#devil may cry since i really wanna check it out

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very bad news to the people who came for untitled comic content

[sattorntempura]

UPDATE on the Devil May Cry -OC comic

Hey guys, it's meeee agaaain. I have a few updates and information regarding this comic I have been working on ("Who asked!? It's an OC comic. No one will read it"-ACKSHUALLY, ☝️🤓 IT'S for those who DID ASK... *cries in the corner*)

Change of date:

It WAS July 7th, but now it will be in November. No day, but it WILL be in that month (watch me post it on the last day-) HEAR ME OUT... So, during my first week of school, I barely managed to do anything relating to drawing or tweaking up the story. And the closer I was to my previous uploading date, the more I was like, "crap, I have to do this- but wait, I need to prioritize this first- well how am I going to make it- dang it, I'm going to have to announce the change of plans"

And it's really a bummer because as much as I want to show you guys the story I built so far, I also didn't want it to be rushed. I was only able to catch 2 hours of free time per day to mess with the story. Even at weekends, I didn't have enough time to mess around so much.

So yeah, November is the month. That month sounds far, but trust me, we'll get there in no time, especially if we consider how busy our lives can get...

Info:

So I already mentioned in my previous posts some information about the comic, you guys can check it out if you'd like :)

First post

And then the 2nd one, I might edit it..

I've been replaying the 1-5 games to get a refresher of what happened and added a little bit into my story. I've taken note of specific items from all games, certain demons, antagonists, settings... etc. I want to keep it DMC themed, of course, because, like I said in the previous post, what's dmc without their stylish theme? Lol. But not only that, I want it to take it a little to the extreme. But not TOO0 extreme where "this is no long devil may cry!". I want to take a step deep into the dark themes, the fights, especially the dialogues between characters. There is going to be a bit of retelling from canon characters, too. I also keep forgetting to take note of what's canon and canon events that are no longer canon(?) I thought maybe if there is information regarding to it not being canon anymore, then maybe we can make it possible in the comic, or try to make sense out of unexplained moments in the canon story that caused it to no longer be canon.

Anyway I think I'm going to have to add a warning on each post (for the gore and violence and all that) then add the tab before showing the comic because fighting with demons can get a little bloody.

Lastly, I've already mentioned this in my past 2 posts, (going to mention it again so nobody gets caught in a suprise and start tweaking over it. I've heard of people saying that they had bad experience from a fanbase- even though I've never experienced it myself so far nor have I ever seen it happen to someone) but this does include an oc and canon character ship. This ship won't be all up in the face (also, I'm too shy to draw anything remotely romantic LOL, but.. I'll try-) MAINLY because this story will start off from the very beginning of my oc's life. Ezra (oc) doesn't even meet the main characters until the present day (before dmc5 events). So you guys don't have to deal with the lovey-dovey theme/moments until we get to the present, lol.

ANYWAY, HERES SOME DRAWINGS!!! (still messing with the shadings and tweaking their designs w/ my style so they might look a little different in the future, lol). Oh gosh, I love these huge ahhh images

Dante and Nero are the easiest ones to draw... so far lol. MA!!! WHO'S FUCKING BIRD IS THAT!??!?!?!

I wanna work on V's face a bit more. And I need to create a separate reference sheet for his markings....

Vergil, again with the snapcube refs. semi-realism/anime style is kinda hard to draw him in. I want to keep his facial features there because without em he'll just look like the dmc3 version that I drew-

He looks more anime-ish in the pic with the chaos emerald because thats when i was experimenting with my styles and trying to fit him into it.

Bro is so angry, and for what? OK, I kinda know why in this pic, but still---

And then here's Ezra being... his usual self

I kinda changed up Ezra's clothing design a teenie bit, so the one you guys are seeing in the previous posts is him... It's just a little different compared to the way I draw him now.

Thank you for taking the time to check this post out, I really appreciate it :,) I always get nervous going online and post things (anything, really), lol.

[duochromium]

i’m probably going to be putting rain and that other remilia focused work on the backburner for the time being, i can kind of feel it in the air that i don’t want to work on any serious works for a while so basically peak may end up not coming. sucks to suck but whatever

HOWEVER!

as repayment i will show off the plot summaries i sent to w.d. gaster!

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rain, aka Hakurei Reimu Falls Into The Sea:

Namesake is from “Roronoa Zoro Falls Into The Sea”, one piece thing you can google it if you’re interested

ReiMari fic where at first glance it looks like the yuri is the whole point but Oops! It’s A Duochromacy Fic With Reimu In It! That Means It’s Character Study Time!

The fucking rain is a metaphor for accepting help from others. She doesn’t wanna stand in it even though it wouldn’t hurt her

I hint at this by talking about the rain WAY too much. My readers are going to think I’m either a huge weirdo about rain (I am tho) or they’re going to correctly realize “hey maybe the rain is important” and then connections should start forming. I’m also just gonna directly say “If you didn’t notice, the rain is a metaphor for Reimu accepting the help of others.” in the ending notes because maybe my readers will have piss poor reading comprehension after only reading fanfiction for the past decade

Reimu is in a kind of good mood, it’s raining outside, no food in the house lmaoo, she goes to Marisa’s place (with an umbrella. It is very important she doesn’t want to touch the rain) because she wants to distract herself, they be HOMOSEXUAL AHHH for a few but after Reimu’s stomach grumbles like the third time Marisa gets concerned, Reimu insists she’s not hungry after Marisa offers to make food, escalate into argument that gets to “they’re a little angry but no insults are being thrown” level before Reimu storms out onto Marisa’s porch and listens to the rain while moping for a few, insert absolute peak here idk how I’m gonna have them make up, as a result of this peak Reimu admits she needs help and lets Marisa feed her, plenty of sappy gay love there blehh I hate happy couples, then they go and dance in the rain. I am sure you can guess what them going and dancing in the rain is symbolic of

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The other one, aka How To Make a Vampire Cry

Scarlet devil mansion is hosting a ball, everyone’s having fun except remillia who’s kind of just sitting on her throne looking super bummed out (everyone just passes it off as her being Scary) tho, patchy floats over like “yo man you’re usually having way more fun wtf is your problem”, remilia talks about how flandre hasn’t been showing up to balls the past few months despite always being allowed out, blablabla “i’m worried i’m not being a good sister”, they decide to just go check on her, flandre sitting in her room listening to distant party noise until remi (maybe not accompanied by pache) comes down, flandre “i feel like i wouldn’t really be welcome even if i showed up” they both talk about what’s had them down and comfort each other then hug wholesome 100 keanu chungus I HATE WOMEN

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feel free to take inspiration from either of these ideas since there is a 25% chance neither ends up ever being in a finished state

[corky-the-gluttony-demon]

DMC: An Absurd Comedy - Haunted by Dreams Arc (Chapter 0)

Just wanted to post this random snippet from my Fanfiction (I've decided not to post the entire thing because its very self-indulgent) because I thought it was funny.

Mission Prep to Snowfield and Discarded Devil Breakers

Characters: Nero, Nico, Felix (OC), Corky (OC), Marcus (OC)

Timeframe: Seven months after the events of DMC5

Location: Devil May Cry shop, Red Grave City

Context: In my fanfiction Morrison passes the deed to the shop to Nero, and while he initially turned it down at first, circumstances pushes him to take over the devil-hunting business.

5:12pm

Tools were clinking followed by a muttered curse. Nico was beneath the van, swapping out the tires for ones with chains, her face set in concentration as she tightened the last bolt. Nearby, Nero was busy with the engine, wiping his hands on a rag after finishing with the oil change and antifreeze.

Before setting out on their first big mission together to Snowfield (well big since Felix and Corky joined them), the first thing they wanted to make sure was that Nico’s baby was up for the winter conditions. “I sent Corky and Marcus to get some emergency supplies; blankets, food, water, perhaps a portable generator, extra fuel-“

“What do we need all that for?” Nero asked. “We’re only going to be in Snowfield for a day. Morrison even told us to make sure we don’t stick around til night time.”

Nico slid out from under the van, raising her hands in mock surrender. “Hey, I’m just saying, ‘just in case.’ You never know what kinda bullshit this place might throw at us. Not that I’m planning on anything going wrong, but… The battery in good condition?”

“Checked it twice. It’ll hold,” Nero replied, glancing over at Felix, who was leaning against the side of the van, holding a set of headlights with an expression that said he’d rather be anywhere else.

“You know, I ain’t no mechanic,” Felix grumbled, rolling the lights in his hands like he might crush them out of sheer irritation. “I’m more into breaking things than fixing them.”

Nero didn’t bother to hide his smirk. “Then maybe you should’ve stuck to what you’re good at instead of whining. Those lights aren’t gonna install themselves.”

Felix shot Nero a dark look, his eyes narrowing. “You wanna say that again, pretty boy? Or are you just looking to catch these hands?”

Nero straightened, the tension between them crackling like static. “I’m saying maybe you should stop bitching and do your part. Or are you too hungover to handle it?”

Felix took a step forward, but before things could escalate, the door to the garage swung open, and Corky strolled in, Marcus trailing behind her with a few bags slung over his shoulder. She was practically beaming, excitement radiating off her like heat from a fire.

“Look what I got!” Corky announced, holding up two ice scrapers with a grin that said she was way too proud of herself. “Got ‘em for a steal! And before you ask, yes, I haggled.”

Nico’s annoyance at the boys faded into amusement as she eyed the scrapers. “Damn, Corky, you’re really on top of things. Speaking of which, I was supposed to go shopping for some cold-weather gear, but…”

Corky waved a hand, cutting her off. “Already handled. I hooked everybody up.” She hesitated, then added with a sheepish grin, “Well, okay, I had to call Blessing for some help because, let’s face it, fashion isn’t exactly my forte. But don’t worry, I made sure to get what we need for the climate. And I’m pretty sure I got everyone’s sizes right.”

Nico’s eyes lit up with genuine excitement. “No way. Lemme see!” She practically darted toward the bags, rummaging through them until she found a bundle of clothes. She held up a thick, fur-lined jacket, a gleam of approval in her eyes. “Damn, this is nice. You really did good, Corky.”

Corky shrugged, trying to play it off, but there was a hint of pride in her voice. “What can I say? I aim to please.”

As Nico ran off to try on the clothes, Corky led Marcus into the van as Nero and Felix continued to bicker outside. “So what’s their beef?” Marcus asked. He was still getting used to everyone here since his arrival. Though he will be holding down the shop while they are gone, Corky has quickly begun to get used to him.

“I dunno, honestly. They seemed fine when we first started working together, but I think its just your typical ‘mine’s bigger than yours’. No wonder Dante only ever worked with women.”

“Speaking of, you think we’ll eventually work with them?”

“Maybe. I’ve worked with Lady for a while. But without Dante they seem more interested in doing their own thing. Which is a bummer, we could use more kick-ass girls.”

They can hear the back end of Nero’s comment about Felix’s cheap thrills and hangovers, “I should probably go out there before they kill each other before we even go on this mission,” Corky groaned.

“Say that again, Felix. I dare you,” Nero snarled as he and Felix were face to face.

“Now kiss!” Corky said with a clap. That was enough for both men to back off with looks of annoyance.

Nico stepped out, dressed head to toe in the gear Corky had picked out. A thick, fur-lined jacket hugged her frame, paired with insulated pants and boots that looked like they could stomp out a snowstorm. She spread her arms out, grinning. “What do y’all think?”

Marcus’s eyes lit up like a kid in a candy store. “Damn, Nico, you’re looking hotter than hell in that getup. You sure you’re not gonna melt all that snow just by walking through it?”

Nico rolled her eyes, though she couldn’t hide the smirk tugging at her lips. “In that case we don’t even need to heat generators, since I can keep the van warm with how smokin’ sexy I am!”

Nero scoffed, “Hey, Nico, which breaker you think would be a best fit for a job like this?”

Nico sauntered over, her eyes bright with the thrill of getting to show off her latest work. “Funny you should ask, because I’ve got something new for you to try out. Took me a while to get around to it, what with all the chaos after Limbo City and, you know, getting shot.”

“You were shot?!” Marcus gasped, having not been present for it.

“Yeah! And it sucked!”

“Because of the pain?”

“Nah! Well, that sucked too. But because I couldn’t do shit while in a sling. I had all these ideas building up with some of the material I was able to bring back from Limbo City. Quality stuff. This was the first work of art, my comeback, if you will. Feast your eyes on the Gloom Claw.”

Nero’s brow furrowed as he took in the sight of the new Devil Breaker. The Gloom Claw was unlike anything he’d seen before. It had a sleek, dark appearance, as if the metal itself was alive, shifting and writhing. The surface was semi-translucent, an oily black that seemed to ripple. The fingers of the claw were spiky, and could extend or retract at will, the tips razor-sharp.

Nico held it out to him, her grin wide. “This bad boy is made from those creepy-ass Stygians you guys kept running into. It’s got a more organic feel compared to your other Breakers, and it’s sharp as hell. Perfect for tearing through whatever nastiness we come across.”

As Nero tested the Gloom Claw, the dark material shifting seamlessly with his movements, Corky’s was putting away some of the supplies she bought when saw the box by Nico’s workbench, cluttered with various Devil Breakers. Her curiosity piqued, she began rifling through the box filled with older models and what looked like prototypes.

“Hey, what’s the deal with these?” she called out, holding up one that looked particularly odd—like something out of a sci-fi movie, with its bright blue, almost toy-like appearance out the window of the van where the others were gathered outside still.

Nico glanced over, her expression turning a bit sheepish. “Oh, those? Some of ‘em never made the cut. Either Nero couldn’t find a use for ‘em, or they just didn’t pack the punch I was aiming for. A few are duds, no doubt.”

Marcus suddenly froze as his eyes locked onto the same blue device Corky was holding. His face lit up like a kid on Christmas morning. “No way! This reminds me of this game I used to play all the time when I was a kid. He’d fight evil by changing his arm into all kinds of weapons. Man, I loved that little fella!”

Nico grinned. “You talking about Mega Man? Hell yeah, that’s the Mega Buster right there. Still my favorite game today, hands down. This bad boy launches charged blasts of light—solar goddamned bullets from a distance. It’ll punch a hole in steel, crush boulders, and send demons running for their mommies.”

Marcus practically swooned, turning the Mega Buster over in his hands like it was a sacred relic. “Man, this thing’s a work of art. I’m in love.”

Felix, leaning against the van and watching the scene unfold with a raised eyebrow, couldn’t help but snort. “You’re telling me Nero’s been sitting on that and never used it? Could’ve been a game-changer on half the gigs we’ve had.”

Nero scoffed, glancing up from the Gloom Claw. “Yeah, and look like a cartoon character? I ain’t trying to look silly.”

Felix wasn’t having it. “Too late.”

Nero’s expression hardened. “I don’t need flashy. I need reliable. That thing’s all show—more gimmick than substance. Sure, it packs a punch, but it’s not the kind of precision I need in a fight. I don’t need a toy when I’m dealing with real threats.”

“Okay, don’t be calling it a toy, alright?” Nico said in defense, “I worked really hard on each of these breakers.”

Corky’s gaze drifted back to the box of discarded Devil Breakers. Something caught her eye—there was a faint, almost imperceptible pulsing coming from within. Her curiosity piqued, she dug around until she pulled out a sleek, white arm with a gentle, almost soothing glow emanating from it.

Is that a…?

