#overbinding tw

[i-may-be-an-emu]

I bind with 2 sporta bras most days and I kinda accidentally bound for way too long the other day and now my chest kinda gets super sore after a day of just wearing a loose-fitting sports bra (with a shirt too) and like im kinda worried. Its like an achey stab in my left side just above my chest and next to my armpit and i was wondering if anyone has any experience with this kinda stuff and like could tell me what to do/when it will go away (if it will)??

[creatur3-featur3]

not me overbinding for like 3-4 hours but not feeling a single thing-

[themarauderer]

hi so this is one of my one-shots that can be found on ao3 (same handle as mine here) and yeah this one is called Ribs Get Tired. (The title comes from the song Ribs by Lorde) and it’s about trans reg overbinding AGAIN. TW for gender dysphoria and reckless binding :) (I am trans so this is partially from my own experiences remember folks do NOT bind with ace bandages)

Regulus’ schedule was very hectic. The slug club, quidditch team, being the top student in his grade, dating someone in secret, hiding that secret from your brother, your brother finding out after you move in with said person. Regulus had a LOT on his hands ok? So if he sometimes forgot to take his bandages off it isn’t really his fault. If he passed out in the quidditch changing rooms because of it, it isn’t really his fault. If he doesn’t tell James about it that’s maybe a little bit of his fault but still! If him and James are making out in an abandoned classroom and James stops because he feels his bandages which means he’s worn them longer than he was supposed to, that’s James’ fault. If James lifts regulus’ sweater and sees the bruises around his ribcage and his jaw drops, that’s James’ fault. If regulus is getting scolded by his boyfriend right now, that might be a bit of his fault.

“Regulus! What is this?” James says exasperatedly. Regulus rolls his eyes and pulls his sweater back down, “I just forgot sunshine! Now can you please get your lips back on my neck?” He’s really tired of always being babied. He can take care of himself! “Regulus take them off now. How long have you had them on?!” James says worriedly starting to undo the bandages before Regulus grabs his wrist. “James don’t you fucking dare. I’ve had them on for a couple days so what?! It’s not like it was on purpose!” He says angrily. They both know that’s a lie. Regulus lets out a cough and groans. “Regulus. Take. It. Off. Do I need to ask barty how practices were?” James tells him sternly. He lets out a sigh, “God James can you not for a minute?! I’m literally going through something right now. And you don’t have to ask him I’ll tell you that I passed out in the changing rooms.” He looks down and is already bracing for the response that is coming. Living practically your whole life being told you’re an abomination and being literally tortured by your parents does that to you. It gets kinda frustrating honestly. Being scared of every scream, every loud noise. He waits for the impact but nothing comes. He looks up confused and sees tears in James’ eyes. “Potter are you crying?” He says incredulously. James pulls him quickly into a hug and says something he didn’t expect, “of course I am Reg you binded for so long you passed out in the changing rooms. Baby I need to take you to the hospital wing I’m sorry.” Regulus panics he tries to argue but it’s no choice by the time he has the strength to argue James is halfway there. “Jamie please you know Sirius AND madam pompfrey will never let me hear the end of this” he says with a whine which is surprising because Regulus Arcturus Black does NOT whine. “Regulus you promised me and you broke that promise. Now you’re facing the consequences. I’m sorry love.” He says walking into the hospital wing. Regulus sighs. He KNEW this would happen eventually but he didn’t think it’d be so soon. “Why what do we have here? Mr. Potter carrying in Mr. Black? James care to explain to me what happened dearie? I know this one well enough to know he’ll cover up the full story.” Madam Pomfrey says looking straight at regulus. What? He can’t help it that he was groomed all his life to maintain a good image. Regulus looks up at James with a pleading look and his heart drops when he shakes his head and mouths ‘sorry’. “He’s had his bandages on for a few days. According to Barty and Regulus himself, he passed out in the quidditch changing rooms yesterday.” James says worriedly. Regulus would feel bad for James if he didn’t just rat him out. “Regulus Arcturus Black! You are to stay here for the rest of the afternoon under strict observation and I’m taking your bandages away for a bit. You know better than this young man. I am extremely disappointed regulus. You want your procedure correct? Then act like it! And no quidditch for a week.” She says sternly. He lets out a gasp, “poppy no! Please don’t do that please! I need them I need my bandages!!” It’s not regulus’ fault if he overbinds. It’s not Regulus’ fault he was born in the wrong body. It’s not Regulus’ fault he has dysphoria. But fine it is Regulus’ fault if his ribs are tired.

