Non-Neutrois individual that finds a neutral gender attribution befitting and considers it an essential facet of their gender identity.

A sibling term of Mascix, Femix & Gynandrix.

Etymology

Neuix was created to mirror the paradigm used for Mascix. Femix and Gynandrix.

From English, “Neu” from “Neutral” + “-ix”, an neologistic suffix used by other terms in this genus, originally based upon Apathmascix and Apathfemix coined by user Cybertroniancoining. Neuix was coined by Gent of Gender-Jargon, 2023.

Elaboration

Neuix is a complex and potentially contradictory identity in which one’s gender is not Neutrois, but has neutral traits attributed to them nonetheless, and this attribution is not only considered to be fitting by the individual, but an integral part of their overall gender experience.

More simply, a Neuix individual:

Has a gender identity that they consider to be Non-Neutrois.

Has traits of neutrality attributed to them by other individuals.

Considers having traits of neutrality attributed to their person to be agreeable and in a few, multiple or all manners at least part of the time.

Considers this attribution to be an intrinsic part of their experience of their gender as a whole.

A Neuix individual is not apathetic to neutral gender attribution, but instead enjoys, appreciate, entertains, welcomes or otherwise freely accepts neutral traits being attributed to their person. Furthermore, this attribution is a fundamental aspect of their gender experience.

Flag

The Neuix flag was created to match the Mascix, Femix and Gynandrix flags. The flag consists of three vertical bars and a central, horizontal bar, forming a tri-color flag with a median line. At the left is the darkest green, becoming lighter as it moves right. The median stripes is beige in color. The colors have the following meanings:

The forest green, green and light green stripes represents neutral gender attribution.

The beige stripe represents not being Neutrois.

The Neuix flag was created by Gent of Gender-Jargon in 2023.

Note: Gender attribution is not necessarily based upon one’s expression, but is more frequently an assumption made about an individual’s gender identity without their input. Being an assumption, it is not always correct, good, wanted or warranted. Affirming attributions are congruent with one’s perception of themselves. Incorrect and undesired attributions are incongruent with this perception and are often distressing. Neuix should not be used to describe anyone who does not like neutrality being attributed to them, as it would be misdenoting on multiple levels

[xashtray]

i love how some old lady was staring at me from head to toe when i go into the female restroom (cus wtf is gender neutral one, we dont know that here) like yes ma'am im sorry that i dont look like i belong here but im not a guy either and i feel safer here than in the other one

[arosesstorm]

untied spell | Alec Lightwood 

words count: idk sorry

gender neutral reader! x Alec Lightwood

warning: angst, my fav

summary: the nigh of Max's party at Bane's, a truth was revealed, a painful one, yours

English is not my first language loves, trying my best, enjoy :)

"dear, so glad you came" Magnus welcomed you inside the house, his sharp eyes the first thing that reminded you you were in trap.

"how could I not come, after all, it is Max's party" a sigh escaping your lips as Magnus closed the door behind your back.

"here" he handed you a drink, his mouth close to your ear "I know you and Alexander aren't in the best of terms now but I beg of you let's enjoy the evening"

a light of amusement crossed your face "what the high warlock of Brooklyn says.." a gulp as the drink slide into your throat.

as Magnus looked at you make your way into the living room he couldn't help but sigh "this is going to be a disaster".

as soon as your eyes met Izzies a calming wave washed over your body "so glad I found you" you admitted as soon as the dark haired reached for your arm to interlock with hers.

"So glad you found the right member of the Lightwood family you mean"

you couldn't help but glare as she put her hands up in surrender "alright, got it, I'm sorry".

finding out you were not the only Herondale left was one thing, discovering your younger brother was Jace Wayland was a total different matter.

you would have be the happiest to hear the news if not only the closest friend you had didn't hide it from you.

"for your own good" Alec had said, but it just made you want to throw up.

"you don't have a clue on what's good for me" you had replied the night you had found out.

safe to say, you avoided the man since.

you and Izzy went for the bar, ordering the strongest they had with only a thought in mind, the time of your departure.

"why hasn't Max still arrived?"

"Alec was meant to take him but he's running late"

"as usual" you felt the need to add, as you sipped from your second drink, it was strong.

when you turned to the door again you saw him, his place steady, his eyes hard, all that gloomy act and Alec was still Alec, a ferocious dog without teeth.

"let's go great Max" Isabelle dragged you toward the small circle as you looked at everyone but him.

"my little hunter!" exclaimed the girl hugging the boy thigh as you smiled down at him "guess you'll be my next right arm huh?" you joked ruffling his hair.

