#hey u know how sometimes you have a long and busy week and work and you destress by writing...5.8 frenetic k in about 30 hours of the weeken

[inlovewithl3vi]

hello i hope your life is very good! may u do how the brothers' would react to seeing mc just randomly staying in their room all day in their bed, not even eating to the point that they've started to lose a lot of weight. sorry for any English mistakes and I hope you have many blessings!

I’m so sorry it took me forever to respond to this!!! I’m horrible at writing anything that’s a lil sad, because then I get sad. I’m gonna try my best though! I also decided to write the brothers separately, I’ve never done that before so I guess I’m just gonna try it and see if I like it. This also might be a little ooc but whatevs.(P.s. i hope your life is good too!)

Lucifer

✧ It started when RAD went on break for a while, about three weeks. It was only supposed to be one, But problems started and now it’s three.

✧ You started to stay in your room more, only coming out to eat or on occasion to do something with someone if they asked.

✧ He doesn’t notice when you start missing breakfast. His brothers sometimes sleep in too, he understands that your only human.

✧ He only worries when you haven’t been at the table at breakfast or dinner.

✧ He’s a little embarrassed too, since he didn’t even notice until the third week has started and you haven’t been seen for 3 days.

✧ This definitely raises red flags in his head, he knows humans are fragile compared to demons.

“MC? I know you’re in there…” he knocks on your door, waiting for some kind of response. When he doesn’t get any he just opens the door and walks in. It doesn’t even matter if it’s locked, he’s still gonna open it.

✧ When he walks in he just kinda stands there. He can notice a change in you, not just the fact that Your body looks physically different but also that he can tell your exhausted.

✧ Eventually he walks up to your bed and sits on the edge of it.

✧ You’re playing on your DDD and look up. You already know what it’s about.

“MC… what’s wrong?”

✧ You look up at him and see a mix of worry and sadness on his face. You immediately feel bad, not realizing that he cared that much.

“Nothing, im Fine” you shrug and look back at your DDD. “No you’re not.” He takes it out of your hand gently. “I can see you’ve lost weight. You also look just so… drained” you sigh, knowing you have no choice but to explain.

“I’ve just been so busy with work at RAD I’ve just kinda been on autopilot. I guess I just… crashed”

✧ He sighs and wraps his arm around you when you sit up.

✧ You’re not used to that kind of attention from Lucifer, so you decide to enjoy it while you can.

“You should have told me MC… you’re only a human, your body needs these things you’ve been putting off.”

✧ You nod, knowing he’s right.

✧ In the end you talk to him more and agree to get help when you need it this time.

✧ He also makes sure you’re eating well, he doesn’t enjoy seeing you in a worsened state.

✧ You actually make him promise he’ll be more careful about overworking himself and skipping meals, since he’s also a little guilty when it comes to that kind of stuff.

Mammon

✧ With him you don’t last long doing that.

✧ He notices almost immediately. The fact that you’re not there at breakfast to remind him why he goes to RAD in the first place, to see you when your in class together. To make you laugh at stupid jokes he makes, to just be there with him.

✧ He notices when you’re not at dinner either, not having you there to defend him when his brothers get a little carried away with making fun of him. Or to tell him his new scheme sounds good, but it’s not actually the best idea (you’ve probably had that same conversation so many times, but he’ll still take your advice)

✧ So after 5 days he can’t take it. He’s seen that you started online classes and that nobody has seen you around the house at all.

✧ He decides to take matters into his own hands and get into your room.

✧ I would recommend opening it when he knocks, because he WILL break it down.

He immediately starts asking questions. “Hey! MC what do ya' think your doin?” You look at him as he comes in, not even giving you time to go back to your bed after getting up to let him in.

“What do you mean?” You rub your eyes a little, clearly having been asleep moments prior. “I mean look at ya! You’ve clearly lost weight. And I mean don’t take this the wrong way… but yer face don’t look to human no more” you just stare at him blankly. “What” your expression doesn’t change as you look at him. “You look like some kinda zombie… why haven’t you been eating? Ya kinda look like you haven’t gotten much sleep either…” you shake your head a little before speaking “I was just asleep” he rolls his eyes at your response “what for the first time in a week? When did you eat last? I haven’t even seen ya out of your room”

✧ You go back and forth with him for a moment, trying to get him to believe you’re fine.

✧ It doesn’t work though. But I mean, were you really expecting it to?

“I guess with the combination of having so much homework and being in a new place it just caused me to… I don’t know… crash? I guess I have been ignoring my needs” you look away from him when you explain.

✧ His gaze softens when he looks at you.

“MC… ya know you could have told me. I’m your first! You’re supposed to go to me for these things!” You can’t help but chuckle a little at the slight pout on his face.

✧ Eventually you and Mammon talk a little more and he decides he’s going to help you talk to Lucifer about how much work teachers give you. (Since it really is an inhuman amount) and although he can’t fix the fact that you were just thrust into a literal brand new world, he decides he’s gonna do everything in his power to make it better for you.

Leviathan

✧ As much as I love him, he wouldn’t notice at all.

✧ In fact it took his brothers mentioning it before he noticed you were never at any meals they had together.

✧ He debated going into your room to check on you. He was so nervous to upset you, since whenever he shuts himself into his room it’s for a reason (mostly because he doesn’t wanna be disturbed).

✧ Eventually he found himself standing outside your door.

✧ He knocked gently, silently hoping that you wouldn’t respond. That was until he heard a quiet “it’s open” coming from inside.

✧ Although he was nervous, and quite honestly didn’t wanna do this at all, you always checked on him so it was time to return the favor.

“MC?…” he calls out as he walks into your room.

✧ He finds you in your bed, trying to keep your eyes open as you play on your DDD. You don’t even acknowledge him when he walks up to you.

✧ He debates just walking out again, just acting like nothing’s wrong.

✧ That’s until he notices that you’ve clearly lost a bit of weight, and you don’t look like you’ve slept in a week.

“MC… I just came to check on you. Uhm- are you alright?”

✧ He mentally curses himself. Obviously you weren’t ok.

✧ You look up from your DDD and can immediately see concern on his face.

“Levi-“ you start to say you were ok but stop yourself. You know you’re clearly not ok, and you can’t really deny it.

“I- uhm… It’s something stupid, I’m sorry for making you worry. I guess I just got a little carried away with shutting myself in my room.” You look away from him when you talk.

“It’s not stupid if it makes you shut yourself away like this” he’s nervous when he talks, he’s almost surprised he didn’t stutter. “You… you told me that when I shut myself away it’s not stupid.”

✧ You sigh and smile a little, knowing that you helped him before so maybe you should let him help you.

“I- I think I’m homesick” it’s almost shameful to admit. The fact that you miss your family and friends, even though you have a good life here.

✧ He nods, acknowledging your problem.

“I can’t fix that… but uhm… you said that hiding in your room away from your problems isn’t a good thing, I’m not sure how to make you feel better… but uhm you can always come in my room you know. Just… take care of yourself” he mumbles slightly, clearly nervous about saying something to comfort you.

“Thanks Levi” you sit up and lean on his shoulder, He’s internally freaking out but somehow remains calm on the outside as to not scare you away.

✧ You decide to get up and eat something before heading to his room.

✧ You had decided to take him up on his offer and go into his room.

✧ When you get there he’s playing some sort of game, silently focused on what he’s doing. He looks over at you before immediately going back to his game, already knowing why you’re there.

✧ You crawl into his bathtub bed and pull some blankets over you. The calming sound of the clicking of his controller slowly makes you more tired than before.

✧ For that moment you don’t feel as homesick, you promise to take care of yourself better. Mostly so that you can be around your second family in the devildom.

Satan

✧ He notices almost immediately that you’ve been skipping meals and not coming out of your room.

✧ Even though he notices he decides to let you figure out your problems on your own, since he knows sometimes people just need a day or two away from people.

✧ But when it lasts more than two days he’s immediately concerned.

✧ He starts texting you asking if you’re ok and if you would like him to bring you anything.

✧ After four days he gets sick of waiting and just decides to go to your room.

✧ He walks in without knocking, and you’re sitting at your desk with papers piled high all around you.

“MC? What are you doing… you haven’t come out of your room.” He looks at you with a concerned expression on his face.

✧ You look up from the paper you were writing on and turn towards him.

“Gotta study, I just finished this week’s homework not too long ago” you shrug and turn back towards the paper in front of you.

“MC it’s the weekend, you haven’t come out of your room in four days. How were you even getting your work from RAD?” You shrug before responding “I paid Mammon to leave it outside my door for me, the teachers just think I’m sick.” He sighs at your response. “You shouldn’t need to do this, you’re basically working 24/7 by the looks of it… you look like you’ve even lost weight.”

✧ You just shrug again and ignore him.

✧ He wasn’t having any of that though.

“Fine. If you insist on working so much why don’t you let me tutor you after RAD? I’ll help you so you don’t have to spend so much time on it” you shake your head at his suggestion. “It’s not even that, the work is so much… and I just don’t know it. I mean I didn’t even know demons existed a couple months ago! How am I supposed to know devildom history? Or the fact that I’m just a human and seductive speechcraft is basically useless to me. I have to work hard yet the only person I can keep up with is Mammon.”

✧ You can feel yourself getting more and more upset as you continue to talk so you stop and turn away from Satan.

“MC… you should have told me, or any of my brothers for that matter. And although I hate to admit it, you should have told Lucifer” he sighs and places his hand on your cheek, making you look at him. “You shouldn’t neglect your health for grades.

✧ You let him pick you up and carry you into your bed before pulling the blankets over you.

“I’m gonna bring you something to eat, I’m sure you’re hungry.” He smiles at you before stepping out of your room.

✧ Although he was telling the truth, he is going to make a stop into Lucifer’s office.

✧ Just ignore it if you hear Satan screaming at him, he’ll just tell you Lucifer was annoying him anyway.

Asmo

✧ He’s another one of the brothers to notice immediately and try and help you, a little similar to Mammon.

✧ At first he doesn’t think too much of it, just keeping the fact that he hasn’t seen the cute human walking around in his head.

✧ That’s until he sees you at RAD.

✧ He hadn’t seen you the last 5 days of the week, but after the weekend comes to an end and he finally gets to have a class with you at RAD he’s going to start freaking out a little.

✧ He hadn’t seen you at breakfast or dinner, wich was odd to him but he assumed you just went somewhere else.

✧ He immediately realized that wasn’t the case when he saw you sitting at the table you two shared in devildom history class.

“MC! What’s wrong” he’s immediately scanning you up and down, taking a mental note of how exhausted you look along with the fact that you look like you’ve lost weight. “Oh hi Asmo. nothings wrong” you shrug and turn back to your notebook.

✧ He also noticed that fact that you try and hide your face a little from him.

✧ But that won’t do, he hasn’t seen your face for 5 whole days. Wich is far too long for his liking.

“No, we’re not doing that. I haven’t seen your pretty face in five days. Five whole days! Were you even at RAD the last three days last week?” He places his hand over yours as he speaks. “No, I stayed home… I got my work from a friend” you reply, still looking away. “MC… something’s clearly wrong. You can tell me, I promise whatever it is that’s making you neglect your health we can fix. You should know how important it is to take care of yourself!”

✧ You sigh, debating on whether you should tell him or not.

✧ Ultimately, you decide that if one person can help you it’s probably Asmo.

“I guess I just… didn’t really feel good. I still don’t. I mean, the lack of sun down here really isn’t helping my skin at all. And I’ve been so tired from having so much homework. Not to mention Lucifer just added more chores for me to do. I guess I’ve just felt so… ugly. I don’t even want to be here right now.” You can feel tears form in your eyes as you fight to push them back.

✧ Asmo just pauses for a second. He realizes you are going through the same thing he has before.

✧ He places his hand gently on your cheek, making you look at him.

“Oh MC, you should have told me” he has a look. Of genuine concern on his face as he places bother hands on your cheeks. “I know how you feel, believe it or not even the beautiful avatar of lust has off days.” He smiles slightly at you. “That’s no reason to neglect your health though, now let’s go. We’re gonna go home and have a very long spa day… and night, we’re having a sleepover too”

✧ He smiles brightly and takes your hand, almost dragging you out of the classroom with him.

“Won’t Lucifer get mad? We still have like three quarters of the day left” Asmo just chuckles as you make your way out. “I’ll deal with him later.”

Beel

✧ Yeah you’re not gonna get away with not eating with him. He notices the first day you’re not at dinner and he’s immediately worried.

✧ The only way you really could is by telling him you have food with you when you really don’t.

✧ Until he notices you haven’t come out of your room either. Then he’s even more concerned.

✧ You’d probably be alone for a 4 days before he checks on you in your room.

“MC… you haven’t been at dinner… or breakfast… and I haven’t even seen you eat lunch” he pouts slightly when he sees you laying in your bed. Your DDD is on and in your hand but you’re clearly not paying attention. “Hmm? Just haven’t been hungry” you mumble and sit up.

✧ He’s definitely internally freaking out when he sees you. You’ve clearly lost weight, and to him that’s probably the worst thing imaginable to happen to the human.

“MC! You don’t look good at all…” he’s surprised and worried at the same time. “What’s wrong? You can tell me” you shrug before speaking “I don’t really know… I just lost my appetite. I haven’t been able to sleep to well either, it’s been kinda hard to get out of bed.” You look down, a little embarrassed to admit it.

He sits down on the edge of the bed and nods as you talk. “You should have told me, i would have tried to help sooner…” he’s almost a little disappointed with himself that he didn’t come and help before.

✧ You talk with him a little more, explaining your situation.

✧ Eventually he offers to carry you to the kitchen with him and you agree, deciding that next time you feel this way you’ll ask for help so you don’t worry Beel.

Belphie

✧ Again, as much as I love him he doesn’t notice at all. He also doesn’t care as much either.

✧ You’ve probably been missing from meals for a week by now and nobody’s seen you around the house.

✧ Belphie has a habit of falling asleep at the table after only eating half of his food, so he doesn’t always remember who exactly was there.

✧ He notices when he’s going around other peoples dreams.

✧ He has a habit of using his powers to go through each of his brother’s dreams at night, making sure there’s no nightmares and that they’re all asleep. None of them know of course (Lucifer does, but he doesn’t mind. He almost thinks it’s sweet that Belphie actually cares about his brothers in some way)

✧ You don’t know either. But you haven’t been sleeping at night, and Belphies noticed. He hasn’t been in your dreams lately and he only realized when he had a thought that he was missing something.

✧ He’s always liked going into your dreams, he liked seeing how your dreams were mostly of him and his brothers. So when he realized he hasn’t been in one for quite a while he’s concerned.

✧ He does the one thing he hates the most, he wakes up in the middle of the night for you.

✧ He immediately makes his way to your room, not bothering to knock as he walks in

“Why haven’t you been sleeping?” He immediately asks when he enters. You’re sitting up in your bed, reading a book. “I can’t sleep, I’ve tried everything. I can’t eat either. I think I’m just rotting away in my bed.”

✧ He can’t help but sigh. He can see that you’re exhausted and that you’ve clearly lost weight.

“Move over” he says simply as he moves to crawl into your bed. “Put your book away too.” You raise a brow at him but do what he says anyway. He clicks off the light and pulls you in close to him.

“What are you doing?” You immediately ask. “Helping you sleep. I can do that you know, you should have come to me earlier.” You roll your eyes slightly before enjoying his comforting embrace.

“Oh, and you’re gonna eat tomorrow too. If you really feel like you can’t, I promise to help… somehow”

✧ You sigh contently and nod. He places his hand over your eyes a you feel a weird wave of tiredness overtake you. Just before you fall asleep you hear him mumble something.

“Don’t do that again… you had me worried”

[thelov3lybookworm]

Hello. I was wondering. If u could write something where reader is mayed to the bat boys. She has a sickness that her father died from and she has and hasn't told her mates nor her younger siblings. They find out and are frantic. You can add flashbacks of how her father was loving, single dad, and his final moments with her. ( I was hoping it could be a small series). U can add whatever u think looks cute. Thank you!

