So there has been a lot more anti-trans or negative trans things all over Tumblr recently thanks to— well we all know what its thanks to.
I had a specific request for something positive and pro-trans and I absolutely agree we could all handle something positive and fluffy and nice, so here we go.
This is a Part Two to my first trans!peter fic Secrets.
For those who haven’t read PART ONE—Peter is Tom Holland/15 years old, the relationship between he and Deadpool is strictly platonic. This is not Spideypool shipping, this is just a friendship.
Trans!Peter and protective dad!Tony and protective friend!Wade
************************* “You’re gonna stay with me, right?” Peter asked nervously and Wade patted his shoulder comfortingly.
“Not going anywhere Spidey. Just here for support.”
“Thanks.” Peter rubbed at his chest, tugging uncomfortably on his binder.
“You alright? Do we need to loosen it?” Wade was still in full costume, mask and katanas and all, but he started pulling his gloves off to help Peter if needed.
“No.” Peter shook his head. “No it’s fine, just… just feeling super noticeable right now.”
“Not noticeable.” Wade assured him. “Since we got rid of that ugly black thing, this nude one blends in a lot better.”
“Ok.” Peter took a deep breath. “Okay. Let’s go.”
Wade kept a big hand on Peter’s shoulders as they headed into the living room of the Avengers compound, sitting down together on the couch across from where Tony was sitting, jotting notes down as he read through a file.
“Deadpool. You take your hand off my kid or I’m gonna break it off.” Tony said without even looking up and Wade laughed before removing his hand and leaning back, folding his arms over his chest.
“What are you even doing here? I feel like last time you and I ran into each other—”
“Mr Stark.” Peter interrupted before Tony could unleash some sort of verbal destruction on the mercenary. “I really need to talk to you.”
“What’s up, kiddo?” Tony put his file down instantly, leaning forward and clasping his hands loosely between his knees. “Everything alright?”
“Mr Stark–” Peter looked at Wade for encouragement, who sent him a thumbs up. “I am– I am–trans.”
Peter took a deep breath and pulled his t shirt off, exposing both his binder and the slightly reddened spot where he took his injections. “I’m um… This is who I am.”
Then, “Trans.” Tony repeated. “So. Um transsexual? Transgender? Is there a difference? I don’t even know. Okay. Trans. Alright. How long? Can I ask that?”
“I’ve been transitioning for close to a year.” Peter offered and Tony nodded. “I take testosterone injections, and wear a binder to keep everything–” he made a motion over his chest. “It’s been more difficult to hide with being Spider-Man but–but I’m working on it.”
“Okay.” Tony nodded again. “Alright.”
“So–” Peter spread his hands uncertainly. “So, I wanted you to know.”
“Did you tell this one before you told me?” Tony pointed at Wade who made an offended noise.
“Wade found me when I was hurt one night–”
“–I was fine. But Wade had to help me and he found out and– and you know it was nice to have someone know, and I didn’t want to hide it anymore. I don’t want you to feel like I’m lying to you about anything. Aunt May says–”
“May knows?” Tony interrupted. “About the binding and the shots and this guy?”
“Well maybe not about me hanging out with Pool, but I mean, yeah. Everything else. She has to pay for the injections so–.”
“Okay.” Tony folded his arms. “I’m gonna need the suit back.”
“Mr Stark!” Peter cried, suddenly much closer to tears than he’d been just a moment before. “Why would you–”
“Check it out, Iron Dildo.” Wade snapped, and leaned forward with something like a growl. “How bout you back the fuck off, see that this kid is trying to be honest with you and you being an asshole isn’t going to—”
“Hey, guy who kills people for money, how about you shut up for two minutes and let me talk?” Tony retorted. “Peter, give me your suit.”
Peter reached into his back slowly and pulled out the suit, handing it over to Tony with shaking hands.
Tony turned it over a few times, looking at it thoughtfully. “So.” he cleared his throat. “So should we talk about redesigning this with a binder built in? So you don’t have to wear one in addition to the suit? Or would that be uncomfortable?”
