For the ghostlights drabbles: “Say my name” with a favor being called in?

Duke had saved Phantom years ago, back when he was just out of high school and working to take down a branch of the government that was kidnapping and experimenting on people, targeting magic users and metas. Phantom had been working on his own to take them down, and they met in the middle, trashing a lab and freeing as many people as they could.

They had managed to shoot his back, knocking him down and making him bleed a glowing green. Phantom couldn’t move, protecting two kids with his body, and Duke couldn’t reach them in time before they were taken away by another swarm of agents. 

He was able to go after them in time, free Phantom and the kids, and evacuated the victims before Phantom rained hell down on the facility.

At the end, standing in the background as they watched paramedics treat the victims and take them towards the nearest hospitals, Phantom had turned towards him and thanked him.

Or rather, he thanked the Signal and offered him a bracelet with a rounded orb of ice, glowing faintly in the dark. If you ever need me, he had said, Hold this, and call me name.

Phantom vanished once the last of the victims were transported to a safer location, and Duke hadn’t seen him since.

He’s kept up with news about Phantom as best he can, but from what he could tell, Phantom is based primarily in Amity Park, Illinois, and the town is fiercely protective of their hero. News rarely leaks out of there, and with them running on their own servers and independent internet, it was nearly impossible to get in from the outside. 

Phantom remained a curious and distant figure in Duke’s life. He holds onto the bracelet still, guarding it carefully and sometimes running his fingers over the ice that never melts.

But he doesn’t call in that favor. He’s never to.

At least, not until now.

Sucking in a breath, Duke prepares himself and holds the orb of ice in the palm of his hand. He’s in civies, unable to hide his identity for this, and closes his eyes. “Phantom,” he says.

For a moment, nothing happens. Duke blinks his eyes open and frowns, mind already forming new plans to contact Phantom. Then the ice goes bitingly cold, almost painful, and the temperature in the room drops dramatically. The ice lifts up from his hand, floating in the air, then cracks open.

White-blue light spills out of it, growing brighter as it seems to swallow up the room entirely. Duke hurries to back up, an arm thrown up to protect his eyes. His breath mists out before him and he shivers as the sound of ice cracking fills the room.

And then, just as suddenly as it started, the light disappears and the cold fades away like a bad dream. 

Slowly, Duke lowers his arm and looks up at Phantom, floating in the middle of his living room with a crown made of ice, engulfed in blue fire, hovers above his head. He looks older, more regal, holding his head high. 

He regards Duke carefully for a minute, then tilts his head and says, “Signal?”

“Yeah, it’s me. Man, I’m so glad you came.”

“You… need help with something? You’re calling in your favor now, right?”

Duke nods. He understands Phantom’s confusion; being in the hero business means that favors like these tend to be used only during the most hopeless of times, when the world is close to ending, when the chances of getting out of a situation alive is close to impossible. It’s exactly the kind of thing Duke was expecting to call Phantom in for.

Not the kid sleeping on his couch.

“You’re a ghost, yeah?”

Phantom blinks at him. “Ghost king, now. Why?”

“Well…” Duke rubs the back of his neck, nervously. “I didn’t really know who else to call, and I can’t do this on my own since I’m not a ghost. But this kid got attached to me and won’t leave, so now I’m taking care of her and I have no idea what I’m doing.”

“I don’t know why you think I have any experience with kids but—”

“She’s a ghost.”

Phantom stops short. “Ah. I see.” He floats down until his feet touch the floor, and then he’s standing like any other person. “Where…?”

Duke looks past Phantom’s shoulder, and Phantom turns to follow his gaze. Chelsea, the ghost girl, looks to be around nine years old and is fast asleep on the couch, curled up under Duke’s softest blanket.

“Signal,” Phantom says quietly, “What, exactly, is the favor you need from me?”

“You can say no,” Duke starts. “I get that this is a lot. But I need help raising her. And since you’re a ghost, I figured you could help me learn about the ghostly side of things. You don’t have to raise her with me or anything! Just… I would appreciate any help you’re willing to give me.”

Phantom doesn’t say no. He doesn’t say anything. He just stares down at Chelsea, an unreadable expression on his face. 

On the couch. Chelsea shifts in her sleep, brows furrowing as she makes a choked noise in the back of her throat.

Moving on autopilot after so many nights of this routine, Duke kneels next to the couch, fishing one of her hands from beneath the blanket. He gives it a few reassuring squeezes, keeping it a slow rhythm to pull her gently from her nightmare. She settles down in just a minute, brow smoothing out as she continues to sleep. 

The silence grows and Duke is all too aware that his heart is the only one beating. 

He doesn’t hear Phantom move. Doesn’t realize he’s right next to him until he sees Phantom’s hand reach out towards Chelsea. When Duke looks, Phantom is sitting on the floor next to Duke, looking at Chelsea with something soft and devastated in his eyes. His hand hovers about her head for a long moment, then slowly lowers to rest on her head. 

The touch looks gently, barely putting any pressure on her head, but it’s enough to make Chelsea’s eyes snap open, suddenly wide awake. She stares at Phantom with wide eyes, then sits up and looks between him and Duke.

“Who are you?” she asks in a small voice that makes Duke want to stand against the world to keep her safe. 

Phantom smiles. It’s casual and charming and makes him look like anyone else, as if he’s not a powerful king from a realm unreachable to humans. “Hi there,” he says, “I’m Danny. I’m a ghost like you. Signal called me and asked me to meet you.”

The Ghost King is good with kids. Who would have thought?

Chelsea looks at him for confirmation and only relaxes when he nods. “I’m Chelsea. What do you mean ghost? I’m not dead.”

Both he and Phantom tense, carefully keeping their expressions neutral. She hasn’t told him much at all, just that her parents were gone and forgot her and she got hurt, so she wanted to stay with ‘Mr. Signal’ because he’s a hero and heroes keep people safe and he was the only one who was Black like her. Duke hadn’t had the heart to say no, and began searching for her family, only to find that her parents had fled the state, and likely the country, after killing their only child through neglect and a dangerous environment. 

It was then that he realized that her powers were not because she was a meta, but because she was ghost.

It still hurts to realize how young she is, how much of her life had been stolen from her in an instant. Duke hadn’t been brave enough to broach the topic with her, instead choosing to let her grow comfortable in his presence, get them both settled into a routine now that he was her primary guardian. 

“I know it sounds scary,” Phantom says, “And you may not want to believe me, but it’s true. I’m sorry that you died so young, but that just means you get to hang out with me and other ghosts from now on!”

Chelsea crosses her arms over her chest and glares at him. “I am not dead,” she says.

“Cici, I’m sorry to say this, but you are,” Duke cuts in. “That’s why I called… Danny. You have new powers as a ghost, and he can help you get used to them.”

“I’m not dead!” she says again.

“Kid,” Phantom begins, but Chelsea shakes her head hard and hops off the couch.

“I’m not lying! Watch, I’ll prove it to you!” She closes her eyes and scrunches up her nose, concentrating. Her hands curl into tight fists by her sides, and the glow around her grows dim. Two faint, stuttering rings of light appear around her waist. They flicker and wobble in the air, as if weak and uncertain of their own existence, then split apart, one moving up towards her head while the other falls to her feet.

Beside him, Phantom sucks in a sharp breath, but Duke can’t turn to see what’s wrong when he’s trying to take in the sight of Chelsea suddenly full of vibrant color, looking more solid that he’s ever seen her, very much alive.

“See?” she says proudly, lifting her arms and doing a spin to show off her right she was. “I told you I’m not dead!”

“No, you’re not,” Phantom agrees, sounding shell-shocked. When Duke is finally able to look away from Chelsea to check on him, he looks awed. There’s the smallest smile on his face, just the slightest upturn of his lips, but it makes him look softer.

Duke turns his attention back to Chelsea before he can be caught staring. “Cici, can you come here for a second?”

She goes before he’s finished speaking, crossing the space between them in a single jump, then grins up at him. Her hair is a bit of a mess, the two buns he managed to get her hair into falling askew. He makes a note to visit the old aunties in the Narrows later to ask them to teach him how to do hair. For now, he holds out a hand and Chelsea drops an arm into it.

It seems to good to be true, having her be alive, but her pulse is steady and strong when he presses his thumb against the inside of her wrist. 

“Well,” he says, leaning back and letting go of her arm. “You certainly proved us wrong.”

Chelsea doesn’t have much time to look smug before PHantom quietly says, “You’re like me.”

“What?”

“You’re like me,” he tells Chelsea. “A halfa.”

She tilts her head to one side. “What’s that?”

“Someone who is half human and half ghost. Both dead and alive.”

Duke blinks, taking in the words, then turns to face Phantom so quickly he’s worried he might give himself whiplash. Halfa, he said. Like me, he said. 

And sure enough, two rings of light, bright and strong, appear around Phantom’s waist before splitting in half, moving over his entire body. 

Gone is the Ghost King, all powerful and adorned in dark clothing with a crown of ice above his head. In his place is a guy who looks to be Duke’s age, eyes a deep blue and his black hair messy, feet set solidly on the floor. He looks completely normal, completely human, and no longer an impossibility.

“You still up for learning how to use all your new powers?” Phantom asks.

Chelsea grins. “Yeah!” And then, with a quick flick of her eyes going from Phantom to Duke that he almost misses, very innocently asks, “Are you going to stay with us then?”

“I… don’t know?” Phantom looks to Duke for an answer.

Already, Duke can see this going two ways. The correct way forward, the normal one, has Phantom popping in every so often, taking Chelsea out for a few hours to work on training her and her powers. It’s easy and routine and they can keep their boundaries uncrossed and be professional. 

The other path is what Duke wants most that he shouldn’t impose onto the literal Ghost King. He could have Phantom living with them while he’s on Earth and out of Amity Park, having a place at the table, a section in the closet for his own clothes, a quietly domestic night together while Chelsea sleeps where they can get to know each other more, get to know each other outside of news reports and texts on a screen.

“You can stay with us if you want,” Duke offers, casually, “It might keep my apartment safe from her powers acting up on their own again.”

“Are you sure? I could always just fly in on the weekends or something.”

“I’d appreciate having you around. So you can help Cici.”

“If you don’t mind,” Phantom says, looking away. Like this, fully alive with a beating heart, it’s easy to see the blush steal away across his cheeks. 

“I don’t.”

“I don’t either!” Chelsea pops in, looking far too gleeful by their awkward conversation.

