#instead of doing hw oops

[c0zyrainfall]

I was thinking about it, and I started wondering what exactly is so appealing about damianya.

Twiyor is equally well written, I think, but I actually prefer the former (though I love both!). That's just because of preference and my appreciation for enemies to lovers. HOWEVER I have decided to draft up an analysis pinpointing why damianya is so enticing, because I write my own original material, and I think you can gain a lot of valuable insight by reverse engineering good writing.

First of all: What is the definition of a good romantic relationship?

I will use the following guidelines:

1) Based off of genuine friendship

2) Both are willing to sacrifice for the other and

3) Both parties make the other a better person.

The first guideline I outlined is big here. Because they are kids, they obviously should not be in a full on romantic relationship now. As a matter of fact, they will probably be waiting AT LEAST eight years. At least.

This means they have eight years to develop a true and wholesome friendship. A friendship with no romantic ulterior motives. They just get to enjoy being kids and growing up with one another. Because of this, they will see each other's high AND low points, rather than viewing the other with rose tinted lenses. Yes, maybe one of them (cough Damian) gets butterflies and feels flustered every time they see the other. But for now, it is very innocent and immature, a childish crush. By framing the goal for this relationship as FRIENDSHIP rather than ROMANCE, the two are able to develop a deeper understanding and a more complete picture of each other before they take anything to the next level.

Does the second point even need to be addressed? Anya is willing to take a tonitrus bolt for him. She is willing to stand up for him (well, technically for the "mission" but we'll get to that later). Damian is willing to take a hit for her, whether it be a dodgeball or a literal bomb. He gives her his share of the macaron (which he believes could help him with his intelligence.) He spends time he could be using to study to locate the finest teacakes in the world so he can give them to her.

Now to the third point.

When we first meet Damian, we don't like him. He is a classist jerk. So karma hits him (literally) in the form of Cupid's arrow. By developing a crush on Anya, he is learning that he should not treat others differently because they have less money. He becomes a better person by learning that "commoners" are the same as all the rich students at Eden.

Side tangent: while I relate more to Damian academic wise, aka pushing myself probably too far to get good grades, I'm sure we can all personally relate to Anya. She tries a lot of things. She fails at almost all of them. Thus, by seeing someone who is academically accomplished and rich be infatuated with her just for being herself, we start to realize that those things don't matter as much as we sometimes feel. Therefore, we want Damian to like her, because it is sweet. It is sweet that someone who places value on things like high academics is able to see past that and appreciate someone else for different good qualities, rather than the ones society deems most important. ~

When Anya first meets Damian, we cannot fault her for disliking him. He is rude to her because she is in a lower social class than him. She is rude to him because he is mean to her. This is perfectly reasonable. In the beginning, it would not make her a better person to be friends with him; as a matter of fact, avoiding him would probably be the high road in this situation. If I were her, I would not have wanted to be friends with him at all.

Side tangent 2:

If you like damianya, you are probably fond of Anya. And of Damian. This is true for me. He's my favorite sxf character. The reason WHY we are fond of him is because we know his backstory. We know he is actually a sweet little guy who just wants to be loved. So we also want him to succeed in his friendship with Anya.

However, though she may have picked up bits and pieces through her mind reading, Anya does not know this. And even if she did, she likely wouldn't understand the levity of it. She's only 4 or 5. ~

Damian and Anya have developed since they first met. They ARE friends (or close to it, anyways). So while at first it wouldn't have made Anya a better person to genuinely care about Damian, now it would.

Because we know Damian and care about him, we also want Anya to care about him. We want her to understand why he acts the way he does. We want her to understand that he actually cares about her.

While Damian is terrible at proving he cares through his words, he is really good at SHOWING her. If she understands he has a different method for showing care, Anya grows. She is able to develop a greater understanding of other people, rather than shaping the world through her own perspective. Framing Damian as the mission makes a lot of sense. She wants her parents to stay together and not get rid of her, and she wants world peace. Of course Anya is not bad for wanting these things. But she will be BETTER when she learns to see things from Damian's pov. She will see the world is not all black and white. She will see that he is not just a mission, and that he is actually as important to her as Yor is to Twilight.

So, conclusively, those are some reasons Damianya is a well written and popular ship. I could also go into detail about how it subverts expectations, likely has future plot relevance (in relation to the story as a whole rather than just a side plot), and is a generally unique and well executed idea. However, for now, I'll leave it at this. I tried to nail down the psychology of what makes it appealing to us, but if anyone has further insights, please feel free to let me know :) Hope you all have a great day

[mercury-lynx]

Has anyone done this yet

[marblerose-rue]

new lioden king except ive had him for a couple weeks :-)

[rhys-writes-some-shit]

A Long-Awaited Conversation

Alastor x Reader (QP)

A/N: This was initially a very different fic, but I'm not upset with how it turned out. A little bit of angst to make the day better, right?

It was a slow day. Neither you nor Alastor had much to do, so the two of you were sitting in your room, just enjoying each other’s presence. Jazz was playing quietly from an old radio by Alastor, who was doing some paperwork. You were typing away on your laptop, much to Alastor’s dismay. At least it wasn’t VoxTek, he had to give you that. 

“Do tell me, my dear: when is a door not a door?” Alastor asked suddenly, breaking the comfortable silence. 

“Oh dear,” you sighed, knowing exactly what was coming. 

“Oh deer is right!” Alastor replied brightly. “Now then, when is a door not a door?”

Playfully rolling your eyes, you humored him. “I don’t know, Al. Do tell.”

“When it’s a jar!” 

You couldn’t deny the snort that the corny joke elicited. Alastor knew you enjoyed his jokes, but it had been a while since he’d gone out of his way to tell you any. 

“Well, maybe you know why the cemetery was so popular.” Alastor’s grin was bright and genuine. Setting your laptop aside, you focused on him, smiling fondly. 

“I’m afraid I don’t.”

“What a surprise! Didn’t you know people were just dying to get in?” Alastor proceeded to laugh at his own joke. 

“I missed this,” you said after a moment. “You were gone for seven years. I really missed this.”

The lighthearted mood turned serious. Alastor’s smile lost some of its light. “My sabbatical was… necessary, dearest. I do regret that you were unable to accompany me.” 

You noticed how the music was turned up a bit, masking the sound of your conversation. While it was doubtful anyone was listening in, you knew that Alastor wanted to cover his bases. 

“You didn’t even tell me you were leaving.” There was a clear edge in your voice. “I had no idea where you were or how long you’d be gone…” The anger, frustration, and sadness started bubbling in your chest, ready to overflow, out of control. “Seven years, Alastor! Seven fucking years, I didn’t know where you were! I thought you’d left me, Al! Or worse, you died!”

