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COSMIC - S2:E7; Chapter Seven, The Lost Sister - [Pt. 2]

A Will Byers x Gender Neutral!Reader Series

In their search for answers, psychic visions draw Eleven and Y/n to a band of violent outcasts and an angry girl with a shadowy past.

⚠️ WARNINGS: canon use of a derogatory term referring to someone who lives with psychosis spectrum syndrome, or schizophrenia (used exactly twice, back to back)

📝A.N: I thank you endlessly for your patience, my dears. There's been and will be more rewriting (not storywise, really, just some polishing) for the lost sister chapters. Also, while I'm here, stranger danger is real, kids. Practice safety everywhere you can. Please be safe 🙏

||𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕||

Hugging my jacket tighter around my chest does little to stop the chattering in my teeth thanks to the cold that has already sunk into my bones. Despite all that has happened, I count ourselves lucky the seats El and I picked ended up near the bus's heater. Though at least the lingering chill from outside is keeping me awake and alert.

Trying again to rub the very last of sleep from my eyes, I try even harder to make sense of the sudden change in my surroundings.

I remember drifting off on the futon at Becky's, the next thing I know El is shaking me awake and pulling me down the stairs. All I had time to grab was my jacket, counting myself very lucky I managed to slip on my shoes before we were out the door.

Another shiver hits me like a brick when a bit of cold sneaks down the neck of my jacket. I inwardly groan. I didn't even get to change out of my pajamas.

I tried asking El what was going on and where the hell we were going─not to mention so late at night─but nothing came of it. It was difficult not to ask again, but the look I caught in her eye as we fled the front porch silenced me, if only momentarily. I tried again, when we were halfway down the road.

That time she spoke. And with a breathless voice, a vice-like grip on my hand, and furiously banishing a single tear she thought I hadn't seen. "It's not safe."

So here we find ourselves... Squished into two little purple patterned seats on the first bus we could find. I'm just happy it's not another truck.

I feel a pair of eyes on me and I look cautiously to my side, already knowing what to expect. Several other passengers watch us discreetly─some not so much. A young couple across the isle and two rows back are whispering as they eye us, either heavily concerned or far too judgemental. I'm tired and can't bring myself to care enough to figure it out.

Sadly, however, my self anxieties are still in tact under these stares. I tug my jacket tighter around my torso, my arms staying folded across my stomach. I turn to look at El and I can make out her disheartened reflection watching droplets of rain trickle down the fogged window. I rest my head tiredly on the back of my seat and attempt to break the silence.

"El?" My voice comes out as strangled, but I don't know why.

Her head rolls across the seat to face me and I'm reminded she's just as upset about this sudden uprooting as I am. Likely, of course, even more so. Her brown eyes, normally sparkling, are dulled and sad. Her eyelids sag a little, but she's fighting it well. More than anything, I sense a great deal of it is emotional exhaustion.

A million questions run through my head but I only find myself asking one. "Are you okay?"

She sniffles but gives me no immediate answer. That's when I finally note the small trace of a copper red smear, barely visible at the base of her nose that she had otherwise hastily wiped clean. Blood.

One more look in her eyes and I know; El is debating on whether or not she should lie. Finally, she speaks, and somehow I know she has told me the truth. "No."

I wince at the sound of her broken voice, splintered and forced. I extend my hand, as she did this afternoon. I'm so happy when she takes it. I gave her palm a reassuring squeeze and I look carefully in her eyes.

"El, you know you can tell me anything, right?" I ask, not even completely certain she has something to tell. But I still need her to know this.

Her eyes fall to our hands, and although she tries to hide it, I notice the subtle flutter of her eyes working to blink back tears. Her free and restless hand─which had been fiddling with her clutched bag straps on and off all day─tightened considerably. She must be spending too much time with me, a part of me thought dismissively.

"She called us in." Her grip flinches tighter when she whispers this. "I'm sorry."

Called us in? I try to make sense of this for a moment. I wonder if I heard her correctly, she had spoken so softly.

"Wait, what do you mean?" I ask gently. "Why are you sorry?"

"I heard her," she choked back. Panic is crawling into her voice and her other hand leaves the straps of her bag in favor of holding onto my forearm. If I didn't know any better, I'd say she thought I would suddenly dissappear. "She called for the policeman. Told them about me. And... she gave them your name. I'm sorry Y/n."

"My name?" I gulped, but my throat felt suddenly dry. "So, the police are gonna--? They're gonna know that I'm...?"

She nodded, remorseful eyes brimming with tears. Her face twists up in a sour pout she quickly banishes. But it was clear. She was panicking, for both our sakes.

Instinctively, I gave her hand another reassuring squeeze and managed, at most, a half-assed smile. Maybe it's for her sake, or maybe it's for mine.

"It's okay, it's not entirely your fault El," I say instinctively. I gulp again despite my dry mouth, certain she notices, but there's little room to care. My mind is buzzing, sleep now a far off worry. "Yeah, okay. I'm not going to lie to you, that's... That's not good. But I also knew what I was risking when I went with you."

My words feel like they're coming in slower and slower as I process everything in real time. El's patience with me is genuine, at least, and I attempt to mirror that as I sort hastily through my thoughts.

"The truth is, things really haven't been going super well at home. Everyone's fighting─more than usual, I mean,"

El cracks a tiny somber smile at that, and I feel one spread across my face as well. But it hardly lasts for either of us.

"Like I said before, Mike hasn't been himself since you left. And now Will is acting up. In fact, he's... El, he's completely different. He's sick, he's really sick. And so angry.

"The party is falling apart, and I've felt more alone these past few weeks than I have in a really long time. And on top of it all," my voice lowers further. "I'm still finding stuff I didn't know I could do. I've been having trouble with... well, you know."

El looks to me in surprise, her eyebrows raised. Safe to say she understands what I'm getting at.

I nod. "The point is, you showing up has been just what I needed. And yes, it's scary, but thanks to you I found out how I got here─where I came from... That's really good. I have you to thank for that."

It takes her a moment to consider my words, but El eventually gives me a smile that doesn't quite meet her eyes. A mixture of remorse and fear is still etched into her tear-stained face as she needlessly pulls her bag further into her lap, her hand leaving my forearm again to do so. I almost think more of it before her face lights up in grateful remembrance.

El wiggles closer to me in her seat before dipping her head in. "I found her. The girl."

I perked up a bit, looking back at my friend with a daring crumb of hope.

"Really? That's great! So did you get anything useful? Maybe the girl's name or where we're going?"

The hope I saw in El's face disappeared just as soon, and she shakes her head. But her face scrunches up thoughtfully as if she was trying to remember something she might have missed.

"A city." She looks at me quizzically, repeating a word she must have heard only in passing. "Shuh-cago?"

My eyes widened. "Chicago?" El nodded. "We're going to Chicago?"

El shrugged her shoulders. This was the best she could give. "Shuh-cago."

Okay. Chicago. Deep breath in. I could do that. And out. Maybe. Maybe this was incredibly stupid. In. Then again, so was chasing down an interdimensional gate while on the run from top secret government thugs. And I had done that... Barely.

"Um, okay..." I sigh heavily, only now realizing I have been holding my breath. My eyes fall to my lap, noting my rapidly bouncing leg. "Well, are you sure? Is that what you heard, or maybe saw somewhere?"

El nodded. Another dry gulp.

"So you really think she'll help, huh?" I ask.

She gives me a weak, but reassuring smile and softly squeezes my hand. "Yes."

I look to her, grateful, but I'm unsure how genuine I appear. Yet another silence follows quickly after.

The familiar feeling bubbles up in my stomach again, though it is much more intense. Sure I had anxieties about leaving with El, but this overpowered that. At least I had the small chance of not getting caught─that I'd be back the next night and it could all be explained away by being at the Byers house. But this is quickly spiraling. This had already spiraled, and I am beginning to feel sick to my stomach with nerves. The moment the Chief got Becky Ives' message then it was only a matter of time before my mom was notified, and─oh no...

Unsurprisingly, she's going to the ends of the earth just to find Mews. I can't imagine the stress she'll inevitably be under when she finds out that some woman across town filed a report about me. And now I'm on a bus to Illinois.

Deep breaths. Deep breaths. The last thing I need is spirlaing my way into another accident. I have a feeling I could do a lot more damage on a crowded bus than I did boiling some cereal.

I glance at El for only a moment. Her attention is back outside, peering through the fog and the reflections on the glass. She's (presumably) oblivious to the noise in my head. A part of me─the logical part of me─is angry with myself for being so forgiving. For not communicating my disappointment well enough. Dustin always said I had a problem with that. And yet, even though I meant what I had said to El about finding out where I came from...

Maybe I did it cause I felt bad for El. She was sorry, and she was in trouble.

But I'm in trouble now, too, I remind myself.

Part of me is hoping Chicago is a dead end, and while I feel awful for feeling that way, I do. I find myself longing to be with Will again. The old Will. He always had a knack for knowing when I wasn't okay.

He always makes me feel validated when I'm upset. He listens, and he'd do anything to get me to smile. The way I want to do for him.

It hurts thinking about that now.

Whether I like it or not, I've found myself on a one way trip to the unknown, straying further and further from the safety of home.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

I don't realize I have drifted off until I feel a tap on my shoulder. My head feels much heavier and I find myself squinting against the interior lights (which now seem much brighter than before) to find El gesturing towards the isle. Through bleary eyes I make out a small line of people already shuffling down the isle ahead of us. Quickly─but rather drowsily─I rise from my seat and join them, making sure El is close behind.

We had spilled out onto the busy streets among the rest but found ourselves stalled at the edge of the sidewalk. I'm unsure about El, but the sight before me succeeds in banishing my exhaustion instantly. Between the return of the frigid breeze, the towering architecture, and the swarm of strangers every which way, I'm questioning if I'll ever sleep again.

I'm captivated as I look around in an odd mix of awe and fear. Living in a small town like Hawkins for so long makes places like Chicago feel like another planet, so it would seem.

It doesn't feel as though we're standing in the heart of the city, more so the center of a giant hive─with bees buzzing in and out with no motivation other than work. No leisure, just urgency. The entire world is whirring around us─every which way─and I suddenly have this feeling if any one person were to drop at any moment this little world would keep on moving without a second thought. It's fascinating and completely terrifying.

One curious look at El told me I wasn't alone. Neither of us had fully comprehended what we were in for until this moment. But I suppose that in itself was even slightly reassuring─that neither of us were alone.

Standing here lost in a sea of strange people, that note hits a bit harder this time as the initial shock wears off. Nobody here seems to know anyone and they all seem angry.

She remains silent at my side but El's wisdom from earlier still bring comfort to me.

"Y/n, we can defend ourselves, remember?"

She did have a point, we do have certain advantages. But then again, came that convincing little voice in my head, if we were put in a situation where we were forced to use them, then all the closer we going were to being caught.

I look to El to try and gauge her reaction and I find she's still very much lost in the towering city skyline─a genuine smile on her face. For a moment I wish I can enjoy it, but there are simply too many reminders where we are, and why I can't.

Eagerly, she starts walking down the streets and I follow her. I'm thankful I was able to retrieve my shoes and jacket, but I still can't seem to drag my thoughts away from the fact that my teeth are back to chattering. The words I spoke earlier today pop into my mind only to mock me, "I guess I kept myself warm,". Just another reason to learn how to--

A strong force strikes my shoulder hard enough to put a stumble in my steps, and instantly my train of thought is gone. I whirl around to see a man throwing me a pointed sneer over his large, squared shoulders. "Watch yourself, would ya'?," Gawking back, I spy the man making steady strides down the sidewalk with no remorse.

Huffing, I burrow my fists deeper in my jacket pockets and lie to myself that it's simply to keep my hands warm. It's bullshit, considering I don't need help in that department, but it keeps us going forward I guess.

Well, me, anyway.

I don't get in two steps before finally noticing El was at a standstill. I stop again, this time confused, to see my friend rooted to the middle of the city sidewalk. Steam from nearby grates billowed all around her, ruffling her flannel collar. She fixes a hard glare on the man behind us.

"Mouth-breather," She says, her voice low. Just then, her gaze drops and my eyes begin to widen.

I spot the man in the crowd just in time to see him stumble forward onto the concrete. Angrily, he sits up, looking around frantically and glaring at anyone who dared to titter. I felt a chuckle coming on myself when I barely make out the string of curses directed at his shoelaces as he hotly retied them.

El looked to me, hardly suppressing a smile and a roguish look in her eye. Before anyone could see, she wiped her nose clean of blood.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

If I thought I was cold before, I was dead wrong. We've been walking for about two hours, if I had to guess. The muscles in my feet are beginning to knot, and my sweatpants are clinging to my legs.

About half an hour ago, a truck drove through a puddle and I caught the tail end of the splash when we turned the corner. To pass the time, I've been trying to dry them subtly with my hands against my legs, but it didn't get me very far, even with El's advice. I finally gave it a rest after a while. I wasn't getting terribly far and I didn't want to risk draining myself if the walk was much longer.

By now I've grown used to the odd and wandering looks we've gathered. But the tension creeps back in when El leads us down an incredibly questionable alley. We are definitely in the riskier parts of the city though I try to hold my tongue and save questions until later. My instincts tell me I need to appear more confident than I am. El seems to hold up that exterior well enough, though even her confidence is waning slightly.

We find ourselves surrounded by many sluggish people, all of whom mill about around us. The alley and its inhabitants are lit mostly by fire pits in steel barrels. The stench is hard to ignore; everything wreaks of booze, cigarettes, and urine.

A frightening, cackling, man steps towards my face as we walk by and I flinch back. "They're dead. They're all dead!" He cries out.

His hyena-like laughter bounces off the cement walls and echoes in my ears. I can practically taste his awful breath and I duck my head down avoiding eye contact as I pull El along forward with me.

I can sense her eagerness to leave the alley in her vice-like grip that rivals my own. Neither of us dare let go. Without a word, we break into a matching jog and scurry on.

We don't stop until we reach what looks to be an abandoned underpass. The stench is mostly gone, but in its place something else unidentifiable. Beer cans litter the concrete and every wall is touched with graffiti.

Finally, we emerge from the darkened space to find an old and windowless warehouse. Like the underpass, there isn't a single wall or slab of concrete that isn't decorated with spray paint and neon color. This is where El stops us suddenly.

I glanced ahead of me at the building a second time, now taking in the little details. There is one tiny door ahead of us supplied with only one window─the glass dirtied and fogged, shows us nothing but flickering yellow light. And beckoning us over, curling whisps of steam pouring out of the shadows despite (what appeared to be) the windowless, pipeless, boring metal box of a building.

"Is... this it?" I ask.

"Yes." El answers. And for the first time since the alley, she releases my hand.

El sets off towards the building without another word. Almost like ripping of a band-aid; if she didn't do it now and all at once... Or maybe that's just my reasoning. I quickly follow behind, attempting to prepare myself for whatever we might find.

Upon first glance, it's not much different to the exterior; boxes, crates, barrels, and planks litter the interior and the spray paint almost smells fresh. The entrance we stand in is part of a small alcove, and it's clear the further you step inside the ceiling extends. But what catches my eye are the four people huddled around another makeshift firepit.

One girl, who sits perched on several cushions and lighting a cigarette begins to giggle teasingly. "You should do stand-up, Axe. There's a spot a few blocks away."

The group chuckles, and a tall lanky man with a large mohawk rolls his eyes with a smirk. Among them, a rather large and beefy man, who clearly seems to be the muscle, and another young woman in cuffed jeans, gloves and a dark green flannel jacket.

There is no time to worry what they might say or do when they realize we are here. El is already calling out to them. Logically, I knew we would be making ourselves known one way or another, yet my knees now feel as if they are threatening to lock at the sudden action.

