#that probably won’t happen again any time soon once it dies down

[catastrxblues]

i continued like 4 pages of the secret history last night and woke up this morning reinvigorated with a will to LIVE. thank you donna tartt.

[literaila]

i need more of gojo's dopey grin and reader cooing over him when they're alone

“hey.”

to anyone else, this position might look a bit… concerning.

but laying face down in your bed, head smushed into the pillow, fingers clinging at the sheets underneath the duvet, uniform still on—well, this is normal to satoru.

because of course it is.

you don’t bother to move, or breathe, or really even comprehend that gojo is back several hours later than he’d told you he would be.

no, your feet hurt a bit too much, and your shoulders feel pinched. whoever invented nerves and muscles anyway? and how can you travel back in time to murder them?

“why are you home?” you ask satoru, voice muffled into the pillow.

but he must understand you well enough because the weight of the bed shifts at your waist, and there’s a hand on your back. “i don’t know… thought i might try going to bed a bit earlier.”

“no, you didn’t.”

he must be smiling. “no, i didn’t. i did miss you though. tired?”

“i think i died.”

“mmm…” and then there’s a weight—at least a billion tons—covering your body, and an ear in the middle of your back as gojo lays on you. “ah, nope! there’s your heart. it’s very happy to see me.”

“my eyes are closed.”

“the heart knows no bounds, darling.”

you scoff and then remember that your lungs are being crushed. “gojo,” you cough out, lifting your head finally. “i can’t breathe.”

“then how are you speaking to me?” he asks, bravado evidence in every inch of him, but he lifts himself off and you relax once again—or relax as much as a person who might never be able to get up again can.

but then there’s a hand at your shoulders, and a blinding light in your eyes as satoru flips you over, his knees finding their place on either side of you, hands right by your neck.

“ugh,” you try to move back, but he’s on top of you. so, yeah no, nothing happening there. “i hate this thing,” you say, reaching around him to mess with the knot he’s tied at the back of his head.

usually you don’t mind the blindfold, but today it has potential to ruin your entire relationship.

satoru only laughs, pushing your hands away as he does it himself. his eyes are there, after that, focused on you even as he leans over to set the blindfold somewhere unimportant.

“the kids asleep?” he asks you, staying above you—where he’s most comfortable.

“tsumiki came and said goodnight an hour ago. and megumi might be in a coma because he fell asleep at six and probably won’t ever wake up again.”

“oh, good, so we’re off the hook.”

“yup. for at least seven more hours.”

satoru grins, his hair in your eyes as he leans down. “that’s enough time,” he tells you, kissing the side of your jaw, and then your neck, and then—

“i’m too tired,” you tell him, kind of pouting, kind of wishing you had any energy to push him off. “why are teenagers so fast?”

he kisses back up, still smiling. “endurance training?”

“i think it was more ‘let’s practice killing our teacher’ training.”

“aw, that’s my favorite,” his eyes meet yours. “did you at least kick their asses?”

you scoff. “are you kidding?”

gojo shakes his head, mostly just to taunt you.

“of course i did,” you huff, kneeing his stomach so he’ll get off.

satoru complies, just to show that he can be sweet.

and it might take all of your body strength, but as soon as he is on his side, you curl up beside him, leg swung across his hips.

you ignore satoru’s silent laugh and make an effort not to comment on the hand that wraps around you, keeping you secured to him.

“good?”

“hmm.”

satoru swallows, hands finding their way to the hem of your shirt, playing with the fabric. “i had another meeting today.”

“yeah?”

“yeah.”

“how’d it go?” you ask softly, grabbing his hand instead. you intertwine your fingers, allowing his subtle teasing of his thumb on your skin.

“fine. good. bad,” satoru sighs. “i need to take another trip soon.”

“hmm.”

“not until the end of the month, probably. but soon.”

“okay,” you whisper to him, looking at your hands. “that’s fine.”

he makes a noise, nuzzling his nose into your forehead. “that’s what took so long. i didn’t mean to miss dinner.”

you laugh, squirming away from the ticklish feeling. “it’s okay. at least megumi was more pleasant than usual. no one to tease him.”

“i’ll double it tomorrow.”

you groan, turning so you can look up at him—because if you’re going to convince him of anything, you’ll need your face to do it.

but satoru is already grinning back at you.

his eyes are entirely soft. his skin as always been so perfect, the planes and edges of his face a mesmerizing configuration.

you must be really tired, because you pause for a moment. satoru looks at you like that often enough but it—

it doesn’t make it any more bearable.

so you groan again, shaking his hand from yours. “stop smiling at me like that. i can’t focus, and im trying to argue with you.”

he laughs. “i thought you were tired.”