“Dearest,” Alastor tried, but you cut him off. 

“No, you don’t get to ‘dearest’ me,” you snapped. “I was alone for seven years. We’re partners, Al. We’re supposed to communicate with each other. I don’t even care what you were doing, I just wanted to know you were alright.” You paused. “Did it have to do with your deal?”

Alastor’s eyes narrowed. “How do you know about that?”

You matched his gaze. “Husk told me. He used to check on me weekly, you know. Thought I deserved to know. Which I did.”

“You don’t get to decide what I should and shouldn’t tell you,” Alastor said sharply. 

“No, but you should tell me when you’re going to abandon me!” You were shouting now, standing and staring him down. “You have no idea how much I struggled while you were gone, how much I suffered! You are everything to me, Al! You are my fucking world, and what the hell was I supposed to do when my world up and vanishes?!”

The sound of static filled the room, Alastor gripping the armrests of his chair, leaving deep claw marks. 

“I was a fucking mess! All your souls, all your territory, went to me! I’m not an Overlord, Al! I don’t want to be one! Having all that power scared the shit out of me! I was forced to do your job for you, a job I didn’t want to do!” Tears pricked at your eyes as the memories came back in full force. “And then you return suddenly, take up an impossible project, and just expect me to be okay with it? Well, I’m not okay with it! You haven’t been the same since you returned and you won’t fucking talk to me!”

You were gasping for breath when the tears started to fall. You messily wiped them away, still fuming with anger that had built up over the seven years you’d been alone. 

“Are you quite finished?” Alastor asked, his smile forced. Standing, his papers vanished, and tucked his arms behind his back. “Clean yourself up. I refuse to talk while you’re being hysterical.”

“Hysterical?! Hysterical?! What the fuck, Al?!” You yelled. “You are such a selfish, pretentious piece of shit!”

With a hum, Alastor disappeared into the shadows, causing you to scream in frustration. 

The jazz music had stopped. You were standing, alone, in your room, gasping for air as you stifled sobs. 

The day had been going so well. You had to go and fuck it up. 

Ten minutes later, you wandered to the lobby, still pissed off, but feeling a little better after crying the most you had in years. Silently, you took a seat at the bar. Husk was there, like always, and immediately started to make you your favorite drink

“Finally give him a piece of your mind?” Husk asked.

“That obvious?” Your voice was hoarse from the shouting.

“I could hear the screaming.” Husk gestured up. “Also, you look like shit, and the last time I saw you like this, it was also about him.”

The drink was placed in front of you, but you just massaged your temples. “I don’t know why I put up with him.”

Husk grabbed a bottle and drank it straight, whatever it was. “Love fucking sucks.”

You sighed, “Husk, we’ve been over this, I don’t love people like that.”

“Sure, maybe not romantically. But you still love him. And it still fucking sucks.”

“That's something, coming from you.” You took a drink, reveling in how the alcohol warmed your body. “Don't think I don't see how you look at Angel.” 

Husk glared deeply at you, not denying it. You smirked, taking another drink. 

“How do I get him to understand?” You asked quietly, half to yourself. “He’s so fucking narcissistic, I bet he didn’t even think twice about leaving me behind.”

“I couldn’t tell ya’.” Husk shrugged. “I will say, though, that you’re the only person who can actually get through to him. You have that power over him.”

You scoffed. “Like Hell I do.”

“If anyone else speaks to him like you do, they’re dead before they get a chance to think.” Shelving his drink, Husk began to busy himself behind the counter, cleaning some glasses. “Last I checked, you were still kicking.”

Silent, you contemplated Husk’s words. He had a point. If Alastor cared about anyone, it was you. Finishing your drink with another sigh, you stood. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. You had to finish this. 

“Stick to your guns, kid,” Husk assured. You didn’t have the heart to tell him you’re probably older than him. 

“Thanks, Husk. See you soon.” 

You remained quiet as you walked up to Alastor’s radio booth. Out of respect for his boundaries, you hardly ever went up there, but this was important. Radio static filled the air the closer you got, confirming that he was indeed in his booth, but the lack of his voice told you he wasn’t recording. 

Before you even got the chance to knock, Alastor’s shadow opened the door for you. 

“You can come in.”

Alastor was hunched over his desk, writing notes on what was likely a script for an upcoming radio show. His recording booth was a mess, with papers scattered all over the place and claw marks littering every piece of furniture that wasn’t nailed down. The feeling of Alastor’s radio static was heavy, but barely audible as Alastor wrote.

“I would apologize for shouting, but I don’t really feel sorry,” you opened with, arms crossed. 

“As you shouldn’t,” Alastor agreed, not even turning towards you. “I will say, I’m surprised you stopped when you did. I’d expected you to go on for much longer.”

You couldn’t help but snort at that remark. “Oh, trust me, there were many versions of that conversation where I went on for about half an hour.” You left out saying that you had seven years to formulate them, thinking that would only make the situation worse.

“I don’t doubt you.” After a moment, Alastor sighed, setting down his pen and sitting back in his chair. You can see the reflection of his face in the glass. His smile is still there, but barely, and his eyes seem tired. Husk was right, you did make an impression.

Alastor turned towards you, leaning his head into one hand while he tapped his fingers along his microphone staff. He still never met your eyes. “You… are correct.”

Silent, you waited for Alastor to continue, watching him closely. 

“I should not have left you without saying anything. I regret not speaking with you before I left.” You could tell he was struggling to get his words out. Emotions were hard for him, be it by nature or by choice, so you remained patient. “I left… to keep you safe.”

Hoping your surprise wasn’t evident on your face, you found a chair and pulled it up in front of him. The tension in your shoulders lessened when Alastor took your hand, holding it gently. 

“Had I not taken my absence, you would’ve been in danger. Danger I’d be unable to protect you from. I could not take that chance.” Alastor finally looked up at you. He was still guarded, still holding himself back, but there was something warm in the way he looked at you. A soft side, that only you had the privilege to see. “If something happened to you, I would be unable to live with myself. So I left, because it was the only way to ensure you would remain safe.”

A hand reached up and grazed your cheek, wiping away a tear you hadn’t even realized was on your face. 

“It was the only way, my darling. I wish it hadn’t come to that. And I am ashamed that I hurt you so much in my absence.”

You were at a loss for words. Alastor had never, never, opened himself up like that. It was a little scary. Part of you wished he’d just brushed off the argument and pretended it had never happened. At least that would’ve matched what you’d expected. This… this was not at all what you’d expected. 

