#male pronouns

[trashytoastboi]

Hi mate! :D If ya have time, Can i ask hcs for Hawkins, Law, Kid and Killer reacting to seeing s/o's face for the first time?, (male, pirate ally s/o) Since his very conscious of the big scar on his forehead reaching to his chin and why he always wear a mask

Hiya! Of course! Sorry for the long wait on this and hope you enjoy 🍞🍀

Headcanons: Hawkins, Law, Kid, Killer x Male! S/O – Reacting to seeing their S/O's face for the first time

(Male Pronouns)

Basil Hawkins

🔮 {Name} and Hawkins had hit it off so well that Hawkins fell pretty hard in a short amount of time. He truly was so charmed by {Name}, his personality and his little quirks or his witty sense of humour all became points that Hawkins really enjoyed about his partner. Some people brought up the curious question if Hawkins had even seen {Name’s} face as having it constantly covered created a very mysterious impression of him. 

🔮 The mask did have some difficulties such as eating and drinking restrictions, {Name} mostly ate by himself as the mask was not flexible enough to eat with it on. Hawkins never really minded so long as {Name} was comfortable. Hawkins being himself over held immense curiosity for anything unknown to him. Earlier on in the relationship he had the impulsivity to ask his cards for reason, even considering scrying to learn of {Name’s} appearance. Though he decided against it in respect for his partner. 

🔮 {Name} cautiously looked around the room, making sure no one was around before he took off his mask. Desperately needing a drink of water to ease his thirst in the oppressive heat wave. The mask was hot enough without the heat wave making it feel like an oven. His face was covered in sweat and he felt like he could breathe properly. {Name} reached for a towel to wipe the sweat, failing to notice when Hawkins had walked into the room and for the first time locked eyes with his partner without the mask. 

🔮 Hawkins is surprised to see {Name’s} face. By all means he really found {Name} attractive, but seeing how he panicked and tried to cover his face made Hawkins worry. “I didn’t want you to see it…” {Name} murmured sadly. The thing in mention was a rather prominent scar on his face, one that ran along the length of his face. So many people avoided {Name} and mocked his appearance that it became easier to conceal everything. He grew to hate his reflection just for the sight that was reflected back. He always assumed that others would hold an even harsher outlook. 

🔮 Hating oneself was not exactly a foreign concept to Hawkins, and while he could say from where he stood that {Name} shouldn’t have minded the comments of others he knew it was not as simple when on the receiving end. {Name} tried to awkwardly shuffle to where he left his mask and ended up tripping due to the poor visibility. Hawkins helped {Name} up and passed his mask to him. Hawkins felt a sliver of happiness finally being able to see the face of the one he so dearly loves, but his happiness is irrelevant if it caused {Name} so much distress. 

🔮 {Name} secured his mask on. Hawkins placed a kiss on the mask, an affectionate gesture the two of them developed. “I know it’s hard for you my love, but truly, you are still so beautiful in my eyes” Hawkins awkwardly said, attempting to comfort {Name}. Seeing his efforts really made {Name} happy, he felt a little more trusting and confident in slowly getting used to the idea of showing his face a little more around Hawkins. 

Trafalgar Law

🍄 Seeing someone with an out of ordinary fashion sense, was actually pretty normal amongst the various pirates. {Name} didn’t stand out even when wearing a mask that entirely concealed his face. Law is a very thoughtful person, physical appearance didn’t hold the first and foremost consideration of his partners. He wanted someone who resonated with him on an intellectual and emotional level. 

🍄 {Name} had yet to work up the courage to show Law his face. {Name} knew Law, and knew that Law most likely wouldn’t react badly when he discovered the scar on his face. {Name} flinched every time he thought about revealing his face. Picturing Law’s disgusted face or his expression when he saw his scar, {Name} pulled himself back and away from the idea of showing his face. 

🍄 Unfortunate for {Name} but a situation in which Law saw his face did arise. Law noticed his partner being out of sorts that in turn led to discovering that [Name} caught a cold and was running a very bad fever. Law had the savvy to get {Name} to bed to rest as quickly as possible. Law insisted on him removing his mask so he could have water, medication, and breathe properly without the masks’ obstruction. Law was not in any way rude about it, but was a bit forceful purely out of worry for {Name}, he did offer to leave the room or turn around if it would make {Name} feel better. 

🍄 {Name} could feel the genuine concern from Law over his health and decided to remove his mask. The entire lead up felt nerve wracking, so much so he wanted to hide or cry. It had been so long since anyone saw his face, and {Name} dreaded the idea of Law feeling repulsed by his appearance. After he removed his mask he averted his gaze, waiting for the gasp of shock and horror. {Name} felt a cool hand press against his forehead. “Your temperature is really high.” Law stated with a worried tone. 

🍄 Law smiled softly, his hand cradling {Name’s} face. He understood {Name’s} hesitance to show his face due to the large scar that ran from his forehead to his chin. A rather deep and grizzly scar that more than anything had Law concerned over how badly it must have hurt {Name.} Not only in the physical sense but in the psychological sense to completely conceal his face for years. Without thinking Law leaned in and softly kissed the scar, {Name} backed away slightly out of surprise. 