Duke can’t help but laugh, feeling lighter than he had in ages. The relief of knowing that Chelsea is alive, for the most part at least, eases the guilt of thinking he had been too late to save her, that there was no chance she could have made it out and had a future, makes him feel weak. All the exhaustion of the past few weeks hits him all at once and he wants nothing more than to collapse in bed and sleep for twelve hours.

“Alright, squirt,” he says, reaching out to pat her head. “It’s late. We can talk more in the morning, so go to bed. In your actual bed this time, not on the couch.”

Chelsea stands up taller, ready to argue, but Duke gives her a Look™ and she quickly shuts her mouth, nods, and drags her feet back to her room (the former guestroom he can never give any of the other Waynes ever again, once they find out about her). 

Sighing, Duke collapses onto the couch once he hears the door shut behind her. Phantom joins him after a few seconds, sitting tentatively on the edge of the couch. The cushion moves beneath his weight, another reminder of how solid and alive he is right not.

Duke wants to touch him, to reach out and feel for himself his pulse, the warmth of his body, his chest lifting with each breath. 

He doesn’t move. He stays where he is, hands carefully still, and tries to think past the dizzying thoughts of she’s still alive, I’m not too late, he’s still here, he’s alive.

“Rough week?” Phantom asks, voice purposefully light.

“Something like that.”

“You should get some sleep too.”

“I don’t think I can. Not after everything. My mind’s too loud right now.”

Phantom shifts closer to him, hesitant in a way that Duke has never seen before in him, and asks, “Want me to stay with you until you mind quiets down some?”

“Yeah. I’d like that. Thanks, Phantom.”

“You know, if I’m going to be around so often as Chelsea’s halfa mentor, then you might as well call me Danny.”

Truth be told, Duke didn’t think that was his real name. He’s glad to know it’s not. 

“Then call me Duke.”

“...Are you sure? You could still hide your identity from me.”

“Nah, I trust you. A name for a name, yeah?”

Danny smiles. “Duke,” he says, testing out the name, and it’s never sounded better than when it falls from Danny’s mouth.

“Danny,” Duke returns. He belatedly realizes that they’ve leaned towards each other, drawn together like gravity, stuck in each other’s orbit. It feels natural. It feels like this is where they’re meant to be.

Maybe he should be more cautious. They’ve only meant once before, after all. But he’s read all he could on Phantom and has seen how Amity Park loves him. He’s stressed and exhausted and trying to figure out how to look after a half-ghost child that’s already been dealt a bad hand in life. He should be keeping Phantom at a distance, watching over him carefully to ensure he isn’t a threat to Chelsea.

But Duke saw how he acted with Chelsea, so gentle and understanding and kind. That’s all he needed to see.

He may not know much about Danny, but he knows this: he is trustworthy.

Enough to entrust his identity to him.

Enough to entrust Chelsea to him.

It’s more than a favor; it’s a promise to walk this road together. 

There’s no one he’d rather do this with. 

“Thanks,” he says again, “For all of this. I know it’s a lot.”

Danny shrugs. “I don’t mind. Really. It’s nice to know there’s another halfa out there, no matter how she came to be one. Makes things feel less lonely.”

“Will you tell me more about halfas?”

“Later. Once you get some proper rest. We’ve got time, haven’t we?”

“We do,” Duke agrees, affection settling warm in his chest. “We’ve got plenty of time.”

Learning how to control her new powers won’t be easy for Chelsea. Learning how to take care of her won’t be easy. Learning how to do things together, as Duke and Danny rather than the Signal and Phantom, won’t be easy. But Duke knows with a certainty he feels in his bones that they’re going to be fine.

So long as they’ve got each other, they’ll be fine.

Unova kids in the villain au thoughts now bc this haunted me last night I just didn't post it bc I was tired as fuck

Anyways hahah

Amidst the battle w Plasma, Hilbert and Hilda left Reshiram and Zekrom w N and Cheren, as the two went to face Iris. They know they shouldn't have left their Dragons, but Kyurem was out in the field as well, so for them it's a fair fight, and they trust N and Cheren to stop Kyurem as the twins stop Iris. Plus, if anything, they can just call for Zekrom and Reshiram and they'd be at their sides in an instant

So imagine just as Hilda and Hilbert got to the frigate, Hilda hopped off of Hydreigon and just punched Iris square in the face, breaking her nose, and Hilda pulls Bianca close to her, w Hilbert at their side. Bianca just clings tight to Hilda, scared as fuck, and Hilda's there w Hydreigon on her side, Hilbert was still preparing who to call out. And Iris was trying to stand up again, a hand over her face, blood covered her hand, dripping down her palms and her mouth. She was growling at them, eyes glowing bright, flaring with a rage that they were all too familiar with. She looked like Ghetsis.

Finally back on her feet, she glared at them, her other hand was shaking as she took a pokeball from her belt. But she looks at Bianca, and for a moment, just for a split second, her gaze softened. Then her gaze shifted to Hilda, and god Iris just wants to break her face too. But,, she laughed at the sight, forced, she finally removed her hand on her face, they saw her licking the blood on her lips. "You.. are so unfair, Hilda."

Hilda took in a sharp breath when Bianca flinched at her voice. That really pissed off Iris tho. Watching her queen, her goddess, her future wife, cling to someone else, hold on to someone for comfort. Why? Was she not enough?

"why do you always have to take everything from me?" Iris said, standing upright, her grip on the pokeball wasn't as tight as before. She was eerily calm. "You said whoever Bianca chooses, we'll still support each other. There will be no bitter feelings. And here you are, taking her away from me too. You're so fucking unfair."

"she isn't yours, Iris. You're forcing her to do something she doesn't want."

"liar! She said it herself! She said she loves me too!"

But damn her demeanour fucking broke. Her mind was spinning, thoughts running here and there, voices going on how she's always been a shadow of the twins, how people wanted Hilbert to be the Champion, how people only saw Hilda as the Hero. Why can't they ever get the hate she gets??? She doesn't understand. She did what she was expected to do, she was a strong Champion, she was kind to the people, she did everything in her power to keep Unova safe. And still all the credit goes to the twins, and she fucking hated it. Now Hilda's w Bianca, and smth in her snapped.

"give her back to me. She's mine."

Hilda gritted her teeth, calling forth Hydreigon. "No. She isn't a toy you could claim as your own. Bianca doesn't want this."

"of course she's not a toy, she's my queen, my equal, she will rule Unova with me. We're destined for each other."

"..don't make me hurt you, Iris, please." Hilda pleaded with desperation, pushing Bianca behind her, and Hilbert was at her side, Emboar out in the field, both the twins shielding Bianca from whatever it is that may happen.

Iris laughed, smearing the blood on her face, dripping clean from her hand, she bared her teeth at them, fangs and all, sneering, "you already have."

Relationships: NCT 127

Maeil (aka Daily)

there are two meanings to their ship name

first is, of course, their names mashed together but the second meanings is much cuter and the one fans use to explain their dynamic

When Mae found out their ship name was Maeil her first reaction was “Oh? Is it because I make sure to let Taeil hyung I love him daily?” while cuddling Taeil on a couch

he’s the same age as Mae’s older brother so she treats him as such

her brother is literally like “Are you replacing me with Taeil? I’m your reall brother!” and she’s just there sweating

part of Taeil’s hype squad and will fight donghyuck for the position of president

like the two were on vlive and spent a good fifteen minutes arguing about their positions in the club Mae won but donghyuck refuses to acknowledge it

he could be doing something simple and you can see Mae in the background with a big smile cheering

he’s also like her personal teddy bear whenever she wants cuddles and/or wants to rest

there are just multiple gifs floating around nct twt of Mae tackling Taeil for a hug or her just clinging to him on a couch because she’s either tired and wants to rest or just wants cuddles

absolutely adores his voice

there are multiple compilations on youtube about all the times Mae compliments Taeil on his voice and him just blushing the whole time

Maenny

was lowkey intimidated bc the man is a fucking tree and basically towers over her

but then he saw him play around with some other trainees and that thought disappeared real quick

he’s more like the protective older brother than like a parent like Doyoung or Taeyong

can and has used his height to his advantage when it comes to scaring people who hurt Mae or do something to make her sad

he was one of the first people who found out about her old company and he looked like he was about to storm their building probably would’ve if it weren’t for Mae

one of the first people she became friends with because he always answered questions she had when she was a trainees

before debut there were times people could see Johnny walk somewhere and Mae is just trailing after him like a lost puppy more like running because the man’s legs are long and he walks faster

there was this one time someone asked where Mae was and Johnny just shuffled to the side to reveal her behind him

his large frame was just big enough to hide her from everyone’s vision unless you walk past the two

you know that one vid of predebut nct performing Under The Sea with Johnny wearing the fish head? Mae was supposed to join him dressed as Ariel but the idea was cut last minute

there was this one time Mae couldn’t see something bc she was too short so Johnny lifted her up and put her on his shoulders

okay enough about Mae’s height

during shows he’s always encouraging Mae to talk more when she seems unsure whether to give her input or not

johnny, after an interviewer asks a question: “what do you think Mae?”

absolutely melts whenever she does aegyo because no matter how old she is he’ll always see her as the cute kid who followed him everywhere

MaeTae

honestly it’s hard to pinpoint where Taeyong’s protective parental energy started getting directed to Mae

like it might’ve been somewhere predebut but she doesnt know when

she’s like 50% sure she just blanked out and suddenly Taeyong appeared in her life scolding her for not taking care of herself

it’s not like she’s complaining abt it she’s really grateful to have someone like him in her life

when her family got worried abt her joining a group filled with guys he personally went to her house and calmly explained how Mae will be taken care of and how the group will make sure that she’ll be safe

first person to know if there’s something between SM and Mae that the other members don’t know about

he was also the first member to know about what happened with Mae and her old company

she knows she can trust him with anything

he found her alone crying in one of the practice rooms and she just poured her heart out to him

Whenever they go places as a large group he looks for Mae first before counting the other members

she got lost once and now he doesnt want her out of his sight for more than five minutes

she got him a “world’s greatest dad” trophy as a joke that he has on a shelf in his room

YuMae

you know how yuta acts with mark and winwin? yeah he does the same for Mae

if he isnt giving a hug to mark he’s all the way across the room with Mae giving her a back hug

Mae: does nothing

Yuta: aigoo look how cute she is :)

she doesnt ignore him tho she just returns the affection

likes to jump on his back for a piggy back ride or just run and jump to give him a hug

there was this one clip that went viral of Yuta talking to someone and he just pauses for a moment before turning around to catch Mae, who seemingly came out of nowhere, into a hug and turned back to his conversation

neither yuta nor the other person seemed fazed so this seemed like a regular occurrence to them

he teaches her japanese!