Blinking, your heart rate picked up against your will. “Al, I… Th-thank you for the apology, I… This… is scaring me, Al. You’re scaring me. Are you okay? This isn’t like you.”

Alastor’s hand left your face. “You are correct in saying that I am not the same man I once was. I continue to hope I will revert back to who I was, but I can see now that that’s impossible. You, dearest, are the only thing making that revelation bearable.” 

As your heart beat against your chest, you struggled to evaluate your next move. You wanted to scramble away, to beg for the old Alastor back, but you knew that wasn’t the right move. You knew this was the actual, real Alastor in front of you and not some sort of imposter. The idea that the old Alastor had vanished the day you were left on your own did not sit well with you. Frankly, it made you sick. 

But now was not the time. Right now, Alastor needed you, as fucked up as it seemed. 

Exhaling forcefully, you took hold of Alastor’s hands this time. “Thank you for coming back. Whatever it is that’s going on, we’ll deal with it together. Like always. I’m your partner, Al, and I’m not leaving anytime soon, got it?”

Alastor nodded, closing his eyes for a second. When he opened them again, his spark had returned. His smile grew once more and he stood, pulling you to his chest. 

“Well! Now that that’s settled, how about a dance, my dear? It has been quite a while since we’ve had the chance to cut a rug together.”

With the snap of Alastor’s fingers, some jazz filled the room and the disheveled furniture was shoved against the ways to make room. Mustering your own smile, you placed your hand in his and allowed him to lead you around the room in time with the music.

It was nice to dance, you had to admit, but the abrupt change left a bad feeling in your stomach. Something was not right. In fact, something felt wrong. But now was not the time for that. Hiding behind your smile as skillfully as Alastor himself, you went along with his antics. 

But the sinking feeling of dread remained.

[yuansie]

(2) even when there was rain, sunshine came

pairing. caleb x fem! childhood friend! non mc! reader (x childhood bsf! zayne)

synopsis. caleb planted a seed in your heart when you were both young, nurturing it without meaning to until it sprouted and blossomed. it shouldn't have grown this much, not when you knew you could never have him.

genres/aus. angst, fluff, f2l, unrequited love, childhood f2l

warnings. slight ooc caleb (i have not read homecoming or wtv that chapter is called BC my laptop died on me. but maybe ill get to it today since i got it on my bros pc HELP), NOT canon compliant oops (no higher being placing a curse on zayne, no experimentation done on mc and caleb bc josephine is a good person this time BYEEEE), mentions/descriptions of crying, a kiss YUCK, caleb himself is a warning tbh. if there's anything i'm missing, please let me know!

rating. sfw but make it lowk very angsty but fluffy ish at the same time.

wc. 4 k

a/n. not proof read, we die like redacted i mean what who said that. posts this rn bc i dont want to wait till midnight to post haha #lolsies also, i feel like the mood just progressively gets worse for yn 😭 like i give yn brief happiness and then BAM im like her opp, someone needs to take me out bc why am i doing this to her 💔 sorry yn i swear i love you 💔 happy early update bc im going to be busy w hw this weekend ❤️‍🔥

winter blues seep into your skin when you’re thirteen and alone during your winter break.

mc, caleb, and granny josephine went on a vacation outside linkon city, your mom has been working night shifts at the hospital as of late, your dad is in skyhaven, and zayne won’t be coming back this break.

in fact, he hasn’t once visited during his breaks from school since he started college.

you sit at the living room’s window, watching outside the glass as white specks fall from the sky.

snow.

despite being inside the comfort of your home, shielded from the biting cold of winter, you feel like your whole body is frozen over.

it’s so cold.

and caleb isn’t there to keep you warm.

a soft chime comes from your phone that sits on the empty space of the large couch you’re on. the phone was a gift from your dad after you told him that you’d like to talk to him and zayne more often. the screen turns on, and you stare at the notification.

zayne li: Hello.

the screen dims for a second before brightening again.

zayne li: I would like to say something.

there’s a knock on the door.

you reach out, your fingers wrapping around the device. you’re getting ready to type a response when another knock is heard, then another one.

and another one.

and another one.

with a sigh, you place it back down and head towards the front door. you don't even bother to check through the peephole beforehand and just open it.

“you’re here.” you gape at the older boy standing on your porch. zayne is taller now, his hair the slightest bit longer, his features a little sharper, but his hazel gaze is still warm and gentle. he stands in front of you, a suitcase to his left, and he wears a scarf around his neck along with a black trench coat.

the corners of his lips are curved upwards into a small smile. “i’m here.”

you want to hug him, but instead you open the door wider. he walks in and his body acts like clockwork whenever he’s over: he takes off his shoes and places them neatly next to yours, he hangs his coat if he has one with him at the moment, he takes a step forwards and turns around, always looking back at you to follow.

you fling yourself at him, and he catches you with ease. the tension you held melts away with his touch. your feet are in the air as he holds you tightly, and it makes you laugh. he was always taller than you, but not this tall. zayne’s cheek is next to yours, and you’re suddenly aware that despite standing outside in the biting cold, he’s actually quite…

“you’re—”

“warm.” you mumble, nuzzling closer to his neck.

zayne hums. “so are you.” you feel his smile.

like always—before he left—you take him to your room where you both end up talking and talking until the sky is dark, both of you on your bed.

“zayne, you still haven't made any friends?”

zayne looks away from you. “have you made any friends?”

you stay silent, and he continues with a quick glance at you. “he’s still distant?”

“yes…”

caleb’s been distant ever since the start of eighth grade.

you no longer study for tests with him because she needs help, and it's not like you need to study anyways because you’re so smart. while there is truth in his words, you always study with him because you like being with him.

you’re alone at lunch because he wants to keep her company—not that she needs it since she already has a group of friends.

honestly, you saw this coming from a mile away. the perfect excuse came in the shape and form of mc. you knew he regretted it, knew that he would act like nothing happened while slowly distancing himself from you.

it was the only solution he had after what happened that night.

in the beginning of june, you come to realize that there’s been a weird tension since you gifted each other the necklace. you don't know how you didn’t notice it sooner: the way he hovers closer to you, how his hands ghost your skin when he brushes against you, how his eyes linger on you for a beat longer than usual.

he titters over the fine line that is your friendship, crossing it for a second before retreating back.

you tried, you really did try, but he makes it so easy; it’s so easy to love him.

“what’s the occasion?”

you glance to the side and find caleb peering over your shoulder with ease, the silver chain of his necklace glimmering as it dangles against your shoulder, his eyes staring at the steam wafting into the air from the apple pie, his gaze flickering over to you. his lips curl upwards, his boyish smile making you tense slightly before relaxing. you focus on the pie. “just wanted to bake one.”

