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HAPPY NEW YEAR

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Yandere Kel, Sunny, Aubrey and Kel Having Their First Kiss HCs - Omori

ALL OF SUNNYS SPRITES SUCK SO JUST IMAGINE THAT HES SHY AND NOT SAD

[yandere Kel x reader]

-Kel is already clingy and affectionate so the thought of actually kissing isn’t really foreign to him

-however, it really depends when it comes to Kel

-he’d either go straight into the kiss by kissing you when you guys confess to each other

-or chicken out and either wait for you to kiss him first or somehow get pushed into it by a friend

-if he were to kiss you first, he’d be giddy and confident

-like i said, he’d probably kiss you either as a confession or after the confession so he’s already on cloud nine

-he’d probably pull you into a hug and then he’d immediately take you with him to go on an adventure/date 

-the kiss was also probably more on impulse then him trying to make it more romantic or anything

-but he’s hyped up about it for the rest of the week, telling everyone he sees how happy he is

-if you kiss Kel first, he’d still be giddy but a little shy too

-pretty much every time he gets a kiss from you he’s excited so there’s nothing really shocking about that

-but he was probably caught off guard since he wasn’t really expecting you to kiss him first

-he’ll be uncharacteristically quiet at first; the first thing you’ll probably hear from him is an awkward laugh

-but he’ll start speaking again soon, albeit with a bit of a stutter

-he’s always up for affection though, no matter who kisses who first

-this is one of the ways to really cement Kel’s obsession with you

-with every big romantic gesture that happens throughout your relationship, it makes him more and more unhinged

-hopefully you didn’t think a kiss would tone him down because now it’s just going to get harder to get away from him

-and Kel just continues to be blissfully oblivious to his own toxicity, instead focusing on how to give you more and more of his affections

(i had to hand edit this btw)

[yandere Sunny x reader]

-Sunny is surprisingly shy about the whole thing

-he always keeps a poker face on, and yet the thought of kissing you makes his cheeks burn red and his hands shake ever so slightly

-if Sunny were to kiss you first, he’d try to make it special

-like during a sunset while you two are hanging out or maybe after he takes you home from your first date or something

-you could probably tell that he’s thinking about it too because he’s shifting a little and avoiding eye contact

-he’ll probably try to run away from the embarrassment after he did it, but he’d probably just run around the corner and then watch you from afar to see how you feel about it

-if you were to kiss him first, he’d be both excited and a little nervous

-he probably wasn’t expecting it even though he’s been trying to plan out his first kiss for awhile

-he’s less embarrassed if you did it though, and that embarrassment is replaced with giddiness

-he’s still very flustered, but not enough to run away or anything

-the thing Sunny is nervous about is how you feel about it

-he’s less confident about it because he barely got a chance to plan it, so he’s worried that you’re not going to like him or something

-but other than that, he’s ecstatic

-very pleased with the fact that you just couldn’t wait to kiss him

-no matter who kisses who, it’s probably the first time you’ve seen a more vulnerable part of Sunny

-you can either handle him with care or take advantage and manipulate him

-he doesn’t care which one you do, he just couldn’t handle you leaving him after something like this

-he thought everything was fine; or at least fine enough for you both to finally kiss

-all he wants to know how he can fix it and who’s actually at fault for ruining your relationship

-he knows that neither you or himself can be the problem, so he has to figure out who ruined his first kiss

[yandere Aubrey x reader]

-Aubrey is more shy about it than she admits

-she probably has daydreamed about it once or twice, even before you both were dating

-she probably doesn’t worry about it being some big romantic event because she “just wants to get it over with”

-she’d honestly be over the moon if your first kiss was at a dump, she just wishes she could get the nerve to actually kiss you

-if she kissed you first, she would probably try to play it cool

-it’d be after a small date or maybe just a hang out with her gang

-and while you both are alone she’ll just give you a quick kiss

-she’ll try to play it off by just walking away or speeding off on her bike

-but the moment she gets home she’ll be monitoring her phone like a crazy woman

-she wouldn’t hesitate to track you down to get a response from you

-if you kissed her first, she’s both caught off guard and a little euphoric

-she would take awhile to finally kiss you so it’s not like it’d be shocking if you just decided to go for it

-she would be take aback though, but she tries to shake off the shock and play it cool

-but you’d probably know how she actually feels since not only would she be blushing, but she’s got a very genuine smile on her face

-not a smirk or anything, just a soft and sweet smile

-no matter who kisses who, that brief affection that you two share always fills Aubrey with complete euphoria

-in that moment she’s sky high and full of adrenaline, this is the happiest she felt in a long time

-Aubrey’s reaction is actually more wholesome than you’d expect

-granted, she does still obsess a little more over you

-but it’s more of the sweet kind than the murderer possessive kind

-don’t get it twisted though, Aubrey has a short temper and could lash out your or her friends at any moment

-so just let her relish in the moment for awhile, okay?

[yandere Basil x reader] 

-Basil has definitely thought about kissing you before, honestly it’s almost all he thinks about

-there’s just something about him that makes me think he cuddles and kisses his pillow and imagining its you he’s while trying to sleep

-since he wants to kiss you so badly, i think he tries to hype himself up by talking to himself in the mirror

-keyword is tries because even his own delusions can’t convince him that he’s ready to actually kiss you

-i do think that he’d eventually be able to do it, but you’d have to be really patient 

-if Basil were to kiss you first, he’d be very anxious and tense

-it would probably just be a quick peck on the lips because i don’t think he’d work up the courage to actually do much more

-you could kiss him more if you want! it would probably be the best way for you to respond to him

-you can also just tell how shy he is, not only is his face red but his legs are visibly shaking

-but even though he’s more nervous than both Sunny and Aubrey combined, i think he actually wouldn’t run away after kissing you

-sure, he’s avoiding eye-contact and trying to hide his face a bit, but he just wants to see how you react right here and up close

-if you kiss Basil first, he’s still jittery but now for a different reason

-there’s just so much visible joy on his face in that moment

-not only did you want to kiss him, but you also wanted to kiss him so badly that you couldn’t wait for him to start something

-i can imagine him covering his mouth afterward and giggling a little

-he feels like he shouldn’t be this surprised you kissed him because he was literally waiting for you to kiss him ever since you both met

-but i guess there was still a bit of doubt he tried to ignore

-but that doesn’t matter now, that doesn’t matter at all!

-you kissed him and he’s never been happier

-it’s the new thought that constantly plagues his brain, Polly probably notices how Basil will start randomly blushing even when absolutely nothing is happening

-he won’t be getting over his first kiss anytime soon, he’ll cherish the memory until he dies

-so please kiss him more, he doesn’t mind when or where he just wants you to kiss him until he can’t breathe

-whoops... was that too far? he’s sorry, he only wants what you want, of course!!

[darklcy]

𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬

attack on titan masterlist | spotify | part 1 | part 2 of 6 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 

pairing: yelena x gn! reader

genre: college AU, slight toxic relationship, unrequited, angst to eventual fluff

summary: text convos w yelena make you :) but also :( at the same time

warnings: none :)

word count: 12.7k

A/N: AH! thanks so much for all the notes on part 1! it means a lot! here’s part 2 :>

Yelena didn't come home that night.

As the rain swept the day into night, you remained on your bed, alone and cold. Waiting. Always waiting.

Whether it be waiting for her return or waiting to find the urge to move, you couldn't tell. Still, you let the covers embellish your body with the warmth you longed for. It didn't quite compare to the heat Yelena filled you with, but it was comforting nonetheless.

The twilight sky filtered your room into a dark abyss, the pretty moon concealed with rain clouds. Much to your dismay, too. You liked looking at the moon most nights. She came out to you in the times you needed her most, yet somehow when you found yourself stuck in this dilemma, she hid herself from you.

Your phone buzzed on your nightstand. With a groan, you reached over the mattress to retrieve it, unplugging it from the charger to pull it back towards you, safe under the blanket. You read the text.

There's a party tomorrow at Historia's sorority. Do you want to go?

Yelena. You frowned.

You didn't party much, but when you did, you and Yelena always went together. If it was Historia's party, would the two of them show up together or separate?

Hm...I don't know.

You typed back a response. The small letters spelling 'read 9:43 pm' popped up under the text bubble. You watched the three dots fade in, indicating Yelena typing back, until her message sent.

C'mon, please? It'll be fun. :)

You rolled your eyes.

Shouldn't you do your homework.

You could practically hear Yelena whine from the other side of your phone, wherever she may be.

Shhh. That's an issue for future me.

You hummed with a smile. You hate how much she makes you smile.

If I go will you do it? I don't want you to fail >:(

Yelena's rapid messages faltered a moment, as if she were pondering her options.

Ughh. Okay fine. You win.

Your grin grew wider. Though her next text wiped it right off your face.

Btw I'm staying at Historia's for the night. Sorry for the late notice :/ I'll come back in the morning though.

Just like that, reality hit you right in the gut. The second you lost yourself in the self-created fantasy of you and Yelena living happily in love, the weight of the world slapped you out of it. Every time it hurt a little more than the last. It sucked. This sucked.

Yelena sucked.

You hate to think of her badly, but sometimes those intrusive thoughts raged in your brain. How dare she toy with your emotions like this. Doesn't she know the effect she has on you?!

Your eyes widened at the question. Did she...? Did she know about your feelings? Or did she think you weren't taking it seriously, too? Like she was?

Maybe that's why she brought up other girls in front of you...to remind you this wasn't serious, and to not take it as such. Did she not want to pursue you...?

You shook your head. No, no, no. Stop this. She just...likes fooling around. Yelena never took things seriously, so why would she want a heartfelt relationship, especially right now? Right...she doesn't.

As you stared up at the ceiling, questioning your roommate's motives, another text buzzed on your phone. You held the screen above your head, eyebrows slightly raising at the sender.

Are you going to Historia's party tomorrow?

You tapped on the message to type back. Mikasa...?

I don't know...Still thinking bout it. Why?

She texted back in seconds.

Armin, Eren, and I will be there, if you want to hangout with us. :)

You stared at the blue bubble in silence, repeating the sentence over and over in your head. After musing over the invitation, you groaned once more, sending Mikasa a response before shutting off your phone and pulling the comforter over your head.

Oh, ok! I'll go then :D

--

You were surprised when it was noon and Yelena still hadn't come back from Historia's. You didn't want to think too hard on it, coming up with an excuse of them going out to eat. It was Friday after all, so most students didn't have classes to worry about, including you. Popping a bagel in the toaster, you opened your phone to see Yelena had in fact texted you. Twice.

Hey! I know I said I'd be back in the morning but we decided to get lunch. I promise I'll be back afterwards. :)

Also did you decide if you're going tonight or not??

Hm. So you were right. Your fingers tapped on the screen to type back.

Yeah, I'm going, but remember our promise? You're doing your homework tomorrow!

POP!

The jolt of the toaster startled you, the fresh, warm aroma of the cooked bagel wafting into the room. As you smeared some cream cheese on each halve, your phone buzzed again.

Fineeee.

It wasn't until 1:30 when the door to your room finally burst open, revealing Yelena alive in the flesh, bearing the same clothes she wore yesterday except a bit wrinkled and creased around the neck. Two dark red hickeys decorated her skin below her jaw, mocking you where you stand. You couldn't help the frown that doted your lips.

"I'm hoome."

You sighed and turned back to your desk. Yelena scoffed and threw her arms up. "You're seriously mad at me?"

Sauntering forward, she bent down and kissed the crown of your head before plopping down on your bed and pulling out her phone. You huffed and leaned your cheek on an open palm.

"What time does the party start?" You inquired. She didn't look up from her phone.

"Around 8:30, which I know is a little early, but! If we get there early, we can get more drinks before Reiner's frat comes." Yelena furrowed her brows with distaste. "I swear she's too nice for her own good. I don't know why she even thought about inviting him but,"

As you stared at the window, a question rose up in your mind, a question that would open the door to all the unanswered thoughts lingering in your head. With a surge of confidence, you asked her.

"Are you and Historia dating?"

Yelena paused her movements, eyes darting up from her phone screen to the back of your head. She observed your figure curled up in your chair, refusing to look at her. She blinked a few times. "Oh, um. No, not really. We're just...having fun."