Why Don't We Celebrate? (part 1)

Summary: New revelations leave Y/n shook.

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A/n: I'm gonna make this hurt 😌

(also, make sure to check out @readychilledwine's losing forever as it is based on the same request!)

Anyways, enjoy bbs!❣️

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Y/n almost nearly flew with her nonexistent wings as she walked up to the door of the town house. She and her new lover were supposed to go to a new restaurant that he had found, and she had told him she would meet him at the town house.

It hadn't been all that long since she saw him. Maybe a day or two.

They had only met barely over six months ago, while she was walking around Velaris picking up groceries.

The two of them were taking it slow. They had only slept together once, and that was the last time she saw him. It also didn't help that they'd met just before Rhysand became high lord, and then Cassian had mostly become busy with helping his brother handle the court.

Y/n didnt mind. In fact, she was proud of him for it. But she couldn't say she wasn't jealous or possessive of him sometimes. After all, she should be allowed to spend time with her love.

But the fact that she loved how important Cassian was also did not mean she liked Rhys much. She almost hated him, and would have given him an earful long ago if he hadn't meant so much to her lover. She always pushed it down, trying not to let her anger at not being able to have her lover all to herself cloud her judgement and kill Rhysand the first chance she got.

Y/n knocked on the front door of the town house, smiling at the thought of meeting her lover.

The door opened after a moment, and Azriel, Cassian's other friend, smiled at Y/n from the doorway. "Hey. It's been so long since I last saw you. How have you been?"

Y/n smiled at Azriel, trying not to let the impatience show. "I'm good Azriel. Uh, how are you?"

Azriel gave her a knowing smirk. "I'm good I'm good. Are you here to see Cassian? I think he's a little busy."

Disappointment crashed through Y/n, and she deflated. Now that she thought about it, she should have confirmed with Cassian. After all, they had made the plan to go out a week ago. He might've forgotten or something important might have come up.

Y/n shook her head, smiling at Az. "It's nothing much. We had plans to meet and go out, but I guess not. Just let him know I was here and tell him to come home as soon as he can."

Az looked dumbfounded. "I think Rhys can get someone else to do the work, I- I will talk to Rhys-"

Any other time, Y/n would have gladly taken up that offer, but right now she was pissed at Rhys and wanted to make him feel guilty.

"It's okay, nevermind. Just let him know I was here for Cass and that he ruined all the plans." Y/n winked at the spymaster, on whose face a smirk spread.

"Sure."

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Y/n stared at her father who lay on the bed for a moment, coughs wracking his body before she went to his side, settling on the edge of the bed.

She had walked directly to his home after she found that Cassian was busy. She had nothing else to do, and it had been over ten days since she saw him, so she had to go meet him anyways.

But the moment she entered, she heard him coughing from his room, and she had run up as fast as she could.

"Father? Are you okay?" She questioned as she placed her palm on his forehead.

He was burning up.

He continued coughing as Y/n filled a glass of water for him, bringing it over from the table in the corner. She helped her father sit up, wondering what the hell was going on.

After drinking the water, he calmed down a little, leaning back against the headboard.

He lived alone, all his kids having moved out when they came of age. He'd been pretty happy to have his space all to himself too, always grumbling about his clingy kids and cursing their late mother for not being around to go through the torture alongside him.

"Paa? Are you alright?" Y/n asked after a moment when he remained silent.

He sighed at that, patting the space next to him. "How have you been, my darling child?"

Y/n leaned against him, holding his hand. "I'm very happy, father. But that's not the important thing right now. Have you seen a healer?"

She did not say anything else, waiting for him to tell her what the hell was up.

After a moment, he spoke. "Do you know how your mother passed?"

Y/n's blood chilled, and she sat up straight to look at her father.

"Why are you asking me that?"

He smiled ruefully, ignoring her question. He ran his shaking hand through his thinning dark hair through which his scalp was visible, now turning white at the edges.

"She had been so healthy." He mumbled, more to himself than her. "It was all going so well. But one day, she fell sick. We thought it was a normal fever, that it would go away soon."

He shook his head, laughing a little as he let his hand fall limp at his side, only increasing the bad feeling in Y/n's stomach. "What are you trying to say paa?"

Again, she was ignored. "Her condition only worsened. I should not have listened to her and got a healer. Alas, I was madly in love and did not want to upset your mother. Curse her for being so selfless."

Tears shone in the eyes Y/n had inherited, and her heart squeezed at the longing in that all knowing gaze. Her father had always been a strong male, never showing emotions considered negative in front of his kids, so watching him cry now was like a bolt directly to Y/n's heart.

He hadn't even shed a tear at his wife's death, and Y/n, being an angsty adolescent, had resented him a little for what she assumed was the lack of love for her mother. She had grown to understand that all he wanted was to be strong for his kids and he thought that shedding tears with them would make him weak.

"She did not want a healer to come see her, because back then, we were not as well off. It was either get a healer, or feed the four kids. For her, suffering was a better option than starving her kids."

Y/n's father coughed again, and Y/n rubbed back until he calmed. With a sigh, he continued.

"When her sickness worsened to the point where she started begging for the sweet release of death, I dragged a healer back home. I had fought her, yelling at her for being so- so uncaring." A sob ripped out of his chest, tears slipping down his sagging cheeks. Y/n did not move to wipe them, despite how much she wanted to for fear of breaking this moment.

"But it was too late by then. On my way back with the healer, I had planned to apologise for yelling at her. We were both so young, and you were an unplanned surprise. We did not know what to do. And then you grew up so fast, and your mother wanted more kids. We had no idea how to navigate life. It was hard. And sometimes these feelings would just... burst out. And I know it is no excuse for my harsh words, but I have nothing else to blame but myself."

Her father lifted a weathered hand to rest upon her head, and she leaned her head down, laying her head on his lap to hide her tears. "When I reached home, you told me your mother had stopped coughing. I thought it was some miracle and that she'd healed. But then I went to check on her and she... she'd passed." His voice broke on that, and Y/n's throat constricted at the pain in his voice.

"The healer found out that she'd acquired a rare disease, even for mortals, who acquire diseases left and right. It was highly contagious, so that meant I was at high risk-"

Y/n didn't let him complete, sitting up straight faster than she could think. "What? Don't tell me you-"

"Are sick with with the same disease? Yes. It had apparently been lying low in my body, and now it's acting up."

"Paa..." Y/n spoke on a broken breath, the tears finally spilling over her cheeks.

Her father smiled sadly. "I've sent letters to all the kids to come visit me. They don't know that I'm sick, just that I want to see them. I do not think I have much time, but-"

He coughed, and Y/n watched helplessly, knowing she could do nothing but watch and curse the mother.

"Papa, why did you not tell them that you're sick?! They would have raced home if they knew-"

"Yes, but I did no want to bother them. I am old as it is. I would have died no matter what. I'm just dying today instead of tomorrow. What's the big deal? They anyways have more important things to do and care about than this old skeleton covered with flesh."

His entire body shook at the next fit of coughs, and he doubled over.

Y/n, unable to sit and watch his misery any longer, stood. "Papa, I will go get a healer. I'm sure there's a solution."

Her father glanced at her with a small, knowing smile as he settled back, slithering down to lie on his back. "Alright my child. I will just rest for a minute here. Sleep a little." He grunted before he finally settled down, calm overtaking his features. His next words were soft, mumbled on an exhale. "I love you, my little princess."

Despite not wanting to believe the fact, Y/n knew his soul had left his body before that final sigh did.

Y/n knew that the sweet embrace of death had claimed him before sleep could.

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The door creaked open, soft light from the lanterns outside spilling through the crack in the door as Cassian shouldered his way in, mumbling to himself.

"I fucking hope Rhys gets burning diarrhea. Bastard." He muttered under his breath as he shut the door softly behind him, trying to make as little noise as possible in the darkened house, the only light source the lamps outside.

In the dark, Y/n could not see what he was doing, but she did not have to wait long. The faelights came on, and she found Cassian standing in the middle of the foyer, his hands outstretched out towards the lights.

He jumped when he realised that Y/n was sitting against the wall nearby, staring at him. He grinned wide before faltering, taking in the state of his lover. He quickly made his way over to where Y/n sat, her knees pulled up to her chest.

"My love, are you aright?"

Y/n could do nothing but stare, her eyes vacant and body numb. She had no more tears to give, so she simply stared at her lover as he tried to fuss over her. "He's gone."

Cassian gave her a cautious look, and Y/n could see the wheels churning in his head as he tried to think of a way to get more information out of her.

She spared him the effort.

"My father. He passed."

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[moralisist]

e-42! miles x fem coded! reader

genre: fluff !

summary: boyfriend hcs for earth 42 miles

when he first met you, he was infatuated with u right away

he was asking his homeboys if they knew of you and asking to get your instagram

was very bold when he found u thru instagram, he liked all ur highlights/posts and then texted you saying “hey beautiful, i’m tryna get to know you, that cool?”

ever since then y’all been locked in

speaking of instagram, he does NOT post like AT ALL his entire instagram has no profile pics, no posts and only one highlight and it’s of the both of you

he has a shit ton of followers despite that but he only follows rappers he likes, his homeboys, you, and that’s about it he’s rlly a lowkey person

the typa pictures he posts of y’all are so cute they’re like this and this

very lowkey w it

#1 hypeman, anytime you guys go anywhere he will always compliment you on your looks and remind you how beautiful you look the whole time

“baby you look so goooooddd. m’so lucky to have you” miles says while grabbing you by the waist w one arm and giving you a lingering kiss on the cheek

feels the need to protect you on a constant, so hand is constantly around your waist when walking to busy places or you have to be holding his hand

you argue that he’s not really tryna keep you safe, he just wants an excuse to touch you 😭

so important that you get along with his mom, she and uncle aaron are all he has left family wise and she matters the most to him

with prowler buisness, whether you know or not he’ll never ever get you involved or tell you things that you do not need to know

dates are hard to get with him and it causes arguments sometimes because all you wanna do is see him but he’s always occupied with prowler stuff unbeknownst to you so you just assume he’s being flaky just because

with arguments, he tries his best to communicate with you even tho he doesn’t really know how so he needs someone that’s a good communicator rather than someone who’ll ignore him or be petty with him when their upset w him

when he feels angry or upset with you, he’s learned he needs to take a deep breath and not say anything he’ll regret later because he lowkey has a temper on him

he will tell you in advance that he needs time to process his emotions but will come back to you and slowly but surely explain why he didn’t like what you did

if it’s vice versa tho, sometimes he has a hard time understanding your pov and gets defensive

once you get it through his thick skull and make him understand he apologizes multiple times

he doesn’t say “i’m gonna do better” he just learns to do better

he’d rather show you then just throw empty promises in your face

love language is physical touch, just loves having his hands on you and if you’re not a touchy person no worries, he also shows his love language through acts of service

“i made you some lunch since you said you didn’t eat today. i don’t care if you not hungry, go and eat the plate i made you ma.”

“you didn’t come to school today so i wrote the notes for you. want me to help you study for spanish test this thursday?”

only shows certain emotions around you that nobody can ever see

super clingy as well, likes taking naps with you especially after a long week of not being able to be a teenage boy and doing illegal shit

only really feels like a teenager when he’s in your arms

overall, a sweetheart but this relationship does take some work

[multifandoms27-blog]

Hey darling!!! <3, hope your day is good, well, i saw your Seto Kaiba dating hc's and i read the "He just gets even better when one day he comes home with a ring" snippet, AND I GET SO HYPED FOR WEDDING/HUSBAND SETO KAIBA HC'S, so can i request "married Seto Kaiba hc's"? if not its ok, but i will be so happy if you do it

just a moment to appreciate this handsome man's beaut-

Hello lovely! My day is going okay, I hope yours is as well <3

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Content: Seto Kaiba x GN!Reader

Warnings: Talk of children at the end (I made sure to separate that section from the rest of the headcanons incase people don't want to read that part)

Notes: I've started my second year of college and I already want to rip my hair out. I hope these headcanons are okay <3

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Seto doesn't want to trouble you with planning the wedding. He has professionals handling it.

However, obviously I feel you'd want a say in the color scheme and your own outfit at your wedding. Seto will absolutely let you make those decisions, he just figured you wouldn't want to bother yourself with the wedding plans. It would most likely be you doing all the work anyway, he has a company to run. (Wedding planning can take more than a year in some cases for those who don't know, and the more lavish and expensive it is, the longer the planning will be)

You two enjoy your engagement though. As much as Seto says he hates the press, he loves all the attention you two are getting from the Japanese media.

I think a lot of people thought Seto would never get married because of how snobby he is, and how focused he is on his company and a children's card game, so he can't wait to show up to every rich get-together with his arm around your shoulders, telling everyone you're his spouse.

Your wedding was in a lavish area off the coast of Japan. Mokuba was Seto's best man, while (Yugi friend/your own friend) was your best man/maid of honor. Your vows to each other were so sweet and loving, Jonouchi had to rub his eyes to make sure it was Kaiba you were marrying and not somebody else.

Because Seto is a famous man, your wedding was most likely televised.

The night was filled with laughter, congratulations to you and Seto, amazing food, jokes, and all around happiness. It was undoubtedly the best day of your life.

Your honeymoon was overseas though. Seto finally pried himself away from his work, and was looking forward to spending two uninterrupted weeks with you in Italy (or wherever else you choose)

Your honeymoon is filled with romantic gestures, long nights (hehe), and a whole lot of lovin'

When you come back home, Seto goes to work and you give Mokuba all the PG-13 details. How Seto treated you to nice dinners, how amazing the view was both in the day and night, and showed him pictures of you and Seto and your honeymoon

Surprisingly, Seto is the first one of you two to post your honeymoon pictures. They become flooded with supportive and loving comments, Jonouchi's comments never failing to make you laugh

Some days you'll let off Seto's staff early and make dinner for you two and Mokuba, or get takeout. Depends on how you're feeling that night

Seto appreciates it either way, and is just glad to get some time to spend with you and Mokuba at the end of his tiring work day

Sometimes you and Seto will have the same idea though, and you'll both get takeout by accident. The funniest is when you both show up to the same place and are like "What're you doing here??" "I could ask you that too"

Rarely does Seto cook, but damn is it fucking good. If he has a day off and decides to let his staff go home early, he'll cook for you and Mokuba

Seto lives to make your life easier. Need someone to manage your public account because the press can be too much to handle? He's going on a search for a suitable manager. Feel lonely by yourself at the mansion? He's asking Mokuba to surprise you with Yugi and co. (begrudgingly).

He's still going to be busy with work, but he'll make it up to you by bringing you on work trips whenever he can. He'll book nice hotels for the two of you, and always makes sure that he's all yours after five o'clock.

He confides all of his work troubles to you now, and if you thought he was stressing before when you were dating, it's now a whole new level. You're locked in with him for life, and Seto is about to spill all of his secrets to you. You suggest a therapist to help him regulate the stress, and he scoffs at the idea.

"Do you know how many people would put a price on the information I'm telling you? Yeah, no thanks."

So instead, you make ways to help him relax. You tell him about taking a bath with the whole nine - a relaxing bath bomb, candles, soft music...and he scoffs at the idea. So instead, you decide to trick him.

"Seto, there's something called an epsom salt bath that you can soak in, it helps you relax."

"Isn't that for sore muscles?"

"And weren't you complaining about how sore your shoulders are?"

You manage to get your husband in the warm bath, poured epsom salt in there, then sat carefully on the edge of the tub and massaged his shoulders. He relaxed enough to where began to close his eyes, and you slipped a blue bath bomb into the water. He was none the wiser about what you were doing until the bomb completely dissolved, you managed to light a candle or two, and he only opened his eyes when you began to play some soft music.

"What...?"

"Is this relaxing, Seto?"

"..." He won't admit it, but it really is.

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The next section talks about children, but no actual pregnancy! So if you don't like the topic, no worries! You can skip it <3

• ───────────────── •

Of course, with (some) marriages, comes the topic of children. In the Japanese dub of the anime, Seto tells Mokuba that he'll be his dad and look after them once they're in the orphanage (in the English its just big brother), which means you are now technically Mokuba's "adopted mother."