"you bet since everyone seems to die when they get close to you" your head shot in Alec's direction, your eyes as thin as those of a fox "what did you just say?"

the man shook his head, looking around for support, "what do you mean?" he asked.

you were about to bark back when Magnus stood between you two, his voice louder "ah! it is a great party, let's leave the celebrated to it".

eyes glaring while you sighed hard, "need another drink".

the rest of the evening went down better than expected, Alec seemed to respect your boundaries, in fact, you were able to avoid him for most of the night.

it wasn't until you saw Clary shot for the bar on the left that something just switched.

"i have to go" you told a tipsy Isabelle as you left the couches, your steps taking you to the terrace when you noticed a door slightly open, someone laying on the floor.

your feet stopped as you regained consciousness, what was going on?

only when you made your way inside the room you spotted a terrified Jace on the right.

"Jace! what is going on?" you asked reaching for who you had recognized was Maryse Lightwood laying unconscious on the floor.

"she tried to kill me!" he spoke, his voice harsh yet panicked, "Maryse?" you asked, too unlikely to be true.

"yes!" he half screamed as he approached you, his eyes wet with tears and his jaw hard.

he was in pain and it pained you too.

your brother, was in pain, your brother, was in pain.

you didn't know how you arrived to that conclusion but suddenly, as bright as day, the culprit's name flashed before your eyes.

Alec.

Alec was the reason your brother was in pain, the reason you yourself were.

you marched out of the room, a surprised Isabelle crossing your path as she got in.

"y/n!" she called for you, but it was late now, you were already half way to the terrace when you spot him.

Lost gaze as he was stearing at the night sky, his back facing you.

he felt someone approaching and was quick to turn around: "y/n.." he had the time to say before you pushed him backwords, hands searching for the daggers behind your back.

"y/n!" he screamed now, his eyes blank as he was glaring at you.

"hiding my brother for me is a thing, but hurting him?" you half screamed, daggers now in view.

then, the unexpected happened, his lips lift into a dark smile as he chuckled "what am I? the bane of your existence?" he laughed.

you were taken aback, losing your steadiness as you stumbled back, his body swinging forward as he took the daggers out of your hands, hitting the ground hard.

"what is going on with you?" Alec asked but you couldn't help but hear "Just say it, we both know what your problem is".

your heart roared as you jumped on him, fist swinging, as he tried to block you as best as he could.

"you know nothing about me!" you screamed.

"I do, I always did" he spoke, as you fell on the concrete, his body steadying you as he positioned himself above you.

"you are not mad at me because I've hidden Jace is your brother, you are mad because you are a worthless piece of shit, the weak of the family and the soft hearted", your hands burning as you were trying to get free, "all this time and you were just trying to run away from your feeling, from your feelings for m-"

"no!" you screamed as your feet kicked him on the back, the boy crawling to the floor.

you looked like an animal, a beast as you jumped to Alec's lap, your fist white as you aimed for his face.

"you have to stay away from me!" you screamed, gatting the dagger from the ground as you pressed it to Alec's throat.

your eyes watery as ho looked at you sympathetically.

"y/n!" you heard a voice as you suddenly snapped out of it.

your hands trembling as you throw the dagger away, looking at Alec on the ground, his eyes soft, in pain.

"I'm sorry" you mumbled, quickly getting on your feet again.

Magnus rushed forward as he touched your shoulder softly, "I'm sorry he was-", "he was saying things I-", "I'm sorry".

you felt like throwing up.

"Alec!" Maryse rushed forward, kneeling on the ground, "what happened?"

"I'm fine" he breathed, his eyes glued to his opponent's face.

"y/n" the boy spoke, getting on his feet "are you alright?".

"have you all lost your minds?" Maryse barked, shooting for Jace who was now standing behind you and Magnus.

"you almost killed me!"

"do you all hear what she is saying to me?"

"Jace" Clary touched the man's shoulder as Simon entered the room.

"what is wrong?" he asked, "Maia is by the bar if you are wondering" Clary blunted stern.

"something's wrong" you heard Magnus whisper as he left your side, making his way inside the apartment.

"don't you ever spoke to me again" you stated with gritted teeth, eyes wet with tears as Alec looked at you with that same very eyes.

"don't be ridiculous" he answered.

you turned your back as you left the crowd, your brother trying to reach you but failing.

you had just touched the door's knob as Alec held your arm forcing you to turn around.

"reason with me" he pleaded "let's be logical".

"I can't!" you answered with a ferocity that broke the man's heart.

