#and boy do they need some of those. one can assume the only place theyd be getting clothes is isa though. so. ponder it

[lucabyte]

Comfortable in New Skin

[jarofstyles]

ex-lover harry kissing y/n in the middle of a uncomfortable conversation. they’re at a friend’s house (kitchen maybe??). “just making sure you’re still mine. you are, aren’t you? i bet you’re so wet for me right now” 🥵🥵🥵

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The air was tense.

Y/N and Harry had broken up a year ago, and the terms…. We’re not great. Harry had been busier at work and he hadn’t made proper time to spend with her. It was his fault, and he knew that. But she also hadn’t told him, she hadn’t communicated she felt neglected and he had assumed she was fine. Starting his own tattoo shop, he had been working later nights and spending time as he figured out how to run a business.

Y/N was so supportive, she loved that he was getting his dream to come true. But… she also was aware there were things he was doing that weren’t necessary. His attitude got bad the more he stressed and it all exploded one night at the shop. Forgetting their dinner reservation, he had been buried in his designs when she stomped in with tears down her cheeks and a gorgeous blue dress hugging her body. Dropping her key to his place, she attempted to break it off there.

It had been a large fight, both had said some things they didn’t really mean but wanted to hurt the other so they could get a taste of the others pain. It ended with a smashed wall from Harry’s fist and Y/N storming out with a broken heart.

The problem was, their friends still ran in the same circle. Everyone had been shocked at their. Breakup because… Harry and Y/N were perfect for each other. They had been perfect together and no one saw it coming. Still, their friends didn’t choose sides though they made sure each knew that.

Theyd managed to avoid each other mostly. All until now. The kitchen at Tyler’s house, a passing comment making both of them bristle and hushed argument commence.

“Would you fucking grow up, Harry?” Y/N hissed. He got under her skin so fucking badly. “Seriously. I don’t understand why you need to make these little quips. Especially about my friend.” She had come with a coworker who was taken shelter outside the kitchen, not wanting to deal with the aftermath of it all.

Harry was jealous.

Still, to this day. He didn’t like the idea of Y/N with anyone else. It burned his blood, knowing someone else could possibly be touching her or thinking they knew her when they didn’t. No know knew his Y/N like he did.

“Why? Why I’m making these little quips?” He laughed humorlessly, stepping closer to her. The jealousy was boiling over, his hand grabbing her chin as he backed her up into the counter. “Y’don’t know? That’s rich. Coming in here… flaunting around a boy toy. Even after seeing me? As if I’m supposed to just… accept that?” He sneered, shaking his head.

“We aren’t together! I’m not flaunting anything. I came with a coworker. Who’s a hell of a lot nicer to me than you are.” She hissed, pushing at his chest but to no avail. Harry wasn’t going to let up, her works making him snarl.

“Oh? He’s nicer, is he?” He rolled his eyes. “He gives you what you want? Everything?” His tone was smug, making her eyes light up in anger. Before she could retort he was continuing. “He gives you the sweet words in your ear, hm? Does he bore you? Because we both know you like the dirty things. You like to be used and fucked like a pretty little slut. And you like big cock. I don’t think his can stretch you quite like mine can.” He was being cocky, arrogant, and god if it didn’t make her cunt weep.

“Shut. Up.” Her hiss was angry, wanting to claw at him but… she couldn’t. Not when he was right.

“No. M’not. Because Ive let this go on too long, and you’ve seemed to forgotten just who you belong to.” His fingers tangled in the hair behind her head and firmly tugged it back for her to look up at him. “You’re mine. You’ve always been mine. It doesn’t matter who you’ve talked to. Who you’ve been with. You belong to me, only.” His hoarse voice was only for her to hear.

“I bet if I dipped my fingers into those panties, slid my hand up this slutty whore skirt, I’ll find my pussy dripping through the fabric. Because you like when I handle you this way, and your body hasn’t forgotten who it belongs to.” He kept his eyes on hers, doing exactly as he threatened. Fingers tugging up the skirt without a care of anyone walking on.

As soon as his fingers his the fabric, her eyes clenched shut and an overly smug, cocky look came on his face. “Soaked. Fucking drenched.” He pressed the digits against the girl’s cunt, sighing happily. “Just as i knew it would be. Regardless of who you try and distract yourself with… just know that we both are aware of what a joke it is. You’re mine, and you always will be.”

[sokkas-honour]

3 with sokka for your spotify wrapped playlist writing thingy? Also hii hehe i just found your blog 5 seconds ago NICE TO MEET YOUUU

it’s lovely to meet you too! (i prepared these a while ago but tysm for being so supportive of my blog!!)

affluenza - sokka x reader

pairing: sokka x fem!reader (it’s more platonic than anything)

wc: 2.7k

notes/warnings: again, i’m only really using the theme of this song instead of the lyrics. for warning, misogyny?? a bit of neglect

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growing up a princess was already hard to begin with, but being the younger sister to the nation’s favourite royal was even worse. constantly being in her shadow, being ignored by parents and just being blindly spoiled. you were lucky, you could get whatever you wanted except for your parent’s own attention and affection.

ever since you turned the age of ten, you were quick to notice that you weren’t your parent’s favorite so you would try and do whatever you could to be the star in their eyes. you trained everyday in order to improve your water bending, your warrior skills, just anything that could make you stand out and get your parents to notice you more. but alas, you weren’t the crown princess, the most beautiful girl in the northern water tribe.

it came to a point where, around your fifteenth birthday, you were starting to loose motivation for things in general. all of your work had payed off, you had mastered every healing form and had even gotten secret lessons from local boys trying to use you to get to yue, you had everything you could want except for the one thing you desperately needed. so you started isolating yourself a bit more, the rest of the nation forgetting about you even more.

your isolation changed when you heard of the avatar having arrived in your tribe and suddenly, you desperately wanted to get to know them. if you befriended the avatar and even joined him on his voyage, you might just finally get your parent’s stamp of approval. it was the first thing in months to give you any sort of motivation.

during the dinner that your dad threw for the guests and to honour your sister’s birthday, you had managed to find a spot next to the southern watertribe girl and you two hit it off immediately. bonding over shared experiences as younger siblings.

“yeah it does hurt a bit to have practically mastered all your water bending forms and not get a congratulations from your parents.” was your comment as the two of you spoke about sometimes feeing as thought you’re living in your older sibling’s shadow. what you said seemed to have done something to the girl who’s name you learned was katara.

“you’re a waterbender?” she asked bewildered. her eyes looking at you with excitement and wonder.

“yeah, one of the best in the tribe if i do say so myself.” you joked lightly, a bit confused at her tone.

“i’m a waterbender too! do you think you could teach me a few things?” she excitedly asked, a huge grin on her face. you nodded and finished swallowing your pickled fish that had been prepared by the best chefs in town.

“i mean sure but i’m not sure what i could teach you. i’m basically a master but i wouldn’t say that i’m too far ahead from other people my age.” you responded, explaining to the girl from your sister tribe that you may not be able to teach her much.

“oh, where i come from, i’m the last waterbender. so i’ve never had any actual training.” her gaze averted from yours and you instantly regretted what you said, feeling horrible at your assumption. you were used to being surrounded by waterbenders and had no idea what she must’ve been going through.

“i’m so sorry, i shouldn’t have said that. if you need anyone to show you some water bending forms, i’m more than happy to. but i’m sure you’ll get more from master yagoda.” you searched for her hand and gave it a little squeeze, she turned her head to smile at you which you returned a comforting one back.

“why not master paku?” she inquired, slightly confused at not hearing the name of the respected master she had heard about at one point during the dinner.

“master paku teaches warrior waterbending skills, girls aren’t allowed to learn those techniques, only healing.” you explained, gaze faltering slightly. you hated your tribe’s costume which is why you always tried to rebel in your own way, but she didn’t need to know that yet.

“why? that’s stupid!” she exclaimed, removing her hand from yours to hit her closed fists on the table in annoyance, thankfully not drawing any attention.

“i know! but it’s tradition and the old farts who control this town hate breaking tradition, even my father won’t break it for me!” you explained, giving a small glance to your father who spoke to one of his councilmen.

“maybe he’ll change his mind if i’m with the avatar! we might even convince him to train you!” she suggested, optimism laced in her words but you simply shrugged your shoulders.

“you can try but i wouldn’t get your hopes up. if you do though, make sure to come get me.” you blankly responded, not wanting to give her any false sense of joy.

the rest of the dinner went by nicely, her telling stories about her adventure with the avatar and her brother, who’s name you learned to be sokka. he even inserted himself in the conversation once or twice, making you laugh at his comments. the night had to end eventually, and for yue and yourself, it meant you two have to leave before the party ended.

“y/n, i think i may have a problem.” yue nervously started when you were both alone. “that southern water tribe boy, he.”

“he’s hilarious?” you finished her sentence, a knowing smile on your lips.

“yeah, and i’m scared i might be catching feelings for him. he even suggested to do something together.” she explained, hand grabbing yours nervously, looking to you for advice on what she should do. no matter how much your parents favoured yue on every way, there was so way you could ever hate her or hold your parents’ doings against her.

“oh come on yue, talking to him won’t hurt you. if anything, not talking to him will hurt him.” you joked, placing your hand on top of hers to give more weight to your words.

“i suppose so.” she smiled, most likely thinking about him and the way he made her feel. your smirk never left your face as you watched the way he made her feel.

the next day, you ran into katara and aang as they went to visit master paku to try and convince him to train the both of them. you were going on a simple walk, hoping to run into them.

“y/n, want to come with us to master paku?” katara immediately asked once you were in proximity to the tow of them.

“not sure you’ll be able to convince them but i’d love to either way.” you smiled, waving hello to the avatar.

“well we’re going to try.” aang backed up katara’s optimism which was slightly sad to see as you knew the ending, you had experienced it yourself.

and like you predicted, their attempt to get the old master to go against outdated traditions proved useless. it ended in katara yelling at his misogynistic attitude and giving up to go sit in on a healing session. you decided to join her, knowing it was useless to you but it was nice to a get a refresher nonetheless.

once it ended, you were left to deal with an annoyed katara as aang was still training. you admired her for standing up to him, wishing you had the confidence that she had but you had given up fighting traditions a long time ago when you realised it was useless.

“listen, i’m sorry katara. if you want though, i can show you around town.” you tried to cheer her up but she seemed to agree with no enthusiasm.

during your tour, you made sure to give as many details as you could to the girl from your sister tribe but it didn’t do much to make her smile. her attitude did change though when the both of you ran into her older brother, a lovestruck emotion on his face which immediately led you to conclude he had seen your sister, and you were right.

“we’re meeting tonight at the same bridge we saw each other! yue and i!” was the first he said when he approached the two of you, more directed to his sister.

“really sokka? that’s great!” katara’s mood seemed to change to happiness for her brother. she then turned to you, surprisingly. “you know, maybe yue said something to y/n. did she?”

“why would yue tell her something?” sokka stopped you from answering, taking you slightly aback. his rather none accusing question hurt you more than you’d care to admit.

“i beg your pardon?” you were slightly offended at his question, more hurt but that wasn’t the tone that you wanted to show, knowing that showing hurt was more of a weakness than anything. at least in your household, your parents only seemed to notice your negative attitude when it came out. a comment made by a schoolmate hurt you and when you came home crying, you were simply neglected as yue had come home earlier and your parents were engrossed in her story. you had tried to come to them but were simply ignored. since then, you’ve only ever shown emotions theyd deem negative to your sister.

“sokka, you met her last night. she’s the second princess of the northern water tribe!” katara harshly whispered as you calmed yourself down, making a mental note to thank your new friend.

“yue has a sister? what did she say about me?” his confusion turned to excitement as he practically rushed into your face, too close for your liking.

“yes, and what do you think you’ll get out of me?” you smirked slightly, putting your hand on his chest to push him out of your face.

“i don’t know, what does a princess need?” he questioned. letting your hand linger before you dropped it.

“warrior training.” katara observed as you narrowed your eyes, the smirk still on your lips as you surprised the rather bold boy.

“why would you need warrior training?”

“because, i want to. my father refuses to let me train but i’ve found ways. yue told me you’re supposedly the best warrior in your village and i want some.” you defied his expectations, he assumed you’d probably be drastically different from your sister in a bad way but he was wrong.

“deal, you tell me what yue thinks of me and i’ll teach you a couple of things i know.” he was quick to agree, willing to do anything to know what the crown princess thought of him. you took your hand out to shake on it and he did, both of you looking each other in the eyes in defiance, hands lingering in each other’s grip.

katara giggled at the interaction which brought the two of you out of your stare and let go of each other’s hands.

“i’ll see you tomorrow, hopefully yue will tell me more after your little rendezvous today.” you told him before turning your attention back to katara, seeing as though she was with her brother now, she’d be fine on her own. “i’ll see you tomorrow around the healing hut early tomorrow?”

she nodded before you waved the two of them goodbye and walked back towards the palace, looking forward to your first session with sokka.

the next day was pretty eventful, finding out that katara and aang had gone against paku’s rules, meaning that he refused to continue raining the avatar. you found out right before leaving for the session with yagoda and decided to stick around when katara defied him. and by the end of that whole fiasco, she was able to convince him to let her train with him.

after that happened, you immediately went to your father to beg him to let you join paku’s clas but you were met with a wall.

“absolutely not, the times may be changing but i’d rather none of my daughters do anything too dangerous. you still need to finish mastering healing.” was his response, leaving you in complete disbelief. you had mastered every healing form a couple of months ago and he didn’t know.

yue tried to comfort you but you ignored him, deciding to walk around town to calm down. you knew that if yue was the waterbender, she’d be able to do whatever she wanted. even if she was their fragile little girl.

the day went by rather fast, and before you knew it, you were following katara in secret to watch the first ever girl receive training from a master in the northern water tribe. you made sure to not make your presence too noticeable, even if the majority of people didn’t notice you most of the time. you watched in complete awe of her raw skill, wishing that you were right there next to her, having something to make you stand out from your family.

when the afternoon came, you made your way to where the three of them was staying in order to complete your deal with sokka.

“hey y/n, did you find out anything about yue?” was his greeting which earns a little eye roll from you.

“didn’t she tell you that she was engaged?” you said rather harshly, regretting as you saw him look down sadly. “listen sokka, she can’t love you but she does. she’s tied to our ridiculous customs, i’m sorry.”

“it’s okay.” he took a deep breath in and let it go before meeting your eyes that were soft, matching them with a small smile. “ready to get started?”

“more than ready. my stupid father didn’t want me joining katara today so i need to let out some sort of aggression.” your tone clearly annoyed at your father which confused sokka, yue didn’t seem to have any problems with her parents.

“i don’t know if this is my place to ask, but why do you seem to hate your father so much?” he asked, curious to know.

“this is nothing against my sister, i love her to bits. it’s my parents i have problems with, they just cast me aside. all of their attention has always been on yue, hell everyone in this stupid tribe only cares about yue! i’m supposed to just be unnoticeable according to my parents yet they shame me for not being as special as yue! i mastered every single healing form and i even managed to learn a couple of fighting stances, yet it’s still not enough.” you let yourself go, deciding to dump all of your problems on the poor boy who had to hear your practically yell at the end. “sorry, you probably didn’t want to know all of that.” you joked nervously.

“no, no its okay. i just figured that being yue’s sister would be like the best thing. i mean being royalty makes your life basically perfect and i mean, she’s one of the sweetest girls i’ve ever met!” sokka ranted, not exactly being what you wanted to hear.

“yeah, i have everything i could ever want but my parent’s attention.” you laughed in disbelief at how ridiculous your situation was.

“you know what?” a silence had settle after your uncomfortable laugh but he was the first to speak, excitement in his voice as he voiced the idea in his head. “what if you joined us to defeat the firelord and travel with the avatar? that’s sure to get your parents to notice!”