“i am. i cant be dealing with you and your face right now.”

“my face?”

“your stupid eyes.”

“stupid?”

“shut up, gojo,” you tell him, shaking your head. “i’m closing my eyes. don’t look at me.”

“but i just can’t stop,” he murmurs, sweetly.

and against all judgement you look at him again—and he’s still smiling.

this time, you swallow, looking a little bit more.

no one ever said you weren’t allowed to admire him just a little bit. it’s not like it’s illegal.

satoru hums and leans down. he kisses you softly, both of your necks straining, and you can still feel the damn smile. can taste the exuberance, smell the sincerity.

he adjusts both of you then, moving so that you’re laying all the way on the bed, no longer bending your neck to see him.

satoru pulls away with a smack, eyes very close to yours. “your lips are warm.”

you close your eyes. “stop,” you say to him, so quiet it’s almost inaudible.

but satoru doesnt.

[pianocat939]

Alright, here are my headcannons :)

I have been seeing some yandere future turtles stuff lately, but no one ever seems to do platonic yandere future turtles with their past counterparts and junior. I wanted to theorize what would happen and torture m/c more.

For a backstory, I was thinking maybe Master Michelangelo managed to grab him, his bros, and Casey and bring them to the present to defeat the Krang.

M/c DID exist in the future, but died early on in the war. This devastated the future turtles and junior (he was old enough to remember m/c). When they go to the past, they see m/c alive and happy. They can’t stand the idea of losing them again, so they decide to keep them in the lair with them and their present counterparts.

Present m/c has no idea that the turtles or junior even exist, seeing that they meet them during the apocalypse. The future turtles and junior stalk m/c a lot and soon enough the present turtles decide to see what they are doing. They follow them one day and see their future counterparts stalking m/c.

The future counterparts originally worry that the present turtles may be against what they are doing. Thankfully for them, the present turtles take a liking towards m/c. (I was thinking that the present turtles get attached to m/c mainly because they want to impress or be like their future counterparts, but grow attached to m/c later on).

Now that we have the setting, how fucked is m/c?

Royally fucked. Four super powered turtles is bad enough, but EIGHT super powered turtles AND an apocalypse child with training?! Yeah, m/c isn’t getting out of this easily.

First off, m/c has to realize that the turtles and junior exist in the first place, which will most likely only happen once they are being kidnapped. The turtles and junior get fed up of waiting and decide to snatch m/c whenever they can. They already have a whole room designed just for them waiting at the lair, why not just take them now?

Once m/c is kidnapped, they won’t be getting out easily. The group swarms m/c at any chance, too scared to let them out of their sights. The Donnies upgrade the lair’s defenses and lockdown system, making it impossible to escape when it is activated. The Leos, Raphs, and junior are paranoid about losing m/c and constantly attempt to have m/c right next to them. The Mikeys are the least worried, mainly future Mikey because of his mystic powers. However, that doesn’t mean they aren’t watching m/c. Junior is more of a slightly overbearing brother than anything, but he also gives any information to the Donnies if they are too busy in the lab to see it.

Oh yeah, m/c should also expect to be babied for practically everything they do. M/c needs something from a high place? Climbing is dangerous, let one of the Raphs reach it! M/c is trying to make themselves a snack? They can injure themself, the Mikeys can do that for them! M/c tries to walk across the lair alone? They can trip and hurt themselves, the Leos can portal them! M/c tries to get one freaking second of privacy and alone time? They can be attacked by someone or injure themselves, he Donnies will make sure you’re okay on their security cameras and trackers and Junior can watch them if they even manage to be allowed outside! M/c can’t tell them off, either. They are in the Hamato family, now.

I can’t see many ways for m/c to escape, their best bet is to probably leave if they manage to figure out about them and their plans beforehand. Other than that, they are kinda screwed.

M/c can try to escape by running, sure, but it isn’t going to work out for them when they end up being pinned down to the floor while future Donatello hits a button on his wristpad and makes the lair go on lockdown. Hope m/c likes their new family, because they aren’t leaving anytime soon

I- this is so well thought out I’m not gonna add anything

11/10

[nero-vanderwolf]

August 21, 2010 

Tatsumi Port Memorial Hospital 

“...Hey, guys.” 

Junpei sits down in the cold plastic chair beside the twins. Their heart monitors beep in unison like always. Their chests rise and fall in unison like always. There’s no response from either of them. Like always. 