"you know why" a string seemed to unlace inside your head and your vision cleared again, but it didn't change the fact that it was obvious now, at least to you.

"y/n" he breathed.

"we know why" and you left the room praying for the night to end painlessly.

part 2?

masterlist

mia

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[averyweakgay]

We have gaslight gatekeeper girlboss and mansplain manipulate malewife but there’s no gender neutral version so I took it upon myself to deliver you:

✨Confuse cuckold communism✨

[your-bigender-big-brother]

Here is a list of neutral-related gender terms or terms that encompass neutral experiences! 💛

Aiaspec Aingender Aporagender Asterfluid Celestian Cosmosflux Demineutral Demineutrois Eafluid Galaxian Gender neutral Genderflor Gendersylph Hydrangeaflux Nebularian Neufae Neufaun Neufem Neumasc Neutrafemale Neutramale Neutroera Neutrois Neutrovir Niaspec Ningender Novarian Stellarian Transneufem Transneumasc Transneutral

[mimigoey]

Goemon in his canon uniform ha ha

And me in mine. Ours is gender neutral ✌️It reminds me of Jazz aniki's and Al's bartender uniform. Brothers...recruit me

Why do I look like Ton Ton

[nuna-adelie]

SKZ when they accidentally walk in on you taking a shower.

You are taking a relaxing shower, when someone suddenly bursts in the room, for whatever reason.

Fluff / Suggestive / Implied masturbation / Gender neutral reader

Bang Chan / Christopher:

“Felix, how many times have I told you to keep your hands off my cologne?” As the door swung open with force, you immediately froze. The warm water kept gushing over you, and as you slowly opened your mouth, Chan had already started a new sentence. 

“Seriously, I’ve asked you time and time again. Do I need to throw some cold water in there to teach you a lesson?” 

Another moment of silence was suddenly broken by the rustling of the shower curtain. Finally, your brain allowed you to let out a few words. 

“Felix isn’t here,” you piped up, voice almost cracking. 

“y/n?” Chan’s voice suddenly became a lot softer; annoyance replaced by what sounded like embarrassment. He was frozen in place. Immediately, his mind filled itself with the sight that was hiding behind the curtain. He tried to tell himself to calm down, but he couldn’t help it. If only he would have been invited to join y/n. He would have joined you immediately, lathering you in soap, wanting to make you feel good. If only he could make you feel good like that. Your voice ripped him away from his thoughts. 

“Yea. I- I think Felix is in his room.” 

The rustling of the shower curtain stopped immediately and you could hear him take a step back; the sound of him bumping into the hamper behind him giving his movements away. Though you couldn’t see him, you could practically hear his cheeks flush. 

“Right,” he breathed softly. “Sorry for barging in.”

You quickly popped your head past the curtain. As soon as your eyes met, Chan turned around, facing the door. He cleared his throat a few times and left the bathroom, continuing to mumble apologies. 

With the door closed behind him, he pushed his back against it, giving himself a few seconds to collect himself. He wouldn’t get the chance to do so, as Seungmin walked past him. 

“Hyung, are you ok? You look red.” 

“Yeah, I-I’m fine. Go find Felix.”

“Are you su-?”

“Yes I’m sure.” For a second the leader lost his cool. “Just go get him.”

As Seungmin walked off, slightly confused, Chan looked down at his upcoming bulge and quickly made his way towards his room.

Fuck, y/n, if only you would have invited me to join you. Now I need to take care of this. I wish you could help me out.

Lee Know/Minho

Your eyes stung as the shampoo seeped into them. Fuck, you should have kept the towel closer by. As you rinsed your face, barely able to open your eyes, you slightly pushed the curtain to the side, trying to find  the spot where you had left the towel. There was a quick knock on the door, giving you about a second to close the curtain. Before you could tell the person not to come in, the door had already opened. 

“Oi, Jisung,” Minho began. “What time are we leaving again?”

“He isn’t here,” you said, your cheeks heating up. 

The silence made you think he had left already, but you couldn’t help but try to get his help. 

“M- Minho?” 

“Hmm?” Clearly he hadn’t left yet.

“C-could you please hand me my towel? I got shampoo in my eyes.” You slowly stuck out your arm past the curtain. 

“I can’t reach it,” a small chuckle escaped his mouth. He tried to keep calm, but he just couldn’t help but tease you. Thoughts of you stepping past the curtain to grab the towel from his hands were clouding his mind. The way you would have to press yourself against him as he held the towel high above your head made him gulp. He could feel his pants getting a bit tighter by the second. 

“Minho..” you slightly whined. 

