#2. as if i wouldn't try to get one even if they weren't legal

[welldonebeca]

One Wife for Two Brothers

Summary: The infamous Winchesters brothers are in your village, and the old ladies in town won't stop gossiping about how they are looking for an Omega. You are happy to offer yourself to the role. Warnings: Vaginal fingering. Smut. Teasing. Seduction. A/B/O dynamics.

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You swept the floor of the church clean in a silent trance, humming a hymn to yourself while other women whispered to themselves in a corner.

"Hey," you called. "If you are not going to clean, just go talk outside. It will make my job easier."

Mrs Harvelle threw a look in your direction, pressing her lips in a worried look.

"Come here, kid," she called. "Come listen to us."

"Ellen," Mrs Mills hissed.

"You know she needs to know, Jody," she nearly barked back.

Mrs Mills didn't look pleased and you sighed, not wanting to get another scolding from your father for ignoring your chores to listen to gossip, but the trio of women practically pulled you to stand with them.

"She is too young to even know of any of this, Ellen!" she protested.

"She is nineteen," Mrs Harvelle argued, keeping a tight grip around your elbow. "My girl is younger and I already taught her what she needs to know about them."

Them?

"Who is them?" you frowned.

"Those Winchester boys," Mrs Harvelle told you.

The name rang a bell, and you just frowned more. They were Alphas from a clan that lived a day away from your town. They would often come to represent their group in legal situations and to buy things they couldn't produce.

You hadn't heard much from them, honestly, only what your father always said. He called them heretics who followed the old ways, prayed under the moon and were rumoured to still be able to shift into wolves - something that had been lost for centuries now.

Rogue Alphas who followed no human laws.

Aside from the rumours, though, they never seemed to cause any trouble. You had never heard of them disrespecting anyone, or doing anything to earn such a reputation.

And yet, people still feared them.

"Some people said they are looking for a mate," Mrs Mills told you.

"Well, they can forget it," Mrs Harvelle growled. "No Omega in this town will sign themselves away to be their breeding bitch."

You swallowed down and she scowled.

"My Jo said she isn't leaving the house until they are gone," she shot you a look. "You should do the same thing. It's safer."

Jo had just turned 15, you doubted she would even want to think of that.

You didn't know what to think of it. So far, you hadn't even thought about marriage, much less mating.

"Be careful," Miss Hanscum told you.

And then, just as soon as they had pulled you closer, they pushed you back into work, leaving you alone to finish cleaning the church.

You were just two benches away from the door and the sun was almost down when you heard it opening loudly, and heavy steps - that you didn't recognise - walked inside.

"My father is gone," you warned them. "He won't be back until..."

You stopped midway as you looked at who it was, stunned to see the tall and large figure at the door, an imposing man with eyes that caught the light and bigger than any other you had ever seen in your life.

"I'm sorry," he said quickly, face soft. "I just came here to pray."

His scent hit your nose, and you weren't surprised.  He was an Alpha - and a very good smelling one.

"It's... fine," you mumbled.

He nodded, and stepped on the carpet, cleaning his boots before taking the furthest seat from you and sitting right in the front, on the other side of the church, maybe hoping it wouldn't disturb your cleaning.

You waited a bit and pretended to have to clean a different spot, trying to take a better look at him as he prayed with his eyes closed.

His clothes weren't too well stitched and looked like they were redone several times to fit his size, as if he had grown faster than he was supposed to. He was just so muscular.

You had never seen an Alpha looking so...  traditional.

Whoever this man was, he looked like he had come straight out of history books. You were shocked that his fingers didn't have claws or his ears didn't have fur.

Though it wasn't like you could see his ears with his long, luscious hair.

You froze, a little embarrassed when you realised you were staring. Why were you so fixated on him, why did you even care about his hair?

Alpha opened his eyes and stared right at yours, and you had to will your knees not to buckle.

"Are you from the Winchester clan?" you asked.

His lips curled in a teasing smile.

"Yes," he confirmed.

His big hand moved to his side, and he patted the seating spot by his side.

Any warnings to stay away just flew away from your head.

You rubbed your thighs together as you followed his silent instructions, sitting at the bench right by his side, eloped by his delicious scent, and tried not to let yourself be tempted.

You were a smart Omega and weren't going to fall into the lap of the first alpha with soft-looking hair and kind eyes and big hands that looked like they could dwarf both of yours...

"So… you pray?” you asked. “I thought you believed in your moon god."

He chuckled.

"We do, as a clan," Alpha explained. "But I like to believe all gods have a reason to be respected. Maybe this one will be nice and help my brother find us an inn that will let us stay the night."

You laughed a bit.

"Maybe we can pray together?" you offered. "It can't hurt to try."

He smiled and took your hands, moving so that he could face you, and you did the same.

"Close your eyes," he whispered.

You obeyed, but you couldn't quite do anything as close to praying.

Instead, you could only think of his scent, of how it was all around you. Could he scent you?

Maybe he could scent how you were getting wet by just breathing his scent in alone.

"What is your name?" he asked, breath so close to your neck you could almost feel his lips on your skin. "And why are you trying to tempt me in such a holy place?"

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[wenellyb]

Random thoughts on Bucktommy and Buddie

Please bare in mind that I'm only sharing my personal opinion and that I'm always open to discuss.

The discussions I've had over the past couples of weeks have been very interesting and I wanted to add my 2 cents.

Before season 7 episode:

I'm a causal viewer of 911 and I'm also on Tumblr so of course, I know Buddie, but I've never really shipped it... I can understand the appeal and I think the ship has potential but I never felt like the writers ever intended to go there. And I'm not a big fan of non-canon ships.

If they had gotten together, however, I think that I would have enjoyed it.

What has always bothered me was the behavior of some Buddie shippers who would complain about queerbaiting on the show, when there were already several Queers characters in it and one character (Hen), who's part of the main cast. I always got a weird feeling that those shippers didn't care about Queer characters if they weren't White. There is also a spinoff of the show, 911 Lone star with Queer characters who are also part of the main cast.

To me, the fact that Buck and Eddie never got together was a writing decision, not queerbaiting or anything like that... the writers had decided this wasn't the way to go for Buck and Eddie's chatacters, because if they had wanted to write a storyline between them, they could have.

I've seen a lot of people being happy about Buck being confirmed as Bi, and I get it. But to me, it was confirmed he was bi in the 911/911 Lone Star crossover when TK told Buck he had a boyfriend after Buck asked him out. I was just waiting for a storyline to confirm it. Obviously, I always thought the storyline would involve Eddie, but I was wrong.

After Season 7 Episode 4:

I follow some 911 accounts so I knew something was happening before the episode aired and I saw a preview of Buck seemingly being jealous of Eddie leaving with Tommy and I thought... this is it, this is where the writers are going to confirm Buddie. Buck will realize his jealous and realize he has feeling for Eddie or something like that.

I was very curious so I tuned in for that episode and imagine my surprise when I realized at the end, that the jealousy wasn't about who we thought and all this time the writers had been planning a storyline with Tommy.

So to me, it doesn't look like the writers are planning a Buddie storyline. Otherwise they would have prepared it gradually after the Buck and TK's discussion.

That doesn't mean it won't change in the future, writers and showrunners can change but I have never noticed them introducing a storyline that could lead to a Buddie relationship.

Everytime I see a post "proving" Buddie, it's always showing something friends or best friends do (hugging, being affectionnate), even Eddie making Buck Chris' legal guardian is something a best friend could do.

I'm not saying that they couldn't be romantic in another context, but there hasn't been any indication that the writers are planning a romantic plot for Buck and Eddie.

The writers decided to go there with Buck and Tommy. They're treating their story like a romcom, with the kiss, the hearteyes and everything. Buck is obviously into Tommy and being ready to tell the world about him.

That's the storyline the writers have decided to give us and it's a very nice one.

I know a lot of people are expecting Tommy and Buck to be temporary but to me that's wishful thinking. It wouldn't make sense to have Buck invite Tommy to his sister's wedding just for them to break up a few episodes later. If a breakup is what the writers had in mind, they would just set up another normal date.

Shipping goggles are ok, I have other ships for which I have shipping goggles on and for which I'm not very objective.

What's not ok is trying to ruin the fun of Bucktommy shippers who are trying to enjoy this beautiful storyline but can't go in the tags without seeing a post about the ship's impeding break up.

[fandomtrashcan]

Robbie Reyes relationship with Love and Sex part 2: what happened with Lisa.

A Road to Recovery headcanons dump.

Okay, so maybe you have noticed (or not) that Lisa hasn't been mentioned (yet). He would have at the very least thought about her if they were still together, so you can guess that they are not a thing at the moment. But were they a thing in the past? Yup.

Then why are they not together? I've seen some takes that state that Robbie wasn't actually that into her or that he didn't actually like her and the reason they got together was compulsory heterosexuality but I personally don't like that interpretation. Robbie is straightforward enough that he would just not put up with someone he did not like in his space and also he wouldn't just let anybody into his house and into his life near Gabe if they weren't important to him.

I prefer to think that he did like her and had feelings for her, but even if Lisa tries to reconnect after witnessing that episode between Robbie and Gabe, the relationship ultimately failed because they had way too many things against them.

For starters, Eli would try to ruin things between them in any way that he can. Eli is an abuser, and just like every abuser, he prefers his victim to be isolated because if Robbie is more vulnerable, Eli can have more control over him.

I mentioned here that I don't think it's too farfetched to assume that Robbie would develop some sort of fear of intimacy. I don't think he'd be able to discuss that without disclosing what's going on with Eli first, which is not something I see voluntarily doing.

Also it would be the fact that I think that Robbie would consider himself too dangerous for anyone to be in a relationship with him and would try to pull her apart.

So there would be a lot of issues to begin with, but even if they do love each other and somehow managed to navigate all these problems, I think the relationship would ultimately fail because of the secrets that Robbie keeps between them.

Here is the thing: Robbie has killed a guy and under the promise he made to Eli, he will have to kill again. That makes him a murderer and that's a burden that he will have to carry his whole life. I don't think he would want to make anybody else to carry his secret. He wouldn't want to put that weight in their shoulders. Also, as far as I know, if you know that someone is a murderer and you don't report them, that makes you an accomplice, so he'd be putting anyone who knows about his secret in (even more) danger if he ever had to face legal repercussions.