“Uh... Just wanted to catch you two up. Akihiko and Shinjiro-senpai moved out of the dorms and got an apartment. After Ken finishes out elementary school, he and Koro-chan are gonna move in with ‘em.” 

He pauses. He doesn’t know why, it’s not like they’ll suddenly open their eyes and listen to him. He isn’t even sure if they can hear him now. 

“Yuka-tan is the head of the archery club now. She says it gets pretty stressful sometimes, but I think she enjoys it anyways. Y’know... It’s kinda funny. She told me she only joined so she could fight Shadows, but she’s stayin’ in the club anyways.” 

Another pause. Another moment of crippling realisation that they may never hear him again. Another deep breath. 

“Uh- I brought my grades up! Y’know, I think all that shit with the Fall kinda helped get my head outta my ass. I may not like studying or homework, but sometimes you gotta grit your teeth and do the crap you don’t wanna do. Like fight Shadows.” 

He laughs. It doesn’t sound right to his own ears. It grates at his throat. How dare he laugh, how dare he joke, when the two people he cared about most, who sacrificed themselves for him and the others, lay there hooked up to machines just to survive? 

How dare he be anything at all when there are others who have suffered more? 

...He recalls something Kotone told him once, while he was grieving Chidori so long ago. 

“You held her dear to you, and she traded her life for yours. That’s not something to be taken lightly, or joked about. You’re allowed to grieve, Junpei, and if you don’t give yourself the time to process and mourn, I’m gonna kick your ass.” 

He held the twins dear to him. Still does, really. They traded their lives for his, and the others’. It’s hard to make jokes about it, even after all these months. But he’s allowed to grieve- allowed to mourn their lives and the crushing fact that they had used themselves as a barrier between Nyx and the world. 

If he didn't take his time like this, someone from S.E.E.S would kick his sorry ass. Probably Shinjiro-senpai and all his terrifying, comforting glory. 

“What else... Oh, yeah! Fuuka has gotten way better at cooking. Honestly, it’s kinda a shame you guys can’t taste her cooking- Shinjiro-senpai might have some serious competition soon! Well- okay, maybe not, but I’m serious! She’s, like, taken over Shinjiro-senpai’s role since he left.” 

Junpei chuckles, remembering when she was first learning to cook. She had accidentally set the dorm kitchen on fire, and made it worse by throwing water on the grease. Now, she could easily whip up whatever someone was craving, and had made Shinjiro-senpai proud when she (successfully) improvised a recipe. 

“There... Isn’t really that much left to say. Aigis misses you two a lot, but since we’re all gonna be so busy, we won’t be able to visit for a while. So once we’re all settled, and we have some time, we’ll visit again. Okay? Take care, dudes. Love ya.” 

There’s still time left in visitation, he could stay and talk about him following his baseball dreams, or Mitsuru and Yukari finally getting their heads out of their asses and getting together, or Ken asking him if he knows any other words for ‘Dad’ for “no reason in particular”. 

But he leaves it all unsaid. He’ll tell them next time he sees them. He promised, after all. 

THE PREVIOUS KOTONE AND JUNPEI INTERACTION FIC IS RELATED TO THIS ONE HOLY SHIT!!!!!! KOTONE TELLING JUNPEI ITS OK TO GRIEVE IS REAL!!!! AGHHGHGHHHHAHAHHHH..... AND AKISHINJI MOVING IN WITH KEN AND KOROMARU!!! THE FAMILY!!!!!! aghhh but also junpei being scared of losing the twins. he'd probably be scared considering everything that's happened. so many people died and junpei is probably most scared since he lost chidori.... aaaghhh............

[padfootastic]

in a turn of events that doesn’t surprise anyone im sure, @impishtubist has caused yet another scene to be stuck in my head until i wrote it down. so, have some sexy, greying sirius; a deeply thirsty, appreciative james who won’t let him dye it; and a very-fed-up-of-his-parents-antics harry for prongsfoot wednesday!

x

Harry entered the house with ‘I’m home!’ on his lips that died an instant death as soon as he registered what he was seeing.

“Er,” he hesitated. Does he really want to—? One more look at the scene in front of him and he decided to bite the bullet. Better to clear the air now than keep stewing on it later.

“Um. Is this a—kink? A fetish? Should I leave and never come back?”

In any other scenario, the way both his parents froze and looked at him with wide eyes would’ve been comical.

If only Dad wasn’t straddling his Papa on the ground, one of his hands holding both of Papa’s above him with disturbing ease.