Corky couldn’t help herself; a giggle bubbled up as she held the device up for the others to see. “What the hell is this?”

Nico glanced over, and the mischievous grin that spread across her face was a dead giveaway. Nero, meanwhile, was already rolling his eyes, his face flushing a shade of red that made him look like he wanted to disappear into the floor. Seeing him blush made Corky’s smile grow bigger.

“That,” Nico began with a teasing lilt in her voice, “is Sweet Surrender. I originally designed it with Kyrie in mind so Nero here could help relieve some of her tension. You know, since he’s all brute force and might accidentally hurt her.”

Corky’s eyes widened in surprise, but the laughter from Marcus and Felix was immediate, like little schoolboys. “Oh~ Felix cackled, practically doubled over. Marcus was nearly wheezing. “You need a little help there, bro?”

Nero quickly stepped forward and snatched the Devil Breaker out of Corky’s hand, his face a mix of embarrassment and annoyance. “Knock it off, alright? I haven’t used it.”

Corky, ever blunt, tilted her head. “Seems like a waste, though. Could’ve done some good with it.”

 Felix snickered, “Should’ve taken it with you to Fortuna, Nero. Who knows, maybe Kyrie would’ve been more inclined to take you back.”

Nero shot Felix a glare that could have melted steel, but it only fueled Felix’s amusement. Before Nero could retaliate, Corky, still genuinely curious, asked, “So, what does it do, for real?”

Nico, still grinning like the cat that got the cream, explained, “Well, it’s got some pretty advanced healing properties. Helps soothe muscles, relieves tension…”

“Relieves tension?” Corky repeated.

“Is that what we’re calling it now?” Felix muttered under his breath, eliciting another round of snickers from Marcus.

Corky, ever the pragmatist, continued, “Seriously, Nero, you never thought to use it to help Kyrie? With her…tension? In her muscles…?”

Nero sighed, clearly exasperated. “I wasn’t sure if she’d be comfortable with it. I mean, I tried it on myself to see how it worked.”

There was a beat of silence, and then the entire room erupted into laughter. Even Nico had cover her face against the side of the van. Marcus was nearly in tears, and Felix just shook his head in disbelief, the smirk never leaving his face.

“Oh my god, can you guys get your heads out of the gutter for five minutes?” Nero snapped, his patience wearing thin. “It’s for massaging!”

 “Massaging what?!” Corky blurted out which sent the group into another fit of uncontrollable laughter.

Nero could feel the heat rising in his face again, but there was no winning this one. He just sighed heavily, resigned to the fact that this was never going to be lived down. They had a mission to prepare for, but right now, it felt like the biggest battle was just getting his team to focus on something other than his embarrassing past decisions.

“Alright, enough screwing around,” Nero finally barked, trying to regain some semblance of control. “We’ve got work to do.”

But even as the laughter subsided and the group returned to their tasks, the smirks and side glances told Nero this moment wasn’t going to be forgotten anytime soon.

[moonrisecalamityretreat]

chattering lack of common sense || hanji || trial 3.5 || re: accomplice accusations mostly, maxime

“Few o’ us been actually playin’ ‘round with th’ evidence an’ actually got somewhere, an’ yer playin’ dollhouse wit’ my name as soon as it’s convenient to ya? Get real.”

Was all they could say to the accusations at this point, after having watched others come to their defense before they could say anything. And they were so ready to start barking out some laughs, but Hanji has calmed down since then. Now, they’re just getting impatient, what with this back-and-forth ping pong match of a trial, consisting of nothing but two people going ‘I didn’t do it!’ over and other again until everyone’s precious time runs out.

Thankfully, Maxime had said what they were thinking in regards to that, so now Hanji could focus on their own concerns. Their concern being the two people to accuse them… How sad, how hilarious.

“'Nyway, bold o’ both'a ya t'try an’ divine my character so recklessly. Are y'all’s idiots? No. Really. Are ya fuckin’ braindead or did yer brains melt an drip all th’ way down in'ta yer shoddy tits an’ ass? Not only do I hate winnin’, but I ain’t a stupid shit either. Mika, Taba, an’ Ozu said it already, but let’s say yer corn-riddled dogshit of a rebuttal that ya coughed outta yer sludgehole is true. If I let Otsuka git away with it, that puts ME at risk of dyin’ out of a random roll. Why would I do shit that’ll get me killed, fuckin’ zerohead. Unlike most folk, I actually weigh th’ benefits an’ consequences of this shit.”

“But that’s a whole load'a crap 'nyways, because I discovered the fuckin’ body. I couldn’t have done it, an’ I couldn’t have helped either, 'cos I literally ran around wit’ Mio an’ Nyako outside the entire time 'til we three found their corpse. I have an alibi where two other people can vouch fer me.” Remember when that was a thing? “I’m not here to win or die. I’m here to live. I’m uninvolved, the timeline rejects me, an’ my name is jus’ bein’ used as a straw t'grasp on. Yer usin’ me t'stall an’ waste time an’ jerk off yer denial boner.”

That fact would’ve been really fun to laugh over too, but at this point, everyone may as well be running out of time due to the accusations running around in circles. By now, they all should’ve had a clear answer.

“Anyway, my theory ain’t so much a thread than those lovebirds’ theories are. While what I’ve presented compliments th’ evidence enough to seem the most reasonable an’ likely option, arguments that insist a Devil might’ve done this hasn’t been given more further detail or logic, as well as how each piece of evidence got to where they were found. Th’ Angel theory has more meat to it whereas all the Devil theories relied on nothing but trying t'hook an’ convince us with what-ifs with no basis or connection t'physical evidence at all– something I advised not to entertain to avoid complication and sidetracking.”

Annoyed that all this mess had taken them out of focus from their lock puzzle, at this point they’ve just been fidgeting it with it and rattling it around in their hands; fitting for how this trial felt at the moment. Easy to solve, but distractions can stop you and leave you trying to force yourself in all wrong ways possible.

They may as well put the puzzle down, but instead, they kept tugging at it impatiently. Clink, clank, clunk.

“Addin’ onto Maxime’s wisdom, along wit’ checking nails, hair, and belongings, if we wanna really weigh th’ possibilities equally, then I wanna hear a proper Devil theory an’ timeline. One in accordance to th’ evidence, the 7 minute timeline, a crying panicked psyche, said psyche’s priorities within th’ tight time limit, all th’ while ignoring personal defenses and character-based speculation like what Maxime advised.

And. Y'know. Mika’s right. This sucks an’ there’s no such thing as a winner in these trials, no matter what. We’re jus’ a bunch'a grey pieces forced t'play on a black an’ white chessboard.” Thus another why Hanji isn’t interested in 'winning’… not like they’re even involved, anyway. “Someone innocent is dying either way. I thunk about it earlier. Someone who failed to save a fallin’ body ain’t a killer. Honestly, this trial ain’t so much lookin’ fer a culprit, or who’s responsible.”

“Is more like… choosin’ th’ right answer or th’ wrong answer. 'Cos even if everyone’s technically innocent, th’ only difference is that the right answer won’t get everyone put on th’ choppin’ block an’ have someone randomly killed. Whereas choosin’ right 100% guarantees every'un else’s safety.

That’s th’ game we’re all victims to.”

Hanji was not here to sit here and die because of someone else’s choices and actions. They’ve said it before, and had their honesty complimented during investigation; it didn’t matter if the case was a cold bloody murder, a complete accident, or self defense–

–Hanji will always vote the one responsible to save themself.

To live long enough to see closure.

“But let’s save that thought fer later, after we’ve checked everyone an’ decided on an answer. We’ve wasted time gettin’ outta hand, and we’re runnin’ outta time.”

[crystalcow]

𝑆𝑎𝑝𝑛𝑎𝑝𝑠 𝐶ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑//𝑆𝑎𝑝𝑛𝑎𝑝 𝑝𝑡 4

Masterlist // child reader ML //

Sapnap x reader !p !child reader

Pronouns used: none specified!

Warnings: swearing, mentions of death, casinos

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𝐊𝐢𝐧𝗼𝐤𝗼 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝗼𝐰??

Quackity was telling you all of his plans

He rambled on for hours of his ideas for casinos and how he was going to marry Karl and sapnap

It sounded great

He had his whole plan set up! He even had Sam helping him with the building

But then he left

Just like everyone else

But that was fine! You were just with sapnap

Before Karl came running over rambling on about needed to move his library

He had a library?

“[Redacted] you need to stay close, please”

You looked at him weirdly

Who the fuck was [redacted]

“Karl my names Y/n you idiot” “flame..” “sorry”

He didn’t even notice it and then you had to spend the next couple days hauling over 100 books

“Oo hey what are these! The covers look really weird”

You had found his time travel books

Woops

That man raced over and in the kindest way possible, snatched it from your hands

“Don’t touch those, they are my special books”

You just shrugged and let him be, he freaks you out enough

So you all traveled to this area in the spruce forest and built a really ugly mushroom hut

But hey it’s fine! Foolish thankfully came around later that day and made everything better

So you stuck around

Maybe you needed this, this new start

Oh but prime knows that wouldnt last long

Karl started forgetting

At first it was simple things as just forgetting where he was or little stumbles with names

But eventually he was going away longer and longer

He started calling you by these strange names, some that sound Victorian and western and others that are unlike you

One day he didn’t call you by your name at all

You were hanging around the Sakura trees and the big yin Yang pond waiting for sapnap to come back with George

Then you saw Karl exit the library, running up to him for a hug

It’s been two months since you’ve seen him

You fucking hated it but you couldn’t help but consider him another parental figure

He loved it

But he just stood there as you wrapped your arms around him

Expecting the usual “[reda]- Y/n, I’ve missed you so much my sweet flame!”

But there was nothing just a sad one sided hug

“Hello? I’m sorry but do I know you?”

You were ready to cry

“I’m sorry, I uh must’ve mistaken you for the wrong person” “No that’s fine! Hugs are nice?”

So you left and ran into the library

Scouring throughout all of the books until you found them

The same 8 books you shrugged away

You read through all of them along with Karl’s other journals

You didn’t like going through his stuff especially, a whole invasion of privacy

The more you read the worse it got

What were you gonna tell Sapnap?

Who the hell is James, and [redacted]?

And why couldn’t he stop

It’s no use anymore

You were simply just forgotten

𝐋𝗼𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐬

The closer you got to the large building, the sicker you got

Kinoko Kingdom was supposed to be your free pass

But somehow you always end up here

You called for Sam on the comms waiting for the beep

The inside looked great to say the least

“What are your past relationships with the prisoner?” “No answer.”

“Where are you currently resided?” “No answer”

“Do you believe the prisoner deserves his sentence?” “Maybe”

You put all your shit in the locker and followed him through all the safety checks

“I’m glad you didn’t bring anything with you”

You stood on the platform heart racing as the lava went down

It was like a ticking time bomb

The small squeaks and scratches of the hovering bridge

He just stared at you

That sick stupid mask was broken by tommy that day in the black stone room

So you had to look into his face

Lets just say he looks good in Orange

“Barrier up or down?” “Down”

He backed up into the corner as you stepped in

Smiling

Once the lava cascaded down your smile turned into a sick frown

“Hello” is that all he had to fucking say?

“Screw you. Fuck you. Damn you”

He just looked you a small chuckle escaping from his lips

“Those all mean the same thing.” “Well I’ve been living in cinnamon town for the past couple months, and I’m ready to fucking burn some buns”

Yeah he just laughed

“I’ve missed you Hot shot”

“You ruined our damn life!”

Someone went quiet

“If you didn’t have to have a petty little war, or criminalize children we could’ve been fine! It could’ve just been you, dad, me, and George.”

You were pissed, everyone just kept leaving you.

Tommy and Tubbo, Quackity, Karl, Dream, and hell even Wilbur

“You come and visit me, after not having seen me for months and you just yell? Not a hello or ‘how are you dream?’ ‘How’s prison dream’ ‘how can I help you get out of this damn place’ “

You just sat down ready to just walk out into the lava

“I’ve been stuck here for months! None of you even cared enough to visit me, hell even Tommy came around.”

You might have felt a little bad after leaving him

The prison was cold even tho lava was flowing right there

“Why would you leave the discs alone..” “Because I had to end it.”

What were you doing here

What were you planning on saying?

“So, what do you do in prison”

“I have a clock.”

You got up to go look at the pretty clock

Then threw it at his face

“Ow” “deal with it bitch”

The longer you stayed the worse the feeling in your stomach got

so you buzzed for Sam waving goodbye

“Wait.. Do they miss me?” “Can’t say, but I think this may be for the best.”

He wanted his best friends

But he just got the annoying teenager

Oh but that wouldn’t be the last

𝐋𝐚𝐬 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐬

You got a letter in the mail one day

Who the hell uses letters??

You were shocked to see the address and the small post card

“Come around some time”-Quackity

Ans on the back it had the cords

Oh well what did you have to loose? Sapnap was focused on Karl

and well Karl didn’t even know you

So you set off

It took you a couple hours travel by horse to get to the desert area

The large sign blaring in the red text

You gotta admit the place looked beautiful

There was a giant dick and different shops

You were shocked to see this random un human like guy

“Hello, I am Charlie a totally human guy!”

Yeah totally not slime

“I’m uh, Y/n?” He reached out for a handshake sort of thing

“Dap me up!” “Another time Charlie”

Maybe when you had hand sanitizer

“Ohh so your Y/n! Mister Quackity talks about you all the time, come on in!”

You were skeptical but followed anyways

Stopping in your tracks when you saw Fundy

“Furry?” “Fire shit?”

You went over to give him a side hug, ruffling his fur

“What the hell are you doing here ginger boy!” “Oh you know, just escaping nightmares”

You were confused then just let him be

You walked to the entry way of the place

A beautiful pond with flowers and an arch

“Did what the place where Mr. Quackity was going to propose!”

Going to?

You shrugged it off following inside

You hated to admit it, but you were excited to see him

Yeah you really needed a parental figure in your life at the moment

So when you saw him, he immediately pick you up in a hug

You didn’t fail to notice his change in appearance

That beanie stayed the same tho

Thank god

“Hey hey! Let me show you around the place, we can also go for lunch and talk.”

The casino looked great to say the least

Loud music booming from the speakers, along with the live jazz band on the side

Slot machines were going off every minute

“Have a chip, something to remember this by”

He handed you a red poker chip

It was a cool one tho, in the middle has a blocky sort of smile

Creepy and dopey.. sick!

So you put it around a spare silver chain

“So how have you been kid? ‘Ts been a while hasn’t it.” “Could be better..”

You both walked around the city in silence, offering to go in the super model shop

“No” “why not” “keep walking”

On your way to lunch you had to squint at what you were seeing

“Oh my goodness you’re still alive?!” “You’re alive!?”

You and revivebur just stared at one another

“Yeah he came back after I died!” “you what now-“

You just stared at Tommy and back to Wilbur

Oh god those shrooms were messing with your head

You should’ve gotten out of there a while ago

Quackity came over placing his hands on your shoulders

“Do I have to execute you both? Get off my damn property”

“Sorry Q. Say, Y/n wanna join Lmanburg 2.0?”

You back away holding your hands up

“I denied that offer once, and I’ll do it again. Fucking zombie freaks”

You obviously muttered the last part

Why the fuck did dream revive those two shits??

When did Tommy even die??