"Does she know that..?" You responded quickly, not missing a beat. Yelena rose a brow at your sudden bluntness, not used to this confrontation coming from you.

"Yeah, she does. She's cute but, I'm not wanting anything right now. I just...wanna let loose. No strings attached kinda thing, yknow?"

You finally turned yourself around in your chair to meet her, hesitantly making eye contact. She frowned. "Why do you ask?"

You raised your shoulders and shook your head. "Just wondering. I wasn't sure if you wanted to date her or not."

Yelena nodded at your words. She felt...confused. You were looking for something in her responses, but she didn't know what. Before she could examine you anymore, you stood up and walked to the door.

"Well, we can leave here at like 8? I'm gonna go for a walk but when I get back we can hangout, if you wanna."

She nodded again with a tiny smile. "Yeah...sounds good, bug."

With that, you exited out the door, footsteps receding down the hall and out the dorm. She stared down at her lap, her head clouded with bewilderment. A notification dinged on her phone, lighting up the screen.

Historia: I can't wait to see you tonight. :))

She didn't care for Historia's message right now, only focusing on how you acted moments ago.

You were hiding something.

[slasherwife]

🐻Oh, I stopped to think, how the Slashers would react to their S / O being a witch who reincarnated (doesn’t remember the past life, except how she died.), She does rituals (using some potions, animal bones and blood itself). to raise and control plants and a power related to his death (possibly fire) and have nightmares about his death that usually have phantom pain and vision (in the midst of flames and smoke for example.) kisses from Brazil 🐻

Slashers react to a witch s/o

How do the slashers react with you doing tarot, moon rituals, playing with energies, making potions and doing spells?

🌹🌛🌕🌜🌹how do they react to you controlling the elements and getting forewarning of his death?

Thomas Hewitt

Thomas is lowkey intrigued?

Doesn’t even know what this stuff is??

He’s pretty much clueless, but that doesn’t mean you can’t teach him

If you tell him you’re a witch I have a feeling he’ll be taken aback

“B-but the Bible says—“

“No no, the Bible was originally Aramaic, Tommy— and ‘witch’ in Aramaic meant poisoner, my love. I never poison anyone.” 💖💕💖💕

That should do it 😊

Anyway he will still be bewildered a lil bit, just peepin around the corner watching you doing a tarot reading like Ow0 wot

Will catch animals for you to use for rituals

Do you need human bones too? Cuz he’s got you covered 😊💕

But hearing of your past life death? Seeing you play with fire and plant energies? How the universe practically bows to you? He sees you completely different.

He was standing on the back porch, watching you walk towards him as the grass waved to you and the trees bent in your favor, and he never wanted to be apart from you 🌹😊

You are a starlit goddess, sent to him by mistake— and he thinks you belong to the stars above or in the clouds~~ anywhere but his dark, sad home 😓💖

If you have nightmares about his death, he will go under your wing —begrudgingly— under your constant protection

He doesn’t believe too much of your visions, but he hates seeing you upset and his dark goddess doesn’t deserve paranoia 🥀😓

Jason Vorhees

Whatever Jason thinks, he at least acknowledges at his zombie phase that he isn’t exactly considered natural either.

Tbh you guys would be a total power couple 🤗🥺💖

He would be probably more understanding of your occupation than Tommy, and would embrace you fully 😊

Like “I knew my y/n was special. I knew it!” 😊💕

He doesn’t like that you use animal bones though. “Why the poor animals y/n?? Use human bones instead— here.”

He thinks you have superpowers hah

He loves when you raise the plants to be alive again— it’s like you keep it spring all year and he loves it 🥺💖💕💖🌷

Will be happy that you have them so you can protect yourself if need be 😊

Once you tell him about your past life death and how you can manipulate elements and that you’re getting forewarnings dreams of his death... he won’t be too worried.

First off, any thought of you dying in general is caused him literal physical pain. So he didn’t like you talking about that 🥺💕

You controlling the elements, Fire? He will follow you anywhere hon’. 7’1 immortal zombie legend murderer and powerful sorcerer/ess/witch? Biggest power couple 💕🙌🙌

And then lastly, the only thing Jason will worry about from your dreams is how you will manage with out him. That’s literally it 😂🥺💕💖

He knows he will come back eventually, you can’t kill Jason forever— he physically can’t stay dead lol

He will sheepishly miss all the crazy sex you guys have been having, but you stop your worrying! Jason’s like “my poor bab don’t be so scared— I’ll always come back!” 💕💕💖💕

Michael Myers

Will 1000% pretend your powers don’t interest him.

But just know that he’s peeking around the corner when you absent mindedly play with the candle’s flame while mixing a clarity potion, literally on his toes 😂💕

He loves to be around you when you’re doing candle work, making a potion, practicing controlling the elements— because you exert this powerful and foreign energy aura that’s comforting to him 😊💖💕🥺

Another slasher that will go on a midnight trip of catching animals for you because “ANYTHING FOR YOU, MY GODDESS— 😫💖💕💖💕”

But you wouldn’t even ask for it, he would see you making spell charms or bags with animal bones in it—

And then next thing you know he drops a sack of birds and a goat next to you and walks away???🤭

Do I know where he got the goat?? No I fucking do not xD but it kinda stank so you had to drag it out the back door and get to work 😣

And then obviously he’ll give you human bones as well lel 💕

He likes hearing of your past life death, he thinks it’s cool lol 😊💖

Getting forewarnings of Michael’s death? K.

He wouldn’t be bothered really, but he obviously doesn’t want to die— he’s too stubborn for that 💕💖

This is the only time he will ever listen to you xD barely

Basically like “too bad—I’m going out tonight. But I’ll ‘be careful’ or whatever the fuck you said.”

Another huge power couple btw 🙌💖💕

Bubba Sawyer

He thinks you’re so cool 🥺

He’ll think your tarot readings are a game and he’ll pick up random ones and look at them

(He likes the pictures) 😖💖

He’ll be so curious, like snooping around when you’re doing a ritual, snuggling up against you when you’re saying an incantation—

He’s like a cat💖💕

Oh you like animal bones? What a surprise! His house is literally full of them. 😶🌷

Ya you have an endless supply of animal bones— you won’t ever run out 😂💖💕

You died in your past life? WHAT? Why? *crying*

He will snuggle you all night when you tell him that 🥺

Also thinks you’re a goddess that was sent to him and can NOT wrap his head around the fact that you two met by chance 🥺💖

Cherishes you every single day and will probably be super clingy because you’re just his strong woman who deserves everything for the queen she is— *INHALE* yeah. 😖😖💕💕💖💖

Wait. What? You dreamt of me dying? What abt you will you be okay my little blueberry muffin??

He won’t careeee but at the same time he wants to stay with youuuuu😖💖💕

Just so he can stay alive to be with you, he’ll do everything you say to stay safe and will follow every protocol much to Chop Tops annoyment. 🤷‍♀️😊💕

“No, sorry—Y/n says I can’t do that.”

I love you two together, it gives me the feels 🥺💕💖

Bo Sinclair

Ooooh niceeee

Lowkey interested but probably won’t show it 😆

Like u do u— don’t know don’t care as long as you keep making me pbjs

Prepare for bewildererd looks when he walks in on your using blood/bones for a particular ritual 😳

Like you’ll just be sitting on your bed with your eyes closed, holding a black candle trying to banish negative energy and he’ll walk in—

“Want me to leave...?”

“Shhhhhhh....”

He’ll probably come home one day with an animal skull or something like, “babe I found this owl beak... you want it?” 😂💖💕

He’ll probably tell Lester to catch something while he’s out and about, and then take it and tell you that he got it for you all by himself😂💕

Lowkey scared of you sometimes

He’s not scared of blood, but like y are u using it..??

Tried not to piss you off too much so you hex him or something xD 💖💕

You: *manipulating fire and wind out back*

Bo, walking in on it: bitch what the fu—

If you tell him you’re getting visions of his death, he’ll probably be super skeptical and give you it a smartass remark— probably ask if you’ve been smoking the mugwort too 😳😶

But if you persist on it— he’ll get frustrated but will listen to you because he doesn’t like seeing u upset 🥺🌷

Brahmsie

Bitch wtf u doin?

So confused— explain now

This little shit will go through all of your stuff and take what he thinks is cool and will probably piss off your deities (if u have deities) 😂

You’ll have to make him apologize and have him give it back~~which I wish you the best of luck w 😂💖💕

You’ll just be minding your own business when Brahmsie is looking at your things—

The he legit looks at you dead in the eyes and takes your dragon figurine and disappears into the walls, much to your panic 😓😶😶

But since you can do all this stuff, now 3x more scared of you even tho you’re a small bean in comparison to him— 😳💕🌷

You threatened to hex him if he didn’t start actin right and he started being nice real quick 😂🙌💕💕

Where did u get that blood? 😶😳

Using animal bones? Use the dead rats y/n! Duh!

Bonus for him if he manages to sack the grocery boy and take his bones too 😶💘

“ANYTHING FOR YOU MY QUEEN!” 🙌😭💖💖

If he finds you controlling the elements and sees u controlling fire.... he leaves immediately dont you know he’s terrified of fire??

Yeah uh he demands in a shaky voice that you stop doing that or else ☹️😶he doesn’t like fire at all

But that’s okay cuz you’re still the fuckin coolest person hes ever been w! 😆💘

Wait wut...? You’re saying I’m gonna die? UWU SAVE ME Y/N I DONT WANNA DIEEE

He will literally get so scared when you tell him you’re getting forewarnings of his death, and will go under your wing definitely the most willingly 😅💓💓

Whatever, more cuddles for him! And some other things 😏

I hope u liked ittt! Sorry I’ve not the time to post ANYTHING lately— it took me 5 days to finish this one because of how busy w school I am— but I hope you like it!! 💖💖

[maddiethebull]

Satan (Obey Me!) - Prompt #9 - “I could quote a thousand poems, but none can describe what I feel.”

I’m BACK Y’ALL After some InTrOSpeCtioN and HeaLiNG and LoTS of CRyINg ;)

Sorry for my absence. I hope you like it and thank you for making a request! Requested by @l3v1sblog

Here’s a song to listen to while reading if you’d like:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_R0Ix90hFu8 

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You were cleaning around the lounge of The House of Lamentation, it was your chore for the day to help dust and reorganize whatever silverware or centerpieces that may be out of place. You always thought it was such a bore, you never found anything cool to talk about with the brothers while you cleaned there, unlike the many times you’d found an interesting book to talk about with Satan whilst you cleaned the library. Or the times that you found household items with huge bites taken out of them and asking Beel if he did it and him so innocently denying it… You were about to put some silverware away when something caught your eye, though, it was a red, leather bound book. There wasn't any writing on the cover, piquing your interest, so you opened it and the first thing you saw was a poem titled Suns and Seraphim dedicated to…… WAIT THAT’S YOUR NAME???. It read, 

“Could seraphim descend to earthly ground, 

For chance to brush thine lips with hues of rose;

Discard their grace and heav’nly guise, cast down,

They would; just as the sun is always bound.

The moon will rise upon the sun’s repose 

With gifts to thee inside night skies of opal tone

Of diamonds who’s shine dare not oppose  

That which resides in precious eyes, thine own. 

Si j'avais été dans le royaume des cieux 

Pour vous donner ces soleils souriants 

Et regarder votre beauté, 

Mon cœur volage me tenterait d'arracher 

Mes ailes angéliques et descendre; 

Je quitterais ce paradis creux pour être en Eden 

Avec mon amant, Mon ange de la terre, vous.

(written by Madeline Melcher (me lol) I dont know french so I used a translator btw)

Your jaw dropped, who could have written this?? It popped up in your head that it was most likely either Lucifer or Satan, it definitely wasn’t Mammon, Levi, or Beel. The maybes were Belphie and Asmo, but the chances they wrote that were rather slim. 

Curiosity killed the cat and you couldn’t restrain your fingers from flipping through the many filled pages of the notebook. Another page had read, 

“I could quote a thousand poems, but none can describe what I feel when I’m with you. You are a glimpse of a Heaven lost to betrayal, a sun that, for so long, I’ve been missing. I promise, someday I’ll show you these and then I’ll take you on a picnic (maybe in the human world?).”