In the original manga, Mokuba was also in public school and had a lot of friends there, so I like to think that he sometimes goes between homeschooling and public school. If things become dangerous and Seto thinks Mokuba will be kidnapped again, he'll pull him out of school. But once things calm down, he'll allow Mokuba to go back to school. Which means, you and Seto are the best parents at the PTA meetings and after school events.

Of course, if Seto can't make it then you'll go for the both of you. Anything Mokuba has after school where he performs, you record it for Seto (and future memories).

Doing this for so long will make Seto think about what it would be like to actually have a child with you. I think he would want two, so they could have the same sibling bond that he and Mokuba have. And with how dangerous the world is, what if something happened to him or you or Mokuba?

He thinks about it for a while before finally bringing it up to you to see how you feel. If you're up for having a child with him, then he'll be ecstatic and jump right on it. If you biologically cannot be pregnant, then thats okay, adoption is absolutely on the table. Mokuba is excited to know that he's going to be an uncle.

[scarletwinterxx]

sometimes you just don't know the answer - jaehyun imagine

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"Hey, I'm going now"

You tell your boyfriend while standing by the doorway of his office. Jaehyun looked over at you for a second before turning his attention back to his work.

Ever since that night, your anniversary, he's been feeling a bit distant. How was he suppose to act when the love of his life, his long time girlfriend, the only woman he wants to be with for the rest of his life didn't give him an answer when he asked the ultimate question.

'Will you marry me?'

Those words still hanging in the air. Like an elephant in the room being ignored by the both of you.

"I'll be gone for five days, I cooked dinner already so you can just heat it up when you get hungry. Also I fed Bom already" you tell him, at the mention of her name the little puff of cloud picks her head up from the seat in the corner of the room before running over to you.

"Mommy will go now okay, I'll miss you" crouching down to pet her and give her a few more cuddles before going. Jaehyun glances over at you, his heart warming at the sight but he had to stay strong.

He doesn't understand why you didn't say yes, didn't you love him enough to marry him? did he do something wrong? was there someone else? Shaking those thoughts away he watches you give Bom a few more kisses before standing up, catching his gaze before he turns to his desk again

"Jae I..."

"I'll see you later" he says, finishing the conversation before it even started. You didn't push it any further, giving him the time and space he needed.

Then you went.

The first day you were gone, he didn't mind it much. You've gone to business trips before and so does he. The longest time you've been apart was 2 weeks when he had to attend a family trip when you couldn't come with him because of work. But never under this circumstances. Usually the two of you would text or call during free time but this time the only text he got was when you arrived at your hotel. It's been radio silence ever since.

He thought this alone time will do him good to clear his mind, but by the second day he missed you so much he's sure he was about to lose his mind. By the third day he almost bought a plane to where you were just so he could see you.

On the fourth day, he made himself busy. You texted him last night saying you've been busy with work you didn't have time to do anything else. He told you to eat dinner and a goodnight, the end. At this point he just wanted to have you back home. He doesn't even care anymore if you didn't want to marry him. He's never been this far from you, especially during a fight.

To distract himself, he cleaned around the apartment, did laundry, took Bom out for a walk and even went to the gym but still his mind was on you.

Stepping out of the shower, he got dressed. As he was putting on his shirt, he spots the red velvet box in his drawer. A reminder of what was supposed to be the sweetest night, but instead it now leaves a bitter taste in his mouth.

He pops the box open only to find it empty, thinking to himself if he lost it that night. Did he put it somewhere else?

Now he's frantically looking around the room, too busy to hear the front door open. Wheeling in your suitcase, you were welcomed by Bom running towards you

"Hey baby, did you miss me? I missed you too yes I did" you give her hugs and kisses, noticing Jaehyun wasn't in the kitchen or the living room.

Walking inside the house, you find him inside the bedroom

"What are you doing?"

Jaehyun jumps, surprised to hear another voice. He thought he went completely mad and now he's hearing your voice but then he turns around to see you by the door with your dog in your arms and a shiny ring on your finger.

He blinks once, twice. Even pinching himself on the arm to wake himself up, making sure he's not dreaming.

"Are you okay?" you ask him, putting Bom down before walking towards him. Jaehyun just looks at you, shaking his head before speaking

"You're home"

"Yea, I finished late last night. I chose the earliest flight back since I have nothing on my itinerary anymore. Is everything okay here? Are you looking for something?" you ask him, his gaze landing on your hand.

Noticing this, you follow his gaze. Remembering the ring you took before you went on your business trip.

"Oh I... I was going to..."

"Is that..." "Yea"

He's so confused, does this mean you say yes? but you never said anything, that night when he asked you you just stared at him. Too stunned to give him a simple yes or no

"This is not how I pictured it, I swear. I don't even know what I was thinking. But before I left, I saw the box then the next second I was wearing the ring. I was going to tell you, but you weren't talking to me"

"Well you did reject my proposal so yes I wasn't really in a talking mood"

"and I'm sorry, I wanted to say yes. My answer is still yes, I was just surprised that night I didn't know what to say okay. For years we've talked about it, so many nights I've dreamed about our future. And suddenly you were there, asking me, it was everything I've ever dreamed about and I got scared because what if I didn't deserve that. What if one day you find out I wasn't the one for you what if-"

"Marry me" Jaehyun cuts you off

"Huh?" at this point tears were already running down your face, but to Jaehyun you've never looked more beautiful.

"Marry me. Let's make those dream in reality, let's wake up together everyday, let's take walks with Bom every morning, cook dinner in your kitchen in the evening, make love at night. You deserve the world and more, and I promise you I'll work hard every day to be the man who deserves you. I want you, I've wanted you all these years, I'll want you for all my years. Marry me"

You didn't even say anything, you just ran straight into his arms. Jaehyun catching you, hugging you like his life depended on it.

"Is that a yes?" he mumbles, hearing a giggle from you before breaking away from his embrace

"Yes yes yes a million times yes" you tell him in between kisses, you kiss his cheeks his chin his nose his lips. Jaehyun smiles as he hears those words from you, picking you up to spin you around.

"So this means I don't have to give the ring back, right?" you ask him. He smiles down at you before going in for another sweet kiss, "That was only ever yours anyways"

[nanis4thewin]

Imma be honest…right now quackity seems like a busy man, meaning he doesn’t have so much time to spend with u so every moment u meet up with him, he makes sure he cherishes it.

very long happy and sometimes chaotic FaceTime with him while he travels

After a long week of travelling and jet lagged naps, he makes sure to give u all his attention and love

cuddling u and him ranting about how much he missed you even though you two facetime multiple times, everyday.🤷🏻‍♀️

sending each other silly pics of random things

if u know how to cook he’d beg to help you cook…and u say yes even if you have a bad feeling about it😍

ur instincts were somewhat correct and now your kitchen is messed up😭 it’s ok tho cus he helps u clean up💗

idk about u but I remember quackitys gingerbread stream with his tiger costume so just imagine that…but u two have matching onesies‼️‼️ (Yes I’m kinda in the Christmas mood already)

your gingerbread house either looks like a perfectionist made it, or it’s like a sequel to quackitys gingerbread house…

ok wait now I’m in a halloween mood

pulls up with a ridiculous costume but I feel like he would ask you to match him him during halloween

he would be very lowkey about it and hopes you say yes even though he knows your gonna say yes💀

if you and him are at the point where you’re both comfortable with sharing each other online then he’d definitely post you on his story🤗

uhhhh yah that’s all, sorry if it sounds rly clustered😭😭

quackity would ur little sad stinkin face as he gets ready to leave on a trips. Like u look like sat cat just looking at him not saying anything he’d just be like “🥲”. When he comes from trips he ALWAYS tries to give u his attention even if u dont ask for it.

defiantly he thinks u look so pretty on the computer laptop if u use a laptop <3 sososososo maybe pictures of u 2 doing dumb faces or sometimes when one of u guys say something weird. u guys make a ‘😟’ face. and alex would take a picture of it, and when u guys text and u say something rather concearing, he’e send that picture of u making that ‘😟’ face. Like using u as a reaction meme

this is how i’d imagine ur messages together <3 he’d totally want u to send him pictures of u, so he can see u everyday he’s gone.

if u cook with him on a stream or something. U’ll be doing all the cooking. Alex would just being watching say “look what i did guys!” while ur working ur butt off as alex just said “I made that :D!”

he’d think u look adorable in ur onesie. If u have s little tail on ur butt, he would tug on it , amd then giggling when ur like “WHAT THE HECK?!”. He would hug u around ur shoulders from the back because he liked to the the fluffiness of the onesie (and he likes hugs)

HE’D SHOWED UP IN THIS AND THE CONVO BETWEEN U GUYS WOULD GO LIKE

quackity:do u like my costume

you: yea its cute

quackity:…u know i have another one in the room if u like it so much 😚😚

and you’re like “jm good thanks 😙”. he wouldn’t ask u directly to put on the costume but small things he does woukd kinda make it obvio.”hey look! this couple did matching costumes! aha…. u know maybe we can do that to 🫣🫣🫣”

[prettybbychim]

there’s this thing i’ve noticed on ao3 since i’ve started posting stuff again. like i post a chapter, it’s been about a month since then, someone comments smth like “hey was wondering if ur gonna update or if you’ve abandoned it”

my guy it’s been a Month

it takes me a month to get about 10k out (which seems to be my average word count for my chapters) if and only if i’m writing everyday and im running into minimal issues

this fic in particular i have this written in like 2 places

ironically enough, this is a revamp of an actual abandoned work lol

it’s just strange to me because it hasn’t been long at all. i know there’s some popular authors that can churn stuff out on the daily or have a regular schedule and that’s good for them. they probably have a backlog of content, it’s probably all finished or nearing it and they’re posting in stages. or they’re a speed demon and have abilities us mortals cannot comprehend

i’m too impatient to do that stuff lol if i have a good thing going, i wanna share and yeah, sometimes updates are few and far between but that’s just how i roll lol might be bad for the numbers or whatever but im trying really hard not to give a shit about that lol

i’m not angry i wanna make that clear, i’m just perplexed lol (a little frustrated) like i’d expect this kind of question after a year or smth, but a month?

honey pls i don’t even work rn i’m at home near 24/7 dealing w health issues and i can write all fucking day long if i so pleased and im still not going to get stuff done in under a month for a large variety of reasons (editing, sending it to my beta, reworking scenes, rearranging scenes, first draft and the many between the final draft, just to name a few), pair that with my adhd and frequent flitting between whatever topic is the shiniest to me at the moment. i have 7 fics im actively working on. nothings really getting done but stuff is progressing at a relatively slow rate because of it

and sometimes you just need a break. like a real break. shutting my brain off for a good week or so

i’m aware that my readers don’t know this and they can’t know this unless they follow me on here and i happen to be talking about it lol

but still, a month? have you abandoned it?

honey pls i just started it! it’s been a month. give a guy some slack here. we’re human and busy and stressed and first and formost, we’re doing this for fun

fortunately, in my case, these comments don’t upset me. rather, they make me want to write that fic out of spite like fuck u it’s not abandoned look at me making so much goddamn progress on it

most people are not like me. they will get discouraged. i can’t keep up, is it even worth trying when im disappointing my readers over and over again?

then that fic u like so much might actually become abandoned.

this is not encouragement. even for me who might be spurred into writing that one work, it’s not positive encouragement.

i’m so so happy you like my work enough to inquire about it, but this is not the compliment you think it is.

[lovealexhunt]

Hey. Hope you're doing well. Just wanted to check on u & make sure you've drink water or not as in today's modern busy world, we get so occupied with our responsibilities & work tht we forget to drink water. I hope u do drink water if you haven't already. As u know, it's Suicide Prevention Month & ik tht u sometimes struggle with ur mental health. If no one has told u then let me, I'm proud of u. I'm very proud of u tht u still manage to get thru your day despite struggling with ur mental health & keep up showing everyday. You're seriously a Superhero. Beside irl stuff, u also host so many wonderful & amazing events, you bring something very rare & special to the table & we as a community love you. Girl, you're a superstar & superhero. No matter how much life tries to pull u down, u have the strength to look into it's eyes & say "No. I'm not giving up. This is my story & I'll write it. I won't give control to my fears or my inner demons to control me."

We love u sm & I hope u remember you're incredible whether u feel it or not. U r rare, special & absolutely incredible. The courage to smile and keep spreading joy thru events and posts show how much u care for those around u. Girl, I'm so damn proud of u! Give urself a hug & pat urself on the back (especially if u have a bad day, it helps) u got this! Life will throw it's worse at u but ik 1 thing for sure ~ It’s only gonna make u strong & won't affect u for long.

Girl, whenever u read this I hope u have a gr8 day, week & month ahead. LOVE U QUEEN 👸 👑

Never give up!

Ohmygoodness!!! This is too much! You're so sweet!!! I didn't expect anything like this at all. ever. wow! I had to read it twice because I couldn't even believe it.

It honestly means the world to me, especially on days when I really need the reminder to take care of myself and keep pushing through. I'm really good at helping others work on their mental, emotional, and physical health but I am terrible at caring for myself. I actually did need to drink some water, so I appreciate the reminder. I've definitely been dehydrated for a few days now. I have to catch up this weekend!

I'm truly beyond grateful for your support and encouragement. I always appreciate kind messages and this one was just over the top generous. Thank you for checking in on me. I will try to be kinder to myself.

I hope you will be kind to yourself too! Sending you a hug! I hope you are having a wonderful day/week/month! You deserve it!

❤️

[thebestofoneshots]

hi lilly!! how u doing?? i just wanted to say that i really admire all of ur work, like, its really amazing, interesting and well written, i genuinely get excited every time a new chapter drops out, its lovely to see all the dedication and love u put into it 💗

p.s would u mind sharing some writing tips? im really struggling with an artistic block n none of the shit i write convince me. hope u have a great day ^^ !!!

Hey darling! I'm doing good, a little behind on my writing schedule since I've been a little busy with work and life but good nonetheless.

I too get excited when a new chapter drops bc it means I'll get to see your comments and nothing makes me happier I swear! It's my favourite part of the week <3

In regards of your artistic block, have you tried reading a bit more of things you like? I find reading stuff I like can inspire me to do my own thing, be it a twist on a prompt, or a new prompt altogether.

On that same line, songs can be a great muse for inspiration, I mean, Point of Know Return (Fic planned after GC) came from a song from the same name. Animal and Temporary High will be fics for Marauderween that were also loosely inspired by these songs. Sometimes you can inspire yourself to create art by using other forms of art as muses.

Now, that's in regards to getting started, now in regards to becoming better, there are only two ways in which you can do that (and they're linked to each other).

First of all, you have to read a lot. It doesn't matter if you're reading classics, best sellers, webtoons or even fanfics. Just make sure whatever it is you are reading, has words and or phrases that you think are interesting.

Some of the best ways to describe people's reactions, I have learned from fanfiction, so trust me on this one, as long as you aspire to be like the writer you're reading, you're on a good path.

And the second one, writing. This one might be cliché: "If you wanna be a writer, write," said every single writer ever. But there is a reason for this: the only way to improve is to practice.

And I KNOW writing for the sake of it can be exhausting, especially when you start setting yourself time minimus or word minimus and such, but trust me IT IS WORTH IT!

Some of the best stuff I've written for GC (not all of it) have come from moments in which I wasn't quite feeling "it" but I forced myself to continue writing because I knew I had to post (Now be careful with the "forcing" part, you do not want to overexert yourself, but you do want to put in a bit of effort).

So yeah, it really does narrow down into reading and writing is the way to go (alternatively, you could also find movies with the vibe you're going for and watch those, I mean I went straight to watch Dreamers when I knew I wanted to write a trhouple so...).

Now I'm no expert, but I hope this helps you with that pesky writer's block, sending you all the love xx

Read Gilded Constellations

[transfemlogan]

Texting Headcanons

Patton: using emojis 24/7. Literally every text will have some sort of emoji, even if it doesn't fit the original message. Texts like a dad & a mom combined. Uses grammar occassionally. Usually types in all caps, because he doesn't know how to turn them off. Sends the laughing emoji when he laughs at something. Prefers talking in person if he can.