The way I see it, you can't have a solid base for a relationship without trust and honesty. I think at some point Lisa would start suspecting that there are things that he's not telling her and it would become a breaking point. If she gets too close to putting the pieces of the puzzle together, I see him being able of dumping her in the spot in order to protect her, just so his shit doesn't end up affecting her too. What she doesn't know can't hurt her etc. So yeah, I think that one way or another either she gets tired of his secrets and the excuses he would need to make up to hide his activities as ghost rider or he ends up pushing her away in order to protect her.

It's a case of right person, wrong timing, and it hurts him. It hurts him a lot.

I'm not saying that I think they could never work, I'm just saying that in the Road to Recovery universe, they didn't, and it wasn't for a lack of love.

Also Road to Recovery is, unsurprisingly, a story about trauma recovery and I think that if Lisa was in his life, he'd already be in a much better mental state and there wouldn't be that much of a story to be told.

[elvisabutler]

show 'em

fandom: austin butler rating: m pairing: biker austin butler x female reader word count: 2,401 warnings: marking. a touch of blood kink. possessive behavior. unwanted advances from someone who isn't austin. a lot of talk about bruising. biting. p in v sex ( unprotected ). biker austin. austin has facial hair. public sex. sex on interesting surfaces. author’s note: welcome to day 2 of ally's wet hot smut summer, marking with biker austin butler. special thanks to @butlersxbirdy for brainstorming with me for it's been a long time since i consumed biker media as well as @blurredcolour and @eliseinmemphis for their read throughs to make sure i wasn't completely messing this up. to the anon who requested wil for this day, i am not forgetting you, i promise. like i said, i was gonna move you down a bit because i want to make sure you get a good wil fic. as much as i'm critical of my writing with austin and elvis, i am way worse with other media/things. consider this Sons of Anarchy inspired, austin a bit of a jax stand in with the reader as a tara one to be honest. i live for everyone's excitement about this little thing i'm doing over the summer and adore reading everyone's tags/comments/hearing the screams of delight. they truly are my lifeblood for writing a lot of the time.

Dating a biker is, in a word, complicated. Dating a biker when you are not the normal or stereotypical old lady is complicated and a pain that you wouldn't wish on your worst of enemies. As they say though, the heart wants what it wants and for both you and Austin that's no different. All it took was seeing him at a restaurant while you ate lunch with some colleagues and you were sold. Of course, with the way his club is set up, with how they do things that are most definitely not legal, you and him know better than to show off his lawyer of an old lady. It doesn't mean you don't show up at the club from time to time, but it does mean that beyond a very select few no one knows who you are to Austin. The shining light to a darkness that sometimes threatens to overwhelm him when he realizes he wants out of this life. You'll help him eventually even if he has to do his time for his crimes. The problem the two of you never thought about was that in not knowing who you were to Austin- you just looked like another run of the mill patch whore.

"I keep seeing you around here," a guy whose name you haven't bothered to learn murmurs from behind you. He isn't important, and you know this because important people know not to touch you in the club. Important people know that even if you weren't Austin's girl- you value your personal space to a degree that borders on antisocial.

Your eyes drift to the other side of the room where Austin is talking with some other members of the club and being sweet enough with the girl trying to hang on his arm. Another person might be worried, might see the woman as a threat but you know better, you know that there's a sting when you sit down from Austin's handprint on your ass and there's a hickey or five on his chest from your greedy lips and teeth. Still, you have to be pleasant, don't you? "You do. Thinking of joining and everyone's been really nice. I think I might fit right in."

The man hums and moves to step in front of you, blocking your view of Austin. His hand moves to cup your chin, tilting it to face him. "I'm sure they have been nice. You look nice too, you know. Could be a good girl on someone's arm."

Bile starts to rise in your throat as you grab at his wrist, attempting to pull his hand away from your chin. "I'm not- You're really barking up the wrong tree."

"Am I?" He laughs as if he's told the funniest joke in the room and not as if he's disagreeing with you over your desire to talk to him. To play along with his silly game. "You keep coming here and I don't see you leaving on anyone's arm. Kind of failing at your patch whore dreams when that happens."

You can't help the way a startled laugh leaves your body at the implication. He thinks you're a patch whore, a woman who wants to fuck her way through the club until someone decides that they want her as an old lady. You like to think you don't give off that vibe and yet apparently you do. "I have a job outside of here. One that doesn't really go well with being a patch whore."

"Really," he starts to move a little closer and you swear you hear a kerfuffle in the direction of Austin. Oh this was going to be bad. "I think you're just playing hard to get. What? I'm not good enough for the new little whore? Not high enough for your tastes? You want Butler? Or one of his little boys? Come on baby, that's not how this works— what the hell man?"

You look up to see Austin yanking away the would be suitor and pinning him to the wall beside you. "That's exactly how it works for her," he looks over at you and his face softens just a little. "He giving you trouble?"

You shrug, your thighs rubbing together through your jeans. "I had it handled."

Austin's eyes zero in on the way you're rubbing your thighs together and raises an eyebrow. "Yeah? Which is why if I waited for another minute I'd be seeing his hickeys on my old lady's neck."

The man realizes in that exact moment his mistake. You were already taken and not just by anyone, you were taken by one of the highest ranking members of the club. A man who could very easily kick him out right now if not just murder him for thinking his old lady was a patch whore. "Listen I didn't—"

"You did. You were gonna," Austin snarls, moving his hand to the man's neck. "You thought she was fair game. Thought because she isn't hanging onto me that she was your for the taking. You— No offense, but even if she wasn't my old lady, you're punching a bit above your weight class."

As if to belabor the point Austin sends a punch to the man's gut before letting him down off the wall. You can't help but lick your lips at the sight, moving close enough to Austin for him to nip at your neck, marveling in how he sees your skin darkening, a bruise starting to form. "What's a King gotta do to make it obvious she's taken?"

The question is rhetorical but the man and you answer nonetheless with the same answer. "Marks."

Austin's lips curl into a smile that reminds you of a shark— or at the very least some vicious predator and you're reminded of just how attractive and in love with him you are. "Marks," his lips move to your slightly exposed chest, biting harsh enough that you cry out, startled even as your arousal curls inside of you. "You want to look mauled by me, don't you? Debauched by the King? Was the hand print not enough? Was those few hickies not enough? Thought we were trying subtlety, babe."

Your breath quickens under his gaze, as he moves closer to you, causing you to back up against a pool table. The man has barely moved, too concerned the wrong move will get him killed until Austin looks back at him and growls. "Get everyone out of here. Or do something stupid to get their attention. You don't deserve to see this."

A shiver runs through your body at the implication that Austin plans on taking you against the pool table as you look at him. "Aust—"

His hands move to pull off your jacket, a leather number he had bought you after your second date. It's a bit oversized but you preferred it that way, told Austin it meant if your body changed for whatever reason it could still fit. You still remember the night after you told him that, the burn of his beard between your thighs a phantom whisper of a memory among the filth he had spewed from his mouth involving you and him.

"Austin," you utter his name as a warning that has him smirking down at you, doing away with the buttons of your shirt with such ease it's unfair. Your breasts are exposed to him, heaving in your bra and earning a growl as his hands grab at them, squeezing hard enough for you to know they'll be covered in fingertip sized bruises later on. "You going to at least kiss me?"

His face softens just for a moment at the request before he dives in, his teeth pulling at your lip and threatening to make you look every bit of that debauched woman when he was through with you. A moan is ripped from your chest as he takes a hand and busies himself with undoing the front clasp of your bra. You feel the second he manages to undo it, your breasts spilling from their confines and your nipples brushing against the fabric before pebbling at the cold air of the fan above you. Your nipples need attention, he thinks as he pulls away and sucks little marks all the way down your neck and clavicle till he reaches your breast and that little nipple. You get no warning before he bites at it, not hard enough to break the skin but enough to cause that angry rush of blood beneath the surface. You don't normally bruise easily but in this moment you swear your body has forgotten how to control itself. Austin's jacket is pulled off by you as he tries to help shuck off his shirt, noting how you're joining him in marking your territory, your nails dragging red painful lines across his chest and back.

He is yours as much as you are his and you want the world to know it after this. You've always wanted the world to know, despite the consequences you know are likely to follow the pair of you. He groans and whimpers a bit above you as a hand moves down to undo your jeans, mirroring one of your own. "Gonna maul me too, babe? Make everyone see I've got this old lady on my arm who's so powerful that everyone wants her?"

The whine that leaves your lips is embarrassingly loud and you are entirely aware that multiple people likely heard it but Austin's right, you want to maul him. You want both of you to be so covered in marks from each other that there's no question of who either one of you belong to.

"That's not an answer, babe. Come on, tell me what you want," Austin coos, as he allows himself the pleasure of pulling your pants and panties down just enough to expose your vagina to the cool air.

Your hands move to try and pull down his pants, frustration finally getting to you as you wrap your legs around his middle and force them down that way, his cock springing from his boxers as you tried to move against him. "I want everyone to see I'm your old lady, Austin. I don't want the women on you and I don't want to deal with any more guys like that who think I'm just a whore."

A snarl of aggravation rips through Austin at the word whore and his hands grip almost painfully at your hips. "If you're anyone's whore, it's mine. My pretty and smart little whore."

His fingers move down to between your legs, his fingers sliding easily through your folds and brushing against your clit when he pulls them out, he thinks he ought to taste you on his lips but settles for rubbing your arousal on his neck. A scent marker as primal and animalistic as it was. You swear you clench around nothing at the sight and grind against him once more, aching and begging for his cock. Smiling, he grips the base of his cock and guides it in, a low groan leaving his lips as he feels the tight grip of your vagina around him. This was his pussy to fuck. Your body was his to mark in whatever way he saw fit with your permission. The power he felt from it and the power you had over him because of it was unmatched.