"Hello?" El's voice echoed out.

The group stops and turns, their faces illuminated by the fire. The shadows now casted across their faces are eerie, like someone about to tell a ghost story.

A sickening smirk curls along the lanky one's face. My stomach drops two stories when he struts around the fire, now making his way towards us.

"Well, well... What do we have here?" He purrs, still with that no good smile.

The others follow in their friend's footsteps and rise to their feet, no doubt an act of intimidation. I look anxiously between El and the strangers, though I somehow manage to keep a still face.

These others are now inching towards us and I feel my heart rate pick up. The woman in the green jacket scoffs, looking us up and down. If I were to guess, she was trying to decide which of us looked stranger.

"What are those, overalls?" She asks finally, referring to El.

The other young woman─who had been stalking around us like we were something to play with─finally stops at me. I try to hide the tense in my shoulders but I suspect it's no use. Her gaze is somewhat bored as she looks me up and down, then jabs a bony finger in my shoulder. I roll it when she does, as if shaking off the feel of her touch.

"And get a load of this one," she squeaks, blowing smoke into my grimacing face. She lets out an awkward snort, clearly amused with my reactions and uneasy demeanor. "Y'could knock this one down with a feather,"

I cough, fanning away the miniature smog cloud lingering in my face. This gave the lanky one, Mohawk, a chuckle. The Smoker turns to me and fakes a pout.

"What's the matter, kiddies? Thought your little slumber party could use a fun little adventure in the big city, huh?"

More laughter from the others. Fighting the returning impulse to roll my eyes, I instead take another subtle deep breath.

The woman is already answering her own rhetorical question with another fake pout and flick of her cigarette ashes. "Well, you ain't gonna find it here, so go on back to the farm now."

"We're looking for my sister."

My eyes jump to El in surprise but they quickly return to the group, not particularly eager to give away the fact I had no idea what she was talking about. Sister? I do have to applaud El's quick thinking, though, I suppose.

"Aw..." Mohawk jeers. "Shirley Temple lost her sister. So sad."

"I saw her. Here." She reaches into her bag, likely for the photograph clipping from Becky's. But they all tense.

"Uh-uh," The Muscle said suddenly. "Hand out of your pocket. Slow."

El complies and Mohawk rips the news clipping from her hand. "Give me that shit."

For the first time in this encounter, this man looks apprehensive. Seeing the photo was enough to shock him into temporary silence. And apparently this in itself is enough to lure the flannel woman forward to investigate for herself. Now, like the man, she is snatching the photo up with shock.

"Is that Kali?"

"Kali?" El asks.

Mohawk steps forward, visibly on edge. Taking advantage of his height, he towers over El with an impressive glare. I say nothing, but I mirror his actions─taking a step further into El's side with a tiny glare of my own.

"How did you find us?" He questions. "Who else knows you're here?"

El backs up slightly and suddenly I was jumping to speak. "No one knows we're here." I say.

"And no one was speaking to you, either," My face sours and he returns to El. "Is this true, Shirley Temple? So, what then? Poof! You just show up like magic with that picture?"

"Stay calm." Flannel warns. "They're just kids, alright?"

He turns on her quickly. "Some kids that could get us all killed."

Like that, his anger is back on El and he pulls something from his pocket. My eyes fall to the object in his hand and my heart sinks into my stomach.

"If I have to ask again, Shirley, you'll start losing things." He carefully unfolds the pocket knife, making sure we catch the light bouncing off the blade before waving it in El's face. "Starting with those pretty little locks of yours. Yeah?"

He's in more danger than we are. He's in more danger than we are--

I still look desperately between the man and his companions─it'd be helpful to know where they stand with the threatening of children. Each of them seemed uncomfortable with his actions in varying degrees, but it was Flannel, again, who stepped forward.

"Come on, Axe. Put down the knife." She warns, her voice getting sharper.

The blade grows closer towards El's face and my heart rate breaks hummingbird records. The man is only getting angrier.

"How did you find us?"

"I saw her." El's voice is rushed and shaky, but not completely fearful. I know why, and it's the only reason I haven't (completely) fallen apart.

He advances further, still with that stupid knife and everyone's voices begin to drown in the deafening roar of blood pumping in my ears. He's beside me now as El keeps backing away and I can't bring myself to move out of his way. I'm not sure yet if it's out of bravery or fear.

"That's not an answer!" He roars.

"Axe!"

I throw aside my common sense and step fully in between them, planting myself directly in his path. "Hey-!"

He freezes, wide eyes flying to his hand. My eyes follow, fearful I've done something unintentionally. But there's nothing. Just a shaky hand with a tiny blade. Yet Mohawk staggers backward, his blade-wielding arm extended as far away from himself as possible.

"Je-Jesus!" He huffs in ragged, near incoherent sqeaks. "Jesus Christ!"

He chucks the knife on the concrete behind us, the blade nearly nicking my legs. He looks up and down his torso, his face draining of color before our eyes. He frantically swipes at himself, several fearful squeals jumping from him. El and I share a look over my shoulder, confused.

"Get off! Shit!"

He is running across the room now, hunched over and desperately swatting at his head, face, and arms. I have to step back to avoid his path as he maneuvers around me and his companions have to do the same.

"You're a terrible dancer, Axel."

Everyone, including myself, turns towards the source of the newest voice. On the stairs, leaning on the banister with a sly smirk is another young woman. Half of her head is shaved, the other half tinted a dark purple. Like the others, she was dressed in grunge, but oddly, they didn't seem shabby or cheap.

The guy named Axel relaxes, only for a moment, before it evolves into anger. He smacks his head angrily and gestures towards her as she comes down the steps.

"I told you, Kali, stay out of my head. " He spits.

"So we're threatening little kids now, are we?" She asks, striding towards us.

"They know about you." Axel defends.

The Smoker─the one who mocked me─steps forward with the photo El had procured.

"Farmgirl here had this."

The new girl, the one I can only assume to be the one we were searching for, grabs the photo. If I had to guess, she is attempting to hide her shock.

El steps away from behind me and cautiously approaches her. I'm not entirely thrilled, nor surprised, to see this girl, Kali, sizing El up and down. I don't miss the quick inspection she gives me, either.

"Where did you get this?" She asks El.

"Mama," El answers, taking the photograph back and placing it in her bag.

"Your mother gave this to you?"

"In her dream circle," El says.

I raise my brow, and as I suspect the others don't take to it, or her very easily.

"Dream circle," Axel scoffs, pacing the room. "I think she's a schizo or something."

I'm beginning to believe this man is determined to be the biggest jackass in the room.

"Says she's looking for her sister."

"Yeah. Like I said, schizo."

There's a bitter taste in my mouth and an itch crawling up my back. The idea of holding back all this anger is withering before my eyes─every word this asshole says is added coal to the fire.

My glare follows him across the room as he bends to retrieve his knife. But the blade is flying through the air and into El's waiting hand before he can touch it. This almost makes me smile.

Mumbles of surprise bounce around the group, but I simply watch with pride building in my chest as El confidently folds the knife closed and hands it to the girl.

"I saw you. In the rainbow room."

Something in the girl's eye changes drastically. She begins to stalk around El before she stops halfway to stand beside her.

"What is your name?"

"Jane."

I can't say I was expecting that, yet I wait. I concentrate my energy on keeping my jaw clenched. I've been fighting my chattering teeth ever since we stepped into this lions den and the muscles in my jaw have now grown weak and sore.

Kali grabs El's left wrist and pushes back her sleeve revealing her tattoo. In turn, El reaches for Kali's sleeve. It's pulled back to reveal a tiny cluster of ink to match El's. I almost don't notice─the sight of El allowing anyone to touch her tattoo had floored me.

That is, until I finally catch the three black digits etched into Kali's skin, and my stomach twists.

It's not actually...? My wringing hands find a new focus: the loud and blank skin of my left inner wrist.

I'm not sure why I'm surprised by this, not if we came here in search of someone like El. Someone who lived through the lab experiments with El. But the sight of the 008 tattoo hits me a little hard. Is it because it makes this all the more real? Or was it because of the longing in El's eyes as they cloud over in tears?

Her lips begin to tremble as their gazes meet. "Sister."

Kali nods, breathless. "Sister,"

The two collapse into each other's arms and somehow I feel even more out of place here. It's inspiring to see; two sides of the same coin finally meeting. What each of them must have gone through─now free, now with one another. This is huge for El.

So why aren't I happy? And why does this feel like such a slippery slope?

There's no time to wonder, the two are breaking apart. Kali takes El's hands in her own, giving them a strong squeeze. The two smile at one another and my eyes fall to my feet, suddenly hyperaware of my myself and how I stand. The ends of my sweatpants are still soaked and the water in my shoes sponged up against my feet are frigid. Yet somehow, the stare of the others──the stare of Kali's──is what freezes me over.

"Jane, who is this?" She asks.

"Y/n. My friend."

Against instinct, against all comforting thought, I force myself to face her. Maybe I'm mistaken or just too damn hopeful, but the curiosity behind her eyes almost seems a bit more relaxed. Now with El's approval.

Hands still partially hidden in my jacket pocket, I send a tiny wave with my fingers and manage my best imitation of a smile.

"Hi," I mumble, trembling. Damn my chattering teeth.

The weight of Kali's stare is intimidating. I might not know the specifics of what makes her unique like us, but I can tell already her abilities aren't what make her powerful. She exudes that all on her own.

Kali looks me up and down and I almost convince myself my life depends on this one impression. And maybe it does.

Tearing me from my thoughts, Kali cocks her head and asks. "Why are you in pajamas?" She actually sounds, almost, amused? It's disarming.

"Short version?" I want to wince at the nervous chuckle that comes out involuntarily. But I'm too damn cold. And hungry. "We kinda had to make a quick get away."

Kali looks at me for a moment with an unreadable expression, though something tells me she understands. Another moment of uncertainty, seconds too long, and my mind runs in panicky circles. What did I say? What did I not say? Did I accidentally just insult her, her mother, and her entire existence without realizing? The part of my brain in charge of logic dismissed that theory almost immediately but unfortunately stress and fear were the perfect fuel for doubt, as always.

Kali confirms this with a chuckle that brought time back out of slow motion. She then turns to another one of the groups members─the one who had taken caution with El and her photograph─the Muscle. He is a wide-set man with the long braid and a kindly aura.

"Funshine, take this one upstairs and help them find some warm clothes. I'd like to talk to Jane. Alone."

Her eyes fall on me, her amusement dimming away and back to speculation.

El doesn't appear to be as hesitant as I would have anticipated her to be. She's lost in the euphoria of reuniting with Kali. The idea of a sudden separation strikes fear in me─something far more powerful than the silly doubts flashing in my mind moments ago. This was a pit seeding in my stomach, ready to grow.

The larger man nods and steps forward. Surprised, my eyes flicker back to Kali and she smiles reassuringly.

"Don't worry, he's nothing but a big softie," she says with a simper, turning and leaving with El.

"El...?" Was she really just gonna leave? The two slow, and El pulls her attention away from Kali and over her shoulder to me.

"It's okay," she promises. "I'll be back," And then she was dissapearing up the stairs, Kali's arm slung over her shoulder.

...Somehow that made it worse.

The man I've been instructed to go with is smiling warmly when I turn to him. It's the first I'm put at even the slightest of ease since arriving.

"Don't you worry, we'll find something warm for you," he says, his voice deep and kind. He makes way for the stairs, pausing at the bottom with a hand on the metal rail. He throws me a brief nod over his shoulder. "We should get you by a fire, too, and quick. Dangerous for you to be walking out here like that─you'll catch your death,"

Against all odds, I feel a tiny tug at the corners of my mouth─a smile itching to spread. It doesn't quite, not with the dread sitting in my stomach like a chunk of stone or my friend walking off with a stranger.

But now, with little choice, I do the same.

My footsteps fall in sync with his almost instantly as we climb the stairs. Silence falls quick and heavy over the open space apart from our differentiating gait hiking the metal steps. I'm peering over my shoulder without much thought for consequence, my eyes meeting with the other three strangers─each of them watch me.

The way they eye me turns my stomach. The Mohawk──Axel, and the Smoker, in particular.

There was the Flannel woman─the only other person here who seemed to care El and I were children. She may be the other exception. For one, she doesn't seem interested enough, and for that I'm grateful. But mostly, I don't forget her attempts to cool down this Axel.

His glare on me sharpens, but to my surprise, I don't wither beneath it. I'm brave enough (or stupid enough) to glare back. He twirls his knife expertly in his hands as I turn away, eliciting an unpleasant cackle from Smoker. I don't need any further reassurance these are two I need to worry about.

But that's already being pushed to the back burner─Funshine and I reach the second floor and round a poorly lit corner and that's when I spot the two figures down the catwalk a ways. El and Kali. They're making their way for another, steeper pair of stairs. Smiling and laughing, already.

A sudden voice cuts through my storm of thoughts and suddenly I'm back on earth. "Right this way, friend,"

Funshine directs me to one of the makeshift bedrooms to our right and something in me weakens when we step inside. The concrete room is bathed in turquoise and peach shadows casted from the neon lights gathered inside. Where I expected all concrete walls to close me in, I see wide (albiet dirtied) windows overlooking the first floor. But the lure of it all is a split between the king size nest of pillows and blankets in the center and the fire pit in the corner.

The sight of it all is dangerously persuasive and so is the sudden wail of my aching bones and the shudder down my spine, louder than they ever were. I'm wavering already, but I'm alert enough to realize the longing in my eyes as they rake across the bed and fire is obvious.

Funshine gestures towards the fire in the corner and ushers me along. "Go ahead and warm up. I'll be right back with some proper clothes." He says before turning.

I nod absently, far too entranced and eagerly gravitating towards the warmth now before me.

He leaves from where we came and disappears around the corner. I stifle a smile when I feel the heat washing over my body. Muscles I didn't even realize I had are melting as they meet the warm glow of the flames.

I'm not sure how long I'm standing there, but it must be several minutes at the least. Enough time for Funshine to return with a bundle of clothes in his arms.

"Here you are," I trail behind him to the bed where he drops the small mountain on the edge of the sunken mattress. "I gathered a few things that I thought might fit you best. Theres plenty of stuff in here, so you'll have options. But I insist you consider dressing in layers. It'll only get worse out there," He sends me another nod and begins to head back for the door. "Alright then. You get warm, now,"

And that's all he says. He's already heading for the door. I have a sudden fear I won't get another chance to speak with him. Or let the swell of gratitude I felt be known. I couldn't hold my tongue any longer, nor did I want to.

"Hey," I call out, growing nervous. "Um..." I winced a bit at my trailing voice.

He slows at the door and turns around, giving me a curious look.

"Thank you," I mumble, mustering a smile as grateful as I felt. "For the clothes. And-- well, everything, I guess."

Another friendly smile stretches across his face and once again he nods.

"You're certainly welcome."

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devotedtotwotime · 2 months ago

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I'm the anon who sent the request for comfort of a lonely reader and idk if this is allowed and and you're probably tired of fluff but what about a Shadow Milk x Y/N who is suffering from gender dysphoria?

I really loved how you wrote my other request, and since you requested an emoji, can I pls be 🐰🐱 anon? Thank you so much for writing my asks!! You're very skilled and nice :D

OMG!!!!!! HI 🐰🐱 ANON, I MISS YOU MY CHILD!!! okay guys all of my anons are children now. I do kinda want some angst but I also love fluff so dw about it!!! Since you didn’t put in your ask about what y/n is transitioning too, I’m going to write that reader is afab (a female at birth) and is currently non-binary, if you want me to switch this up please let me know 🙏🙏

Warning:fluff, a bit of angst??, FUCKING OUT OF CHARACTER. “Shadow Milk Cookie isn’t nice” WOMP WOMP

“YOU MAY NOT SEE IT, BUT I DO.”

