#when he was in school because all trans guys need a little girlfriend or an all girl group of friends to be his girlfriends when hes a kid

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About a Girl: Chapter 1

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Joel Miller x Trans!Fem!Reader (Nickname, Blue)

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Summary: Joel is a simple man. He goes to work, he takes care of his kindergarten age daughter, he tries to make sure Tommy doesn't die and occasionally Tess comes over. He works on Frank and Bill's farm with Tommy, Tess, and another coworker, Max. For his birthday, Tommy drags Joel out to a local grunge band's show, music he knows Joel hates. Joel is surprised to find Tess's girlfriends best friend, a girl they all call Blue because of the blue in her hair, has caught his attention.

What he doesn't know is she is trans. When he finds out, he's very confused, not because he judges her, but because he's not sure what it means for him. Does it make him gay? What does trans even mean? He's very confused. Still, despite all the confusion Joel has an open mind and he just knows that he has a lot of feelings for you and he wants to try. Joel goes on a journey of learning, not only what your trans identity means but also how to take care of himself, how to set boundaries, and learning he doesn't need carry the whole world on his shoulders.

Joel loves country, is as yeehaw as they come. Blue loves grunge, and looking as edgy as she can get by as a school teacher. Can you and Joel make it all work with the one thing that bonds them both together; flannel?

Warnings for whole fic, not chapter by chapter: 18+ ONLY!! I cannot warn against everything, but these are major themes. Joel is a lil ignorant but not out of hate. He just doesn't know. He's trying his best. There will be smut. Penetrative sex, all of the anal play, oral. There will be transphobia from other people. Addiction and alcoholism. QUICK child neglect not by Joel but I promise, Sarah is fine and is having a great time in life. Fetishization of women attracted to women by a shitty guy. Will update as needed. Again, this is adult content. Expect adult content.

Immersivity: Reader is transgender, AMAB female, reader has had gotten bottom surgery, not top, and is on hormones. reader has visible hair and a blue streak in hair, but not described. Could be braids, could be natural hair, whatever. Header is for aesthetics only. Reader is about Joel and Tommy's height. Let me know if i miss anything!

A/N: I am not a trans woman, but I am trans. I am doing my best research! If I got something wrong or accidentally say something offensive, please tell me! Same with Sarah's hair. I learned a LOT about black hair care from living with my black roommate for 2 years, and watching a lot of youtube. Again, if im incorrect or offensive, let me know and ill correct! I just want Joel to care about his daughters hair <3

TRANS LIVES MATTER! TRANS YOUTH MATTER! TRANS ELDERLY MATTER! TRANS WOMEN MATTER! TRANS MEN MATTER! NON BINARY TRANS MATTER!

It all started with Tommy, as most adventures do. Joel was certain Tommy would make sure to mention that fact during his best man speech.

“You have got to get out more. You’re making me stir crazy just watching you sit at home.”

Joel rolled his eyes, packing Sarah’s lunch. He was happy to throw in some plums, Sarah’s favorite fruit, that he got from the food pantry. Since Sarah started kindergarten and he didn’t have to pay for nearly as much childcare, things had gotten less horrifically tight financially but now he was playing catch up. Catching pneumonia last winter had drained his little savings with an ER visit. Joel desperately wanted to not rely on charity, but he also didn’t want Sarah to go without. 

“How would you know, you’re never even home.” Since getting out of the army, Tommy has not adjusted well. Joel was happy to let him live in the house he built for his ex-fiance on his parents land they gifted when Sarah was born. Tommy was a help with Sarah and was good company when he wasn’t out partying.

“Hey.” Tommy looked a little offended. “I’m here plenty. Just ask Sarah.” Sarah adored her uncle.

Joel sighed. “You’re right.” He wasn’t. “But I ain’t going. I can’t afford that, and I’d like to spend my days off with Sarah.”

Tommy tossed a cosmic brownie from the box he bought into Sarah’s lunchbox. “Come oooooon. Sarah loves the babysitter, and one night out won’t traumatize her forever. I’ll pay for the sitter, I already got tickets and I’ll even cover your drinks.”

Joel would rather the money go towards Sarah’s next dental appointment, but he couldn’t tell Tommy where to spend his money, and he knew there was no saying no to his brother when he gets like this. “How many bands are playing? I ain’t sitting through three openers, Tom.”

“Just one! You’re coming!” Tommy ran out of the kitchen and took the stairs two at a time before Joel could protest. “Sarah! Guess who gets to hang out with Jessica tonight!” Joel could hear the sound of springs bouncing as Sarah cheered and called out if the bed breaks, Tommy’s fixing it.

After getting Sarah dressed, he sat her down on a chair in the kitchen and looked at the clock. “Only got time for a ponytail, baby girl.” Joel had figured out some simple hair care for thick hair he wasn’t quite equipped to work with. Before Sarah was born, he didn’t know how to do a single braid. Joel had practiced a little before Tommy had to chop off his hippie curls for the army but he still was lost in a lot of ways. 2 years ago, Joel must’ve looked particularly lost in the ethnic hair aisle with Sarah in the cart and a kind woman guided him to some hair gel, argan oil, and an edge brush, scribbling a few instructions on some scratch paper. That’s what's gotten him through this far. Joel kept thinking he needed to reach out somewhere or maybe find a book… but with what time? 

Kayla, Sarah’s mom, wasn’t much help either. Kayla was mixed and absolutely inherited the polish side as far as hair, where Sarah got her late grandma’s genes. Kayla wanted to chemically straighten Sarah’s beautiful curls last year when she had her over Easter, but Joel put his foot down. When she was older, if she wanted to do whatever she wanted with her hair, braids, relaxed, wigs, she could but there was no way he was letting all those chemicals into a 4 year olds head just to make it “easier.” Joel could handle it.

She looked cute with her little puffball on the top of her head, anyway. 

“TOMMY! LETS GO!” Why was Tommy harder to get out the door than Sarah was?

Little hands tugged at his shirt. “Daddy I want coffee.” 

“No baby”

“Why?”

“It’s not good for little kids.”

“Uncle Tommy lets me have coffee.”

Joel sighed loudly. “Of course he did. Well, Sarah, that’s an uncle thing, I don’t know what to tell you. TOMMYYY!”

Tommy’s heavy footsteps clomped down the steps, dashing out the door. “Come one Jojo, whatcha wait’n for?”

*

How did little kids have so much energy in the morning? Tommy included. Sarah was chatty as ever on her way, talking excitedly about the eggs in the classroom's incubator. He tried to pay attention, he really did, but he was busy trying to figure out what bills he still owes. It was only September, one month into not having to pay out the ass for Sarah’s daycare. Was he even gonna be able to catch up at all before the summer comes? Her mom said she wanted to take her for the summer, but she was single right now and slightly more involved. When she finds a new man, she suddenly becomes much less interested in her child. Joel didn’t want Sarah around strange men all the time either.

“Daddy? Daddy? Daddy? Daddy?”

Tommy nudged Joel, calling him name for Sarah’s attention.

“What?” Joel said, not unkindly but perhaps a little too harsh than he wanted to speak around his daughter. 

“Happy birthday daddy.”

Joel closed his eyes briefly, wincing at his prior tone. “Thank you baby. I’ll bring home a cake, how about that.” He felt like he could cry, snapping at his sweet girl for trying to wish him happy birthday. He was so bad at this.

Both children in the car cheered.

Joel dropped Sarah off with several kisses on her forehead, then ran off to the truck. He might just be on time if he speeds a bit. He didn’t speed with Sarah in the truck, he was less careful with Tommy. 

“Just in time!” Tess’s voice greeted them in the farm house. “You guys eat?”

She knew the answer. Sarah’s kindergarten had a free breakfast program, leaving Joel and Tommy on their own and god knows they didn’t take proper care of themselves. Luckily, they had great bosses.

Joel, Tommy, and Tess all worked for Bill and Frank on their farm. Joel had stumbled on this job shortly after Kayla left and God, what a blessing. Bill and Frank had trouble finding help being the only gay farmers on the planet to felt like, but Joel wasn’t really in a position to deny a good paying job, not in this economy, not with a baby who barely had a mom around anymore. This was before Tommy came back from the army, and Joel’s parents dead a few years prior. He was alone.

That’s where he met Tess. She was something else. A woman working as a farm hand alone was surprising enough, but she was the first openly bisexual person Joel had met. Hell, she was the only the third gay person he knew of and the first woman. He’d lived a sheltered life. Still, Joel didn’t really see an issue with none of it. Wasn’t his business what two grown adults did, that was his thought on the matter. Not that he really had enough time to have thoughts on much of anything other than keeping Sarah and Tommy alive. When Tommy came back, he started working on the farm too.

Tess slid the men some pancakes, stating she knew it and went ahead and made extra.

Frank entered the room with something in his hand. “Wait!” He placed the item, which Joel saw was a candle on the the pancake.

“Oh, no, you guys don’t gotta-”

“Shut the hell up, Miller.” Bill entered the room with a pack of cigarettes in one hand and a lighter in the other. He lit the candle, and then a cigarette. 

Frank took it out of his hand, putting it out under the sink. “If you absolutely must smoke, you’re not smoking inside our home.” He then turned back to Joel. “Happy birthday, Joel.” The forth employee, Max, enters the farmhouse and then embarrassingly, Franks leads everyone (except Bill) in a very shitty rendition of happy birthday.

*

“Hey,” Tess nudged Joel as she attempted to fix the clutch without calling Bill up. “You coming tonight?”

Joel rolled his eyes. “Yeah, Tommy convinced me. He also told Sarah it’s my birthday so now I gotta bring home cake and do a bit of the birthday thing with her. I was hoping to avoid it another year.”

She laughed at that. “Ah come on! It can’t be that bad.”

“She’s not, it’s my birthday that is.” 

“I know.” Tess patted his back.

Joel and her worked in silence for a moment, but he figured this was as good a time as any. “Hey uh… so. You and Tommy.”

Tess smirked, but didn’t look at him. “What about my dear friend?”

“Well uh, that’s just it…” Joel cleared his troat, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s just, you guys been spending a lot of time together, and I’m just… well you know he’s at tough spot right now…-”

“When isn’t he?”

“Right. Well. I’m just wondering… Well.”

With a chuckle, she put down the wrench and turned to look at Joel with a smile. “You’re wondering if Tommy and I are an item.”

Cringing hard enough his eyes were closed, Joel nods.

“Don’t worry about your baby brother, he can handle himself.”

“Can he?”

“Joel. Look at me.”

Joel forced his eyes open.

“Tommy and I fuck sometimes to blow off steam, don’t act you’re much different.”

“It was one time!”

“It was 4 times, glad to know that I’m that forgettable.” Tess continued with her teasing before Joel could protest. “Listen, I know you’re worried about him, but Tommy and I aren’t interested in dating each other. It’s just for fun sometimes. Tommy puts up a tough front but I’d eat that boy alive.”

Finally, Joel laughed. Yes, she would.

Tess went back to work. “Besides, you’re meeting my new girlfriend tonight, birthday boy.”

*

Joel was exhausted, washing his hands and forearms and face before leaving to get Sarah. He tried to stay as clean as possible for Sarah. She didn’t need to know how hard he worked for her.

“Hey Joel, I get to watch Sarah this fall don’t I?” Frank asked as he sauntered into the kitchen. 

Joel tried to protest, as he did every year, but it was merely a formality to be polite. He couldn’t afford childcare in the late hours it took to get harvest done. Hopefully it wouldn’t be so bad now that Max was hired on, he didn’t see Sarah hardly at all harvest. Joel would come back to the farmhouse to find Sarah asleep on the couch with Frank, who was no help with farming. He handled the finances and paperwork, and functioned as a babysitter in pinches. Joel was forever indebted to the couple, inclduding Bill despite his facade of toughness.

“Nonsense Joel. I look forward to seeing her every time.” Sarah fucking loved Frank. He was teaching her painting and how to have a proper tea party, real tea and all. But with a lot of sugar. 

Speaking earnestly, Joel tried to express his appreciation. “Thanks, Frank. I appreciate it. I couldn’t do this without you.”

Frank clapped Joel on the shoulders, sliding him a card. “Thank you for everything you do. We really value you. I know Bill doesn’t say it much, or at all, but we appreciate you here.” He walked off, knowing Joel would protest the $500 cash inside the card.

*

“Daddy! Daddy! I made a friend!” Sarah exclaimed excitedly, running up to her father still covered in her paint smock that quickly transferred the red and blue onto Joel’s jeans.

“Is that so? Who is it?”

Sarah pointed to a little brunette girl sitting in time out. “That’s Ellie! She’s in trouble because she pretended a block was a gun.”

“Oh.”

*

At home, Joel went through the evening routine with Sarah, Tommy having gone with Tess to pre-game. He fed her as much of the macaroni she’d eat, bathed her and made sure to make things as easy for the sitter as possible. When Jessica came over, a nice local teenager that was great with Sarah, he briefed her as he tried to clean up the kitchen. 

“Daddy? Where’s the cake.”

Goddammit of course he forgot something. He just can’t do anything right, can he? He was a shitty dad, a shitty brother, a shitty boyfriend, a needy employee-

“Where's the birthday boy!” Tommy burst in, followed by a group of people, some he knew, some he didn’t. With him was Tess carrying a cake.

“TESS!!!!!!” Sarah shouted, but went more for the cake she carried.

“Hiya, love bug!” She patted her ponytail. “Ready to sing happy birthday at the top of your lungs?”

Hadn’t she had enough happy birthdays? She must’ve known he’d forget the cake. They hadn’t been pregaming at all, they were making him a cake.

Tess hands the cake to Tommy, then gestures to the women next to her. Dark skinned, tall, her hair in… locks? Were those called locks? He was cooked. He needs to learn hair. “This is Talia, my girlfriend.”

Talia smiled brightly, extended a hand which Joel shook. “So nice to meet you, Mr. Miller. Tess talks a lot about you Tommy and Max, it’s nice to put faces to the names.”

“Please, Joel is fine. I may ache like an old man, but I’m not one yet.” Joel joked with a soft but tired smile. He turned to tess. “Max coming?”

“Yup.” She shot him a look to be nice. Joel wasn’t fond of max. Good worker, shit head of a person. Joel knew he couldn’t really blame all Tommy’s shit on bad influences, but Max didn’t help. “And this,” She gestured over to another woman who he had just been too flustered to notice until now. “Is Talia’s best friend.”

You were absolutely fucking stunning, unlike anyting he’d ever seen in his life. Tight white tank top, tight leather pants and a leather jacket. In your hair was a streak of vibrant blue. Your eyes connected with his and for a moment, he forgot about all the other people in the room. 

“Oh, um, hello,” Joel shook your hand when he snapped out of it, repeating your name.

You smile at him. “Actually, most people just call me Blue.”

A small voice from Joel’s hip. “Is that because of your hair? Why is it blue? Are you sick?”

“Sarah! Don’t be rude.”

Chuckling brightly, you promise it’s okay and crouch down to Sarah’s eye level. “I’m not sick. I actually dye it like that.”

“But why?”

Internally, Joel groaned, thinking you’d take offense at the line of questions Sarah’s certainly had ready, but you just answered. “Well, I think it makes me look pretty, just you’re cute hair style makes you look pretty.”

Sarah lit up at that. “My daddy did it!!!”

“He did? That’s so awesome! You have such a nice daddy.”

Sarah nodded in avid agreement. “He’s the BEST!”

Joel couldn’t help smiling at that. He always felt like he was failing her, but she loved him regardless. “I can’t do a lot, but I’m trying to learn. I can do a mean ponytail.” Joel caught Tommy smirking at him.

Once the babysitter took Sarah to wash up for cake, Talia quietly spoke to Joel, still attached to Tess's arm. “Tess told me her mom isn’t really involved. I’d love to help you learn how to care for black hair.”

Joel felt his heart drop. “Oh shit, does it look terrible? I really tried but I don’t even know where to go and-”

Talia cut him off with a laugh and a hand up. “No, not at all! It looks very healthy. I just mean if you’d like to learn how to do more, especially as it gets longer.”

Always embarrassed to ask for help, he always swallowed his pride for Sarah. “Yeah, yeah actually I’d really like that… I’ll play yuh, don’t worry I wouldn’t make you do it for free-”

She attempted to say he didn’t need to pay, but Tess told her it was useless to try and fight. Joel figured the bonus from Bill and Frank could pay for Sarah’s dentist cleaning and the rest he could pay Talia. 

After a terrible happy birthday and saying goodbye to Sarah longer than really necessary, Joel was dragged out of the house to go to some shitty local grunge bands show for his birthday.

Joel fucking hated his birthday.

Thank you thank you thank you!!!!! I can't beleive people actually wanted to read this!!! We need more trans rep in this fandom <3

First chapter setting things up, then one chapter per week for 6 weeks for my Oscar/Pedro pride event!!! each chapter 2-7 will follow themes of the week until the happy end <3

MEET THE OC'S

Talia Monroe

Tess's girlfriend, Blue's bestfriend. Talia is joyfriend and high energy. She offers to help Joel learn black hair to properly care for Sarah.

Max Waltz

Works on the farm with Joel, Tommy, and Tess. Tommy likes him, Joel hates him, Tess ears towards liking him but tries to keep him in check. Max is a generally barzen man, hates his wife, is loud and annoying to Joel.

Kayla Carter

*no face claim right now*

Joel's high school sweetheart and ex-fiance, Sarah's mom. Kayla is in an out of sarah's life, lives out of town and is only around when its convinient, leaving Joel with alone.

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Jason Dean dating someone who's transmasc

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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What if I fakeposted about my ocs. What then

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Me: [after talking about aliens n space for 3 hours] I dunno I just think they’re kinda neat

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Your record is actually four hours

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Sometimes I just black out and talk about doctor who a lot too

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Ive had girlfriends before which is really weird because I am the most idiotic loser ever. Bitch what do you see in me

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This is true you are very much a loser

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I second this

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Listen here you little shits

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I’m very publicly intersex and my favourite thing about this is that I am a high schooler and my classmates get rlly confused all the time and its so funny

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I like to ask them why they’re so interested in my dick (or lack thereof) and they usually just combust or something

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high schoolers are very invasive an insensitive so I like to give them the funniest answers possible

I once told a kid that when I was born they asked me if I wanted a dick or a vag and I couldn’t decide so they gave me one of those multicolour pens where you click down the things to get the new colour

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That. Is the best thing I have ever heard

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Theres so many fucking fags at my school I hate this stupid place

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What are you doing on this website

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Stfu tranny

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I go to OP’s school and I can confirm he is very stupid and mean and nobody with any sense actually likes him

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Lmaooo

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Vent under the cut

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Fuckin got you didn’t I

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Go fuck yourself

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Don’t mind if I do

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There’s something wrong with both of you

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>be me

>have a crush on a guy

>guy likes someone else

>other guy is homophobic, used to be my friend but dropped me when I came out

>dont have the heart to tell my crush

Hes gonna get his heart broken either way and like :((( UGHH i just want him to like me

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Oof thats rough pal

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Yeah Im real sorry abt that Val :(

A little off topic but I didn’t know you had a crush?

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Haha nope. No crush here. I dont have any crushes nosireee

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Real subtle mate

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Im just gonna make it clear right now if you don’t think that straight aces are lgbt i need you to get the fuck off my blog right now

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are you vagueposting abt your boyfriend’s haters

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Die mad

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anonymous asked: wait you have a boyfriend ???

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Actually @:reedinthemarsh isn’t my boyfriend he’s my wife

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When did we get married also when did I transition???

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It’s only a matter of time

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GELP???