Involuntarily, a smile made its way to your lips and a blush to your cheeks until you heard a knock on your door, it was Lucifer,

“MC, Why aren't you cleaning?”

Your heart sped up, what if it was Lucifer who wrote this? You began stuttering, you liked him, sure, but not in the way these poems talk about. Oh god… what if you had to turn down the second most powerful demon ever? Oh lawd. 

“MC, we enjoy having you here but if you don’t finish your chores and put down whatever book you're reading-”

A HUGE sigh of relief escaped you, 

“So you don’t know this book?” You asked, still slightly on edge. 

He answered, “How could I know what you’re reading? There's not even a title on it.” He sighed and stepped closer, he eyed the book and,  “Is that Satan’s Journal? Oh dear, MC, I believe you’ve made a rather stupid mistake.”

Your eyes were open wide as you sat completely still and quiet staring at the book in your hands. Lucifer spoke up, seeing that you looked quite shocked and perhaps a bit scared, 

“If you would like, I can put it back where it was. Though I will be giving you extra chores because it seems that you also know what you did was an invasion of my annoying brother’s privacy.”

You thought a moment then spoke, 

“No, I don’t feel good about that… I think I should give it back to him. I don’t wanna lie to him.”

“If that’s what you would like to do then I am nobody to stop you, just be careful and if something happens then don’t refrain from calling me for help.”

“Thank you Lu-”

In a seemingly dejected and scoffing tone Lucifer said, “And do your chores.” 

With that he left you all alone to contemplate a plan to give Satan his journal back. Your mind was clouded with a million thoughts, the most prominent one being ‘he really thinks of me like that?’ A brush of pink crept onto your cheeks, thinking of him writing these poems. Thinking of him thinking of you. You wished so much that you could just revel in these thoughts, but the issue at hand was that, like Lucifer had said, you invaded Satan’s privacy. ‘What if he doesn’t feel that way anymore...’ Excitement and fear mixed inside your mind making you feel overwhelmed. How would you go about this?

‘Maybe I can just leave it in front of his door with a note on it. But, no, what if someone else picks it up?’ 

‘I could just burn it and forget about everything…….. No, MC, that’s NOT what’s gonna happen.’

You thought and thought and came to the realization that the easiest and most moral way to take care of the situation was just to knock on his door and hand it to him. You would tell him what you did and apologize and it would go very super incredibly smooth… yeah. You picked up the book ad headed towards Satan’s room with conviction, ‘you can do this MC!’ you thought. But when you got to his room, you froze like Mammon’s credit cards. 

You’d never felt more anxious in your life. You liked Satan a great deal, he was handsome and charming, he had a soft side that he showed you often, he was wonderful. Even though these poems were made out to you, you felt as if it couldn't possibly be real. And moreover, this was the Avatar of Wrath’s personal journal that you had gone through... You breathed heavily to calm your nerves and gave yourself a mini pep talk. Then, finally, you  meekly knocked on the door. Satan opened the door and saw you standing there, a smile crossed his face, 

His blonde locks messily hung around his bright green eyes with a beautiful happy go lucky look in them, 

“Hello, MC, find something interesting today? I certainly did and would very much like to give it to you.” A sweet chuckle ran off his words as he began to show you in but he froze and his expression changed drastically. 

With his eyes open wide he asked while pointing to the book, 

“What’s that?”

Stuttering and mumbling, fumbling your words you managed to get out a small “I’m sorry”

Silence. Silence that was louder than the rumble of a volcano.

He cleared his throat, 

“Did- did you read it?” his eyes fixated on the book you held, he looked incredibly worried. You weren't looking at him so you could only assume that his visage was pure rage, something you, a mere human, were terrified of.

“I-I-I-I-”

You were cut off by a chuckle, although this time it wasn’t sweet, per say, more nervous. But through your ever amazing perception skills, you again thought he was angry with you and as he said, 

“MC, I-”

You blurted out, “I’m sorry!” and ran away. 

Your heart beat a million miles per hour as you hastily made your way to your room, locking the door and looking down to see that your dumbass TOOK THE BOOK. You were silent on the outside, but screaming like Hell on the inside. 

Just then, a voice wriggled it’s way through the wooden door, it was Asmo. 

“MC, do you think I could borrow your hair straightener? Mine broke and I can’t go anywhere looking like this!”

Shakily, you replied, “Sure, it’s just on my bathroom counter.”

He waltzed in all happy and pretty but the look on your face made him stop in his tracks,

“What’s wrong?” With those two words, you nearly burst into tears.

“Oh hun…” he said as he put a reassuring hand on your shoulder, letting you rest your head on his arm. “Why don’t we go to my room and talk about it? I’ll even give you a makeover, that’d be nice, yeah?”

You wiped the tears from your cheeks, “Yeah.”

You told him all about it as he did your makeup, making you feel slightly better, though, it wasn’t really the makeup, it was more seeing how much the brothers cared about you in times like this. He began to finish his own makeup as you sat down on the bed and your restless thoughts ran out of your mouth as if it were a marathon.

“And he got angry at me, I can’t stand seeing him angry, and and-”

“MC, honey, calm down,” he said as he finished doing his eye makeup, focusing on his reflection in the vanity mirror. 

“How can I? These poems, they’re beautiful but I just read his journal without asking and I feel so horrible about it. And I’m really scared of him when he gets angry… I just don’t know if I can face him right now.” You flopped from sitting up to splaying out on the pale pink bedspread.

“You said the exact same thing just five minutes ago! You won’t get anywhere from repeating that.”

“UGH but it's all I can think about right now… What if he hates me because of this…”

Asmo let out a light chuckle, “He doesn’t hate you sweetie, I don’t think he can.”

You frowned, “You don’t know that.”

After a moment’s pause, looking at how distraught you were with the current situation, Asmo spoke again,

“MC, let me tell you a secret, I’ve been watching this whole thing unravel, I could sense rom com vibes since the day you waltzed in! You should’ve heard the way he talked about you, it was constant ‘MC this and MC that’ ‘Oh I made MC laugh today,’ ‘MC let me borrow her pen’ ‘MC asked me to get coffee,’” Asmo said while doing a ridiculous impression of Satan, “But you can’t tell him I told you this or he’ll probably string me up by the ankles.”

You chuckled and when your smile faded, Asmo looked you in the eye and said in a sincere voice,

“He likes you girlie, I would even say he loves you. I’ve never seen him care about someone so much. When I said I don’t think he can hate you, I meant it. So go back there and tell him what you feel, this is the climax of your love story! And believe me when I say a good climax can fix anything!”

“Asmo ew.”

“Hehe, too much?”

You looked at the red book cover, “He really said that?”

Asmo rolled his eyes with a smile, 

“Yes! So what’re you waiting for?? I can feel the stress seeping out of you and it's not good for my skin.”

Meanwhile in his room Satan was pacing like a worried cat, mumbling to himself. ‘I knew MC didn’t feel that way…’ ‘How could I be so reckless? I left my journal in the dining room of all places!’ With a frustrated grunt, he brought his hands to his face, lowkey slapping himself in the face.  He sat down on his bed and tousled with his hair, as he did so, his focus was taken by a single blooming Mirage Flower on his desk. He winced and flopped onto his bed face down. The sigh he let out after that held an almost tangible emotion of frustration. He was frustrated with himself, but also with you. He didn’t plan on you finding out like this and it made him feel, well, kind of lame. He imagined telling you many times, none were as embarrassing as you reading his journal. He wanted to sweep you off of your feet like a prince in one of Levi’s animes, with the flowers mysteriously blooming and all of that. He turned to the side, restless and angry with himself and again was there the flower he had secretly picked from Diavolo’s garden, only to give to you. His lips turned to a frown and he sat up again, taking the flower from it’s vase and like a child, he plucked each petal saying “MC loves me.” “MC loves me not.” As the flower diminished to just the stem he finished with “MC loves me.” ‘Hmph, I look like I’m losing it, don’t I?’ he thought. Still, this powerful demon’s heart felt aflutter from something as silly as the words “MC loves me” as he plucked the final petal from the pistal. Those petals that would soon dry out and crumble to dust reflected in his aquamarine eyes like lilies floating in a pond. His brow furrowed and he decided it best to lay down looking the other way. 

You got off of Asmo’s bed, dropping the journal with the spine facing the ground, making it open to the last page that had only one sentence on it. Your heart beat sped up as you read the short entry and what you read was enough to make you happy for entire lifetimes. 

“I've loved you every day before today and I will love you every day after.”

You didn’t know why, but it was enough to bring the hint of tears to your eyes. He really thought of you like that? Did you think of him like that? As intensely in love as these poems and pages had shown?

Now holding the book in your hands, looking at the same red leather cover but seeing something different. You smiled, and said “Yeah. I think I do.”

Asmo turned around with a confused look on his face, “You do what?”

A blush rose to your cheeks much like a rose in bloom, 

“I love him.”

You left the room determined, set firmly on a path to Satan’s bedroom. 

All alone in his room, Asmo chuckled, 

“Have fun dearie.”

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This was a long one, I wrote this over a long period of time and I changed it up a lot. I was feeling sad when I wrote a lot of this, so it’s a bit really sad and I decided to end it like this because it kind of felt right? Like instead of explaining the whole thing from beginning to end, it would be a better read and be a better experience for the readers to be able to imagine whatever ending they would like when confronting the character Satan. I’m open to writing an ending that includes MC finally confronting him, though, just say the word and I’ll finish the story in a different way :) Thanks for reading! <3

also as a BONUS:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u9raS7-NisU this song is basically what Satan was thinking the entire time lmao 

[softguks]

author + fic recs

below are a list of writers and my my fav fics of theirs, pls give them some love!! don’t forget to REBLOG, SEND A MESSAGE, OR LEAVE FEEDBACK. sometimes leaving a like isn’t quite enough, so leave a small comment telling them how much you loved it! it really makes their day.

@sketchguk TERESA, uGH my lovie, my world, my moon, my stars, the cause of my euphoria, my queen, the angel from the heavens. she is an incredible writer, and i’ve read all of her works probably thirty million times. they’re sweet, amazing, and definite must-reads! READ HER ENTIRE MASTERLIST, it’s worth it i promise 🥺

-> kiss the girl; worth the wait; lover to lean on; 10 muses

@sleepyjhs​ violet??? omg, her reactions, drabbles, and writings are so soft and lovely!! pls give her a read, send her some love, reblog her amazing works, and leave come comments! she’s such a sweet angel, and her blog is beautiful (so aesthetically pleasing)

@gukyi GUYI!! guys, this is a no-brainer. i’m sure you’ve read her fics, if not, go give her a read. her fics are absolutely amazing, incredible, and every positive word in the world. the amount of talent she pours into each piece of writing is incredible and phenomenal, she is literally one of the most talented writers on here. go send her some love if you haven’t already!

-> the millionaire & his lover; raspberry truffles; the courtship chronicles; if i told you; the underwear thief; the coffee shop contract

@jamaisjoons hi i love solaris, she owns my heart. anyways, she is a pretty-well known blog in my opinion, and totally deserves it! her writings are amazing, incredible, and i love them so much. her banners are super cute like her too 🥺 she’s the sweetest person, her fics are some of my go-to rereads and my all-time favorites. pls go flood her inbox with love, she’s an incredible angel.

-> faded love; the sea & the storm; love alive

@honeymoonjin​ guys sora is the most beautiful soul on here 🥺 i love her fics so much, they bring out the ugly tears, the soft feelings, the uwu hours, and emotions i didn’t know i had. i’ve read her entire masterlist probably a billion times because of how talented she is, like skskksksksk?? i don’t understand. go bombard her with love, adoration, and feedback for her lovely fics. she writes them so well, and they’re also hilarious to read!!