You are non-binary! And honestly, it’s one of the best things you have figured out in your life. The world just seems clearly to finally just accept who you are as a person. Everyone in Crispea is probably supportive of you too, even if they don’t know you. Well, a lot of people do.

You are ALSO Shadow Milk Cookies partner. How couldn’t you be so known after dating the BEAST OF DECEIT? Trust me, as soon as you guys started dating, he made it KNOWN. Like, C-MAILS (Cookie form of Gmail I made up) going to the commonest of cookies. Plays upon plays have been written for you, and you got to see them all.

When you transitioned and told him about it, well, he was the definition of supportive. He immediately understood the change and made a PROMISE that he would only call you by what you would prefer to be called. And if he ever broke this promise, you could break every single one of his fingers.

“I pinky promise.” He said, a silly but truthful look on his face. “And how do I know you’re not lying, hm?” You spat back, playing along like you knew he wanted you too. “I’ll let you break all of my fingers.” As soon as he said that, your pinky finger swooped in to make contact with his, and your mouth gained a smile. “Deal.”

But even once you accepted your gender, you couldn’t just stop yourself from picking out the small little details that made you look more feminine. Your big breasts were still visible, and it didn’t matter how much binding tape and binders you put on them. You had big hips, no matter how baggy your pants were. Bigs lips, smaller chin, rounder eyes, everything was a mistake. You couldn’t stand to stare at all of the mirrors in Shadow Milks palace, and there were a bunch. It felt like everywhere you looked, all you could see was a stranger, someone so distant yet so familiar.

One day, while changing into some clothing, you couldn’t help but too stare into your only mirror in your room. It was small one, but big enough so you could see your upper half. You looked over all of your features, from your face to your chest, and you could feel your cheeks heat up. Not from only being in a binder and some boxers, but from angry. You couldn’t FATHOM why the witches made you look like this.

As the feeling of rage consumed your mind, you suddenly PUNCHED your mirror, “SHIT!” You screamed. Glass shards went everywhere, into the floor, and some cut open your skin. You yelped in pain, and clutched your fist. You know you had some bandages in your room, but as you were scanning around, a blue jester cookie rolled in loudly.

You assumed that he already knowing what happened to your fist, since your scream was pretty loud.He flew over, and held your bleeding hand in his. “Aw.. my poor doll. Let’s go get your hand wrapped up..!” He mumbled, trying to still act silly, possibly to cheer you up.

He gently swinging you around and started dragging you by your wrist, trying to not to hurt you more then you are. Once at the palaces medical center, (trust me, you were shocked once you told out he had one) he basically shoved you into a blue chair. It was similar to ones in nurses offices, but this one was softer.

Shadow Milk grabbed some of those bandages wraps, and starting to put some over your now starting to bruise knuckles. You could feel his eyes on you, like he was trying to read through you, and why would do such a thing.

“Sorry for uhm..” You stop, trying to decide if you should apologize, “breaking your mirror..?” You whispered, it sounding more like a question than an apology. It was true that it was his mirror that he gifted you, but you also knew it was true that he said he could remove it if you wanted him too..

“Nonsense. I really don’t care, actually!~” He said, but then continued. “Well- about the mirror, I do care about you still.” You knew he still cared about you, but you found it funny that he still had to make it clear.

“But.. why DID you punch it?” He questioned. You knew he would see straight through his lies, so you were just gonna come clean about the truth. You just hated that you had to.. talk about all of this.

“Uhm.. Gender Dysphoria..?” You answered, with a slight giggle to your voice. You then continued after, thinking you should explain yourself a bit more. “I just HATE how my body looks so..feminine? I just feel like I’m not a real enby..”

Shadow Milk Cookie, shoved his silly attitude OUT the window. He himself could relate to all of this. With all of his shape shifting, it is just hard to pick a gender. (Shadow Milk is genderfluid canon)

He sighed, and finished wrapping up your knuckles so he could cup your cheeks like you were a little baby. Then, he spoke, “My little star. You need to realize that your appearance doesn’t change your gender, and it never will.” Before you could respond though, he ‘magical’ shape-shifted into a girl. He had a long silky dress, and his hair was all long and dressed up. “See?” He stated, and you couldn’t help but giggle a little bit.

“Can you stay like that?” You asked, and he nodded his head. “For as long as you want.” He added on. Your mouth earned a smile as you stood up from the chair and clinged your arms around his torso, trying to pull him in for a hug. He didn’t deny the embrace, but he actually pulled you closer. “Thank you..” you whispered, as you closed your eyes in his arms.

A/N: GOD, this took long. Still healing from my surgery but atleast my writers block is gone, hope you guys like this one!

P.S; I don’t experience gender dysphonia often, even as a trans person. I’m sorry if I wrote it wrong!

#crk #shadow milk cookie #shadow milk crk #𐔌 . kairo’s~fanfics ! ୧ #shadow milk x you #shadow milk x reader #shadow milk x y/n

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sailorvenusxoxo · 4 months ago

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The Fuck of a Lifetime (Tony Baddingham x FTM Reader)

Fandom: Rivals Pairing: Tony Baddingham x FTM Trans reader Summary: You're Tony's lover, and after a recent bottom surgery, you two finally reunite and share this new moment for you, in one of the way you both secretly craved. Warnings: smut, ftm reader, trans reader, slight mention of previous dysmorphia, clinical talk, fellatio, anulingus,slight domination, fingering, dom reader, bed sex, crying during sex. Word count: 4.1k requested by: @chrissydablsissy a/n: Wow. What a huge thing for me! First time I ever wrote something related to transidentity, so I really hoped I did you guys honour. I had it checked by one trans masc friend of mine, another non-binary masc, which they approved of! If you have any feedbacks, don't hesitate. I hope this will offend no one, I love you all, and I hope you will like it ♡

You looked at yourself in the mirror, utterly… proud. Satisfied. Well, not just that. Also… Deliriously happy.

Fuck, you could feel the tears, as you looked at your recovering body. Slightly scarred, but still beautiful and proudly standing.

God… Your body. It was your body. And it was all like you wanted. The shape, the size, the looks… You felt… At home. Once a stranger in your own body, you now felt finally at peace.

Yes, perhaps that was the feeling. Peace? Maybe less body dysmorphia... Less visible traces of the other gender you were born in. No, none of that frightened other person you were, finding themselves, trying to accept their previous body.

You were finally you. And while you’d never forget your struggling self, for they fought so hard for this current body, you knew you had moved on.

Surely to others, admiring your own naked body in the mirror, in tears, could be seen as narcissistic. But who gave a shit? It was the 80s, everyone’s narcissistic. And fucking hell, do you deserve this self-love. You had made it. Career wise, and… self-wise.

You wiped a tear, as you playfully flexed your arm, to imitate those male models you often saw. You chuckled, looking around every inch of your body. Your pecs, your stomach, your arse, your cock.

It was still a bit daunting to look at it. It was new, it was there, and in your own humble opinion, it looked glorious. Suddenly, a knock.

“Excuse me, sir? Are you ready for your check up with the Doctor?”

The nurse’s voice asked, from outside the room. You blinked, snapped back to reality, but to a much pleasant, and happy one.

“Yeah, sure. I’m coming!”

You replied, smiling, before getting dressed again. You felt the immense pleasure (though slight physical pain and discomfort) to finally tuck some flesh in your trousers, and you headed to the Doctor’s office, which wasn’t the one you had consulted or had followed you this year, through your three surgeries for a phalloplasty, you noticed. Indeed, you had spent ten months with one doctor following you, through your three operations constituting your phalloplasty, the last one being the implantation of a malleable penis implant.

You entered the office, the doctor explaining your regular one was doing another surgery, so he was replacing. It was the usual warnings and advice for recovery. Six weeks of limited work and before any sexual activity, painkillers just in case, cream to apply in case of infections…

“And… That’s pretty much it. Do not hesitate to contact us again if needed, or any doubts, Mr. Baddingham.”

The Doctor stated, his voice firm and rather cold, but not unkind.

You blinked, confused.

“Um…I’m not-? I’m not Mr. Baddingham.”

You stated, a bit confused. Why the hell did he think-?

The doctor frowned, taken aback.

“But… Your paying bill says Tony Baddingham? Perhaps I misread the file, then?”

You cringed slightly and shrugged.

“No, you did not. It’s…It was a present, this phalloplasty. So, I was not paying for it.”

You mumbled, a bit reluctant to admit. The doctor nodded, apologising.

Indeed, while you were thrilled with this operation, and grateful, a part of you was a bit disappointed you hadn’t paid it yourself. It would have been… more meaningful. More poetic, almost. But you had to keep it real. When Tony had nonchalantly offered to pay for it, after you had mentioned it again following a heated night, you knew it would have been dumb to refuse. With your current pay and savings, you would have to have waited ten more other years, for this surgery.

Leaving this thought aside, you exited the clinic, taking a taxi back to your place. Back there, you were surprised to see a letter has been sent to you.

A little postcard, with simple words.

“Get well soon, keep me updated on your state. -T”

Rather cold and plain, but you did not expect much from him. It was already a rather grand gesture, to pay for your operation, despite the fact Tony was always one to throw money at his problems. And his latest problem, for him to throw money at, had been your lack of libido, due to your discomfort in your body.

You sighed soflty, still deciding to keep the bright side of it. At least… It was done. And it was there forever.

As you put your stuff back in the shelves, you decided to ring him. To your surprise, he replied on the third ring. Not bad, for him.

“Tony Baddingham, I’m listening?”

He smoothly said into the phone, like with any potential buyers or customers.

“Hey. It’s me, I’m back from the clinic.”

You replied into the phone, your finger tapping against your thigh. Tony stopped for a bit, and it seemed like he was getting up, perhaps to close his office’s door.

“Hmpf. Back already? Suppose it went well, then.”

He observed, as you nodded, though he could not see it.

“Yeah, yeah. Really well, I’m glad. I’m… Very pleased with the result.”

You smirked, a hint of a cocky smile on your lips, looking at yourself in the mirror. You were almost tempted to spend all your rest days naked at home.

Then, you quickly added.

“Y’know… I wanted to thank you. Properly. You paid for something that changed my life, and-”

He interrupted you.

“Hm, sure, no troubles. How long until we can have sex again?”

He firmly asked, stopping your previous sentence. You pinched your lips, annoyed. It was so typical of him, to shut down and move on whenever vulnerability or actual feelings and emotions came on.

“Six weeks.”

You simply replied, as you heard him groan.

“Six weeks? Blimey, that’s like when Mon’ had our kids… That’s long.”

He grumbled, as you rolled your eyes, not really pleased with the comparison, and the mention of his wife.

“Yeah, well. Firm order, it’s too sensitive and new. And I won’t budge, I want to take good care of it.”

You firmly said, adamant. You were certainly not going to butcher your new body.

“Right, right…”

Tony mumbled, before clearing his throat.

“Well, I gotta go, back to work. I…”

You could hear him think, almost hesitating on his next words.

“I…I hope you’re alright. Take care. I’m…Looking forward, to seeing you again.”

He murmured, in a softer voice. You felt your heart skipping a beat, as you pinched your lips again, this time in fluster.

“…Yeah, I will. I’ll ring you soon. I miss you.”

You mumbled in a reply, a faint blush on your cheeks, as he replied.

“Miss you too. Bye.”

Before hanging up.

As cold and as annoying as he was, you knew that underneath this shell was an insecure man. An insecure man, that sometimes did terrible things. But, god helped you, you craved him. You craved to see him again. And currently, you craved to fuck him. Have him whimpering, begging for mercy under you, as you’d thrust into him, feeling him all around you…

You winced slightly in pain. Christ, you had forgotten arousal would also trigger some pain, at first. But you felt it! The blood rushing to your penis, swelling it, hardening it.

Those six weeks couldn’t come fast enough.

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Six weeks later

You grumbled, at the coffee Deidre handed you.

“…Damn it, Deidre… You know I can’t stand milk in my-!”

She glared back at you, the older woman clearly not inclined to make you another coffee. Your lips scrunched, and you sighed in annoyance, reluctantly drinking the soupy mixture. You were far too afraid of Deidre to insist on her making you another one, though you technically could.

Indeed, somehow, as soon as you came back from your rest days, five weeks earlier, you had been promoted, to slightly upper responsibility job. You were quite surprised, since it was a bit odd to be promoted after two weeks away, but you excitedly accepted it, not caring for the metaphoric shadow of Tony suspiciously planning something.

After you finished the atrocity that was black coffee with milk and sugar, you saw Daisy, a secretary, hanging by your desk. You smiled at her.

“Hey, Dais’. What’s up?”

You asked, putting your TARDIS mug down.

Daisy simply tilted her head, smiling.

“Just the big boss, wanting to see you. Apparently, it’s scheduled every week, with your new job.”

You raised your eyebrows, a bit surprised, but nodded.

“Oh? Well, sure. I’ll go to his office, then.”

You shrugged, as Daisy shook her head.

“Yeah, he’s actually in The Falconry…”

She cringed softly, knowing you had to drive there, in the Cotswolds. You grumbled again, grabbing your coat.

“Why on earth isn’t he in his office, the lazy bastard…?”

You scoffed to yourself, marching down the corridors, to exit the Corinium Building. You got to your car, turning the key, putting your sunglasses on, and unbuttoning slightly your shirt, because of the heat. The radio turned itself on, Freddie Mercury’s voice ringing through the radio, raging about a bicycle. You could swear this clanky Bentley you had found in a garage shop for a ridiculously low price was sometimes possessed. It perpetually skipped every cassette you put in, until it was some Queen.

As you reached the green Cotswolds, you looked around the environment. You really fancied this estate. It was all green, large, with many trees, and many wildlife that your lover unfortunately shot during his bloody hunts with his board members. Either way, you knew you’d really love a little place here, if you could.

Finally, you reached the Falconry, which was the Baddingham’s manor. Parking there, you closed the door, climbing up the front stairs that you mostly knew from the numerous garden parties Monica threw for Tony. You knocked on the door, your throat clearing as you absently fanned yourself with a file signalling your latest department’s reports. You supposed you needed it, after all.

To your surprise, the door was not opened by the usual maid, but Tony himself. Tony, wearing his usual Versace lounge blouse, that you so often mocked him for, to accentuate his poshness. But before you could jest about him opening, or about his blouse, he roughly grabbed you by your sweat damped shirt, pulling you in for a harsh, strong kiss, his lips devouring yours.

You froze slightly, tensing in surprise, before you moved your lips slightly against him, putting your free hand on the back of his tilted head, to kiss him deeper.

“Hmm…”

He groaned softly, his tongue probing at your lips, trying to gain its way in. He always had this little habit of his, which was to make a grunting sound while he kissed you or did you. Little habit, that transpired in the rare aftercare moments you two had, when the grunting would turn into little humming sounds, as he softly kissed you. A rare sighting, in your encounters with Tony Baddingham, but a greatly appreciated one.

You pulled away, softly shaking your head, chuckling.

“Missed me that much? We saw each other two days ago-!”

You started as he grumbled, leading you inside.

“It’s been precisely seven weeks. Bedroom. Now.”

He almost growled, his accent turning sharper and accentuating every syllable, as you followed him to his bedroom, eyes widening. It was the first time you two met in his private bedroom, in his own bed. Then again, today would be lots of firsts.

“So… This isn’t a work meeting at all?”

You snickered, following him inside the stuffy bedroom, cringing slightly at the decoration.