🍄 {Name} felt so reassured that all of his worry and expectation was shattered by Law’s honest and gentle affections. Law didn’t flinch or think it was disgusting, rather he showed concern and sadness for the reasons that had to do with his care for {Name}. Law comforted him with constant reassurance and telling him how handsome he looked. It created a safe space where {Name} slowly felt he could be accepted and grew comfortable enough to start removing his mask around Law.

Eustass Kid

🛠 Kid is direct and insistent that even if he didn’t care about {Name’s} face since he already liked him, he still wanted to sate his deep rooted curiosity of seeing {Name’s} face. Kid would never force {Name} to show Kid his face, but still he sometimes would tell {Name} about the kind of ideas he formed in his mind of his appearance. The lizard man was an interesting theory but {Name} did outright deny that one. To give Kid a crumb, something hopefully enough to satiate his curiosity {Name} explained how he looked, his features, some random marks or how some people have commented on his appearance. 

🛠 “So you’re a handsome bastard and you’re bragging about it?” Kid replied after his takeaway from {Name’s} explanation. “I also have a really large scar…It doesn’t look so nice…” {Name} explained running his fingers over the mask where his scar lay underneath. Kid stared at him with absolute shock, he frantically gestured to his face showing off his own scars. “So you don’t like my scars?” He asked, {Name} stumbled over his words saying it was different. 

🛠 “How so?” Kid questioned, well it came apparent in the way they regarded their scars. Kid wore them proudly, boasted the fact that he clashed head on with an emperor of the sea and survived with his life, one arm lighter and covered in the evidence tattered all over his body. Even if it hurt, it stung his pride that he lost in the first place he turned them into his point of pride. [Name} was the opposite, his scar became a point of insecurity and shame, he covered it and hid it away from others and himself. 

🛠 “So, are you going to show me or what?” Kid grinned, almost trying to challenge {Name}. Well, nothing to lose, Kid was practically covered in scars and it probably wouldn’t be anything new for him to see. {Name} slowly removed his mask, feeling awkward and a little regretful that he gave into Kid’s provocations so easily. Kid closed the distance to look at {Name’s} face from close up. Kid sighed. “It’s a crime covering up a face like that. Your scar barely affects how good looking you are.”  

🛠 “What..?” he muttered, confused over what Kid said so plainly. Kid’s hand grabbed {Name’s} face and pulled him into an unexpected and deep kiss. Kid grinned, “I’ve been wanting to do that for a while now.” {Name} could feel the heat rising to his face, trying to process the last few minutes of compliments and the sudden kiss. “Oh? You can make a face like that huh?” Kid jeered, his grin only growing wider as he loved seeing the diverse reactions {Name} had to offer. 

🛠 Kid made a point of asking and encouraging {Name} to have his mask off around him, of course he relentlessly teased and flirted with {Name} including a stolen kiss or two. Kid’s abrupt and nonchalant attitude towards {Name’s} scar actually made him feel better about it, realizing that it did not encompass everything about him. There was so much more to him that just appearance and with Kid’s constant comments about how {Name} is actually good looking. 

Killer

🍜 Killer and {Name} occasionally got a few odd looks when they went on dates, two fully masked men awkwardly trying to eat or drink with their masks on without removing them. Killer and {Name} could equally agree they had a deeper understanding of their insecurities, more so than others. They often confided in one another about the things that troubled them or what they didn’t like about themselves. These discussions usually ended in a lot of back and forth of one another trying to explain that they were more than their insecurities. 

🍜 Killer and {Name} had been discussing the possibility of encouraging each other to remove their masks. In their own space when they each had the courage to do so. People may not have understood the courage that hiding behind a mask provided, or that you may have seen a person in a more genuine manner when they could differentiate themselves away from what they disliked. 

🍜 The act of showing each other their faces held a much deeper meaning than just curiosity, it was a form of vulnerability and trust between them. “One, two, three…” In unison they spoke, counting to the moment of their reveal. {Name} and Killer removed their masks. The surge of self-doubt came up. {Name} was happy to see Killer’s face, the joy of which eased his own distress. Killer looked up to {Name’s} face, he saw a large scar and could see {Name’s} aversion to his gaze. 

🍜 Killer didn’t want to dismiss {Name’s} insecurity over his scar, but on the same hand he failed to see anything wrong with {Name}. He is still as wonderful as he always has been in Killer’s eyes, if anything more so now that he had a face to put to him. Killer’s hand reached up to touch the scar, running his fingers along its length. “I know this won’t mean much, but your scar isn’t everything. You still have some of the prettiest eyes I’ve seen, and…-” Killer was cut off by {Name’s} laughter, “I appreciate it Kil” Seeing how Killer recited this like a romance novel actually convinced him all the more of the sincerity and truth all the more. 

🍜 {Name’s} initial worries had easily been laid to rest, though he still couldn’t deny that years of his growing distaste towards his appearance would not be so easily overturned. He found comfort in Killer’s attempts to reassure him and his awkward arguments of convincing {Name} that he was still so wonderful, regardless of his scar. Killer had an almost resonating understanding of how deep insecurities could go, how deep they could burrow in your mind and entire identity. He is still determined to try to encourage and comfort his partner. 

🍜 Killer and {Name} started to spend time together without their masks, getting used to the idea of being more comfortable without them. Killer grew a little more affectionate with this deeper sense of trust and intimacy. Not to mention having easier access for the occasional kiss or two. 

