#And “Wait I thought you were a trans guy for months?”

[mind-intheclouds342]

The perfect one - Trans Curly x Reader

Warning: Smutty!

To you, he was the best man you could have ever met, tall, blonde, with blue eyes, his beard tickled you every time you kissed him, his hands were big and perfect for holding your face, kind, compassionate, and you could keep naming many other qualities of his.

After so many failed relationships, you felt that you had finally met the right person for you. 

Maybe the only bad thing you could say about him was his job, which meant he was away too much, but in the last few months you were dating, there wasn't a day when you didn't receive a call from him and he would tell you how everything was going.

While you were waiting at the mall for their arrival to meet, someone had approached you. 

He looked familiar when you gave him a glance, until you realized he was a friend of Curly's, whom you had only seen in photographs. 

Jimmy: "Aren't you (Y/n)? Curly's girlfriend?"

"Um- yeah, it's me..." 

You nodded somewhat nervously at the man's sudden closeness. 

Jimmy: "Are you gay?"

"Excuse me?"

That question had caught you completely off guard. 

Jimmy: "Sure you are, otherwise you wouldn't be with Curly, right?" 

"I don't understand what you're talking about."

Jimmy: "You know, because he is a woman."

"Eh?"

Every word that came out of his mouth only made you feel more and more confused. 

Jimmy: "Didn't you know? He may look like a man and all, but he doesn't have what really makes a man."

"You know- I don't feel comfortable talking about this with you. I will kindly ask you to leave me alone and go away."

Jimmy: "Ugh, I'm just telling you the truth, you don't have to react that way."

He rolled his eyes. 

Jimmy: "You should be with a real man, I'm available if you're interested in that."

"No thanks, I would prefer to eat cockroaches."

You made an unpleasant grimace at that idea, but the thought of being much closer to that person for a longer time seemed even more disgusting to you. 

After rejecting him in a thousand different ways and having him insult you for rejecting him, he got tired enough to leave you alone. 

"What kind of friends does Curly have?"

You wondered, looking at the time on your phone, hoping he would arrive soon. 

And when you looked up from the screen, all you could see were yellow tulips in front of you. 

Curly: "Have you been waiting a long time for me?"

You melted at the sight of that beautiful smile he has, and the gesture of the flowers in a pot won your heart once again. 

"No, not at all, I arrived just a few minutes early."

You responded by greeting your boyfriend with a kiss on the lips, happy to see him again. 

Curly: "Great, shall we go to that new café you wanted to go to?"

"Of course~"

You clung to his arm and, attached to him, walked together until you reached that place.

You took a seat, leaving the flowers aside, and after glancing at the menu, you decided to place  your orders. 

Curly: "And? Have you thought about my proposal?"

"To go live with you?" You smiled, playing with the paper napkin on the table. "I don't know..." It's still a bit early~ we've only been dating for half a year"

Curly: "Mmm, but we've known each other for two years." 

"But it seems like you haven't told me everything~" 

Immediately, his calm demeanor changed to a more nervous one. 

Curly: "Hehehehe, what are you talking about?"

"I had the strangest conversation with your friend Jimmy, you told me he was a good guy, but damn, he's an idiot!" 

Curly: "Oh- um- and what did he say?"

"He started calling you less of a man and those things, he even called you a woman, I thought it was a bit exaggerated."

Curly: "Well... About that..."

"...Why would you hide something like this from me??"

Curly: "I didn't know how you were going to react... I like you a lot and I don't want to lose you..."

"Fool, it's not worth hiding those things, sooner or later they come to light, and it's better to say them beforehand." 

Both sighed and rested their heads in their hands. 

Curly: "You're going to leave me, aren't you? It's okay if you do it..."

"What?"

Curly: "At this point, this is where everyone leaves... For women, I was never a 'real man,' and for those who like women, I was never quite a woman, so... no one was satisfied with me after finding out that I am trans. " 

"I'm angry because you didn't tell me earlier. Not because you were born a woman"

Curly: "...Are you not going to leave me?"

"How could I leave the best man in the world?"

When he saw your smile and heard what you said, he couldn't help but feel a mix of pride and joy. 

At that moment, your drinks were brought to you, and you continued your conversation as if nothing had happened, talking about your jobs and friends, catching up after not having seen each other for a while.

You had decided to go to his house, you wanted to stay for dinner and sleep with him. 

"Was that you??" 

You said, surprised, looking at some photos from when he was a teenager, before testosterone. 

The two sitting on the couch in their living room. 

Curly: "Yeah... They always told me I looked very masculine, so I tried to look as feminine as possible so they wouldn't talk weird about me, but I think I just looked dumber." 

"You were so beautiful! You have always been handsome your whole life, it's unfair!"

You buried your face in his chest and hit him a couple of times softly, until you stopped and looked at him. 

Curly: "There's nothing left" he laughed lightly as if he could read what you were thinking. 

"Can I see?"

He blushed a little at your proposal, but he was quick to please you and take off his shirt. 

You attentively observed his scars, carefully touching them with the tips of your fingers. 

"I love them" 

Curly: "And i love yours," he smiled, seeing how focused you were on his chest. 

He became somewhat curious when you started looking at his face and chest repeatedly; he suspected you were up to something and confirmed it when you bit his chest out of nowhere. 

That was the greatest show of affection you could give him. 

"By the way! You need to work on your friendships. "

You told him when you stopped biting him, he was lying on the couch breathing heavily from how you had attacked him, his entire chest and neck marked with small bites and hickeys.

Curly: "Can we talk about that later?"

He said with a sigh and his cheeks red. 

"Of course" 

You smiled to climb on top of him and kiss his lips. 

You felt his hands resting on your thighs and then slowly sliding down to your butt to squeeze it. 

You let out a small sigh between your lips, causing him to pull away from you. 

Curly: "Are you sure about this?"

"More than sure" 

You confirmed it and let out a squeal when he grabbed you to carry you, getting up from the couch ready to take you to his room. 

When he laid you down on the bed, he immediately began kissing your neck and slipped his hands inside your shirt, trying to unfasten your bra. 

You felt his hands glide over your body to take off your shirt, momentarily parting from your neck to get rid of it and then placing a kiss back on your lips. 

He gave you a smile before turning to your breasts to start kissing them first, then licking them, and finally dedicating all his attention to your nipples, one in his mouth and the other being massaged by his left hand. 

He sucked, pressed with his lips, and moved his tongue in circles over one, while with the other he gently pulled and twisted, making them hard, causing you to arch your back while letting out small moans. 

Curly: "You sound so lovely..." 

"I didn't know you could be so eager..." 

You laughed a little until you saw him run his tongue between your breasts and then down to your stomach, leaving a kiss on it before he started to take off your pants.

"Hey! I'm not a rag doll!" 

You shook your legs to prevent him from completely removing the lower part of your clothes, it didn't bother you at all but you felt a bit lazy letting him do everything. 

You finished taking off your pants by yourself, left only in your underwear, sat on his bed, and smiled. 

"You have more clothes than I do."

Curly: "And if we leave that for another day? It doesn't bother me at all to please you today."

"Pants down"

You said it almost like an order, crossing your arms.

He sighed to start unbuttoning his pants, and as he lowered them, you saw that he was wearing boxers, but what caught your attention the most was the hair peeking out from the lower part of his stomach. 

"...Jungle?"

Curly: "Don't say it like that!"

"I see that the curtains match the rugs. "

Curly: "Don't keep on with that"

You let out a giggle and pushed him, making him fall back onto the bed. You rested your cheek on his thigh, playing with the edge of his boxers between your fingers, then slowly pulling them down to his knees. 

"Oh wow-" 

You just said that and Curly was already covering his face with his arms. 

You had never seen an erect clit in your life, but you didn't mind it at all, not to mention the amount of hair covering that area. 

You couldn't help but lean in and soon take it into your mouth to suck it, surprised when he suddenly lifted his hips and his legs trembled, perhaps you hadn't considered the sensitivity of that part. 

When you tried to pull away, his hands went to your head, pushing you against his pussy. 

Curly: "No, no, no, please don't stop"

And those words were enough for you to continue with the pleasure of that man, too immersed in his moans, not wanting to stop and even exploring a bit more by inserting two of your fingers inside him, giving him goosebumps. 

Curly: "Yesss, keep going like that- a little more- a little more and-!"

You could only drown your moan in his intimacy when his legs pushed you even more against him at the moment he reached his orgasm. 

Little by little, his trembling legs slid down your back, leaving you free, finally lifting your head with your cheeks red and your face all wet.. 

"Bleh"

You stuck out your tongue to get a hair off it, and both of you ended up looking at each other and then laughing for the same reason. 

Curly: "I think I got carried away-"

"Do you think so?" 

You murmured to lean over him and kiss his lips.

Curly: "Eew, you are soaked."

"Now you deal with it" 

They laughed as you planted kisses all over their face. 

Curly: "If you want to soak my face, do it like this"

He took your sides and pulled you up until your stomach was against his face, he started kissing you, tickling you, and making you sit on his chest.

"Hehehe what are you- oh my God-"

You let out a moan when he took your sides and ended up dragging you to his face, moving your panties aside with his teeth and inserting his tongue in an instant. 

You were definitely going to seriously consider moving in with him. 

[beatrixst0nehill]

Alice rubbed her belly, flaunting her pregnant form eagerly. "Soooo, this is very exciting. H-Hey guys, surprise! I'm pregnant.... My parents basically gave me an ultimatum. Either detransition or start pumping out kids. Like.... I was thinking of just detransing, like what trans girl doesn't pump her cock thinking of that??? But I chickened out and said I wanted to start breeding! Granted, I was bringing home a new guy or three.... or five.... basically every night. And my parents had to listen to me giggle and moan and get my fat, girly ass pounded for hours, all the while having to deal with the walls shaking and hearing their spoiled princess get spanked and smacked around. I think they really regret talking me into transitioning but it's too late now!

I actually received an already-pregnant womb. Allegedly I'm six months along but I've only had this womb for three months. The hospital got it out of some ditzy college girl who was testing experimental fuck machines. A student cranked it up when she was testing it on her ass and it scrambled her guts. Soooo, lucky me? Is this big for six months? I feel like it is. My doctors assured me everything is normal and it's becoming very common for trans girls to become breeders!

There is one teeny tiny problem. So, they gave me a choice when daddy brought me in to get my womb. Either they don't do anything and my belly just gets bigger and bigger with no birth canal until the hospital scoops me off the street to give me a C-section, or they give me a birth canal. I thought the first answer sounded a bit scary. Apparently it's pretty popular and really exciting for the girls to see how long they can last without getting dragged to the ER and having their kids scooped out. I asked for a birth canal. Ummm, let me just show you."

Alice removed her baggy skirt, lifting her cock with great heft, hanging down to her knees. She slapped it onto the table in front of her camera. It was even thicker than her upper arms, totally swollen, with a gorgeous head the size of her fist and the color of her lips, its urethra drooling precum. "Look at this!" Alice stroked her cock, reaching forward, slipping four fingers into it with ease. "Oh fuck, it feels so good! Look, I can fist my cock! I may or may not be encouraging guys to fuck it, too....... My balls are gigantic, too. How am I supposed to stay a girl with balls the size of grapefruits??? Ugh, I swear I must cum a gallon a day at least, it's unbearable how bad my erections get after only an hour or two without sex or masturbating. I'm told it's a similar level of horniness to most cis pregnant girls. Hurray, I guess?

I am also on very high doses of estrogen to keep my hormones in check, but still! My cock used to be like five inches, and my balls were like marbles. My doctor says they're almost finished growing but I'm not sure I believe him. Either way us trans girls with wombs are apparently kept pregnant by the state. I thought I'd have to go out and get fucked but nope! I have no choice. I'll be kept pregnant forever now, forced to push as many kids as possible out of my 'birthing shaft' as they call it. Since technically it's too big to actually fuck girls with. Doesn't stop them from trying. I get soooo many pregnant girls who excitedly approach me, feeling my belly, asking how far along I am, or to see how swollen my pussy looks, only to lift my dress or skirt and they gasp..... Then these girls take it as a challenge, trying to suck it, stroking it, bending over and begging me to 'try my hardest to ram it in their holes'. It's kinda fun getting so much attention from girls all of a sudden but it's exhausting, too. And I'm only six months? How do girls walk with such giant bellies???

Oh well, another four months or so until the big day. I'll definitely be filming it. Hopefully my cock can withstand pushing out so many kids. I can't wait to try! I feel like even at this side my poor cock might burst trying to do this but I promise to put on a good show either way! I love being pregnant, and hopefully this is the first of many more! ❤️"

[splinterclan]

I feel like a lot of people are forgetting that Whorlstar is the authority in this situation. And she is using that poorly.

When the situation got out of control, she made a choice without pausing to think it through or wait to cool off, didn’t ask Cedar more directly what he wanted and took Bess’ answer for him, did not consider how the kits would feel, and told two parents that they would keep their children from them blatantly “if you ever want to see your kits again,” which is flat out awful.

Yes, Bess is also acting poorly, but Whorl (and Moor) made the situation so much worse, and I feel like it is not being mentioned that much or just being brushed off as her being worried about the kits, when it feels like her choice was only made to hurt Cedar because she was upset in the moment.

Yeah but she never actually made it so Bess or Cedar couldn't see their kits- She's kinda like a CPS worker making sure the kits are in a safe environment while both parents retain visiting rights. At any time Bess could come and visit the kits in the clan. She's under no threat and was told explicitly she is allowed to do so, but she has chosen not to!

Plus Whorl knows the kits better than Bess does and knew they wouldn't want to leave the clan (which none of them do), so she worked off that knowledge. She should've heard Cedar out better, but she DID ask him what he thought and he allowed Bess to speak over him. Plus Whorl'd just found out he'd been lying and breaking rules for moons - she was hurt and lashed out a bit there. But I think her decisions are perfectly rational xD

Ofc you're allowed to feel however you want about any character though!!

No Cedar and Pansy were born a few weeks after Splinterclan was formed! Bess is around 2 months older than them, but if Splinterclan hadn't been formed they would've all been in the nursery together of a while ye

Very valid jsjsj I have characters I don't like no matter how many good qualities they have too sometimes you just Don't Like That Guy

I like all of them for various reasons, but probably Moorsnow, Dropletsplash, and Whorlstar! And Burnpaw has been a fav since I found out he's trans (I'm also transmasc so I was like same hat brother <3) They're all just like 2 points above everyone else though ;v;

Probably Burnpaw! He's pretty mature for his age and already responsible and a good influence. I think any of them could grow into a good leader though!

[cripplecharacters]

what are the top 5 things you'd like to see a disabled character do in a story?

Hey! This is a very vast question and a lot of it would depend on the character's actual disability - I have completely different wishlists for what I'd like to see intellectually disabled characters do versus what I'd like to see characters with facial differences do. Different stereotypes and tropes affect different groups of disabled people differently - to work with this fact, the below list will try to account for as large amount of disabled character as I can reasonably think of, but it won't have as much detail as you might want. If you have a specific kind of character in mind, feel free to send another ask.

Not in specific order:

Disabled characters being in love. Disabled x disabled, disabled x abled, disabled x very different kind of disabled, all these variants but including more than 2 characters (since I've yet to see a polyamorous disabled character), all of this.

And I mean in actual relationships, not the pitiful and devoid of actual chemistry thing that we usually get (think "really sad disabled man only becomes happy after an abled woman takes pity on him, but they never kiss or god forbid have sex because that's gross and the disableds surely don't do that anyway").

I want to see an interabled couple going through IVF because they want to have kids, a wife with hemiplegia getting to grow old and wrinkly with her autistic husband, a lesbian with Treacher Collins syndrome moving in with her chronically ill girlfriend after a month of knowing each other, DeafBlind men getting hands on each other in the bathroom of a shitty nightclub, a trans woman with autism asking out a trans man with Down syndrome via her AAC tablet, a neurotypical guy with an obvious crush on his classmate with cerebral palsy.