Tony scoffed, shaking his head, already unbuttoning his blouse, gesturing you with his chin to get on the bed.

“As if. I pretty much gave you this promotion, knowing I’d get a weekly long meeting with you…”

He snickered, proud of himself, as you rolled your eyes, also unbuttoning your blouse. Pulled by him or not, you knew you were perfect in that promotion, and that even work wise, you deserved it. But you’d act scandalised another day. Currently, the sight of him taking his blouse off was rewiring your mind on more erotic fields, and you discreetly dug your hand in your trousers, starting to bend your penis in the erect position, holding it still, for the erection to start. As you felt yourself successfully getting hard, your hand slowly pumped your length, an excited grin on your face, as Tony fumbled with his fancy blouse.

You chuckled.

“Having some troubles...?”

You teased him, as he scoffed, getting it off, throwing the silk in a corner of the stuffed room, landing on an empty dog basket.

“I’ll give you some trouble…”

He retorted, his hands moving to his trousers, taking them off. As his hands worked with the button and zipper, he smirked, slurring:

“I bet you missed it, didn’t you?”

He almost purred, his voice as smooth as honey, like he usually did when trying to seduce you. You smiled, amused, before shrugging.

“Sure, I did. But… Shouldn’t we test my brand-new anatomy?”

You smirked, spreading a leg, eager to finally do it. Months, you had spent fantasising on it, for it was slowly becoming concrete. And now, there it was! You could fuck him. It had become such a huge fantasy of yours, to see him crumbling under you, to feel him around your length…

Though to be fair, by doing it, it will become extremely hard to not quip ‘already did!’, when someone at work would say ‘Fuck Tony Baddingham’.

Tony stopped himself, blinking, looking away for a bit. Then, he nervously chuckled, shaking his head.

“…Sure. As if they moulded it as big as m-mine…”

He snickered, taking a cocky and arrogant stance, as you raised an eyebrow.

“Size doesn’t’ matter, Tone. If it did, I’d already have gone to Rupert.”

You smirked, to rile him up. It worked, for he glared at you.

“Well, aren’t you so fucking funny?”

He snarled, as you rolled your eyes, amused. Why didn’t he want to try it out?

“Why the hell not, though?”

You asked him, an eyebrow raised.

“It isn’t some limp flesh, and you know it. I have an implant, it can get hard…Sure no semen comes out, but… a clear liquid can, almost like precum. It’s from some glands, that were preserved from my old reproductive system, and that I didn’t get rid of.”

You explained, your face turning a bit still. You were so eager for it, why wasn’t he? Tony pinched his lips, looking away.

“Which is fine and dandy. But I do the fucking, don’t I?”

He mumbled, almost pouty. Almost as if… He could not allow himself to be taken just yet. You grumbled softly, looking at him.

Tony was a man of words. A man who succeeded in life, and business, by shit tons of privileges, but also words. He talked his way to many things. And so will you.

“…Come over here.”

You murmured to him, sat on the bed, as he was still standing up. He reluctantly came closer to you, his eyes finding yours.

“I think you don’t get it, do you?”

You murmured, as he frowned.

“You don’t get it, how much you turn me on. How much I think of you, under me, begging for me to fuck you harder. You don’t get how aroused I am, at the thought of you bouncing on my cock, sucking in it, or begging for more fingers in your tight, posh hole. You don’t get how you are to me, when you unravel.”

You continued, as his eyes widened, his jaw clenching, his throat bobbing as he swallowed, visibly getting turned on.

“You’re a bloody vision. Goddamnit, Tony. I want to fuck you, so fucking hard. Make you mine. Have you all… yourself. I want to fuck Tony, not Lord Baddingham.”

You mumbled, looking at him, your hand slowly gliding to his belt, as you took his reaction in. He was staring at you, the engines of his brain working.

“…Fuck it.”

He suddenly spat out, getting on his knees, eagerly tugging your trousers down. You groaned, also pulling them down, taking off your boxers at the same time. Your erection sprung out, and Tony moaned.

“Fuck you were right…”

He murmured, his eyes staring at it, like in a trance.

“It’s bloody glorious.”

He whispered, his voice almost shaking, as you softly gripped his hair.

“And it’s all yours. Put your mouth on it. I know you’ve been dreaming on it too…”

You murmured, your voice low and husky in desire. Tony swallowed one last time, before nodding taking a tentative lick at the base, directly at the tip, where the liquid from your previous glands were leaking, almost like precum.

“Gosh… You taste the same…”

He murmured, a hint of satisfaction in his voice. You knew he loved your taste. So did you, to be fair. It was always a delight to taste yourself on his mouth.

“Wrap your lips around it. I’m sure you know how to give proper head, or do I have to teach you?”

You smirked, softly gripping his hair. He grumbled wrapping his lips around your base, before he moaned softly at the sensation, sending vibrations through your length. You tensed, feeling the intense pleasure, both physical, but also emotional. It felt so perfect to be able to do this, in the right, with the right body for you. You could almost felt tears prickling in again.

At first, Tony was slow with his mouth. He was bobbing his head softly, exploring the flesh and the new sensation with his tongue and lips, as you slowly guided him with your hand. But soon enough, his bobbing turned faster and more hurried, as you felt saliva dripping from his mouth to all around your length, dripping down to your pubic hair. You grunted, gripping his hair harder, as he clumsily tried to take it all.

“Ease up, baby. You can do this, do it slowly, at your rhythm…”

You murmured, your voice hushed by the pleasure. But Tony kept on going, his mind set.

“N-No… Want to take it all… Can take it all…”

He grumbled, eager to prove himself, as he choked again on your length, trying. You sighed softly, guiding his mouth slower.

“Fucking hell, you’re so perfect, Tone… Just keep sucking, you’re being perfect…”

You murmured, as Tony felt his skin shiver at the praise. Like always, he loved it. But while exposing his more vulnerable self, praising felt like a soothing balm to his opened wounds. His hand moved to your sack, cupping it, slowly massaging it, as you smiled at the intention. It felt nice, and added to the stimulation, it was divine.

“God, just like that…”

You grunted, as Tony kept on busying his mouth with his length, now eagerly sucking it, despite the still presence of his clumsiness, due to his lack of experience in doing it.

Finally, you decided to pull him away, as he grunted, at the loss of contact. You chuckled, shaking your head, making him lay in the bed with you.

“You…are getting the fuck of a lifetime.”

You smirked, echoing the numerous times he said it to you. He tensed in pleasure and anticipation, his lips stretching in a grin.

You started to pepper kisses down his body, covering neck with eager kisses, then his chest, stopping at his nipples, to play with them. You used the flick of your tongue to eagerly suckle at it, as his throat escaped grunts of pleasure. Your lips continued its path to his stomach, kissing his happy trail of hair, before you got to his crotch. You snickered, pulling his pants down, purposely skipping his groin. He groaned, squirming.

“Seriously? I gave you head, and-”

He started, as you interrupted him.

“Shut the fuck up… This will feel better than head.”

You snickered, before freeing his arse from his pants. You settled yourself cozily between his legs, as he started to figure out your intents.

“I-I… I haven’t shaved or anything… And I only took a shower this morning, and-”

He trailed, almost embarrassed, his vulnerability seeping through, as you decided to shut his insecurities up, by showing him how acceptant you were. Really acceptant.

You lapped up a stripe at his most intimate area, your tongue finding its way between his crack, to further entice him. He tensed, gasping, as you immediately went back there, this time with a goal. His hole. You licked at his most sensitive spot, like a starved man. You lubricated it, but most importantly, devoured him. You wanted him to feel desired, and you wanted to feel his hole clench around your tongue. You wanted to hear his gasps, moans, whimpers of embarrassment and pleasure. And god, did they feel amazing.

“O-Oh! Oh, fuck, you-! You crazy fucker, you can’t just- god, yes!”

He cried out, as you slurped, licked, moaned, slid your tongue around. After a few torturous minutes of you devouring his arse, you pulled away, slowly sliding a finger on his crack.

“I’ll go… easy and gentle. You tell me when it’s too much, or if it hurts, okay?”

You murmured to him, your eyes clouded by lust, as he nodded, his body almost shaking.

First, the tip of your middle finger. Just the first knuckle, slowly sliding in, as he gasped and clenched around you, his hole almost swallowing you up, eager for more. You went on to slide it in fully, as he let out a curse, gripping the sheet.

You smirked, slowly thrusting your finger, moving it around gently, to have him get used to the sensation. Clearly, he was loving it, the sneaky bastard, with the scrunch of his face, and his filthy moans. After a bit, you sneaked in the second finger, as slowly as you could, as his moans turned into actual groans.

“Fuck! Fuck yes, yes…. Like that, like-”

He gasped his back arching, as you caressed his thigh, your fingers still moving. If Tony had always seemed reserved, his body wasn’t. It was hungry, starving.

After the third finger passed, minutes later, you knew you could finally do it. Truth to be told, if you didn’t, you feared he’d just fire you. He was… eager.

“For fuck’s sake, just fuck me! Fuck me, damn it, just stick your big cock inside of me!”

Tony snapped, sitting up, his hair messy, his composure long lost. Needless, to say, you pounced on him like an animal, yourself also way too riled up.

You still managed to gently line your length to his entrance, lubing it up with as much spit as you could, and some lube that stood on the bedside table (you didn’t’ want to delve more on its presence), before finally entering him. Your eyes met as it happened, and you both gasped, utterly stunned by the pleasurable sensation.

You felt tears prickling, yet again. God, it was too good. Fucking him, you were fucking him! Your hips moved, as your tears of joy and pleasure streamed down your cheeks, and your hands rested on his chest.

“Fuck yeah, Tone… That’s right, take it…”

You choked out, your words slurred by lust and pleasure, as Tony was taking deep breaths, his back arching, himself also losing control.

“J-Just… God, yes. Fuck me, fuck me darling…”

He gasped, his hand holding to the back of your neck, bringing you closer for a heated kiss, your tongues delving in each other’s mouths. Perhaps it was an impression, or simply your own tears, but you felt as if he was crying as well.

Crying of pleasure, sobbing of utter pleasure. Surrendering himself to the one person who didn’t care about the Lord Baddingham, but simply himself, you.

“G-God, I love you so much…”

He choked out, his voice and his mind overtaken by his feelings. At his words, your eyes widened, and your pace accelerated, your mouth finding his again in heated kisses.

“I love you too… I love you too, Tone…”

You murmured, kissing his lips, holding him tight, like his body and his mind was silently begging you to do, the bed creaking and banging against the wall.

You kept on going, until you felt him clench tightly around you, and saw some cum landing on your joined stomachs, now softly sticking due to the semen. A wave of pleasure crashed over you, another type of orgasm, that was both physical and mental, and you collapsed next to Tony, still holding him.

Your first time like this. Your first time with him, like this, in your body. You kept on softly sobbing in joy, the sunlight peeking through the curtains, shining on your tears, as you laughed.

“God… It was amazing…”

Tony said, wrapping an arm around you, gruffly kissing your head, smiling, as you nodded, ready for one of another rare session of aftercare, and noisy kisses.

“Yeah… The fuck of a lifetime.”

You concluded, grinning.

#tony baddingham x reader #tony baddingham #rivals fanfiction #rivals jilly cooper #rivals 2024 #rivals disney+#rivals hulu #david tennant x reader #david tennant fandom #david tennant smut #ftm reader #trans reader #trans masc #transgender #david tennant #fanfiction #rivals #jilly cooper

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wake-me-up-inside-imagines · 11 months ago

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May I request a magic yandere lady X non binary reader (fem presenting)? If that’s! Not in the cards it’s alright!

Sure thing! Magic is kind of a vague subject, so I decided to make the Yandere lady (her name is Ivy btw) a witch, I hope that’s ok! I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: kidnapping, spell induced drugging, mind control, typical yandere behavior

Nonbinary! reader

Banner/divider credit goes to @strangergraphics

Witch! Ivy who's so used to being alone. She's something of a recluse, having lived solely by herself ever since her mentor died. Her cottage is in the middle of the woods, far, far away from society's prying eyes, which unfortunately also means it's far, far away from most people. The only real company she has is her cat lavender (she's gray instead of black, despite what you may think), and the wildlife that lives around her home. Great companions, but not so great when you crave human contact. But hey, at least she has all the herbs and plants she needs for her spells!

Witch! Ivy who 's shyness was her downfall. She had never been fond of interacting with people, even as a child, so when her mentor took her in, the lack of human connection didn't bother her much. Even when her mentor died, she didn't feel as if she was missing out on anything, as sad as she was to lose her. She was just... too used to not seeing people.

Witch! Ivy's who's surprised when she finds you, unconscious in the woods, probably from dehydration, malnutrition, and exhaustion. After some deliberation, she carries you (well, uses a spell to carry you, she's not that strong) back to her cottage, placing you in the now vacant room adjacent to hers. It's nerve-wracking for her to have a stranger in her home, especially considering society isn't so kind to witches, but she couldn't just leave you there! Who knows what would have happened? There's a lot of wild animals out in the forest, and she's not so sure you'd be able to fight them off, assuming you regained consciousness, that is.

Witch! Ivy who nearly shoots out of her skin with fright when she hears you scream from upstairs. She sneaks down the hallway toward the room you're currently occupying, nervously gazing through the wooden doorway to the sight of you shivering in fear under the bed covers, having no clue how you got there. Your fear only grows when you notice her peeking around the corner, and a pang of guilt swamps her at the fact that she scared you more.

Witch! Ivy who rushes into the room, hurriedly explaining how she found you before you start screaming again. Thankfully, her words seem to calm you, understanding dawning on your face. Your fear turns to gratefulness, and you thank her repeatedly for saving you and bringing you into her home, despite the fact that you're a complete stranger.

Witch! Ivy who blushes at your thankfulness, unused to such praises. She quickly excuses herself, using the food she's been making for you as an excuse to leave the room before you can see how flustered she is. She flees down the stairs, spending the next few minutes tending to the soup she's created for you while she tries to calm herself down. She busies herself with the food in front of her, lacing it with a spell that will help you heal up quicker once you consume it. Due to how poor your condition was, it'll take a while for you to fully regain your strength, even with the spell, but after a couple of weeks, you should be back to normal.

Witch! Ivy Who brings you your food, silently gesturing for you to lie back when you make a move to get up. She sits silently beside you while you eat, mostly to make sure you're strong enough to keep the food down, and you use this opportunity to explain to her how you got in the position she found you in. Turns out you had been hiking, and decided to go off the trail. A bad idea in hindsight, but you thought it would be fun, and besides, you weren't that far from civilization anyway. But then the hours rolled by, and you hadn't gotten out of the wilderness, and then hours turned to days, and you were still lost, the only landmarks around you being trees and rocks and more trees. You had packed enough food and water for a day or two, but you had quickly run out, leading to the predicament Ivy found you in.

Witch! Ivy who assures you that you're safe now, and you're welcome to stay as long as you need to to recover. She's more than nervous at the idea of someone she doesn't really know staying in her house for weeks on end, but she can't just throw you back outside! She warns you that it'll take a while for you to regain your full strength, but you remain positive, thanking her for providing you shelter while you recover.

Witch! Ivy who spends the first week of your stay hiding away from you, only approaching your room when she's bringing you something to eat and drink. It honestly hurts your feelings a little bit. Did you do something to offend her? Is she scared of you? Why is she avoiding you like the plague? You're still too weak to get up and explore the house on your own, so for now, your stuck trying to figure out how to keep her with you for longer from your bed. You try to strike up a conversation every time she visits, but she always keeps her sentences brief, answering your questions enough so that you aren't ignored, but nothing more. It begins to frustrate you, until one day, you decide to do something about it.