[rpmsngs-a]

𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐇 & 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐈 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃 '𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐈 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃

[yanderu-deredere]

Eun-jeong Yoo, Ryuunosuke Yamamoto, Gavin Byrne with an artist reader who uses them as inspiration in his art.

a/n: thank you so much for the request! just wanted to warn everyone that most of this is gender neutral except the last one with gavin where i use male pronouns/boyfriend to refer to his darling. i did it just cus anon asked for it. hope you guys like and enjoy!

eun-jeong yoo ★ profile

I feel like I mention this a lot when I write about Eun-jeong but he's very insecure about a lot of things all the time. It’s not about his appearance though (excluding his burn scars) but more about what kind of person he is. 

Sometimes, his biggest fear is that he looks the same outside as he does inside. 

He’s a very lucid yandere where he understands that this obsession inside of him is dark and all consuming, that it’s very disturbing. He knows his urge to hide you away from the world is both good (because it’s to protect you) but also bad (because he doesn’t care about how much it’ll warp you in the end). 

That being said, the worst part of it all is the fact that he knows he’s being selfish. That the way he covets you despite understanding that being around him also ruins you. 

So, the fact that you can look at him and find something worthwhile, something gorgeous and artistic? It brings him to his knees.

If you draw him or paint him or sketch him and show him, he won’t know what to say. He’ll be flustered, of course, but the words to describe the feelings your drawing evokes don’t exist.

It would probably be some picture of him sitting by a window sill or hunkered over his desk doing paperwork; it’s something mundane and ordinary. Maybe you even drew him looking at you in that way he always does.

To him, he’s some ugly piece of shit. In your drawing, he looks so so beautiful. In his drawing, he looks ethereal as the light from the window shines on him. In your painting, he looks handsome in the dim fluorescent lights. In your sketch, he looks at you with adoration, his eyes soft and kind and gentle.

You show him a side of himself he’d never seen in any mirror and it both breaks and puts his heart together. You’re an angel bringing him salvation.

ryuunosuke yamamoto ★ profile

Ryuu is an artist himself so he understands the struggle of finding inspiration!

He’s never been consistent about creating. He’s always gone through phases where he doesn’t draw at all before suddenly having the urge to draw everything all at once, only to then finish nothing because he can’t find it in himself to pick up a stylus.

He draws anime style. Very manga-esque, very early Japanese animation kind of deal. His art style is very much inspired by original Sailor Moon, Inuyasha, Yuyu Hakusho, Tokyo Mew mew, etc. Growing up with all of that stuff made him wish he could create an anime or a manga that instilled in others the feelings those series instilled in him.

They made him feel not alone. They made him feel like he could conquer the world, that he could grow up and do whatever the hell he wanted to do because Sailor Moon could do it, because Ichigo could do it, because Urameshi didn’t give a shit about anyone else’s opinions and he could do it; so why couldn’t Ryuu?

Of course, that opinion very much got crushed as he grew up and realised that the world wasn’t as full of potential as he thought it was.

Which is why he finds it so baffling that you find inspiration in him, that out of all the people and things in the world, he specifically fills you with passion to do art. He was a nobody who trafficked drugs and ice cream, what about him was so wonderful.

Still, he’d encourage you. He wouldn’t be able to understand, of course, but that doesn’t stop him from finding beauty in your art. Sometimes, he’d look at the way you draw him, without the things he uses to cover up, just him in his most natural state, and wonder how you could make a monster like him look like a masterpiece.

He knows himself that artists always instil a lot of love into their artwork at the thought of you loving him so much that you exert effort and patience and time to draw him or paint him or sculpt him makes him fall even more in love with you.

gavin byrne ★ profile

Unlike the other two, Gavin isn’t surprised. He subscribes to the belief that there’s a higher power out there. Maybe not God (cus the Christians have ruined that for him completely) but there had to be some sort of fate, something that meant there was more to the world than just pure randomness.

After all, something had to bring you to him or him to you, right? You’re so perfect for him, so wonderful, his twin flame, his soulmate, the other half to his heart; there’s no way that was mere coincidence, right? 

So, of course he’s not surprised. You’re his muse after all. Something about you sitting pretty, doing ordinary mundane things, maybe even just breathing, brought passion to his chest and energy to his fingertips.

If he felt that way about you, if you could inspire so much love and adoration and creativity in him, why wouldn’t he do the same to you? In fact, if Gavin is with an artist, he pretty much expects it. After all, if you love him like you said you do, he’d definitely have to illicit the same emotions in you as you do in him.

The fact that he expects it doesn’t make it any less awe inspiring though. He’d look at every single piece of art you make as if God himself placed it with his giant glowing hand into Gavin’s hands. 

(Which, honestly, is accurate because, if Gavin didn’t know any better, he’d claim you were some higher being blessing him yourself)

Also, he’d totally collect every scrap he can get his grubby hands on. Like, yes, all of the yanderes would do the same but Gavin does it to an insane degree. He’d collect all of them and *gasp* display it at the tattoo shop for all to see. 

If you go in there when he’s tattooing a client, you’ll hear him babbling nonsense about your art. Something like:

Did you see that sketch of me? Yeah, it’s on a Chipotle napkin but it’s a fucking work of art, I swear. Yeah, my boyfriend did it. Yeah, he does that a lot. Why did I frame it? What do you mean why, it’s literally a masterpiece.It’s very embarrassing but it’s him and you loved him enough to memorise how to draw his hair, his freckles, the specific way his nose swoops, the way his eyes narrow, the way his lips quirk. How could he not be obsessed with the way you give your love physical form?

