#and her best friend is a trans guy who’s uh.

[ind1c0lite]

FINALLY yall get to see this lmao, basically Ive had an au (??) rattling around in my head where Apollo decides to hire Kay, a private investigator, to help him find and track down his birth mother, shenanigans ensue, some more things abt it under the cut (feel free to ask anything abt it it lives rent free in my head JHKLJ)

-Most likely takes place a year after SOJ- Though I havent actually watched it for myself yet so Im just going off of info from the wiki HGJKHL

-Kay is 26! shes been a PI for about 3 years now and has gained a rep for being VERY good at her job

-Apollo approaches her with basically nO info or leads and while its gonna Make their job MUCH harder, Kay decides to take it on anyways on the condition that Apollo acts as her assistant during this case

-Basically this is just Apollos lil secret mission for himself, he doesnt tell anyone else abt it since its so emotionally heavy for him

-Im not sure exactly /how/ theyd do it, but I do know that Apollos bracelet would be the best bet after looking through way too much paperwork, probably via finding out what its made out of it since its a special kind of metal

- Basically it'd go like: Find out who commissioned said bracelet > turns out it was Magnifi Gramarye > Uh Oh.PNG > Theres only one woman who was in Troupe Gramarye > Apollo crisis whenever he sees Trucy now > He needs more proof though beside that > Kay finds an older recording of Troupe Gramarye, Thalassa is seen out of costume, wearing both bracelets > Well it cant be just coincidence now > He Is Now a lil Magician man > Now they have to find Thalassa > Turns out shes dead > find out that she didnt ACTUALLY die, Magnifi faked her death> not sure how they would get from here to finding out Thalassa is Lamiroir > Also find out that Phoenix has knwon this entire time and didnt tell either trucy or Apollo > mixed emotions over aLL of it but GOD Apollo is just happy to know his mother is still alive

-I like to think that Trucy joins Apollo and kay at some point in their investigation since shes directly involved at that point

-Maybe a small side plot where Apollo hasnt told Kay about the perceive thing and so he knows shes lying about /something/ unrelated to their case (the whole being the yatagarasu deal)

-overall I think Kay and Apollo would be good friends they could ABSOLUTELY match each others energy and it'd be a good time, they're trans girl trans guy solidarity

-It /c o u l d/ be like an Investigations like plot wheres theres different cases that all tie into the greater mystery OR finding his mom is the focus of it Im not totally sure yet hjgkhlj

[stevieharringtonwifeguy]

Transfem Stevie who figures it out when she goes to a gay bar with Robin (post s3?) and meets another transwoman and has a Huh, you can do that? moment.

i sort of Went Off on this one lmaoo. bc im incapable of not steddifying everything this is now T4T Steddie 2: This Time They're Lesbians- with trans girl eddie cracking stevie's egg

PLEASE NOTE: this is set in the 80s, so they use kind of outdated terminology for trans people. also there's a d slur used in a positive, self-ID way. overall the vibes are good but the language is questionable. do with that what you will lol

When Robin asks Steve to be her ‘emotional support heterosexual’ (her words) for her first visit to an Indianapolis gay club, Steve prepares himself for a night of ‘hey, have you met my friend Robin’, pointedly not hitting on any girls, and politely declining offers of drinks and dances from guys until he’s buzzed enough to admit he’s curious. And so far, that’s exactly what he’s been doing. Robin’s off dancing with a girl after Steve assured her about ten times that he’d be fine on his own. He’s just debating whether or not his inhibitions are lowered enough to go dancing when his thoughts are interrupted by a voice to his right.

“Steeeeeeeve Harrington.”

Steve turns, already cringing. Anyone who says his name with a tone like that is someone who is not going to be thrilled with seeing him in a gay club. The thing is, Steve has no idea who this person is. Can’t even really tell if they’re a guy or a girl. Their features are fairly masculine, all lean muscles and square chin, but they’ve got long, wild hair and heavy eye makeup. The cropped muscle tank with ‘Massive Dyke’ printed in lurid red muddies the waters even further.

“Oh, hey… uh…” Yeah, Steve’s pulling a complete blank. They look kind of familiar? He’s definitely seen them around. Somewhere. 

They roll their eyes. “Not surprised King Steve doesn’t recognise me. Especially looking like this. What are you doing here?”

Steve sighs a little. “I’m here with a friend. She was nervous to come alone so I’m here for moral support and wingmanning.”

“Yeah, sure,” they scoff, and Steve frowns even more.

“Look, I know I was a dick in high school. And I’m genuinely sorry if I was a dick to you. But that was four years ago. I’ve grown up, and I’m here to be a good friend. Can you let me do that?”

The person blinks, and then looks a little sheepish. “Okay, yeah, that’s fair,” they say, before extending a hand. “And it’s Eddie. Eddie Munson.”

Steve smiles and shakes the offered hand. “Oh, yeah! You ran that club my kids went to- dungeons and dragons, right? Cool to see you again, dude!”

Eddie’s face does a complicated little wiggle before- “Uh, not a dude, man.”

“Wait, what?”

“I’m a girl, now. Still Eddie, though, it’s just short for Edith now. Have you heard of transsexuals?”

Steve shakes his head. “I’m pretty new to this. I know, like. Five words.”

“Well, easiest way to put it is that I was born a guy, but I feel more like a girl, so now I’m, like, switching.”

“Switching…” Steve says, trying his best to look genuinely interested and confused. He generally doesn’t struggle too hard to look confused, but he’s a little worried Eddie will think he’s being a dick about it. “You can do that?”

Eddie snorts, gesturing down to herself. “Clearly.”

“Huh,” Steve says. Frankly, this is blowing his mind. “Why doesn’t everyone do that, then? Like, no one likes being a guy.”

“Ye- wait, what?”

“Like, the sexism of being a girl would suck, obviously. But everything else sounds great! Like, you get prettier clothes and you can wear makeup- and girls are so nice to other girls, I've always been kind of jealous of that.”

Eddie looks shocked, but Steve's on a roll now, almost forgetting she's there as he continues thinking aloud. “And like. Girls’ bodies are just. Better, y'know? Like what do guys have, muscles? Girls can have muscles too, but girls are just so… like, everyone wants boobs, right?”

Eddie has a strange look on her face. “I mean, I do. Because I’m transsexual.”

“When you’re transsexual, do you get boobs? Like, do you- wait, is that rude? I feel like I wouldn’t ask another girl about her boobs.”

Eddie’s silent for a moment, looking at Steve in bewilderment, before she seems to collect herself. She takes a swig of her beer and then smiles at him. It looks both welcoming and like she’s in on a secret, and puts Steve at ease. He can see why the kids were so obsessed with her in high school.

“You know what, ordinarily it would be kind of rude, but I have a feeling this conversation is… not what I thought it was gonna be,” she says, and Steve tilts his head a bit in confusion. “So yeah, I do have boobs. You can take estrogen as a little pill, and it basically does puberty for you again. You get boobs, a little extra fat on your hips and thighs, and your skin gets softer. Here, feel.”

And then Eddie takes Steve’s hand and slides it up her shirt. His brain immediately turns off. And yeah, there’s definitely a gentle swell there. They’re small, but Steve can feel the squish of them. Her nipples are pierced. Steve thinks he might die.

“Wow,” he squeaks, about five embarrassing octaves higher than his normal tone. “Cool!”

Eddie grins as she removes his hand from her tit. “Yeah, cool. I’d let you fondle them a little more, sweetheart, but they’re still growing. Kind of sore.”

Steve blushes, rubbing his hand on his thigh and desperately trying to will his boner down. “Man, I wish I could grow boobs,” he sighs, a little wistfully.

“You can, y’know,” Eddie says, with a little chuckle and a soft smile. “What’s stopping you?”

That. Steve hasn’t considered that. A hundred things come to his lips- he’s not like that, he’s not one of those- a hundred things that he knows are absolutely terrible reasons. If Robin were here she’d either be whacking him upside the head or giving him that really sad look she does whenever he’s mean to himself.

“Hey,” Eddie says, speaking softly and laying a gentle hand on Steve’s knee. It shocks him out of his spiral as he looks up into her big brown eyes. “Y’know, I’ve got some makeup in my van. If you wanted to try some things out. No one here will judge you.”

“I- yeah,” Steve is breathless. “I’d like that. Uh- my friend-”

“Oh, is she real? I’ll be honest, I kinda thought you were doing the ‘oh I’m not gay I’m just here for a friend’ thing.”

Laughing, Steve looks out over the crowd. “No, she’s real. Let me just let her know I’ll be gone for a moment- honestly she’s probably halfway to third base with some girl anyway-”

And sure enough, Robin is more than ready to let Steve wander off once he peels her off a pretty girl on the opposite side of the club. He rejoins Eddie, who leads him down the street towards her van and helps him into the back. She takes out her makeup bag, cracking jokes about their wildly different styles while she delicately brushes powder over his face. She generously refrains from threatening to take his eye out with the eyeliner pencil (more than once at least), and apologises for not having anything more ‘babygirl’ than her bright red lipstick. Steve can definitely say this is the most fun he’s ever had in the back of a van.

Finally, masterpiece done, Eddie rummages in her bag for a little compact, presenting it to Steve with a dumb little bow. Steve takes it with a roll of his eyes, and prepares himself with a deep breath.

The person in the mirror is beautiful. Glowing skin, huge doe eyes lined with smokey eyeliner and lashes a mile long, practically sinful lips. Steve almost doesn’t recognise himself, except that he does. He really, really does, in a way he now realises he never really has before. It’s the first time he’s ever looked at his face in the mirror and not wanted to change anything.

“You’re a really pretty girl, Stevie,” Eddie says with a gentle smile.

Steve can’t look away from the mirror. “Yeah,” she says, a red-lipped grin stretching across her face. “I really am.”

[wth-if]

Humans have made their peace with the supernatural a long time ago.. all of them, except the demons.

Ten years ago Archangel Michael swooped down from the Heavens to give humans a new salvation, a solution to their pest problem, a little thing they called H.E.L.L. - Heaven's Eradication of Lethal Lowborns.