“*just ‘*cause you wanted to?” his tone has a teasing lilt, but you know that underneath it lies curiosity and skepticism. he doesn’t believe you. there must be a reason because why else would you bake a pie so late? why would you invite him over in the evening and ask him to stay?

so you tell him half the truth. “i haven’t baked one in a while,” you mummer, “and…”

“and?”

you love him. you love his stupid smile and the stupid freckles on his skin.

you take a quick look at him. the yellow light above the stove casts shadows over his face from his hair as he looks down at you. he’s grown too tall and now you stand right at his shoulders, his shoulders have gotten wider. his features from his childhood are starting to grow sharper. he’s no longer the eight-year-old boy with big, round eyes; he’s a soon to be fourteen-year-old with a sharp gaze.

dang it.

you love caleb. you love caleb’s stupid laugh and his stupid personality.

you slowly breathe in. “i’m leaving tomorrow noon, so… i wanted to be the first.”

he hums. “the first to what?”

“to wish you a happy birthday.”

at this, he snorts. “my birthday is tomorrow.”

“actually,” you point at the digital clock of the stove, the green numbers reading midnight. “it’s right now.”

he remains silent as you open a drawer, fishing out a lone candle and a lighter. carefully placing the candle onto the pie, you light it and turn around, forcing caleb to take a few steps back. he blinks once and then twice, staring a the burning candle. his eyelashes cast shadows on his cheeks, barely noticeable to the naked eye had you not been so close to him. and his eyes, a light shade of amethyst, have golden specks in them that flicker.

“happy birthday to you.” you quietly sing, a smile present on your lips. you watch as his gaze snaps to you, how he stares intently at you. “happy birthday, dear cal, happy birthday to you…” you pause before quietly adding, “make a wish.”

caleb doesn’t say anything. he looks at you for a beat longer before lowering his head and closing his eyes, pursing his lips and then blowing out the candle. he stays like that, with his eyes closed, for a few seconds. then, his eyes slowly flutter open, staring at you immediately. heat blossoms on your neck and crawls up to your cheeks. you abruptly turn and place the pie down on the counter, fumbling around in search of a knife.

“what did you wish for?” you laugh nervously, your heart skipping a beat because you can still feel his gaze on you.

he doesn’t say anything.

“cal?” you turn around, your breath hitching in your throat, eyes widening at the sudden proximity. your heart hammers inside your chest. no, it isn’t from the close proximity, it’s from his eyes. they stare at you with an intensity you have never seen directed at you.

only at her.

his pupils are dilated, his amethyst gaze flickering down before going back to your eyes. “i wished for something only you,” he pauses, licking his lips, “can grant.”

“and what would that be?” your voice is barely above that of a whisper. you tremble as he gets closer, and your back meets the rough edges of the counter. your hands grab onto it to steady yourself, and his hands rest on your hips, strong and calm.

caleb crosses the line.

he leans in closer and closer until your noses are touching, your lips almost connecting. his eyes don’t stray again and remain on yours. “do you trust me?”

“of course, i do.” you breathe out. “more than anyone.”

“then… please grant me my wish.”

and he closes his eyes, the sliver of space separating each other no longer doing so. his lips are on yours, and your eyes are shut tight. it’s brief, the kiss, and caleb pulls back. his breathing comes out heavy and unsteady before he’s diving back in, the next kiss now intense and burning.

he hums. “you’re shivering… am i making you nervous?”

of course he is.

you love him.

the words are right at the tip of your tongue.

“…screw you.” you huff, feeling embarrassed.

you love him.

caleb pulls away just the slightest bit, the corner of his lip lifting into a lazy grin. “maybe in the future, yeah.”

maybe…

“caleb xia!” you hiss, releasing a hand from its tight grip on the counter to smack his arm. “what is wrong with you?”

“a lot of things,” he sighs, resting his forehead on your own. “but you know how to deal with that.”

maybe he loves you, too. maybe he loved you all along.

“shut up.”

his grin is now soft against your lips. “whatever you say, pipsqueak.”

you freeze.

pipsqueak.

and just like that his touch is gone and he’s already a good distance away from you, almost as if you burnt him. tears prickle at your eyes, and they want to fall down your cheek. you will yourself to not cry, to not let him ever have the right to see you cry. he only stares at you with horror swimming in his purple irises.

caleb fucking xia was thinking about her while kissing you.

pipsqueak.

pipsqueak.

her.

her.

HER.

it's always her.

never you.

the warmth he showed you was never truly for you. was he projecting his desires on you all this time? in his mind, was he seeing her in you?

dang it.

how could you do this to yourself? how could you forget?

he will never be yours.

“i—”

“this never happened,” you say, harshly wiping away the stray tear that managed to fall. your voice is wobbly, but you try to remain calm as you twist around and stare down at the stupid apple pie.

“y/n—”

you hate him.

you hate him.

you hate yourself.

“it’s late,” you mumble. “i have to wake up early for my trip to verona… you should go now.”

you know that caleb has been distant since then, feigning that everything is alright in front of mc when you returned a week before the start of the new school year.

now look at where you are.

the necklace that hangs around your neck is heavy and cold to the touch.

“what’s that?”

“hm?” you look down at what he’s eyeing. “oh. cal gave this to me.” you lift it with a finger.

“…caleb gave that to you?” he asks.

“uh-huh.”

he pinches his brows together. “you wear that despite how he’s acting towards you?”

you shrug, though you don't look at him. “he still—”

cares? he still what? what are you trying to say? who are you even trying to fool: zayne or yourself?

zayne says your name, his voice low. “you put far more effort into this friendship than he does. it should be the same.”

you tense up. zayne is right; you put too much effort into a friendship that won't last much longer, the fire that once burned so brightly in the beginning now dying. it’s only a matter of time before embers are all that is left.

but caleb is the sun to you, and you’re like the moon. so close yet so far, forced to only see and feel it for a brief amount of time. has your time run out with the sun? are you going back to the shadow of the earth?

and to caleb, she is like the sun. he is mercury, the closest planet to it. a planet that yearns to get closer to her even when he is right there, willing to be consumed by the sun’s fire.

“have you thought about what the principal said?”

before the winter break started, the principal of your school asked you if you’d like to skip grades. much like zayne, you were far smarter than the kids in school. according to the principal, you could graduate early like your best friend.

the front door bell rings, echoing in the silent house. you get off the bed, mumbling, “i’ll be right back.”

you head down the stairs and open the door, blinking in surprise at the girl.