Your visit here has just gotten weirder and weirder

𝐌𝗼𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬

Quackity got you away from the brits as quick as he could

So he brought you over to his office

“So kid, how’s your dad..”

Ah you expected this question

“How the fuck am I supposed to know. He’s living his life, Karl’s time traveling! Oh yeah did I mention he doesn’t even remember me.”

He looked at you with wide eyes

“So I’m not the only one they forgot..”

You slammed you hands on the fable dramatizing the situation

“How would you feel about moving here? I mean you could work for me in the casino!”

You thought about it for a second

You have two options

1. Live in shroom town with bubbles

2. Move to las Nevada’s with Quackity

You were sure Sapnap wouldn’t mind

I mean would he even care?

He hasn’t for the past couple months!

“You feel abandoned there, over here there are hundreds of people. You’ll have the time of your life”

You thought about it for a sec

“Alright hand me a contract”

So you signed

Making deals with the devil huh

Little did you know it would cost you your life

Devils little soul

➳➳➳➳➳┄┄※┄┄➳➳➳➳➳

and this is the finale! I will take requests for sapnaps child, and I’ll do some shit with Quackity and the casino and go in more depth if wanted!

As always request and ask anything! And ask if you want to be on a taglist (child reader or general)

For those on the taglist I don’t know if you wanted to be tagged for all child reader shit or just dreams child.. so please tell me :)

@creatorofstars @georgenctfound @samistheidiot @smolbox-png @ghostlysenses @stellarinstigator @bobaducky

[astaroth1357]

AYE requests briefly open you say? Then here ya go: MC (female or gn) turns into a child for a day courtsey of Solomon (maybe around 5) with the Brothers. I think it'd be adorable, what with finger painting on spell books and things, but there ya go!

The MC is Now Five Years Old, Thanks Solomon...

Oh boy…. A little kid in Hell sounds like a train wreck admittedly, but at least they'll have some pretty strong guardians right? I heard It'll Be Okay by SMLE & Helen Tess and decided that was JUST the feel this sort of request needed.

Intro:

Solomon really doesn't mess up spells often. He's been doing this for a while (at least as far as my headcanon is concerned) so he's gotten pretty damn good at magic over the years. It takes a looot to make him mess up. Like say, a natural disaster, an unexpected surprise… or a whole-ass MC getting knocked into what sigil he's using at just the wrong time. Yeah. That'll do it.

How in the world is he going to explain this to the brothers…?

Lucifer

His anger toward Solomon is quite severe… tempered only slightly by how utterly adorable kid!MC is. (Well all know he's got that soft spot for cute things 🤭) It reminds him so much of his brothers at that age…

The man basically reverts back to being Dad!Lucifer sooo fast.

He's the one tying their shoes, checking on them throughout the day, making sure they're not running with scissors… that sort of thing.

Weirdly enough he's not that bothered by it… In fact, his brothers find it a little unnerving just how at peace he seems when he's keeping track of kid!MC doing this or that… It's like he's just put on an old pair of gloves and found out they still fit.

Speaking of his brothers, Lucifer can't turn off "Parent Mode" so it starts spilling over to them too...

When he started telling Levi "It's bedtime" and used a napkin to wipe Beel's face for him in public, they decided to hold an informal intervention. They're grown demons now, damnit!! 😖

Mammon

The first thing kid!MC did when they saw Mammon was fling themselves at him while screaming "MAMMIE!!!" at the top of their lungs… Regardless of his confusion, the man could probably die happy now.

He only gripes a little bit about being saddled with babysitting duty… Because everybody knows he's not the babysitter now. He's the playmate.

"Mammie, I wanna play House!!" "I ain't playing House with ya, kid. How 'bout Tag?" "No way, you're too fast!"  "Hide'n Seek?" "Luci said we can't play that no more…" "Well don't hide in the oven again!" "You didn't find me!!" "That was the problem!!!"

Pretty much the Man-Child/Actual Child Duo. He's perfect for keeping up with them and they'll whine incessantly when they can't find him for too long...

Totally the brother to take them to the amusement park or really any of those super fun places kids love. He will be just as excited as they are to be there, too.

It's not uncommon to find Mammon passed out on a couch or something with an equally exhausted kid!MC sleeping on his back. The two can really wear each other out…

Leviathan

He's probably the least perturbed by this change. Sudden de-aging of characters is a pretty popular anime trope, after all...

He's not all that taken with kid!MC though to be honest… Largely because he's too worried about keeping his stuff out of their grubby mitts. 😖

"Levi, what's this?" "GAH! Don't touch that!! That's my limited edition Ultra☆Rainbow Witch figurine!!" "I wanna play with it, though!" "It's not a toy!!" "That's not fair! You have nothing but toys, Levi!! You need to share!!" "NO I DON'T!!!"

In those times where Lucifer forces him to share, Levi goes full neat-freak. He handles all the discs and games himself, everything gets practically sterilized, and kid!MC HAS to wash their hands before they touch ANYTHING (especially the game controllers). He ain't risking any random kid-gunk getting on his precious possessions… 😰

He does enjoy playing games with them well enough, at least. No one's going to pass up a game of Devil Kart after all!

Sometimes he'll let them win just to see how happy they get… Though, then they start getting a big head about it so he has to remind him who the actual gamer is with another string of losses... Sucks to suck, kid! 😌😏

Satan

… You know, five year-olds ask a lot of questions… A looot of questions…

"Satan, what's that?" "An umbrella. You use it so that rain doesn't get on you." "Where does rain come from?" "Evaporated water collects in the atmosphere and-" "Is rain like the sky peeing?" "...." "Satan? Does your face hurt?... Satan?"

Please Lord, they may not be on speaking terms, but someone has to have mercy on his patience...

In truth, Satan's kind of charmed by how curious kid!MC is, he just wished they'd listen more to his boring explanations…

"Satan? Why does everyone listen to Diavolo?" "Lord Diavolo is like a king to us demons." "Where's his crown?" "He doesn't wear a crown." "Oh… You don't wear a crown and people listen to you. Are you a king too?" "I mean, you're not wrong… 😏" "Satan, get back to work."

Eh, maybe having a little MC isn't all that bad. They don't lie, after all. 😌

Asmodeus

OMG he hasn't seen a child this cute since the twins were in diapers!!!!

If Mammon isn't around then Asmo takes over babysitting duties (like an actual babysitter) and he's more than happy to do it. It reminds of him of taking care of baby Belphie!

If kid!MC has any interest at all in makeup then he's happy to foster it. He won't give them the good stuff of course, but he'll show them how to do blush, eyes, lipstick, nail polish, whatever!

He also dabbles in a bit of facepaint so do they want to look like a kitty, panda, or dragon? He's got them covered.

Asmo just likes to let them be creative in all forms, really. He's going to be the one to break out the paint and markers and just the kid!MC go to town! (hopefully not on the walls…)

Takes pictures of whatever they draw, good or bad, and happily displays them to everyone. There's not a big enough fridge to hold all the art he's going to collect (and zealously protect).

Beelzebub

Playmate #2 right after Mammon, but he's the less excitable, more responsible one.

"Beel! Beel! Watch me jump off this slide!!" 😰 "Please don't… You could hurt yourself… You slide down slides. That's why they're called that." "*GASP*... That's right! You're a genius!!" *sits back down* "Not really, but thank you." 😊 *waits for them at the bottom*

If the MC is with Beel, they're doing one of two things. Either they're playing together or gorging themselves on junk food.

Beel actually likes "domestic" games like House and Tea Party because it's an excuse to raid the kitchen. He'll play "house-husband" all day as long as he gets to actually eat at every imaginary dinnertime.

He'll play active games too, of course. Especially action-oriented ones like "Cops and Robbers" or Superheros. No one's better at roughhousing than Beel! Though he'll go easy on them, cause they're small and all… 😅

Everyone can always tell when Beel's in charge of them because he carries them around on his shoulders. He's the tallest one of the family so it's like getting to be a giant!

Belphegor

Belphie was introduced to kid!MC when they started crying during one of his naps. They couldn't wake him and they thought he was dead… Followed directly by them declaring their tears were magic when they noticed his eyes opened.

He proceeded to close his eyes again and purposely play dead just to get them all worried again. It was the smile creeping up onto his face that eventually gave him away… 😏

He likes to play with kid!MC and Beel but he's not going to let it get in the way of his nap schedule or anything. When they play "Knights" he gets to take the role of the world's laziest dragon… Rawr.

Kid!MC will only settle down for naptime if Belphie joins too since he'll read them a book like he used to do with Lilith.

Satan's usually the go-to guy for storytime, but Belphie's a close second (largely because he just imitates what he remembers Lucifer doing for him, voices and all 🤭).

He deals with their myriad of questions by just making shit up and pretending he knows what he's talking about. It's around the time that he told them that little men live inside the freezer and shave ice cubes to keep things cold that Lucifer started getting on his case about it… Killjoy. 🙄

[siriusheadspace]

illicit affairs - sirius black x reader

Warnings: angst, smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!!!)

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Summary: You and Sirius start seeing each other in secret around Hogwarts since his best friend Remus has a crush on you, but is too shy to act on it. Inspired by "Illicit Affairs", by Taylor Swift.

A/N: God, all of a sudden I developed this hyper fixation with Sirius. I got a bunch of ideas for stories with him (and all of them inspired by songs lol) but this was the one that felt more structured. I haven't written in a while and English is not my first language so be kind lol

Words: 2k ish

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Make sure nobody sees you leave Hood over your head Keep your eyes down

You could swear the entire Hogwarts castle heard your hitched breath while you tried to make your way to the Gryffindor tower as silently as possible. Sirius was the one to leave first this time, heading for his dormitory while you had to count to 300 - you forgot your watch this time. You were sure it was his time to wait, but you didn't contradict him after he zipped his pants, gave you one last rough kiss, and said "Later, then?".

Tell your friends you're out for a run You'll be flushed when you return

It took some time to develop this relationship to the point where you didn't have to talk and check each other's stories to avoid being caught. You knew your friends and roommates didn't believe you were risking getting caught and losing house points just for a night walk around the castle, but they gave up on you telling them who you were seeing.

Take the road less traveled by Tell yourself you can always stop

It started last year, in your sixth year in Hogwarts. You always had a crush on Sirius, but that's not uncommon - nearly every girl on your year couldn't help falling for his long, silky hair, his gray eyes, his long, yet toned body, and, of course, his devil may care attitude. But he never really paid attention to you, just some light flirting in a party at the Gryffindor common room one time; you were pretty sure he didn't know your name. But it changed last year. You can't quite point to when, exactly, you noticed the Marauders would go quiet once you walked by. But it got to the point where you would always notice. You'd pass by them on purpose, flattered by the attention Black was finally giving you. But you didn't notice that it was his friend, Remus, that gave you the most passionate looks.

What started in beautiful rooms Ends with meetings in parking lots

At a party right after a Quiddich match, you decided you would do something about it and give Sirius the chance to make a move. You took hours getting ready, borrowed a dress from a friend, the cleavage more revealing than anything else you ever wore, the fire whiskey burning your throat and your shyness. Once you came down the stairs, you could feel the glances at you, running up and down your body, another rush to add to the whiskey and to boost your confidence. Your friend group was close to the Marauders and you thanked the gods for it. You were all dancing together, and Remus excused himself after a few songs - you later figured he might be trying to get confident enough to make a move - once Sirius perfume got to you. Sandalwood, something citric and tobacco, all mixed to intoxicate you. You started dancing closer to him, and, in a spike of lust, grabbed his hand and went to an empty room. He looked confused but didn't complain when you pushed him against the wall and kissed him fervently. You felt his smirk, his excitement, once he pushed you back against a table and pulled your legs around him so he could lift you and sit you on it. He only stopped to catch his breath once you were panting and pulling his lower lip between your teeth. You felt like a goddess when his long fingers explored your body, lingering on your exposed curves. You unbuttoned his shirt while he unzipped your dress, and, without giving it a second thought, with a spark of pain between all the pleasure, you had your first time with the infamous Sirius Black.

And that's the thing about illicit affairs And clandestine meetings And longing stares

When you were finished, the combination of soreness and embarrassment started to make your chest heavy - the first time of many. Sirius was a gentleman, though, helping you fix yourself enough so it wasn’t obvious that you were doing what you just did, not commenting on the blood, or when your nails pressed against the skin of his shoulders out of pain. You felt his stares during the next few weeks, trying to find a way of talking to him and meet him again, maybe on a date, something more romantic than snogging on dark, empty classrooms. One night, you were reading in the common room and noticed him alone, leaning against the wall, close to the portrait of the Fat Lady. Once he felt your eyes on him, he left the room, and you felt a rush, getting up, counting to ten, and following him to another empty classroom, where he quickly took your book off your hands and moved them to his neck.

It's born from just one single glance But it dies, and it dies, and it dies A million little times

You were anxious to repeat his steps, standing against the wall, waiting for him to look at you. But he sure followed you to yet another empty room. That time, you actually had a conversation after you were done, but it was far from the romantic invitation for a date at Madame Puddifoot. "You need to be less obvious", he said, buttoning up his shirt. "I just did what you've done last time", you said, pulling your skirt up, feeling the warmness between your legs, the humiliation of being scolded like a kid by the person responsible for it. "But if it's going to happen that often", he smirked, "we have to figure out a way to do it in a way that people don't have to pay the tiniest amount of attention to find out, baby", he completed, and started scheming. You agreed to his plan: whenever any of you wanted to see the other, you'd send a note with a smiley face, something that wouldn't be revealing and wouldn't mean anything to anyone but the two of you, and you'd meet at three in the morning at the come and go room. "It's safe. And it has an appropriate name, don't you think?", he laughed, and you shot him a weak smile. He walked to the door but before he opened it, you put your hand on his arm. "Sirius", you said, and he noticed that he liked the way his name sounded on your lips when you were composed as well, and scolded himself for the flutter in his chest caused by it, "Are you doing something this weekend? I thought we could go to Madame Pu..." "We shouldn't be seen in public, doll", he said, trying to give you one of his smirks, but you noticed how his eyes still looked sad. It didn't matter, though - the weight of rejection pulled you down and you had to use all of your energy not to break down crying while going back to your room. Sirius went first. Once you were about to go up the stairs that would lead to your room, you heard his laughter with his friends coming from the other staircase. Unbothered by your encounter.

Leave the perfume on the shelf That you picked out just for him So you leave no trace behind Like you don't even exist

You've dealt with by rationalizing it in many different ways. You thought that the next time you got a piece of parchment with a smiley face, you'd just ignore him, happy to imagine him alone and pathetic, waiting for you. But you never had the strength to do it. You'd always fix your hair and some makeup and went straight back to his arms.

Take the words for what they are A dwindling, mercurial high A drug that only worked The first few hundred times

"Why does it have to be like this?", you asked, feeling brave, six months after your first encounter. "Y/N", he said - you felt a shiver up your spine like you always did when you heard your name in his voice - "I'm a bad friend. And I'm trying to avoid coming to terms with that", he completed with a sad smile on his face. Once he noticed your confusion, he explained how he started noticing you after Remus admitted to having a crush on you, but never had the guts to tell you. That Remus made him notice things about you he wasn't paying attention before - how your lips would pout when you were concentrating during Charms, how your soft curves were visible under the heavy wool of the sweaters you liked to wear - but it was you, in a burst of attitude, pushing him against a wall that made him give up on being a good friend for Remus on what concerned you.