Ever since then the demons have been under control. Until recently -unexpected, right?- after a series of kidnappings conducted by a cult calling themselves The Morningstar's Children. Ever since, H.E.L.L. has been cracking down hard on the lowborns.

And well, Lucifer Morningstar (The President of Hell Themself and Michael's sibling) is having none of that.

In retaliation, she sends you, a demon, to infiltrate H.E.L.L., and take it down.. from the inside!

OR, a celestial sibling rivalry goes a bit too far.

FEATURES (May Change!):

Play as a lowborn/demon! Male, female or nonbinary (including cis/trans options); gay, straight or aro/ace; be the vessel for Lucifer’s revenge against her sibling by.. hunting your own kind? What?

In-depth character customization! Hair color & style, skin color, body type, markings, piercings, etc!

Choose how you got chosen for the job! Are you a demonic assassin or are you just an average joe who happened to be walking by?

Romance one out of four unique romance options! Your demonic co-worker, a demon hunter and TWO archangels (that’s right!)

Cause chaos and shenanigans! Get Michael’s coffee wrong, mess up an investigation and let demons escape H.E.L.L.’s grasp! It’s what you’re here for!

Discover the mystery behind the disappearances, and who's really behind The Morningstar's Children!

Help Lucifer Morningstar win her election against her son Satan, or sabotage it!

Levithan (He/Him): Demonic Overlord, Son of Lucifer, Sin of Envy. You'd expect a guy with that description to be pretty full of himself, but instead he seems pretty tired and over-worked. He's been tasked by Lucifer to infiltrate H.E.L.L. alongside you- why? It's anyone's guess at this point. (Possible Tropes: bickering couple, tired x energetic, tol x smol)

Yavhi Gupta (They/Them): Stubborn, rude and cold-hearted. They've been working for H.E.L.L. since they were able to join, and they're one of the toughest, roughest demon hunters around. They don't joke or play around, they go straight for the kill each time. Unlucky for you then, that you've been assigned to train underneath them for the foreseeable future. (Possible Tropes: enemies to lovers, opposites attract, black cat x golden retriever)

Raquel (She/Her): Fierce, witty and loyal to the end. When her best friend left Heaven, she followed right after. Now, she works as a detective alongside him and they've been hired by an outside source to investigate The Morningstar's Children, as H.E.L.L. can't seem to do anything right, and she'll do anything to find out the truth; even if it means teaming up with a lowborn like you. (Possible Tropes: fwbs to lovers, smart x dumbass)

Gabriel (He/Him): Quiet, yet lethal and dangerous. He left Heaven for a reason, but now works alongside his friend as a detective. He's the brawn of the operation, but just as willing to do anything to get the truth... even if you get the feeling he knows more than it seems. (Male MCs only. Possible Tropes: Mutual pining, star-crossed lovers, quiet x loud)

Lucifer Morningstar (She/They): As the Sin of Greed, she's the father (mother?) of all the other deadly sins, and the current President of Hell- though with reelections soon, and her subjects looking in their son's, Satan's, favor, that might change soon. Which is why they sent you on the quest to take down H.E.L.L., so her rep would get a serious boost. She's conniving, scheming and pantsuit wearing, and will stop at nothing to keep her spot on top. (And I love her.)

Michael (They/Them): The most powerful Archangel of them all, it was obvious that one day, they'd become the humans savior, their saving grace.. uh, not really, but they love the praise. Recently however they've been under fire from the human media after a slip-up resulted in the deaths of six people, but they managed to save grace by capturing and promptly executing a few lowborns connected to The Morningstar's Children. (Which, In Raquel's professional opinion, puts them right at the top of her list of suspects.)

Shae (She/Her): A vampire and the one who hired Raquel and Gabriel after the kidnapping of her son Damien at the hands of The Morningstar's Children.

LINKS :

DEMO POST (TBA) R/O INTROS (TBA)

Asks about the R/Os, the characters or the story in general are always welcomed!

[pluralsword]

Months Later, Earthspark...

So... we didn't forget about Earthspark.

How could we? We've said we think it's the overall best Transformers show so far in 2023 CE, we were very excited at how it tackled how gender and alt-mode can relate to each other (except the Jawbreaker episode was a disappointment what with how masculinity problems were basically substituted for dinosaurs and mixed up with what should have been a PTSD narrative for Grimlock separate from Jawbreaker's aesthetic journey, and on the subject of rage that came here you would sure think the warrior teacher gal Robbie's asks if she'd show her "beserker rage" would have had some advise), the prison abolition stuff is cool, Arcee was fantastic and so very clearly drawing on her IDW iterations to the point we were hoping she'd talk about gender stuff onscreen and it would unfortunately seem that is not likely to happen... So we were enthused, but also frustrated, with how the Terran and Cybertronian aspects of life are almost always only seen through the lens of anatomy, vague history, or the oppression they go through under an ICE allegory, and qualms that have been touched on how the Terrans are basically raised without connection or celebration of transformer societal practices along with false equivalencies of the Transformers to human immigrants to the USA and uh well... ...there were some things that squicked us about some of the threats the characters faced that reminded us of childhood traumas from media and socialization growing up and we don't feel like getting into it directly too much.

We wanted to write something that honored the parts we liked while navigating how we think the bots in-universe would feel about the stuff the show didn't cover or the traumas they were put through, and how they may have tackled that offscreen, if only because we feel the deep want to. So... several months ago, after writing part of the first chapter but not being in the emotional headspace to actually finish it what with other things in life going on, we got back to it in November:

All Souls' Reforging is Neverending, which you can read on Ao3, here's the summary:

After the events of Season 1 Episode 19 "A Stygi Situation", Grimlock and Jawbreaker are in the forest when Grim gets a call from his close friend and old revolutionary war pal, Arcee, who's checking on him and offering to hang out beyond the notice of GHOST to help with his healing process, as Grimlock had done for her twice in the past. Grimlock happily agrees, and Jawbreaker goes along as well. In the Autobot's hideaway, Arcee and Grimlock detail to Jawbreaker some of the depths of peaceful transformer history and society that overlap and differ from humanity, the hierarchy that disrupted that legacy, and the Autobot rise after. Arcee also gives him some tools to embrace his strength to be gentle. As a neurodiverse trans system with some gal gender stuff & a second generation immigrant background who navigated anger and rage and pain over otherness and alienation, it was a bit saddening to see how awkward the guy-gal dynamic was in "A Stygi Situation" and that Arcee wasn't present with her own insight on rage as a tool with reason and ethos. So we wrote this, Chapter 2 and 3 will be about Arcee, Nova Storm, & Skywarp navigating traumas from episodes after, and how they seek closure.

For people who are okay with chapter spoilers, you can find the chapter 2 summary below. we dunno when we're gonna write chapter 3, rather busy:

Nova Storm and Skywarp have been through a lot. Veterans of the war against Functionism, they fell from the ethos of solidarity then by helping fight for the Decepticon Empire. In the aftermath of that war, they ended up on the run from GHOST on an unfriendly world, had to turn to the cruel and hateful Dr. Mandroid for sustenance and vengeance, endured imprisonment, faced off against the terrifying and repulsively invasive Dweller of the Depths, and finally became part of the reckoning that brings down GHOST. Trauma hits differently for everyone, and for Nova Storm, her encounter with the Dweller has left her unable to enjoy embraces and kisses from her partner Skywarp, and she still struggles with anger and sadness over how helpless she felt. So, when the dust settles after the Season 1 finale, Nova Storm turns for help from one of her old combat unit friends among the Autobots, Arcee… and she and Skywarp realize almost immediately that the violation of autonomy by mind control that Arcee experienced from GHOST likely left her in need of help as well, so mutual healing and reconciliation is sought… along with resolve to make joy and mourn for all that has come to pass.

So uh, yeah, this chapter also deals with how icky the Dweller in the Depths episode was (particularly but certainly not limited to the way the Dweller held Nova Storm reminded us of sexual(ized) violence. to be honest) in a way that we think the characters might in retrospect.

Again, you can read All Souls' Reforging is Neverending, which you can read on Ao3. Also, please feel free to reach out to us about this writing or comment, we know it covers sensitive topics even if with a g-rated framework.

[mylordshesacactus]

Last week’s session left off on what was one of my favorite DM moments of the campaign.

Our bard, Max, managed to leverage his family of middle-class merchants to hook the party up with horses. Despite being essentially The Bennets But Worse, several members of his family were starting to put together that he was on the run from the law--though thankfully, only one of them appeared to be slowly linking the party to the de facto monarch of the country suddenly and inexplicably appearing to be on his deathbed.

In other words: It’s time to leave.

Max bribes, dismisses, and otherwise shoos off various cousins--and when he turns back around, they’re not alone.

His old friend Ihava, a punk-rock tabaxi bard-rogue whose weapons of choice are a guitar, brass knuckles, and a bottomless well of trans puns, has been helping them stay one step ahead of the law for days now...and, most recently, helped them infiltrate a charity gala at the royal palace.

Less than 24 hours before the Bastion of Life suddenly seemed to be dying.

Ihava is an anti-establishment activist...but the man, while not perfect, is a war hero. He did a lot of good. He established imperfect but well-meant assistance programs to help the poorest members of society gain access to healing at temples. He started a flawed but revolutionary public schooling system. He passed sweeping, earthshaking anti-discrimination laws, then legislated himself out of formal authority.

She doesn’t like the Bastion of Life, she will and has happily picketed his house, but she draws the line at being complicit in his fucking assassination.

She’s got hold of two of their horses and is fully and completely prepared to knock them out herself or die trying. She can’t, and won’t, take them at their word--because she knows Max, and Max is the best liar she’s ever met, and she’s paranoid and terrified that she didn’t treat that with the gravity it deserves before now.

Thankfully, she also has Zone of Truth--which the party manage to talk her down enough to convince her to try. Since they genuinely didn’t kill the guy, none of them (except Audie, who fails anyway) try to resist.

She only has three questions:

“Did you try to kill him?” “No.” “Do you know what did?” “No.” “What you’re doing- is it worth it?” “Yeah.” “People are going to get hurt?” “Well, yeah.” “Okay. Good.”