“you barely know me and i haven’t actually spoken with the avatar, what makes you think that i’d fit your little team?” you were skeptic at his proposition, loving the idea but not being sure he was thinking it through.

“from what katara’s told me, you’d be perfect for us! katara could teach you what she learns with paku on the road, i could teach you what i know and you could be our own healer!” he excitedly thought about the idea of having someone else on his team, even if you weren’t the sibling he fell for, he still took a liking to you after your first conversation.

“well then, come fetch me before you leave. my parents won’t notice me gone so there won’t be any problems.” you concluded, you yourself getting excited at the idea of finally doing something that might make you stand out to your parents.

“great! now let’s get started.” he opened the door, a huge smile on his face.

“if you were at all interested, she thought you were a pretty good kisser.” you added before he could start teaching you any of his skills.

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[isp-annafer]

so, does seth manage to save ashe's brother from being executed? how does he feel about the church trying to pin the blame for duscur onto the lonatos, especially on such a superficial level?

Oh boy this got long cuz i got rambling thoughts

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okay so from what I can remember, the church pinned the blame for duscur on friends and christoff? Christoph? I forgot how his name was spelled, anyway because the Kingdom wasnt doing a very good job at calming everyone down after the assassination of their king and queen consort. A mess all around. Nobles vying for more power in the resulting vacuum. People thirsting for revenge since it seemed like King Lambert was loved. Rampant chaos of a leaderless nation trying to fix itself up.

Anyway, C and his friends were actually caught because they tried to assassinate rhea. Now, why they would do that, i have no idea. I read somewhere that maybe they blamed Rhea for the while Duscur mess, which is an interesting thought. Like maybe C joined the beginning of what would be the anti-rhea western church faction. When they were caught, Rhea probably looked at the mess that was Faerghus and went, "hmmm, maybe we can fix this."

Telling people that someone tried to assassinate rhea so soon after the regicide of the Faerghus king would probably, uhhh, make a lot of people panic. Rampant paranoia abound. Holy shit I just realized itd be soon after the whole rebellion of the seven in the empire too.

Man, Fodlan is a mess

Anyway, the church pins the blame of Duscur's tragedy on C and friends, and it maybe calms down faerghus enough to get on its feet quicker.

Here, tho, Seth just went and got himself crowned. With an actual crowned blaiddyd in place, one that has both the Right and the Blood to rule, things probably calm down faster. He's an actual king, with no one except his underage cousin to contest his claim. If they oppose it, theyd have to answer to those loyal to him and the church since he claimed the crown on basis of his crest, which, ya know, is very important to the church.

Its been a while since i delved into the fe3h lore so uh. If its a little confusing, thats probably fair.

Let's assume C and friends did try and assassinate rhea here as well. Theres no need to pin the blame on C and Friends in this timeline because Seth went and calmed things down with his quick, clean crowning that was supported by Lambert's old supporters (on a promise to name Dimitri heir, probably), and the church itself (crest-bias, baby!), but they still did the whole assassination thing. Who punishes them? The church, where they committed the crime, or the kingdom, where they come from?

The kingdom can't afford to offend the church. Seth's rule is only mostly non-contested because of it. But seth, with all his modern sensibilities, probably goes :/ at the whole execution thing, tho he'll agree to it if forced to.

Maybe the church still executes them with roughly the same reasons, and seth is left to grit his teeth, but at least his people's bloodlust is sated for now. Or the Kingdom itself has to execute them to appease the church, and seth still has to grit his teeth and let it happen. Politics sucks. Seth hates his life. And now Lord Lonato's fury is directed to the Kingdom oh boy

(here is another theory, and mostly my hc, tho I think I can find some basis of it in the Abyss library?? I need to reread the lore, damn, the Slitherers encouraged the western church getting more anti-rhea.

Because having an 'oh, actually, a secret secret enemy who's actually behind everything bad ever is more interesting than the complicated web of goals and opposing world views of characters, made even more complicated by their society's culture and their own personal relationships'

(hahaha. Hmmm. Lets do both. The slitherers encouraged the whole miscommunication and paranoia and mistrust between characters and nations since it seems like thats what theyre doing in game anyway. Dont quote me on that. Its been a long time since i last played)

If they did, that makes things more interesting. Lets say here, seth has to execute christoph and others. But at some point, they make a vague mention of the Slitherers. Like. Maybe, a 'dark mage with too pale skin' or whatever. Something that makes the warning alarms in seth's head blare because don't those sound like the some of the mages he fought in Duscur? Or similar. Just. Something dreadfully familiar that makes seth go, "wait a minute..."

("sothis, what the fuck. Please dont tell me everything was orchestrated by lizard people this whole time." --seth, at some point, probably.)

Anyway, theyre one of the nearest clues he's to this whole mess he's found in a long time. And he needs them alive to follow said clues. Seth manages to wrestle an agreement with the church to force the 'perpetrators' into forced servitude. Titles and all stripped, and forced to work for him. Sounds too much like slavery for seth's taste but at least??? Theyre alive??? And they can help him investigate, especially once he can convince them, in his own surly way, that some of the people from the western church sound suspiciously like they come from the same people that made duscur happen.

To cut the story short, seth gets some new (after a while of convincing them they been duped) loyal minions

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But. Like. Not sure if i can include this in the story since i gotta go back and do some research first, and theres no guarantee that i won't change my mind later after some research. But, yeah. Seth is straight up not having a good time with that whole Lonato mess.

[rvnjun]

should've known | lee jeno

genre: super power au! angst  warnings: graphic death scene, blood, and obvi death a/n: im proud of this one but it made me want to go back and rewrite parts of haechan and jaemins fic :\

The Dream Team M.List

jeno wasn't born with his powers which caused he a lot of damage

he had to learn to adapt to life with them, had to suffer the unexpected consequences of suddenly having powers 

12 years old, his parents were cooking dinner while he played video games

it was a new game so he was still in the midst of creating his character and choosing his weapon 

luckily he had his homework done so he had extra time to decide and play

unluckily he was planning them at the wrong time

a lab was doing experiments on a person with creation powers nearby

the lab surged with power, sending waves of electricity straight to jenos game

his body jolted and erupted with electric shock, the weapons on the game manifesting themselves into his head 

screaming in pain weapons began to spread around the room, all the weapons on his game taking form in real life

his parents were so scared, they rushed him to the hospital, weapons piling in the car

he was treated for electrical burns and introduced to a power therapist who he would end up spending most of his days with 

they didnt want jeno, they didnt want a freak of a son

the power therapist took care of him and made him feel semi normal

he had to transfer schools because he got kicked out of his old one

as unfair as it seemed, they had a right to kick him out

unable to fully control his powers still he was constantly making weapons appear at random times

which put the kids and teachers around him in danger

he spent a few months which his power specialist working on school work

before he finally had his powers under control to the point he could choose when to summon a weapon

and that moment was when his power specialist changed his life once more

he sat him down and looked jeno in the eyes “Jeno you have a gift, not many people have the ability to do what you can do. now what you choose to do with it is up to you. in the meantime i know some kids I think you'd get along with well.”

haechan and jaemin, two other kids with powers 

they were funny and talkative, he got along with them easily

and most importantly, they never judged him for his powers

they thought they were amazing

jeno had always seen his powers as a curse, his own parents never looked at him the same 

but the specialist, haechan, and jamein all had the same look in their eyes

awe and curiosity

the three of them were close friends when they met renjun, a feisty chinese transfer student with drawing manifestation powers 

together the 4 of them started a team

despite how much his powers scared him, hearing the way haechan and renjun talked made him want to

besides, he knew that if something went wrong and they ended up urt, theyd always have jaemin there with his bright smile 

joining their future super team were chenle and jisung, both introduced to them by the power specialist 

together they formed The Dream Team

a super powered team of seemingly ordinary teenagers who did their best to stop crime and unlike most villains, use their powers for good

all they wanted was to help others and give the gifted a good name again

jeno felt like the past years of his life were a rollercoaster, full of so many ups and downs 

he was finally happy thanks to The Dream Team

for the first time in years he felt normal thanks to his friends

after years of pain jeno deserved it

that's when he met you and his life got even better

y/n l/n, another gifted 

jeno met you after a fight, The Dream Team was hugging each other on their job well done when you approached 

you'd been watching them the whole time without them knowing

curious by what they were doing and their powers you used your own to spy

if someone asked jeno what his first impression of you was it wouldn't be hard, he’d tell them that your powers suited you 

you were awkwardly, fumbling over your words as you tried to speak to them

it was hard for you to explain what you were trying to

after nearly 10 minutes of you trying to talk and haechan complaining you finally spit it out 

“i was watching you guys and i want to help you. now my powers might seem very useless to you guys but if you really think about it, i could be very helpful. i could make a great distraction!”

jeno wanted you to join right away but he knew the others wouldn't agree

haechan looked at everyone and spoke up “ well a) we don't even know what your powers are and b) this team kinda consists of friends and you dear person are a stranger who is nameless im assuming as you didn't even tell us your name,,if you have one ”

you immediately looked away at his words before stomping your foot on the ground and pouting 

“MY NAME IS Y/N L/N AND I CAN TURN INVISIBLE!” you yelled at the top of your lung startling everyone

obviously you went invisible and jeno freaked out

“no wait y/n don't go! we won't let you join right away but you can hang out with us to see how things go!” he hollard earning him looks from his friends

they could tell why jeno was so eager for you to join, the fool had fallen in love by simply staring at you 

the rest was history

you joined The Dream Team as their manager/assistant type of person, soon after you and jeno started dating, and of course you became friends with them all

jeno loved you, you were always there for him and putting a smile on his face

you both got shy from affection so you never did any in front of the boys but that didn't stop them from teasing you nonetheless

almost everyday you and jeno went to a cafe for drinks

“would you rather have your current powers or haechans power?”

youd ask making jeno laugh “i think id rather have mine because if I had haechans powers,,i might not have met my friends or most importantly,,you”

jeno and you were in love, both having rough pasts where neither of you were born with your powers and a freak accident caused them, and both of your parents abandoned you and you moved in with a close friend

which only made you guys closer

one of the things jeno loved about you the most was how caring you were during a fight, especially the particularly bad ones

like the time jenos nose was broken after getting smashed in the face with a cat figurine 

you pouted and told jeno you wished you were jaemin and could heal him with your smile

which caused jaemin to jokingly yell at you saying that healing smile was his thing and you needed to get your own brand 

today was one of those bad fights

the boys went in to fight what at first was only one villain but that one villain had a team they didn't know about

the boys were almost all separated 

renjun was drawing as fast as he could, his creations starting to look more and more like a 5 yr old drew them

the weather was close to a hurricane thanks to haechan 

jaemin was freaking out and smiling like a psychopath , without knowing who he was if you saw him you'd think he escaped from an insane asylum 

chenle and jisung were together, about to pass out from using so much power

it was going bad but it got even worse when jeno got separated from the rest

trapped in a room with one of the bad guys he felt his panic arrise 

‘i dont have time for this,’ he thought, images of his friends struggling flashing in his head

the guy lunged forward and hit jeno with a good blow, blood splattering on the wall

jeno felt his panic be replaced with anger

he was practically shaking from his irritated he was

“i know about you and your team, i know who you really are. you're a bunch of highschool kids, did you really think you could beat us?” the asshole spoke 

jeno stared up at him as he added one “i know you're dating that freaky bitch that goes invisible to distract us.”

the smirk on the guys face made jeno feel disgusted

hearing the words he spoke not only about his friends but you sent him over the edge

you were the guys that saved jeno

“where is that bitch anyway? arent they normally he-” he didn't get to finish his sentence

swords appeared in the air, piercing through the air at rapid speed

the man was stabbed multiple times

he gurgled up his own blood, coughing in pain as he fell onto the floor

“fucking bitch,” he said while clutching his chest in pain

jeno was about to leave when he heard a horrible sound

“je,,,jeno,” a disturbed sweet honey-like voice coughed out 

his stomach dropped and his heart felt heavy 

“y,,,y/n?” he turned around, tears already pouring down his face

your ribs had been broken like twigs, gashes oozed with that desparible red liquid, your mouth was hanging slightly open as more of the liquid steadily poured out

your face began to pale, your eyes already looked lifeless

falling against the wall you slid down, a trail of blood being left behind from where your back was placed

“I just wanted to help,” your voice was barely above a whisper, you sounded so broken

“y/n!!” jeno screamed almost as loud as chenle 

running to you his knee betrayed him and gave out inches form your body

“oh my god,,what have i done,” he involuntarily sobbed, body shaking from screams 

warm tears flowed down his cheeks like a waterfall, leaving behind a wet trail of despair 

“no no no,,oh my god,, JAEMIN!!!!” he screamed for his friend to come save you

if you saw his smile, if you saw Jaemin you would be fine like it never happened

only a few seconds had passed but jeno was screaming out begging for jaemin to hear him and come

getting closer to your body, jeno wrapped his arms around and held you

not caring about the copious amounts of blood covering his clothes

“you'll be okay y/n, jaemin is gonna save you,” he didn't sound sure, it was as if he was convincing himself instead of you

you never spoke or moved, all you did was stare at jeno

rising slowly, you painfully and involuntarily took in more breaths

your lungs, it felt as if they were being ripped apart from the inside, only filling with more blood 

“i,,i just wanted to help,” you barely managed to get out before your breathing stopped entirely and head falling onto jenos shoulder

his mind, blanked of everything 

every thought, every memory, everything was gone

everything except one thing, you

your image burned in his head

the wind was knocked out of him, his while body felt numb, he couldn't breathe

he knew he was breathing but he kept choking 

the tears blurred his vision as they rapidly fell

he felt so hopeless, he,,he killed you

he should've known you were in the room with him, like you'd ever let him get separated from everyone

you always came to the fights as a backup or distraction

“I should've known,” he cried

jaemin,,he wanted to be mad at him, he wanted to scream and hit him, make him suffer the way you did but he couldn't

jaemin was busy, probably exhausted form smiling and using his powers

the door to the room creaked open

jeno assumed it was his friends, if not it was the villains and that meant everyone except him was dead

“oh my god jeno what happened,” renjun spoke, rushing to jenos side

jisung stared with his mouth hung open, wondering how he never knew this would happen, he gripping tightly on chenles arm

chenle let out a ear piercing yelp as he leaned closer to jisung

haechan stared at your lifeless body, rain starting to pour matching his tears

jaemins heart stopped when he saw the damage, knowing that he could've saved you

“y/n,,y/n,” jaemin cried while smiling at you praying that it would work

the tension in the room only grew as each other second past

 each member of the team morning in their own way for their fallen 

y/n l/n the “nameless’ stranger who approached them with wishes to be one of them, y/n l/n the loveable person who lit up jenos dark world more than is friends ever could, y/n l/n the mysterious invisible member of the dream team who just wanted to help

[ambitionsource]

I’m very curious about the interactions between riley and lucas in the back of his car in the parking lot, like what would they talk about and how would lucas behave?

ah yes. so for clarification, i assume this is in reference to me saying that rl spend a majority of their time together in the summer in the car. this is again because they don’t really have a place that they can Settle and hang out -- lucas’s place is obviously off-limits, and the matthews apartment is only viable when both maya and cory aren’t around given that neither of them are... Fond of lucas, per se. like sure, they could hang out while maya is there, but then it would just be a lot of them trying to have a conversation and maya constantly interjecting her two cents via a snort, or a gag, or a comment under her breath. and when they glare at her, she’s just like oh, i’m sorry, did y’all say something? don’t mind me, i’m just chilling (:

so yeah. best to just avoid it entirely.