“Wh–What?” Peter ran his fingers through his hair. “Um, what?”
“Is a binder built into your suit too uncomfortable?” Tony asked again. “Like does it need to be something like a corset sort of thing? Or hooks? Or since your suit tightens around you automatically do I need to upgrade where it holds around your chest? Or would you rather just– you alright, Pete?”
“I’m fine.” The fifteen year old covered his face with his hands. “I’m fine, it’s just—” his voice caught and Tony’s eyes softened.
“You just let me know how to make this easier for you, okay? I dont know anything about anything like this, so you’ll have to speak up.”
“Sure thing.” Peter wiped his eyes and sat back up. “Um, thank you, Mr Stark I can’t—”
“Also.” Tony made a show of picking up his tablet, scrolling through some documents until he apparently found which ever one he was looking for. “I noticed you haven’t signed up for the insurance program available to you through the Stark Internship. Recently it was decided that insurance will now cover binders and testosterone injections and all the…things that I don’t know about that goes with that sort of thing.”
“Recently?” Wade repeated, sounding skeptical, and Tony sent him a narrowed eyed glare.
“Yes, Mr. Wilson. Recently. As in within the last ten minutes. Is that a problem?”
Wade held up his hands peacefully, and both the adults turned to look at Peter, who still looked like he might cry any second.
“You don’t ever have to be afraid to tell me things like this.” Tony’s voice was gruff, and he pulled his sunglasses out of his shirt pocket to cram on his face. “Tell Aunt May that your internship will be covering any and all costs associated with you… transitioning. Is that the right word? I don’t want to say the wrong– I need to do some research, I think.”
Tony blew out a deep breath and looked between the two of them.
“Anything else you want to tell me? Like that maybe you two are dating? Because Deadpool I swear to god if you are even looking at my kid wrong I’m gonna rip you apart and drop the pieces from the sky. Lets see if you can regenerate from that.”
“Gross.” Wade snorted. “He’s like eight.”
“I’m fifteen guys.” Peter interjected.
“It doenst matter!” “It doesn’t matter!”
Wade and Tony yelled at the same time, then glared at each other for a minute.
“Well kiddo.” Tony sent Peter a smile. “Anything else today? Because I feel like you have homework.”
“Yeah. Some spanish.” Peter nodded and reached to put his shirt back on. “No, I– I guess that’s it.”
“Well, you know where the door is if you want to talk.”
Peter didn’t even hesitate, just stood up and leaned over Tony’s chair to give him a hug. “Thank you. This was…easier than I thought it would be.”
“Whatever you need, Underroos. You know that.” Tony patted his back. “Now get. Spanish homework.”
Tony waved at Peter, glared at Deadpool, and waited until they had left before picking his tablet back up, settling in for a long night of researching everything and anything related to helping support teenagers who were transitioning.
A throat being cleared made him look up. “For the love of– didn’t I kick you out?”
Wade shrugged. “I’m just laying this out here– the whole protective dad thing one hundred percent does it for me. So if you ever decide to unclench enough to have some fun, call me.”
“Get out!” Tony cried, but he was smiling, and Wade was going to count that as a victory. *******************
“What were you doing?” Peter frowned up at the mercenary when he finally showed up at the door.
“Asking your dad out.”
“That’s disgusting.” Peter complained and punched Wade’s shoulder hard enough to send him reeling a few steps. “Don’t do that.”
Several minutes later, Peter added. “Mr Stark isn’t my dad.”
“Yeah, you waited too long to say that. I officially vote for Iron Man to be your dad.”
“…yeah me too.”
Just a reminder to all you beauties that are thinking about transitioning, mid transition, or have made it through and are now happily the person you were always meant to be—
You are lovely, you are valid, and you are not burdens or anything else along those lines. Don’t let any other fuckers tell you any different.
Bruce could feel their gaze on his back. He knew they were smiling like idiots behind him, and he heard them giggle a few times, like goddamned teenagers.