This seems like a very odd sentiment to have about the end of the world--but at a gesture, Ihava’s....uh, girl gang, basically...melt out of shadows and swing down from trees, a few vault the garden wall, etc. One of them hands over a nondescript instrument case, which she hands up to Max before stepping back and opening the nearby gate.

Her parting words are:

“I figured, if you were involved, either there was a good reason or I never knew you at all. I brought this--just in case you were the man I think you are.”

Max bursts into tears before he sees the masterwork enchanted violin she’s gifted him.

[gaytotaldrama]

a fic for @tdlover1126 who asked for some team amazon femslash. hope you enjoy!!

(also on my ao3)

“Sierra, can I…can I talk to you?”

“Of course, Codykins! Any time!” Sierra angles her makeshift wheelchair to face him. “We are best friends now, duh.”

“Right.” It’s a bajillion degrees up here at the top of the volcano, waiting for Heather or Alejandro to come in first place. Sierra is actually feeling pretty lucky to be bald right now, judging by the way Lindsay keeps brushing stray strands of sweaty hair out of her face and - is Trent actually dripping? So gross! She should remember to snap a picture of that.

“So, um.” Cody looks super awkward, unsure and nervous. “I don’t really know how to say this…”

“Do you need to hide a body?” Sierra asks him expectantly. “Because I know of a couple veeeery discreet spots.”

“I didn’t kill anyone, Sierra.”

“Just checking!”

“No, it’s…” He fidgets. “Well…you know how we were on Team Amazon?”

“Uh-huh.”

“And how Chris and all the guys kept making fun of me because I was the only dude on the team…”

“Oh, but that didn’t matter!” Sierra squeals. “You were like our honorary little boy-toy!”

“Right.” Cody sighs. “But that’s just the thing. I…I’m not, like…”

“Yeah?”

“It’s…I can’t…”

“Cody,” she says sincerely, laying a hand overtop of his. “I promise that I will not judge you. No matter what. You can trust me.”

“Sierra,” he says, and looks up at her with an expression like a deer caught in headlights. “I’m a girl.”

She blinks. Blinks again.  “You mean, like, you’re trans?”

“Well, uh…” Cody shrugs half-heartedly, nods. “Yeah, I guess. Yeah.”

“How long have you known?” Sierra can’t help but question.

Another shrug. “Dunno. My whole life? Since a week ago? It’s hard to pinpoint an exact…moment. You know?”

She nods. “Sure. So…do you want to use she/her pronouns from now on?”

Cody’s face muscles stop twitching, relaxing with relief. “Yes! I - Thank you, Sierra. I had a feeling you’d understand.”

“Well, I am your biggest fan,” she reminds her. “If I didn’t keep tabs on every little thing about you, then who would?”

Cody laughs, glancing downward. The gap between her teeth seems extra cute today. A bead of sweat drips its way down her nose. “I was thinking…Could you call me Jody from now on? I know it’s not that different from Cody, but…” She flushes - it might be due to the heat, but Sierra chooses to ignore that particular notion. “...I think it suits me.”

Sierra reaches out, and pinches her cheek. “Of course, Jodykins! You know, I’ve always been way more into girls than guys…”

Jody grins, Gosh that tooth gap!!! “You’re the first person I’ve ever told.”

Sierra smiles at her. “Thank you for trusting me, Jody. I’m super excited for you!!”

“Yeah. Me too.” A beat. “Hey, Sierra?”

“Yeah?”

“I was kinda thinking…you know, now that the game’s over and we can go back to normal life…Would you maybe wanna - “

“Look!” shouts Owen suddenly, pointing up ahead. “It’s them!”

Sure enough, Alejandro has crested the hill, Heather trudging slowly behind him. Sierra starts to feel that familiar rush of adrenaline she gets whenever a full-stakes no-holds-barred totally dramatic finale is on.

“Honey-baby-bear, I totally wanna hear what you have to say,” she starts. “But I really have to be invested in this endgame right now.”

Next to her, Jody giggles. “Sure. I totally understand.” They both turn their attention forward to the game at play.

And atop the chair’s armrest, a hand reaches out to grasp Sierra’s own.

[mrprettywhenhecries]

take me out

Gator Tillman ✗ Win Lewis (oc) ✗ Kirby Rivers (oc)

✗ wc. 2.5k words ✗ warning(s)/tags. oc / oc / canon pairing, trans/nonbinary oc, Kirby uses he/him & they/them, drinking, talk of drug use, smoking, minor violence, transphobia/intentional misgendering, poly relationship intro ✗ a/n. for my lovely @babydollbaron & their oc, Kirby 🥺💚

When Win finds out about the girl that outed Kirby to the whole town, she lets her anger get the best of her, and the three end up drunk and high and have an important relationship defining moment.

[ masterlist ]

Win happened to glance up from the bar when the door opened, Gator striding in with Kirby at his heels and her mood lifted instantly.

“Hey, there’s my favourite guys!” she called, grinning as Gator leaned across the bartop to steal a kiss while Kirby hung back, climbing atop a vacant barstool nearby, his gaze carefully averted like usual when PDA became involved.

“What are you two up to?” Win asked, already reaching for an empty pint glass and filling it with Gator’s draft of choice.

“Knew you were gettin’ off soon and couldn’t wait any longer to see ya,” Gator drawled, winking at her as he accepted his beer.

“Uh huh,” Win murmured doubtfully.  “You just wanted a free drink.”

“I can’t believe you’d think that!” he gasped and Kirby let out an amused snort.

Win laughed as she rolled her eyes, reaching for the bottle of whiskey behind the counter.  “Yeah, yeah, I still love you though,” she teased before turning her attention on Kirby.  “I hope you, at least, are here to see me,” she chuckled, flashing him a playful grin. 

She could tell he was uncomfortable, their eyes darting around the half crowded room as they fidgeting in their seat, uncharacteristically quiet.

Win couldn’t think of a time she’d ever seen her friend so subdued, not even when he was high, not like this.

At her words, however, Kirby huffed a laugh and rubbed the side of his nose before leaning atop the bar conspiratorially, a grin tugging at his lips.  “Well, let’s just say I’m not here for the drinks,” he joked, sharing Win’s smile.

“See, at least Kirbs has their priorities straight,” she taunted, giving Gator a wry look before turning back to Kirby.  “Don’t worry, I’ll make it weak,” she assured him as she mixed a whiskey cola.

“You’re an angel, Winnie!” they exclaimed, once more quieting as they brought the glass to their lips, his eyes darting around the room as their shoulders hunched.

Win frowned, following Kirby’s gaze and she noticed Gator tense, his own gaze turning sharp as he peered in the direction Kirby was, silently searching for trouble before his eyes met hers for a moment, speaking volumes.  They both knew why Kirby didn’t go out much.

“Hey Lewis, you’re free to go,” Frankie, the owner, grunted as he rounded the bar to take her place and she nodded, untying the small black apron around her waist.

“Thanks Franks, can you mix me one?” she asked, joining Gator and Kirby on the other side of the bar.

“Comin’ right up.”

Frankie poured her the same drink she’d just made for Kirby, but considerably stronger.  “There y’go, darlin’,” he said, sliding the glass atop the bar to her before heading away to see to another customer.

Win took a sip and sighed, finally relaxing.  “That’s more like it,” she murmured, leaning against Gator’s side.  

“So, what’re the plans for tonight, fellas?” she asked, waiting for Kirby to respond.  Instead they let out a sharp gasp, followed by a groan as they shrank in on themself, their head snapping back to the bar top.

“Actually, can we maybe, kinda, get outta here?” they asked in a hushed voice, forcing a humourless laugh as they checked over their shoulder once more and ducking back down.

Gator’s eyes scanned the room to see who Kirby’d been looking at while Win frowned, setting her glass down.  

“What’s wrong?” she asked, leaning in closer, her hand coming to rest against Kirby’s hunched back, rubbing soothing circles.

Kirby grimaced and shook his head.  “Nothing!  Nothing, I’m just, uh– I just wanna get this fun evening started, that’s all!” he exclaimed, trying to sound cheerful.

“Oh no, I know that tone,” Win said, not budging.  “Who do I need to fight?”

Kirby looked down at the half empty glass in their hands and let out a long breath before nodding toward a girl at the other end of the bar chatting up some guy.

“So, that girl, she and I had a thing, or I thought we could,” he murmured, his voice hushed.  “She was really into me, we started making out, but she uh, got a little too handsy before I could explain the whole no penis thing—“

They shrugged, rubbing the back of their neck awkwardly.  “She freaked out, turned into a massive bitch about it and basically told the whole town I’m a freak,” he explained, keeping his eyes carefully on the bar top, his face heating with embarrassment.

“So there, now you know—“

Before Kirby could say another word, Win threw back the rest of her drink and stalked off with purpose, squaring her shoulders as she made her way to the other end of the bar, red filling her vision.  Striding up to the girl Kirby’d pointed out, she stepped between her and the guy she was in the middle of talking to, cutting them off.

“Hey—!”

“You the one that outed my friend to the whole town?” Win asked, ignoring the girl’s outburst, her jaw flexing.

“What?” she asked, confused, til she glanced past Win to see Kirby sitting at the bar and trying to shrink into their seat as much as possible.  “Oh, you mean that freak that pretends to be a guy to trick women?” she scoffed.  “Yeah, I had to warn the other girls in town, so they wouldn’t fall for her sick tricks,” she sneered.

Win merely flashed her a tight smile, her anger boiling to the surface before she closed her hand into a fist and decked the other woman straight in the nose.

“Oh shit,” Gator hissed, jumping up from his stool.

“You fucking bitch, you broke my nose!” 

“You’re lucky that’s all I broke,” Win spat, feeling Gator’s arms circle around her, lifting her easily to drag her away, still spewing a colourful string of expletives.

“C’mon, let’s go,” Gator said, catching the collar of Kirby’s shirt as he passed, pulling him toward the door as Win struggled in his grasp.  Once outside, he hustled both of them into his truck despite Win’s protests, Kirby crawling into the cramped backseat as Gator pulled out of the parking lot.