-> florezco; anpanman

@jungshookz​ CEE!! omg i love all of her fics. each and every single one of them is absolutely incredible. i love the style of her writing, i love the hilarious interactions, the tropes, and everything about her fics. she is one of my all-time favorite blogs that i’ve come across, please send her lots of love if you haven’t already!! she is so so talented and incredible, make sure to check out her drabbles and tags!! it’s always hilarious and so much fun to read her fics -- i cackle like a witCH--

-> cowabunga baby; caramel macchiato; gymrat jungkook; beneath the water; suit & tie; soccer coach jungkook; yoga instructor jungkook; ta! jimin; ballet teacher jimin (OMG MY FAV)

@junqkook hi yara is bomb guys. yara’s fics are oh-so-incredible and she’s one of the first blogs i came across in this fandom!! there’s something about the way she writes, the way her words seem to flow together so perfectly that’s incredible. really and truly, she is one of the sweetest people on here and is very very very talented. go give her some love. btw her banners for her fics and her navigation is super cute uwu.

-> rottenfolk; the young wolf; into the woods (series); la douleur exquise

@httpjeon DAISYYY, she’s amazing and i love her. anyways, daisy is the QUEEN of cute banners and headers. she’s so talented and everything on her masterlist is a masterpiece. the way she writes is so beautiful and her stories are amazing!! the detail, the *cough* smut *cough*, the descriptive scenes, and the characters are incredible! gold! amazing! wonderful! i’ve run out of words to describe how lovely they are, but please give her some (re)reads and reblogs!

-> bunny blues (series); lovebug; sehebon; club ardor (series)

@kinktae rosyyyyy is one of the sweetest people on here and im totally here for her friendship with daisy + nora + yara uw. they’re best friend goals. anyways, her fics are like watching movies. they are so detailed and well-written that it plays in your head. you can imagine each scene playing out as you read and they’re really amazing. pls go check them out and give them some love!

-> soliloquy; camellia (two-shot); bitchin’ (series); flesh & blood (series)

@taesthetes uwu, cat’s works are some of the most amazing ones i’ve ever read. they never fail to amaze me and are always guaranteed to bring out emotions. thy’re truly beautiful works of art, and are some definite must-reads! her blog is so lovely and pretty too!

-> let’s unfall in love; amour; hiraeth; her masterlist (just read everything guys it’s incredible)

@ughkive mo! mO! MO! mo is my lovie and an angel. she’s such a beautiful soul and has the heart of an angel. her writings are amazing and some you should definitely check out! the way she writes is beautiful and i love her style of writing, please go flood her mailbox with love and support! much love to you, bb!

-> broken cathedrals; heart strings; bucket list; habits

@gukgalore hi rayan is my intelligent, gorgeous, radiant, and stunning queen. she is the absolute sweetest and must be flooded with love and hugs. go check out the queen, i love her, the aesthetic & layout of her blog, and her writings very very much!! they are very amazing and worth the read! many of them make me emotional and i dont know how she’s so taleneted. pls give her love.

-> young; jungkook breaks your trust (drabble); jungkook lies (drabble); something new

@guksheart she is one of my fav blogs everrr. i truly adore all of her fics and have reread them millions of times. they’re absolutely incredible, and always leave me in awe or speechless because of the talent that’s poured into each writing. each fic is a work of art, a masterpiece, and a treasure. pls go check her out, give her some compliments on her pretty blog, her cute banners, and her amazing self! lots of must-reads all waiting on her masterlist. also,,, on a side note lol her titles are so cute and i love them with all of my heart!! uwu

->  close the distance; in twenty years time; cover me in blue; plans for wedding bands; sugar coated; victor’s game (series m.list)

@gukills POPPY! or tati, i love her so very much with all of my heart and my entire being. she’s gorgeous, radiant, bright, and an angel blessed to us from the heavens!! not only is she the sweetest, she’s so talented in both writing and art! her writings are amazing and something you should definitely check out! uwu her navigation is so cute as well, go give her some love.

-> every moment is valuable; broken glass; just out the window (two-shot)

@cupofteaguk​ omg omg hiiiii. LOL im sorry but traci’s blog is one of my favs!! she’s one of the first blogs i came across when first joining this fandom and is so incredibly talented. i’ve reread all of her fics millions of times and i love them so so much. they’re so cute, sweet, and hilarious. the way she writes is incredible and i love the tropes and cliche plots that she twists or tweaks to turn into masterpieces. each fic she’s written is gold and i’m always excited to see her pop up on my dash. her banners are all so adorable just like her blog. go give her some love!!

-> like flowers we bloom; the endless winter; breath of spring; hopeless hearts; take my hand (i love this one v much!)

@onherwings​​ hi jo, i adore you with all of my heart and being. jo is such a sweet and talented soul that i’m incredibly lucky and forever grateful to be friends with!! all of her fics are amazing and totally worth the read. her writing style, the descriptive scenes, the plots, the cute banners, the funny interactions, and the way she constructs the relationships as they blossom is beautiful. it feels like a breath of fresh air, walking through a meadow of clouds and stars, and the fuzzy, warm feeling you get from being with people you love. her fics are beautiful and so fun to read. flood her mailbox with love, asks, and support!!

-> mask; the better one; reasons to say i love you

@angelguk​​  she’s one of my favorite blogs ever (mwah!) her writings, her blog, her aesthetic, and her layout are absolutely gorgeous!! uwu they make me soft just looking at the pretty colors, matching themes, and accents. her writings are from another planet, omg, there aren’t enough words and emotions in the world to describe how utterly incredible they are. her writing style is just phenomenal and i love the way her words weave together like strands of silk into works of art. literally, hands down, one of the best writers i’ve come across on this site. i love everything about her blog and i’m sure she’s an even more amazing and beautiful person.

-> breakfast in bed; heartfelt; i wish i missed my ex; amour; phases

@cutaepatootie​​​ hi sara seems like such a lovely and sweet person so pls give her some love. ask about her day, tell her a joke, make her laugh, make her smile today. :D her writings are incredible. “A Fallen Bookmark on a Thursday Afternoon” hit so hard. i was tearing up, nearly balling my eyes out because of how realistic and genuine her fics feel. it sounds silly, but they feel like their own little worlds, waiting for you to get lost in. they bring out so many feelings and thoughts that i didn’t know i had, or haven’t really thought about. i think about it so often, and she’s one of the first blogs i came across. pls check out her fics and give her some reblogs!

a fallen bookmark on a thursday afternoon; the blue princess and her red rose; animal (series); a brief story of time; touched by a fallen star

@minflix​​​ elle is so very lovely and sweet. she reminds me of flowers because of how sweet and beautiful she is, i hope she continues to blossom. she reminds me of the ocean because of how strong, majestic, and powerful her energy and soul are. her url is so clever, we stan an intellectual in this household!! her banners are amazing??? like??? what??? when i saw them i gasped and proceeded to stare at them in wonder. her fics are even better guys!! what a surprise, pls go read them. they’re masterpieces and i’ve reread them too many times to admit. but in all seriousness, she’s absolutely wonderful and i’m super lucky to know her. go give her some love, lots of love to the sweetest bean!!

break the ice; much better; spellbound; a lack of color; the city comes alive

@yourdelights​​ dee! deE! dEE! DEE! dee is such a talented and sweet soul. like??? she’s so sweet? you could get diabetes just from talking to her. nO seriously, she’s one of the friendliest, kindest, and nicest people on here. her fics are adorable and very funny as well as entertaining. her banners, her theme, and her navigation are so cute and stunning just like she is. go give her some love, send her some asks, start a conversation, make her smile, and be her friend!!

-> the best part of me is you; i’m sorry (drabble)

@diortae​​ hi guys, isabel is amazing, stunning, radiant, and a literal ball of sunshine. go send her some love, reblog her fics, and make her smile!! uwu she’s such a sweet person with an even sweeter personality. her fics are so cute, funny, and fascinating. pls pls pls, check out her most recent fic if you haven’t already “An Abundance of Mondays”. each fic is its own world and tale, with its own special traits and unique twists. i love her banners and her writing style very very much. i would give her flowers if i could.

-> an abundance of mondays; the spaces between; until the spring comes again

[bowieandqueen11]

Sweetheart / Barry Berkman Imagine

Request: Hi love, I was wondering if you could write a Barry x reader where he has to kill like an old crush (from high school idk) and he doesn't remember her but when he sees her he's like "damn I can't kill her she's pretty" Sorry for the spelling mistakes btw i love your blog❣️ 

Thank you so much darling! Also to the anon who asked about domestic Barry, I don’t have many at the go at the moment! <3

Warning: Strong language!!

Barry tumbles back out of the hedge, cursing silently into the night as he stumbles further down the path that winds around the neighbourhood like Dorothy’s yellow brick road.

Soon the shadows of the trees will blend into the blackness and their silhouettes against the sky will grow less pronounced. As the view disappears the sounds emerge as if the volume is being steadily turned upward. The breaking of a simple leaves or twigs becomes the focus of Barry’s attention, glancing upward to catch a glimpse of the moon before a dark cloud erases its silver rays and covers him in darkness once again. 

There was a gate of rough wood near the entrance to your house, and ivy cascading over the fence, growing tendrils in every direction like seeking fingers. The stone path was punctuated with weeds; moss than grass and was over shadowed by huge oak tree flowing its leaves down onto the dank and squishy ground, and on top of a flustered Barry’s head as he brushes them off. Clusters of defiant daffodils reared their golden heads amidst the gloom and there were smatters of fuchsia along side the scarlet and saffron hued primroses that he squishes under his feet, moving closer to the edge of his target’s property.

The gate was somewhat rickety; the hinges and nails had become rusted and the gate hung at a jaunty angle. It gave the impression that one good gust of wind could finish it off. Barry opened it and brought it to a soft, noiseless close behind him.

When at last he arrived at your kitchen window, climbing in once he jived open the lock, he nearly skidded against the floors of polished concrete and into the centre island, whispering a light ‘fuck’ as he throws his gun out of the way and reaches up to steady the three swaying lights, not noticing the dirty footprints he had left on the stone.

Hearing footsteps, Barry ducks behind the counter, squeezing his eyes closed in prayer that you hadn’t heard him, but not realising he was so tall that you could very obviously see the brown tufts of his hair floating above the grey top like tufts of grass.

‘Who the fuck are you!? What the fuck! Get the fuck out of my kitchen, asshole!’

His mark stepped out from the door way, eyes wild and crazy in shock, your pyjamas lumped around your arms as you grab a saucepan from the rack on the wall and raise it above your shoulder. The photograph given to him by Fuches hadn't done you justice at all. In his magnified eyes yours shone, and there was a genuine look of concern flashing across his face as you watched you jump lightly on the spot, screaming slightly in surprise when you spot his head whipping around the corner with a small frown.

What the fuck?

He wanted to reach out and touch yours lips, full and glossy even in the fading light of the evening. You had a kind of understated beauty, perhaps it was because you were so disarmingly unaware of your prettiness.

But he wasn’t. He had spent every day of high school looking at how brightly your skin glowed so, the beauty that lit your eyes and softened your features. When you had smiled and laughed in the hallways during lessons, Barry couldn't help but smile along too, even if it was just on the inside. To have been in your company was to feel that you too were someone, that you had been warmed in summer rays regardless of the season. It was the only memories from his childhood he wanted to remember.

‘...Y/n? Jesus fuck, hi. Hi-it’s Barry? Barry Berkman? We used to know each other in high school?’ 

He waved awkwardly, dropping the gun down onto his chest with a little ouch, before pulling the strap behind his back.

‘Yeah, hi Barry I remember you, but what the fuck are you doing in my house...with a gun...you know, TRYING TO KILL ME??’

At first there was silence. A misty haze upon the horizons of his mind as he stared into your eyes again; he could feel the hard painful lump in the back of his throat as the tears began to form. Slowly his breathing hallowed itself and a small but intense pain struck the top nerve in his head.

‘Fuck this’, he thinks, ‘and fuck Fuches too.’

He felt his cheeks flush hot, and his stomach grow heavy. My heart pounded in his throat, threatening to break out. 

‘Uh...if I say I came here to protect you from that dude-did you hear? That dude who, uh, killed that guy from the drama class? Would you believe me if I said...I was here to protect you?’   

‘No!’

[superman86to99]

Adventures of Superman #505 (October 1993)

REIGN OF THE SUPERMAN! The Reign is over, and Superman does what we’d all do after being dead for several weeks and coming back to life: no, not visiting your parents, making out with Lois Lane.

