#Smiles: Trans Masculine Studies

[moonferry]

*rubbing hands together like a gremlin* you guys want some stardew headcanons thst have been rotating in my mind like a gas station hotdog? no? well here they are anyway.

* leah has a sketchbook full of candids of people from town. if you choose to romance leah, she has a LOT of sketches of the farmer

* sebastian is trans masculine/nonbinary and uses he/they pronouns

* leah is actually robin's younger sister & moved to pelican town because robin had mentioned how peaceful it was

* sandy is trans feminine (she's also soo wife)

* abby would've absolutely loved among us

* maru secretly has a crush on penny

* jas makes shane play dress up. he acts annoyed but enjoys spending time with jas

* clint is an avid reddit user . do with that what you will.

* i think abby majored in political studies or graphic design

* harvey has a tooth gap and freckles

* elliott has DEFINITELY recreated the fork-hairbrush scene from the little mermaid

* harvey is allergic to cats but he powers through for the farmer

* abby DEFINITELY uses tumblr

* harvey has a little plane nightlight. not because he's scared of the dark but because he thinks it's cool. if you romance him, he puts it in the child(ren)'s bedroom.

* elliott wears hair curlers to bed.

* penny has a collection of drawings that jas and vince made for her. she puts them on her fridge.

* sam is an android user (and yes, it's purely because people kept calling him "samsung")

* wlw haley. that is all.

* haley takes pictures and sometimes lets leah borrow them/use them as a painting reference

* sebby with top scars. ooogh.

* maru has a cluster of freckles on her shoulder shaped like the little dipper.

* abby dyes her hair & once did all rainbow and cosplayed rainbow dash.

* the farmer and haley often call and have late night gossip sessions

* sam's phone wallpaper is a really zoomed in or a 0.5 photo of the farmer / whoever is his partner

* sebastian types in all lower case

* sam types in all caps.

* i think it would be really funny if seb just had sam in his phone as Samson (that grammar and everything) just because it's so unlike his usual typing and he does it to piss sam off

* it's no secret that sam is very forgetful, however i think this helped him become friends with penny. penny is very organized and has every important date (ie birthdays) memorized. --- she NEVER forgets a birthday. --- one day, penny heard sam repeating a phrase to himself so he wouldn't forget what he needed to do. penny encouraged him to write it down and even showed him how to write on a rubber band. sam adopted this and everytime he sees penny he'll smile widely and hold up his wrist (which will have anywhere from 6-10 rubber bands at the time. poor boy).

that's all for now. i may add more later idk. let me know if y'all want me to rack my brain for more of these

[beatrixst0nehill]

"Here we go, last day living as a 'girl'! Hope no one's too bummed, I guess I couldn't keep having fun as a sorority girl with huge cow tits forever. I can't believe my university is really doing this, I swear it's one big kink to these people to see trans girls detrans. Soooo, basically I was just going about my life, hooking up with boys, having fun partying at college and this morning one of my friends is like, 'Hey, Josie, did you know Prop 843 passed?' I lied and said I had no idea what that was. She giggled and groped one of my tits, smiling as she said that my college was about to force me to detrans.

I was like, 'WTF you can't be serious!' She kept groping my breasts, rubbing up against me, making me sooooo hard! She said my breasts were going to get chopped off immediately. I was stunned. I asked her if that was true and she was SO giddy! She miiiiight have rode my cock as she held out a video on her phone explaining Prop 843. Basically, at the discretion of all Kentucky universities, all trans students could be enlisted into a statewide detrans study. If we're between 19 and 25. And I'm 19, almost 20. By discretion, they were supposed to enlist uncertain and questioning trans people, instead they're only targeting the most passing trans people, almost exclusively those of us who never went through the wrong puberty and started blockers in junior high.

I was just getting used to really enjoying getting to be a girl, but I've already spent most of my life living as a girl, so I'll probably wind up as some femboy crossdresser anyway..... Which my friend reminded me I already was as she rode my cock. Guess I better embrace being a dumb boy. This sucks so bad though! I can't believe this bill actually passed! I miiiiight have voted for a few of the people saying they wanted to create it. But just as like a weird kink, like of course these people weren't going to actually win the election and pass this bill! But it made me hard af. Picturing it happening....... I nutted so many times fantasizing about it. I never thought it'd really happen! I was blushing so much as my friend rode my poor swollen cock, giggling and moaning all of her inner transphobic thoughts as she showed me the video, telling me she could always tell I was a boy even before we showered together, that it was so obvious I wasn't a girl. And of course her words only made me even harder and cum right into her pussy...... Um, hopefully all this estrogen that ballooned my boobs to this side made my cum too weak to impregnate anybody...... Ughhhh, guess it's time I get ready to embrace being a boy! Wish me luck!"

"Holyyyy fuck, guys! I am so happy I got detransed! Life is incredible now! I mean, don't get me wrong, getting fucked constantly by horny muscular frat boys was a dream come true, but now I'm like the femboy stud of the sorority. I 'officially' just volunteer here as a 'breeding adviser', but what I really do is use my newly enlarged cock to show all these college nymphos what a man I was always meant to be! Of course I still dress fem and I have my submissive days...... But this is seriously so much better than being a tanned bimbo trans girl with a tiny five-inch cock.

It's been almost a year since my last post and yes, at first it sucked. They practically shaved my head and chopped off my boobs immediately, as well as putting me on dick growth pills, a fuckton of T to masculinize me really fast, and steroids, mandating a new workout regimen to help unfeminize my body. I still look fucking gorgeous though! But now with way stronger arms, no giant udders weighing me down, and a fourteen-inch cock to destroy unsuspecting little sluts' pussies with. Honestly, facial hair is easy enough to cover with makeup, but sometimes I rock the beard for fun. I love having a deeper voice and all the ways my bone structure changed so fast to undo the unnatural girl puberty I cruelly forced on my body.

Finally, I'm getting to become who I was meant to be! A femboy stud who fucks anyone at this sorority no matter how vulnerable and pregnant they are. For all the bitching and moaning about locker rooms and bathrooms girls drag me into their spaces constantly now to fuck their brains out before a big test or game. Thankfully my cock is pumped full of so many drugs I can go for hours and barely feel tired. It's almost embarrassing looking back at my old vids and pictures, like how could I ever walk around with giant fat tits like that? 🤮 I was such a proud little whore, no wonder I was nothing but an ass to fuck for every guy here until I detransed and got my act together! Sooooo embarrassing looking back, but we all have our cringe phases! Some are just way worse than others! Hopefully more states pass this type of bill, please please please beg your representatives to introduce similar legislation in your state! I see a lot of 'girls' on my feed who need to face reality and detrans already! ❤️"

[batbeato]

Someone asked me on my retrospring if I preferred the Umineko manga or VN. (I prefer the VN, for a lot of extra details and lovely prose).

But that reminded me of the manga-specific Confession chapters, which I have an incredible amount of issues with, so I'd like to talk about that a bit.

The very first problem with it is this: it goes against the fundamental principles of Umineko, not just in opening the catbox, but in how it contradicts Sayo's character.

Sayo wrote her forgeries and created her entire murder mystery to confess her crimes and try to have someone understand her feelings. They feel so much shame and guilt over everything that they are incapable of openly confessing to someone about everything and must instead use this oblique method. Even Beatrice never openly confesses everything, no matter how hard she is trying to get Battler to understand her. Even when she must use the red truth to deny witches against EVA, she asks Battler to cover his ears so that he doesn't hear it.

Why would Sayo create this direct confession of everything and then put it into the sea like all their other message bottles? Genuinely... why? They are already writing their forgeries as confessions and want someone to use those to understand them. This is what multiple characters state Beatrice's goal is and also state that someone understanding her will grant her peace/happiness.

The answer is that there is no reason besides a contrivance to:

a. have Ange (and us, the audience) learn about Sayo's backstory without having love to "see" it

b. explain why Ikuko (and thus Tohya) know everything about Sayo to be able to write their forgeries (a lesser reason, but one nevertheless, that also reduces the potential effort Tohya spent to learn more about Sayo by studying her forgeries)

Also, this manga differs from how EP7 frames Yasu as a bodiless being, one without a sense of self who takes on different "roles" - Yasu becomes Beatrice, but is also separate from Beatrice in the narration, speaking of "us" but not speaking of a self as "myself" or "me". They can become their personas, but they are not their personas directly.

In Confession, we see that everyone besides "Sayo" is just an illusion or fake, centering Sayo as "the real one".

"And when I was myself, I could actually smile and be happy" - implying that Beatrice and Kanon are not her true self, and only "Shannon" is, as Shannon isn't mentioned in the above section.

Another thing is that this chapter introduces more contradictions than just characterization ones. Nanjo mentions that Natsuhi pushed the servant and baby off the cliff.

However, how does Nanjo know this? I tried to figure this out, as someone asked me about it on here before. But no one was there at the time. They had to have guessed this, or assumed this, or else somehow overheard Natsuhi talking about it.

Was this line meant to confirm that Natsuhi did, without a doubt, push Lion off the cliff? But this was already pretty much confirmed, given Lion's existence and all the discussion about it in 5 and 7.

Also, it seems as though it's trying to confirm that Sayo is trans and AMAB, but Nanjo specifically says "though you could not bear children". Hopefully some weird translation thing... on the official translation... (@dainadjakyou checked her Japanese copy and thankfully this is a mistranslation; it's meant to be that Sayo is unable to have children in general).

But otherwise, well. It doesn't manage to even confirm that Sayo is AMAB, whether that line is a mistranslation or not, since if Sayo was born with ovaries and those ovaries were destroyed by the accident, Sayo's body wouldn't produce enough estrogen to have a feminizing puberty, which would be similar to if Sayo was born with testes that were destroyed (not enough T for a masculinizing puberty).

I should also mention that for whatever reason, even though it canonizes the fact that Sayo has a scar on their abdomen, this scar is never depicted despite the fact that we see Sayo's abdomen. Just didn't draw it. So it has internal contradictions, too.

Oh, it does confirm that apparently Jessica didn't know that Kinzo was dead. Somehow.

It also tries to confirm or at least more heavily imply that Kinzo was responsible for the Italian/Japanese fighting in EP7.

As much as Confession confirms some details, overall it contradicts Sayo's character and other depictions of them in the story while also adding some new contradictions, not managing to properly confirm several things it clearly wants to hammer in, and also contradicts itself at some points due to what I'm assuming is either artistic oversight or poorly thought out stylistic choice.

Opening the catbox didn't need to be this way. And yet, it is.

[caliburn-the-sword]

tlc winter thoughts chapters 56-86

okay i didn't read 30 chapters in one day because i actually have a lot to study. and making these posts takes time. but also i took a break for like 2 days from reading because i couldn't stand the alpha stuff. here we go. like i've mentioned before, the closer i get to the climax, the less commentary i make

damn winter has reached a friendship level high enough for scarlet to start traumadumping her Tragic Backstory LMAO

look i get that this is meant to be serious but every single time the word alpha is uttered i feel nauseous LMAO

"I already have an alpha mate" i am RETCHING. i want to smash my head through a wall. i need to bleach my eyeballs and also my brain to get rid of any existence of it in my memory

something something the genetically engineered wolf soldiers are an analogy for toxic masculinity. i'm honestly really embarrassed that it took me THREE books (four including fairest) to get that. whoopsies. critical thinking and reading comprehension went out the window. winter slayed so hard by curing them of fantasy sexism lmao

cringing at all the howling. sorry. furry behaviour

"Wolf. Ze’ev. Her alpha mate." i should have stopped reading the day i hit scarlet and first saw all the alpha stuff. god this is so cringe. i can't take anymore scenes with scarlet in it as much as i love her. take me back to jacin or cinder's group

"Or maybe it was just Winter, who could make a rock fall in love with her if she smiled at it the right way." scarlet that's not a very heterosexual thing to think

"a girl of ice and snow" omg guys a new y/a title just dropped!!!