He finally turned around to face his fellow Justice League members, that had been staring at him for the past hour. They were in the men shower room of the headquarter, and the fact that they were all half-dressed made them look even more ridiculous, with their idiotic smile on their faces.
Hell, even J’onn was snickering with them ! Bruce would expect from Clark, Oliver, Barry and maybe Arthur to laugh like nitwits, but J’onn ? He thought he was better than this.
And yet, here he was, grinning at the Batman like a moron.
Bruce asked a bit coldly, even though he already knew what was going on.
Clark answered, a sly smile on his stupid handsome face :
-We were just wondering…When did you got those scratches on your back ? Like, which villain inflicted you such terrible wounds ?
Bruce rolled his eyes. By now, Barry and Oliver couldn’t hold their laughter, though the look the Bat gave them stopped them cold in their track. Damn that man could be intimidating, even for them…Bruce, glaring at them, went on :
30 day OTP Challenge Day Fifteen: Different Clothing Styles
Note: Fluff, seducing other men, Jealous/Possessive Loki!
“Alright you two, tomorrow you’re going on a mission. You’re going to a party that one of the notorious Hydra agents is throwing. I need you to seduce him (Y/N). Loki, you’ll be there for backup. Understand?” Nick asked looking from one to the other. “Loud and clear.” You said with a fake salute getting a smirk from the God of Mischief who tilted his head down in understanding. “Good now get out of my face.” He said as they stood up before walking out. “God that man acts like he’s got a pole up his ass.” You huff walking down the hallway.
“I agree, he’s very serious in everything he does. Even I know when to be playful.” Loki comments as you cover your mouth to stifle a fit of laughter. “What?” He asked raising an eyebrow. “You are the God of Tricks! You are always playful in what you do!” You exclaimed as he gasps placing his hand on his chest in fake offense. “Hush.” You smile pushing him away before you left the building to go back to the tower. Suddenly your phone started to ring as Loki answered it due to you driving, because he didn’t know how when he put it on speaker for you.
“Hello?” You asked. “Ah! So you’re done dealing with Nick?” Tony’s voice asked. “Yeah, we’re actually heading back now.” You turned down the street before stopping at a red light. “What mission does he have you for?” He asked before you started driving again. “Apparently, this Hydra agent is having a party, (Y/N) is to seduce this man, and I am going for ‘backup’ I guess.” Loki answered. “Is he trying to get the guy killed?” Tony laughed as a smirk spread across your face. “That can be arranged.” Loki said casually as both you and Tony started to laugh.
“Well I shall be providing you two with a lovely attire that doesn’t make you look gross.” Tony said when Loki raised an eyebrow. “What we look gross any other day?” He asked as you bit your lip waiting for Tony’s answer. “Yes.” He said nonchalantly when Loki held a scowl. “Tony, I’d watch yourself. You are stepping in shallow waters.” You said teasingly. “My bad.” Tony commented and you could feel his eyes rolling when you shook your head. “We’re pulling into the tower.” You said before hanging up the phone.
You two were now standing in front of Tony as he showed you the attire that you were going to wear. You felt a little self-conscious due to the way the dressed looked, mostly because it wasn’t your style of clothing. It was a beautiful color, sadly it was thinly strapped, though it was long enough go to down to your feet. However there was a slit in the dress that lead up to your mid-thigh as you looked at Tony who smiled. You rolled your eyes before he explained how it would be easy access to a gun in case the mission went south.
“Well have fun tomorrow.” Tony said as you both took your outfits back to your apartment when you looked to Loki. “You’ll look handsome in that.” You whispered hanging the clothes into the clothes as Loki chuckles before pulling you towards him. “Are you trying to sweet talk me?” He asked when you giggled burying your face into his chest. “If I am is it working?” You asked looking up to him when he rolled his eyes before kissing you gently. “That answer your question?” He asked when you nod smiling. “Come on, tomorrow is going to be long.” He said.