Witch! Ivy who's surprised to see a sad, sullen look on your face the next time she visits. She wanted to ask what was wrong, but before she could, your voice, smaller than normal, rings out. "Why are you so scared of me?"

It's a simple question, but it throws Ivy of balance for a second. She nervously asks what makes you think she is, and you sigh before explaining how her reserved and skittish nature made you worry you had done something to scare or offend her.

Witch! Ivy who stands there silent for a moment before gaining the courage to speak. She reluctantly opens up, explaining that she's not really used to interacting with people, and in fact, is kind of scared of them in general. You can tell how nervous she is by the way she's fidgeting with the sleeve of her shirt, but she reassures you that you've done nothing wrong, she's just... not good with people.

Witch! Ivy who notices how much gentler you are when she enters the room, now that you know why she's so shy. You speak to her in a softer voice, still trying to engage her in conversation, but not as pushy as before. You start asking questions about her life and how she lives on her own, and she takes the bait, allowing herself to open up more and more with each conversation the two of you have. It impresses her how you've managed to draw her out of her shell, engaging her attention until you're all she can think about. There's just something about you that's so... captivating!

Witch! Ivy who thinks your the most beautiful person she's ever seen. Or, well, could ever see. Now that you're not on the brink of dying from malnutrition and dehydration, your natural features are much more prominent, and she thinks you look absolutely stunning. She lends you her dresses and blouses while you stay, and her long, flowy clothes only aid in bringing out your beauty. You've caught her staring at you on more than one occasion much to your amusement. Sometimes, she'll even work up the courage to ask if she can mess with your hair.

Witch! Ivy who starts to cling to you more and more, until almost all her time is spent with you. It's a complete 180 from how she was acting before, but now that she's gotten more used to you, she can't get enough. It's like all the years of isolation have finally come crashing down on her all at once, forcing her to seek out your company in order to squash the heavy feeling of loneliness that crashes down on her as soon as she's left alone. She spends most of her time in your room, only leaving when she needs to get on with her daily chores. It doesn't bother you, you're glad for the company, and besides, you've found that past all her shyness is a really sweet, lonely woman.

Witch! Ivy who gets so nervous when you're strong enough to get up and roam around the house, following you around as you wander like a lost puppy. Not because she doubts you've strength, but because she didn't really hide any of her witchy stuff beforehand, which means you're more than likely to discover what she actually is. She doesn't want to lose the only friend she's ever had, she can't lose you're companionship-

Witch! Ivy who nearly faints from fright when you discover her cauldron and begin questioning her, asking her why she has so many herbs and spellbooks strewn around the black pot. She doesn't answer, although she can tell by your expression that you're already figured out the answer to your own question, and she prepares to flee the cottage as soon as you inevitably begin screaming in fear once again.

Witch! Ivy who's astounded when instead of calling her a monster, you start asking her all sorts of questions about witchcraft, carefully observing all of her things with keen interest. The whiplash she gets from her own emotions is insane, she goes from terrified to overjoyed within seconds. You're not scared of her! And you think she's cool! Ivy doesn't hesitate to show you everything she can, explaining what all her tools are for, what her herbs can do when used correctly, and even demonstrating a couple of minor spells for your entertainment. You're head will be spinning by the end of it, but it's worth it to see the massive grin on Ivy's face.

Witch! Ivy who shyly asks you why you aren't afraid of her. You mention that you get what it's like to be an deemed as an outcast by some, and when she asks you what you mean, you explain how your identity isn't the most welcomed by certain groups of people, especially when your more feminine appearance makes some question your validity. Because of how removed she is from society, Ivy doesn't really understand why your identity is such a big deal to some people, especially when it doesn't affect anyone but you, but she appreciates that you can empathize with her, even if it's not the exact same.

Witch! Ivy who spends as much time as you'll let her teaching you everything she can about witchcraft. It's almost like she's taking you in as her apprentice, and in the back of her mind, she secretly thinks of you as such. the idea of you leaving no longer thrills her, in fact, she dreads the idea of such a thing ever happening. She hopes with all her heart that you'll stay here with her, learning and growing alongside her for the rest of your lives. Maybe if she shows you the powers you could unlock, you'll forget about your old life and stay with her. She'll never have to be alone again!

Witch! Ivy who grows increasingly nervous as the stronger you get, the more you start speaking of the life you've been living before this. She tries to distract you with spells and potions, even bringing you along to help with chores, but it's just not enough to keep you from wanting your old life back. Once, she implied that you should stay with her, if only for a little while longer, but you gently turned her down, explaining how much you missed your friends and family back home. She said she understood, but she really didn't. Why did you want to leave her so bad? Was she not enough for you? She could give you everything you could possibly want, why do you want to leave? Especially when the world was so cruel to you for no reason, why would you ever want to go back?

Witch! Ivy who freaks out when one day, you tell her that come morning, you'll be heading back home, using the map she has hung up on her wall. You promise her that you'll be safe and careful, but she still frets, begging you to reconsider. You remain adamant in your decision, and eventually she calms down, apologizing for her anxieties about you traveling alone. You offer to take her with you, but she refuses, citing that society would never accept her, and that she was happier here, in nature.

Witch! Ivy who watches you climb the stairs to your room, bidding you goodnight. Internally, she's freaking out, trying to figure out how to make you stay with her. She can't let you leave, she can't be alone again! You've shown her what it's like to have companionship, and now that she has it, she won't lose it. The possibilities run through her mind: She could use a spell to weaken you, but she doesn't want to risk your health, and besides, you would know she had done something if you were to get ill right before you were meant to leave. She could send you into a long, interrupted sleep, but that would be no different from you leaving: You're true presence would be absent. She could cast a forcefield spell around the property, but then you would hate her for keeping you here against your will. There was only one option left.

Witch! Ivy who insists on making you breakfast before you leave in the morning, and you agree, seeing no harm in it. She may have magical abilities, but you would never expect her to use them against you, right?

...Right?

...Why is she looking at you like that?

Witch! Ivy whose eyes meet yours, sadness and a hint of regret shining in them. Uneasiness begins to rise in you as she tells you she's sorry it's come to this, but before you can question her, she says something in a language you don't understand, and suddenly your body feels heavy, like it's being weighed down by an unseen force. You can't move anything except your eyes, you can't even speak, you just remain sitting there, your empty plate laying in front of you, mocking you.

Witch! Ivy who tells you to stand up, and you do, completely against your own will. Her soft voice commands you to walk back up the stairs and enter your room, and your body obeys, completely oblivious to what you want it to do. You aren't in charge of it anymore. You're body marches up the stairs, almost robotic in its movements, and Ivy follows close behind you, guilt radiating off of her.

Witch! Ivy who starts rambling, explaining how sorry she is to do this, how terrible of a person she must be, but that she can't lose the only companionship she's had since the death of her mentor. She tells you how you've opened her eyes to what she's been missing out on, but that she can't enter society as a whole because of how dangerous it would be for her. This is the only solution she could think of. She assures you that she'll give you anything you could possibly want, how you'll always be comfortable as long as you stay with her, and how the spell isn't permanent, it's just there until you become more comfortable with the idea of living with her. She lifts it enough that you can control your body freely, but if she needs to, she can regain control once again. Ivy promises not to use it unless you try to leave, but she can see the mistrust in your eyes, even after all her words. How could she do this to you? She had been so kind, so why? Why was she adamant you stay here?

Witch! Ivy who can see the hurt in your eyes, so she leaves the room. She's fairly confident you won't try to leave, and besides, she has a detector spell set up around the house, so no one can get in or out without her knowing. She understands why you're upset, and she truly does feel bad, but she can't lose you! She wouldn't survive the loneliness returning, she needs you by her side. All she can do now is hope that one day you'll understand, and you'll stay by her side willingly.

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otakusheep15 · 7 months ago

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Flufftober Day 21 - Party

Content includes: Silver x reader, meet cute, non-binary Silver (personal headcanon), reader is implied to have anxiety and gets easily overstimulated

People bustle about Scarabia dorm as loud music plays through the speakers. Lights are flashing, people are shouting, and you’re trying not to get overwhelmed after immediately walking in.

Parties have never been much your thing. The only reason you decided to come was because Kalim personally invited you, and there was no way you could say no to those puppy eyes of his.

The crowd feels so large, and you have a hard time moving through the sea of people. All you want right now is to just find a nice corner and try to relax.

As you move, various people try to make small talk with you. You know some of these people from your classes, but most are just random students you’re vaguely familiar with. Regardless, you have no interest in talking with any of them, so you do your best to avoid them.

Eventually, you stumble across a seemingly quiet hallway. It’s dark, and no one seems to be around. You breathe a sigh of relief, stepping into the hall.

There’s a sudden movement to the side of you, and you jump, letting out a startled sound. When you look down, you see someone already sitting in the hall, looking like they just woke up.

They look up at you, and even through their tired expression, you can see the amusement in their eyes. Your shock morphs into a mixture of embarrassment and annoyance, and you cross your arms as you look down at them.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you. I thought you noticed me when you came into the hallway.”

They continue to look up at you, offering you a kind smile. They seem a bit more awake now, but obviously not enough to stand up.

You’re quick to forgive them, mostly because their smile is very pretty and their voice is shockingly angelic. You then ask the stranger if you can join them, telling them about how overwhelmed you were.

“Sure. Oh, and my name is Silver by the way. I suppose I forgot to mention that.”

You introduce yourself as well as you sit down, making sure to leave a bit of room between you. You’ve heard their name before, but this is the first time you’ve interacted with them. The students of Diasomnia tend to be rather intimidating, especially those who are close to the famed Malleus Draconia. From what you’ve heard, Silver is one of his guards.

However, strangely enough, you don’t feel very intimidated by them. After your initial scare, you find yourself feeling rather relaxed by their presence.

The silence between the two of you is nice, but you’re also feeling a bit curious about this new person. You decide to strike up a conversation, asking them what they’re doing napping in a hallway.

“Well, I have this tendency to fall asleep a lot, much to my dismay. I could feel myself getting rather drowsy during the party, so I figured it would be better to fall asleep here than out there.”

You suppose that makes sense. It would be pretty weird to fall asleep in the middle of a crowd like that.

“So, what about you? You mentioned feeling overwhelmed?”

A sigh escapes your throat. You tell Silver all about how much you dislike parties, feeling awkward and overstimulated with all of the bright lights and loud noises. You also mention your weakness to Kalim, and how he’s the only reason you bothered showing up.

“Ah, Kalim. I’m technically here for him as well. My fa- uhm… my upperclassman, Lilia, is a club mate of his, and he decided to drag me along after being invited. I found it rather difficult to refuse, so I just let him drag me here.”

They smile at you, and you smile back. At least you have something in common with this not-so-stranger.

The two of you stay like this for a while, talking about everything and nothing as the party continues in the background. Eventually, you can hear people beginning to leave, and a voice calling out for Silver.

“That must be Lilia. I suppose it’s time for me to go. It was wonderful meeting you. Will I see you around?”

They stand up, offering you a hand as well. You gladly accept, and they gracefully pull you up. Once you’re on your feet, you answer their question, stating that you certainly hope to see them around.

“Well, the feeling is mutual. Have a nice night.”

They give you one last smile before turning around and walking out of the hall, meeting up with the man you presume to be Lilia.

You stand there for a moment longer, practically frozen in place as butterflies erupt in your stomach. Maybe coming to this party wasn’t so bad after all.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #twst x reader #twst silver #silver vanrouge #twst silver x reader #silver vanrouge x reader #silver x reader #flufftober #flufftober 2024 #twst fluff

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npookie0 · 5 months ago

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Ronin x AMAB Reader who is unsure of their gender identity ? Like, reader knows they’re not cis but they don’t know what they identify as and they’re not sure they wanna come out because they’re scared of how they’ll be perceived by people? If you feel uncomfortable, feel free to skip this ask! I know it can be uncomfortable to write about gender identity dysphoria and stuff ❤️

Bird imprisoned in its own cage.

You were sitting on your bed, hands clasped together as you looked at the mirror facing you, or rather at your reflection,

This man... he doesn't feel like you. He is some what distant, like you're looking at a complete stranger, as if he wasn't there your entire life, watching you from the mirror.

You knew that you weren't a man, at least you didn't feel like one. But what were you then? You couldn't quite place it, your identity was a foreign concept for you.

And even if you would love to experience more with it, you were scared. What will people do? What if someone will attack you? You were so anxious about it, but the pain in your chest, the discomfort, the hate you felt every time you saw your face. You just wanted to rip your skin off, you wanted someone to take you apart piece by piece and rebuild you. Rebuild you in a way that you could accept yourself.

Well, there was someone like that. His head was currently resting on your shoulder as he looked at your reflection.

"What's the scowl for darling?"

Ronin asked, his plum hair tickling your neck.

You looked at his reflection, finding his eyes and focusing on them. Ronin was so perfect in your eyes, yes he's a crazy bastard, but he doesn't care. He lives his life how he wants, no one matters, nothing matters.

"Ronin, what if I'm not a man?"

You asked, immediately asking the question. You must've sounded so weird, you wanted to tell him to forget about it, but Ronin was faster. He straightened himself and turned your face to look at him.

"If you're spilling your guts open, do it to me not to my reflection, baby."

He said, that annoyingly confident smirk glued to his lips, never leaving his face.

You sighed. You started it, so you can as well finish it.

"I don't think that I'm a man, but..." You paused, taking a deep breath. "... I don't know who I am. I can't place it. Am I woman? Am I non binary? Am i someone else entirely?"

Your hands were sweating, you tried to wipe them into your pants, but the sweat was still there. What if he wouldn't understand? What if Ronin thought that you're weird?

"Oh god, that's it?"

He asked, you looked at him and he was there just chuckling. Why was he laughing? Really, Ronin is such a confusing person.

"What's so funny?"

You asked with a huff, your brows narrowing.

"Awh, nothing. It's just cute how you're so scared."

He said and took your hands in his, rubbing their backs with his thumbs.

"You're not the only one with confusing gender history darling."

He said, like it was the most normal thing, like he was talking about his lunch and not something as big as gender identity.

You blinked a few times.

"You're... trans?" Wow, how could you never see that? "And you never told me?"

He titled his head to the side, pulling you closer.

"You never asked, plus why does it matter?"

"Oh, right it's not really that big for me."

You said realising that you could be understood as transphobic.

"Exactly. Don't worry baby, I don't take stuff personally."

He just shrugged.

"So, what should we call you now? Maybe we should try with female pronouns first? See how you feel with it. What do you think, princess?"

He asked, bringing your hand closer to kiss your knuckles.

Somehow Ronin's presence felt so comforting... So perfect.

Headcanons <3

Ronin will try out every pronoun and form you may ever need to try out. You want to be called by she/her and female marked names? He's on it, no questions asked.

He will make it his life mission to help you find your style, he was there too and he would appreciate the help, so why not help you now?

If you will anxious about testing new things, he will try to help you calm down, he's a great encouragement.

He will make a list of nicknames to call you by. He has to be prepared for every occasion.

#killer chat #killer chat ronin #fanfic #fluff #asks #amab reader #gender questioning

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eddiemunson-reader-shame · 11 months ago

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About the Blog

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Yo, call me London.

I made this blog for funsies. I got into Stranger Things recently after going through a bad time with my health, and I made this blog to put my fun little creations up and just have a nice space where I can relax, work on no pressure projects, and just talk some Stranger Things with friends.

If I’m being honest I won’t take requests. I’m just mainly doing this for me.

As you can see, I am in deep for Eddie Munson. He reminds me a lot of my IRL partner and I enjoy that his character shares a lot of personality traits with myself as well. Eddie was is and always will be for the freaks ❤️.