"She struggled to think of what to call herself. The pilot? The alpha female?" SCARLET STOPPPPPPPPPPPP

"He growled at her. Scarlet growled back." what if that was my last straw??? what if i just stopped reading this book right here right now

usually, i find the whole "we need you to fight with us. will you??" to a usually hostile group as really cringe and i'm not able to suspend my disbelief. but in this case it was REALLY well executed. i enjoyed it. that's a high honour i bestow, the only other time i liked it was in black panther (and that barely counts because the jibari weren't hostile, just reclusive)

hearing all the successes of the revolution is like music to my ears

omg iko is SO sweet to give up limbs for cinder <3

WING NUT. it's been so long since i've heard that delightful little insult <3

oh no there is no way that's jacin. that has to be a hallucination. or maybe someone is using their lunar gift on her

UH OH I DON'T TRUST OLD LADIES

why did it never occur to me that the sour apple lollies were eventually gonna be the poisoned apple?? i feel so stupid lmao

this is it winter is gonna get poisoned - OMG WITH LETUMOSIS I SHOULD HAVE GUESSED

NO NO NO SCARLET IS NOT ALLOWED TO DIE OF LETUMOSIS

YAY WOLF CHAPTER IT'S BEEN SO LONG

lone wolf ze'ev~ still just as bad as all that alpha stuff

ah with everything cinder and iko are saying about the timelines of chips being uploaded and malfunctions and adri disabling iko the first time, i'm guessing the patent for garan's design is stored in iko's chip or something

no. jail. wolf is not allowed to be all changed and brainwashed again. this is peeta mellark all over again. i wanted angst but not THIS much

"New chemicals and hormones pumping through his veins. Testosterone. Adrenaline. Pheromones." PHEREMONES??? JAILLLL. that said i will pick and choose and twist the words to suit my own meaning. because he's been injected with more testosterone i've decided he's trans. this is my next agenda i'm spreading, along with bisexual thorne and bisexual scarlet and kai x thorne. i will be the most insufferable damn person in this fandom

i literally cannot take wolf seriously being called a pup. i know this is dramatic. but i am retching

i appreciate kai's absolute dedication. his self sacrifice. he has got the weight of the world on his shoulders at 18. i'm close to turning 18 and am just reading a funky sci-fi book in the middle of class. i could never. he will be perhaps the only monarch i respect (however i would more greatly appreciate it if he declared a democracy at the end of the book)

not thorne and cress AGAIN. thorne EW. that is a MINOR. uh oh, that sounds like pedo-pedo-pedo-pedophilia

YAY IT'S JACIN AGAIN. IT'S BEEN SO LONG

random things that are canon that i'm filing away for later: cress and iko having the same shoe size

now iko's self sacrifice to get the vax

STATUE OF ARTEMIS. KSDJHCFNW i love references to greek mythology. chang'e when

HELP. i get that cress is very sheltered and upset here. but thorne was literally just kissed without consent by this lunar and it was COMPLETELY glossed over. not helping the "men want it" "men don't get raped" stereotypes. yikes. uncomfy as fuck

still praying against all odds that thorne rejects her because she's a young impressionable girl

EW. that was the most uncomfortable longest thing i've experienced ever in my life. gross. i wish thorne a very go to jail forever. i literally have a full blown crisis when i get a crush on someone that's only ONE YEAR younger than me. how the fuck is he literally ATTRACTED to someone 4 years younger than him, a literal baby. gross. thank goodness these are fictional people. reminding myself over and over that no one was actually hurt

cannot bring myself to feel a single bit of empathy for thorne getting dragged away by the lunars. idc. he can die so that he stops grooming cress. yikes

WINTER IS BEING WOKEN UP. EVERYONE IT'S HAPPENING THE SNOW WHITE MOMENT IS HAPPENING

"For the first time in her life, no one could say she was beautiful." vs jacin literally thinking about how beautiful winter was even when sick. i am physically ill. miss marissa meyer how could you do this to me. pay for my therapy

istg i'm not just saying this because i'm aussie like the diplomat but honestly it's SO embarrassing for adult characters to be outsmarted by teenagers. like how is this full grown adult not realising she'd be manipulated by a lunar if that's what a lunar wanted before kai did, EVEN if kai knows her and knows her to be a shell. context clues girlie

it's nice to see unusual characters like kai and cress interact. it's very sweet

yay!! kai knows cinder is alive now

torin is such a goddamn hero. why do i sense he's going to get killed for the delay tho. praying for his safety. i don't like these death flags

YES FINALLY A LUNAR CARVING OF A WOMAN CARRYING A RABBIT. A JADE RABBIT. IT'S CHANG'E. YIPPEEEEEE. admittedly i don't know the other moon gods. once i have the time and am interested i will defo look them up

YAY IKO IS BACK

i love that even through wolf's absolute hunger and mental torment he's still able to recognise that kai absolutely does not want to get married and sees his misery. some small part of him still sees kai as a friend who he should be concerned for relieved that wolf hasn't forgotten his mother as much as i hate to see aimery

VIVA LA REVOLUTION BITCHES

i hope to see adri and pearl suffer more

scarlet and wolf reunion <3 the alpha thing ruined it

things i need on a transcendent level: cinder to user her lunar gift to make levana hallucinate dancing in red hot shoes. i have no thoughts just vibes. i sense that the next post will be my last winter reactions post

@eddisfargo @francforever @winterrhayle @winterpinetrees @shellyseashell @luna-maximoff-22 @queenjazz7 @mtmousie @dramatic-jellybean

[sweet-demiboi]

Warnings: reader is trans male, students are transphobic, she/her is used by them for the reader (but only in the beginning, then there's no mention of transphobia), reader gets his shots from Roger as I decided that Brian is scared of needles also it adds a little depth to Roger's and reader's friendship, kissing at the end, dysphoria because reader hasn't had top surgery yet, also talk about not having enough money (that's normal for a college student I think, though), can be read as poc and/or asexual folks, Ig

This is the request

Summary: You and Brian get to know each other in university. He is your biggest supporter as you are trans and soon he becomes even more.

Please, no Fem!Readers - Thank you for respecting my boundaries :)

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I should've known that it was stupid.

The thought had been in your head all day long and every person around you seemed to have it in their eyes.

They were looking you up and down weirdly or leaned over to their friends, whispering something in their ear. The next look they would give you was disgusted.

Some people didn't even bother to lower their voices.

"She is so confused, Jesus, it's actually so embarassing."

"She may be trying, but she's never going to look like a real boy."

"She should've kept her hair long. No boy will want her as his girlfriend now."

The worst was, you started to believe those voices you heard speaking in the hallway. Even though they were only softly spoken, they managed to creep deeply inside your head. Sometimes they seemed to come out of nowhere, but they would never loosen their grip on you when you focused on them once.

You were thinking about going to another university, but would it really be any different? You didn't think so, you could only hope. But hope was a rare thing to come by as you probably didn't even have enough money to spent to move elsewhere.

You sighed into your books - you were really trying to read them, but couldn't manage to understand even one paragraph. Astrology had always fascinated you, but right now, you couldn't get your thoughts away from your outing as a trans man.

You had cut your hair, thrown on the most masculine clothes you owned and rote yourself a name tag, with your real name on it.

Nobody had used it even once, but it was still pinned to your button up. Underneath were your band-aids, which were supposed to hide your chest.

"Hi, would you mind if I sat next to you?"

You raised your head at the guy next to you. He had long, curly hair and a bag made of leather on his shoulder, which seemed to pop open any moment from the amount of notes he had stuffed inside.

"No, not at all." You moved your books and papers to your right, so he would have some space next to you.

"Thanks, that's very kind of you.", he smiled at you "(Y/N), right?"

You imagined your eyes widened a little and soon after you repeated his words in your head a wide smile took over your face "Yeah, that's right."

"I'm Brian, nice to meet you."

He held out his hand for you to shake, which you did. It was soft, except for the tips of his fingers, at least as far as you could tell.

"Nice to meet you too. What are you studying?"

"Astrophysics - what about you?"

"Astrology - almost the same as you, just with less math."

He chuckled at that "Well, that's true. Which is your favorite constelation?"

He made you smile, and your ears were probably turning red, because of the joy you felt.

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You were meeting up with Brian for studying quite often after that. He was nice to have around and also great at explaining when there was in fact some maths popping up in your books.

His voice was very calming to hear and he almost always had a smile for you, even after a whole day of lectures.

When it was getting late, you often moved to some small bars to continue with learning and writing papers.

On some days, when the library was to full of people, you were moving to little cafés. You drank way too much coffee and ate cake, but managed to stay up late this way and walk home under the stars. Of course, you couldn't really see much of them, but in the parks you had a little advantage, which was that there were usually not as many street-lights.

In retrospect, it was quite romantic and you two wouldn't do shit about stopping it.

Soon, Brian introduced you to his friends, whom all managed to get your name and pronouns right from day one. They were all lovely and kind to you. Especially Freddie and Roger would show support.

But it was still Brian who accompanied you to your doctor's appointments, because you were way to nervous to go there alone.

Finally, the day had come when Brian left the room to give you some privacy. He showed you a last thumbs-up when the door fell shut and you got your first t-shot.

You walked out with a face of pure joy, and he hugged you tight.

You were able to receive those shots in your upper arm, so you wouldn't need to visit your doctor every week. She encouraged you to let her do some monthly check-ups though.

It was Roger who would give you those shots, though as Brian was actually scared of needles and you couldn't manage to reach those spots in a good angle.

Soon, his friends became your friends as well. They would playfully joke about your voice sounding like one of a teenage boy, but it brought you some great joy to hear that.

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"Hey, (Y/N), what's wrong?"

"Hi, Bri"

You looked up from behind your pillow. Brian was standing in the middle of your room of the flat you were sharing with your friends. They had let him inside, already knowing him well enough to not be concerned.

They were the ones who made playful jokes about you and him as a couple. You were always shushing them, when he came over, although, you thought that he might caught on to something already.

"Nothing's wrong, exactly.", you sat up on your bed and looked over at him.

"Am I allowed to sit down?"

"Yes, of course, go ahead."

When he sat next to you, he gave you a smile.

"Your voice is sounding a lot better than a few weeks ago."

"Yeah", you laughed "It was kind of funny, but I'm glad I don't sound like a teenager in his voice crack anymore."

Brian's eyes were crinkling in a laugh "I am too. But because I like your voice deep."

You felt your ears turning red, mumbling a shy thanks at him.

"Anyway, I want to know what concerns you right now. And don't try to deny it. I know something is up."

"Okay, you win", you shrugged "I'm not happy with my chest. I want my surgery as soon as possible, but right now it's not possible, financially."

Brian sighed "I know.", he took your hand in his carefully "And I want you to know that you're handsome, no matter what. You are looking very masculine to me. You're beautiful, okay?"

"Okay.", you smiled. It were the words you needed to hear. Brian always seemed to know them.

"Good." You could see his eyes looking into your own and then down to your lips.

"I am going to ask you something very direct." You nodded, vaguely suspecting what that might be.

"Am I allowed to kiss you?"

Your smile definetly was overtaking your features, now.

"Yes, you are."

"Great.", he whispered and then leaned down to meet your lips halfway. His kiss was soft and chaste at the same time, his mouth moving nicely against your own.

You were thankful for sitting down, as your knees felt like jelly, when he moved his fingers to your chin to carefully move your head in the direction he wanted. He gave your other hand a little squeeze, which made you chuckle against him.

You felt his smile, when you stopped kissing for a moment. In the next, your hands were on his cheeks and your tongue in his mouth - Brian didn't complain one bit.

"Would you like to go on a date with me?", you breathed out, when you parted.

"I would love to! I'm glad you asked, I think I would've been too shy to ask out such a handsome guy."

"Well, I'm not used to a pretty man being interested in me, either."

"Oh, please", he turned his head a little away from you, but you could still see his smile and "You're blushing!", you chuckled.

Brian was laughing a little embarassed, but you were littering his rosy cheeks in kisses until he was genuienly smiling and had a very red head.

"Do you feel better, now?"

"Yes", you moved your hand down to the back of his neck "And you?"

"Me too.", he gave you another little kiss, which was by far not the last one of the day.

[olivia-anderson-fanfic]

Yuu can do it!

Part 21

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As Enma watched Lilia jumpscare Kuroki by appearing out of nowhere just to set his hands on his shoulders, he only thought two things:

1) AAAAAAAAA.

2) He was going to learn magic if it was the last thing he did.

They were very conflicting thought processes, but what could he say? He was a complex fellow.

A complex fellow that was holding his chest like an elderly grandma who had just seen a trans person for the first time, perhaps, but a complex fellow nonetheless.

Speaking of…

Ito recovered from their moment of terror enough to mumble the words: “May I have your pronouns?”

“Sure,” Lilia said, smiling. “I wasn’t really using those, anyways.”

“What do you –?” Ito (now they/them/he/him) started, only to nearly fall out of their/his chair. “WHAT THE FUCK?! I’VE BEEN GENDERED?!”

“Well, you did ask,” Lilia (now / ) pointed out.

“No! I just – I don’t want them!”

Lilia shrugged. “Okay.”

Ito (they/he/him) gave Lilia ( /them) a horrified look.

“Hey, wait a minute, them is mine!”

“But didn’t you say that you wanted me to have it?”

This proceeded to go on for several minutes.

Eventually, Ito managed to fix their pronouns. With the help of Cater, who seemed very much used to these kinds of shenanigans happening when he was around Lilia. Maybe they would have fixed it faster, but Kalim had tried to help and had gotten his own gender stolen. Which he didn’t seem to particularly mind, but it did make giving Lilia masculine pronouns again hard, because his pronouns started to recognize as he^2/him^2 and that was just confusing. Could you imagine trying to say that in casual conversation? Enma could. Because he had had to stumble his way through it. It was torture.

But the torture was over, hopefully, and Lilia settled into the seat by Kuroki. Who looked like he had accidentally bitten into a lemon.

Enma leaned across a still-stunned Kuroki, resting his arms atop the boy’s head, to talk to Lilia. “You can teleport?”