The pool table's fabric felt strange against your back and you know you're likely to have some form of a burn to go with the burn of Austin's facial hair against your skin and the bruises he's sucking on your chest as he thrusts into you. Your nails dig harder into Austin's back, wanting to draw blood, to watch it drip from him as some form of sick claim. Marks only mean so much when they're not permanent but there's something about the idea of drawing blood from him that offers the chance to tie him fully to you. His thrusts are starting to speed up as you try to clench around him, using your internal muscles and a trick you know he enjoys.

"Babe. Not— I know we gotta be quick but kegels?" He whines pulling away from your skin and grabbing both sides of your face to pull you in for a harsh kiss, his beard scratching against your chin. "Wanted to take a little time."

"Tonight," you whisper, crying out as one of his hands somehow snuck down between your legs to pinch your clit. "Right now I just want to look like yours."

At your words Austin's eyes narrow and he thrusts even faster, keeping up with the way your hips chase his cock as he pulls back only to slam in over and over again. Things become a flurry of hands gripping and teeth and lips biting and sucking to the point where you're unsure of where he begins and you end. Your orgasm comes expectedly, your grip on his shoulders tightening as you almost fold in half from the pleasure your body feels, the aftershocks hitting you in the form of mild shakes even as you feel his come inside of you. Austin collapses on top of you, his entire front pressing against you as he catches his breath, seemingly trying to bite yet another mark on you.

Outside of the room you hear noises of people wanting to get back inside, whining about how it's hot outside and you roll your eyes. For a bunch of bikers, they could be so delicate about some things. "Austin, come on, we gotta get up."

The man in question whines against your skin, his lips curling into a pout you can feel before pulling away. "Don't wanna. I'm the King, they can wait."

You watch as Austin's head moves as your body jiggles when you laugh. A part of you wants to agree with him, but the part of you that's always mildly more mature knows better. "You are, but if you get up, you can show 'em off."

His eyes blink for a moment as he looks up at you through his eyelashes, his brain trying to piece together what you said before a hopeful grin flashes across his face. "Does that mean I can show you off too?"

"What's a king without his queen?"

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[besideprimroseshade]

ᴳᵒᵈ ⁱˢʰ ᵀʷˢᵗ ˣ ⁱᵐᵐᵒʳᵗᵃˡ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ CH: 2

CH: 1

"I'm getting excited on the contrary"

TW: Suggestive comments

    Y/N's current alias:

    Ell Clocke

    Alias No. 161

    Date: 1300

    "Why would you pick that book out of all?  I mean, it's nothing more than some fanatic's fantasy.  Nothing worth contemplating about".  He sighs and you shoot back Will you shut up for a few minutes?  I'm trying to read, you know, do something actually productive.  Instead of listening to whatever crap that comes outta your mouth.  Idle chatter should I say?"  He huffs "Ugh!  This is why you dropped out of school, my professors would be sorely disappointed in such a lackluster person like yourself".  You remember what page you're on and set your book to the side "Good thing I don't suck up to professors then, unlike someone here.  People actually enjoy my presence, dunno if you've noticed, but everyone here would kill you if it were legal".  He blanches and mutters something "Y-you're wrong, such a notion is inconceivable.  The people adore me, a brain such as mine surely deserves respect!" you shrug "Tell that to the townspeople, everyone here fucking hates you, and the fact that you with your great brain can't see that your holier-than-thou attitude is the reason why you don't have anyone who would actually care if you died is something..."

    "Wait... are you revealing to me that you wouldn't care if I died?" he freezes, a sort of realization washing over him.

    "Wow, the great mind finally realized.  What did you expect?  Me to cry when you die?  The guy who said that I'll be nothing 'cause I got B's and not A+'s?  The guy who every day told me that my dreams weren't anything, that mom and dad just had me to compare my dullness to your brightness?  You should've been a comedian instead of a scholar, 'cause that's too fucking funny".  Your words cut like the sharpest of ice, frigid and unforgiving.  

    "I... I was joking!  Of course you couldn't take a joke, you're too sensitive..." comes the attempt to shake away the guilt.

  "At least I can feel things…” you quip back.     He takes a furious sip of his tea and coughs it out “W-what curious concoction is this?  This is surely not my tea!”.  Your eyes move to the snow white Persian cat in the corner of the parlor, lazing on her pillow.  Cotton, your mother’s most prized pet, a spoiled cat given as a gift from your father.  “Oh, Cotton peed in the cup, it must’ve slipped my mind to inform you…”

    The memory fades as you fade back to your tea, the faces swirling like the milk in the tea.  “That damned dipshit” you utter before grabbing a broom and flinging open your front door.  Your porch was decently decorated, with starch white paint on the walls and the beams supporting up the thing.  Thankfully the paint did not contain lead, or maybe it did, that might’ve explained why the townspeople avoided you like you were crazy.  A few plants in pots stood in neat rows by the front window, delicate little flowers grown from a variety of seeds.  But now was not the time to admire your handiwork.  Angrily sweeping your front porch and ignoring the clouds of dust that plague your vision.  Your brother never did get his dream…     You learned that for all of his labor, he was only remembered as a pretentious wannabe who tried so hard to make it big in the world of knowledge that he ended up only becoming famous for his attempts.  A local legend of your town.  After centuries of him being dead, you were still petty.       Continuing your furious sweep you barely notice the child staring at you from behind one of the poles.  Only stopping your sweep to take a few breaths, “What do you want kid?” You turn to meet their gaze.  A tiny lanky thing, who probably didn’t even reach your hip, with striking eyes the same shade as the blazing garnet ring your least favorite aunt always showed off.  Thick dark hair that reminded you of ink, silky and black, cut short above their shoulders.  Their outfit prim, with a neat white shirt dark brown pants.  Their ears confirmed that they were a fairy, small and pointed.       “You appear to be angered with something” they observe with a voice so quiet it seemed hardly a whisper.  They stand there, hiding, unsure of whether to approach the curiously angry stranger, or run off back into the forest.  “Just blowing off some steam” you reassure them before leaning your broom against the wall.  “I’m not gonna hurt you, ‘sides, you’d probably be more of a threat to me than vice versa” you admit, watching as their grip on the pole lightens, a few creaks from the wood reverberating off the porch’s roof.  “So uh… what brings you to my place?  Pure curiosity?  Or did I anger a fae?”  You continue, waiting for any sort of reaction.         “I hast stumbled upon your abode by chance, tis an interesting place.  Any sane human would place their home as far as possible from a fairy.  But your abode is right in the middle of our territory.  I can feel the magic everywhere” they respond at last.     

    “I’m not like most humans…” you say, half joking half seriously.  “I can feel that, there is something heavy around you.  Many feelings are wound up inside you, like a boiling pot of stew, ready to bubble over and burn at any second” comes their swift response.  “Thanks for the reading… but I don’t have anything to give ya’ unless you’re hungry for some leftover bread and cheese from this mornings meal” you admit.  They shake their head, “No thank you, my lady said to never trust strangers.  There is no shortage of people willing to take advantage of you”.  You nod slowly “Your lady is right, tis better to be safe then found dead in a ditch I suppose”.       “Shall I call you something?”     “Fae never give out their names”     “That’s right, you’ve got good instincts too”     “Are you going to give me your name?”     “Nah”

    That was the beginning of your encounters with that little faerie.  He never did give you his name, but simply told you that it was similar to a flower.  You ended up telling him your name though, so that he would stop calling you the ‘abnormal human’.  He wasn’t wrong though, normal humans weren’t immortal.  Normal humans didn’t challenge gods in hopes of death.  Normal humans didn’t use their fathers invitation to a school and assumed his identity.  You learned more about your little visitor.  He was a servant of nocturnal fae’s princess.  A little bat fae at the very bottom of the fae hierarchy, raised in luxury.  Trained to serve his lady’s every whim.  What a dreary existence… you thought. 

    In exchange for tidbits about his life you gave him some from yours.  How you challenged a god and got immortality in return.  “You are an idiot” he thought aloud as he took a spoon from one of your cabinets and grabbed a dish labeled for him.  “What is this?” He inquired suspiciously “A treat, leftovers from a friend’s party” you reply.  The little fae sniffed it curiously before digging in.  “Pear…” he said at last before finishing the dessert in a few seconds.       “Someone’s hungry” you grab a few cherries from a basket full of farmer’s market goods.  "That is none of your concern" he comments.  "Damn, you're quick to anger" you slightly tease.

    That was the last time you saw him that small, he never did grow much taller.  But there was something different about him, not just that he was visibly different.  But he seemed different, bore a different air about him, something sickening, but you could never put a finger on it.  It was unsettling, the curious gleam in his scarlet eyes faded away in favor of a hateful sheen.  His slit pupils constantly in a state of fury.  How he shook off your concern with a glare, was this how your parents felt with you?  His hair was now welcome to dyed streaks of red, a unique choice for sure. 

    You dabbed one of his more severe wounds with a cotton ball.  "Humans can never keep their hands to themselves" you mutter as you rub a salve on his injured arm.  Tone akin to a chiding parent's as you clean and bandage his arm.  "Tut tut, I told you not to play with those mean boys and their toys", the boys in question being men and the toys being weapons.  "You're not my parent dumbass" to which you shake your head teasingly "I know, but seeing you grow up to be such a strong fighter has certainly had some sort of parental affect on me".  He side-eyes you "That's so fucking sweet it's annoying...".  Playfully wacking the top of his head you smile "Language little one..."

"Fuck you" he mutters irritated.

"No one will sadly..." you respond with a sigh.

"I hate you"

"Such is the fate of every parent, I suppose.  Whatever happened to that sweet little faerie I encountered?  Now there's just this crass thing in his place"

   •✧• Centuries later •✧•

    Current Alias

    Hanakoto Y/N

    Orientation went smoothly, you personally didn't care which dorm you were placed in, so long as you'd be left alone for the most part.  You rolled your shoulders back as you stepped up to meet the gaze of the Dark Mirror.  For some reason the Ceremonial Robes felt heavier upon your arms.  As if they were weighing you down... pulling you away from your fate.  Feeling the hundreds of eyes staring at you with a variety of emotions.  The weight of their gaze not helping. 

    You stared at the Mirror as it boomed the familiar words to you that it had to many students before you.

   "The shape of thy soul is..."