its beneficial to both of them because Mae can learn and Yuta won’t forget any Japanese while living in Korea :D

really really really loves his smile

like real whipped (A/N i wrote this while watching the under the sea performance and now im going through it)

like she sees him smile and that makes her smile and that makes fans smile

Can and has glared at “fans” and other people who make her uncomfortable whether it be at the airport or during their schedules

There was this one time Mae was walking ahead of him when there were fansites following them and he just pulled her back into his arms because he noticed an anti of hers was nearby

It’s like a lion trying to protect a kitten

2Young

again did not know how Doyoung because like a parent to Mae but she just ended up rolling with it

She just has this aura to her that makes you want to care of her and give her love

whenever they go eat together with the group he always put food on her plate, regardless of whether the managers glare at him or not he glares back anyway so they back off

“doyoung she’s been put on a diet-” “she’s going to eat whether you like it or not”

one time Mae got sick with a fever and he just burst into her room with medicine and soup

if taeyong has the “world’s greatest dad” trophy doyoung has the “world’s greatest mom” trophy that he says he’ll throw it away but has it perched on his desk

Mae’s also one of the members who like to clown him

she’s the one of the reasons he already has gray hairs

Mae has a folder of embarrassing photos of Doyoung’s childhood that his brother sent to her and refuses to delete it

she cant do anything about them tho bc Doyoung got his own folder of babie Mae pics courtesy of Mae’s older brother

Haechan has tried and failed to gain access to either of those folders

MaeHyun

major sibling energy

but not like the bickering kind of energy but more like very soft and uwu

there are a lot of people asking them “are you sure you’re not related?” during interviews and fansigns

Fans are just waiting for the two to do a duet bc come on SM you have a real life Disney prince and princess here

Let Mae be the Jasmine to Jaehyun’s Aladdin and perform A Whole New World together

She likes to poke his dimple

There’s this one vid where Jaehyun and Mae are sitting together and she just pokes his dimple and Jaehyun’s smile gets bigger

joked about if he could let her meet yugyeom and bambam bc of 97line and he just went no <3

when jaehyun was inkigayo’s mc nobody could approach her with the infamous inkigayo sandwich bc she was always with him not like anyone could try considering mae has several bodyguards wherever she goes

you know how jaehyun won the alpaca plushie in nct life? he gave it to mae bc he know how much she loved plushies

Honestly the majority of the plushies in her room were given to her by jaehyun

She has a bear named after him uwu

MaeWoo

Loves the energy he gives and thinks he’s so funny

He never fails to make her laugh whenever she needs cheering up

they used to be shy around each other when he first joined the group but they caught each other having a midnight snack so they just talked at 3am eating ramen until doyoung found them and told them to go to bed

now it’s just tradition for them to go to a convenience store together and eat ramen or whatever snacks they decide to get

nobody is allowed to join them its only a MaeWoo thing  

Mae has natural aegyo but Jungwoo has taught her to use it to her advantage which she does but not often

Another one of Mae’s cuddle buddies

She just thinks he looks so soft so she just clings to him whenever he’s nearby

Major uwu energy over here when it comes to the two of them together

idk why but i dont see him as the type to be protective when it comes to her dating

he’s more like

“you dont have a boyfriend yet? damn people dont know what they’re missing”

or on the other side of the spectrum

“good luck to your future boyfriend he’ll need it if he’s gonna date you”

2Ma/MaeKyung

Older brother that doesn’t feel like an older brother

Majority of the time he kinda just feels like they’re the same age or younger so newer fans get shocked when they find out she’s younger

Like there was this one time Johnny the two were playing Smash Bros and Mark was whining because he lost and Mae was jumping in the background cheering it was his fourth loss in a row but he won’t say it

they were kinda awkward around each other at first so johnny literally had to stick them in a room together and didn’t let them leave until they talked to each other

it worked and they just vibed and rambled about different topics like trainee life and what mark’s life in Vancouver was like

speaking of Vancouver

one time during their stay in Vancouver they wanted to have a friend date but he lost her at a mall and took twenty minutes trying to find her until she used the announcement service to call him

he wouldve ask his Vancouver friends to go with them but some of them had a crush on mae so no <3

When she first starting writing songs and her own lyrics she went to Mark first and asked if the lyrics she wrote were good

They were amazing and Mark made sure to tell her that :D

mae’s reaction to his dream graduation was one of the saddest things czennies have seen so when she found out he was coming back she would not let go of him

Literally could not stop smiling whenever mark was with the rest of dream filming for Resonance

It’s just very wholesome and czennies are willing to riot if SM decides to separate them

Maechan

You know how I said Maehyun was the soft and uwu type of siblings? Well Maechan are the bickering type of siblings

You know the ones who like to bicker over minor things but still would protect each other for life

they have so much dirt on each other on trainee days lmao

Haechan to Mae: lmao what a loser

Haechan when someone insults Mae: listen here you little shit

The only person allowed to clown her is him and the rest of NCT

he heard a trainee talk shit about her once and they still can’t look haechan in the eye

he’s only a few months older than her but he uses the “i’m older!” card whenever he can

“i’m older therefore i get to go first” “excuse me sir but you’re only three months older than me” “but im still older”

they fight for the title of the favorite 127 maknae but they both know that can do what they want

Mae is more lenient towards the hyungs during yaja time than haechan is tho so she just vibes whenever they go to scold him when the games over

they do team up a lot so they’re a menace when they do something together

especially in games

their competitive nature plus their brain power together? its over it even started

50% of the time they have to be separated from each other when it comes to choosing teams

the other 50% is someone choosing both of them because they want that easy win

Those two are willing to risk it all even for a bag of chips

If you'd be willing, could you do some hcs about smatcher & moonie who have a S/O who has ptsd, kinda similar to them, but from their biological mother? I see my mother a lot in Venessa, so I tend to mentally cling to snatcher n mj bc they remind me a bit of what I went through, I wish I could be there for them to help ease over the pain, yaknow?

Sure! I can understand having them as comfort characters! (But if you don’t mind, I won’t outright say the S/O’s previous abusive relationship and keep it very vague, that way it can be more inclusive. I’ll also throw in some extra HCs with Snatcher and Moonjumper dealing with their own trauma/PTSD) Also! Just a fair warning, I know nothing about this but I’ll try my best, so if any of these HCs seem insensitive please let me know and I’ll fix them right away! (Warning for mentions of abuse and past trauma under the cut!)

We all know that Snatcher is generally loud with his voice, even when speaking normally. However, if S/O tends to cringe at loud or heightened voices, Snatcher actually starts to become more quiet around them. He speaks softer, in hushed tones, and even when he’s angry or upset he reassures them that everything’s alright and that he’s not too mad at them. It’s rare to hear Snatcher speaking so normally, but if it comforts S/O then he’ll speak as quiet as he possibly can around them. And if S/O happens to be having a traumatic episode or a panic/anxiety attack? He will be especially quiet around them, showing the softer side of himself for once by holding them in his arms (if they don’t mind) and promising them that they’re okay and he’s here if they need him.

Moonjumper tends to be very clingy, wanting plenty of hugs and cuddles from S/O. But once he finds out that S/O is uncomfortable with sudden physical touch (after the giving them a surprise hug on accident), he makes a vow right then and there to always ask before even thinking about touching them again. If they say no, they’re not comfortable with that just yet, then he’ll be sure keep his distance while still giving them encouraging words and compliments. But if they say yes, he’ll be extremely gentle with them, hugging them so lightly he’s barely even touching them, or being very considerate when holding their hand, asking them again and again if they’re alright with what he’s doing before going any further.

Snatcher has a habit of sneaking up on people and scaring them as “pranks”, but with S/O it’s actually quite the opposite. They are the only one who he never does his normal routine with and/or tries to jumpscare (he made that mistake when he first introduced himself to them, and now he’s promised never to scare them like that again). He tends to tap their shoulders lightly and tries to announce himself before teleporting next to them or popping out of the ground randomly. It’s tough, because Snatcher really wants to be his normal, menacing self, but he puts their comfort first because he wants them to feel safer around him.

If S/O has depressive moments and/or deals with intrusive thoughts because of their PTSD, Moonjumper tries his hardest to encourage them and find ways to make them smile and feel happy. Like with a previous HC I mentioned, Moonjumper gifts them blankets, pillows, and/or plushies, but now he gives them to S/O whenever they’re in need of comfort or as a way to de-stress. If they’re okay with more physical affection, he’ll cradle them in his arms gently, telling them just how much he loves them and that they’re perfect just the way they are. And while he knows he can’t make their depression or intrusive thoughts go away completely, he will try his best to make sure they know that they are loved, despite what their brain tells them.

Now, with both Snatcher and Moonjumper, they tend to have nightmares about their trauma from the past. But if S/O has the same problem? They’ll both try to wake S/O up gently, making sure they’re alright and wiping the tears from their eyes if they’re crying. Neither Snatcher or Moonjumper will try to push, so S/O doesn’t have to tell them about the nightmare if they don’t want to, but they still hold S/O close, hushing and comforting them until they can fall back asleep again. If S/O has trouble falling asleep, however, Snatcher offers to read one of his law books to them and Moonjumper will offer to sing a lullaby for them. Neither of them will fall back asleep until S/O has, making sure they’re safe before doing so (they’re both ghosts, so sleep isn’t really necessary for them).

No matter who the person is that S/O has distanced themselves from (an abusive family member, a past lover, or even just a toxic friend), both Snatcher and Moonjumper promise S/O that they will both keep them far away from said individual(s) as possible. Both of them become very protect around S/O, even Moonjumper, and they reassure S/O that they will never let anyone hurt them ever again (even if no harm was actually done to S/O, they’ll still be protective of them and make sure they’re safe). Snatcher and Moonjumper also take note of things and tiggers that remind S/O of there past trauma, making sure to avoid the topics all together or help them through those issues, whichever it may be.

Snatcher & Moonjumper HCs:

During winter, Snatcher becomes very...distant, for obvious reasons. He doesn’t like the snow, ice, or the cold in general, because it reminds him too much of her. He’s very reclusive when this happens, refusing to go out into the cold at first. But, with a lot of convincing, S/O helps Snatcher overcome this, bringing him out into the snow slowly, hand-in-hand, showing them that there’s nothing to be afraid of. S/O might even convince him to have some fun playing in the snow; having a snowball fight with Hat Kid, Bow Kid, Mu, and even the Subconites, making snowpeople, snowforts, and snowangels. And when all’s said and done, Snatcher and S/O get to cuddle up close to one another, with some hot cocoa and a good book as the snow continues to fall outside. Snatcher mutters a quiet “thank you” to them, for helping him feel happy for the first time in years.