"HEY, KIDDOS 👋 YOUR HAPPY-PAPPY PATTON LOVES YA ALL! 🥰💙😻"

Roman: uses emojis occassionally. Types in caps when he's excited. Uses capital letters when necessary and never any time else. Shorten words and uses popular acronyms. Says "ROLF" and "LMAO" when he laughs at texts. Uses the sparkle emoji constantly. Loves to facetime. Double texts like CRAZY

"Helloooo~ ✨️✨️ romans here!! A REMINDER for all of u 2 tell me what u thought of the script ASAP bcus thomas NEEEDDS it by tmrw!!!!"

Virgil: shorten every word ever even if its not readable. Types in all lower case with 0 grammar. Sends 💀 or "lol" when he inhales through his nose at something. Keysmashes when he finds something really funny. Prefers to text above all else & will cry if you try to call him. Spelling mistakes all over the place. Hard 2 tell if something is supoosed to be an acronym or if its a mistake?

"im not rding ur stpjd script roman also twll thomas not 2g2 that dumb party on sat or i swear 2 god ill bloqk all of u ok bye also hi pat"

Logan: proper grammar all of the time. Probably ends his messages with "sincerely, logan" (he knows theyre not letters or emails, but he can't help himself.) Says "that was funny" when he finds something funny (very rare). Prefers in person communication or calling, as he is usually busy working and can't text if he's using his hands. Doesn't use emojis ever & finds them so so stupid but will SOMETIMES use the heart emoji if he's comforting virgil or trying to be nice. Learns about tone indicators after virgil tells him & now he uses them all the time. Will start to let loose if he's comfortable around you. Looking at his msgs with virgil is almost like an entirely different person.

"Hello, all. I have read your script, Roman, and will be sending you my edits soon. I find it to be very long and wordy and full of mistakes. /neg You are lucky you have me to help you. Also, Virge, I'll try to get Thomas to not go to that party /srs, as he has many responsibilities that day, such as: cleaning his room, recording, and doing his laundry. Here is a link to my plan for next week. Please let me know if there's any complaints. Sincerely, Logan."

(Virgil: thnk u L . m not reading ur plsn ethr

Logan: Hi Virgil. That is alright. I'll just let you know next time we "hang out". Sincerely Logan.)

Janus: also texts all lower case & never uses commas but does use periods. Loves to use ":)" and "<3" (<- in a mean sarcastic way most of the time). Doesn't express laughter anytime anywhere. Prefers facetime or in person communication. Doesn't text often. Also doesn't respond often. Will leave you on read, he has other things to do. Uses tone indicators only if he is personally texting logan and no one else. Will sometimes not even respond to what you said in the first place.

"oh of course logan let's have thomas work all the time and never ever get any rest. sounds very healthy :). roman i read your script. hi patton".

(Roman: aand jan? What did u think??

Janus: Read 2:43 pm)

Remus: sends nudes in chat. And the most random gore vids he can find. Types in all caps willingly. Sends very strange emojis that dont match up with anything. Responds lightning quick but also ignores everything you say in order 2 send what he wants 2 talk abt so it doesnt even matter. Homestuck speak. Has never read homestuck.

"H3Y0 🦿🍒🛝😝 CHECK OUT TH12 PHOTO I JUST T00K RN. (Sends a dick pic)"

(Patton: 😨 REMUS, PLEASE DELETE. ❌️

Roman: THIS IS WHY WE NVR LET U IN GROUP CHATS !!!! I WISH I COULD WASH MY EYES OUT. 🤮

- Virgil has left the group chat -

Logan: Hello, Remus. That does not look very healthy. We should send you to a physician to get that checked out. Sincerely, Logan.

Janus: read 2:48 pm)

[crystalninjaphoenix]

Weird

Paranormal Preteens AU: Episode Thirteen

A JSE Fanfic

Time to visit the boys again and see what they’re up to! Everyone, including Stacy, meets up to talk about what they saw at the planetarium, and they come to the conclusion that more people must know about the strange stuff going on in town. Jackie volunteers to check it out a second time. Then, some time later, Marvin and JJ get a visitor in the middle of the night. And yeah. Fun :D

++++++++++++++++++++

Though Chase, Stacy, and Marvin had filled JJ and Schneep in on their little adventure, they all agreed that Jackie needed to know, too. It wasn’t fair that he didn’t know just because he hadn’t gone on the field trip. Chase texted him on the bus ride home, saying, Hey its chase. Some weird stuff just happened at the planetariam n we need to talk about it. When can we meet up with u?

Jackie responded later that day. My dad wants me to focus on my school stuff this year so Im pretty busy. But on Friday I can meet you guys at Zellys around 5. Thats the soonest time. Also its spelled planetarium.

Chase didn’t think that last comment was fair. He knew how it was spelled, he just blanked in the moment.

Friday worked out for everyone, even Stacy. Though Chase heard her mutter something about how it would be tough to convince her parents. He briefly considered going ahead without her if she couldn’t make it, but that wouldn’t be fair. After what happened in that weird planetarium basement, Stacy was in this, same as the boys.

The rest of the week passed without anything of note happening. Chase felt a little nervous in his Chemistry class, since Mrs. Karter had been one of the adults they’d overheard talking in the basement. That made him feel... What was the word? Uneasy. That’s it. He felt uneasy around her. After all, they had no idea what she or that other man had been talking about. Why did they know about the planetarium basement? Did they know about the rest of the stuff going on around town? About Anti and the greenlight? There was no way to know. Mrs. Karter didn’t act weird. She was just another teacher. Most of the kids thought she was nice, but Chase couldn’t feel that way.

On Friday, Chase asked Mom if he and Schneep could meet up with their friends at Zelly’s. She said yes, as long as they didn’t fill up on ice cream. After all, five o’clock was close to their usual dinnertime at six. Chase promised they wouldn’t eat too much. But really, he didn’t believe you could eat too much ice cream. Schneep promised and actually meant it. In fact, he lectured Chase about “nutrients” and “balance” on the car ride to Zelly’s, something Mom found funny. Sometimes Chase still couldn’t believe Schneep was related to him.

Zelly’s had been extremely crowded during the summer, but business had died down now that kids were in school and families didn’t have time to go out for ice cream. It was still pretty full. Many of the tables had people, but at least there wasn’t a line at the door. Chase could easily pick out the booth where Marvin and JJ were waiting. He and Schneep hurried over there. “Hey guys,” he said. “What’s up?”

“Uhhhhh not much,” Marvin said.

Chase waited for him to keep talking, but... that was all he wanted to say, apparently. An awkward silence passed between the four boys as Schneep and JJ instinctively also waited. Then JJ started signing, as if to make up for his brother’s quietness. Classes are really picking up by now, aren’t they? The first week of school is an easy period. But now the teachers are starting to get serious. I’ve already had a pop quiz in English, though the teacher said it was more to test our starting knowledge.

“Oh yeah, I had one of those in math!” Chase nodded. He sat down in the booth, sliding onto the bench across from the twins. “It was really tough. I mean, how do people expect us to remember stuff after months?”

“Chase, are you a goldfish?” Schneep asked, sitting down next to him.

“Huh? No, why the heck would you say that?”

“Because a goldfish has a memory of three months,” Schneep said. “And human memory lasts for a lot longer.”

Marvin laughed. “Wait, really? I thought goldfish only had a few seconds of memory.”

“That is a common, ah... miscon—m-misconseep—misconsahhh... mistake.”

Misconception? JJ asked, spelling out the word.

“Yes, that! How do you say that out loud?”

“Misconception,” Chase said.

“Mis-con-cep-tion,” Schneep repeated, sounding it out carefully. “Well, where is Jackie? And Stacy?”

We haven’t seen her, but Jackie is just getting off of work here, JJ explained. We saw him walking around while we were waiting. He said he’d be here soon.

“Great! Oh, you got menus.” Chase picked one up, despite already knowing what he wanted to get. “Mom gave us ten pounds to buy stuff, and I have a few quarters in case we go over.”

“Quarters?” Marvin repeated, confused.

“Oh, sorry, uh... I’ve never really gotten used to the money here.” Chase reached into his pocket and pulled out some loose coins. “I mean these ones.”

10p coins, JJ said, leaning forward for a better look. And one 20p.

“Riiight, right.”

Silence fell at the table once again. Chase looked down at the menu, not sure what else to do. Why did things feel so... different?

“Why are you guys so quiet?”

He looked up again, and there she was: Stacy. She was wearing a pink T-shirt layered over a white tank top, a ruffly skirt, jeans, and her signature pink glasses. “Hi,” Chase said.

“Hi. It’s weird that you’re just sitting here.” Stacy looked back and forth between the two benches in the booth. Clearly trying to figure out where to sit herself. One bench: Marvin and JJ. The other: Chase and Schneep. She chose the one with Chase and Schneep. “Like, you guys talk a lot.”

“I don’t talk a lot,” Chase muttered.

“I mean as a group. You’re some of the most talky boys out there.” Stacy rolled her eyes. “Anyway. My family’s here. They’re probably watching us right now. So don’t be weird.”

“Right, don’t be weird, guys.” Marvin’s tone was oddly flat.

“Wait, no I didn’t mean it like that!” Stacy protested. “It’s like, my parents were really weird about me hanging out with a bunch of boys, and Mom kept asking if I liked any of you, and then Roxy was teasing me and trying to get me to tell her which one of you I liked, so I when I said don’t be weird, I really mean don’t do anything that would make my family think I liked one of you.”

Now Marvin looked vaguely confused. “You don’t want your family to know you like us?”

“No, I mean... like like,” Stacy stressed. “Like... boyfriend-girlfriend.”

“Ohhhh.” Marvin nodded slowly. “Don’t worry, I don’t want a girlfriend. And I don’t think JJ does, eith—ow!” He was cut off by JJ suddenly and sharply elbowing him in the side. Meanwhile, JJ’s eyes were suddenly fixed on the menu, despite his face slowly turning red.

Chase was about to ask what that was about, but he was distracted by a familiar figure approaching. “Oh, Jackie’s here now! Hey!” He waved him over.

“Hey, little guys. And girl.” Jackie grinned at them. “Could’ve saved me some room.” He grabbed a chair from a nearby empty table and dragged it over, sitting at the end of the booth.

“There’s room on their side. See?” Schneep pointed at the empty space next to JJ on the bench.

“Yeah, but it’ll be squished with me there. I take up more space than any of you.” Jackie stretched. By the looks of it, he’d just thrown on his hoodie and beanie over the Zelly’s uniform: a pale blue dress shirt and white apron. “Anyway. What’s the stuff you saw at the planetarium?”

It was these three who saw it all. JJ pointed at Marvin, Chase, and Stacy.

“Huh? Why’re you pointing at me?” Stacy asked.

“He’s saying we’re the ones who saw what happened,” Chase said.

“Oh, you don’t know sign language, huh Stacy?” Jackie noticed.

“No. I could try to learn it, I guess? But I don’t know how.”

“There are a lot of books in the city library that could help,” Jackie said encouragingly. “That’s where I learned. And any of us could help you if you need it.”

JJ reached into his bag and pulled out his notebook and pencil—something Chase hadn’t seen him use in a while. He wrote something down, then turned it around for Stacy to see. Don’t worry, I’m fine with writing for a little while.

“Okay.” Stacy nodded. “Anyway, uh... yeah. Can we talk about the freaky stuff now?”

“Yeah, that’s a good idea.” Chase took a deep breath. “Okay, so it started when I talked with your friend, actually, Jackie. Mincy. She was there that day, and she pointed out some stuff that I wanted to try and find, to see if there was weird greenlight stuff going on there...”

He explained the whole thing, with help from Stacy occasionally adding stuff in. Marvin, surprisingly, didn’t have a lot to say about it all. They took a break in the middle to order ice cream from a waiter that came over—who Jackie introduced as “Halley”—but kept going nonstop besides that.

When it was all done, Jackie was leaning forward onto the table, a worried expression on his face. “So... your teacher and this other guy talked about recruiting someone? You’re sure?”

“Yeah.” Chase nodded.

“The question is, what are they recruiting this someone to?” Schneep asked. “Isn’t recruiting something you do to get someone in the army?”

“Well, it can be the army, but I doubt that’s what they meant,” Jackie said. “You can recruit anyone to any sort of big group. Personally, my mind went to, like... a cult or something.”

“Like in Indiana Jones?” Chase asked.

“Huh?”

“The second one. With the guy with the hat with horns.”

“That movie’s rated a 12, when did you see that?” Jackie asked, concerned.

“I am twelve, I can see a rated 12 movie!” Chase said defensively. Even though he hadn’t been twelve when he’d seen it, but that was besides the point!

“Uh-huh.” Jackie clearly didn’t buy that, but he moved on. “Well, yes, the bad guys in that movie could be considered a cult, but cults exist in real-life too, and they don’t sacrifice people or do cartoonishly evil stuff. But even so, they’re... really scary.”

JJ was writing in his notebook while Jackie and Chase talked. He now handed the notebook to Stacy, then started to sign the same thing that he wrote. I think we should be more worried about what they were doing down there. If they knew about the strange basement, do they know about more of the strange things going on around town?

“Yes, that’s what I am worried about too.” Schneep nodded. “We cannot let them find out we know, too.”

“Why not?” Stacy asked. “I mean, we freaked out and ran because we weren’t supposed to be in the basement. But like... if there are grown-ups who know about this stuff, can’t we get their help? We don’t have to tell them we found their secret basement. We can just say we found out about the weird stuff another way.”

Schneep tensed. “W-well... they might not... like that we know. They might be upset. And they might try to... stop us from helping.” Chase subtly scooted closer to him and put his hand on top of his. Schneep relaxed slightly.

“Yeah, they seem suspicious to me,” Jackie agreed. “We’ve been doing this because we want to stop all the chaos the greenlight causes. We don’t know what this... this mystery group wants to do. What if... what if they’re trying to use the greenlight somehow?”

Stacy raised an eyebrow. “Is that something you can do?”

“Well we kinda did before,” Marvin said, finally speaking up. “My crystals helped channel the greenlight and cured the monster dog. So it’s not impossible. And Anti was able to use the greenlight. But he’s a weird shadow ghost thing, so I guess that’s not really related.”

“So people might be able to use the greenlight if we used some sort of... device, or something,” Chase said. “Like the crystals. Or maybe any rock could work?”

“Maybe,” Jackie said. “Maybe that’s what the group’s trying to figure out. We just don’t know. All we know is that they’re keeping this a secret. And I know that’s what we’ve been doing, but that’s cause we didn’t think anyone would believe us, right? The mystery group could show everyone proof, since they have that basement. But they don’t. I doubt it’s because they also don’t think anyone would believe them. I think... I think they want it to stay secret.” He shook his head. “I dunno. I don’t have any proof for that. It’s just a gut feeling.”

“Can I ask about something else?” Schneep said. “Anti. What does he want? He helped you three get out of that room without doors, but he also made the monster dog go after us. Is he part of the mystery group? Or is he their enemy? Is he our enemy?”

A moment passed. JJ took his notebook back, wrote something down for Stacy, then repeated it in sign for the rest of the group. He’s certainly interested in us, but I don’t know if that means he likes us or hates us. It’s hard to tell. He said everyone would know about the greenlight eventually. What did that mean?

Chase shrugged. “Dunno. JJ, you know you could just write and not bother to sign, right? We can all see it when you hold up the notebook.”

JJ frowned. That’s like asking someone not to talk at all just because they don’t speak the same language as you.

“Oh. Sorry.”

“I think that Anti definitely knows about the mystery group,” Schneep said. “Because he showed up in the basement. He had to know it was there.”

“Unless he was just following us,” Marvin pointed out.

“No, Schneep’s right, it makes more sense for Anti to know,” Jackie said. “Otherwise he wouldn’t have known how to get you out of that room. And that ‘everyone will know about the greenlight’ thing... I think that’s related to him, or to the mystery group. Not sure which. But one of them.”