“Er—“

“It’s not what it looks like, Haz!” Dad yelped, cutting across Papa who’s face and neck were turning a steady pink. “I swear.”

“Then why are you still—like that?” Harry asked, deciding to play it safe and look at the boring grey couch in the living room instead. Nothing scandalous going on there.

He could hear the scrambling of feet, a few thumps, and a mini-yelp, absently wondering about the amount of noise the simple act of getting up could produce.

“Right.” Dad cleared his throat. “So, Harry, would you please tell your Papa that he is, under no circumstances, allowed to dye his hair?”

Harry blinks, turning to his other, exasperated, father in silent question.

“Harry, will you please tell your Dad that this is my hair and I can do with it as I please?”

“Not when you promised yourself to me!” Dad yelps and Harry is hit with an intense wave of regret at instigating this.

“Promised—?”

“Yes! Our wedding, you said, and I quote, ‘I give myself to you, James Potter, mind, body and soul’, don’t tell me you forgot.”

“Of course I didn’t forget,” Papa throws his hands up in the air. “But c’mon James—this is not what I meant when I said body!”

“What, you think I only wanted you for that ars—“

“Dad!” Harry, yelps, mortified. He can feel his cheeks heating in a violent blush. He can feel a similar flush creeping up Papa’s neck. Sadly, his words don’t have the deterring effect he’d intended.

“I mean, it is spectacular, don’t get me wrong, but you’re more than just a beautiful body, Si!”

“James, please, have some mercy for our child, if not me,” Papa says. Thankfully, this seems to register as Dad’s eye widened, part horror and part apology. Harry waves it away tiredly; though he’s no less embarrassed every time it happens, growing up in the Potter household with two extremely affectionate parents has exposed him to much worse. He’s accepted it as his lot in life.

“Er—yeah, anyway,” he coughs, ruffling his hair, “Bottom line—Sirius isn’t allowed to dye his hair.”

“I literally never agreed to that.”

“Too bad because you will,” Dad says, slowly moving towards Papa with a look on his face that Harry is loath to describe as predatory. If only it wasn’t so true.

“Oh?” Papa’s left eyebrow rises extraordinarily high, as it tends to do quite often. He crosses his arms over his chest in challenge. The motion makes his Dad smile.

“Mhm.” The two of them are chest-to-chest by this point, staring into each other’s eyes. Harry could probably conduct a whole rave party right here, right then, and they wouldn’t even notice. That is when he decides it’s high time he should step in—not literally, Merlin, no—before they end up doing something that makes him try to run away (again).

“So I was right—it is a kink,” Harry says dryly, once again regretting starting this entire conversation in the first place. He should’ve just turned back around and gone to the Weasleys instead.

“Harry, no—“

x

Three years later, Harry—who’s almost blissfully forgotten about the entire incident—walks into his parents’ house to an almost identical scene, just with his Papa on top this time. This time, he makes the sensible choice he still regrets not making all those years ago, and walks right back out the door.

Let those two sort it out on their own. Merlin knows his intervention hadn’t helped a bit the last time around.

[evolnoomym]

This has nothing to do with the story I’m writing and is just me talking about a terrible situation that happened. I haven’t talked about it in a long time it’s probably all over the place. It’s about pet loss, grief and suicidal thoughts. Be warned if that’s not for you. 🦋

It’s been 607 days.

October 15th 2022, changed my life forever. A few days before your birthday, you died.

It’s crushing, to remember the day you came into my life, just six years before you’d leave it. At 2 months we got you and your sister, both of you so tiny, so sweet, two beautiful gentle souls. I picked your name….Karl and to even write it down hurts so much. The first few weeks you two spend in my bedroom and oh how much sleep you robbed me off by being active little babies….Back then I was annoyed but I would give anything to experience any of it again just to have one more moment with you. I remember the day you saw and felt snow for the first time in your live. I remember the move, how I had to tightly hold on to the box you were in because the driving gave me a panic attack and only you in that box gave me some sense of relief. I remember your voice and how different it sounded to anything I’ve heard before. You were so silly, so goofy, so sweet and so much more than just a pet my little star in the sky. All 4 of you together were the perfect group and now there is a piece missing.