[cavedbat]

tw: self hatred, gender dysphoria, slight description of injuries (?)

stupid little vent ahead

i wish i could just be cis. i’ve been binding my chest almost every single day since i was like 14. it’s been 8 years. i’ve switched from binders to trans tape recently, but i’ve essentially destroyed my chest from both. in the 8 years i’ve been using binders, i’ve gone through phases of refusing to even take my binder off to sleep because it makes me so dysphoric and uncomfortable. and im pretty sure at one point ive broken a rib from overbinding. and now, using trans tape has helped, because it’s safe to sleep in. however, it’s ridiculous expensive, and as someone plus sized, it doesn’t work unless i use a decent amount. also, in learning how to use it properly, ive RIPPED my skin. RIPPED my SKIN. i’ve broken my bones, and scarred my body. because i can’t stand to look at myself with stupid tits.

[awstenknyght]

Real Enough For Me

A/N: this is totally not based on true events where i overbinded (overbound? idk) and had to run to school and also had marching band and almost passed out (but didn’t thankfully). also Race and Albert are in marching band because fuck you. 

Ship: Sprace

Warnings: overbinding, mild swearing, passing out, i think that’s it

~

Race looked up from under the covers and winced. He had forgotten to take off his binder the night before and his chest was killing him. He rolled onto his side and checked his phone.

Shit.

It was already eight, too late to change. He grabbed his backpack and ran out the door, ignoring the pain in his chest and running to school. 

He made it to class just in time, taking in his seat and trying to control his breathing. This is fine, completely fine. He just had to make it through today, then he’d give his chest a break. It’s fine.

His breathing was finally back to normal when he realized what class he was in. Band. of course. He was barely paying attention, but he could barely make out the teacher saying to take out their instruments and head to the football field.

Double shit.

Of course they were going to be marching that day. He took a deep breath and pulled out his flute, putting it together and beginning to follow the class outside, but h was stopped by Albert. 

“Dude, you okay? You look like you’re gonna pass out.”

“I’m fine Al. just a bit tired”

Albert looked at him skeptically. “You’re not binding, are you? You're not supposed to bind if you’re doing physical activity, and you already walked here. I swear to god, if i need to forcibly remove that binder from you-”

Race cut him off. “I said i’m fine! Now hurry up, I don't wanna get yelled at.”

Albert didn’t seem ready to give it up, but he let the other boy go anyway. Race rushed off to join the class.

Triple shit.

As soon as they began playing, he felt himself getting lightheaded. Before he knew it, everything was black.

***

Race opened his eyes and groaned at the amount of light. He looked around. He was in the nurse’s office, lying on one of the cots. And he wasn’t alone.

Standing in the doorway was none other than Spot Conlon.

“What do you want?” Race groaned irritably.

“For my boyfriend to stop overbinding and not pass out,” Spot retorted. Then his voice took a softer tone. “You had me worried, pretty boy. How long were you wearing that thing?”

Race looked away, ashamed. “Well i kinda forgot to take it off last night so...” he trailed off.

“Racer!”

Race winced. “I’m sorry. I just want to be a real boy.”

“Hey look at me,” Spot said, sitting next to the smaller boy. “You’re real enough for me, okay?”

Race nodded and cuddled into his boyfriend’s chest. He didn’t fully believe it, but was still good to hear. “Promise?”

“Promise.”

~

There you go. Hope you like it <3

[lovingtheanimal]

girl help i’m overbinding and i can’t take my binder off because i’m at my grandmothers

[nixxy-can-draw]

OH FUCK IVE BEEN BINDING TOO LONG NOW MY RIBS FUCKIN HURT

[stardropsandrain]

Do you got anymore obey me with trans reader/mc hc or anything like that? Really liked that Lucifer one a lot and would love to see other characters.