the car they travel around in is riley’s, because lucas himself doesn’t actually have one. he occasionally uses grace’s when absolutely necessary (re: him going after de la minkus in 211), but he usually likes to leave her in possession of it just in case she needs to use it suddenly for any... reason. so riley’s sedan is the vehicle of choice, and this is fine because lucas is an expert at driving around other people’s cars (why do we think he was so good at joy riding? ha ha ha... ha.)

also, lucas’s license is still suspended from said joy ride. he technically shouldn’t be driving at all, so for the most part it’s riley behind the wheel for the summer. lucas still drives sometimes but thats only after they both acknowledge like okay... well, if we get pulled over for whatever reason, we might get in trouble. they acknowledge it, and then they Move On lmao.

so riley’s car is the place to be during the summer of love. they’ll go on drives, usually out into the wilderness (as taylor swift once said, let’s drive out of the city, away from the crowd...). this includes the hideout spot that dylucasher tended to frequent in S1, which i’ve always visualized as this kind of... forest-y hiking kind of area near a cliff side or waterfall or something, i dont know where this visual came from, but the point is its nature and probably via a little bit of rule-breaking, its like this hidden oasis away from the rest of the world that only the three of them (and now riley) know about. and dasher usually only go there with lucas, so its basically lucas’s spot.

that’s usually where riley and lucas end up when they just want to hang out and not be bothered, and they’ll just sit around and talk to each other about whatever -- esp early in the summer as theyre in the process of really getting to Know each other as better friends and now partners. sometimes riley will bring lunch or snacks, so they’ll munch on those too. riley plays her playlist she made for him and continues to expose him to new music, although when they drive around they will also listen / sing along to fall out boy since thats the only thing riley can get lucas to “sing.”

further into the summer as they’ve gotten more comfortable around each other, they’ll kind of switch up how they hang out. usually back in the day theyd just hang out in the front seats (especially if it was really hot out), but the more lax they get the more they spread out. sometimes they’ll ditch the car entirely and just hang out in the nature (lucas likes this, because when riley laughs in the hideaway since its so serene its like her laughter echoes all throughout the trees and the water and the nature and he’s obsessed with that). sometimes they’ll stretch out on the hood or the back of her car so they can absorb the fresh air and sunlight, when it’s not too humid and gross out.

about a month into summer, somewhere along those lines, thats when riley gets the bright idea to climb into the backseat (and yes, she climbs over the median and fumbles her way there rather than just getting out of the car and getting back in the car, because she’s a goob -- which lucas comments on). she convinces lucas to join her, and yes he has to also climb into the backseat rather than just use the door because if she’s gonna be a dork but accomplished at it, then he also be a dork! but she’s a lot smaller and nimble (albeit klutzier) than him so him trying to get back there is a big laughter-filled mess, and riley basically has to like yank him back to join her until he’s like falling all over her and they can get themselves resituated

which perhaps was her plan all along. i see you riles, i see your games. clever... scrappy and clever...

what they discover with this new setting is like, yes, its still cramped bc its a car, it wasn’t built for comfortable hanging out lmao, but it has its own charm to it. and they can actually kind of like... chill together this way and be closer together and share the space without this median between them, yet still maintain the privacy of being in the car rather than just like. out in the wild with the nature and the echoes and all that. so fumbling back into the backseat and cramping together becomes a common habit for them, although it does take some time to ease into and get comfortable with (considering how lucas is about closeness and physical touch -- everything is just a gradual process or building trust and establishing safety in that closeness which we know riles is all about). so sometimes they’ll like stretch out opposite each other and bump knees and stuff, other times they’ll cuddle up together as if they’re hanging out in riley’s room on her bed even tho they’re not and this is a car (this is usually how they are if they fall asleep).

and yes, look, i’ll be candid, it’s not like they’re not doing some Kissing in this hideout car. come on now. let’s just be realistic

so yes, that’s the magic of the summer of love and rl hanging out in riley’s car for 65% of the summer break bc they’re oppressed, but that’s okay bc they have each other and right now when they’re in such a formative phase of their relationship and are just excited to actually Be together, that’s all that matters. god bless us everyone

-- Maggie

[ranger-jedi-knight]

I Was Lost Until I Found You. Part 1

Link to AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22340749/chapters/53368603

Ok, so I fell in love with another ship. This baby of an OC, named Xander, is just a lovable dork that all my friends on discord loved seeing be with Damian. Then I thought about how cute theyd be with Mari n this happened. So I just had to write it. So I hope you enjoy seeing the three together yourselves. I had fun writing it!(next fic will just be Xander n Dami)

P.S. Xander and Damian are the same age, just Xander is a few months older than Damian. Mari is a year younger than them.

When Xander was 14, he discovered he had two soulmates. He learned it by finding something from his new, in a sense, soulmate. He knew it was from them cause it wasn’t something the other lost usually. His first soulmate usually lost pens, notes, and the like. Not that. Underneath his bed was a knife, and it wasn’t a kitchen knife.

It was a dagger.

Something used to hurt and kill.

That wasn’t something his, now known to be French, soulmate lost. Seeing the knife freaked him out. He lost it pretty quickly after that since he didn’t want to have to explain it to his sisters.

Right now though, he wished he had kept the dagger. In front of him was Joker in all his clown glory. Xander was worried, the clown was walking toward him and he knew that meant trouble. He couldn’t fight Joker himself, he was defenseless. He tripped going backward and Joker’s smile grew bigger. Xander looked around and found a Batarang, he was really glad that the Batfam lost one. He picked it up and threw it at Joker.

Joker grunted when it hit him in the stomach, but didn’t react in any other way. He pulled out some cards and Xander scrambled back. He could hear sirens in the distance getting closer, but he knew they would be too late. He was alone with Joker. He had no one to help him. He scrambled backwards, and stumbled up to his feet. Joker laughed as he prepared to throw his cards.

The police and batfamily arrived just in time to see Joker launch the cards. Xander raised a hand out to them.

They rushed forward.

But they could only watch as the cards flew towards him.

Only watch as Xander jerked as the cards hit. A chocked out shout left him. He was mid-stride when they hit. He fell to the ground as Joker laughed maniacally behind him. His vision was blurry. He could feel a card dig into his neck. He reached a hand out toward the bat family. To his sister with the officers.

“Xander!” Alya shouted and went forward but Nightwing stopped her. “Let me go! He needs me!” she shouted, tears going down her cheeks. She could only watch as Xander look at her before his hand and head drop back onto the ground, not a sound leaving him. “No! Xander, please!” she shouted and cried. The other members went forward to attack Joker while Nightwing stayed with her and hugged her, keeping her away from Joker.

“No!” everyone was confused at her shout. Joker was tied up, still smiling. They looked back and were shocked. Nightwing was looking around confused while Alya was on her knees sobbing, right where Xander was.

Was.

The only thing that remained was one of Joker’s cards. Xander’s body was nowhere to be found.

~~~~~~~~~~~~(⋟﹏⋞)~~~~~~~~~~~~

Damian Wayne knew he had two soulmates since he was with the League. He just wasn’t allowed to keep anything. When he moved in with Bruce, he got to keep the things he found. He got to keep the sparkly pens his french soulmate lost. He got to keep the mechanical pencils, little doodles, and little trinkets his other soulmate lost.

He felt his breath catch as he stepped into the dining room for breakfast. His family turned to him worried. They watched as he picked up a familiar teal sweatshirt. Damian turned it to look at the back and he swallowed the lump in his throat. The back was covered in blood and had holes in it. “I....I need air,” he said walking outside still holding the sweatshirt. He leaned against the railing, the sweatshirt laid across it next to his arm.

Alfred walked outside and placed a hand on his back. “I’m sorry you found out like this, Master Damian,” Alfred said and Damian nodded.

“Yeah. I just....how do I tell our other soulmate what happened?” he asked and Alfred hummed at that.

“I’m not sure, Master Damian. But, I can fix and wash this for you,” he said picking up the sweatshirt and Damian nodded.

“Thank you, Alfred,” Damian whispered and Alfred nodded.

“Of course. Why don’t you eat something? I’m sure your family will want you to be strong as you look for him,” Alfred replied in the doorway and Damian gave a nod, the barest of smirks on his face.

“Of course,” he replied.

~~~~~~~~~~~~(⋟﹏⋞)~~~~~~~~~~~~

Mari stared in horror as a bloody shirt appeared on her desk in class. Everyone was looking, equally scared and sympathetic. Even Lila, the girl that vowed to make her life hell, was sympathetic. Alya and Nino led Mari out of the room while Adrien took a plastic bag from the teacher and put the shirt in it. They then cleaned the desk so that when Mari came back calmer, she wouldn’t panic.

Mari was pale when they came back in. She barely restrained herself from shaking. Ms. Bustier nodded and Adrien grabbed their things along with the bag and took her home. Where a note then appeared on the table saying what happened, from her other soulmate.

~~~~~~~~~~~~(⋟﹏⋞)~~~~~~~~~~~~

After a year and a half since Xander disappeared, Damian found something that wasn’t from their french soulmate. But it was something that didn’t reassure him. He took a picture of it and lost it quickly, knowing what would happen if he didn’t. He also put on a note in french in case it went to their french soulmate. Once that was done he went to find his family. They were in the kitchen making a cake for Alfred’s birthday. He handed his phone with the picture pulled up already.

“Is that...?” Tim asked, trailing off and Damian nodded. “But how?” Damian glared at the ground.

“Xander lost it, that’s how. The League took him,” Damian said and a snap rang out. Jason dropped the broken spoon he was holding.

“I thought we were fucking done with them,” he growled out and Damian shook his head.

“Apparently not,” Damian said.

“Done with who?”

They turned and saw Jason’s soulmate, who also happens to be Xander’s sister, waiting in the doorway. She was holding a bag of cake decorating items. She set the bag onto the counter and pushed back her red bangs and looked at the phone Jason was holding. “What’s with the dagger?” they all shared a look.

“That was...lost by Xander. He was taken by....by mother,” Damian said slowly and watched as Lana leaned against the counter, her mouth opening and closing as what he said sunk in.

“Will...do you…” she tried asking a question but couldn’t get the right words out. She swallowed the lump in her throat and looked at Damian. “Do you think he’ll make it?” she finally asked as Jason set a hand on her shoulders.

“I’m not sure. We can only hope,” Damian said and Lana nodded at that.

~~~~~~~~~~~~(⋟﹏⋞)~~~~~~~~~~~~

Xander gripped his head with a groan and stumbled into a wall. There were shouts. French. Hands. Hands were over him. He knocked away all the hands that were touching him and slid to the ground. He blinked several times, clearing his vision, his hearing was buzzing, nothing truly making sense. But he slowly regained function in seeing and hearing.

“-he’s wearing strange clothing. Where’s he from?” a boy asked.

“He has weapons on him! He’s a mercenary!” a girl said fearfully.

“Hey! Stop it. We don’t know if he can understand us. Not to mention, he doesn’t seem aware of where he is either!” a girl said. He looked up and saw a petite french girl with blue-tinted hair standing in front of him. Her hands on her hips as she scolded the classroom.

“He’s a danger! Why would you protect someone like him, Marinette? Oh wait, I know why. You’re his soulmate!” a girl with sausage hair cried and people started glaring at the girl defending him. Marinette, the name fit her.

“Of course your soulmates with a dangerous person. It fits,” Alya spat glaring at her ex-friend.

“We don’t know anything about him, Lila, Alya. We shouldn’t assume anything. What if he’s a hunter? Or perhaps he uses those to defend himself from threats? Hmm? Who knows where he came from,” Marinette said.

“I don’t even know where I came from,” Xander replied back softly in french and the class looked at him shocked. Marinette kneeled beside him.

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“I....I was taken from my home, I think. Everythings...fuzzy. Bad people took me. I...I remember a name, Nanda Parbat. But I don’t...I don’t know what or where that is,” he said, his brow furrowed in confusion and frustration. People around the classroom looked sad at that. “Where am I? What’s the year?”

“You’re at Collège Françoise Dupont, in Paris, France. Your name is Xander, isn’t it?” she asked and Xander nodded slowly. “You...you disappeared two years ago. Two years ago today, your bloody shirt, this one to be exact,” she pointed to the shirt she was wearing, it was his, she fixed up the holes, “appeared before me. Our other soulmate found your sweatshirt,” she explained softly. The class looked shocked at that. To learn this teen, who appeared out of nowhere, wearing strange clothes and carried weapons, was the same teen that lost the bloody shirt. They watched his face fall as he learned that. It turned pained then turned to confusion. “What?” she asked softly.

“I-I don’t understand. I-I remember that day. I...I should be dead. Joker killed me. I know it,” he said and that had the class gasping.

“Ms. Bustier, can I take him to my grandfather? He’d be able to help,” Mari asked and Ms. Bustier nodded.

“I’ll help,” Adrien said gathering all their stuff and walking behind Mari as she helped Xander up and lead him out. They soon reached Master Fu’s place and entered. Fu looked at them confused as they brought in a confused teen.

“Master, he’s my soulmate. But,” she trailed off and he nodded.

“I feel it too. Come, sit down,” Fu said and Xander nodded and sat down in front of Fu. “I feel the twisted magic of the Lazarus Pit on you. You must have been revived using it. But it’s left a twisted and corrupt aura on you. We’re lucky it hasn’t messed with your mind much yet. We can heal you of this aura,” Fu explained and Xander nodded. Fu then had him lay down on a mat and began working. “Marinette, you need to become Ladybug to purify it,” Fu said and Marinette glanced at Tikki who nodded. She transformed and Adrien stood back with Plagg and Wayzz, watching them work.

Once they’re done, Xander is sitting again but is gripping his hair. Mari’s transformation drops and she pulls Xander to her. “What do you remember?” she asked and Xander gasps as tears fall.

“I hurt so many people. I’ve dont so many horrible things when I was with them,” he gasped out and Mari shushes him gently.

