If I were a boy, I would take off my shirt when ever I wanted where ever I wanted. If I were a boy, I could flirt with a girl and have it not come off weird, I could like a girl and not have it be a sin… If I were a boy I would never have that constant fear of what is going to happen to me just because I wanted to be myself. I wouldn’t be up late almost every night on a school night and pray that I could just have a flat chest like every other boy I know. Every other male, every other man. I would be a man. If I were a boy I could walk down the street and feel comfortable in my own skin and not worry about other people trying to figure out if I’m a girl or not. I could go use the restroom in public even if I was with my dad and he had to go too because you know what, I would be a boy. If I were a boy… most of all, if I were a boy, I would be one happy guy.
He's not in love. He has
to keep telling himself this as the pair of you just keep watching and
looking and it is so intense. He’s not kissed
someone before so he doesn’t know if he should kiss you but his mind is a mess
and he thinks that he must kiss you.
Anyone who thinks gender is a social construct and tries to use David Reimer as an example of “dysphoria being social” is automatically supporting the thesis of a pedophile who never even used Reimer in his future research because he was mortified that it didn’t give him the results he wanted.
David NEVER HAD DYSPHORIA. He was always happy being a boy which he was born as, he was cis not trans despite what you fucks try to say. He was FORCIBLY raised as a girl by a psychologist who even used gender stereotypes to try and convince David he was a girl, IE he made his twin brother dry hump his ass to try and make David feel less like a man while they where children.
This psychologist which started the whole gender is social bullshit also believed it was okay for an adult and child to be in a relationship as long as they didn’t DIRECTLY have sex.
This man ruined two young children’s lives because he was so hellbent on “proving” gender and sex were just myths. No his research never lead anywhere or to any conclusive proof nor did anyone else’s.
Reimer never developed dysphoria as he was content being born a boy. Being forcibly raised one way doesn’t make him trans. The case only proves that you can’t raise a child to be something they aren’t. It only proves that society CAN NOT INFLUENCE A PERSON’S GENDER/SEX!
If you use David, and yes you better fucking call him David as he was a man not a woman you fucks, as proof of gender and sex being social than all you’re doing is supporting the thesis and ramblings of a pedophile who caused a kid to become suicidal and ruined the childhood and life of the twin.
Seriously fuck you if you do this shit. Don’t fucking twist Davids life and suicide to fit a narrative that killed him.
“Tie them up. Now.” The figure emerged, a woman standing in front of you that you did not recognize.
Derek held onto you tightly. “Let her go. Take me instead.”
“Derek, no.” You cry out, clinging to his side.
“You’re not so tough on your own, are you? You act like you’re so big and mighty being the pack mother, but all you are is Derek’s little bitch.”
“Hey!” Derek steps forward. “You do not talk to her like that.”
You lunge forward, knocking her to the ground. She laughs, pushing you off of her.
“You and I have something in common, you know. We’ve both mothered disappointments. Only difference is, I actually birthed mine.”
“How dare you.” You grit your teeth, standing up before knocking the woman into the wall. “Come after me if you want to, but you will not come after my son.” You dig your elbow into her neck, Derek quickly approaching.
“You will not even speak about my son, Victoria. You won’t.” His hand replaces your elbow on her neck. “Now, I bit you once. Don’t make me do anything worse.”
“Oh stop acting like he’s your son. He was left behind. A boy born a werewolf should be way ahead than he already is. You two are failures. I can’t believe you call yourselves parents. Now, Allison may have disappointed me, but I raised her to have feelings, to know what is right and wrong. I can only blame myself for how she turned out.”
Derek’s claws come out and he starts to press them into her neck.
Stiles grabs him, slamming him down into a chair before he can do anything. “You may want to rethink that, Hale.”
You and Derek exchange looks. You have no idea what’s running through his head right now, but all you can think about is your son at home without his parents.
Stiles sits you down too, your chair back to back with Derek’s.
“Leave them. We have to go take care of things.” Victoria says to Stiles. He ties you up before following her out the door.
“Y/N?” Derek says quietly.
“I should’ve come by myself.”
“Are you kidding me? Derek, I’ll always go with you. Literally and figuratively.”
“We might be here awhile.” He sighs.
You run your fingers over the knots on Derek’s wrists. “I know this knot. I can untie it.”
“Really?” He feels for your hand, squeezing it when he finds it. “Do your thing then.”
You begin to untie it, Derek sighing in relief when he’s freed. He gets you out quickly and the two of you run out to the car.
He quickly drives toward the house, the sooner you’re home the better.
“She’s right, you know.” Derek says quietly.
“About?” You look over at him, the marks on your wrist quickly healing.
“Max being behind. At that age I was already changing.”
“That sounds adorable.”
“Well, it is…but, Max should be changing now, he’s walking already so it should be anytime soon.”
“You know more about this than I do, Derek.” You look at him and he nods.
“I’ll work on it with him.”
You stare out the window in silence for while.
“Who was she?”
“Allison Argent’s mom.”
“Scott told me you bit her and Allison’s dad killed her.”
“We thought so. I have no idea how she could be alive.”
You sigh, running inside the house before Derek even gets the car in park. You spot Max on the carpet, playing peacefully. You scoop him up, making him squeal in excitement. You kiss his head, bouncing with him as he comforts you.
Derek walks in, his eyes landing on the two of you. You feel this unspoken connection with him. You don’t break eye contact, neither of you moving. He silently makes his way to you, wrapping his arms around the two of you. He kisses the side of your head, a small sigh leaving his lips.
“You deserve this. I know what you’ve been through, and you deserve the pack father role. You deserve an amazing baby boy.”
“I don’t deserve you. I’ve done bad things too.”
He looks at you with an eyebrow raised.
“I don’t deserve you. I know we aren’t together, but God Derek…the things that I feel with you..I always want to feel like that. I always want to feel overwhelmed with joy when you walk in the room. You are the missing piece for me. You’re it.”
He smiles, “Y/N, you have no idea how long I’ve waited for you to say that.” His lips connect with yours and he puts his forehead against yours. “I’m tired of this. Let’s be together.”
“That’s easier said than done.”
“We have a kid, we’re the pack parents, all we need is each other.” He kisses your nose. “Be mine.”
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Filling the prompt “I don’t know if you’ve seen that video of a dad saying morning affirmations for his daughter to repeat, it’s a very cute video, and I was wondering if you could do a fic based on it ?”
Note: I love this idea, Anon! Thank you!
When the phone call came through you were out to lunch with a friend and Van was across town at the studio. Margaret, the principal of your daughter’s school, requested that you immediately come and collect Malachi. She’d been in “an altercation.” Collecting Van, then speeding the rest of the way, you told him a million times over than you didn’t know what happened. Margaret hadn’t given any details.
“But is she okay?” he repeated.
“Van. I don’t fucking know, okay? You’re freaking me out. Just… have a fucking smoke or something. Calm down,” you snapped.
He turned away but did as he was told. You watched out the corner of your eye as he sucked through a cigarette quickly. When done, he looked back at you.
“I’m sorry, babe. Just worried about her,” he said, voice less panicked. You nodded.