Moonjumper has a conditional sense of perfection, scolding himself whenever he thinks he’s not acting politely enough or even when he makes little mistakes (I bet you can guess where that came from). It gets so bad, to where when he really does mess up badly, he flinches at S/O sudden movements. It’s a reflex, as Vanessa used to slap the Prince across the face if he ever made her upset. And while he knows very well that S/O is nothing like Vanessa, and they would never hurt him, it still brings back some unpleasant memories and he apologizes to them for “not being good enough.” If S/O reassures him, telling him that he is enough and that he shouldn’t worry about trying to impress them, Moon will then embrace them, crying happy tears and saying how much he loves them over and over.

Snatcher has a similar thing like with Moonjumper, where he doesn’t like sudden or abrupt touches. If someone were to hug him or touch him suddenly, with no warning, he’d flinch, before calming down once he realizes there’s no danger (unless it’s someone he really doesn’t like, then they’d better run). It takes awhile for Snatcher to become used to physical contact, but it takes surprisingly less time with people he trusts, like S/O. He finds it very considerate when S/O asks him for permission before hugging him, holding his hand, and especially kissing him, liking how slow and patient they are with him. And when Snatcher displays some of his nervous habits, like fidgeting with his claws or grabbing at his wrists, he finds it comforting when S/O asks him what’s wrong and offers to cuddle him, which he gladly accepts.

(This HC is a bit more angsty, so fair warning) Moonjumper has scars that he, at first, hides from S/O. He has slash marks (ones that look eerily like claw marks) that adorn his chest, shoulders, arms, and thighs; white marks that stand out from his blue skin. No surprise here, they came from Vanessa (after she had turned monstrous) and he hides these scars because they bring back unpleasant memories of his time locked away in the basement... that, and he’s very self-conscious about them, fearing that S/O might find them disgusting. But when he finally does decides to show them, after S/O convinces him, he finds their reassurance heart-warming, with them showing empathy/sympathy for what happened to him and letting him know that he isn’t ugly or unattractive because of his scars.

Back to the nightmares HC, whenever Snatcher or Moonjumper wakes up from a nightmare, they usually wake up S/O in the process. With Moonjumper he’s immediately crying, curling up to S/O suddenly and hugging them tight, like he’s afraid they’ll disappear. With Snatcher, it’s rare to see him cry, and at first he’ll be defensive about it if S/O finds out... but eventually he’ll give into them trying to comfort him, holding them close and reluctantly asking for cuddles so he can calm down again. In both cases, both of the ghosts feel much better talking it out with S/O and having them in their arms, falling back asleep once they know they’re safe and, more importantly, that their S/O is safe.

Whenever they’re reminder of Vanessa, both Snatcher and Moonjumper act differently. With Snatcher, he becomes more distant and irritable, shutting himself down emotionally and keeping away from others. With Moonjumper, he becomes reminiscent and sorrowful, knowing that while he doesn’t love Vanessa anymore, little things still tend to remind him of her, so it’s hard for him to let go of the memories of what they once had. In both cases, it helps tremendously when S/O offers to comfort either Snatcher or Moonjumper. It will take plenty of time patience with Snatcher, as he normally pushes anyone away who even tries to bring up his past, but eventually he welcomes S/O help and kind words. And with Moonjumper, even he is reluctant to open up at first, thinking that his feelings are unnecessary or foolish, but when S/O offers to listen to him it’s a huge weight off his shoulders. In both cases, both ghosts make it clear to S/O just how lucky they are to have such an understanding soulmate, and that they’re so happy they gave love another chance.

Kay I didn't clarify but in the light of your recent post here, I feel like I should.

I'm mad at Isabella because of how she treated Jungkook, not necessarily bc she stopped her orgasm (which, yes, i guess is weird to me, but I won't pretend like I can ever empathize with her fully bc i haven't gone through anything like what she has, so yeah.)

But the way her mind works ?? How in the world can one take someone's words (someone who's tried their best to be nothing but canring and understanding for quite a while now) and twist them so much in their head that they sound so negative when they're actually the opposite...

And asking him to leave the room??? Treating the bj situation like it was a joB he expected her to do or smth?? I know i'm paraphrasing but it legit felt like, 'Okay you came, i did my part, why do you bother me now?' - that's just rude imo. Dismissing his efforts and feelings like that.. He's actually TRYING way more than before to TALK to her and understand her and she just.. ???

She just projected the anger she felt toward her own insecurities on him. And that's not fair.

Yeah, that's why I'm mad.

-👀(currently feeling more like: 😑)

I'm glad you said more! I think it's totally worth talking about JK's experience in this, sure! I am actually really happy for you if your mind has never done the mental gymnastics to make something neutral or positive into a negative, I mean that sincerely! I think it's a pretty common trauma response, because you get used to everything being a threat even if it sounds nice --remember she's had two shitty abusive exes by this point, who I'm sure smiled plenty as they said things she took at face value only to be very wrong.

I also don't know about you, but I'm not usually at my best to talk about painful or unsettling emotions when I'm already overwhelmed. I can see why you would find it off-putting she asked him to leave the room, but I think that one's a different in how people process emotion. Some people want someone close for comfort, others want to be able to retreat.

Is is specifically when she accused him of bullying her that you're talking about? Because she said that right after she admitted something that made her feel very vulnerable "You got me really close really fast and it kind of freaked me out because I’m not used to that. I told you the truth, I don’t orgasm a lot." You'll see this pattern a lot with her. A beautiful but tragic part of Isabella's journey right now is that she does still want that connection, she's still clinging to the hope that things with JK can be different than anything she's had in the past. But as soon as she takes a step in that direction, experience tries to push her down again, and she reacts.

As for the blowjob, you bet she saw that as transactional! Multiple times in this story she has offered bjs as thank yous, and here she kind of offered it as an apology for disrupting sex. And she hoped that would satisfy him and be the end of it. It's probably not the first time she's tried to settle perceived upset/anger with sex. Instead of "why are you still bothering me?" (which honestly I just don't see), try thinking of it as "what else do you want from me?" It's a nuanced response, because it could sound exasperated but also sad. She let him cum, she did the thing, didn't she? Men just want to cum? Isn't he happy with her now? These are the rules she learned sex by.

Also, just to equalize a little, JK did snap at her a couple times here. He also pushed her to talk about multiple things after she'd asked him not to push those things right now. She is within her right to say she doesn't want to talk about something traumatic right now and ask him to drop it and they can talk about it later. We know his intentions are good, and totally valid to say maybe they shouldn't have had sex until they had more communication and trust in place! He's in solver mentality, but this isn't something JK can "solve," though creating a loving and secure and safe space for her will definitely help her.

"She just projected the anger she felt toward her own insecurities on him. And that's not fair." This is a good note too, and also a very relatable one for most of us, and believe it or not, as long as it doesn't become habit and take over, it's a sign of growth. Do you know why kids behave more terribly for their moms than anyone? Because it's the first relationship they feel safe to push boundaries and act out in, because they feel that the love is unconditional. If you read the things she says in this chapter through the lens of "there is no one in Isabella's life who has ever truly been there for her except her late father", it gets really sad, really fast. But she is saying actually a lot to JK about her fears and insecurities here. She's setting boundaries and hoping he'll actually respect them. We definitely aren't to a healthy, happy place, but there's a lot of development here beneath the surface! And, just as importantly, JK has learned to recognize her defensive outbursts for what they are. So he doesn't see a woman being cruel to him, he sees a scared child having a tantrum (forgive the analogy of a toddler, but I hope you understand what I mean.) It's not something you want to be a permanent habit, but him not letting that "end his love" immediately... that's starting to look like unconditional love to Isabella.

OK OK this was long sorry! Feel free to send me further thoughts! <3

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For each “⭐️” I get, I’ll write a headcanon about our muses. // @xviperinae

Oh boy. Buckle in hens, we’re in for a long ride. if you thought i wasn’t going to go all out you were strongly misled. under a read more bc..... there is a lot.

Jacks & Viper

⭐️ There is VERY little that Jacks wouldn’t do for Viper. It’s been so long since he’s felt any form of connection from another person that Jacks probably clings a little too tightly to that.

⭐️ Whiskey has taken on a secret meaning between them for ‘i’m sorry’. After a fight or if the other is reopening an old wound in themselves a bottle of whiskey is soon bought to the scene. It’s not that they can’t verbalise those two words to each other but they’re both stubborn and sometimes ‘i’m sorry’ is easier to hear when it’s not said out loud.

⭐️  Jacks WOULD hide a body/cover up a crime scene for Viper. But he would also probably vomit...a lot. And pass out. And honestly at some point you’ve just got to admit that whilst the THOUGHT is there practically speaking he would just be a god damn liability.

⭐️ Because of the scarring(or rather the implications of the scars) Jacks doesn’t like holding hands. That being said Viper is the one person he will reach across and give her hand a gentle squeeze sometimes. It’s never a long touch and only on the rare occasions he feels its needed but it IS there. She’s also the one person he wouldn’t flinch his own hand away from if she reached for his.

⭐️ Jacks doesn’t realise Viper’s crush on him but if he did oh hens my heart is weak because he would be so SOFT and capable of more gentleness than he knows. it would mean so much to Jacks to let Viper know that even though he can’t return her affections in that particular way he LOVES her, completely and unconditionally. man, i get real emotional over this every time we talk about it but jUST. he loves her so much ok so v much and like a lil gentle hand squeeze when he realises and a ‘i get it. it’s gonna be tough to find someone prettier than me’ but also a ‘but god, look at you, you’re beautiful and you’re gonna find someone so much better’

Estela & Viper

⭐️ Every year for Christmas Estela goes ENTIRELY over board on decorations. Everything has to match a particular colour theme and each ornament has to reflect the light in a CERTAIN way. It is a complete ordeal that extends throughout the December months. Despite this Viper is allowed ONE decoration on the holy shrine for a tree and undoubtedly it’s like a miniature Tennessee whiskey bottle or something that she just knows Estela is going to hate. And Estela just accepts it. Because. GOD. If this isn’t the woman she loves.

⭐️ One year Viper bought Alejandro a Christmas jumper. but like, a real weird knitted turtle neck type deal with snowmen and robins on it and Estela found it the most hilarious thing she’d seen all year and every year on Christmas eve they put it this solemn 100 pound Doberman.