A tense silence fell over the truck as Win stewed, slowly calming down when Kirby finally broke the silence, taking a deep breath and huffing a laugh, their lips stretching wide.

“That was so fuckin’ hot!”

The words hung in the air for a moment before they all began to laugh, Kirby’s amusement infectious.

“The look on her face was priceless!” he exclaimed, wiping at the tears that had gathered in their eyes from laughing so hard.

“You’re such a little spitfire,” Gator chuckled, looking over at Win before glancing back at Kirby, his grin lingering for a moment before tearing his eyes away and back to the road.

“I couldn’t help it!  I couldn’t just let her get away with that!” Win cried, the aftershocks of her laughter still clutching her.

“C’mon, let’s get our drink on, firecracker,” Gator snorted as he parked in her driveway.

“You got any of that good grass with you, Kirbs?” Win asked, craning in her seat to look back at them.

“Why yes, madam, I do,” he replied, ducking his head to hide a grin as he slipped out the back seat.

It wasn’t long before the three of them were high and drunk and lounging together on the couch, Win growing more affectionate with each drink she finished, pulling Gator’s arms around her and leaning her head on Kirby’s shoulder.

“Hey, seriously though, Winnie, I wanted to thank you,” Kirby said, rubbing at his heavy lidded, bloodshot eyes.  “No one’s ever stood up for me like that before.  It really means a lot, though—“ they let out a huff and ran their fingers through their mess of bleached hair.  “I’m afraid your reputation may have just gotten worse,” they added wryly, their lips twisting apologetically.

Win shrugged, waving the thought away.  “That girl was a bitch,” she grunted, setting her empty glass down on the coffee table.  “Besides, she clearly doesn’t know what she’s missing out on.”

Kirby lifted an eyebrow at her.  “Oh yeah?  And what’s that?” he chuckled awkwardly and Win pouted in response.

“Well, you’re super sweet for one, and two, you’re attractive as hell—“ she said, her words slurring slightly.

“Tell us how ya really feel, why don’tcha,” Gator snorted and Win swiveled to fix him with a pointed look.  “You know how attracted to you I am,” she huffed, poking her boyfriend in the side.  “Am I not allowed to find Kirby sexy too?”

“Sexy?” Kirby repeated incredulously, sitting up straighter, their eyes darting to Gator and away again quickly, clearly not wanting to step on any toes.  “I’m flattered, truly, but Win—“ 

Before they could finish politely telling Win that they didn’t feel comfortable getting in the middle of her and Gator, she was already leaning in for a kiss.

“Ope!” Kirby yelped, quickly turning his head to avert crisis, Win’s lips harmlessly finding their cheek instead and her pout deepened.

“You don’t wanna kiss me?” she asked, peering at him through her lashes and Kirby squirmed in his seat, his face flushing hotly.

“It’s not that–!” they exclaimed, swallowing thickly, his eyes darting to Gator as he wet his lips.  “I–You’re–dating Gator, and as much as I like you, I’d never do that to you guys,” he explained, raising his hands and dropping them back to his legs helplessly, almost deflating, but Win merely looked thoughtful, a mischievous grin stretching her pink lips.

“What if we both kissed you?”

For a moment Kirby’s mouth fell open and they blinked at her, sure they’d misheard.

“Huh?” was all he could get out, looking between his two friends in confusion, their stomach flipping almost hopefully.

“Would that make it fair?” Win asked, raising an eyebrow, her lips curled like the cat that got the cream.

Before Kirby could protest on Gator’s behalf, trying to explain to Win that her boyfriend wouldn’t want to do that, she stopped him, silencing them with a finger to his lips.

“I’ve seen the way Gator looks at you, I’d say he’s interested.”

At her words, Kirby turned to gape at Gator, now completely flabbergasted.  Of course they knew that Win had noticed their attraction to her boyfriend, but he hadn’t actually thought that their attraction would ever be reciprocated.

Now it was Gator’s turn to turn red, his gaze darting away as he shrugged, fighting for nonchalance.

“I mean, I can see the appeal,” he murmured, his hazel eyes hesitantly turning back to Kirby.

“Wait–just to clarify here, because I’m extremely stoned here and I wanna make sure I’m hearing this right–you’re okay with this?” Kirby exclaimed, fixing Gator with an incredulous look.

“I said I was, didn’t I?” he replied, the tips of his ears burning.  “So let’s do this before I lose my nerve,” he muttered and Win’s grin widened.

Slipping from his side and into Kirby’s lap, she took hold of his face and leaned in, giggling softly against his lips as she kissed them, slowly at first.  “This okay?” she whispered, pulling back just enough to check on them, Kirby nodding breathlessly before pulling Win back in, his hands squeezing her hips as they explored her mouth with their tongue, Win boldly reciprocating, moaning into Kirby’s mouth before once more pulling back to let Gator have a turn.

When his mouth met Gator’s, Kirby squeezed his eyes shut, just waiting for the other man to pull back in disgust, but he didn’t.  

The kiss was much more hesitant than Win’s, but felt just as right, and Kirby let Gator set the pace, his breath hitching when Gator’s tongue swiped against his lips, slowly testing the waters before delving deeper.

When Gator finally pulled back, Win beamed at the pair of them, grabbing Gator by the scruff of his neck for their own passionate kiss.

As Kirby watched them, his heart pounding in his ears and his head swimming, they couldn’t quite be sure if they were dreaming or not, but when Win claimed his lips again, Kirby decided if it was a dream, it was a damn good one.

The next morning, Kirby stirred, their eyes still shut as they came to, at first noticing how warm they were before realizing they were pressed between two bodies.  Their eyes snapping open, Kirby froze at the sight that met him–Gator asleep facing him, their legs entwined and his hand resting on Kirby’s neck, while snuggled up behind him was Win, her face pressed to his shoulder and her arm slung over his middle, her hand snaked under his shirt.

“So, it wasn’t a dream,” they murmured, unsure exactly what to do–torn between not wanting it to end and wanting to make sure the others didn’t regret what had transpired the night before, now that they were all sober.

Win began to wake before Kirby could decide on a course of action, snuggling closer with a sleepy moan, her arm around their middle tightening.

“Mornin’ handsome,” she breathed, her voice muffled against Kirby’s back.

“Uh, morning,” he replied, breathing out a nervous laugh.  “You know I’m not Gator, right?”

Win lifted her head, propping her chin on Kirby’s shoulder.  “I know.”

“Oh, okay.  Uhm, that’s good,” they murmured–at least Win didn’t seem phased, but Win wasn’t exactly the one he was worried about.

When Gator’s jaw cracked in a large yawn, his eyes fluttering open, he let out a soft groan before clearing his throat, and Kirby offered him a nervous half smile.  

“Hey.”

“Hey,” Gator answered, a little bewildered, though his lips twitched slightly.

Kirby pulled in a deep breath and sat up, pulling his knees to his chest as he looked between his two friends.

“So… as much as I enjoyed this–” they said, gesturing to all of them.  “–I think we should probably have a little conversation.”

Win rolled to her back, stretching through a yawn.  “I don’t see what there is to discuss,” she said, rolling back to her side and propping her head in her hand.  “The truth came out last night, it seems we’re all into each other.  So, let’s do this,” she suggested.

“Is that even… allowed?” Gator asked, his brows furrowing in confusion, til Win barked a laugh and took his hand. 

“Of course it is.  We can do whatever we want,” she answered.

“You sure?” Gator asked doubtfully, and it was Kirby’s turn to grin, shaking his head ruefully. 

“As long as you want to,” they agreed, holding their breath for his answer.

Gator shut his eyes for a long moment before opening them again, his gaze drifting from Kirby to Win and back, the corner of his mouth finally lifting as his expression softened.

“I think I’d like to give it a try,” he decided, his face dusted pink.

Win let out a cheer before piling on top of both of them.  “Finally!” she exclaimed, pulling Gator and Kirby closer, snuggled between them.  “Now, can someone make me some eggs and toast to help get rid of this hangover?”

“I can help with that,” Kirby chuckled, their heart fuller than it had been in a long time.

[whiskersz]

Hi I saw you were doing matchups so I wanted to you try it out lol!

So some basic stuff I go by Aj I’m a trans guy who uses he/they pronouns, while I do have a small preference to girls or well just anyone falling under a feminine label I am open to about anyone! I want the matchup to be romantic and would prefer Husk and Angel to be excluded (I picture Husk as a father and I ship him and angel so be kinda weird lol)

For personality and what not I’m similar to Niffty in the whole absolutely chaotic kinda way but only with the people I know and trust, I’m very kind and while I’ll jokingly make fun of people I make sure they’re okay with it and aren’t actually uncomfortable. At first I’m very quiet and reserved (at most one or two comments) but after opening up it’s hard to get me to stop talking lol I’m also very sarcastic and make a lot of dirty jokes. Likes and dislikes is kinda hard, I like collecting plushies like a lot I could be compared to the “weird kid” (I love fnaf, batim, Beetlejuice, tadc, a lot more) I will say I absolutely love like physical touch and what not though I hate asking for things or starting something. My hobbies mainly include making art and what not I focus on visual art though I do like writing and acting a lot as well, I also love picking something up like a book or movie and just never finishing it lol! Tbh I don’t really have a type besides “sad but bad boy” and even then that’s not really a type lol. But yeah I uh think that’s it have an amazing day/night!

Hey Aj! Thank you for requesting a matchup! We have something in common, I also have the tendency to pick up things and never finishing them ahah; anyway!

A hug is coming your way, as I match you with...

Charlie!

Charlie is sunny, optimistic, and just the right person who would allow you to come out of your initial shell. She loves both your kindness and how chaotic you are, and I’m sure she would be very proud of herself for being able to let you open up quickly and witness your true personality; she loves a talkative and affectionate friend, even more so if they end up becoming her partner.

I’m sure she wouldn’t mind your sarcasm at all either, as long as you don’t get too rude with her; she chuckles at your jokes a lot and sometimes tries to be sarcastic back, resulting in her stammering on her words slightly as she admittedly isn’t the best at this kind of thing. It’s endearing to you though, really, and you reassure her that she doesn’t need to match your personality all the time, you find her lovely as she is – her eyes sparkle at that, finding you very romantic -.