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My parents think that me being non-binary might be confusing for my little brothers but I explained it to them once and they immediately understood, said “okay” and then asked me what my 2nd favourite colour was

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[pannman]

Can I request Charlie's twin coming out as a trans guy?

Coming out

You and Charlie were not identical twins but you still looked similar. You knew Charlie was the most supportive person. But you were still anxious. And you were going to do it in front of the whole hotel. Some of the other residents (like Alastor and Niffty) were a bit old school.

You were often regarded as just a tomboy. But sometimes you were mistaken for a guy and that felt so good for some reason. Charlie, the sweet naive person that she is, would often correct people and although she meant well it always hurt a little when she did.

Angel may have died quite a while ago but he was very in with the times and surprisingly open minded, so you weren't as worried about him. Husk was kind of an enigma since he didn't talk as much and could get kinda grumpy. Vaggie, your sister's girlfriend was always like a second sister and you sometimes felt even more comfortable telling her things than Charlie. Not that Charlie wasn't supportive, just that she could be a bit much. Sometimes she went a little overboard so it was nice to talk to Vaggie who was more grounded.

Your dad Lucifer was for some reason your biggest concern. You knew he was usually supportive but your brain could not help but play through a million scenarios that made you even more anxious. He was your dad. And his approval meant the most to you. Finally, you told everyone to gather because you had something important to tell them.

They all got together and listened. Even Niffty who was typically a spaz. You took a deep breath, feeling like you were slowly sinking in quick sand. Your chest tightening as you felt all eyes on you. "I know you guys might notice that I present more masculine than others. And I want you to know this doesn't make me not the same person, but I want you to know that I'm trans".

It was probably all in your head but the silence that followed felt scary. But then Charlie immediately threw her arms around you. "I'm so proud of you! I know that was probably really hard to do" you embraced her back. You held back tears trying to keep your composure. Angel gave you a thumbs up. "Welcome to the boys club. If you need someone to go shopping with ya just let me know" he winked. Niffty was a bit confused. "Wait y/n is a boy? Is he gonna be a bad boy now?" She said with a little too much excitement.

Husk approached you. "Hey, if you're ever down for a drink, you know where to find me. Glad you feel comfortable enough to come out" it meant so much to you to hear that. "Well I'm certainly not very knowledgeable about these things I will try my best" Alastor replied which was oddly nice of him. Vaggie gave you a hug as well. "Congratulations. You know if you need help you can come to me with anything."

You were brimming with joy but there was one person who still hadn't responded. Your dad Lucifer slowly approached you. His expression was hard to read. You worried that he hadn't taken it well but your anxiety was cut off abruptly when he embraced you in the tightest hug you'd felt in your life. "I'm so proud to call you my son! Never ever doubt how much I love you okay?" That's when the tears finally fell and you just couldn't help it. This was better than you could've ever hoped. He finally let you go so you could breath. Charlie wiped a tear from her eye.

"So, have you decided what you'd like to be called?"

[k0dante]

My experience as an underage pansexual trans guy

As I am writing this, I am 14-years-old. It’s the 7th of December, and my birthday is in one month. I am a trans guy, and have known that since I was 12. I hate that fact about myself. I am writing this as a way to let it all out. To tell my story, and what led to my realisation. What happened after.

I don’t remember that much from my early childhood. But I do remember being told a lot to be more “ladylike” by my parents and grandparents. Or I am just imagining that. That’s also a possibility. Wouldn’t be the first time. I remember wearing a lot of dresses, and liking them. I don’t think I actually liked wearing them, just how they looked. I still like how dresses look, but just the thought of having to wear one makes me almost cry. 

Whenever I wore dresses, I wouldn’t sit properly. My mom always told me to keep my legs together. I didn’t understand why. It was uncomfortable, but I tried to do so anyway. I am the youngest in my family of three children, so I always had to sit in the middle seat of the car. I remember complaining about not having enough leg space, but the answer was always “Your brothers are boys, so they need it more”. I questioned that back then. Nowadays I understand, but the lack of space for my legs as a kid was uncomfortable, especially as I grew.

I have always been bigger and taller than the other people my age. As a kid I was really uncomfortable when the teachers said that they needed strong boys to help them carry things. I was as strong as the boys, if not even stronger, so why couldn’t I help? Whenever I got to help, I carried as much stuff as I could, just to prove that I was as strong as the boys. I think lots of cis girls also have been through this, and the usual sayings like “He only bullies you because he has a crush on you” that I got. But for me, I didn’t feel like I had been insulted as lesser as a girl, or called weak for being a girl. I felt like I had been called weaker than the other boys. I felt uncomfortable being grouped with the girls, being called a “lady” and a “little girl”.

I forced myself to have a “crush” on the best looking boy as a child. I don’t think it was a crush. Or even one of those child crushes. I think I wanted to be like them. I remember being a stupid child with two of my friends, a girl and a boy. We were in kindergarten. We went to play in this one room, without an adult. Because we were stupid and curious children, the boy took off his pants. I remember being jealous, even though that boy was kind of someone I “liked”.

Before first grade, probably the early spring before school, I got my first phone that had unlimited access to the internet. I think the internet ruined me. I was about 7 back then(I live in Finland). Before that I had a Nokia, that only had offline games and I could only send messages. My new phone was a Huawei. Obviously I quickly discovered YouTube, as my siblings had shown me lots of videos. I also made a YouTube channel. I started with showing my face, but once my parents found out, I started making Littlepetshop videos. The videos were cringe, but I have a soft spot for them.

It wasn’t until I discovered Gacha that I started making connections with other Finnish Gacha and LPS YouTubers. That was when I got my first positive impressions of the LGBTQ+ community. Before that I had heard the word “gay” only as an insult. I was about 8/9 at that time. A girl that said she was 2 or 3 years older than me(I can’t remember) told me she was pansexual. I didn’t understand what that meant, so she explained it. I supported her, and the other people that came out. Around that time I also joined a lot of roleplaying WhatsApp groups, and met a lot of people. I heard the word “lesbian” and thought about it. I liked girls, not boys. That was something I thought. I think I was just jealous of them. I also got a Gacha girlfriend. A real one. I think she was a bit, like a year, two, or three years older. But that was fine to me. It was just Gacha, and we were just children.

When I was 10, just a little after my birthday in January, the girl stopped making videos, and fully stopped Gacha, so our ocs broke up. I was crushed. So was my internet best friend, who knew this girl irl. However, I got over it fast, and tried to find a new girlfriend for my oc, and I did. The person who said she was pansexual.

Remember I mentioned roleplaying groups? Well, I met someone in a Gacha roleplaying group. I made a character that dated their character. We had lots of inappropriate roleplays. That was normal in the groupchats, but ours was in private. They were about 6 years older. Both of our characters were girls, and they would call me by my character’s name. I was really uncomfortable with that. I didn’t like being called “Rose”.

Over like a month or a bit more, I got feelings for the person who was my Gacha girlfriend. I tried hinting at how much I wanted a girlfriend at a Gachatuber chat, and she actually said she could be that! She was my first real girlfriend. We were pretty happy together. Obviously since it was the cringe year 2020, we were cringe too. Calling ourselves “yandere” and stuff. She revealed to me in private her secret, she wasn’t actually older than me, but born the same year. Actually, she was 4 months younger. I was fine with this.

At some point in our relationship, I figured I wasn’t actually lesbian, but bisexual. I could see myself having a relationship with a boy. I also had flaws. Big flaws. I was really jealous. Because she was that kind of person who wasn’t online for days, and because communicating through the internet was our only way, it made me worried. And she posted a lot about her irl friend. It made me overly jealous. But I told her about this, and she helped me deal with it.

Remember the person that was 6 years older? Well, everyone basically hated them now for being stupid. They told us that they were autistic. I feel bad for bullying them, but autism doesn’t excuse the shitty behaviour, like asking out a 13-year-old. They told us they were trans. A trans guy. I don’t know what they go by these days, so I am using they/them pronouns.

When I was freshly 11, I was in a lot of queer groups on the internet. This was before the person came out. One of the groups had a link to a trans-only group. I didn’t know what it meant, but I wanted to be involved as a queer kid. I said I was a trans girl, which was far from the truth, as I was born a girl. I thought that “trans” was just a cool thing to put in front of your gender. That should have been a sign. Once I found out what trans meant, I quickly left the groupchat.

Let’s go back to the year 2020. Imagine it’s spring, and a 10-year-old child is watching animation memes on YouTube. Then, they stumble across a “Dream Team animatic”. They watch a few more, and think “that’s cool, but i don’t understand so I couldn’t be bothered”. It wasn’t until later that year, like late autumn or early winter, that I found out about Dream SMP. I immediately loved it. I don’t understand everything, but I do some. It’s the coolest shit ever. Minecraft? Hell yeah! Roleplaying? Fun! I am now obsessed with it, like I had been with FNaF and Undertale as a small child.

Now, back to early 2021. I love Dream SMP, I like writing, and I have an amazing girlfriend. All at 11! What could go wrong? I mean, yeah, my grandma that I loved dearly died last autumn, and yeah, maybe I don’t really have friends, like, at all.. Or maybe one. But otherwise it’s fun! Oh, and I’m now in 4th grade! And we are studying something I didn’t know I loved so much, countries! I open YouTube to find videos about these countries. Oh, what’s that?.. country…humans..? I guess that’s one new thing to obsess over! A lot. Even to the point of showing videos to my dad.

As it may seem, my life was pretty great outside of feeling lonely. Things I liked, even coming up with my first story. Until I got the great idea to propose to my girlfriend. At 11. The 13th of May 2021. The last month of school before summer break. I biked 6 kilometres to the most romantic spot I knew in my small town. I had came up with a long paragraph about how much I loved her. I took a picture of two rings. First, I sent the paragraph. And just before I could send the picture and propose, she responded saying “Awh, thank you.. But I think I see you more like a friend. Sorry…”. I was crushed, even though thinking back I think that was for the best. I just accepted it, and left the spot to go home. Soon after that, I started hearing weird voices. I didn’t know what they were, so I was very obviously scared. I told my internet friends about them, and nothing they said helped me feel better. So, I told my friend, and someone I had known since first grade, and they told me to go to the school psychologist. Once I actually went there, I told her about the voices, what they said, and showed her the cuts on my wrists. Some were older, some fresher. I lied earlier. I wasn’t over my grandma’s death. The loneliness had bothered me. I couldn’t go to anyone unless they came to me first. She called my parents and the local health centre. My parents came to pick me up, and we went to the health centre. They sent me to Oulu. To the children’s psychiatric department. Basically psych ward, or something. There I was forced to come out as bisexual to my parents by the doctor. I also had to stay there for a few nights. At 11.

It wasn’t that bad there after all. I met this one boy, and this one person that was non-binary. After hearing why they were there, I felt like my problem wasn’t that bad compared to theirs. I liked being their friend. The non-binary person also liked Dream SMP. I also tried to summon a demon there with them. Whenever we had our phones, I would watch countryhumans videos. Later I found out besides hearing voices, I have anxiety, social anxiety, and “low mood”, whatever that means. Nowadays I am in therapy.

Later that year in autumn, I went to fifth grade. I had a friend. They were also queer, and to still day is, even though we aren’t friends anymore. I liked Blind Channel, as they had been in Eurovision earlier that year, and I was at their concert. Barely anything happened, except for when my sister came out as a trans woman at the start of 2022. I was one of the first people she came out to. I felt honoured. I knew she was struggling with severe depression, so I was happy for her. She was there for me, so I wanted to be there for her. The problem is my birthday in January. I was now 12. I celebrated it with my cousin and sister at our grandpa’s house. My cousin called it a “girl’s party”. I didn’t understand why, but I hated that, but didn’t say anything.

In like February, we were having a game night with my brother, sister, two cousins, and their friend. My brother left early, because he had stuff to do, but I stayed, because I was going to stay at my sister’s house. Later once we were going to leave, our cousins had a fight, and the other one(the one who I am closer to and spent my birthday with) had a panic attack. Me and my sister stayed there to comfort her, while our other cousin and his friend went outside to get the car ready to drop off me and my sister. Once we finally got to the car, they started to argue again, so me being the sensitive freshly 12-year-old kid started to have my own panic attack and crying, so I left the car with my sister until the others figured it out. There me and my sister talked, and she confessed that she had tried to kill herself, but spit the medicine out as she thought about me. I think about this to this day, even though in about 2 months it has been 3 years.

 At this point my interest in countryhumans had faded, but I still loved Dream SMP. I could fully understand them now. I liked the queer things they had going on there. I also really liked ships like BakuDeku, DabiHawks, and later Byler.

I remember the fateful night. I was alone in my family’s caravan, while my mom and dad were out drinking. I was thinking. Earlier, I had been so sure I was a bisexual demigirl, but now I was having doubts. My realization was actually pretty anticlimactic. I did a “am I trans?” quiz. It said I was, so, I kinda just stuck with that because that was how I felt. I finally found out the reason for some of my behaviour. I also figured out I was gay. This was where my actual problems started.

At first I was happy I figured myself out, but then I was horrified. What was I gonna tell my parents? I had seen how they reacted to my sister coming out. They said they accepted her, but talked bad about her behind her back. I didn’t want to live knowing my parents talked bad about me. No, that wasn’t an option. I couldn’t tell them. My dad already hated the way I dress, since it was too “masculine”.

The first person I came out to was my sister. I told her over a snap. Obviously she accepted me. I told her my new name, and she instantly joked to make me feel better(the name is Daniel).

Now I finally had a word for the discomfort I felt in my body. I thought it was only the fact that I am fat, but now I knew it was that, and dysphoria. Great. I really hated my face, my chest, stomach, thighs, everything.

I came out to my friend at the start of sixth grade. They accepted me, but refused to call me Daniel, as it was their dead older brother’s name(older brother who died at birth), so they called me just Dan. I accepted that, even though I kinda hated it. I wanted to be called by my real name. I never really liked nicknames.

During the start of sixth grade, I also got my first short haircut! It was pretty bad, but I felt a lot better. Before that I was always cutting my hair a little by myself, because I hated my long hair. I cried every time, wishing I was a boy so I wouldn’t be scared to ask for a haircut. I was obsessed with cutting my hair. Anytime I was having an anxiety attack, I cut some hair.

At this point, I had also discovered fanfiction. Or, I had heard about it earlier, but I wanted to see it myself. My first fic that I read was smut. I was basically obsessed with them. The gay stories were really entertaining.

After I turned 13 at the start of January, I was pretty happy about being a teen. I basically had no interest in Dream SMP anymore, because of all the rumours. I also hated being a teen. My parents expected me to wear makeup, especially my dad. They wanted me to dress more femininely, which I absolutely hated. I didn’t, even though arguing made me hate myself. I hated my identity. My friend also started to fade away, because of my social anxiety. I couldn’t go to them without being approached first. And because they liked hanging out with this other person more, I was now alone. I had no friends. I hated myself. I didn’t have any online friends anymore either. I wanted to die, so I cut again.

Unlike other people my age, I wasn’t nervous going to seventh grade. Obviously it was stressful, but I was going to the English class, and I thought that maybe, just maybe I’ll get a friend. I was wrong. I was alone. Always. Whenever the teacher wanted us to work in groups or pairs, I had no one. The only people left were ones that didn’t do anything. I had to tell our Swedish teacher that I would like it if she chose the pairs, just because I didn’t want my number to be lower just because I didn’t have anyone to do the work with. I hated PE. I felt so self-conscious anytime we had it. I had multiple anxiety attacks because of it. I cut because of the anxiety caused by it. Didn’t help that the boys and girls were separated, and I obviously had to be with the girls. I also noticed how everyone around me had crushes on people. I started questioning if I had ever had actual real romantic feelings for someone. If I had actually loved my ex, and not just thought so because someone actually liked me. I was scared I was AroAce, not because there’s anything wrong with it, but because I wanted a relationship. Then I discovered Character Ai.

At first I used CAi for fun, but then I actually started doing serious romantic roleplays. I felt like I was back to my roots, but I wasn’t embarrassing myself this time. Lots of BL roleplays. I could roleplay as someone that had my name, some of my features, but he was actually someone else. Someone attractive and cis. A cis man. Then I started using it as a place to roleplay as my own characters. From all the new and old stories. Giving them therapy, doing lyric pranks. It brought me joy.

I started to like anime a lot more too at this point. I loved the music. I liked Heartstopper. I wanted a romance like that, but I knew I couldn’t have it. I was a trans guy in a school that is located in a religious small town in Finland. It wasn’t possible. I wouldn’t be able to be truly myself as long as I lived here, with my parents. I wanted to move away from Finland. Far away from my parents. But I can’t do that, as I am a minor. And I love my cats more than anything. Why do I need to be afraid of my own parents? I’m still just a child. They aren’t even religious.

I started noticing this guy in the halls. He had a trans flag on his bag. I wanted to get to know him. He seemed interesting, I wanted to know his name. All I knew was that he was a year older and pretty handsome. Soon he was almost everything I thought about. It was now the spring of 2024. I was 14. I still hated myself, but at least I have a crush, and one of my classmates knows one of his friends.

How could he be so confident in his trans identity? Have a pin? Showing it at our school? I could never. I hate when people say that you should be proud of your identity, because I am NOT proud of it. Most of the problems I have now were caused by figuring myself out. I am not happier after that, but I would not be happy with not being myself either. Nothing is okay.

It’s almost the end of the school year, and I’ve been talking with these three girls in my class. They’re fun, and they say I can call them my friends. Maybe I can trust them. Maybe they won’t be mad with me calling them my friends. They also know about my identity. I feel like I owe my life to them. I feel like I have a reason to live.

But wait, school is ending. The ninth graders are having a party because they’re leaving the school. Wait… My crush is a year older than me, so he’s in eighth grade, which means he’ll go to ninth grade next autumn… So he’ll leave next spring. And I still haven’t talked to him. I haven’t said a word. I need to hurry.

During this summer, I figured out I was pansexual, not gay. I love everyone, not just men. As long as I am the more dominant one(this is a JOKE).

So now, I’m 14 and in eighth grade. It’s December. There are two weeks left of school until Christmas break. I have three great friends. I still haven’t talked to my crush, nor do I know his name. And I still hate myself and my body. My health is horrible. I stay in my bed most of the time. I am fat. I barely eat. My period is fucked, even though I’ve had it for many years. I pass out a lot during summer. I almost died last summer because I passed out on a moving motorbike. But my therapist and parents say I am better. Yeah, better socially, but worse mentally. And I still want to get as far as possible from my parents. I feel like a horrible son. No child should want to get away from their parents, especially as loving as they are. I just can’t live the life I want if they are in my life. Also, how do my grandparents keep coming up with new synonyms for “girl”? I swear every time I meet them they have a million new ones.

Just because I feel like this has been a long and heavy talk, let’s talk about something lighter. I still like anime. My favourite is JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure. I love listening to music. I love Muse, HIM, Rammstein, Foo Fighters and Royal Blood. I actually have gained back interest in countryhumans. This time, it’s the historical aspect. Not the shipping countries kind. I love history. I have a great history teacher. I just take history too seriously, but let’s not talk about the panic attacks I get because I feel like I have failed my history teacher’s expectations. Well… My birthday is in a month! I’ll be 15. I’m pretty nervous.

Thank you for listening. Obviously this isn’t everything, but I am tired, and it’s past 3 am now. I probably forgot something I wanted to say, but that’s too bad. I know it’s pretty dark and long, but I hope whoever is reading this doesn’t mind. I hope you have a good rest of your day/night. This probably has lots of mistakes.

[tea-and-secrets]

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I need to ramble about an ex friend real quick

Lets call him [RED] since that's not his real name but the similarities between him and this character are uncanny, and let's call me [GREEN] since that's my name.