“It’s ok. You had no choice. We don’t blame you,” she whispered.

~~~~~~~~~~~~(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧~~~~~~~~~~~~

For a month since Xander returned, he’s stayed with Mari and her family to heal. She told their other soulmate he was ok now. She was told that his sisters were grateful to know that. He went to class with Mari and Adrien and Chloe. But they soon learned he didn’t need it since he was ahead of them. He could technically be transferred into Luka’s class, but he didn’t want to. He’d rather stay in the same class as his soulmate. She helped him stay calm when he had panic attacks.

Which were sadly, pretty often. But that was because of Lila. She would lie about her soulmate and bring things up that Xander asked not to around him. But Lila didn’t care. And Ms. Bustier didn’t try stopping her even though she can see how Xander reacts.

But thankfully, with Xander’s help, they take Hawkmoth done at the end of the month. After that, Xander, Mari, and Adrien all moved to Gotham. Chloe would follow soon after. Everyone at the airport was tearing up at seeing Xander hug his sisters tightly, all three crying and falling to the ground. Most everyone in Gotham knew of how he disappeared.

After that, they took him to see, meet really, his other soulmate, Damian Wayne. They reached Wayne Manor and standing outside waiting, was the Wayne family. Mari led Xander over to Damian with a smile when the exited the car. “Xander, this is our other soulmate, Damian,” she said and Xander smiled.

“Hey,” he replied.

“I’m glad you’re safe. I was worried when I learned of where you were,” Damian said and he nodded at that. Mari pulled them into a hug. She could see Damian wanted to, but was hesitant. Damian wrapped his arms around the two and pulled them as close as possible.

Ok, so. This happened. This was cute. But man, damnit, I was tryin to do funny/cute all the way. But my friends got me in an angsty mood. But, I hope you liked it. The next chap WILL be an alternate of pure hilarity and cuteness between the three ok? Cause I was really wanting to do that with this type of soul bond. See ya soon! -Love Willa<3<3<3

[things-we-used-tc-share]

On the topic of love

(And how romance is not the be all and end all)

Warnings: None

Ship: Analogical

Plot: Virgil loves Logan and Logan loves Virgil, but romance has never quite fascinated them both. (QPR!Analogical) (Asexual!Virgil) (Aromantic!Logan) (Mentioned hyper-romantic and polyamorous!Roman)

Written for: @creativity-killed-thekitten and @softestvirgil (Yeah I saw u in the comments of that post)

It starts with a question, the first of many “Logan? Are you...gay?” Now it’s not as if anyone had assumed he was straight in the first place in all honesty, if you were part of this group it was assumed by them and everyone else that you were in fact, gay. It had only just dawned on Roman that whilst the other members of the group quite often discussed their sexuality, Logan had never done so. Roman also never knows when a question shouldn’t be just asked outright as he receives a swift elbow in the ribs from Virgil. 

“Not particularly,” The elder remains unfazed by the question however as he takes a sip of his coffee and leans back on the chair “I don’t actually experience romantic attraction at all, I believe the term is Aromantic,” Roman let’s out a ‘huh’ noise and looks down at his own drink before he decides that he had no idea that such a thing existed. 

“Cool,” he finally says with a shrug, his attention taken elsewhere. 

Virgil however, is digesting the information slowly. Unlike Roman, who loved everyone he came across romantically, possibly the perk of being A) hyper-romantic and B) Polyamorous, Virgil didn’t often find romance something that interested him. He knew he wasn’t Aromantic, he still occasionally had romantic feelings, but for him, platonic love was first and foremost.  

The youngest mulls this over in his mind for days after the situation before he simply bites the bullet and goes to Logan himself to talk more. Honestly, now that he’d thought of it he’d never actually seen Logan romantically invested in anyone; in high school whilst Roman and Patton had been endlessly gushing about boys, Logan had found books to be far more interesting. 

He’d known the other man for almost his entire life and he wasn't sure why he hadn’t put two and two together in the first place. “Hey L?” The elder hums in response from where he’s currently making two cups of coffee “Do you know what a queerplatonic relationship is?” Logan pauses for a moment with the spoon coming to halt in his hand as he searches his mind for an answer. Finally, he continues stirring and nods. 

“Yes, Virgil, I do,” He places the spoon in the sink and carries the two cups over too the breakfast bar, taking a seat opposite the other as he hands his coffee over “Is that what you came here to discuss?” Virgil nods “Well, I feel a queerplatonic relationship is possibly the only relationship other than generalized friendship that I could actually take part in,” He takes a sip of his coffee and makes a noise of discomfort as it burns his tongue. “When I first discovered Aromanticism as a term that I identified with, it frequented many of my searches,” Virgil, always the worrier, worried that Logan had gone through all that searching and looking for answers by himself. He wondered how Logan had felt then, had he been scared? Lost? Had he thought there was something wrong with him? The questions go through his mind before he finally settles on ‘Why didn’t he ask us for help?’ 

He supposes it’s because Logan is Logan. He’s never once asked them for help and he doubts he ever will. And all those questions may be questions Virgil wants to ask but he knows they’re not ones Logan’s going to want to answer. So he doesn’t ask. Maybe one day Logan will simply bring up the topic himself.

“Would you be interested in a QPR?” Virgil asks tentatively, his eyes focused on the coffee as it moves around in the white porcelain cup. Never before has he been interested in ceramics, but today was not too late to suddenly care about the texture of cups. 

“Correct me if I’m wrong Virgil, but it does seem like there’s a part of that sentence that’s gone unspoken,” Virgil finally dares himself to meet Logan’s gaze, but finds only a small smile on his lips “If you’re asking if I’m interested in a Queerplatonic relationship with you Virgil, the answer is yes,” Virgil feels the nervous feelings drift away just a little, like a rock easing up off his chest. Logan offers one of his rare genuine smiles and Virgil can’t really resist but smile back. 

They establish their boundaries as they go, Virgil had already made it known before he’d even hit the end of high school that he was Asexual and that sex was a big no for him; Logan, despite not being Asexual did not find sex to be a particularly interesting thing. Their relationship was not mutually exclusive, so should Virgil fall in love with someone romantically, Logan was all but happy for him to do so and vice verse if Logan wanted to seek experiences that Virgil could not provide outside of their relationship, Virgil was more than happy to let him (Even encourage him to do so). 

They both liked the quiet, it was their most common factor. Virgil would curl up beside Logan and the other would play with his hair and read to him in an otherwise silent room. Sometimes they would just lie together for a bit, Virgil would play on his phone and Logan would read or watch TV. It’s a comfortable existence when you have a friend who is there for you all the time, Virgil’s Anxiety would sometimes make its waves and Logan would know how to calm him down immediately. Something a little different from normal friendship. 

There was more continuity for a start, they’d see each other almost every day and Virgil would all but fling himself onto Logan’s couch whilst the other listened to him talk about just how long his day has been. They talked more, cuddled a lot, and sometimes they’d just exist in the same space in content. Logan especially became more open with the things he’d previously not been comfortable to talk about with anyone. Virgil eventually got answers to his unasked questions. 

“When I first thought about being Aromantic, I didn’t know what it was,” Logan starts, his eyes drifting from spot to spot on the wall and never at Virgil; he was anxious and this was a trait the violet-haired man could spot a mile away, his head rests on Logan’s shoulder to offer some quiet comfort. “You understand that I have always felt like I don’t fit in with other’s, even with the friendships I achieved throughout my life I’ve always felt like I was different for a multitude of reason’s,” Virgil nods, he had after all known Logan since they were very young, he hadn’t been blind to the comments others made about the elder boy. “I felt out of place my entire life and this was simply another reason why so it didn’t cause me much distress but I would be lying to say it caused me none at all,” Virgil gives the other man's arm a squeeze to show he is still listening.

“I know you, and I know you’re likely to be feeling like I should have told you or Roman or even Patton and you would’ve helped,” Virgil nods to show that Logan is correct “But if I’m being honest I felt like this was too small of a problem to consult you on, around the same time you were opening up to being Asexual, Roman had three different relationships that he was trying to balance and Patton was having a sexuality crisis that would have been too much stress, I didn’t want to interfere with your journeys in an attempt to figure out my own,”

Virgil softens a little, realizing the gap was there for him to talk as he gives Logan’s arm another firm squeeze. “I think you’re too kind Logan, sometimes,” It makes the man in question snort a little considering his entire life he’d been told the exact opposite “We can’t change the past, but in the future I want you to know no matter how big or small the problem is, or how distant or close we are, I will always be happy to help you,” The elder gives a small smile and kisses the top of Virgil’s head gently. 

“Thank you, Virgil,” He hadn’t quite known he’d needed to hear those exact words, but he quietly thanks his own ego for putting itself in check long enough for him to talk about it. 

Not long after, they curled up together on Logan’s bed. Logan, with one arm around Virgil’s shoulder, catching strands of his hair and twirling it between his fingers, hums whilst his eyes peer through his glasses to read the words on the open pages of the book in his free hand. A cup of coffee is going cold on the windowsill as Virgil slowly forgets it’s even there, his focus on the phone in his hand. He likes the comfort, he decides, the closeness, it could be intense sometimes but at the same time, the platonic intimacy was something he never really wants to give up. He smiles slightly and closes his eyes, allowing the darkness (Lit only by Logan’s calm blue reading lamp) to take over his tiredness, lulling him slowly to sleep. 

((asdfghjkl I hope this was okay? I’ve only ever been in one (1) QPR before so I hope I did okay with the representation! I know lots of QPR’s can be very different))

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14x12 & 14x13

During my re-watch of S14 and sobbing once again through the Brofest Trifecta, I no longer think the decision to end the show next season was made spur of the moment. Im convinced the decision was made a while ago, possibly at the same time they decided to do shorter seasons. Maybe even as far back as before S13, and that's why there was so much push for a spin-off, that ended up being very poorly written. Im not entirely sure, but at least Im confident that there was no drastic recent event that made them want to close up shop. I think they wanted to get to the 300 milestone, and why not take it through the 15 season milestone too, then hang up the flannels. 

They had a lot to celebrate over the past couple seasons, the spin-off (yuck) Scoobynatural, the honor of being given The Supernatural Studios, the 300th Episode, JDM coming back and early sign on for S15, I'm sure no one wanted to bum anyone out with announcing an ending, and take the spotlight from the other things, but now as I rewatched this season, (and even some of last) I can see a set up, most specifically in the episodes Prophet and Loss, and Lebanon.

In s13, they decided to bring back Michael. That doesn't necessarily mean they’d already scheduled an end, but I think they pulled that arc off the shelf for when an end was in sight. Because seriously, as much as I may hear you all moan and groan about how the Michael Lucifer thing is so old and boring, its THE biggest storyline in the whole series, and never should have been shelved. I mean Sam and Dean being the literal vessels of the 2 biggest Archangels is HUGE. It doesnt have to be the main story all the time, but they should never let the viewers forget, and that arc should get a proper closure, which it hasnt yet. 

Now this season has been setting us up for where we are now. (as any season would) but early on, there were hints to an end in sight. Small ones though, just enough to send a little chill up my spine, that yes, the show will eventually end. like in Mint Condition, Dean suggesting next Halloween they dress like Thelma and Louise and get in the car and just go. We all flash back to how Thelma and Louise drove off a cliff. Meanwhile throughout the season, we see Sam slowly unravelling. Dean began unravelling last season, and now the brothers are coming undone. Which brings me to the two episodes that I believe were setting us up for the later anouncement. 

Prophet and Loss was not only the most emotional scene we’ve seen from Sam since S8, and probably even more emotional than that, and Jared has to deliver his most emotional scene to date. As most of us know, Jared had an emotional reaction to the scene that made him not be able to say the words and fit them with the actions. It affected him so strongly that Jensen thought he may be having a stroke, because as long as he’s known Jared, and everything he’s been through, he’s never seen him unable to do the job, and at that moment, he couldnt do it. Jared said its the only time in his whole career he ever went home and cried, feeling like he disappointed everyone. That made me so sad when I heard it, and wanted him to know he didnt disapooint anyone, he did an AMAZING job!

Now, after the annoucement of the end, that scene takes on a whole new meaning. I think (and I stress that its a thought, and Im not assuming I know how Jared thinks)  that if Jared knew the show was ending, saying those lines would be hard as hell. Saying them and knowing we didnt know yet, could be very upsetting. Perhaps he wondered in his own heart that they made the wrong decision (as anyone put in their position would wonder at least 1000 times) and yelling at Dean about quitting, felt too much like yelling at Jensen? “We’re the guys that save the world, we dont just check out of it!”  Go watch that scene again, and try to imagine Jared saying it with what we know now. 

Maybe he even thought of it from the POV of the fans? That maybe thats how many of us would feel once we heard? Could it be even that maybe when he got home, he cried worried he would disappoint us all with their pending news, and the lines in that scene were just too close to home?

Even after the, now iconic, punch/hug “Why dont you believe in us too” Dean’s response was ironic too, almost like they dont need to tell us at all, but respectfully they will, and when the time comes, we do then what we cant do now, put them in the box and let them go.  (watch where you step... my heart is laying around here somewhere)

This brings us to Lebanon. Such a tearfest in itself. My favorite episode yet! But if they all knew the end was in the cards, this episode also takes on new meaning. I dont think it was any accident that they chose to not show a live episode the weerk after the announcement, but to re-air Lebanon instead. It was as though they re-aired it so we could collectively see it in another way, and mourn together a little. 

It’s no secret that JDM loves J2 and vise versa, J2 have said a million times theyd love to have him back, and he has said he’d love that too and how proud he is of them, and will always consider them “his boy. Him coming back was alone a sign the end was coming. How badly we, as well as Jared wanted so bad for Sam to have closure with his father. and we were given a heart wrenching and tearful scene between Sam and John.  Both confronted each other with their issues, chose not to dwell on it, acknowledge they each hurt the other, and theyre sorry. 

Sam said the argument they had was a lifetime ago, it may have taken half that lifetime for Sam to believe and understand, even though he did some messed up things, that yes, Dad loved him. And now, theres closure. 

We soon go then to, what I now believe was a message to us, that the time to part is coming soon. Everyone sad and speechless at the table, and John says “Now as I see it, we have 2 choices, we can either dwell on whats coming, or be grateful for this time we have together. And me, I choose graqteful. So to whatever power brought us together....we owe you one” then each give an individual “amen” That killed me then, and now it kills me in a new way, and its always going to stick in my head now as a message to us fans. 

We move on now to John’s farewell. J2 have said they didnt need to fake any emotions, the emotions where all really there. I now see not just John, but JDM telling J2 “I am so proud of you boys” hugging them both “I love you both so much” Jared so emotional he cant talk, and Jensen mustering enough strength for the both of them to say “I love you too” (I think I heard my heart shattering in a corner somewhere) I will never get over that episode in this lifetime... ever.

After these episodes, we got a break (mercifully) then we got 3 episodes before we got the announcement. In those episodes, we have Cas explaining to Jack that even though Sam and Dean are wonderful, amazing, and special human beings, they are humans and humans shine for just a short time. Someday Sam and Dean will die, and it will hurt, but that pain will remind us of how much we love them. And Jack  thinks like me... “That sounds.... awful”... those words are not a comfort Cas.... nice try though 💔😭

We also have Sam still unravelling, he got a dose of phony happiness, (as did Dean in Nihlism ... as neither place of happiness included each other) yet, it was each other who pulled them out. Sam pulled Dean out of his dream world, the mention of Dean pulled Sam out. Sam knows he wont be happy without Dean, so he presses on.  We still have 4 episodes left of this season. Lucifer is on his way back. AU Michael might be dead, but cage Michael has been mentioned a lot the past few seasons so I think we’re gonna get some kind of real showdown to put that arc to rest.

So now I will always see Prophet and Loss and Lebanon in a new way... a painful way, but Ill throw in an honorary mention of some irony in  Damaged Goods.... regarding the from behind, sneak attack hug, “If it feels like something is up, it probably is” and regarding Sam’s anger when Dean told him his plan, it would have really been messed up and wrong if they didnt tell us, they knew this, so they did.... they didnt have to. 

[nomnomnibblenibble]