[tleavemealone]

She made it unrebloggable 😂

[yxami]

Not a request !! Just wanted to share

But ughhh- Imagine how cute it would be if reader is finally dating Yandere!Streamer. 😣😩

Like the viewers are DYING to know who this mystery girl behind the camera is. Occasionally, she makes her little cameos–a hand giving him his energy drink, a figure seen walking past in the background, a voice that’s obviously not from him– Seriously, who could this be???

The viewers concluded that it just might be his mom or sister.

But oh boy were they wrong.

He was streaming like usual and- Oh look! Here comes the mystery girl! What’s that? He turned towards her direction, causing half of his face to go off camera? What’s he doin-

Was that the familiar sound of a kiss?!?

He comes back to look at his screen only to see the chat being spammed with question marks.

Dunno, just a little brainrot. 💁‍♀️

So cuteee, if he were ever to pop up with hickeys from reader they’d probably freak out questioning whether he actually did have a girlfriend or not.

He prefers to keep reader private for her safety and mainly for the fact that he’s a greedy little bitch and wants you to only be his spectacle, not for his viewers that donate him their entire life savings.

Even if his readers were begging and whining for you to be shown he’d simply ignore the comments and make random shit to talk about.

Yandere streamer would likely still be as creepy as he was before, he’d act like your fan rather the other way around. He’d observe every face you made during the window’s of time the two of you had with his long lives, putting you into positions where he could admire your entire body.

Even if you were to cherish him as the idol and favorite streamer you used to see him as, he’d be double if not triple the amount of a fan for you. He’d give you money whenever you wanted, make you a mod in his streams if you wanted, and let you have full range on his server for his fans.

But only work as a normal person in his streams! “Never reveal yourself as my girlfriend, I don’t want people harassing you!” He’d always say.

He’d spoil you with beautiful clothes, including cute little dresses he would like to see you in, admiring your every move and the floor you walk on. He’d find ways to serve you when he wasn’t streaming.

For example, he’d learn how to cook from videos he saw and try to impress you with dinner after you come home from working, even learning how to massage sore places to relax you.

He’d basically treat you like his hardworking wife rather than a girlfriend.

[henrioo]

I'm the only guy who uses masculine pronouns who gets really pissed off when he reads a fanfic and it says GENDER NEUTRAL, so when you read it you simply find what

"Girlfriend" "My girl" "My woman" "Mama"

Like, bitch doesn't matter if you're using a neutral pronoun, the moment you use a feminine pronoun stop being a gender-neutral reader

But I think this only gets worse in smut fanfics

The person goes there and puts GENDER NEUTRAL AFAB READER

So if you're a person with afab who isn't cis, wow, a fanfic with my genitals but neutral pronouns so I don't have dysphoria or feel uncomfortable!

And guess what? Again you will find it there

"good girl" "my girl" "my woman" "my girlfriend" and blah blah

Look man, let's be honest, do you want to write solely for female and Afab readers? Okay, it's your right! You can do this completely at will and with a clear conscience

But for god's sake! DON'T PUT ON THAT YOU'RE A FUCKING GENDER NEUTRAL READER IF YOU'RE GOING TO EVENTUALLY USE FEMALE PRONOUNS

THAT'S NOT HOW IT WORKS, IF YOU WANT TO USE FEMALE PRONOUNS JUST SAY IT'S A FUCKING FEM READER, IT WILL SAVE US READERS WITH MALE OR NEUTRAL PRONOUNS FROM READING THIS

That's it, my outburst of personal hatred and at the same time an extra determination to write more male reader

Because besides having a lot of fem content, it seems that the creators who try to make it gender neutral are too stupid to understand how gender and neutral pronouns work

Just say it's a FEM reader, you're not gonna die if you do this asshole

[andiv3r]

Not to be that guy, but... hey he/they trans guys, I just wanna ask. Do you use "they" because it feels right... because it clicks as part of your identity... or because it doesn't hurt as much as she/her, so it must be okay.

And don't just evaluate this for they/them. Evaluate it for he/him as well. "I'm a guy so I have to use he/him" no the fuck you do not. Plenty of guys use they/them. Plenty of guys use she/her. Plenty use it/its/ve/vir/ce/cir and are still men. If he/him doesn't fit, you don't fucking have to use he/him and it doesn't make you any less of a man. You know that... right?

Also before this post starts an argument I am not pissing on he/they pronoun users I am simply reminding all you transmascs that there is no obligation binding you to those specific pronouns... a post I needed to see myself.

[gin-juice-tonic]

i dont know how many people who follow me played shovel knight but i still think the body swap feature they added was very neat... basically it started as a standard gender-swap where all the male knights were just going to have female versions

But then they decided to let you pick and choose who you wanted swapped. And they added in the choice for whichever pronouns you wanted the knight to have, which were not bound to whichever sprite you were having them use. (ie. you could use the "female" version of the sprite but give the character "male" pronouns.) They added gender neutral pronouns eventually too.

It was a nice way to modernize the gender-bend type concept I think.