Beelzebub HC w/ trans masc MC

TW!!; Mentions of dysphoria, l-bomb, overbinding, period

Warning; Pre surgery and pre t

Please do enjoy

I have to start with dysphoria because this demon is pro at doing everything to try and make you feel better

Brings you your favourite food and lets you steal any shirts, hoodies, etc you want, as long as he gets to steal one of yours back.

Calls you pretty/handsome/lovely etc and gives you all the adoration and love he can

"You're so lovely," A kiss on the nose "I love you."

There's no way you'd be able to over bind with this demon around. You'll get home and he'll immediately coax you out of it

"I'll give you a cookie if you take it off," He'll offer, taking a bite of his offering right after. But how can you deny that face. He'll help you get comfortable and make some snacks

Having a really bad dysphoria day? He's at your beck and call. Anything you need he's there

You've been in your bed all day, ugly intrusive thoughts and lack of motivation keeping you there "Bee can you grab me a water pl-" he's already gone and comes back with two water bottles and a glass of ice all he wants in return is maybe a kiss but he's happy to do it for free

"Bee, can I have a hug?" Oh my gods this man would SMOTHER you "Of course!" And now your trapped in the most bone crushing, heart filling hug ever. What dysphoria? All that's on your mind is this amazing demon (that's a joke I know how bad dysphoria is)

He'll tell anything you want to hear as well. "You're amazing, I love you so much. I know how hard this is but if anyone can make it, you can handsome." Literally has you melting into a puddle of goo in bed

He also has food relating nicknames and pet names. "Hey cupcake," He'll mumbled into your chest, if you allow him to rest there, if not, your stomach while cuddling "I like your cologne."

You call him Bee, Beez, Beebs, Zebby and the normal assortment of love, honey and dear. And a few food themed ones too, but usually they joke names

"Hey frosted flakes," You'll greet Beelzebub as he enters the kitchen. He'll pout and huff "Cupcake that name is stupid..."

He loves cuddles, he loves nuzzling into your stomach if you don't like him on you chest, which he understands completely

If you're on your period he has a burger themed heated bead pillow for your stomach, craving foods at the ready, and lots of affirmations and kisses

Now he definitely struggles, but he does leave you alone if you ask "Beez, I need some alone time." "oh..., okay," He'll be sad, but perk up to not make you feel bad "That's okay! Take as long as you need!" And be on his way. But he'll sulk around when his brother see him "Whats wrong with him," Satan asked Belphegor while Beelzebub sat over a tub of ice cream with a frown "His 'cupcake' asked for some alone time and he's sad."

When you have had enough cool down, or just alone, time and he comes back he immediately "I love you, that was agony," He'll wine and kiss all over your face "are you feeling better?" You'll laugh and kiss his forehead before nodding "Thank you for being understanding Beez."

A/N; I literally love Bee writing for him is so easy he's such a sweetheart. I love doing requests too, so thank you so much anon for requesting!!

Good riddance and stay safe 🖤🖤🖤

[trans-reader-fics]

Guesses and Sweaters - 1 - Criminal Minds x Trans!Reader (he/him)

TW/CW: A lot of medical mentions (top surgery), mentions of the general chest area (I tried to keep it brief), light swearing (uncensored), mentions of a slur (not explicitly said), food/drink mentions, overbinding, bras, mentions of an unsupportive family

Summary: When (y/n) makes a request for some personal time, he’s faced with coming out to the team. Nobody can hide from the BAU’s resident genius, especially not when (y/n) turns guessing the request into a game. This will be a series, because I’m some 2000 words in and there’s no end in sight. If y’all want, I can make alternate endings for the reader getting together with different characters. 

***note: in this and any future parts to this story, italics will mean it’s a text. also, please just pretend that this takes place more recently. it’s set somewhere around s5, since that’s where I am in the series.

Part 2

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I rocked back and forth in my chair, nervously awaiting Hotch’s approval of my requested personal time. After years of waiting, I had finally, finally gotten an appointment for top surgery. I had wanted it since I was a teenager, but between college and joining the FBI, there hadn’t been the free time or disposable income.

“Hey,” Spencer Reid smiled and waved as he walked past me. “You good?”