Please keep in mind that this space is 18+ only, no minors please.

Also, do keep in mind that I will write my high school reader inserts as being 18 years old in senior year when paired romantically with Eddie Munson, who I’ll write to be around 20-21. There seems to be a lot of drama surrounding writing involving the canonical plot, and I just thought I’d make it clear that the characters are of age in any romantic or intimate situations. I’m also not much of a smut writer, mainly its fade to black or purple prose to hell.

Current Projects

• Eddie Munson x Reader- late Christmas fic

• Hellfire Club & Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader- The Pregnancy Scare™️ fic

• Crow Journal pages for Allie Perea

• Eddie Munson x Hopper!Reader & Dustin Henderson- babysitting fic

• Eddie Munson x Hopper!Reader- meet cute

Masterlist

•• A Freak and A Basket Case: The Seven Inches of Satanic Panic Edition Masterlist — My Hispanic!reader insert written as the good lord intended: as an OC fic.

•• If You Have Corroded Coffin, You Have Everything - Series where Reader basically becomes Tobias Forge in 1986 Hawkins, Indiana and Corroded Coffin is a prototype of the band Ghost.

•• Headcanons - Some thoughts. Head delulu. Expect a lot of info dumping and general neurodivergence shenanigans.

•• Ulterior Motives - Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader smut based on the once thought to be lost media from the 1986 Adult Film “Angels of Passion”.

•• A Freak and A Basket Case - Eddie Munson x Fem!Hispanic!Reader series that started out as an OC fic, but I chickened out at the last minute and made it an Eddie x Reader.

•• The Dad!Eddie Collection - A series of different fics where you and Eddie become parents.

•• Space Oddity - The Weird!Reader Collection - The collection of fics where reader is basically a freak.

•• Something About Us - Eddie Munson x MKUltra!Experiment!Reader, non binary reader who is suggested to be Eleven's "sibling". We need more fanfics that revolve around Experiment!Readers in this fandom.

•• Be My Wife - An overnight sensation with Middle School!Eddie x Middle School!Reader sharing a Coca Cola and a kiss. I got my first hate mail anon from this one because I forgot to put a read more before I posted. So I left it as is out of spite. Includes references to A Clockwork Orange, Caligula, and Gladiator II.

Credits: Dividers by @strangergraphics-archive

#admin speaks #stranger things eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fanfiction #stranger things fanfiction #masterlist

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narrators-journal · 1 month ago

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Hey, I uhhhh, had a fun little idea for a Yandere!Naoto x Non-Binary reader scénario where the reader ends up downloading a seemingly innocuous dating sim set in Inaba with Rise, Yosuke, Kanji, and Naoto as the main romance options (With Yu as the stand-in Protag). Things start off normal until the game starts acting weird and corrupted, as Yu suddenly starts to take features of the player (Who’s has curly hair with glasses) and Naoto suddenly shows signs of being self aware. Even after witnessing the corruption of the game due to the detective’s influence and later deleting it, Naoto still continues to haunt the player and try to escape their computer (Basically a mashup of DDLC and Ben Drowned)

I hope this wasn’t too long and I hope you have fun with it :).

Okay, so this is a big ol’ experimental one. I tried a new format and I tried to just...really tap into some ben drowned energy. That being said! I do NOT think I succeeded. But hey! It’s just an experiment, and I had a good bit of fun trying to write it! I will acknowledge though, I may have missed some parts of the ask. I hope you enjoy it regardless!

CW: Yandere vibes, I tried to make it creepy. Invasion of privacy is also a thing.

March 21st

Hello! I am starting this blog as a way to catalogue the weird events that I’ve run into while playing that indie game Inabi in love, which I will likely shorten through this ordeal.

Anyways! To start, some context: I am a pretty avid Otome/dating sim fan. Cooking companions, I love you colonel sanders, or DDLC are prime examples of the official ones I’ve played, but I’ve also played fan games, like that Thief of Hearts dating sim Robbing the robbers, or Five nights at love. Long story short, I have played plenty of dating sims, and some of them have been horror. So, I am not a stranger to the genre and the twists on it.

So, when my best friend bought me Inaba in love as a gift, I thought it would be nothing but a cute new game to pick up. The issue was...it’s been a bit weird? I think it’s too long to post in one big post at this hour, so I’ll get into the rest of it tomorrow, but be warned, this gets very weird, and I know how insane this sounds but it’s true. Please at least humor me while I fight my shitty wifi and buggy ass computer.

March 22nd

Hi! I return after a good night’s sleep. Now, let’s try to get into this again.

When I booted up Inaba in love for the first time, I was on a discord call with the friend who bought me the game to give them my initial reactions and things were perfectly normal. Like with most dating sims nowadays, there were two gender options, a bowl cut-having male lead with the personality of a brick, and a matching girl with similarly gray hair in twin braids. They were cute, bland, the perfect projection. Nothing weird there. I chose the male lead for a first run on my friend’s encouragement and I went on.

Next up, I met the love interests. The first one was the mc’s best friends. Chie to start, and she’s a perfectly cute girl, very tomboyish, and less annoying than the male romance option that I think was named Yosuke. Who, by contrast, didn’t strike me as a character I’d enjoy. I thought at first that he’d fall into that whole character trope of cutesy clutz. But, he ended up proving to be pretty cute in the end, so it’s fine.

In terms of love interests, the wild shit happened when I met the final love interest, Naoto.

Now, please know, I am cutting out a lot of content to keep things short. This isn’t a review of the actual game, I am moreso venting about the creepy shit I’ve run into, and that only really started when I met Naoto. Not at first, of course, but it didn’t take long.

At first, Naoto was fine. He was quickly my favorite, smart, funny, mature, I thought he was great. I locked onto his romance route the moment I was given it, and I had fun for the first two or so dates. However, on the third date, things began to get a little weird. Naoto admitted to checking my criminal record. Which, is fine, he’s a cop, I expected that.

What I didn’texpect, was that Naoto would continue that trend of kinda? reasonable, but creepy shit.

On one hand, it made sense, he’s a cop character, he’s gonna do background checks, but the fuck type of lore did I miss to explain why he admitted to keeping a file on me on the fifth date? Also, some of the stuff he listed from that file, like my name, work history, school history, none of that was put into the game. That’s also not just stuff from my steam page, so where the hell did the game pull that information from?! Where on my computer did it get that stuff about me? My socials? Can games do that?

I have to end this here, though. With my first post, the site’s tab on my computer closed itself and I actually lost that entire post and had to rewrite it a lot faster. I want to make sure I don’t have to do that here too. I’m already red flags on that end, so uh...I’ll return with more!

March 25th

Okay, I return after a small break. I’m gonna stop summarizing the game as a whole. Outside of Naoto being weird, the game’s your general otome game. You go through your day and talk to your romance options, trying to get dates and give them gifts. I mostly want to vent and maybe warn? About Naoto’s behavior. Which, by the way, doesn’t stop just in the game. I took those first two days off of the game to type up those posts, and by that point I had locked myself into his route. That’s how I know all about this stuff, but I don’t think I’ll continue it now.

At first, I thought it was just in-character. Naoto was stated to be a cop prodigy, so it made sense that he’d be able to do a thorough background check on the lead. But then he has a file on the main lead. Which, I know doesn’t sound insane, but this game’s lead is stated to just be a transfer student. I’ve tried googling and researching, but nothing I’ve found has implied or stated that the lead has some secret dark past, so I have no clue why he’s got a whole file. What information do the cops apparently have? Again, what lore did I miss? I tried looking up whether there was some subtle morality system built in, but no one mentions anything like that, so I’m just left to assume Naoto has a file on the male lead’s boring ass life. Why?! That’s creepy as hell when I remember the fact that this character also uses my own information.

But! I’m getting off track. Back to the creepy antics that have killed my urge to complete Naoto’s route. Like how the mc’s design had changed when I opened the game next! (No, I will not elaborate beyond he had the same hair color and texture as me)

Like I said, I took a two day break to write out my first two posts, and after that, I returned to the game. I mostly only did it to try and double check which date I was at with him, but as soon as I ran into him, he blew up on me.

Naoto snapped at me for abandoning him. Leading him on, being a flake, stuff like that. Which confused me? Because when I’d left the game, he was in a good mood, the date at his house had gone great (once I got past him commenting on how my yard is, trust me guys, there’s too much unnerving stuff to put in this series. I’ll probably follow it up with some bullet points at some point.) So, I had no clue how he knew I’d called him a creep? Does this game check your socials in real time? That’d be a really good horror game trick, but this was an otome game, and one that wasn’t marched as a psychological horror like DDLC, so I don’t know why that’d be programmed in. Which, is why I’m done.

A fictional character shouldn’t be able to just dothat, a main character shouldn’t alter his appearance mid-game to look like me, and I got really creeped out at him being so mad that I’d posted about Love in Inaba and his romance route. It feels invasive at this point, and I’m just...gonna delete the game. I suggest that if any of you want to buy this game, maybe don’t? Or, maybe wait until the developers explain this. Because, if they programmed their game to dig around in socials and computers, they’re at least insanely good at their job, or creeps.

For now, I’m gonna cut this post here. My laptop’s been kicking itself off of the wifi when I post stuff, so it’s been annoyingly touch and go just writing this lol. Also! That reminds me!

If you’ve sent me a DM in the last few days, about my post or the game, I promise I’ve seen the notifications, but when I’ve gone to check, nothing’s shown up. So, please feel free to try again, I think this site is bugging out.

I’m sorry if this little vent thread isn’t very good, or thorough on what exactly is creepy about the game, so I’ll go ahead and give a small bullet point on some of the small ways Naoto’s been creepy. I’ll come back to wrap this up and probably go into more detail there as well. Consider this a little appetizer while I try to recall more.

Naoto mentioned the state of my front yard

He mentioned my family in an attempt to get closer to me

On date 3, before I’d locked into his romance route and was also talking to Chie, Naoto got a bit jealous and mentioned where I’d taken Chie for lunch in the game.

The apparent real time reading of my social media

Naoto interrupted and seemed to basically chase Yosuke off when I tried to further his romance route.

He knew what I had for lunch

And this is all just the stuff I can comfortably blame on the game. I’m starting to suspect something supernatural’s going on with my laptop. Because the wifi wasn’t thisbad before, and tabs don’t just close on their own.

April 2nd

Hello! I return once again! I sadly won’t be listing issues I’ve run into with my partner, I just thought I’d post once my wifi had stabilized and assure you all that I’m doing fine. Please don’t actually DM me, I’ll be fine and am plenty happy. I’m no longer scared of that silly game, I’m sorry if I creeped any of you out, I just fell for the game’s tactics. Don’t mind this post, I’m sorry lol, it’ll be down soon.

#Yandere!Naoto x reader #Persona 4 #persona #Naoto Shirogane x reader #Yandere #Naoto Shirogane #Yandere!Naoto Shirogane #scenario #ask #x reader #gender neutral reader

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collinrobinsonsglasses · 1 year ago

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I see you're taking requests 👀 I would like to request a Izzyxreader where Izzy comforts the reader when they're struggling with dysphoria if you're okay with writing stuff like that <3

Izzy Hands x Reader (AFAB/non-binary)

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A New Look

Whenever The Revenge docked, you avoided going ashore. The prospect of walking around, having to see the gaze of strangers, only intensified the feeling of misery within you. You didn’t hate the fact that you once saw yourself as a girl, but the resentment flared up whenever people still saw you that way. Feeling trapped by societal expectations, the world seemed insistent on forcing you into one of two rigid categories, even though you didn’t neatly fit into either.

Stede Bonnet’s crew was special— they accepted everyone for who they were. Fortunately, Jim had already set an example for you. Once you shared your needs, they quickly started using your correct pronouns and treated you with genuine respect. The Revenge provided a sense of safety for you, and the thought of venturing ashore seemed daunting. However, Stede Bonnet insisted that everyone needed a break from the ship.

The day unfolded predictably, yet uncomfortably, as it seemed like every glance and word from others onshore was a judgment. Merchants repeatedly addressed you as ma’am, casting a shadow over your mood. With each instance, a sense of unease settled in, and as the day progressed, you couldn’t escape the feeling of shrinking into yourself, grappling with the weight of others’ perceptions.

You stared into the glass window of a shop, captivated by the reflection staring back at you, and a feeling of pain shot through you. Opportunities to see yourself were rare at sea, and you actively avoided such moments. Your fingers sifted through your long hair—a reminder of your mother’s insistence on keeping it that way throughout your upbringing. Even on the open sea, you had unconsciously followed her advice. There were many aspects of yourself you wished to change in that moment, but as you scrutinized your reflection, your focus fixated on your hair. Glancing up, you caught Israel Hands’ gaze reflected in the glass, his expression showing concern as he observed your inner struggle.

Izzy had been your most trusted confidant on the ship, second only to Jim, especially during Blackbeard’s Kraken Era. In this vulnerable moment, the last thing you wanted was to be noticed. Swiftly averting your gaze from the window, you made a beeline for the ship, seeking comfort in the safety of The Revenge.

Knowing that Izzy’s cabin had a mirror, you quickly hid there, setting the mirror before you. Time blurred as you locked eyes with the reflection, yearning for a different person to gaze back at you. The longing for change intensified, and with determination, you raised your dagger towards your hair, ready to sever its length. The moment hung in anticipation when the door swung open.

“Stop,” Izzy demanded, halting your actions. He approached with a gentle stride, reaching out to firmly take the dagger from your grasp.

Back within the secure confines of the ship, the emotions you had been suppressing erupted all at once, and tears cascaded down your cheeks. “I need to do this, Izzy.”

Seated at his desk, you continued to gaze at the mirror, and Izzy bent down beside you. He gently guided your chin to meet his gaze, using his thumb to wipe away the streaming tears. “I’ll give this back,” he assured, holding up the dagger, “once you tell me what’s going on in that head of yours.”

“I just feel wrong with long hair, Iz.” You tried to imagine how to express how you were feeling to him, hoping to find an explanation that he might understand. “It’s like sword fighting with your non-dominant hand. It feels faulty and exhausting. I just feel uncomfortable,” you whispered, your fingers unconsciously tugging at your hair.

“How will cutting your hair make you feel?” Izzy asked curiously, devoid of any judgment.

“Like me,” you smiled through your tears. As the words left your mouth, you realized the undeniable truth they held. This wasn’t a hasty decision; it was a desire you had suppressed in the past due to how unattainable it seemed. However, being part of Stede’s crew, forging your own path far from the pressure of family, made this once-distant possibility now attainable.

“I’ve spent way too fucking long trying to make myself something I wasn’t,” Izzy whispered back. As he spoke, memories of the night of Calypso’s party flooded your mind, the night it seemed like Izzy was finally allowing himself to be true to who he was. “I want you to feel like yourself,” Izzy affirmed with sincerity, his gaze reflecting understanding and support.

He rose to his feet, giving your shoulder a reassuring squeeze, the dagger still in his grasp.

“Then can I have my dagger back?” you asked, rolling your eyes.

“Fuck no. If you’re doing this, you’re doing it right,” Izzy demanded, before exiting the room.

He returned a short time later, with Wee John trailing behind him.

“Izzy said you wanted a new look,” Wee John said with confidence, pushing past Izzy.

You replied with an eager nod. Immense gratitude flooded you at the sight of Wee John. Among the crew, he stood out as the most artistic pirate, always sewing dresses, or crafting something new with his knitting needles. You felt relieved that Izzy had enlisted someone who knew what they were doing.

Once you described what you wanted, Wee John responded with a casual “Oh, I’m totally down for that” and promptly began working on transforming your hair.

"I'm gonna fuck off then,” Izzy declared, leaving the room to give Wee John the space to work his magic.