“we’re back!” she grins, and holds a bag in her hands up to her eyes. “i come bearing gifts!"

“you must be freezing,” you step to the side and let her in as she laughs.

“i am! it’s pretty cold outside.” the girl slips a glove off one of her hands, pressing it against your cheek. she giggles when you flinch at her cold skin.

weird. zayne was so warm even after standing outside for who knows how long before you let him in.

she takes a step inside and slightly bounces on her feet. “i won’t take long! gran is almost done with dinner.” she quickly takes off her other glove.

“did you just come back?” you ask, closing the door.

“an hour ago!” the girl says. “i wanted to play in the park first since it's snowing, you know! caleb got too tired afterwards so he went back inside to take a nap.”

“oh.”

she doesn't seem to notice the disappointment in your voice, instead opening the bag. she takes out a box, a snow globe inside. the crystal ball holds a close replica to the night sky, and when you shake it, white specks fly. “i had it custom made! i remember that you said you liked winter and the sky when it’s nighttime because the deepspace tunnel isn't noticeable.”

“you remember?”

“of course, i do! you know, i asked caleb for advice on what to get you. he said something small would be fine, but i wanted to make it really special for you. for you two being best friends and all, he has terrible memory when it comes to what you like!” she huffs through her nose, shaking her head. “he was so surprised when i decided on a snow globe and told the old man how i’d like it to look.”

he forgot about what you like while you remember every single little detail about him. of course, he doesn't remember.

you aren't her.

“there’s a little switch at the bottom that lights the bottom up. i asked the old man if he could make the base like one of those nightlights that cast different shapes on the walls, and…” with a pause, she grabs your hands and continues, “i really hope you like it.”

you put the snow globe gently down on the nearest surface, and take hold of the girl’s hands, squeezing them. “i love it. thank you so much, mc.”

she lets out a sigh of relief, squeezing your hands back. “i’m so glad! really, i’m so happy you like it. i wanted to show you my gratitude for not treating me differently since the incident.”

“anyone could tell that you didn't like being treated like you were a frail flower.”

“caleb didn’t.”

you’re about to say something when a glint catches your eye. you look down and see a silver chain around her neck. “what’s that?” you ask.

the girl beams and takes out a necklace that was neatly tucked inside her shirt.

your heart sinks to the floor and shatters.

“isn’t it cute?” she holds the chain out, a small, silver sun hanging from it. the purple gem in the middle glimmers in the lighting of the living room. “i found this hidden in caleb’s things and he gave it to me, said he was planning on giving it to me because he said i’m like the sun.”

you’re a blind fool.

you were so blind to that fact that you’re a moth and caleb’s a flame. you got too close to the fire and now you’re left in pain.

the worse part is that you knew—you knew, and yet you still decided to get close, to delude yourself into believing that there was more to what meets the eye.

you actually accept the truth you didn’t want to: caleb can never and will never be yours.

it’s time for the sun to set in your sky.

you never imagined to experience your first and last winter break of high school when you’re fourteen. you always imagined that you’d be eighteen alongside caleb, that you’d graduate together after four years of rivalry for the valedictorian spot of your graduating class. you thought that you’d get to see him tryout for the basketball team and watch him make it, that you’d cheer him on during his games and even go to the ones at different schools. maybe you’d find a sport that you liked and try out for the team, and caleb would be there every step of the way because you know he’d say something stupid along the lines of him claiming to be your hype man. on exam weeks, you imagined that he’d somehow find a way for you to help him study and then you’d barely review a single thing because caleb would drag you to the park to hangout instead. you thought that you’d see each other apply to the academy and watch each other getting in.

your first and last year of high school couldn’t have been more different.

your goals are to reach the sky, to move to skyhaven and attend the aerospace academy, to get into the DAA afterwards and work alongside your dad in his fleet. you and caleb used to walk on the same path, yet now you walk it alone. you study alone, you work alone, you persevere alone.

caleb doesn't.

he studies with friends because she tells you about it whenever she texts you, or sometimes you happen to pass by the library and see him inside with a group of people. he works with friends, and you see it firsthand when you hurry past the gym and happen to catch a glimpse of him and group of people together. he perseveres with friends because she tells you about how caleb is always doing a group project with his classmates.

he isn’t alone.

even now during winter, you see him head out almost everyday. she tells you that sometimes it's because he’s hanging out with friends, other times he tells her it's a secret. if it's a secret, then he's probably planning a surprise for her.

and you’re proven right when you decide to scroll down the moments page, your finger hovering over a picture she had uploaded. it’s slightly blurry, but you can tell that she holds a necklace to the camera with a bright grin, caleb’s lips matching hers from behind. the caption read: caleb got me a necklace for my birthday! and it’s a pretty thing—the chain is a vibrant gold, a beautiful charm in the form of a sun hanging from it with a pink gem at the venter. it is pretty, unlike the necklace he had gifted you. the silver chain has lost its color, now sporting random splotches of bronze, and the beads have scratches on them, the color chipping off little by little.

it is a replacement; or rather, it is meant to finally get rid of the one you gifted him that he gave to her. maybe he thought it was a bothersome stain that he desperately wanted to get rid of, to finally be free of his last attachment to you.

you click on caleb’s profile and block him.

you need to uproot the already grown plant in your heart, you need to yank it and toss it out.

“earth to little star~”

little star, a nickname your dad gave you shortly after you were born. you asked him why he calls you that one time, and he told you that it’s because you likes to think you’re one of the stars he sees in the sky when he’s far from home.

you look up to find your dad standing over you, smiling.

“you were so focused you didn’t even hear me knock on your door,” he says, sitting down next to you on your bed. “what's troubling you?” his lips curl upwards into a mischievous smile. “are you sulking because zayne hasn't texted you yet?”

and just like that, caleb no longer haunts your mind—the sadness, however, clings to you. that won't leave.

you purse your lips and huff. “i do not sulk while i wait for him to respond to my texts.”

you want to tell your dad that you sulk because you prefer talking to zayne in person. you miss seeing him in front of you. but you won't tell him; you know that he’ll tease you and then tell your mom and then she’ll tell zayne’s mom and then zayne will know.

your dad cocks an eyebrow at you. “are you sure about that?”

“yes.”

“uh-huh,” he slowly says, “whatever you say then.”

you fall backwards onto your bed and squint your eyes at the older man. your dad doesn’t have his uniform on; instead, he wears his pjs. it makes you realize that you almost never see him this… free. he doesn’t wear what ties him down to the fleet. and yet… something is plaguing his mind, weighing down on his shoulders so that it slumps.