Frat Party (hybrid series)

Count: 1.6k words

Type: angstish, fluff

A/N: 1st of a series that will involve all members (inspired by the dream of a 🦎 aka Liz)

The bass of the blaring music was so loud you and Yoongi could feel it underneath the asphalt. If you hadn’t yet adapted yourself you’d be on the ground in agony.

From in front of the frat house the two of you could see people shuffling in and out. Some of them you could recognize from around campus but most of the faces blurred together in insignificance.

“Are you sure about this?” You asked turning to Yoongi. The idea to go a normal people party had been at his suggestion. One that took some convincing for you to accept. It was safer for the two of you to avoid any unnecessary human interaction.

Your super hearing was something you had gotten under control. From being a clueless twelve year old you had learned to tune out and turn down the sounds you didn’t need. A sheet of paper no longer hurt your sensitive ears as it could before.

Yoongi’s mutation on the other hand was more physical. Looking at him currently he would look as any college student although a bit small weight wise. It was when he let his guard down or he lost control that the furrier side came. He was a young kid when he had figured out he was a cat.

Not fully, but paws, tail, ears, and whiskers. Those were all there. His parents made sure to keep their unique son as guarded as possible. Of course for his own good, but their actions proved somewhat detrimental. It took Yoongi so long to learn how to keep his human form. College away from his parents wasn’t looking like an option until he met you in his senior year of high school.

Two freaks who could safely be abnormal.

With no answer Yoongi walked ahead of you into the packed house. You followed close behind him not wanting to lose sight of him. The two of you walked into the threshold to be bombarded with the smell of alcohol and weed at least that’s what you assumed.

The center of the room had partygoers squished together as though they were kept in by invisible walls. Girls and guys, guys and guys, girls and girls all grinding on each other as though they were trying to chafe off glue. The blue light that illuminated the room doing more to hide faces than to reveal them.

Naturally the two of you migrated to the ‘outskirts’ of the large front room. Still surrounded by people but at least breathing was possible.

Yoongi looked amazed by what was before him. Large gatherings were hardly something he was used to. You on the other hand were searching for something that didn’t make you uncomfortable to look at. Stupid drunk kids and students pushing back on each other wasn’t ideal.

Turning in your place you spotted the kitchen considerably more empty. It would do as a temporary escape.

Before walking away you shifted towards Yoongi to alert him only to find the boy in a near state of bliss. His gums were on display as he smiled like a kid in a candy store. He was experiencing, although uninvolved, a part of young life he was expected to miss out on. Pure happiness out of watching his peer act like idiots.

Deciding against disturbing his joy you went over to the kitchen knowing you could listen out for him.

The kitchen was abandoned compared to where the party was concentrated. Four people at most standing around looking like they’d rather be anywhere else. The alcohol wasn’t situated in this room so that left little reason for anyone to be in here.

Deciding a cup in hand, preferably non alcoholic, was better than standing by with nothing you enlist the help of another party goer in the kitchen. From behind there is only black hair as an identifier as you tap on their shoulder. A familiar smiling face appears. If there was a boy who didn’t seem as though he belonged in a traditional fraternity, it was Park Jimin.

Ladies man sure, charming definitely, did you have slight crush, of course. But Jimin was more known for his dancing. He was a dance major that was member of a fraternity. A combination that couldn’t be described as stereotypical.

“Hey you” Jimin said recognizing you from your shared anatomy class. You two weren’t close, but there were the occasional friendly conversations as you two were lab partners.

You replied with a slight smile not wanting to appear too eager, “Hey yourself”

His head turned slightly to the side like a puppy looking up in confusion without the smile ever leaving his lips “I don’t take you for the partying type. What’re doing here?”

It’d be great to note that with the music still blasting the two of you were standing closer than normal. Obviously you would be able to hear him from 100 feet away, but he was human after all. You had to make accommodations.

“You’re right. I’m not, but my friend wanted to come see.” It was no use telling him who the friend was. Yoongi didn’t involve himself in much. He preferred to attend class (sometimes) and be home away in his room in the safety of music. His reputation around campus was non existent.

“Well good thing you came. Did you need anything?”

“Yea, actually. I wanted a drink. The non alcohol kind and I’m not sure where to find that here.” You stated referring to the obvious.

Jimin nodded “I got it. I can go check for a soda or something down in the basement. Wait here.” The steps he took out of your space gave you your breath back. Your face finally didn’t feel as hot. Being a little more at ease you relaxed into the sway of the music rocking back and forth in your little bubble.

The party seemed like a swell idea until you heard the sound of heavy breathing. A familiar breathing that you knew could only belong to a panicked Yoongi.

Rushing out of the kitchen you saw a small crowd congregating where you left him in his happy state. You push through the two person thick crowd to see Yoongi crouched down holding his head in his hands. The obvious signs of his panic attacks that you had come to know over the years.

Crouching down next to him you try to gently shush him to calm him down long enough to move him. Having him surrounded by people would do nothing to quell his distress.

“Come on Yoongi, help me out here” you said while attempting to lift him. He was small himself but still more in size than you.

The sound of Yoongi’s speeding heart filled your ears so you didn’t hear the pleas for people to get out of the way from Jimin. You didn’t notice his presence until Yoongi was actually managed to be lifted from a ball on the ground.

With stares from those immediately surrounding you, the two of you dragged Yoongi’s stiff body into a surprisingly empty room. Laying him on the bed, Jimin stood back watching as you fanned Yoongi’s face with your hand.

“Do you need anything?” Jimin asked sounding a little out of breath himself.

While Yoongi definitely was calming down you knew that he could very well turn any moment. No matter how thankful you were to Jimin or how much you wished the conversation could continue you had to get him out of the room.

Vigorously shaking your head you explained “No, it's alright. He’ll be fine, but I need to be alone with him. So if you could…”

“Oh..oh yeah. I’ll go.” Jimin said turning around to the door. He gave a friendly smile before gently shutting the door.

You turned your attention back to a much calmer and different looking Yoongi. His whiskers were visible and his ears took on their pointer form. He was staring up at the ceiling with wide eyes taking deep breaths. The worst of it was over.

You sighed in relief “You alright now?”.

He nodded still silent.

Knowing not to push until he was ready you opted instead to lay next to him joining him in staring up at the ceiling. His heartbeat, now where it needed to be, brought you peace. Moments of comfortable silence passed within the room.

“I thought someone had found me out.” his tail coming up to wiggle to what he was referring to. “People were starting to stare. I panicked.”

You nodded in understanding although he probably couldn’t see you. Most likely there wasn’t anyone who saw him outside of his human form, but Yoongi having grown up so paranoid about everything and everyone around him sometimes viewed slight glances in a different light.

“Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. I guess I went too far-” he continued.

Letting him make himself feel bad for wanting something so simple was not gonna slide. You knew he meant no harm and you were happy to let him experience his youth as much as possible.

“Don’t be like that. And don’t worry about it. It wasn’t all bad.” you interrupted. The music in the background giving a consistent beat that didn’t bother the atmosphere you two shared within the room rather adding to it.

In silence a hand laid against yours, a small paw more like in the case of Yoongi. A paw that fit perfectly with no eclipsing or being swallowed by your own. He remained still and you could hear his breaths slow indicating he had fallen asleep.

The two of you in a familiar place. Next to each other, not talking, not even looking at one another, just finding comfort in the existence of the other.

[jin-guang-ow]

ok but ever since you guys brought up pm/qyz i havent been able to stop thinking about it, theyd be such an entertaining disaster couple? none of pms usual methods work bc qyz is so uselessly oblivious and straightforward, so 9 times out of 10 hes the one that ends up flustered instead (qyz definitely accidentally declares to the entire heavens how good pm is in bed at some point and pm just wants to die) anyway what im saying is this is a gr8 ship pls take responsibility for making me ship it

Okay the thing about this ship is that it’s so ridiculous it’s impossible to not love it??? Like??? I’m not even sure what to headcanon with these two!?? Like??? Your Quan YiZhen outing Pei Ming as “good in bed” is p much on the spot he’d really do that????

Tbh, I think for a long time Pei Ming had already been playing around with QYZ, in like a joking way that is (ya nasties), so he’d tell QYZ to say certain things and then watch everyone’s reactions. Basically this is par for course behavior for him???? Taking advantage of QYZ’s naivety for fun???

I do genuinely think Pei Ming would dote on QYZ because QYZ is so naive??? He’d probably give him lots of candies and weird small things he finds (when he’s actually doing something that isn’t a woman bahahahaha)

ANYWAYS so because this ship came about because of my “who’s the best in bed?” poll and it contains Pei Ming, it’s hard for me to think about it in any other light that isn’t the papapa light tbh hahahahaha so please forgive me

I imagine they’d start their relations due to something v stupid, idk it might be like QYZ finds PM in the mortal realm probs surrounded by women or something and he’s like woah dude what are you doing here??? Not v pure of you my dude??? And Pei Ming is all “the four human pleasures are eating, drinking, playing, and enjoying. Right now I’m enjoying”

This makes QYZ v confused like what is meant by ‘enjoying’ and then one thing leads to another and PM turns into Ming Daddy™  to teach our naive god a good lesson

But QYZ is like the worst lay and isn’t v reactive the entire time. You know? Like it’s good, but it’s not blowing his mind which crushes Ming Daddy’s spirit. To be fair, he hasn’t slept with men before, though he was certain that wouldn’t be a problem with his experience???

MING DADDY DIDNT GET HIS TITLE FROM BACKING DOWN AFTER ONE BAD TIME THO, okay????

This leads to him giving QYZ a series of lessons like how to kiss properly, communicating during the papapa, so on and so forth. Both of them get much better, and it just becomes a thing????

Eventually QYZ asks if they’re lovers (since they kiss a lot and that’s a thing lovers do, right???) and Ming Daddy, king of commitment issues probably, is like woah dude CALM DOWN and thinking on his feet he’s just like we’re friends with benefits???? And Quan YiZhen is like awww sweet we’re friends how cool, I really needed one of those.

But that’s a bad idea because now Quan YiZhen is gushing about how he’s friends Pei Ming, and not just any friends but friends with benefits?????

THE ENTIRETY OF HEAVEN IS NOW OUT TO MOB PEI MING BECAUSE HE’S SULLYING THEIR PRECIOUS BOY!!!!!!! I personally believe he’d get beat up for like 10 days straight and someone has to pull Quan YiZhen aside and explain everything to him, which only makes it worse because yes, indeed, they DID do the papapa (and more than once because it’s actually quite good)

Idk they’d probably dual cultivate together, and QYZ says that they’re cultivation partners which might be a better plot for their relationship than everything else I just wrote honestly idk, but the same thing would happen with Pei Ming getting beaten up and everyone trying to explain to QYZ what dual cultivation actually is, and Quan YiZhen is like no he really puts it in, and it’s really amazing so we do it a lot

“No no no, not like putting his hand in your hand, but putting his… thing into your… place???”

“That’s exactly what we do?”

(Insert pikachu meme)

But like yeah, I could imagine it also starting because Quan YiZhen wants to increase his cultivation and he hears about dual cultivation. He doesn’t really know what is really is and assumes it’s just like holding hands and stuff, but definitely overhears that Pei Ming is very experienced with it… and if he’s going to learn to do something… he might as well learn from the master??? I think Quan YiZhen would spend a good year trying to convince Pei Ming to teach him lmao

Idk there def has to be the sad moment when Quan YiZhen gets the rude reminder that Pei Ming is/was a manwhore who’s slept around (possibly still sleeping around) with a bunch of different people and he has to confront his FEELINGS which he’d probably be okay with the fact that he liked Pei Ming, but would be upset with the rude awakening that the feelings may not be mutual or that there’s no exclusivity in their weird relationship (but wow I hate the sadness so I can’t even)

Without a doubt, Pei Ming asks Quan YiZhen to call him “Daddy” but Quan YiZhen literally doesn’t understand. “But you’re not my dad????” “That’s not really the point??? It’s more of a sexy thing?” “Why would being my dad be sexy???” Pei Ming would really try to pull out all the moves and seduce Quan YiZhen in an attempt to make him say daddy, it happens, but QYZ is still confused

Modern!AU where Pei Ming is Quan YiZhen’s sugar daddy someone make it happen???????

Idk, I’d have to reread through the parts with QYZ and Pei Ming to think of ones that are more… domestic??? Lmao really I can only think about it as experienced Pei Ming teaching naive Quan YiZhen how to have a good time :)))))) but i’m v soft for couples like this omg

[sainadazai]

Chapter 1

Welcome to U.A highschool!

How you got in, you had no clue, but you were thrilled none-the-less as you approached the large building on the first day of school. See, compared to the others at your entrance exam, you hadn't really stood out.

It was a really tough time considering your whole life was spent getting ready for that moment, but you truly underestimated the people you were up against.

One boy, was flying around on burst of fire, knocking out robot after robot, and you were knelt on the floor still disassembling your first one. Throughout it you couldnt stop comparing your own skills to everyone else's, and everyone else seemed better.

So it came as a huge suprise when a hologram of all-might himself announced that you had been scored second place out of all the applicants. Coming in at 68 points. Maybe the stress kept you from actually counting how many robots you had rendered immobile, or completely turned to mush.

After thinking about it, the test really had been catered to your quirk, you were bound to succeed. Quirk- metal shift vs a ton of robots? Why had you been so worried?

The confidence boost from your score led you to this day, a prideful glint in your eyes as you marched through the halls of U.A. trying to find your class.

Rounding a corner, the sight of a large door with 1A on it met your eyes. Why had the door been so tall? Would there be giants in your class? Is that even a quirk that exists?

So many questions circled your mind, as well as excitement. See, spending your earlier years training all the time had really impacted your social life, or lack-there-of. Being busy means no friends, being a nerd means no friends, being cocky means, you guessed it- no friends.

A hero school had to be different, though. Everyone here would understand the need to focus on work, theyd just be able to work together with you. Opening the door, your face held excitement for the possible friends on the other side. Excitement to have conversations with people, instead of your cat, mochi.

What you didnt account for was how scary it would be for somebody who spent the last 16 years being friends with a cat, to talk to other girls. Or boys. Or anyone.

"Hi, my names mina ashido! I saw you at the exam. Your so cool!"

There she was, a pink skinned girl with beautiful curly hair shaking around in an afro as she spoke. Her black and yellow eyes shiny and focused on you. She had you cornered between her well-toned body and the door, jumping around and advancing.

It must've been years since anyone but your mom had called you 'cool'. Must have been months since another kid innitiated conversation with you. Were you meant to know what to say? Were you supposed to be sorry? That was ussually what you said when people confronted you like this at your old school.

A smile was spread across her round cheeks, so she must not be upset with you. Was it an upset smile? Well, best to just apologize and wait to talk to someone more calm.

You tried to tame your wide eyes and flustered stance before looking the ground and muttering an apology.

Little did you know how her face dropped in confusion at the interaction. She had just wanted to make friends after all. Mina had really not understood the apology either, sure that she had definitely given you a complement.

However a green haired boy entered the room and she was quickly distracted.

A new problem arose now. Where to sit? The plan to be friendly and extroverted had taken a fatal plumet, so in the old y/ns nature, you settled at the seat closest to the back. A boy with dual colored hair sat in the desk next to you, looking fairly unbothered by the other students.

Assuming this wasn't on purpose, you figured you'd try again with the friends thing. So after setting your bag down and sitting quietly in your seat. Allowing the ruffles of your skirt to become even more-so.

"Uhm, hi?" You tilted your head at him, in question with yourself.

His eyes lifted from what he was reading to see if he recognized you, when he didn't they returned to his book. Staring only a side glance.

Well there goes your big ol ego from the exam results. Guess you'll take a jump back into the sea of self doubt.

You slumped sadly in your seat, the boy was quite pretty, hair vibrant red and shining white. Pale skin, all over except for a large scar over his eye. You wondered if it hurt? Or was it old enough to just be a painful memory? Was it even a scar, it could be a birthmark?

Thoughts circled your head like that often, you were just always so curious. How could you not be curious when you knew so little?

Shifting uncomfortable in your seat, and relentlessly shraightening your uniform you caught on to the other conversations in the room.