Or more than making out, since the next page starts with a caption that says “Later...” and lets us know that they both had to take a shower. (NOTE: Check Don Sparrow’s section below for artist Tom Grummett’s definitive take on what happened in that scene.)

Their post-resurrection bliss comes to a stop when they remember a little detail: Clark Kent is still presumed dead. How are they gonna explain his return without making the extremely smart residents of Metropolis suspect that Superman and the guy who looks like Superman but with glasses are actually the same person? Superman’s mind immediately goes into “wacky bullshit excuse” mode and he starts spitballing ideas, like claiming Clark lost his memory, or was carried by underwater currents, or was abducted by aliens. Honestly, I’m pretty sure that last one would work, since there have been THREE major alien invasions in the past few years, but Lois thinks no one would be dumb enough to fall for that sort of thing. Really, Lois? No one?

At this point, Superman picks up some supervillain activity with his super hearing, so he gets dressed and goes there (though it would have been pretty intimidating for the criminals if she’d shown up in that shower rug). A bank uptown has been taken over by Loophole, a S.T.A.R. Labs accountant who stole a gizmo that allows him to phase through walls. When Superman shows up to arrest him and his henchmen (are they all villainous accountants?), Loophole literally puts his first through Superman’s chest, instantly killing him. RIP Superman, again.

Nah, Supes just swats Loophole away and breaks the gizmo, causing him to get his crotch area stuck inside a vault door. Now he has to change his supervillain name to “DickVault”.

(I freaking love Maggie Sawyer, btw.)

After that, Superman goes to one of the areas trashed by his fight with Doomsday and helps clean up the junk that’s still laying around there. It’s then that he finally reunites with his best friend and most valued ally: Bibbo Bibbowski. (Jimmy Olsen’s there, too, unfortunately.)

Bibbo also introduces Superman to the dog he named in honor of his home planet, Krypto -- and it’s Krypto who provides the most significant moment in this issue. The little mutt starts barking at some debris from a destroyed building, leading Superman to examine it with his X-Ray vision and find some kids underneath.

Turns out the kids had been trapped there since the Doomsday fight, leading some random passerby (fine, Jimmy) to wonder if Clark could be stuck in a similar situation. Superman and Lois look at each other... giving Superman an idea and providing the premise for next week’s issue.

Character-Watch:

First appearance of Loophole (real name Deke Dickinson, C.P.A.), who would become a running joke in Karl Kesel’s Superman and Superboy comics. While his phasing powers are tech based, he also has the metahuman ability to somehow convince attractive women to be his girlfriends/henchwomen despite being a balding little dweeb. In this issue he’s dating a blonde named Sheila (who wears a mask, so maybe she’s actually hideous), but I’m pretty sure he had other girlfriends in future issues.

Plotline-Watch:

As I said... holy shit, five years ago: no one draws Supes coming back to Lois after an extended absence like Tom Grummett. This scene is almost a remake of the one from that issue when Superman comes back from his time traveling jaunt. There’s also a callback to Man of Steel #25, when Lois hears a tap on her window and thinks it’s Superman, but it’s just some dumb bird. This time she gets it the other way around:

Don Sparrow says: “There’s a cute visual callback to the last time Superman returned after a long absence on page 18, when Superman is reunited with Jimmy. It’s a near identical pose to Action #643, where Superman returned from exile in space (and in that moment, infected Jimmy with Eradicator-based space sickness, womp womp).” I think he’s instinctively throwing Jimmy up in the air, hoping the cold of space will kill him. Unfortunately, both murder attempts were unsuccessful.

As seen above, Maggie Sawyer wasn’t too convinced that “Fabio” here was Superman at first. That changes when he calls her “Captain” even though she was recently promoted to Inspector, and she’s like “only a dead man wouldn’t know all the precise ranks for the local authorities!”

The surviving non-Supermen are seen arriving at S.T.A.R. Labs for medical care after the Engine City showdown. Don again: “There are some mild continuity issues stemming from Superman #82, which perhaps wasn’t completely finished being drawn while Tom Grummett worked on this one, as Steel’s costume is almost entirely intact, when we last saw it a week ago, it was in tatters. Ditto the Eradicator, who was a wizened husk, and now is apparently a scorched Ivan Drago.” Let’s assume Supergirl worked her clothes-shifting magic on Steel’s armor and the Eradicator’s, uh, hair.

There’s a short scene where Superboy is visited by his reporter pal Tana Moon, who tells him she quit WGBS and is leaving Metropolis. Awww. Goodbye, Tana. Or should I say... aloha?

Meanwhile, Lex Luthor Jr. has a scene with Dr. Happersen where he says he intends to control or destroy anyone who wears the “S” symbol. Basically, if he can’t date them, they should be dead. He also instructs Happersen to help Cadmus’ Director Westfield get in contact with disgraced genetician Dabney Donovan. Get ready for a whole lot of clone-related shenanigans in the near future.

And now, more Don Sparrow-related shenanigans after the jump!

Art-Watch (by @donsparrow​):

This issue is another favourite of mine, but I suppose all these issues around the Death and Return are faves when I really think about it.  My copy of this issue had the holographic fireworks cover, and it’s a good one.  I like that Superman and the Daily Planet are in natural colour, rather than holograms.  The cover credit goes Karl Kesel, Tom Grummett and Doug Hazlewood, so I’m not sure what the breakdown was (or if that’s just a handwritten cover credit, just in case?

The story opens with one of my favourite sequences ever, with Lois waking up on her couch, having fallen asleep following the events in Coast City.  I love the detail as she opens the curtain, we see her engagement ring, indicating she knows her real fiancée has returned.  This sequence is followed up by two pages of splashes of the passionate reunion of the best couple in comics.  All beautifully rendered as they float, locked in a passionate, sunrise kiss.  Just lovely (so lovely that I am willing to overlook a small colouring error, as Lois has black hair instead of reddish brown for one panel).  [Max: I can confirm that they fixed that in the collections.]

What follows is a very cute scene, and one of some debate among Superman fans.  There’s no overt evidence of what happened, all we get is a cryptic caption reading “later…”.   Again, I give credit for the subtlety of the writers, as they depict this scene in a way that can be read either way:  maybe Clark and Lois made love, and the “later” we are seeing is afterglow, or maybe Lois had a shower since she just woke up after sleeping in her clothes. Then, after calling his parents while Lois showered, Clark had a shower himself.  I feel like today’s writers wouldn’t feel the need to be so subtle, and might lose the sweetness of this scene.  

In previous posts, I’ve talked about my friendship with artist Tom Grummett, and how as a boy, I would wear him out with all my dumb fanboy questions.  Once I got older, and our relationship became a little more collegial (just a little closer to collegial, since I in no way consider myself anywhere near his level of skill or success) I would really try not to geek out too much when we would visit.  But the one question I had to ask was about this scene, and what their intention, or interpretation of it was, as I was always curious.  Once I had explained to him which issue it was (the guy has drawn hundreds, so they might not all spring to mind immediately!) he admitted that his assumption was indeed that they had sex.  So there you have it!  [Max: Hot damn! Another Superman ‘86 to ‘99 exclusive, folks!]

However you wish to read this scene, the choreography, and facial expressions as they horse around is really sweet and fun, and such a nice, light tone compared to the do-or-die pace the books had been for the last two years or so.   Their easy joking, and back and forth banter really do a great job of showing them as a real couple.

It’s a very nice pose on Supergirl as she lifts off, simultaneously spurning Superboy’s romantic complaints.

I quite like the design on Loophole, and his gang.  Loophole himself kinda harkens back to the silver age villains of the Flash as Loophole has a unique hairline, is an older man, with a pretty average build, which was rare for villains in the 90s. His gimmick is pretty cool, too, though we immediately see its vulnerability.

The tearful reunion of the now-sober Bibbo and Superman is also a great moment—if anyone rose to the challenge of living up to Superman’s example in his absence, it was Bibbo.  I discuss the scene in more detail in the observations later, but the image of Superman whipping away the debris on page 20 is a great visual, with the dust clouds creating great motion and urgency.

On the whole, a great first issue for the return to the never-ending battle, even if it brings us closer to Grummett’s last issue on this title (for a while).

STRAY OBSERVATIONS:

Could Superman referring to the Death and Return storyline as a dream, while stepping out of the shower be a reference to Dallas, and their famous about-face after an unpopular season, where Bobby Ewing emerged from the shower, alive and well, dismissing a yearlong storyline as a dream?

A coy semi-reference to perhaps my favourite line in the first Reeve Superman film on page 8, where Supergirl says “Easy steel, we’ve got you, then later adding, “ok, you got me”.  

A little more issue-to-issue dissonance with Superboy reversing himself from the end of Superman #82, where he said clearly that Kal-El was Superman, with Superboy pointing out that legally, he’s Superman and not Kal. [Max: I think he’s talking strictly in the legal sense, since he helps Superman deal with the legal problem on the next issue and all.]

For all the times that Superman has used his heat vision on guns (as he does on page 11), we’ve never seen rounds get burned off, firing on their own because of the heat.  There might be an idea there.    

An odd sorta-cameo by Erik Larsen’s Savage Dragon, who Superman apparently defeats in the waterfront district. An eagle-eyed reader asked Larsen about it in issue #6 of Dragon’s own book, and he nixed any proper crossover rumours, saying it was just a shout-out from Larsen’s buddy Karl Kesel.  Eventually they’d meet in Superman/Savage Dragon: Chicago, a so-so crossover in 2002.

A slightly bawdy joke from one of the Loophole gang, on page 14, as the moll of Deke Dickson calls Loophole a “weiner”.  

GODWATCH: A stirring moment when Superman detects the faintest of life-signs, thanks to would-be super-pup, Krypto, and responds “God willing” when someone asks if anyone is alive in that wreckage.  The love and concern in Superman’s eyes when he says he’d “rather die” himself than let little ones perish is a tear-jerker moment for sure.  Bonus points for the cuteness of Superman heaping praise on Krypto, with the line “if that dog could fly, I’d put a cape on him…”

Question:  Does Jimmy know? He comes up with the solution to the Clark problem very conveniently.  Maybe he’s smarter than we (and by we, I mean Max) give him credit for? [Max: It was all Krypto! Okay, I’ll concede that maybe Jimmy is as smart as a dog.]

[okaypottah]

Hearts on Ice

happy early birthday, @ununquadius i love u and your fics w all my heart<3 (btw no angst, im sorry)

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Another cold gust of wind hitting his face made Draco shudder where he stood a few feet away from the edge of the now-frozen Black Lake. He pulled the sleeves of his green sweater over so that they were covering his frozen fingers and cursed himself for being in too much of a hurry to even think of grabbing something appropriate for the coldness of the December.

He looked at the sky, dotted with stars and just the moon casting a glow to his surroundings, not a single cloud. He sighed, what a perfect night, then scowled, if only he wasn't freezing his arse off.

He shoved his hand in his pajama pocket and took out the neatly folded parchment, a number of creases already formed because of the number of times he'd opened and closed it in the last six hours that he'd got it.

Meet me at the Lake at 9? :) - H

Draco was pretty sure it'd been way past 9 since he'd arrived like an hour (more like, fifteen minutes) ago, but the brown-haired prat was nowhere to be seen. He scowled again, shoving it in his pocket, carelessly but not that much that it'd tear because of course he's not so infatuated with his enemy-turned-friend-turned-to-something-more shut up pansy.

Still.

Draco was out, past curfew, mind you (not that any of it applies to the eight years, but still), wandless (how utterly convenient) freezing his butt off and Draco was gonna leave if he doesn't show up in five.

Four. Three. Two--

"Hey." The whisper was followed by arms wrapping around him from behind, and Draco went rigid before realizing the familiarity of the touch and practically melting against the warm chest pressed to his back.

"Potter," he breathes out, before whirling around and jabbing a finger on the said person's chest. Narrowed grey eyes met wide green ones and Draco falters for a second because green before saying, "Where the hell were you? I was almost sure you left me here to die of hypothermia!"