I want to actually see disabled people being shown as desirable partners, good parents and grandparents, potential crushes, going through some new feelings and going on both good and bad dates, from all walks of life, of all sexualities and genders. Just like abled people.

Disabled characters participating in their community. Especially severely and/or visibly disabled characters. This is obviously a concept as vague as it could possibly be, but a big problem with a lot of disabled characters is that they don't... do anything. Not in the sense that they aren't "active enough", but that they aren't really... characters. They're often reduced to a family member who's at home and maybe the abled character takes care of them sometimes, but that's seemingly all that happens; they have no interests, hobbies, agency, preferences, or an internal thought process. All they do is wait for an abled savior to do something to them, not even with them.

I want to see more disabled characters who have jobs (whether it's a "regular" job, a supported employment workplace, a creative job that maybe they can only do a few hours a week, or self-care as a full-time job kind of thing), participating in hobbies that are accessible and/or modified to their ability level, emailing or sending pigeon letters to their friends, trying out new stuff that they're interested in, having actual complex relationships with their caregivers. Anything to actually make them feel like characters that exist in their setting, not just cardboard cutouts that the author had no ideas for.

Disabled characters who are a part of real-world disability (and adjacent) culture. Obviously also a vast topic. Most disabled characters, regardless of setting, are completely separated from concepts that were made by disabled people for disabled people; usually the connection to disability is their actual medical condition and a sterile mobility aid. This is not incorrect or bad to represent since that describes a lot of people, but I'd like to simply see more variety.

I want to see disabled characters who do parasports, who are excited about tactile art, went to blind/Deaf/SPED schools, call themselves #a babe with a mobility aid, decorate their AAC device, learn about disabled history, experience Feelings when hearing that Neanderthals cared about their disabled children, go to disability-centric events or support groups to meet people similar to them.

Do all disabled people do these? Absolutely not, but I'd like for even 1% of fictional characters to represent those who do.

Yeah I just want more disabled characters doing sports. As in real-life sports that real-life disabled people do, apologies to all the fantasy swordfighting that's out there.

There are so many sports out there we can do, some are adapted, some have a sitting or wheelchair version, while others were made specifically for us. Team sports are such a good opportunity to have your character have a community of people like them, have interesting dynamics, yet the only anything I can think of that's about it is REAL by Takehiko Inoue (wheelchair basketball) and the art by @/gayaest / @/sproutwiki (sitting volleyball). Also some Paralympics documentaries that I can count on a single hand - there's like three of them.

I want to see characters who are starting out and really suck at their sport, ones who are decent, ones with ridiculous sports-anime-level over the top abilities. I want to see all kinds of sports done by all kinds of disabled characters; blind kids learning goalball with their blind parents, quadriplegic guys working their ass off to qualify for national murderball championships, folks using sticker-covered bright-pink ramps in their boccia games, people with POTS playing along with their abled partner on their wheelchair rugby league team, standing fencers becoming disabled and adapting to wheelchair fencing that they love just as much. More disabled people having fun, knowing other disabled people, having interests!

Also, parasports are just cool as fuck and interesting to both watch and read about.

Disabled characters getting to make bad decisions. Disability representation is often extremely black-and-white in terms of morality: the character is either an angel who always does the right thing and talks about being grateful a lot, or the character is comically evil, wanting revenge because of their disability, hating their disability, constantly in grief and anger since not a single mildly ok thing happened to them since they became disabled. Neither of these feel like real people.

Disabled characters should be able to say hurtful things, get mad, lie, and whatever else, without being demonized to hell for it the same way abled characters are. They should be allowed to consciously make a decision that they shouldn't take (also known as "dignity of risk" in context of disability). They should get the same consequences for mistakes as everyone else and need to have the opportunities to actually make them.

In a much shorter way: more complex disabled characters.

These are things that I'd enjoy seeing for disabled characters. But the main thing would probably be that I want more of them. The scope of disabled characters in media is so painfully narrow because there's so few of them + they're usually capped at one per series. More writing featuring multiple disabled people please.

Here is a list of wishes from other mods who wanted me to throw them here:

Disabled characters who act like the author did more than a 10 min google search about their disabilities. [So authors doing actual research.]

More disabled characters of color. A lot of time disabled characters are white because it's only acceptable for them to be one kind of marginalized. In real life that's not how it works. People of color are disabled too!

Characters with comorbidities, characters with physical and mental health and developmental symptoms. Disability doesn't just come with one cut and dry disorder all the time - you can even be diagnosed with some things and undiagnosed with others.

[A character can have 5 comorbidities, or 5 completely unrelated disabilities - both happen. Or, most frequently, a bit of both.]

Characters existing in all parts of their diagnostic journey. [So characters who are yet to be diagnosed, currently investigating their symptoms, ones recently diagnosed, and ones who had their diagnosis for their whole lives - and as mentioned previously, you can be on one stage with disability A, and on another with disability B.]

Characters whose whole life isn't just tragedy/struggle! See this a lot when a story with disabled character is just about how life is hard for them as disabled person. Would love disabled characters being leads in other genres and just existing as people. Not to say disability isn't a struggle, but there is more to life and person than disability.

mod Sasza

[befemininenow]

My coming out as a trans lesbian. (A message to my followers.)

Yes, everyone. I am "gay", or should I say, I'm a lesbian.

This may come as a shock to some of you since I would talk about "hot men" and even make captions about attracting hunks and whatnot. If you notice an absurd amount of those kind of captions surfacing this past week until now, that's because I was dealing with comphet, short for compulsive heterosexuality. In reality, I do not like men nor am I attracted to masculinity.

Why until now? One, it’s because I wanted to wait for the right time to come out and it was coincidentally on Lesbian Visibility Day. Two, it’s something I've been questioning ever since I found out I was trans. This didn’t happen in a day or two. It’s been years and I would have thought I was just pansexual. However, I was not sure whether I genuinely liked boys or if I just liked their validation. It turns out it's only the latter and I was questioning whether I was really gay or just gynosexual. I admit that getting positive reception from them turned me on and I could see the kindness and affection they displayed towards other women (something that really made me euphoric). But the moment you would place me next them for more, say, intimacy (I'm trying to keep it PG), I felt that spark turn off. Don't even get me started when they're bare or worse, send me D-picks (it's so nasty).

Now, I've never did any of that IRL. But, I've tried to interact with them through social sites. Not just in Tumblr, but in other sites like Grindr. If you ever think of creating a Grindr to meet, don't bother. It's hot garbage! All of them were chasers and not a single one was attractive. Only one "guy" seemed to be "cute"; it was a femboy, who was commencing their transition into a woman. Those were the only men I thought I was attracted to, but the reality is: I was only attracted to their femininity, but not their body or intimacy. Femboys are still men and I'm not attracted to men.

That got me questioning: Am I really only liking people for their femininity or do I genuinely only like girls? To make a long story short, I've never felt so much better than imagining myself being the lovely girl... of another girl! I always loved women as a guy, but now that I'm about to transition, being into women as a girl feels so right for me! No more comphet for me!

I know this is not the norm on these kind of blogs as the majority tend to be attracted to masculinity. However, I do want to say that even trans lesbians exist on the feminization scene. That leads me to tell all of you for the next update: You won't be seeing anymore new straight trans girl captions after the first few days of the next month. That's why you saw those kind of captions bombard my blog these past few days. It's just my way of saying "Let me just get it done with". I'm actually glad you enjoyed them, but I just don't feel any connection to those kind of captions anymore. I'll try to upload them when I can since I've been busier than usual.

Anyways, I'm happy you read this very long post. Even if you're not a lesbian, I hope this note at least gives you an insight on not keeping your true feelings locked any longer. Everyone deserves to be themselves. You should too.

Sincerely, Nikki.

[harmless-variety-of-garden-snake]

Tommy's introduced as a bigot in season 2 and often shown taking initiative in starting the bullying of Hen and Chim vs. waiting for Gerrard to do something and just not standing up for them. There's even a scene in "Chimney Begins" where no one else is even in the room to overhear and Tommy still chooses to be nasty to Chimney instead of a bare minimum of civil. Even after the "resolution" of the episode and his 'apology' (not for racism, but for making Chim prove himself at work), he's still shown to have spent years not learning his lesson, becuase he goes back to the same behaviors with Hen and Chimnney even mentions that "the Asian guy" still isn't invited out by the team for drinks or BBQ.

Then when it's "addressed" in season 7, we see remarkably little growth from Tommy, where he's blaming "the environment" and Gerrard for his choices and actions as a grown man. And in season 8, we get a healthy dose of misogyny in ageism with how he speaks of Abby, while casually acknowledging he also screwed up her life.

It's not just that he was afraid to stand up against bigotry in the face of an evil boss. He could've taken Eli's route, and just be silent. But no, Tommy is someone who chose to actively participate in workplace bigotry and bullying, and then almost 20 years removed, shrugs it off as everyone else's fault.

let’s not forget his very recent comments about Abby that were reeking of misogyny. Talking about her dating some “himbo” younger than her (as if he wasn’t actively doing the same thing) and admitting he was lying the whole relationship (not just about his sexuality).

Word for word that man said, “Heard she went a little nuts after that” as if her entire world wasn’t flipped upside down with her engagement ending and having to take care of her sick mother. The only tiny bit of understanding he showed was him saying she deserved better, which duh. 

One time when I was five I put a bead in my nose and it went all the way up to the bridge and I had to push down on it from the top until I could get it out because I was scared it would go to my brain and kill me.

That has nothing to do with any of what you said, but I just thought I'd put that out there because you're doing some dumb shit and I wanted you to know we've all done dumb shit. This is a safe space.

Anyway, I don't think you've ever been a closeted queer person who's said and done some at times questionable or outright fucked up things to keep yourself safe from scrutiny.* I grew up seeing people like me getting murdered and heard people explain why it would've been avoidable if they hadn't been so obvious or if they'd just chosen to be normal. I also grew up with a lot of bullies who were only bullying me because it put them in the protected group. It kept them from having people look at whether or not they were actually a good target for bullying. I'm actually friends with a couple of those people now. Not close, but we're cordial and we'll talk when we bump into each other at the store. That has more to do with us being in our thirties and living our own lives. There's a couple who had no excuse whatsoever other than being actual homophobes, I don't talk to them.

I dated in high school, I was engaged but I was 18 so I don't know how much that counts, but then I came out when I was in my early twenties. I knew I wasn't actually interested the entire time I was with those people, either. At first I just thought the relationship wasn't right for me, then I started to realize what was actually going on. I still dated, I still asked someone to marry me because I thought I could be happy with them. I did love and care about them, just not the way you should if you're going to marry them. I also didn't tell anyone I was non-binary until two months ago, even though I figured it out about fifteen years ago. A trans person hiding their identity to protect themselves from danger or rejection is nothing new, but it's kind of a shitty feeling to know you've been lying to every ex you've ever had about something like that. I don't like that feeling, and it's going to take a while for me to shake that. I don't know that I ever will.

So all of that is to say that a character like Tommy is actually kind of important to those of us who also weren't perfect at being queer, especially those of us who grew up during a specific time. I was actually pleasantly surprised that a basic network show would have someone like that, but times they are a-changing. So onto your last point:

Abby Clark is played by a now 57 year old Connie Britton (drop the skincare routine, girl), Lou Ferrigno Jr is 40, and Oliver Stark is 33. When you're an actual grown person, a seven or eight year age difference is kind of nothing. One of you might be a little more ready for things like kids or marriage, but that's not a guarantee. But hearing that your ex started dating a 26 year old when she's about 50, whether or not he knows that she actually pulled Buck's info in a very questionable way (I love that no one going after Tommy ever seems to care about the massive ethical breach from Abby), is kind of...wild. And he presumably heard about this from a mutual friend of some kind, who likely gave him this information colored by their own perception of the situation. This is where critical thinking skills become important. Based on context clues, I can safely guess that Tommy asked someone how Abby was doing or ran into someone who knows her, too, and they said "Hey, did you hear about Abby's new guy?" Otherwise he would've said "I saw that she was dating...." or "She told me she was dating..." So this could've been secondhand bitchiness, it could've been that her behavior was being framed as extremely not okay by someone they knew. We'll never know, the show doesn't have the strongest writing all the time. I'm not touching the thing about her mother, because a very close family member of mine has Alzheimer's, a good friend just lost a parent to it, and I do not want to examine the behavior of a person who's dealing with that or that of the people in their lives.

Could he have said "But I get it, she would've been going through a lot because of her mom and then our breakup"? Yeah. Would it have been nice if they wrote any scenes between Tommy, Hen, and Chimney that bridged the gap between when they weren't close and when they actually celebrated him and his accomplishments when he left the 118 to show why he would be someone Chimney would call on in two major emergencies? Yeah. I think I would've liked to see them talk things out onscreen and to show any apologies. Mostly because it would keep people from dropping an essay in my ask box when I feel like my sinuses and temples are filled with hot needles. I don't actually need to see it other than liking the three of them together, because I figured that they would've shown some hesitation before Chimney would reach out to him or he would've pulled Buck aside to warn him to be careful with Tommy. Or Hen and Karen wouldn't have been so thrilled when they realized what had gone down before Buck and Tommy came into the hospital room. There's a lot of stuff they don't show on this show, but they'd at least make a point to do or not do certain things if a character hated or disliked a character.

*I believe a certain dispatcher even did a whole big speech about this on the very show you apparently watch. I didn't like the Glee part, because I don't like Glee after season one. But the rest of it was good.

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Jason Dean dating someone who's transmasc

Warnings: brief mentions of transphobia, canon typical stuff such as bullying, swearing, violence, murder, etc, slight suggestive things but nothing that's full on smut (I might make another post with that later), smoking (because we all know our boy JD smokes like a chimney), mentions of dysphoria, mentions of menstrual cycles/periods, some forcemascing by JD (sorry I couldn't resist)

A/N: I did a Veronica version of this like two years ago and since I'm currently obsessed with JD (and it's pride month) I felt the urge to write one for him too (also because I've come to the conclusion that I might just be transmasc and not genderfluid so this is mostly just written for me)

I wanna start off by saying that yes JD is an asshole, but he'd never be (intentionally) transphobic. However, if he thought you were trans then he would push your buttons a little bit to see how long it would take you to admit it, especially if you met before you came out

Let's say you two started dating when you still saw yourself as a girl or something (I know that JD's supposed to be "straight" or whatever but he's bisexual to me okay fight me on it). If he saw you acting a little uncomfortable being referred to as his girlfriend or having to use the women's restroom at school he would 100% call you out on it

Not in a degrading way or anything like that, just to see how you would react to it. The second you start to get defensive or give him the silent treatment he shuts up, not only because he accomplished what he set out to do but also because he feels a little bad

Eventually you just decide to rip off the bandaid and come to terms with the fact that you're actually a trans guy, him being one of the first people you tell. His only real response to this "startling revelation" is to look at you and go "Yeah I kind of figured that one out for myself already, I was just waiting for you to"

Your worries that he'd want to break up with you after telling him disappeared almost immediately as you crossed your arms and rolled your eyes at him. "Ha ha, very funny smartass"

If you decide you want to cut your hair shorter then he will absolutely offer to help you with it, insisting that there's no reason for you to go to a professional with him there (it's totally not just because he's very possessive and would never let anyone else touch your hair other than him, that's crazy)

You may have wore his clothes some before, but he practically begs you to do it after you come out. Why would you ever need to go shopping when you can just raid his closet, y'know? Plus seeing you in them really turns him on

He gets ten times more protective afterwards too, constantly following you around to make sure you're okay. You could have classes that take place at the same time on opposite sides of the school and he'll always skip his to join you. Eventually the teachers just move his class schedule around to match with yours since he never attends his anyway

Always has an arm wrapped around you no matter what, especially if he sees someone like Kurt and Ram passing by. It's best to distract him with kisses or something so he won't hear the things they call you and get mad (he hears them anyway but can't resist making out with you so he lets it slide for the time being)

Speaking of making out, he does it with you everywhere and all the time, whether it's a modern au or the 80s. He's not worried about what people say or do, usually letting his gun do all the talking. He shoots them is what I'm trying to get at here lol

Most people are much too scared to even breath too loud near you because of your attack dog boyfriend but if it ever does happen that you get bullied (whether that be verbally or physically) he will go out of his way to make sure the local morgues, cemeteries, and funeral homes have plenty of business

Feeling anxious or stressed about having to spend time with/be around someone who misgenders/deadnames you? Just let him tag along. He might not say much but what he will do is very passive-aggressively correct said person on their "mistakes". It pretty much always works as no one wants to argue with a guy who frequently carries a gun

It's not the best habit around but he probably gets you hooked on smoking at least occasionally, especially if he hears you complain about your voice being too high. Oh, you're worried that you sound too feminine and "girly"? He has the perfect way to get you that low and gravelly voice that you want! You think he's talking about voice training or something until he hands you a pack of cigarettes and with the most serious expression ever says "these will do wonders"

Even if you don't smoke religiously like he does it's kind of hard to resist it completely given how often he lights up a cigarette (and yes, he will blow smoke into your face, because while he loves you he's also an asshole and thinks it's funny when you wrinkle up your nose in disgust at him)

He's not the best at comforting you when it comes to days where you feel dysphoric. Like, he won't flat out say that he thinks you're acting ridiculous because he knows it would only make things worse, but he's also not great when dealing with emotions, so the most he might do is let you cling to him while he gives you a few awkward pats on the back

If this goes on for days borderlining on weeks, however, that's when he'll start to act less sensitive and give you a bit of tough love. "What are you talking about saying that you 'don't look like a guy'? Are you crazy? You really think life would be better if you were still living as a girl? Do you honestly think that would make you happy?"