[trashytoastboi]

ooh, I'm in the mood for some tasty angst, yes ma'am/sir/mx! can I request an angsty scenario (for the 1,000 follower event, of course!) with the prompt #3 and the overall theme of a love that was returned but not meant to be? Is it alright to continue this in another post too if needed be since my request is a bit specific and the word limit is there? Anyway, it has a male alpha reader and beta Aizawa in love with one another and sharing acknowledged feelings for one another (cont. in next ask)

Heyya! 🍞🍀 sure thing! Sorry its been such a long wait, hope you enjoy~

(Male Pronouns)

1000 Follower Event!

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Scenario: ABO AU! Male! Alpha! Reader x Beta! Aizawa - #3. Arranged marriage/bonding.

“I was bawling, In some things you just can't help from falling. And all of your wisdom only makes me feel like I...I don't deserve the freedom. To love with my own heart. To care for another more than myself. To love with my own heart. To care for another more than myself. The love that we stole.” - Love That We Stole by Bears Den

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Word count: 4,096 words

☕Aizawa Shota☕

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{Name} paused outside the restaurant. Taking a quick once over to make sure his hair and outfit were in tip top shape for his date. He stepped into the restaurant looking at the interior. The warmth from the heaters and the smell of delicious dishes that drifted from the kitchens were enticing. {Name} stopped to speak to the host, confirming the table that had been reserved under his name. Being led to the prepared table with a wonderful view, a little closer to the back and further from the other tables. It was the same table from the first date they had. Something closer to a fond memory that he hoped to share with his partner. {Name} settled at the table, looking around to count all the things that had changed since the last time they had been there together. {Name} arrived a little earlier than the initial meeting time, mostly to make sure everything could be as good as it could get. His face lightened up with a bright smile when he saw Aizawa stepping into the entrance of the restaurant. {Name} felt tempted to stand up and wave at his partner to catch his attention, however opted to smile, stand and pull the chair out for Aizawa. Aizawa greeted {Name}, an evident spark in his tired eyes at the sight of him. {Name} pushes the seat back to the table, and Aizawa couldn’t help himself from feeling bashful over his actions. {Name} thus far had been the only one who went so far for Aizawa and truly kept a very gentlemanly demeanor towards his partner. Aizawa felt spoiled and appreciative for this, never before had he been treated with such endearment and affection. No matter how long they had been in the relationship; the gentle affections and kindness that radiated from the overflowing love {Name} has for him always catches Aizawa off guard.

After a breath and stutter on the conversation, an adjustment to the atmosphere and a moment to fully settle in. The two finally find their pace and exchange some light greetings, albeit a bit awkward but the conversation flows naturally and without pause. Aizawa takes a look around the interior, seemingly counting all the things that differed from the last time. A very similar action to what {Name} had done as soon as he arrived. {Name} silently watched Aizawa with a content expression, following his eyes and trying to discern his thoughts. Even without realizing it, {Name} beamed with happiness just by being in Aizawa's company.

“Do you remember our first date?” Aizawa inquired, turning his attention back to {Name} and disrupting his little happy bubble. {Name} chuckled, “How could I forget?” he paused, took a sip of his drink and fondly reminisces through his thoughts. “I kept asking you to go out with me every single time I saw you. Although, you always refused until one day you finally said yes.” {Name} shook his head as if to think of the occasion and his actions of his youth as a little silly when he thought of his sheer persistence. “You act as if it was ages ago. Its only been three years.” Aizawa chirped. {Name} raised an eyebrow, “Only” he mused. Aizawa cleared his throat “If I’ll give you points for anything, it's for tenacity.”

“I admit, I was a bit adamant. Though can you blame me? Someone as amazing you just wandering into my life and suddenly I experienced something like love at first sight.” {Name} adverted his eyes and felt himself growing shy from his words especially when seeing Aizawa with that self satisfactory smile. “I was so happy I really thought my heart would burst then and there.”

The conversation halts while the two run through the memories of the time. Thinking back to what they were doing, what did they say? How did they feel? How did they survive those few too many awkward encounters.

“Still, I remember worrying about how I would dress that day. You know how surprised I was when you showed up in a suit and with a bouquet?” Aizawa gestured, exaggerating just how big the bouquet really was. “What can I say? I wanted to woo you the right way.” {Name} rubbed the back of his neck, paired with a slight nervous chuckle. “Your awkward charm definitely did the trick.”

Conversation followed a strange pattern of reminiscing, most likely due to the location. After sharing dinner and unintentional participation in the quiz night neither of them planned for. {Name} and Aizawa came out with the third place prize and got a round of drinks on the house. After paying and leading the way, {Name} walks ahead to open the door for Aizawa as he steps through and reciprocated by holding the door for {Name}. The two take a leisurely walk down the stretch of road that leads to the park. Their hands entwined and warm while the peaceful stroll helps the food from their meal settle.

Aizawa looked at the hand that held his own. His brow creased in thought. It is an unfortunate truth, seeing that their relationship did not have to be completely hidden…However, the possibility of being able to be completely open about it was not something the two could take lightly. And thanks to the countless years of society setting up the margin and standard of what rules could dictate society under the prevalent guise of ‘normality.’ Resulted in a standard and norm even towards relationships. Betas and betas; alphas and omegas. Simple as that, nothing more and nothing less was allowed outside of that box. Taking a step from normality made a person a deviant, or strange in general consensus. Take a step further and the topic in question was deemed as taboo and thus gave it the highest shame society could possibly attach to a matter.