So this guy. We've been friends since grade [REDACTED]. We've always been good friends. He's pretty cool, always been pretty cool. One day, in grade like [REDACTED], he just stops talking to me for some reason. Why, you ask!? BECAUSE HIS GIRLFRIEND CONVINCED HIM TO CUT OFF ALL HIS FRIENDS. but this isn't about his ex-girlfriend (boyfriend? Partner? Never bothered to update but I'm pretty sure his ex girlfriend was trans too). We managed to make up after that.

Anyway, we'd spent most of our childhoods on and off between this strange state of friendship and him not even acknowledging my existence. Grade [REDACTED] we were friends, grade [REDACTED] we weren't, grade [REDACTED] we were friends, grade [REDACTED] we were acquaintances, grade [REDACTED] was rocky but we eventually made up. And most of grade [REDACTED] was fine.

Then his ex started to say and do some pretty awful shit, including encouraging him to s/h. She was pretty horrible to me too, even when we were friends. Anyway, covid hits and we start losing contact, and then grade [REDACTED] starts and we're pretty much besties again since we never saw his ex again (where did she go?). We also met this one kid, who's gonna be important later on, who let's call [GREY].

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Anyway, me and [RED] have a few more fights, and we end up in a low point. This is like the end of grade [REDACTED]. We're still friends, but it's not good. Me and [GREY] ended up getting closer over the summer, since we conveniently lived super close. [REDACTED] grade starts and me and [RED] get super close again, to the point of me confessing feelings for him that I've had since we met (Also confessing that I hated his crush (who let's name [BRONZE] since I'm an unoriginal whore), which leads to me never talking to [BRONZE] or any of her friends again, which i was fine with cause I'd always hated her), and he cuts me off for like an entire day or two or three. Which sucks, obviously, but we get over it and are besties. [GREY] and [RED] are also close, which makes sense.

Soon, me and [GREY] share each other's first kiss and start dating, and [RED] is PISSED. no clue why. So anyway, with a clueless little [GREEN] now dating a clueless [GREY], and a [RED] who seems to hate me and doesn't talk to [GREY], we end up having a fight that ends with me in tears and I do something that I very much regret (I set something of his on fire after school. Little [GREEN] was a pyromaniac -- i still sort of am).

Anyway, [GREY] forgives me since they knew that I was being impulsive and irrational, but [RED] is still not talking to me. Then, suddenly, the whole class save for [GREY] and my other best friend (Uhhh…. [CRIMSON], sure) starts hating me. Then, suddenly, the whole school. I ask [CRIMSON], and they (at the time she) tells me that [RED] had not only told everyone what I did, but also spread a shit ton of rumours about me. I was basically shunned from everyone and everything, until I had to move away later in grade [REDACTED].

Keep in mind, I was [REDACTED] years old when this happened.

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Anyway, time skip a few horrible months, and I finally get in contact with [RED] again. He's convinced we're still besties, and by then I'd blocked grade [REDACTED] out of my head, so I start hanging out with him again, and invite him to my [REDACTED] birthday party. but for some reason he seems very uncomfortable with me. I ask him why, and it turns out that he's not comfy with how "friendly" I'm being.

Unbeknownst to me, I was acting like the end of grade [REDACTED] never happened -- which i was because i couldnt REMEMBER the end of [REDACTED] grade. So we have another fight, and we're basically never as good friends again as we used to be. We're still distant acquaintances.

Time skip another few horrible years, to about a month ago. During [REDACTED] grade, me and [GREY] had decided not to date, but we are still very good friends (occasionally with benefits). By now, [GREY] and [RED] are also friends. [GREY] gives me [RED]'s snapchat, and we start "chatting."

He asks me how I've been, and I return the favour. A few selfies. Some mutual updates on a game we like. He asks about school, and I tell him how junior high and high school had been since we last talked, since that's what you do. I ask the same, and he starts going off at or on me for - something?? I can't tell, but he doesn't seem happy.

Anyway, I don't answer his nonsensical rant, and he texts me a few weeks later "Hey, [GREEN], what's up??" So I, not liking him and now remembering why we stopped talking in the first place, again don't answer. A few days later, a lot of friends I had saved on snap from our old school had blocked me. Apparently, according to [GREY] at least, [RED] spread more rumours about me. His excuse? "Payback." IT WAS TWO YEARS AGO!! YOU CAN GET A NEW ONE!! You didn't have to make everyone hate me over it!!!

Anyway, yeah, we still haven't talked since then. I hate him and he hates me and I can't watch the character [RED] without thinking about him. It sucks, but I'm glad he's out of my life.

[abyssal-author-and-artist]

I have been thinking about this every day for a month you all need to hear this

No I'm not putting a cut just just hear me out please

So I passed this car on my way to college, like a month ago in the carpool and I saw this Mimikyu sticker on the car. Mimikyu is literally my least favorite pokemon but I saw it and my brain wanted to do something with it. So I came up with a character. This is their story.

It starts with a little blind girl. All she wants in life is a Pikachu. She wants to raise a Pikachu and be its best friend and that's all she wants. But her parents can't catch one bc of overcatching or something, so they get her a Mimikyu and hope that's good enough - she's blind, after all, and they don't think she'll notice.

Instantly, she takes to the Mimikyu - she calls him Kyukyu and they go everywhere together. He guides her around objects, she always refers to him as a Pikachu, so on and so forth. Well one day she hits like 10 and has to go to trainer school. Her parents write into her 504 (or japanese equivalent) that Kyukyu is only to be referred to as Kyukyu or as a Pikachu. To not upset her.

It's time for practice battle number one, and when the teacher tells her to use a move, everyone gets nervous. She thinks Kyukyu is a real Pikachu, of course, so how will she fight? She'd probably use Thunderbolt or something else Mimikyu can't learn.

She has him use Shadow Ball.

Everyone is confused, including Kyukyu, but he uses the move and life moves on. That day at lunch someone asks her about it. Because everyone treats Kyukyu like a Pikachu, right? But she told him to move like she knew he was a ghost type.

She says "He is a Pikachu. Just because he's physically a Mimikyu doesn't make him less of a Pikachu to me. He's my best friend, and I understand him better than anyone else in this world. Why do you think I call him Kyukyu instead of any other nickname? And besides, it doesn't matter if he's a Pikachu or a Mimikyu or whatever. He's my partner Pokemon, and that's all that really matters."

In the end, she ends up not being a she, and in fact, he's a trans man. He names himself Ryou and lives with his girlfriend as a gym leader. They're a double battle gym. He focuses on ghost types and she focuses on fairy types. Their whole thing is being the odd gym leaders.

I even know what this guy looks like, like he's been consuming my head and I love him so much

[helenaheissner]

Love During Robot Fighting Time: Chapter 30

Zeke

My arms were wrapped around Katie’s hips as I made out with her, lips on hers, tongue feeling hers. The beginnings of her bust tickled her as we pressed together and her falsies mashed against her delicate chest, and she wouldn’t stop giggling and squealing. 

For more reasons than one, mind you: my girl was championship-bound. 

Now all I had to do was meet her there. 

“Is it my turn yet?” Faith asked, leaning forward and offering a glimpse at her cleavage. 

Kate and I met eyes and nodded at each other, and I scooped Faith up into a bridal carry while Kate cupped the smaller girl’s cheeks in her hands and planted a kiss on her lips. 

For what it’s worth, I’m sure I sounded like a certain kind of guy when I say I love watching my girlfriends make out with each other. And I didn’t not get turned on by it, but also it was just… Lovely. They were both so beautiful, and they cared for each other so much. What the three of us had was multiplicable, growing and growing with each moment any or all of us were together. And part of me… Maybe part of me deep down was worried that there were things that the two of them would share that I’d never be a part of, that I could never even hope to understand or comprehend. They were both girls, they were both trans, they both had parents’ that actually loved them. They were both miles smarter than I was. But when they stopped kissing each other and both pointed their eyes towards me, any and all fears I had evaporated. I  was a part of them, just as they were part of me and part of each other. We all went together. We all fit together. 

The only question was ‘who to kiss first?’

Kate answered for me when she pushed Faith’s face towards mine and we locked lips. God, carrying her in my arms felt good. Images sparked inside my mind, of carrying her past the threshold of a new house while she wore a white dress that moments later I tore off of her with my teeth.

I would do anything for this woman. 

I would do anything for either of these women. 

But for both of them… For both of these women, I could do anything. 

Including win this fight tonight. 

“Oh get a room, you perverts,” Haverfield’s nasally, serpentine voice snarled as he wheeled Ansible past us. 

“Not until we get done schooling your pathetic ass, Haverfield,” I said, eyes narrow as I set Faith down on her feet and held her close to me. 

He quite literally throbbed with rage, fists balled, neck-vein bulging, eyes wide and breathing frenzied. He opened his mouth, and a river of slurs came pouring out. I lunged forward, fists raised, but I stopped when I felt two hands tugging at the back of my shirt: my girlfriends didn’t want this fight. They wanted a different one.

“Little bitch,” Haverfield said before spitting at my feet. He skulked away, fists still clenched while his arms hung limp at his sides. 

I grinded my teeth together while plotting all the ways I’d subjugate this hateful bastard to my wrath inside the ring. But at the same time, recognition sparked inside my mind. 

The wall at Gaines’. 

My eyes shot open, and I turned to look at Katie. Going by the look on her face, she was having the exact same thought as me. 

Kate started, “Did he-”

“I think he did.”

“The gym,” Faith said, pulling both of us into a huddle. “You guys are talking about-”

“Yeah,” Kate and I said simultaneously. 

“Shit.”

“We have no evidence, though,” Kate said. 

“You’re right,” I said. 

Faith shook her head. “We don’t need it. We just need to get him to fess up. Get most folks mad enough, secrets come spilling out.”

Kate smirked. “I don’t think that’ll be too much of a problem where Haverfield is concerned.”

“But that’s assuming he did it,” Faith said. 

“He just quoted that wall of hate-speech verbatim,” I pointed out. 

“Yeah, because he’s a bigoted asshole, and none of those were uncommon slurs where the three of us are concerned,” Faith pointed out. She blinked once, then added, “I really hate that there are common and uncommon slurs- too many bad words that all mean the same terrible things.”

“I don’t disagree,” Kate said. “On either count. The Portmans’ have just as much motive, and they’re arguably about as terrible as Haverfield is. Same with Olivia-”

“It wasn’t Olivia,” Faith said. “That’s not me defending her, that’s just me being honest: she’s way too much of a straight-shooter to do something like that.”

“She’s right,” I said. “Olivia’s not stupid or impulsive, she’s just a linear-thinker. It would never even occur to her to do something like this.”

“Fair point,” Kate nodded. “I’ll defer to you guys on that. So it was either Haverfield, the Portmans, or…”

“Or who?”

Kate blinked. “I almost don’t wanna say it yet. Let’s just… Proceed with the whole ‘piss off Haverfield so bad he spills any beans he me or may not have’ plan and take it from there, okay?”

“Works for me,” I said.

“Same here,” Faith said. 

That was when my phone alarm went off. It was fight time. 

“Speaking of which,” Faith smiled. She gave me a peck on the cheek and said, “You ready for this, big guy?”

I put on my winningest smile and said, “Hell yeah I am.”

***

“IT’S! ROBOT FIGHTING TIME!!!!” boomed the announcer. “In the Red Square: this ‘bot will destroy you at the speed of light. It’ll drag you all across space and time, and leave you DISPOSSESSED! IT’S… ANSIBLE!!!”

I’d like to say something about how nobody cheered for Haverfield… But that would just be patently untrue. Plenty of people cheered for him, plenty clapped for him. It was normal. It was expected. 

And it still pissed me off. “I guess some people really do like you, Haverfield,” I chirped, wearing my best smug-douchebag-smirk. “Who woulda thunk it?”

“Oh shut up, you little brat,” he snarled at me from across the stage while the commentators said their bit. 

“AND IN THE BLUE SQUARE!” the announcer continued. “This bot KNOWS THE DRILL! It gets STRAIGHT TO THE POINT! It’ll get your SCREWS LOOSE and PLUG YOU FULL OF HOLES! IT’S… DAI GURREN!!!”

Faith and I did a few steps of our waltz, drinking in the limelight, hoping beyond hope we could make it past this one. Haverfield looked downright apoplectic, eyes bulging so wide I thought they’d pop out of his skull. 

We wheeled DG into the battle box, and Haverfield just kept glaring at us from across the way. I drummed my fingers on my thighs while Faith breathed slow, steady breaths in and out her nostrils. “You ready?” I whispered into her ear. 

“You’re at my side, aren’t you?” she turned and said to me in a soft voice. 

“Of course I am.”

“And you always will be?”

“Until the end of the world,” I answered. “And maybe even a few days after that.”

She smiled, and in an instant, I was pulled back to the night we met, the first time we’d spoken in that cafeteria, the first time I’d seen her light up and show off those pearly-whites, when she’d first shown me the plans for her robot. 

For our robot. 

“I love you,” we said at the same time, and then we both paused and blinked and chuckled. Then, again at the same time, we both said, “I love you too.”

“Oh my fucking God,” Haverfield groaned. 

We both gave covert middle fingers, making sure to keep out of the camera’s view. Honestly, it felt like we didn’t even have to try to piss him off- us being happy seemed like enough to set his blood boiling.

What a fucking loser.

“ ROBOTS! ACTIVATE!”

And away we went. 

We flanked him on opposite sides, DG bearing left while I drove G to the right. Haverfield went after DG first, so I went in from behind to puncture his back-left tire. That, however, was when he reversed course, and I very narrowly swung out of the way before he flattened me. I pivoted and shot after his side, hoping to sever the connective wire that kept his horizontal buzzsaw spinning. He kept up his reverse-course while Faith and I gave chase. Bastard had upped his speed significantly over the course of the season, and he weaved out of the way of the screws just in time for DG to nearly crash into them. 

Nearly, like I said. Still, Faith muttering profanity under her breath hammered home how bad that could have been. 

“Steady, Faithy, steady,” I said. 

“Right,” she said. 

Haverfield came rushing back towards us, and we both charged him together. I tilted G’s drill upwards as I snuck underneath Ansible’s blade, then shoved the drill into the spinner and jammed the thing. Haverfield screamed as he powered forward, but I held my ground as DG caught up and punctured him with all of her drills, and together we ripped Haverfield apart. Haverfield pushing forward only caused us to eviscerate more and more of him, and when ten seconds passed and we pulled away, Ansible’s primary weapon fell off. 

It clattered on the floor, no longer anything but a hunk of metal. 

Haverfield screamed, and screamed, and screamed, but we just kept at him, ramming and puncturing and drilling and pushing him back into a corner until there was nothing behind him but the rotating screws. Frothing at the mouth with rage, he charged us, and we both dodged and then took him from behind. I got his wheels, Faith his engine. 

And then, he stopped. 

No movement, no noise, nothing. 

Even Nate Haverfield himself was rendered silent. 

“10! 9! 8!” the countdown began. 

Faith and I started our waltz together before it was even over, and we finished, Haverfield had already stormed off. 

As we put our robots on the sledge, I watched Haverfield skulking down the hallway and into the pits. 

“Hey, Faith?” I said. 

“Go,” Faith said. 

“A-are you sure. Don’t you want me to-”

“Go find out the truth,” Faith said, putting a hand on my shoulder. “For us, and for our girl.”

I nodded, then I gave chase and followed Haverfield out the door and into the parking lot. “Haverfield!” I called after him. “Haverfield! Hold up a second!”

He stopped short and turned around and glared at me, snarling, fists bunched, eyes shooting not just daggers but full on swords. “What the fuck do you want, you little shit? Are you done trying to humiliate me?!”

I breathed out slowly. “No, actually, I’m not.”

He stood in front of his car, an old and beat-up looking pick-up truck with a faded red paint job. “Okay then, asshole, let’s go-”

I didn’t wait for him to finish. I just punched him in the nose. He stumbled backwards and landed against his car, then tried to charge at me. I tripped him as he ran forward, and he face-planted on the concrete. “Ahh, fuck!” he groaned. 

I fought off the urge to kick him while he was down, and settled for asking, “Why’d you do it, Nate?”

“Do what?!”

“Gaines’ facility,” I said. 

“What about it?”

“Why’d you rob the place? Why’d you graffiti it with slurs?”

 “What the hell are you talking about, boy?” he said, rolling over and looking at me while clutching his bloody nose. 

“Don’t play dumb, Nathan, I’m really not in the mood. You made my girlfriend have a panic attack, and I don’t take that lightly,” I said, beginning to reconsider kicking him while he was down. 

He lowered his head, letting me take in the full glory of his bloodied face. “Newsflash, asshole! It wasn’t me! I didn’t even know about that until you told me just now!”

“Why should I believe you?”

He gaped at me. “Fuck, man, I dunno. Look, I get it, you and I don’t like each other, and I definitely don’t like your weird little relationship you’ve got with Watanabe and Calloway, but I’m not a monster, and I’m definitely not a criminal. It. Wasn’t. Me.”

I loomed over him, fists balled, jaw clenched. What to do now. It was my word against his, I had no proof-

“He’s telling the truth,” came a voice from across the parking lot. We both looked over and saw Kate approaching us, utter defeat and misery pouring off of her. “He didn’t do it. They caught the guy who did it. Check your phone- I just sent you the headline.”

I pulled my phone out of my pocket, opened the link Kate texted me. ‘Local businessman arrested for insurance fraud.’

I looked up and let my mouth hang open while I locked eyes with Kate. Her arms hung limp at her sides. Gaines did it to himself, to collect the money, and probably to have an excuse to cut ties with Kate. 

“Uh, what’s going on?” Haverfied said. 

“Just go home, Haverfield,” Kate said absently. “My boyfriend is sorry for hitting you, even if you started it.”

“Uh, right,” I nodded. 

“Whatever. Time to cut my losses and walk away,” Haverfield said. “If I come back next season, we’ll settle this in the battle box then. Have a nice life, ya’ weirdos.”

Kate and I stood there, staring at each other while Haverfield lumbered into his car and drove away. Finally, I walked towards her and said, “Kate, I-”

“It’s okay,” Kate said. “Haverfield… He’s a jerk. And we both assumed the worst.”

“That’s not what I meant,” I said, closing the gap between us, putting my hands towards her shoulders. 

She shied away. “I, uh, I need to be alone right now.”

“Are you sure-”

“Yeah.”

“I’m sorry if I-”

“It’s nothing you’ve done,” Kate said. “I just… I dunno, this all just really stings, and I think I need some space to lick my wounds.”

“I completely understand,” I said. 

Kate nodded. “I’ll call you tomorrow. Say good night to Faith for me, okay?”

She turned and walked away, down the lot and into her own truck already loaded up with her robot, before I could even respond. 

Faith came out the side-exit of the arena as Kate’s car started up. Kate drove away as Faith caught up to me. 

“Hey,” Faith said. “I heard the news. Where’s-”

“Home,” I said. “She’s… She’s gonna need some time to process this one.”

“Okay,” Faith nodded. “I just… I hope she’s ready in time for next week.”

I blinked, and the full gravity of the situation finally hit me: Kate was going to the finals next week, her sponsor was in LA County lockup waiting on bail, she had no money, and her opponents were… 

Her boyfriend and her girlfriend. 

And with that knowledge, I watched my girlfriend, and my soon to be opponent, drive away, a hideous knot of dread and angst threatening to strangle my heart.