Grim made a squeaking noise. “I was hoping I just missed him walking over…”

“Evidently,” Lilia said, grinning in a way that showed off tiny fangs.

“You’re more shocked by the teleporting than the pronoun thing?” Ace asked, still a little pale.

Enma shrugged. “I’m fine with my pronouns, don’t really need any more or less. However…” He trailed off, his face gaining a strange kind of smile. “Teleportation…” he said dreamily.

“It’s a fae thing,” Cater explained, shrugging.

Enma pouted. His plans for getting places easily were now foiled. Ignore the fact that he couldn’t do magic and wouldn’t have been able to anyways.

“You could always become a changeling,” Lilia offered.

Enma brightened up again.

“Absolutely not,” Ito said.

He groaned. “Well, I guess if mom says no, I can’t.”

“Kalim-senpai, can I have your tray for a sec?”

Kalim scooped everything off his tray and started to give it to Ito, very obviously unaware of the attempted murder he was about to assist in, but Jamil reached between them and took the tray before Ito could get their hands on the weapon. And then he took the opportunity to start cleaning up after the pair of them, muttering something about needing to leave to make Kalim study for a test they had next period.

Kalim yelped and immediately started looking through his bag, presumably for a notebook or textbook to study from.

“Well, aren’t you all just bursting at the seams with youth?” Lilia commented, watching the pair of Scarabia students rush away to go do some very last-minute cramming while Ito and Enma (who were both weaponless and sad) settled for making rude faces and gestures at each other over the table.

Ito and Enma paused in their contest to see who could screw up their face more to give Lilia a strange look. The first years all traded bewildered expressions. Who talks like that?

Cater and Trey, however, looked unfazed… so, apparently, Lilia did. Maybe he was a Shakespeare stan or something.

“Regardless, the reason I came here was to help your friend with the glasses tell you that I am not at the age one would call a child.”

Enma tipped his head to the side. He certainly didn’t act young, and Enma would certainly say that he acted old enough to be a third-year, but the wording of that was strangely careful. The way the fae worded everything was strangely careful, for that matter. Why did he feel like that was important? Why did he feel like he had heard something like that somewhere before?

“But I would also like to inform you that you needn’t talk about and observe us from afar,” Lilia continued. “Are we not all students of the same school? We at Diasomnia welcome you with open arms.”

Glances were spared for the other Diasomnia students, who should definitely not be included in the ‘we’ that Lilia had opted to use. They glared at their table with so much fervor that Enma felt the need to lean away, dragging Kuroki with him. Their glare did not let up in the slightest, but Kuroki seemed to relax a little now that there was about half a meter of space between them, so… a win? Maybe?

Deuce cringed. “Maybe you open us with open arms…”

“Until then,” Lilia said, showing no real sign that he’d heard him other than a wicked little grin. “I apologize for dropping in on your meal. Goodbye.”

And then, just as suddenly as he had appeared, Lilia was gone.

Ace’s eyes flitted over to the Diasomnia table as if to confirm that the fae had gone back, before leaning in to whisper conspiratorially: “Their table is 20 meters away, easy, how the hell did he know that we were talking about him?”

“I don’t think whispering is going to make much of a difference at this point,” Ito sighed.

“Yeah…” Trey said. “A lot of the people from Diasomnia are… interesting.”

“That’s polite for ‘fucked up’,” Grim translated for the table. He looked pale, which should have been impossible for a monster covered in fur, but here they were.

“No, it’s polite for ‘interesting’,” Trey said delicately.

“All of the people in that dorm are good with magic. A bunch of them are fae, too, though, so that makes sense,” Cater said in the kind of tone that suggested that it was common knowledge in this world that fae were better with magic. The Yuus all nodded along accordingly.

Cater nodded back, as if he too was caught up in their false sageness. “Their dorm leader, Malleus Draconia, is, like, the Diasomnia students’ Diasmonia student.”

Enma snapped his fingers. “Malleus Draconia. I heard people talking about him at the ceremony. He’s one of the top mages in the world, right?”

Trey nodded. “Top five, at the very least.”

“And he’s still in school?” Enma asked.

Kuroki groaned and elbowed him in the side. “We’re not going to go pester one of the top mages in the world for information.”

Enma huffed. He is being oppressed by his roommates.

Cater gave an awkward little laugh. “Yeah, no, don’t do that. He’s his own special brand of crazy.”

Ace snorted. “Not that we can talk about crazy dorm heads, though. I mean, the Heartslabyul one collared me for eating a damn tart.”

Ito began making cutting motions across their neck in a clear ‘shut up’ that made even Enma press his lips together to make sure that he was following the instructions.

Ace, however, was too busy shit-talking to notice anyone else: “His narrowmindedness is crazy.”

Everyone started frantically trying to shush him, whether that be by pressing fingers to their lips or shaking their heads or waving their hands to try and get him to actually look at them look at them look at them!

Enma followed everyone’s frantic gaze to find Riddle Rosehearts himself and he, too, started frantically elbowing Ace in the side. Unfortunately, him ‘sucking up’ to a position of authority wasn’t enough of a change in character for it to really phase the boy.

“Really, he blew right past ‘strict’ and straight into being a tyrant –.”

Kuroki finally snapped: “Ace, oh my god, shut up!”

Finally, Ace’s mouth clicked closed, and he noticed that everyone looked like they were very much preparing themselves to see a murder. Ito had bowed their head in a way that made it seem like they might be praying for the boy.

“No, no, let him continue,” Riddle said, his eyes narrowed.

Ace went very, very still.

He turned around slowly, as if he thought that if he did it slow enough Riddle might get bored and leave, until his eyes met those of his dorm leader.

He smiled in a way that was likely supposed to be placating and charming… but really just looked like a grimace. “Dormhead… hi…”

Cater gave what he clearly hoped was a winning smile. “Riddle-kun, you’re looking – uh – super crazy cute today!”

“Cater, if you run your mouth any more I’m going to take it off along with your head.”

“Shutting up,” Cater said, drawing a line across his lips to make it look like he was physically zipping them up.

“Geh,” said Grim, instantly shooting into Kuroki’s arms for protection. A terrible idea, really, Kuroki was probably the least likely to be able to do anything. But whatever. “It’s the guy that put that weird collar on me during the –!”

Kuroki used the proximity to slap his hands over the monster’s mouth.

“And you’re the students who caused all that fuss yesterday,” Riddle said, his eyes flicking away from Ace momentarily to send Grim a severe look. Kuroki was, unfortunately, caught in the crossfire, and the boy looked like he very much wanted to disappear. “I would suggest you keep a collar on your familiar. Though, perhaps, one less ‘weird’. And, perhaps, a muzzle might do him some good.”

Kuroki gave a jerky nod.

“The headmaster is far too kind.”

(Ito made a choking noise. Thankfully, they quickly covered it up by actually choking on their slice of pizza.)

“If you forgive rule breakers, the whole system will collapse. All he has to do to make sure people fall in line is lop off all their heads, but he continues to refuse to…”

Ace’s eyes widened. “He sure looks innocent, but the words that come out of his mouth never are.”

Deuce poured soup into his friend’s lap to make him shut up.

Unfortunately, Riddle did not deem this punishment enough, because he gave him a cold look. The coldness might’ve helped, though, because Ace’s pants were steaming.

Probably not. Ace was still frantically switching between frantically wiping himself off with a napkin and even more frantically looking up at Riddle.

“The headmaster might have forgiven you, but make no mistake, the next time you choose to break the rules, I most certainly will not.”

It was quiet for a moment.

“Say… Dorm leader…” Ace began, and Enma could already tell that this was going to go wrong. He elbowed him in the side, but it did nothing to deter the redhead. “Could you, maybe, remove this collar?”

Kuroki slapped his palm against his face. Ito started praying harder.

Riddle surprised them all by saying: “That was what I had been coming over here to do.”

Enma blinked. That really didn’t seem like much of a ‘tyrant’ thing to do. It had hardly been a few hours.

“But judging from the way you were talking just a moment ago, I don’t believe you’ve learned anything at all.”

Again, Enma thought that was pretty fair. Maybe the collar was a bit much, but…

“You needn’t worry about your classes, as a first-year, you’ll primarily be learning the fundamentals rather than actually using magic – especially at this point in the semester.”

Had he really taken that into account? Enma tipped his head to the side.

“Besides, if you can’t use your magic, there’s no risk of causing another scene, either. Doesn’t that sound wonderful?”

Enma was heavily reconsidering his opinion of the dorm head. From the looks of it, Ito and Kuroki might have been, too. Ito was even looking at Grim consideringly, as if they were actually thinking of trying to get the familiar a collar of his own.

But then Riddle ruined it: “Now, don’t just sit around chatting away. The 271st Law of the Queen of Hearts states that ‘One must leave their seat within 15 minutes of finishing their lunch’. If you break the rules… well, I believe I’ve made myself clear.”

They all nodded.

Except for Ace.

“Another weird as hell rule to add to the list…” he groaned.

Okay, Ace deserves his punishment, Enma decided. He had never met someone with fewer self-preservation instincts. And that was saying something, seeing as the only thing stopping him from becoming a ghost to see what it was like was the fact that he could simply ask the ghosts he already knew personally to describe it for him.

Riddle narrowed his eyes. “The correct answer is ‘Yes, Dorm Leader!’”

“Yes, Dorm Leader!” Everyone chorused.

Yes, even the Yuus and Grim. Unlike Ace, they all knew how to stay alive without relying purely on another person’s mercy.

Riddle smiled. “Very good.”

Trey finally decided to say something: “Listen, Riddle, I’ll look after them for you, okay?”

Riddle nodded. “You’re meant to be the vice dorm leader, so I expect you to get your act together.” He straightened further. Enma wasn’t even sure how he managed to do that, he already had perfect posture. “Now, according to the Laws of the Queen of Hearts, Number 339, ‘Tea after a meal should always be lemon tea with two sugars’. I must go buy sugar cubes from the school store, so I’ll be on my way.”

He shook his head as if the sugar pot not being topped off was a huge offense and then turned to leave. Enma noticed the way the boy’s eyes caught on the table of Octavinelle students (who were all muttering amongst themselves conspiratorially, their empty plates pushed aside so they could quite literally compare notes), on a Savanaclaw student who was drinking a carton of milk… he gritted his teeth as he headed towards the door, as if it physically pained him to not call them out for doing something so terrible as enjoying their lunch period.

The moment Riddle was out of earshot, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

Including a couple of the Heartslabyul students at nearby tables. He heard someone mumble something about not being able to eat hamburgers on Tuesdays, their voice somewhat muffled by the hamburger they hadn’t fully finished chewing.

Cater pretended to unzip his mouth. “That was a close one.”

Except for Ace, who turned on his friends. “Why didn’t you help? You said I was right earlier!”

Ito raised an eyebrow. “We literally said that you shouldn’t have eaten that tart. Where did you get that from?”

He huffed.

“That Riddle guy is so obnoxious,” Grim said the moment he was released.

Deuce frowned. “That’s rude, Grim!”

“He’s terrifying, more like,” Kuroki said, shaking his head.

Enma frowned and nudged Kuroki’s shoulder. Normally, he might have cuffed the boy over the head for being impolite, but he couldn’t bring himself to fully disagree so that was all he could really do.

Trey grimaced. “Riddle can be a little harsh, but that’s just him trying to make the dorm better. He’s got good intentions.”

Grim snorted. “People with good intentions don’t just randomly collar people!”

Enma sighed. “Grim. You literally set the entire ceremony on fire.”

“But it sucks,” Grim lamented.

“Yeah, his UM is pretty awful,” Cater agreed. “It seals another person’s magic for a fixed amount of time. Losing your magic as a mage really does hurt as much as the whole ‘Off with your head’ name implies. It’s like…”

“Losing a part of yourself,” Ace said dully.

Enma tried to picture it from their point of view. He was pretty sure he would be mad, too, if he managed to have magic only for it to be cut off from him, and if it hurt…

“Nono… it’s more like…” Cater snapped his fingers. “Losing your left arm. You don’t need it, really, but everything is made so much less convenient without it.”

Trey gave a small nod. “It’s not fun. But, if you just follow his rules, he’s not scary at all.”

Ace groaned. “But the rules are so dumb. Like do I really have to go out and buy a tart or else Cater will kick me out before I even get to plead my case with the dorm head?”

“Yep, per rule 53,” Cater said, winking. The amusement faded soon after, though. “I should let you know, though, that Riddle really looks forward to having the first slice of a tart, so he probably won’t forgive you unless it’s whole.”

Ace groaned. “I thought you said you wanted to just be our ‘kind, friendly senior’. Can’t you just, I don’t know, look the other way?”

“I said ‘outside of the dorm’, too,” Cater pointed out. 

Deuce frowned. “So… a whole tart. Isn’t that going to be expensive?”

Ace grimaced. “Yeah, I’m not exactly made out of money…” His eyes caught on Ito and he immediately tried to pout his way into their wallet.

“Ace, we had to con our way into getting food for all of us.”