A mean looking boy sat with his feet on the desk, while another frantically told him to stop. It was quite the funny scene, you even found yourself smiling at it. How can it be so easy for them, you wished you had maybe taken more time to read on social dynamics before applying here.

Maybe you could read more about it when you got home? I'd be nice to interact like that some day.

A green haired boy looked very flustered as he spoke with a female classmate. Everyone seemed to be in the class, you counted 20 people.

"If your just here to make friends then you can pack up your stuff now"

I looked all around me but couldnt tell where that deep voice came from. Must be an authoritive figure, or else why would he threaten our places here?

Still not finding the origin of the voice, it spoke again.

"Welcome to U.A.'s hero course.." The monotone of it was quite jarsh, but the voice was soothing in a way. Deep and rumbley and soothing? Your thoughts were getting ahead of you, really.

Then, over by the entrance, a yellow caterpillar stood up and unzipped itself. Wait, what?

Out stepped a black haired man, dressed in a long sleave shirt.

"It took eight seconds for you to shut up, thats not gonna work. Time is precious."

He completely dropped his shell of yellow to the floor.

"Rational students would understand that."

Four students stood right in front of the man, shock and disbelief on their faces. Why hadnt they realized he is our teacher? Are they dumb? If so, how'd they get into U.A.?

From the way he refered to us and his assertive tone, he must be the teacher. Thats also made obvious by our current lack of teacher, him being the only adult in the room. What was that yellow thing though?

"Hello, Im shota aizawa, your teacher."

Yes, you knew that. However, it seems everyone surrounding you was taken aback by this. All simotaneously gasping at his statement.

"Right, lets get to it, put these on and head outside" he held up a p.e. uniform, clear enough instruction.

So students shuffled around to grab uniforms and head to bathrooms til we all made it outside.

-

"What!? A quirk assesment test!?" The whole class question, too loudly for your liking.

However you did question on the inside. It would make sense your teacher wanted to scope your abilities now, that way progress could be measurable. It would also help him know what he is working with.

A squeaky voiced girl worried about missing orientation, but you were dreaming that anyway. You wanted to be a hero, and it wasnt allowed to use your quirk elsewhere. So this was possibly the best start to the day.

"You've been taking standardized tests most of your lives, but you never got to use your quirk before."

Bold of him to assume. You hadn't actually learned that cheating was bad until the age of 10 so, until then, you used your quirk for everything. Cheating tests included, but it would be fun to see how this played out.

The faces around you were all focused and stiff, ready for whatever task this would present. The dual haired boy being amongst those stiff faces, but his seemed almost bored. He didn't really act like he wanted to be her at all.

That made you mad, why even come if you don't wanna be here? Its so hard to get in here, and there were other people like you out there, who have wanted this since they were born. He would waste a spot just so he could be bored?

"Bakugou, you managed to get the most points on the entrance exam," Mr.Aizawa adresses that boy you were worried about.

You remembered his face, how he was beating you so fluidly the whole time. However, if he scored highest, your only one rank below him. Hope he is a strong competidor for first, so it'll be all the more glorifying when you take that spot from under him.

"What was your furthest throw with a softball, when you were in junior high?"

"67 meters i think..."

"Right. Try doing it with your quirk. "

-

"Anything goes, just stay in the circle. Go on, your wasteing our time."

"Alright man, you asked for it.." He stretched his arms, confidence written all over his face.

What a fun rival, if only you could actually speak with him. If this is what all of you will have to do, not sure how succecful you can be. You quirk is awesome for sparring and combat, but throwing a ball? Your gonna have to figure that one out quick, before you start of the year with a bad grade.

The blonde swung his arm back, and around in a baseball pitch motion. Then as he release it, some sort of explosion emmited from his hand. Softball no where to be seen, you glanced around at my fellow students. Shock, especially the green haired boy, they were all shocked.

You wanted to be shocked, but you were aware of his power, he really didn't go all out in the entrance exam at all. This blasting was way stronger than what you saw him using on robots.

Yet, you werent shocked, you were impressed, excited, thrilled to have other strong quirks around.

You had to know everyones quirks as soon as possible, you had to make friends. This is why you came here, to be a hero. So when you glanced to your side, at the scar boy with a stone face, another thing was added to your list.

You were gonna get him to want to talk to you.

[dahniwitchoflight]

Undertale Character Thoughts

OH BOY this is a blast from the past lol

anyway, listening to undertale music lately has sparked a sort of thought process in me, which is basically how I define the differences between the character’s of Frisk and Chara, and I think Ive settled on something pretty key to their overall stories.

How They Fell.

in the case of Frisk, I think they just merely fell. My headcanons for Frisk include that they were abandoned by their family up on the mountain to die from exposure, but Frisk trying to get back ended up causing them to fall underneath MT. Ebott into the underground instead.

By Frisk’s generation, most of the legend had simply been eroded down to “if you climb the mountain, you will never return.” I actually wonder if they even knew that long long ago there was a war, monsters had been sealed underground, because the opening of undertale has the climbing legend happen AFTER the timeskip where Frisk is shown. Anyway by that point, the legend about never returning seemed to be attached to the mountain itself as being a cursed place in general, not because there was a danger of encountering long sealed away monsters, that was impossible to the human’s of Frisk’s time, even if just for the sole reason of “everyone forgot monsters were even actually down there”.

But when Frisk fell into a place that turned out to be inhabited by all these strange and funny looking creatures, they were probably more curious than afraid, maybe they connected that these were the monsters from their childhood fairytales, maybe not

but the ambiguity of it to Frisk left them open to being able to make friends with them instantly and naturally and blah blah blah pacifist route basically

that’s Frisk.

now, in Chara’s case, they were the First Fallen Child, and that makes a world of difference.

my thoughts for how Chara fell, is basically that they didn’t fall, they were thrown down there as punishment by the other humans. In a time were the existence of monsters down there as a dangerous species that they had been at war with that would probably kill humans was still very fresh in the human’s minds. 

However, I don’t believe Chara as a human child did anything to actually deserve being thrown to their death by their village or family. Maybe they were an exceptionally naughty kid. Maybe they DID do something Bad one time that was really bad, but instead of trying to teach Chara or let them understand why it was Bad. They named them a Demon who did Bad things and decided to punish their Badness by throwing them down with the other “monsters” and dying down there, go away from us, you who is not human, but a Demon like those that live down there. etc

So Chara’s “fall” was terrifying, full of confusion, betrayal and abandonment from those Chara thought had loved them. Never understanding why they were thrown in the first place, and basically landing immediately next to a being they thought was going to kill them for sure. A Monster.

Asriel himself states that Chara fell for an unhappy reason, and that they hated humanity because of it. Very likely this is the version of events that Toriel/Asgore explained to Asriel, don’t give small innocent child all the horrible details yknow, they don’t really need it. But I’m sure Toriel and Asgore saw the obvious.

anyway, instead, what happened was Asriel brought them back to his parents, and Toriel and Asgore raised and loved Chara as one of their own child.

and here’s the important part, Chara does truly love Asriel, Toriel and Asgore. It probably does take an adjustment period at first sure, but they DO truly all love eachother and Chara is a Good Person at heart, but also just a child who doesn’t know any better, maybe wasn’t taught WHY certain things can be good or bad, only punished for any mistakes they happened to have made without given a chance to fix them.

Here’s a quote from Asgore when talking to Frisk in one of the ending’s “ Young one, when I look at you... I'm reminded of the human that fell here long ago... You have the same feeling of hope in your eyes. “ 

HOPE, not Rage or Hatred or any other negative emotion, but HOPE.

The thing that spoils it, is what happens when Chara feels once again, that they were betrayed and left to die by someone they thought loved them like family.

and it happens because, Chara made a mistake, they did something BAD. they put buttercups in butterscotch pie. Doing something this Bad before got them thrown away by their old family. There’s no saying this new family wouldn’t do the same to them this time.

So, Chara needed to fix it, NEEDED TO. In their mind, that was the only way they wouldn’t be abandoned again. 

In the game, we can find text from Asriel’s point of view stating Chara hatched a plan right after this event for them to give Asriel their Soul, so Asriel could get six more from the humans and they could have unlocked the underground setting everyone free.

now, some people can interpret this as Chara got the idea to die from buttercups by watching Asgore nearly do it, and this allowed Chara to do what they wanted from the very beginning, which was kill all humans, them dying let’s their soul go to Asriel, making them more powerful enough to kill everyone. But Asgore’s line about Chara’s eye’s being filled with Hope, not Rage, to me doesn’t feel like the right motivation/idea that Chara got from that. 

especially when you think thw worst and say Chara was murderous towards humans from the beginning, and knew the buttercups might have killed asgore before he ate them, why even waste that step on Asgore??? why not just, eat the buttercups from the beginning and go straight to murder town if you knew they were deadly? it was only stated that they hated humans, not monsters, the only thing theyd be towards monsters is afraid if anything, and why would Asriel say they kept insisting on 6 more souls, not ALL humans?

especially because, how would Chara know that making a monster/human hybrid would make them super strong? Chara only knew that a human Soul was needed to cross the barrier, that monsters couldn’t do it without a human soul. and if you’re assuming that Chara only brings Asriel across to get him to die to humans, (because if Chara wanted all humanity to die why not go by themself?) that’s also wrong, because Chara themselves says “I didnt understand, i thought our plan failed.” OUR

to me, the more likely explanation seems like Chara not only felt responsible for their mistake with the buttercups, but felt responsible for the “mistake” of the humans in sealing monsters down there in the first place, and taking it upon themselves to fix not just one small mistake, but to fix every mistake, to solidify their place within Asriel’s family, because Bad things that go unsolved/unfixed make things like “getting thrown down a mountain and left to die there” happen in Chara’s mind

but it goes wrong. it goes so wrong. Chara assumed that Asriel would naturally have the same hatred towards humanity that Chara did, afterall, Asriel was a monster, and humans did all this wrong stuff towards monsters. But Asriel was born after the monsters were sealed, the underground was all he ever knew, Humans were a boogeyman story to him. Asriel never had the direct hateful urge to kill humans that Toriel or Asgore might have.

So Chara relied on Asriel to be able to do what they thought he could do, kill humans, get 6 souls, come back and free all monsters. But Asriel couldn’t, he stood there and took the attacks (because he was a child with no desire to hurt those he didn’t know had wronged him), in Chara’s mind, Asriel let the humans win and kill both of them, in Chara’s mind, Asriel betrayed Chara and left them to die

and also, I think in Chara’s mind, they probably didn’t understand really what Death was. They had kind of an idea, from Asgore, that he was hurt by it, and they knew eating buttercups would let their Soul go to Asriel

but Chara as just a soul was still there in Asriel, urging him onwards, even if Chara understood what death was, they maybe didn’t understand the permanence of it, they probably thought theyre soul could go back into their body afterwards, just like the souls of the six humans they needed to break the barriers, sure you needed to be hurt pretty badly for your soul to come out, but as far as Chara a child knew, they were a soul and they were still here, it was undoable or not as bad, or they just werent fully aware of all the consequences of those things

anyway, the point is, after all of that, Chara dies thinking their family had betrayed them once again

so by the time they are awoken in a certain timeline, by Frisk killing their first monster. In genocide, Chara says that Frisk’s determination and human soul awakened them from death, but also says that the strength to be awoken like that was from the player’s urge to raise their attack and LOVE, which can only be done if you kill someone

so the experience of Death, in general, is probably what awakens Chara, who from their own point of view, was just confused that Asriel’s and Their plan had failed, but through the player’s choice to continue murdering, Chara becomes twisted not only by their hurt and betrayal, but by the admission of the player that murder was an okay response to people who had hurt you

so by the end of Genocide Chara becomes twisted into this murderous being that wants to kill everyone who ever hurt them

my point basically for all of this, is that Chara never becomes “evil” before their actual death, just a scared confused child who’s been hurt by everyone they ever knew. It’s the player (or from an ingame, instory perspective, Frisk) who teaches them that murder is the way to respond to being hurt.

don’t get me wrong, Chara obviously already thought that hurting people back who hurt you was alright, if someone pushes you you push them back, no one had ever bothered to teach them otherwise. But I fully believe that until their own death, they didnt understand the permanency of what to die actually means. 

they just knew that when Asgore got really hurt, it was bad, and when they themselves got really “hurt” and sick, they stayed concious and aware as a Soul, so surely dying and being a Soul was bad but not all that bad, those other humans can “die” and let us borrow their souls, they’ll come back somehow and be fine just like me and Asriel will, right? Just like Asgore did, right?

and overall, it is the player who changes Chara into the genocidal maniac at endgame, changes them from only RESPONDING to hurt with hurt, but actively seeking those who havent hurt them and hurting them first. Chara’s life and story definitely set them up for feelings of hurt and betrayal towards all things, towards everyone they thought loved them, and feelings of mistrust to everyone. 

But they are taught how to respond to those feelings that by the player. Both Frisk and Chara are actually. Frisk is still a character in genocide route, they don’t become Chara throughout the game, Chara only manifests at the end. The Player is the one who teaches Frisk that you can attack strangers just because they look scary or you don’t like them. 

and Chara probably does exist in some form in the pacifist route, they were brought back to “life” or conciousness by Frisk’s determination and Soul. That doesn’t change in either route I think. and seeing how the player and Frisk respond to things that might hurt them in pacifist is probably the first time they were ever directly taught how to respond to things like that. But only genocide route gives Chara enough “power” to manifest outside of Frisk.

anyway that’s my little chitchat on this subject, i spent hours getting all my thoughts out coherently and in order enough that its understandable, but this is basically how I end up viewing both Chara and Frisk, in both routes each.

[heyitscmei]

so i see theres some theory talk floating around

but this post isnt really to do with theories so much as characterization

i had a whole thread over on twitter but ill just copy and paste some thoughts here in regards to one particular post ive seen floating around and some posts linked within im not trying to start fights or anything, im just expressing some thoughts of my own which is why im not linking to the post in question anyways

just a reminder, keith isnt a good liar so unless he became a good liar in the time that shiro was gone, i sincerely dont think he was lying to shiro when he told him that the team needed him

but whether or not he became a good liar or not, one thing is certain based on what weve been shown:

keith is a capable leader, but he still hasnt quite grown into the role yet

keith still hasnt quite learned how to pick his battles

thats why i dont think its quite right to say that hes more capable of a leader than shiro with time, he could be thats something even shiro himself saw in keith: potential 

however something thats been made clear to us is that keith still needs to learn a little

shiro on the other hand, has experience being in a leader role hes the garrisons golden boy, the pilot of the kerberos mission and he was the head of voltron for a reason black chose him for a reason

he is capable he is a role model for keith keith tells shiro that the team needs him that he cant do it and isnt as good of a leader as shiro because its what he believes to be true

keith is honest and straightforward he knows hes lacking and he doesnt try to pretend that hes a perfect leader he KNOWS hes still struggling between doing what he WANTS to do and doing what he SHOULD do - with accepting that the things he wants to do arent necessarily good for the team to be doing

hes grown immensely in the time he has been leader, but hes not the leader they need to defeat lotor not the way he is right now and he KNOWS that

as for shiro... i can agree that maybe leading voltron gave him control something that hed been robbed of in his captivity but i also dont think that hes the type to really let things like betrayal or jealousy or whatever cloud his vision shiro from the start has always seemed to put their purpose before himself hes never given the impression of being a selfish enough person to have issues over who the leader is he seems more likely to be the type to think 'if this is what it takes, well do it this way'