It’s my fault. You died because of me and my selfishness. I couldn’t wait on more day and that cost you your life. If I would’ve listened to her we would’ve never left that day and none of this would’ve happened. It’s like I have your blood on my hands. Sometimes I thought it should’ve been me, I deserved it. I wanted to die and I wish i would’ve but instead you did. It’s like a stupid movie playing in my head. She saw you first, her scream is still echoing through my skull. Then I saw you. I froze just like back in my childhood when a terrible scene played out right in front of me. Just like back then I couldn’t do anything to help I could just watch. She tried to resuscitate you but to no avail. When she stopped that’s when I knew you were dead. That was it, you were gone forever. When I touched you it felt like always only you were getting colder and it was awful to feel no breathing, no sign of life. Now when I touch the others I always put my ear on their chests to hear the heartbeat to know they are alive. Our last goodbye was never said. You died alone, scared and in excruciating pain. You didn’t deserve that. I couldn’t stop crying. That day was one of the few times I hugged her, the pain of losing you made us put aside our indifferences if even just for a moment. We buried you the same day in the back of our garden, I gave you one final look, one final pat and that was it. I’ve been at your grave once since…it just hurts to much. After you passed i had moments in which thought I could hear you from another room or I saw you out the corner of my eyes but no,I was always reminded that you were gone I was just imagining things. You are just nostalgia and you won’t come back. My imagined you is all I have left.

You were the loudest of all and the silence in those following days almost killed me. I missed hearing you talk, missed you cuddling with me in bed, missed you being so dorky and I missed being greeted by you as soon as i opened the door. You left a giant hole in my heart. It was all to much and it felt like some unknown higher up wanted to fuck me over.

Before you died I went through a rough time but it seemed to look up and then you died. Maybe that’s my curse, whenever I feel like I’m going to be okay something makes everything fall apart. The version of me that I was when you were alive died that day with you. She got buried too and I was lost. It felt like my brain was bursting, so I tried to shove it all away I pretend to be fine and that worked but only for a couple weeks. December 2022 is when i suddenly got bad all over again my mind was caving in on me, resulting in me pushing everyone away. They were all a pending risk, I could lose them and that would hurt, it would be out of my control. So pushing everyone away was the only solution, if I have no one then there’s nothing to lose. For 5 months I didn’t speak to anyone. Only my Dad saw me he was the only one I let come close to me in those months. I had a lot time to think about what happened. I can’t look at the window without seeing you, the carpet you layed on was tainted with bad memories until it had to be thrown out. Saying your name became a taboo as it would rip open all wounds which are barely healing as is. In a way it’s almost like you never existed. And it hurts that I barely remember you alive, my memories are jumbled and all I remember is you dead. I look at pictures and videos rarely, every time I do is like a punch in the gut. I would give up everything to have you back alive and well in my arms. Sometimes I think I could’ve loved you more and I hate myself for not appreciating every moment more. Now I do, I started taking photos of everything, so many of your siblings and whenever the sky is painted with beautiful colors if like to think it’s you sending me a sign. I regret it so much that I don’t have a lot of photos with you in them. I see you in the clouds sometimes. When I’m out walking and there’s a butterfly I hope it’s you. I really try to believe that you are fine up there, that you forgave me for leaving but it’s so hard the “what if” is so haunting to know how much on simple decision changed all of our lives. Your sister Luna spends a lot time with me, I think she can feel how sad I still am so she tries to comfort me. When I look at Luna I see so much of you and she misses you so much. I think she calls for you wondering where you went.

Your death was my lowest point, I went through a lot in my life but your death was one too much, with that so much of my past that tried to push away came crashing down on me and it changed me. I will never be the same person again.

I will never forget you and not a day goes by where I don’t think of you my Baby Karl, you were here.

I don’t know if I will ever stop feeling guilty.

I’m sorry.

[lamarckianenterprises]

How to dispose of bodies in an apartment block when you can’t even go down the stairs without possibly getting jumped and you do not want to take the elevator

There’s a few ways to go about it I think:

Dump them in an empty apartment or trash room you will never use for anything else and close it up and mark it (Risky, might still make any other time you’d need to use this room dangerous, and outside of the virus which probably would go anyway there’s the issue of y’know, bacterial infection and sheer stench. This is something you do when you’re not too worried about screwing other people over or think you will never need to go back here again.)

Going out to bury them like a normal person (No, as mentioned before any easy way of getting up and down from each floor is a potential deathtrap, not one you’d want to carry a dead body down anyway. And what are you going to do once you’re down there? Just avoid everything while you spend hours digging into firm, dry ground that someone once insisted needs to have a lawn on to look presentable to outsiders and be a communal park and gathering place? No)

Burning them (No, risks setting the entire apartment block on fire if you fuck up, definitely will turn on fire alarms which is not great for not eating shit and dying even if the building still has steady water and power, and did you know that a human body actually takes a lot of burning to get through? More than what you could get done before the sprinklers kick in anyway, or at least that’s what I heard.)