You both had fallen asleep before getting up the next morning as you got dressed for the party. Nick explained everything that was going to happen,how you and Loki would walk in separately about ten minutes from each other. You were sitting in the back of the limo one of the Shield agents was driving as you waited to get dropped off alone. You fixed your makeup before glancing down to the dress, you felt a little exposed considering this wasn’t really your style of clothing. That thought left you as the limo pulled up to the hotel when the door open and a hand was offered to you.
“Thank you.” You smiles to the man before walking up into the ballroom immediately noticing Loki was standing with a group of people laughing with a smile. You were about to look for your target when you felt a hand wrap around your waist when you looked to see the man in question smiling at you. “Now what is a beautiful flower like yourself doing all alone.” He whispered as you smiled that heart breaking smile. “Oh I just was waiting for the right man to come and sweep me off my feet.” You said before brushing your hair back as he led you over to his table.
Loki glanced over feeling anger tick in his body at someone else touching you, but he knew he couldn’t blow their cover due to his jealous. He had to bite his tongue as the man whispered naughty things into your ear while you poured him alcohol. Before too long he spat up everything he had panted to do and even gave her the flash drive with all the information in it. Who the heck just carries that with them everywhere? Loki shook his head when you told him you had to go, and the man tried to insist, but your lips silenced him.
Loki and you finally left with the information you needed as you wiped your mouth and threw his number out the window. You looked to Loki grinning as you held up the flash drive when you noticed the dark look in his expression. “Loki?” You asked before suddenly his mouth was on yours as he pulled you over into his lap causing you to gasp. “This was by far the worst mission I’ve had to participate in.” He growled as his lips nipped down your neck leaving marks making you shiver at the slightly harsh contact from him.
“If I heard that man call you flower one more time I was going to make him puke them.” He growled when you laughed wrapping your arms around his neck. “He may have called me flower, but I am only your darling.” You whispered as his hands tightened onto your waist. “And don’t you forget it.” He said pulling you closer when an image of the Avengers came onto the screen. “Agh! See I told you!” Tony said covering his eyes. “Did you get what was need?” Nick asked ignoring Tony’s fake gagging noises. “Yeah.” You said holding the flash drive. “Good.” Nick said smiling. “See you soon.” He said before hanging up when Loki pulled you back into a kiss.
Author’s Note: I am so sorry for not updating! This had to be one of the hardest days I had to think of an idea for! Like my brain just shut down! I had no muse! The rest are okay! I have ideas and I can’t wait to get started on them! Hope you enjoyed loves!
On your first day of college, you’re introduced to Kim Jonghyun, a kind third-year student. As your time in university progresses, you experience many of your college “firsts” with him, leading you to fall for the junior.
ft. yuehua sprouts as your best friends (pls ignore their ages omg)
also if i ever do the frat au series, it will be in the same universe as this fic
4.5 k words
warnings for alcohol, drugs, attempted use of date-rape drugs
You sighed, staring at the pamphlet in your slightly shaking
hand before glancing around quickly. It was the first day of college, and you
were supposed to be meeting your mentor/guide for the first time; he was thirty
“Um, excuse me?” A kind voice asked you from behind the
student services desk. A tall guy stood there, dressed in a black t-shirt and
ripped black jeans. His black ensemble was complimented with, you guessed it,
black hair. “Did you need something?”
“Uh, yeah,” you nodded, scrambling to show him the paper
with your mentor assignment, “I was supposed to meet my mentor here, like, half
an hour ago, but he isn’t here.”
The guy glanced at the paper with a frown. When he saw who
your mentor was, he sighed and shook his head, tsk-ing under his breath.
“I can try giving him a call if you’d like?” The guy
offered, “I’m pretty close with him. What time’s your first class?”
You checked your timetable first and then your watch,
wincing. “Fifteen minutes?”