Harry- yes, it's been that for a while- made a face, before chuckling, "Aw, I find you too pretty to let you die." Draco sputtered, still not used to Harry throwing random compliments around although there'd been more than a handful in the mere two weeks they'd been together.

Face flushing, Draco instead questioned, "Where were you, Potter? There better be a damn good reason for why I'm out here freezing my arse off past curfew. And it better not involve snogging behind my back."

Harry laughed, hands finding home around the blond's waist before he leaned forward, pressing their lips together. Draco's hand rested on Harry's forearms, eyes closed as he just feels, and then there's no cold just the happily welcomed warmth, in and around him and when they finally parted, a content sigh escaped his lips.

He could feel Harry press their foreheads together, could feel his warm breath on his face as he whispered, "Trust me, Draco, there's no one else I'd be snogging than you."

Draco just hummed, inwardly admitting the statement to be true for his end also, and let out a yelp, jerking back, when Harry's hands moved passed the soft material of his sweater and pressed against the bare skin of his hips.

Not because he's never been touched there before (oh they've done a lot more than just touch) but because his hands were freaking freezing.

"Why are your hands so bloody cold?!" Draco did not squeak, instead he glared at the brunette who was blinking owlishly, looking at his hands and then at the blond.

Then he rolles his eyes. "Oh come on, Draco. They're just a little bit --"

"A little bit," Draco repeated, an incredulous expression on his face, "We're gonna get sick if we stay out. Speaking of which, what are we even doing here?"

That seemed to remind Harry of something because his eyebrows shot up and he grinned, before reaching behind him and out of seemingly nowhere, pulling out a pair od what looked like-

"What .. What are those?" Draco stared at the pair of what looked like shoes-but-not-really blankly before looking up to Harry, who was positively beaming.

"These," he held them forward, "are skates."

Draco continued staring. Harry rolled his eyes before gesturing to the frozen lake beside them.

"We're going ice-skating, Draco."

He was smiling, one corner of his lips rising above the other and Draco barely registered the words.

"Wait. Ice-skating?" Draco made a face. "I've never iced-skate-- ice-skated before!"

Harry's smile, if possible, widened. "Really? One more thing I'm better at than you."

"Oh, excuse you. I could kick your ass at it. You can't possibly be that good." Another blow of wind made him shiver. "Um. On second thoughts. Maybe some other day, when we're not freezing our butts off?"

He flashed a charming smile at Harry, who frowned. "Freezing? You didn't cast Heating Charms?"

"Left wand at the dorms." At the look on Harry's face, he added with a glare, "All because someone asked me to meet them down here at, what was it, nine when they themselves showed up at like, ten o'clock. Talk about tardiness."

Harry snorted. "It was seventeen past nine when I left the common room. You waited for like fifteen minutes, max. Always the overdramatic, Draco Malfoy." Before Draco could say anything, Harry waved his hand and warmth enveloped him, making him sigh.

"Always the showoff, Potty." He said in a sing-song voice before yawning. "Merlin, I could fall asleep right here."

"Nu-uh. You can sleep later." He leaned forward, a wicked grin on his face, "Because first, I'm gonna kick your ass."

"Like hell you are, Potter." Another yawn. "Why waste time on kicking my ass when we could be doing much more fun things with it?" He smirked, waggling his brows at Harry who just rolled his eyes.

"Scared, Malfoy?" He asked, a knowing look in his eyes. Draco's eyes widened a fraction, mind picking up on the hint.

"You wish." He took a step forward and grabbing at one of the two pairs of skates in Harry's arms and sitting down on the snowy grass, "I'm gonna be better than you, you just see."

"Do you even know how to put them on?" Harry doubled over, laughing when Draco glared at him. He knelt over, so he was directly in front of the blonde and began to slip them on.

It took a few minutes ("That's too tight!" "I won't be able to feel my legs after this." "I've got Quidditch first thing tomorrow don't you dare mess it up Pot-") and then just one more as Harry put on his own while Draco looked at his foot, both covered in black skates like Harry's own. Are those knives ..?

Slowly, spreading out his hands for balance, Harry got to his feet and held out a hand for Draco to hold. Draco stared at it.

"I'm gonna fall." He stated.

Harry shook his head. "No, you won't."

"Yes, I will." Draco said, "What even- Who puts knives on shoes? It's almost as if they want you to fall. And die, probably. That seems to be your plan for tonight after all."

"Draco."

"No." He crossed his arms, staring straight ahead which happend to be Harry's thighs. Hm, not a bad view.

"Draco." Draco stayed silent for a moment before looking up. Harry was staring down at him, brown hair tousled from the wind and intense green eyes focused only on him.

Draco sighed, making an annoyed noise before taking the outstretched palm and allowing himself to be pulled up. His feet felt uncomfortable and he almost slipped when he took one step towards the Lake. "I told you."

Harry's hand found the small of his back. "You're not gonna fall." He said in a deciding tone, as if no force in the world could make Draco fall now just because Harry said so. "But if you did, I'll catch you."

Draco shut his eyes, wiling himself to reply something equally sweet but he's never been a man of words mostly relying on his actions to convey what he means to say. So he grabs onto Harry's bicep and takes another step towards the frozen surface saying, "Sounds a bit contradicting, doesn't it, Potter? Not letting me fall, letting me fall."

His statement ended in another not-squeak when his foot practically glided over the smooth surface and he latched onto Harry as if holding for dear life. "Oh, God, I'm gonna die."

"Oh, shush." He gently pried Draco's hands off him, and slid back, before grinning,"Now, watch."

Draco nodded dumbly and Harry paused for a second before skating a few feet away from him, before increasing his pace such that he was a blur of black zig-zagging through the white of the snow. It made worry clench at his heart oh my god he's gonna fall but once it became clear he wasn't going to fall, Draco's jaw dropped in surprise.

He watched as Harry circled him, craning his neck to watch him because he was pretty sure he would fall if he moved despite Harry's claims.

Harry was grinning, seemingly satisfied with himself and Draco's reaction, and came to a stop right in front of the blonde.

"Wanna dance?" He held out his hand, bowing slightly as if actually asking for a dance. Despite himself, Draco slipped his hand into Harry's, snorting.

"Dance. Pfft. I'll be happy if I can get more than three feet on this." Draco's other hand was in Harry's too and he looked almost panicked when Harry began sliding back, pulling him along. "H-Potter."

"Just trust me, okay?" Quite instinctively, Draco clutched his hands tighter.

"Always." He whispered, drowned out by the wind they couldn't feel the impact of.

After about an hour of just moving around the Lake, Draco was finally able to move on his own although he didn't move very fast. Harry, on the other hand, was surprisingly good, or atleast better than the Slytherin but he didn't know complex moves.

When they collapsed on the soft grass, cheeks and nose red, he all but slumped against Harry, who let out a chuckle and wrapped an arm around his shoulder.

Draco snuggled further into his side, heart swelling up when he felt Harry press a kiss to his temple. "We should head back." He heard Harry say but the fingers stroking his hair made his eyes droop. "Draco, love, eighth years or no, I doubt Headmistress McGonagall is gonna go easy on us."

"Mhm, whatever." Reluctantly, he sat up, watching as Harry stood up and dusting some snow from his pants before pulling Draco up as well.

Just as he did, he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around the brunette's torso, face pressed against the Gryffindor's chest before saying in a rush.

"IthinkIlikeyouPotter."

There's a pause. And then, "Draco, I speak Parseltongue not Troll."

With narrowed eyes, Draco pulled back and turned away, huffing when he caught the smile on Harry's face. "Could you repeat that?"

"Prat." He muttered, before taking a deep breath and squeezing his eyes shut. "I really like you, P- Harry."

Maybe it's the admitting, but Draco felt nervous. They'd been with each other for only two weeks or so, after the Truth or Dare in the Eighth Year common room. What if it's too early?

Silence. And then the sharp exhale of breath before there's a hand on his cheek and warm lips pressed against his with so much urgency and desperation it knocked the breath out of his lungs.

When they broke apart, Draco just looked at him; the moonlight made Harry's face practically glow. His lips were parted and red and as he looked into those green, green eyes of his, Draco knew in a heartbeat that he'd never seen eyes more beautiful.

Then he spoke.

"I really like you too, Draco."

And Draco had never felt more whole.

[skeletaldarling]

Full of life and Full of Love 1

A lot of people seemed to like this post right here, I really do too so I'm gonna continue it. (Btw, the title is a lyric from Little Talks by Of Monsters and Men)

@sidespromptblog this hc is still genius, good job 

@creativity-killed-thekitten, you liked it last time and I’m bored so I thought I’d continue it,,, I hope you like it

Let me know if you have tips or advice or anything! I want to improve!

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3 

Chapter 4 

Summary: Patton and Logan are finally going on their first official date tonight and smol Dee is an adorable Dee. 

Ship: Logicality, platonic analogical, platonic loceit, mentioned remile

Word count: 1 718 

Warnings: Sympathetic deceit, mentioned homophobia, idk, feel free to tell me if I missed something!

Logan quietly opened the door to Dee's room and padded over to the crib that sat against the wall. The yellow and black quilts were pushed to one side and the almost-one year old was lying with his favourite snake toy.

"Hello little one." Logan murmured as he reached into the bed to lift his son into his arms. "How was your nap?"

Dee yawned and blinked slowly. Logan kissed their head as he grabbed 'Mr Snek' and flipped the nightlight off.

Logan kept the toddler distracted for about an hour before he made dinner. Dee loved experimenting with his set of rainbow blocks, he stacked them in size order and admired his work with a series of proud babbling sounds before knocking them over and giggling. Logan laughed with him and scooped him into his lap to tickle his tummy until he was bright red. 

Dee cooed as he was set in his highchair. “Dada! Mr Snek!” He called gleefully. 

Logan chuckled and passed the plush snake to him. While the toddler played with Mr Snek, Logan started dinner. He had a date with Patton Hart at seven and wanted to feed Dee by then so he could go to sleep and Virgil wouldn’t have to do much when he babysat. 

Logan checked the time and mapped out a rough plan in his head while he prepared canned spaghetti on toast, Dee did not appreciate fancy food, his taste was basic and he didn’t like to venture outside his comfort zone. 

Logan turned back to the toddler as he babbled at the yellow snake. “Hey Dee-dee.” 

Dee looked up and broke into a grin, his birth mark almost looked like a patch on a cat’s face. He reached up and Mr Snek fell from his weak grip, “Snek!” He yelped, he looked up at his Dad with fearful eyes, he sniffled and his bottom lip quivered. 

“No no no!” Logan picked it up and handed it back to the upset toddler. “See? There we go baby, it’s okay.”

Dee hugged the plush and started chewing on it immediately. 

“Come on little one, let’s have some food first.”

Dee sniffed and ate some food with a grouchy expression. Logan chuckled at his wrinkled nose and kissed his forehead. “Come on Dee, a little bit more, if I didn’t think pretending eating utensils were vehicles was pointless I might tell you that this fork was a airplane, but I’m not going to do that so will you please just take a bite?”

Dee scowled but took a small bite. 

“Thank you honey-dee.” Logan smiled. “Dad’s gotta get ready now, can you sit quietly with Snek for a bit?” 

Dee wrinkled his nose again and hissed slightly. 

Logan snorted. “You’ve got quite the attitude for someone so little.” 

He picked him up, ensuring that Dee still had a firm grip on Snek, and carried him to his bedroom. 

Dee was sitting in the middle of his dad’s bed, slobbering all over Mr Snek while Dad changed into a blue shirt and a black skirt that reached past his knees. “What do you think Dee?”

“Dada!”

“Thanks baby, docs or flats?” 

Dee poked his tongue out and blew a raspberry. 

“You -” Logan booped his nose, “- are a fashion genius, thanks honey-dee.”

He tugged his boots on and ran a hand through his hair, which, thankfully, he had remembered to wash. 

It was 6:48. “Okay Dee, Virgil’s supposed to get here soon, are you gonna be nice and not difficult?”

Dee giggled and Logan let out a sigh. “You, my little snake, are mischievous.”

Logan carried him out to the living room so he could set him down in the center of his toys. “Honey, play -”

He was cut off by the doorbell. 