   "Tenacious... therefore you are fit for Pomefiore"

    As you walk down the steps to the crowd of Pomefiore students, you hear a scoff.  Turning to face the student you're face to face with some pretty blonde student with tacky violet ends and amethysts for eyes.  "Is there a problem?" you scoff back.  He glares at you before turning back to see what new students would be joining him.  Grumbling about "potatoes".  You take an empty spot between a couple of fellow first years.  "The fuck is his problem?" you mutter glaring daggers at the back of his head. 

    Vil Schoenheit could feel holes being bored into the back of his head, probably from that insolent potato that he just bothered to stare at.  What was their problem?

   The dinner at your new dorm was luxurious, it felt like the dinners that fae had described to you, while the Queen of Briarland was entertaining nobles. There were plates piled high with delicacies, food that you had only read about, it was absolutely delicious, but that damned student from earlier kept shooting you glares.  As if everything you did earned his ire.  Like he was personally offended by your existence...  You were from a family of farmers but damn, his attitude towards you was worse than those falsely compassionately officals that pretended to take pity on the plight of farmers.  The same people that made it possible for them to stuff their faces with rich sauces and soups, those addicting desserts and prized drinks. 

    Not to mention that blonde with the bob who sat next to him kept smiling and complimenting him, lathering on the praise for him until it creeped you out.  You could've mistaken him for your brother, always showering famous scholars that he encountered with so much praise you thought that he was in love with them.  Those crusty old men who sat pondering alongside other crusty men who agreed with their every word.  This guy was more of a devout worshipper than fellow student.  What made him so good that someone would treat him like a god, or perhaps, what made him so rich?  So worthy of being praised, so worthy of being devoted to?  How curious...

    You were currently writing down your record of the first week of school, the classes, the teachers, the many students from all walks of life.  Finishing each sentence with a flourish.  You set your journal down.  You learned that the blonde with violet eyes was some model named Vil Schoenheit.  And the blonde with the bob was Rook Hunt.  Two insignificant people that you'd probably forget in a couple of centuries... or well, that's what you assumed at first...

    Resting your back against the wall you inhale quietly, your mind taking you back to the memories of a bygone era, a bygone you.  "Whatever became of that faerie?" you mutter standing up from your spot.  Stretching your arms you toss the journal into your bag.  You hadn't heard much about him after he left, you never learned his name after all, it was hard to look for someone when you didn't know a basic fact about them.  Did he die in the war?  Did he have a family?  Those questions would continue to go unanswered most likely.  You missed him, that nocturnal fae that you watched grow up, the fae brought up by royalty, a mere peasant by hierarchy's standards.  But status didn't matter to you, and he appreciated that. 

    That was then however, this is now.  Seeing the students rush to classes, take their time chatting with friends, and teachers exchanging lesson plans.  The similar sights of your school back when you were mortal.  You sat by yourself at lunch time, occupying yourself by listening in on the busy chitter.  Sitting silently as you picked at the your meal for today, pondering at the pangs in your chest that struck as you reminisced about a time no longer.  Idly poking at the lukewarm pile of mashed potatoes with your fork, taking small bites of the tender steak.  Too caught up in your memories to savor the flavors of the meat. 

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Author's Thoughts

Scarlet-eyed fae - 'A good kid. Deserved better in life'

Vil Schoenheit - 'Nothing worth mentioning, dunno why he's famous'

Rook Hunt - 'desperate, fucking desperate'

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A/N: thank you guys for being so patient!! have a wonderful day/afternoon/night :>

[leafyaa]

Chapter 2.

Shinobu introduced you to her many friends and acquaintances. She had many connections apparently which didn't seem so surprising considering the fact that she was a quite well known shrine maiden before quitting and turning towards the legal industry.

Now she was working under Arataki Itto, otherwise known as the number uno itto which you slightly cringed at but found funny.

Speaking of Itto, he was a quite energetic and loud guy. You were surprised how he and Sara were friends. Or maybe he just annoyed her to become friends with him? Whatever the case was, you enjoyed his company.

Gorou was another friend of Kuki and Itto. And he too was part of the Inazuma police, just from the Sangonomiya prefecture. You thought for a second of asking him for help but it didn't even make sense considering Hikari went missing in Narukami prefecture.

However, he was in the higher ranks as he was a police deputy chief. Actually he was in the second highest position.

In your mind you wonder if you should ask him.. Though you also argue that you're wasting his time off..

"Hello Y/n! Nice to meet you, I'm Gorou!" Gorou said with a smile and held his hand out for you to shake.

You reacted slowly and shook his hand gently.

"Nice to meet you.." You mutter with a small smile.

Gorou watched how your sad eyes glowed under the bar lights and nervously scratched his head.

Sure he saw a smile on your face but your eyes told that you weren't feeling happy.

"Wanna have a drink?" He asks, trying to get into some small talk with you.

"Sure."

The two of you walk towards the bartender and ask for two shots of tequila.

After the drinks are made the two of you walk over to a sofa in the corner of the bar where it was less crowded.

You take a sip of the tequila and are hit with a taste of nostalgia from the drink. But it also stung pretty badly so you almost choked.

"Easy there. You wouldn't want to choke." Gorou says, casually drinking the glass in one go. "Now, tell me about whatever is troubling you."

You find out Gorou was a great listener and so told him about Hikari. His face saddened by the news of her disappearance and comforting you by patting you on the shoulder.

You end up crying a little bit but quickly wipe your tears away, not wanting to show a sense of vulnerability.

"Give me your number, I'll see what I can do for you." Gorou says in a serious voice, yet gently smiling.

Your puffy eyes slightly light up and quickly pull out your phone from your purse and show him your number.

He texts you a sticker of a cute Shiba inu dog and you added him as a new contact.

"Thank you.. For listening, Gorou." You say as you put your phone back in your purse.

"Of course. It's not a problem." He smiles cutely and signals for you to stand up.

"Let's continue to enjoy this night, shall we?"

You end up staying much longer than you had originally planned for. Yet, still enjoy the company of your old and new found friends.

How many shots did you take? Well uhh you kind of lost count. But does it matter?

It was 8 am- wait no 3 am- why did the 8 and 3 look so similar??

For some reason there were still a bunch of people at the bar. Gorou already left while Itto and Heizou were pretty drunk with Sara and Shinobu watching over them who were slightly drunk.

But you? Well you were quite drunk. It wasn't visible much because you were too tired to act on it so it just seemed you almost took no shots.

"Shinobu.. Sara.. I'm heading home.. Be careful.." You say with a tired smile.

Sara looks slightly worried but Shinobu doesn't. Shinobu put her hand on your shoulder and smiled.

"You too. I hope you enjoyed the night Y/n."

You softly smile at the both of them and look over to Itto and Heizou who were on the verge of passing out.

You wave at them and leave the bar.

The cold breeze hits your skin as you walk your way home. It is only a 20 minute walk so how can anything go wrong? Plus you still can see properly so no issues right..?

Well you start to get drowsy after 5 minutes of walking so you sit on a bench to rest a bit. You lean on the bench, almost falling asleep.

You watch the moon glow and smile. Tiny tears slipped out of the corners of your eyes. You cry.

Incoherent words slip out of your mouth. You are somewhat trying to apologize to the moon..?

But everything comes out as cries.

And apparently someone nearby heard your cries because you hear some rustling from a few bushes away from you.

It is a male dressed in black, face covered with a mask and eyes covered with a hat.

Now if you weren't drunk you would've run away, not wanting to be killed by this suspicious looking individual.

However, he somehow looked kind of familiar. But you couldn't see shit because of your tears which were blurring your fucking vision.

You see the individual walk closer towards you, and somehow you remain calm.

And now the individual was standing right next to you, looking down at you- a crying drunk mess.

Well at least you still look pretty.

The male bends down and gently wipes the tears away.

"Do you want me to take you home..?" He asks His voice is calming and caring. It made you feel comfortable.

"Yes.. Please.." You say before being gently picked up by the male in his arms.

Your puffy tired eyes try to look into his eyes but failed as the tears were still blurring your vision. But you can make out the male's eyes were somewhat blue looking- wait no black- huh?

"I'm sorry.." The male whispers and you just look confused and dazed.

"Sleep well.." The male gently strokes your hair and rocks you in his arms as he carries you.

You fall asleep through his calming voice and mutter a small thank you.

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Notes:

There might be finally someone who can help Y/n with Hikari's- our beloved dog boy Gorou!! And oh, who's that stranger that helps Y/n get home? Why does he seem so familiar? And how the heck does he even know where Y/n lives??

Summary:

You've dated Scaramouche in your high school and college years but just as you wanted to announce your pregnancy to him he broke up with you without any reason. He left you to be a single mom for 7 years. But now that your daughter has been missing and abducted for a year and you've not been doing well and out of a sudden he showed up into your life again trying to apologize for his past mistakes..?

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[majaloveschris]

I don't believe there was a MA wedding on the 9th, but imo too much is being made about the weather. It rained off and on (sometimes heavily) throughout that weekend here in the Concord area, but it was not a hurricane. If they had an at-home event as originally reported by Page Six, then they likely had an event tent set up in the yard; some tents can withstand severe inclement weather. Granted, they would have been taking a chance because it would have been a problem had there been high winds or lightening, but many people plan outdoor events and have to deal with the same possible weather challenges. I would not plan an event such as a wedding this way, but it is not impossible.

A few other things:

-IF they married in a town on Cape Cod, then they didn't do it on the Sept 9th. CE was spotted in Concord that morning and in Sudbury that afternoon. Given it would take a few hours to get to the Cape (particularly with heavy traffic of beach-goers on what was a hot weekend), it is impossible for him to have married on the Cape that day regardless of whether the party was there or back in Boston. Plus you have the celebrities who allegedly were back at the Boston hotel by midnight and out of town guests staying at CE's Concord house who were still at the house on the afternoon of the 9th and on the 10th.

-There was a sighting posted on a Sept 9th from someone claiming to have seen a tent set up after riding by his house. While part of the Concord house can be seen from the main road, the yard cannot. The Carlisle house is in a totally secluded area. If someone actually saw a tent at either location, it would have had to have been seen by someone affiliated with the wedding itself. Also, the Concord house is close enough to other homes that neighbors likely would have seen/heard things.