She absolutely loves the fact that you like collecting plushies, in fact she’s a big fan of them herself! She insists on giving a name to each one of them, and if they already have one she wants to know the story behind them at all costs. She also surprises you with one of them from time to time, I feel like she would be at least a bit into gift-giving, and when you inevitably end up sleeping in the same bed she doesn’t want to exclude any of your plushies, resulting in you two sleeping completely surrounded by them!

Charlie is quite the creative person herself, in her own way: she likes musicals and singing, so if the things you’re into have some sort of fan songs or anything like that, she would enjoy learning them and getting into your own interests in general. She also loves anything that you make and showers you in compliments each time you show her one of your creations, which makes you blush a little. She also insists on showing the other residents of the Hotel, but it’s up to you if you want to do that or not, she totally understands if you’d rather keep your art private and in that case she’d feel honoured to be one of the lucky ones who gets to see it.

She encourages you to finish the things you start watching or reading, too! Mostly because she loves doing these activities with you, and she really wants to know what happens at the end...but she also feels guilty finishing them on her own, so if you’re looking for somebody who keeps you excited and entertained when you get into anything, she’s the right demon!

She’s also quite affectionate, hugging you, holding your hand and kissing your cheek whenever she gets the chance, so she doesn’t really mind that you’re not into initiating these kind of things as she will do it herself, as long as you let her know you enjoy it!

All in all you and Charlie definitely have a best friends to lovers kind of relationship, and if you’re wondering how this affects Vaggie (in case you’d be comfortable being in a poly relationship) I can actually see you two being on good terms, she agrees with you and Charlie dating wholeheartedly as I see you two getting along quite well, too!

[evengirlierballs]

What are your NITW headcanons?

I HAVE A LIST: 1. Gregg is trans and might realize that after they start living in bright harbour 2. Bea and Jackie are the best two characters to ship don't @ me. 3. The Janitor is a cryptid who just shows up to fix things when people are going through difficult transitions, hence is obsession with fixing doors. He's always helping people through thresholds of uncertainty 4. Germ is. 5. Gregg and angus will eventually break up/join a polycule after seeing what else is out there, since right now theyre the only gay boys in town to their knowledge. 6. Mae is Nonbinary (directly disproven in a statement by the creators, i simply do not care) 7. Gregg and Mae and Angus are all supposed to be fat characters!!!! I continue to re-iterate this and display it in my work. Most people dont have a problem with angus being fat but they will often draw gregg as a twink and mae as a female twink, but:

THIS BOY IS WIDER THAN HE IS TALL LIKE GOT DAMN how are people still pretending that he's a twinklet. all i have to say is NUH UH! and for mae, her clothes are often depitcted as too small and i just like the idea of her form matching gregg's as their connection is strong. 8. Gregg clearly prefers physical activites like skating, biking, smashing cars with bats, crossbowing, knife fighting, archery (etc) but I also totally feel like he's a nerd you know? like he'd totally have a fun night with angus and mae and bea playing DnD or something, He may not have always been into that stuff, but Angus would totally get him into it. 9. [SPOILERS AHEAD] I believe that obnoxious church group was part of the secret town cult. We never get to know all of who was a part of the conservative uncle cult, and what we do know about the members is vague at best. But, there's a small list of people i noticed who don't show up for the final day of the game before band practice, it could just be a coincidence, ya know, theyre just sleeping in or something, But i wouldn't be surprised if those shitheads who refused to house bruce bit it at the bottom of the well. For a while I also thought Bea's dad and Aunt Molly were part of the cult, but in the weird autumn edition, both of those characters are encountered during the final day/cutscene on mae's puter. 10. Mae's grandad and that older union dog lady (sasha? i think?) were totally slonkin' each other's shit silly style between/at protests. 11. If you smack gregg's knife enough times in the knife fight scene, it'll break! and he'll replace it with a much cooler orange knife. This isn't a headcanon, this is just a fun fact from me! Lar! 12. Angus is definitely the top, he's just soft about it. and gregg is just a hyperactive bottom. 13. In the scene where mae attends the party in the woods with her friends, The eternal idea of, "a douchebag with an acoustic guitar who does nothing but bring it to parties to play one song" is referenced. It is my personal headcanon that that guy is playing wonderwall. 14. my cat is currently trying to attack my butterflies hold on 15. When pastabilities opens, the gang will all get a delicious meal there, and it will be revealed that pastabilities has a local music night every tuesday, and as a result, Mae and Gregg convince bea and angus to finally play out, and they go to pastabilities to perform their first ever (mini) (unnoficial) (local) concert.

[secretgamergirl]

Fascists getting impressively bold in asserting their alternate take on reality, example number some big number.

So when I looked at my phone today, I saw an alert pop up about a Times of London article about Judy Blume, and mostly it got me really concerned about what the hell installed itself on my phone without my consent that’s pulling headlines from some transphobic rag, but the short version is they ran a story about Blume being this full-throated supporter of J.K. Rowling’s horrific transphobia, which is just complete fiction, and she’s been spending the day running damage control with statements like these:

I’m going to circle back around to this, but on the off chance people follow me here who aren’t up to speed on this sort of propaganda, it’s been going on for quite a long time, particularly in this specific context of fascists completely fabricating stories about other authors supporting their uh... genocidal ambitions.

This sort of thing happens literally all the time. More often than not it happens with people who have been dead for decades or centuries so there’s more plausibility on going “well who’s really to say what this person would have thought about trans people? (Besides us, saying they’d be in favor of total extermination.) There wasn’t even a concept of trans people anywhere in the world before let’s say last Tuesday after all!” And like, they’ll do this with famous historical trans people. Like bigots were on this huge crusade to claim Dr. James Barry as a would-be supporter. Look him up.

They’ve been getting bolder with it though. Especially when it comes to beloved authors. Like, literally RIGHT after Terry Prachett died, a bunch of Nazi ghouls immediately started in on this weird campaign to claim him as a supporter. It uh, made a few headlines. Specifically it made a few headlines because he was very actively and vocally in support of trans people, as could be seen in books he’s written, the testimony of his family friends and coworkers, and you know, countless trans people he’d interacted with.

So then they started trying to pull this with authors who don’t quite have such a public history to be thrown back at them, and started getting really bold, claiming people who are still alive. Mostly just kinda trying to bait people with weird loaded questions like “hey, did you hear J.K. Rowling has tons of people bullying her lately, isn’t that messed up?” at the likes of Stephen King and Phil Pullman, who responded like you do when someone says that that hey, it’s not cool to bully people” and tada, here’s our headlines. Of course they PRETTY QUICKLY became aware that in this context “bullying” means “publishing factual accounts in the public record about her heavy involvement in a fascist collective with genocidal aims towards trans people” and walked that the hell back.

That sort of one-day-confusion from white guys in their 70s who haven’t been paying much attention to civil rights issues and absurd internet nazis is the closest these people can really get to a “win” here, and still aren’t really the best possible gets, so what about going with still living but probably not all that up with the times feminist writers? Like hey, what about Margaret Atwood? This sort of bigot’s all about calling cis women who don’t actively hate trans women “handmaidens” as a reference to her book, which they definitely read and understood, so that should work out, right? Not so much.

They had a similar strike out with Ursula LeGuin a while back. I don’t think they’ve quite been stupid enough to try and claim Madeleine L’Engle while her book with the non-binary angelic beings are helping kids fight against fascism was being made into a movie, but eventually they decided to come for Judy Blume, because... that makes sense when you’re this far removed from a reality.

So... those quotes above? Those aren’t things I went and dug up on my own. Those are straight off her social media feed, because she’s straight up furious bigots are trying to put words in her mouth on a topic she’s pretty clear about. And if you look at the responses those statements are garnering, it is some grade A cultist reality denial:

I could keep going with this, but, you know, these are intertwined with people shouting just utterly horrific hate speech at her and I don’t want to keep wading through hat sort of sewage just to find even more people directly replying to someone saying “I completely abhor your disgusting hate movement and have made my stance on this clear for years” with “no you don’t! You secretly agree with us! You’re just backpedalling in these... statements that don’t at all work with the timeline I’m using to cope!”

I don’t really have a greater point beyond demonstrating how just COMPLETELY GONE these people are, unwilling in any way to accept the truth of the world around them, that no, people don’t in fact agree with their hateful rhetoric, and no, children’s authors who right about being yourself do not, in fact, want children to be abducted and tortured until they act in a way complete monsters would prefer. Also a lot of them have carte blanche to print straight up lies in newspapers and use that pretty regularly.

[metalmonki]

Supernatural, Hunting, Living and Love (Revisited)

Dean Winchester x fem!reader

3k word count

summary While exploring a haunted house your friend told you about, you have a chance encounter with a pair of brothers who give you a crash introduction to their world.

fluff, idiots in love, friends to lovers

warnings mention of grave desecration (this is illegal don't do it!)

Note So I remembered my Mibba log-in and found this embarrassment of a story along with a long list of other equally embarrassing stories. I decided to challenge myself to edit and rewrite the stories and post them here. I will also include a link to the original story so you can read it in all it's cringy glory. This was a story from 2009 that I wrote with 2 friends of mine that we never completed. Once I have decringed the story I will finish it here. Enjoy I guess.

Original / Next Chapter

For some dumb reason, I had decided it would be fun to check out the creepy abandoned house down the road from my friend Linsey's house. At the time, it had seemed like a great idea. Everyone was always talking about how the house was haunted. The neighbourhood rumour was that the father had annihilated the last family to live in the house. But, of course, there was no proof of this. Linsey refused to go anywhere near the house and had chosen to stay home. I, however, convinced my friend Theresa to join me. Things had started out okay. Getting entry to the house was easy enough. We pulled out our phones, giggled, and recorded as we walked through a place frozen in time, joking about how this would make us Facebook famous. After we made our way to the second floor, things changed. The air upstairs was icy cold compared to the blistering heat outside. A large bang came from downstairs. Theresa noped out and took off from the house, to my best guess. Instead of following, I froze. I stood in the doorway to what looked to be a bedroom staring wide-eyed at the staircase, trying to gain the courage to run downstairs.