“What are the magic words?”

You cringed at the thought of having to call him by his favorite nickname. You tried to avoid situations where he had the upper hand, but in this situation, it looked like you had no choice. 

“Could you please hand me my towel, oppa?”

You could hear him chuckle again, that asshole. As he put the towel in your hands, he softly rustled the shower curtain, causing you to let out a soft yelp. 

“You know…” he began.

“No, get out!”

Silence was followed by your command. You sighed. 

“Get out, oppa.”

Another chuckle. “Fine, because you asked so nicely.”

As soon as he had closed the door, Minho walked in a straight line to his room, briskly moving past Hyunjin and Changbin who looked at him in confusion. He immediately plopped on his bed and started removing his belt buckle. 

Next time you better take responsibility for this, y/n. I helped you out after all; it’s only fair that you help me out as well. 

Changbin:

Changbin was pacing back and forth in front of the bathroom door, plotting his revenge. He did not allow himself often to eat snacks, and so it had irritated him immensely that Jeongin had taken them from him. The smirk the youngest had given boiled his blood and he was certain that he was hiding out in the shower. Finally, he had had enough and roughly opened the door.  

“Where are they?” he said loudly, frantically looking around for his food. “Did you seriously take them into the shower with you? That’s disgusting!”

He had half-expected a laugh to come from the shower, or a quippy comment. Instead, all he heard was a loud thud. 

“Ow!” you yelled, your behind slightly sore from the fall. Luckily, you had only fallen on your ass and not with your head against the wall or something. As you looked up, you could see a hand moving past the curtain, getting ready to push it aside.

“That’s what you get you-”  For a brief moment it was silent as you got up; grunts leaving your lips. “W-wait. Y/n?!”  

“Ow, that hurt,” you mumbled as you rubbed your sore spot. “You shouldn’t scare people like that, Changbin! I could have seriously hurt myself. What are you doing here anyway?”

The hand let go of the yet unmoved curtain and you could hear the man clear his throat. “Well,” he began. “I thought- well- Jeoning took my snacks. I didn’t mean to-”

Suddenly, Changbin realized he had put his hand on his pants, slightly cupping his growing erection. As soon as he noticed what he was doing, he let go; his face turning redder by the second, thankful you hadn’t seen him. “S-Sorry,” he mumbled. 

You had given him a short reply, but he hadn’t heard you. He was too busy thinking about what was taking place on the other side of the curtain. How your body was covered in soap, glistening and smooth. How he would have joined you and rinsed it off, trailing kisses along your clean skin. 

“Changbin?” You asked, checking for his presence. 

“Yeah?” He hated how hopeful he sounded, his tone almost begging for you to invite him in. 

“I’ll buy you some more snacks later, okay?”

“R-right,” he breathed, trying his best to hide his disappointment. “Right.”

With that, the door slammed shut just as harshly as he had opened it. Changbin immediately walked to the kitchen to grab a cold glass of water. As he entered the kitchen, Chan stared at him.

“Are you okay?”

“No, I’m not,” he said, standing close to the kitchen cabinets to hide his erection as he downed the glass. “I just missed out on a great snack. I’m going to my room.”

If I could have eaten you, I wouldn’t have had any need for a snack, y/n. You better come back with something really tasty.

Hyunjin:

You felt the warm water calm you down immediately. The horror movie you guys had been watching had been too much for you and you needed a moment to yourself. You hadn’t been the only one, though, Jisung and Felix had tapped out as well. As you allowed yourself to let your thoughts wander, you forgot about the world around you, even if just for a moment. 

That moment was cut short the second you heard the bathroom door open. 

You stayed quiet, hoping that whoever it was, they would leave soon. You know this wasn’t the case as you quickly heard a toothbrush vibrating. 

“You know,” Hyunjin said, half brushing his teeth. “It wasn’t so bad Felix. You would have been able to handle it.”

You didn’t say anything still, part of you too nervous and not wanting to embarrass him. 

“Felix?” A soft rustle told you he was about to peek in, sending you into a panic. 

“No!” you yelped. “Not Felix.”

The toothbrush stopped making noise. 

“Y/n?”

“Y-yeah.”

“Oh.”

For a second Hyunjin didn’t say anything. He didn’t know what to say. All his brain could think about right now was you. You, behind the curtain, completely naked and still on edge from the movie you had half watched. He quickly turned the toothbrush back on so as to mask his gasp. Wanting to hurry up before the bulge in his pants grew too prominent, he tried to finish his brushing as quickly as possible. 

“Are you ok? Because of the movie I mean?”