-It would be a challenge for anyone looking for a MA marriage certificate to find it. Per MA law, an officiant has 60 days from requesting a license to return the signed document to the registrar. In addition, MA law allows one to apply for a license in any MA city/town and then get married anywhere in the state. IF there was a lega marriage, they did not necessarily apply for the license in Concord or Carlisle even if that is where they ended up getting married. In order to obtain a copy of a MA marriage certificate, one needs to know in which city/town the paperwork was filed. Again, I don't think they legally married in MA, but it would be easy for them to try to hide the paperwork.

Yeah, it's not impossible, and maybe it wouldn't even be that weird if there weren't other things that didn't really make sense about this whole thing.

This whole Cape Cod thing didn't really make any sense to me. You know that I don't believe people without any actual proof, so like a picture where you can visibly see his face or where you can clearly recognize it's him. But even if I don't consider people seeing him in C and S, it still doesn't make any sense. Page Six was the one reporting the whole thing and didn't even mention Cape Cod. Now we can obviously question whether P6 just ran with the rumors or got the information somewhere. They are running with the marriage thing, so I'd say they got the information, probably from their or her team. I'd say they made the story up on the go; it didn't seem like they had one in mind, and since then there wouldn't have been several articles about adding and correcting details. I still find it really unbelievable that they went to have a ceremony in Cape Cod but then went back to C to party. Why? Why couldn't they just have a ceremony at home? It would definitely reduce the possibility of people seeing them there since they want to keep this whole relationship so private. Or why couldn't they have the party on Cape Cod? Why would they and all of their guests drive from CC to MA for like 2 hours just to have a party when they could've had both things at the same place? And do you want me to believe that nobody saw them in CC? Not a single person? So nobody saw Chris, any other Avengers, or any other celebrities there? Not a single person. Nobody saw them. This sounds pretty unbelievable to me.

I could say the same thing about the MA party. Nobody saw or witnessed anything. And as you said, they can't see his backyard from the streets, so yeah. However, there is a road going from the main road that goes to his and the other houses there. I think you can drive there if you want, and from that road, you can see his backyard, but I still doubt every single person in Concord who witnessed, saw, or heard anything is so nice that they wouldn't have sent something to DM, tweeted something, or taken a picture. This was the only person who said something, so it's weird to me and a bit suspicious.

And don't even talk about the license.

[thepenultimateword]

Hi! I love your writing! Could I get a part 2 of prompt 77? No pressure of course

"You really didn't have to," Ex-villain said, swallowing hard to hide the fact that their mouth was already watering over the big plate of Szechuan pork and fried rice in front of them.

“You're one of the team now," Leader said. They barely looked at them as they casually unwrapped a fortune cookie. "Dinner was the least we could do to make you feel welcome."

“They're just glad their forever-long crush is finally legal," Teammate said.

The cookie cracked in Leader's hand and their face suddenly flooded a deep shade of red. "W-what? I don't even know what you're talking about! Shut up!"

Villain choked on a mouthful of rice. A very embarassing, very uncute hacking that sent a few grains flying across the table and a thin track of tears streaming down their cheeks.

“S-sorry,” they croaked, elbow knocking their plate as they hurriedly grabbed for a napkin. Great, they were flushed. “I…um…”

"It's not a crush!" Leader said adamantly, standing to help wipe the spilled rice and peas into their hand. They did not meet Villain's eyes once, but they flinched as their forefinger brushed Villain's thumb. "It's just admiration! Your very capable and smart. And you went through so many messed up things most people would have broken or gotten completely twisted, but even as a villain you did your best not to allow others to define you, and the fact you even took me up on my offer is brave in itself, and I just respect you so much. And that's all it is!"

"Ok." Villain tried to make it sound unbothered, but of course, it had to come out croaked.

"Really! I didn't try to recruit you because I like you! As a hero I thought it would be best for you, and also as a hero, I knew how much we could benefit from your help. I would never encourage such a pivotal choice for my own personal--"

"I believe you."

Leader stopped. "Huh?"

"I believe you," Villain repeated, rolling a missed grain of rice under their index finger. "We've been fighting for years. I know you're not that sort of person. You don't manipulate. Or lie. Or . No matter how much I wanted to believe you did at the beginning. I know you're a good person. So don't worry about it."

Silence.

Villain glanced up.

If it was possible for someone to appear relieved and crush simultaneously, that was Leader's expression now. How cute. Leader had always been so stoic on the battlefield, seeing them flustered was a totally new experience. Though it would have been nicer if they weren't flustered as well.

Villain wasn't sure if they should believe Leader's words or their body language, but they offhandedly added, "Even if you did have a crush, I wouldn't mind."

“Wait...” Teammate said. They craned their head to see Villain’s face. “Don’t tell me you actually--”

“Shut up, Teammate!” Leader roared at the same time Villain cried: “I just think they’re pretty!”

Now Leader choked. “What?”

Teammate stood up, hands in the air. “That's it. I am not a third wheel.”

"No, wait, Teammate!" Leader begged, but Teammate snagged an eggroll and sauntered out the door.

Leader pinned their lips together and stared at their plate. "So..."

"So..." Villain echoed back, silently scolding themselves. Why had they said anything? Why couldn't they have just left it as it was? They'd let themselves get caught up in all that talk of admiration, in that flustered reaction, and flushing cheeks. Someone didn't have to like you to be embarrassed. Besides...it wasn't possible. Leader had always been there encouraging them to clean up. To give up the loneliness and the constant watching over their shoulder for something safer. They'd acted as if they could see something more in them, and after a lifetime of being worthless, it had been nice to feel wanted. But other than that they'd never showed them an ounce of care. They weren't particularly kind even when offering them a hand. They didn't back down from their fights. They beat them thoroughly and soundly, no mercy. They'd never pulled their punches either. None of the things Villain would have expected out of a person with secret feelings. But maybe...maybe...they couldn't risk showing it?

"Do you really just admire me?" Villain murmured.

"Do you really think I'm pretty?" Leader countered.

Villain swallowed. "You captivate me." Leader's head shot up and before they could duck down again, Villain locked eyes. "I don't really know you. But I've always been...you've always been...so beautiful."

Leader wet their lips, "I've liked you ever since your scheme with the bombs. They were so perfectly orchestrated. Maximum damage with no danger to human life. It was genius. But even so, I never wished to take away any of your choices. I wanted you to do what you wanted to do. Whether that ever included me or not."

"Can...that include you now?"

"Well, we're on the same team. Everything includes me n--"

Villain pecked Leader's cheek, face immediately setting fire. Still they managed a quiet, "I don't know more than your hero persona...more than the type of person you are on a battlefield...but I'd like to. Could I?"

Leader nodded, equally flushed. "That...would be...very nice."

[petitelepus]

The Loner's Unexpected Journey, Part 16

Kimetsu Academy!Genya Shinazugawa X Fem!Reader

Summary: New Year came and went and you and Genya's birthdays came.

Warnings: None

A/N: Modern!AU, Kimetsu Academy, Female Reader, Genya Shinazugawa, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Shuya Shinazugawa, Hiroshi Shinazugawa, Koto Shinazugawa, Teiko Shinazugawa, Sumi Shinazugawa

PART 1 II PART 2 II PART 3 II PART 4 II PART 5 II PART 6 II PART 7 II PART 8 II PART 9 II PART 10 II PART 11 II PART 12 II PART 13 II PART 14 II PART 15 II PART 16 II PART 17 II PART 18

New Year came and went, followed by your 18th birthday. It was a big thing or at least you had the hunch it was. You would finally be able to drink legally, get a driver's license, and even smoke, but you doubted that you would be doing any of those things.

None of them appealed to you as Genya did but you wanted to wait until you were both 18 before you could do anything bigger than kissing. Your partner's birthday was just a couple of days or such from yours and you were slightly nervous about it.

What if he wanted to have sex immediately? You weren't sure if you were ready, but then you thought about the times you had been kissing and how you wanted to show him how much you actually really did love him. Wasn't sex after all the ultimate show of affection?

After all, you had both dreamt of that special night when the two of you would do more than share the bed. Those dreams were intense and often left you breathless once you woke up. It didn't help that you and Genya slept in the same bed.

Yes, you were ready. If Genya wanted it as much as you did then you would be ready to share that experience with him.

"Happy Birthday!" You heard Genya sing to you. He had requested you to close your eyes as he brought out his gift to you. You were sitting on the couch when you heard him approach you.

"You can open your eyes now," Genya smiled and you copied him as you opened your eyes and saw this delicious-looking chocolate cake with your name and age written on it, alongside 18 candles lit on it.

"I wasn't sure what to get for you so I hope you don't mind me getting you cake?" He sounded a little guilty, but you were honestly so happy to receive your first birthday cake in years.

"I love it Genya!" You smiled cheerfully as you looked at him, "Can I make a wish?"

"Y- yes, go ahead!" He nodded and you inhaled and blew all the candles out with one try. He smiled as he reached for the plates and cake server, "What did you wish?"

"If I told you, it wouldn't come true?" You chuckled as you watched him cut you a generous piece of cake. There was a small meow and you looked down to see Lady rub her head against your leg as if she wanted to also know what you wished for.

"No Lady, it's a secret," You chuckled, much to Genya's confusion, "What- Oh!" He just noticed Lady at your feet and smiled, "I think I have some wet food for you-!"

Lady immediately meowed out loud at the mention of wet food and quickly abandoned you to make her way to the kitchen where she always got the food.

Both you and Genya chucked a little and he went to open a can of wet food for Lady and you smiled as you watched him take care of your fur baby.

Secretly you wished for willpower to make it to the 7th day when Genya would turn 18 as well. Otherwise, your birthday went well. You and Genya ate cake and watched a movie, the usual fun stuff.

As your birthday passed, you started to prepare yourself for your loving partner's birthday. You went as far as to buy condoms and lube and it was maybe the most embarrassing thing you ever did!

You couldn't look the cashier in the eyes as you purchased the stuff and it was even worse when the cashier wished you a good day, as if they knew! Well, they probably had a hunch but it didn't make it any easier! Your face burned so badly as you left the convenience store and headed back home.