“something on your mind?” you ask.

he slowly smiles, his middle and index finger pinching your nose softly. “what would you say if i decided to retire from the fleet?”

you shoot up, eyes wide. “what?”

your dad sighs, his smile still there. “well, i’ve been thinking a lot. my little star is fourteen and she’s set to graduate this may. you’re growing up so fast, and i haven’t been there. shouldn’t it be time that i stay home to watch you keep growing?”

“…is that what you want?” you finally say. you tilt your head to the side and eye your dad, gauging his expression.

he looks content.

“yeah,” he breathes out, slow and steady. “that’s what i want.”

your dad’s shoulders are relaxed, and you think that like him, you’d like to watch him grow older with your mom.

it’s a shame that doesn't happen.

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[fangirlfantasies]

In the interest of keeping things spicy... how would the hws react if they walked in on you touching yourself?

Adrienne Maloof: Slightly amused. She’ll bow out casually, allow you to finish, unless you ask her to join, in which case she likely would. “I’ll let you finish. Call me if you need me.”

Camille Grammer: Camille will be shocked and apologetic at first, probably covering her eyes, but not immediately leaving. Once she’s gotten past it, she’ll probably joke about it. “If you need any help, all you have to do is ask.”

Denise Richards: Denise will fully walk in on you and not bat an eye. She’ll pause whatever she had been coming to say and ask, “Without me? Should I be offended?” And then she’ll probably join you.

Eileen Davidson: Eileen gets a bit awkward walking in on you, and maybe even a touch shy. “I really didn’t mean to interrupt. I can go if you need to…” and then she’ll probably duck out without finishing her sentence.

Erika Jayne: Erika is surprised, but not at all bothered. She’ll crack a smile and joke. “Why didn’t I get an invite?” If you offer one after, then she’s probably going to take you up on it.

Jill Zarin: You’ll get a string of ‘oh my gods’ as she averts her eyes, which she will be peeking through as soon as she gets ahold of herself. “Were you…?” Once you confirm it, she’ll probably linger a bit longer, unsure of what to say until she finally comes out with, “Thinking of me?”

Kim Richards: Kim’s probably not even going to notice, or care if she does. Once you’ve been together a while it becomes pretty commonplace to walk in on each other like that, and if she’s in the right mood, she’ll join you if you want or she might just pop in to tell you that dinner’s ready. “Oh, hey, do you want me in here or can I start dinner?”

Kyle Richards: Kyle will 100% freak out. She’s going to be more distressed about it than you are by the time it’s over and she’ll apologize about the intrusion for a good while after. “I so did not mean to interrupt, if I had known…” and when you teasingly ask her to join next time, she blushes like crazy.

Lisa Rinna: Rinna would pretend to be scandalized, but she’s really just amused, possibly even a bit turned on by it. “Wait, honey, let me. I can get so much deeper.”

Lisa Vanderpump: Lisa is likely to either laugh (out of amusement, not maliciously or anything) at the fact that she’d caught you in the act or leave you to it with some sort of quip. “Continue on, saves me the work.”

LuAnn De Lesseps: LuAnn is momentarily shocked, but recovers quickly and takes charge of the situation. “Wouldn’t it be so much better if it were my hand instead of yours?” And of course there’s no arguing with the Countess.

Ramona Singer: Ramona will tease you about it a little, and after she’s cracked a joke or two, she’d likely offer to help you out. “Looks like you could use a hand. Mine’s free.”

Sonja Morgan: With Sonja you can expect her to either sit down and ask to watch, or take matters into her own hands and finish you off herself. “Let Sonja take care of you, or I could just watch. Your choice.”

Sutton Stracke: Sutton will probably be more embarrassed than you. She’ll apologize and quickly leave, yet you’ll still be able to hear her freaking out just outside the door. “Oh my god, I am so sorry, please forgive me.”

A/N: I did a quote for one, and then I just went crazy and gave them all one. Oops 😅

[dawnthefox24]

Happy Birthday Niran Pruksamanee/Lifeweaver! Because you make me so sick and sad with your childhood and I love you so much boy!! Also I made an Ashe part since I know Ashe,LW, Hanzo were rich besties or at least friends and probably Ashe and LW like Rumiko so heres's Ashe part

*Young Niran has his knees against his chest as tears rolled down his face as he’s in his family garden sobbing his little heart out as he got into a petty argument with his parents about how he wanted to spend his birthday with them and not guest they invited over so he ran off to the garden instead hiding from his parents* Young Niran:*slowly wipes away his tears as he sings happy birthday to himself*Happy birthday to me…Happy birthday to me…H–Happy birthd-day…Happy birthday…H–Happy birthday to me… *Soon he freezes up and quickly dries his tears away as he hears someone walking over to him before sitting down next to him* ????: You have a beautiful Garden… Young Niran:... ???: You know your parents are looking for you birthday boy… Young Niran:*Has more tears rolling down his face as he tries to stop them* ???: Hmm Not much of a talker are you, Niran? Young Niran: H–How do you k–know my name… Rumiko: Well I’m the wife of Sojiro Shimada, Rumiko Shimada Young Niran: Oh… Rumiko:*looks at him for a moment and sighs* Can I ask what happened? Young Niran: W-Why would I tell you… Rumiko: Because I’m the only adult who cares about children for their safety and wellbeing… Young Niran:...I just…I got into a fight with my parents… Rumiko: I see, so what happened? Young Niran:*wipes his tears even more as he chokes back a sob* I just…I just want a small normal birthday…Just a birthday with me and my family… Rumiko:*sighs as he wraps her arm around Niran pulling him close to her as she rubbed his arm a bit* Oh honey… Young Niran:*looks at her before he breaks down crying again* I–I just wish they listened to me… Rumiko:*sighs* I wish I had my shamisen. I would play you a wonderful song but how about I give you a little song that always cheers me and my son up. Young Niran:*wipes away his tears a bit as he finally looks at her* H-How? Rumiko:*smiles* You see back home, we have this Beautiful garden in Hanamura we have an oops-a-daisy and a laugh-o-dil Young Niran:*looks confused a bit as hw crawled a bit grabbing a daisy and daffodils in there pots as they haven't been planted yet* You mean a daisy and daffodils? You said there names wrong are you sure you know- Rumiko:*smiles as she took each pot and cleared her throat a bit before she starts singing* 🎶An oops-a-daisy and a laugh-o-dil,sitting on my windowsill,soaking up all the sun. The oops-a-daisy acts clumsy 'cause the laugh-o-dil finds it funny; And they dilly dally all day long. The oops-a-daisy falls down and she bounces on the ground, the laugh-o-dil laughs until she's rolling around. Oh how can I get anything done? When the flowers are having to much fun. Oh how can I get anything done? When the flowers are having so much fun!🎶 Young Niran:*looks at her and laughs a bit* Rumiko:*smiles and sets the pots down * You know your older sister is looking for you. Young Niran: Banyen is looking for me? Rumiko:*nods* She is, she actually very worried about you after yelling at your parents. She was the one who asked me to look for you, told me the only place you would be is the garden. She did check the first time but clearly she missed you hiding in a small corner... Young Niran:*Looks at bit sad* I'm ruining my own birthday party aren't I? Rumiko:*wraps one arm around Niran as she rubbed his shoulder* No Suītorōtasu, your not ruining your own birthday party in fact how about this I bring your sister here with some cake and maybe...My husband as well? (Sweet Lotus) Young Niran:*smiles softly* That would be nice... Rumiko: Wonderful, now shall the birthday boy come back inside with me? Young Niran:*looks at Rumiko for a moment and chewed his bottom lip nervously* You'll come back once in awhile during my birthday's right? Rumiko:*looks at him and smiled* Dragon promise my Suītorōtasu. Young Niran:*nods as he smiles* Thank you ป้า (Auntie) Rumiko: *smiles*Of course my dear. ~~~