You cleared your throat, nervous about holding a conversation like this. 

“Ehm, yea I’m fine. Thanks.”

“Do you… Do you need a hug?” You could almost hear his smile through the sounds of the water and the toothbrush. It wasn't the first time he had teased you like this.

“Hyunjin!” You yelped. 

“Okay okay, maybe later then,” he chuckled. “I-I’ll go check on Felix.”

As he left the room, he bumped into the one he had initially been looking for. 

“You okay?” Felix looked a bit worried, seeing his older mate flustered. “Your cheeks are all red.”

Hyunjin slapped the younger one twice on the shoulder. 

“Ow!” Felix shouted. “What did I do!” 

“Not take a shower, that’s what you did. I’m going to bed, goodnight.”

Hyunjin almost ran to his room, closing and locking the door immediately. He dropped down against the door and took his pulsing erection in his hand, not being able to wait much longer. 

Next time I’ll protect you during the movie, y/n. Maybe we can take a shower together afterwards and you can help me with this.

Han/Jisung:

“Minho! Are you in there?” A knock on the door ripped you away from your own thoughts as you were covering yourself in soap. You wanted to say no, but before you could have, the door flew open. 

“Minho!!” Jisung sounded almost upset. “I need a hug!” 

You thanked yourself for your quick reflexes, because as soon as a hand tried to pull away the shower curtain, you grabbed it and held it firmly in place. 

“Ah, Minho, no fair! You did the same to me last week!”

“I- I’m not Minho,” you quickly let out. 

Immediately, Jisung’s hand let go of the curtain and you could practically hear the man’s embarrassment. 

“Y/n?” He asked, hoping you hadn't heard the eagerness in his voice. 

“Yes, Jisung, who else?”

“Can- Can I see?” 

You blushed at his straightforwardness. Sometimes he really knew no shame. For a second you thought about it, mentally hitting yourself for even contemplating this. 

“N-No!” You blurted out. “You can’t just creep up to people like this!” 

“I didn’t mean to, I didn’t know you were in here,” he pouted. “Can I have a hug?”

You sighed. 

“Jisung, I’m all wet…”

Yeah, he thought. That was the whole point. He couldn’t help but think what it would feel like to have your naked, wet body pressed against him. If it were up to him, he would have jumped into the shower, clothes be damned. He would have loved to admire your body as he cleaned you from top to bottom, covering every inch of you. 

"Please, y/n? I promise I won't look! I really need a hug."

You sighed again, only to reward his curiosity. 

“Fine, just… Close your eyes.”

“Closed!” Jisung didn’t hesitate a single moment. You peeked past the curtain to check and to your surprise, his eyes really were closed. You moved the curtain and stepped out of the shower, the water immediately dripping on the floor and your body shivering because of the cool air. 

You quickly hugged the man in front of you and immediately hopped back into the shower, a wet mark left behind on his chest, shoulders, and pants. What you hadn’t noticed, was that he had opened his eyes for a split second before the curtain had closed again. 

“Thank you, y/n. I really needed the hug.”

“Yeah, yeah, you said that,” you sighed a final time. “Just get out.”

He didn’t even say anything, all you could hear was the door closing. You shook your head at the audacity and finished up your shower, not thinking that much of the whole affair. 

Jisung on the other hand was nowhere near ready to forget. His erection pressing needily against his pants, he looked around if no one saw him and quietly walked towards his room. He had almost made it, but Changbin had ambushed him. 

“Why are you all wet?” 

“I- ehm. I-”

Changbin folded his arms as he raised an eyebrow. 

“I was doing the dishes. I’m just going to change quickly before I get sick.”

“Right… We do not want you to get sick, it’s-”

“Thanks for the concern, hyung!”

With that, Jisung entered his room and slammed the door shut, one hand already beneath his boxers.

Next time I will want something other than a hug, y/n. I can’t believe the way you looked, I want more of that. Much more. 

Lee Felix / Yongbok:

It was a calming moment, being alone in the shower. The warmth of the water combined with the rising steam was always the best way for you to clear your mind. Unfortunately, today, that moment was cut short when the bathroom door softly opened. 

“Ehm, Chan?” Felix’ voice was soft and considerate. “I’m going to take my make-up off, okay? The other bathrooms are taken.”

He took the silence as compliance and soon, you heard him rustle bottles and wipes. 

“Do you know what time we need to get up tomorrow?” He blew a short raspberry to show his discontent. “It’s not too early is it?” 

You tried to clear your throat, hoping that he would realize that it wasn’t the leader he was talking to. The attempt failed. 