***

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[mostlikelyunliked]

tumblr i need help because i know you guys are better than any hotline with the type of situation im in

okay so my boyfriend is trans ftm, which makes me gay (or straight because i might be trans but thats a whole other issue), and today, while i was walking home from school, i was having a panic attack. my parents dont share custody, and my dad gets me wednesday afternoons. i was not mentally prepared to go to his place because i was having a sh!t ton of dysphoria and stress and all that ✨amazing✨ sh!t was just sending me down the usual spiral thinking about my ex-step-father which triggered my ptsd which is really great, isnt it?

anyway when i got home my mom could tell i was upset and asked me what was wrong and over the conversation i accidentally tell her im gay (because i’m super fncking smart), and she asked how i was gay because i had a girlfriend (i didnt tell her he was trans), so i told her. she was supportive and sh!t but that doesnt matter because my boyfriend hasnt come out and i wasnt supposed to tell anybody and i didnt mean to but anyway my dad knocked on the door and i left and then i text my mom not to tell anybody.

an hour or so later my little brother texts me “mom told <SIBLING-NAME> and me”.

is it okay for me to be angry at my mom for this

and also please help i want to kms

dont send me links to support hotline or anything ive tried talking to them it doesnt work

[astridhesp]

an Astrid's break(story)

a story of a kid realising they're trans uploaded in parts

me Let preface this by saying some would not call me astrid

And none have since birth because i am not a regular girl

Because in fact at birth i wasn't one at all

This isn't the story of a teenage girl becoming popular or getting a boyfriend this is the story of a teenage boy realising he isnt a boy

Chapter 1: habromania

The school bus was never a pleasant experience especially as there was no headphones to block out the idiotism of the kids who had no other worries than to what there privileged mother had put in their packed lunches

I sat down next to finn an extremely short boy with fluffy ruffled hair and a really high pitch voice and without fail always wore some sort of black vest beneath his clothes.i push my bag, a bag more resembling a handbag than anything to which i get relentless bullying for but it's worth it, beneath the bus seat in front of me to which another one of my friends sit, jack an extremely tall skinny boy with flat blonde hair and rough hands with scar marks on them where his skeleton should be.Next to jack sat a girl with dirty blonde hair named janice ,but everybody calls jan for short she's jacks girlfriend yet neither me nor finn enjoy her company all that much.

I look down and see finn is once again wearing a hoodie but this one's new it's got jack skellington on it 

“Nice hoodie, it's new right?” 

i inquire to finn he looks up at me with the cutest smile on his face a curve level with his little nose scrunched up in joy making him resemble a pug

“MICK”

He belts out putting his arm around my shoulder and hugging me i thoroughly enjoy his warmth and out my neck down on his shoulder

“I thought you'd skived school man i was gonna be pissed alone in english and i wore this hoodie just for you i know you love my oversized ones” he states

“Don't worry about me man you'll be fine in english but i will be nabbing your hoodie the second it comes off” i reply cheekily

He sighs, acting as if he's not trying to mask his smile at my statements. I giggle and put my arm around him letting him lay on my chest for the rest of the bus ride.

We arrive at our dreaded location and almost immediately homophobic insults get yelled at me and finn despite the fact he's not gay to my knowledge and i'm pretty sure im not gay either

I go straight to the bathroom sending jack and jan along to their form whilst i go to sort my hair out and finn follows close behind gripping my hand as there is no bag handle otherwise for him to grasp and put myself in front of the mirror, i see a boy with medium length hair looking back at me medium height still tall compared to finn yet my hairs still in my eyes no matter which what way i brush it. Finn giggles at my inconvenience and tells me to look at him and he brushes my hair away with his hand so I

have a good view of his perfect face.we stay there for a minute just looking at each other before finn cuts it short and reminds me we need to go to form.

Form and English go about as expected, the only good thing about them being that I sit next to Finn in them. At breaktime I get asked if I'm in a couple with Finn and I find the question weird because they all laughed when they asked it but even if I was, why would it be a laughing matter.Finns a good guy there's nothing wrong with him why would they laugh.

The rest of the day is kind of a blur because i can't think why they would laugh.finn notices something is up on the bus ride back but instead of doing what most would do and try to talk about it he knows me and hugs me and lets me lay on him as he fidgets with my hair as i calm down in his lap.

“Do you want me to stay the night at yours”

proposes finn to which i agree swiftly but a year 11 comes over to us and says multiple slurs at us to which i tell him to clear off but he says

“I was planning to anyways rather than be near two gayboys like you”

BUT IM NOTGAY ,at least I don't think so.

Me and finn walk home together but i ask him on the way

“Are we-you-me-us i don't know is this… gay”

“I don't know it depends what you want”

“Well… are you gay”

“ to be completely honest i don't know”

“Me neither”

[hazel2468]

So, yes and no.

My parents are those self-proclaimed "left wing progressives" who CLAIM to be so... But then you get down to it and they really aren't.

I was raised being taught by them that we should treat all people the same, with respect, no matter the color of their skin. Yet out of all the shitty guys I dated, the one they were most openly against was the awesome man I was with in high school- who I am still friends with to this day- who is a person of color. My whole family is like this. My cousin kept her boyfriend a secret for FOUR YEARS, and only told the family when it became clear that they wanted to spend their lives together, because he is black.

I was raised being taught that disabled people are people, that we should not judge people nor be afraid of them because they are disabled. And yet I was also constantly told that I, a disabled child, should try and appear as "normal" as possible. My parents refused to get me further assessed for ADHD in high school. My depression was not taken seriously. I was always kept on a strict "as little medication as possible, so you're not that different from everyone else"... Which did not help me. When I call myself disabled TO THIS DAY. My parents still balk at the notion. My whole family does.

I was raised being taught that it is rude and unfair to judge people based on how they look. That I should never make comments about other people's bodies, that you cannot judge who someone is based on their size. Yet I was constantly told and shown that some foods were Good, and some were Bad, and when I got fat in high school, I was berated and punished because there was no way I was getting "Bad" food at home, and I was misbehaving and clearly out of control, as evidenced by my weight.

I was raised being taught that love is love, that gay people were okay. That people who love one another should be allowed to be in love, date, get married, adopt children. Yet when I came out, it was to disbelief. To my mother insisting I was just "gay till graduation". To my parents refusing to seriously address that I was bisexual until I had a girlfriend. I still have not told them that I am trans, nor have I told them that I am genderqueer and taking T.

I was brought up in this environment of "Oh it's fine for OTHER people to do that.. But not US. WE don't do those things. We're NORMAL." And, having recently reconnected with a cousin, who is also queer, I know I am not alone in this as a queer person.

There is something that is just.. not especially insidious about this kind of family environment, but it DOES do, I think. A special kind of damage to those raised in it. In that you have Special Rules to follow, that you need to be Normal because the family says so, but if you EVER try to point out how you've been made to feel?

Oh, that can't be true. After all. Look how accepting they are of everyone else.

[theoracleofgiana]

The First Q&A Stream

(Streamer au)

Camillia sets down her beer with a smug smile. "Come on, chat. Don't you guys have anything good?" Marcie says, exasperated at the lack of questions. Emil had been the one to suggest they did a Q&A stream together. Everyone agreed it was a good idea. It was decided it would be filmed when they met up for PAX. So here they were, in a nice hotel streaming the Q&A. At some point, Brooklynn had got some alcohol for those who needed it. 

"Have you ever shot a gun?" Emil reads from chat. Marcie snots while Brooklynn seems to be rethinking her life choices. Camillia sits up, causing the other three to look at her. "No way," Brooklynn says with disbelief. Camillia shoots her a grin before launching into her story. "So, my dad's a single parent. As a single parent and father, he wanted us to bond somehow. So, little thirteen-year-old Camillia was dragged out for a camping trip which was a cover to teach me how to hunt. I'm not going to be too graphic, chat. But, to answer the question, yes, I know how to shot a gun and I can never watch Bambi again, "Camillia gives the chat a soft smile before standing up. "Where are you going? You can't just leave us with that!" Marcie cries out while Camillia walks away from the group. "I'm heading to the bathroom, Mar. You'll be fine without me," Camillia calls over her shoulder before walking entirely out of frame.

"Well then," Emil says, uncertain about what to do next. Brooklynn saves her by checking if the chat has more questions. "What is the most embarrassing memory you have from school?" Brooklynn asks the other two to save them from Camillia's lack of story. Emil takes it with grace. "I think my most embarrassing memory is when I thought I was dating this girl," Emil starts, and Marcie gives him a look of pity. "What do you mean, thought?" Brooklynn asks, already getting concerned for the boy. "Well, that's the thing," He gives the two a sheepish look. "I thought we were dating because she had told me she liked me. I told her I felt the same way. We held hands and kissed a lot. We went on dates and were always with one another. An important thing to remember is I was still very feminine looking during this time." The last sentence makes Marcie concerned. It was no secret Emil was trans, as he often had trans flags littered throughout his channel branding. "So, a few months into this, she comes to me and starts gushing about this guy," Emil continues his story, oblivious to the concern of the other two. "I'm sitting there confused, but I assume she's excited to have a new friend. Until she tells me that she has a crush on him. So I'm upset and tell her that I am. She was then confused, so I explained that we were dating. She laughed and informed me she did those things with all her best girlfriends. So, my most embarrassing memory is that whole situation." He finishes and takes a deep breath to steady himself. "Dude! I'm sorry you had to go through that," Marcie tells the boy as she hugs him. Brooklynn hugs him as well. Emil lets out a soft sigh and gently pushes the two girls away. "Let's just move on," He tells them. 

The two give each a quick look but agree and move back to read the chat. "What is the dumbest thing you've ever done?" Brooklynn finds a question before Marcie. Marcie sighs wistfully. "So, chat, you know how I have a girlfriend," Marcie starts and immediately gets wide-eyed looks from the other two. Marcie scoffs at their expressions. "The dumb thing I did isn't related to us dating," She tells them with a huff. Emil chuckles sheepishly while Brooklynn shrugs. Rolling her eyes, Marcie begins her story. "The dumb thing I did was specific date plans I made. I wanted to celebrate my girlfriend coming home from the army, so I planned this girl's day. It was messages, getting our nails done, the whole work. Before anyone asks, Christy enjoys things like that and has often taken me on dates like this before. She also had been home for a while, but we lived in different states. She wanted to be with family the first few days before she came to visit me." Marcie explains, giving a slight glare to the chat before continuing. "So, I'm excited to surprise her with this, and I head to the airport to pick her up. Now while planning this day, I didn't ask her about certain things. For example, she shaved off her hair because it kept getting in her way. She didn't want to be touched by other people due to panic attacks," Marcie pause and hangs her head. "I felt so bad! I should have asked how she was with others and everything. She reassured me a thousand times that it was okay and that I couldn't have known. I still feel bad about it, even if it's a funny story. So, that's the dumbest thing I've ever done, in my opinion." Emil is laughing into his hand, Brooklynn is trying hard not to chuckle, and Camillia, who arrives in time to hear the end of the story, grins widely. Marcie scoffs at all her friends and grabs the phone from Brooklynn. 

"Do you consume a lot of caffeine?" Marcie reads off the first question she finds. Brooklynn snorts but realizes the other three are staring at her. "What?" She asks, confused by the looks. "You laughed so clearly there's a story. So, spill," Camillia tells the redhead with a wave of her hand. Brooklynn rolls her eyes with a smile playing on her lips. "First of all, I snorted, and second, there is a story," She takes a moment to gather her thoughts before continuing. "The answer is yes. The story is about how my sisters and I were difficult kids. My mom is a big coffee drinker and a single mother of three. She deserves a gold medal for putting up with the three of us. Anyway, there was a day the oldest sister, Bridget, had a brilliant idea. For April Fools, she roped Rina, the youngest, and me into this awful idea. The plan was to dump out all of my mother's coffee beans and pretend we had eaten them all," Brooklynn takes a moment to reminisce while  Emil looks at the woman in shock. Camillia shakes her head, and Marcie seems to be rethinking her choice of friends. Brooklynn continues her story. "My mother wakes up on April first and sees her coffee bean container empty. When she goes to her kids, they tell her they ate all of them. My mom very calmly gets us dressed and into the car very quickly. My sisters and I didn't understand what was happening, and one of us asked about it. Mom told us we were going to the doctor, and immediately, we started to complain. She explained she needed to know if we were okay after eating coffee beans, the truth came out, and we headed home. She wasn't mad and just sighed. I recently asked my mother about the incident and how she managed to stay calm. She told me she was furious and wanted to yell at us. What kept her sane was repeating how much she loved us in her head." The group gives an aw at the end of the story. "That's kinda sweet," Emil says as Camillia nods in agreement. Brooklynn smiles softly and playfully pushes him. "Whatever, let's just move on," She tells the group, a little embarrassed. 

The four continue the night, telling stories and jokes. When they're all getting sleepy, they decide to end the stream. After saying goodbye and telling chat about some of their plans for the next day, the stream officially ends. The four get ready for bed and climb into the beds. Marcie and Brooklynn are in one bed. Camillia and Emil are in the other. Emil smiles softly as he's wrapped in the arms of Camillia. The taller girl gives him a light squeeze before drifting off. Next to them, Brooklynn and Marcie are nestled together in their bed. All four drift peacefully to sleep. 

(A/n: A Q&A stream with platonic cuddling! This is really a get-to-know-the-streamer/character in this world better. I'm happy with how this turned out. I hope you all enjoyed it and I can't wait to write the next one!)

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inspired by the prompt by @danphanwritingprompts:

Danny narrowed his eyes as the Uber arrived at the church, and he finally remembered the occasion. “Wait, Mom? Did we just pregame Vlad’s funeral?” Danny asked. Maddie scowled. “Shut up and act sober. For some reason, your dad loved that miserable creep,” she told him. “It’s the only way to get through the day,” Jazz agreed, fumbling to open the door and step out.

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Looking out the window was making him nauseous, like really  really nauseous. The kind of nauseous he only got when sick or from a good punch. He knew a thing or two about good punches. He’d been taking them for a few years now.

It really wasn’t fair if you asked him. One should ask him because it was an experience that only he could experience. After all, halfa's were rare as can be. Skulker had certainly told him enough for him to know. Every brush with alcohol in his younger days was, well, a mixed bag. He processed it faster than the average person so he was lucky in that aspect that he got drunk faster. But if anything his messing about with alcohol before he was 21 told him it was that it also left much faster than normal. Bullshit ghost rules and all of that. Genuinely being a ghost even half one had very few upsides. Some people online speculated about how cool ghost powers must be to have but clearly none of them knew about the burden that it came with. Sometimes he still wished that he didn’t know. 

However this time for whatever reason the alcohol was hitting him and staying. Maybe it was because the previous times he’d been drinking cheap party booze in Dash’s garage with Sam and Tucker, no one but the three of them aware that they were even there. Instead this time the booze was some semi expensive shit, he didn’t know the name or type but he’d been promised quality. Why he of all people was being given quality alcohol he'd never know but he wasn’t going to turn it down.

That being said seemed the trade off was intense nausea. It wasn’t that bad all things considered, he actually preferred being sloshed for the upcoming event but his body was not agreeing with that. Not that his body agreed with a lot of things. The disagreement between ghost and human sometimes really bit him in the ass. His head was floaty, the world in front of him was spinning badly, maybe it’d be worth it to never drink again. Especially if he was going to have this reaction . If only he’d invited Sam and Tucker. They were great fun and always knew how to reel him in. Man he missed them, if only they didn’t all go to different colleges. But nooo all of their majors just had to have few overlapping colleges. At least they were all within a drives (or in his case a flying) distance. When he wasn’t feeling too sick and unbalanced he’d have to fly over to their dorms for a movie night. It’d be nice. Sam might even be able to get them into someplace cool again.

In a stagnant attempt to push the feeling away he turned away from the window and towards his family. Jazz was studying a text on her phone. Probably a message from her girlfriend at university. Maybe she was inviting her. That’d be nice. She seemed nice when he’d saved her as Phantom a month ago, then everyone was nice when their life had just flashed before their eyes and they were rescued from it’s visions. Even when he and Valerie were on the worst of terms he was always grateful when ever she rescued him in either form. Bar Johnny 13 his sisters' taste in partners wasn’t actually all that bad. He actually liked her last girlfriend. Even then with Johnny he wasn’t sure how much of that was actually her taste and how much was Kitty’s possession. 

Certainly Jazz’s apprehension couldn’t be blamed, three of her previous partners both highschool and college were driven away by how weird their family was. She claimed she was fine with it, something about them not truly accepting all parts of her but still. That sucked. School had been rough enough, he couldn’t even count the amount of people that had been weirded out from being his friend because of his parents. Well there was also his reputation but his parents being renowned ghost hunters and chaotic town kooks certainly did not help. Looking back on it more of that might have actually been on his reputation. A nerd with A+ grades until highschool only to then end up with Ds on the best of days and bruises on the worst. Yeah some of that was probably on him.

Jazz gave him a look, he’d spaced out and looked at her for too long, it was weird now. He gave her a shrug and turned to their mother.

Laughing would be rude; he had to remind himself when he spotted her dancing along to the car radio in her dorky adult grooving. It was peaceful in a way. A down time he didn't usually get to appreciate before something bad (normally ghosts) interrupted. It was almost nice in a way to be calm with his mom and sister. Even if the former looked really really stupid.

He snorted anyway at his mom’s dance moves. Discombobulated shoulder jerks and little hand motions mixed in with little head rolls that had no rhyme or reason. It was wildly out of beat and didn’t match the tone of the song on radio. It was definitely the kind of dancing that Tucker would disparagingly call “white people shit”. The thought alone of Tucker's pain at his parents' dance moves was almost enough to send him into hysterics.

Man he missed Tucker.

He’d have to check in on Tucker soon, since he started the latest school assignment he’d sort of ghosted everyone, for the lack of a better word. It was probably the stress of dealing with his assignment partners, he’d done the same last time. Still… in a town and world with ghosts it couldn't hurt to try to check in on him. Tuck was a big boy now he could hold his own in a ghost fight but he didn’t like the idea of leaving him to it. Call him what you will but obsessions were just like that. 

Maybe he was a little possessive.

Just a touch.

“Oh Danny!” his mom squealed as a new song filtered in. The Uber driver rolled his eyes, clearly he thought no one could see him but Danny caught it in the rear view mirror. ” I love this song, isn't it rad!”

He tried not to laugh, he really did, but it was so ridiculous. His parents were doing this on purpose! They had to be! There was no way that they weren’t no one was that out of touch. That behind on lingo. Warm giggles and chuckles bubbled forth, messy and loud. The kind of laugh only those closest to him could coax out of him. Back in school it was only Tuck and Sam that got him to laugh like that (maybe Jazz if she was lucky) make him lose his composure so quickly, but more and more readily his parents had been able to also force the laughs out of him.

If only fourteen year old him could see him now. He’d be so embarrassed. Sitting in the back of an Uber laughing openly at something silly his mom was doing.  She said something he couldn’t catch, teased him probably for laughing. A random pop song and the air coming in from the drivers open window were just loud enough to cover even a raised voice. Even still the there was comfort. Whatever she said was from a place of love.

He loved car rides sometimes. He didn’t always appreciate them when he was younger, kind of like how he felt about his parents. Especially when he was 14 but now? They were some of his favourite times spent with his parents. He just couldn’t help it, something about the rolling scene and music with easy conversation lulled him. It helped keep his obsession at bay, blocking it from flaring if he could see that some of the most important people in his life were there, in front of him safe and sound.

He still ached. Felt that compulsion to check Sam and Tuck. Rather than scream like normal it was a soothing whisper. He was able to drunkenly send them a text about how much he loved them without the skin crawling need to see that they were still standing.

 The Uber slowed to a crawl, the Sudan squealing as they stopped. Man that guy really needed to replace his breaks. He could get in a wreck and then whoever he was ferrying around could get seriously hurt.

No!