Ace cursed as he realized that, yeah, no, he wasn’t going to get anything from the Yuus. Not because they didn’t want to help (though, perhaps, this was also the case depending on which Yuu you were talking about), but because they physically couldn’t.

“If we can get access to the school kitchens, maybe we could make a tart? I’d suggest our kitchen, but…” Kuroki said, wincing.

Cater nodded. “That’s how we get them in Heartslabyul, anyways. All of the tarts made for our Unbirthday parties are made by Trey, here, actually.”

Ace’s eyes widened. “You made that? Holy shit. If you’d told me they were bought, I’d have believed you.”

Enma gave a tiny smile. “Senpai, could they, maybe, use some of your stuff to make a tart? Or, at least, could they get a recipe?”

Trey hummed thoughtfully. “I’d be willing to help.”

“That’s even better than I thought,” Enma said, his smile widening.

Kuroki, however, was more skeptical. “But?”

“But,” agreed Trey. His lips pulled upwards at the corner in a kind of cheeky smirk. “It won’t be cheap.”

“Trey… -senpai, no disrespect, but we just said we’re poor,” Ito said with a cringe.

Trey snickered. “I’m not going to squeeze money out of the new kids, don’t worry.” He leaned forward to rest his head in his hand, thinking for a moment. “I think the tart Riddle wants to eat next… should be a chestnut tart.” He nodded once to himself. “If we’re going to make that, we’re gonna need a lot of chestnuts. I’m going to need you all to gather them from the chestnut trees by the botanical garden.”

Ace cringed. “How many do you need?”

“Ah… two, maybe three hundred?”

Deuce yelped. “That many?”

“And then I’ll need you to roast, peel, and puree them… I can do everything after that.”

“Ace, we aren’t helping you,” Grim decided.

“I wasn’t expecting any help from you,” Ace spat. Then he seemed to think better of it when faced with a glare from Kuroki. He looked up at the boy pleadingly.

“Can I go home?” Deuce asked.

“Ditto,” said Kuroki.

(Mostly out of pettiness. Enma was pretty sure that he would do it if Ace asked later.)

“Traitors!” Hissed Ace.

(Nevermind. Kuroki was definitely going to opt out now.)

Ace turned to Ito pleadingly.

Ito shrugged. “I’ve got work. I might be able to get off in time to help with the food prep, but I don’t think I’ll be able to help with the picking.”

Ace visibly deflated before turning to his final friend. He didn’t bother to screw up his face in a pitiful way, he knew that wouldn’t work, but he did lift his hands in an overexaggerated pleading gesture.

Enma shrugged. “I’ll help before and after my shift if you let me ask you questions about your magic later.”

Ace seemed to be considering the pros and cons of that. It was, apparently, a very difficult decision.

“Or you could always do it alone,” Enma said. He could always just read about it in a book, if he wanted, so he was pretty indifferent. It’d probably be more informative coming from a book, anyways…

Ace cursed. “Fine.”

Cater laughed at Ace’s misfortune but, surprisingly, was the one to come to his aid: “Come on now, nothing tastes more delicious than food that you make with your friends! You get to make some fun memories!”

Kuroki grimaced as his familiar’s eyes glimmered with greed.

“Don’t tell the dorm leader,” Trey said, leaning in conspiratorially. “But Mont Blanc tastes the best when it’s just baked. But only people that bake the tart get to try it.”

It looked like Kuroki and Grim’s fates were sealed. Grim slammed his front paws down on the table. “I’ll do it!”

Deuce snickered before screwing his face up thoughtfully. “Are there eggs in tarts?”

Trey gave him an odd look. “Yeah…?”

He nodded once to himself. “Then I’ll probably like it. I’ll help.”

“Oh, so you’ll help for the food but not for your friend.”

“Yeah, exactly,” said Deuce.

Kuroki groaned and rested his head in his hands. “What is it with this place and giving us manual labor?”

[companionwolf]

pride month drabble challenge fill #1

prompts: 15. Transmasc + 9. Moonlight + 7. "Do you ever get afraid?" (prompts)

fandom: XCOM 2 (gen verse)

TWs/CWs: none

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They're standing on the flight deck with Central, the cold moonlight turning them both silver black blue. Beside them, their XO stares out over the railing toward the distant glittering night shine of a city center.

His breath fogs in the air, and the Commander wishes they had those stupid sweaters still. They itched but they were warm, and the wind that rushes over the deck is frigid enough that they'd be willing to wear the damn thing again.

The Commander studies Central's face. He looks like they've always wished, no longer the clean and proper young man he was, more rugged and just--

Their stomach twists.

Masculine. Almost stereotypically so. He has it so effortlessly. They never will-- they don't know the state of gender affirming health care now and frankly? They'd rather not; it'd make them cry more than everything already does.

But they look at Central and they're envious. They look at him and they want to wear his skin. They look at him and mourn what they can't be.

Their capture did nothing to help. They guess it's nice that they didn't age, but... that's time they've lost. They'll never get it back. Time they could have--

Could have what? No time for transitioning when the world's on fire, they think bitterly.

Central looks over at them.

"You're looking awfully pensive," he says. "Something eating you, Commander?"

"Do you ever get afraid?" they ask.

Their central officer's mouth drops a bit in a frown. "Not sure I'm following," he says. "Of the aliens? The war? The Chosen? What's next? You're gonna need to be--"

"Of -- of not getting --"

Their voice trails off. What does their dysphoria matter, in this time? So meaningless admist the horrors. They shove their hands in their pockets and look at their feet.

Central's eyes are on them. "Ohhh," he says as they try not to meet his gaze. "Ohh, you think you don't deserve to talk about whatever it is, I see."

He scoffs. "Well, I think you do," he says, looking back out at the city center. "Even if it seems small to you, it still means something. You should get to talk about it."

"Thanks, Central," they say.

"So what is it?"

They take a long breath of the crisp cold air, feel it burn in their chest. "I'm not who I'm supposed to be," they say, hesitantly. "And I probably won't ever get to be."

Central's looking at them again.

Their stomach churns under his soft gaze. "Stop," they say. "Stop, you're pitying me."

"I am not," he retorts. "I still don't even really get it but maybe I don't have to. This is a trans thing, right?"

They nod.

"I won't ever know what that's like," Central continues. "I won't claim that I would or will, but..." He pauses. "I don't know, if I can help somehow, I'd like to."

The Commander shifts weight from foot to foot, is still avoiding eye contact. "I don't know what you could even do," they say. "I mean, besides what you do already, with pronouns and..."

"Yeah, but that's just being a decent human," Central says.

"Maybe that's all I can really ask, all you can really do," the Commander says. "Not like you can just manifest a surgeon or HRT or whatever."

"If I could I would," he says. "I could... someone has to be helping folks in the resistance transition. I'll look around."

The Commander smiles a little, shuffles a little closer to Central.

"You're right," they say. "There has to be somebody, something." They hesitate. "I just...sometimes I feel like I'm alone, and that it'll never happen, and that I have to settle. That's what I mean."

"You shouldn't ever have to settle," Central says. "Not on something like this-- when it's about yourself and your life and..." He struggles a second. "You should get to be happy."

The Commander wants to reach for his hand. They don't. Instead they say, "You should too."

He looks away, back toward the cityscape and its neon lights. "I've got mine," he says. "Your turn now, Commander."

The Commander closes the distance between them, leans on him. "What if we both got ours? Got to be happy?" they say. "What about that, Central?"

Central stiffens under their weight, and then relaxes a bit. "I'd like that," he says, his voice quiet, slow. The Commander can feel his body rising and falling with each breath under their ear.

"Me too," they say. "Me too."

[itslenagain]

[ Part 1 here / Part 2 here / Part 3 here / Part 4 here ]

PART 5

"A series of viral videos online has lead to calls for investigation into a woman claiming to be the Greek goddess Hera-"

"I was on that plane and I was afraid for my life! We all barely escaped! What if they're terrorists, or-"

"They're illegals, they don't have jobs, they don't pay taxes, they're just a couple millennial freeloaders LARPing as Gods-"

"Well I guess *Hera* is pretty in the face, but that girl needs to lose weight before I'd say she's beautiful-"

"Here to talk about Greek mythology is Giorgio A. Tsoukalos, a UFO-ologist who claims aliens on Mount Olympus-"

"We cannot allow these so-called *Greek gods* to run around and threaten the values of our Christian nation-"

"I don't know if she's really a Goddess, but damn, I'd love to worship that thick ass-"

Bev turns off the TV and throws the remote at the wall. The batteries pop out and the cover flies under the sofa. She roars in frustration, eyeing the new dent in the wall of her Manhattan penthouse. She grabs her phone and furiously dials the number. "Joanne? Go find-"

"I'm way ahead of you, Bev. They're both on their way via armored transport. I made sure they were not seen."

"Hallelujah," Bev mumbles. "Don't bring them to New York - there's a paper trail proving I'm here. Take them to Providence."

"Roger," Joanne says, and hangs up. She turns to Hera and Kimberly. "That's the code word for her safehouse in Havana. I hope you don't get seasick."

The door to Bev's penthouse busts open as battering rams pound their way through. "FBI! COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP!" The agent commands.

They're too late. Bev is gone, already three steps ahead.

(An hour later...)

Kimberly is anxious. The confrontation on the plane changed, well, *everything.* Suddenly, she and Hera are all over the news, the internet too, everyone with their own wild speculation or opinion on the situation. Kimberly had a normal life at some point, right? It was hard for her to even remember it at this point.

Hera is scrolling through internet feeds, laughing wildly at the whole ordeal. She turns to Kimberly. "What is a TERF?"

"An asshole who thinks you can't be a woman if you weren't born as one."

Hera cackles. "Mortals are ridiculous, aren't they?" She shows a meme to Kimberly with a painting of Hera labeled "The Original TERF," followed by a long manifesto on how as the Goddess of women, Hera would hate trans women. Kimberly winces. "They don't even understand the history they wrote of us. Uranus is the God of masculinity and he doesn't even have a penis anymore. Womanhood is not about body parts or the circumstances of birth."

Kimberly smiles. "Maybe the world needs you right now. Maybe, somehow, this is all happening at the right time."

Joanne looks back. "You aren't posting anything, right?! Is your location off?" She snatches the phone out of Hera's hand. She looks at it for a moment, then returns it to Hera. "Where did you get this?"

"I swirled my hands around and there was a lot of chanting and glitter and then magically I had a cellphone." Hera's deadpan expression sends Kimberly into a laughing fit. "I went to a store and bought it. But then I found someone who could help make it 100% untraceable to keep Zeus from using it to find me."

"Who's the someone?" Joanne asks.

Hera winks. "I can't show you my *whole* hand."

(The next day...)

Kimberly stretches and gets out of bed. Hera is seated in an armchair in the corner, cigarette in one hand, a massive book under the other. She glances up and smiles. "Good morning, my love."

Kimberly crosses the room and kisses her, slow and soft. "What are you reading?"

"Bev says I need to study. She's looking for a way to establish some sort of US citizenship for me. She's chain-smoking on the deck."

Kimberly steps out onto the deck. Bev looks frazzled. Kimberly has never seen her like this. Cigarette butts are scattered around the deck, a discarded pack lying on the ground. Bev looks up and stiffens. "Sorry," she mumbles, trying to pull her frizzy hair back from her face. "How're you holding up?"

"...I'm not really sure how to answer that," Kimberly replies with a chuckle. "I never imagined my first love would be a Goddess-turned-international-fugitive with a crazy husband."

Bev studies her carefully. "You've never been in love before?"

"Nahhh. I never felt like I needed it. I was always kind of a loner. There were girls here and there, but I never felt a meaningful connection, you know?" Bev offers Kimberly a cigarette, which she declines, instead reaching for an unopened can of beer on the table. "Hera just... I don't know. She upended everything I thought I knew about myself. I was never anxious before. Now I worry about her, about Zeus, the world, about not being good enough or strong enough, everything... and she has this way of just looking at me and suddenly the anxiety is melting and I can't even imagine why I was worried in the first place. And part of me feels stupid for ever thinking I could just exist without knowing what this felt like."

Bev laughs. "You've got it bad, huh?" Her eyes flash with pain. "I... I am envious." She lights another cigarette, quickly thumbing away a tear forming in the corner of her eye.

"...I noticed you've got pictures of yourself with someone in all your offices." Kimberly says. "...do you need to talk about it?"

Bev runs a hand through her hair. "I don't know. I've gotten so good at *not* talking about it that I don't even know where I'd start. Not sure if I even want to."

Kimberly offers her an understanding expression. "It's okay if you don't want to or aren't ready or whatever. But, I'm here if you need to." Bev smiles.

Joanne sighs from behind the window, where she's been listening to the whole conversation. Should she have asked, all those years ago?

(Later that day...)