Excitement bubbled within you as you observed each long strand of hair gracefully falling to the floor. Wee John, with skilled hands, orchestrated the transformation, and with every snip, the weight of the past seemed to fall away. When he finally lifted the mirror to your face, a wave of euphoria cascaded through you. In that moment, the reflection staring back at you was a blend of beauty and handsomeness, a testament to Wee John’s skill with scissors. In that moment, for the first time, you truly felt like yourself. A broad grin spread across your face as you lifted the mirror, and the smile on Wee John’s face mirrored your own joy. Overwhelmed with gratitude, you set the mirror aside and enveloped him in a tight hug, expressing your thanks profusely.

You swiftly ascended to the deck, greeted by a chorus of compliments from the crew. Their words not only made you blush but allowed you to relish in their genuine praise, a rarity that, for the first time in a long while, you truly believed. Scanning the deck, your eyes sought out Izzy. When your gazes locked, you discovered a rare soft smile gracing his face. He approached you, gently running his fingers through your freshly cut hair.

"How do you feel?" he whispered.

"Like myself," you replied. The tears that earlier signified pain now transformed into tears of happiness. Once again, Izzy used his thumb to wipe away the tears, planting a warm kiss on your forehead.

"I can tell," Izzy replied warmly. You sensed his nervousness before he spoke, recognizing vulnerability is a challenge for him. "You should always be able to feel like yourself. No matter what you choose to change about yourself, I think you’ll always look perfect. I'm glad you are finally seeing yourself the way I see you. Perfect."

#izzy hands x reader #ofmd x reader #our flag means death #ofmd #izzy hands #ofmd fanfic

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bagerfluff · 2 years ago

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Stranger Things Master List

🌶️ = Smut

Will Byers x Male Reader

Sweater

#lgbtq #transgender #bisexual #pansexual #asexual #nonbinary #nonbinary reader #non binary imagines #stranger things x male reader #stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things x you #stranger things x y/n #male reader imagines #male reader

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specialagentlokitty · 1 year ago

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Carol Danvers x teen!reader - be yourself

Hi! Can I ask for familial figure Carol Danvers story please where Reader is non-binary, and their family is very phobic to queer stuff, and so R runs away and Carol takes them in? - Anon💜

TW: mentions of unaccepting family

Standing in your living room, you took a look at your parents and you took a small breath.

“I uh.. I just wanted to tell you guys something…” you said quietly.

You mom smiled at you.

“Of course, what is it?”

Taking a deeper breath, you glanced away, running a hand up and down your arm nervously.

“I’m non binary…”

“Huh?” Your dad said.

Both of them sat up, looking at you sternly, and you subconsciously took a step back from them.

“I’m non binary… I Uhm… I don’t really feel like I identify as male or female… like they just don’t feel right…”

“Get that shit out of your head.” Your dad snapped.

You snapped your gaze to him in pure shock.

“There is no such thing! You were born as what you are so that’s what you are! You can’t change that!” Your mom yelled.

You felt tears burning your eyes as you listened to them go on and on about how it wasn’t right, how none of it was right and that you needed to see a doctor.

You stood for what felt like forever listening to them until you turned around, just leaving the room.

You slammed your door shut, and sank down against it as you cried.

You weren’t sure what kind of reaction you were hoping for, but it definitely wasn’t that. Maybe some confusion, but you never expected to hear such harsh things from your own parents.

When you came down for dinner they kept going on and on about it, glaring at you and making sure to use the wrong pronouns when talking about you.

You thought maybe it would get better but it never did, and after nearly a week of this, being forced to see a doctor, and the constant harsh things they would say, you couldn’t take it anymore.

You packed a bag and you left in the dead of night, running down the street, running as far as you could until you could find a bus out of town.

Then you got on that, not thinking anything through, where to go or what to do.

It was how you found yourself in an unknown city, living on the streets.

It wasn’t easy, but at least this way you didn’t have to listen to them anymore.

You could get by enough from helpful strangers who gave you money, and sometimes you would join with local homeless teenagers who would meet up in the park just to play games or talk.

You were making your way down to the homeless shelter for something to eat when you all but walked into somebody.

“Oh I’m really sorry!” You rushed out.

“That’s alright, are you okay?” She asked.

Looking up, you took a step back, nodding your head.

Of course you would recognise such a hero as soon as you saw her, Carol Danvers, Captain Marvel, everybody knew who she was.

“Yes, thank you? Are you? I swear I didn’t take anything from you, I’ll wait here while you check.”

Carol frowned a little bit.

“Why would I think you’d take something?”

You gave a small shrug.

“Most people do. I’m really sorry I’ve got to go, the kitchen at the shelter closes soon!”

With a small smile you ran past her, and Carol watched as you left.

You didn’t think you’d ever see her again until one evening she wondered upon you camping in a construction site, and she walked over.

“Hey, it’s dangerous you know.”

“Huh?”

You turned around.

“Sorry, I’ll go. I just thought it would be safer here.”

“Hey, hey wait a minute kid.”

You stopped walking, letting her jog over.

“I saw you come in here last night too, are you sleeping here?”

You shrugged a little bit.

“It’s cold, and it’s not safe for you to be out in the streets. I can take you home.”

“No! Don’t take me home!” You pleaded.

Carol raised her hands, quickly nodding her head.

“Alright, okay. We won’t go there, but I don’t feel right leaving you here, can I at least take you somewhere else for the night?”

You shook your head.

“All the shelters are full up, I gave my spot to a boy a little younger than me…”

“Okay, maybe a hotel or something?”

“No money and they won’t take me cause I’m all covered in dirt and stuff…”

“Alright, how about we just go for a walk, yeah? You know who I am right? You know I wouldn’t hurt you?”

You nodded your head, trailing after her as she led you back to the street, and you began to slowly walk around.

“What’s your name?” She asked.

“(Y/N).”

“How old are you?”

“(Y/A).”

She looked at you.

“You’re so young… why are you out here (Y/N)? Where’s your family?”

You frowned, turning away from her.

“Don’t know, don’t care… disowned me…”

“What? Why? You don’t seem like the kind of kid who would do anything so bad to be disowned.”

“Non binary…”

“Oh wow really? I know loads of non binary people! They’re all so friendly and always so happy! You know on some other planets that how they’re raised, as non binary, and they can decide later if they want to stay as non binary, or change that.”

You looked up at her.

“Woah, really? And nobody cares?”

Carol smiled, shaking her head.

“Nope, totally normal. I’m sorry that your parents can’t accept that.”

You shrugged a little bit, looking back down at your feet as you clutched the straps on your bag.

“That’s life…”

“Yeah but it shouldn’t have to be, there’s nothing wrong with it, it’s more normal than people think.”

Carol took you to get some proper food, and she spent the whole night searching for somewhere for you to stay until she came across a small motel who thankfully had a spare room.

She snuck you in, and handed you the key to the room.

“Here, I’ll come back with some clean clothes and stuff for you, don’t open the door unless you know it’s me okay?”

You nodded your head, locking the door after her.

You didn’t know why this big time superhero was looking after you, but you were thankful for it.

When she came back, you managed to get a shower, and you sat in front of her as she brushed and cut your hair for you.

“What’s it like travelling space?” You asked.

Carol smiled, telling you about it, what she did and things she had seen, and you sat there fascinated.

She kept coming back, bringing you more and more things for the next two weeks until finally she stood in front of you.

“I’m sorry I have to go.” She sighed.

“It’s okay, it was really nice to meet you, I hope you stay safe.”

“Will you stay safe?” She asked.

You gave a small shrug, giving her a little grin.

“The best I can.”

She nodded her head, heading towards the door, but she didn’t walk out, instead she turned around to look at you.

“Ever thought about travelling space?”

“Ever since I watched doctor who, they made it look so cool!”

This made her laugh, and she opened the door, holding her arm out to you.

“Come on then.”

“Seriously? You don’t even know me.”

“Yeah I do, come on, I could use the company and Fury is always telling me to get a friend to travel with me.”

You grinned from ear to ear, grabbing your bags as you ran over to her.

You were practically bursting with excitement and Carol just watched you with a gentle smile.

In a way you reminded her of when she was younger, people telling her who she could and couldn’t be, and you had chose to be who you were, and she found that amazing.

She was proud of that, she was proud of everybody who chose to be themselves despite what people said, and she was going to take you from the streets and give you the love and respect you should’ve had in the first place, be the parent you should’ve had in the first place

#marvel #marvel x y/n #marvel x you #marvel x reader #marvel imagine #Carol Danvers #carol danvers x reader #carol danvers x y/n #carol danvers x you #Carol Danvers imagine #captain marvel #captain marvel x reader #captain marvel x you #captain marvel imagine

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freelancearsonist · 1 year ago

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✨ wip wednesday ✨

thank you to my love @covetyou for the tag <3 this is actually perfect bc i've been stumped on what to work on so i need y'all to decide for me

free falling love addict [dieter bravo]

this was supposed to be a porn w/o plot one-shot and is now a 5-part series full of feelings 💀 basically dieter falls hard and fast for a non-binary co-star who just so happens to be playing his daughter. there's a lot of drama and uncertainty and angst and it's a whole roller coaster ride (thank u to @beskarandblasters for the title and an absolutely STUNNING graphic that y'all will see later)

You wake up from your four hours of sleep with a little clearer mind, surprisingly. Dieter’s hot and he’d be a once-in-a-lifetime lay, but you’re playing his daughter in this show. How seriously do you want to be taken in this industry? Because banging the actor who plays your father in your first serious project is decidedly not the route to being taken seriously as a moviestar; in fact, it’s the kind of scandal that could end your career before it even starts. You shower, do your basic morning skincare routine, get dressed, and head to set. All the while, you chant your new mantra: Dieter Bravo is off limits no matter how badly you want to play right into his hands. His big hands. His big meaty hands that you want all over your–

(untitled) dad's best friend wedding joel [no outbreak joel miller]

BILL X FRANK SUPREMACY. this is bill x frank's world and we are just living in it. but anyway it's 2013, no outbreak, we're fixing the timeline, reader is frank's adopted daughter and maid of honor, joel is bill's best friend and best man. there's an age gap and a lot of trying to deny attraction until it all comes to a head and they work out their frustrations in the coat room after the wedding

You would’ve sworn, when you first met him, that an elaborate wedding would be the very last thing Bill would want. And yet this has been as much his planning as it has been your dad’s. It brings so much joy to your heart that your dad has found someone who matches him so completely. You couldn’t be happier for them; and at the same time, you couldn’t be more miserable for yourself. Because, as dedicated as you are to making this day perfect for them, Bill’s best man and long-time friend is maybe even more dedicated. He’s been turning this wedding into a friendly competition between the two of you, trying to one-up you at every opportunity he gets. It’s infuriating—especially when he wears that smug grin that’s become his signature expression around you. It’s torture, too, because all you want to do is kiss that stupid smirk right off his handsome face.

(untitled) blind date [dieter bravo]

basically dieter goes on a blind date with someone who has no clue who he is (you) and falls in love so hard

He never should’ve agreed to this—and really, it’s not even his fault that he did. His assistant should know better than to ask him questions when he’s a joint and a half in. Maybe it’s a sense of obligation after he pushed her into the pool last week—in his defense, she really needed to loosen up—or maybe he’s just plain lonely. Whatever it is, he’s here, the champagne is good, and there’s no point backing out now. He takes another peek at his watch and lets out a slightly-too-loud groan. You aren’t supposed to be here for another ten minutes, and he’s already been seated and drinking for fifteen. How Jennifer—the aforementioned assistant—managed to get him here early, he’ll never know. But he does know it’s the first and last time he’ll ever be early for an engagement; the anxiety of anticipation is far too stressful. Plus, he’s worried it makes him look desperate—too eager to meet a complete and utter stranger.

(untitled) dieter crashing your graduation party (consensually) [dieter bravo]

this is my baby 🥹 probably the most self-insert thing i will ever write tbh. yet another series that was supposed to just be a one-shot, i haven't actually planned how many chapters this is going to be yet but i know what i'm doing with the story line lol. basically your family throws you a graduation party when you finish cosmetology school, and because you're antisocial and don't want a huge crowd you tag people that won't/can't come on your invite post--but the one person you thought for sure wouldn't come actually shows up and it sets off the craziest series of events

The crowd has lulled a bit, and you’re just about to go find that bar you’ve been so excited about when someone you do recognize walks up the brick path to the gate. And god help you, your jaw actually visibly, physically drops. You blink once, twice, and then once again for good measure. But he’s still there–not wishful thinking, not a mirage. He’s real and solid and here. Dieter Bravo stands on your garden path with all the air of a god amongst men. He’s dressed in black from head to toe–perfectly tailored black suit pants and an open suit jacket over a silk button-up shirt. If it was anyone else, he would be overdressed; but he manages to make it look like the perfect mix of messy and put together. There’s a part of you that still thinks maybe it’s not him, that the dark sunglasses he wears hide the eyes of someone who has an uncanny resemblance to your favorite actor. But the other, larger part of you knows. You’re face to face with Dieter fucking Bravo.

(untitled) joel x hairdresser [jackson era joel miller]

i think this is going to be a 2-3 parter bc god forbid i write anything short. basically you're the resident hair stylist in jackson, and joel has hair that needs to be cut. he does you little favors in turn bc that's how jackson runs, but he ends up falling for you in the process

He starts to see traces of you everywhere, and he’d be bothered by it if thoughts of you weren’t so soothing. He sees wildflowers while he’s out on patrol and thinks they would be perfect to replenish the vase on your counter. He finds hair gel in a nearby drugstore and wonders if it’s something you could use. He pulls anatomy textbooks from a shelf in an abandoned library because he remembers you mentioning that you’d like to expand your services to include massage. He has to remind himself that he shouldn’t be thinking so much about someone who’s half his age–that it’s borderline creepy to see so many things and want to bring them to you as offerings. But then again, that’s how Jackson operates. If he wants a service, he has to be able to give something in return. And he wants your services most of all.

(untitled) shotgunning filth [lucien flores]

the doc title pretty much says it with this one 😂 i've only just started this one but here's what i have:

You see his car in your driveway when you get home and it makes you shiver. That stupid mint-condition hot-rod red 2003 Ford Thunderbird activates the most ridiculous Pavlovian response–your heart rate quickens, your stomach tightens with anticipation, your pussy starts preparing itself for the inevitable delicious torture you’re about to endure.

and if you want to hear more about any of these options, pls send me an ask i love talking about my stories :)

#wip wednesday #dieter bravo x reader #joel miller x reader #lucien flores x reader #dieter bravo #joel miller #lucien flores #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters

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sixtsposts · 7 months ago

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honeysorwell · 6 months ago

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Two hearts can fix everything

Synopsis of the story + Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7

Chapter 3

Par: Wilhemina Venable x fem!Reader

Tag list: @paulsonix @d14n4ol @harknspet @strawberryshorttcakkeee and if any of you want to be added just let me know!

Warning: none, I think I’m still in my clean era.

Word Count: 1,4k

Enjoy!

Y/N has never been the kind of person who wanted a stranger's company. She had her friends, her family and her coffee shop, all of them for longer than she can remember and it never occurred to her to need anyone else.

She had relationships. A boy she loved in her mid-teens, a charming girl who kept her company at the city's public library, a pretty non-binary person who worked at the coffee shop she had with her mother, as well as occasional affairs of no real importance, but one thing they all had in common was that they were people she knew.

But now, when Y/N changed the address of the coffee shop that she had owned for 4 years, the world gave her an unusual desire when we are talking about the company of the redheaded woman who occasionally showed up to order a coffee.