And that's the thing about illicit affairs And clandestine meetings And stolen stares They show their truth one single time But they lie, and they lie, and they lie A billion little times

You accepted your status as a shameful secret. Remus still gave you fond looks and eventually had the courage to get close to you, trying to help with your DADA homework, complimenting haircuts, holding doors open to you. And you thanked him with your heart full of guilt, Sirius' stare burning on your back. After one of your encounters, Sirius brushed his fingers against your cheek and pushed a strand of hair behind your ear. You were still shocked at the demonstration of affection when he left the room first, and you started counting to 300 again. 151… Is he falling for you? 208… It can't be. It has to be just physical. Why would he fall for you and still keep you as a secret? 299… It clicked. He could fall for you a million times, it would never be as important as his friendship with Remus. And you loved him a bit more because of that. 300.

And you wanna scream Don't call me kid Don't call me baby Look at this godforsaken mess that you made me You showed me colors you know I can't see with anyone else

You tried seeing other guys. You went on dates, and you blushed at their compliments, but none of them had a fraction of the effect of Sirius had on you. You still hoped he noticed when one of them would hold your hand on the way to Hogsmeade. You could only hope it hurt him as much as it hurt you to see him flirt with other girls. To listen to his voice calling them "baby".

Don't call me kid Don't call me baby Look at this idiotic fool that you made me You taught me a secret language I can't speak with anyone else

One night, you were whispering his name with him already inside you, your shirt undone, your bra unclasped, your skirt pulled up, when the door opened. The pain in Remus’s eyes as he understood what was happening in front of him was something you knew you would never forget. Sirius left you there, dressing himself quickly while apologizing profusely to his friend. You turned around and tried to fix yourself, and they left without even looking back at you.

And you know damn well For you I would ruin myself A million little times

None of them ever spoke with you again. It was as if you were taboo. Even James and Peter wouldn't pay attention to you once you spoke in class or told a funny joke to your friend in the common room. You figured it was fair. They had to do what's best for their friendship. And if pretending you didn't exist was the price to pay for that, they'd all pay it. When you saw them all laughing together, joyful, you knew you'd do the same.

But, sometimes, you could swear you felt Sirius’ gaze against you. And you knew that was as close as he'd get to ever touching you again.

[matthewfairchildfanclub]

TSC except it's incorrect quotes and it's part 2 and it's really fucking long sorry.

Cordelia: I like your top.

James, wearing a very bright shirt: Thank-

Matthew: Thanks dude, I like you to.

_

Anna: Gender is a game and I have the cheat codes.

_

Clary, at Starbucks: Can I get a venti caramel macchiato with, uh... seven shots of espresso.

Simon, behind her: Jesus Christ, Clary, just do cocaine.

_

James: If you were to die, what would be your last words?

Matthew: Finally.

James: No-

_

Izzy, on the phone with Magnus: Is it okay if I bring my weird roommate?

Simon: Would you please stop calling me that.

_

Clary: You sure you're sober enough to drive?

Jace: Yeah, I didn't drink anything.

Clary: Okay, go get the car.

Alec: [running after Jace]

Clary: It's okay, he's sober!

Alec: HE DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO DRIVE!

_

Will: Jem, you have beautiful eyes.

Jem: You too.

Tessa: ...

Tessa: Did I miss something?

Will: I'm straight, I just like his eyes.

Tessa: You're gay for his eyes.

Will: Exactly!

Will: Wait, no

_

Lucie, walking out in a new outfit: How do I look?

Matthew: Holy shit, that's the ugliest thing I've ever seen.

Lucie: Excuse you?!

Matthew: No, not you, the thing sitting beside you.

Alastair: Fuck you.

_

Magnus: You sure know a lot about the law.

Julian: I do a lot of borderline illegal shit.

_

Cordelia: Lucie! Don't let go!

Lucie, dangling from the side of the cliff: WHY THE FUCK WOULD I LET GO?!

_

Kit: I think I forgot to sleep because I was looking at memes.

Dru: If you ever wonder why you have no friends, just remember that sentence.

_

Christopher: Oh, tiddlywinks.

Matthew: JUST SAY FUCK

_

Will: Swear words are banned in this house, if you say one you'll be grounded.

Matthew: Heck.

Will: You're on thin fucking ice, kid.

_

Jace: You may not know this, Alec, but I'm a flawed person.

Alec: I do know that.

_

Dru: [reading the exorcist]

Dru: [laughs]

_

Matthew: I know you can be "underwhelmed" and you can be "overwhelmed" but...

Matthew: Can you ever just be whelmed?

James: ...

Christopher: I think you can in Bulgaria!

_

James: I think I'm in love with Cordelia.

Grace: Congratulations! You're officially the last one to know.

_

Tessa: James, what are you doing here? Weren't you making spaghetti tacos with Mattew, Christopher, and Thomas?

James: Well, I was.

Tessa: ... was?

James: Well, I- it was just getting hot downstairs because of the fire.

Tessa: THE WHAT?!

(Downstairs the kitchen is completely on fire)

Christoper, looking around while Matthew and Thomas try to put the fire out with olive oil: Oh, this isn't good.

_

Jace: Please shut up.

Simon: Well, since you asked nicely, no.

_

Will: No pain, no gain!

Matthew: But I'm in constant pain and I've lost everything-

_

Matthew: If you'll excuse me, I must attend to my evening affairs.

James: You mean drinking wine and eating gummy bears until you pass out on a chaise?

Cordelia: Or reading Layla and Majnun and crying in the bath because they didn't deserve it?

Lucie: Or shouting your own poetry from your balcony?

Matthew: All three, in that order.

_

Will: What have I told you about comparing Tatiana to the devil?

Lucie: ... that it's offensive to the devil?

_

Jamie: These people are my friends!

Jamie: I've known them for twelve hours!

_

Clary: What are we gonna do?

Simon: Don't worry, you're so small they probably won't see you.

Clary: Simon, is this really the time to be making short jokes?

Simon: Clary, it's never not the time, because just like you, life is short.

_

Matthew, drunk: Always strive to eat the stars.

Lucie, half asleep: Aren't they too hot?

Matthew: Blow on them first, idiot.

_

Cashier: Would you like your check?

Ty: If someone is being murdered right now it would be my alibi, but if someone gets murdered in the store they could pin it on me.

Cashier: Sir?

Ty: I want to speak to a lawyer.

_

Magnus: If you had to choose between Jace and all the money I have in my pocket, which would you choose.

Alec: Depends. How much money are we talking about?

Jace: Alec????

Magnus: Eleven cents.

Alec: Sold.

Jace: ALEC?!!??!?!

_

Alastair: Cursing is for those who have a limited vocabulary.

Matthew: You are an audacious, ideologically unsound, captious, presumptuous, motherfucker.

_

Clary: Hey, uh, maybe we need Simon's help with this one?

Jace: I would literally rather die.

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Cristina: Name a way to be nice to people.

Kieran: Don't stab them.

Cristina: ...

Cristina: Setting the bar a little low but I'll allow it.

_

Tessa: Where have you been?

Will: Emotional hell.

_

Kit: I made you all of you into Sims, look.

Jace: Where are you?

Kit: I'm in the grave in the backyard.

Jace:

Clary:

Jace: Put me there to.

Clary: Oh my god-

_

Emma: I have the sharpest memory, name one time I forgot something.

Zara: You forgot me in a Walmart parking lot, like, three weeks ago.

Emma: I did that on purpose, try again.

_

Matthew: Will, did you know "thot" means "thoughtful person."

Will: Really? I did not know this modern slang.

(later)

Will: Thank you for helping me with the stables, Tessa, you're such a thot.

Tessa, wheezing: I'm a WHAT?

_

Julian: [choking]

Kit: I'm trying to call 911 but the 9 button isn't working!

Dru: Just flip your phone upside down and use the 6.

Julian, stopping his choking for a second: What the fu-

_

Emma, getting in the front seat: Alright, is everyone ready to go?

The Blackthorns: Yep!

Emma: Okay, let's go.

(looks into the mirror to see Zara running after the van)

Emma: [whispers to herself] Goodbye you little shit.

_

Cordelia: What the hell is going on??

Matthew: Oh, great, you heard my cry for help.

Cordelia: You mean your girly scream?

Matthew: I MEAN MY CRY FOR HELP

_

James: The risk I took was calculated.

James: But holy shit am I bad at math.

_

Izzy and Magnus: [getting arrested at a protest]

Cop: Fake ID's, fake credit card. Got anything on you that's real?

Izzy: My tits.

Magnus: My ass.

_

[in a group chat]

Dru: Adding "lmao" does not hide your pain.

Kit: Yeah it does lmao.

_

Matthew: Excuse me, who made James the boss of the group.

Christopher: You did.

Thomas: You said, "James should be the boss".

Lucie: And then you said, "lets vote," and it was unanimous.

Cordelia: And then you made him a plaque that says, "Boss Of Us".

Anna: And put little sparkles all over it.

Matthew: ... All valid points.

_

Matthew: And once again, James and Matthew save the day.

Lucie: You didn't do anything.

Thomas: It was all James.

Matthew: We're a package deal. Everyone knows that.

_

Jem: I am not "too nice"!

Will: Jem, you apologized-

Jem: I have manners!

Will: -to the waiter who spilled soup on your lap.

_

Kit: You wanna see how hardcore I am?

Kit: [punches a wall]

Kit: Take me to the hospital.

_

Julian: People ask me how I handle the rest of my family so easily.

Julian: The truth is, I don't.

Julian: I have no control over them.

Julian: I walked into the house today and Mark shot me in the neck with a nerf gun.

_

(At a New Years Eve party)

Alec, to the TMI gang: I would like to make a toast!

Alec, raising his glass: I cannot believe we have gone through another twelve months of absolute fuckery.

Alec: Cheers!

[all-yn-oween]

Moceitweek2021- Day 2: Aftermath

Day 2: Aftermath

Summary: Post POF, Patton just needed comfort, and Janus knocked on his door to check on him. (obvious angst, but comfort)

Patton just left Roman’s room.

His cheeks were wet and his eyes had turned mostly red. He still had a lump in his throat, and couldn’t do otherwise. He softly closed the door behind him, a little light-headed.

Roman had yelled at him for an hour straight, before calming down and just staring at the ground in silent. He had shouted him how furious and betrayed he felt, how unfair the situation was, and how they were making a mistake by accepting De- no, Janus.

Patton had tried to play the devil’s advocate and to explain that Janus just wanted Thomas’ good, like all of them. Roman heard, but didn’t listen.

Patton wasn’t offended, the creative side had been taught that there was a determined line between Good and Bad people. And see Janus (a “Dark side”) being accepted and trusted that quickly was unbearable for Roman.

The moral side had been comprehensive, and left him when he had asked him to.

They had cried as well, and it hurt Patton to see one of his kiddos cry that much.

He sighed and walk towards his own room. He saw Logan in the hallway, and he barely glanced at Patton before entering his room. Patton wanted to tell him how much he was sorry, and he deeply regretted how he talked to him earlier. How he had ignored him, whereas he knew that Logan had troubles to get heard.

Patton bit his lips, and gulped as he felt his eyes get teary again. He quickly wiped them as he rushed to his room.

He closed the door behind him, as he felt the usually comforting warmth of his room on his cold skin. He sat against the door and ran his fingers through his hair.

Patton felt like he had done something wrong, and that the only thing that he did was to hurt his kiddos.

He tried to calm down his sobs, but they kept getting worse and worse.

When, after a while, Patton heard a knock on the door.

A little, gentle knock.

He looked up, catching his breath. He stood up, his legs shaking slightly, and cleared his throat. The moral side then opened the door and looked at the side that had knocked.

“It seems like everything’s fine here.” Janus stated, looking at Patton with a concerned face. Patton chuckled lightly, even though it sounded bitter.

“Yeah, it’s really awful..” he mumbled, nodding a little. “Do you wanna come in?” he eventually asked, thinking that Janus may want to talk of something.

Janus hummed in agreement, and entered when Patton moved aside. He then pushed the door a little, and glanced back at Janus.

“I-.. about what happened I…” he started, fiddling with his fingers.

“I understand.” Janus stopped him. “It’s difficult for you. For all of us. I wanted to apologize to Roman for what I’ve said. Remus had rightly pointed out that it wasn’t the best thing to say. However I doubt that he wants to see me.”

Patton shook his head a little, sniffing.

“No, I don’t think so neither… Roman is a little mad at us..” he softened the truth and Janus seemed to notice it since he frowned a little.

“He is absolutely furious, am I right?” Patton nodded silently.

“Yeah.. He will calm down eventually.. Virgil will maybe have the right words, and things will be okay.” he replied, as he sat on his bed. Janus snorted at that comment.“Logan’s very angry as well, I think he hates me. An apology won’t be enough…”

Janus sighed and walked towards his bed, to sit next to Patton.

“Mistakes happen.” Patton huffed a little.

“Mistakes happen but mistakes keep happening.”

“People can get better, I think Logan is smart enough to know that.” Janus added, putting a hand on Patton’s shoulder.

The touch was so gentle and comforting, Patton couldn’t help but lean into it.

“I hope so… I ignored him a lot, I’ll completely understand if he’ll hold a grudge against me..”

“I’m sure he won’t. As long as you try to be better after your apology, everything will be fine.” Janus explained as he stroked his shoulder with his thumb.

Patton nodded in agreement. “I will. I promise I will. I want to be a better person.”

“Don’t put too much pressure on yourself. Things take time.”

Patton looked up at Janus and pulled him into a warm embrace. He buried his face into the crook of Janus’ neck and sniffed.

Janus softly hugged back, and rubbed his back. He genuinely felt worried for Patton, he wanted to reassure him as much as he possibly could.

“And you? How are you?” Patton asked him, after staying silent for some minutes. Janus looked down at him, smiling a little.

“Maybe better than you all. It’s not that negative for me, I have been accepted and it feels nice. However I know that it wasn’t inconsequential. That is why I wanted to check on you first. I know that it was difficult for you to trust me.”

Patton hummed a little in agreement, and pulled him closer. He needed comfort, and Janus was good at providing some.

“It wasn’t a good moment, yeah.. But I know you only want Thomas’ well being, like all of us.. It may take time for the others to notice it, but I truly think that Thomas needs you. He needs you in his life, because you are here to make sure he takes care of himself. You embody a lot more than Deceit, just like I embody more than just Thomas’ morality..” Patton told him, as he looked at Janus with a compassionate smile.

Janus smiled back, genuinely feeling touched by what Patton just said.

“Thank you Patton. I do appreciate it.” he replied with a soft voice.

“Of course. Roman may be the one to take time to accept it, but he will with Virgil’s help. Virgil knows what you’ve been through to be accepted..” Janus chuckled a little at that, again. Patton noticed it, and looked at him with a confused glance.

“I apologize, I wasn’t mocking you. It’s just that Virgil doesn’t really appreciate me, I think we can say that he hates me as much as Roman hates me.” Patton looked surprised at this.

“Really? Why?” he asked.

“Some things that happened at the Dark Sides.” Janus replied simply. Patton nodded, Janus may not want to talk about it right now.

“Okay.. Anyway, they will accept you one day.. I know my kiddos, I know they will.”

There was a calm silence between them, before Patton smiled softly.