“Chan, are you okay? Do you need something?”

Finally you realized you couldn’t keep quiet anymore. 

“I think Chan is in the studio, sorry.” Your voice was soft and in anticipation of his reaction. 

The clattering of the bottles revealed that reaction; the sound followed by another in the form of a loud thud. 

“Ow,” Felix groaned, scrambling to get back up from the floor. You stuck your head out from behind the shower curtain, face filled with worry. 

“Are you okay? I’m sorry, I didn’t think you were going to start a conversation.”

“N- no, that’s okay.” The man had gotten up and tried to rearrange the bottle, his hands slightly shaking. “S-Sorry, I- You know what, I’ll finish this up later.”

You closed the curtain back up and smiled to yourself. You couldn’t help but find his reaction incredibly adorable and considerate. 

Felix’ thoughts were all over the place. You were right there, only a small shower curtain between the two of you. If he had no self control, he would have wanted to take a peek behind said curtain. Well, maybe a lot more than just a peek. As soon as he looked down at his pants, he panicked and quietly left the room, not wanting to potentially embarrass you. 

“You can stay, Felix, it’s fine.”

You were met with nothing but silence.

“Felix?” 

For a second time, you poked your head past the curtain, only to find the bathroom empty, bottles still scattered around the sink. You smiled to yourself. Cute.

Felix on the other hand had quickly made his way towards his room, ignoring Seungmin’s comments about his half-removed make-up. 

As soon as he got to his room he ducked under the covers and replayed what had just happened. The minute he thought about you in the shower again, his pants were begging to be loosened. A request of his own body to which he happily obliged. 

I should have stayed and talked to y/n longer. I wish they would walk in right now and help me with the rest of the make-up. And well… With this other problem as well.

Seungmin:

You were just about to rinse out your conditioner when the door to the bathroom opened.

“Left or right?”

You had no idea what was happening, all you could hear was that it was Seungmin who had entered. 

“Come on Hyunjin, you know how this goes. Left or right?” 

Again you did not answer, mostly confused by what the man was asking and expecting Hyunjin to have entered the room with him. A few more seconds passed by and all of a sudden, you were ripped away from your thoughts by the moment of the shower curtain. 

“Left it is!” Seungmin chuckled and ripped the shower curtain to the side, completely revealing you for a brief moment. 

You immediately yelped and pushed his chest, grabbing the curtain and closing it again. For a moment, he stumbled, but luckily he caught himself just in time. 

“Oh my god… y/n?!”

“Kim Seungmin, what on earth are you doing?!”

“Shit, I’m sorry. I- well- Hyunjin and I- Oh shit.”

While he hadn’t really looked at your body, expecting to see Hyunjin anyways, he had still seen something. 

“We- We play this game,” he continued, trying to explain himself. “I didn’t know-”

You sighed.

“What kind of game is that?” You judged as your face turned red. “You could have asked who I was before pulling the curtain.”

Seungmin cleared his throat and turned around, not wanting to run the risk of showing you his erection in case you would look past the curtain again. He tried his best to collect himself, to show how cool and unbothered he could be. But he was extremely bothered, or rather, his dick currently was. He played that small glimpse he had gotten of your body over and over again; growing harder every time he did. 

“I’ll ask next time,” he said. “You look good though, y/n. Are you sure you don’t wanna play next time?” The man had just enough time to exit the bathroom door as a piece of soap came flying his way. 

As he quickly closed the door, he bumped into his leader. 

“What were you doing in there?” Chan’s crossed arms gave away his slight annoyance. 

“Oh, hyung,” Seungmin said, hoping that the man across from him wouldn’t look down at his pants. “I was just playing left or right with Hyunjin.”

“Hyunjin is in the shower upstairs.” Eyes narrowed, Chan examined Seungmin’s face, the latter of whom tried his hardest not to show any emotion. 

“Ah, thanks hyung,” he piped. “Let me go there.”

Before Chan could react, Seungmin bolted up the stairs, straight to his room. He let himself fall on the bed and immediately started stroking himself. 

I hope you’ll play with me next time, y/n. And I don’t necessarily mean our little shower game.

I.N/Jeongin:

“Changbin-hyung, I hurt myself!” 

Jeongin burst into the bathroom, voice whiny and slightly needy. 

“I cut myself trying to make something to eat and I couldn’t find any bandages. Everyone went out too! Can you help me?”

You sighed for a second and turned off the shower, reaching out to grab your towel. 

“Changbin went out too, I think,” you said softly. “I’ll help you though, give me a second.”