The guy shook his head again, pulling his phone out and
punching something into it, lifting it to his ear. The phone rang a few times before someone
picked up. “Minki, where are you?…No, it’s your first day of mentoring! The
poor girl’s been waiting for half an hour, where the hell are you?…. You’re what? How much did you drink last
night?….. Minki, really?” He waited for the person to hang up before turning
to you with an amused grin.
“Looks like I’ll be taking you to your first class,” he
said, walking around the desk that he’d been working at. “Hyung, cover for me!”
He yelled to the back, taking your timetable gently. “I’m Kim Jonghyun, a third
year student here.”
“(Y/n),” you introduced yourself, “I’m not trying to be rude
or anything, but why isn’t my mentor here?”
Jonghyun gave you a crooked smile, “he’s uh, he’s still
drunk from the night before. To be honest, I’m surprised he’s even in this
mentor program to begin with.”
“Oh,” you’d obviously heard stories about the amount of
drinking that happened in college, but to still be drunk the next morning? That
was a lot of alcohol.
“Anyways, your first class is in the West Building,”
Jonghyun said, heading out of the student services office. You hurried to
follow, feeling a bit nervous about your first day at college. “So, are you staying
on campus or are you a commuter student?”
“Oh, I’m on campus,” you replied, “I’ve been here for about
two weeks getting settled in.”
“How do you like it so far?” Jonghyun asked casually,
turning the corner. Someone riding a skateboard at a very high speed was
barreling down the sidewalk, so he guided you to the side.
“It’s nice,” you nodded, trying to memorize the way that
Jonghyun was taking you, “I like the atmosphere, but the food in the cafeteria
“And your roommates?” You appreciated Jonghyun carrying on
the conversation—it helped distract you from the fact that this was your first
You shrugged at that question, “they’re nice, but they knew
each other from high school, so I’m a bit left out.”
“Ah,” Jonghyun nodded, “Yeah, my first year, I was roommates
with Minki and this other super weird guy, Taemin. Taemin, I dunno what the
hell happened to him, he’s probably dealing weed to freshmen or something, but
Minki and I ended up renting an apartment off-campus with three other guys.”
“That’s cool,” you remarked, impressed. Maybe what people
said was true—maybe you did make your
closest friends in college.
“Well, here you are,” Jonghyun gestured up at the huge brick
building, ivy creeping up its sides, “the lecture hall will be impossible to
miss, when you enter, the door is right across the way.”
“Thank you,” you said quickly, accepting your timetable from
him, “I know you didn’t have to take me to class, but I appreciate it.”
“It’s no trouble,” Jonghyun smiled at you easily, “and if
Minki ever doesn’t show up or anything, you can just ask me for help. Here—“ he
produced a pen from his pocket and scrawled his number on the back of your
timetable. “Good luck on your first day of classes, (y/n)!”
“Thank you!” You said again, heading inside the lecture
today a very sweet and gentle and thoughtful kid in a pay-what-you-can queer barbershop cut my hair the way i asked, paused to ask me to put my glasses on and have a look at each stage, asked permission before touching me, and… when i inevitably as i always do got too far down a nerd path to turn back, the point at which i am always deeply embarrassed, they introduced donna haraway and apocalyptic temporality into the conversation and i was like……… i feel safe as a queer AND a nerd???? in a hair salon?????? what is this !!!
Warnings: Slight drinking mentioned, self hate, language, slight dirty talk, oral (receiving), all around filth lol
You struggled as you attempted to tug the somewhat tight shirt over your protruding breasts, accomplishing your goal after giving it a few tugs. You moved over to stare in the mirror, looking over your chosen outfit. It wasn’t often you wore tight clothing but you were dressed to impress, anticipating the meet up your boyfriend Yoongi was pulling you to. He’s wanted you to meet the rest of his members and one of your favorite bands EXO and he finally found a time to do so.
I’m still disappointed about Cho Chang, not only was she not given a good name(Chinese, but these are not Chinese names) but the fandom is unnecessary hard on her like?? She’s fifteen and depressed. Guys, chill, honestly.