⭐️ Following from that with other doggy head canons, Viper is the only person Alejandro relaxes around beyond Estela. It took a fair amount of time before the guard dog realised Viper was the OPPOSITE of a threat. But now on quiet evenings he’ll even rest his giant head on her lap.

⭐️ Estela feels TREMENDOUS guilt over her feelings for Viper. Knowing that her selfishness is putting Viper’s life and health in jeopardy leaves a permanently bitter taste in her mouth.

( perhaps that’s why it’s so unfair that Vipers kisses taste so sweet. )

⭐️ Estela’s love for Viper is subtle but also entirely obvious if you know where to look. It’s in the slight shifts of movements that follow Viper’s, aware of the others motions without having to look. Or the way her gaze lingers a little too long, always captivated, hooked on whatever Viper is doing.

⭐️ cliché but Estela steals Vipers clothes...... a lot.

⭐️ Viper is the only person who can make Estela blush. And this was going to be a stand alone point because let’s face it, we love to see it. But also Viper is the only person who can make Estela snort with laughter or cry in an argument or leave her jaw aching from smiling. Viper is the only person who makes Estela act human.

Mila & Viper

⭐️ Mila finds herself drawn towards Viper’s aura whilst also being disconcerted by it. She finds it entirely difficult to get an accurate read on just who Viper is from energy alone. At some point I feel as though Mila would abandon her ‘sight’ and trust Viper for how she presents herself. Although the collateral fall out from that if Mila ever did discover Viper’s occupation would be... uh oh.

⭐️ Still kind of relating onto that point !! (my bad. it’s just a v interesting dynamic ok !!) Mila is very black and white on morality. She would/will/does trust Viper implicitly and entirely naively as an older sister figure in her life and someone she could admire and depend upon. And that black and white stance would be entirely challenged and crumbled upon realising that whilst she is safe with Viper that doesn’t mean everyone else is safe around Viper either.

⭐️ I like to think that maybe Mila’s seen little flashes of Viper in the corner of some of her visions. A strand of hair or a familiar gait. Little flickers that wouldn’t quite add up unless she knew that Viper had been at the heart of some of those deaths.

⭐️ Softer head canon to end on but Mila defo still has that umbrella. It’s one of her favourites now. Nobody tell her where Viper got it from, I mean it - NO one.

Lex & Martin

⭐️ Yeets these two in here because i am weak. but martin got to meet lex in such a rarely vulnerable state that already there is a very fragile flammable bridge of trust between them. Martin got to see lex as an actual KID. A scared little boy that wanted his mum or his dad or anyone at all. and don’t get me wrong, a huge amount of trust comes from the fact that Martin is (beautiful n lovely n too pure) gentle and just happens to be there at the right time but ALSO he sounds like the kid’s home and he sounds like safety n im gonna cry now ty

⭐️ Lex lashes out A LOT at martin before he really gets to know him. his dad always taught him that doctors were bad news and he feels exposed that the first time they met he was so vulnerable.  but martin just?? responds with honesty and gentleness always and lex ??? needs that. and in a matter of months the kid looks up to him and wants to be more like him. 

⭐️ lex absolutely wouldn't know how to express love especially when it borders on parental so he just leaves the weirdest gifts for martin. the WEIRDEST. a tube of fruit pastels. a dying house plant. a funky looking bone that he found the other day. the gifts make little to no sense but the fundamental binding feature is that NONE are stolen. he saves up scraps and pennies to make martin proud rather than steal something on the side. 

⭐️ i know we talked about this over discord but my fave unofficial headcanon is that if/when lex ever finds out that Martin isn’t technically Scottish his brain would just ??? implode. the singular brain cell would just ... frazzle. would pretend to understand but the inside of his brain would just be (  X  )

BNHA ocs

I wanna ramble abput them bc rn I don't really have much else to do waiting for an appointment so here we goooo

All art is created in picrew!

Mifune Ijishi

-She/her

-28 years old, a home ec teacher at UA because honestly these kids not only need to know how to save other people but care about themselves and not just eat package ramen every night... And also how not to burn the house down(bakugo-)

-Bicon

-the Mom Friend™️, will make sure you've had three square meals a day and have someone to talk to about your problems

-Quirk: Teddy Bear Torrent. Can control any fabric and thread in the shape of an animal. Can use storebought plushies, but handmade or gifted ones work better because of the emotional connection. Can only control 10 at a time, and putting them together to make a teddy bear golem is her special move.

-Insecure about her appearance, since lots of people told her growing up that clinging to her stuffed animals and looking cartoony all the time(literally something she was born with) was creepy

Tanaka Kanaeda

-He/him, pan

-17 years old, class 2-B, kind of scary but a very loyal friend

-Quirk: Banshee. The user's voice raised above a certain decibel will ellicit an acute fear response in anyone who hears it, the frequency at which the user speaks causes hallucinations and paranoia the louder it gets. Also inherited a very SHARP set of scary teeth and elongated mouth from his father. Not in the Hero Class because his quirk only works on humans, not machines, and he only managed to get a few points on the exam.

-Speaks softly to avoid scaring others, as well as well a medical mask for the same reason. Likes hanging out with others but doesn't have many friends due to how introverted he seems. Insecure about seeming like a monster, would like to be a hero people feel safe with someday despite his looks and quirks

-Looks like he could kill you, secretly a cinnamon roll

Murai Tenoshi/Carbon Copy

-He/him, trans and demisexual

-25 year old pro hero, mostly does combat work due to his quirk not being very useful for rescue type missions

-Quirk: Copy and Paste. The user can duplicate any non-organic item he touches, and make as many as he wants. The catch is, he can only duplicate one item at a time, and the duplicate items he's made fizzle into thin air once he starts duplicating something else so he must choose wisely. Can also be over used and can weaken him greatly if pushed to duplicate over 65 copies of the item.

-Cares a lot about the next generation of heroes, loves to volunteer to teach them, hopes that he can help those with odd "useless" quirks become strong and confident because he wasn't treated nicely for having a "useless" quirk until he proved himself.

-Secretly a fiend for funny memes and absurdist comedy

Soma Hattori/Masquerade

-They/them, nonbinary and gay(leaning towards men)

-21 years old, a villain who recently joined the LoV

-Quirk: Voice snatcher. Can imitate anyone's voice so long as they hear it for more than 30 seconds. Useful for luring heroes into traps, splitting them up, or making phone calls to gain information. Cannot assimilate the person's knowledge though, so they usually have to study their personality and speech pattern to get it truly right.

-Has a "Chosen One" complex due to the fact that they were told by a man with a future sight quirk that they would eventually rule the world and reign in a new era(the man is actually quirkless) and so their motivation is that all the evil they do to push themselves to the top is for the greater good of the entire earth. They sincerely believe heroes are the "enemy" they are meant to defeat. They don't make friends easily, as they have lots of trust issues, but if pushed enough, they'll spend time with other villains.

-A bastard, will imitate All Might to get free pizza and in the same breath imitate Shigaraki to scare some students

Saito Takeyo

-He/they, demiboy and demisexual

-Quirk: HUD(Credit for the idea of this quirk goes to @hiken-ace ^^). The user can see a display, not seen by others, of stats of the people around them. Stamina, health, and weaknesses are three common aspects seen, but other statistics can be added to a person's "file" if more is learned. Due to his quirk, Saito has odd white diamonds

lance and his mom

bc we all love crying over lance, right?

prompt for julance

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15134330/chapters/35323920

It feels weird sitting in Red’s cockpit in his civilian clothes.

It feels weird having civilian clothes. At least, it feels weird on Earth. Out in space it was so much easier to detach from the idea. Out in space the war is always going on, there’s never an end only breaks. On Earth, all of it seems so far away.

Lance can see the stars. From here to an untrained eye they look like all the other stars in all the other galaxies they’ve seen. But Lance has memorized all of the stars and the constellations specific to Earth. It’s a relief seeing them all again, he relaxes into the feeling like it’s a warm blanket. There’s still a war going on out there, but here Lance feels safe.

He doesn’t know how long he’s been sitting in Red’s cockpit. It was dark when he sunk out of his room, like he was a little kid and into red and it’s still dark now. No sunrise in sight. So, he reasons, he should have more than enough time to sneak back in without worrying anyone.

Ever since he came home a week ago he hasn’t had a second alone. Not that it’s a bad thing. The castle had been his only home since he had gone to space, but it was so big and filled with so few the hallways always seemed lonely. He’s missed the comforted chaos of so many people in one house. He can’t take a single step without bumping into someone and, god, he’s missed it.

But it’s slightly suffocating at times. Going from being at a distance with everyone to having at least one person clinging to you at all times in a second feels like jumping into a cold pool. From the moment he knocked on his door a week ago to now someone has always been with him. Nieces and nephews clinging to his legs, his Mamma hugging him whenever he walks by, one of his siblings always having a hold on his arm or shoulder or wherever they can grab. It’s disorientating.

He used to have to hunt down people to hang out with. Now he has to hunt down places to take a breath.

The problem is he’ll miss it, when he’s gone. Which is probably why guilt threatens to suffocate him when he thinks about getting away for a moment to himself. He’ll miss it. He’ll hate that he didn’t take every moment to be with his family. He’ll regret his selfishness.

Lance tugs his hoodie over his head and slouches into it, trying to hide from those thoughts. Blue would always comfort him when he started spiraling like this, but Red is more hands off. Just being near her both helps and hurts and Lance hates himself for it.

The air around him is quiet, no regular sounds of night able to sneak in past Red. Only Lance’s breathing and the soft beeps from Red’s control panel keep him company. Which is probably why he jumps a foot in the air when a door behind him opens.

In space, Lance would react like a Paladin. Bayard drawn, up and in fighting stance, just in case. On Earth, he reacts like a kid caught in a cookie jar, sinking into his seat and pulling the strings on his hoodie to hide his face.

There isn’t a need to check who it is, Lance already knows.

“Leonardo.” His Mamma whispers his name, the same way she whispered a prayer as she hugged him before he left for the Garrison. It’s the only name she calls him by since he came home. One day he came home and asked to be called Lance, and she had agreed to it, but he hasn’t heard her use that name once in the past week.

“Mamma.” He isn’t sure if she’s here to scold him for sneaking out and scaring him. Before he it would have for sure been that, but now a days he isn’t sure of anything anymore. “What are you doing here?”

She hums softly, footsteps echoing in the cockpit as she approaches. She stops at his chair, but doesn’t touch him. “A mother can always tell when a child is out of bed, you know that.”