The group is seated around a round table, papers and books scattered about. "I'm not sure you would qualify as a refugee. The laws on entering the US with no real legal birth records are really tricky, and I mean, there are *no laws* on what to do if an immortal entity is trying to enter the country." Bev sighs. "We have to be really careful, because obviously there is a lot of interest in you. However, we might be able to use that to your advantage. You're already somewhat of a feminist icon in some circles, maybe we lean into those circles for support. If we can create a lot of public sympathy towards you, it will be harder for them to turn you away."

"Do you think it's dangerous to go back?" Kimberly asks.

"Well, my inside sources tell me the CIA is highly interested in Hera and Zeus from an intelligence standpoint. The FBI wants to track you down and criminally prosecute you for, I don't even know, I guess they think you're a threat." Bev laughs. "The media has taken a million different positions, but really I just think the people want to know more and they're clinging to whatever information they can get their hands on."

"Should we make a public statement?" Joanne asks. Everyone looks at her. "Maybe we can use the advantage of everyone wanting to know, by just telling them."

"I love it!" Hera exclaims.

"Too dangerous," Kimberly warns.

"Risky but not a bad plan," Bev ponders.

(That evening...)

"I'm here with a video submitted from an anonymous source that appears to be a legitimate recording of the Hera woman, our team has investigated the footage and it does not appear to be doctored. You heard it here first, here's an exclusive look at a message from the sensation herself...." The reporter disappears as Hera's image fills the screen.

"Citizens of the world... You know me from stories that have been written, oral traditions passed through the ages, artwork, all of it. I am Hera. I am the daughter of Cronus and Rhea, the mother of Ares, Hebe, Eileithyia, Hephaestus, and Eris. You know me as the wife of Zeus. Your world is more complex than you may know. For millennia, the Greek Pantheon has lived in Olympus, choosing to no longer interfere in the mortal world. However, I am in need of mortal help. You see, mortals have written my story. I have not had a chance to change, to share my side. My husband, Zeus, has committed many crimes against me. I cannot get divorced in Olympus. I am seeking asylum in the United States in an attempt to obtain a divorce. I want to sincerely apologize for those on the flight from Phoenix that were frightened when Zeus created a storm to scare me. With your help, we can make sure Zeus returns to Olympus and does not interfere with our world again. And, you can give me a chance to write my own story. I want to follow the example of so many strong women in mortal history who challenged their oppressors and came out victorious. Please, I urge you to give me the chance to be free."

[ Next ]

You are a divorce lawyer, the best in your field. You have just received word that you will representing the Greek goddess Hera in her divorce from Zeus.

[faulty-connection]

I love any time a photo set of anything shows up on my dash because I always try to guess what the caption will be and how their related. I’m always like 90% of the time wrong but it’s always a fun surprise. Just saw a photo set of different paintings with a zoomed up part of the painting next to it and I honestly thought I was going to be about how all the subjects in the painting were secretly trans and how the painter took very masculine settings but actually they were trans! Nope just studying brush strokes. How many times have I seen gif sets of somebody from a random tv show that’s like is this every time he shows his butt to the screen? Nope just every time he was talking about family or something. Is this them finally confessing their love to each other? Nope it’s just them smiling at each other something or every time they’ve worn yellow. I tell you it’s great fun.

[defectivevillain]

heart to heart

pairing: jeff winger x masc!reader

reader’s pronouns: he/him

word count: 2.8k

[ao3 version here]

I write content for trans-masculine, nonbinary, gender fluid, and other similar identities that are underrepresented in fiction.

Jeff is a pretty easygoing guy. Sure, he has his flaws—few and far between as they are. He doesn’t try in classes, gets needlessly frustrated when someone does something better than him… The list goes on. Truthfully speaking, Jeff Winger does have flaws. He just never expected to add homophobic to the list.

It’s time for the school dance or, as Dean dubbed it, the Transfer Dance. It’s one of five dances at Greendale Community College, and arguably the only one that happens routinely. The school is already decorated for the big night, even though it won’t occur for a few days. It’s mildly irritating to see the cheap paper and plastic decorations strewn across the cafeteria. Jeff lets out an irritated sigh as he gets his food, bending down to avoid the decorations. Greendale isn’t built for tall people, evidently. He laments the thought as he stares down at the solitary chicken tender on his plate. It’s really a shame that the cafeteria doles out so few. That’s one of the perks of going to a community college, Jeff thinks to himself sarcastically.

There’s a sudden tap on his shoulder. He turns to the side, only to find Star-Burns staring at him in irritation. Jeff rolls his eyes and gets the rest of his food, before walking back to the group’s table. He slides into the booth across from you. For a moment, there’s nothing but awkward silence as the study group eats.

“Are you guys excited for the dance?” Annie is the one to get rid of the awkward tension. Immediately, the table bursts into conversation. Pierce starts talking about something that is definitely not moral, but the group tunes him out. Shirley says that she’ll go if she has the time, to which Annie and Britta immediately try to convince her to come. It’s a heartwarming sight to see everyone so excited, loath Jeff is to admit it.

“Troy and I are going as Calvin and Hobbes,” Abed says, a hint of a smile flickering on his face. He’s fiddling with something in his hands. “I’m Calvin.” Troy nods, as if he had anticipated that remark. Jeff rolls his eyes, refusing to admit that he is slightly jealous of their dynamic. Abed and Troy are always on the same page. He idly wonders what it would be like to have a person like that. Jeff shakes his head and returns his attention to his food. It seems that Greendale is really getting to his head.

“It’s not a costume dance…” Britta remarks with furrowed eyebrows. Troy and Abed don’t seem the least bit bothered by the statement, instead turning to look at one another and whisper about something.

“How about you, Jeffrey?” Shirely asks, successfully turning everyone’s attention to him. Jeff resists the urge to bang his head on the table in front of him. Unfortunately, he’s not entirely immune to the angelic smile Shirley weaponizes. He sighs. “Looking forward to the dance?”

“No,” Jeff snarls. It’s a characteristic prickly remark from him, so no one at the table reacts. He does catch you throwing him a worried glance, weirdly enough. He’s just about to ask you what your concern is for when he sees someone walking determinedly to the table. Jeff turns his attention to the man striding through the aisle with a confident expression. As he gets closer, trepidation rises in Jeff’s mind.

The man comes to a stop in front of their table. It takes Jeff a few moments to realize what he’s here for; he’s not here for Britta or Annie. Hell, he’s not here for Troy or Abed either. It seems this guy is here… for you. Jeff immediately loses his appetite. The lone chicken tender on his plate suddenly looks revolting. He tries to fix his attention on his friends, the table in front of them, anything but the guy currently propositioning you. He tries to think about something else—the monstrous essay Chang assigned them that’s due tomorrow, the test he has on Friday. Despite his attempts, Jeff still hears the guy’s every word. It’s painfully uncomfortable for reasons he can’t quite pin down.

“Oh, um, sure.” Your voice draws Jeff out of his convoluted haze of thoughts. The group claps excitedly and Jeff’s heart drops right to his stomach. It seems you’re going with this guy to the dance. A shiver goes up his spine, especially when he sees the man put a hand on your shoulder. Meanwhile, Shirley murmurs something under her breath about Jesus, which Jeff makes sure to tune out. His hands twitch inexplicably and he accidentally makes eye contact with Abed, who gives him a knowing look. Jeff scoffs and averts his eyes, trying to look anywhere except at you. It’s painful to see the smile on your face, despite his knowledge that it’s more reluctant than anything else. Everyone else seems entirely immune to the strange feeling curdling in Jeff’s stomach.

The rest of Jeff’s day is horrible, to say the least. He can’t get that image out of his head and every time he closes his eyes, he sees the guy putting his hands all over you. Jeff grits his teeth and goes through his classes, ignoring the wayward glances and confused gazes that his classmates send him. None of it matters. The only thing that matters is the fact that you’re going to the dance with someone.

Jeff isn’t homophobic. At least, he doesn’t think he is. He’s perfectly supportive of Troy and Abed—hell, back in their pining stage, he used to thoroughly enjoy teasing them. If there’s one thing that Jeff has going for himself, it’s that he is consistent. Therefore, this sudden shift in attitude is throwing him off. Troy and Abed dating never bothered him. Annie and Britta dating never bothered him. The idea of you dating that guy, however… Jeff rubs his eyes roughly to rid himself of the thought.

He’s growing to dread the Transfer Dance which, naturally, means that time passes very quickly. It’s almost as if Jeff blinks and, suddenly, it’s the night of the dance. Annie and Britta are kind enough to invite him over. Jeff would’ve hung out with Troy and Abed, but he knows them well enough to know he’d walk out of their apartment with a costume on. This is how Jeff finds himself sitting in Annie’s apartment with Britta, watching in amusement as they scramble to get ready.

“Are you okay, Jeff?” Annie flashes her puppy eyes and Jeff is unable to keep his menacing glare. Britta smirks victoriously from her side. “You’ve been acting a bit… weird… for the past few days.” Britta echoes the sentiment. The concerned gazes the girls level him with nearly make him blurt out all his problems right then and there.

Thankfully, the universe seems to have his back, because Annie and Britta notice the time and quickly get to their feet, practically dragging him out of the apartment. Jeff goes along, feeling a bit conflicted at the conversation fading into obscurity. He hadn’t wanted to talk about it, but Annie and Britta have always been exceptional listeners. Perhaps they would have been able to help him figure things out. He gazes forlornly out the car window, ignoring the worried glances the girls exchange. The three of them make it to Greendale and are quick to walk to the entrance. Troy and Abed are waiting on the steps, dressed as Calvin and Hobbes. Jeff shakes his head in fond disbelief. Their hands are intertwined and they greet all of them. Pierce and Shirley are the next ones to arrive—judging from Shirley’s annoyed expression, Jeff isn’t sure he wants to know why they arrived together—and the group is complete. Jeff tries to ignore the fuzzy feeling in his chest at the empty space at his side, the space where you would be standing. Abed claps a hand on his shoulder and the group proceeds into the gymnasium.  

It’s sparsely decorated, but the others seem to like it. Jeff supposes it’s charming, if you’re a community college student with nothing better to do. In that regard, it seems he’s the target demographic after all. Troy and Abed run off somewhere. Before long, Annie and Britta are dancing on the dance floor. Jeff elects to stick with Shirley and Pierce. Shirley is bemoaning her horrible evening whilst Pierce is boasting about being a good Samaritan. Jeff is trying to listen, he really is, but his mind is elsewhere.

“What do you think- Jeffrey!” Shirley exclaims, sending him a maleficent glare that promptly makes Jeff fear for his life. Whatever murderous intentions are running through Shirley’s mind seem to fade upon seeing his face, strangely enough. “Oh, Jeffrey…” Jeff squints at her. What is she talking about, and why does she have that sympathetic expression on her face? He tries to glean the answer from Pierce, but the man is instead looking at Shirley. A moment later, Pierce nods in understanding. Since when did Shirley and Pierce have telepathic communication? Jeff scoffs.

“Sometimes, you just need to grow a pair,” Pierce says, a self righteous expression on his face. Jeff stares at him in disbelief. Pierce seems to interpret this as a general confusion about his statement, which he quickly clarifies. “Of balls. A pair of balls.” Shirley’s murderous expression from earlier returns but, thankfully, it’s not directed at him. Pierce puts his hands up in a gesture of surrender.

“Oh!” Shirley’s voice breaks Jeff out of his far too short reverie. Her eyes are wide and she has a hand over her mouth. Jeff follows her gaze, trying to find what she’s looking at. There are students milling about in groups. A few are dancing on the floor. “There he is-!” Shirley breaks off, making a choked sound. Jeff frowns and tries to look for what she’s talking about. There are couples making out everywhere, he recognizes in disgust. His eyes flit past a pair in the corner, internally grimacing at the way the guy pushes the other person into the wall.

Wait. That’s not just some person. That’s you.

“I knew it,” Pierce interrupts loudly, briefly tearing Jeff’s eyes away from you. There’s a triumphant expression on his face and Jeff immediately regrets ever speaking to the man. Pierce accused him of being gay countless times, he realizes with dread coiling in his chest. “I fucking knew it.”

Jeff doesn’t bother to dignify Pierce’s remark with a response, so he instead turns back to look at you again. Upon closer inspection, he finds that you’re standing next to the guy who asked you to the dance at lunch. Although, he’s not standing near you; he’s practically standing on top of you. Jeff knows he should look away now, but his body won’t obey his commands. He’s forced to drink in the sight of this guy holding you close and kissing you. Even worse, the bastard’s hand is on your waist. His hand is on your waist. The guy’s hand is dangerously close to sneaking under your shirt and Jeff’s stomach rolls at the thought. He isn’t homophobic. Right? He doesn’t think he is. But… this display makes him feel nauseous.

“It’s really not the time, Pierce,” Jeff detachedly hears Shirley remark. Were he in a better mental state, he’d raise an eyebrow at Shirley’s evident lack of surprise. He expected her to be shocked at the very accusation of him actually being gay.