He shook his head; he couldn't let his obsession obsess on something so small. It was probably safe to look out of the window again so he chanced a look. Danny narrowed his eyes as the Uber arrived at the church, and he finally remembered the occasion.

“Wait, Mom? Did we just pregame Vlad’s funeral?” Danny asked. 

Maddie scowled,“ Shut up and act sober. For some reason, your dad loved that miserable creep,” she told him.

“It’s the only way to get through the day,” Jazz agreed, fumbling to open the door and step out.

Damn he hadn’t meant to forget the occasion but he couldn’t help it his mind was already prone to wandering and the alcohol was just making it worse. Really it was a miracle he passed highschool in the first place, even when sober his mind just struggled to latch onto subjects, and that was before he had to nightlight as Phantom, hell it wasn’t even nightlighting it was a full double life. Really he didn't even know how he was managing college with the heroing on the side. Best guess if he was pressed to give one was that his parents’ disappointment and the desire to go to space was combining into the ultimate peer pressure. Funny how his brain worked like that, maybe Jazz could explain that to him. She was good for stuff like that. Explanations for why his brain was weird. She tried to give him an acronym for it one time something with A's. An attention thing of some sort. He'd have to ask her about it again sometime so he could wrap his mind around it.

“Hey!” Jazz opened the door, her face inches from his, the scent of some fruity cocktail on her breath,” get out Danny, and remember, act normal. At least for dad’s sake.”

“Yeah,” he waved her off stumbling to his feet, honestly it wasn’t fair that the ground was so unsteady beneath him, kind of transphobic if you asked him. “If you wanted me to act normal then why’d we all get plastered?” he joked.

“Shush,” Jazz clamped a hand on his face, their slow amble up the church's  many  steps paused. “Don’t lick a gift horse in the mouth Danny, you know this will be insufferable.” 

He licked her hand, she recoiled, wiping the spit off on her fancy black dress. 

“Danny!”

He stuck out his tongue in retaliation.

“Behave, ”she chided.

He rolled his eyes and followed her. It was just a funeral, what was the worst they could get into?

 The second he stepped in the church threshold he knew. It put his whole body on edge, the hairs on the back of his neck stood up and the faintest trickled of mist? ghost vaper? Ghost breath? He actually had no clue what it was that came out of his mouth. 

Well he never really understood what he was saying half the time anyways, his mouth had a habit of running out from under him. The worst case of that was just the other week, he was talking to Sam over skype about something and he’d forgotten that she knew about Phantom, how really he had no clue, and he just went on for about twenty minutes making some out there wild excuse for why he’d missed their last hang out when she’d stopped him.

Honestly it was getting embarrassing, even worse was trying to keep things he said to his parents in each form separate. He really had to tell them soon.

It was so easy when he was 14 the breadth of his conversations with them as Phantom at the time could be summed up with a snarky quip from him or a “I’m gonna dissect you” from them. Now though they seemed to be fully taking seriously the notion that ghosts had depth to them. Which while true was deeply inconvenient for him. That meant he had to have interactions with them as Phantom and keep his identity straight ( ha  ). Maybe he should be grateful, they weren’t threatening to dissect him anymore that was certainly a plus, they still definitely wanted to examine him however.  He had considered it, in the depth of the night, allowing them to examine him only to drop the transformation part way through. It’d be funny, just a little bit to catch them off guard like that. But they didn’t deserve a coming out like that. He stifled a groan, he thought he was done with the closet when he’d come out but no life just had to never end and add in ghosts.

“Danny,” Jazz hissed at him. 

He slurred out a huh at her in confusion.

Damn he’d been staring out at nothing, the Pastor? Priest? He didn’t know the difference to be honest, was still talking about Vlad. Shit that’s right! The second he’d walked in his ghost sense had gone haywire, Vlad was still (half) alive in that plush ass casket. He wondered how bad it'd be to fake a stomach ache and transform into Phantom for some ass kickery. Knowing his luck though Vlad might just feign full death embrace just to make a fool of him. 

He would do that, fake his death, hell he was doing it right now! Motive was still unclear to him but Danny was going to get to the bottom of it. The man at the front, religious figure of whatever denomination, was gesturing large and big as he wrapped up.  It was really official, and stuffy, when he finally fully died he wanted his funeral to be nothing like this. Maybe Tuck's ideas of dramatic funeral pranks were where it was at. Or maybe even Sam's ideas of celebratory parties that remembered the dead's life. He wouldn’t object to either of those. 

Alcohol was fading out of his system again, well it’d been nice while it’d lasted but it’d probably be best to not be sloshed if Vlad wanted to cause a scene. 

He sat at the edge of his seat as his father came up for a speech.

“Vlad,” his father stopped to blow his nose,” Vlad was a good friend of mine in college, w-we,” his lip trembled, his large jaw hammering up and down as he stammered for words. It took everything in Danny to not sink into the pew bench in embarrassment. Jack was for all intensive purposes the only person in the entire church that seemed genuinely broken up about the billionaire’s death.

“We drifted apart for a while, and he’d just started to come back to mine and my wife's lives a few years ago and- and- I-I sorry,” he winced as his fathers voice died.

While he didn’t understand his fathers affection for the man his heart couldn't help but ache for the man’s sorrow. His father had such a large heart. He was so trusting and held so much affection in his large beating heart. It was a weakness and a strength. One his mother often said he inherited. He didn’t know if he could see it. He wasn’t so soft, so trusting, so eager to love and care as his father. Then the larger man hadn’t been burned the same. Hadn’t had his heart half electrocuted to death like him.

His mom walked up on the stage, he was briefly impressed by her composure, she was buzzed but also in heels and looked to all the church exceedingly well put together. Quietly she was speaking her hands gently on Jack’s shoulders patting his back soothingly. She often sold herself short. Stating her heart not to be as big, Danny didn’t believe that, not really, his mother was just more careful in those she let in.

“I wasn’t as close to him as my husband,” she admitted, having softly taken the mic from Jack. her fingers were curled around it softly, but her other hand was in her hair. She was fidgeting and searching for words,” but I’m sure those he was close to will miss him dearly.” she said tight lipped. Jack whispered something to Maddie quietly making her smile tightly and nod. The man moved to his seat and let his wife continue his speech in his stead. 

It was nothing notable really, Danny wasn’t one for paying attention to speeches or lectures and a funeral would not be an exception. He caught a few snippets though, his moms implication that she liked him better in college. A line hoping that in death that he could hopefully move on from the past. He really tried to not laugh at that one clearly because she'd noticed the exes. How many of them had known before? How many of the exes had to learn of their blueprint right then and there in the funeral.

Still he sat teetering on the edge of his seat, half paying attention to her words and mind half trained on that open casket. Vlad lay there in the plush box waiting. What for he couldn’t tell yet but he wasn’t going to be caught unaware.

The speeches couldn’t have ended any slower in his opinion. He wished that the alcohol hadn’t run it’s course already. It was so much easier to get through shit when his mind was quieted and his obsession was dulled. Instead he was forced to wait, his waking obsession tearing at his insides making him wait. Watch the lingering guests with apprehensive eyes. A few were expected. Gaggle of divorced exes. Some smattering of people that vaguely had Vlad's chin and nose. It was bizarre, some looked wildly like him and others well. They were utter strangers to Danny. They all were but they seemed almost faceless in how unknown they were. Interestingly none of them really seemed that choked up. He’d never expected troves of people depressed about Vlad’s passing. Still to only have one sobbing mourner? Maybe they just grieved differently...

Yeah maybe.

About when he got his water from the refreshments table he realized that Vlad really wasn't pulling a stunt. Still he had no clue why he was in that damn casket if he was still (half) alive in there. He almost laughed at the absurdity of it all, his worst nightmare was being trapped in one of those, yet Vlad had clambered in willing foot after foot laying stricken and board straight for all that he knew to see him. It didn’t make sense. There had to be some trick.

There had to be.

He thought maybe after his father had bowed his head over the casket head in hands loud body wracking sobs shaking his shoulders that Vlad might then spring to life (ha) and attack them. No, instead he remained laying in that coffin, the soft plush pillow under his head holding him still, the flowers in hand still clutched in strict fingers. He must have some sort of long con going on then. Some sort of goal he was aiming to reach by laying stricken and dead.

Wouldn’t be the first time the man had pulled a bizarre stunt. The time he’d kidnapped Danny and his mom sprang to mind. But there were few situations that came to mind where faking one’s death could come in handy. 

A severe looking man walked up to him a small plate of hors d'oeuvres in hand.  Sam would hate the sight of the small snacks, not a single one was vegetarian. And Tuck? He’d be laughing his head off at the name and size. He really had to rope them into a trip to the movies or arcade sometime soon.

The man greeted him, straightening his professional looking tie as he spoke. The man was exceedingly out of place, in a clean and crisp business suit that hardly matched the tone of mourning clothes. Then his parents were wearing their jumpsuits under their fancy clothes so glass houses and all that.

The man was painfully dull giving Danny his condolences in a rather stilted and clunky tone. The man clearly didn't want to be there. He raised an eyebrow at the man as he finally asked how he knew the ‘deceased’. 

Telling the man something to the effect of, “Just through my parents,” somehow making it clear to the man that he wasn’t particularly choked up by the billionaire's death. Gee he wondered what gave it away, his flat unaffected tone? Or the fact that Vlad was a billionaire with no moral backbone. 

Huh, he must really be missing Sam a lot to be thinking like that. he hated to admit it but she was kinda right. 

Business suit was disinterested in conversation with Danny after that, he hastily wrapped up the conversation. Man even muttered “shame.” under his breath, if Danny wasn’t half dead he wouldn't have caught it. But well nothing ever really worked out well for bureaucrats did it?

Had Vlad seriously faked his death to avoid paying a few measly bucks? The man was a billionaire! He must really owe them a mean amount of money for them all to arrive at the funeral like this. Maybe they hoped the will would work in their favour? Not far in front of the refreshment table were two suits talking unabashedly about the amounts that Vlad owed them. If it weren’t for the setting Danny would think that they were coming or going from an important meeting.

For what was probably the first time he properly looked at all of the guests. Actually taking them in, a good chunk like he’d noticed before were the exes that half looked like his mom, and their kids (hopefully they weren’t biologically Vlads). Then there were the vague family members that looked like Vlad watered down with kindness. But the rest? Suits and-

Oh.

Oh he had to step behind an archway and stuff a fist in his mouth to stop himself from laughing out loud. Vlad had fucking bounty hunters being sent after him! It was karmic, he had to stop himself from busting a gut right then and there in the middle of a church. It was already blasphemy enough to be the walking dead he didn't want to also throw in disrespecting the (only mostly) dead into the mix. 

Well at least they weren’t all debtors, lurking around the corners and edges of the room was a guy he’d worked with as Phantom a few years ago. He was kind of hot in a rugged sort of way. If it weren’t for Sam and Tuck he’d have considered flirting seriously with the other man. As it was his joking flirting got him in trouble with the other two.

He was really acting up being normal, that rugged man. Mingling about with other people dressed neatly.

Clear to only  Danny what he was, what the others like him were, the man wandered unaware that Danny was watching him. Ironically he only knew they were bounty hunters because Vlad had hired the rugged man and his crew to hunt Phantom that time a few years ago and now? Oh the tables have turned. Someone, maybe one of the exes, or the debtors wanted him dead. Damn what had Vlad done?

Ghost Zone inhabitants had mixed opinions on him, many of which wanted him dead or knocked down a peg. But that was the Ghost Zone, half of them wanted  Danny  dead at some point or another. This was the human world. Earth and shit, it was much harder to piss off someone to the level of murder. Not impossible but damn. He grinned at this, Vlad was (half) alive and (sorta) well in that casket and he couldn’t do anything if he started to stir shit up. Life was beautiful, twinkling and gorgeous, he decided. He Didn’t need Tucker and Sam to have fun.

 He started with one of the exes. He went out of his way to ignore her dyed red hair and pale purple eyes as he talked with her. It wasn’t her fault that Vlad had a complex, he reminded himself as the woman talked. Fault couldn’t be pinned on her for the parallels he could search between his mother and her. She was nice in a weird way, again really like his mom. It was unnerving. He kept trying to ignore her beady eyed gremlin of a child as she talked to him about the will. 

Whatever Vlad had done for all the people in his life to only care about the will and the will alone Danny wanted to do the express opposite. It was almost painful in a way to watch all of these people act like they weren’t only here for the money. Served the man right, it was still depressing, the man had everything on paper but not a damn thing in reality.

“Do you think his daughter will show?” he tactfully added into the conversation after the woman had made some condolences about his family and Vlad. 

“Daughter?” the woman asked, her large eyes blinking slowly,” I'm sure you're mistaken, Vlad told me he doesn’t have kids.”

“Oh,” he said, feigning apology, inside he was loving this, sure Vlad couldn’t admit the truth about the clones but clearly the man had seriously left out some details to his ex lovers. “Are you sure? ‘Elle is nineteen now,” he said, it was technically true if you counted right. She was also only seven if you counted right. It was all about semantics.

“Ninete-” the woman stammered something hard settling in her eyes,” he told me he didn’t want to have children,” she looked down at her angry eyed child (he hoped the little dude didn’t kick him in the shin) who had a hand fisted in the end of her dress. “If you’ll excuse me, Daniel, this was an- enlightening conversation.” he watched her walk away to a woman with a big chunky bracelet.

Also a redhead. Of course.

A sharp pain seared in the top of his ear he prevented himself from yowling out as the fingers attached dragged him over to a corner.

"ow ow ow," he whined out quietly trying heard not to draw attention to himself. It didn't really work.

“What the  fuck  are you doing?” Jazz hissed at him when they were hidden away from the rest of the group.

“First of all: ow!” He rubbed his ear delicately between his finger pads,” I’m not a child anymore, maybe borderline sibling abuse was funny in 80’s sitcoms but it's not anymore.”

Jazz rolled her eyes,” second of all?” she pressed, she was still slightly buzzed and yet she was still holding herself with so much composure. Kind of impressive, if she hadn’t just physically threatened to rip his ear off.

“Secondly I’m not doing anything wrong.”

“Not do-” Jazz floundered,” Daniel!” she hissed out again struggling to keep her tone low. Damn she was mad, she only pulled out the full name when really fucked up,” I know your relationship with Vlad was- complicated.”

He snorted,” he tried to kill me multiple times, Jazz.”

“Yes bu-”

“Dark Dan,’’ he pressed further.

“I get it!” she snapped in a whisper-shout,” but a funeral isn-”

“He isn’t dead Jazz. Or really fully dead I guess I should say,” he laughed

Jazz rolled her eyes,” This is concerning behaviour Danny.”

“W-what?” he asked.

She tapped her chin pensively, she was psychoanalyzing him again, gag, “You must be transferring your complicated feeling about him into-”

“Jazz,” he groaned. It was best to stop her before she got on a roll, “Ghost senses remember? He’s still not fully dead, I can tell. He faked his death.”

“Okay,” she said with a sigh," I'm not saying I believe you, but say he did fake his death-”

“He did.”

She shot him a look, “Why? Why would he fake his death? He’s a rich ceo multi-billionaire with more money than most of us can conceive of, nonetheless actually obtain, what does he get out of faking his death?”

He pinched the bridge of his nose, this was easier when Jazz was talking to one of Vlad’s cousins ignoring him stirring the pot. 

He explained what he’d pieced together so far, with the suits and hunters lurking around the edges of the room it was easy to point out how out of place they look. Slowly a realization fell on her face, an acceptance of what he was saying.

“When I was talking to the stepford exes they were all talking about who would get the estate.”

“Do they know who?” he asked.

Jazz shook her head,” no the will was kept really secretive from all of them. There was even a bit of an altercation from two of the younger ex girlfriends over it.”

He winced at that, he couldn’t blame them for being mad he just wished Vlad wasn’t faking death for them to take it out on. “The bottle red and the one with the big bracelet?” he prompted, remembering the end of his conversation with the former.

“No that’s Maddison and Maggie, the two that fought were Morgan and Melenie.”

“Maddison? Maggie? Morgan? Melenie?” he repeated with a grimace voice getting higher with each name.

“Yeah I know,” she said with a sigh,” a textbook case of projecting an ex, or in this case crush, on future partners leading to a string of failed relationships,” she frowned looking over at the group of clustered red heads. Danny followed and examined them, they were all looking at something their eyes occasionally darted over to- 

Oh of course, mom, they ‘d probably done the math already. He winced at the thought. He’d half thought about it before  finding the notion funny. Now in his sparkling sobriety of the evening he couldn’t find the humour.

“At least they all mostly get along,” Jazz offered, trying to look away from how the dozen or so women were looking at the one woman they were all stacked against.

“Really?” he blinked at her,” I’d have thought that they’d all be fighting cause of the- well you know,” he gestured to the, everything, of the situation.

She shook her head,” no, they seem to all understand that it was all on Vlad, two of them, Mackenzie and Melody,” she clarified to even more of his confusion,” even found out that they were seeing him at the same time. How they didn’t know with all of the press that followed him I’ll never know, but they decided to team up on the legal front if there are any issues with the will.”

“Really.”

Jazz nodded,” yeah I was surprised too, but good for them, Vlad went around causing too many issues in their lives.”

He nodded in agreement as he looked at at the sea of redheads, some of them had grown out their hair revealing dark roots, some had hair styled in poufy curls reminiscent of his mothers old style and one of them had completely cut her hair into a half shaved look, it was actually similar to the look that Sam had now.

“Want to cause some problems for him?” he asked.

“Danny, legally and socially he’s dead, what could we do?”

“Legally yeah,” he agreed,” but technically he’s still half alive in there, and can hear everything that people say-”

“Are you suggesting that we ruin his reputation?” Jazz asked with a poorly hidden smile. He loved that in the years she’d loosened up. It was a good look on her, relaxation.

“Ruin?” He said, in mock scandal, ”I'm merely suggesting we bring it down to where it belongs.”

“Oh ‘merely’ what is that a fifth grade word? I'm impressed!” Jazz teased.

He shoved her lightly with a laugh,” oh fuck off I’m in college now you know.”

“Really? Accredited and everything?”

He stifled his laugh,” shut up, you know dealing with ghost shit messed with my grades.”

Truthfully he’d expected her to joke further about it, to razz him about doing so much, or maybe analyze him, diagnosis him with trauma. Instead she hugged him.

“I’m sorry so much was put on your shoulders so young,” her voice was raw. Too raw.  

He patted her back, stomach squirming. Because what was he to do with that? The tender care held for him in the cracks of her fingers. The sorrow that settled in her pores all for him?

“Hey stop that,” he eventually said, pulling back,” or I'll make clockwork take me back in time so you never find out.” He didn’t mean it, he never did.

Jazz laughed a little wetly, he didn’t comment on it. Why would he? Also didn’t get a chance as she ruffled his hair, despite the fact that he was now much taller than her. “People are allowed to care about you, asshole.”

He scrunched his nose up at that,” ew what? I detest affection.”

“Oh detest another good one, really racking up those vocab words huh?” she sniffled her hands on her hips, a little lean in her back as she smirked.

Snorting, he stepped back and fixed his hair,” how about we make this a competition?”

“Huh?”

“First one to make Vlad burst out of his casket and rage in ghost mode wins.”

“Really? What would the winner get?”

He tapped his chin making a humming noise,” how about this, loser has to reveal their secret.”

Jazz laughed nervously,” I don’t have a secret Danny.”

Danny gave her a look,” Jazz, I’ve met your girlfriend.”

She bit her lip looking down at his outstretched hand, a debate playing in her eyes.

“Hey you don’t have to if you don’t wanna,” he said softly,” this is just meant for fun after all.” he knew better than most what forcing this stuff did.