“You give good hugs..” he stated. It was true, Janus’ hugs were warm and he could fall asleep at any given moment. He didn’t even realize that he had stopped sobbing.

“Thank you. Years of training. Remus is very clingy.” Patton chuckled.

“Roman is too. Does Virgil hug you?” he asked, wanting to know how it was to live with Virgil at the Dark Sides.

Janus shook his head no. “He never touched me, as a child, I think he was scared by my scales. He then started to despise me. He never touched Remus neither.” he explained with a shrug.

“They’re beautiful.” Patton said, without realizing that he did.

“… Remus and Virgil?”

“Your scales.” The moral side replied, with a soft almost loving (according to Janus) smile.

He stayed silent for a second, waiting for something that could tell him that Patton had lied, before smiling back.

“Thank you.”

“Of course.” Patton buried his face again into Janus’ neck. “So.. Virgil never hugged you?”

“Never.”

“Oh..”

“Oh?” Janus repeated, a little confused by his reaction.

“He did hug me once.” Patton explained. “He then told me to never say it in front of the others, because he didn’t want Roman to tease him. I think Roman knows that he likes hugs now though.” he shrugged a little.

“How about Logan?” Janus asked, curious, but mostly mesmerized by Patton’s calm voice.

“Logan isn’t really fond of touch. He is the one who tell us that hugs are important to spend a good day, but he never hugged someone. I hug him at least once a day, but he pulled away after one or two minutes. His hugs are nice though.” Patton replied.

“It’s funny how you can tell who gives the best hugs.” Janus noticed with a small chuckle.

“I never tried to hug Remus..”

“Oh, I can assure you that he will try to hug you one day. He always tried to hug Roman or Virgil. From what he had told me after trying, Roman started screaming and Virgil just pushed him away.”

“I don’t know why but I’m not surprised..” Patton chuckled lightly.

“I can tell you’re not.” Janus replied with a smile while caressing his hair.

Patton hummed in content and stayed in his embrace, leaning into his hand.

“Can you stay here?”

“Of course not.” Janus lied.

“Is that a lie?”

“Yes.” Patton smiled softly.

He felt better to know that Janus was going to stay. His company reassured him a lot. Both of their heart had fluttered, but none of them decided to say something about it. They just stayed in this warm embrace, listening to each other’s calm breath.

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Welp, it was nice to write that! I promise the next one would be a little happier though :) Thank you so much for all the feedback I've got for the previous day !

[blueaura]

Lost and Found Ch. 5

A/N: Since I was late with the last chapter, I tried to get this one done as soon as possible. We finally get a little bit of Cas as well as some brotherly moments between Sam and Dean. Thanks to everyone who’s read it this far. As always, any tips and suggestions are welcome. Feedback would be amazing. Thank you and happy reading!

Summary: Sam and Dean meet a young hunter who is a little rough around the edges and they reluctantly take her under their wing. But she might be a little more connected to them that any of them realise.

Word Count: 2k

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Dean found himself at the bar after he stormed out of the motel room. He was angry, which wasn’t a big surprise since anger was practically Dean Winchester’s default setting. What was a surprise was the fact that Dean was scared shitless. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt so out of control.

Fear was a constant in Dean’s life, it wasn’t like this was a new feeling. Hell, fear kept him alert during hunts. It was healthy, even, in his profession. But this wasn’t the fear that came with hunting a monster or facing the devil. This was like the time Sam had ran away on his watch and he couldn’t find him. Or like when Dad had left him in that boys’ home with no guarantee that he was coming back. This was the kind of fear where he was completely helpless and didn’t know what to do to make things better.

He took a sip of his beer and realised he needed something way stronger if he was to compose himself before facing his brother and Y/N again.

Y/N.

He didn’t know how to deal with this new complication in his life. He remembered his time with Sandra, remembered how she had cut him off after their last time together even though they had been pretty consistent with keeping in touch before then. Could she really have hid something so big from him? His grip tightened over the bottle as anger coursed through his veins at the thought of her hiding this from him. He latched onto that anger. Anger was safe, this he knew how to handle.

“Can I get a whiskey next sweetheart? Make it a double,” he didn’t even look at the pretty bartender behind the counter, staring intently at the beer in his hand instead.

“Rough night?” she asked as she handed him a glass half filled with whiskey.

“Something like that,” he replied, taking the glass and immediately downing it in one go.

“You wanna talk about it?” she eyed him as she refilled his glass.

Dean looked at her. She was pretty, someone he would usually not think twice about taking home. In fact, on a normal night he would have already had her spread out in the backseat of baby by now. But this wasn’t a normal night, and so he ignored her ‘fuck me’ eyes and instead shook his head as he sipped on his second glass of whiskey. Better to pace himself unless he wanted to show up at the motel drunk and freak Y/N out more than she already was.

His phone rang and he looked at the caller ID – Cas. He suddenly felt a pang of guilt as he remembered he’d promised to call him after the case ended. Cas wasn’t taking the whole ‘being on the bench’ thing too well and was more worried than usual about Sam and Dean so they had tried to keep him updated to assuage his fear.

“Cas,” he tried to keep his voice even, “Hey man, sorry we didn’t call. We’re alright.”

“What’s wrong?” Cas always knew when Dean was bullshitting him. For someone who barely knew social cues, he was more in tune with Dean’s emotions than Dean himself was. It was freaky but he guessed it was a side effect of the whole ‘raising him from perdition’ deal.

Dean considered lying but he knew it was pointless. He sighed loudly as Cas waited for him to talk patiently. Looking around the packed bar, he decided to head out before having this conversation. Throwing a few bills on the counter to cover his drinks, he quickly thanked the bartender and walked to his car.

“It wasn’t vampires,” Dean tried to deflect. “It was a family of shifters. Y/N and I got caught and Sammy came in and saved the day.”

“Dean,” Cas said in that infuriating tone which always got on Dean’s nerves. Clearly deflection wasn’t working.

“Sammy is under the impression that I may have a daughter,” Dean blurted out quickly.

Cas was silent for a moment, taking in what Dean was saying.

“Well, is it such a surprise? You engage in a lot of sexual activity from what I’ve heard,” Dean didn’t know if Cas was joking or just being Cas.

“Dude, seriously, what the hell! Why does everyone think I’m stupid enough to forget a condom? I’m not irresponsible!”

“You do realise that no protection is a 100% effective Dean,” Cas sounded amused, “But, who is the girl you think you fathered?”

“Not me, Sammy,” Dean growled out.

Cas waited.

“Y/N. It’s Y/N,” Dean finally mumbled.

“The hunter you met on the case?” Cas was surprised. “That doesn’t seem odd to you? Meeting a hunter who is potentially your offspring on a case, while we’re supposed to be dealing with the darkness?”

Dean paused. “You think this is what – some kind of a trick?”

“It does seem like too much of a coincidence, Dean, don’t you think?”

“No,” he said after considering the situation. “And even if it is, Y/N is not involved. There is just no way. She was more shocked when Sam said it than I was. Unless she’s the best teenage actress on the entire fucking planet, there’s no way you fake a reaction as strong as that.”

Perhaps the intensity in his voice surprised Cas, because he didn’t say anything for a long time while Dean got his anger in check. He didn’t care who he was to her, he was already protective over the kid. The thought of her being used for some plot against them set his blood on fire. He wouldn’t lose anyone like he did Charlie ever again – never.

“I didn’t say the child was involved, Dean,” Cas said slowly, as if scared of incurring Dean’s wrath. “I only meant to bring up the possibility that if anyone on either side knew about her, the child might be in danger. Be careful. Please.”

Dean calmed down immediately at that. Cas was just looking out for him, like he always did.

“I don’t know how anyone could have known. Hell, I don’t even actually know yet. It’s just speculation, Cas. It’s not like we can waltz in and get a paternity test. I’m supposed to be legally dead.”

He had hated when the kid had pointed it out, but she made sense.

“If I could perhaps see the child, get a good look at her soul, I would be able to confirm it for you,” Cas said thoughtfully. He knew Dean’s soul like the back of his hand. He would recognise a piece of it anywhere.

“Alright, one – stop calling her ‘child’ Cas, she’s not a toddler. And B, you’re still recovering. You need to concentrate on healing. We can live a few more days without knowing.”

“This is something I can do Dean. Let me. It doesn’t require me exerting myself and it would help you. Bring her to the bunker, I’ll be here.”

Dean knew Cas wouldn’t budge. He detested ‘not being useful’.

“Fine. I’ll talk to Sam and Y/N about it and we’ll head your way if she decides to join us,” he conceded.

“What? No, Dean. You need to bring her here. She could be in danger,” Cas stressed out.

“I’ll figure something out. I can’t force her to come or she’ll never trust me again Cas. Kid’s already hesitant to accept help. If we rush her, we’ll lose her for good.”

Dean wasn’t happy about it, but he knew better than to push her. He remembered kids at his short stint in the boy’s home, how guarded they were. He knew she’d had it worse and it killed him to think about it, so he pushed it to the back if his mind.

“Alright Dean. See you soon then,” Cas said.

“Yeah buddy. You rest up, alright? If we’re going to do this, you need to regain your strength first.”

“Bye Dean.”

He hung up as he was pulling up outside the motel. After parking the car, he walked to their room for the night hoping to take a shower. He hadn’t been able to after the hunt and had received more than a couple of odd looks at his appearance while at the bar. Still made an impression on the bartender, he thought smugly, opening the door and then promptly freezing at the sight in front of him.

Y/N was sleeping with her head in Sam’s lap as he sat next to her, still stroking her hair. She had clearly been crying and even Sam’s eyes looked a little red.

Sam looked up when the door opened, his hand immediately going for his gun before he saw Dean and relaxed. He looked at Y/N and gently lifted her head, placing it on the pillow, before motioning to Dean to step back outside.

“What the hell happened,” Dean immediately snapped at his brother as soon as the door closed behind them. Sam took a laboured breath, not reacting to Dean’s anger.

“We talked. She’s scared Dean. I don’t know what exactly happened in her life but it was bad. Bad enough that she hyperventilated at the thought of having to go to school. And not in the normal teen angst kind of way. It was – She’s had it rough, man.”

Dean pulled at his hair. “How am I supposed to fix this, Sammy? I don’t know the first thing about being a dad! Let’s be honest, we didn’t have the greatest example of one.”

Sam was surprised. Dean usually didn’t admit Dad’s faults. He watched as Dean paced in the corridor.

“A daughter, Sammy,” Dean’s voice broke as he finally allowed himself to feel the overwhelming panic that he’d been pushing down the entire night.

“Dean? Hey! De, calm down,” Sam gripped his shoulders, making him stop.

“What the hell are you talking about man? You practically raised me! It’s gonna be a challenge and you’re probably gonna screw up along the way but you’re gonna do right by that kid. I know this because I know you. I know how good you are at this because I saw it first-hand. We’re gonna figure this out and we’re gonna do it together – like we always do.”

Sam didn’t remember the last time his brother had let himself be this vulnerable in front of him. Dean had always been the rock, the adult. He watched as Dean slowly got himself under control and patted his neck to assure him that he wasn’t alone. Dean nodded, getting rid of the remaining anxiety in his body. He could do this. He had to. He’d missed out on fifteen years already.

“We need to take her to the bunker with us. Tell me you managed to get through to her?” Dean almost pleaded with Sam.

“I don’t know man. I tried, and I think I made some headway but I don’t know if she’s gonna agree to come with us so soon.”

Sam didn’t get the urgency in Dean’s expression and figured there was probably more to the story. So, he asked him.

“Cas thinks she might be in danger. That it wasn’t just a coincidence that we found her on the same hunt as us. Sammy, if anyone got wind of this…” Dean trailed off as a look of absolute terror came over his face. Sam felt the fear in his bones too, but for once he had to be the rock. So, he steeled himself and gripped Dean’s shoulder tighter, grounding him.

“We’ll figure it out. We’ll keep her safe,” he promised.

“Keep me safe from what?”

Dean looked behind Sam and saw Y/N standing in the doorway with her arms crossed over her chest as she looked at them for an answer.

Dean looked back at his brother and his face reflected the same thought that was currently running through Dean’s head. Shit. Chapter 6

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[littlestarlost]

what happened.

All this hunger is Always following us Out where we survive under poisonous skies They’re dreaming, but nobody’s sleeping Just coked hearts speeding See all the gold teeth gleaming See all the young, healthy free men Just move into nothing

(CW: discussion of mental health, trauma, PTSD)

A version of this post has been sitting in my drafts folder for ten months. I know this, because I originally began to write it around late January, just in time for the one-year mark to have passed since I’d last updated Setting Sun. When I posted that most recent update, I had just turned 30 years old, and I promised that it would not be another year before the next update. I wanted, so badly, for that to be true. In hindsight, it’s honestly better that I failed to keep that promise; I fear it might have exacerbated the damage that’s already been done, and made the healing process that much harder.

It’s been nearly two years. I want to talk about what happened.

I first began to write about Yuuri Katsuki and Victor Nikiforov because I recognized myself so keenly in them; Yuuri’s high-achieving anxiety and imposter syndrome, and Victor’s quietly functional depression. When I found YOI, I was in grad school; I was winning awards, the top of my class, and utterly terrified that it was all a sham. Being able to channel those emotions through these characters helped me realize my own greatness, to embody it and walk with confidence and bravado. It allowed me to go into my post-degree job search with my head held high, trusting that all the lessons I had learned would lead me to professional success. Yuuri and Victor walked through life with me, two shadows of my own psyche, two people who helped me understand myself.

The first few months of the job were fine. Then things became less than fine, and then continued to descend into the kind of mundane nightmare that only multinational corporate legal firms could manifest. Setting Sun, a story about love and self-acceptance and joy, began to twist around in on itself. I don’t want to go into detail, but suffice to say that I spent nearly two years being gaslit and abused, told I was worthless, constantly having panic attacks as I desperately tried to exert control over things that were way over my head. My body betrayed me; I was in so much pain I couldn’t walk, so stressed I couldn’t bring myself to eat unless I’d smoked weed to calm the nausea. I began to believe that I had peaked in grad school, that I was fooling myself, that I was going to be trapped in that cubicle for the rest of my life, doing grunt work without challenge or interest, in the kind of workplace where you get reported to HR for sighing too loudly. That is a thing that actually fucking happened to me; nobody asked why I might be sighing, and nobody stopped by to check in when I spent most days in tears. This was a place where less than half the people in the room put up their hands when asked if they had ever been creative as kids. This was a place where I almost never got to see the sun.

Because I was massively overqualified and even more massively underworked, I spent a lot of 2018 writing fanfic--my zine pieces, my zutara pieces, all sorts of creative things. I also began to write horror AUs; two stories, in particular, gained a fair amount of traction on this particular platform. When I look back now, I see them for the coping mechanisms that they were; in the case of the crossroads AU, where Yuuri is willing to sell his soul to the devil just to escape his commute, it wasn’t even particularly subtle. I poured all my energy into creative pursuits; it’s been my outlet my whole life, and for a while it helped. By the time I hit the SCP-9874 AU, I burned out so profoundly and utterly that it destroyed my relationship to YOI and cauterized the pieces. SCP-9874 was one of the most creative things I’ve ever done, but it also involved what is, in hindsight, a shocking level of violence and horror inflicted on these characters who were such a close part of me. I was doing this to them because I was hurting, all the time. I now recognize it as the cry for help that it was, and to this day I fantasize about taking down all the SCP-9874 posts and excising that portion of my legacy as much as possible.