Being one of those who broke the taboo were treated as outcasts who had broken the worst law possible. Of course, there was no such law in legal terms that bound people to this manner of thinking. It was simply conditioned into them. And following these rules, leads to the silent stress that burnt at the back of their minds. {Name} and Aizawa were nurturing that so called “forbidden" love. {Name} being an alpha, and thanks to his family he could even be considered one of the elite; and Aizawa, a beta. Social class aside as if to make the situation more dramatic than it already had been, the two were breaking the taboo of relationships between betas and alphas. Thankfully those close to Aizawa were open to change and progression, seeing him in love with an alpha wasn’t gossiped about. Nor made a topic of public disagreement, but rather everyone had only wished him the best.

{Name’s} situation, sadly was not so fortunate. His family strictly upheld these “laws", to reiterate on his family being one of the elite families of society means they had used their influence to play a big part in shaping this mindset. Protecting what they believed to be natural and normal. On the outside many might have not seen this as the case. {Name's} family, along with the other age old high alpha families abolished the idea of an individuals secondary gender dictating ones social class. This gave rise to equal opportunity for betas and omegas alike to rise in the ranks of society and participate in the upper sections. For all intents and purposes this became a great course of action, as to why they strictly banished the thought of other forms of progression was unknown. {Name} could only speculate and put it down to selfishness and convenience. After all, an elite family supposedly grows stronger with the next promising generation. And he grimaced at the thought that his life was dictated by the matter of acting like a breeding bull to ensure an heir to continue the family.

Such as the elite alpha families who proudly produced generation after generation of good alphas. Were joined by elite omega families who seemed to have the same phenomenon. Because of this, marriages were often arranged and agreed upon between these families for omegas and alphas. As well as the beta families who would have marriage between the majority of high and middle class beta families.

The date had ended after spending some time together in the park. Aizawa had mentioned having papers to grade and {Name} did not want to keep him out longer than necessary. Knowing Aizawa, had they spent a much longer time out together he might have had to stay up the whole night to finish his workload. He sent Aizawa off with a peaceful smile, he seemed to always be smiling around him. Even Aizawa had noticed it. It was rare to see {Name} without a smile whenever they were around each other. {Name} watched as Aizawa left, sticking his hand into his pocket and feeling the object he concealed so carefully. “Looks like I couldn’t ask him today either…”

{Name} arrived home, leaving his shoes at the door and smiling. Feeling rather elated from the date he just had, he was quickly made aware of an uncharacteristically cold feeling in the house. An underlying tension that seemed to swallow him up the moment he walked in.

{Name} got called to a family meeting. Usually families meetings did not occur unless there was big news or a matter that needed discussion, or in this case… intervention. {Name} visibly looked surprised to see many empty seats, for a family meeting it felt scarce. The only ones present were his parents, and himself. Cautiously trying to get a read of the room, he stepped in and took the free seat directly across from his parents. His father had an otherwise smile on his face. It was not evil, nor cold but felt very out of place to the mood of the room. His father slid something across the table for him, two folders with unknown contents and {Name} who felt reluctant to pick them up, looked at them with a questioning expression. He slowly reached his hand out to the and the first file held a photograph of a dainty and sweet looking lady. The next few pages were information like a printed dating profile, explaining her name and age. Her hobbies, talents and aspirations. Most importantly the information it had listed her secondary gender as “Omega.” {Name} smiled bitterly at the folder, and misunderstand the reason behind the smile his mother quickly chirped “There is a second folder my dear.”

He didn’t know if he was expecting anything else, the second folder held another photo. This time of a very beautiful man, the folder had a layout like the first. Name, age, hobbies, talents, aspirations and secondary gender listed as “Omega.”

{Name} felt perplexed. Perhaps that was the wrong way to explain it, he knew. He knew exactly what the situation entailed and still hoped that by playing the fool he would not have to face it.

“Those are your fiancé candidates. We promised a reply by the end of the week so you have more than enough time to decide which one you like better. Take your time and read carefully.” His mother explained in such a honeyed voice, there was not a single trace of malevolence in it. But her intentions still hurt.

“F-Fiance?” {Name} stammered, trying to calm down. “Your mother and I met them both. They’re quite lovely omegas. We think that their temperaments suit you quite well. No matter who you choose, we think you’ll get along.” {Name} tried to mull over their words, trying to figure out his next sentence. Maybe they didn’t know? Would they be understanding? Would the situation be different if he explained that he is in love with someone already? “I…can’t get married. I’m in a relationship.” he explained calmly wanting to shout but kept his head and tried to further the discussion. “That beta?” the offhand comment from his mother surprised {Name}, even more so with the present hint of disdain in her expression and voice. “We know. However you’ll be engaged by the end of the week, so break things off with him properly. If you still can’t decide on a fiance, we will do it for you.” {Name} could not believe it, so much for discussion. The cold and firm way his father delivered his words made him realize that discussion was not possible. “You’re the ones who decided this marriage without my consent! Why should I have to break off my relationship?!” {Name} raised his voice, evidently surprising his parents. “Dear, are we not here trying to get your consent for who you will marry?” {Name} felt as if he were speaking to a wall when his parents made a decision. The underlying message o their words and expression seemed to tell him to stop acting like a child. “If it gets out that you are dating a beta, you will be fine. But will he be fine in the fallout? Is he not a public figure? Reputation matters a lot to people like that.” His father spoke calmly, unfazed by the fact that {Name} raised his voice.