It surprisingly works, believe it or not. Even if you know he's purposely trying to rile you up it ends up making you feel better and more confident in yourself. Anytime he notices you starting to slip back into feelings of self doubt or insecurity, he just wraps you up in his arms and whispers soft encouragements in your ear. "You were never a girl, you just need to work a little bit harder than others to grow into the man that you are. If anything, that's a testament to your strength for being able to do that"

This certainly happens whenever you're on your period and feel grouchier or less confident than usual. "You're so strong for being able to endure this every month, did you know that? You're much braver than I am, I doubt I'd be able to get through it as well as you"

Sometimes you almost start crying because of how emotional his words make you feel, and sometimes you roll your eyes with annoyance while muttering "you're a condescending asshole" under your breath. Either way it ends up making you feel better, especially when he offers to rub your lower abdomen when your cramps get too bad

If you decide to start HRT then he wants to be there to help you take the shots, even if you insist you can do it yourself (he likes being part of the process of helping you "turn into" a man). Same thing if you use T gel or whatnot, he gets really pouty if you ever apply it without him

He's not really the best person to do "guy bonding" activities with unless you like making pipe bombs or planning the murders of people you hate (hypothetically speaking, of course) but if there's anything like that you want to try out then he'll definitely be there to support you. Like I don't know, hunting/fishing? Or watching sports games while drinking beer? Or breaking out the toolbox and fixing things around the house? Sorry I don't really know things that guys do despite being one myself 😭

The only exception to that is probably car maintenance. I see him as being very protective over his motorcycle and learning how to take care of it himself so he doesn't have to worry about taking it to the shop and having them screw it up. He'd be happy to teach you about how to change your own oil and might even teach you how to ride it as long as you don't accidentally scratch up his paint job. He might not kill you for it, but he will be very upset and end up ignoring you for a few hours afterwards

Purposely introduces/refers to you as his boyfriend in front of others just to see your face light up with confidence. It's not like JD has a lot of friends or anything but anyone that he does know feels as if they've met you already because of how he much he talks about you (he's totally that one annoying person you know who never shuts up about their partner ever)

All in all, I'd say he's a relatively good boyfriend in general, but especially if you're transmasc. Solid 8/10 (one point was deducted for his slight insensitivity and another was due to his crazy streak. Sorry JD I promise I still love you </3)

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I Need Top Surgery, and I Need Your Help

Not my usual programming but, still relevant. And hey if you help and donate I can post lots of hot post-op pics for you guys wearing cool harnesses and lingerie~

But on a serious note, this is about to be heavy sorry about that, but I'm not sure how much longer I can go on living in this body. I was able to get a trusted family friend to make this for me, though it's hard to burden others with this I am only doing so because I have exhausted all other options.

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What's below are the details of the go fund me that are written on the site.

Hi my name is Silver, I also go by Percy in some corners of the internet. I am a disabled trans guy that has been out for nearly 10 years now. The first thing I knew for sure that I needed was top surgery but the barriers for that are large and numerous. I am Canadian, so some procedures are covered, though the waiting lists are years long. The other issue is unlike the US, the types of top surgery here are limited.

The type of top surgery I would be getting is called Button Hole, and the surgeon that I'll be getting it from is the woman that developed the procedure in the first place, Dr. Hope Sherie. The surgeons in my country that I spoke to said my body type did not qualify for that type of surgery, though I had already spoken with Dr. Hope Sherie about what the qualifications were for her procedure and knew that what I had been told by the surgeons in my country was not entirely true. My conclusion from the information I gathered was that the surgeons in my country do not have the experience necessary to do this procedure on my body type.

I did apply to see if I could get my top surgery covered outside of my country on the basis of being told that local surgeons could not do the procedure, but ones outside of my country can. However I was denied as my government considers it unnecessary for me to leave the country for surgery since they offer it here, even though it's not the same procedure. The government dose not see a difference between the types of top surgery though there are very much wide differences otherwise why would different procedures exist at all?

Why do you want Button Hole in particular?

The options for types of top surgery procedures that exist for mid-sized people are smaller in number than the options available to people that are smaller in size. Button Hole is on of the only procedure that exists for mid-sized people where your nerves to your nipples are not severed during the surgery like with nipple grafts, therefor allowing for retention of sensation of the nipple and areola. Like with any top surgery, things may not go perfectly and I may still not be able to retain as much sensation as I'm hoping, but this is going to be my body for the rest of my life, and I have been desperately wanting this surgery for 10 years. I have thought about and researched all my options and have known for so long now that this one was right for me.

Why now?

I was hoping I could get it covered through my government, but this process has been going on for 4 years only to end up empty handed. With being disabled I also have very little income, the small amount that I do make barely covers my medication and food every month and I often find my self pulling from my dwindling savings just to cover those expenses. I have survived these past 10 years despite the daily struggle that is the in-congruence with my body and identity. Being disabled on top of being trans, rendering me in a position of not being able to work very much means that felling trapped has been something I've had to battle constantly.

Things with my family, as I live with them since I cannot afford to live anywhere else, got particularly bad last year. (Content Warning for talk of suicide) Being disabled, I qualify for assisted suicide, which is easier for me to access than any kind of financial aid. I was considering that as my only option forward at the time feeling like there were no other better options for me. Things have gotten better at home since then, so I am trying to live, this is me trying to live.

Why this amount?

I was given the quote of 13,550$ USD for my surgery. The exchange rate, which is even worse now that it was of CAD to USD turns this already steep price even steeper by a large margin. I do not expect to get this very large sum entirely covered but every bit helps immensely with a price tag this high on my life.

What will the funds cover if you reach the goal?

Just the surgery, I am going to be paying for the flight with some of my limited savings. I am also going to be housed by a friend that lives in the state while I'm recovering so my lodging fees will be reduced drastically with that. I do not feel comfortable asking for anything more than this as I feel I am already asking for so much. This is truly my absolute last resort, I did not want to burden anyone with this if I could figure out any other way. I have now exhausted all my options though.

Who is running the fundraiser?

I am doing this with the help of a trusted family friend as having your identity spread around online as a trans person is a very scary thing. Things are difficult enough as it is for me, doxing my self would not help with that.

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The Timeline Of Coming Out | Carlos Sainz X Trans!Reader

ʚɞ featuring: Carlos Sainz

ʚɞ You come out as transgender to your boyfriend and navigate your transition together

ʚɞ This is part one

ʚɞ notes: this will probably be very long and in two parts. I'm deciding not to do bottom surgery in this because 1, im not educated enough (despite being a trans guy) and 2, its much less common then top surgery. This is going to be very heavy on the affects of being transgender, highs and lows. That includes lows of depression, considerations of self harm and suicidal ideation, transphobia, but also highs like transiton accomplishments.

ʚɞ It is impossible for me to put trigger warnings on everything in this so it is a heavy read at your own risk. If you are easily triggered whether dysphoria, mental health or both, I suggest skipping this one <3

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You had been an anxious mess all day waiting for Carlos to get back from his bike ride. You had intended to wait, find the perfect moment and then tell him. But you'd been sitting on the conclusion for three months now and that perfect moment never came. When would the perfect moment even be to tell the man who fell in love with you as a woman that you were actually a man?

You were sat on the sofa, leg bouncing. You'd checked Carlos' location about six times in the last five minutes. On the way home, only about ten minutes away, but those ten minutes were starting to feel like an hour. You had a strong feeling this could be it. The end of the relationship you had with him. Carlos strongly supported the LGBT community, you knew that. And you had a strange suspicion he wasnt as straight as it seemed. It was never brought up because it was never important. Never had the need to be brought up. But if you were in his shoes, dating what you were believed to be a cis woman who'd come out as trans, you had to wonder would he rather just take a cis guy?

You checked his location a further three times in the remaining four minutes and just as you'd went to check the location a fourth, he walked in as if on cue, carrying in a dirty bike and left it in the hallway to be cleaned after his shower. "Mi amor? I'm back!" his voice echoed around the house, rounding the corner and spotting the back of your head where you sat on the sofa. "There you are. I'm going to head for a shower. Cuddle afterwards?" He suggested as he walked up to you from behind, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and pressed a kiss to your head with a smile. He paused when he realised he didnt get a response, concern growing as he looked back down at you. "Baby?"

Your leg continued to bounce, picking at the skin around fake nails you'd worn in a desperate attempt to feel more feminine. Shut the side of you down that screamed it was all wrong. You were a guy. But it had been useless. You didnt realise how the pad of your thumb presed on the end of one of the nails until it snapped off. How poetic?

"Baby? Hey.. What is it? Somethings wrong, what is it?"

Now or never y/n. "Do.. You think the shower could wait? I need to speak to you about something." Get it over with now.. Before you chickened out again.

Without a second thought, Carlos made his way around to the front of the sofa. He drug the coffee table closer, sitting on it with your legs inbetween his own and took your hands after taking the helmate off. "Have I done something to upset you?" Oh those eyes.. Big brown doe eyes. Eyes that could get him out of any trouble when it came to you.

"No.. No its not." You sighed softly, pulling one hand from Carlos' and rubbed your face with it. "It's me.."

"Did you break something? My love I don't care about any of that, only if youre hurt-"

"No- Carlos I didn't break anything.." more like trying to fix? Build something? "I.. I've been feeling off the past few months-"

"You're pregnant?"

"No! God no! I mean. Not- not right now. Not yet at least. Maybe in the future but not right now just- please. Give me a minute to think." You'd had this whole thing planned out in your head. Exactly how you wanted to tell him down to every tiny detail. But now he was sat in front of you? You couldn't find that damn script. Burried under tidlewaves of anxiety. Swept away like debris in a tsunami.

You peeled off a piece of dry skin from your lip using your teeth, licked your lips, swallowed thickly and took a shaky but deep breath. "Something's not added up with me. Hasn't for a while but I think I figured out what it was a few months ago. Tried to ignore it, tried to change it but.. Thats not possible- Carlos I'm transgender." You decided to just rip it off when you'd realised you were beginning to ramble. Keeping your eyes fixed to the floor, scared to look up.

Trans? You hadn't shown any signs.. No. That was a lie. He'd walked past the bathroom plenty of times, door half open, checking yourself side on in the mirror. He'd thought it was some eating disorder at first.. Concern was there but your habits hadn't changed. There was no sneaking off to the bathroom, there was no visible guilt, there was no weight loss or gain. He hadn't wanted to bring it up without proof. Scared that if it was that, he'd scare you off and you'd made more of an effort to hide it. There had even been a few times where hed spotted you tie your hair in a bun and hide it with the hood of his hoodie before angrily taking it back down. Looking back, it just seemed like you couldnt get the bun to sit right. Now? It seemed like you were scolding yourself for even toying with the idea of masculinity. And checking yourself in the mirror? Checking your chest. God how could be be so stupid?

You could hear the clock ticking away seconds, once background noise now the only sound in the room. After you'd counted fifteen or so ticks, you looked to the man in front of you, still holding your hand but silent. Shocked. You, of course, began to take that as a bad reaction. "I.." you hung your head as you stood. "I'll go stay at a friends place. Pick up my stuff when I've gotten my own spot." You muttered.

That seemed to snap Carlos out of his thoughts.

"No- no baby wait." He jumped to his feet as you began to make your way upstairs to back a bag. Hand moving to grasp your own again. Not enough to hurt, but enough that it would take some force to get loose. Instictively, you snapped your head to face him, anxiety still at an alltime high. "It's fine- it doesn't change a thing with us." He paused. Well, it did. He had a boyfriend, not a girlfriend. Maybe not the best choice of words but he hoped it came across as intended.

"Just.. let me take a shower. Okay? You order your favourite, I'll get a shower, and we'll talk about it all over food." His eyes never left your face. "Just.. Don't leave. We can talk about all of this but I stiil want you. Whatever you look like."

You watched him for a moment, swallowing back tears. You let him finish his sentence, opening your mouth and closing it repeatedly at first. Unable to trust your own voice. But he waited. Of course he did. "You're sure you want.. Me?" you eventually spoke, barely above a whisper.

"Of course." Carlos responded without any hesitation. "I want you. Only you." He pulled you closer gently with your hand, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "I'd give you a hug.. But I stink of sweat." He chuckled softly. "Go get comfy in bed and order that food. I'll join you in fifteen."

Fifteen turned into thirty. Carlos stood against the counter as he waited for his shower to heat up. Scrolling reddit forums and informational blogs about what transgender was exactly. He knew the very basics. Someone who didn't align with their sex at birth. In your case, that would be female. That was simple enough. But the more detailed stuff he didnt quite understand. Scrolling through blogs about dysphoria, about how it can affect mental states, about things that could eleveate it. Discovering what a binder was, the different ways to take testosterone if that was something you ultimately wanted, top surgery, the different types and the costs, learnt what a deadname was, how to change names and gender markers, he even came across a reddit post about someone looking for masculine haircuts with photos of other peoples in the comments. He saved that tab in his web browser just incase you needed some ideas.

About forty minutes after you got into bed, Carlos came out with damp hair and in boxers. You, still in his hoodie and joggers you'd picked out in the morning. Although there was now an absense of fake nails. The TV was on, Brooklyn Nine-Nine playing, but you hadn't exactly been paying attention. Your eyes followed him as he made his way to your shared dresser, tugging out a random tank top from a half open drawer and pulled it on. Hugging his body tight. Note to self - don't ever wear that tank top

You then followed him as he pulled back the covers on his side of the bed, slipping under them and pulled them up to his hip. "C'mere my love.." he mumbled, holding an arm out for you to slip under. Reluctantly, you done just that. Despite his earlier reassurances, you still had this nagging thought that he'd leave. Realise what he was getting into, how much it would cost, how it would affect his reputation and he'd break off your relationship.

Carlos on the other hand, was set firm on his decision. It didnt change how he loved you. If you could love him, deal with the stress of his racing career that came with it, then he could love you and support you though the stress your transition was bound to hold on you. He didn't care how much it cost, there was no cost that was too expensive if it would make you happy, comfortable. He didn't care that there would be hard days, hard weeks, he'd support you though them so you'd see the other side. "Okay.. So where do you want to start with this?" he asked as he settled an arm around you, resting his hand on the small of your back and slipping under the hoodie. Rubbing small cirlces on the base of your spine

Where did you want to start with this? There was so much to discuss could you get through it all in one conversation? "I.. My name I guess?" You questioned, glancing up to him breifly before looking to the TV. Still not paying attention to whatever Jake was up to. "I was thinking maybe y/n? It might change but that's the one I think fits me best right now."