“Yeah,” I replied with a smile. “Yeah, just waiting for Hotch to approve something” I settled for drumming my fingers on my desk, since the chair’s squeaking began to bother me.

Spencer pulled up a chair, resting his head on the stack of files I had yet to finish. “What’s he approving?” He cocked his head excitedly.

I laughed and shook my head “How about this. You have till midnight tonight to guess what he’s approving.”

“(y/n),” he groaned, rolling his eyes playfully. “Fine. How many hints do I get.”

“Two.”

“Wow, you really think I’ll need two?” Spencer laughed, making me smile slightly. “Must be a hell of a request.”

I shrugged, picking absentmindedly at my nails. “Want a hint yet?”

“Um, are you or someone you know in trouble?” He guessed, seemingly randomly. Then again, he’s the boy genius of the BAU. Nothing he does is random.

“Nope,” I stood up when he saw Hotch walking down the stairs, heading over to meet him halfway. I playfully tapped Spencer on the head with a pencil as I passed him, and he rubbed his head, faking woundedness. “Hey, Hotch.” I whispered, glancing around awkwardly. “Is that my request?”

“Yes,” he stated. “What kind of surgery did you say it was again?”

I took a deep breath. I couldn’t lie to my boss, even though this was the most awkward way to explain top surgery to someone. “Well, sir,” I started. “Remember how I disclosed some personal information to you when you were running my background check?”

Hotch nodded, knowing vaguely where this was heading.

“I’m having surgery to remove my...chest . It’ll be beneficial for me physically and mentally.” I sighed, resting my hand behind my neck sheepishly. “I should only need a few weeks off, and I’ll have to take it easy after, but I can come back.”

He smiled, handing me the file. “I won’t tell anyone. That’s up to you. Will you need someone to help you in recovery?”

“Yeah,” I paused. “Yeah, I’m supposed to have someone there for the first week or two, but I don’t really have anyone, so I’ll make due.” If I had any family willing to help me, I’d go to them, but that wasn’t really an option. They cut me off during college, when I started transitioning medically.

“I’m sure that between everyone in this unit, we’ll have enough spare time to help you out.” He patted me on the back in an almost fatherly way. “That is, if you’d be comfortable with that.”

“I’ll figure it out,” I smiled. “Besides, I have a month to plan.”

“(y/n),” Spencer jogged up to me, resting a hand on my shoulder. “Oh, hi Hotch.”

“Hello,” Hotch nodded and retreated back into his office.

“Is it for a medical reason?”

“Is that hint number two?” I smiled, elbowing him playfully.

“I guess so,” Spencer remarked, following me back to my desk. “Is it?”

“Yes,” I sat down, starting to file my paperwork. “Okay, time for you to guess. You only get to ask specific questions now.”

He reluctantly turned to sit in his own spot, to either do his work or think up ideas. I wasn’t entirely sure if he would get it, considering I hadn’t come out to the team. They just assumed that I was cis, and I was grateful for that, but that would make coming out now all the more awkward.

Periodically, Spencer would interrupt their quiet work with a guess. “Are you getting bloodwork done?” “Are you being hospitalized?” “Is it for mental health?” As midnight approached, the questions slowed down.

“Want one more hint?” I asked with a light chuckle. I was so deep in the closet that even the genius Spencer Reid couldn’t guess that I was trans, although I had admittedly gone to great lengths to hide it.

“Is it a surgery to remove something?” He asked with confidence, knowing that if the answer was yes, it would significantly reduce the potential options.

“Yep,” I leaned back in my chair, popping the ‘p’ while staring at the ceiling.

The guesses resumed at an unholy pace, ranging from tumors to hernias to a vasectomy. I kept refuting the guesses, watching the confusion unfold. The clock ticked to midnight, and he wheeled his chair over to my desk. “So,” he stared at the request lying on the desk. “What’s the request for?”

“Well,” my voice was hushed and I looked around the office nervously, seeing the other people working in relative quiet. I knew that Spencer could be quiet about something like this, so I figured that it’s safe to come out. “I’m having top surgery.”

“Top surgery?” He looked puzzled, awkwardly glancing between my face and my torso. “Isn’t that a surgery for transgender people?”