Chopping them up and [X] (You won’t always have the time, or the ability to stomach doing this whenever someone dies)

Just leave them there (Unfortunately more likely than you think)

Toss them off a balcony (Anyone walking around on the ground floor is dead or soon to be anyway, who cares about what they’d think? You can’t risk leaving the body in here with you, who knows what'll happen if you look at her face too much. But once it’s done there it’s someone else’s problem.)

[yanderelovlies]

✨Galaxy Anon✨ here!

Exactly. Yes once they realized I do a lot more than they realize they start asking me to do things and yes it’s good to know they actually value my work but at the same time I’m sometimes busy and they tell me to do something extra and I’m literally running behind on my work cause of that. Not to mention I’m sometimes so tired and finally I get to sit down and nope can’t do that now! Today literally they gave me a big table but the table wanted all cash…CASH! And it’s a table for six but they put another seat for seven so I can’t just split it normally so I took twenty minutes panicking on what to do. Thankfully it gotten taken care of later but man I was so done. Thank you honestly for hearing me out I’m so tired right now and yes I made decent today at least but damn it was stressful. I definitely will keep you updated on what I need to rant on lol.

Well if you insist~ So basically reader was a employer at the studio that made sunny day Jack. There were head over heels for Joseph and when Joseph asked them out they were ecstatic and felt all there dreams come true especially since he was so loving and tending to them. But soon the bitter truth came out. Joseph only asked them out for a dare from his other co workers. Heartbroken and devastated they were about to quit there job but saw one of the ceiling lights about to collapse and about to hit Joseph and even when hurt by him they pushed him out of the way and took the damage instead. They died that day. But soon they were recarnated by fate being merciful to them. They kept there past memories and got a second chance at life. But when accidentally summoning Jack they recognize him and are immediately enraged and wants nothing to do with him knowing that’s Joseph. And Joseph realizes later who they are but tries to make up for Joseph past mistake. But Even when Jack acts so loving and tells them how much he loves them they won’t budge and they even tell him “ I made that mistake once and I will not be naive to give you another chance again! I want nothing to do with you!” And it makes Jack start fading and he realizes with horror that reader will never let him in again, even if they beg and do practically anything for forgiveness. You can decide on the rest but I wanted to add some context on what happened. Also I like to add while Joseph only got together with them due to pressure from his peers he soon also fell in love with reader but unfortunately when reader find out back then since everyone was watching and his peers were watching laughing at reader he didn’t admit that he loved them and unfortunately never got to say it to them due to there death. Also if you wanted to change some things in this feel too. I won’t mind. Not to mention if reader decides to presue a relationship with maybe nick or shuan ( because fuck you ian. You cheated and that ain’t okay).

The other one I will take some time to figure out how I want to say it. I always try to check if my writing is actually understandable to read sometimes.

Fair Fair. Hmm then a easier question would maybe be which character do you relate to the most and which character would you most likely think you have the best chance getting together with?

Honestly, I probably would have panicked too. I'm sorry about all the stress dear, but I'm glad you're able to rest now. You're always welcome to come vent to me any time 💕💕

Aaaahhh I really love that angst!!! Just the horror and desperation Jack feels trying to convince them that he's changed and to just give him a chance. Do you think he would result to possessing them??

As for who I relate to mmmm funny enough I would have to say V/Vergil. The only difference is I don't strive or search for power due. I prefer to help those around me. And our childhood trauma isn't the same

And best chance of getting together with. If we are setting aside Yandere tendencies I would say either Bo or Dante.

Bo because I'm gamer at heart, and I know I would spend hours playing and talking with the Tamagotchi. So we would get to know each other better 💙

Dante because as creepy as it sounds I've played all the games and watched the anime so I like to think I know what he likes. I can win his heart with pizza and strawberry sundaes. I can also keep his place clean 💅✨️. I also have a great personality I swear

But wait! What about you galaxy?? Who do you relate to the most, and who do you think you can win over??

[e-lisard-archive]

A night of planning

Original post September 16th, 2022 (x)

Near sighs as he gets up from his bed, carefully avoiding the creaky planks in the floor. It’s been about 2 months since he and his mother avoided death due to their ancestry, and he still has trouble falling asleep. 

What if they come back while he’s sleeping? He can’t do anything to protect his mother then, and this new chance will have been wasted. Not just because his mother will still have died, but because they will kill him too. 

“Don’t leave a single Hallow alive,” had been their orders. 