I wrote Setting Sun’s 21st chapter in honour of my 30th birthday, in late January of 2019. Somehow, at the time, I didn’t realize how rough it was. How much it implied about me and how I was doing. How much it reflected the true extent of the damage I was suffering. I left Victor and Yuuri in an abandoned apartment with more questions than answers and more regrets than they or I had ever thought possible, and I thought, somehow, that this was a good turning point. Little did I know at the time that the worst was still to come.

I was able to finally escape that toxic office last October, when I found a new job that paid nearly double and was everything I wanted to do in life and more. But  Yuri on Ice hurt too much to think about, even as time marched forward and I began to heal. I had PTSD flashbacks to the old office; I dealt with echo upon echo of terror that everything would fall away to reveal I was trapped in the same old nightmare again. In January 2020, I actually took a few days off for my birthday and reread Setting Sun from the beginning, and I’d somehow forgotten how funny it is, how sweet it is, how hopeful. I had completely forgotten; it had been burned away by twenty months of agony. That realization hurt more than all the other ones put together, I think. I had a good long cry over that.

Fast forward to now, and people have started to find Setting Sun again. They’ve found it on and off in the months since I updated, and for a very long time I would read the truly lovely comments people wrote--thanking me for writing it, hoping I’d come back someday, wishing me well wherever I was--and I would dissolve into tears because I just...couldn’t. I couldn’t bear to go back to this story that I could no longer recognize myself in. And nowadays, when new commenters come, I will warn them about that last chapter I wrote, because I can recognize it as the outlier it is.

But something has very recently changed.

I couldn’t necessarily tell you exactly what. Maybe it’s that I passed the one-year mark at my new job, and the last of the poison has finally been excised. Maybe it’s because I’m looking at all my writing with new eyes as I prepare to try doing this for a living. Maybe it’s because it’s 2020, and the rules aren’t really relevant anymore. I don’t know. But I can say that, two weekends ago, I opened Setting Sun, and realized that it didn’t seem impossible anymore. I realized that the boys had been through more than enough. We’ve been through more than enough. We deserve the happy ending I always planned to give them, going back four whole years when I first planned out this massive weird tale.

It’s been a very long time. It’s been exactly long enough.

I can’t promise exactly when the final chapter of Setting Sun will arrive. I’m walking back onto previously thin ice, and my footsteps are more than a little hesitant, so as not to cause any undue cracks. But I can remember the joy and humour and fun again; I can conceive of jokes and silliness and sweetness again. My playlist is filling up again, with songs of hope and love instead of anguish and sorrow. The Yuuri and Victor who sit inside my heart are skating; the music is carrying them, the wind is rushing past their ears, their feet feel light again and they want to jump and take flight and make beautiful things.

I have bookended this post with lyrics from a song that’s been on the maybe list for Setting Sun for nearly as long as Setting Sun has existed. It’s a song I love quite profoundly, a song that means a lot to me personally, but I could never manage to make it fit. It’s a song about running away to the big bright city, about being broken on the world’s wheel, and about realizing you just want to go home. It’s a song that’s ostensibly about the tragedy of this process, but right now I’m sitting at my desk, listening to the line I, I, I wanna go back, back, back, back, with grateful tears running down my face, and I’m realizing that it’s not part of Yuuri’s story, nor Victor’s; it’s part of mine. Home may never be the same as when you left, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t waiting for you with open arms.

So that’s what happened.

Put my body on a wagon And carry me off to the ocean Let me float on into the eastern sun Out where tomorrow has just begun Where I used to be wild, back in my time Now I just fight to sleep at night So render me up into the elements Lay me in a light that I can trust Lay me in a light that I can trust Lay me in a light that I come from...

(Gold Teeth, by Hey Rosetta!)

[7-wonders]

You Say I’m in Love

Summary: Michael makes his rescue with his unexpected ally in tow, and HBIC Madison Montgomery whittles away at your willpower to continue surviving.

Word Count: 2444

A/N: The long-awaited next chapter of Mad Love! As always, feedback is appreciated, and if you enjoyed, I would love if you left a like, comment, or reblog. Enjoy :)

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 | Chapter 16 | Chapter 17

Two weeks in captivity comes with little fanfare; a daily changing of the guard is the only sort of notification that you receive, along with Madison Montgomery’s foray into your prison cell to verbally and, a new addition in the past couple of days, physically harass you. Although it’s nothing too serious, just a little pushing and shoving that occasionally turns into something a little harsher, it chips away at whatever remains of your morale. At this point, you’re not sure that there is anything left in that respect.

A choked groan escapes your mouth as you’re slammed against the wall by an unseen force, almost as if to illustrate your point. It’s laughable that you’ve thought of Michael as the “blond devil,” because with the way that Madison is standing across from you with a cruel smirk on her face and a cigarette poised between her fingers, she owns that title. You slide down to your knees, attempting to regain your breath and breathe through what you’re sure is a cracked rib. However, you’re given barely a moment to recover before being hauled up to your feet again, this time with Madison’s hand gripping the roots of your hair.

“You know, you disgust me,” she hisses, watching with unfettered glee as you wince in pain.

“Yes, you’ve made that very clear in the past couple of days.”

“When the cat’s away, the mouse will play.”

“So you’re scared of Mallory, then?” She releases you suddenly, eyes full of fire as she glares at you. Obviously, you’ve hit a nerve by bringing up the younger woman who’s next in line for the Supremacy (yeah, you’ve eavesdropped, but what else is there to do here?). Hot, blinding white light explodes in your field of vision, and it takes you a moment to realize you’ve been punched. Another moment, and you conclude that she made you punch yourself. “Fuck, I throw a mean punch.”

“You’ve never asked me why you disgust me,” Madison notes.

“That’s because I don’t care.” A drop of blood blooms on the floor, and you pinch your nose and tilt your head back to stop the blood from flowing more.

“I’ll never understand how somebody could be in love with the Antichrist.”

You unexpectedly let out a sharp laugh, the sound coming out as more of a wheeze as you grab at your ribs in discomfort. “I’m not in love with Michael!”

Madison looks like she thinks you’re obviously lying, and you scoff.

“I’m not! Like, I love him, sure, but as a friend!”

“I can’t tell if you’re lying or just insanely blind.”

“Thirty seconds ago you were making me beat myself up, and now you’re trying to describe my feelings to me?”

Madison rolls her eyes. “If you didn’t love him, you wouldn’t be resisting helping us take him down.”

“You want to kill him! I can’t let you do that. Like I told Cordelia, he’s my friend.” Madison takes a step towards you, making you flinch in anticipation. “Where is your Supreme, anyways? Shouldn’t she be here to keep you in check?”

“Cordelia’s away, and since Myrtle’s an old bat, I’m in charge.” Makes sense why you’ve only been beaten up in the past couple of days, then.

“Well, your good witch, bad witch routine isn’t exactly working, and it’s obvious that Michael’s not coming for me. You gonna put me out of my misery and kill me, or do you want to beat me up some more before that?”

Madison narrows her eyes, and you steel yourself in preparation. “You wanna know how I know you’re in love with the Antichrist who you’re so sure is not going to rescue you? It’s the way that you look when he’s mentioned. Your eyes get all soft, and then you look like you’re waiting for him to come in and sweep you away.”

“Yeah, because I’m desperate to get out of here!”

“What about how fast you come to his defense? That’s not just friendship.”

You look at Madison like she’s crazy. “Yes, it is.”

“This is the first time you’ve ever been in love.” It’s not a question. “I know you have this idealized version of what it’s like to be in love with a person. You’re expecting there to be this big ‘aha’ moment, sparks and instant connection and love at first sight. It’s not like that, though. It’s the little things that make you realize that you’re in love.

“When you can say anything, no matter how dumb you think it may be, and you know they won’t laugh at you. You can see their face when you close your eyes, feel their arms around you even after they’re done holding you. Their presence eases any pain, and you can just truly be yourself without fear of ridicule. It’s a slow realization, not at all like what you’ve read about or seen in movies. It doesn’t surprise me that you haven’t come to that conclusion yourself.”

You’re silent, face stone-cold as you digest the verbal blows that Madison just laid on you. She’s not right, that’s ridiculous. There’s no way that you’re in love with Michael. He’s...dependable, and can make you laugh even when you feel like crying, but so what? Maybe you do get to say things without fear of judgement, his smile whenever you make a dumb joke bringing butterflies to your stomach. You’re absolutely certain that you’re not in love with Michael...almost.

Madison smirks, knowing that this has gotten to you more than any punch or shove could. “I pity you, really. You’re pathetic.”

With a short laugh, she saunters out of your cell. The door clangs shut behind her, the sound barely registering in your brain. The only thing that resounds in your head:

Are you in love with Michael?

//

“I swear, Mallory, that if this is some sort of trap, I will not hesitate to brutally and painfully murder you and every single witch I can get my hands on.” The threat is blunt, although Mallory would expect nothing less from the Antichrist standing next to her. 

“You really think I wouldn’t have already had the witches ambush you if this was a trap?”

“Pardon me for not exactly trusting you right now.”

Michael really can’t be blamed for his apprehensiveness right now. Honestly, Mallory had been preparing herself to be tortured or killed after Michael got the information that he wanted. It was a gamble for her to go rogue in the first place, and it was a near-miracle that she had actually been listened to when she showed up on his doorstep last night. After hurriedly explaining herself, and being more shocked that Michael actually listened to her (maybe (Y/N) is a good influence on him), a hasty game plan had been established. And by “game plan,” it was really just Mallory stopping Michael from running to rescue (Y/N) without any sort of idea of what he was going to do.

“I just need you to trust me until we get (Y/N), then you can hate me.”

He glances at the rising Supreme with suspicion. “Why do you want to help, anyways? You’re the reason (Y/N)’s in this situation in the first place.”

“Because I was stupid and naive for going along with whatever Cordelia told me to do. I should have backed out the moment that we actually became friends, but I didn’t. That’s going to remain one of my biggest regrets; that I didn’t stop this situation from happening in the first place.”

Michael knows that she’s being serious; those big, dark eyes of hers hide no secrets. Still, he can’t help himself from harboring a fair amount of resentment. “(Y/N) trusted you, Mallory.”

“You think I don’t know that?” Mallory yells, making Michael stop in surprise. “You don’t think I saw the betrayal in her eyes when her fucking car crashed and I was the last person she saw before she passed out? Or how she reacted when she woke up and saw that her eyes really hadn’t deceived her? I used to look up to Cordelia, and I would gladly have followed her to the ends of the Earth before this mess. She teaches us that the sisterhood we have with our fellow witch is the most sacred of all bonds, but she’s wrong. The secrets, the lies, the anger? That’s not sisterhood. What I have with (Y/N) and Kate is sisterhood.”

Mallory takes a deep breath, reining in the anger that Michael wasn’t aware she was capable of.

“Let’s just finish this, and then you can kill me and be on your way.”

Michael shakes his head. “Oh, I’m not gonna kill you.”

“You’re not?”

“Not unless (Y/N) asks me to.”

They reach an unassuming looking set of storage units, and Mallory pulls a key from her pocket and unlocks the front gate. “Far enough away that you weren’t able to trace us, but close enough that we wouldn’t have to use transmutation to get here.”

“You were planning this out for some time then?” Michael tries to act like he doesn’t care what the answer will be, but Mallory knows that this is all just evidence that he’s cataloguing.

“A few months.”

Michael confidently strides to the first unit, holding his hand out and busting open the lock with a flash of sparks. “Stay here.”

“What? Why would I stay here? I’m going with you!”

He looks back at Mallory, who shudders when she sees the definition of a devilish grin on his face. “Wouldn’t want you to inadvertently end up as a casualty.”

//

It starts with a scream.

You’re jolted awake (you hadn’t even realized that you’d fallen asleep) by a sharp noise from far away. Dismissing it as a chair squeaking or a dog yelping, you roll over on the mattress and close your eyes again. Your attempt at sleep is thwarted when you hear the noise again, only closer this time. Now, you’re certain that what you’re hearing is screaming. Sitting up, your heart hammers in your chest as more screaming is heard, accompanied by sounds of banging. 

The commotion slowly gets closer and closer, making you begin to feel like a character in a horror movie. You had thought that nothing could frighten you more than being kidnapped and forced to marry the Antichrist, but this might just top that fear. Glancing around, you realize that there’s no sort of weapon that could protect you if this is finally the witches coming to kill you. As a last resort, you press yourself to the wall facing the door in an attempt to catch whoever may come inside in a sneak attack.

An eerie silence falls upon the cell, your ears ringing from the sudden lack of noise. Then, a sound akin to a cannon exploding momentarily deafens you as the door goes flying off of its hinges. You shriek and cover your face, hesitantly lowering your arms when the door clatters near the mattress that’s been yours for two weeks. 

“Michael?” Disbelief colors your tone, sure that the blond in front of you is merely an illusion. After all, the witches had used illusions to trick you before; why not do it to fully shatter any willpower you may still have?

“(Y/N),” Michael gasps. The intimidating demeanor that he had upon breaking into the room melts away as he races towards you, concern evident on his face. You begin to shake as he grabs you by your shoulders, realizing that he’s real and here and that all of your wishful thinking has finally come true.

“Michael, I-I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have...I didn’t mean--”

“Shh,” Michael quiets your tearful words, eyes scanning you and filling more and more with anger as he notices the blood and the various cuts on your body. “Who did this to you? Which one of those witches dared to lay a hand on you?”

“Madison.”

His nostrils flare, but he focuses on what’s important and pulls you to him in a hug. “Don’t worry, they won’t ever hurt you again.”

“Did you...kill them?”

“I did what had to be done.”

You nod, allowing yourself to sink into the hug. “This is the first time you’ve ever hugged me first, you know.”

Michael laughs, kissing the top of your head for a long moment. “Don’t worry, this won’t be the last time.”

“Promise?” You look up at him, and your heart aches when you see that he’s crying. “Yeah, I promise.” He pulls away from you, but remains touching you. “Do you think you can walk out, or do you want me to carry you?”

“I can walk.”

Michael leads you to the door, stopping right before reaching the hallway. “I’m going to caution you and say that the carnage may be a lot for you to handle. I...lost control when they started trying to attack me, and may have engaged in a bit of overkill.”

“I’ll be able to handle it, Michael.” Just walking down the hallway, however, reveals the white concrete walls splattered in copious amounts of blood. You shudder, choosing to bury your face in Michael’s shoulder so as not to actually see any bodies and letting him lead you out of your prison.

The sunlight burns your eyes when you emerge, and you blink furiously to regain your vision. When the black spots do clear from your eyesight, you see another figure waiting for you.

“What the fuck? Mallory?”

She sheepishly waves at you. “You told me to do something about it, and so I did. I’m just sorry that it took me so long to come to my senses.”

Mallory tries to take a step forward, but becomes frozen by an unseen force. Michael has a hand raised ahead of him, glowering at the witch in front of him.

“You’re lucky that I don’t kill you right now, little witch. The only reason I’m sparing your life is because you helped me find (Y/N). If I find you plotting against me ever again, however, I will kill you.” His hand flexes, and Mallory falls forward. “Get out of my sight before I change my mind.”

Mallory wants to say more to you, but Michael looks deadly serious about his threat. Within a second, the new Supreme is gone.