"Then y/n it is.." He murmered into your hair, pressing a kiss to your head firmly in an act of reassurance. "I done some reading while waiting for my shower to warm up.."

"So that's what took you so long?" You questioned, partially in a teasing manner, partly from disbelief that he'd actually researched it.

Carlos chuckled softly, deep with a rumble to his chest. "Yes, mi amor. That's what took me so long.." The conversation fell into silence for a moment, both waiting for the other to continue it. Eventually, Carlos continued to speak. "I learned about.. dys.. Dysphoria?" He looked down to you, checking to see if he'd said it right. Watching you nod against his chest.

"There's a lot of different kinds? I dont know if thats right but.. one that was talked about a lot was chest dysphoria. I spotted you looking to yourself in the mirror a few times over the last few months. Was that.. That?"

"Yeah.." you whispered, shame suddenly washing over you. It sounded so pathetic to you. Upset about a pair of tits.

"What.. Does it feel like?" He asked, clearly trying to not sound insensitive.

You paused for a moment. Thinking of a way to word it so the other would understand. "Some days are better than others. Some days I forget I have them, usually lazy days spent in bed. Other days I want to claw them off. I look at the knives in the kitchen and just.. Imagine what it would be like to hack them off. It's like.. They're there. Against my will, they're mine, but not mine."

"Is that something you're scared you'd do? Hurt yourself?"

Again, you paused. A therapy session wasn't on your cards for the day. Opening doors you hadn't put much thought into.

"It crossed my mind a few times. Not like.. I was going to do it. I hear stories of how it brings relief and i wonder if its true. But then I hear that it becomes more of an addiction then anything and I decide against doing it."

Carlos frowned softly, hold tightening around you. "Do I need to hide anything?"

"No." You answered immediately. "I don't think it's something I'll actually end up doing."

"But you'll tell me if it gets to that stage?"

"... Yes." You decided, leaning more into him and wrapped an arm around his waist.

Carlos didn't miss the hesitation in your voice. But decided to trust you. "Okay.. I also read that there were binders. Is that something you might be interested in?"

You nodded, reluctantly and small, but there. You felt so stupid for hesitating. This was your life now. But still, even then part of you hated yourself for letting it be.

"I also read that they can be quite dangerous. But I'll have a look for some shops that do better quality one's and we'll get you measured. Does that sound good?"

"Yeah.." you whispered quietly, pushing your face into Carlos' chest. "But.. You dont have to do all this. You don't even have to be with me if you don't want to."

"Well its a good thing I want to, huh?"

ʚɞ Okay so i know spanish bake-off would be first but I didn't realise how long this one is going to be and I wanted a head start to it

[strawberrysodaslut]

idk if you can do this but can you do a poly!marauders x gn!reader, and the boys’ reactions when yn wears a binder one day.

i'm not trans nor have i ever worn a binder, so i hope this is an accurate portrayal!! feel free to correct me on anything i've messed up.

Getting a binder was a long time coming. After months of research, hesitations and all the time spent waiting, going to the store and getting one, you never thought wearing something to bind would make you feel so damn free. Finally, understanding what people meant when you heard about gender euphoria.

You hadn’t told the boys about your latest purchase. In fact, you hadn’t brought up the concept to them. Not that they hadn’t been supportive of you, they really were. In a world of magic, pronouns were something that hardly needed grasping, and they would correct anyone who messed up politely, sending you a soft smile as they did. But- you couldn’t help but be anxious about them finding out. What if this was too much? What if they get freaked out?

So, you kept your binder to yourself.

At first, you didn’t think they had noticed. You wore looser clothes or sports bras earlier, so it probably wasn’t as big of a difference to others. It wasn’t until dinner that night where you noticed Sirius staring at you from across the table.

“What?” You said, chomping down on a bread roll to hide the way self conciousness ebbed in your chest.

Sirius squinted his eyes, looking like James when he tries to read without his glasses. “You look different.” He says. “Did you do something to your face?”

James laughs from next to you. “Did they do something to their face? What kind of question is that, Padfoot?”

“Well, I don’t know!” Sirius exclaims, “Admit it though Prongs, something about them is different!”

You find it hard to not instinctively crawl under the table to hide. So you curl in on yourself, pressing your chin to your chest to calm the heat across your cheeks. As if he can sense your anxiety, Remus places his hand on your shoulder.

“Guys stop.” He says, light concern lacing his voice, but he’s clearly trying to hide it. “Obviously they’re just relaxed now that the holidays are coming, isn’t that right?” He says to you, giving you a slight smirk and raise of his eyebrows that only happen during his most devious pranks. ‘go with this’, he silently urges you.

You smile, nodding your head. “Yeah, I’m glad classes are almost over.”

“Well,” Sirius starts, “We should have holidays more often then. Haven’t seen you this confident in- I don’t even know.”

“I’ll start the petition!” James pipes.

You smile, glad to be supported by your boys, but still relieved that your secret remains yours.

Little did you know later that night, the boys had a plan to throw a movie night with you in the common room. So at nighttime, when you had changed out of your binder so you wouldn’t sleep in it, James surprised you by barging into your room.

“Oi! It’s movie time- oh sorry.” James said, cutting himself off to cover his eyes as you put on your sweatshirt.

Remus followed him, quickly closing his eyes and turning around when he saw you, “Jeez Prongs! They’re changing!” He scolded.

“I know! That’s why I’m…” He trails off, gesturing to the hand that’s covering his eye- going completely unnoticed to Remus with his eyes shut tight.

You shake your head, a soft giggle escaping from your lips. God, they’re dramatic. “It’s okay guys, don’t stress.” You throw your sweatshirt over your head. “Nothing you haven’t seen before.”

James makes a soft grunt, before removing the hand from his eyes and taking you in. “Well, sorry again.” He says. His eyes slowly drift behind you to something on your bed, and tilts his head. “Hey what’s that?”

You almost jump, turning behind you to see your binder laid out on your bed, ready to be put away. You shudder a deep breath before trying your best to gesture nonchalantly. “It’s uh-” It’s hard not to cringe at how your voice trembles. Okay, nonchalant isn’t working. So you instead opt to be candid. “It’s my binder.”

James looks between you and the binder, his brows furrowed. “Binder…?” He questions before his eyes go wide. He paces towards you in a frenzy. “You’re not binding your magic, are you? Listen, you shoul-”

A giggle almost slips out again as you interrupt him before he explodes, “No Prongs! It’s for my chest. It binds my chest.”

Despite the reassurance that no, you were not binding your magic, James doesn’t look any less confused. If anything, he looked even more. “Why would you want to bind your chest?” He asks, his brows furrowing as he makes his way from you to the binder.

Candid, you remind yourself. You’re being candid. “So it would be flatter.” You say.

A beat passes before James replies, still looking down at the material.

“Oh.” “Oh?” You ask. Your heart thumping in your chest with anticipation.

He makes a small squeak as he turns back to you, “I-I just didn’t realise that was something you worried about.” He says, his voice sympathetic but laced with concern. “It’s not…” He pauses, “Is this where we’re supposed to say something to make you feel better? Because you don’t have to do that for other people you know...”

“No, I get that.” You say, a small smile making its way to your face. “This isn’t for other people, it’s for me. I’m more comfortable with myself when I wear it.” You gesture to the binder, as if it hasn’t been the subject of the past couple of minutes.

With that, James’ whole demeanour changes. The tension in his body disappears as he smiles wide. “Well then, we’re thrilled for you. Aren’t we moony?” He says, nudging Remus who has just been staring at you since the conversation started.

As if he has just awoken from a nap, Remus startles to attention. “Oh- uh yes! I’m supportive of whatever you choose as long as you're happy.” Remus replies, smiling at you before chuckling “Sorry it’s just- I knew that’s what was different.”

“You staring at their chest are you?” James teases Remus. “Perv.”

“No! I-” He exclaims, a red tint painting his face.

You smile at him, about to reassure the boy, when a crashing sound comes from downstairs before a yell echoes through the hallway. Remus mutters a small ‘fuck’s sake’ as the cause of the noise comes bounding towards your room.

“Sorry gentlemen- gender neutral, of course. The popcorn has burned.” Sirius announces before he’s entered the room, reeking of burnt popcorn with a few pieces lodged in his hair. Sharing James’ nosiness, his eyes quickly fixate on your binder. “Hey, what’s that?”

James scoffs before turning to Sirius. “It’s a binder, Padfoot, and they’re very happy.” He says with pride, his chin lifting. “Catch up.”

Remus’ attention, however, has drifted away from the binder and he asks the real important question, “How the hell do you burn magic popcorn?”

Sirius jumps to the defensive, “Hey! I’m the one who told you not to put me in charge of food!” He says, throwing his hands up. “I’m obviously more suited to the pillow gathering region.”

With a dictionary worth of swear words, Remus stomps down the hall to make some unburnt popcorn. James quickly following behind, arguing why him being the pillow gatherer was the best choice.

With Sirius and you alone, he turns to you. “Hey, it’s cool that you have that now. Reg used to use one a while ago.” He says, before grabbing your hand, “Now, let’s watch some movies on a subpar pillow arrangement.”

You laugh as you both go to follow the other two boys. “Sounds good.” You say, feeling more secure with them than ever. Your binder sitting blissfully on your bed, ready to be used again tomorrow.

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[r473n]

AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

It's happening!!!

It's almost midnight, I should be in bed, I'm in the bathroom trying not. To. Scream.

Got an email back from endo, (I was starting to worry I'd never hear back cos they took 7 weeks to reply and in their automatic reply email they said it could take 10 working day or more and not to email them again cos that only makes waiting times longer. But after 3 weeks I got anxious thinking mine might have gone to spam or they might have missed it, and I was so anxious that it overrode my beagoodgirlevenifyoudie programming, so I ended up sending a 2nd email to make sure they got it and then they never answered for a month and I thought they were punishing me and they had deleted me from the list. Being raised a catholic is no joke, everything turns into fucking guilt trip type shit... anywaaaaaay) with an app to start me on T in June.

----T----

Guysssssssssss

I'm so excited. I need to be quiet 😭😭😭😭

I can’t believe how lucky I am, how privileged and, uhhhh, this last couple of years have been so ssshiiiittt... just... I don't wanna think of all that's bad and wrong, just trans joy. Joy.

I can't tell anyone in person till tomorrow, not that I can tell anyone but partner, cos fuck having my family gang up against me again :)

So you guys are the first to know, I had to share it with someone 🥹💙

This is so surreal I'm so happy I can't grammar! AGGHHHHH!!!!!!!

Right, ok, ok, deep breaths...

It's late, I got work tomorrow.

Right, night guys 🥹

[midnightlizard]

hi!! no worries if this isn’t something you write i’d totally understand, but if i could request amelia shepherd comforting a transmasc reader for coming out and/or defending reader when someone says something transphobic?

again, i’d totally understand if you don’t wanna write this ^^ i hope you’re having a nice day/night anyway though!

Unwavering support

Amelia Shepherd x male!reader

Warnings: transphobia, reader has had top surgery but other surgeries are not mentioned, reader is a guy but no pronouns are actually used

Word count: 2.9k

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"there you go. Try not to move your arm too much and change your bandages everyday" you instructed the old woman, before throwing the used gloves into the trash can.

Today was very slow in the E.R., all beds empty except for the grandma who cut her arm while gardening. Days like this were uncommon as a trauma surgeon, especially here at Grey's sloan were it felt like people were purposely shoving a firecracker into their mouth 'to see who could spit it the farther' just to come here.

Yep. That happened last week. Stupid, but new.

So you were pretty thrilled about just catching up on work so you could go home early.

"Mrs Hawkins' file please" you leaned your arms on the counter, gently smiling at the nurse behind it. She returned your smile and got up from her seat, to go find what you asked for.

While you were waiitng for her, someone came up to you."Hey Y/L/N"

"Yo Avery" you didn't need to turn your head to recognize the voice "April should be over there I think" you pointed to somewhere else in the room, thanking the nurse once the file was in your hands.

"I was actually looking for you" he flashed you his million dollar smile, leaning on the counter like you previously did. "I got something for you"

"oh" you raised your gaze, confused by his statement.

You were met with the familiar box containing t gel. Since his mother ordered all the supplies needed for the hospital you had asked him years ago to add your medicine to the list so it would have been quicker to just get it from your workplace. And it has been that way ever since, but he never handed it to you personally.

"okay? thanks" your reluctance was evident on your face, but you smiled nonetheless, putting the little box in your pocket.

"I was wondering-" he detached himself from the counter once you started walking away "if you could help me with something"

You playfully rolled your eyes as it all made sense now "I'm not talking to Webber again, if you have issues with him and your mother having sex you should-"

"no no it's not about that" he slightly raised his voice in embarrassment, making a disgusted face afterwards. He shook his head violently, as if wanting to get rid of the thought, before speaking again "I need help with a patient"

"sure, I'm all ears. What do you need?" you furrowed your brows, he knew he didn't need to bribe you if a patient was involved, so you still didn't fully know where this was going.

He seemed to wait for a few seconds, before turning serious. "I have this patient, he has been wanting a mastectomy for years and we have been making arrangements for months now. Today's finally the day but he's scared about how it's going to turn out"

"do you want me to talk to him?"

"well.." he started, giving you a tentative smile "I was actually thinking you could uh-" his hand reached the hem of his shirt, slighlty lifting it up "show him the results"

You frowned at that. You'd never be ashamed of what you are or what you did to get to this point, but at the same time the idea of taking your shirt off in front of doctors and nurses wasn't exactly your idea of fun. Only the people who you considered friends knew you were trans, and you liked it that way. But for a trans person who was struggling just like you used to?

"okay"

That's how you found yourself in this situation, following Avery to his patient's room. Kody, you were told his name was, was sitting on his bed with his usual clothes on, probably waiting for a sign to help him decide what to do next.

"Hey Kody, this is doctor Y/L/N, the one I talked to you about" Avery grabbed his attention, gesturing to you. You smiled at him, sitting on the end of his bed.

"Doctor Avery told me you were having doubts about the surgery?"

"It's all you ever wanted, stop being stupid. Please change his mind doctor!" Your head turned to a second guy, his boyfriend apparently, standing on the other side of the bed, hands on Kody's shoulders.

You smiled at the scene, he reminded you of Amelia. Had you met her before your transition she surely would have given you the same aggressive support he was giving him.

You started asking the basic questions, trying to get as much out of him as you could, and tried comforting like any other doctor would. But nothing was working because he didn't need a simple doctor, Jackson was right. He needed someone who could understand what he was feeling.

Sighing to yourself, your gaze fell on the intern on your left, probabaly taking notes on how to comfort a patient, eyes fixated on you.

"you're scared about the results right? look" you brought your hands next to your neck to take your shirt off, and put it on the bed. The boy's eyes widened at the sight, long-healed pink scars adorning you chest, right under your nipples. "they look sick right?" you smirked at his mouth agape, the euphoria of looking at yourself never truly leaving your body "I had another doctor, but trust me when I say that doctor Avery is the best plastic surgeon I've ever worked with. So trust him, follow his instructions post op and everything will turn out great"

He smiled at you, a determined fire in his eyes "we can do the surgery"

You nodded giving a high five, but he was soon stolen by his boyfriend kissing him fiercely. You laughed to yourself, once again reminded of your girlfriend, and got up from the bed, putting your shirt back on.

"Very good then. Let's prep him" Avery ordered the intern, before following you out of the room. "Thank you Y/N"

You stopped walking to look at him, you were about to tell him it was no big deal. But an idea popped into your head.

"I want your yacht for a day. For me and Amelia." your anniversary was right behind the corner and what better date than to spend it alone away from anyone?

You saw Jackson roll his eyes, but he reluctantly nodded "one day." he clarified "and no sex on the couch- no, actually? no sex anywhere"

"no sex on the couch, got it" you smirked giving him a thumbs up. You left before he could object.

- - - -

You kept your deal with Jackson a secret from Amelia, only telling her not to book at any restaurant, since you had already planned everything.