Everyone but them dead. And for what? Just because some guy five generations ago wanted to take over the world? 

Obviously Near isn’t saying that William Hallow (or ‘William the Conqueror’ in most history books) was right in trying to take over, but to kill every last person in the family? Even when it’s been so long? 

He sighs again as he leans against the doorframe, looking at his sleeping mother. Whatever happened last time, she’s still alive now. Still breathing. 

This time around, he’ll protect her. 

He’ll have to train, obviously, because no one but a Magus can defeat another Magus. In his previous life he didn’t - couldn’t - start until he was 17, which led to him being rather… weak. But he’s only been 13 for about two months now. This is the time most disciples born outside Schools start learning. And he still knows the techniques from Atteberry, as well as some from Whitaker, courtesy of Emil. 

With all he knows, he could probably speed up the process too, or skip some of the parts newbies need to understand everything. 

And once he’s at a somewhat decent level… 

Well… 

He’s not going to try and go back to Atteberry. Or at least, not anytime soon. A bastard like him will never get any respect there. 

Whitaker… is also not a good decision. 

Dunn, on the other hand… 

Dunn has never rejected a potential disciple because of their background, or their ancestry. Well, that he’s heard of. It’s still too risky to let any of them know he is a Hallow. But him being the bastard child of the current Atteberry head? That won’t be any problem for them. 

They value hard work and skill over anything else, and if Near has learned anything from his previous life, it’s how to work hard. 

How to make himself indispensable. 

Yes, he’ll go to Dunn. Ask them for a place to stay for his mother too. 

They’ll be safe there, at least for a while. 

At least until he’s strong enough to avoid his previous mistakes. 

And maybe… if he plays his cards right… he can find the techniques of the Hallow School too. 

Everyone knows how the biggest Schools fight, but no one has fought anyone of the Hallow School in several generations. 

Their lack of knowledge will give him an advantage in a fight, at least for the first while. 

He nods to himself, satisfied, as he wanders back to bed. 

This is a good plan, or at least the start of one. 

Laying down in bed he yawns, a sudden tiredness overtaking him. Well, he hasn’t slept properly in months, that’s not too weird. 

With his ideas still fresh in mind, Near falls asleep, not waking up again until very late the next morning. 

[theonehitwonder]

@owlfacenightkit ask and you shall receive

tw for mentionined physical abuse, child sexual abuse

Click, thump.

Harper looked up from the spare paper he’d been doodling on with a start, Please not tonight-

“Cory is being a prick again!” A shaky voice called out from near the front door, followed by the sound of the front door being slammed.

ah.

He relaxed slightly. Just Maggie, then. Just her.

…Although, this probably meant he was going to spend the entirety of tomorrow trying to settle things between Charge and her. Better than what he was expecting. He guessed.

“Aw, man.” He said back, getting up from his desk to go see her. Her eyes were red and he could feel the heat pouring off her in angry waves. She’d clearly been crying. He sighed. 

…Happy to help. He wished literally anyone would bother giving him a heads up when Maggie was on her way over, but. Not the time to be exasperated. He didn’t have any plans for tonight, anyway.

“What was it this time?” He asked, leaning in the doorway between the hallway with his bedroom and the living room.

She sniffed, flopping down on the couch face down. He winced slightly. Never a good idea to have an upset Maggie on furniture you didn't want singed.

“She doesn’t respect me at all.”  She muttered, voice shaky but seething with anger. “She never listens to anything I want. It’s only what she wants and I’m sick of it.”

He felt something twist in his gut as he sat down next to her, picking at a scratch he got on a mission. Calm down. She’s 16. Every kid feels like this at some point.

The scratch still hasn’t healed after weeks. He should get it checked out. He probably won’t.

“Okayy… But why were you crying?” He asked, poking her slightly with false levity. She grumbled.

“I didn’t want to do patrol tonight.” She mumbled. “And we ended up yelling about it, like always, because it’s impossible for her to ever listen to what I have to say apparently.”

Ah. Of course.

This seemed to be a common theme in their spats. Maggie didn’t want to deal with a responsibility she had, Charge wanted her to, the two ended up yelling and Highlighter picked up the pieces once it shattered. It was no wonder Charge still needed him so much, Magma was barely a sidekick.

“Arighty,” He nodded. “Have you had dinner yet?”

***

He stared down at the paper clutched in his hands.

‘Charge has a sidekick? Highlighter hits the streets’ was printed in bold black letters across the front page. Just below it was a photo of him, smiling and waving for the cameras with a police car in the background.