Lifeweaver:*is making hard light daisies and daffodils sadly* Hanzo: Niran are you okay? Lifeweaver: Just remembering your mother dear Shimada... Hanzo:*sighs and hands him a slice of cake* Well she always had that charm to her... Lifeweaver:*smiles softly* did she sing the song of the oops-a-daisy and laugh-o-dil Hanzo:*chuckles softly as he smiles a bit* Always... Lifeweaver: Well then I would like to thank you for spending time with me on my Birthday my dear Shimada...I love you Hanzo: *smiles softly and kisses his forehead and cheek* Of course my love...Happy birthday Niran.

This is what Rumiko sang btw I love this tiktok video so much TvT

[high-quality-assorted-chaos]

me when oops my hand slipped and i accidentally wrote 2500 words of challenger fanfic instead of doing my hw

[fionacle]

also gonna be late bc i kept like drawing instead of doing my hw. also today was the day someone was free to do an interview project with me but i squandered the day so fuckin oops

[owlf45]

wips that hurt my brain.jpeg 

[bellamyblakru]

How about a fanfiction like that:

Merlin Battle of Camlann canon AU

—

We all know the scene, were Merlin appears as dragoon and fights the Saxons, right? But in my opinion, the scene would have been so much more powerful if it was not dragoon that appears, but Merlin as himself! That’s what this fic is gonna be about. Merlin saving everyone from the Saxons with his magic, as himself. And to make it even more powerful, he’s not gonna do it alone. He’s not going to appear out of the blue with just a magic staff, no, he appears as Merlin, the dragon lord. On the back of Kilgarrah, Merlin arrives on the battle field. Everyone is wondering why the dragon is helping them, but then they see a man riding the dragon and fighting with them. One moment, Arthur is about to get attacked, but doesn’t notice. But Merlin appears right in front of him, on the back of Kilgarrah and shows just how powerful he really is. Arthur is shocked. Merlin then gets down from Kilgarrahs back and fights next to Arthur and everyone. With his magic. In the heat of the battle, Arthur doesn’t care. Of course, they win. But it’s not Arthur who gets wounded, but Merlin, while he fights Morgana, and kills her with Arthur’s sword. (You can decide what happens to Mordered) Arthur is angry. Feeling betrayed. He sends Gaius to take care of Merlin, but shortly after he’s not in danger of dying anymore, sends him in the vaults. He doesn’t know what to do. He knows, that Merlin saved them all, but he’s so angry. In the mean time, Merlin refuses to eat, drink or do anything else. Arthur has no clue about that. Soon as Arthur finds out, he gets even more angry, bc Merlin is reacting this way. So he goes and talks to him, or rather shout at him. Merlin is devastated.

Yes, I love angst.

iskakakakqak YESYESYES. man, we were so fucked out of a good ass magical battle in the finale😩god, merlin being incredibly bamf on the field as himself is such a powerful image. like i read a post the other day that said what if he came to the battle and like nature was on his side too. you have like unicorns, wolves, bears, other creatures, the wind, and the dragons just behind him as his army and he just fucking destroys everything because no one is hurting arthur on his watch.

i wrote a fic once where arthur found out and put him in prison where merlin then refused to eat or drink (lemme go find it LOL okay i found it, its this one)!! and its so in character that arthur would be mad about merlin refusing to eat/drink bc “he has no reason to hurt himself when he betrayed me so deeply” and the idea that merlin just fucking refuses to do absolutely anything because everything he stood for (arthur) is gone and his will to live just narrows down to fucking nothing. god, it makes my heart hurt thinking about it. i wish there are more fics exploring how fundamental arthur is to merlin’s entire being, you feel? like merlin is so fucking dependent on arthur’s well-being that by season five, merlin’s morals were “if it keeps arthur alive, fuck anything else” and that is so incredibly fascinating. this kid who was so against killing people at the beginning grew up into someone he never wanted to be—to save arthur, his friends, and for camelot. he is so selfless to a horrid degree where his own self-preservation is nonexistent at this point (which is a Bad Thing). our protagonist became more depressed as time went on and this morally-gray attitude is one of my favorite things about merlin (the reason why he is my fucking favoriteeee). its not common you see the hero get darker as time continues (but every time i read this trope its 😩👌🏻), and its so fun to explore how potential fucked his thought process is (fun to me because im legit becoming a clinical psychologist and minds are vvv interesting and complex and incredible).

this would be hella angst akakakak man, you and i should collaborate on a future fic...what do you think?👀👀👀👀👀👀

[icks4van]

i’ve seen this tiktok trend with other bands so i made one for catfish 🤪

[itsmiyamore]

I'm feeling remarkably lonely right now damn

[tortilla-of-courage]

top 10 moments in gaming history, for real

sometimes i think about how Cawlin looked at Link, the guy he had been bullying for who knows how long, right in the eyes and trusted him with giving his crush a love letter. Never expected Link to want any payback whatsoever. Thought he'd actually do it. And then was completely surprised/scandalized by Link giving the letter to a ghost hand in the toilet instead.