I laughed softly, rolling my eyes. “God, for a genius, you’re so dumb sometimes. Yes, it’s a surgery for trans people. That would be because I’m trans.”

“You,” he paused, staring into space for a moment. “Should I be using different pronouns?” He asked quietly, almost apologetically.

I leaned forward, hugging him loosely, feeling him lean into the embrace. “No, hon. You’re all good. I’m a trans man, meaning I was assigned female at birth. Top surgery will remove my,” I paused awkwardly, deciding to leave it at that. I never really knew how to explain top surgery without making the conversation uncomfortable.

“(y/n), you know you could’ve told us sooner, right?” He glanced up at my face, before staring at his shoes. “We’d all accept you.”

“I appreciate that, love,” I ruffled his hair and he smiled. “But it doesn’t always go over well, so I figured I would keep it under wraps. Now, go home. It’s late. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Alright,” he mumbled, putting away his things and heading out. I stayed a little longer, finishing all of my work half an hour later. I looked up to see Hotch still in his room, and I walked up to check on him. I knocked twice before popping my head in. “Hotch?”

“Yes, (y/n)?” He stared up, exhaustion clear in his eyes.

“Go home, sir. Get some rest. God knows you need it.” I didn’t break eye contact with him until he sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.

“I’ll go soon. Goodnight, (y/n).”

“Goodnight sir.”

When I got home, the first thing I did was rush to take off my binder. I had gotten into the habit of wearing a binder one size too large, and taking regular breaks whenever I could, but I had zoned out while doing paperwork and forgot. “Shit,” I groaned, knowing that I might have to try and hide my chest without a binder tomorrow. “Maybe I’ll get lucky and it won’t ache too bad tomorrow.” I took a quick shower, opting not to wash my hair, and collapsed into bed.

The next morning, I regretted not setting a timer to stretch during lunch. Despite that, I pulled on my binder, making a note to shove a sports bra in my bag, just in case. I shuffled through my closet, trying to find an outfit that would mask my lack of binder, if it came to that. I settled on a slightly large sweater and a black jean jacket. I knew it would be able to mask my figure well enough, now all I had left to do was hope that nobody would question me.

I wasn’t running late for once, so I stopped for a coffee at a small shop in the subway. I made it halfway through my order before I heard someone shout a slur at me, and I froze. Forcing myself to take a breath, I stumbled through the rest of my order and stood in the corner, waiting. “Oh shit,” I whispered, shrugging off my messenger bag and taking off my jacket. I grabbed the wrong black jean jacket. Not the one that would be suitable for work at the BAU, but the one that I had painted a trans flag on the back of. “Shit, shit, sh-”

“Hey,” I looked up to find Spencer holding out my coffee. “I was a couple people behind you. They just called your order out.”

I smiled nervously, trying not to start hyperventilating. “Oh,” I whispered breathlessly, taking the coffee. “Thanks.” Without missing a beat, he undid the buttons on his light brown cardigan, wrapping it around my shoulders, and picked up my bag.

“I can hide the jacket for you. Just say you forgot yours when you get to the office.” I blushed, taking a sip of my coffee.

“Won’t you be cold? The air condition is always blasting in the office,” I awkwardly pointed out as the two of us walked into the subway, taking the last empty seats next to each other.

“I keep extras in my desk,” He smiled, handing me back my bag and taking the coat. “Just trust me. Are you binding today?” He looked at me, worry evident on his face.

“I mean, yeah,” I grumbled, wrapping the cardigan around me like a blanket. He was taller than me, and therefore it was large on me, but it was pleasant. “It’s fine though, I’ll remember to take breaks.”

“You didn’t take any yesterday,” he remarked, making me roll my eyes.

“Yeah, and? I’ve been doing this for almost a decade now. Trust me, I’ve done worse.” The look of dismay on his face made me regret the harsh way I phrased it. “Shit, Spence. Sorry. That was blunt. Look, I know my limits, ok? It might hurt a bit, but what’s done is done.”

“Yknow, I saw the guy who shouted at you earlier.” He changed the subject. “In the coffee line. I almost shot him,” He stared at me, showing no indications that he was joking.