"Quick in here," said a voice breaking me from my trans. I ran towards the voice. I saw two guys, clearly brothers, hiding in the small closet in the room. I squeezed into the closet with them. I took a moment to look at them in the light of a flashlight. The one I guest to be the older one had short dark brown hair and a small amount of stubble. I guessed him to be around 6’1’; meanwhile, the one I took to be the younger brother had longer, fluffy light brown hair and was clean-shaven. He was quickly 6’4 pushing 6’5.

“What are you doing in here?” The shorter one asked

“I was exploring with my friend. We just heard the rumours about the place being haunted and wanted to check it out,” I said, throwing my arms about as much as possible in the small space. “What are you doing here?”

“Uh, exploring just like you,” The tall one said, looking nervously between his brother and me

“Oh, that’s a lie. What are your names?" I asked "I'm Dean, and this is my brother Sam," said the older one "I'm Y/n," I said. “Now, what are you really doing here?”

“Hunting a ghost”, Dean blurted out

“Dean” Sam looked at him, frustrated

“What? She walked herself into this. She should know what's going on. We can’t get her out of here safely otherwise” Dean pointed his open hand at me “Uh, hello right here. Would you care to explain” I huffed, putting my hands on my hips

Dean sighed, getting frustrated looks from Sam, and he explained everything. It sounded like the ramblings of a crazy man, or men in this case. Dean explained that people had been reporting getting attached and followed home. Even some people are killed by something in the house. This was nothing I had ever heard before. Truthfully I wasn’t from the area and wouldn’t have heard about the place if it wasn’t for Linsey. We lived 5 neighbourhoods apart, so there was no reason for me to be anywhere near this house. Dean explained what they do and how they ended up in Sydney, Australia. I would have said he was lying and crazy, but he seemed honest. He truly believed everything he was saying. And it felt like I should give him the benefit of the doubt.

“Okay, so if everything you're saying is true, what do we do?” I asked

“You don’t do anything. We need to figure out where the body is and burn it,” Dean said

“The whole family who lived here last is buried in the local cemetery in a family tomb,” I said

“Wait, how did you find that out?” Sam asked

“I googled it”, I shrugged. “I just want to know if the rumours were true, so I googled.”

“Rumours?” Dean asked

“That the father murdered his whole family,” I said. “I couldn’t find anything, but they all died in this house the same night.”

“So there is a chance daddy dearest ganked them all,” Dean said

“Well, that’s what the police were thinking, but they didn’t have any proof,” I said

“Well, looks like we need to burn dear old Dad”, Dean smirked

“First, we need to get out of the house,” Sam said

I reached turned to face the wall of the closet I was standing against and pushed the wall. Thankfully it popped open, revealing a hidden stairs case. I silently cheered and led the way down the stairs. At the bottom was a door that led into the kitchen, and in the kitchen was a door that led outside. Once we were somewhat safe in the yard, I let Dean and Sam lead the way to wherever they were going. They walked out into a back alley behind the house. Sitting in the alley was a beautiful looking 67 Chevy Impala. I giggled to myself before hearing another person squealing from the other side of the car.

"Theresa" I questioned, peaking around the car "Y/n," she said, running over to me "Are you okay?" I asked "I'm fine," Theresa said "Thank god," I said. “Where the hell did you go?”

“Outside, duh, I ran out through the kitchen and then was going to run down the alley home, but I spotted this beauty. Can you believe there is another one as perfect as yours?” Theresa squealed

“No, I can’t”, I smiled

“Okay, enough with the weirdness”, Dean spoke up. “Who is she, and why is she looking at baby?”

“Oh, this is my friend Theresa the one I was exploring with.” I said, “Theresa, this is Sam and Dean.”

“Oh great, so she was in the house too,” said Sam

“Well, Theresa looks like you're coming with us,” Dean said, hoping in the car

“Can we go get my car before we take off?” I asked

“Where is it?” Dean asked

“Parked out the front of the house,” I said

Dean sighed, put the Impala in drive and drove around the front of the house. As soon as we rounded the corner, Dean spotted my Impala. He smirked and chuckled, almost surprised that I had the same car as him. We pulled up in front of my car, which was parked curbside. Theresa and I jumped out of the boys' car and into mine. Dean motioned out his window for me to lead the way. I took the boys to the cemetery. We once again parked curbside. We walked up to the cemetery, but the gates were locked. No problem. The brothers had their own way of getting in. They climbed over the closed gate. I looked to the side and saw a hole in the fence, so I climbed through, followed by Theresa. The look on Sam and Dean's faces was priceless. I walked the boys over to the family tomb. The tomb was opened, so there was no need to break in. They asked us to wait outside. The boys had a bag with them, and they pulled out salt, petrol and a crowbar. The family had been placed in their coffins into the wall. Dean managed to pry the nameplate for the father off the wall exposing the coffin. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t impressed. Sam covered the casket in petrol while Dean covered it in salt. Once the casket was covered, Dean threw a lit matchbook into the hole. The coffin rose in flames faster than any other fire I had ever seen.

“Well, that should be all done,” Dean said. “But to be safe, we should return to the house and check. You two, however, will go to our hotel and wait for us.” Dean tossed us the keys

I read the hotel name off the tag and chose not to argue. I nodded at him and headed back towards the cars. Theresa and I headed toward her house while Sam and Dean returned the way we came. I dropped Theresa at her place while I went back to mine. I made my way up to my unit and packed what I would need for an overnight stay with Sam and Dean, just in case. I tossed my duffle into the boot of my car and drove back to Theresa’s. Theresa stood out in the front, waiting for me to come back. She had a small backpack slung over her shoulder. I pulled up, allowing her to enter the car before driving to the hotel. When we arrived, Sam and Dean were nowhere to be seen. We found their room and let ourselves in. The first thought to cross my mind was I hope we don’t have to stay here tonight as the room only had 2 double beds, and I sure wasn’t sharing with two complete strangers.

“Hay, which do you think is Sam's bed?” Theresa broke me from my thoughts

“Uh, no, why would I?” I asked confused

“I don’t know, and I just want to lay on Sam's bed. He so cute, uh, I think I’m in love,” Theresa swooned, dropping into a nearby chair.

“Oh dear god, woman, you fall in love too quickly.” I rolled my eyes

“I can’t help it. Did you see his arms? That man works out.”

“Yeah, and so does Dean, but you don’t see me swooning over him.”

I plopped down on a bed and shut my eyes. I just wanted to go back to the life I had before, put all this behind me and get on with life. Finish off my acting degree, grow my acting portfolio and live in the dark away from all this stuff. I must have drifted off for a few minutes because I was suddenly awakened by a knock on the door. Theresa walked over to the door and opened it slightly. She said hello to whoever was on the other side and opened the door to let them in. Dean and Sam entered the room, Theresa closing the door behind them.

“You comfortable on my bed?” Dean asked

“Very. I was actually having a nice little nap before you so rudely woke me up” I stretched

“Well, sorry, ma’am.” Dean laughed, giving a goofy salute

“On to more serious things, we saw scorch marks at the house indicating that we may have gotten rid of this thing, but we would like you to stay here overnight just in case” Sam looked between us.

“Oh yeah, and where are we supposed to sleep?” I raised an eyebrow at him

“You girls, take my bed. I’ll sleep on the couch,” Dean said

“Are you sure?” I asked

“Not the first time I slept in a chair won’t be the last” Dean shrugged

Dean then declared he was hungry and wanted some food before calling it a night. Dean left the room, taking the room keys with him, saying he would return with food for everyone. Theresa took the opportunity to get to know Sam better, and she cornered him and asked him many questions. I just rolled my eyes and laid back on Dean's bed. I just laid there listening to her questions and Sam's answers. I could hear them both laughing and acting like today had never happened. It was one of the reasons why she was my best friend. No matter the situation, she never let it rattle her. She just moved on with life, always saying what happened has happened, no changing it, no controlling it. I wrapped myself in Dean's blankets, taking a few deep breaths to calm down. The sheets smelled like a woody aftershave and your typical cheap men's body spray. It was oddly comforting.

“Just making yourself right at home now, aren’t you?” Dean chuckled, walking in the door

“I’m tired. Its been a long day, and part of me is hoping this is all a bad dream,” I groaned

“Sorry, sweetheart, this pretty face is as real as it gets”, Dean shot me a cheesy grin. “Now get up and eat. Grubs getting cold.”

Dean threw a bag with the fabled golden arches on the table. Dean complained about the tiny size of the burgers here and how he might need to buy 30 more just to feel full. Sam just shook his head and ate. Clearly, this was a complaint Sam had heard a few times too many. Once the food was in our bellies, Dean announced he would turn in early.

On the other hand, Sam and Theresa wanted to head out to a movie. Apparently, Sam liked to try to live an everyday life from time to time where hunting allowed. I took my place back on Dean's bed, but instead of laying down, I sat on the edge of the bed and stared at the carpet as I continued to think about everything. Theresa seemed so comfortable and at home with the boys, but I just wanted this whole thing over. But the more I thought, the more I felt like I would never be able to go back to things as they were. Knowing what could be out there, I would always be a little on edge. If ghosts were real, then what else possibly existed? Vampires? Werewolves? What about all the silly kid stories like Bloody Mary and Candyman? Could they be real? I wanted to pretend that none of this had happened, but it’s not exactly something you can forget like a footnote. Like yeah, that shit happened, but let's just pack up and move on.

“Okay, I’m not going to be able to sleep with you sitting on the edge of the bed like that. It’s kinda creepy. What's on your mind, kid?” Dean asked, sitting upright on the lounge

“Kid? I’ll have you know I’m 22, not exactly a kid anymore” I looked over at Dean, noticing he was in nothing but a black t-shirt and black boxer briefs

“Okay, sweetheart, doesn’t answer my question, though”, Dean smirked

“How am I supposed to go back to life as it was knowing ghosts, and who knows what else is real?” I looked back at the floor

“You don’t,” Dean said matter of factly. “You just go on and try to live as normal as possible, knowing people like Sammy and I are out here hunting these things to keep you safe. Hopefully, that helps you sleep a little better at night.”