Stacy sighed. “This is complicated. You guys do this all the time?”

“Well the mystery group is new, so that makes it more complicated,” Chase explained. “Before this we were just fighting monsters. It was awesome. But I guess we can still do that.”

“Sure, fight monsters or whatever.” Stacy shrugged. “But what I want to know is if we’re gonna go back to the planetarium.”

“Uhhhh...” Chase thought about it. “I mean, we’ve always gone back to a place where there was something weird. But I don’t really want to run into people who’re part of the mystery group. I dunno how they’ll react if they find us.”

“But I think we need information on them,” Schneep pointed out. “We know nothing right now.”

“You’re both right,” Jackie said. “I think we need to know more about these guys. What they want, at least. But it’ll be dangerous for you guys to go check it out... so I have an idea. They don’t know about me. I wasn’t part of your field trip. I’ll go by myself to see if I can find anything.”

“What? You’re not letting us come?” Chase knew he was whining, but he couldn’t help it. He didn’t want to miss this!

“Sorry, little man.” Jackie shrugged. “I can’t really stop you from doing anything, I mean, I’m not your parent or anything. But I really think I should go by myself. I have the perfect cover. Mincy works there, so if I’m snooping around a ‘Staff Only’ door, I can say that I’m looking for her.”

Chase folded his arms and slumped down into his seat. “I guess that makes sense,” he grudgingly admitted.

Will you be okay by yourself? JJ asked, looking worried.

“I’ll be very careful,” Jackie said. “I promise.”

Schneep frowned. “It feels... strange, for just one person to go out and do something.”

Jackie smiled. “Well, you guys went on the field trip without me, so it’s only fair I get a chance to see what the planetarium’s all about.”

“Jameson and I didn’t even see anything!” Schneep protested.

“Well... yeah,” Jackie admitted. “But you at least had the chance to. I might not find anything myself, but I want that chance.”

Schneep sighed. “Fine. But... be careful. I-if they catch you, th-they might..” He swallowed a lump in his throat. “Do not get hurt.”

Jackie nodded, looking serious. “I won’t. I’ll just go in and get out quickly.” He glanced away from the table. “Oh. Looks like our ice cream’s coming. Hey, Halley! Thanks so much.”

The rest of the meeting passed with ice cream and small talk. They’d made a decision and they were going to stick to it, even if not all of them were happy about it.

But Chase couldn’t help but feel like something was a bit weird about their little group right now. Things felt just a bit off. He couldn’t put a finger on it. Maybe... something was missing.

++++++++++++++++++++

As soon as they walked out of Zelly’s front door, JJ pulled Marvin to the side and asked, Is something wrong?

“I dunno what you mean.” Marvin turned away from JJ and began scanning the sidewalk. “I always forget where the bike rack is here...”

JJ grabbed Marvin’s shoulder and turned him back around. You didn’t say much while in there. And you kept looking out the window. Also you tore up the napkins into little bits and kicked the table legs a lot. You only do stuff like that when something’s not alright. Did something happen? Are you okay?

Marvin paused. “I’m fine. It’s just a bad day, I think. A lot of stuff happened in class, and then it was really loud in there. That’s it. I’m fine.” He hoped that JJ, as observant as he was, didn’t notice that Marvin had been doing okay until Chase arrived.

JJ frowned. What happened in class?

“First hallway talk of the year,” Marvin tried to sound casual.

Who was it? Why?

“Ms. Locke, in World History. We got put into groups for a project and I got really frustrated and shouted a lot.”

Why? JJ repeated.

Marvin glanced away. “The other guys weren’t listening to me. I was right, and they just were like ‘okay whatever’ but they didn’t get it, and they weren’t listening, and—the professor was walking past at the wrong time, that’s all. So I got a hallway talk about compromise or whatever.” He knew how to ‘compromise’ already, but Ms. Locke had given him the lecture anyway. Like he was a kid. He wasn’t a kid. He was almost fourteen. 

The other kids were ignoring you, that’s not fair, JJ said, scowling. Maybe you shouldn’t have shouted, but compromise wasn’t the problem.

“Yeah.” Marvin kicked at a rock on the ground. Then he bent down and picked it up. It was really smooth, normally that didn’t happen in this environment. He stared at it, then put it in his pocket. “I didn’t say anything to her. It’s fine. I’m fine now. I wanna go home. God knows we have enough fucking homework to do.”

JJ nodded. Okay. The bike rack’s around the corner.

“Right, I always forget.” Marvin wrapped his cape tighter around him. “Let’s go.”

As they walked down the sidewalk, they didn’t notice the extra shadow behind them.

++++++++++++++++++++

It was easy for Jackie to convince his friends to go to the planetarium. He just pointed out how none of them had really been there since Mincy had gotten the job, and they should really take advantage of her employee discount on the admission. All of them agreed to go together the next morning, on Saturday. Jackie’s dad had work so he couldn’t use the car, but that was okay. The group just used Ram’s car instead. Even if they did have to move stuff around because Ram kept some of their campaign stuff in the back seat. Jackie nearly sat on a handful of dice.

For many of them, it was the first time they’d been to the planetarium. Only two had gone before. Mincy, obviously, and Sylvester, who’d gone to visit her on the job a couple times. “It’s bigger than I expected,” Celine said as they walked in through the front doors.

“Right? It’s huge. I kept getting lost for the first couple weeks.” Mincy giggled. “Anyway I’ll talk to the desk guys and get us all in.”

A few minutes later, the six teens were wandering about the planetarium, with Mincy giving them all behind-the-scenes facts about the exhibits. For such a big building, it really felt empty. Not because there weren’t a lot of people. There were a lot of customers. But they were all spread out so much. Jackie felt oddly exposed.

He tried not to be obvious about his search for these weird staff doors. Chase had mentioned one hidden in the hall with the big model planets, but honestly? Jackie couldn’t see it. Supposedly it was hidden behind Neptune, but he’d looked at it from all angles and couldn’t see any door on the wall behind the model. And his friends noticed him looking. This prompted a joke from Sylvester about him being so interested in Uranus, only for Fengge to immediately correct him on which planet it was. The conversation immediately shifted to dunking on Sylvester for not noticing the labeled plaque, and everyone forgot about Jackie’s weird interest in the model, but Jackie decided he should probably stop searching for a few minutes. To give them time to forget.

Even so, Jackie found he couldn’t really pay attention to what was going on. His eyes kept wandering. While his friends gathered around one exhibit—something about rolling coins down a funnel that represented a black hole—he hung back a bit, eyes scanning every inch of the walls. There were no staff doors. But he knew Chase and the others wouldn’t lie. What was going on?

His friends were talking. “Honestly, this place is cool,” Fengge was saying. “Fun things to do. Could be a great location for a date, like how people sometimes go to aquariums or amusement parks.”

“Yeah, you should take Jackie on a date here,” Mincy said jokingly. “I’ll give you the discount.”

Jackie snapped back to attention. “Sorry, what?”

“Since when were you two dating?” Sylvester said.

“We are not!” Fengge protested.

“Didn’t you guys mention going to a dance once?” Celine asked.

“We were thirteen, it doesn’t count,” Jackie insisted. “And it was super awkward the whole time.”

“Yeah, this was before we both had the realizations,” Fengge added. “So Jackie felt weird and I wasn’t into it.”

“You guys could try again!” Mincy teased. “Your realizations have opened up the possibility.”

Jackie and Fengge glanced at each other. Then looked away. “Yeah, no thanks,” Jackie said.

“Nuh-uh.” Fengge shook his head.

“Couldn’t Jackie date like... every one of us?” Ram mused.

“Not me!” Sylvester said. “Or Celine, either.”

“Give it time.” Ram laughed. “Maybe all of us will realize something eventually. And then we can all date Jackie. Hell, I’d be down for that.”

“I don’t want to date anyone right now, thank you very much.” Jackie pulled his beanie lower over his head, half-wanting to pull it completely over his face to hide his blush of embarrassment. “I’ll just wait until university for that.”

“But having a teen romance is great!” Mincy said. “I want one!”

“You, uh, you do?” Sylvester said. “That’s funny, I-I also think... it would be fun.” He stared at her.

“Really? Wow. We should both start dating someone then.” Mincy looked back at the black hole display. “Anyway, does anyone else have any coins? I wanna try again. Mine kept falling over.”

Sylvester sighed. “Yeah, I have some you can use.”

Jackie looked away from the group, trying to hide his still-red face. And that’s when he finally saw something. Half-hidden behind a display about the life cycle of a star... there was a ‘Staff Only’ door. But it hadn’t been there when Jackie looked at the display a few minutes ago. What the hell? “Uh, hey guys, I’m gonna go to the bathroom,” Jackie said. “You guys keep going.”

“Are you sure?” Sylvester asked. “I think we’re gonna move on to the next room.”

“Yeah, I’ll catch up.” Jackie smiled. “You guys go on. I’ll text you if I can’t find you.”

The others nodded and made various statements of “see you later.” But as Jackie turned to leave, Celine put a hand on his arm, stopping him. “Jackie, do you...” she frowned. “Do you think something feels different in this room?”

Jackie shrugged casually. “Not really. Why?”

“I’m not sure. It felt like... I don’t know. Maybe it was just a breeze.” Celine shook her head. “Anyway. Be right back.”

“I will be.” And with that, Jackie turned and started heading towards one of the room’s exits. His friends headed out a different one. As soon as he was sure he was alone, he turned and headed straight for that star display. The staff door was still there. With how it was half-behind the display, it looked like there would be barely enough room for it to open wide enough for someone to get in. Jackie took a deep breath. Then reached out and grabbed the handle, pulling it open—

And then he was falling through darkness.

Jackie landed hard on his back, momentarily knocking the breath out of him. But he quickly got to his feet and looked around. It was almost completely dark. The only light was a thin line of yellow light. Jackie hurried over there. He reached out and felt his way around... This was a corner where two walls were supposed to join. But they weren’t actually connected. Jackie could grab the edge of one. Slowly, awkwardly, he pushed one of the walls, pivoting it outwards until the gap was big enough to squeeze through. The moment he was through, he looked around this space, and gasped.

It was just as Chase, Marvin, and Stacy had described. A wide open, near-empty basement space, filled with floating spheres of yellow light and random objects that drifted through the air regardless of gravity. It was amazing. Jackie was so in awe that he almost forgot what he was doing here. But then he remembered.

He reached into his hoodie pocket and took something out. His camera, kept safe in its bag. He removed it from that bag and started snapping pictures. He should have been doing this with all the supernatural stuff they’d encountered, but most of the time he had either no chance to prepare for that, or no chance to take pictures while they were fighting the thing. This was the perfect opportunity to document all the weird shit they’d seen.

After a few shots, he wasn’t sure what to do next. So... he started walking. If he remembered what Chase and the others had said correctly, he would eventually come to walls full of staircases.

But before he found that, he noticed something else. In the middle of the basement (or what he assumed was the middle) there were... he wasn’t sure what they were. Those things that people used to indicate where a queue was supposed to go. A pole with some sort of retractable rope, with a clasp on the end that could hook onto another pole. They were fun to mess with. Right now, four of those poles were set up in a square around something.

Jackie walked closer. They were sectioning off a part of the floor. There was... a crack in the ground. It was maybe three feet long. The cheap carpet of the basement peeled away at its edges, revealing concrete beneath. Inside the crack was pure darkness. It gave Jackie the chills, but he held up his camera and took pictures of it anyway.

He leaned over the rope, trying to get a good angle from above. Click! And the camera flashed—despite the flash being off. Strange. And what was stranger, what made him uneasy... was that the white light of the flash seemed tinted green.

In the darkness beneath the crack, something faintly flickered green. Something either very small or very far away.

Jackie’s stomach dropped. He turned and ran in the other direction. He stumbled. The ground felt fragile beneath his feet so he ran until it felt solid once again.

++++++++++++++++++++

Jackie couldn’t find anything else of note in the basement. When he reached the wall of staircases, he spared a moment to take a couple pictures of the unbelievable sight and then hurried up the nearest stairs. He couldn’t shake the feeling that he was being watched.

The staircase ended in a closed door. Jackie pushed it open and found himself back in the planetarium, right by that giant pendulum exhibit. He texted his friends to figure out where they’d gone. They were on the third floor. He half-ran all the way there. That feeling of being watched didn’t fade until he rejoined the group.

The rest of the visit passed without anything unusual happening. Except... as they finally left the building, he noticed a group of four planetarium employees gathered in the corner of the front lobby. They were talking seriously. And they kept glancing at every group of customers that left. In the car, Jackie asked Mincy if she’d noticed them, and if she knew what that was about. She had. All of those employees were some of the senior members, the ones who’d been on the staff for a long time. “No idea what they were talking about,” she said. “The senior guys kinda do their own thing.”

Later that night, Jackie looked through the photos on his camera, getting ready to print them out and show them to the kids the next chance he got. And two things stood out.

First, there was a pattern in the carpet. It was very faint, just a slight discoloration that he hadn’t paid much attention to in person, but it was more obvious in pictures. Faint lines... all leading to, or coming from, the crack in the floor.

Second... the photo he took when the camera had suddenly flashed for no reason was tinted green. And there was a shadow. He would have mistaken it for his own... but there had been no strong light source behind him to cast such a distinct shadow. And even if there was, the flash would have eliminated it. But it was unmistakable. A shadow. Not his. But maybe that of a boy around his age, standing right behind him.

++++++++++++++++++++

Two weeks had passed since their meeting in Zelly’s. Jackie had briefly met up with Chase and Schneep, using “babysitting” as an excuse to come over to their house. He’d given them copies of some photographs he’d taken of the strange basement, and Chase and Schneep had passed on some copies to the twins and Stacy. Other than that, they hadn’t been able to meet up and talk about it. School was picking up and all of them were starting to be busy.

Ugh... school. Marvin really hated school. It took up so much of their lives. Even on the weekends.

Though tomorrow was a Saturday, their parents wanted Marvin and JJ to keep a consistent sleep schedule during the school year, so they insisted that the twins wake up fairly early. Or, they insisted that Jameson wake up early. Marvin had long since learned that they didn’t really care if he slept in or not. But since JJ and him shared the room, he was usually woken up by the alarm clock anyway.

This meant that the two of them tried to go to bed early when possible. Emphasis on “tried.” Neither of them were sleepy when they got into bed around 9:00 and instead ended up just lying there in the dark for a couple hours before sleep finally came.

Such was the case tonight. Marvin wanted to go to sleep, but he just wasn’t tired. He could have tried talking to JJ. He sometimes did that. But not tonight. It just felt like too much effort. So, without much to do but lie there, his thoughts began to wander... And eventually landed on things he didn’t want to think about.

I don’t want people to know I’m friends with weirdo magic people.

He’d thought Chase would be different.

Did people think he didn’t notice? He might not be that good with social stuff, but that didn’t mean he was dumb. He noticed how he and JJ were always the last people picked for group projects or sports teams in gym. He could tell that other kids didn’t usually want to keep talking to him. Even if they never insulted them or anything, it was obvious that he was doing something wrong. That he was weird. But he didn’t know what he was supposed to do. He didn’t know what everyone else wanted.

As he tried to stop thinking about this stuff, Marvin noticed something... different. It was a noise. A faint hissing sound. Marvin opened his eyes, looking through the slats on the side of his bunk. He couldn’t see anything from this angle. So he sat up and looked over the edge. Their room was empty. “JJ?” he whispered.

There was no response from the bottom bunk.

“JJ!” he said again, not quite shouting. “Are you awake?”

Now there was some rustling of sheets. Marvin felt his mattress raise, pressed up from below.

“Do you hear that hissing noise?” Marvin asked.

The two of them had long-ago figured out a way to communicate when they were in bed. After all, Marvin couldn’t see JJ’s signs while he was above him. So JJ would knock on the metal pole connecting the bedframes together. It started as a simple “once for yes, two for no” system, but they added “three for maybe, four for ‘go to sleep.’” Right now, JJ just knocked once. A simple yes.

“Do you know what that is?” Marvin asked.

Two knocks for no. More sheets moving around. JJ probably sat up.