“Good thing you didn’t. An FBI agent shooting someone in the subway, that wouldn’t go over well.” I stared at the lid of my coffee cup as the train came to a halt. “Our stop is next.” He nodded silently, folding the jacket neatly and fitting it into his bag.

“I’ll give it back tonight, okay? And I’ll take the train home with you.” He wrapped his arm around my shoulder. It was a little awkward, but in the moment, it was a quiet comfort.

“Thanks,” I mumbled, standing up as the train slows. “Hey, I’m sorry you have to deal with me today. If I hadn’t gotten the wrong jacket,” He cut me off.

“It’s not your fault.” He snapped, standing up to join me. “It wasn’t your fault.”

Instead of responding, I settled for staring at the graffiti on the other side of the subway station. The colorful patterns distracted me from the anxiety, but when the doors opened, we had to step out. It was a short walk from the station to Quantico, but it was so much louder than I remembered. Spencer held onto my shoulder the whole time, acting like he was some sort of protector.

It was nice. When we approached the main doors, he split off to take the stairs, while I opted to join Morgan in the elevator. “Hey,” I yelled to get his attention, and he held the door for me. “Thanks.”

“Woah there (y/n),” he smirked. “Is that the good doctor’s sweater I see?”

“Shut up,” I grumbled, trying to take a sip from my empty coffee cup.

“Alright, alright,” He laughed, strolling out of the elevator doors when they opened. I followed behind, freshly insecure about being in Spencer’s cardigan, but opting to pretend like everything was fine. I settled down to my paperwork as he walked in, showing no signs of having my jacket. He hid it, just as he had promised.

The work was boring, monotonous, punctuated by the occasional coffee break or a brief conversation. My phone buzzed quietly, and I checked my texts. 

Remember to take a break soon. It’s been a few hours. -S

I smiled, turning slightly to face him. He looked up from his phone and raised his eyebrows, nodding towards the bathroom. I rolled my eyes, but obliged nonetheless. I grabbed my bag, hoping that it wouldn’t look too out of place, and stepped into the restroom. Locking myself in a stall, I slipped my sweater off and tugged at the sides and front of the binder. I took a few deep breaths, making sure there were no sharp pains. I was fine for now, but I could tell that later in the day, it would get rough. I tugged my clothes back on, quietly walking out of the bathroom.

The rest of the day was uneventful. Spencer periodically sent me reminders to take a break, and I listened. When it got later, around eight at night, it was just the team left, and I groaned quietly. I could feel my body start to ache, and I knew that changing out of my binder would help, so I walked off to the restroom yet again. I sighed as I locked the stall door, knowing that without the large jacket, there was a chance that I wasn’t going to be as stealthy as I’d hoped. “It’s fine,” I grumbled. “I’m coming out to them anyways, right?”

Hey, I figured you’re changing. I’ve gotten them all into the breakroom for coffee. We should be in here for a few more minutes. Text me back when you want me to stop stalling. -S

I laughed as I pulled the sports bra out of my bag. He always knew. I hurried to pull on the rest of my clothes, adamantly ignoring the mirror on the way out. I glanced around the room, noting that it was entirely empty, and hurried to my desk. 

You, resident genius, are the absolute best.

Soon after, the team walked back into the room, coffee cups in hand. “You all look more tired than when I left,” I joked, and they turned back to look at Reid.

“Boy genius over there decided to wow us with statistics on how various foods will shorten your lifespan,” Emily sighed.

“He’s the life of the party,” Morgan said unenthusiastically, and I laughed as Spencer winked at me.

“That he is,” I joked. “That he is.”

[lovingtheanimal]

,,, did you overbind?

Guys how long is 6:45 am to 5:20 pm?