i think hes being genuine when he says hes glad the team didnt lose sight of things in his absence because thats just how he is hes glad that his absence didnt become their undoing because hes only one person winning the war means saving a lot more than that hes proud of them for that because thats shiro thats what hes like selfless but driven

not once has he ever complained about being thrust into this war even though hes got more than enough reasons to complain because he sees this mission and he knows its for the greater good he knows first hand how bad it can be he wants to spare people from that its like hes selfless to a fault so i dont think he actually has any issues with feeling left out or feeling as though hes the odd one out from the team if that were really the case, i dont think hed guide from the castle as easily as he is theres no reservations or hesitation he doesnt seem to think 'im not part of this anymore' so much as 'im part of this, but in a different way from usual'

keith is so willing to step aside for shiro because ultimately he still believes wholeheartedly that shiro is most suited to lead

keith has never cared about claiming or holding onto the leader position

now in the interest of explaining why i dont think the reasons the OP of the post mentioned that make shiro a bad leader dont actually make shiro a bad leader, i addressed each reason individually so 1) in regards to when shiro tries to carry lance outside after lance protects coran from the bomb

why does he do it? well its not a good idea to leave an injured teammate alone, for one for two, if the explosion was within the castle, its pretty reasonable to think the castle isnt safe either ultimately, while the castle is big, you dont want to be cornered in the very place that the galra are likely to infiltrate

what are the galra after? the lions where are the lions? in the castle where will the galra be going then? the castle so where do you not want to be with your injured teammate? the castle

not to mention, without the crystal, the castle is generally nonfunctional the chances of lance being okay are ultimately greater if shiro gets him out of the castle at least, its a risk shiro is willing to take

why tell pidge to come back when shiro will have the easier time getting lance to safety? not to mention shiro is already there with him its not like he could tell when exactly pidge would be done sending coran and hunk off theres also no telling how long it would take for pidge to get to them its not a wise decision to just stay put inside the enemies main target while knowing the team was so separated

tell allura to come back? let keith check the arusian village by himself? thats not a smart idea either we know that it was ruse to separate them, but the team didnt know that at the time dramatic irony

so from shiros perspective, its better if allura and keith go to the arusian village together because at least they have an ally to watch their backs in the event that something is wrong you dont hear that a village is under attack and assume it wont be dangerous safety in numbers    

2) regarding shiro and his decisions about when to fight and when not to fight

its worth mentioning that first and foremost, shiro never makes a decision that he doesnt wait for the others inputs on hes not the type to force them to do something if the majority disagrees with his decisions

but a very important thing about being a leader is knowing when to choose your battles this is especially emphasized in s3 however, whether to fight or retreat hasnt always necessarily been dependent on whether the odds are in their favour or not

one such exception is when they decided to take on zarkons command center

shiro knew that keith was right when he said theyd be bringing zarkon exactly what he wants he wasnt ignoring him shiro was the one who said himself that the odds would be against them even in season 1 it isnt as though he suddenly changed his mind what changed was that they had allura

and allura is a lot more than just a part of the team shes the altean princess shes the true leader of the entire damn war shes too important for them to lose

things they lose if they lose allura? - the ability to wormhole, thus reducing their mobility by a great deal - a key figurehead in the war and the person who best handles the talks and meetings with the other planets

not to mention that she has powers all of them lack, including coran

someone like that isnt exactly easily replaced

shiro said it himself when the others reminded him he was the one who said they shouldnt take on zarkons central command at first they had no choice but to attack zarkons command center

they had to try because, the way he probably saw it, the war was as good as lost if they didnt save allura anyways

in s2 when zarkon manages to keep finding them, keith says they can fight that they should fight (this is actually considered a flaw that he needs to overcome, and is addressed in s3 - he needs to learn to choose his battles) but shiro says that they dont stand a chance against zarkon and his entire fleet

again, he didnt just suddenly change his mind and hes not being hypocritical in any way he explains why they cant because keith doesnt know how to pick his battles yet

they pull back, because shiro doesnt yet see a chance for them to come out of the battle victoriously theyre not prepared yet

later when shiro says that they will be attacking, its different its on their terms its not him listening to keith because he suddenly saw an error in his own judgement or whatever this is shiro acknowledging that there is an advantage to be gained this way they have a chance here that isnt more likely to leave them all dead thats called picking your battles

shiro isnt a bad leader for it in fact, its exactly what will make keith a better leader in s3

3) regarding shiro and keith and leadership 

shiro does not have 'a lot of nerve' to tell keith that he has to control his emotions if hes going to lead

shiro is well aware of the fact that sometimes, when youre put into a position where youre responsible for not just yourself, but a whole team of people, you cant let your judgement be clouded by emotions sometimes the things you have to do are not always the things you want to do

its true that keith is rational and can make smart decisions, but in the context of when shiro says this to keith its because he acknowledges that keith still lets emotions cloud his vision sometimes and the scene prior was one of those times you cant lash out at your team you have to talk to them properly thats the kind of thing shiro is trying to have keith understand

(and for the record, the decision to attack zarkons command center was not a decision that seemed to be based on emotion. at the time they attacked, shiro was not aware of the control zarkon still had over the black lion, so he couldnt have been scared of that and sure he might have been scared about what would happen to himself, to allura, to the team, but it was a risk they had to take because allura is too crucial to their mission - thats not an emotional decision its a smart one)

but hes not saying "dont be like me" to keith when he says keith has to control his emotions hes saying this because he acknowledges that keith has potential but he also acknowledges that his potential is still hindered by things that keith needs to work on and overcome

also, keith going against zarkon was not emotionally driven it was more likely keiths idea of a way to gain a huge advantage in the war no emperor to lead automatically means that the opposing side is weakened substantially

it wasnt necessarily the right thing to do either keith had no idea of what zarkon was capable of (pick your battles - going in blind isnt exactly advisable and coran even TELLS him not to do it. coran has been shown to have known more, which is a given considering he was present 10000 years ago)

also shiro doesnt have blind faith in keith for a long time now, canon has been hinting that shiro and keith have a backstory shiro knows keith better than anyone else because the rescue from the garrison was very clearly not their first meeting ("its good to have you back", “its good to be back”)

also the insinuation that shiro is not fit to lead because he has ptsd... yikes i dont think i need to elaborate on why exactly that implication is yikes-worthy

its true that keith displays leadership potential early on in the show but this doesnt necessarily mean that shiro isnt a good leader and that keith is automatically better

shiro isnt perfect, but hes a great leader canon has told us time and time again that keith has to grow into the role

(also the reason keith follows shiro and not the other way around: shiro changed his life. shiro is a positive person in his life and keith both trusts and relies on him because shiro didnt give up on him. this is why he follows shiro)

shiro doesnt "hold him back" shiros done nothing but push keith forward and support him keith would be insulted if someone thought shiro was any less than his biggest supporter (”if it wasnt for you, my life would have been a lot different”, “shiro is the only person who didnt give up on me -  i wont give up on him”) shiro showing keith reason and explaining why they cant follow through on some of the things keith wants to do isnt "holding him back"

its true keith sees a lot of good stuff in shiro but the same is true for shiro to keith its mutual and shiro tells keith he wants him to lead voltron not because he doesnt want keith to follow him and wants to follow keith instead he tells keith this because shiro acknowledges that sometimes in war, things happen he could die and hes had some close calls he wants keith to lead because he knows he can trust keith to lead the team he knows that if keith leads, even if hes gone the team will be left in capable hands hes been trying to nurture that

4) in regards to keith stopping pidge from leaving and shiro stopping keith

keith is right about pidge putting two people over the universe however shiro is right about how you cant force people to be part of the team you dont nurture bonds that way you dont build a team that way

why? how do you expect to build a functioning team if a member is reluctant to be part of it

personally speaking, when i dont want to do something i dont end up doing the thing as well as i could be and im unhappy doing the thing the whole time

thats not good for the team shiro knows this and so, if pidges mind really cant be changed, he wont force her to stay also, paladins can be replaced and im sure shiro knows that considering when they first met allura, she asked them what happened to the blue lions paladin they know there were paladins before they know that they are not the first they are not the only paladins

it wouldve set them back, but if they really needed to, theyd look for a new green paladin to take pidges place you cant fight a war with someone who isnt willing to fight a war

also to say that shiro doesnt care about finding the holts as much is just.. first of all, weve established that shiro puts their purpose first im more sure that he wants to find them and just knows they dont have the time to put all their focus on finding two people when a universe is at stake

whether they have to find a new green paladin hinges on pidge, but hes not going to force her to stay besides, forcing someone to stay and fight a war... it doesnt sound like a good idea, ultimately keiths heart is in the right place and he has the right idea, but theres more to being a leader than telling people what to do its a job that requires understanding, especially for the people within the team

its true it wouldve been dangerous for pidge, but shiro is a recently escaped captive from the galra empire this, in addition to who he seems to be as a person... i think the last thing he wants to do is keep someone somewhere against their will and force them into doing something

and shiro telling keith he wants him to lead wasnt him trying to force the role on keith he was trying to give voltron the biggest winning chance in the event that he would be unable to lead them (for obvious reasons considering theyre fighting a war)

and thats about everything i have to say but im just leaving these here to organize some of those thoughts its kind of a mess but i tried to address everything i order as best as i could

[punkscowardschampions]

Ali & Carly

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Carly: yea Carly: no fun Ali: Leben ist kein Ponyhof Carly: give drew a slap for me k Ali: it would be my pleasure Ali: can i ask how he's pissed on your parade from over here tho Carly: the boy played me Carly: he wanted me to beg for what id just given him the prick Carly: shouldnt have drunk this much this soon my bad Ali: he's a fuckboy Ali: you knew that Ali: my sister on the other hand remains frustratingly oblivious Carly: dont be mad at me Carly: ive been trying to get him to dump her this whole coach ride Ali: I'm not mad at you, babe Ali: no room with how much ugh I have for him Ali: well, hopefully she will him Carly: he thinks shes gonna fuck him in berlin Ali: prick Ali: won't when she finds out Carly: you cant say anything cuz i wasnt meant to Ali: Let himself fuck it up then Ali: he's not being subtle Carly: he cant do subtle Carly: me and him have that in common like Ali: Carly Ali: do you like him? Carly: why Ali: because I think you do Carly: it doesn't matter what you think Carly: he thinks she's girlfriend material & im a slag Carly: hes not wrong either Ali: If you like him, then you should say Ali: regardless, shouldn't let him be a cunt to you, and Ro in the process Ali: who the fuck is he Carly: ha Carly: i dont like anyone baby Carly: I'm just bored Carly: berlins a whole new party Ali: well, good Ali: one less worry Ali: I wish you the perfect holiday fling Carly: aw Carly: youre still the sweetest Carly: sure you dont want a drink while theres some left? Ali: need it now so fuck it Ali: chuck it over Carly: come over Carly: you kno youre the sporty one Carly: i cant be throwing things round the coach Ali: alright, you calling baby spice, I assume? Carly: or scary Carly: depends whos asking Carly: cant be posh tho Ali: yeah you can Ali: she weren't even and you can rock that pout just as well Carly: aw Carly: you should be baby tho youre the cutest Ali: little school all over again, we can't all be baby, lads! 😂 Ali: i'll be ginger, if you wore that iconic dress on your site, you'd get lynched Carly: yea Carly: & if anyone would cause drama by going solo its you Carly: Marlene been knew Ali: Ouch 💔 Ali: but fair Ali: Already thinking about her due to namesake birthplace but you really went there Ali: please tell me I haven't tanked as hard, not got Drew's fragile ego like but 😥 Carly: you kno im just mad youre not thinking about me Carly: dont listen to a word i say Carly: goldies got a fragile heart now too, so sad you broke up w me & stole his bf on top Carly: someone think of the golden god Ali: baby Ali: yeah, that's TOTALLY what the weird vibe is all about Ali: moody twat, soz a threesome is outta the question now Carly: he likes you too Carly: thats a thing Carly: playing like im the one hung up but he is Ali: Nah Ali: that boy don't know what he wants Ali: not down for him using my bestie and sister to find out though, fuck off and soul search like the rest Carly: he wants you Carly: but you got your boy & he shouldnt be trying to mess w Carly: meant to be his boy too Ali: so he reckons but give him 5 minutes before he weren't arsed Ali: don't trust him as far as I can throw him so ain't taking his word on that either like Ali: exactly Ali: 🐍 Carly: id leave him alone if he was happy being w her but i kno he isnt Carly: not letting him lie to me Ali: it doesn't have to be your problem Ali: or your job to make him happy Ali: knew it though Carly: ha Carly: it isn't my problem Carly: & i cant keep a job you kno Carly: couldnt do that one if i was paid like Ali: no one can babe Ali: not to be that hippie cliche about it Ali: but forreal, gotta do that shit himself Carly: its Carly: how he makes me feel sometimes Carly: not happy im not living that lie but Carly: its not nothing & sometimes its good you kno Ali: yeah Ali: i know Ali: but you can have more, if you want Ali: that is possible Ali: you don't have to settle for sometimes good Carly: youre sweet but youre a dreamer babe Carly: ive got nothing going on not in my head & not around me Carly: theres no more than settling down on the site or settling for being off whenever i can Ali: s'not true Carly: yea it is Carly: you dont want it to be but that dont mean its not Carly: me and that boy have more in common than not being subtle like Ali: it ain't Ali: doesn't have to be Ali: nothing is set in stone unless you pour the fucking cement yourself, like Carly: it doesnt have to be doing it but it can still get poured Carly: forget it tho Carly: im drinking on empty & feeling sorry for myself Carly: no fun in that Ali: ain't that fast drying Ali: dust yourself off and run Carly: where to babe Carly: nowhere to go but the coach bathroom Carly: been there done that Ali: well hang on a bit and we'll be in a whole new country, babe Ali: promise is a promise and we can start in Berlin Carly: but 3s a crowd when its not a party Carly: im not trying to mess you & your boy up Carly: cant tell drew off if i do Ali: nah Ali: it ain't like that Ali: not got the blinkers on and knowing each other's passwords and schedules Ali: got trust Carly: yea? Carly: got food too or Carly: cuz im gonna vom if you say no Ali: Yes Ali: Lemme food parcel Carly: if you havent lost the knack Carly: been awhile Ali: 😔 Ali: i'm soz Carly: dont be Carly: you kno i love you Carly: no drama Ali: i love you too Ali: and you would tell me if you needed something wouldn't you Ali: 'cos that ain't changed, i'm still here Ali: unlucky bitch Carly: unlucky for you Carly: shouldnt be on site unless theres something in it for you babe Carly: all i need is to remember breakfast before i get on a sess Carly: & to dilute my spirits sometimes too Ali: there is, you nutter Ali: there you go, who said school trips weren't educational? only on the bus and you're whacking out the wisdom already Carly: not as thick as i look Carly: ms woodfield was thinking it too i reckon Carly: she might kno but im still gonna blame the shit driver if i vom Carly: try and stop me bitch Ali: you look nothing but amazing hush Ali: she's down with the kids, she'll hold your hair back Carly: you hush Carly: trying to make me emotional in front of the front of the coach Ali: it's alright, join Millie Rooney and say you're homesick 😉 Carly: idk whats sadder everyone thinking im crying over an empty caravan or that prick thinking its about him Ali: 😬 i know what i reckon Ali: better dry those tears, babygirl Carly: get his phone for me tho yea Carly: i am mad he gets me & i get nothing back Carly: use the magic Ali: use my mad hacking skillz gotcha Ali: but should I use them for good and accidentally forward some incriminating shit to Ro? 