Finally, Genya's birthday came and you were nervous, but also happy. You woke up a little before Genya to dress up, go and prepare him a birthday hero's breakfast. Bacon, eggs, and toast! Not the fanciest thing, but you rarely had bacon so it should be enough.

"Morning…" Came Genya's voice. You turned to look and saw him yawning tiredly, but you couldn't help but smile at the sight of his wild bedhead.

"Morning hero!" You chirped happily as you made your way to him and pecked his cheek, "Your breakfast is done in a second!"

"Thank you," He thanked you, still held back by the sleep as he took a seat by the table and you served him, his breakfast. You watched him slowly wake up as he ate and soon he was scarfing his breakfast as if you hadn't fed him for days.

"Easy or you might choke!" You chuckled, "There is plenty more!"

"Sorry," He apologised and you shook your head, "No no, you can eat whatever you want and how much you want. This day is all about you."

And you felt good saying so. Genya swallowed his mouthful and nodded eagerly, ready to say something when suddenly the doorbell rang. You both glanced at each other in confusion.

"Are you expecting someone?" You asked and he shook his head, "No, you?"

You shook your head and got up to answer the door. Once you answered the door and saw who it was, you smiled and made way, "Genya, it's for you!"

"What-?" He got up, ready to come and see who it was, and just in time, as his 5 younger siblings came rushing inside.

"Big brother!" They all cheered as they ran to their older brother and hugged him, "Happy birthday big brother! You're an adult like big brother Sanemi is!"

"You guys!" Genya was all smiles as he hugged his siblings happily. You smiled at the heartwarming scene and you almost missed Genya's big brother and your math teacher Sanemi by the door.

"M- morning, sir!" You greeted him as you made way for him and the silver-haired man grumbled as he stepped into your apartment with a bag in each hand.

"Morning," He greeted you and you were thankful that you had changed your clothes from pajamas to your warm sweater. You closed the door behind the man and this caught your partner's attention.

"Big brother! You came also!" Genya gasped and Sanemi frowned a little, "Of course I came! You should feel honored because your sweet siblings wanted to come and surprise their big brother!"

"I- I am!" Genya nodded and his siblings hugged him happily, "We brought you a present!"

"And then we are heading out for lunch!"

"Thank you, everyone…!" Genya was truly happy and so were you as you looked at the heartwarming scene before you.

"Kitty!" Genya's younger siblings shouted as soon as they noticed Lady who was basking in morning sunlight on the couch. As soon as Lady sensed kids, she raised her head and yawned before meowing curiously.

The children immediately turned to look at their brothers, "Can we pet the kitty?"

"Yes, just be gentle," Genya nodded and his siblings cheered as they surrounded Lady. You were briefly scared that they would scare her, but the kids were so well-behaved that you had no reason to fear.

"Happy birthday," Your teacher said as he looked at you and Genya.

"This is for you," Sanemi said as he handed you the bag in his left hand and the other one to Genya. You blinked, stunned by the kind gesture. You never really got presents and to have something from your partner's family?

"T- thank you, sir!" You thanked your teacher who scoffed, "Kids chose them so you should thank them."

"Thank you!" You and Genya both thanked and you opened your bag and saw the cutest and sweetest thing ever. It was a picture of you guys during your Christmas party at Shinazugawa's house. You all looked so happy and you felt your eyes sting thanks to the kind gesture.

"Kids put their allowance together to buy them for you guys. Of course, I didn't let them buy anything too expensive." Sanemi said and you nodded as you looked at him, "Thank you, sir… This is the sweetest thing I've ever gotten."

"Thank you, big brother," Genya also thanked his brother, and hearing you two thank him so genuinely made the eldest brother flustered, "Thank the kids, not me!"

Hearing that they were called, the kids looked at you guys over their shoulders, "We wanted to take you guys out to eat also!"

"When?" You and Genya looked at each other since you had just eaten late breakfast. Sanemi looked at you guys and saw the half-empty plates on the table, "We can come back later to pick you up for lunch."

"Oh, if you want, would you like to stay here until lunch?" You asked, "I have pretty much manga and games if you want to try them?"

"Really?" The kids looked absolutely excited as they looked at their eldest brother, "Can we stay big brother? Please?"

"Alright, but don't bother Genya's girlfriend too much!" Sanemi gave in and the kids cheered as they made themselves comfortable with the girls petting Lady and boys rushing to your bookshelf to see your massive manga collection.

You smiled as you watched them enjoy themselves. You couldn't remember if your place was ever as lively as it was now. It was a nice feeling. You glanced at Sanemi and smiled, "Would you like some coffee, sir?"

"If you had any, then sure." The silver-haired man nodded and you smiled, "Make yourself comfortable on the couch and I'll bring you some."

The man nodded as he sat down and actually reached to pet Lady also. You were truly happy as you went to prepare coffee and while the coffee was brewing, that was when Genya walked to you, "Thank you."

"Hm?" You blinked, confused, "For what?"

"For being so kind to me and my family." He smiled a little, "I couldn't ask for a better birthday present."

"Well…" You quickly glanced at his siblings over his shoulder and once you were sure they couldn't hear you, you quickly pecked his lips, "I'll give you my present later."

"Wait, wh-?" He was about to ask when he noticed the blush and shy look in your eyes and he blushed as he realized what you meant, "O- oh!"

"Just… Wait for me?" You whispered and he swallowed as he nodded his head quickly, "Y- yes!"

You smiled as you kissed him quickly and if things went along with your plans then that wouldn't be his last kiss today.

[jungwnies]

partners ✰ 2 it's your fault not mine.

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the car ride lasts for what seems like a lifetime as it goes down the highway. "where are we even going, this wasn't on my schedule." you say sighing, putting your phone between your thighs. "i'm starting to get a headache too, i haven't eaten since before the show." you continue to complain looking out the window.

"i already have a headache just sitting in this van besides you." jake jests continuing to scroll on your phone.

you roll your eyes and turn your head towards him, "are you sure it's me that's giving you a headache or is it the unhealthy amount of time you've spent scrolling through hate comments on twitter?"

jake puts his phone down, "if you opened your eyes a little wider you'd see that it's weverse, not twitter."

after a good 30 minutes of banter the van parks in front of a building, a big building. "where even are we?" the two of you ask in unison, quickly side-eyeing each other.

"you guys are going to be doing an escape room, maybe you guys will learn how to help each other in one of these." your manager says, turning his head to look at the two of you in the back. "we aren't legally allowed to lock you guys in these rooms, but if you don't work together you're getting your phones taken away until you guys air out your differences."

"there are differences to be aired out, he's just stupid and can't remember his lines." you objected.

jake looks at you and bites back, "how am i stupid? you don't even read your cue cards and just make things up along the way."

"at least i can improvise, whenever you forget your lines you stare at your cue cards for a good five minutes and completely forget the camera's are rolling." you scoff. "and i've seen your little annotations on the cue cards jake." you laugh, "stop pretending you have good grammar by fixing improper sentences when you can't even write complete sentences on your cue cards."

"they're annotations for a reason y/n, they don't have to be grammatically correct." jake argues back pulling his phone out, "plus, you've got to be a loser if everything you say is proper."

"yeah well, when you're putting your grammar on a pedestal then i would expect that you speak properly all the-" you begin before getting cut off by the managers.

"enough!" the managers shout, resulting in the two of you to shut up and sigh.

"you're going to go in there and help each other solve the damn game, and if you guys can't be civilized you already know the consequences, now go."

the two of you leave the van with nothing but resentment for each other and make your way inside as the workers greet you guys, leading the two of you to the escape room. "you guys will have 90 minutes to escape this room, and you have 5 hints available. if you do not escape within the allowed time frame we have been told to either allow you guys more time if you can bear it, or if you choose to leave and not complete the game you will be punished with no electronics indefinitely. good luck!" the worker says, quickly leaving the room after explaining the rules.

"i don't want to do this." you complain looking around the escape room. "but i also don't want to lose my phone because of you."

"how is this my fault, maybe if you were a little nicer to me this wouldn't have happened." jake argues walking around the room looking for clues.

"i was nice to you when i met you." you tell him, pushing on a button that opened the painting on the wall. "look, this opened."

"you really weren't nice though y/n." jake tells you, grabbing the envelope from the hole the painting revealed. "i know i mess up here and there, but calling me stupid is a little much don't you think?"

"i don't call you stupid just because of the cue cards." you mumble as you pull the key out of the envelope. "there's a keyhole over there."

"then what did i do to deserve this treatment?" jake asks, putting the key through the hole.

"for starters, when we first started mc-ing i would try to start conversations with you before the stage and you would completely ignore me. secondly, you spilled coffee on my shirt before the stage started and didn't even apologize. lastly, whenever the stage ends you just walk away without saying anything." you tell him as the door opens into another locked room.

"i don't have the energy to make small talk all the time." jake says observing the room once again.

"you can't even bring yourself to apologize, pathetic." you hiss. "get your head out of your ass jake, you're the problem here, not me."

word count: 822 thanks for reading! ♡

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These Dreams

Chapter 2: Seven Minutes                (Ao3) (must be signed in)

For @dukexietyweek 2023 Day 2 - Games

Word Count: 1032

Rating: T

Characters: Remus, Virgil, Remy (mentioned)

Warnings: ftm Remus, genderfluid Virgil, sexual themes, dreams

Virgil is stuck dreaming he’s suffering through one of his brother’s high school parties, and he gets cornered by a familiar face.

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Virgil had no idea why he ever agreed to come back to his parents' house for the summer, except for the fact that he couldn't afford an apartment. He just had to get a master's degree! If that weren't enough of a headache, his younger brother just had to throw a giant party while his parents were away. 

He was sitting at his desk, working on some freelance programming with his headphones in. The music from downstairs was loud and the bass line made his furniture shake. And Remy wouldn't turn it down unless he let the thot have booze. Absolutely not. 

He saved his work and sighed, realizing that he was not going to get anything done. But to hell if he went down and joined the group. Life would be so much easier if he could handle people. 