Lance coughs out a wet laugh and pulls back his hood to peek out at her. “Could never get anything past you, huh?”

His mother isn’t looking at him, she’s staring straight ahead, out of Red’s window and up at the stars. Not for the first time this week Lance is struck by how much she’s changed. Overall she looks how he remembers and her hugs are still warm and she still smiles softly at him when he comes downstairs in the morning. But now her smiles are accompanied by teary eyes and there’s a furrow in her brows that wasn’t there before. Her hair, the same dark brown that Lance’s is, is streaked with grey. And there’s bags under her eyes that Lance doesn’t remember seeing before.

She looks exhausted.

Everytime Lance thinks about it his throat starts to close up and his eyes start to sting. It’s his fault. Even though no one will directly say it, no one will yell it at him like he deserves, he knows that this is his fault.

“None of you can.” His mother agreed with a little nod of her head. “It’s so I can keep you four safe and out of trouble. It’s my job to always know where you are.”

Lance doesn’t say anything about her voice cracking and she doesn’t say anything about the tears in his eyes.

“It is also my job to know when something’s wrong. So, Leonardo,” she turns to him and cups his cheek with her hand, “what’s wrong?”

He’s imagined this conversation before, it’s practically all he’s been thinking about since his first day back. He was never sure when or where or even how he’d tell her, but he imagined something calmer. Maybe somewhat heroic, telling his mother he would have to go back into space to continue to fight for freedom throughout the universe. Or maybe he’d do it somewhere comforting, in soothing tones at the same place on the beach that she would take him when he was younger.

But now that he’s had time to be at home and unwind the exhaustion of fighting a war has settled deep into him. It’s soaked through his skin right to his bones and left him shaking and fragile. He can’t have this conversation right now, not with his mother. It’s obvious from the way that instead of a response a sob bubbles up from his chest. He tries to bite back the next one, jaw clenched so tight his teeth ache, but it’s no use.

He hadn’t imagined sitting in Red’s chair, his mother sitting next to him, holding him so close he’s half in her lap. She’s whispering, softly, in Spanish, running her fingers through her hair, but he can’t make a word of it out. He thinks she might be shaking too, but he can’t tell.

Outside the ship it’s still dark when he’s finally calm enough to look. His whole body is still shaking so hard his teeth are chattering, but at least he can somewhat breath again. Pressed against her chest, he can hear his mother’s heartbeat loud and true over the blood rushing in his ears. He could fall asleep right here, and never wake up.

“I don’t want to go back.” Lance forces himself to whisper, because he knows he can’t stay here all night. Each word takes up more energy than he has to give, his eyelids droop closed. “I can’t.”

His mother starts humming, a lullaby from long ago that Lance can’t remember the name of. Her fingers tighten in his hair.

“I’ve missed so much here. All of you. I- even at the Garrison, it wasn’t this bad. I don’t think I can do it again. Out there it’s- I don’t know if- I-” almost died he finishes in his head. She can never know. No one in his family can ever know how for a moment out there he was dead, before Allura pulled him back. They can never hear a word of it.

It still shakes him to his core.

“I know, I know.” She whispers even though they both know she doesn’t — she never will know anything close to it — because it’s what Lance needs to hear. “Oh, my sweet, sweet boy, I know you don’t want to leave. You never did. I still remember you trying to get me to talk you out of going to the Garrison because you didn’t want to leave us.”

She lets out a laugh and somehow it’s the brightest thing he’s ever heard. “Your dream since you were a boy, and you were too worried about all of us to dive in head first like you should’ve. Scared that we’d need you, scared of the events you’d miss, of the memories you wouldn’t be apart of. But I didn’t these worries overtake you, because you can’t let us hold you back.”

Gently, she pushes him away just enough so that he can look up at her. She smiles, dampened with sadness but still loving. “You have to go back. You know it, all of us know it. No one holds it against you. It’s not just about our family anymore, it’s about the universe. And if I could I would never let you leave the house again. After spending all that time thinking you were lost to us forever, I never want to let you out of my sight.”

His mother sighs, brushing his bangs back from his forehead. “But I’m not that selfish, and I know you aren’t either. I raised you to not be. So, go, save the universe. Come back when you can, try to send messages.”

“I will, Mamma.” Lance’s voice cracks and he quickly nods. “I will. I’ll send messages all the time, you’ll get sick of them.”

“Just promise me one thing, Leonardo.” She stares into his eyes, already searching for the truth of this promise. “Promise me you’ll come back to me. You’ll come back alive and okay.”

I died out there, Mamma. The unspoken words are just on his lips, tingling and painful.

“I promise, Mamma.” He says instead, and lets her pull him in again.

turn left writing prompt: 1. down for the count but the umbrella doesn't open so lup isn't there to help taako. 2. Stop Me but kravitz tells the crew that taako is trying to get himself killed

oh shit yeah I love it

send me a story and change one thing and I’ll tell you how it would have gone!

1. Taako just fucking dies. I set it up so Barry can’t get there in time, Taako is not capable of casting featherfall himself, he literally falls off the cliff and dies. Barry’s Real Fucked Up about it, but he was still falling fast enough to break the umbrella, so Lup’s here now, I guess. Magnus and Merle arrive to a corpse and two inconsolable liches. Barry feels terrible about it but he’s glad Lup is out, and Lup is so so frustrated at herself for not scraping up the energy to cast a level 1 fucking spell when her brother’s life depended on it.

Taako lives in the astral plane now. Lucretia takes it as evidence that she has to end this fast and sends the other two to Wonderland immediately, pretty much following canon timeline but with Taako kicking it in the Eternal Stockade while Kravitz tries to figure something out. Magnus and Merle are devastated, of course. They all kind of thought they’d be in it to the end. They don’t know why looking back, but they kind of felt like they were invincible. Even when he’s dead, they keep feeling like he’ll be there when they turn around. It’s a lot quieter now. Carey really tries to be there for Magnus but the three of them were family, you know? And Merle visits his kids and just. Holds them. It scares Mavis and he tries to act like nothing’s happened so he doesn’t freak them out.

They have a hard fuckin time of it for the first round of Wonderland. Magnus barely wants to live and Merle can’t keep it together all by himself. They’re doin Real Bad before Lup, who desperately wants to kill someone just to make the emptiness go away, fucking wrecks the place. Everyone in it except for Magnus and Merle die. They barely manage to save the Sterling crew too, but there are heavy injuries.

Meanwhile, something funny is happening in the astral plane. Taako’s been babbling about a sister when Kravitz knows full well he doesn’t have any family, and he keeps talking about something coming and Kravitz thinks whatever killed him must have fucked him up real bad, because he has no idea what it is, he just knows Taako died from it, and Taako is no pushover. But then he doesn’t have time to worry about it, because all of a sudden he’s drowning and everything is gone.

He thinks this is his eternity now, just drowning in oily darkness with no end in sight, when a light breaks through.

It’s Taako, and he’s kicking ass. They get to the Eternal Stockade and Taako is like, now do you believe me? Cause I fucking told you so. And they cling to each other for a bit. Taako catches Kravitz up on the end of the world. Kravitz has to take a moment. So that’s it, then? he thinks. This is the end? Taako’s going to disappear and I’m just going to end here?

Fuck no, says Taako, we’re gonna fucking beat this thing. And then a bright light shows Kravitz how Taako’s spent the last hundred years, and when he comes to Taako’s turning the floor into precious gemstones.

I appreciate you emulating the relic you created, Taako, very thematic, points for drama, good callback to how we met, but is now really the time?

Fuck off, I know what I’m doing. Gimme a hand here.

Between Lup in the Prime Material Plane and Taako and Kravitz in the Astral, they manage to open up a portal. Taako and Kravitz stumble out, Taako and Lup have a beautiful reunion, timeline follows canon.

In the end, Taako is dead, though. Like he’s very much not alive anymore and that’s not really, like, going away? He’s allowed to grow a body and have a second chance, but he looks at his options and, you know, he knows how elves age. He knows most of his companions are human. He decides he doesn’t want to be the last one standing while all his loved ones die around him. Bone zone’s not so bad, he says. I think I’ll stick around for a bit.

(Please don’t call it that, Kravitz says, pretending not to laugh)

Luckily for him, he’s got options. He’s the savior of reality, and also has shown some decent problem-solving skills and combat proficiency, so RQ wouldn’t mind giving him a position if he makes himself useful. He thinks about it. But really, he’s gotta go with Istus. Not that RQ isn’t cool and shit, just, death, you know? Black’s not his color. And fate is very much a part of the lives of each person who helped to save the world, so he gets to see his family. He spends a long-assed time as an emissary of Istus, and she tolerates his antics and only sometimes has to remind him that she could crush him with a thought. I’m tempted to say he convinces Magnus to also do that for a little? Partially bc I’m a sucker for reaper Julia (ooh or she could serve Istus too?) and also bc I think Magnus would be good at it.

2. Lup is kickin it with Magnus one day and some dude shows up. in her room. on the starblaster. Taako is going to kill himself, he says.

What the fuck, Lup says. Get the fuck out. Magnus hits him with a chair.

No actually, Taako is going to kill himself, he asked me to do it and I said no but he’s planning something really fucking stupid and you need to stop him, the dude says, but he’s wheezing a little bit so Magnus is satisfied. Got the wind knocked out of him.

You don’t know shit about my brother, says Lup, who has definitely seen the signs and is deeply into denial territory. She is handling it, she thinks, erroneously.

Kravitz tries Barry next, because Merle would be awkward, he doesn’t know Davenport, and Lucretia would probably be a bad idea. Barry takes one fucking look at him and nopes right out. He’s not dealing with this shit in his home where he can’t have collateral damage. Kravitz follows him to a randomly selected clearing planetside. Barry is ready to do that meme where you see something bad on the internet and you say to yourself, ‘wouldn’t want my lovely wife seeing this!’ and smash your computer with a hammer. Maybe light it on fire to be safe. You need to use all that extra gasoline somehow.

Kravitz does not have time for Barold J Bluejeans’s necromancer bullshit. Taako is literally trying to kill himself and like corrupt his soul somehow??? please. Like I don’t think your death crimes are what you have to worry about right now. We will definitely worry about those! but not right now.

Barry is intrigued by this. He is strongly against his dear friends committing suicide via horribly mutated arcane ritual. He doesn’t see why one of RQ’s people would come up with such an outlandish lie. He would like to know why Kravitz knows this, and also, why Kravitz knows who they are.