"Hey are you listening to me?" you stopped talking when you noticed Amelia wasn't even looking at you. You tired following her gaze but could only see a table full of interns talking and laughing to themselves instead of eating their food, but they weren't making enough noise to be annoying. What could be so interesting about interns anyway? "Amelia?"

She only turned around when your hand squeezed hers. "Uh, sorry. What were you saying?"

You softly shook your hand "I'll tell you another time. What's the matter with you? You seem off"

Opening her mouth to answer, she looked at the interns once again, and then at the whole cafeteria as if she was looking for something "Haven't you noticed anything strange lately?"

"I don't know, I was only looking at you" it could have sounded corny but it was the truth. The only one acting strange in your eyes was your girlfriend, always acting distracted and looking elsewhere whenever you were together.

Her eyes stopped on your face, tilting her head to the side with a smile, sensing the corny aspect of your words too.

"I don't know" she shrugged, getting back to the matter at hand "I just feel watched, don't you feel it too?"

You glanced around the room, some people were eating or talking to each other, some people were intent on studying. Sure, you locked eyes with a person or two, but that didn't mean anything. You were looking at them first.

"I don't notice anything different" you calmly concluded.

Amelia bit her lip, still not convinced. But she eventually gave up, focusing her lunch break with you.

- - - -

After the talk with Amelia you started paying attention to your surroundings, and you hated to admit it but you did notice people staring at you longer than necessary. The worst part was that you'd recognize those looks anywhere.

As a trans person you received those looks all through your teenage years up until you started passing as a man. Amused looks. Curious looks. You knew them all; and you were seeing them all right now, paired with the whispers as you entered the room.

You sighed, the favor you did Jackson suddenly coming to mind. You almost forgot about it, that happened two weeks ago after all.

It was obvious the intern Jackson chose for the surgery told his friends and started a whole thing. So, as the mature - and non confrontational - person that you were, you made the wise decision of not doing anything. They'll eventually get tired.

You just hoped Amelia would let it go.

- - - -

She did not.

"I think I'm going crazy" she muttered, entering the waiting room with you by her side "I can't shake the feeling that I'm being watched, and it's even worse when I'm with you"

"They must have realized we're the hottest couple around here, let them look" you joked, but the smile didn't meet your eyes. You tried talking to the intern, who obviously denied everything, and it's not like you could go to Webber for a 'feeling' and put his carrer at risk, so you went on with your plan on letting the problem resolve on its own. Ignoring how him and his friends were always around the corner, as if they weren't interns with the heaviest workload.

Amelia squeezed her eyes at your words "you know something don't you?" to which you just shrugged, acting busy so you wouldn't give in and spill everything.

She seemed to buy it, and changed the topic. You breathed out in relief.

You started talking about your anniversary, with Amelia trying to guess what your surprise was; you laughed at her completely off guess - but secretly wrote it down in your mind for her birthday - and you told her she'd just have to wait.

The peace however was short-lived, as the last person you wanted to see entered the room followed by his two friends- minions. You quickly looked away. God you missed when interns were afraid of everyone.

As a habit, Amelia followed your gaze and wouldn't have thought anything of it, if she didn't recognize them.

"Hey they're the ones from the cafeteria!" she whisper-yelled while repeatedly slapping your arm. She gripped your coat in frustration when she saw one of them laugh in your direction "okay that's it. They have some explanations to do"

However she was stopped by your quick thinking, hand on her waist "stop it Amelia it's not worth it." you hesitated "they're looking at me"

You hoped that would be enough for her to drop it, but you should have known better, as this was probably the worst thing you could have said.

"What? Why are they looking at you?"

"I-" you sighed, crumbling under her sharp gaze "They know I'm trans"

It took a second for Amelia to register your words, if you asked her she would have said she almost forgot transphobia existed. You, on the other hand, were too aware of it especially in these last few weeks. And she could see it in your eyes, pleading her to just let this go. But she couldn't see you like this and just ignore it.

"Are you kidding me? That's even worse" she took a step back and escaped your touch.

It wasn't hard to spot them, they moved to the end of the hallways but were still in her line of sight. And who knows, maybe they really were paying attention to the files they were holding. You wouldn't bet on it though.

You hid your head in your hands as you saw Amelia approach them. Had you not been stressed about this whole situation you probably would have laughed at the sight of the three of them towering over your girlfriend, the smirks on their faces in direct contrast to what you could only predict was a scowl on Amelia's face, hands on her hips.

You saw one of them take a step closer to her and your legs almost moved on its own, but Amelia instantly slapped his arm away and pointed a finger in his face. Just as you were about to get over your fear and walk over there you saw the interns scurrying away, tripping over themselves.

Amelia turned around with a bright smile on her face, but even from this distance you noticed a glimpse of something else in her eyes.

"what did you tell them?" you asked as soon as she came back to your side, grabbing her hand

She just looked at you with that mischievous smile you had grown to love.

But now it just scared you.

"I still have some things to take care of. I'll come find you when I'm done" she avoided your question, then left a kiss on your lips that left you almost as dumbfounded as her words.

You didn't have time to question her actions any longer, because your pager suddenly beeped, April needed help with two people that got into a car accident.

"shit" you murmured, running towards the elevator.

- - - -

After more than three hours you were out of the O.R. The airbag on the passenger side didn't work so the mother got the worst of it and she needed both you and April if she wanted to survive. Fortunately she did.

Once your hands were clean, you went to open the door and found Amelia in front of you, swaying like a kid who successfully stole candies from her mother's pocket. You instinctively smiled at her, her face alone able to calm your eyes and heart after hours of only seeing blood.

"I'll go deliver the good news to her son" April spoke up from behind you, squeezing your arm before leaving the two of you alone.

"Can you finally tell me what the hell happened? What did you say to them?" you started firing questions while directing her to a more private area.

"I got him fired"

You abruptly stopped walking as soon as you registered her words "You what?"

She shrugged, her calm expression never faltering "I got the main guy fired, while the other two got suspended for a month; which may or may not have destroyed their chances of finishing the program in time" she kept her hands behind her back as she looked at you, enjoying your agape mouth and unblinking eyes.

You straightened your back "you- how did you do that?" not that you weren't happy about it, in fact, it was the best thing that happened in the last month. But it seemed a bit...unattainable. Too good to be true.

"I talked to Bailey and Webber and they agreed that this behaviour was not tolerated in this hospital. They reported them to Catherine and she made the final decision"

Her gaze lost its spark, worry taking over her beautiful features. Hands reached out to hold yours so you would look at her "Why didn't you say anything, why didn't you tell me anything?"

You leaned your back against the wall with a sigh "I wasn't sure anyone could do anything without proof, and I thought it would have faded out so I didn't want you to worry for nothing"

"But it's not nothing" she gently scolded you "Don't think I didn't notice you being weird lately, I was hoping you were just trying to hide your plans for our anniversary" she chuckled and you followed her.

"I mean, I was doing that too" a moment of silence passed as you basked in the security that was your girlfriend's warmth "I'm sorry, but thank you for standing up for me"

"If you won't do it someone has to" she smacked your arm, no real anger behind her words. She wrapped her arms around your neck to bring you closer "At least now we can finally focus on our anniversary. I can't wait to spoil the surprise and guess what you have in store"

And she was right. You had been so worried about everything else that you almost forgot about the good in your life, such as the pretty brunette currently in your arms. You giggled at her puckered lips before leaning down so you could make her happy and kiss her.

Despite already knowing this deep down, you came to the realization that there was nothing you couldn't overcome if you had her by your side.

And you'd make sure every day that it was the same for her.

"Do I want to know what you actually said to guys?"

"Mhh not even a little bit"

Amelia Shepherd Masterlist - Grey's anatomy Masterlist

General Masterlist

[evil-sm-confessions]

we need a list of spooky month characters who can say faggot

Brought this question to my expert team of scholars. Discussion under cut.

🦴: All of them

⚡️: nod nod

🦴: Except Skid, Pump and Lucky

🦴: Because they’re bapies

⚡️: They can reclaim it when they're older

⚡️: Anyone else have input on this

🦠: evermore can reclaim it but uses it as a slur. also uses the term pansy. garcia uses it as a term of endearment. streber and dexter use it as a power word. radford once said "whats good my fags!" and got laughed out of the room. jaune doesnt say faggot but she does say dyke, and often at that. candy dealer doesnt say faggot but he refers to gay men as fairies which isnt neccesarily better. frank can say faggot but usually defaults to homo. bob says faggot with his whole chest and for like multiple years nobody knew if he could reclaim it or not but were too scared to ask.

⚡️: YES yes this is all good

⚡️: Kevin can reclaim it but doesn't

🌸: Jack can but doesnt like using slurs

🦠: also fun fact from looking at the wikipedia article for queer slang, a derogatory term for gay men is "fudge packer" and in like sm3 i think when the kids give kevin the sugar and hes tweaking out he says "theyre gonna pack my fudge in jail its all over" which. i dont know if it was intentional but i find it so funny that like the first thing kevin thought when he had a possibility of being arrested was being made to have gay prison sex like buddy do we not have more pressing matters to worry about

⚡️: HSHABDHFHD

⚡️: John says faggot not as a slur but in the way one would say "a gay man" neutrally

⚡️: Someone needs to tell him that's not the politically correct term/silly

🐍: YEAH

🐍: I agree

🦠: john talking to radford and hes like "oh is that kevin friend of yours a faggot too?" and radfords like "H- uncle can you sa- oh wait yeah no you can say that- but hold on-"

🐍: Captain and Shotgun man can say faggot. We been know this.

🐍: Father gregor wouldnt say it. Moloch would call Gregor a Faggot

⚡️: And Gregor would be like "you can NOT say that"

⚡️: Half convinced shotgun man uses faggot as a label ngl

🦠: oh no they do

🦠: sexuality and gender

🦠: "oh are you trans?" "yeah im a faggit :)"

⚡️: Skiddad uses faggot as a slur but only on people who are into it

🦠: ignacio uses it like half as a slur but also usually likes to get creative with it. he will call you words you didnt even know

🌸: ignacio has invented slurs

🦠: HE HAS

⚡️: He calls himself a faggot but when he's calling YOU slurs he pulls out the real deep cuts

⚡️: He's gay but the second a gay man inconveniences him he's getting homophobic

🦠: guy whod call someone a slur theyve never even heard before and then grab their face hard af and start hate-smooching

⚡️: KAHSVDDKJDBF

⚡️: Hope asked Jack "what's a faggot" and he almost chokes on the donut he was eating

🌸: Jack explains it in the most kid friendly way possible and then it’s just

⚡️: "So my daddy's a faggot?"

🌸: YEAH

⚡️: Costume guy uses tranny as a slur but only when she's talking about herself

🐍: NOOO dont do thattttt...

⚡️: She's doing that

🦆: consider: Skiddad teaching Skid to call people that

⚡️: OH MY GOD

⚡️: Gotta drive home but do continue to discuss if you'd like

🦠: skiddad would exclusively refer to himself as either a transvestite or a tranny but has like never once actually used the term transgender. skid meeting the hatzgang like "wow roy youre a tranny?" full confidence happy for them

🐍: LJKASDHKJFGHGHJD

🐍: Roy would see red i think

🦠: roy would no-hesitation hit skid upside the head if im being real like "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST CALL ME-"

🦠: jaune saying dyke in public and ross is next to her like "mom *please*"

🦠: jaune would refer to aaron as a stud specifically in the lesbian way

🐍: Real shit

🌸: ...

🌸: transmasc butch lesbian aaron.

🦠: YES

🦠: YES

🦠: 🌸 YOURE SO SMART

🦠: going off ⚡️'s headcanon that jaune is cis but got a mastectomy bc she didnt want them any more. consider. transmasc aaron that still has his bonkers bc he doesnt give a shit lmfao

⚡️: I'm back

⚡️: You guys are smark

🐍: REAL SHIT

⚡️: Is there anything else you guys want to add

🐍: the eyes of the universe knows slurs from other dimensions and will say them all if the time is right

🦠: hmmm... rick exclusively uses the word faggot. michelle would not say faggot but she would call someone "a nice young man" or "a bit fruitful" or call them a dandy. thin thief occasionally says fag, fat thief said it like once and visibly made a distraught face. also cannot say the word gay he just beats around the bush and jibberjabbers. roy says faggot no questions asked.

🐍: Skiddad knows a handful and uses them

⚡️: Roy calls Ross and Robert fags and it's fine because they're all queers

🦠: fag and her faglets

🦠: jaune keeps trying to give ross the dyke pass and hes like "mom i am not fucking saying that" /silly

⚡️: BDHAKDBDHSJDNF

⚡️: He says faggot though

⚡️: Robert theoretically can say faggot but he doesn't

⚡️: Susie can say dyke but doesn't because she's in the closet

🦠: susie on call with robert and he shows her a helltaker girl and she says "oh im gonna lez out" and then the call goes dead fucking silent and she has her head in her hands with an expression of shock and repulsion and then robert starts laughing so hard he has to hit his inhaler

🐍: KJHGFKJHF

⚡️: BSHSJDHDBDJNDNDHF

⚡️: That's how Robert learns she's gay

[clownstillwritesfanfic]

Three’s Company - Wednesday Addams x Joel Glicker x Fem!Reader

Summary: As Becky’s daughter from a previous marriage, you’re forced to spend your summers at Camp Chipewa. This year, your long time friend (and crush) Joel Glicker has been forced to attend. He’s got eyes for the new girl, and you’re not one to fight for a boys attention. Will you make friends with the strange girl, or will you envy her?

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 9,183

Warnings: underage smoking, thinly veiled racism, mostly canon compliant, slow burn, unrequited love (but not actually), full on spoilers for Addams Family Values, friends to lovers, bisexual reader, bisexual wednesday

Disclaimer: Reader is meant to be the same age as Wednesday and Joel. Trans fem, poc, and plus size reader friendly. You are Becky’s biological daughter but I didn’t specify any defining characteristics nor anything about the bio dad. If you feel like I’m wrong please feel free to tell me. I had a big ol crush on these two as a kid and after learning Joel is played by the same guy that plays Bernard, another childhood crush, I knew I had to write something for my younger self.

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The year was 1993 and it was summer once again. Unfortunately for you, that meant the next few months would be spent cleaning up Camp Chippewa owned by your mother and step father and then “helping” the campers have a good time. Yeah, right. For years your mom and Gary have tried to get you to be a camp counsellor, but you would rather be burned at the stake. You think they’ve given up, thinking you’re in your “moody teenager” phase and will grow to love the place. Fat chance. This place has been your prison since you were young.

The camp had finally opened and the campers and their parents starts pouring in. Old friends greeted each other again as you sat on a stump near by smoking a cigarette. You actually hated cigarettes, the taste and the smell was disgusting to you but it pissed Gary and your mom off and that’s more satisfying. You planned on only smoking of a while but unfortunately, you got hooked. You knew it wasn’t fair to the other kids to be around that but they were all spoiled little rich brats anyway.

Speaking of, you watched as Amanda Buckman introduced herself to a young girl and her family all dressed in black. You had been watching them for a while, you liked their style and thought they were odd against the sea of pastels.

Amanda was definitely your mom and Gary’s favourite. You could tell they wished she was their daughter instead of you and she ate that up. Whatever, they’re all shallow and boring anyway.

“Why do you look like that?” You heard Amanda sneer. God, you could just punch her.

“Like what?” The daughter of the family responded.

“Like you’re going to a funeral. Why are you dressed like somebody died?” It’s called ‘being cool’, Amanda. Look it up. You rolled your eyes as you took another drag of your cigarette, finishing it off before dropping it on the ground and stepping on it to put it out.

“Wait.” The girl replied, almost threateningly.

You snorted as you passed by them and said under your breath. “God, I hope it’s me.”

You could hear Amanda’s parents start to introduce themselves as you walked away. You noticed a familiar face in the crowd and made your way towards them, your spirits lifting knowing you won’t be alone this year.