Before Jeff can think about what he’s doing, he is striding towards you. He hears Shirley and Pierce calling after him, but all Jeff can focus on is tearing you away from the guy. He absolutely hates the annoyed expression on the man’s face when he pulls him away, but he hates the dazed look on your face even more. Gritting his teeth, Jeff grabs your wrist and pulls you after him. You stumble along, evidently not wanting to resist and fall over in the effort. Jeff tugs you into the nearest classroom and closes the door behind the both of you, before flicking the lights on and staring at you.

“What the hell, Jeff?!” You immediately exclaim, clearly irritated and confused. Jeff tries to summon the courage he needs for this conversation. You don’t seem keen on staying, however, as you break away from him and head back to the door. Your hand is clasping the doorknob and Jeff swears his heart starts to beat right out of his chest. You’re so close to walking away, walking back to that bastard. He takes a deep breath.

“I’m sorry,” Jeff admits, causing you to stop in your tracks. It hurts to utter the words. However, seeing you with that man hurt far more.

“What?” Your eyes are wide. Jeff pretends not to notice your evident surprise.

“Just hear me out, please?” Jeff asks, internally groaning at how desperate he sounds. A few seconds pass and neither of you move. Just as he thinks you’re about to leave, you sigh and close the door. Jeff finds himself feeling thankful for your seemingly infinite patience.

“I….” Jeff tries to say. The words just won’t come out. He takes a few moments to try to recollect his thoughts. Jeff is brutally aware of the expectant look on your face. He owes you an explanation. It’s just… hard to speak on his feelings. His heart is racing in his chest. Jeff takes a deep breath. “I think I’ve been jealous this whole night.”

He doesn’t focus on your reaction. Now that he’s started talking, the words won’t stop falling from his lips. “This is going to sound so stupid, but…I thought I was being homophobic. Every time I saw you kissing that guy, it made me sick to my stomach. I thought I was just being a douchebag, but I began to realize…”

“Realize what?” You eventually supply, after a minute passes and the statement is still caught in Jeff’s throat. He takes a deep breath, manifesting all the confidence he’s ever possessed. He’s certain that he’s never been this nervous before. His heart is in his throat. Even so, he knows what he needs to do. Jeff knows now. Everything makes sense: the strange feeling in his chest, the anger he’d get from seeing you with that guy, the compelling urge to avoid looking at you with someone else.

“I think I have feelings for you,” Jeff chokes out. He can’t bear to look at you. For an awful moment, he hears your hand clasping the doorknob and the door falling open. He averts his eyes and looks to the ceiling, the walls. Jeff can’t bear to hear you reject him. He just can’t bear to hear it. Instead, he waits for you to leave.

A few minutes pass and you don’t leave. There’s a thick tension that settles in the air as neither of you speak. Jeff swallows hard. His hands twitch at his sides as he watches you take a step closer. He can’t quite comprehend the expression on your face. When you finally pause—a rather minute amount of distance between the two of you—there’s a soft smile on your face. Jeff doesn’t dare hope.

“I think I have feelings for you, too.” Jeff blinks once, twice, three times. His mind is still running through what you just said. Once again, he wonders if he misheard you. The two of you stare at each other for what feels like an eternity. Against all odds, you lean impossibly closer and kiss him.

Jeff is still processing everything, even when your lips meet. He stiffens out of reflex and you’re quick to lean back. Immediately, Jeff realizes that you probably think that he found the gesture unwelcome. It’s quite the opposite, in fact, and he makes sure to prove it to you. He grabs your collar and yanks you closer—something he’s been wanting to do all night. You let out an affirming noise and Jeff resists the very compelling urge to melt into a puddle on the ground. At some point, he backs you into the door and you clutch at his shirt. Jeff himself is about to put his hands over your waist and dig his fingers into your hips when a noise sounds from the hallway. The two of you freeze and, after a shared glance, open the door behind you. Annie and Britta are standing in the hallway, suspiciously innocent expressions on their faces. Jeff lets out a long suffering sigh and pretends not to notice their smug faces as they walk back to the dance.

“I can’t believe I thought I was homophobic,” Jeff remarks aloud once the group is reunited and back on the dance floor. Despite the loud music and chattered conversation around them, the entire group seems to hear him. He immediately grimaces, but it’s far too late. Britta and Annie are laughing their asses off, which he’ll be sure to get them back for later. Troy and Abed send him supportive smiles that pushes the pressure off his shoulders. Shirley moves forward to hug him and, before long, it’s a giant group hug. Jeff scoffs loudly, if only to maintain appearances. Internally, he’s smiling brightly at his friends and… you, his new boyfriend.

[transmascrage]

I saw a lot of 'sad' stories about hairdressers so I wanted to share a happy one actually. I had for a moment a very feminine apparence cause I let my hair grow and had a purple dye, which with my round face and the fact that I shaved automatically meant that I was called Mrs.

When I called to make an appointment, I specifically asked for a hairdresser who did men's haircuts because I wanted to go back to the haircut I had before I let my hair grow out, which was just the very basic short men's haircut with undercut on both sides.

When I arrived, a little anxious because of my non-passing and having a bad day of dysphoria, I was greeted by the sweetest hairdresser I have ever had. He totally avoided gendering me in any way for the first 5 minutes of chatting (which in French, a stupidly gendered language, is a prowess) only to automatically switch to masculine after hearing how I referred to myself.

I didn't have a reference photo so he used one of his colleagues nearby as a reference example : Shorter or longer than him ? We have different solutions possible there. Using the trimmer is faster but I can also give you a very good result with just the scissors, it's as you prefer !

The best thing is when it came to paying. Normally, even when I ask for a men's cut, because of my face and sometimes being asked for my ID to verify age for discounts, the women's rate is automatically applied. There, no. Male rate with student discount and on top of that he gave me a small bottle of the shampoo he had used for me, very clearly taken from their male collection.

I walked out with a big smile and feeling better about myself in an hour than I had in the entire week before.

This, to me, is all the more proof we as transmascs need to confront more with cis men, because unfortunately there are some things cis women just don't get, or even make them dysphoric.

And while trans people are aware our discomfort doesn't mean we can be dicks to others, cis people never get told this.

And then cis women end up labeling them as "mutilation" or "ruining your voice/looks".

I actually wonder if transfems and trans women have an easier time with female hairdressers and harder with male hairdressers.

And I feel you on the language thing! I'm Italian and I studied Spanish in middle school and French + German in high school, so I know a thing or two about gendered languages (especially German. Fuck you German.)

[cherryskyies]

can I ask for hisoka and Illumi headcanons with an s/o coming out as trans (ftm)? preferably he/him/they pronouns and involving the s/o wanting to look more masc? sorry if it's too specific haha

Hisoka & Illumi with a trans s/o (ftm)

a/n: thank you for the request!

Main Masterlist

Illumi

"Illumi, I'm trans."

He won't understand at first, you'll have to explain it to him. 

Illumi is an odd one. While he doesn't care about his partner's gender, he cares about his partner's anatomy. If you can't or aren't willing to give him children, he can not be with you. 

I can see this going two ways. 

If you've already had kids, he won't care. He'll be indifferent and pay for anything you may need. 

If you have not had kids, he will leave you. He needs (yes, needs) children, so if you can't give him that, then he won't stay. 

Illumi will also ask you if you're willing to bear children before you medically transition. Preferably 3, but he'd even settle for just 2. 

All in all, it has nothing to do with not supporting you, it has to do with whether you have kids or not. Illumi can not be with someone that can't bear him children.

Now, if you've already had kids or agreed to having kids before fully transitioning, he will do whatever to make you comfortable. 

He's spent hours studying and learning about it, not that he would admit to it. 

Illumi will send you on a shopping spree, he'll hire someone to give makeup tips and show you how to look more masculine using makeup. He'll do anything you want.

Once you've had the kids, you can do whatever. Whether it be medically transitioning or not medically transitioning, he can afford what you need. 

Hisoka

"Hisoka, I'm trans."

"Okay."

He literally doesn't care. His partner's gender has never and will never matter to him, so you being trans doesn't change anything.

I feel like with him, he doesn't see gender, just power. 

Hisoka will change up your nicknames. Instead of 'princess' it's 'prince' and so on. It's a small change, but one that makes you happy, because it shows he acknowledges and supports you. 

"I can help you with your makeup." 

If you want to use makeup to make your face more masculine, he's the perfect guy to ask for help. He will spend hours giving tips and giving tutorials on how to do it. 

He will always buy matching crop tops, it's something that will never stop. He's a very makeup-and-clothes-don't-have-gender kind of guy. 

Never slips up on your pronouns.

More than happy to take you on a shopping spree, which ends in him basically picking out all your clothes and you just smiling and nodding.

He's quick to correct people if they mess up and always prepared to back you up. Like I've said a thousand times before, Hisoka is your number 1 fan.

[akaashisbabygirl]

Hinata

sfw

don’t you dare touch her

i’m pregnant

will you marry me

seeing s/o with another guy but it’s actually a girl

going to brazil

seeing s/o cry

washing machine

random girl being followed

brazilian music

new years date

s/o who is on the schools swim team

reader is a bad bitch

s/o having a bad moment

trying to get a photo of you

trying to make their s/o after not smiling all day

nsfw

what’s sex?