{Name} almost choked on his words “Are you really going to do this?” on the surface it may have seemed as if his father were giving him sound advice. The truth remained that embedded in those cold words of advice was an underlying threat. His parents show no need to get angry. They already know what the outcome will be. {Name} sighs, standing up and retrieves his shoes before slamming the door harshly as he leaves. His hands shake from rage with no way to express it. Was it truly only rage? No matter how much he wanted to deny it, fear seemed to be outweighing his anger. {Name} picked up the phone, with a moment of hesitance before he calls Aizawa. Even though they had seen each other earlier in the evening, the entire mood from then had shifted. Aizawa picked up the phone when he saw the name. The moment he heard {Name's} voice, the shaking and straining in the few words that he struggled to get out. {Name} was upset, more than he had ever heard before. Aizawa could tell {Name} was dancing around what he wanted to ask, and took the initiative to invite him over. {Name} truthfully was already heading to Aizawa, the trip dragged on while he stalled and tried to calm his heart as much as he could. There were too many thoughts he could not articulate, too many thoughts that created a mess in his head that he couldn’t organize. Is there any way in this mess he and Aizawa could find the happy outcome?

{Name} knocked onto he door softly, it opened quickly to reveal Aizawa who must have been waiting. Despite keeping a calm expression, {Name} could see it on his face, Aizawa looked worried. He cranks out a weak smile to try and ease Aizawa's worries. Aizawa invited {Name} in, closing the door behind him and quickly pulled {Name} into a hug. “What’s wrong?”

{Name} sighed again, he wished to bide his time and try to avoid answering for as long as possible. He knew that its not a topic that can be avoided. Aizawa guides {Name} over and they take a seat. {Name} carries a sad smile, honesty will be the best approach. Half truths will only lead to a more painful conclusion. “My parents…Arranged my engagement. I’ll have a fiancé by the end of the week regardless of my choice.” When the words left this mouth, {Name} almost felt the bitter irony of wanting to laugh at the matter as if it were a bad joke. Aizawa however, remained silent. His expression unchanged but felt the heavy feeling that stirred in his chest. “I told them to break it off because I’m already with someone…” Aizawa placed his hand over {Name's} hand to comfort him and also brace himself for what {Name} was about to say. “They already knew about you…” {Name} finished what he had been saying, the shaking of his hands seemed to already indicate to Aizawa that it was not a fond conversation. He could infer from {Name's} attitude that his family wasn’t happy about them being together.

“I tried to tell them that I wouldn’t marry anyone else. They brought us up and mentioned if our relationship came out…it could really affect your reputation and work. How could they stoop so low? I got so angry and just-"

Aizawa couldn’t confirm nor deny what his family claimed would be the end result of announcing their relationship. It was certain many would look down on it. {Name} looked frustrated, an uncharacteristic look to see on him. This truly is a tough position to be caught in. {Name} truly loves his family, and this is the first time that they had ever been so obstinate about any situation. Their firmness might have stemmed from the resolve to try give their son what was best, and turn him away from a difficult path. The truth of the matter remained, if {Name} stayed with Aizawa, then he would face countless judgements, insecurities and difficulties. There was no such thing as walking the flowery path. Aizawa considered the possibility, maybe they were the ones who were actually right in their desire to protect {Name} against difficulties in their own way. Aizawa could not offer any comforting words when his thoughts offered no comfort to himself. In spite of hoping to be with {Name}, having a typical happily ever after even if it were not as picturesque… he still thought it were a possibility. There was no easy way, no road that led them to the storybook happily ever after… and no path without strife.

In this situation, no matter what {Name} chose - he is going to lose something. Aizawa had settled into his life, although he could pick up his roots and leave anytime he felt would be good. Running away and eloping, certainly a dramatic solution to come to, but it presented possibility. However {Name} was different from him, {Name} truly loved his family and being able to say goodbye in such a manner. Even if it would not be forever, but {Name} could not bring himself to do that. And in doing so, he will lose Aizawa, is what Aizawa's thoughts had convinced him of.

Aizawa stared at the floor all the while lost in his head. {Name} seemed able to read the thoughts that his partner was running through. {Name} conjured a little smile, seeing how worry Aizawa is for his sake. Aizawa's internal questions were interrupted by feeling {Name's} hand placing something into his. The moment he laid eyes on the box, he knew exactly what lay inside. Aizawa realized that he truly underestimated just how much {Name} loves him. {Name} held Aizawa's hand, leading it to his mouth and kisses it softly. “I only ever wanted to marry the one I really love.” As soon as the words left his mouth, the frustration that had no escape, came out in the form of tears. Aizawa hated to see him in such a state, he seemed so conflicted and torn by everything. He knew that if he accepted the ring, {Name} would give up so much to be with him. Somehow, Aizawa could not bring himself to do that to {Name}. He chose not to open the box, seeing it would have shaken his heart and swayed him from the decision he had just made. Imagining {Name} smiling and pacing up and down the store, looking at every display case and carefully considering which ring he would give to Aizawa. Indeed, a lovely thought. One that now turned painful when this is the outcome. Aizawa gently, reluctantly placed the box back into {Name's} hand. “I’m…I’m sorry" he stated sadly unable to conjure any other words.