With her complicated name and formal attire, the redhead became someone Y/N unconsciously sought out every time the bell, attached to the front door of Gardenhouse Coffee, rang. It was hardly her, but when the purple clothes contrasted with the whole exterior, Y/N couldn't hold back her own smile.

The barista has always been a person with an easy smile. Since she was a child, she did everything to brighten up conversations between friends and was always looking lovingly at her family. When she started working with her mother in the family's first coffee shop, her sweet way of acting with everyone around her was just a bonus when working with the public.

Smiles were always returned, by men and women, and eventually that led to something more. But Y/N was never like that to get something, it was always just her instinct to give smiles to everyone.

What bubbles in the barista's mind is that there is something about the red-haired woman that makes Y/N want nothing more than to make her smile back. But maybe it's too early to think about that because Wilhemina enters the coffee shop and Y/N just wishes she could go back in time and add more purple and a kind of orange-red to the decoration. Even though the barista feels she doesn't have the ability to accurately predict the magnificence of the shade of red hair she admires from afar.

What should it smell like?

When silly questions start popping into Y/N's mind, she forces her head to shake negatively, as if the act would be able to scare away her thoughts and make the barista focus on the redhead's order.

However, the unexpected happens.

Every time Wilhemina came to the coffee shop, she ordered her coffee and waited until it was ready there, on the counter. Her attitude showed a bit of impatience, especially when the barista felt the redhead's gaze burning her back, but Y/N paid little to no attention at all to that.

Maybe the woman with the exotic name was always busy. Maybe she was late for something important and didn't have time to waste at a table.

However, on that day in question, the redhead apparently did.

The barista watched as Wilhemina approached a high table in the right corner of the coffee shop and sat down on the chair, before picking up the menu that was resting next to the napkins and observing it curiously.

It takes a few minutes, or seconds, the barista didn't really count, but when the redhead's eyes find hers, Y/N approaches Wilhemina.

"Good morning. Trying something new?", she knows she didn't scare the redhead because the woman's gaze hasn't left her face since she started approaching, completely ignoring the menu in her hand.

"Maybe… What do you suggest?", Wilhemina gives her the answer in a nonchalant manner, perhaps to mask the fact that she hadn't read the menu at all, exactly like the first time.

"To drink or to eat?"

"Oh no, I'm absolutely fine with my usual coffee…", she is extremely direct when she speaks, it almost makes Y/N flinch, but the barista doesn't.

Y/N touches the redhead's hand and lowers the menu until it is resting completely on the table. She leans a little over the surface too, just to get closer to the menu, and it doesn't go unnoticed when the redhead takes a deep breath next to her.

“Then I would recommend a yogurt cake with lemon… It's soft and not as strong or sweet as the others on the menu, so it won't interfere with the taste of your coffee.”, the barista says as she points to the figure of a simple cake compared to the others, and even though she doesn't want to, Wilhemina's eyes focus more on the fingers stretched out in front of her than on the figure itself.

“Oh… I like that…”, the redhead seems a little disconcerted, perhaps even uncomfortable with Y/N's proximity, so before speaking again, the barista moves her body away from the table and maintains the straight posture she had a few minutes ago.

“I was happy to see that you chose to spend some time here… Sitting and enjoying my coffee shop. You see…”, at this point, Y/N feels her face heat up, but she decides to just swallow her breath continuing. “I have some regular or potentially regular clients, like you… But you is the one I wait for and recognize from a distance.”

And it is as if Wilhemina's brown eyes have lost some of their shine. Before, her vision was focused on Y/N's face, but with her last sentence, now a clean napkin becomes interesting to her.

“I know… The cane…”

“Actually, it's all the purple.”, Y/N interrupts her before even hearing the entire sentence of the woman in front of her, driven by the desire not to let the redhead get the wrong impression of what she was trying to say, “I like it.”

It only lasts a second, but the barista sees the surprise in the redhead's eyes as soon as she hears what Y/N said. However, this look quickly turns into something else and is accompanied by a smile.

It is beautiful, with straight and white teeth, but it is so predatory that Y/N quickly feels like an animal about to be captured by a trap she thought she could play.

“Looking at this place, it’s hard to find a color you don’t like…”

It’s laced with venom, but Y/N is still too embarrassed to notice. So she answers honestly.

“Maybe black, Wilhielmina.”

“What?”, it’s confusing, as if the redhead had heard what Y/N said but that it didn’t make any sense, and so Y/N explains herself.

“I don’t like the color black. In my opinion, it shouldn’t even be a color, since it’s what we see when we close our eyes… I like to see the world and its colors, especially the pretty ones.”

There’s a silence. It only lasts a few seconds, and it’s enough for Y/N to think she said the wrong thing, but Wilhemina’s voice sounds before hers.

“Nice to know.”, contrary to what Y/N imagined, like another wicked smile or an eye roll, Wilhemina’s reaction was simply shocking.

The redhead blushed.

Once again, when Wilhemina received her piece of cake and her coffee, the note next to it had two hearts and her name misspelled. The same grammatical error as the other times, but it barely sounded like anything that important when compared to the quick conversation she had shared with Y/N.

It was hard for anyone to have the courage to talk to her. Maybe because of her intimidating appearance, or her deficiency, or even because of the way she carried herself and spoke to everyone around her, but the reality is that no one started silly conversations with Wilhemina. Until this barista arrived, ignoring everything that everyone else saw as warning signs.

And even if a part of the redhead wanted to just take it as an incident, it was good. Good enough that, as she ate, it occurred to Wilhemina that she enjoyed these silly conversations more than she realized.

When the redhead got up from the table, after finishing, she lazily walked over to the cashier and opened her bag.

There is something inside the bartender that just wants to say that the order is a gift for the redhead, just to see what kind of reaction it will cause, but she doesn't have much time to think about this possibility since the redhead is already handing her the money for the payment. But, before turning to the exit, Wilhemina says something to her that makes the barista's face heat up.

“Have a good day, Y/N. See you tomorrow.”

#sarah paulson #sarah paulson imagine #sarah paulson x reader #wilhemina venable #wilhemina venable imagine #wilhemina venable x reader

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bisexualcage · 1 year ago

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hey! first off, i just wanna say i love your writing and the way you write johnny! if you’re comfortable with it, would you write a johnny x reader fic where reader is asexual (can be any gender) and tells johnny one night and thinks he’s gonna be like upset or whatever by the news but he’s actually really supportive and asks about it to learn more? and maybe at some point reader or johnny’s friend (or honestly just a random stranger would work too lol) asks how reader can be asexual but romantic at the same time?

totally not based off a convo i had with my friend lmao

- Hey! Thank you so much ahhh ❤️ Took my time with this one, hope you like it and that I hope did some sort of justice for ace rep <3, p.s changed a few things up

Shades of Black, Grey, White, & Purple /

Johnny Cage x Gender Neutral!Asexual Reader

warnings: brief dialogue about intimacy, sex ect.

An: I proofread this pretty quickly lol

“You haven’t touched your food, honey…”

Johnny and you decided to attend a pride parade, with that came some hot greasy foods and just overall a good time. It was Johnny’s first time attending one with you, according to him he’s a “pride parade veteran” which made you laugh. But despite the laughs and the great atmosphere you couldn’t help but grow sour at what was growing inside of you and what’s been eating at you for weeks now since you’ve both been dating.

You snap out of your trance as you hear Johnny’s voice echo in your ear; “Oh- yeah- my bad.” you take a bite out of your corn dog and chuckle.

Johnny of course didn’t buy it, he shrugged it aside for the sake of having a good time but you could tell that he could tell something has been up lately. An occasional fan of his would stop him for a selfie or two as you both admired the different pride flags being waved in display and ate food, his arm around your waist as he pulled you against his side. Music blasted in the background and whistles went off as people walked down the street celebrating, it was such an inviting and welcoming atmosphere.

Johnny takes a bite out of your corn dog without much warning and grinned, “Hey, you ain’t eating it so I might as well.”

You chuckle back and lean your head against his shoulder as you both walked, but pause as soon as you spot an huge asexual flag being waved by a person. Your heart beat went fast, your skin turning warm. You’ve been doing research on asexuality for a while now, it’s been keeping you up at night and has consumed most of your days. Trying to figure out if that was missing puzzle piece you needed. Seeing another person identify the same way made you earn goosebumps and it gave you a contagious smile that Johnny quickly took notice of.

“Aw, what’s up baby? See something you like that isn’t me?” He says cockily but with a playful tone, his shades shining against the sun.

You roll your eyes and elbow him softly with a snort; “Shut up, Johnny.” You smile at him. His eyes follow yours and they see how you’re staring at the big flag a few feet away, he raises his eyebrow but doesn’t question it.

“Say, I’m not that knowledgeable about pride flags, care to tell me a few?”

You snort, “I thought you said you were a ‘Pride Veteran’.”

Johnny laughs, “And I am! I just haven’t studied up on all the flags yet. I mean, I know the rainbow one and the bisexual one.”

“I’d be concerned you being a bisexual man and not knowing those.” You snort loudly.

Johnny bites his lip at your teasing and leans in to kiss your cheek, “So you gonna tell me a few other flags?”

You hum, thinking about the asexual flag but quickly shove it aside seeming as you’re not ready to open that can of worms yet. “…oh there’s the lesbian flag, it’s all pinkish and reddish!”

Johnny’s eyes light up, “Oh yeah? I think I saw that one being flown early I was wondering what it was!”

You chuckle as you continue to tell him about a few other flags, like the trans flag and the non binary one. It was fun seeing him so engaged in queer culture, his eyes light up like a Christmas tree when he sees you explaining them. An ice cream vendor with a little cart comes in to view suddenly and Johnny almost jumps at the sight, running to the man and dragging you with him.

“What flavors you got?” Johnny said a bit too excitedly at the vendor.

“Coconut, passion fruit-“ the vendor went on.

“PASSION FRUIT?!” You interrupt, your mouth watering. “Can I have passion fruit please?!”

Johnny looked at you an unmistakable warmth in his eyes and shook his head at your enthusiasm. “I’ll have the same as this nerd over here.” He elbows you playfully.

The vendor quickly got to scooping passion fruit ice cream in to 2 cups and handing them over to you both, you begin licking the soft serve immediately.

“How much is it?” Johnny takes out his wallet like it was an automatic thing, he always refused to let you pay no matter how much you insisted to him so you just let him eventually.

“6 bucks.” The vendor said with a smile.

Johnny laughed and shook his head, “Look man, I only have 100$ dollar bills on me— I don’t have change but take it. It’s fine-“

The vendor puts up his hands, “No sir, I can’t do that-“

Johnny grabs the man’s hand and places the 100$ dollar bill in his palm, “Take it. I have too many of these anyways. Give out the rest of the ice cream if you want to the rest of the pride parade. Say it’s a gift from Johnny Cage, okay?” Johnny smiles warmly and pulls you to walk with him while you both consumed the icy treat in the warm summer weather.

“Man, you didn’t even let him refuse-“ you laugh, warmth overtaking your cheeks at his philanthropic behavior he always exhibited.

Johnny licked the creamy ice cream down, giving you a look, “You know me honey, I’m stubborn.”

“Well- not just stubborn but caring.” You give him a kiss on the cheek.

Johnny blushes, “Oh zip it.”

“I love seeing you red, sorry!”

As you both finish your ice cream the pride parade seems to settle down a bit and so you both take a seat on a park bench, enjoying each others company. Johnny kept looking at you every few seconds, not hiding his infatuation with you. At the back of your head you were struggling with how to break the news to him with your asexuality. It ate at you every day and you can no longer take it, it scared you how he’d react even though he’s never given you a reason to. Always been keen to learn more and never judged people on sexuality or identity but still.

You take a deep breath and look at him shyly, playing with your hands as birds flew over you both and the sun toasted your skins. “I gotta tell you something…” you trail off, not really making eye contact with him.

Johnny spotted your jittery behavior and placed a muscly arm around your shoulders; “Please, don’t tell me you like pineapple on pizza.” He jokes, trying to make you laugh while you were clearly struggling to look at him.

You snort loudly, his joke working in making you lighten up a bit. “Remember how I told you how I’d tell you whenever I’d be ready for…more intimidate things? I’m not sure that’s gonna happen.”

Johnny nodded, his expression growing serious and his eyebrows furrowing with worry.

“…been thinking a while on this and I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m…” you continue and grow red, swallowing hard.

“It’s okay, honey. Tell me.” Johnny whispers in you ear, rubbing your shoulder tenderly.

“I’m- I’m asexual.” You blurt out, closing your eyes tightly.

Johnny stays quiet thinking deeply, going through word choices carefully in his head. But he didn’t seem at all bothered to which you let out a relieved sigh, he was filled with curiosity and a small grin on his face. “Okay, can you explain more to me, baby?”

You blush and lean your head on his shoulder lazily, sighing; “It’s when you experience little or no sexual attraction to others. That being said, it’s more of a spectrum ya know? Everyone is different. There’s asexuals who participate in sex despite not really having sexual attraction, and there’s others who’d rather not want to participate in sexual intercourse whatsoever.”

Johnny’s gears turn, trying to be careful with what he wants to say; “Oh okay. That’s cool!” He swallows deeply now, a shyness overcoming his expression; “…Do you still love me despite being asexual? Or how does it work?” The actor says with apprehension, “Sorry if it’s a stupid question-“

You hug him firmly and rub his back; “It’s not. Babe, me being asexual doesn’t negate the fact that I love you with my entire heart. There’s a difference between romantic and sexual attraction and trust me I’ve never not been romantically in love with you. Someone who lacks romantic attraction is aromantic. In fact, lots of asexuals like me seek romantic relationships.”

Johnny grows red, his nose nuzzling against your neck; “Oh that makes sense, duh!” He laughs and it’s gently dies down before he speaks again; “I love you so much, thank you for trusting me with this— I know it couldn’t be easy. But I never EVER would have denied you your own experience.” He now starts rubbing your back, not caring how public y’all were with affection.

There was a warmth that overtook you as soon as he said those words, a sense of peace; “Oh thank god- I- I was so scared to break it to you. I didn’t want to disappoint in any expectations-“

Johnny leaned back a bit and caressed your jaw with his warm hand, “Shhh, you’d never. How can I shame you for something that you are? Something you can’t help, honey? Whether you want to have sex or not any sex whatsoever that’s not the core of our relationship.”

You nod, a tear trickling down your cheek, “You’re too good for me.”

Johnny kisses your wet cheek softly; “No, quite the opposite. You’re so patient and kind to me, so willing to teach me about things when you don’t gotta do shit. The least I can do is be receptive and kind back.”

The afternoon was slowly seeping in to evening, the sky was no longer too sunny and darkness was beginning to cloud the skies. The pride festival had almost nearly died down and there was only a few people walking about.

“Can I ask you something though? Earlier, you were staring at this big purple, black and white flag…was that the asexual flag?” He quirks up an eyebrow with pure curiosity.

You chuckle, seeing how easily he always read you; “Yeah, it was, I was gonna tell ya but…I got stuck.”

“Honey, I saw it all over your face. You’ve been off all these days and now…well, we know why. Hopefully you feel better now yeah?” He rubs your back and pecks your nose.

“Completely…” you breathe out with a happy sigh, “It’s like I can breathe now.”

Johnny grins at you lovingly, his smile reaching his eyes. He then brings you up with him off the bench, “How about we head home, and we can over what you’re comfortable with and not? Maybe we’ll watch a film and snuggle up too, how’s that sound sugar?”

“Magical, just…magical.”

#johnny cage #mortal kombat #johnny cage x y/n #johnny cage x reader #johnny cage x gn reader #johnny cage x ace reader #mk1 #johnny cage x you

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