Before you could reach them, your hand was grabbed by your mother and she turned you around and forced you to stay put, one of the fakest smiles you’ve ever seen on her face. It also held a secret warning ‘don’t embarrass us’.

Gary blew that god awful whistle which made you want to rip it from him and throw it in the lake. Everyone quieted down and turned towards you. God, this is torture.

“Attention! Hey, listen up everybody! I’m Gary Granger!”

“And I’m Becky-Martin Granger! And this is our daughter, (Y/N) Martin-Granger.” She held your shoulders to keep you still as you scowled. “(Y/N) Martin…” you huffed, causing your mom to tighten her grip on you as a warning while everyone clapped.

“We’re the owners and directors here at Camp Chippewa. America’s foremost facility for, privileged young adults!” Gary explained. More like privileged little white middle class kids…

“And we’re all here to learn, to grow, and to just plain have fun!” Your mom squawked next to me.

“Because that’s what being privileged is all about!” Gary finished for her and they started clapping and jumping like toddlers. They were so delusional.

As everyone started going back to greeting their friends and talking, You slinked away from your mom and Gary and went over to where you were trying to go in the first place.

He seemed distracted as his parents fussed over him, his inhaler hanging out of his gaping mouth. “Joel?” You managed to snap him out of his daze and he looked over at you.

“(Y/N)! Hi. I-I forgot your parents owned this place.” He nervously stuttered. He always was shy and anxious, that’s what drew you to him in the first place.

“Wish I could say the same. Hello Mr. And Mrs. Glicker.” You addressed his parents.

“Hello…” Mrs. Glicker reluctantly replied. You’ve known the Glickers for years. Pretty much since you were a kid. You go to the same school as Joel and you were in the same class a few times in a row. You became pretty good friends pretty quickly and you started to harbour a little crush on the boy. His parents liked you when you were younger, but now that you’re older you think they disapprove of how you live and act but they also don’t want to ban Joel from seeing you due to him not having many friends. It’s just been you and Joel for years.

“Come on, Joel. I’ll show you around. It’s not gonna be as unbearable now that you’re here.” You smiled at him and lead him away from his overbearing parents.

“Hey…do you…know who that girl in all black was?” Joel nervously asked as he fidgeted with his hands.

“Uhhhh…” You tried to think back on who he may have been talking about and remembered the family that stuck out like a sore thumb. “Oh! Uh no, I don’t know her name but I know who you’re talking about. Why?” You had a feeling you knew why, but you wanted him to say it.

“Oh uh…” He hunched in on himself, something he does often. “Well I just…oh it’s nothing.”

“It’s not nothing. You like her don’t you. You think she’s cute.” You elbow him playfully. You didn’t get a good look at her but she seems to be close in age to you and she definitely wasn’t ugly.

“She’s not cute! She’s…she’s beautiful.”

That stung a little, not going to lie. But…you’re not going to fight for the attention of a man of all things.

~

Gary was out on the dock with a group of campers split into boys and girls. Wednesday, as you soon learned her name, and her brother Pugsley were the ones that stood out the most with their black swimsuits as per usual. Joel…well Joel looked like an idiot sported a huge mask and snorkel along with those huge flippers on his feet.

You were sat too far away on shore to hear what he was saying but suddenly Amanda jumped in the water and started flailing about and screaming for help in the most fake way possible.

You needed a cigarette.

As you got up and left, Joel watched you from the dock, feeling a little dejected that you left. Wednesday cocked an eyebrow in interest.

~

You were laying in your very uncomfortable bed as the girls told ghost stories. They had no idea what real horror was. They’d probably cry during a Halloween movie.

The girls let out a fake scream at Amanda’s shitty storytelling before she set the flashlight on Wednesday who was laying in her bed reading a book. How she could read that in the dark you couldn’t figure out.

“This is dumb.” She said, uninterested.

“Well if you can’t do it…” the blonde teased.

Wednesday shut her book and sat up, facing the others. “And so the next night, the ghost returned to the haunted cabin. And he said to the campers ‘None of you really believe in me. So I’ll have to prove my power.’ And the next morning, when the campers woke up, all of their old noses had grown back.”

You jumped as the girls started screaming bloody murder. You laughed at their horror of a rhinoplasty being undone. How pathetic.

Wednesday glanced over at you, amused that someone saw the dark humour in her story.

~

The next morning before breakfast, everyone was dressed and talking amongst themselves.

The door to the cabin opened and in walked Pugsley who immediately went for Wednesday’s bed in the corner.

“What are you doing in here?” Amanda screeched. “Get out! This is the girls cabin!”

“Shut up. He’s allowed to visit his sister.” You used your authority for once to make her drop it as you flicked your lighter open and closed.

Wednesday silently appreciated it as Amanda huffed.

About 10 minutes later the door opens once again with Gary coming through with Becky behind him.

“Mail call!” He announced. “Addams.” He handed Wednesday a letter.

“Barkley, Castleman, Callaway, Dexter, Dunman, Edwards, Evans, Finley, Fischer” Becky listed off.

“Oh no.” Wednesday stood up.

“What is it?” Pugsley asked.

You glanced over at them.

“This is unspeakable.”

“Is something wrong Wednesday? Bad news?” Your mom exaggerated a frown.

“This is the worst thing that has ever happened in the history of human events…” She turned to her brother. “Uncle Fester is getting married.”

“A wedding? But that’s great news!” Gary chimed in.

“Speak for yourself, homewrecker.” You whispered to yourself.

“To who?” Amanda sat up.

“The nanny.”

“Get out of the cabin!” She stood up. “I mean, I’d kill myself. The help?!” Holy shit you wanted to punch her.

“I’m sure she’s a very nice lady.” Becky said, although you could tell she agreed with Amanda.

“I think that’s disgusting.” The girl sneered. “I think their whole family’s like some weird medical experiment. I think they’re like, circus people.”

“Amanda!” You quickly sat up and shouted at her. Your mom made a face at you and made a gesture for you to calm down.

“What did you say?” Pugsley got defensive and stepped forward.

“Campers!” Becky yelled out and clapped to get everyone’s attention. “Group hug!” Everyone got out of their bunks and went to Becky and Gary to join in. Gary and your mom looked over at you expectantly.

“If you touch me, I’ll stab you.” You said as you had laid back down and were filing your nails.

Gary grimaced as your mom glared at you before they turned their attention to the Addams kids.

“Wednesday…” Gary broke from the group hug and made his way over to the two. “Pugsley…will a hug hurt us?”

“We don’t hug.” Wednesday replied.

“Ohh they’re just shy.” Becky reasoned.

“We’re not shy.” Pugsley started.

“We’re contagious.” Wednesday ended.

Gary and Becky retracted their hands awkwardly.

“I’m sensing some friction here. Something not quite Chippewa.” Gary said as a few of the girls nodded and agreed verbally. “But hey no problemo! All they need are good friends, good fun, and a little time in the Harmony Hut.”

Oh god…the Harmony Hut.

After the siblings were shown to the Harmony Hut you decided to go after them. You made your way to the small cabin away from everyone else, cigarette lit between your lips. You were going to need it if you were going back there.

When you finally got there, you dropped your cigarette and extinguished it. Before you could open the door, you heard screaming.

You quickly opened the door and looked to your left where Joel was pressed against the wall screaming in terror at a Michael Jackson poster on the opposite wall.

“Joel!” You hit his shoulder trying to get his attention. “Relax! It’s not like he’s actually here.”

Joel finally managed to calm down and reached in his pocket and pulled out his inhaler. You rolled your eyes and gently patted his back.

“What are you in for?” Wednesday asked as if she already asked this question.

“Nothing. I came here on my own free will.” You walked over to the white wicker seat that didn’t have a bunch of stuffed animals on it and sat down, spreading your legs and leaning back as you crossed your arms.

You looked around the place, a wave of nostalgia coming back. It held some good memories, but was also where a lot of trauma happened.

When you were younger, younger than the average campers age, your mom didn’t know what to do with you. She didn’t want to look after you and there wasn’t anyone else to watch you and she didn’t trust nanny’s. So, she had oh so graciously let you stay in the Harmony Hut. That’s mostly why it was so childish inside and why all the movies were Disney. You spent your whole summer in this cabin. Left alone for hours on end, only seeing someone if it was your mom or Gary coming to bring fetch you for mealtimes or if they stuck a “disobedient” kid inside with you. Most of the time those kids were nice and just misunderstood. It wasn’t until you were older that you were allowed to roam the campground freely if you promised to help out. You were excited at first, but quickly realized how awful your mom and Gary had been treating some of the kids that “weren’t normal”. Funny how they always ended up being the fat, non-white, non-able bodied, lower income kids. That really ticked you off. And anytime you tried to bring up their prejudices, they would brush you off and say you were too young to understand. That’s when you started to become defiant. And that’s when you started looking out of the little guys, the weirdos, the misfits. That’s why you had to watch over Joel. You knew he was going to be eaten alive.

“Why?” asked Pugsley.

“To watch you suffer…and to make sure Joel doesn’t go crazy.” You replied.

“We won’t suffer.” Wednesday retorts.

“Oh no? Why’s that?”

“We’re Addamses!” Pugsley grins.

“Right….” You flopped your head back.

After a few minutes of silence Wednesday spoke up. “Are they really your parents?”

“What?” I lifted my head and looked at her.

“Gary and Becky. At orientation they said you’re their daughter. Is that really true?”

You sighed. “Unfortunately, yes. Well, Becky is my biological mother. Gary is my step dad.”

“What happened to your actual dad?” Pugsley asked.

“I don’t know. I was an accident. My mother is too pro-life and refused to abort me. Although I think I would have preferred that. She never talks about him so I have no idea who he is or how to find him. Gary came into the picture and married my mom when I was 4. I never did like him. Life was alright until he came around.”

Joel fidgeted from his seat, he had taken the stuffed bears out of the other chair and threw them on the floor so he could sit down. He knew how much you didn’t like to talk about them.

“Speaking of marriage. Your uncle and the nanny, huh? That’s interesting.” You changed the topic.

“It’s awful.” Wednesday corrected.

“Right.” You sighed.

~

“(Y/N). (Y/N)!” Someone was shaking you awake.

“Ugh…what?” You opened your eyes and looked over your shoulder, it was close to bedtime for the campers but you had fallen asleep sooner. You saw Amanda hovering over you.

“The weird kids and that nerd boy are trying to break out.” She snitched.

“So? Good for them.” You turned back around and closed your eyes.

“Ugh! You’re no help. I’m telling Beck and Gary.” She stomped off with her entourage of blondes.

You sighed and decided to get up and see what was going on, at least for Joel’s sake. The Addams kids could probably handle themselves.

You finally caught up to group as they were getting chastised.

“I have allergies.” Joel whimpered. Damn it…he was cute.

“Oh you’re allergic?” Becky mocked. “To sunshine, and archery, and crafts?” God she pissed you off. She knew he had actual allergies.

“Yes.” Joel snapped back. You had to hold back a snort.

“I think they should be punished.” Amanda smirked. “Punished! Punished! Punished!” She chanted, which caused other kids to step in.

“No! NO! We are not here to punish.” Becky corrected. “We are here to inspire.” She put her arm around Amanda’s shoulders.

“Campers…do you know what I think our little ninja friends here need?” Gary asked the group. “Do you know what just might turn their sad and potentially wasted little lives right on around?”

“What?” Joel asked timidly and he moved from side to side.

Gary was handed a guitar and he strummed a tune before everyone started to sing ‘Kumbaya’. You immediately turned around and left. They were on their own now.

~

It was later in the night, you were unable to go back to sleep so you decided to have one last cigarette for the night. You really needed to quit but damn did it help.

You were walking around close to the lake. It was always quiet and peaceful at night. You noticed Wednesday never returned to the cabin. You suspected another trip to the Harmony Hut. That was, until you saw her, or at least the silhouette of her sat on a bench looking towards the lake next to Joel. You could faintly hear their conversation.

“Are you really allergic?” She inquired.

“Uh huh. To almost everything.” He replied

“No, you’re not.” She challenged.

“Am, too!” He defended. “I can’t have dairy products, or wear wool, or drink fluoridated water. Do you know what happens if my mom uses a fabric softener?” His mom had to be some kind of hypochondriac because you really don’t think he’s allergic to everything.

“What?” Wednesday asks.

“I die!” Joel says dramatically.

You watch as Wednesday scoots over to sit closer to him and sigh as you drop your cigarette on the ground and put it out before walking back to the cabin.

This sucks. But if she wants him, she can have him. She seems cool enough anyway, and Joel really likes her. It’s not worth getting in a petty cat fight over.

~

It was the next day and you were avoiding everyone. You didn’t even eat breakfast or lunch. You actually went back to the Harmony Hut since you knew no one would find you there. You had to mope around and mourn any chance you may have had with Joel. The sooner you do that. The sooner you can get over him.

You decided to cheer yourself up by getting back at that little blonde brat for all the shit she’s pulled so far.

You walked deep through the forest, a basket and thick rubber gloves on your hands. You saw what you were looking for just up ahead. Poison Ivy bushes.

You were covered to protect yourself from plant as you harvested some of the leaves, putting them in your basket. Once you had enough you stood up and stretched before picking up the basket, holding it in your elbow.

“What are you doing?” A monotone voice called out behind you causing you to jump and turn around.

“Jesus, Wednesday. You nearly scared me to death.” You huffed.

“Pity. That would’ve been a good show.” She tried to joke.

You huffed a laugh and answered her question. “I was picking Poison Ivy.”

“What for?”

“I’m going to rub it all over Amanda’s bed. Want to help me?” You asked.

Wednesday gave something sort of a small smile and nodded.

You both walked back to camp in silence until you spoke up. “So…you and Joel, huh?”

“What about him?”

“You like him.”

“I don’t hate him. But I don’t hate you either.” She clarifies.

“I don’t hate you either. I think you’re odd, but I like that. You’re different from everyone else and I enjoy it.” You smile.

“Thank you. I asked him to come with me to my Uncle Fester’s wedding. I have a pass and I’m allowed one guest.”

“I see. Well I hope you have fun. Or well…I suppose you won’t. So I hope you’re extremely unhappy.” I chuckle.

Wednesday smiles slightly at your understanding of her feelings. “You can come too if you’d like. Pugsley is allowed one guest too and he hasn’t chosen one yet.”

“Oh! I…I wouldn’t want to impose…” you stuttered. You were flattered that she offered it in the first place.

“You won’t be. No one will mind. They’re very understanding.” She assured.

“Thank you…” You both walked in silence a bit longer before Wednesday broke it this time.

“You like him don’t you?”

“Who?” You asked, although you had an idea who she was referring to.

“Joel.”

“Oh…um…well yes. He’s my friend. Has been for a very long time. Of course I like him.” You tried to deflect.

“You know what I mean.”

You sigh. “Yes…I do like him. I have for a while now. But it’s ok. I know he likes you and you like him as well. I’m not going to fight for his attention, he made his choice and I respect it. And if he were to have a crush on anyone, I’m glad it’s you.”

Wednesday felt this strange feeling inside. She didn’t know what it was and she hated it. It felt weird. She respected your stance on the situation though.

~

It was the day of the Addams wedding. You were shocked that your mom actually let you go. Anything to get you away from her you guess.

Luckily you had an appropriate dress for the occasion, even luckier, you were encouraged to wear black which took up most of your wardrobe.

You sat next to Joel, who had put on a yarmulke for the occasion. He rarely ever wears it so you often forget he’s Jewish.

Wednesday walked down the aisle first, throwing dead flower petals on the ground followed by her brother holding a pillow which had a severed hand holding the ring on it. You wondered if that was a real hand.

Your answer came soon enough when it moved on its own which surprised you. But looking around at the family gathered around….You shouldn’t have been.

The only one that stuck out among the crowd of odd people dressed in black was the bride herself. Debbie you believe her name was. She wore a classic white wedding dress and she looked stunning.

As odd as everyone seemed to be…you really enjoyed being there. You loved how weird everyone was. You even got to meet Wednesday and Pugsley’s parents and wow…they were both so attractive.