study date

s/o wanting to be in charge in bed

sucking him off

Kageyama

sfw

s/o who’s a cheerleader for a rival school

brazilian reader

piggybacks

kid wiping their mouth on their sleeve

too much wine

wedding announcement

as a protective older brother

s/o having scars

will you marry me

your child

parent’s forgetting their daughters birthday

s/o who loves hxh

washing machine

s/o who needs help breast pumping

do you want to stay over tonight

s/o who’s a k-pop idol

s/o singing gurenge

s/o who has a really bad time at home

comforting s/o who had a panic attack

s/o whose parents fight

s/o who has trust issues 

do you want to stay over tonight

shower with me

hurting himself during volleyball

having an activist s/o

masculine girlfriend

nsfw

i wish we weren’t in public

hickeys

marks

my name

something new

pull my hair

come sit on my face

vibrating panties

thigh riding

hot tub

cum on my thigh

touching yourself

seeing s/o with another guy

keep quiet

begging

it was just a movie

threesome w kuroo

wedding night

kageyama’s kinks

in between my legs

trying to dom him

s/o with an athletic body

needy for him

put your mouth to better use

taking reader’s virginity 

Tsukishima

sfw

s/o with anxiety + depression

will you join me in the bath

washing machine

s/o getting their first tattoo

s/o who has relapsed

s/o who’s crying in the bath

s/o who was emotionally abused in their last relationship

s/o who started self harming again

s/o who’s insecure about their appearance 

s/o who is shaking in public

random girl being followed

s/o who has a chipped tooth

s/o who has period pain

comforting s/o after a family members death

s/o singing gurenge 

new years date

s/o who was said to die

you’re not wearing that

s/o with really bad stretch marks

s/o who is 6′0 and loves basketball

s/o having a bad moment

s/o is ticklish 

having a tall s/o

s/o who has acne 

helping reader calm down

s/o who comes to them crying

s/o who always falls asleep cuddling

s/o flinching during an argument 

forgetting s/o birthday 

tennis rival 

that’s enough wine for tonight 

s/o having a mental breakdown

reacting to s/o sleeping all day

s/o with trust issues

i love you, i love you so much

trying to make their s/o after not smiling all day

s/o wanting to adopt a child

stay with me

with a tsundere s/o

comforting their s/o after a heated argument with their friend

soft moments with you

having an activist s/o

s/o who acts just like them

affectionate s/o

nsfw

watch your mouth

keeping a shirt on

in the library

giving oral to shy reader

sneaking into his dorm

disobey the rules

caught

begging and toys

making s/o cry during sex

sucking on s/o’s chest

edging

sub tsukki

make you regret it 

s/o who loves giving him bjs, cockwarming and riding him

dirty talk

beg for it

touching yourself while wearing his jacket

threesome w suga

soft dom hcs

roommates

come join me

degradation kink

love making 

i want to take control tonight 

spread your legs

degrading + angry sex

seeing s/o ass for the first time

s/o who hates degrading

riding his thigh

s/o wanting to be in charge in bed

s/o getting lusty

Yamaguchi

sfw

do you need a hug

i love holding you

storm

wash my hair

cold nights

you’re in love

will you marry me

wearing a bikini for the first time in front of him

domestic boyfriend

s/o with tics + stims

washing machine

s/o who isn’t what they thought

s/o who always falls asleep cuddling

s/o who is a homebody

nsfw

face sitting + praise kink

spread your legs

wearing a shirt during sex

sucking on s/o’s chest

chubby reader

touch me

sub boys

s/o with an innocent face but lewd expressions

giving oral to shy reader

riding his thigh

s/o wanting to be in charge in bed

dominant

Sugawara

sfw

i’m pregnant

as a protective older brother

comforting you with your mental health

s/o who is a ufc fighter

cuddles

comforting their s/o after a bad day at work

s/o who has touch phobia

s/o who loves hxh

self harm scars

s/o who is touch starved

friend who got into a fight with her parent

s/o getting their first tattoo

team finding out

taking care of reader

s/o who avoids their reflection

s/o who just feels alone

s/o who has a really bad time at home

cuddling dating hcs

s/o who isn’t what they thought

friend passing away

s/o who gets migraines often

finding ou

s/o who has depression

comforting s/o during a panic attack

s/o who feels guilty about not eating

having a famous actress s/o

seeing their s/o wearing glasses

s/o with trust issues

kawaii goth s/o

having a trans s/o

having a tall s/o

s/o who is insecure about being skinny

reader who is non binary

s/o being an eccentric scientist

nsfw

nsfw hcs

freak in the sheets

brat taming

seeing s/o with another guy

sucking on s/o’s chest

s/o who has an innocent face, but lewd expressions

sub boys

sugawara’s kinks

needy for him

threesome w tsukki

Ukai

sfw

sit on my lap

will you marry me

finding out that s/o used to live in an abusive household

s/o whose dad is an alcoholic

nsfw

in the shop

tease

wear my jacket

vibrating panties

stubborn

brat taming

arms

Tanaka

sfw

s/o who’s a cheerleader for a rival school

s/o who is a ufc fighter

s/o who has the flu

s/o who is touch starved

s/o who’s been having panic attacks

s/o with super curly hair

s/o who just feels alone

s/o who has a really bad time at home

s/o who is dehydrated

s/o who has some sort of sensory overload

s/o who is insecure over their weight 

s/o motivating themselves to lose weight

nsfw

forget the bed

don’t you dare touch her

marking

wearing lingerie for him

Nishinoya

sfw

another round

marks

s/o who’s a cheerleader for a rival school

seeing someone hit on their s/o

s/o who has the flu

self harm scars

comforting a s/o who feels inferior to others

s/o who’s a k-pop idol

s/o with super curly hair

girl having similar hair to him

finding out s/o started self harming again

s/o who has some sort of sensory overload

s/o who is insecure over their weight 

s/o motivating themselves to lose weight

going to disneyland with his s/o

carry me to bed

nsfw

pool party

s/o birthday

s/o who has an innocent face, but lewd expressions

baby fever

Daichi

sfw

karasuno reunion

tomboy s/o

comforting you with your mental health

s/o who has adhd

as an older brother

s/o who figure skates

washing machine

s/o who’s in the hospital

comforting him after losing a game

s/o who is neglected by their parents

comforting their s/o after having an emotional breakdown

s/o that lives in an abusive household

s/o whose dad is an alcoholic

s/o who is dehydrated

you’re mine

having a crush on their manager 

seeing s/o all red

seeing s/o in their swim uniform

s/o using neopronouns

telling him you can’t have kids

nsfw

thigh

threesome w sakusa

teaching a lesson

swapping water bottle with cum

s/o who has a dirty mind

stress

Asahi

sfw

breaking down

s/o being alone all day for thanksgiving

s/o with super curly hair

s/o whose been feeling alone

s/o who is dehydrated

asking him on a date in front of the team

soft hcs 

making ou

morning showers

s/o flinching during an argument 

s/o motivating themselves to lose weight

comforting a stressed s/o

cuddling at three am

s/o who is very stoic

nsfw

beg

fingering

face sitting

seeing s/o with another guy 

s/o who has an innocent face, but lewd expressions

face sitting

make me

bratty s/o

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[boytouya]

Hello can I request Mirio x ftm reader where the reader is jus having a day and is having thoughts about wether he’s faking being trans or not so Mirio is there to make him feel all better!! Thank you so much I really enjoy your writing!!!

𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐀 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐎𝐟 𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐧

Warnings: heavy talk of dysphoria, slight panic attack

a/n: thank you!! i hope this doesn’t offend anyone, it’s kind of hard to write out what dysphoria feels like, but i tried my best! if this offends anyone please let me know so i can change it! it’s kinda short so i may end up editing it to make it longer in the future, i apologize

Sometimes you wondered if it was worth it. There were days where your comfort clothes weren’t comforting, where no matter how hard you tried you were stuck with the idea that you didn’t pass. If you used makeup because you simply liked the way it made you look you felt like a fake, if it was used to make yourself look more masculine, you felt like a phony. If you hated it with all your heart you thought it was just internalized misogyny. What if you were faking it?

But surely that can’t be right. You felt as though nothing about you was right. You try so hard, so hard it hurts, but it feels like no matter what you’re just dragging yourself down. Why can’t you just be? You know this feeling is common. Other men like you experience it too, but when it’s happening you feel so lonely. Like you were put on this Earth to never be happy. Why can’t you be happy? Why can’t you live without thinking about what a “real man” (even though you are one) would do, why can’t you live without questioning your validity?

You find your binder both tighter than usual but simultaneously much too lose. You’re hyperventilating, but the numbness in your body doesn’t register it. As more rushed breaths escape your body, there’s a soft knock on the bathroom door.

“What’s up, buttercup? You okay in there?” Mirio, your boyfriend of almost two years could walk straight through the door if he wanted, but you could tell he was being cautious. Unable to give a verbal response, you open the door with shaking hands and allow strong arms to embrace you.

“I could hear you through the door,” Mirio speaks into your hair, his grip never wavering. He’s still in his hero costume, and there's a bit of grime on his cheek from whatever it was that he did today. You imagine the way his tongue pokes from his lips as he smiles at children whilst saving him. He truly was your guardian angel, your everything, and as Amajiki put it, your Sun. “Do you wanna talk about it? If you don’t want to that’s okay too.”

You don’t respond right away, instead you focus on Mirio’s heartbeat syncing with yours. It’s hard to muster up the courage to say exactly what you’re thinking. Even to Mirio, who’s someone you trust with your entire life.

“What if...I’m faking it?” Your voice is barely above a whisper, and for once it seems like Mirio doesn’t know what to say. Not until he pulls away with pursed lips. His large hands cup your face and wipe your tears (internally you scold yourself for crying), he needs a moment to gather what he wants to say.

“You’re whoever you want to be. There’s no such thing as ‘faking it.’ No matter what you’ll always be you. I see the way you light up when someone calls your name, there’s no faking that. And there’s no right way to just....be yourself, yknow? There’s no need to confine yourself,” He nods slowly as if satisfied with what he was trying to say, studying your face. “To me you’ll always be (Name). Perfect as always.”

And...he’s right. Although he’ll never understand what it’s like, he manages to break down some of your problems. It would take some getting used to, the idea that there’s no right way to transition, no right way to present yourself. It’s easier said than done, and you wonder if you’ll ever be free from the mental exhaustion of dysphoria and confinement based on it, but you do know that you’re valid. There’s no correct way to be yourself, as you’re already perfect. All you needed was Mirio by your side to be the happiest man in the world. By your side he would stay.

“On my way home I picked up some donuts. A sweet for my sweet?” Mirio jokes, incredibly happy with himself when you huff out a laugh at his pun. You nod with a tired smile. Grabbing your hand, Mirio leads you out the bathroom, away from the bone rattling grasp of dysphoria.

[gatheringbones]

[“Growing up in an upwardly mobile English-educated family in Kolkata meant that I had access to the United States Information Services and British Council libraries, where I would spend countless hours devouring the Atlantic Quarterly or Signs, learning about the emerging LGBT and new wave feminist movements. The splashy images from the twentieth anniversary celebrations of Stonewall in 1989 inspired some of us to start the first gay and lesbian support group in Kolkata.

We would spend hours in cruising parks and women’s studies gatherings doing outreach for support group meetings. Soon we connected with support groups in local cities and recently formed LGBT South Asian groups in major cities of the US and UK. We organized the first International South Asian conference on “Histories of Alternate Sexualities” in New Delhi in 1993 and in the following year the first International South Asian conference of gay men and men-who-have-sex-with-men (MSM). Tensions existed along class and gender lines, and any conversations with Hijras (often referred to as third-sex-third-gender in South Asian countries) were barely happening. Our publications had to be trilingual to reflect the complex linguistic contexts of India, but at support group meetings, Bengali and Hindi-speaking men and women would often remain silenced.

At the core of these tensions was our own internalized classism and homophobia. The key organizers of these fledgling LGBT support groups were all upper-middle class English-educated men and women. We were well-trained, respectable Indian citizens. The feminine voices and flamboyant mannerisms of the non-English speaking Kothis were too disruptive for us. I would act polite and smile as I met Kothis in cruising parks and I would hand them flyers for the support group, yet secretly I hoped they would never show up at meetings. In the parks, they would walk in small groups, wear facial makeup, and speak in street Bengali. Their loud mannerisms and shabby clothing felt alien compared to my English-speaking, denim-sporting, globetrotting “gay” world.

Yet when I was harassed by cops at the parks, it was Kothis who came to my defense. One such incident happened on a dark winter evening. I was caught carrying condoms in my bag by the local police, who would haunt the cruising joints hoping to extract money from “cocksucking Kothis.” The two cops threatened to arrest me for distributing “profane materials.” I was nervous, and yet kept talking to them in English and broken Bengali, telling them that I worked for family planning programs. The cops laughed loudly at all my pleas. Three of the Kothis came running, yelling and clapping loudly, cursing the hell out of the cops. A small crowd gathered, and ultimately the cops left. As I began to mingle more with the Kothis, I began to face my own inner prejudices and fears. I learned that loud mannerisms, claps, and street-smartness were their way of surviving the harsh realities of working class femme men in Kolkata. I went on to build friendships with several Kothis. We would sit on a park bench and giggle over how we would love to be the “wives” of hot butch men.”]

— debanuj dasgupta, from trans/nationally femme: notes on neoliberal economic regimes, security states, and my life as a brown immigrant fag, from why are faggots so afraid of faggots? flaming challenges to masculinity, objectification, and the desire to conform, edited by mattilda bernstein sycamore.

[peepeepotter]

Hogwarts: New Girl AU

A/N: Warning, some canonical changes were made for plot reasons, the biggest being: Harry and Ginny never dated; Harry, Neville, and Draco are all professors; George has a new WWW store in Hogsmeade. Also, she starts off living with the four guys whereas in New Girl she only lived with all four for about a season. I just thought it would be fun!! Also, when I wrote this it felt a lot longer than it ended up being—so let me know if this is too long or too short or just right!! P.S.: I do NOT condone transphobia (I’m LGBT and will defend trans people until the day I die) and obviously I feel JKR is a shitty person, I write because I like writing and we’ll all agree that 5 year old Daniel Radcliffe wrote the HP series :)

Chapter 1: Who’s That Girl?

Pairing: George x Female Reader

Warnings: Cursing

Words: 3k

Series Masterlist

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“So, you know in horror movies when the girls are like "Oh my god, there's something in the basement. Let me just run down there in my underwear and see what's going on in the dark", and you're like "What is your problem? Call the aurors!", and she's like "Okay" but it's too late because she's already getting avada kedavra’d. Well, my story's kind of like that.” y/n said, remembering the borderline traumatic moment that happened two weeks ago.

-

Y/N sat in the back of a muggle taxi, on her way to her shared apartment with her boyfriend Cormac McLaggen. Only, incredibly uncomfortably, she was completely naked under a trench coat.

“It’s a surprise for Cormac. I’m just gonna walk in and drop my coat, like BAM. There it all is. He said he has this fantasy that I’m a veela with a heart of gold.” Y/N attempted to whisper into the phone speaker.

“You added the ‘heart of gold’ thing, didn’t you?” Ginny asked, chuckling and knowing full well that McLaggen wasn’t exactly a thoughtful person, and wouldn’t have included that in a sexual fantasy.

“Yeah. I wanted to really get into the character, you know?” Y/N tried to get into the fantasy more, hoping it would make her less uncomfortable.

“Oh really? What’s your veela name?”

“Uh...Fleur?”

“That ones taken, Y/N.”

“Whatever, I don’t need a veela name.”

“Either way, I’m so proud of you for getting out of your comfort zone! Good luck babe.” Ginny encouraged.

As Y/N walked into the apartment, she was trying to position herself sexily in the living room. She laid on her side on the couch. Too cliché. She propped herself on the back of the couch. Too masculine. Eventually Cormac entered the living room from the bedroom wearing only his boxers, making Y/N panic about the fantasy.

“Y/N! You’re back early! I wasn’t expecting you—“

Y/N dropped the trench coat. Immediately after a girl, Pansy Parkinson she recognized, followed McLaggen out of the bedroom. Their bedroom. And she was only wearing her underwear.

“Oh.”

-

“So that’s what happened and why I really need a new place to live. Anyway...what was the question?” Y/N smiled at the four men in front of her. They all looked traumatized by her story.

“Um, do you have any pets?” George asked.

“Oh, no I don’t. Sorry,” She chuckled awkwardly.

“You know what’s funny? When I saw your ad on DumbledoresList I thought you were women.” Y/N laughed. “Crazy, right?”

“Hold up, why would you think that?” Draco spoke before the other two could.

“Just some of the vocabulary used. Like sun-soaked and exposed brick daydream.”

“Draco you wrote exposed brick daydream? Oh my god,” George was nearly in tears with laughter, Harry and Neville following quickly. “Jar, right now, dude.”