[frostironfudge]

EEEEP HI HERES MY FANCAST OF RUSH

i’ll probably have to send multiple parts bc tumblr only lets me use 10 pics per ask fmaghd

these might not make sense to others but they do in my head somehow so yeah

Pierce my beloved <33

i picture her as HoYeon Jung, i have since the very first chapter i read. idk she just gives me that vibe. i headcanon that Pierce dyed her hair epic red like in the first picture but when they had to move to a new safe house Lee dyed and cut it again for her. she was sad abt it’s bc she liked it. another headcanon of mine is that Lee absolutely loves dyeing their hair and they had finally convinced Pierce to dye it too after she refused to for a very long time. Lee convinced her by fantasising about hair dyeing dates together, that they would always do it for Pierce bc she likes it when Lee plays with/brushes/washes her hair. she still acted as if she was a tad averse to it bc she wanted to seem tough so the final blow to convince her was Lee kissing her stating that it would be handy so they’re less recognisable. Pierce couldn’t refuse :p

i see Lee as Addison Grace. perhaps a bit more masc. headcanon that they’ve had lots of different hairstyles regarding the brown hair with some bleached/dyed parts. like split dyes, under dyes etc etc. they also occasionally dyed it purple (not bright, more soft pastel like) and Pierce despised it. Tom helped Lee dye their hair on a few occasions, the first time he failed miserably and they had a wonky green/black split dye for weeks.

tw // using a binder for too long and dysphoria

i also headcanon that Lee wears binders and that Pierce and Tom keep track of how long they wear a binder a day. Tom once googled how binders work bc he was worried that it might be harmful with how tight it look around Lee’s chest during sparring, plus they ran out of breath a lot, had trouble breathing and would place a hand on their chest a lot. he found out it’s best to build up how long you wear a binder and not longer than 7-8 hours a day. since then Tom and Pierce and now Y/N as well help Lee with their binding and dysphoria so they don’t overbind and get rib damage. and they all lend them their big oversized hoodies for when Lee can’t wear a binder anymore that day :p when they’re sure they’re all safe and can live peaceful lives they help Lee get top surgery

various stages of how i imagine Tom. throughout the first phase of the story like the first picture, minus the jacket. maybe his hair was a bit more curly

around the time when miranda got more involved he started schaving less but still on occasion. so therefor the little goatee lmao

aaaand for past 7 or so chapter Toms warhorse interviews era where his hair was longer and he had more facial hair. his beard is a bit longer and his curls too but this is the closest. i cannot imagine 2022 Tom in any fic for the life of me, idk why (mAyBe it’s his declining hairline idk /j (was that harsh? it was i apologise))

i’ll do valarie, miranda, nico, veronica and cassandra (ew. why would i do that. eh i still have her a face in my head so i’ll just share that)

asp my phone is being a bit manky so if the photos mess up lmk so i can send them again oops

OMFGIUSDFSBFIBASDVBAIUEVIAERBVUAYERBVUYE HOLY MOLY THIS IS SO EXTENSIVE I WILL RESPOND TOO EACH ALSO IM CRYING AT THE HARDWORK AND LOVE YOU'VE GIVEN MY FIC TO GO TO THIS MUCH OF HARDWORK MY EYES ARE POURING TEARS DOWN. THANK YOU SO MUCH I LOVE YOU

also the pictures are very clear!!

Pierce:

IM MAKING THEIR HAIR DYEING DATES CANON. THIS IS TOO CUTE NOT TO HAPPEN.

(pierce can't refuse lee for shit) (lee knows and loves this to convince her for doing things even when she is being reluctant to seem tough - this one time they tried to convince her to buy this huge cotton candy)

pierce: listen i'm not buying that

lee: please? i'll shareee

pierce: you won't share and i will just end up having to chase you through a sugar rush.

lee: *pouts + kisses*

pierce: *holding up the huge thing**shaking her head as they begin eating most of it and are like an excited lil babie**she adores them none the less*

Lee:

i do agree on the multiple hairstyles

TW // bad home environment

in my head it is because in their original birth home environment their self expression was curbed so they would self express through their hair, when longer they would have intricate braids, have extensions to colour through, and highlight it, but because they were pushed to be a certain way and other things it was never how they wanted, so when they met up with Y/N the first thing she asked them was how they wanted their new ID photograph, I feel that is when they finally let go of their longer hair and then began experimenting with colour when they joined Pierce and Tom.

tw // the binder usage and dysphoria

this brought tears to my eyes honestly, i've always tried writing Lee to the best of my potential as true as they can be, i completely understand the struggle they went through and the fact that they now have a family who cares for them and allows freedom of expression and supports them so immensely just makes my heart burst with utter sheer joy.