You loved how attentive and loving they were to each other. You could feel the passion and respect radiating off of them. It made you yearn for a family as fun and accepting as this one.

The time came for the bouquet toss and you got lumped together with the other ladies although you had no interest. They fought over the pile of flowers before it was revealed that Wednesday had caught it.

“Now you have to get married.” Joel looked nervous.

“It’s not binding.” Wednesday replied, actually sounding a little embarrassed.

When the wedding was over, Joel and I were allowed to stay the night and Mr. And Mrs. Addams were gracious enough to give us our own rooms.

You were sat on the bed that was surprisingly comfortable despite looking all beat up. You were thinking back on how different your life could’ve been if you had a family as loving as Wednesday’s.

You wanted to smoke but felt like it was disrespectful to smoke in someone else’s house despite seeing Gomez and Pugsley sporting cigars earlier, this was their house after all, they could do what they wanted. You’d open the window but…it had bars on it for some reason.

You heard a soft knock on your door before it creaked open and Joel popped his head in.

“Hey, can I come in?” He timidly asked.

“Yeah, of course.” You moved over to make some room on the bed for him. “What’s up?”

“Nothing…I just wanted to come say goodnight.” He sat beside you. “And…well…what do you think of their family?”

“Honestly? I think they’re really weird and kinda intimidating. But I like them. I find their weirdness endearing.” I sighed.

“Yeah…” He sounded a little distracted. “Wh-what do you think of Mr. And Mrs. Addams?”

“What don’t I think of them? They’re like the perfect couple. They love and respect each other, they have passion and affection that they aren’t afraid to show no matter the company. I hope to have something like they do one day.”

“Yeah, me too.” He sighed. “And you will too. I know you will. There’s a lot to love about you.” He likes over at you and smiled.

You felt a blush heating up your face as you looked away from him.

“What about Wednesday? What do you think of her?” He pried.

“I like her. She’s different. But a fun different. I hope I can keep in touch with her after summer. I’d like to stay friends.” I sighed.

“Yeah. Me too.”

“I know you like her, Joel.”

“Huh?! N-no I don’t!” He defended. I gave him a look.

“Ok ok…yes I do. The wedding got me thinking that I’d like to spend the rest of my life with her.” He confessed.

“Oh…” I wasn’t exactly expecting that.

The clock struck midnight, twelve long gongs sounding out across the house.

“Well…I guess I should go to bed now. See you tomorrow.” He said as he stood up and walked over to the door.

“Goodnight, Joel.”

“Goodnight, (Y/N).” The door clicked shut behind him.

You sighed and laid down on your side, quickly wiping away a stray tear.

~

The next day, back at camp, Wednesday, Pugsley, Joel, and Amanda were doing archery taught by your mom and Gary. Most of the other campers were out on the water in canoes or doing other activities.

This was one of the sports you actually enjoyed doing and were pretty good at. You had your own station all to yourself next to the one where Joel was struggling to load the arrow into the bow as Wednesday was reading aloud a letter that was written to her and her brother by their Uncle.

“Glicker, gooo.” Gary impatiently moaned.

Joel stared at him and threw the arrow on the ground which caused you to snort.

“Good try.” Becky tried to sound supportive.

Joel handed the bow to Pugsley and went to the back of the line. You listened to Wednesday read the letter as you loaded your own arrow and pulled back the bow, taking aim, and then letting it go hitting a perfect bullseye. You looked to your parents hoping to get a little praise but they didn’t even acknowledge you. You heard clapping and looked over towards Joel who was smiling at you. You smiled back shyly and looked away. Wednesday had paused her reading as she watched the interaction.

“Gooo.” Gary impatiently whined as Pugsley drew the bow back and aimed upwards. A squawk was heard before a giant bird fell to the ground.

“It’s an American Bald Eagle.” Becky said is awe.

“But aren’t they extinct?” Gary asked.

“They are now.” Wednesday answered now holding the bow.

“Impressive shot.” I said.

“Thanks.” Pugsley beamed. I liked Pugsley. He was a little different compared to his family. But he was still loved all the same.

~

You were sat behind the bleachers with the Addams kids and Joel. You sat a little bit in front of them smoking. You made sure you sat in an area where the smoke would be carried away from them because you didn’t want to trigger Joel’s asthma. You didn’t like smoking in front of him for that reason but also because he’s made it known how much he hates that you do it. You wouldn’t normally do it but…you were itching for it.

You were watching as Joel opened up some mail he received earlier. He seemed pretty excited for it and told us about it as soon as he had it. Gary and Becky were currently on the little stage that overlooked the lake telling the campers about Gary’s “vision”. It was things like this that made you think your mom was Gary’s beard. He was just a little too fruity.

“Look at this! I got ‘em. Schizos and serial killers. I almost have the whole series. I’m only missing Jack the Ripper and that Zodiac guy.” Joel opened his envelope and pulled out a stack of cards. You know his collection well. You got him a few cards for his birthday once. “But look, The Black Widow.”

“It might be Debbie.” Wednesday chimed in.

Ah right, they suspected their new Aunt has nefarious intentions with their beloved Uncle. You thought they’d love something like that. It seemed to fit in with their aesthetic.

“At least three rich husbands…all dead.” Joel said dramatically.

“I’ll trade you.” Pugsley offered.

“For what?”

Pugsley reached into his pocket and took out a card. “Amy Fischer.”

“Sorry, man. I already have three of her.”

Pugsley shrugged and put the card back in his pocket.

You were going to say something when you were cut off by girls screaming in joy.

You rolled your eyes.

“(Y/N) put that out!” Joel chastised you.

“Or what?” You teased.

“Or this.” He took the cigarette from you and put it out on the ground before throwing it away.

“Aw come on, man!” You whined.

“No! They smell awful and they’re bad for you.” He glared as I groaned.

While you were bickering you didn’t notice Wednesday stand up and peer over the top of the bleachers. She looked spooked, which you’re pretty sure has never happened to her before.

“What’s wrong, Wednesday?” I asked as the others turned to look at her.

“They cast me as Pocahontas.”

“Oh god don’t even get me started on that stupid play.” You huffed.

“What’s so bad about it?” Joel asked, clearly he had no idea.

“It’s racist as hell and an excuse for Gary and my mom to play favourites and pick on the kids they don’t like. They act like they love Native Americans but wait until you see the script. It’s going to be racist as all hell.

~

You were sat in the bleachers reading a book, actually it was Joel’s nerdy little science book. You understood some of it but it got pretty technical and advanced pretty quickly and you lost track. You know Joel would be able to explain everything in a way that made sense, he’d be a good teacher one day if he wanted to be one. The thought made you smile.

On the stage, Becky was choreographing a dance number for Gary’s gay little play. When it ended, Amanda came out in her pilgrim costume causing Becky to gasp.

“Look at you! Oh, Amanda you look perfect!” She squealed. “You’re just the prettiest pilgrim I’ve ever seen, Gare! Come and take a look at this!”

Amanda was eating up the attention causing you to roll your eyes and scoff.

“Here they are!” A boy shouted out. “We caught em by the pay phone.” He and another boy marched Wednesday, Pugsley, and Joel onto the stage.

“We were calling the FBI.” Wednesday stated.

“Their uncle is in trouble, we were running a check.” Joel explained.

“And you are late for your fittings.” Becky accused.

“I don’t want to be in the pageant.” Wednesday’s statement caused Becky to gasp.

“Don’t you want to help me realize my vision?” Gary asked.

“Your work is puerile and under dramatized.” She continued. “You lack any sense of structure, character, of the Aristotelian Unities.”

You snorted trying not to laugh.

“Young lady, I’m getting juuuust a tad tired of your attitude problem.” Gary seethed.

“Everyone! Campers!” Becky jumped and clapped. “I have a wonderful idea! Wednesday and Pugsley and young Mr.Glicker here, well, they have just never quite latched on to the Chippewa spirit. Not have some of their little comrades.” She looked accusingly towards the “misfit” kids.

“Isn’t that sad?” She asked the campers who all replied in unison.

“Yes!”

“Don’t we just hate that?”

“Yes!”

“Don’t we wish they would just DIE!”

“Yes!”

“Oh no we don’t. But you know what we’re gonna do with them? We’re going to make an example. We are going to show that ANYONE, no matter how odd, or pale, or chubby, can still have a darn good time! Whether they like it…or not.” She finished.

“What are you gonna do?” Joel asked timidly.

You saw where this was going and you’d be damned if you had to stay around these people alone any longer.

“Nothing. They’re cowards.” You said.

“(Y/N) how about you join them? You have been a Debbie downer since the beginning.” Gary said.

That’s how you found yourself sat in a chair in the Harmony Hut once again.

“Yes, indeedy, just the ticket!” Gary said condescendingly. “Bambi.” He held up a VHS tape.

“Lassie Come Home!” Becky held up another.

“The Little Mermaid.” Gary gasped.

“Stop it.” Wednesday demanded.

“He’s only a child!” Joel reasoned, referring to a scared looking Pugsley.

Gary ignored him and popped a VHS in.

“Don’t worry, we’re getting out of here.” Wednesday whispered to Joel.

“But…it’s Disney.”

When one movie ended, Becky or Gary would come in and pop in a new one. It’s almost like they had the runtime down to memory. You didn’t mind the movies. You did grow up on them after all. They were a guilty pleasure. But, that doesn’t mean you didn’t fall asleep halfway through the second movie.

Soon it was night time and Wednesday had hatched a plan to put an end to everything once and for all. Joel shook you awake and got you up to speed before Wednesday opened the door and walked out, you all following behind her to see all the campers crowded at the door with Becky and Gary at the front.

“Well, good evening. Is there anything you’d like to say to everyone?” Gary asked.

“And just what that might be?” Becky added.

Wednesday took a step forward. “I’m not perky.”

“That’s for damn sure.” Amanda scoffed.

“But I wanna be.” Wednesday continued.

“You do?” Gary asked unsure.

“I want to smile, and sing, and dance, and be Pocahontas in Gary’s vision.”

“Oh darling, do you really mean it?” Becky asked hopefully.

Wednesday did her best to smile sincerely but you could tell it was hard for her.

“Isn’t she pretty!”

“She’s scaring me!” Amanda whined as Gary and Becky put their heads together.

You sighed and walked away to go to bed.

~

Today is the dreaded day. The Thanksgiving play that Gary put his whole “heart and soul” into. As if he had either one of those.

They tried to rope you into it and give you a role but you refused and they’ve dealt with you enough to know that no amount of Harmony Hut visits or bullying could get you to bend.

They’re still riding the high of getting Glicker and the Addams to join. At least…that’s what they thought.

All the parents were here except the Addams, something to do with their Uncle you presume. As you looked into the crowd of adults sat on the bleachers, all you saw was a sea of white people. There was one black couple and they stuck out like a sore thumb. They must be Jamal’s parents. Good kid. Really funny too. Could probably get a good career as a stand up comic.

You were standing off to the side, leaning against a tree. You could see the stage from where you were and you were excited to see how Wednesday’s plan goes.

Gary and Becky took the stage which caused some applause. After it died down, Gary leaned into the mic, a stupid pilgrim hat on his head. “Each Summer, we take this occasion to celebrate a seminal event in American History.”

“This year we depict perhaps the most important day in our shared past, the first Thanksgiving!” Becky, who had a stereotypical feather headband on, continued.

Honestly…Thanksgiving is months away, why are they doing it now? Probably their obsession with their Native American prejudices.

“A day for maize, the Native American word for corn, a terrific turkey dinner, aaaaaand brotherhood! So, white meat, and dark meat, take it away!” Gary finished. Both him and Becky quickly retreated to their spot under the stage in front of the bleachers to watch and direct.

You watched as kids dressed as different vegetables ran around the stage before they were joined by more kids dressed as turkeys who started to sing some awful, and quite frankly, racist, song. Poor Pugsley was the main turkey. He looked miserable. Only going along with it for the sake of the payoff at the end.

You were going to need a cigarette.

After a quick intermission to put more props on the stage, Amanda finally got her moment.

“I am so glad we invited the Chippewa’s to join us for this holiday meal. Remember, these savages are our guests. We must not be surprised at any of their strange customs. After all, they have not had our advantages. Such as, fine schools, libraries full of books, shampoo.” She recited. A few chuckles came from the crowd.

Wednesday entered the stage with the “misfit” kids behind her. “How, I am Pocahontas, a Chippewa maiden.”

You had to hold back a laugh at how fake she sounded.

“And I am Running Bear, betrothed to Pocahontas!….In the play.” Joel started out strong then got nervous. What a nerd.

“We have brought a special gift for this holiday feast.” Wednesday continued. Pugsley then waddled on stage towards the centre before facing the crowd.

“I am a turkey. Kill me!”

“What a thoughtful gift! Why, you are as civilized as we. Except we wear shoes and have last names.” Amanda addressed the crowd causing a few more privileged chuckles.

“Welcome to our table, our new primitive friends.”

“Thank you, Sarah Miller. You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen. Your hair is the colour of the sun, your skin is like fresh milk, and everyone loves you.” Wednesday replied.

“Stooop. Sit.” Amanda said.

“Wait.” Wednesday held out her arms and finally dropped the fake smile.

“What?” Amanda was confused.

“We cannot break bread with you.”

Amanda looked over to Gary and Becky in confusion. You stopped leaning against the tree, standing straight in interest.

“Huh? Becky what’s going on?”

“Wednesday!” Becky whispered harsh enough to be heard.

Wednesday turns to the crowd to address them. “You have taken the land which is rightfully ours. Years from now, my people will be forced to live in mobile homes on reservations. Your people will wear cardigans, and drink highballs. We will sell our bracelets by the roadsides. You will play golf, and enjoy hot hors d’oeuvres. My people will have pain and degradation. You were people will have stick shifts. The gods of my tribe have spoken. They have said ‘Do not trust the pilgrims, especially, Sarah Miller.’”

You coughed, choking on your smoke, at the cold hard truth bomb Wednesday just dropped. It’s obvious her parents took proper education seriously.

“Gary, she’s changing the words.” Amanda whined.

“And for all these reasons. I have decided to scalp you, and burn your village to the ground.” Wednesday finished which prompted Joel to give out a stereotypical war cry, you’d have to get on him for that later. All the ‘Indians’ scattered, causing chaos. Two dropped from some zip lines and took Amanda away while others set fire to the backdrops.

Amanda was forcibly tied to a pole as you noticed Joel go behind the bleachers, he looked over at you and gave a thumbs up before pulling a lever, causing the whole back row that had his parents on it to tip over, making them fall backwards. You couldn’t help but laugh.

More things were set on fire as Pugsley shoved an apple in Amanda’s screaming mouth. Flaming arrows were shot at Gary and Becky, a girl dressed as a pilgrim went flying into the lake, pies were launched from makeshift catapult’s tied to some kids backs, Michael steered his wheelchair around Amanda as he held the rope, continuing to tie her up. What looked to be gasoline was poured on the wood by her feet. Things were hectic and you were loving it.

Wednesday slowly approached Amanda before pulling some matches out from where it was tucked in her headband and lit them, making Amanda scream harder. She didn’t actually set her on fire, but the scare was enough to make the blonde pass out.

Some of the kids had cornered your parents and you didn’t feel the need to help them. Instead you went over to Joel.

“That was…insane. I can’t believe you did that. Good job, man.” You patted him on the shoulder which made him blush and look away.

“Thanks…” he muttered. “But, it was all Wednesday’s idea.”

Wednesday approached you two silently, a satisfied look on her face.

“Absolutely incredible, Wednesday.” You complimented. She smiled.

“Wednesday…do you…do you want to go on a canoe ride?” Joel asked, biting his lip, a constant nervous habit of his.

“Sure.”

Joel pushed the canoe that was on the shore further into the water. Wednesday started to walk towards it before turning around and looking at you. “Are you coming?”

You were taken aback a little bit. Not expecting the offer. “Do you want me to?”

“Yes.”

“Okay.” You blushed slightly. You thought maybe they’d want to be alone. Knowing your presence was wanted was a nice feeling.