”No, it’s fine,” she took his hand and shook, if a little clumsily,” that doesn’t mean they have to meet her though.”

“Oh don’t worry,” he said,” it won’t be my fault if they do that’ll be entirely on them.”

“Danny!” she exclaimed at him as he fled to the other side of the church. Finally this funeral was going to be interesting!

“Can you keep a secret?” he asked the swaying uncle of Vlad. The man smelled of beer and hors d'oeuvres. Not that Danny could judge if it wasn’t for the thick layer of spray on deodorant that his mom smothered him in right before he got in the uber then he’d probably smell just as rank. Then there was the fact that he’d pregamed to.

The older man narrowed his eyes at Danny, he was shocked to see the man he looked to hardly be much older than Vlad yet he was his uncle? He’d gone to ask about it but thought better about it, the less lore he knew about Vlad’s family the better, he really didn’t want to know about how many kids and when and how the Masters ‘clan’ had. Conversation with the older man was… stilted, to say the least. But he was certain that if he told him something then it wouldn’t get back to him. And that was half the game wasn’t it? Finding a way to spread the most rumours without people finding out it was him or Jazz. All without powers of course, that almost went without saying. 

The man didn’t seem too broken up about Vlad, they probably weren’t that close and Danny had always gotten the impression from the billionaire that he was a smidge too snobbish to fully have developed relationships with people. As often as he teased Jazz for being snobby, she at least was nowhere near as bad as Vlad. Man damn near invented snobbishness and assholery. He’d have to ask clockwork if Vlad’s ancestors were just as bad. Judging by some of his family, probably not.

“Well before he passed,” Danny prompted, pausing in a way to snag the older man's attention.

“Yes?” the older man asked when he didn’t continue.

“Well,” Danny fidgeted with his nail,”  you know his signed Packers jersey?”

The older man nodded eagerly.

Danny looked to the side,” it’s a fake,” he whispered to the man.

“Really?”

He nodded,” yeah, but please don’t tell anyone,” he added,” it’s bad enough that they know he was banned from buying the team-”

“He was what?” 

Danny fought to hide a smirk. He knew it’d be easier to sell this lie if he started smaller.

“I thought everyone knew!”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, most of the town knows, it’s just, no one talked about it to be polite.” okay that might have been overselling it a bit but the distant relative seemed to really be drinking it in.

“What did he do?”

Danny looked side to side like he didn’t want anyone to overhear.

“Well a few years ago when he was closing the deal to buy the team he got caught stalking some of the members!”

“Really?” the uncle asked,” wha- why?”

Danny shrugged,” they never really found the reason he was following them, he was even trying to seduce some of the wives.”

The man gasped,” I- really?” 

Danny nodded. “But you can’t tell anyone you have to promise me.”

He watched as the man smiled in what he thought was slyness,” of course! I just, with all of those wives he had!”

 Within the next five minutes Danny heard the rumour circulate across the room and it had grown legs. How glorious those rumours legs were. 

“I heard he’d tried to break up a marriage on the team!” an ex wife (Maggie maybe?) hissed.

The other ex (Mary? The other woman might have called her) laughed,” would it really be any surprise? With what he did to Morgan and Melenie?”

The first woman nodded sagely,” fair I can’t believe I even fell for his tricks.”

All things considered the rumour was spreading well, and there was not even a gasp of a suggestion that he was the source. He couldn’t wait to hear what Jazz had invented, with the rumbles he’d already started to hear, it was probably great. Jazz always did have a way of getting into people’s heads. Find what interests them the most.

“So this daughter of Vlad's?” the woman he was talking to prompted, he vaguely remembered Jazz saying her name was Maddison. She’d found him again some time later; her child now safely deposited over by the other kids with their group babysitter. They were in the middle of the church now, the other two still whispering about the packers' spouses.

“ ‘Elle?” he asked as if he’d forgotten.

The woman nodded her curls bouncing as she did.

“Can I see a picture of her?”

He pulled up an older photo of them hanging out, the picture was grainy and they were both sticking their tongues out at the camera. Shit he’d really forgotten how alike they looked.

“You both-” the woman said before stopping. She glanced at his parents. 

Shit he had to go into damage control,” well she’s also my cousin,” he fibbed.

“Cousin?”

“Yes! Technically once removed? Or something like that, I didn’t meet her until a few years ago, we were really blown away with the family resemblance!” he laughed. "Really it's uncanny!"  He continued.

Too far! Too far! He was leaning into it too much! It wasn’t like he could just tell her the truth, that Dani was Vlad's only successful half dead clone of him! Then he’d also have to out two things about himself to her.

“She travels a lot,” he added. He really needed to learn when to shut his big mouth,” she was in Paris a few years ago actually.”

“Really?”

He couldn’t even blame the alcohol! He was just this stupid naturally huh? They’d been saying it for years Sam and Tucker, if only he’d taken them seriously before this. His idiocy might really be terminal.

“Yup, I haven’t seen her in awhile though, hopefully she visits again!”

Scrutinizing eyes scanned him up and down, darting from each corner of his face hunting out the ruse. He really needed to learn to shut his big mouth.

“Do you have her number?”

Crashing noises filled his brain. Her number? The last thing that he had expected was interest in ‘Elle. he’d just thought that they’d get upset at Vlad and leave it at that.

“ ‘E-elle's?” he asked.

“Yes, I’m sorry if this is prying but me and the other ladies,” she gestured to a few of them,” we’re talking and we want to support her!”

“I-” he hesitated, he hadn’t really planned for this,” what?”

The older woman nodded,” we all talked it out and if we get the estate we’re going to support one another and the kids, and it seems like ‘Elle just got stuck in the middle of this like the rest of us.”

“Yeah uh, let me just text her first?”

“Of course honey!”

Danny walked away from that conversation feeling distinctly weirder than before. Regardless he pulled up his phone and slid out the keyboard.

He opened up the “With an I” contact.

  Hey i accidentally got you adopted by like fifteen random women that used to date vlad

5:43 p.m.

  You what? Lul

5:45 p.m.

 He looked up around him before typing out the next message

  Yeah long story short he faked his death. Its weird

5:46 p.m.

I’m at the funeral and the exes wanna like support you?

5:46 p.m.

  Well Vlad wasn’t good for much but at least i now have a multitude of mothers

5:47 p.m.

  So i can give them your number?

5:47 p.m.

  Yeah have at it! If this causes chaos for vlad im all for it !

5:48 p.m.

“So her phone number is.”

By the time he’d separated himself from that conversation a few more rumours were floating.

“I heard that the reason he died in a car crash is because he was on the run from the law!” one of vlad's relatives whispered.

“Really!” another responded.

Elsewhere some of the attending staff were murmuring too. “I heard that he got caught smuggling maple syrup cans from canada!”

“Cans?”

“Yes apparently the good stuff is canned there.”

He walked to a new group this time with the suits.

“I hear that the money in the accounts is dirty.”

“According to my source his invested stocks were backed with illegal funds.”

“If there’s drugs really attached to it like I was told then I don't want anything to do with it.”

“I agree it's hard enough to get money from wills with spouses involved. It's even harder if the feds sniff any drugs.”

“It might not even be worth it to try with all of the ladies,” a different suit complained,” I overheard them talking about lawyering up together if anything goes wrong.”

Another much older suit scoffed,” this business was much easier before the exes started working together.”

Finally he heard his own new rumour starting to gain some traction.

“Wasn’t it found out that he was stealing science equipment from the nearby college?”

“Oh whatever for?”

“I heard it was for making a specialty shampoo.”

“I’ve always wondered how he kept his hair so nice and shiny.”

 Jazz was good, too good, considering that neither of them had really clicked into any social cliques in highschool. Now she was gossiping better than even any of the A-listers.

“It’s just such a shame that they can’t come,” Jazz was even fake sobbing, damn he was going to have to up his game.

“Who couldn’t come?” One of Vlad's older cousins asked, Danny wondered if Jazz was screaming inside at the hand she had around one of the older exes' waists, it was casual and tender. If one of Vlad's exes was getting together with his cousin because of the  funeral , Danny would shriek from laughter, hell if he accidentally used his ghostly wail it’d be well worth it. Vlad of all people deserved to have a partner snatching occur to him. 

“Oh I’m sorry,” Jazz said,” I thought that everyone knew,” she looked from side to side,” please don’t tell the other ex wives Monroe I’d hate for their feelings to get hurt over this.”

Damn she was good. The wife- Monroe who was leaning comfortably on the cousin nodded.

“Of course Jazzie,” she said in a deep comforting New York accent,” this can be brought up to them later more delicately later.  Though I must admit,” she said after a pause where Jazz thanked her for her discretion.” I myself am curious who wasn’t able to come.”

“Well you know how he used to do ghost research with mom and dad?”

Where was she going with this? She was selling it well, Danny had to admit but for the life of him he couldn’t guess where this was going.

“Yes of course,” the cousin nodded as Monroe spoke.

“I can’t name the amount of times he used to write home in our youth about his little ghost adventures,” the cousin added.

Jazz nodded ,” well at the school there was the Lunch Lady Ghost and the Box Ghost, he was seeing them romantically in between their stays in the ghost zone.”

Danny held back a snort box ghost! If he laughed too hard in that moment he’d drop the ghost form and would fall on top of the group that’d gathered around her. As much control as he’d mastered over his abilities over the past couple years there was nothing that would be able to save him from Jazz’s wit. 

“I’m sure box ghost is very helpful for moves,” one of the crowd commented amicably. The others though had nothing to say. Clearly they’d all actually met Box Ghost. 

The gossip might have even stayed in that circle if it weren’t for another one of the cousins being right there and then deciding to tell his wife, who then told one of the ex-wives, who then told another, who then told a suit. So on and so forth.

By the time that Danny was back in human form and settled on the opposite side of Jazz’s conversation he was hearing the children that some of the wives had brought talking about Vlad ‘holding hands’ with the Box Ghost and Lunch Lady. Why couldn’t he have thought about that? It was so good, it was perfect, literally no one could prove it wrong. And embarrassing, seriously Box Ghost!

All the stuff he knew to be true about Vlad sounded so far-fetched.

Half ghost?

Well most people didn’t know about them.

The time he infected his two closest and longest friends with ghost pimples?

Needed the half ghost context. 

If only there was some-

“I hate Vlad!” one of the kids near him cried out stomping down his foot.

Unsurprisingly all of the kids agreed, okay he was a little surprised, usually Vlad had the wool pulled over on most people. So the fact that all of these kids  hated him really meant something.

“He stole my cotton candy at the fair!”

“Well he told me that I didn’t need to see daddy anymore cause he was gonna replace him!”

Eager ears pointed at them he drank in their every complaint. He’d known that Vlad was cartoonish levels of evil for awhile (see the infecting teens with ghost acne for personal gain as proof, or kidnapping him and his mom) but never had he truly expected for him to be so stupid as to do it all in the open in front of all of these kids. Then again some of this might be his obsession making him act out. Smallest sliver of him almost felt bad about that, the fact that Vlad was in a way forced to be this way, but it wasn’t really anything he wasn’t before. Obsessions just highlighted what was already there. Made it more severe.

 “Uhm excuse me,” he tapped the shoulder of one of the shorter women,” Mallory?” He'd asked the babysitter for her name but for the life of him he was struggling to keep all of the exes straight in his head. There were just too many of them and they all looked too similar to his mom.

“Yes,” her eyes flickered with recognition,” Danny?”

He laughed,” yeah that’s me!”

“Some of the others were mentioning you!” she said with a bright smile taking his hand,” thank you for telling us about ‘Elle! I can’t believe he kept her a secret from all of us for so long.”

He nodded in agreement,” well about Vlad-”

“Oh no, what else was he hiding?” she asked, there was a laugh ringing from her but Danny didn’t need ghost senses to know it was dead on arrival,” I’ve learned so much more here at his funeral than I ever did when we’d been together.”

He laughed a little at that, a stilted awkward laugh that only filled his chest halfway. He almost felt bad telling her about this, but she deserved to know the truth. “Well I overheard some of the kids complaining about Vlad.”

He filled her in on what he’d overheard about the kids, the petty little actions of Vlad. The cotton candy he’d stolen (which was weird he’s rich), the fathers he threatened to replace, it was all so bizarre. Danny was about halfway through when the casket began to shake.

Vlad masters was not an impulsive man. He was calculated, smart and forward thinking. At least he certainly liked to think so.  No impulsive man goes out of his way to plan his nemesis’ death and demise for twenty years. No reckless person would spend his time building an empire carefully crafting his abilities and connections for taking down his enemy.  Vlad however to his greatest distaste was in fact still half human and not infallible. While he was meticulous and in his personal opinion exceedingly intelligent he had no way to properly plan for wrenches in his schemes.

The fenton boy, Daniel was his biggest hurdle but it was only a matter of time before he found the right way to tackle the issue. He was just a particularly big roadblock. If only his emotional attachment to his dunderheaded father wasn’t so strong. These issues were all small potatoes compared to the one he was in now. The details can be spared and smoothed over all that was truly important was that he was at his own funeral.

He’d always wondered what people's reaction to his death would be. Contact with his extended family had been… loose, for the lack of a better term since his ‘accident’.  Deep down however he knew that when or if his time came, truly came, that they’d have a reaction. Probably sadness, he had been close to a few of them before his accident, hell he’d been close to them before his company had taken off. At the end of the day he simply had better things to do. Plans to make, revenge to ruminate on. It wasn’t his fault that they’d fallen to the wayside. They simply weren’t as important as Maddie.

He’d toyed with the idea that maybe his dear Maddie would sob over him, that she’d denounce Jack when she saw that he was no longer an option. How deeply poetic it’d be for that to happen. He never liked the idea of her only realizing their potential then but he couldn’t ignore the artful symmetry of it all. Some of the books that Maddie used to read in college had those even beginning and ends, those swooping through lines that tied it all nicely in a pretty bow. His first death had ripped her away from him. It’d gifted her to Jack on a silver platter, and his second oh how glorious it’d be if it drew her to him. Making her denounce her imbecile of a husband. Leaving the stocky man discarded.  Beauty was in the eye of the beholder and even with its harsh edges his death bringing her close to him was something to behold. If only that was what he was watching happen.

Unfortunately for Vlad Masters Owner, Ceo, and founder of Vladco. Life was not an art piece nor a well orchestrated game of football. No instead he got to lay still (half) alive in his exceedingly expensive casket and listen to the dolt sob.

It started like all of the worst things while heading to the Fenton's for another plan to be set in motion. The restraining order was still being held up in the courts so there was technically nothing legally stopping him from seeing them, or especially her. Besides he was a billionaire, those things were more fine machines than anything for him. Once it was enacted all he’d have to do was pay a fine.

Unfortunately it was during the drive that issues started. Again finer details notwithstanding for he’d run them all in his head a thousand times now while laying in this blastedly comfortable casket. While on the drive it became clear to him he was being followed.  No matter , he’d smugley told himself. He’d been followed by techbro fans before they were easy to deter. Easy to remove from his time and life. However in a deeply detestable turn of events the car following him did not belong to a fan.

He knew from the offset of seeing the make and model that it wasn't his average follower, those types usually had older beaters or worse highly expensive care that they had no business owning. No, instead this car was perfectly down the middle of class and price. How he detested those cars, they had no class. It was effectively similar to the many unmarked police cars that he used to have follow him during his brief stint as mayor. 

Regardless the car was tailing his limo, it was simple at first to attempt to outmaneuver them. Eventually his limo was pinned.

Blah blah blah mindless details later some pointless shooting at him with guns and he’d jacked their car. In the end it was simply easier to fake a fatal car crash. then there were all of those witnesses that had to see his death. Walking it back was impossible all circumstances considered. At least when they attacked him they only knocked his driver out, the legal case of that would have been a logistical nightmare and he still had some hopes of getting access to his funds later. 

It was almost funny in a karmic way. Almost as poetic as he had wanted pretending to be dead to be. Only problem was it was poetic in exactly the opposite way. The person that he hated most there sobbing the loudest. It’d be so much easier if it was Madeline sobbing. If she was sobbing, a faked death could be almost satisfying. If she melted down it could almost be worth it. Instead it was Jack Fucking Fenton. 

Numerous things were to be expected from his funeral, Daniel's arrival, yes, Maddie’s, undoubtedly. Even Jazz’s and Jack’s all expected arrivals. Some of them were more annoying than others but they were the requisite arrivals. Even his gaggle of ex flings was to be expected (they had to try and get their hands on the estate and money somehow. Well jokes on them he’d left it all to Maddie). No, what he hadn’t been prepared for was Jack’s incessant wailing and sobbing. 

The man was besides himself absolutely losing his mind right next to his goddamn open casket. It was getting hard to keep a straight face when he wanted nothing more than to leap from the plush silk sheets and throttle the man. His hands might not quite reach around the other mans thick neck but he could give it a good try he was sure. To put it simply and without intense amounts of rage he had mentally calculated for a lot of variables, not one of them being Jack of all people struggling to breath, choked out sobs instead of breaths coming from him as he hovered nearby. Not a single variable included being cried on by the most loathsome man in all of Amity Park. Every tear that fell on Vlad’s extremely expensive make up was another tally against the man’s. Had he no clue how hard it was to not flinch every time a drop of water splattered on his face? It was much harder than it looked he’d have him know.

Didn’t the idiot realize that he hated him? That he’d never cared for him? At least not since his death. 

Worse was when Maddie and the Fenton children staggered in, he could smell the alcohol on them from a mile away. It was tasteless! The smell alone nearly made him leap from his casket and throttle them where they stood (Maddie with exception of course). Have they no respect for the dearly departed? Have they no care for social decorum? Those Fenton spawn would never survive in high class society. Not like himself and Maddie. Oh how he wished he’d never gone for those pale imitations. They hardly kept up with all that he needed.

All he had to do now was ignore everyone and get through the funeral and he could be Plasmius full time. Pursue Maddie 24/7 with no worries of the law (though with some worries of Phantom). If only those blasted Fenton's would stop spreading rumours about him! And he knew it was them! Who else would say such outrageous things?

Okay certainly if one wanted to be technical Danielle was his daughter, but he hadn’t raised her. She was not his blood, she was not his in the most important ways.

Then there was that rumour about the-

“He-hey Vlad.”

Oh, oh no.

“I uh, I’m gonna miss you.” 

No no no no no! He couldn’t do this! He wouldn’t do this! He would not stand for this! He did not go out of his way to fake his death for this. 

Jack blew his big blubbering nose into a handkerchief so hard it honked. Honked! He was going to throttle this man at his earliest convenience. Getting cried on he could deal with, revolting as it was. What he couldn’t and wouldn’t deal with getting yammered at. That was not in the details. He did  not  plan for this.

“I- uhm- I know we weren’t really close these last few years.”

That was putting it lightly.

“Or really at all since college,” there was a wet laugh from Jack.

If that oaf ended up coughing slobber on him- Maybe if he tried hard enough he could die for real, that’d be nice. He’d never really craved death before, not like in this moment. It’d be so much easier if he just didn’t have to hear this.

“I-I know you didn’t really like me in the end.” 

Wait what? Had he finally gotten a clue? That was a first. Maybe his overt plotting had finally gotten through to the oaf. If Jack attacked him now that’d almost make this all worth it. He might even consider revealing he’s Plasmius if he did.

“I know I messed up, I-I must have hurt you, I don’t really know how, but- but uh, I just wanted to say I’m sorry.”

Yes ye- He was what?

There was another laugh sob from his  ex  friend,” It’s probably too late since you’re uh- dead, but whatever it is I did to hurt you, I'm sorry. I hope,” he trailed off into a high pitched keening whine. 

Stop stop stop! This is not what he wanted!

“I hope you rest well Vlad.”