“Can you see anything?”

A pause. Then two more knocks.

“Huh.” Marvin stared at the darkness of their room. There was a little light coming from the cracks around their door—Mam and Dad insisted on keeping the hallway light on, “just in case”—and there was a faint red light coming from their alarm clock’s digital numbers.

Wait. Was that red glow a bit stronger than usual?

It was. And it was getting brighter.

The numbers on the clock flickered, then blinked. The time of 10:16 disappeared, replaced by random other numbers and then landed on 88:88. And then the red light turned green. The hissing sound got louder. Marvin realized it wasn’t just any hissing. It was static, like the car radio when they drove out of range of the local station.

The green glow filled their room. Then between one blink and the next, someone appeared, standing in the middle of their room. It was Anti. He looked the same as he had the last time they’d both seen him, his body mostly shadow except for his face and hands. Except... now those shadowy parts looked a bit less translucent. Just a bit. But enough to be noticeable.

“You!” Marvin started, bumping his head against the ceiling. “Owwww fuck!” Beneath him, he heard the squeak of the bedframe as Jameson got ready to stand up.

“Hi.” Anti grinned and waved. His whole form was surrounded by that green glow. Even his teeth looked backlit by the light. “Do you know what today is?”

“Uh—I don’t fucking—the tenth, I think?” Marvin sputtered.

“It’s the tenth!” Anti repeated cheerfully. “That’s a very important day. I guess you could say... it’s my birthday.” His green eyes flicked up and down, between the two brothers. “You should wish me a happy birthday.”

“Why?” Marvin asked. 

Anti’s head tilted to the side. “Why? Did you both ask why? Because it’s the nice thing to do, isn’t it? So do it.”

Marvin didn’t appreciate being told to be nice. Because usually, people just meant ‘do this thing you don’t want to do or else people will get offended for no real reason.’ But Anti being in their room, surrounded by that green light and that sound of radio static, was really freaking him out. Maybe if he just did it, Anti would go away. “Uh... happy birthday?”

Anti smiled again. “Thank you.” His eyes flicked down to the bottom bunk, where Jameson was. And he stared. A moment passed. Then that smile fell and was replaced by a frown. “Well, fine. Don’t, then.” He looked back up at Marvin. “I’m going to give you a nice present on your birthday. But JJ’s too rude. Now he gets to be jealous.” Anti waved again. “It’s coming up soon, isn’t it? I’ll see you then.”

And in an instant, he was gone. The green glow and static vanished, leaving only the light from the door and the alarm clock’s numbers—blinking 12:00 over and over.

Marvin stared at the spot where Anti was just a moment ago. But Jameson immediately started to move. He jumped up from his bunk and ran over to the light switch, flicking it on. Now they both stared at the spot where Anti was.

“What...” Marvin said, “...the absolute fuck was that about?”

JJ shook his head, bewildered. I feel like that was a test, he said.

“Well if it was, you failed.”

JJ looked at him. What do you mean?

“He wanted you to say ‘happy birthday’ and you didn’t,” Marvin explained. “And then he called you rude. I think you fucked yourself over.”

I don’t think he understands BSL, so I was fucked anyway, JJ said. That’s not really fair, is it?

“No.” Another moment of silence passed. Neither of them wanted to look away from where Anti had been. “Well... I guess we'll just go back to bed, then?” Marvin said, uncertain.

I guess? JJ says, equally uncertain. Should we be worried about him showing up on our birthday? Maybe we shouldn’t have the party?

“I don’t think Mam will let us cancel the party,” Marvin muttered. “She was so fucking excited to have other kids in our house. Which... I don’t get. We’re here all the time anyway. But whatever.” He chuckled. “Hey. Leave the alarm clock like that. You’ll be able to sleep in and claim it’s cause the clock broke in the middle of the night and erased your alarm.”

JJ stared at the clock thoughtfully. Then he nodded. I suppose it would be good to have an excuse.

“Niiiice.” Marvin grinned.

Good night, Marvin, JJ said, grinning right back. I’ll see you in the morning. Then he flipped the light off and walked back to bed. The bedframe squeaked again as he got settled down.

“Good night, JJ,” Marvin said, and laid back down. He stared at the ceiling.

I don’t want people to know I’m friends with weirdo magic guys.

Life was weird. He didn’t understand why people were so concerned with avoiding it.

It took him a long time to finally fall asleep.

[mental-health-advice]

Hello!

(tw mentions of sh but nothing graphic)

I really dont know if this is the place for this, if so simply being able to write this out is probably helpful. I am in a romantic relationship with someone who self harms (were both 19). This was a thing i knew about before we got together, we were both going through a rough patch then and bonded a lot of beinf able to talk about our problems, i think back then i was so busy dealing with my own mountain of problems and thoughts of self inury (that i luckily never followed through on) that worry for someone else didnt even fit.

While all the resources I can find are really helpful im at a bit of a loss now, ive done everything right, i already had expierience with other friends and myself. They are in therapy and are on the path to healing, take good care of the wounds generally and we can openly comunicate about this and generally have been able to do so effectively.

These last few months however theres been more slip ups than before. I know progress is not linear, and its still much a work in progress (this has been an issue for 7 years, 1 year of recovery is obviously nothing). I am incredibly proud of the progress they have made, last year it was twice weekly trips to the ER, so even twice a month is huge already. also know they wont be able to quit or even signficantly reduce the self harm until they move out, since their family is unstable and does everything wrong (gets angry, threatens with ultimatums, generally extremely scared of their scars).

last few times with a slip up its made me freak out too, I have an anxiety disorder which this now triggers (i used to have a slightly better grip on this) I try to remain calm and helpful for their sake, but its mostly incredibly upsetting im not there to help them, and i know being there to talk helps but ive run out of material ways to help. It also feels like it proves my fear that something will always go wrong, which can lead me to have panic attacks. Ive talked about this with them of course and we get through it together, i really want to be better at keeping a slightly leverer head though. I used to have counceling too who helped me, but since i turned 18 and finished school im now on a waitinglist for adult help, and while talking to other friends helps somewhat its still generally makes me panic, sleep badly and sometimes have nightmares. I really love them, whenever were together we bring out the best in eachother and im afraid if i talk about this too much to people theyll tell me to break up with them.

we have plans to move in together for university next year, which im sure will help a lot (i know they wont magically heal then either, but ill be there as a more sturdy support and theyll be able to access ER, etc without being shamed) and ill have a therapist again then too, so its just these coming months that are going to be very rough. I just never know how to calm myself down, i know its not rational (they are hurt but never badly, they always talk to me about it, their psychologist will generally help too) i also know im allowed to feel sad and scared, i just want to be more in control.

back when i had a therapist she used to talk about trying to stay at my own feelings, not getting dragged down into someone else. But i just dont know how to do that, whenever it happens its just so sad and i hate it. No matter how much i remind myself even after ive allowed myself a period to be sad that itll be okay and they are relatively safe and i see them every week it feels so awful. Its not very tennable to ruin my whole night, next day on this every time. sorry this is sooo long but i feel the context is important as ive gone through a lot of advice, thank u tho.

Hey there,

Whilst I think that it is great that you have been able to help this person for such a long period of time, unfortunately it is not always sustainable no matter how much we would like it to be. This though doesn’t mean that you shouldn’t try if you want to, I am just trying to point out that unless you look after yourself too and put a bit of a barrier between you and this person then it is likely that things may not change or improve for YOU.

I know how great it can feel when we help another and especially when we see such big improvements for the person we are trying to help and support, but the end line is that we can only do so much until we ourself begin to crumble or struggle a bit (which it sounds like you are to some degree) and so I am wondering if you can put some space between this person and you at all to focus on yourself a bit more and self-care may be of some benefit to you.

In regards to this person, any day of no self-harm is an amazing achievement and no amount of set backs or slip ups/ relapses can take these achievements away from them. It’s important to know that that recovery comes from within and so unless this person chooses to and is ready to focus on their recovery then it is unlikely that things will change for them and they will still be in survival mode. This is in no way your fault, and nor is there much you can do about it as we cannot choose recovery for another person, it has to be when they are ready and choose to try to commit. And even then, it’s quite normal to go back to survival mode and go back and forth between recovery and not, this does not mean they are not still trying, but rather they are just human like everyone of us are. I remember in my own recovery away from self-harm I did go in and out of trying to not self-harm depending on how strong I felt on the day and what triggers may have come up that made me want to self-harm, this didn’t mean I wasn’t trying or that, it was just that I was really struggling and the urges to self-harm were too strong to try and fight them.

So, what can you do?

To begin with try to be patient with yourself and this person and know that even when they seem to not be trying, they actually are. Try to put some space in between you and this person to enable you to look after yourself too. You can do this by practising good self-care (trying to eat healthy, doing some exercise a few times a week and trying to get a good nights sleep) and tyring to have some ‘down time’ where you can simply just think about yourself and do some things that you enjoy doing whatever that may be. I know that you may feel selfish and bad for taking some time out for yourself, but if you don’t look after yourself then it won’t be sustainable to help support others and be there for them if you choose to do so.

In regards to how it can make you feel when this person does self-harm or is struggling quite a bit, as your therapist mentioned to you, try to take a step back and allow yourself some time to grieve or feel sad and try to be kind to yourself – I know how it can feel like a loss to you as well when someone is struggling and self-harms as a result, but in reality it has nothing to do with you and how much or how little you are there for the, it is bound to happen anyway and this in no way reflects on you and how good a job you may be doing to support them through difficult times and days.

I know that you mentioned that it can cause great anxiety when they do self-harm now, and so when this happens, again, try to be kind to yourself and do try to take some time out for you. And I know, this is much easier said than done, but it will get easier though with practice and it may also be helpful to check out our page on calming anxiety and panic as well for some more ideas on different coping strategies.

I really hope that this has helped a bit and please do let us know if we can help to support you in any other way!

I’m thinking of you and hope that you are going OK!

Take care,

Lauren

[fair-night-starry-tears]

Okay here’s sad cosmic being officially breaking up with their ex, finished stuff gets their bio after this mess

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How many years were these two together? They don’t know. But long when they first started working their jobs. Fresh new workers.

Asteria, fresh new and vibrant wish maker, and Jericho, serious and stern auditor, they were new to the business. New to their own work. Literally. Being formed by their creator. They were, special. Asteria was the luckier ones to be a wish master. Their physical form are put to slumber for thousands aeons, while Jericho. He was different. He was a strict and reasonable man, he was much the opposite of Asteria extroverted and excited energy. He was, introverted, calm, and riddler for the rules and law. When Jericho actually saw Asteria wish master form, he was smitten to their looks. And same for Asteria to Jericho charismatic and noble looks. The fact the two ever hit it off was like a surprising tale. The office was surprise as well. Shocked looks when they announce to be together were the strangest. They do show each other their places, and share each other keys to each other houses. But sadly…..

Unique love, always flattens by someone greed.

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Asteria was just sitting at their empty wish making room. Just an empty yellows room with only a giant screen and hot tub. Asteria sighed as they hover around. Their long beautiful pink hair flowing like water, they used their special unique remote to summon their jar of pickles. Asteria opened the jar until they pause hearing a knock, they open the cube entrances as they were gleaming to see Jericho. “Oh babe! Hey! Didn’t get your message. Uhhh, it’s like 00730000 in the hour. Why the visit?” They ask. “No time for talk. Just going to chill in your time room.” That’s right. Asteria showed Jericho their time room, the creation and beauty of time and space. “Oh….. uhhh….. do you want something to eat? I could order.” They responded.

“You pick.” He said. Asteria sighed, “what about pizza today? I’m gonna watch the multiverse. Wanna join?” They asked. “Ew. Pizza. Can’t we have something else? We ate that junk last week.” Jericho responded, as he enter the few staircases underground to make way to the tile room. With Asteria following and hovering. “oh yeah but like. You always do that. I offer, you say you don’t mind, but when I say something you shoot it down and we always don’t eat. Then I always watch the multiverse without you again. Come on babe. Just for the day. Please…..?” They asked. “And it’s always my time room. It’s not like you’re just staying with me for it. Right?” They asked. As Jericho paused and glared at them. “Are you accusing me of such things?” He asked. “U-uhhh uhhh…. I mean…. It’s always my time room after I showed you-” Asteria pause. As a stinging pain slapped them across the face. “Honestly Asteria. To accuse me of that, that’s absurd. Be better.”

This was the same thing too. Their relationship became rocky. They break up, get back together, and rinse repeat. They are thousands of years old together. But now. It doesn’t feel like the same guy Asteria fell for years ago. “Jericho please, relax. I’m sorry! It’s just, you stop hanging out with me.” They responded. “Being an auditor is tough work. Finding lowly criminals and egging them to capsulation is tough work. Unlike yours just lazing ‘bout and granting wishes.” He shot to the cosmic figments toon. “Hey, my wishes are like monkeys paws. There’s always a catch to each wish.” But Jericho rolled his eyes and found the time room. “Sometimes I wish you just leave me alone.” He said as he made his way to the door. Asteria rushed over it. “And I wish you answer my question better. We’ve been together for so long! I sensed your heart! You jolted! You only jolt for our boss or being interrogated!” They shouted. “Answer me! Answer me if you’re just actually staying with me for my goddamn time room!” They shouted, their face glowing red and tears peaking from their eyes. Jericho scoffed, and finally spoke. “Yes.” The dreaded weight crashed onto Asteria. “Was it…. Since the day I showed you the room?” They asked. “No….. when we first started working.” He said. Asteria gasped. “When I heard your job, you had it easy.” Jericho answered.

“You laze around, you grant wishes, you’re not in physical form and you’re creating dimensions and universes by your own will. I. Was. Jealous.” He said. “I only said yes to you, is because I wanted to see it all. Everything! You’re just sad, and pathetic…..” Asteria was stunned. They were shocked. They were…. Betrayed. By the person they love…. Correction, LOVED. “….. out….” They mumbled. “What was that?” Jericho rudely spoke. “I said….. get OUTTTTTTT!!!” As Asteria beautiful and shimmering pink hair turned into a darken black. Their blue eyes turned to of black with the sclera turning red. Jericho knew this look, he seen it so much when Asteria looses their mind. Asteria pulled out their remote, and zapped Jericho to their place. Then they calmed down, and immediately began to sob and feel on their knees to the ground. They used the remote to send all of Jericho junk back to his place. And Asteria could son knowing the truth. They did an immediate lock down. Closing all entrances to the inside of the cube. They went back up stairs, grabbing their phone and texted their boyfriend.

StellarFiend: it’s over. We are officially down. Like, shove a fork. Through! Don’t ever visit me. Don’t look at me. Don’t ever talk to me! You cheesebag!

And the boy cosmic being bawled their eyes, sitting at the center of the empty room, as it feels lonely. They kept Jericho, because they are really alone. They haven’t had visitors for a while. It was just sad. They guess they tolerated their partner behavior, just because to ignore their weight of loneliness. But, it feels better knowing then being used. Asteria just wished for someone, just someone. To finally love them without seeing them as a useful tool. But that day will never come. It’s just a sad cycle for them.

And it always been that way. For aeons.

@adrianasunderworld @mangacupcake @writing-heiress @the-weirdos-mind @skboba-stars @nproduction626 @rose-tea-and-strawberries @anxious-twisted-vampire @luxstring

Rip Asteria. Poor fella bf just straight up betrayed and used them. And also abused the fact Asteria spent alone in the wish making cube for aeons.

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Aleistar

Age: 25000+

Occupation: wish master (kinda wish they were normal but they are stuck their)

Gender: gender fluid but mainly uses they/them pronouns

Pre break up: happy and delight

Post break up: depressed and just alone

Jericho

Age: same as Aleistar

Occupation: god auditor/basically capturing criminals of time and space law into eggs capsules

Gender: male (he/him)

Pre greedy: just actually pretty nice and decent

Post greedy for time room: absolutely dickbutt and jerkwad to Asteria and not considering their relationship

[tanoraqui]

follow-up to this, and still working off inspiration in @robininthelabyrinth​‘s “Helping Yourself”. Fair warning, this text post is about 4k

Edit: now on AO3!