Wednesday took the front of the boat and you got in the middle, Joel holding out his hand and helping you in. Ever the gentleman he was. Once you were sat he pushed the boat into the water and got in the back and started to paddle out. Once you were a few yards out, you carefully laid down sideways so your feet dangled off one side and your head was on the other.

You closed your eyes and listened to the sounds of nature and the nearby chaos on shore. This was a surprisingly fun day.

Later that night, Wednesday and Pugsley enacted their escape plan. You lost track of them but you knew where they were going and you wanted to say goodbye.

When you finally found them, Wednesday was in the other side of the fence, back in her normal clothing. Joe was still in his costume.

You were too far to hear what they were saying but you definitely saw them both lean in and share a kiss through the fence, both wiping it away seconds later.

You stopped as you felt your heart crack a little. You weren’t sure why. It’s not like they liked you like that. Wait…they? You meant Joel. Unfortunately, you didn’t have time to dwell on that as you accidentally stepped in a stick causing it to break. Both Joel and Wednesday looked over to you, relaxing when they saw it was you.

“Sorry…I just wanted to say goodbye….” You winced as you walked towards them. You stood next to Joel and looked at Wednesday as her brother pulled up behind her in a van, honking the horn and telling her to hurry up. “Keep in touch, ok? You’re too weird to let go.”

She nodded before looking between you two and turning around and heading towards the van. As they drove off down the dirt road you sighed.

A moment of silence went by before you looked down in front of you.

“Is that Amanda’s retainer?”

~

It was a year later when you got the invite from Wednesday to join the Addams in celebration for her little brother’s birthday.

Just like she promised, she had kept in touch, you would send letters to each other all the time.

Your parents had shut down the camp due to major damage caused by the fires and their general fright of this happening again. Word also got out on how they treated any kids they didn’t like.

Becky finally divorced Gary, and while your relationship never fully healed, it’s taking baby steps. Gary really brought out the worst in her. And you were right…he was not straight at all, and funnily enough. Neither were you.

You figured it out over the last year that you had feelings for Wednesday. She made you feel the same way Joel still does and man did it send you for a loop. Joel and Wednesday never seemed to become a couple, but the same feeling was there, Joel had gone on and on about her until you banned him from the topic due to him not talking about anything else. It also hurt double to know the two people you liked were into each other. But as long as they were happy, or in Wednesday’s case, ‘unhappy’, then you were content.

It was a small intimate event and you had bought something nice to wear that made you feel good and got you a few compliments. For people that had unconventional standards and practices, they were still so kind.

Little What seemed to like you as well and would stick by you a lot causing you to grow fond of the little mass of hair with a pacifier. Thing was your favourite, he was so fascinating and you found ‘talking’ to him quite easy.

You were all sat together in their living room, or would they call it a dead room? Gomez clinked his glass with Morticia’s and raised it.

“A toast! To the glorious mysteries of life. To all that binds a family as one. To mirth, to merriment, to manslaughter.”

A few noises of agreement went through the room as you softly giggled.

“To dear friends,” Gomez continued, gesturing towards Cousin Itt and his wife Margaret who had their baby on her lap.

“To new friends,” He gestured towards Fester and Dementia, What’s nanny.

“To youth!” He looked towards Wednesday, Joel, and you.

“How do I look?” Joel asked smugly. It was obvious he was trying to emulate Gomez, especially with that ridiculous fake pencil thin moustache. You tried to tell him he was being a little too obvious but he didn’t take the hint.

“Disturbing.” Wednesday replied. You knew that was a compliment.

“Ridiculous.” You muttered as you took a sip of whatever was in your glass. Wednesday softly elbowed you in the arm.

Gomez turned towards his wife. “To passion.”

“To paradise.” Morticia added.

“To pain.”

“Tonight.” She whispered seductively.

They leaned in to share a kiss but were interrupted by Grandmama.

“Make way for the birthday boy!” She cried as she carried little Pubert out in her arms as Pugsley rolled in a huge cake behind her. It had a guillotine as the topper with a single candle in the middle.

“Thing, will you do the honours?” Gomez asked. The sentient hand picked up a match and struck it with his thumb, jumping up to light the candle. Once lit, Lurch started to play Happy Birthday on the organ.

Sometime later, Joel and Wednesday were sat outside on a bench in her families graveyard. You were a couple feet away, smoking your last cigarette of the day. You’ve started to cut down, you went from multiple a day to only two or three. You think it’s because your stress has gone down over the past year considering Gary is no longer in your life and you have more positive people in your life. Despite your distance, you could hear their conversation.

“Your family is really…interesting.” Joel started. “Your parents are so involved with each other.” He scooted slightly closer to her.

“Wednesday. Do you think like maybe someday you might wanna get married and have kids?” He asked. He’s become less shy and more confident over this past year.

“No.” Wednesday replied sharply. You knew that would be her answer. She’s talked about it before with you, how she has no desire to be pregnant and she doesn’t see a point in marriage. You were inclined to agree somewhat. Although you would like a wedding. A day all about celebrating the love between you and your spouse sounded nice.

“But…what if you met just the right man who worshipped and adored you, who’d do anything for you, who’s be your devoted slave? Then what would you do?” He tried again.

“I’d pity him.” She answered. God, he was hopeless. He doesn’t understand what she wants at all.

Joel nodded solemnly and kneeled on Debbie’s grave, some dead flowers in his hand. “Poor Debbie. She was sick.”

“She wasn’t sick. She was sloppy.” Wednesday corrected.

“What do you mean?”

“If I wanted to kill my husband, I’d do it, and I wouldn’t get caught.”

“How?”

“I’d scare him to death.” Wednesday stood up.

Joel scoffed. “No you wouldn’t. We’re all very sorry, Debbie. We wish you only the best.” He leaned over to place the flowers on her grave when a hand shot up and grabbed his wrist causing him to scream in terror.

Wednesday smiled as you started laughing hysterically.

~

It was late now and you were getting ready for bed. The Addams had been kind enough to let you and Joel sleep over once again and you were currently on the bed reading a book when suddenly there was a knock on the door.

“Come in.” You called out. The door creaked open and Joel popped his head in. He washed that stupid fake moustache off and the gel out of his hair, bringing back his soft curls. He looked more like himself now.

“Hi.” He whispered.

“Hi.” You replied. You sat up on the edge of the bed and gestured for him to sit next to you. He walked in fully and closed the door slightly behind him but left it ajar, he wasn’t planning on staying long.

“You look nice.” He stuttered as he adjusted his glasses, a nervous habit.

You raised an eyebrow. “I’m wearing pyjama’s. You’re the one that looks nice. You finally look like yourself instead of a knock off Gomez.” You teased.

“Yeah…about that. I really thought she felt the same. I mean…we kissed back at camp before she left! Did it not mean anything?” He whined.

“Oh my god…you’re so clueless.” You sighed. “She does like you back. You just don’t understand. You’re trying to be her dad because you see how in love Morticia is with him, but Wednesday is not Morticia, and she never will be. Gomez isn’t some devoted slave like you think he is. Their relationship isn’t based on ownership, it’s based on mutual respect. Wednesday doesn’t want a slave, but she wants something similar to her parents in her own way. You’re looking at the surface level, you have to dig deeper and see what it really is.”

“You’re correct.” The door opened fully which revealed Wednesday standing in the hallway.

Joe stood up. Shocked and embarrassed that she overheard that. You slowly stood up too, feeling awkward.

“You may not have noticed but…I’m not big on affection the way my mother and father are. I respect their relationship and they way they express themselves but I don’t want that for myself. I do like you, Joel. And I’d like to continue with you but I want it to be in our own way.” She explained. Joel nodded and smiled.

You looked to the floor and scratched the back of your neck, feeling odd at being in the middle of this.

“I want that with you too, (Y/N).” Wed essay continued.

“Huh?!” Your head snapped up towards her.

“I like you too. And I know you like Joel, I not only observed that myself but I remember that you told me back at camp. And I know Joel likes you too. I’ve seen the way he looks at you. I hope you like me as well.” She said matter of factly.

You looked to Joel who couldn’t look at you, looking to embarrassed that his secret was out.

“I…Joel…is that true?” You pried.

“Y-yes. I’ve had a crush on you for a long time. Years. I just…thought you were out of my league and I didn’t want to ruin our friendship.” He confessed.

“Oh my god….” You didn’t know what to say.

“I’d like for us to figure something out. I don’t want to choose one. And I don’t want you choosing either. I think we could make it work.” Wednesday took one of your hands in hers and one of Joel’s in the other.

“M-me too.” Joel agreed. They both looked at you for your answer.

You stood there shocked. This is not what you expected at all. “I…uh.” You looked down at your hand in Wednesday’s before you felt Joel pick up your other hand and rub his thumb on the back of it. “Y-yeah. Okay.” You nodded.

~

It’s 20 years later and you’re cooking dinner while Wednesday sits at the table reading a biography written by some serial killer. She looks so much like her mom now.

You heard Joel walk through the door before he came into the kitchen. He grew his hair out slightly, still curly as ever. His style didn’t change much, still a nerd but a more gothic nerd now.

“Hi, darling.” He kissed Wednesday’s hand that she held out for him, a small smile on her red lips as she never took her eyes off her book.

He came over to you and hugged you from behind, kissing your shoulder. “My love.”

“Hello, Joel. How was work?” You asked.

“Hectic as always, you know those kids, always making a mess during a lab.”

Joel had become a science teacher at the local school, just like you thought he would and you couldn’t be more proud.

“Where’s Morty?” He asked as his hands migrated to your hips, pulling you closer and kissing your neck.

“With Lucky. He’ll be staying the night.” Wednesday replied, watching you two. Considering she wasn’t very affectionate, she enjoyed seeing her two lovers interact.

Lucky was Pugsley’s son. Morty, which was short for Mortis, wasn’t actually biologically any of yours. He showed up on your doorstep one day as an infant in a basket with a note asking for him to be loved. And loved he was. You all adored him and so did the rest of the family. No one cared that he wasn’t born into the family, he will always be an Addams.

“Dinner will be ready soon.” You reached up and lightly scratched at Joel’s scalp as he hummed, careful not to get your ring stuck in his hair.

You and Joel had gotten officially married as you both desired to do so, Wednesday still wasn’t keen on marriage but that didn’t mean she wasn’t any less in the relationship. Everyone was so supportive of your odd arrangement and you couldn’t be happier.

For once, you finally had the life you’ve always wanted.

[soaln]

‼️⁉️🙏🏽 Gotta be the first to request you know what I'm saying

Can you make a poly relationship between the male reader (preferably FTM but whatever works), Sanji and Zoro!

It can be any scenario because I can't think (don't be angst, not trying to cry my eyes out.)

- Mr. Off

╰┈➤ ZORO & SANJI

🎀 ;; fluff,male reader (ftm),poly <3,fem dni,bad grammar,idk if it’s angst(im sorry 😭if it is),lazy at the end,ooc(like always)

🌸 ;; got not idea for an one shot

HEADCANONS,,

• The thought of dating both Zoro and Sanji was something that you didn’t expect. You never thought that’ll happen.

• when you first interact with Zoro and Sanji it wasn’t like love at first sight you were quite distant. They didn’t mind of course.

• you started to get along with Sanji,because of your cooking skills how bad/good you were at it. Then with Zoro it’s mostly because of some missions/adventure forced both of you to socialize a bit to not be awkward.

• As the months passed, you began to develop some feelings for these two people. At first you didn’t thought much of it but when you started to realize this love who was more than that of a love of friendship,you panicked.

• Sanji was huge womanizer and Zoro,well you didn’t know much. You began to deny those feelings.

• after finding out this feeling,talking to them wasn’t like before it wasn’t smooth and sweet it was hesitant.

• Sanji was the first to notice your change of attitude. He always observed you whether from far or near [kinda creepy].

• when you came in the crew he didn’t thought much of you,women was his top priorities.When you mentioned your cooking skills he wanted to see how ‘good you were.

• that’s what made you guys closer than b4. The cook started to caught some feelings for you,he didn’t want to believe it,him falling for a man ? And it took time for him to realize his feelings[you’re totally his bi awakening w Zoro🔥]

• Finally,Zoro,he realized your change of attitude when he was talking and he just turned his head around for few seconds you already disappeared.

• he didn’t know what to say he was just irritated. It also took a while for Zoro to start having feelings for you.

• You guys got closer because of a random situation you guys got yourselves into. He first impression on you was that you’re gonna be as annoying as Sanji [judging by your looks] he thought wrong.

• Zoro isn’t best with emotion and everybody know it. When he find out his crush for you well he asked Robin some help she was kind of surprised ‘cause Zoro seems like a person who wouldn’t fall in love with someone but she didn’t judge and said ‘you should confess first,[Name] isn’t the type to confess first.’

• When Sanji found out about Zoro’s crush he wasn’t happy about [ofc he wouldn’t 😒] but he decided to not fight about it.

• He chooses to share you,Zoro was surprised by that but he didn’t mind it the rivalry between them was still there.

• They both asked you out,you felt your face turning warm and you mumble your words well you accept both of them.

• The first time getting together was quite awkward none of you really dated someone.(maybe sanji)

• but you guys started to get comfortable after few months. Sanji and Zoro started to fight over you,of who could make you feel better.

• at first it was a little annoying but you get used to it.

• When you guys go on dates it’s really funny [for you specially] seeing them fight makes you laugh for some reason.

• baths. Baths with each other,well Sanji and Zoro are both male assigned At birth,you were ashamed of your chest scars and genital pars and so uncomfortable.

• They didn’t want to force you,so they waited until you were comfortable.

•but you finally decided to fight it and tell them that you’re a trans guy,well they aren’t the first person you told about your transition [it was chopper] and you knew they will not care about it and support you.

• It was in the kitchen,Sanji on Zoro were both here. "I’m trans." You blurted. Zoro was the one who was the most confused in the kitchen,but he didn’t cared about it so much he supported you and told you that a man shouldn’t be ashamed of his scars.

• Sanji was supporting you,and will be helping you the most in your dysphoric day calling some randoms manly petnames to comfort you.(he’s such a bbg <3)

[s1llysmut]

Hazbin characters react to you coming out as trans FTM

A/N: I wanted to do a little something for pride month so maybe I’ll make a few of these sorts of things? Let me know if I should!

Lucifer

You: Lucifer… I think I might be transgender

Lucifer: Okay cool what should I call you?

You: Wait thats it? You’re not judging me?

Lucifer: The bible is God’s silly rules, not mine.

Charlie

You: Charlie I’m transgender.

Charlie: Oh! Okay! That’s great! I’m so glad you found yourself *deadname*! Oh shoot sorry! What should I call you now?

You: Y/n please.

Charlie: Awww that’s an awesome name! It fits you so well!

Alastor

You: Alastor I’m transgender.

Alastor: A what now?

You: It means I was born in a female body but I’m a man.

Alastor: Ah I see I see… for a small price I could give you the body you wish for.

You: Really? What’s the price?

Alastor: Your soul.

Adam

You: Adam I’m transgender.

Adam: What the fuck is a transformer?

You: Transgender. It means I was born a girl but I’m actually a guy.

Adam: So you’re a dude in a chick’s body? That’s sick! I’d love to have my own pair of tits!

Vaggie

You: Vaggie I’m transgender.

Vaggie: Alright. Name and pronouns?

Lute

You: Lute I’m transgender.

Lute: Okay? And I’m a cis woman, get this work done.

Angel Dust

You: I’m transgender.

Angel: Fuck yeah! I always thought you were hot, I was worried I turned straight or something! Nope, turns out you’re a dude after all!

Vox

You: I’m transgender.

Vox: Okay? I’m in the wrong body too sweetheart, I’m a fucking tv. Get back to work.

Sir Pentious

You: I’m transgender.

Pentious: Yesssssss…. What?

You: It means I was born a girl but I’m actually a guy.

Pentious: Ohhhh alright.

Velvette

You: Velvette I’m transgender

Velvette: Perfect! I need more men to model these suits. This way babe.