Footsteps receded away from him at that. 

Well what the fuck was he supposed to do with that? What in the world was he supposed to do with that knowledge? Internalize it? Grow and change as a person? He was (half) dead! He was well past the point of growth! He was beyond growth.

For all Jack knew he wasn’t coming back! For him and basically all of them he wasn’t coming back! The only person that would know was Daniel and maybe his sister if he told her. Maybe his brat friends if he messaged them. 

What did Jack get out of telling him all of that?

Certainly not money, the will had left everything to sweet Maddie, not him. Some sort of moral upper hand? A sense of feeling like he got one over Vlad?

No the dolt wasn’t that complex, his intelligence lay somewhere between absentminded and incompetant on a good day, there was no moral forethought. Yet why did the words settle so deeply in a corner of himself? Carving out a crevice in him that ached and burned?

“Did you hear about why Vlad couldn’t buy the green bay packers?”

Why? Why did it dig in his flesh? why when he’d thought he’d burned all of that away.

I'm Sorry.

“No, why?”

Life was easier when he was fully alive. College life was simpler. At least then he could fool himself that Maddie thought of him equally as she did Jack.

“Well I heard that he was stalking the team!”

What?

Why would he stalk them? He’d never stalked someone once in his entire life! (death maybe but he’d never admit that) he could buy all the tickets to their games he had no reason to stalk them!

There was no practicality in stalking them. Just like Jack had no reason to apologize to him! The idiot didn’t even know what he’d done to hurt him. He hadn’t ripped the apology from Jack. He wasn't on his knees begging from him. Hell he didn’t even know that he’d killed Vlad. Jack Fenton was as oblivious to the fact that he’d died back in college as he was to the fact that his own son was dead and playing hero as Phantom.

The density of the man was rivaled by no other.

But then why did he apologize?

“Did you hear?”

He got nothing out of it.

Why did it ache?

Burn? He wanted for years nothing more than to make the man sob and beg for forgiveness.

Why did having it fulfill nothing?

“About him and the Box Ghost?”

Would it burn just as painfully if he finally got sweet Madeline’s confession? Would it ring just as hollow?

“I thought it was the lunch lady ghost?”

No. There was something about Jack that made it wrong. Something about that blathering moron that lashed the words to him like a blade.

“I think it was both.”

And what the hell were they all blathering on about? What was all of this nonsense about Box Ghosts and smuggling and stalking? What were any of their empty little words? 

Did any of that really matter? Their blathering human rumours and petty squabbles when he, the very guest of honour in all ways but one was laying here before their very eyes on the precipice of something? He was teetering at some edge, he didn’t know what it was but he could just make out the shape of the hole he was almost toppling in, he just had to know what it was. He just-

“Well I heard-”

They heard- they heard! What did it matter what they’d all heard! Nothing that they heard could matter in the slightest not when he was dealing with this! Not when he was reeling with whatever this was! The weight and size of it completely overtaking him and yet none of them aware, he was suffocating being overtaken by the edge of knowledge some realization he’d yet to make and hee still couldn’t read it. All because they wouldn’t stop blathering on and on about what? Lies?

Stupid foolish tales spun by his greatest enemy!

By a child.

If it were not for the show and pageantry of it all, if it were not for the display that he’d set about around him he’d be yanking his hair by the roots, tearing it slowly strand by strand from his scalp. And if there was one thing that Vlad Masters was, it was a showman! He was dramatic and he was going to be so unabashedly it was not his fault that there was no one that yearned for his life to roll onwards like Jack. None of it could be held against him. He was a romantic! Everything he did was for  her.

Had it truly all been for nothing?

All these years.

Had she never really cared?

“Dirty money, attached to drugs. I wouldn’t touch it with a ten foot pool.”

All this time.

Did he really-

“Never even mentioned a daughter!

All his schemes!

Jack's tears were so warm when they cut the thick funeral makeup.

“So many secrets for him to keep.”

Dozens of attempts on his life!

Did he really  care? The water on his face was still warm.

“Wasn’t the cause of his crash a run from the law?”

“Would you all just shut up already!”

Silence blanketed the church as Vlad’s voice finished ringing out the wooden box still perched on its little stage. The casket was still shaking and the flowers were falling from the box as the hush grew sharper. Energy crackled from the casket shooting out and blowing the bulb above. Glass fell from the light falling gently on the flower petals. 

None one spoke, Danny’s father had a hand over his mouth, new large tears welling up. He looked green and pale, unlike most of the stunned guests he looked like he was about to be sick.

Danny shot a glance at Jazz, she nodded and jerked her head to the side. He ducked out. Things were about to get hairy.

There was no response from Vlad for a second as it seemed the outburst was done. Even the children who’d been shrieking with laughter and joy from their play for most of the funeral were silent. The falling glass and shaking box were deafening in the silence. Danny ducked behind a pillar and into the doorway that led to the restrooms. There was no one there. The closest person was his mom but she was standing silent and stunned not an eye tilted away from the casket. He couldn’t blame her.

It wasn’t everyday your incel stalker had a breakdown after he’d legally died.

He transformed. On the most part there weren’t many people near the casket. It was just a few lingering Exes, most people were near the refreshment table. His first line of action should be to grab the people near the stage and get them to safety. Then?

Well the rest was adlib. 

At least he had stored the Fenton thermos in his suit jacket (just in case). If only Sam or Tucker were there. Things were so much easier with their help.

Just as he was about to jump into the situation, the group of exes all swarmed Vlad. Shit he’d have to replan everything. He wouldn’t be able to get in an ecto-blast with out the fret of hitting one of them. He could always try Ice or a little storm cloud?

Just as a new plan was starting to formulate one of them (Maria?) slapped Vlad hard across the face.

Smack.

The noise echoed loudly across the church.

He grimaced.

Oh.

He did not want to get in the middle of whatever that was. He really didn’t want to get in the middle of it at all. Backing back into the bathroom he turned back to normal. Didn’t matter what the situation was, he was not going to get in the middle of a dozen or so angry exes and Vlad. It was his grave (even if Danny had helped him dig it a little) like hell Danny was getting buried with him.

“Vlad Masters!” one of the exes screamed,” you slimy pathetic excuse of a man.”

Yeah Danny was not getting in that, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to watch.

“Ow!” Vlad cried out, his eyes were glowing red, but aside from that he still looked very much the same. 

Weird, Danny didn’t expect him to stay in human form. He guessed it made sense if he changed into Plasmius the gig would be up. There’d be a lot of questions too. Knowing Vlad’s tendency to monologue he might even explain the concept of Halfa’s.

“M-Maria!” the older man stammered out,” darling hello-”

The woman smacked him again,” I’m Maggie,” she spat out.

Danny winced, yikes. Makeup covered Vlad's gaunt face but Danny could imagine the smarting red forming on his cheeks.

“Y-yes of course, how could I mistake your beauty, how foolish of me to compare the two of-”

The clearing of a throat interrupted as Maria herself tapped her foot.

“Maria!” Vlad exclaimed this time correct, even if taken by surprise.

“Yes,” the woman agreed,” but don’t mind me, what were you saying? Something about comparison?”

The billionaire awkwardly laughed as he seemed to take in the fact that he was surrounded by all of his exes. Phantom wasn’t even needed. Villain defeated right then and there by the rage and power of his many exes. Again Danny found himself desperate to find out whatever the older man had done to make everyone hate him so just to do the express opposite.

When he actually fully died he hoped his funeral wasn’t this… whatever plan he actually ended up with he just didn’t want this.

“So,” Jazz said as she settled next to him leaning on the pillar with him,” any idea what got him up?”

“Nah,” Danny shrugged looking over to his sister. She looked more sober now, less unstable on her feet.” He didn’t really decree what his gripe was this time.”

Jazz sighed,” so no winner yet.”

“Unfortunately,” he said,'' He also technically didn’t go ghost mode.”

Jazz groaned resting her head on his shoulder,” I wanted to go home, these heels are killing me!”

He stuck a tongue out at her,” shoulda transed your gender like I did,” he teased quietly.

“Ha! Really funny Danny,” she flatly commented with a roll of her eyes at the tired joke.

“Ah meany,” he pouted.

“You walk in these heels at a funeral,” she complained again,” At least if he went full ghost It’d be socially acceptable to ditch them.”

He bit his tongue remembering a rant that Sam had gone on recently about heels and social pressure. How she’d then thrown one of her platform boots at Tuck when he made a remark. Jazz probably wouldn’t appreciate his lovesick ramblings about them.

“Looks like we'll just have to continue to watch this unfold.” he said instead with a sarcastic twinge.

“Oh what a shame!” Jazz said flatly,” sucks to be us.”

Danny snickered as Vlad continued to try to dig himself out of his hole. How he wished Sam and Tucker were here. Unfortunately for him they were both far too busy. Ah well he’d just have to video it all for them.

How unfortunate for Vlad that he was made to sit through his own will reading, and how fortunate for Danny Fenton that he was the one that got to watch it all go down. In the entire time that he and Vlad had been nemesis he never knew just how much he wanted exactly this to happen. Actually if someone ever suggested this happening younger him probably wouldn’t have appreciated just how funny this was. No fourteen-to-fifteen him was far too invested in things like learning his powers and finding out just how observant the rest of town was. Also looking cool. Adult him however? Freshly 21 and college attending him? Oh he could enjoy the fuck out of this situation.

There was some minor debate among some guests over how ethical it was since Vlad's ‘ghost’ was now here to view the reading. Some point could be made that it might be weird...

“Isn’t it rude?” one family member had suggested.

But...

“It might be in bad taste,” another guest had even pipped up.

No one really liked Vlad anyways

“Oh no!” Morgan said,” I want to know what it says, and who better to see how accurate it all is.”

Oh how glad he was that those few were beaten out. How glad he was that the crowd was seeing blood. That the group was too nosey and invested in the drama to really get caught up in such small things as ethics.  How grateful he was that the exes were in half a mind to Kill Vlad a second time.

Fortunate he was, that his luck was finally turning up. It might even be the universe trying to pay him back for all of the shit he’d been dealing with since he was fourteen. Return investment on the untimely youth death. Honestly if it was it was a pretty bang up start all things considered. He’d have to find out if there was a ghost involved in the control of karma. They might just end up with an edible arrangement on their lair door. Older adults loved that shit so ghosts should too.

“Hm,” the lawyer said when they entered the room with the walking corpse of Vlad masters. The office was small and hardly held everyone, but snugly, far too snugly for comfort they all fit on the other side of the large desk.

No one said anything to the lawyer. Whether the man had been privy to the rest of the funeral or had just arrived Danny didn’t know but he had to admit this entire situation was bizarre even with full context. Not many of them knew ghost rules and the only ones that did were in either stunned or gleeful silence. There was no objection to the fact that Vlad had dragged his body with him, not a voice descenting on the fact that his form hadn’t shifted. Not a single attendee seemed perturbed by the fact that Vlad was not really a ghost.

Even the paid bounty hunters didn’t know how to discern ghosts from humans judging by their stunned expressions. Though he’d love to watch one of them attack Vlad in the middle of a church. Stabbing a man in the house of god might just be a big sin, though Danny wasn’t sure.

“Well this is unprecedented,” the lawyer commented,” never in my time have I ever seen a dead man rise for the reading of his own will.”

Vlad grumbled but no one could make out the words as the two exes on either side of him glared. 

Oh how fortunate Danny was indeed, never before had he ever been so glad for his untimely death. If it all led to watching Vlad squirm like this still trying to keep his alter ego a secret? Pain and strife, the many attacks and attempts on his life were worth it.

“Well if there is no protest,” the lawyer said. For a moment Vlad looked very much like he wanted to protest, but the glares of the exes kept him silent and made him snap his jaw shut. Danny knew what went into keeping a corpse looking fresh. Shame the mortician seemed to have skipped wiring the jaw shut. Then, Vlad didn’t seem to need physical wires to keep him silent and well behaved, his Exes were all doing that job very well.

“In that case,” the lawyer sounded queasy, if Danny wasn’t so invested with the drama unfolding he might have turned to verify. “Then I believe we will begin.”

The man started out by reading the long legal preamble, the paragraphs upon paragraphs of titles and information about Vlad that was included. Danny understood that him being the owner of VladCo was technically important for the will but did he need to include all of his ten titles at the company in the will? It just felt excessive. ‘Ceo, entrepreneur, founder, head of decisions, etc.’ did anyone care? Leaving out the most important title of ‘asshole’ was the biggest mistake of his will.

“Yes I think we get it,” Monroe said, her accent clipping the words in stiff professionalism. Bless her for cutting the pain short. “I do have,” the woman glanced at the cousin who was still holding her hand,” A more important social engagement to attend to with Carmila.”

The lawyer stammered,” yes of course ma’am my apologies.”

“It reads:

‘First, I hereby denounce all previous wills made by myself, Vlad Masters, no matter nature or kind.

Second I Vlad Masters hereby appoint,” the lawyer paused making a face before he continued,” Madeline Fenton love of my life as the executor of my estate, networth, and-” the lawyer paused,” the ownership of my beloved cat ‘Maddie the cat, the third-”

“Huh, I guess you listened to my suggestion after all and got a cat.” Danny muttered as at the same moment his mother reached her breaking point

“You what?” Maddie was standing out of her chair, indignation flaring in her eyes,” Vlad! I don’t want any of this.”

“But but,” Danny tuned the man out as he made the normal declarations of love. Trite at this point his mind was already trying to entertain itself. Fast forwarding this would be nice, if only his core was time based. But no he got Ice, and Weather, and other weird disconnected powers. He was electrocuted to death! Cruel that he didn’t get cool electrocution powers.

They were still arguing when he tuned back in. Loath wasn’t a powerful enough describer for this love diatribe that Vlad spewed every three to five business days. His mom yelled something back, a few of the ex wives even chiming in agreement. Well at least they didn’t hate mom that was a plus.

He shot Jazz a look as he repositioned his phone camera to get a better shot.

‘This again?’ he tried to communicated with his expressions. Tuck usually laughed when he tried and Sam told him he looked to constipated.

She shrugged and nodded as if to say  ‘this again.’

“I am happily married! I told you I won't leave Jack for you!”

Tuning out the conversation didn’t seem to leave out many details. Everything was falling exactly into the same patterns as always.

“Maddie please-” the billionaire tried to beg.

This made the woman snap,” no don’t Maddie please me! You have not respected my decision to marry Jack since it happened, well guess what Vlad it’s too late for you! You were never even an option!” she turned to Jack and put a hand on his shoulder. her voice much softer when she spoke,” come on honey we’re leaving. Kids?” She turned to the two Fenton children. The both of them stood with no protest. Like hell they were going to end up on the wrong side of their mother right now. Mission orientated as she was they had no doubt she could commit Vlad's murder and get away with it. legally she might even considering the fact that he was technically a 'ghost' right now.

Just as she was about to step out the door she turned,” oh and ladies, don’t worry about a legal battle I’ll work with our family lawyer to transfer everything to all of you.”

There were some small thanks from the stunned Exes as the office door latched shut behind them.

 The air in the car was-

Well the word tense didn’t really sum up the air but it was the best approximation that Danny had. It could have gone worse, he supposed he could have genuinely ended up fighting Vlad again. Chances where that if he fought Vlad while he was Plasmius that the formerly rich business mogul would then use the moment to out Danny as Phantom. Not just his family but all of the church. If he had to rate the evening it was definitely not as bad as he expected. About a six or seven, depending on his critical he was being.

“Uh so who won the bet?” he whispered to Jazz. he wasn’t worried about his parents, Maddie was soothingly rubbing circles on Jack’s back as the man drove. That and they were sat in the back, sometimes the front seats struggled to hear them at a normal level forget a whisper.

Jazz furrowed her brows,” I guess neither of us really won, he didn’t even go ghost.”

Nodding, he thought back to the man’s loud entrance,” He also didn’t say what rumour got him up.”

“So do we both lose?”

“I guess?” he looked over to his parents,” so we both tell them?”

Jazz sighed leaning back in her seat, hair dramatically laying behind her,” yeah I guess.”

“You don’t hav-”

Jazz cut him off with a snort,” no it’s fine, my things not really as big all things considered.”

Fair, she had a point with that. Their parents already knew that she was interested in men and women but still revealing partners to them was always weird and nerve wracking. The first time he’d introduced Sam and Tuck as partners and not friends he’d expected a lot more questions. Turns out if you hunt ghosts for a living nothing is really weird after that. They just bought him new sex ed books. Sentiment appreciated but still weird considering he could google that sort of thing now.

“So Danny,” his mom said, her fingers tightened on her phone. They were lucky she got old brick Nokias instead of those new Smart phones. She’d break them in a week. Jack wasn’t paying them much attention as he drove, he seemed to still be shell shocked. Hopefully he didn't crash, okay so maybe he didn't always like car rides. Sometimes the looming threat of a car crash really messed with his obsession.

“Yeah mom?” he asked.

“I was talking to some of the ladies.”

“Uh huh?” wherever she was going with this he didn’t like the tone.

“And imagine my surprise when one of them tells me Vlad has a daughter.”

“Weird right,” he said. Please stop, please stop! He begged, wherever this was going it was nowhere good. It would have been better if he’d just died in that accident. Screw whatever he thought back when he thought his luck was turning up. He was still the most unlucky bastard in all of amity park.

She hummed in agreement,” and imagine my surprise when they said she was your cousin.”

Danny didn’t have a response to that, Jazz was stifling a laugh next to him.

“And then,” she said,” she showed me a picture of her.”

“Really.”

“Yeah, Danny," there was a pause as she seemed to collect her words," why does she look like you pre transition?”

“Does she?” sweating wasn’t really something he did so much anymore, not since his core started cooling his mortal flesh, it was nice sometimes. But it didn’t stop nervous sweating. “I hadn’t noticed.”

“Hadn’t- Danny,” his mother sighed,” sweetie if you want to start presenting as a girl again you can. We won’t judge you.”

Wait what, “ what?!” 

Shrieking loud bursts of laughter came out of Jazz. 

“Jazz!”

That set him off, it was just so ridiculous.

“Honey I’m serious,” his mom sounded so upset her tone lost. She really was trying.

He couldn’t help it, it wasn’t his fault. It was just so out of the realm of what was happening. Man his parents really didn’t have any of the facts.

“Danny?” his father asked the tenseness in his shoulders from the funeral leaving way to confusion.

Him and Jazz made eye contact and the laughing got so much worse. If being part dead didn’t make him need to breathe so much less he’d be choking. He’d die, it was just- they still didn’t know and somehow that was all the funnier. God he was calling Tuck and Sam right after he explained everything they were going to get such a kick out of this. Especially Tucker.

“That’s not-” wheezes high and stringy, cutting him off, he was struggling even with his ghost lungs.

“Danny my boy,” Jack asked quietly,” what’s funny?”

“We’re trying to support you Danny!” his mother exclaimed.

Finally he quelled the laughter enough to speak,” okay okay,” he whipped a tear from his eye. “I’ll explain it all it just probably isn’t something dad needs to be driving for.”

“Danny what do-”

“Just trust me okay?” he grinned at his mom in what he hoped was reassurance. 

She sighed and looked at her husband, Jack furrowed his brows and the pair silently communicated before the man hit his turning signal.

 The small side road was perfectly out of the way enough that no one would be able to peer in. It was some half abandoned picnic area but none of them reached for their seatbelts to leave the car. It was just the closest spot they could stop.

“Okay,” he started giving Jazz a look, she nodded comfortingly,” Remember how the portal didn’t work at first?”

It took them a moment but they nodded in remembrance. 

“Right well I died.” it was best to just rip the Band-Aid off.

“What?”

“Danny- honey you’re not dead.”