It turned out that the man in purple and the man in white were waging a whole war against the people in red and white, which was fantastic, because it meant Wei Wuxian could help the people he loved by slaughtering the people he hated. Total win-win! 

Before they took him to a battlefield, though, they took him to a camp - within walking distance unfortunately, no chance at all to be held by the beautiful man in white while flying on a sword through the chill air, clinging close for balance, warmth, and simply to cling...

But no sooner had they arrived than a woman in lilac rushed up to greet them - and when she saw Wei Wuxian, she picked up her skirts and positively sprinted, calling, “A-Xian! A-Xian! Oh.....you found him!”

On sheer reflex, Wei Wuxian dropped the sword he’d been carrying and caught her, and spun her into the air. She laughed and so did he.

She hugged him fiercely when her feet were back on the ground, and while he hugged her back (of course), over her shoulder, the man in purple made an impossibly hopeful face. 

So Wei Wuxian tried, he really did. The dead started to hiss with fury, but they eased when he just thought about his feelings in the moment. 

The same sort of warm relief, obviously, as at seeing the other two - even lighter, in fact. Nothing messy at all, except a dash of guilt that transmuted easily to more hatred for the people in red and white. This maiden was a precious gift and wise sage, and he was the one who could lift her into the air and spin, but his instinct was to curl up and let her hold him, whereupon everything would be okay in the world again.

Cultivators could look much younger than they were. She pulled back to look him over much like he’d once looked over the man in purple, and Wei Wuxian guessed, “Mother?”

Her face slid into uncertainty. The man in purple’s fell like a sword abruptly running out of spiritual energy midflight.

“A-Xian?” She pressed a hand to his forehead, then two fingers to the pulse point on his wrist. She looked back at the men in purple and white in alarm.

“Oh, good, I wasn’t imagining it,” the purple one said hollowly. “I don’t know..... He was in the Burial Mounds, he doesn’t remember anyone, and he doesn’t have his golden core.”

-

They asked him about it, as days turned into weeks, but of course, he couldn’t remember. They asked him why he couldn’t remember, and Wei Wuxian laughed, “I don’t recall!” They all seemed to agree that it must be a curse, but none of these learned cultivators could tell what it might be, particularly with all the resentful energy flowing about him (and he couldn’t give that up, wouldn’t give that up, because how else could he protect them? How else could he kill everyone who needed killing, and win the war? (And he couldn’t leave the dead behind anyway, but he didn’t say that - it would only worry the few he liked.))

They said that he should try to solve it himself, that he was clever and brilliant and if anyone could fix this, he could. Wei Wuxian laughed some more in delight, and if it was the man in purple, teased him until the tears disappeared from his furious eyes. If it was the beautiful man in white, he teased him, too, but the goal was more to incite a reaction than to diminish it.

The lady in lilac didn’t push, just looked at him sadly sometimes when she thought he wouldn’t notice. That made him feel a little bad, but...he really just couldn’t think of any reason to “fix” anything. So his memory was bad. So what? He knew what was important. Who was important. He only forgot again (they told him) if he didn’t see them for a few days, and he always recognized them anyway, by feeling if not face.

The few he especially liked made it easy. Wei Wuxian wasn’t stupid - he noticed that they set up a rotation, so he was always with the scowling man in purple, the beautiful man in white, or the kind lady in lilac. They weren’t that subtle about delivering him between themselves. He didn’t mind - he really liked them, after all, and he did often get lost, otherwise. There were plenty of other people in the camp to talk to - many clad in cheaper purple robes, or a scrap of purple tied around an arm, or an aspiring maroon or indigo embroidered with lotuses, all of which filled him with pride, protectiveness, and more guilt-hatred. But so many of them flinched when he approached them, or spoke with condescending pity, or asked too many questions about his flute and ghosts, ghouls, the way his shadow twisted sometimes with the restless resentment of the dead...all of which made Wei Wuxian’s temper rise, and the dead coil more restlessly yet... And that was just the people in purple. Very few of them showed him open hostility.

But the man in purple always shouted both him and anyone else apart before Wei Wuxian could snap, scowling in public even if ten minutes ago he’d been hugging Wei Wuxian in the tent they shared and telling him again to fix this. The beautiful man in white glared away anyone who offended him, even when sometimes they didn’t offend Wei Wuxian himself! And nobody quite dared be rude in front of the lady in lilac. She was too sweet. And often in charge of their food.

(Something tickled his mind, sometimes, when he ate her pork and lotus soup...but the dead hissed their complaints until the soup turned to ashes in his mouth, and he lost the thought again.)

He started to recognize a few others, by seeing them over and over in the same circumstances. Mostly in meetings. There were, it turned out, a stupid number of meetings involved in waging a war, and Wei Wuxian went to many of them - partly because the man in purple and the beautiful man in white both went to almost all of them, and partly because he actually did remember how to strategize about a battlefield, and he was the only one who really knew how he could direct the dead. So he had to attend meetings and, ugh, make plans, instead of just going out and killing as many people in red and white as he saw, then setting the new corpses against the next ones he saw, and so on.

The meetings - and apparently the whole army? - were directed by an impressively tall man, and every time they met, Wei Wuxian concluded that he might like this one. He didn’t seem to approve of the things Wei Wuxian did with the dead, but nor did he hesitate to work them into his battle plans. Another, to Wei Wuxian’s ongoing delight, was a second beautiful man in white, who looked almost exactly like Wei Wuxian’s beautiful man in white except this one made facial expressions that were more than a twitch. Which diminished much of the fun, really - what worth was a whole smile given away freely, as opposed to a sliver of an upturned lip that Wei Wuxian had to work for hours to earn, alternating teasing, cheer, and gentle affection? 

Still, it was such a joy to learn that such a person existed that Wei Wuxian did his best to hurry up and forget him after every meeting, so he could learn it again the next time.

There were always other people at the meetings, too, of course. People in gold who made Wei Wuxian’s teeth clench. Lesser commanders in grey and green, blue and white, the satisfyingly growing proportion of purple. Assortments of other colors. Once, one of the blue and white people got irritated at how he kept speaking out of turn (he might’ve remembered the rules of the meeting if he’d cared), and how every time he did, he leaned close over the beautiful still-faced one (he had to move the pieces on the map!) With a sharp gesture, she made his lips snap shut halfway through a word.

Wei Wuxian tore them open again as he sprang to his feet - they hurt and bled, but what didn’t? - and whistled sharply. The note wasn’t even done before a ghost rose through the table and sliced rage-sharpened claws through her throat. Without a thought, Wei Wuxian raised his flute and caught her body before it could fall. He might need it - everyone in the room was staring at him, now, and none looked happy. The dead hissed and roiled with anticipation.

Into the silence, the man in purple, on Wei Wuxian’s right, said tightly, “Obviously.....was disproportionate in his response, but equally obviously.....provoked him. Nonetheless, he and.....will be humbled to make any apologies and, indeed, pay recompense to.....and.....family in particular.”

He nodded formally to the beautiful man who made expressions (dismay and horror, just now), and at the same time reached over and shoved Wei Wuxian sideways towards the beautiful still-faced man. He was standing, too, now. He took Wei Wuxian by the elbow and dragged him protesting from the room as shouting erupted behind them. The ghost followed loyally; the corpse, raised but not yet given any other orders, stayed; the rest of the dead muttered in disappointment.

Oh, and there was one more person he liked! Not nearly as much as the others, but he was familiarly comfortable and fun to spend time with. Whenever Wei Wuxian got too bored in a meeting, he’d go find this one in whatever corner he’d claimed, with whatever book or card game he’d brought this time. Sometimes, he’d even find Wei Wuxian on other days and strike up a game himself. Best of all, every time they met, he’d smile coyly from behind his fan and introduce himself with a new (he said proudly) ridiculous fake name. Wei Wuxian actually managed to hold on to most of them for a few minutes. It was great - nobody else here seemed to know how to have fun.

-

Sometimes, eventually, all the meetings added up to battles. They were glorious. 

Wei Wuxian was always taken to battles by either the beautiful man in white or the man in purple - often smaller, quieter missions with the former, and louder, more dramatic things with the latter. He liked them both. Liked pressing up against trees together as they snuck up on enemies in the woods (you’d think all white wouldn’t be good for that, be he was surprisingly sneaky!) and watching up close and personal as the people in red and white realized they were about to die. Maybe picking them off one by one first, with corpses in the shadows, if there were more than a few...and then sending the new corpses after their former fellows. Making the enemy dance to his tune always prompted an extra bit of jig in the music, for the sheer giddy pleasure of it.

And the big battles! He’d go with the scowling man in purple and an assortment of others in purple, and he’d usually stay on a ridge with some of the others while his favorite went off to the front lines, along with the beautiful man in white. That was okay - it meant Wei Wuxian got to watch them fight while he played. And while Wei Wuxian played, nobody stopped fighting until Wei Wuxian decided they did. The slain on both sides rose again, and the living fought tirelessly if they didn’t want to join those dread ranks. 

Not that he ever forgot which people he was supposed to be killing! He didn’t hate the rank and file of the enemy the way he hated their red and white commanders, and he didn’t care that much about most of the people on “his” side, either. But the people he did care about were sometimes very emphatic about it, particularly before a big battle, and he got to do plenty enough. The screams and the scent of blood drifted up to his ridge and he played and played and played, until even the dead in his shadow were glutted. Even the hollow in his soul started to fill.

(And if sometimes when the battle raged highest, terrible enough to distract but simple enough to not need much care, he stole a moment to remember... That lightning whip flashing below - a cold-faced woman used to wield it. All the fighters in purple...he’d trained them. With them? No - they’re new and that was why he had to kill everyone in red and white. And the crashing chords of the guqin...no, the song he was still trying to remember was soft, a little shaky, by voice, and it‘d been dark...

He generally forgot again; something caught his eye on the battlefield and he trilled his corpse soldiers towards it, crying in triumph with the dead. But sometimes a scrap remained - a sliver of sunlight on water; another note of his song.)

-

One day, he accompanied the lady in lilac to bring soup to a sneering man in gold. This one always set Wei Wuxian’s teeth clenching particularly hard, and he would’ve been happier to just kill him and be done with it if everyone he actually liked didn’t pull his hand away from his flute every time.

But then he started shouting as well as sneering, slapped the soup to the ground and made the lady cry, and Wei Wuxian didn’t even bother to summon anything, he just bore the man to the ground with his own hands on the bastard’s throat. His pretty manicured fingers scrabbled against Wei Wuxian’s and around them people shouted, but the triumphant roar of the dead drowned them out. The man’s face turned purple as he choked and Wei Wuxian squeezed tighter, dug his nails into the pale flesh just to make a mark -

“Wei Wuxian! Wei Wuxian!” He became aware of a woman’s desperate cries, and her hands yanking fruitlessly on his arm. He snarled at her - who was she, to get in the way of him adding to the ranks of the dead?

Then he recognized his kind lady in lilac and hesitated, thumbs still pressed into the golden bastard’s airway.

“Sorry, did you want to finish him yourself?” he asked uncertainly.

“No!” she shouted, still pulling on his arm. “A-Xian, please get off of him! Let him breathe!”

Around them, people watched, held back by a circle of snarling ghosts and shadows. Corpses might be cleared away but this was a war camp; there were always ghosts. And where there weren’t, Wei Wuxian brought his own. Some of the darkness even pooled around the lady’s waist, drawing her back; she was leaning forward to reach him.

“But...he made you cry?” He remembered that easily, it was less than a minute ago. Tears still ran down her cheeks.

“You’re making me cry, now!” She pulled on his arm again. “Please!”

He loosened his grip on the man in gold and looked down at him. The man gasped in a few deep breaths, but as soon as they steadied, he started mouthing something toward the lady. He made a feeble shooing motion, even though his other hand kept prying at Wei Wuxian’s.

He didn’t look angry or scornful anymore. He looked...scared?

His gaze came back to Wei Wuxian and some of the anger returned, with a proud jut of his chin.

“Let.....go, Wei Wuxian,” he said, like it was a demand instead of a rasping plea. “I’ll fight you man on man, you and all your demons at once, but only if she and everyone else are safe.”

Wei Wuxian did let him go, because he was laughing too hard to stay focused, and he needed a hand free to slap him upside the head for sheer stupidity. As though this petty little peacock of a man could stand against Wei Wuxian and “all his demons.” And as though Wei Wuxian would hurt the kind lady in lilac, whom he liked - as though she was safest any place but at his side!

(Though...for a moment he’d forgotten her, hadn’t he? ...Hadn’t he? And now she was crying...no. He wouldn’t. She’d been here the whole time and he didn’t forget people who were here, didn’t forget who he liked and who he didn’t. Never killed anyone he didn’t want to.)

He slapped the man in gold again for good measure, then clambered off his chest and drew his flute. Everyone in the crowd flinched, especially those being held back by ghostly hands on their flesh or shadows twined around throats. Wei Wuxian smirked, and played a few notes to disperse or call back the dead, as they pleased. 

Then he helped the lady to her feet, tucking her hand into his elbow.

“Come on, miss,” he said as he tugged her away. “We can get our own soup, now, right? Ooh, we can add all the spices to it that these losers can’t handle!” He smiled, trying to make her smile back. Nobody used as much spice in their food as the people who wore purple, and nobody used as much as Wei Wuxian. “Ooh, I saw some peppers...somewhere. Do you think we could make more chili sauce?”

(And if, behind her back, a last trailing shadow snapped someone’s neck...well, Wei Wuxian really wanted to kill someone in gold. It was mercifully fast, it satisfied both himself and the dead, and the kind lady didn’t have to see it, even if she did turn around at the cries and ended up scolding him anyway.)

That night, he slipped out of the tent he shared with the man in purple and snuck to the edge of camp - far enough to not be disturbed, but close enough to not be accused of wandering dangerously off. He settled himself against a tree and slip one arm open elbow to wrist - shallow and singular enough to not kill him, but deep enough to risk it.

Bleeding, he fell unconscious quickly.

(He dreamed. He lay on hard grave dirt, broken, starving. He drifted with ghosts, helpless, lost. He was surrounded by the dead, their resentment and their wrath. 

“Let me have something,” he begged. “One person, one thing to hold on to.”

You promised, Wei Wuxian, they hissed, murmured, roared. You live only for the dead. Remember us, not them. Bear us, heed us, swell our number.

“And recognize friend from foe!” he shouted back. “You promised, too!”

The living are all foes, they snarled, whispered, snapped. They forget, they despise, they send you away in scorn. No reason to care for them at all.

He clenched his fists, if he had fists. “One thing. One steady fact to hold on to, about one person, or I’ll...”

You’ll what? they muttered, jeered. Oathbreaker. Heartbeater. Living soul.

Light flared out from him, or rather, sharper-edged darkness, because he, too, was strong. But he was also surrounded and outnumbered. He bowed his head.

“I’ll stop fighting. Give me one thing to hold on to, and I’ll- I’ll stop fighting on everything else.”

The dead grew restless with excitement. The shadows that were all there was grew even longer. Only one? Only one little thing?

“Along with everything else I have,” he said sharply. “I recognize everyone I care about, even if I don’t remember them, and remember them for three days. We only kill when I say. I know my own self. But I’ll stop- I’ll stop trying otherwise. No more sneaking memories during battle, or playing identity games with...that one, or...” He nearly faltered. “Or trying to remember that song.”

They didn’t speak any agreement. They simply conjured for figures - twisted, grotesque, and rotting, but it was far too late for Wei Wuxian to be put off by such petty attempts to turn him off. They demanded, Choose.

He dismissed the shade of himself almost instantly (broken-boned, tearing slowly to pieces in the tender, wisp-like hands of the dead.) He chose this; he clearly had no sense.

He turned away from the man in purple nearly as quickly (bare-chested to show a gaping, bleeding scar; colored now with deep bruises, whip-marks, a strangled face with a lightning-burned collar.) Wei Wuxian would literally, willingly, die rather than hurt him, but they still shared too much vengeance. He wouldn’t be enough.