Tom:

to a huge extent you're right about the various stages, he is more put together in the earlier aspects of the fic than the latter since things start getting beyond his control and the urgency of things take priority over how he presented himself, i thing from the middle when things begin tumbling around him he has the whole look from Kong Skull Island? Esp the bar scene where he has a beard and disheveled slightly? idk the whole fight scene was that gif playing on loop in my head

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im so excited to see who you come up with for the remaining characters!!!!! HONESTLY THANK YOU SO MUCH AGAIN 💖💜🥺

[shinsoussimp]

OK ok but how about Hawks comforting a trans male reader who’s going through a rough time with dysphoria! 🥺👉🏼👈🏼 🍄

a/n: here you go shroomie! thank you for requesting!! i hope you like it :D

a/n: requests are open :)

TW: Dysphoria, Overbinding

Hawks comforting his trans boyfriend when he feels dysphoric

you two were just sitting on the couch when you felt a sharp pain in your rib. you grit your teeth together but a small groan still escapes. even when trying your best to hide it keigo still heard you.

“what happened?” he looks at you with worry in his eyes. when you first came out to him as trans he was a little confused at first. he just didn’t know what it meant. after doing a ton of research he became your biggest supporter. and he was always on your tail about being safe during your transition.

“babe how long have you been binding?” he asks you sternly but not in anyway that would seem condescending. 

“not that long.” you lie as you get up to go get some water from the kitchen, but a hand on your wrist stops you.

“don’t lie to me.” he says, turning you around softly. “you’ve been binding all day haven’t you?” a flash of nervousness on your face gives you away, he knows he’s right. but he doesn’t expect you to pull your hand out of his grasp and step back, sucking in a breath through once again gritted teeth when the quick movement causes another sharp pain in your side.

“you have no idea what it’s like kei!” you say with a shaky voice. “you were born in a body that your brain agrees with. i wasn’t. and all i have is this stupid piece of cloth on my chest to make me feel like a real boy!” you were trying so hard to keep it together but tears start streaming down your cheeks. you lean back against the kitchen counter and cover your face with your hands. keigo takes a hesitant step towards you and pulls your hands away from your face so he can look at you.

“i know. i have no idea what it’s like. i never will.” you look up at him confused at his words. “but i do know how incredibly strong you are to be going through all of this. and i’m going to be here every step of the way.” he takes your chin in between his fingers and presses a soft kiss on your lips. 

“you’re a real boy. you’re just as much of a boy as i am, got that? you are my amazing boyfriend and i’m so lucky to have you.” he lifts you up and sets you on the counter. “but baby i need you to be safe. if your binder is hurting you, you need to take a break, okay? just know that with or without it you are still a boy. you always will be.” he turns around so you can have some privacy. after a few moments of hesitation, you take your binder off and put your shirt back on. once you tap his shoulder he knows he’s good to turn back around. he kisses your lips softly again and takes your hand in his.

“now why don’t we go make some snacks and put on a movie. how does that sound?” you smile and nod as you follow him into the kitchen. but he suddenly stops his movements around turns to look at you again.

“you know i love you right?” he looks down and tightens his hold on your hand. “i love you so much, i don’t ever want you thinking that you’re a burden. because you're the love of my life. i need my handsome prince.” he looks at you again with a soft smile on his face. you stand up on your tippy toes and peck his lips.

“i know. and i love you too, more than you’ll ever know.” you smile brightly and start dragging him into the kitchen. “now c'mon! i want popcorn!” if only you could have seen the way he was looking at you, like you were his whole world. he was so glad that he was able to cheer you up and distract you when your dysphoria got bad, because there’s nothing he hates more than seeing you sad.

[awstenknyght]

someone please scream at me to take off my binder-

[awstenknyght]

Ok I took off my binder so I can breathe but now I don’t want to go to class so I might put it back on I’m sorry

[lovingtheanimal]

shiddd i’m overbinding

[awstenknyght]

Hey quick question: what should one do when they forget to take off their binder before going on a run and feel like fainting but they're too far from home to just go home?