“Yeah, jar, seriously. Five galleons.” Harry agreed, pointing to a jar on the mantle of he fireplace with a neon green post-it note labeled “Prick Jar.”

Draco rolled his eyes, getting up and putting the galleons in the jar.

Y/N coughed, trying to refocus the attention. “Look, I really like this apartment. I also really don’t want to live with my friend anymore. She’s a quidditch player...all her friends and roommates are quidditch players. They get into some real weird shit.” Y/N felt like she was pleading with them. Just let me stay here!

“Look I still don’t feel like we know enough—” George was interrupted by Draco.

“Oh, quidditch players? When can you move in?” Y/N grinned, hoping the promise of these three men meeting hot quidditch players would help.

“No, no, loft meeting. Bathroom.” Harry ordered, leading the way down the long hall to the bathroom at the end. When Y/N heard the door shut she quickly and silently followed, eavesdropping on the conversation.

“Come ON guys, she’s friends with quidditch players. Next to veela’s and the girls at Beauxbaton, that’s like the hottest girls in existence.” Draco begged the other two.

“The fact that you’re a professor now and you said that is like...incredibly disturbing.” Harry glared at Draco, George and Neville shaking their heads.

“Yeah, and my sister is a quidditch player so I don’t know about that.” George shuddered.

“I’m not going to lie to you guys, I don’t want a girl living here. Sometimes, I get home from a long day of teaching and I just want to strip and lay on the couch. Let the boys chill.” Harry casually shared. Y/N gagged at the thought, but the other three men in the bathroom made noises of agreement, or at least understandment of his statement.

“I am...actually neutral on this one.” Neville shrugged, causing Draco to scoff.

“You would be neutral on this.” Draco rolled his eyes, but directed his attention toward their fourth roommate. “Alright George, tie-breaker. It’s up to you. Is she in or out?”

“You guys know I don’t do well under pressure like this. Just give me a minute let me think.”

Both Harry and Draco started arguing with each other, putting George under more pressure to make a decision. He slowly backed himself into the stall in the bathroom and locked it. Neville watched everything play out, arms crossed with a smile on his face.

“Oh, now look what you’ve done!” Draco said, gesturing to the hiding George.

“What I’ve done! You started it—” Harry replied.

“Whatever, executive decision—she’s in.” Draco announced.

“YAY! I’m in!” Y/N exclaimed, not able to contain her excitement on the other side of the bathroom door. Draco opened the bathroom door.

“Nobody decided putting a silencing charm on the door would be a good idea?” Harry asked the boys in the bathroom.

“Oh you guys have a stall and urinals? Like a public bathroom? Okay, yeah I guess I can get used to that.” Y/N said, looking around the bathroom that reminded her a little too much of the bathrooms at Hogwarts.

“What do you do for a living anyway? Why do you want to live out here in Hogsmeade?” Draco asked as the group of five made their way back to the living room.

“I just became a professor at Hogwarts! I spent a really long time in both the muggle world and the magical world studying creatures. So, I’m taking over for Hagrid.” Y/N smiled, very excited to be doing her two favorite things in the world: working with animals, and teaching bright young minds.

“Oh, Harry, Neville and I are professors at Hogwarts too. I teach potions, Neville teaches herbology, and Harry teaches...Harry what fucking subject do you teach?” Draco crooked an eyebrow at Harry, purposely acting like he didn’t know what Harry taught.

“Defense against the dark arts.” Harry glared at Draco. “And George here just opened a new Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes shop in Hogsmeade.” Harry said, clapping George’s back. George sheepishly smiled at Y/N.

“Oh that’s awesome! I loved pranks at Ilvermorny. Cormac hated pranks.” Y/N started to tear up, staring off into space.

“George gets it, he was dumped, too.” Draco took his turn to clap his hand on George’s back this time.

“Yeah. Dumped,” George scoffed.

-

“George I just can’t do this anymore!” Angelina pleaded with George as he covered his ears, despite only the one really working.

“LALALA I CAN’T HEAR YOU! WE CAN’T BREAK UP IF I CAN’T HEAR YOU!” George yelled.

-

“Yeah, I was dumped.” George shrugged. “What about it? It was like eight months ago Draco! Move past it. Pfft, dumped.” George got very heated over...seemingly very little, Y/N noticed.

“Ignore him, he’s still fragile. Which, you aren’t too fragile, right?” Draco asked.

“Pfft. I’m so tough. Don’t even worry about it.”

-

“We’ll always have Paris. We didn’t have, we, we lost it until you came to Casablanca. We got it back last night. … And you never will. But I’ve got a job to do, too. Where I’m going, you can’t follow. What I’ve got to do, you can’t be any part of.” Y/N was screaming the words of the monologue from Humphrey Bogart in Casablanca at the television, the four men staring at her from the kitchen.

“Feel like we’ve made a mistake yet?” Harry asked Draco, who rolled his eyes and approached Y/N.

“Y/N, stop.” Draco turned the television off. “C’mon, you can’t be like this! You’re a strong woman! Strong women don’t cry over men who clearly didn’t deserve them in the first place! Strong women go out and hook up with strangers in the bar in Hogsmeade to get over their ain’t-shit exes.” Draco pulled Y/N up from off the couch. “Go take a shower. We’re going to the Three Broomsticks tonight and you’re hooking up with someone.” Draco pushed her in the direction of the bathroom.

“And that gentleman is how you take care of a crying woman. Not that any of you know how to handle women at all.” Draco snipped at the three men, who—to be fair—did not know how to deal with women at all.

-

At the Three Broomsticks, the four men watched Y/N absolutely fail at flirting with any even remotely viable man in the bar. Eventually Draco called her back over to the booth where the four men drank and talked about their days.

“Honey, you’ve got to stop doing whatever it is you were doing out there. In fact, you’re going to stop doing anything. You are going to go sit at the bar and look pretty until a man approaches you, and then you are going to smile and nod and agree to go out with him.” Draco nagged. The three other men were chuckling quietly as Y/N trudged to the bar, hoping for men to approach her.

“Anyway, what is this shit we’re chaperoning on Friday night?” Draco turned to Neville and Harry, hoping one of the two would know.

“I think it’s a school dance but like...not fun for the kids at all. Like I don’t think there’s actually any dancing at all.” Harry summed, confused as well. None of them had ever been to muggle high school, and did not understand what a “homecoming” dance was. The Muggle Studies professor suggested it might be fun for the first Friday back to school, and McGonagall agreed as long as the kids didn’t have too much contact on the dance floor. The Muggle Studies teacher explained to the three men that it was “middle school rules, no touching below the shoulders, room for Merlin in the middle.” if dancing were to be allowed. Neville, Harry, and Draco were clueless as to what that meant.

“Glad I won’t be in on that shit show.” George laughed, taking a sip of his drink.

“We actually signed you up.” Draco said nonchalantly, drinking his beer. George spat his beer out violently.

“Excuse me? I have to spend my Friday night watching a bunch of kids...do what? Drink butterbeer and sit on opposite ends of a room?!” George was clearly pissed off, wanting to have done literally anything else with his Friday night.

“I mean, you’ll see your brother.” Harry offered, which actually eased George’s tensions a bit. He smiled, missing his family.

“Oh, alright. Harry, you charmer, you always know how to get me.” George winked at Harry who waved him off.

“How are things going with you and uh...Loony?” Draco asked Neville. The three other men rolled their eyes, annoyed at how Draco still seemed to live in his own little world.

“Luna. And things are going...they’re going.” Neville shrugged, clueless to his own love life.

“Just as expected, he doesn’t know anything.” Draco shook his head at George and Harry, as if Neville’s cluelessness was their fault.

“Are you blaming—” Before Harry could finish accusing Draco of exactly what Draco was doing, Y/N came back from the bar, squealing about getting a date.

“What did you do?” Draco asked, smirking, just knowing he was right.

“I did what you said! I just smiled and nodded and said I wanted to hookup and he gave me his number and now we’re going out Friday night!” Y/N jumped up and down in tiny jumps, starting to fist-pump.

“This American is so weird sometimes.” Harry whispered.

“It’s endearing, I think.” Neville commented.

“Naive, maybe.” George rolled his eyes, the only one who seemed to notice that she blatantly told the man she would have sex with him.

-

When the night of her date rolled around, the four men found themselves with an unexpected floo guest.

“Ginny, what are you doing—” George stood.

“Who told her it was a good idea to get back out there again? That’s not your job, that’s my job. I’m her best friend, you guys are just some weird adult men living together. No offense brother, dear.” Ginny was in the living room, pointing an accusing finger at the men sat on the couch while Y/N was in her bedroom getting ready. Ginny was clearly ready to go out clubbing for the night, and was dressed in a short dress and very tall heels.

“None taken.” George rolled his eyes, plopping himself back on the couch.

“Now I’m going to go handle the mess you all created, thank you very much.” Ginny glared, walking over to Y/N’s room and walking in.

Y/N laid on the ground surrounded by clothes. Her hair and makeup was clearly done, but she seemed stumped on what to wear. She was currently wearing a witch hat, a crop top, sweatpants, and cowgirl boots.

“Y/N,” Ginny sighed. “What were you going for with this?” Ginny gestured up and down Y/N’s body.

“Witchy space cowgirl.” Y/N shrugged. “It seems like something you’d find in a porn anyway—”

“Here, let’s find you clothes that will actually get you laid.”

After about half an hour, Ginny emerged from Y/N’s room first, dressed in a crop top and sweatpants.

“Now presenting, the new but not improved, still absolutely perfect Y/N.” Ginny gestured towards Y/N’s bedroom, where Y/N emerged. She was wearing the short black sleeveless dress and tall heels Ginny had been wearing when she emerged from the floo. Draco let out a whistle, Harry and Neville started clapping, and George was sat, stunned. Well, until Y/N started fist pumping again, then they all started booing her.

“Don’t let me keep you guys, I know you have plans with a bunch of 11 to 17 year olds tonight.” Y/N giggled, watching as the men stood up at the reminder.

“Don’t worry, we’d rather be anywhere else. Even here watching your weird dancing.” Draco puffed, the other men agreeing.

-

“So yeah, that’s how we got a new roommate.” George explained to Fred, who’s hazy, ghostly form nodded.

“Believe it or not, I actually know her. I was her first friend here.” Fred grinned, pointing to himself. George wasn’t surprised. Ever since Fred died and became a ghost, Fred frequently felt lonely, and George knew that. Besides Peeves, he really didn’t have many friends. He couldn’t interrupt teachers while they were teaching, but since Care for Magical Creatures was not a required class, Y/N had a lot of free time. They bonded over pranks, baked goods, and George. “She’s so cute! You totally would’ve dated her a decade ago.” Fred teased his younger twin.

“Yeah, well, things change I guess.” George felt his phone vibrating in his pocket, and looked at the caller ID to find it as Madam Puddifoot’s store number. “One second.” He told his brother. “Madam Puddifoot?” George asked.

“George dearie, your friend Y/N here was stood up by her date. I figured someone should know, she’s in my shop crying and I have to close in,” she paused, clearly checking the time. “In a half hour. Do you think you could help?” George stood, already walking towards the school’s exit.

-

“Oh hello there.” Y/N sniffled, eyes red and puffy as she looked up to see George taking a seat in front of her. “Don’t you have a school dance you’re supposed to be chaperoning.” She furrowed her eyebrows, pointing a finger at him. She meant for it to be accusatory, but with red puffy eyes, George mostly found it (as Neville said) endearing.

“Some things are more important than watching boys and girls stand on opposite ends of a room.” He shrugged, reaching across the table and grabbing his friends hand. “Listen, real men don’t treat women the way you’ve been treated the past few weeks. I’m sorry you’re going through this. If it makes you feel better, sometimes I still call my ex and leave voicemails in a country accent.” George offered, making Y/N giggled, wiping lone tears.

“Well, you can always call me and talk to me in a country accent instead.” She shrugged, in an attempt to help him the way he’s come to help her. “Do you want to go home and watch—”

“Literally anything other than Casablanca, okay? I will watch whatever sad chick flick you want, but you have watched Casablanca like twenty times this week.” George puffed, standing up and reaching his hand out for Y/N. “Let’s go home and get drunk and cry.” He smiled. Y/N grinned, grabbing his hand and letting him walk her out of the shop. She was still embarrassed, but her heart felt a lot better knowing someone came to help her out of this feeling. She’d never admit it to George, but it was probably the nicest thing anyone had ever done for her.

-

When Draco, Neville, and Harry returned home, their suit jackets thrown over their shoulders and looking rather tired from dealing with teenagers all night, they found quite the sight for their sore eyes. George and Y/N were stood in front of the TV, clearly drunk, singing along to Heath Ledger’s character serenading Julia Stiles character in 10 Things I Hate About You. Draco, Neville, and Harry all looked at each other, shrugging. They dropped their suit coats and joined in, feeding the fire that was drunken George and Y/N.

And that was the end to Y/N’s first week in the loft above the Weasley’s Wizards Wheezes store in Hogsmeade.

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