{Name} nodded his head, he knew his words would not change Aizawa's mind. The decision was made, {Name} felt drained. His sole reason for fighting against everything and everyone had ended. There was no longer a reason to fight. He could resign himself to whatever outcome quietly.

Aizawa comforted him, held him and yet not a single word was uttered between the two. {Name} placed his hand on Aizawa's face, and kissed him. This kiss had been different from every one they shared before, they both knew the reason for it. Instead of the lingering warmth that would usually bring a hint of shyness, turned cold quickly when its meaning was one of goodbye. {Name} smiled, an odd expression on his face that couldn’t be deciphered between exhaustion or sadness.

The moment {Name} left, Aizawa was the one to fall into frustration. Hitting the wall and cursing silently. Even with the surge of tears pricking his eyes. He wasn’t as transparent and honest with the more complex feelings he would experience. Unlike {Name} he refused to let himself cry or find comfort, his eyes traveled to where they had been sitting together moments earlier. He noticed the box on the table…clearly intentional that it had been left there. After all, the ring was intended for Aizawa anyway. Whether he kept it, threw it away, kept it out of sight or wore it was all up to him.

{Name} returned home, depressed and with no energy to argue about anything. He simply nodded his head, and got dragged around by everyone else over the arranged marriage endeavor. For a person known for their bright personality, and ever present smile…many seemed to doubt if the accounts of {Name} were really true. Even his fiancé had been intimidated by his stern and cold expression. {Name} barely spoke beyond one or two words and never showed a hint of a smile, nor happiness towards anything.

Months, maybe even more accurately to say a little over a year had passed. Aizawa fiddled with the ring on his finger, sitting in the teachers room and originally planned to nap but the news reached him. The students and even some staff had been talking about some very popular wedding. Aizawa didn’t care much for tabloids and gossip, though this could be an exception. The glimpse he caught of the cover of the magazine he saw another teacher reading really caught his attention. The cover held a picture, and a headline announcing the marriage between some of the elite alpha and omegas families. The photo had {Name} and the omega in question. Poised, dignified and distant is the feeling he got from the image of {Name}. The stern expression he held, without a single ounce of happiness. Every photo that was presented in those glossy pages seemed to show the same {Name} who seemed annoyed to be there, if not stern or annoyed then his photos made him look tired and disinterested. Aizawa looked at the image as if he had been looking at a stranger, a stranger with very foreign expressions. The omega happily smiled at his side in every photo and everyone seemed genuinely happy for the couple.

Aizawa tossed the magazine down, and felt conflicted more than upset. Or perhaps they were on equal lengths to the mess of emotions that he felt in this moment and the unpleasant bitterness it left. Its been more than a year since the last time they saw each other, or even spoke to one another. Aizawa believed it would be easier to forget if he did not remain a lingering presence in {Name's} life, and so they decided to cut all ties. Something seemed to tell Aizawa that was not what {Name} wanted. But it was for the best, or so he thought. Finally knowing how {Name} is doing, and seeing a stranger in his place left Aizawa with the onslaught of questions. Did he really make the right choice? {Name} looked miserable, and Aizawa felt miserable. Was his decision really the only one that he could have made in that moment? Could there have been a different outcome, one where everyone would have been happy? Did they not fight hard enough to find the alternative route? – No, that was a mistake. {Name} had fought…and continued fighting even then. “If I didn’t act like a coward would things have been different?”

“Did I really take the easy way out?” A question he asked himself over and over again. A question that would remain unanswered.

"You'll be loved, you'll be loved. Like you never have known and the memories of me will seem more like bad dreams. Just a series of blurs. Like I never occurred. Some day, you will be loved. - Someday You Will Be Loved by Death Cab for Cutie

[rpmsngs-a]

𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐏 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐏 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐒

[aromantic-diaries]

Do you ever look back at old OCs and think wow I created the most aromantic motherfucker in existence

[elizakai]

Reminder that Dreamtale Twins are canonically sexless beings who identify with male pronouns.

yk what that means troops~💫

[waterlilyvioletfog]

No, like. The line immediately after “crown him with many crowns” is “as saints before him fall”. Like yeah haha puns bc Corona means Crown and Corona’s new name is Crown. But specifically that line. Immediately followed! By the promise of saints kneeling before the crowned. but also ‘fall’ has connotations of a) love and b) death. Cainabeth and Abella…….

[skyberia]

néphos/astarion stuff from... the recent past

[starch1ldz]

Spencer Reid and theater kid reader. He doesn't really get exposed to it until you move in together, and even then it takes a while. He comes home from a case one day to find you in the kitchen singing along to Hamilton(or a musical of your choosing) and he just gets so confused, but he falls more in love with you anyway. He thinks it's incredibly endearing, the way you pour your heart into it. He comes into the kitchen and wraps himself around you, his arms around your waist and his head on you shoulder. You laugh and he urges you on to continue, a big smile on his face

[mtfman]

ive only been with my ftm gf for a few days irl & today she already wore makeup for me just bc i said i find it so hot when a blowjob ruins a girl's makeup... shes so desperate to please me, i know it won't be long before i detransition this cunt and turn her into a full time bimbo slut. & she used to complain about dysphoria so often too 😵‍💫 a real man's cock can fix any ftm