[mel-pomene]

One sincere and pure smile from this man would send me into cardiac arrest

Bonus MC:

[starglow-xx]

— Oh Baby!

heartslabyul & savanaclaw x f! reader

synopsis: when the boys of heartslabyul and savanaclaw get turned to kids, who else is supposed to take of them except their beloved prefect? go figure. damn you crowley. oh, and you too grim.

fandom: twisted wonderland

type of work: part of my new mini series! : “Oh Baby!” ; a mix of head canons and a written segment, fluff / platonic themes

warnings: a stressed prefect

a/n: YALL I AM SO IN LOVE WITH THEM RN. im so biased for these two (heartslabyul specifically but shhh) and this is also unedited oops

— part 1 ; a rough (and incredibly stressful) start —

so this idea has been bouncing around in my head for a while now and i have a three day weekend SO this was born

did i do this instead of my hw? yes. do i regret it? not at the moment

ahem anyways

i can explain this whole situation without any major spoilers for future parts in 3 words

chaotic as hell

which is unfortunate bc you were actually in a pretty good mood before the whole incident but bc of said incident any good mood you were in has been thrown out the window

ace and deuce were swinging at each other with their now babyfied hands and fists

leona was chasing ruggie around as the latter was laughing in glee, jack not too far behind leona’s tail

hah pun intended

trey and cater thankfully, were actually quite peacefully delightedly whispering and talking to each other on the floor then started playing a game of patty cake

riddle, the sight broke your heart slightly as the now turned 5 year old’s eyes were brimming with unshed tears as he sat on a couch cushion

you and grim (who was on your shoulder) exchanged a look and blinked at each other

“nope! im out! no way do i wanna look after a bunch of snot nosed braABJFAKF”

“grim!”

grim jumped off your shoulder and made a run for it while turning back to yell at you not realizing he was running straight towards the mini whirlwinds that were ace and deuce

you quietly say your condolences towards grim before rushing over to a blubbering riddle nearly getting run over by the three mini savanaclaw boys in the process

you picked up the red haired boy while murmuring whispers of “it’s okay i got you” and other reassuring (at least you hope it sounded reassuring) words to him but out of the corner of your eye saw leona and ruggie trying to pick a fight with ace, deuce, cater and trey, grim and jack in the background only watching

“grim! why aren’t you doing anything?!”

“why would i do anything?! if the two brats get in a fight then serves them right! they were yanking on my tail!”

“what about cater and trey?!”

“serves them right too! they were teasing me by keeping the tuna out of reach earlier!”

“grim!”

thankfully, everyone came out unscathed bc you swooped in right between them and everyone kind of froze bc they weren’t expecting the intervention

it was kind of cute actually

...for all of 2 seconds

bc they went and charged at each other anyways

“okay, okay now that you guys have settled down—hEY WAIT A MINUTE YOU GUYS ACK—”

immediately due to being caught in the crossfire, you try to set riddle down on a nearby chair so he wouldn’t get hurt but as soon as you let go of him, he started to cry

“riddle? riddle! hey look at me! do you remember me? it’s okay! don’t cry, im sorry for putting you dow—RUGGIE! we do not try to bite people!”

all around you is just absolute chaos as you try to defuse the situation while trying to calm down a crying riddle

you’re absolutely positive you can hear grim cackling in the background

but it doesn’t last long bc jack grabs him but the tail and runs straight towards you guys into the chaos

“MWAHAH look at that! serves all of you right! this is incrediADKCK”

again, mentally giving your condolences to grim, you use the new distraction to escape towards the other side of the room riddle still in your hold

well, it was more like you were in his hold to be completely honest

his arms were wrapped around your neck, and legs around your stomach in a koala like hold with his chin on your shoulder

for a brief second you find yourself interanlly squealing bc ohmygod who knew riddle rosehearts, the housewarden of heartslabyul could be so cute?

but the moment is short lived

you wince as you hear a side table come crashing down along with the screams of 7 five year olds having a war with each other and grim screams of agony

you fish out your phone from your bag and you stare at for a little bit not really wanting to make this call bc you had a feeling things would get worse if you do

but grim is gonna be soon out of commission and you’re out of options

you’d rather not have your dorm destroyed so there’s really only one thing to do now

“AKWCKQD CROWLEY-SAN”

peace never seemed to be in the air around campus these days now did it.

the masked headmaster sighed before speaking into the phone.

“yes, (y/n)?”

“i-it’s the boys! the heartslabyul and savanaclaw boys! t-they’ve—AH leona no! you do not hit! put grim down! animal cruelty will not be tolerated at this dorm!”

crowley tilts the phone away from his ear slightly as the noises from your end get louder and louder. there’s a lot of panicked scuffling and shouts from you along with...crying? he raises an eyebrow at the sound and becomes baffled as he begins to pick up more and more details.

if he listens closely, he could hear more than one set of footsteps, but they aren’t as heavy as a human’s should be. it’s likely to be grim, but with all the ruckus, it can’t just be him. didn’t you mention you were with the boys from heartslabyul and savanaclaw? knowing them, they’d be coddling (not that they’d admit it) you the moment they find out you were distress (not that they’d admit it). what’s going on?

he waited a bit for you to come back to the phone, but after a few minutes all he got was a 

“CROWLEY-SAN PLEASE JUST COME OVER SORRY BYE”

then line went dead.

he blinked before sighing again.

oh how he misses the peace.

but he guesses he shall go because he is gracious.

— time skip —

“CROWLEY-SAN THEY’VE ALL TURNED INTO CHILDREN”

crowley stands dumbfounded on the threshold of your dorm as you stand in front of him nearly on the verge of tears, stress and panic evident on your face as children hang from...well everywhere.

you’ve got ruggie hanging off your neck giggling into your right shoulder as jack sits on your left, his arms also wrapped on your neck so he won’t fall over as he leans his head against yours slightly dozing off. 

you’ve got riddle and ace in your arms, the former looking like he had just finished crying and nuzzled into your collarbone and the latter grinning with a sparkle in his eyes clearly pleased with being in your hold. 

at your feet you’ve got deuce tightly hugging your left leg looking at crowley confusion written all over his face. on your right side, is leona who unlike jack, has fully dozed off and is currently tightly attached to your right ankle, head resting on your foot and the rest of his body sprawled out on the floor.

and last but not least, you’ve got a younger trey standing on your left side having the end of your cardigan tightly in his hold as cater stands on your right somehow avoiding stepping on leona’s tail holding onto your torso.

again, crowley blinks not fully comprehending the sight before him. if he looks past you, he can see grim sprawled out in the living room floor out cold.

“...i see”

“that’s all you have to say?!”

AHH this is my first fic that ive posted in. long while, so im proud i found some time and motivation to write something hehe. stay tuned for the next part! YOU GUYS IM SO EXCITED !! hope to see yall next time!

as always, reblogs and shares are appreciated! i hope you all stay safe! and just in case nobody told you they loved you today, i love you! you are enough! <3

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