He stripped out of his jeans and fumbled for his pajama pants. If he couldn't leave, he could at least get comfy. 

BAM

"Oh damn!" an impish voice gasped, "You're supposed to wait for me to do that!" 

"What the fuck!?" Virgil yelped and pulled his pants up. He locked his door—only someone with a key could get in! 

But no, a wily little imp with a mustache was happily bouncing into his room—holding Remy's key. Virgil was going to murder that little shit. 

"You sound surprised to see me! I'm surprised I landed a total babe! Didn't think I'd pull your key, did you?" he asked and shut the door. 

"What are you talking about?" 

"Seven Minutes in Heaven! Duh! That's why Remy had you pick a number to get a room!" 

"This is my bedroom. I'm trying to survive this stupid party and get some work done," Virgil huffed and crossed his arms. 

"Oh, you're his older brother," the intruder said brightly, "Well lucky you, I'm turning 20 this month so I am completely legal!"

Virgil stared at him for a minute. What was this adorable idiot not getting? 

"Come on! You're stressed and you have a cute little trans thot ready to do whatever you want to him!" 

"I want to be left alone. Remy fucking knew that. Why would he throw my key in there?" Virgil huffed. 

The imp pouted and hummed in thought. He was tapping his lower lip and making it hard for Virgil to stay annoyed. 

"He probably didn't want me here, but he had to invite me because he wants my little brother's butt. So he probably thought you would get pissed off, beat me up, and kick me out, which would save him from looking like a prick." 

"Yeah, that sounds like Remy," Virgil said flatly. He was actually starting to feel bad for this guy. And he was ready to punch Remy in the face. Or get even another way. 

"So, I don't want to do anything sexual, but you can hang out here if you want." 

"Can I lock the door and moan obnoxiously so everyone thinks I'm getting laid? I can make a mess of myself when I have to leave too," he said brightly and clapped his hands. 

"Why?" Virgil asked and sat on his bed. 

"To make Remy regret his choices of course! The last thing he'd expect is us getting along and getting it on! We don't even have to kiss!" he giggled, "It's brilliant!" 

Virgil smirked. He could work with that. He liked this imp, and he was more willing to make this scheme a success. 

"Lock the door and come have a seat. There's a few things to figure out first," Virgil said and patted the bed. The little imp locked up and bounced over. He sat down and wiggled to get comfy. It was unfairly cute. 

"Okay so I need to know what name to scream, and I need to know if you have a dick or not," the imp said and studied him. 

"How about a little game? I'll think of a number between 1 and 10. If you guess higher, I'll tell you my name, if you guess lower, I'll tell you a nickname." 

"What if I guess the number exactly?" 

"I'll tell you my name and play tonsil hockey with you," Virgil jeered. There was no way this guy would guess his number. He already had one picked out and it was just a little to the left of cheating.  

"Deal!" 

"Whenever you're ready." 

"Hm, 1.532015251831!" he cheered and wiggled excitedly. Virgil's jaw dropped. 

"How the hell—?" 

"It's Halloween! O is 15, C is 3, T is—" 

Virgil pressed a finger to his lips, still gawking. 

"You guessed the exact number. What the actual fuck?" 

"So I get to smooch a total hottie and scream his name after he tells me?" the imp gasped and crawled into Virgil's lap, wrapping his arms around his shoulders. He was grinning and giggling, pressing their foreheads together. 

"Virgil, it's Virgil," Virgil breathed, distracted by those wild green eyes. This man could probably rob him blind with that hypnotic gaze. 

"Hot!" he giggled and leaned in slowly. Virgil trembled with anticipation as his eyes fluttered shut, bracing for impact. He could feel that warm breath on his lips and he wanted nothing more than to make contact with them.

So close…

Beep! Beep!

Virgil woke up with a groan to the sound of his alarm blaring next to him. He sat up, and shut the damn thing off. He glanced around and realized he was in his apartment. It was messy as usual, but it was familiar. It certainly wasn’t his parent’s house. Or the place he dreamt up. And he wasn’t even related to Remy, why did he claim that thot was his brother? It was a weird dream, and none of that was real.

But the tingling feeling on his lips was still there, and he swore that little imp was just as real. The cute little imp with the mustache and brilliant grin couldn't be his imagination. 

The confusion would fade after a cup of coffee. He just had to get back to writing his next novel and he wouldn’t have to dwell on those wild eyes boring into him. 

…Right?

[twdmusicboxmystery]

I don’t want to come off as a skeptic with this question but what are your thoughts on Emily’s whereabouts. I follow her on Instagram and she’s been active almost everyday while Daryl Dixon has been filming both season 1 & 2. She posts a lot suggesting she is in LA and at her home with her dog/boyfriend. How do you justify her coming back when she’s clearly not in France. Again not trying to come off any type of way I truly trust your opinion!

For this, I just go back to examples we've had in previous seasons.

One is Khary Peyton/Ezekiel. He was filming during the regular filming season along with all the other characters. Yet, no one ever saw him. No cameras ever caught him. He was taken to set in the back of a white van with tinted windows (which incidentally Emily was seen climbing out of during the filming of missing scenes from S5) under a pile of coats, and everything he filmed was inside the studio.

The point is, he filmed everything beforehand, and it didn't leak. So, no one knew about it. When he showed up in the trailer for S7, it was a complete (and pleasant) surprise.

I think the same could be true of Emily. She may have already filmed what she needed to film long before the "official" filming of the Daryl spinoff.

Another good example to consider is 6x06, Always Accountable. All the scenes with Daryl, Dwight, and Sherry in the woods happened on the AMC lot during regular filming time. What most people don't seem to be able to wrap their heads around is that lot has acres and acres of undeveloped forest. So, they just went somewhere the cameras weren't, did all the filming, and no one was the wiser. No one caught or leaked any of that.

Emily could have done the same. Just gone some place (like literally anywhere on earth) during one of her quiet absences from IG, and done some filming. She may have even already done filming with Norman or other characters. Just because we aren't seeing her front and center in France during the other filming doesn't mean she won't appear. Tptb would take pains to be sure she could get her scenes done without anyone knowing about it. And we have countless precedents for it on this show.

I'm also still suspicious about the sale of the Georgia lot. I just felt like tptb went out of their way to show us that it was being sold, the grass was being mowed, and they wouldn't be filming there anymore.

And I'm not claiming anything one way or the other. I have no authority on anything legal to do with that. I'm just saying like it felt like a really big, purposeful distraction. Like, what if they DID sell parts of it off, so it's not a lie, but kept a lot of the back acreage. They could take all kinds of people there to film, and no one would ever see or be the wiser.

But even if I'm completely wrong on that, they could literally rent out any space that no one knew about and have Emily film.

The other really big clue we have is that Emily was actually in Paris several months before official filming began on the Daryl spinoff. She went to the Louvre and took a picture in front of the Mona Lisa. We took that as a huge symbolic clue because both of those things have been mentioned in various ways in the show, especially TWB and in describing what might happen in the Daryl spinoff.

But maybe it was more than a clue. Who's to say she didn't film some scenes in France while she was there? Because "official filming" had not begun, and most people aren't TD and don't think Emily is returning, no one was looking for that or suspecting it in the least. What a perfect time to do some clandestine filming, no?

Anyway, there are a lot of possibilities for how they're pulling this off without her being in France while the show is officially filming. Hope this helps! Xoxo! 🍁🍂❣️

[rejectdolls]

sorry i disappeared, i'm going through some serious shit right now. i don't wanna take up the dash but if you see this, please read it because i need all the advice i can get. this is a serious life or death thing. legal shit.

Saturday my boyfriend and I went to the beach, he had a beatbox and some captain morgan there but we left 3 hours later. we went to the mall for food and so i could use a restroom and when he was turning into a parking lot he made a little too wide a turn trying to avoid hitting the curb trying to turn in, and accidentally sideswiped a car that was in his blind spot, and the impact pushed him into another car that was turning out of the parking lot aisle. it was a really shitty situation but even I didn't see the first car on the right of us because i was looking to my right the whole time looking for a place to use the restroom. if i saw danger coming, i would've alerted him. i had to go use a restroom badly so i quickly got out of the car and found one, and i called him on the way so he knew i wasn't abandoning him or fleeing because he gets anxious and he was already scared to death. he wasn't answering his phone and i panicked thinking when i came back he'd be gone. thankfully his sister called me because she didn't know what was happening but he wasn't answering her calls either and she was worried, so i answered and told her what happened and i ran back through macy's and the whole shopping center and i panicked because several police cars were there blocking the whole entry, both parties were snapping pictures with their cell phones and he was sitting on the curb with his hands behind his back. then both parties involved in the accident left. they asked me questions and for my DL, but they didn't test me. and they didn't test anyone else involved in the collision. i told them what i experienced without lying and nothing i said could've gotten him in trouble. there was one cop who appeared to try and distract me from my boyfriend by asking me personal questions, how we met, where we both work, (how was that relevant? he didn't need to know) and i'm sure pumping me for info and dirt he could use against him and being a shark. i didn't take the bait and just "chit chatted" with irrelevant silly stupid things. then they made him take the field sobriety test... not giving him an option to consent or decline... and then they arrested him and took him in the cop car... and the look he gave me when they cuffed him was absolutely gut wrenching, it just broke my heart and i was doing so well keeping my cool no matter how fucking terrified i was but when he looked at me in tears and mouthed "i'm so sorry, i love you", i lost it and started crying.

but here's the thing. they refused to tell him his BAC which is deceptive and also wrong, and they did not test him again when they took him back to the station. they violated his rights by doing that, which can actually be in his favor because they didn't want evidence that he was okay so they could get away with charging him. but can they charge him for DUI with insufficient evidence? also it was pretty weird how both other parties in the accident weren't tested or questioned, they just snapped pics with their cell phones and left so quickly. nobody in the incident was injured. they separated us and wouldn't let us talk to each other, i tried to say something reassuring and a cop asked my name, barked at me and called me out harshly in front of everyone, 2 other guys came and tried to make me get off the curb when they took him in the cop car with handcuffs and when i walked by a cop blocked him so we couldn't make eye contact. i don't know if the guys were civilians or undercover cops but they made me go into starbucks and got me a water and left me there. today he called the DMV for an administration hearing to fight for his license and his mom found a lawyer this morning and made an appointment for them to talk to him at 2 p.m. but it's 5:20 and i haven't heard from him and i'm honestly freaking out but anyway.

i'm so nervous i'm sick to my stomach and i want to scream. i'm so, so afraid of him going to jail, i don't want to lose him but something tells me they're not gonna go easy on him and i've never been more scared of anything in my life. he's a good person, he's the sweetest soul with the biggest heart and he may have done something really stupid by driving drunk but he doesn't deserve this.

what chance does he have? we're in california. could the cops' failure to test him a second time be in his favor? does anyone have any information that could help?