Kravitz, in this au, has not agreed not to talk about anything. He tells Barry everything. How he died, how Angus died, how Taako died, what he thinks must have happened after that. Barry does not say so, but he notes that they have a plan to defeat the Hunger now, and also apparently Taako has had that for at least a hundred years and said nothing??? okay, Taako. He must be missing something there.

Kravitz was honestly expecting Taako to have told the crew what’s what. He was a little disoriented when Taako told him no one knew. But now Barry knows, and he insists on telling Davenport, and once Davenport’s onboard it’s time to tell everyone else, and then they set up an intervention. They get all ready for it. They are waiting for Taako. He is late. He is later. He is very, very late. The sun is rising and he still has not come home. The sun is peaking and he has not come home. Lup is shooting massive amounts of anxiety-fueled fire into the sky and he still is not home.

Taako is gone. He has turned himself into the Prime Material Plane like a dumbass. In this au, they don’t have his notes and they don’t have anyone on the inside helping them. unless

Angus McDonald, 110 year old boy detective, is on the case. He is deeply frightened by quasi-sane definitely-dangerous Actual Plane Taako, but also Taako is his friend and he wants to help. He convinces Taako to come with him bc he wants to show him something. Zagged on ‘em, it’s actually an ambushtervention. Taako is forced to talk to his damned family, fucker, for once in your life. A non-bullshit solution is found but no spoilers for the actual fic. The whole Wonderland mess is averted and everyone is much less traumatized. Still kinda sucks tho, you haven’t unlocked Happy Ending.

There is actually one thing that could be changed that would make the whole thing happy, though. Keep trying!

also because I can't get this out of my head~ just imagine how ma//rk would react if ja//ck ever got hurt or scared by someone. He would be soooooo protective and give his baby boy so many hugs and promise him that everything is alright, while also secretly wanting to murder whoever hurt his baby in the first place!!

OH GOSH THATS CUTEEE AND THIS IS AN UNEDITED MESS BC I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED THE FIRST HALF OF THIS IM SORRRRYYY LITTLE JACK ANONmark and jack heading to the park one day. jack excitedly babbling about all the cool things they can do, like catch and hide and seek and the playground!! mark smiles as he dresses his baby boy up in a plain blue hoodie, black jeans, red sneakers, and a plain grey shirt. nothing too out of the ordinary -- you couldn't tell if he was little or diapered unless you directly asked him. that's how mark would like to keep it -- he know how...awkward it would be if anyone found out. jack packs his backpack with snacks and his plushie sammy -- while mark packs in jack's diaper changing supplies. the two giggling in the car before the park, singing along to a disney soundtrack. the two park and hold hands as mark picks a shady picnic table to sit under. smiling as he sets his baby boy's backpack down, "now jackie. you know the rules?""um...um..."he smiles, "no running around the sidewalks. no jumping off the benches. and no playing on the playground unless everyone's gone.""otay!! i 'member!!" jack smiles and runs down the grass to the swing set. giggling, mark checking his phone. the playground was empty -- kids playing at the basketball courts on the other side of the park. a mother on the phone as she pushes her stroller. a man playing fetch with his dog. a couple jogging. none of them paying any mind to jack as he takes his seat on the swing set. the bright red color of the swing contrasting with his blue and black outfit. jack pushes himself quickly on the swing. already excited as he goes higher and higher. giggling as he feels the wind blow his green bangs out of his face. absentmindedly pushing his thumb into his mouth and sucking as he waves over in mark's direction. enjoying the soft safe headspace he's in. playful and carefree -- paying no mind to the adults nearby. and thankfully, none of them paying mind to him.or so he thought. a man smoking a cigarette facing jack from behind. holding the chain of his swing -- stopping him. "why the fuck is a grown ass man like you on the playground for kiddies?" jack stops, thumb still in his mouth. blood running cold as he whimpers, trying to swing again. "answer me. you some sicko who hangs around kiddie places? kidnapper?"jack shakes his head. fearful and tearing up, he pulls his thumb out his mouth and starts to walk towards mark. he needed his daddy. he needed protection. he just needed mark more than ever. the man grabs jack without any warning -- tugging him by his blue hoodie. jack yelping out as he tries to escape. the man snickering, "what? are you a pervert hanging around fucking places like these? probably planning on taking a little gal or boy, perverted freak." "p-please," jack cries. the man turning jack around. the couple from before slowing down as they watch, confused and on alert. so imagine their surprise when the man takes a swing at jack, jack falling down onto the sand of the playground. terrified and alone, screaming out for mark, for help, even for sammy. "you're a fucking freak--" the man yells, "a p//ed//o looking for a kid! why else would you be here?" he laughs as he kicks jack's legs, who was scrambling away. the couple intervene before mark comes rushing in. blood boiling as he helps jack up. the man shouting curses and insults towards jack. "the fuck is you? his helper? you probably drive the getaway car after kidnapping a kid--" the man falls over as mark kicks him hard in the groin. the couple helping jack stand up as mark takes him from them. "wait! don't you want to call the cops?!" the girlfriend shouts at mark, "he's really hurt!""i'm driving him to the hospital! i'm so sorry!" is all mark can get out before carrying jack back to the car. hastily picking up their bag and setting his baby boy in the front seat, comforting him as best he can. driving them away from the park as he curses the man. seeing him still down on the ground as the couple presumably calls the police. he hugs jack across the console and holds back his own tears, "its gonna be alright, jackie. daddy's gonna make it all go away. daddy's not gonna let anyone touch you ever again. you're gonna be alright."///"d-daddy..." jack sobs, shaking as he clings to mark hours later in their bedroom. still shaken up and terrified, "m-mean man hurted m-m-me...""i know jackie, i know. he had no right to say or do those things to you. im so sorry i wasnt there to help you." mark hugs him back. his anger replaced with guilt. why would he leave him alone? why would he leave him at his most vulnerable? and why would some asshole ruin it for them?"c-cheek hurty, daddy, why it purple?"mark sighs, "its going to hurt for a while, jackie. the doctor patched it up as best he could. its a matter of healing, okay? daddy can give you the medicine to help it stop aching."jack nods, nuzzling into mark's neck. stomach twisting as he remembers the harsh lights of the emergency room. the nurses and doctors poking at him, and of course mark crying as he yelled about how badly it hurt. how he wanted to just go home. and now, here they were. back in each others arms."daddy?""yeah, baby boy?""...i love you, im sowwy for today.""oh, baby boy. you don't have to be sorry for everything. the world's a big and scary place. but you know what, its also full of nice people and happiness -- like you and me and your friends," mark giggles as chica jumps up on their bed, "and even chica."jack giggles as he pets her, "i sawed you cry and didnt wike it...im gon' get better for you, pwomise, daddy."mark kisses jack's untouched cheek and smiles, "maybe when you're all better we can go to a different park. and daddy will be right there to push you as high as you can go on the swings."jack perks up, "weally?! even to tha moon?!"with a soft giggle, mark nods, "even to the moon and stars.

Hey, could you do what you think the RFA+V+Saeran's reaction would be to finding out that MC is actually, like, 12. No romance, of course. Just SFW stuff :)

I really like platonic asks and they’re a lot easier to write so this was a good kick start to doing headcanons for the night! Thank you for the cute request     -Green💚

Yoosung:

-he is kinda excited tbh 

-yoosung finds himself getting along with people your age more easily because he’s kinda young himself 

-and you don’t tease him like everyone else does!!! fuckin SCORE!!

-he will show you all of his games!! you play games all night

-yoosung you are ruining this child stop 

-he’s the really cool and friendly older friend that you brag to everyone about 

-Yoosung finally feels cool for once oh my god he luvs u 

Saeyoung:

-ok so Saeyoung is basically a really cool but HORRIBLE DAD 

-he literally went up to you when he came in the apartment to protect you and just went “I’m your dad now go tf to bed” 

-UNCOOL 

-no but he fucking makes dad jokes ALL DAY and it’s so horrible when he’s IGNORING YOU 

- “Saeyoung what are you doing? I’m bored!!”

- “Hey “I’m bored”, I’m fuckin BUSY” 

-he’s so sassy to you oh my god tone it down they are literally 12 

-Saeyoung can’t help but feel responsible for you though. He cooks for you even if he’s trying to get you to not like him (WHEN HE’S CALLING HIMSELF YOUR DAD. YOU CANT IGNORE SOMEONE AND BE LIKE ‘BUT IM UR DAD THO’), and he’ll make you cool new toys 

-by toys I mean WEAPONS because you need to protect yourself you are a child 

-once everything is in the clear tho and you, a 12 year old literally go through the religious cult shit and help him save his brother, you really are like his kid. If you don’t have parents to return to, he will gladly take you in and raise you in a quirky Saeyoung way. rewards for learning is chips like omg

-you are tempted to say you have no parents 

Jumin:

-you thought saeyoung was bad? HAH 

-the worst father 

-HE IS SO STRICT WHEN YOU COME TO HIS HOUSE (house????) 

-i don’t know why he doesn’t just send you home, but he makes you stay and schedules tutors to come so you don’t get to skip school now its just 1000x harder 

-THANKS JUMIN

-no but he is so worried about you. and very nervous like he’s sweating because he doesn’t want to fuck this up and have you hate him 

-cause this guy is a sucker for kids guys. so while he’s basically putting you in your own god damn private school he’s spoiling you like crazy 

-you have this billionaire wrapped around your finger and he doesn’t even deny it 

Jaehee:

-… c h i l d…. 

-is very very tempted to speed to the apartment and send you home right away when she learns your age 

-but saeyoung is like “it’s chill” but it is NOT C H I L L SAEYOUNG

-the whole time Jaehee kinda just is salty towards saeyoung because WHY WOULD YOU KEEP A CHILD ALL ALONE IN AN APARTMENT…

-what about s ch oool

-so she offers to tutor you through the messenger while you miss fucking 2 weeks of school 

-she is now your mother. did you not understand how something worked?? boom now you know it all and the history of it 

-the two of you get along really well tho. she’s always inviting you to her coffee shop for private tutoring lessons and just hang out sessions

-your official babysitter if your parents are out of town 

Zen:

-slams himself into a wall when he hears you are 12 year old because he was hitting on you so hard 

-takes this as a learning experience and now when people come up to him he makes a habit of asking for age (why didn’t you have the habit before-hand??)