He hesitated for so long before the beautiful man in white. His face was unharmed, because anything else would’ve hurt less; it bore only the slightest grimace of pain, because nothing else would’ve seemed real. Below, he’d been struck so many times that his robes were blood-red.

But...there was still that wariness. He was impeccably honorable, and let Wei Wuxian press him against trees, all but sit in his lap, listen to him play guqin for hours while trying, quietly, to remember his own song...but he never made his own moves. When would he, inevitably, call a stop? Or, worse, would he never?

There’d really only ever been one option, with all the wisdom and mercy the rest of them lacked (her face, too, was bruised and broken; her limbs, mangled; victim of violence she never should’ve been party to.) He pointed, and remembered what he chose as he did it.)

He woke to soft sheets and warm spiritual energy flowing into one arm, while the other felt heavy under bandages. 

He turned to the former and smiled lazily at a beautiful man in white. The sight of him made his heart speeded up in anticipation and slow down in reassurance at once.

“Hey,” he said, and winked as the beautiful man focused on him with a gaze like worried sunlight. “I’m kinda tired now, but d’you wanna wake up together tomorrow, too?”

“Wei Wuxian!” a vaguely familiar voice cried, joy fading instantly to disgust. “You do some stupid fucking thing, get blood all over, and the first thing you say is that?”

“.....shush.” A maiden in pale purple clutched the hand below his bandaged arm with a watery laugh. “Be happy that A-Xian is back with us.”

“Of course I’m here, shijie. I’m sorry to have worried you.” He reached up to wipe away her tears. He wasn’t sure what he’d done to distress her, wasn’t sure why his arm was bandaged and only an infusion of spiritual energy was bringing him to wakefulness, but he knew those tears couldn’t stay. He joked, “You’d have to kick me out yourself to get rid of me, you know?”

“I know,” she said, and held his hand against her cheek. “But A-Xian - ” 

She froze, gripping his hand so hard her nails dug in, her eyes wide. “What did you say? What did you call me?” 

He wracked his mind in confusion, but his memory wasn’t that bad. “Shijie?”

She was, after all. His sister in all but blood, for as long as and in any way that she’d have him. That had never been in dispute.

...Right?

The harsh speaking man in purple all but crashed onto the end of the bed, gripped Wei Wuxian’s ankles like either he or the man was going to fly off any second.

“What else do you remember?” he demanded, very similar eyes wide and slightly wild. “Do you know her name? Do you know who I am?”

Not off the top of his head - but he’d tear his heart out for this one, he knew that much, so he tried. Something about tearing out - 

The dead bellowed their rage, hard enough to shake the windows; to shake the very earth. But it was all within Wei Wuxian’s mind, or what remained of his soul. The force of it scoured clean whatever thought he’d been chasing.

A man in purple robes slumped on the end of his bed with a dejected sob. Wei Wuxian pushed off a (very beautiful) man in white in his rush to sit up and pull him closer, hug him tight around the shoulders and run soothing fingers through his hair.

“Hey, hey,” he said, searching for soothing words. “I’m here. I’m alive, and so are you. No one’s going anywhere.”

Help, he mouthed over the man’s shoulder to his sister, who knelt beside the bed. Come to think of it, she wore purple, too... 

He paused his hair-stroking for a moment to point at the man and mouth, Is he yours?

He was willing to help anyway, of course. He quite liked this man, he knew it, even as he pulled away from the hug and messed with his hair like Wei Wuxian had ruined it, snapping, “Of course no one’s going anywhere. You think I’m letting you out of my sight, after...whatever that stunt was?”

Wei Wuxian grinned, comforted by the growling care. And doubly comforted when the beautiful man in white finished politely looking away and laid a hand on his chest to push him back down to the pillow.

“Wei Ying still needs rest,” he said firmly, and picked up his wrist to resume transferring spiritual energy. “Wei Ying lost a dangerous amount of blood, with no golden core to heal him.”

Wei Ying was...Wei Wuxian? Yeah, that sounded right. He was starting to wonder what he’d done to get everyone so worried, but (the dead whispered) it probably wasn’t important. Hell, knowing him, he’d probably do something worse tomorrow.

And he was tired.

“I’ll rest if shijie tell me a story,” he announced as he tugged the blanket back up to his chest, and wiggled himself into a more comfortable position on the mattress.

“What are you, three?” she said. More tears ran down her cheeks.

Wei Wuxian nearly sat up in protest (against the tears, not the accusation), but she, too, pushed him down. 

“No, no, you’re resting,” she said. “.....you too. You were up half the night. And of course.....is welcome to listen.” She pushed the man in purple down to lean against the bed, took his old spot by Wei Wuxian’s feet and started unfastening the ornament in his hair. 

“Once upon a time, there was a beautiful princess with two strong.....”

(It was a lovely story, even if Wei Wuxian fell asleep halfway through and the dead kept chattering over a third of what came before. But he was sure it was a lovely story. It gave him pleasant, empty dreams.)

[faeryarchives]

HIIIII ok i didn't had the chance to post anything for two days because i was out and didn't get the chance to do anything in my drafts 😭 i will be probably busy too this week and next week but i'll try to reply to your asks in my inbox ahihi hope u guys enjoyed this

dorm leaders head canons can be found right here !!

vice dorm leaders + ruggie with a venti like gender neutral s/o!

a bard that seems to have arrived on some unknown wind — sometimes sings songs as old as the hills, and other times sings poems fresh and new.

: ̗̀➛ trey clover

trey like how the way you are just chill and fun to be around. like being in your company is like breathing fresh air.

but sometimes he also sees you as a child for always pranking the heartslabyul gang + grim and getting away from it from it with your powers

"boo!"

"(name) i can feel the air acting up for a while so i am not that surprised."

"aw boo! at least act like you never felt it!"

the way you drop by the kitchen every time he is on cooking duty just made him feel happy because it shows how curious you are about things

the more you spend your time in the kitchen and with trey - the more you two realize that you are falling with each other and eventually you got together which grim approved

"does this means free snacks?"

"... ok grim we need to have a tal-"

the vice dorm leader just adore when you randomly appear in front of him only to bop him on the nose or give him a quick kiss on the cheek

i swear this man would definitely be the type of person who would drop anything just to catch you 😭 and will absolutely cuddle with you during your nap times yes

relationship with a very boyfriend material one? absolutely wholesome

: ̗̀➛ ruggie bucchi

oh ruggie, our good boy ruggie thinks you are a very funny person after seeing you prank leona every time he found a new napping place

and the way you are just so carefree and just vibe along with everyone? the hyena could feel like you two are very much similar in a way under that facade

at first he really don't trust you thinking you might take advantage of him when he get to trust you but it turns out you just want to be friends

ruggie do different kind of tasks makes you very interested in him like you never seen one as dedicated as he is

"hey ruggie~ whacha doing?"

"oh (name), just running tasks for leona as usual."

"mmm for that lazy lion? can i join?"

"i don't know what you are planning but sure."

if you two have nothing to do and feeling mischievous, you are going to trick some people giving you free food or just plainly giving them a silly prank 😭

the hyena is very happy that you would accompany him while doing his tasks because it really brings calm to his stress level especially if he is juggling too many tasks at once

the way you just look after him just makes him grow soft and eventually fall i love with you

and when you got together? you would leave him certain gifts on his bed that randomly reminds him of you

"(nickname), what's this?"

"oh! it's a sunflower that reminds me of you!"

you always have his back! during magift practice, cheering for your hyena gives him energy! long day after work? cuddles and donuts!

ruggie is so proud to be your partner and even proudly introduce you to his grandma and his other family members

being in a relationship with ruggie is like waiting for spring to come during autumn season - it will take a while to build trust and bond with each other but at the end of the day it just feels so delightful to be with him

: ̗̀➛ jade leech

jade is amused because you are just as spontaneous as his brother

having the courage to tease him and his brother is pretty impressive because you never show any sign of fear in your eyes doing that

what interested him the most about you is when jade was tending some of the plants in the botanical garden when you just happen to pass by and saw something familiar

"ohhh! are those philanemo mushrooms? haven't seen them for a while."

"you have knowledge about these unknown mushrooms?"

"yeah! back in my world you can easily spot them. and really they are unknown here? how peculiar."

this eel loves listening to your stories while you are hanging around in the mostro lounge because he never knew there are also very scary events and time period happened on land

you also got to help him to fly without any fear of falling using your wind currents

you two got together after a lot of teasing from floyd and sarcastic remarks of you guys flirting in the lounge by azul and honestly? you didn't mind at all

in fact you are both aware of your feelings but never made the first move because you were somehow afraid for ruining your friendship but it end up well!

other students learn not to mess with the two of you because oh my god they will end up flying by your created stormeye and being paralyzed by jade's sharp stare

definitely both of your love language will be acts of service! you looking after jade and pulling him out of his duty whenever you can see the signs of him getting burned out

"jade, jade come on what you need is rest and vitamin me!"

"oh dear so impatient. alright alright i am going."

his favorite way of you showing him affection is whenever you just appear at random times and give him a tight hug and ruffling his hair! its like his energy is being restored by your love.

: ̗̀➛ jamil viper

jamil could feel his stress level rocketing high whenever you just randomly appear whenever he is holding something fragile but thankfully you will save him by catching it using your small win currents

"yahoo jamil!"

"holy shi-!"

"oops, ok my bad my bad! here let this bard help!"

at first he will be annoyed because he thought you were just as naive as kalim but it turns out you are very wise and good at giving advice

you just really want to play pranks on people because it's one of the ways you show that you care ❤️

knowing how hectic his schedule is - you always try to help jamil by cleaning away the dust in the scarabia dorm or keeping an eye on their dorm leader but never the kitchen

jamil got to see your serious personality when his overblot incident passed and of course gaining the trust of people back is hard

"even though they wouldn't accept you getting their trust back so easily, always be sincere to every action you make and one day it will soon reach them and realize you are truly honest with them this time."

the way how you would always encourage the viper with your short poems and songs along with the trip that you two made to get some fresh air by flying? oh god jamil could just confess to you right then and there

and when the two of you got together? he is very much on cloud nine, who would've thought the annoying bard he met would become his other half?

please always give him back hugs and cuddles whenever you got the chance, because years of tending for someone there was no one to tend for the viper at all and if you did do that? jamil would instantly melt into your touch and relax.

"ok work time for my love is over! it's time for (name) time!"

"okay alright i am coming over just let m-"

"noooooooo!"

"you are lucky i love you"

"mwah~"

: ̗̀➛ rook hunt

be honest are you rook's doppelganger or something because your hobbies, weapon and the way you two just love to scare people??

but nevertheless, rook is very interested in you! the way you can just combine your anemo powers while you aim is really amazing like isn't that hard?

"filou aéré isn't hard to use your magic and weapon at the same time?"

"hmm? no it's actually! would you like me to teach you? in exchange for five apples of course."

"you little trickster! but i will take you on that"

probably exchanging poems with each other is pretty usual and you also gain many inspiration from reading each other works

and whenever there is a hunting competition - others wouldn't even want to try to get in between you guys because they wouldn't get even pass 1/8 of you guys' target

the moment you got together? you would always come to hang out in the pomefiore dorm to see your dear hunter and scaring the other students as if you were a ghost

"d-dorm leader! vice dorm leader! there is a ghost in the storage room!"

"excuse me? cute bard like me could never become a ghost!"

"ma cherie you are here!"

"please spare me from your declarations of love and get a room."

being in a relationship with rook is the same experience being his best friend but the different part is that you would openly show affection to each other as away to let the other know that you care.

even though rook knew that you would be all alone once he is gone, the hunter is still pretty grateful and proud that he got to be part of your story

: ̗̀➛ lilia vanrouge

ok listen, you and lilia would immediately hit off from the start

flying buddies, check! loves pranking people, check! living long enough and was included in a war, check? drinking buddies too perhaps?

lilia would try to join your music session - you singing while he played the guitar and kid you not, you actually make a good music duo!

definitely the two of you would share stories about your pasts and offer comfort to each other, living for years with a huge amount of emotion you have been hiding? its better to have someone to talk to especially if they have the same experience

"do you think they are happy for us lil?"

"i think they are, (nickname). i am sure our fallen comrades are."

to be honest? the two of you radiates very similar energy that people will mistakingly call you by each other's name like you being called as lilia and vice versa

so its not really that a huge surprise that the two of you got together because when the news got out malleus and sebek were very shocked but not silver

"i guess i am your other parent now!"

"... ok but never set a finger on any cooking materials please."

whenever the two of you got the time, gaming and movie watching and catching up with the trends is a must you two don't want to be left behind again

pranking wars! this will always be a fun occasion to the two of you and nightmares for the others. it will take days or even weeks for one of you to surrender

if there are pranking wars there are also love declaration wars save the diasomnia group from hearing you two flirt with each other

"boy, you are all fine, and i am so glad you are mine!"

"if kisses were stars, i would send you the whole galaxy."

"for the love of magic, get a room."

[oswildin]

im feeling extra sad so i was requesting steven sending you a voicemail of appreciation? he just rambles, goes off track if he brings something up and ykyk. him telling you that he loves how u laugh, care for him, brighten the mood etc.

pure LOVE

i honestly shouldve asked first if you take requests 😃

Thank you for the request! I hope you are feeling less sad now, and I’m sending you all the love in the world 💚 hope this is ok!

Imagine Steven leaving you voicemails:

Steven exited the museum, exhausted after his long shift. He couldn’t wait to get home and just relax. He had plans to see you for dinner, but decided to do what he often did. It was funny. He had once told you ‘don’t answer my call when I get off work’ and you only looked at him in confusion, hesitantly agreeing, not sure what on earth he was talking about. Why didn’t he want you to pick up? But then it made sense when you finally listened to the voicemail. Steven had told you ‘keep these and if you ever feel down in the week you can listen to them and know how much I appreciate you’.

So with that, Steven pulled out his phone, dialling your number as he walked towards the bus stop, a small smile on his lips already.

‘You have reached the one and only (Y/N) (L/N), sorry I can’t come to the phone at the moment, um, I’m probably busy- that’s a lie, I’m never busy- but anyway leave a message!’

Beep.

“Hey Tink-“ Steven used your nickname. He had settled on the nickname ‘Tink’, as in Tinkerbell, because you brought light into his life. Sweet huh? “Just got out of work. Donna was her usual charming self-“ He joked. “But erm, just leaving this message to tell you that you are amazing.” He breathed out. “You made it through another week. Woo!” He subconsciously fist pumped the air as a passerby gave him an odd stare. “But anyway, as I was saying. You are wonderful, smart, funny and sometimes I have to pinch myself to make sure I’m not dreaming and that you are real.” He laughed slightly. “Honestly, the only thing getting me through todays shift was knowing I get to see you later. I know, I know I’m a soppy git. Oh! I’m gonna pick up your favourite flowers also, considering last weeks are probably dead now-“

Yup, Steven even went as far as to buy you flowers every week.

“Oh gosh, will anywhere be open now?” He paused, frowning as he began to think. “Hmm, I’ll work something out. It’s the least I can do for you putting up with me.” He joked, as he neared the bus stop, seeing it approaching. “I better go. Surprised your voicemail hasn’t-“

‘You have reached the time limit to leave a message. Please hang up and redial.’

“Bollocks.” Steven muttered, hanging up, again calling you as it rang out, the bus getting closer.

‘You have reached the one and only (Y/N) (L/N), sorry I can’t come to the phone at the moment, um, I’m probably busy- that’s a lie, I’m never busy- but anyway leave a message!’

“Sorry! Me again.” He laughed. “Voicemail did cut off. Should’ve known it would happen. Not the first time.” He commented as he fumbled for his wallet to get his travel card. “But er- what was I saying? Oh yeah, you’re amazing. Obviously.” He smiled to himself. “But I better go, the bus is here and I have 3 hours until I see you. So, I will tell you then as well how amazing you are. And oh! I’ve got a new joke to tell you. You know how I love your laugh. Sorry- getting off topic again.” He sighed, the bus stopping in front of him. “Anyway, I’ll see you tonight, and I love you.

Laters gators.”