You wrapped the towel around your body, securing it in place, and opened the shower curtain. Immediately, Jeongin stumbled backwards, tripping over the pile of clothes behind him. He smacked his head against the door as you quickly made your way towards him. 

“Y/n, I- I didn’t know you were in here!” He closed his eyes for a moment. “P-Put some clothes on!” 

You smiled at the puppy on the floor in front of you and kneeled down next to him, first aid kit in hand. 

“It’s okay,” you said calmly as you opened the kit. “Where did you hurt yourself?”

Eyes shut tightly, Jeongin held out his finger, blood slowly dripping on the bathroom floor. You cleaned the wound and grabbed one of the bandages. 

Jeongin opened one of his eyes to find your gaze fixed on his finger. He told himself he should shut his eyes again, but he couldn’t.  Plenty of water drops were still prominently visible on your body, your collarbone especially. From your collarbone, he looked down, towards the white towel that was covering any indecent parts of your body. Should he pretend to fall and grab the towel? He tried to shake the thoughts out of his head, but he couldn’t.

“Jeongin?” You called out to the man for a third time.

“Y-yes, y/n?” He snapped out of his thoughts and looked you in the eyes. 

“You know,” you cooed. “You shouldn’t stare at people like that.”

“I-I Right.” He mumbled, quickly glancing at his finger that was all bandaged up. “I wasn’t- I mean- Thank you, y/n.” 

Jeongin quickly stood up, thanked you again and quickly left the room. As he closed the door behind him, he could softly hear the sounds of the towel moving across your body. The thoughts he had tried to put away came surging back up. Feeling the blood surge downwards, he carried himself quickly towards his bedroom; closing and locking the door. He could hear his breathing getting heavier, and his pants tightening; something he intended to immediately take care of. 

Maybe next time I should hurt myself somewhere else. I wonder if y/n would patch me up down there… And maybe even give me some ‘extra’ care.

Masterlist

[captain-lessship]

White Knight

You were carefully balancing the pieces of fruit on the top of the cake. You had it all planned out in your mind: Sure! Here's a singular paragraph about a cake decorated with strawberries:

The cake would sit proudly on the kitchen counter. The most vibrant array of strawberries Forks could offer. They would be meticulously arranged in a circular pattern on the cake, adding an extra level of visual care.

At least, that’s what you would have wanted but the cake was slowly turning into a mess.

“You do know that I can’t eat it even if you made me?” A soft voice broke the air that was filled with focus yet sadness about your failed cake.

Jasper looked at you, noticing and feeling every variation of emotion you were feeling. You were sensitive, it was just a fact, none the less he worried about what might could happen if there ever came a time that he couldn’t easily slip in your mud room door.

“Love?” He asked, walking to rest his chin on your shoulder and loop his arms around you.

“Mhm?” You inquired, mind still half focused on the cakey disaster.

“Would you ever want to learn how to defend yourself?” He said, as bluntly as he could, this brought a small giggle from you.

“Defend myself? Why would I need that when I have you!”

While he was flattered, he couldn’t help true thoughts that plagued his mind.

“I have led you into a life of uncertainty. We live in a world where unexpected situations can arise. Learning self-defense can give you the confidence and skills to protect yourself if ever confronted with danger.”

You sighed, it was not easy to be the lover of a vampire whose family was prone to getting in trouble. With the addition of humans, you and Bella, that brought a whole new level of worry into your alls lives.

“I’ve never really been in any dangerous situations before where you haven’t been able to, you know, save me.”

He tilted his head to press a kiss to your cheek, “True, we have been fortunate that you have never needed to but it’s better to be prepared for the unexpected.” You laughed. He sounded like a National Geographic Explorer.

Although he appreciated your chuckles he knew that selfdefense wasn’t just about physical altercations; it’s about being aware of your surroundings and knowing how to react in various situations. It will keep you safer in the long run.

You could sense you were not going to with this discussion, “Where would I even start?”

And that led into a week long boot camp of Jasper waking you before the sun and not letting you go til it hung pumpkin orange in the sky. Were you his partner or a work horse.

You huffed as you laid down the final bag of sand, “Can you tell me why I am moving these?”

“Because,” he jabbed at your arm, “You need something to fall back on.”

You laughed until you saw he was serious.

Serious was something the small endeavor was not. Just as Jasper had finished explaining the various kicks, he realized you had slipped off. He sighed as he walked around looking for you.

He found you down by the river where you had already kicked off your shoes and rolled up you jeans and your long sleeves.

“What’re you doing?” He asked.