“Don’t move.” Logan teased. 

Dee blew him a raspberry as he opened the door, Logan shot him a look over his shoulder and grinned. 

“Hello Virgil.”

The seventeen year old gave him a lazy peace sign and stepped inside, he was wearing his usual hoodie and his violet hair was pulled back in a small ponytail. “Hi Lo.”

“Hmm, you didn’t have to be invited inside, and I was so sure you were a vampire.”

“Ha ha, you’re hilarious.” Virgil said dryly. 

Logan smirked. “Dee’s over there.”

Virgil headed over to the toddler and picked him up. “Hey bud. Whatcha doin’?”

Logan smiled at them. He taught English to highschoolers and Virgil was one of his students. He was the best writer Logan had ever taught and after the teacher had defended him from some homophobic punks, they formed a friendship. Virgil was his number one babysitter and adored Dee as if they were siblings. Virgil was almost a second child to Logan at this point, his own parents weren’t so great and Logan would happily have him over, even if it was just to do some homework and relax. 

Virgil sat on the couch with the toddler in his lap. “So, you have a date?”

“Yes, and before you start asking questions, his name is Patton Hart, he works at Remy’s cafe, that’s where we met the other day.”

“Is he cute?”

“Virgil.”

“Well?”

Logan groaned. “I don’t have to answer, I’m your teacher.”

Virgil waved him off. “You love me.”

Logan rolled his eyes fondly and checked his eyeliner in the mirror. “How do I look? I asked Dee and he gave me some great advice.”

“Was it Dada or Snek?” Virgil asked. “But you look really good, I like the boots.”

“Of course you do.” 

The doorbell rang and Virgil smirked. “Your date’s here.”

“Shut up.” Logan stroked Dee’s hair and walked over to open the door. “Hi Patton.”

“Hey Lo!” Patton greeted. 

Logan stepped aside. “Come in for a moment, I’m just gonna grab my stuff. This is Virgil by the way, he’s watching Dee while we’re out.”

Virgil waved. “Hey.”

“Hello, hi Dee!” Patton came over to sit next to them. 

“I like your dress.” Virgil said as he played with Dee’s hair. 

“Oh thank you!” Patton was wearing a light blue dress, long sleeved with a thin gold belt and a sleeveless denim jacket that went with his white knee length cat socks. 

Logan reappeared with a navy shoulder bag. He knelt in front of Virgil and stroked his son’s cheek. “I’ll be back after bedtime, okay? I’ll see you tomorrow morning, be nice to Virge for me. Love you honey-dee.” He kissed Dee’s forehead and squeezed his shoulder lightly. “Thanks Vee, we’ll be back by 10 but I’ll message you if our plans change, just put him to bed in twenty minutes. Keep in contact, you know the rules.”

“I know, have fun.”

“Bye, let’s go Patton.”

Patton stood and waved at Dee. “Bye guys.”

Logan led him out and waved to Virgil. 

“You look adorable.” Logan admitted as they walked down the street. 

Patton beamed. “Thanks! You look really nice too, I like the pins.”

Logan glanced down at his bag where the small collection of badges were. A rainbow, a brain, a moon and stars and a cloud that read I’m not sorry for your fragile masculinity. 

Patton linked their hands, and a blush spread across Logan’s cheeks. 

“So, are you going to tell me where we’re going?” Patton asked. 

“Not yet, we’re getting food to take to a surprise location.” Logan said as they turned a corner. 

“And we’re walking?” 

“It’s not far. I always liked this time of day, almost dark, everything seems calmer and more relaxed, I enjoy walking around here.”

Patton nodded. “That makes sense, it is pretty around here. I love the clouds, they’re beautiful.”

Logan looked up at the pink tinged sky, covered in smudges of orange and gold. “Yes, I suppose they are.”

Patton looked at him and smiled. God, his eyes were a fascinating blue, he was truly the cutest man Logan had ever seen. He smiled back and they kept walking, swinging their intertwined hands slightly. 

“Here we are.” Logan announced. “They make the best burgers here.” 

Patton looked down. “Um, I’m vegetarian.”

“That’s okay, I come here all the time with Remy and his boyfriend, Emile, he’s a vegetarian too and he absolutely loves their veggie burgers. They also have great fries.”

Patton’s bright smile returned. “Cool!”

They ordered their food to-go and walked out again. 

“It’s not far, I promise.” Logan said as he guided Patton along the path. 

They soon reached the place Logan was taking them, a park. 

“It doesn’t seem like much but, this place is pretty and it’s fun and I really love bringing Dee here to lie on the grass and watch the sky.”

“Wow, Lo, this is actually really pretty.”

Logan led him over to a grassy spot by the playground and they sat. No one else was here, they had the place to themselves to eat and laugh and talk. Patton loved the burger, he loved the park, he loved the neighborhood, he was cheerful and bubbly and Logan found himself flustered and blushing every time Patton giggled or smiled. He was a waiter at Remy’s cafe, he loved working there, he really liked Remy and Emile and thought it was really cool that Remy and Logan were brothers. 

Patton watched Logan talk about his job as a teacher, how talented Virgil was as a writer and how much he loved his son. He could talk about Dee for days and Patton could happily watch him. 

“It’s almost 10.” Patton sighed, they were lying together on the grass watching the sky darken while holding hands. “Maybe we should go.”

“Probably, I really liked this though.” Logan said as he stood and stuffed their rubbish into his bag. “I’d love to do it again.”

“Absolutely! I love spending time with you.” Patton said, an adorable blush spreading under his freckles. 

“I’m glad.” Logan murmured as they walked home again. 

They reached Patton’s car and he stopped walking, he turned to Logan, his pale face glowing in the moonlight. “I should go, I really loved spending time with you Lo.”

“I feel the same way, Pat.”

They smiled and leaned forward to close the gap. When they pulled away, Logan was speechless. 

Patton giggled softly. “Goodnight Logan Croft.”

“Goodnight Patton Hart.” Logan whispered as the smaller man climbed into his car and drove away. 

[meredith-alexandra-jane-blog]

My Immortal: Beauty and the Beast Version Chapter 4

Chapter 4:

Summary:

Things get even stranger. (Warning: character death.)

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Beasty Adam and I ran up the stairs looking for Clocksworth. We were so scared.

"Clocksworth! Clocksworth!" we both yelled. Clock came there.

"What is it that you want now you despicable snobs?" he asked angrily.

"Volsebeast has Gaston!" we shouted at the same time.

He laughed in an evil voice.

"No! Don't! We need to save Gaston!" we begged.

"No." he said meanly. "I don't give a darn what happens to Gaston. Not after how much he misbehaved in the castle especially with YOU LeFou." he said while he frowned looking at me. "Besides I never liked him much anyway." then he walked away. Beasty Adam started crying. "My Gaston!" he moaned. (AN: don't u fik gay guys r lik so hot!)

"It's okay!" I tried to tell him but that didn't stop him. He started to cry tears of blood. Then he had a brainstorm. "I had an idea!" he exclaimed.

"What?" I asked him.

"You'll see." He took out his wand and did a spell. Then... suddenly we were in Voldebreast's lair!

We ran in with our wands out just as we heard a croon voice say, "Avadre Q'uedarve!"

It was...Voldebeast!

WARNING: SUM OF DIS CHAPTA IS XTREMLY SCRAY. VIOWER EXCRETION ADVISED.

We ran to where Volcebeast was. It turned out that Voldebeast wasn't there.

Instead it was...STANLEY!

Except only he wasn't a Prep anymoar! Stanley loved me so much he was trying to turn to the right side witch is da DARK SIDE. He called himself Stanley Snaketail.

He was dressed all Goffic with a black corset with laces and red lace and black leather miniskirt and black high heel boots. He still wore his hair like Jean Travolta and in those curls but he had pale white foundation and black lipstick and eyeliner and skull earrings and snake tattoos (probly fake) he got from Madame de Goffik Garderoble, dammit! POSER! I was so angrey!

And he was hurting my GASTON!

Gaston was there crying tears of blood! Stanly was torturing him! Beasty and I ran in front of Stanley Snaketail.

"Rid my sight you despicable preps!" he said as we started shooting him with the gun he Then suddenly he looked at me and he fell down with a lovey-dovey look in his eyes.

"." he said. (he is 4 years yunger than me so hes not a pedofile ok)

"Huh?" I asked. "Lefou I love you will you have sex with me?" asked Stanley Snaketail. I started laughing crudely.

"What the frck? You torture my bf and then you expect me to fck you? Mon Dieu you're so fcked up you fcking bastard."

Then I looked up and saw...A FULL MOON.

That means it was tim fro me to transform! I transformd into a 5 foot 5 inch tall Werewolf with sparkling sharp fangz. Then with no self control and my conshence suppressed by my evil Werewolf mode, I jumped on Stanley Snaketail and bit him in the heart. Blood pored out of it like a fountain.

"Noooooooo!" he screamed. He started screaming and running around. Then he fell down and died.

Then I transformed back into my human self and saw that I murdered Stanley Snaketail. The full moon was hid behind clouds now. I brust into tears sadly.

{You see, even tho Stanley used to be a fckn prep, I still was attracted to him and liked him kinda. I even tolerated wen he played awful prep music on the radio back in Villaineuve in the tavern. Like Maroon Cinq, Bruno DeMars, Meghan LeTrainor, and especially the Grease soundtrack which he always sung.}

But I had to choose between him and Gaston. I still wanted to cry depressed tears tho.

"Stanley Snaketail what art thou doing?" called Voldebeast. Then... he started coming! We could hear his high heels clacking to us. So we got on our candlesticks and flew back to Beasty's castle. We went to my room. Beasty went away. There I started crying.

"What's wrong, honey?" asked Gaston taking off his clothes so we could screw. He had a sex-pack (geddit cause he's so sexah) and a really huge you-know-what and everything.

"It's so unfair!" I yielded. "Why can't I just be ugly or plain like all da other boys and girls and preps here except for B'loddy Belle and Beasty, they're not ugly or anything."

{The Real Author's Note: WTF does this have to do with the fact he just murdered someone? It is so hard to keep to the script. Crying tearz of blood. Please flam dis so that I don't have to continue warping my favorite Disney characters.}

"Why would you wanna be ugly? I don't like the preps anyway. They are such fcking sluts." answered Gaston.

"Yeah but everyone who is Ghey or Bye is in love with me! Like Clock and Loomiere took a video of me naked. Chapueau says he's in love with me. Beasty likes me and even Stanley Snaketail was in love with me and I murdered him! I just wanna be with you ok Gaston! Why couldn't Seten make me less beautiful?" I shouted angrily.

(an don't wory lefou isn't a snob or anyfing but a lot of ppl have told him he's pretty and cute. Even tho he's a little over weight he ain't no size 2 but he can shake it-shake it like that preppy bimbette Meghan LeTrainor sing.)

"Im good at too many things! WHY CAN'T I JUST BE NORMAL? IT'S A FRAKING CURSE!" I shouted and then I ran away.

{REAL Author again: Don't worry, LeFou. If 'Seten' won't make you unattractive, the 1991 Walt Disney Animation Studios will. ;) }

AN: stup flaming ok! btw u suk frum no on evry tm sum1 flams me im gonna slit mah ristsz! fangs 2 raven 4 hlpein!

"LeFou! LeFou!" shouted Gaston sadly. "No, please come back!"

But I was too mad.

"Whatever! Now you can go an have sex with Beasty!" I shouted. I stormed into my room and closed my black door with my blood-red key. It had a picture of M'arilyn L'Maison on it. He looked so sexy in a way that reminded me of Gaston and Beastly. I started to cry and weep. I took a razor and started to slit my wrists. I drank the blood all depressed. (sorry Real Author.) Then I looked at my GC watch and noticed it was time to go to B'loody Belle's Reading class.

I put on a short ripped black gothic vest that said Le Anarchy on the front in blood red letters and was all ripped and had a spiky belt. Below that I put on ripped black fishnets and boots that said Gaston all over them in blood red letters. No pants just fishnets. I put my ebony black hair out. Anyway I went downstairs to the big Library feeling all sad and depressed as usual. I did some advanced Steakspear literary work (cuz I am no longer illeterate fangz to B'loody Belle) I doodled pictures with gothic ink on my parchment. I was turning a bloody pentagram into a black guitar. Suddenly the guitar turned into Gaston!