“Can you talk to me while we go to sleep?” I asked sheepishly

“Of course, sweetheart”, He groaned as he laid back on the lounge.

“You never told me your last name,” I said

“Winchester and yours?”

“Y/l/n”

“Well, now I know who to look up next time I’m in town”, Dean chuckled

“How old are you?”

“Not too old to hit on a hottie like you” I could feel Dean's eyes on me as he spoke

“Now, whose not answering questions” I tried to laugh, but it just sounded like an awkward giggle

“31”

“You’re a real ladies' man, aren’t you, Dean Winchester” I smiled to the ceiling, getting taken by his charm

“Yeah, well, when you have my lifestyle, you don’t exactly have the option of settling down, so you take what you can get.”

“No judgement here”

Dean and I laughed for what felt like hours. Under his tough exterior, he was adorable. I would be lying if I said I wouldn’t be sad to say goodbye tomorrow. My eyes could no longer fight to stay open, and I drifted to sleep listening to Dean singing Highway To Hell. The following morning I woke to find the room completely empty. I got up and changed from my PJs to the spare outfit I had brought. Nothing fancy, just plain black jeans and a white tank top. I pulled on my boots and headed outside to check for the cars. My car was sitting where I parked it right before the door. Dean's car was gone, though. I pulled out my phone and rang Theresa guessing she was thing them. Theresa was quick to answer, telling me they were at the local all-you-can-eat restaurant literally 2 blocks down. Rather than drive, I mostly walked the short distance to avoid traffic. It didn’t take me long to spot them, having seen them before entering the restaurant. Dean gave me a goofy wave through the window while sending me a ‘, please save me’ look. I giggled and joined them at the table. "Hey guys," I said, walking over to them "Hey, sleepy head," Dean gave a big cheesy smile "Hey, y/n", said Theresa and Sam "So, whose food can I steal," I said, tummy grumbling "We paid for four, so go fill up," Sam said with a smile "Cool" I took off to the buffet of breakfast food

Dean followed me over with his almost empty plate. He gave me a small smile as we loaded our plates with food.

“So,” Dean said, putting way too much bacon on his plate “, I guess after this, we go our separate ways,” He said more of a statement than a question

“I guess so”, I smiled at him. “But hey, you said you’d look me up next time you were in town, so don’t be a stranger now, you hear.”

“Yes, ma’am”, Dean chuckled

We had an excellent breakfast filled with conversation about what came next for Sam and Dean. They were headed back home to the US now the job was done. It seemed like this was goodbye forever. We finished our breakfast, and Dean drove us back to the hotel. Theresa and I packed up our things before giving them a heartfelt goodbye. We hopped in my car, going home back to life before the Winchesters. But we knew things would never be the same, not now. Some small piece of me hoped I would see the Winchesters again.

[min3nc]

trans girl sun in denail so stil presntaing as male as summerm maidnen as just think have a exarta semebcsule in more comdic way cause waht sun like i guss it ociuld soem in agst if want but dosnt have to

(sorry this took so long! life came at me like a speeding truck. But here we are! closeted TransFem!Sun... who's also the summer maiden, very much against her will. Tried my best, in consideration that I myself am not Transfem and didn't know just how much could I joke around with. Felicia did beta-read this for me, so... yeah!

Sol = Sun in spanish, which is, coincidentially, a popular name here.)

Tapping her fingers against the tabletop, Sol smiled nervously at Blake, and the rest of Team RWBY.

The conversation about Sol's new semblance - or The Summer Maiden Powers... as 3 out of 4 members of team RWBY assumed - continued to hang in the air like a poorly executed dodge.

Ruby, the youngest of the group, looked utterly perplexed. She furrowed her brow, head between her hands, attempting to process the information.

No one can really judge her, though. The stress of being Remnant's Savior To-Be was a fair excuse for something as obvious as this to slip through the cracks.

She had no reason not to believe Sol when she said that she was a man. A big, burly, macho man.

Blake rolls her eyes. She knows her friend. And most importantly? She knows herself... and also sees herself in Sol.

That's a conversation for another day, though. What mattered right now was the apparent new semblance of Sol.

"So... You're telling us... That after Miss Olivia was... attacked by Cinder, you developed a new semblance."

The previous Summer Maiden had gotten attacked by Cinder - A woman named Olivia... who was one of Sol's teachers at Shade. She had passed away as Sol was carrying her away to safety due to her injuries.

"Yeah! You all saw it, right?" She gestures with her hands, clenching her fists. “Yeah, you know, it's like an upgrade or something. Happens all the time! Semblances evolve! Y-You... Weiss, you know about this, right?"

Sol didn't miss the way Weiss' sudden reaction as her name was mentioned, noting the way Weiss jumped, her shoulders leaping up to her ears in surprise.

"I-" She coughs into her fist to recover her composture. "Well, yes, I did evolve my semblance through... Hard work, experience and..." she waves her hand around dismissively, and then turns around to Sol. "B-But! I use dust for elemental attacks, while you just create them... B-By all means, that's ilogical! One does not simply create matter out of nothing-"

"But... What if my semblance allows me to do that? Maybe I just AM that kind of guy!"

Blake does not miss the way Sol's right eye twitch at the last word.

Weiss breathes in heavily, before looking at Blake, silently communicating to her; Guys do not simply become Maidens.

Blake sighs, and looks at Yang, and shortly after, Weiss looks at her too.

Yang grimaces as Weiss huffs frustrated between her explanation as she tries to make sense of Sol's own explanation. Blake and Weiss look at her with pleading eyes. She curses under her breath. Curses being the Older Sister, and thus, the reliable one.

Clasping her hands together, she takes a deep breath. "So... Wukong," she starts.

Sol nods.

"You know... We all know, now, that my mom's the fall maiden..."

Ruby perks up, head almost snapping off her neck as she turns to Yang. "She's WHAT?"

"Yeah, uh, yeah. She is," Rubbing her neck, she smiles nervously. "And... Dad has told me, that she wasn't always called Raven. Uh. Y'know the whole thing about... perfect twins always being the same uh... Gender? At birth, at least."

She cringes, and when Sol shakes her head, she full-on grimaces. "They are? Huh… I'm an only child, so…"

"Well, they are. And... And Ruby and I have two moms, and a dad. My dad wasn't involved in the... huh... conception," She gestures with her hands, fingering her thumb and index, making Weiss and Ruby groan and cover each other eyes. "That was fully my mom's thingy," Blake facepalms, and - does it smell singed? A distinct burning smell comes from Yang, as smoke begins to come out of her mouth as she speaks, her semblance dangerously close to activating and burning the chair she was sitting on. "N-Not thingy! Huh - Deal! Mom's deal!"

Sol simply shrugs as she watches her friends look around awkwardly, avoiding each other's eyes. Particularly Yang's. "...And? What does that have to do with me?"

Ruby, who seemed to have caught up, opened her mouth, babbling out something about the Summer Maiden powers, and how they needed the powers to defeat Salem.

Nothing about how this exactly meant Sol's involvement.

Nervous rambling, through and through.

Blake groans, taking her friend by the shoulders and gripping them as she stares at them. She knew her friend, she knew how Sol wouldn't just... accept something so out of her comfort zone so easily.

And the first step to get her to accept things for her had always been via the crash-landing method.

"You're the Summer Maiden."

"Does that make me cooler?"

"It makes you a woman, Wukong. You're a woman. Congrats on the gender."

[dgknightblue]

I was thinking about El Dorado and RVB after the song good to be a god came on and wondered how I could twist it in any way I want.

Who are the main characters pretending to be god?

Church for one.

So that leaves the other one.

They were a blue and a red.

I thought about Simmons, but like I don’t know if it works.

I don’t remember the names of the main characters it’s been a long time since I’ve watched it.

There are a number ways this could work.

Kai is a thief they meet that gets flirty with Church to help her out.

The sword fighting at the beginning, really like the whole sister bit, but I like the idea of Simmons kind being family so he’d know Carolina’s the best…..

Maybe after they help Kai they meet Tex? I don’t ship Kai with anyone.

Hm…..

Actually I’ve got this idea of Grif somehow tricking Simmons into marrying him. Like there’s this place where Simmons and his family live that’s off limits.

Simmons is the “weakest” of the kin still living because he use to get sick often as a child and he thinks he’s the only “fully human” family member.

Uh or his family just has special powers and he thinks he never got any so the others are a tad protective and it’s also because he was the sickly child back then.

So closed off, sheltered Simmons rarely ever meets anyone because he’s rarely aloud out of the private land or home. He’s got this backstory that’s kind of sad.

His dad was hitter before he left, so Simmons’ mom wanted him to be safe when she couldn’t be there, she moved into her sister’s home.

Wither or not you want to do Trans Simmons is up to you, but I do just so you know.

How do simmons and grif meet?

Kai got into a little trouble due to a scuffle and Grif was trying to bail her out and they had to run. They hid in one of Simmons’ hiding spots in the forest surrounding his home.

He had a complete and utter panic attack so they had to calm him down. Afterwards, they realized where they are (in a very well known piece of private property) and who they are with (a sheltered, innocent, and possibly very important kin to the land owners and who is also visibly terrified but not hostile).

Believing in magic (don’t know if I want actual magic or just superstitious peoples) and hearing the rumors about the people of the property, Grif offers to be Simmons friend in exchange for safety.

Simmons (who crushes easily and has a few rejections behind him) lights up and throws any caution out the window. Grif realizes Simmons is blindly trusting him and that he’s so fxcking lonely.

But Grif knows only kin are allowed to be on the land, so he thinks fast on how to make his proposal semi official in a short amount of time.

First is words of promise

Second is mutual agreement

Third is proof

Kai helps them and stays quiet about what she thinks about this. It’s fxcked up they are tricking this poor guy, but also they need the protection.

Simmons is chatting excitedly about his new friends and wants to tell his mom about them. They aren’t excited about that.

Simmons holding Grif’s hand as he leads them to his house and that he’s the only one home right now, he was making pastries!