“Now,” Michael smiles softly, “let’s go home.”

Home. The comforts of your physical home are appealing to you on a level that they never have before, but standing in Michael’s embrace, you realize that you already are home.

//

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[lillianasrose]

I fucking love you

Mistakes were a common factor in your life. Of course everyone makes mistakes, they’re easy. But this was the worst one ever. The pregnancy test sat on the counter blinking one single word at you, positive. It was one of many laying around in various places. It was one of those fancy electronic ones, the only one you couldn’t brush off as a ‘cheap dollar store stick that got in wrong most of the time.’ There also was the fact of the small baby bump you were sporting. You hadn’t realized until that woman at the gym walked up to you.

“Good for you mommy, keeping fit.” she had touched your stomach and you had almost tripped on the treadmill, “So when’s it due.” you slowed to speed down.

“What?” You had asked. Who the fuck was this lady to randomly walk up to you and touch you.

“Well your baby.” She had laughed, “That’s at least a three month bump.” your heart stopped then at the gym and you looked down at yourself, you hadn’t realized, you were trying so hard to deny it.

“April maybe.” You had gone to the store and bought a pregnancy test, it was the first of several each time you wished the result would change. Adam had been gone for 3 months, it had been three months since that stupid party.

You were drinking of course you were drinking A) it was a party, in your own apartment complex. B) You were sad, Adam was leaving for some unknown amount of time to be in this movie, you had been helping him pack his suitcase. He was your neighbor and your best friend. He could you not miss the perverted goofball?

“Y/N!” Adam called out to you from...somewhere. Speak of the handsome devil, “Squish,” He caught you around the waist bringing you to the stairs, “Shit your drunk. How much did you have?”

“Enough to to not miss you.” You pouted up at him, “You're too tall, I can’t kiss you.” you mumbled

“What was the last of that?” He asked, smiling down at you, trying to hear over the loud music.

“Mhhmm.” Adam hauled you up, wedding style, bringing you up the stairs.

“You have your keys, Squish?” he asked. You shook your head no.

“They’re at your house.” He groaned and kicked the door opposite to your’s open.

“You are going to be the death of me Squis-” And you kissed him, a lot. What started at the door moved to the couch and ended up in his bed. When you woke up the next morning you were in one of his t-shirts, he was missing, the shower was running, and you bolted. You had shut your door when he knocked.

“Squish?” He asked, “You ok?” You were not ok, you had ruined everything. Things were going to be awkward now, you had lost your best friend. “Hey, Y/N, please just talk to me.”

“I’m fine Adam, don’t miss your flight.” You had said through the door.

“I’m not leaving till you come out here and talk to me.” your hands shook as you opened the door, "I'm so sorry." he whispered.

"What are you sorry for? I'm not mad at you, I'm just embarrassed, I came on to you, I took advantage of you."

"I mean i didn't not enjoy it." he laughed. You took in a deep breath of air.

"Still friends?" You asked. He paused and you know he wanted to tell you no. "Best friends?" he nodded, not looking you in the eyes. You had ruined your only friendship.

"I'll be home soon," he promised, "Keep an eye on my place?" he asked. You nodded smiling through your sadness.

"Be safe." you said, hugging him for the last time in a long time.

And Adam left, months later you realized you were pregnant. You were too scared to go to the doctor, you ate healthy, did light exercise, continued working at your job, you almost texted Adam a time or two but always deleted it immediately. Adam was still gone, guess that movie was a big break for him.

"Ah boo ra!" you stopped the stroller coming around to crouch beside it. "Ah boorada!" your seven month old was clapping, he loved going to the park and you enjoyed pushing him along on the running trails.

"What's up baby, hey!" you grabbed his little hand, he was still doing his little chant, "Seth, what's up baby."

"Seth?" A deep voice boomed in front you. You jumped up not recognizing it at first.

"Adam?!" you gasped, "Your back?"

"You had a baby?" he asked back.

"Yeah I did." You nodded.

xXx Adam was shell shocked. They had an amazing night together before he left about a year and a half….

"How old is he?" Adam asked, catching Y/N off guard. He started whimpering and she swiveled quickly to pick him up. She held him with his little head tucked onto her shoulder, patting his back.

"What are you doing, no no no. Oh I know I know sh shh sh, Seth baby it's ok. You're not even crying." She was trying to dig through a bag with one hand and Adam took the baby.

"Hey buddy." he said gently, bouncing him a bit, "Why are you crying?"

"Juju." he whined, "Juju!"

"I got your juju don't worry." she swooped in and Adam grabbed the stroller for her as she settled onto a bench with the baby.

"Y/N, whose baby is that?" Adam asked her. His heart was beating out of his chest, he hadn't seen her in so long and now here she was, just as beautiful as the day he left her behind, holding this cute little dark haired baby with her y/e/c eyes. Both her and the baby, now happily sucking on a bottle, were looking at him with those eyes.

"Well mine of course." she laughed, she was shaking.

"Whose the dad?" He asked. She froze and he knew from that point; him, he was the father. She wouldn't look at him.

"Adam I gotta go." he tried to stop her, "Seth has his seven month appointment, I really have to go but I will see you later when we get home." and she jogged away. Adam wanted to run after her, but had a better idea. Lucile just down the hallway from them always knew everything

xXx "Hey baby Seth." Dr. Luna came through the door, "Hey mommy!" she greeted me with an infectious smile.

"Hi."

"So let's talk about the little star of the show, how's he doing?" There was a knock on the door and one of the nurses came in followed by Adam. Dr. Luna stood to greet him. Seth laughed making grabby motions at Adam from his spot lying on the table. "You must be dad!" She smiled widely. Adam nodded coming to sit in the chair on the other side of Seth.

"Seth is doing really well." I answer. A bit nervous that Adam had showed up.

"How is the lactose free formula I recommend?"

"Euuullk!" He shrieked swinging his little arms and kicking his feet

"He doesn't really like it, but bad taste is better than tummy aches I suppose." I rubbed Seth’s little tummy.

"pffft!" Seth huffed at me and I stuck my tongue out at him. Adam chucked from his seat, “Baa!” Seth rolled onto his tummy staring at Adam.

"Expressive little thing!" Dr. Luna smiled, “Alright so is our little man trying to sit up on his own?”

“Well not really he-” He pulled his little legs under him and sat up clapping at Adam, “Just did for the first time.” Luna gasped,

“Yay baby Seth!!” She cheered, rolling over to play with his little covered foot. He was still clapping at Adam.

“Oo ra oo ra oo raa.”

“He talks quite a lot, he likes to mimic people.” I explained to the doctor, Seth was laughing uncontrollably and I looked over to see Adam playing with him, clapping along.

“Ok, that’s fantastic. Next time I see you, you'll be saying big people's words.”

“He’s getting pretty close, if you tell him something he will remember and come up with his own baby word for it. Cat is caca, dog is doo, plant is plah. Stuff like that.” I heard Adam make an over exaggerated gasp.

“You are so smart buddy!”  

“Exactly right dad, I think we are getting into a higher range of mental development. Does he recognize his own name?” She rolled back over to her computer.

“Seth?” He turned around to face me pointing at Adam.

“Ahra!” He said angrily before turning back around.

“He does!” Luna cheered, “Ok i’m going to go down my check list for the 8 to 9 month range, we may not have to do any more modified appointments. Afraid of strangers?”

“Definitely not.” Adam chimed in, “At least not from what i’ve seen, Y/N?” He asked, looking bashful at me. I smiled at him.

“No, he is very much not afraid of strangers. He’s a bit clingier to people he recognizes though.”

“That kinda checks two boxes, may need to kinda explain to him that strangers can be bad when he’s a bit older. Does he have a favorite toy?”

“It varies from day to day.”

“Alright, does he understand the word ‘no’ ?” Seth took in a deep breath and glared at her, “Chalk that up to a yes and he does not like it.” She said typing into her computer, “Makes lots of sounds, yes. Does he copy sounds and gestures you make?”

“Seth,” Adam called in a sing song way, Adam scrunched up his face funny and Seth copied him before giggling uncontrollably and falling back onto me, Adam lunged out of his seat trying to catch him and it hit the ground with a bang, which set Seth off crying. “I’m sorry I’m sorry!” Adam was chanting over and over. I picked Seth up, falling back hadn’t hurt him, it was just the noise.

“Shh shh, it’s ok.” I was trying to sooth both of the babies in the room, “Here,” I handed him over to Adam as the nurse righted the chair.

“I’m sorry buddy.” he was still saying.

“He’s ok Adam.” I told him gently, “He really doesn’t like loud noises. People talking loudly are ok but things like sirens, banging, construction, fireworks are a no go.” He was still crying and I tugged on Adam’s sleeve until he sat down next to me on the table. I rubbed Seth’s little head, “What are you doing baby, you're not crying you’re not even crying. You wanna come to mommy?” I asked, he huffed and clung on tighter to Adam.

“Oh it’s ok baby Seth I don’t like loud stuff either.” Dr. Luna smiled at me, “He’s obviously pointing at things. Seth,” She called when he was settled down, “Dad do you mind turning him around so I can look at his face?” She asked, Adam turned him and sat him in his lap, “Seth, watch.” She waved the brightly colored pencil then dropped it into her lap, “He’s following stuff with his eyes. If you per say, take something away from him or move something that he might want like a pacifier or a cup, does he come looking for it?”

“Our neighbor's cat will sometimes come in through the fire escape window to hide and Seth never fails to crawl around and track her down.” She cleaned the pencil really well and handed it to him.

“It’s unsharpened don't worry.” She smiled to Adam, “I just want to see how he plays.”

“Ooooo….BLAH!” He threw it away, at the nurse, beating on Adam’s hand on his stomach laughing, “Rada ra ra.” I dug into his baby bag, “Ra da ra.”

“Hey baby here.” I handed over his squishy pineapple.

“OOO-ah!”

“Very good,” Dr. Luna praised as he passed it around and chewed on it, “Passing things smoothly from hand to hand, picking and throwing things fairly well, can he hold onto things with his thumb and index finger, have you started giving him baby cereal.”

“He has an insane hate for baby cereal.” I responded, “But he grabs onto things you hand him fairly well.”

“I know he stands with support and bounces. Can he stand or try to stand on his own?” I shook my head no.

“Not unless he suddenly does it for Da-Adam again.” I smiled awkwardly. I didn’t know if I could call Adam dad, Dr. Luna had done it repeatedly and he hadn’t corrected her yet.

“Oh silly me, I just assumed-”

“I’m the dad.” Adam said quickly, “It’s a bit of an odd situation but I’m the dad.”  

“Oh.” Dr. Luna smiled, “Well I’m delighted someone stepped up, Y/N sure needed someone in her corner after everything.” Adam looked at me, worried.

“I’m fine.” I told him, “We’re fine.” I said rubbing Seth’s head.

“Ok, I am going to go check up on my patient in room B, give you two sometime to get him undressed so we can do the physical check up, and get his shots.” Dr. Luna smiled, I nodded.

“Thank you.”

“My pleasure, I am always happy to see you and Seth in my office at any time.” She patted my knee. Headed to the door. “Oh! I am so sorry I almost forgot to ask if he is still sleeping with his machine? There seemed to be some notes in his chart from a Dr. Lance, there was a problem?” I let out a sigh.

“He developed this sort of hiccup noise but he wasn’t hiccuping, Dr. Lance recommended we take him off the machine and just hook him up to a pulse oximeter, he’s been fine ever since.”

“No more breathing problems?” She asked, smiling wide. I shook my head no,

“No more problems.” I agreed.

“High-five Mama! You are doing great!” She told me, “I’m still going to listen to that lung extra closely but if my hunch is right we might have a complete turn around.” She left and I prepared myself for the questions from Adam.

“Y/N?” He asked, putting his hand on top of mine. “Squish you gotta talk to me, what the fuck happened?”

“Where do I start?” I sighed.

“Well obviosly we had sex and now we have a baby, I’m assuming he is mine.”

“Yes you are the only man I had sex with in the past two years, so most likly he is yours.”

“Why was he breathing funny, what machine and why did he need it?” I shuddered.

“I was almost nine months, I was headed home from the store in a cab when some asshole decided he was tired of waiting and ran the red light slamming into the cab we were in. I woke up in the hospital, no longer pregnant and the nurse ran to get the doctor, they told me that I had pushed the baby out naturally in the ambulance. We were fine except, I hit my head and Seth had a centimeter whole in his lung and some fluid. He was hooked up to a breathing tube when they brought him to me and they were feeding him through a tube. We were at the hospital for two weeks before they sent him home with me, he was on a breathing machine at night with a mask and now we just have a little meter that goes off if his breathing isn’t normal and if it beeps we hook him up to the breathing machine for a while.”

“Please tell me I can go kick that bastard’s ass.” I shook my head at Adam.

“He pulled me out of the car and rode in the ambulance with me, they said he sobbed the entire time in the waiting room, I have no grudge against him.”

“Uh-uh.” I looked down at Seth who dropped his pineapple on the floor, he was pointing at it looking at Adam, “Uh-uh Boo ra.” I laughed.

“I think that’s his name for you. Boo-ra.” Seth agreed clapping

“Boo ra boo ra!” Seth agreed Adam growled, picking Seth up over his head.

“You gotta say Daddy. Come on Dada, Daaadaaa.”

“Doodoo!”

“No not Doodoo, Dada. come on say Dada.” Seth reached down, smushing Adam’s face.

“Mye mye!”  

“Yeah Seth I’m all yours and Mommy’s…” my heart sputtered. Adam was looking at me with his huge brown eyes, “If she’ll have me?” He pouted, sticking his bottom lip out.

“Of course, I’m not gonna shut you out of Seth’s life.” I told him, he put Seth down wrapping his arm around me in a hug and holding onto Seth with the other arm.

“I should've been here.” He said, “I wish you had called me, texted me, something. I would have been here from the start.”  

“After all those crazy ex’s I heard about, How you thought at first somehow Hannah’s-”

“Ahhhht!” He covered Seth’s ears. “Don’t teach Seth satan’s name!”

“-baby was also yours, I couldn’t Adam I was so worried you would reject me, I thought I had already killed our friendship with my stupid crush.”

“Why would you think that?!” He looked taken aback.

“You totally refused to look at me, when I asked if we were still friends!” I gawked at him.

“Squish you little idiot,” He held Seth out in front of me, “You see this cute little shit, this is why I wouldn’t look at you that morning. I didn’t want to be your friend because I wanted the process that made him with you every second of every morning, evening, and night since the moment I first met you.”

“You had a crush on me too?” I asked getting up and laying Seth down to undress him.

“Nope, not a crush, not had. I was about five seconds of watching you dancing with all those guys that night from snatching you up and tying your ass to my bed and never letting you leave. I fucking love you.” I looked up at him.

“You can’t be serious.” I said in disbelief. He covered Seth’s eyes with one hand and snatched me up with the other arm kissing me, hard. He broke away from my lips to trail his mouth up my neck to my ear.

“I’m only stopping because the doctor’s coming back.” He whispered before nipping my ear, and setting me back down flat on my feet. I blushed hard and quickly finished undressing Seth.

“Alright!” She said walking back in, “Dad Im’a need you to hop up so I can measure how much little Seth is growing and we can get our shots.” 