🤔 Ali: this is why we're not meant to play God Carly: do what you must Carly: i trust you Ali: don't worry, sure you're not the only girl he's been chatting too Ali: no offense meant obvs but you know Ali: don't have to drop you in it, as if its your fault but idk, Ro isn't always willing to be entirely rational when it comes to him Carly: idc she never liked me much anyways Carly: better that than dropping some naive random in it Carly: everyones seen me naked if it blows up Carly: old news Carly: & the vid was good too i look hot Ali: hmm, good point on the random Ali: and I don't doubt that you did Ali: I'll have to think on this a bit harder Carly: k Carly: if everyone gets in my inbox ill kno Ali: god Ali: people are gross Carly: can be fun sometimes Carly: cant all be angels like you babe Ali: 🖕 Ali: you know i ain't Carly: i kno you are Carly: too sweet Ali: pot kettle baby Ali: but your secret's safe with me 😘 Carly: ha Carly: its no secret im only sweet to you so youre the only one who needs to kno Ali: 'cos people suck Ali: that's no secret Ali: not gonna waste your time, are you, like Carly: not as good at picking out the deserving ones as you Carly: no secret i fuck up more than i dont Carly: how many bad decisions can i make before berlin tho Ali: nah, you're just too nice for your own good Ali: you know he don't deserve it but people have made the same (wrong) judgment on you so you can't do it back Ali: to anyone Ali: even genuinely shitty people, or people who'd be better off for the nudge of nah Carly: now whos dropping the wisdom Carly: ill just screenshot those few sentences for my ma when she's on at me Carly: im a nice person bitch Ali: 💅☕ though Ali: i'll translate it into spanish for her if she's not getting the memo in plain english Carly: ha Carly: she got well excited cuz she thought berlin had a red light district Carly: thought she was gonna get in my bags Carly: one way to stop me fucking drew in the front row but Ali: pretending i didn't hear that last bit ew Ali: moving on Ali: she wanna get in the windows or like? Carly: she did get the sack so probs Carly: or she thinks itll be like magic mike the german dub idk Ali: oh honey Ali: every nights a hen night Ali: 🙄 Carly: imagine if theyd let mas and das on this trip Carly: i couldnt have come Ali: me either Ali: no one needs that Carly: your ma is so scary Carly: but shed put goldie in his place Carly: probs shouldve brought her Carly: keep me behaving Ali: she literally wants to murder him Ali: need a restraining order and more than mr murray and mr latimer to keep her back Carly: ha Carly: love it Carly: cant she break up the happy couple Carly: my da did me & this beautiful traveller lad that took my v Ali: 💔 Ali: is he married now Ali: if we're doing matchmaking Ali: but in answer, she learnt that forbidding something makes it 1000x more likely to happen and in more secretive, intense ways so Ali: I'm soz Ro, really fucked you over on that one Carly: idk my da literally moved them on Carly: threat of getting the law Carly: k but he still wouldnt be into it Carly: i feel bad for her Ali: ugh Ali: so romeo and juliet, baby you must've been so about it 'til he fucked it up that hard Ali: yeah, i know Ali: i'll figure out something Carly: i was only 12 so i did have the mindset Carly: worth it tho Carly: prettiest boy ive ever seen Ali: swizzle on that, goldilocks Carly: everyone wanted to fuck him Carly: the whole site was feeling the love Carly: fun times Ali: like a beatle was living in your back garden Ali: love that Carly: i peaked Carly: all there is now is a golden god who behaves like a idiot boy Ali: i mean, won't take offense 😒 sat right here and all but no 😉 Ali: there's a whole world of dick out there i promise you Ali: some attached to boys who don't behave like one Carly: ha Carly: you know you're my fave Carly: but youre sat next to him so I cant tell it Ali: 💚 Ali: won't even tell you who i lost my v to Ali: too shaming Carly: now you have to Ali: 😬😫 Ali: okay but then i'm going for a piss so i don't have to feel the pity Carly: baby id never feel sorry for you Carly: w my life come on Ali: you might sympathize though 'cos it was ronan Ali: why he got all weird, probs Ali: eurgh repressed memories flooding back in with the shame 😂 Carly: shit Carly: i told drew all first times are bad but wouldnt wish him on you like that Carly: oh ronan Carly: he better not have treated you like he did me Carly: ill fucking kill him like Ali: aw babe Ali: my hero 💪 Ali: you know what he's like but that shit is long in the past with us so meh Carly: im gonna cry Carly: babe thats sad Carly: & now ms woodfield is staring at me k Ali: don't cry silly Ali: is what it is Carly: im crying and planning murder Ali: you went there too, and other various dickheads, so where's my invite to this party? Carly: but youre perfect Carly: and it was your first time Carly: actual tears in the front row Ali: oh babe Ali: i'm coming over Ali: bog roll in hand Carly: youre too good Carly: im so sad Ali: 😇 that's you Carly: all you tho Ali: nu-uh Ali: you you you Carly: i cant argue cuz im blinded by my tears Ali: not the greatest victory I've ever then Ali: but I'll take it if you smile again Carly: waiting for ms woodfield to tell me i need jesus Carly: ill laugh then Ali: okay, i'll try and lead the convo and her like Ali: we got this, woody Carly: nah if you try and lead her anywhere itll only go one way Carly: teachers pet Ali: 😂 Ali: do you reckon she loves that everyone lowkey drools over her 'cos she's the right side of 40 Ali: or is she desperately job hunting like these fucking kids Carly: i can see in her eyes she loves it Carly: she hates me cuz i dont Carly: facts Ali: not 'cos you never do your work, nah 😏 Carly: & im drunk as fuck rn on her watch Ali: i mean Ali: if YOU were doing your job properly darling Ali: mad you beat her to it, they always get plastered on trips Carly: yea Carly: bet shed take nudes in the bathroom if she had someone to send them to Ali: ooh what teacher could she homewreck Ali: school trip always a perfect place to start an affair Carly: Mr O'Brien could get it if you were old Ali: good shout Ali: getting out my bow as we speak Carly: Mr Cork is alright too but he looks like he'd shower after holding hands Carly: weird Ali: I mean Ali: cleanliness is next to godliness Ali: dirty hoe Carly: ha Carly: you kno it Ali: might be a serial killer Ali: but you wouldn't catch nowt off him Carly: dont have to go home if he murders me Carly: scatter me in berlin lad Ali: 😨😭 noooooo Ali: even if i could go neeson and avenge you Carly: dont go neeson off set tho Carly: your boy wouldnt love the racism Ali: don't wanna be that bitch Ali: problematique Carly: enough bitches on this coach Carly: for once not looking at you ms woodfield Carly: we ever getting there? i thought getting wasted would make me less bored not more Ali: and lowkey racists Ali: all comes out the woodworks when you outed, that gay bashing all afresh like Ali: seriously, why couldn't we go on a plane Carly: & overt racists Carly: that cash tho Carly: how would the teachers afford to get wrecked if they blew the budget Carly: gotta blow each other first Ali: ☕ Ali: dickheads Carly: when goldilocks isnt the biggest twat on the coach tho Carly: idk what to do w that Carly: universe trying to make me like him Ali: give him time Ali: sure he'll reclaim his title 💪 Carly: he'd love a crown Carly: or a medal Carly: get crafting Ali: only if I can get biblical Ali: crown of thorns, you mean barbed wire, okay Carly: ha Carly: im tired come & nap w me Ali: okay boo Ali: as far as pillows go 😏 Carly: serious Carly: i dont wanna sleep on my own Carly: hate it Ali: i remember Ali: coming Ali: promise

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i sometimes wish id never been born at all

prompt: dan, one day, wishes hed never been born. he is then visited by a "ghost" (another youtuber) who shows dan everybodys lives if he was never born. dan doesnt believe that anything is worse off until they show phils life which is simply a gravestone.

A/N: i did change somethings from the prompt. i also envisioned the prompt as something similar to the Scrooge.

word count: 2113

genre: angst and if you squint fluff

tw: there are mentions and a viewing of two suicides (the viewing is against dans will  and is only on one of two suicides) there are mentions of depression and bullying. if this is something that could trigger, harm, or cause you pain of any kind, i recommend not reading this oneshot.

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its one of dans bad days. its one of the bad days where hes trying to be social, at least talk to phil some, maybe a bit of action on social media, before his inevitable departure from society and hopefully his own exsistance for a little while.

while hes browsing on said social media, he feels phil leaning toward him and picking something from under dans eye, pulling his hand away to reveal a small, thick eyelash.

"howd you even notice that, phil?" his voice was soft, fond, and holding no surprise at phils ability to notice the little details.

"make a wish and i might tell you." phil wore a teasing smile as he failed to wink, the corners of his mouth crinkling, showing the smile wrinkles that had developed as the years of their friendship passed.

'i wish i were never born' was the wish dan had made, he wanted to go hide away, hide the wish hed made in his brain to echo there for hours. everybodys lives would be better, easier, if he hadnt been born in the first place, all the haters wouldnt have to hate him in the first place. phil would probably be further in life. his family wouldnt have him as a disappointment.

"i have to go to my room." he looked at phil, whos face was still in  sort of close proximity to his own face. he didnt say why, or what he was going to do once in there, but phil knew him well enough to understand why the younger man had been quiet the entirety of him being up and out of his room, why he hadnt laughed at a single funny thing that phil had shown him.

"okay. remember to drink water and come out of there when you need food, okay?" phils eyes held the usual, useless, concern that dan knew phil didnt actually feel. dan wasnt worth the concern and he definitely did not deserve the concern or a friend like phil at all.

he nodded, knowing that if phil didnt actually see dan out of the room to get food or water, hed personally bring the food and drink to dan. dan got up and numbly left the lounge for his room. he left his laptop there, knowing he wouldnt need it the next few days or so.

he collapsed on his bed, his thoughts going on about him being worthless and a disappointment, along with other degrading things. he turned his phone off, setting it on his nightstand. he curled up into a ball and became even more numb to the world. when he fell asleep? dan wouldnt have been able to tell you.

when dan woke up, it felt weird. it felt like what his lucid dreams used to feel like when  hed been a kid. he also didnt feel as he did when he assumed hed fallen asleep, furthuring the feeling of this being weird and unusual. well, those things, and the youtube god himself, pewdiepie, or felix as hed told dan and phil to call him when theyd met up in the past, standing at the end of dans bed.

"felix? why are you in my room?" he was slightly creeped out. he only ever really saw felix at youtube events anymore, and even then, it wasnt much.

"i know who this felix person is, but i am not him. i am the ghost of youtubers past." felix, or rather the ghost, said, the voice was eerily similar to felix' and it creeped dan out further. "recently, youve wished for something along the lines of never being born at all, am i correct to say this?"

"yeah, but hold up, why in bloody hell are you in my -me and phils- flat? howd you even get in?" dan looked confused, he was staying as far as he possibly could be from felix, or the ghost or whatever the fuck it was, which meant he was huddled against the headboard of his bed. "what has my stupid eyelash wish have got to do with any of this?"

"daniel, im here to show you how your friends and family would have really been if you hadnt been born. you see, your thoughts after the wish, about everybody being better off without you, were mostly wrong. your family, that thought, was the only one that was partially correct. yes, if they didnt have you as their son, all of the things that you think they think of you would disappear, but they would have still had two children. your grandma wouldve been just as close with them as she was to you." then suddenly, at the end of the ghosts words, dans room transformed, his fairylights  and comfortable bed morphing into something else. all dan could do was watch.

his surroundings had changed into a huge decorated and lit up christmas tree with wrapped gifts underneath. there were two children, a teenaged girl and a younger boy, perhaps a toddler, pulling at a christmas cracker. when the young boy ended up getting the bigger end of the game, the older sister said "happy christmas!" with fondness that made dans heart ache. the siblings looked close, and happy. happier than dan and his younger brother had been at those ages.  it made dan long for that kind of relationship with the lad. it also brought a bitter taste and thoughts to dan. the girl, for obvious reasons, wasnt dan. their mannerisms very  different, her smile lacking a dimple.

"yazzy, go help your mum in the kitchen." an old woman, that dan immediately recognized as his (or rather not his) grandma, walked in to the room. he hadnt visited the kind, aging woman in years, and seeing this made him feel guilty.

he turned to the ghost, tears forming and wetting his eyes. "can we leave? i already knew i was insignificant in their lives." he said this, his voice small as he looked away from the scene playing out before him. the ghost nodded and then they were in a different location once again.

it was his friend, louises current home. but it was empty, no baby toys or anything in the flat hed gotten used to being busy.

"louises success mightve been all her, but you helped in the process, being there when she needed a friend. she didnt have darcy because she never met her partner." the ghost said this with a grim look. dan looked around, sad eyes gazing everywhere. it was then he realized he hadnt rung up louise in weeks.

"fuck..." was dans whispered response to the situation.

the location faded again, taking them to a park. pj sat on the bench in front of dan and the ghost. he was talking to people that dan didnt recognize. "pj and chris never became a couple because you werent there to help them realize their feelings for each other." dan looked down at the ghosts words. they stung, knowing his friends hadnt gotten together just because dan hadnt been born.

" and chris? what would his fate have been if id never been around?" the ghost pointed at a man walking behind them, talking on the phone. he didnt spare pj a single look.

"without your constant encouragement, he dropped youtube. he got an office job and quickly climbed the ranks." the words sounded sad.

the location changed yet again, to a sight he never wanted to see again. they were in an unfamiliar bedroom, it was dark and there was an even darker silhouette hanging from a ceiling fan. dan feared the worst. the sight of it made dan want to curl into a ball. there was pounding on the closed door.

dan watched in silence, mouth open in a silent cry as the parents of the silhouette opened the door. the mother fell into the fathers arms, crying loudly. the father was frozen, terror shining in his eyes as he took in the sight of the cold and lifeless body. the  room faded into a plain, white room that had no soothing qualities to dan.

"that was ben. in a world with you in it, he would have found the courage to come out as a transmale and gay. without you, he never learned of his parents acceptance. he wouldve committed suicide if not for your videos." the ghost said this softly, its eyes sad. "this is the sad reality of the fans. some are not in good situations and so they turn to youtube for an escape. without your videos, a lot of fans dont have that escape." dans face grew even more sad as he realized that had been the same reality that he had faced before becoming a youtuber.

"and phil? what would have happened to him?" this question had been on his mind the entire time they had been in this weird dreamland. the ghosts already sad face saddened even more and the scenery changed once again.

dan looked confused as his eyes wondered around the area. they were in a graveyard in the middle of the day. except dan couldnt see any services being held that phil wouldve attended.

"where is he? why are we in a graveyard?" his questions were frantic as he continued searching for the wonderous blue-yellow-green eyes and the dyed black hair of his best friend. then his gaze landed on the gravestone of the grave they were in front of. he dropped to his knees, his face blank as he read the stone.

Here lies

Philip Michael Lester

January 30th, 1987-June 22nd, 2012

He was loved dearly by fans, friends, and family.

"phil didnt have a number one fan to skype him to take his mind off his problems, to correct him when he thought of how weird he was and how weird everybody was bound to think of him."

"unique. phil is unique, not weird." dan corrected without hesitation.

"that is what i mean when i say that. he didnt have somebody to do that when youtube comments started telling him he was weird. he didnt have someone to be an iconic duo with. he killed himself when it all got to be too much." the ghost went quiet after telling that to dan, most likely letting the man grieve his best friend.

dan had started sobbing loudly. "n...no no no. take me home, this cant be real, this is not real." he whimpered, his eyes were screwed shut as he sobbed over the possibility of his optimistic, cheery best friend taking his life. he missed the transformation of the landscape, still sobbing loudly by the time hed been back in the comfort of his bedroom.

the ghost was no longer there and there was loud knocking. and to dans relief, phil called out his name with concern that dan was now certain was genuine. phil came in, rushing to the side of the monochrome bed to take the brown haired crying man into his arms. he knew better than to ask what was wrong right away, so he just held him.

"phil, promise me you wont believe people when they say hateful things toward you?" he asked this in a panicked rush, his words stuttered as he looked with terrified eyes at phil.

" i promise." phil held dan close, the sound of his heartbeat tethering dan to reality.

"i had a dream." dan proceeded to tell phil about what hed wished and then about the dream he had afterward. when he was done, phil held him. dan was still crying, but it had subsided a lot with the knowledge of phil being alive. "im sorry, phil. i know i shouldnt have wished for something so morbid and sad, but it was before an episode and i cant control my thoughts during those." he cuddled to phils chest, sniffling.

" dan, you know i love you. you know im always going to be here to support and comfort you." phils voice was soft and supportive, deep unlike what the viewers usually heard. "you dont have to apologize at all for the way your brain works, just like i dont. im glad you realized that that wasnt real, but i dont want you thinking that i wouldve been better off without you because i wouldnt be as far as i am today if i didnt have you by my side. dont ever tell yourself otherwise." he smiled his amazing smile that was saved just for dan.

dan leaned into phils chest, breathing in the comforting scent.   he sighed as he realized that life would be better with him and phil still alive.

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i did end up mentioning dans family, but i only did briefly dont hate me.