He thought so at least, he sighed pinching his nose,” I need you guys to wait for questions till the end okay?”

“But honey you’re not dead!” she didn’t sound so sure as she looked him over.

“What your mother said my boy! You’re sitting right there!”

Danny groaned,” guys please?” there was a pause as they looked at each other and finally finally agreed to wait till the end. “Sam said I should check it out, see if I could fix it. I put on my suit, and,” he made a buzzing noise with his tongue,” the button shocked me to death when I hit it. It was dark so I didn't see,” he looked to the side. The trees outside were swaying peacefully in the wind. Jazz put a hand on his shoulder, he took a steading breath and clenched the hand with the thin invisible scars. “It was an accident but,” he turned back to them resolution in his eyes,” I died that day, When I woke up, well, brace yourselves okay,” he let the tugging cold of hic core shift and change his appearance.

There was silence. He’d expected something but, no, even Jazz wasn’t saying anything.

He cracked an eye open, his parents were staring at him dumbfounded. Yeah that was about par for the course.

“Well this happened and now, I’m half Ghost,” he admitted,” everyone in the ghost zone knows that’s why there were always so many attacks at the school.”

“Half?” his mom asked despite herself.

Danny nodded,” yeah I still age, and need to eat and breath... mostly on that last one. It’s kind of cool I can go invisible,” he demonstrated before changing back,” and phase through things and float,” he demonstrated both in succession allowing the belt to glide through him as he hovered up an inch. “Shoot Ecto-blasts… probably best if I don’t do that one in the car though,” he laughed.

“Okay,” his mom said. 

“Okay?” he asked.

His father nodded,” sure Son, we love you. It’s weird but, well we hunt ghosts for a living.”

He laughed,” yeah fair enough.”

"I-" his mom looked over at Jack," We're proud of you sweetie, that's a lot to undertake at so young."

he chuckled," it wasn't so bad, I had a lot of help," he grinned at Jazz," Between her Sam and Tuck I don't know if I would have lasted half the battles I did."

"You knew Jazz?" Their father asked his tone soft and slightly hurt.

She smiled softly," yeah, I walked in on him transforming. Thought it was best if I let him tell you guys."

"Part of the apprehension might have been the dissection thing," Danny addmited.

"I- honey-" his mom put a hand over her mouth in shock.

"I'm sorry son," His dad said," it was closed minded of us to assume stuff about ghosts we didn't know."

"Well you weren't always wrong. Just usually."

“So ‘Elle?” his mom prompted before Jack could pepper in questions about what the got right.

He sighed,” yeah her full name is Danielle, technically she’s the only living clone of me Vlad made.”

“Only living Clone?”

“Vlad made?”

Man he had a lot to explain. Years of events just gone unsaid. Some small part of the divide between them was shifting, growing smaller. 

“Is now a good time to tell you guys I have a girlfriend?”

Danny choked on a laugh. Not to long after his parents followed after the tension disrupted, Well at least he had Jazz to help explain. Sam and Tucker too when they weren’t busy. It'd be a mess and weird to finally clear the air between them, but at least he knew they were proud of him.

[autumn-writes]

Can I request a MtF S/O coming out to Chihiro, Mikan, Ibuki, Chiaki, and Gonta? (separately)

hello! thank you for being patient with me < 3! here you go mod chihiro!! i hope you'll enjoy this :>! this is also my first time writing something mtf so if i got anything wrong i'm so sorry :(!

MtF S/O coming out to Chihiro, Mikan, Ibuki, Chiaki and Gonta

chihiro fujisaki — the ultimate programmer

very nervous when you tell him that you two have to talk. his mind immediately goss to negative thoughts and he starts to worry :(

are u okay?? are u mad at him? are u about to leave him?!

he is so nervous up to the time that you two start to talk

he was ready to start bawling and asking you why you want to leave him but then—

"chihiro, i'm a transgender woman" "y/n why do want to lea— wait, what was that?"

you repeat once more that you are mtf and he visibly relaxes

"ah, i was so worried i did something wrong!! i'm so proud of how strong you are to come out :)!"

he's very supportive and not at all judgemental. he's quite curious about being mtf though. what is it like to hav transitioned from a male to a female? you don't get bullied whenever people find out, right? you better not be getting bullied cause chihiro isn't the strongest but he's friends with a biker gange leader and the school's ultimate moral compass :) (yes they are besties you cannot change my mind)

Chihiro's love for you doesn't waver at all!! In fact, he ends up loving you even more :)!!

mikan tsumiki — the ultimate nurse

just like chihiro, she's very nervous from the day you tell her you two need to talk till the day you two actually talk

she's fidgeting so much when you two are about to talk, she's ready to start begging for forgiveness for whatever she may have done wrong

"y-y/n i-i'm so sorry for whatever i di-did wrong!! i pr-promise i d-didn't—" "mikan, sweetie, relax. i just... finally found the courage to tell you that i'm trans ^-^"

she stops apologizing as soon as you tell her to relax and her face visibly lights up as soon as you tell her the news. you... you trust her enough to tell her something so important?? she's over the moon!!

she's bisexual but she has a preference for females not saying she wouldn't love you as a guy no no that's not it!! she's just happy that you had the strength to transition from male to female :>

baby is also very, very, VERY supportive of you! she's sure to show you that no matter what, even if you may have been a male at the start, that doesn't mean her love for you is going away < 3

ibuki mioda — the ultimate musician

was very willing and excited to talk when you mentioned you had something important to say

unlike the first two, ibuki can sorta read people very well! she can tell what type of person they are and knows when a situation is gloomy enough to need uplifting or jokes, or when a situation is sappy, so she could tell that when you told her you needed to talk, it wasn't going to be anything devastating

"hey hey hey sugar to my plum!!" she would greet you have excitedly as always, giving you a big hug and a a few kisses as part of her greeting. she could tell you were nervous from the moment she saw you fidgeting so she had to relieve some of the tension!

"sooooo what was this super duper ultra mega important thing you needed to tell me??" she asks and waits patiently for you to start talking. she listens intently and lets her jaw drop open when you confess to being trans and ask if she still accepts you despite this

girl literally scoops you up and starts swinging you from side to side in the air

"awww c'mere you little cutie!! of course i still accept you :)! banana or not, balloons or flat, i still love you just as much!!"

very very supportive, she's happy that you came out to her cause she knows that telling people information such as that takes a lot of courage and she's proud of you for it < 3

gonta gokuhara — the ultimate entomologist

immediately agrees to talk to you cause he's a gentleman and he can't say no to you :)

"gentleman listen to y/n talk! listening to loved one talk is proof of gentleman love :)"

so the day you tell him the news arrives and gonta and you are just sitting in the living room while he's trying to show you a butterfly that he placed in a container earlier this morning

you clear your throat and quickly grab his hands, you know that gonta most likely wouldn't reject you for being trans but there's still that underlying worry (that is utterly useless cause this is gonta we're talking abt bby boi wouldn't even dream of hurting you)

"so gonta uh... i was once a guy :)" "y/n... was guy...? but s/o is girl? gonta is confused, sorry!"

you'll have to spend a few minutes explaining to gonta what being mtf is and have to tell him how becoming a girl when you were a guy was possible

once he understands he's like ":0 gonta still love y/n! being boy before is okay, what important is y/n and gonta love each other :)"

please this boy accepts and love you so much he's so quick to protect you whenever someone makes fun of you for being trans and he's ready to show a more scary side to him

no one is going to mess with you, and that's because you got a wonderful gentleman who loves and accepts you to death :3

chiaki nanami — the ultimate gamer

is very calm when you tell her you two have to talk about something and immediately accepts

she has a feeling that this conversation you two will have will be something rather important so she tries not to distract herself with a game when you two speak

intently listens to you speak when you say that you're transgender and asks some questions to clear up her questions in mind

once that's over with, she expresses her acceptance as love by giving you a tight but loving hug and a kiss to the cheek

"i... hope you know that no matter what you are, i'd still love and care for you dearly. i love everything about you, y/n"

offers to play a game with you after your confession and even lets you win! (though you pout when you know she's purposefully trying to lose, it warms your heart to know that she's making you happy)

very supportive girlfriend! 10/10 would love < 3

ah I can't believe i'm almost done with requests!! i'll have a big announcement once i'm done with all of them so do watch out for that < 3!

please do take care of yourselves lovelies! autumn loves y'all very much!! stay safe and healthy my beloved maple leaves :)!

[kraiyan]

i made my own little headcannons to fit in if michael and jeremy were dating and a bunch of other stuff that i don’t want to spoil so take my headcannons and please don’t pay attention to my overuse of the words ‘so’ and ‘like’

i wrote this headcannons for me in my notes so there are mentions of panic/anxiety attacks, light mentions of an eating disorder, nightmares, and self harm but i’ll just put a trigger warning for when those parts show up and if i missed anything that is triggering please let me know

- michael is trans and gay and jeremy is bisexual

- i think they would’ve been friends since kindergarten so they grew up telling each other EVERYTHING

- i feel like michael was really girly as a kid but in like 6th grade he just completely switched to like tomboy but he didn’t do on purpose it just happened

- then in seventh grade michael told jeremy he wanted to be a boy then after that with help from jeremy he came out to his moms

- michael had a crush in jeremy since 7th grade but i don’t think jeremy was his first crush

- i think since michael was straight when he was a girl he just assumed he was straight as a boy and his sexual awakening was captain sparklez

- michael has two moms and jeremys mom would’ve died in a car accident so it’s just him and his dad

- i imagine they confessed to each other in their second year of high school

- (TW: mentions of abuse) jeremy realized he liked michael in freshman year and it was really bad he could not stop thinking about him so when he got squip squip l would not stop punishing him for it

- so jeremy definitely has some problems with his bisexuality

- after years of pining for each other when they finally kissed jeremy could not stop panicking about it

- like they went to sleep fine but he was internally panicking and he tried to keep it together but the next day he absolutely broke just started sobbing saying over and over again “is this okay, are we okay”

- michael is the type to listen to a vulgar music to help his dysphoria

- so him and jeremy are in his car michael plugs in his phone and just starts singings “hoes want to be seen with me and i like their big thick titties”

- and jeremy can do nothing else but be like michael what the fuck

- they decided to keep their relationship a secret and not tell anyone bc of jeremy still coming to terms with himself and he didn’t think his dad would understand

- but i feel like michael moms had already pieced together that they were dating and jeremy didn’t mind that they knew bc they’re literally lesbians but every time jeremy came over from that point forward they had to keep their door open

-(TW: mention of an eating disorder) in a different angstier au jeremy would struggle with eating as a control thing after squip

- (TW: mention of an eating disorder) in an angstier au michael would have an eating disorder cause dysphoria

- i feel like once he realized he was trans he had really bad dysphoria but like with therapy and stuff he got over it

- so i think michael really liked afycso and had it on a vinyl and now jeremy knows all the words

- they don’t do anything at school because jeremy is still uncomfortable so they just pursuit their relationship between closed doors and michaels car in an empty parking lot

- i feel like they both got really excited when michael got referred to as sir for the first time

- jeremy and michael grew up together but ironically when puberty hit michael started to wear baggy clothes than he wore a binder than he wore super baggy clothes to hide his tits after coming out but during squip he had time to self reflect and work on his dysphoria so when jeremy saw michael outside of school he kinda said TITS and was so caught off guard by them

-(TW: mentions of self harm scars) i think michael has sh scars due to losing his childhood best friend and the whole panic attack in the bathroom thing and jeremys seen them but didn’t bring it up to michael because they’re fading so he obviously doesn’t do it anymore but it was a huge shock for jeremy to find out

- they never brought it up tho and it was never discussed bc who cares it was in the past

- michael pants his nails black and i think on some very rare occasion jeremy would paint his nails too (like the way karl paint his) and michael has lots of nail polish cuz on the rare occasion he paints his nails different colors and he repainted his nails every two weeks

- no matter how many times michael has changed in the same room as jeremy even let jeremy help take off his binder jeremy will never not get shy when he changes and will always ask to go into another room

- jeremy is a coffee person but not hot coffe because he always drinks it too early and burns his tongue

- he originally bought his hoodie™️ in really huge size to battle dysphoria but that just made the hoodie last for years

- jeremys name in michaels phone is something very gay and lovey and shit and michaels name on jeremys phone is just michael :)

- jeremy would come home all suspicious and and red faced after him and michael came from an empty parking lot that his dad would not stop begging him to meet this girlfriend of his

- i don’t think jeremy told his dad him and michael were playing a game or something and they kiss jeremys dad comes in and is like what 😦

-and his dad is shocked that he has been pushing girlfriend but he has a boyfriend and is just soooooo awkward about it and never sees michael the same but never makes any rules about them bc he doesn’t want to be homophobic 😭

- i don’t think he was really not supportive but it took him a bit to get used to it but it was so new to him and he was just so phased he just kinda talked to jeremy about his sexuality then left it at that

- they are like gendebend bubbline (marshal lee and the other one yk)

- michael has a queen vinyl the listen to a lot

- so i think michael would still smoke a bit and one time he convinced jeremy to do it with him and jeremy mainly coughed a lot then they just made out the rest of the time but they didn’t tell their parents they would be staying out after school and they both got in trouble

- michael gets blue raspberry and jeremy gets cherry but he also gets coke sometimes too (slushy flavors)

- at the beginning of their relationship they had to take it really slow so that jeremy would feel coqmfortable

- (TW: mentions of panic attacks) so jeremy has nightmares of squip and he wakes up having panic attacks and it’s really tiring bc he only gets 2 hours of sleep if he has these nightmares

- (TW: mentions of panic attacks) i feel like along with his nightmares he also had panic attacks that squip would punish him for pursuing a relationship with a guy let alone michael

- so after he got over his nightmares he just struggled with sleeping and nighttime in general like just fear around going to sleep

- so he often stayed up alll night to avoid sleeping and would like go to bed at 6 or on a good day 4 or 5

- so i think to get over his fear he had to make a routine first he would make some sort of hot drink or just water (mostly sleepy time tea) then he would text michael that he was going to sleep he also wears the same pajamas every time he goes to sleep just to make sure the routine really works then lastly he reads a comic book then he goes to bed

- i think the reason jeremy couldn’t sleep well after getting over the nightmares is because even if squip doesn’t haunt him enough to show up in his dreams anymore it still haunts him enough to stress him out constantly so he doesn’t sleep well

- to conclude the nightmare and sleeping saga jeremy basically has a night routine and sleeps with a night light

- i feel like they both go to therapy but we’re to scared to tell each other (and they both started going to therapy before they started dating)

- so fast forward they’re dating and are trying to plan a date and jeremys like i’m busy on monday at 1 and my dad needs me to help him with something on tuesday so how about wednesday at 3 and michaels like i have somewhere to be like at 3:30 and jeremys like where do you have to be and michaels like where do YOU have to be and so they count to three and say where they’re going to be and they both say therapy and then they’re like you go to therapy i think that would be so cute

- so michael has really thick glasses like his vision is awful so if jeremy is mad at michael he would wake up early and move his glasses over so michael would have to struggle to get out of bed and look for them with his poor ass vision

- he can see things right in front of his face but as soon as it moves a bit too far it’s blurry

- and speaking of his galsses if they’re really kissing along the way jeremy would take of his glasses so they could get closer to each other’s faces (like how elle and tao do in heartstopper )

- michael and jeremy have been friends way too long to not have practiced kissing with each other

- i think christine was a long time crush for jeremy so he definitely practiced kissing michael a lot since they were in 6th grade and michael was just soaking that shit up

- he’d be like what if she wants to make out we should practice that and jeremys like oh yeah you’re right and michael would be so freaking happy

- but they definitely got caught by jeremys dad and he laughed it off cause what else are you meant to when your 11 year old son and his 12 year old best friend are kissing each other

- they didn’t do it anymore after that cause they were soooooooooo embarrassed

- so i don’t talk about the rest of the characters but i’m about to make a headcannon including them so i’m gonna say my headcannons

- so chole is demisexual and panromantic

- brooke is a lesbian

- rich is bisexual and trans

- jake is pan

- jenna is questioning or straight

- and christine is aro/ace

- so i think jeremy and christine dated for a bit then christine broke up with him cause she was all like i can see the way you look at michael and also because she realized she was feeling intense platonic attraction not romantic

- and also i think they’re all friends so they have a group chat where they send homework answers and stuff

- so i think one time jeremy is doing his nighttime routine but this particular night he’s really tired so he texts michael goodnight bby <3 love u then skips the comic book reading and goes to bed but he sent it to their group chat so as soon as he got situated into bed all he hears is his phone going off so he has to check and it’s just everyone freaking out

- so he like fully sits up is looking at his phone in complete shock then realizes he never said a name so they are like who’s this mystery girl

- so he calls michael tells him about the situation then decides he’s ready to come out

- so the next day they’re more handsy then usual like jeremy wiped something off his face michael saw that he was cold and pulled him real close and their friends are like okayyyyy

- but mind you christine knew that jeremy liked michael so she knew exactly what was happening

- so at the end of the day their friend group is making plans to hang out but everyone was busy so jeremy goes well i’ll see you guys tomorrow waves at everyone kisses michael then starts walking to his house then michaels like yea i’m gonna head home to and like drives away and from that day forward their friends would not stop teasing them and were impressed they could keep there secret for so long

- so i feel like michaels moms both have jobs that run late so mom #1 is an er nurse and mom #2 is an account so this leaves michael a lot of time of being alone in his house so naturally you need to take advantage

- so one time mom #2 gets home and walks in just to see jeremy fully on the counter making out with her son

- i don’t think they got in trouble but his mom was like please not on the counter

- and then there was another time where mom #1 came home on her break cause she doesn’t live far from the er so she like yells to michael that she’s home

- and so naturally you come down to hug your mom so he comes down to greet his mom with a red faced jeremy behind him and his mom thought this was so fucking funny but as soon as she’s done laughing she immediately goes anytime jeremys over the doors open and that was the end of it

- everyone has this one thing that someone does that make them all blushy and stuff

- for jeremy it’s when michael wears fitting clothes cause michael is known to wear hoodies or just baggy clothes in general so when michael does get hot and needs to like put something on he puts on one of those body fitting v necks and jeremy losses his shit like he’s fully blushing and avoiding eye contact and since michael changed cause he was hot he’s sure that jeremy is so hot that his face is turning red and he’s embarrassed to say to take off his cardigan so the entire time jeremy is being full homo for his boyfriend michael is thinking he’s about to pass out from a heat stroke

- so i think jeremy enjoys this so much that for the first week of spring michael will only wear fitted clothes because jeremy loves it

- for michael it’s when he’s kissing jeremys neck and jeremy runs his hand thru his hair and pulls it a little when this happens michael loses all common sense one because jeremys enjoying himself so much that he has to kinda tug on michaels hair and two he’s enjoying it so much he doesn’t have time to think that squip is going to punish him and that makes michael just lose his mind so by the time they’ve pulled apart jeremy as sooooo many hickies and they both look at each other like what the fuck did we just do

- moving right along i feel like when jeremy wakes up at night and is terrified to go back to sleep if him and michael are sleeping together he will like hug him until he gets back to sleep and it works every time

- when they were like 7 jeremy got really sick with the flu and michael was so scared that he was going to die so he kissed him while he was sleeping because if his best friend was gonna die so was he and the next day he got really sick with the flu and jeremy would not stop crying because he thought that since michael refused to leave his side he got him sick…they’re idiots

- jeremy is the type to go to school with the worst fever ever he could throw up in the middle of the school day and still not go to the nurse and if he got sick during junior year forget it you had to strap him down to his bed if you wanted him to take a day off like michael had to sedecue him into staying in bed and taking medication so that he could feel better