[happykawa]

[ goldfish ] t.k

afsghjkdls ive got some writing juice i gotta use before it expires shdjhskj everyone’s 18+ and in college and this isn’t proofread sorry if its long

You help clean the volleyball court as the rest of the members pack their things. Today had been a fairly good day for training. Everything went smoothly, well, as smooth as things could go in the team. 

You say your goodbyes to your seniors before you head the opposite way with Tadashi and Tsukishima. 

“Say, y/n-chan,” Tadashi starts and you turn to him.

“Hm?”

 “How’s it going with your crush?” Tadashi asks, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. Tsukishima remains nonchalant, though he does turn to you.

You feel your ears turn pink and you look away, afraid your eyes may reveal something clandestine.

“Nothing, still. I haven’t gathered up the courage to confess.” You chuckle nervously, rubbing the back of your head. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Tsukishima look away in disinterest, and you feel your heart break a little. Just a little though.

Tadashi sighs. “Maybe if you just told us we could help you!” He pokes your side with his elbow.

“N-no, no thanks. I feel like that would just make things even more complicated, and I wanna do it on my own terms.” You give Tadashi an apologetic smile, letting your eyes glance over to a certain blond for a split second.

That was an understatement. Telling Tadashi would make things much much more complicated, considering your crush was none other than the snarky blonde on the opposite side of your small group.

“Okay, I can respect that.” 

The rest of the walk is silent, and Tadashi eventually branches off to his street, leaving you alone with the one and only Tsukishima.

You could never really pinpoint when you started having a crush on Tsukishima. Next to Tadashi, you’ve known him the longest, so it’s definitely hard to say when it exactly started, given all the time you’ve spent together.

However, if you were asked, you’d probably say sometime before high school. When you realised it, you were terrified to say the least. Falling for the crankiest person you know isn’t exactly ideal.

Furthermore, Tsukki never really showed interest in romance, so for all your years of friendship, you don’t know anything about his preferences or his tells.

Recently, you’ve grown hyper aware of your emotions, due to spending even more time with him as an assistant manager of the volleyball club. It’s quite the miracle that you’re not a tomato now given your close proximity to the him. 

“Oi, don’t think too much, you might use your last brain cell.” A cool voice breaks you out of your reverie.

You huff and pout. “Tsukishima, you’re so mean. I have more than one brain cell you know. I can afford to think.”

“I’m surprised you even have one left, with how you were looking earlier with physics.” He snickers.

You slap his arm. “Well not all of us have an unlimited supply, you know. I have to make do with what I have.”

“Two brain cells?” He snickers once again.

You roll your eyes playfully. “Yes, thank you very much.”

“Both working?”

“Okay, now that’s just mean.” You cross your arms over your chest. “I can’t help it if one of them decidedly thinks about–my crush.” You quickly save yourself the slip up of nearly saying ‘you’. You give yourself an internal pat on the back.

Seeing as you’ve entered the topic of your ‘crush’, you take the rare opportunity to subtly ask him about it. “Say, Tsukishima, if a girl were to confess to you, how would you want it to go, ideally?”

“I’d want her to make me king of the Japan, before gifting me with an Ankylosaurus army to take over the world with. Maybe a torture chamber for the king and the shrimp.”

You scoff. “That’s ridiculous, you can’t even ride an Ankylosaurus, how the hell would you use it to take over the world?”

You hear what you can only think of as a chuckle from Tsukishima. “It’s more plausible than the question you’re asking me. Of all the people, really. Do I look like a person who cares about that stuff?”

“Well, I just thought, you’re a guy, you ought’a know, right? I’m sorry for assuming the best of you.” You huff out again.

“It doesn’t matter anyway, it’s all gonna end the same anyway.”

“How’s that?”

He smiles positively, and your heart is filled with hope, confused hope, but hope nonetheless. 

“I’d happily reject them.” 

Your face falls. “You really are a horrible person.” You grumble.

“I don’t really care for romance. I think it’s useless and burdening, all that obligation and responsibility and for what? Just so you can feel validated by another person? I can do that for myself, and it’d be cheaper too. Plus, it’ll save me from all that nasty crying once we break up.” He replies coldly, and you feel your heart shatter. 

The way he says it doesn’t help. He says it with so much disdain that you can’t help but think about how stupid you are for thinking that that you could ever have a chance with him.

You manage to keep your tears in and your face straight. You can’t look him in the eyes without bursting so you opt for the road ahead of you instead. You feel relief as you catch sight of your house in the distance.

The walk there is filled with nothing but uncomfortable silence. Tsukishima has his headphones on and his face is the same.

‘So that’s how he feels…’ You can’t help but replay his words over and over in your head, and you feel your heart break every time. The only thing keeping the dam together was the embarrassment you now you’d feel if it were to break right now. 

With your house only a few paces away, you quicken your steps. “See you tomorrow, Tsukishima.” You manage to say goodbye without stuttering and you don’t dare look back, for fear that he’ll notice the welling tears in your eyes.

‘…useless and burdening…’

‘…it’ll save me from all that nasty crying once we break up…’

 You run through the door. Too focused on not sobbing, you don’t notice how Tsukishima’s gaze followed you as you ran, nor the concerned look in his eyes.

Turns out, you may have lied to Tsukishima. You didn’t see him the next day, or the day after that, or the rest of the week for that matter. Well, technically, you did. But you avoided all interaction with him at all costs. 

What he said really stung, and while you know it’s not really his fault maybe his parents’ but that’s for another story and it’s not exactly fair to just start ignoring him altogether, it’s also not fair that you fell in love with possibly the world’s most emotionally unavailable man but you aren’t complaining are you? Okay, maybe you are, but that’s besides the point. You’re not ready to face him yet, and you won’t until you are.

The classes you had together were spent with you surrounded by many other people. During volleyball practice, you always arrived when they were deep into training, and you left early as well, with the excuse of having to take care of your brother. You stopped walking home with Tadashi and Tsukishima.

Even during their breaks, you’d be so engrossed in something, be it homework or strategy that they couldn’t even disturb you, which they found strange since you never really were the most diligent student (read: you’re a known lazy ass).

All of the members, save for one particular blonde, tried to talk to you, but you simply waved it off as stress from school. None of them believed you, you know, but they got the message and decided against bothering you for more information.

It’s Saturday and your solid plan of sleeping in is effectively ruined by your phone ringing.

“I swear, I turned off all my alarms, who the fuck calls at–” you glance at your clock, “–six o’clock on a Saturday morning.”

You groan and grab your phone. For a moment you consider throwing it against the wall and going back to sleep.

“Hello, you’ve reached the Devil, how may I help you?” You croak. “Oh, you want to go to hell? Why, stay on this line and you will soon!” You hiss out and look at the caller ID.

SnarKei (+81) 22 37632

Okay, you admit, you feel a certain satisfaction at snarking him. Just a little.

“Aw, did someone wake up on the wrong side of the bed this morning?” He replies in a mocking cutesy voice. “Did the inevitable happen? Have you already been rejected?”

That stings you, and you mumble to yourself. “Something of the sort.” You’re not sure if he hears you though, and you really don’t care. Nope. Not. At. All.

You are met with silence, so you assume that he didn’t hear you, or else he most likely would have poked more fun at your still-bleeding wound.

“What do you want, Tsukishima?”

“Of course you’d forget. You have the memory of a goldfish.” Tsukishima comments bluntly. “We have Saturday training today, goldfish.”

“This early in the morning? Why don’t I remember this being announced?” You yawn and get up from bed.

“Yes, this early, because a big match is near. And you’d remember if, aside from your goldfish memory, you’d actually stayed until the end of training to hear announcements.” You can practically feel Tsukishima looming over you with his scary deadpan.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry. Tell coach I apologise for being late. I’ll be there in–” You yawn once more. “30 minutes.”

“Make sure you shower well. I can smell your stink from here.” Tsukishima’s infamous smirk pops in your mind and you subconsciously sneer. 

“You’re just smelling yourself.” You retort and end the call. You feel your heart ache, and sigh. At least it’s been reduced to a dull ache now, however troublesome.

‘I’m sure I’ll get over this. Maybe in a week or two.’  You think to yourself as you enter the shower.

You believe you just lied to yourself.

You hear no sound from the gym, and the lights are off. 

You check your watch just to be sure.

7:30 am

‘Okay, what the hell?’ You peek through the windows, maybe they’re practicing with the lights off? That wouldn’t explain the lack of squeaking shoes and balls dropping, though.

“You’re late.”

You jump and turn around. You’re ready to grab the pepper spray in your right boot when you identify the would-be-predator as Tsukishima.

“You scared me.” You breathe out, putting a hand on your racing heart in an attempt to calm it down. It doesn’t stop racing though.

Tsukishima feigns hurt. “What, with my beautiful voice?”

You roll your eyes and fight a smile. “Why’d you tell me there was training?”

“Because otherwise you wouldn’t have come and I wouldn’t find out why you’re avoiding me.” He states it as if he were talking about the weather, rather cheerfully. But you sense the hostility behind that cheerfulness, as any person would.

“I don’t know–” You start talking, but you stop as Tsukihima walks slowly towards you. He stops when he’s only a step away, and you’re suddenly extremely aware of your closeness and his unjust height advantage.

“…what you’re talking about.” You continue in a smaller voice, feeling yourself overwhelmed by Tsukishima’s presence and size. 

He continues to loom over and look down on you.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You tentatively look into his eyes, and immediately look away. His golden-brown eyes are intense, and you’re scared that if you look for a second more you won’t be able to look away.

“Because I don’t like liars.”

You snort instinctively. “That’s ironic. Part of your role is deceiving.”

He shrugs. “Deceiving and lying are two different things.”

“Lying is deceiving.” You point out. You don’t notice that you are able to meet his eyes as you challenge him.

“But deceiving is not always lying.” He smirks back, and the two of you get into a staring contest.

You stare into his eyes and you feel yourself getting lost. You look away first, afraid of what might happen or what you might say if you don’t. You fail to notice his faltering smirk.

“So, I assume you didn’t just bring me here for semantics?” You cross you arms over your chest. Your previously calmed heart starts racing again.

Tsukishima takes a small step closer, and you instinctually take one back. “I told you, goldfish, I want to find out why you’re avoiding me.” 

His gaze never leaves your face, and you’re painfully aware of it, so much so that you will your eyes to look at anything but his. You’re tempted to look back, but you know once you do, all your walls will fall.

‘This is so unfair.’ You think to yourself as you start over-analysing Tsukishima’s shoes.

“Why don’t you look me in the eye? Afraid of what you might say?” He taunts you. He’s testing waters, and by the looks of it, he know he’s hit the bullseye.

“N-no. I’m perfectly confident with my words, thank you.” You reply, swallowing the bile in your throat.

He scoffs. “Prove it. Look at me.”

You feel your ears tingle and you attempt to resist, but your pride doesn’t allow it. Reluctantly, you meet his eyes, and you immediately regret it.

They’re fierce and intense, his golden eyes, even more so than before. Your breath is taken away and you forget what you were about to say. 

“Let’s try this one more time,” Tsukishima takes another, larger step forward, and you take one back, or at least, attempt to. Your back hits the wall, and before you know it, you’re cornered. His places his right arm next to your head as he leans over you. You can almost feel his minty breath on your face.

Out of the corner of your eye, you notice that he doesn’t place his left arm on the other side.

‘He’s giving me a way out.’ You think, and you can’t help but internally smile. He doesn’t want to force you into anything you don’t want, but he’s putting pressure on you. You bit your inner cheek in an attempt to ground yourself.

“Why have you been avoiding me since we last walked home together?” His voice is softer this time, but his intensity doesn’t waver. An emotion flashes in his eyes, you’re not sure what it is. Uncertainty? Hurt?

You swallow the bile in your throat. You feel like you just ran a marathon and your face seems to think so too, if the rising heat in your cheeks is anything to go by.

“I–I…” You fumble around for words, unsure of what to say. The golden irises staring into your soul surely isn’t making it any easier.

‘So much for my two working braincells..’ You say to yourself.

Your brain nearly overheats in attempting to make an excuse. Instead, it settles for giving your irrational courage to confess once and for all.

Knowing what you’re going to say, you are unable to look him in the eyes and deflate

“I was hurt…” You whisper softly, feeling the tears well in your eyes. “…by what you said.”

“Why?” He asks, quieter this time. 

You sigh defeatedly. There’s no point in delaying it now. You feel all the “healing” you went through in your time away dissipate into thin air. The once dull ache is now a stabbing pain in your chest, but you soldier on. 

“Because I like with you. And I idiotically thought that maybe you felt the same way. Yes, it’s dumb. You don’t have to reject me, I know what your answer is, you’ve made yourself perfectly clear about it and–” 

You’re interrupted by a pair of lips pressing against yours. It takes a second for it to register. Until it does.

You hear yourself internally screaming as Tsukishima slowly rises from his awkward position and straightens his back, forcing you to turn your head upwards and tip toe. 

Tsukishima realises this and smirks. He straightens up even more, just a touch too high for your lips.

You don’t even notice that your eyes are closed until you open them to see Tsukishima’s annoying smug face.

“I never grasped how small you are until now.” He teases, and you feel his cool breath brush against your skin.

You’re too flustered to make a retort, and you’re pretty sure your face is red. You take another moment to let the previous events sink in. 

‘Tsukishima…. Kissed… Me…’

He snorts. “Have your two braincells short-circuited?” He gazes down on you, and you see, behind his teasing, is genuine worry.

“You kissed me…” You blink multiple times, and a smile forms on your face as Tsukishima raises a brow. “…first.”

A giddy smile takes over your face, because of the fact that you just stated and the fact that Tsukishima is blushing right now. For once, you aren’t the one avoiding eye contact.

“You kissed me first.” You teased, tipping your toes even more to get a closer look at his blushing face.

“Only because you were putting words in my mouth and you wouldn’t stop.” He mumbles, giving you a sideways glance before looking away as he blushes even more,

You giggle. “Technically, I was putting your words into your mouth. Besides, what was all that ‘I don’t care for romance’ stuff you said?” You poke his warm cheek playfully.

“It’s called lying. And techinically, you confessed first.” It’s your turn to blush and Tsukishima’s to smugly smirk as he pokes your cheek back.

“So, what does this mean? And since when did you figure it out, given this whole set-up?” You mumble, fiddling with the edge of your white shirt with a red “shut up” written on it.

“It means I like you back, even if you have a goldfish brain, goldfish. And you weren’t exactly subtle with the way you got upset last time.” He pokes your cheek once more. His face is back to it’s regular nonchalant state, but you see a twinge of playfulness in his eyes.

You cross your arms over your chest and pout, sneering at him. “I don’t have a goldfish brain. How could I forget something that never existed?” 

“You can’t. Who said anything about training not existing?” He raises a brow.

“Didn’t you call me here to get me to confess?” You deadpan at the memory. “Coward.” You mumble under your breath.

Tsukishima smirks. “I did. But there is training, just not for the university.”

As if on cue, you hear a loud bickering noise.

You both turn to the source and find the old Karasuno team, complete with Hinata and Kageyama bickering.

You beam at the sight and turn to Tsukishima. You nearly tackle him into a hug, regardless of how he may feel about hugs.

He looks away with a light blush dusting his features once more. He uses his free hand to pat you on your head.

“Happy birthday, goldfish.”

fagdhefjks;laLKSJH i dont think i captured tsukki well here, and the part feels rushed. sorry for that idk where this went gg