[prowerprojects]

I had a hc that Tails before meeting Sonic was called plenty of [nick]names, many not being very nice. And Sonic; in tangent of helping Tails embrace his skills and abnormality, gave him his famed nickname as a means to empower that, instead of being used to downplay them like the bullies did.

But I don't think I ever had it come back to Tails hating his real name. Just prefers his nickname being used in most cases. (Even with AOSTH; just always seem like mainly a western perception.) I will say I find it ironic when it comes to certain 'years later' stories, some fans have him drop his nickname almost entirely cause it's less "professional" than his real one. (Hardly ever seems to be a setting where he embraces both.)

I get it, though I personally prefer Sonic not being involved here. 1) A lot of people think this is already canon and it's kinda annoying; 2) I think it's better if it's Tails's choice, not Sonic's (it's Tails showcasing his growth and agency & self-identity vs "Isn't Sonic just sooo nice and sweet and supportive uwu". Sometimes things that are about Tails... could be about Tails. And not about how great of a big brother Sonic is); 3) I still think it's kind of mean? Even if done in a well meaning way. Unless Tails explicitly asked him to come up with a nickname/call him Tails. (Or if you want to characterize Sonic to be a bit mean, then I get it too. Tough love and all that)

I'd almost prefer it if Sonic nicknamed him Tails obliviously (and not because he tries to come up with a "better" name because he dislikes the other one or for it to be empowering) because Tails wouldn't/couldn't tell him his name for whatever reason, and then later on Tails giving him the ok to keep using it because he knows Sonic doesn't mean it in a bad way. I want to know that Tails actually made a choice to be called that.

(Sorry I ended up disagreeing with your headcanon pretty strongly, I guess I just have some strong feelings about it. Though both of our headcanons have the space to exist)

Yeah I don't think he hates it and I don't think he's written to hate it. (He's basically the only person who does use it, ironically. Well, aside from Sage, now)

(It's funny how people understand the concept of nicknames when it comes to Eggman. Also it's funny how Tails and Eggman ended up with a similar narrative about the names (got made fun of, but then embraced the nickname), it adds to the parallels between them, and what makes it funnier is that the two of them weren't supposed to have two names, it's a complete coincidence!)

I guess I could *kind of* see where people could be coming from when they make "Tails" kind of a childhood nickname that is only your family/close friends are allowed to use. (Though in some fics it's hard to take him seriously when he insists on going by "Miles". It's like he's trying too hard, haha.)

Personally I prefer it to stay as it is, my hc is that he made "Tails" his legal middle name (if he does indeed have legal documentation anywhere). It also helps to break up the "Miles Prower" pun which is perfect. (And makes him feel better about using his full name, ironically, through embracing the nickname)

[thinkhappythxughts]

https://www.tumblr.com/thinkhappythxughts/715679906573484032/tw-transphobia-the-terfs-trying-to-screen?source=share

hi there! sorry, this is sort of a weird ask — feel free to ignore.

i’m just a queer trans person who’s wanted to transition for years but my family is not really on board with it. i was really hoping to go to uni and transition there, and Edinburgh is one of the places I’ve been aiming to apply to. except… the city seems so transphobic?^ as someone who seems to have been there/knows a bit abt the uni, i was wondering if you wouldn’t mind talking about the city a little bit, in regards to this, if you would up to it? weirdly enough i do know lots of people who live there, i just don’t know them well enough to ask stuff like this dhjgfdjfb

hi there anon!

so firstly, full disclosure that I haven't lived in Edinburgh for about a year now, but my sister still does so I visit all the time. Generally, I think the city is a great place to live if you're trans, or queer in general. There's a great queer scene with clubs and sober spaces, Edinburgh pride is great, Portobello (Porty) pride is well worth a visit and only a bus from the city centre, Glasgow pride is also great if you can get the train across. Events like the terf screening are absolutely an outlier, stuff like that is gonna happen in big cities just due to numbers - it is the capital of Scotland after all. Occasionally there are random terf stickers on lampposts, but i've seen at least twice as many pro-trans stickers about. In regards to that screening, the number of people who turned out to protest far outnumbered the people actually there to see the stupid film, and the protest was supported by the uni's staff pride network (i know because my sister was there on their behalf as an organiser/first-aider hah)

on that note, i think edinburgh uni is also pretty good for trans stuff - I wasn't out as trans yet when i was at uni, but I had friends who were trans and they didn't seem to have any issues on the uni/admin side of things. The uni has a pretty good student pride society, and as i mentioned, there's a staff pride network, so there's a solid bunch of staff who would be in your corner if you did have any issues. The uni's student support in general is okay - the general standard for that stuff honestly isn't great in the UK, and I wouldn't say edinburgh's is amazing, but they did help me out a couple of times (with non-lgbt stuff).

you'll probably know more about me than the applications process for uni in regards to chosen name etc, and it depends if you're applying through UCAS (in the UK) or if you're abroad, so i'll leave you to more knowledgeable people on that. I would say that if you apply in your chosen name, any post you receive about applications will be in the name you apply with, so keep that in mind if the people you live with aren't supportive - terribly sorry that you're in that situation, by the way. It really does get better once you're away from them.

in regards to transition, if you're wanting to be referred to a GIC, you'll likely be referred to Chalmers centre, which seems to have a waiting time of about 2 years currently - that sounds like a lot but from what i can gather, that's quite a lot lower than most places in the UK (i'm in NE england and my nearest centre isn't even taking referrals because their waiting list is 6+years long 😭). Once you're registered with a GP you should be able to ask them about a referral and they can give you more info.

overall I think that Scotland is probably just a better place to live if you're trans in the UK - scottish parliament supported self-ID (i'm actually unsure if this has come into effect yet, need to do some googling) and if they weren't under the UK gov, they were going introduce legal third gender options too. The SNP and scottish parliamentary partiers absolutely have some outspoken transphobes, but they're much more of an outlier than in westminster, so generally i think the outlook for trans people is just way more positive in Scotland - I'm certainly planning to move back there as soon as the circumstances line up for me. It's pretty scary everywhere in the UK right now in terms of policy (and general attitude, to an extent) but yeah i think overall Edinburgh and Scotland in general are your best bet.

If you have any more questions or anything i'm happy to chat! Absolute best of luck to you, no matter where you end up, both with your transition and uni in general 💜

[gamesception]

Unlike the 'they don't read the playtest feedback' bit, the rumors/leaks here all track and I expect to be basically accurate. Thoughts below cut.

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Setting aside for a moment the issue of the OGL and the 3rd Party Publishing community and even the brewing legal battle between Hasbro/WotC and existing VTTs, and just looking at what all of this likely means for the upcoming new edition of D&D as a ttrpg and nothing else, things still kind of look bad.

Weekly digital releases as the primary vector for new game content, with phsyical books as collectors items, ensures that content glut will crush 6e as surely as it did 4e, while those who want to stick to physical rulebooks will have to pay out the nose for them - and if you miss the initial release you may not be able to pick up a supplement at all.

Negative impact on the game even for physical world player groups won't be limited to weekly content glut either, as the VTT focus will ensure that no 1st party rules or mechanics will be published for 6e that can't be fully implemented in the video game space, while WotC's moves to alienate the 3pp community will mean you won't have much in alternative content options for 6e to make up the difference. So you can say goodbye to esoteric, interesting rules and imaginative abilities that let you do things in D&D that just wouldn't be possible in a video game.

If you forget the tabletop roots and judge 6e as a live service online multiplayer game, then things look even worse. The WotC VTT will be unavoidably lacking compared to already established alternatives like Destiny or Genshin or Fortnight or League or WoW or Final Fantasy 14 or Guild Wars 2 - full featured video games - many of them free to play - capable of such modern marvels as real time combat, play sessions demanding less than four hours of your time, and underlying game math more complicated than a middle schooler can do in their head.

Basically, because they're making 'D&D the tabletop game the video game' instead of just a separate D&D video game, it still has to be at least theoretically playable /as/ a pen & paper tabletop game with no computers involved. As such, 6e will have all the constraints of both a video game and a tabletop game, leaving it unable to employ the unique potential of either medium. Even if they weren't also saddling it with weekly content glut, even if they hadn't made the entire player community angry going in, even if they weren't trying to carve out space in an already overcrowded 'live service' market - one where dozens of more promising and better funded offerings from more established publishers get mercilessly culled every year, even if 3rd party publishers and VTTs simply gave up the fight and quietly disappeared into that good night... even if 6e were facing none of the many other fatal roadblocks in its path, this alone would doom the entire 6e project to mediocrity and ultimately failure.

Maybe Hasbro could have turned the D&D brand into a major cash cow, but not by directly monetizing the tabletop game itself as though it were a mobile game. Rather, they needed to treat the ttrpg the way Disney treats Marvel comics or the way Nintendo and the Pokemon Corporation treat the actual main line pokemon video games - as IP farms to generate and test content that then gets spun out into a wider media and merchandising empire. Sadly they've already done enough damage to the brand that I'm not sure they could pull this off now if they wanted to.

6e, despite what I felt was a promising start in the first couple play test documents, pretty much cannot succeed at this point - not the way WotC's execs want it to, but not even as a just a stand alone game in spite of those execs, no matter how skilled and well intentioned the ground level developers are. The way I see it, we're headed towards an even more spectacular failure than 4e. Hopefully it will be quickly followed by a 7e walk back as dramatic as what we saw in 5e, and we can all start joking about odd numbered D&D editions being good and even numbered editions being trash fires.