Grif might have just lucked out.

Soooo Simmons was already a very domestic and now he’s on his way to being a full househusband/ malewife. He doesn’t know what personal space is or the difference between friendly and lovestruck so he’s just feeding Grif by hand and wiping his face for him and embarrassing him in front of Kai and she’s trying not to laugh at her just engaged brother.

It comes up somehow, but Simmons gives Grif a thank you kiss on his cheek and he’s snuggling him- WHY IS HE SITTING ON HIS LAP???

“GET YOUR GAWD DXMNED HANDS OFF MY NEPHEW!!!!”, says a tall, angry man in light blue.

Simmons can’t read the fxcking room so he cheerfully waves.

“Hi uncle Church, this is my boyfriend! I just met him today!”

“Oh shxt don’t say it like that!?”

Kai’s having a blast now. Here comes Caboose!!! Yoinking Simmons to go play and eat the rest of the pastries. The Grif’s are left

[Unfinished, abandoned idea]

[cynamonowo]

001 999, 002 shukita, 003 do-yoon

i love u so much let's Go

(link)

001 | Send me a fandom and I will tell you my:

Favorite character:

akane!! girl of all time. she did nothing wrong (except everything) and that's so cool. she's so cool

Least Favorite character:

uhh that'd be a draw between the ninth man (bc he makes me feel queasy) and ace (bc i liked him at first. betrayal)

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon):

lotus/seven, junepei, junpei/santa, junpei/snake, but tbh this isn't a fandom i'm in for shipping reasons

Character I find most attractive:

lotus... hot

Character I would marry:

see above lol move over, seven, i will parent her daughters instead

Character I would be best friends with:

santa! we'd bitch about our little sisters while drinking shitty coffee and watching the timeline get tangled like a pair of cheap wired earphones

A random thought:

while ppl have been saying vlr is decent, to be fair idk if i wanna check it out :/

An unpopular opinion:

uh. none? idk

My canon OTP:

junepei i guess

Non-canon OTP:

lotus/seven

Most badass character:

either clover or snake. to be fair seven too... and akane in a way

Pairing I am not a fan of:

shrugs. idk. anything with ace? or clover/a man

Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another):

uh. i don't know? maybe lotus bc while she is sexy af her outfit is. yeah.

Favourite friendship:

mm. maybe junpei and clover? or clover and seven. those would be nice

002 | send me a ship and I will tell you:

when or if I started shipping it:

about a month or so after finishing p5 lol at first i wasn't sure. then the brainrot got me

my thoughts:

it's such a good pairing like?? they're helping each other become better people while acknowledging the darkness in their hearts

What makes me happy about them:

THEY'RE JUST SO FUNNY SOMETIMES like the crucifixion pose gdhdhdg

What makes me sad about them:

that they're not Canon. what the fuck.

Things done in fanfic that annoys me:

yusuke being Smooth and Collected. i can see him having some confidence, but that autistic boy would be quite surprised to find out his crush likes him back

Things I look for in fanfic:

i see transmasc yusuke and i go ape

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other:

i guess it'd be pegoryu & akekita lol

My happily ever after for them:

after a few years of brooding and navel gazing, they get their shit together, start a relationship, move in, and live a quiet, happy life, with akira as a counselor and yusuke as a well-known and respected painter

003 | Give me a character & I will tell you

How I feel about this character:

THAT'S MY SON but he's also sooo me. he's so autism. i love him. i want him to rest but also to go through even more horrors :> do-yoon han you are my everything. you deserve a chocolate bar

All the people I ship romantically with this character:

that'd be just gyu-hyuk and woosuk lol the latter as a past fwb that'd rather eat a flipflop than admit anything

My non-romantic OTP for this character:

oh man i love do-yoon being inha's chew toy and juyoung's pet cat. every lesbian deserves a weird guy to care for and/or pester

My unpopular opinion about this character:

there's only like ten ppl in the fandom so i wouldn't say it's unpopular but. he's autistic and also trans. spot a pattern :P

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:

oh man it's kind of a shame we didn't hear him laugh... to be fair there was little to laugh about in the Horrors

My OTP:

gyuyoon ftw <3 there's so much you can pack into their dynamic.

My OT3:

platonic ot3 but, as mentioned above, do-yoon and the girls is such a fun squad. to me. inha as the wise guy, him as the straight man, juyoung as the unwitting audience to their bickering

[wr0temyway0ut]

I would love to hear anything you are willing to share about WIPs 1, 3, and/or 5! ☺️

Hello I know it's been Forever since you sent this ask but I'm finally getting to answer it! I'll explain the fics above the cut and put snippets below the cut.

t4t rayrose Kinda what it says on the tin lmao. Specifically it's about trans Ray going out to a queer bar for the first time after leaving for college, where he's finally gotten to have a little more freedom of expression since he's out from under his very conservative parents' roof. It's after he's gotten the Big Haircut and gotten some men's clothes and he wants to try going out as himself for the first time but it goes... kinda horribly. Until he meets Rose, the bartender who is trans and came out at a young age with supportive parents and is the only person to see Ray for who he really is. And then they fall in love <3 I'm thinking it may be a prequel to the We Could All Be the Best Kind of Friends/Greater Sunset Polycule series

3. Rayvorose 4+1 This is a Not Sunset Cis fic! It's about 4 times Bobby's relationship with Ray and Rose changes and 1 time it's perfect. The stages are strangers to saviors, saviors to friends, friends to lovers, lovers to qpps when Bobby realizes he's aroace, and then the one time it's perfect is after Carlos is born and Bobby brings Carrie and Julie in to meet their baby brother. Ft. copious amounts of hurt/comfort!

5. Uh oh (rayvorose but at Rayrose’s wedding) Another one that does what it says on the tin lmao. This is the next installment of the Greater Sunset Polycule, so Bobby is dating Luke Alex Reggie and Willie, and they're all really good friends with Ray and Rose. He's the best man at their wedding, and during his best man's speech, Bobby realizes oh shit, I'm in love with Ray and Rose. And his four boyfriends and Ray and Rose are all like. Yeah man. We've been waiting for you to catch up, but could your timing be any worse? And then they get together <3

Snippets for all three below the cut!

t4t Rayrose:

Ray’s heart leaps at being called a handsome guy, only to immediately put up walls. She must have heard how terrible it went with the other girl and decided to kick him while he’s down.  “Are you mocking me?” “I would never,” the woman says earnestly, leaning in to put a hand on Ray’s arm. “I’m like you. Just in the opposite direction.” “Oh,” Ray frowns, and then it clicks. “Oh.”  “Oh,” the woman repeats teasingly, but Ray doesn’t feel like he’s being made fun of. “I’m Rose.” A flurry of butterflies erupts in his stomach as he says aloud for the first time, “I’m Ray.”

Rayvorose 4+1

And that reminds Rose of the other thing that shocked her during that call. “You called me your friend.”  Bobby’s eyes widen, just a little bit. “Huh?”   “You think we’re friends!” Rose says, grinning now and grabbing him in a hug. “You finally admitted it!”  “I did not,” Bobby says, though he can’t quite hide his smile.   “We’re friends!” Rose cheers, jumping and bouncing in a circle, forcing Bobby to spin with her.  The front door opens and Ray comes in from work, smirking as he studies the scene in front of him. “What’s all this?”  “Bobby said we’re his friends!”  “You have no proof of that!” Bobby insists.  Ray grins and joins the hug, trapping Bobby in the center. “It’s okay, cariño. You’re our friend too.” Bobby sighs and slumps into their arms, the fight draining out of him. “Fine. We’re friends. Will you let me go now?”

Uh Oh

“Gorgeous,” Bobby breathes out before he can stop himself. Ray’s brilliant smile returns. “Thanks, cariño. Have you seen your boys yet?”  “Yeah,” Bobby says, crossing to the wardrobe to change into his own suit. “I think they might actually be the death of me.”   “You say that like it’s a bad thing to have four incredibly handsome boyfriends.”  “And two incredibly beautiful best friends,” Bobby adds. “I don’t know how I’ve survived this long.”  “Flirting with me on my wedding day?” Ray tsks. “Scandalous, Bobby.”  Bobby laughs, because it has to be a joke, right? Bobby wasn’t flirting, was he? 

[thedawningofthehour]

whats everyone orientation?

Leo - gay

Donnie/Galois - bi, equally attracted to men and women, but also somewhere on the ace spectrum

April - either lesbian or bi with a strong preference for women

Cass - evil lesbian

Mikey - bi or pan probably, he's still young and hasn't totally figured it out yet

Raph - straight ally

Splinter - bicurious or bisexual who mostly leans straight. Lou Jitsu was a giant manwhore and you cannot tell me that man didn't hook up with other men, possibly (probably) while doing drugs

Draxum - gay af. He doesn't really show much interest in anyone though (he's married to Science) so Galois thinks he might be asexual too

Uh, who else. Hypno and Warren are canon, Foot guys are definitely secretly married. Sunita's a lipstick lesbian, obviously. Tigerclaw's sexuality is gun. I feel like gargoyles don't reproduce like that so that's my excuse for not giving Huginn and Muninn sexualities. Oh, and Todd is either gay or completely aroace.

For the OCs, Bella is pretty obviously a lesbian. She's done stuff with guys and wasn't impressed. Her best friend Josh is also gay (they've joked about having a lavender marriage for convenience and tax purposes) and she dated his lesbian twin sister, and they also have a bi younger brother with a husband. (they're OCs from another story of mine, I have reasons they're so fleshed out. Their mother was also a bisexual poly witch empress and I didn't even make her up; Dishonored canon is just Like That) Pax and Sophia I feel are also on the ace spectrum? Pax isn't as fleshed out as Bella is unfortunately, but I just get the vibe that he's not really into anything. He's also probably more like...agender or nonbinary than ftm trans, but he feels most comfortable with he/him pronouns. Yokai don't really get weird about that, they don't have rigid gender norms and some of their species probably change sexes naturally, so it's just not a big deal for them. "Oh, you're changing your pronouns? Cool. Anyway, back to gossiping about the Big Mama/Lou Jitsu torrid love affair."