"LeFou I love you!" he shouted sadly. "I don't care what those preps and posers fink. U da most beautiful Ghey boy in da Disney Worl. Before I met you I wanted to commit suicide all the time. Now I just wanna be with you all the fcking time. I fcking love you." Then... he started to sing "Da Chronicles of La Vie et Mort" (we considered it our song cuz we fell in love when Jacques was singing it) right in front of the entire Library! His singing voice was so amazing and gothic and sexxy like a cross between Gerard, Jacques, Chester, Pierre, M'arilyn L'Maison, and specially Luke Evans (AN: don u fink dos guyz r so hot. If u dnot no who dey r thn get da fk out od hr!)

"OMFG!" I said after he was finished. Some frcking preps in the Library stared at us but I just stuck up my middle fingers (that were covered in black nail polish and were entwined with Gaston's now) at them. And I yelled "IT'S NEVER GONNA HAPPEN U FRKING POSERS!" so loud that the top books from the 300th shelf of the Library fell down.

Plumette that feather lady screamed. Her bf Loomiere (always a perv) laughed in the French way like 'hon hon hon!' and Plumette slapped him with her feather. They are preps but I tink they can be converted someday specially Plumette if she change her white feathers to black like Raven.

Anyway, Gaston.

"I love you" I said and then we started to kiss just like Hillary Derriere (I fkn h8 dat bich) and CML in a Cinderella Story. Then we went away holding hands. Loomiere shouted 'hon hon hon' at us and everyone was clapping because how sexy we looked 2gether. Then I saw a poster saying that MCL would have a concert in Porcs-Hydromel right then. We looked at each other all shocked and then we went 2gether.

[concave-asscheeks]

sunflower, journal, waterfalls, freckles, blushing, clouds, and mocktails!

- sunflower: if there was a door that went to a city that was a good representation of you, what city would it be and would you go through the door?

oo difficult… im small and overall pretty calm and that sounds like a tiny town to me? im not sure… but im actually more of a big city person! i feel like i might go through the door to wander around for a bit if i could go back after a while haha

- journal: would you dye your hair if you had the opportunity? why or why not?

yea absolutely!!! im actually planning on getting it dyed gray soon, im just growing it out to be a lil longer first bc then my mom will pay for it lmao

- waterfalls: describe your perfect date.

something chill probably…. like staying home and watching movies that were big 2yrs ago and then pausing it every 2 minutes to make dumb comments about the plot/dialogue while munching on snacks…. id definitely like to go to a big aquarium and point at fish if im a lil more energetic tho i love fish

- freckles: what’s something that makes you happy? describe the first thing that comes to your head.

pretty colors…. i fuckin love looking at pretty colors its so good!! looking at pretty art is sweet as well… and making art is real nice too!!

- blushing: describe a rad person you know.

ok well….they have cool hair and are very nice yet also a major asshole and good at art and keep sending me stupid ditty videos

- clouds: list your top 5 songs at the moment and how they make you feel.

ohhh boy thats difficult!! im not a musical person and i dont really have a top 5 so ill just list some songs i like in no particular order and try to describe why i like em

ascension ft. vince staples by gorillaz - god its so catchy i can listen to this on repeat for hours it gets me pumped up to do things when im hestitating / procrastinating on stuff

dividual heart by satellite young - this one is so funky it makes me wanna take my bicycle and ride around town at 2am and wear high waisted clothing items

fly me to the moon by claire littley - the original is great but this cover is my fav its so soothing!!! i listen to this one when i cant sleep and i also sing it when i shower

shake that brass ft. taeyeon by amber - i love this one so much? its catchy and fun and i just… i love amber liu a lot!!! she inspired me to cut my hair short and that really helped me come to terms w my gender identity and stuff

parade by susumu hirasawa - this one is so ominous and a lil chaotic and it makes me feel…..things………in a good way!! idk how to describe it its like fear of the unknown but also like… being in awe of how big and incomprehensible the universe is idk but i love it (i still gotta watch paprika btw lmao ill find time to do it soon)

(i already mentioned five but i still gotta mention wonderland: round three by griffin mcelroy because its such a jam? its amazing. i adore it. griffin’s music for taz is just amazing in general)

(also louie zong makes real good tunes and i cant choose a fav from his stuff so just check all of it out over here!)

- mocktails: cold weather or hot weather?

i used to be a cold weather person but now im all about hot weather!!! its better for my skin and i dont have to drag heavy jackets around and i love sunshine and being able to wear light clothes and having to shower every day (its refreshing and it helps me go “might as well brush my teeth/scrub my face etc. while im at it” and that just helps me feel fresher overall)

thank you for asking!!!

[best-friends-rps]

Element Kings AU

{Element Kings AU, cuz I've been reading and watching fan stuff that really inspired this, it will be sad in parts, please don't hate me, btw everyone has magic in this}

DW: *the sun king, dressed in bright finery, with a special glow to him, as in, he literally eminates light from his body, and can control how bright or dim it is, the brightness can also be affected by his mood* {you can decide specifics for DW}

SPN: *the moon king, pale, with icy blue eyes, wearing a simple black pair of pants, black shoes, and a simple loose black shirt, wings black as night and dotted with stars slightly, the stars increasing in frequency as they get closer to his wing tips, the tips being nearly completely bright with starlight, has a set of dark horns on his head as well, his teeth slightly pointed, and his tongue split like a snake's, a few stars even scattered through his hair, with more stars dotting his body like glimmering freckles*

HT: *the earth queen, always dressed in colors that reflect the current season, hair long flowing and red, always having in-season flowers weaved throughout it, skin changing shade slightly according to each season, but always has a dusting of freckles all over*

MLP: *the animal king, I don't have any ideas for his appearance*

CP: *the monster king, also no ideas for him*

HS, Nyo, SH, etc.: *no ideas at all, please halp*

*they all live in castles befitting their styles/domains, DW and SPN love each other and are a couple, despite their differences, HT is their close friend, slowly becoming especially close with SPN, possibility of making SPN be in a poly relationship by being with both DW and HT, haven't decided that yet*

SPN: *smiling tiredly, walking hand in hand with DW, getting ready to turn in for the day as it's sunrise, the walk being their little tradition when it comes time for the transitions between night and day, when one raises their domain, and the other sets theirs, DW walking SPN to SPN's castle, kisses DW on the cheek tiredly*

DW: go rest love *gives him a kiss*

SPN: smiling tiredly, holding his hand, wings wrapped around himself like a cape, to try to keep warm, hates the cold but he eminates cold, so he's always struggling to keep warm, like he prefers, sweetly asking* walk me to my bedchambers..? {I forgot to mention that DW also eminates heat}

DW: *nods, smiles gently* yes, of course love

SPN: *smiling tiredly, holding hands, snuggles into him, obviously loving the warmth, walks to his castle, and up to his bedroom, all the windows in the castle having blackout curtains pulled closed for the coming morning, his bedroom having a large round plush bed covered in pillows and blankets, with a privacy curtain canopy hanging from the ceiling around the bed, the curtain being a midnight blue, with stars scattered all over it, to mimic the night sky, crawling into bed, SPN doesn't bother to change clothes, getting under the covers, sinking into the soft pillows, waiting for DW to tuck him in like DW usually does when he comes here with SPN to put him to sleep*

DW: *tucks him in, gives him one more kiss* I'll see you soon love

SPN: *smiling tiredly, cozy, nods, mumbling* I love you my sunshine..~ *before his eyes drift closed, and he falls asleep as the moon finishes setting*

DW: *walks off*

SPN: *glowing softly in the darkness of his room, like the moon against the night sky, sleeping peacefully* *~A few days later~* SPN: *with DW in DW's room, just before sunset, snuggling with him* hey, sunshine..? I'll always protect you, so sleep well. I know you've been worrying about something lately...*doesn't know that DW is worried SPN hasn't been worrying about himself enough*

DW: Love.. I'm alright *yawns* you worry about yourself

SPN: *snuggling, sighs*...sunshine, I just want to protect you...there are so many vile beasts who might try to harm you if I'm not here to stop them...

DW: but you've been worrying too much, I've been fine before..

SPN: *snuggling* I know, but...I don't want to risk anything...I love you sunshine...more than words can express...

DW: as do I you, but you should still take time for yourself *yawns some more*

SPN: *snuggling* but sunshine...

DW: *starts to drift off to sleep* no 'buts' my love...

SPN: *snuggling*...*sigh*...I love you my sunshine...sleep well...

DW: ...love you too...*falls asleep*

SPN: *kisses him on the lips, then leaves* *~Timeskip~* *It's time for the sun to start rising, so DW is just waking up* SPN: *isn't there, but is usually always there to greet DW when he wakes up, the moon not looking right in the sky out of DW's windows, giving DW a bad feeling*

DW: *gets worried, rushes over to SPN's castle*

SPN: *signs of a struggle all over, lying on the floor of his throneroom, not moving, in a pool of his own star-dusted blood, barely glowing in the dark, even though that's usually when he shines brightest, the glow being there at all a good sign at least, since it means he's not dead yet, but not for long if nothing is done*

DW: *rushes over, checks for all the wounds, really worried*

SPN: *obviously passed out from bloodloss, eyes wide and glassy, but breathing slightly, having multiple stab wounds, obviously had to be from one of the rulers of one of the other domains, since normal mortal weapons can't harm a domain god/ruler, can still be saved*

DW: *patches him up the best he can, pretty pissed off*

SPN: *shivering painfully in his sleep, obviously needing warmth, he obviously isn't in any shape to lower the moon, which is extremely dim now, due to the shape SPN is in, so DW's gonna have to force the moon down himself, a measure that's only supposed to be used in dire situations, like this one*

DW: *does that*

SPN: *really shouldn't be left alone for long in this state, it might be best if DW took him to DW's castle with him while sorting this all out, his castle being fairly close by anyway, meaning it won't be too hard to bring SPN there*

DW: *tucks SPN into his bed when he gets SPN to his house, sots down, on the bed*

SPN: *unconscious, looking pained, far from a peaceful sleep, subconsciously moving towards the heat eminating from DW*

  DW: *lays down with him*

SPN: *settles down a little, still shivering a bit though, snuggles into DW's warmth, still in pain, but not freezing anymore at least*

DW: *wraps a blanket around him and himself, strokes his hair*

SPN: *snuggles into it, burying himself into DW*...

DW: *grabs a book from his bedside and starts reading* *timeskip*

*it's still a little while before sunset* SPN: *wakes up, out of it, looking around in a daze, starting to wheeze as he obviously has at least some damage to his respiratory system, weakly tries to grab DW's arm to get his attention*

DW: *looks over at him, sits up properly, worried* are you ok love...?

SPN: *out of it, groggy, wheezing, wheezes out* y-you..s-safe..? w-why's I...why I h-hurt..?

DW: sshhhh.... relax love, I found you in a puddle of your own blood a few hours ago...I patched you up, do you know who did this love...?

SPN: *out of it, groggy, wheezing, wheezes out* a..a f-fight..m-me and...a-and...an...u-uuhhh...*obviously straining to remember, not like him, seeming like his mind is being purposely clouded by magic*

  DW: Potter....um, love I'm going to invite Heta over to help

SPN: *out of it, groggy, wheezing, wheezes out* o..ok...

{they all have magic in this}

(Ah, well he's still gonna check out potter first) *when APH get here* DW: *waiting outside the door*

HT:  *goes over to him, worried* what's going on Sun? What happened?

DW: I'm afraid someone tried to execute Moon...Earth, would you be willing to keep an eye on him in case the ruler who did this tries to finish the job..?

HT: *eyes go wide, covering her mouth in shock* oh my stars...yes, of course I'll take care of him..! That's horrible...

DW: *gives her a hug* feel free to anything in my castle while you watch him

HT:  *hugs back* alright, thank you...I promise to take good care of Moon...h..how is he doing by the way..?

DW: he's better than when I found him..try to keep him warm and relaxed alright..?

HT:  Alright, no problem. You can count on me.