-is now the Cool Older Brother who will kick all of your bullies asses 

-but you can never tell him if you have a boyfriend because he will literally sit him down and give your bf the Talk 

-you would rather tell your god damn dad then tell Zen 

-so he’s pretty protective. but other than protective he’s super chill with you and likes to sass you like there is no tomorrow 

-when he has the dream about Unknown breaking in, Zen doesn’t even hesitate omg. He is so much more impatient and is ready to kick Saeyoung’s ass if he doesn’t give him the address right N O  W

-he will constantly be giving you beauty tips and giving you makeovers while talking about his new shows and how men are wolves so only hang out with chicks okay 

V:

-what is this sassy, lost child doing here 

-he doesn’t want you there at all bc he knows what’s going on and he is so afraid for your safety,, 

-but you’re sassy and persistent on helping out the RFA so instead of you staying at the apartment all alone, he comes and lives with you for the time being 

-he is constantly out of the house bc of his “travels” but it makes him feel much better knowing where you are and staying communicated with you through just texting and not the messenger 

-though he makes his “Travels” a lot shorter so he can come back to the apartment and make sure you’re fed and put in bed. 

-V keeps to himself though and tries not to make anything personal or get too attached to you 

-it doesn’t work where can he sign the adoption forms

Saeran:

-he didn’t?????? know??? that he sent a 12 year old to an apartment?????

-even when he broke in he didn’t fucking know ajdnakjdg

-it wasn’t until you came to infiltrate Mint Eye that he knew and that kind of made him stop for a minute 

-staring at you in the cell, scared and clinging to Saeyoung.. fuck, that pissed him off. 

-he wanted to rip you away from Saeyoung. You weren’t safe with him! He would ruin you… ruin your future… just like he did with him. 

-Saeran basically looks at you and sees himself. 

-so privately he meets with you outside the cell and he offers you to leave Mint Eye and pretend like nothing happened. He doesn’t… want to ruin you. You’re too young. Too pure for paradise. 

-when you refuse, it irks him, but he was expecting it. He almost likes how much fire you have in you even when you’re quivering in your shoes.

-so he lays off of you. pretends to not see you. Saeran really doesn’t want you a part of this, but since you won’t leave… he’ll pretend like you aren’t even there, and it’s just him and Saeyoung. 

-it’s much easier not to feel guilty that way. 

it's 1:30am. I'm tired I guess but not tired enough to really sleep. I meant to go eat something a couple hours ago but I haven't felt like it since my dad crumpled up my dinner and threw it off the porch because he was mad at me. I'm really lonely I guess but I also hate everyone right now so I don't know what that means or what to do. I was trying to get over a dislike of someone but then today i got back a peer review by them and all of the comments were the things I hate about myself. I don't feel like living anymore and I don't think there's anything anyone can do about it. I miss Sam. I hope he's doing okay in the hospital or w/e. I wish I could be with him. It'd probably be good for me. Today I was talking to Emily and everyone else in class heard me but her bc she never listens to me and she was probably texting Rachel. I don't know why I'm not good enough for these people?? They're not good enough for me so why the hell am I not good enough for them? I'm so tired and sad. I doubt my depression is a chemical imbalance anymore. I think my life just sucks ass. Which makes me feel ungrateful bc I'm not dying of typhoid fever or malaria or w/e. The comments he put weren't even like bad things you just don't understand what I was thinking you don't fucking know what it's like to be me. I have so many thoughts all the time and you may not have had an original thought in your life. He still gets into better colleges than me. People like him. He's not fucking depressed or dysphoric or a coward. He didn't drop out of ap physics. I should have taken a shower. I don't even know what I did today. I have no clue. I really should go to the hospital but I'm so scared of missing school and not graduating because I know I'm not going to kill myself because I'm scared which will make things worse. I have flashbacks to unsettling surreal dreams all the time now. It knocks me off my feet for a moment but I'm good at not letting it show so no one knows. I don't want to dream anymore. Some of them are cool but mostly they're bad. I downloaded a dream journal app but I've only made one entry because my dreams are so weird and multiplanar that I can't write them or even really describe them. I should have therapy twice a week at least but I feel bad because they're paying so much money. The only way for me to get real honest to God attention for my illness is to make an attempt on my life. I'd love to personally but I hate pain. I have enough of it as it is. I'm so guilty what the fuck. I don't have anything to be guilty about but I am anyway so I'm angry All the Time. No one cares enough to tell me it's not my fault and even if they did would I believe them? I don't even know what It is at this point but it's my fault. That doesn't even make sense why do I feel like this???! because I'm not going to kill myself I feel like I shouldn't be hospitalized and I'm guilty about faking being as bad as Sam or something like that. All my dad ever does is tell me I'm hurting him even though he's hurt me for years. Whenever he asks me what he's done wrong I forget everything like when someone asks you your favorite book and you suddenly forget everything you've ever read. That makes me feel guilty because I can't find anything bad that he's done and so I internalize his words and I have a little voice now that's his voice that screams Your Fault! every second of the day. I want it to stop. I want them to stop yelling at me. When I say this it sounds like I'm some kid who thinks being psychotic is cool and is like "yeah I hear voices" and that makes me feel guilty. idk tho bc I don't like think they're hidden spirits or anything i know they're coming from somewhere inside me but I didn't choose them so? I just want to fucking know what it feels like to be supported. No one person knows both the depth of my mental illness and the lengths of my identity. I allot different tidbits to different friends so that I never have anyone know me fully. I feel so guilty about being trans. Like I'm crazy or losing my mind or that it's just another mental illness I have. But I know it would be worse if I told people because they would think it's a mental illness. My mom would say "gender confused" and I would cry because that's how I felt my whole life until I realized I was this way. My dad would never look at me the same again and pray for me to go back and still tell me he loves me more than all the stars in the sky. And that would really fuck me up because for years all I've been shown is hate in the name of love and it's fundamentally broken me as a functioning human being. I can't stand physical contact because I'm so nervous. I'm so scared I'm going to mess it up and they're going to hate me. The other day my dad moved really quickly and I went into shock because I thought he was going to hit me. He continued like nothing happened but I thought I was going to cry. I was just in the car on the way to church. I rip whole tufts of my hair out now. We're almost at the two year anniversary of me asking to get my hair cut. It took a lot of courage to ask which shows that i really wanted it. I was shut down so quickly and with such contempt I've been scared to share anything about myself ever since. If he wouldn't let me style the dead protein strands on my head the way I want, no way was he going to be accepting of anything in my life besides what he wanted. I hate myself so fully now it's incredible. I used to be the most confident kid in class and now I just radiate self loathing underneath my suave exterior. And by suave like, doesn't have it together but is cool with that. I don't know. I guess I just wish people could see all this about me, but also I don't because I'm already so vulnerable this would make me ashamed and easily exploitable. Shame and guilt are things I should not be feeling and I know it. I'm so angry that the people in my life have driven me to this kind of state. But nevertheless I can't get past it. I'm just a scared kid. In fact, while many are fantasizing about getting old or married or what have you I'm fantasizing about getting to relive my childhood as my "new" or "preferred" or whatever the fuck You want to call it gender. I dream of being adopted by two nice men who love each other and teach me how to love. They are always supportive of me no matter what and comfort me when I need it. What's really fucked up is sometimes this is the only thing that gets me through the day. It's exactly like mr robot. Elliot creates a mental image of his dead father to comfort him because his body cannot handle the loneliness. It's 2am now. I guess I've vented a lot. I can't seem to make myself do anything. I'm in a rut. And I felt good on Sunday. That makes me feel like a fake too. Like I'm just being dramatic about school but I'm fine all other times. Which still isn't true but these things haunt me. No matter how many times I hear "you're valid uwu" I'm still going to hate myself and I'm still going to question. Crazy thing is I'll probably still go to school tomorrow. I'll sit in band class and stare blankly at the other wall dreaming about what my haircut might look like, or things that I'll wear when I look more like a boy. I'll smile at people around me and make sassy comments. I'll pay attention to all the crazy things nick says and think about playing trombone. Alyssa will laugh at something I say. I'll try to make eye contact with Emily when something happens even though I'm mad at her and she hates me. She won't notice and I'll feel stupid and unloved. Mr flood might give me a compliment if I do something well and it'll be the highlight of my day. He'll make a funny joke or say something odd and Alyssa will laugh again and I'll smile fondly. My heart is filled with such love it's absolutely horrible that anything like this has been allowed to happen. On the underneath of the rotting cool girl is a little boy who just wants to be held. Sometimes I call mr flood dad when he's out of earshot. I do that for mr Higdon occasionally too. They smile at me so bright and tell me I'm wonderful and delightful and compliment me on silly things that somehow make my day better even though I don't really care about them. I have dreams where I'm maybe three feet tall with fluffy blonde hair and I'm sort of hunched over trying to be small and unnoticeable and I'm crying and the tears are running down my face but I'm only sniffling, because I taught myself not to cry loudly a long time ago. I rub my eyes with my little child's hands and look up hesitantly to where I see a man standing, bending over slightly to talk to me. he looks sad but understanding and opens up his arms. I'm not sure if I'll go but then I think about being held above the ground away from my problems and I just run straight for them. As I land, I am lifted it up into a string, warm embrace. I feel safe for the first time I can remember. My arm is around his neck and one clings to his back. I bury my face between his shoulder and neck into the soft fabric there. And then I cry. I cry for a long time as the man plants gentle kisses in my hair and whispers soft unintelligible things. He rubs my back carefully and I feel myself relax. There is no tension in my childlike body. Bliss. My wildest dream is to have a loving father like that. Which makes me slightly sick. I understand Harry Potter visiting the mirror of erised so often now. Those desires are truly powerful, and those who already have strong relationships may avoid its allure easier. It's almost 2:30 I think my dad came home but that doesn't sound right. I never know when he's leaving. I'm scared just sitting here. I'm afraid he'll come in I'm afraid of the rodents in the ceiling falling on me and I'm afraid of the endlessness represented by the passing train. This whole existence feels like a cycle I can't break. Every day is blurred together. Every moment. I don't even know now if I've already written this. I do know I hate the noises of the nighttime. It is a time when we are more keenly aware of our aloneness and of all the tiny noises that lurk behind every day bustle. Humans have long been fascinated by the night. It stands as a place of unknowing, where danger can lurk easily. It used to be my greatest fear. Not the night it's self I told my mother, but the robbers in the dark. I'm so much more paranoid now, and I'm told it may be a side effect of the depression manifesting in a sort of pseudo-psychosis. Good to know not even my psychosis is real. Which makes me feel like I'm faking it. Seriously I'm about to go out of mind these squirrels sound like they're going to pounce on me at any second and while I'd like to die; not like that.