You wheeled around and looked at him, “I was looking at the rocks. And I saw one that I wanted.”

Jasper couldn’t help but smile at your antics. He will protect you. He promised himself that.

[zeroxir]

Neumasc! ☆

When you are both neutral and masculine. (can be gender or gender expression)

| made by zero-xir | ♡ | I've had this flag for a long time, but I just didn't know what to use it for

[queerminalminds]

IT’LL BE ALRIGHT (steven) || m or g!n reader

b/n= brothers name

it was a normal day in london, all things considered. for once it wasn't cloudy or raining, the sun was out and shining and the people of london seemed happier than usual. that's usually how it was around here.

i was currently at the local coffee shop, only a few blocks down from my flat that i shared with my boyfriend(s). i just ordered my favourite drink and sat down in an empty chair in the coffee shop. suddenly my phone rang, i grabbed it out of my pocket and saw it was from my brother.

"hey b/n what's up?" i asked my brother.

"u-uh hi y/n... i-i really didn't want to do this over the phone but..." he sounded like he had been crying, i wonder why.

"tell me b/n, what happened? what's wrong?" i ask.

"m-mom died... the paramedics said she died peacefully i-in her sleep." b/n starts sobbing after that and i just stared into my cup of my coffee, not believing him.

"n-no mom can't be d-dead i just saw her the other day a-and she was fine!!" i exclaimed into the phone and all i heard were cries on the other end.

"w-we'll have to plan her funeral soon, ill be by your flat tomorrow, i love you y/n, we'll get through this together okay.." my brother says.

"o-okay b/n bye." i replied as i hung up the phone and slammed it on the table, some people stared but i didn't care. i threw away my coffee, not feeling up to finishing it.

i slowly walked back to my flat, tears still running down my face, never going to fully accept what happened to my mom. eventually i got there, i unlocked the door and walked in. i quickly went to the drawer and took out of steven's sweaters, i took off my shirt and put his sweater on instead. i immediately took in the scent of steven. i tried to smile a little but then the frown took over and my crying resumed.

a couple hours later i was still sobbing in bed, covers completely over my body as i sulk in the darkness. i heard the door unlock and knew steven was home from work.

"y/n? where are you my love?" i heard steven yell out as i sniffled. i heard footsteps coming closer towards the bedroom.

"y/n! what's wrong? are you alright?" i tried shaking my head no but he probably couldn't tell from the blankets covering my head. i felt the bed sink in and felt hands on the blankets. suddenly, the blankets were pulled off of my head and i was met with his chocolate brown eyes.

"oh y/n what happened?" he said softly as he held my red puffy face in his hands. i leaned into his touch and collapsed into his arms, too tired to keep my body sitting up. he gladly took me into his arms and wrapped his arms around me as i laid my head on his chest, inhaling his scent once more.

"m-my mom-" i tried to get out but couldn't, i knew that mom topics were heard for the boys because of their past, so i didn't really want to say any more.

"it's fine y/n we don't mind, if you feel comfortable please tell me what happened so i can try and help, alright my love?" he comforted and i nodded slightly.

"my brother called, a-and mom is d-dead, he said she died in her sleep!" i exclaimed and wiped the tears from my cheeks. i felt steven's hands slowly running through my hair and i couldn't help but melt at the touch.

"my love, im so sorry, i wish i could've been here when you got home." he whispered and continued to play with my hair carefully.

"you look really good in my sweaters love." he said and i couldn't help but blush.

"it'll be okay y/n we will always be here for you, i hope you know that." it wasn't steven this time, he had an american accent which meant it was marc.

"te amamos cariño siempre recuerda eso." jake said, then the fingers in my hair resumed and i assumed steven was fronting again.

i looked up from steven's chest and looked him in the eyes.

"it'll be alright y/n, trust me."

a/n:

te amamos cariño siempre recuerda eso is roughly "we love you sweetheart always remember that"

[gouverkin]

OK, hear me out The Quarry fandom on this one.

What if, A trans/gender-neutral person got bit and they realise they have to go through top surgery once again because the werewolf curse got them "healed"?

I MEAN I KNOW IT'S CRUEL BUT I CAN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT WHAT WOULD HAPPEN

YOU ALSO TOTALLY CAN TAKE MY IDEA FOR A FANFICTION JUST CREDIT ME FOR THE IDEA

[awesomecooperlove]

👏🏻💪🏻👍🏻

[deepestsharkshark]

Why does the generation that practically worshipped Bugs Bunny, chaos with a cause (his entertainment) have trouble understanding why their children and grandchildren want to be like him