“Cory! I’m in the news!” He said excitedly as he stormed down the basement stairs. Cory looked up from the case files she was going over, a mildly interested expression on her face.

“Yep.” She said, looking back down, a small smile on her face. “That’s gonna happen a lot from now on. Welcome to the job.”

He stared back down at the paper, feeling something warm and buzzing in his chest. People like him. People are reading about him. He felt more elated than he did even just after the first mission.

“Can we hang this one up?” He asked, grinning.

***

“I just don’t understand her.” Cory muttered angrily, white-knuckling her mug. “She’s so defiant all the time.”

He smiled sympathetically, but he was a little annoyed. They’d had this conversation a thousand times. They probably will until he dies, because this family is nothing if not fiercely stubborn.

“She doesn’t think you take her seriously.” He said carefully, bracing for her to shout.

“I do take her seriously! She just argues about everything!” She threw her hands up. “You were never like this. You always listened to me.” She grumbles. The unspoken except is nudged to the side, because always is never true with them. It never will be again. He broke it.

“She’s just going through a phase. It happens.” He assures. It’s a lie that falls off his tongue like molasses, and they both know it. They’ve been fighting for years. They won't stop anytime soon.

“My Dad would have beaten me into next week for half the things Maggie has said to me!” She continues, not hearing him, “I’m being more lenient with her than I was ever given and she just- just spits in my face about it!”

He doesn't answer. Once she starts talking about her parents it’s not about anything he says.

***

It’s been a particularly rainy spring, and the storm outside comes down in sheets against the windows, tictictictictictictic- It’s only noon and it looks like midnight.

Harper sits on the closest end of the couch to the kitchen, absentmindedly flicking between channels with his leg propped up on the coffee table. He isn’t paying any attention to the shows.

The door to the basement opens with a familiar click, and Harper perks up, craning his neck towards the hallway.

“Hey, what’s up?” He asks apprehensively, and Cory walks in the doorway of the living room, still absorbed in the papers she’s clutching. She doesn’t look up at him.

“Nothing. Just working on a case.” She mutters. “Getting some coffee made.”

He hasn’t seen a lot of her since he broke his leg. The two of them spend most of their time on superhero things, and now that Highlighter is temporarily benched… Charge doesn’t really. Have a reason to talk to him.

And. That’s not. Really a problem, he guesses. She talks to him enough. Even if it makes him feel slightly sort of used, it’s not- it’s. Fine. She adopted him to be a sidekick anyway, adopted him to be Highlighter.

“So what’s the case-” he starts,

The coffee maker dings, and Charge walks back in the kitchen without a word or glance in his direction. He gives a small ‘okay!’ even though he feels like he’s just been slapped.

***

Here is the thing: there are two ways Harper is fundamentally different from everyone else.

One: he’s a sidekick. He’s Charge’s second in command, the one who picks her up when she falls, the one who covers her blind spots. He’s a tool.

And, two: where most people have, he guesses, maybe crushes or something like that, Harper has a beast curled tightly in his chest.

He has a ravenous, clawing thing in place of a heart. This thing, that just wants to be loved so badly, that just wants to take and take and take and will grab any amount of affection and hold onto it like it's never going to get it again.

He’s always had this thing. As far back at he can remember he’s chased attention, even if it got more extreme as he grew up.

Bella may have broken him, but he was always cracked.

***

He tries to keep it together.

He does.

He’s Highlighter. He’s Charges reliable sidekick, always happy to help. And he is! He does. He helps. That’s not the problem.

There isn’t- there isn’t really. A problem. Not really.

It hurts. It maybe makes him want to go missing. But it’s not actually a problem. It’s not a problem that she never seems to take any interest in him. It’s not a problem that she only seems to think about Highlighter- because that’s why he was adopted. And maybe they are family, but they’re a team first. The safety of San Sobelle is always first.

It doesn’t really bother him. Thats what he tells himself, even though it feels like agony. It just grates on him. A little.

***

Him buying the toaster isn’t honestly a huge step.

It’s not even part of an active plan. When he does it, he’s not- he’s been thinking about it. Too much. He’s been thinking about it and he does figure- yes. He probably will die… early. Yes, he has a preferred method. Yes, he’s only been stopped by the fact that he doesn’t have a toaster before.

But. Buying the toaster? The main thought is Yeah, I should probably get that sooner or later. It’s not I am going to kill myself. It’s not When I get home I am going to drop this into a bath. It’s just. Mundane. He should have it around. So it’s easier when he does decide to go through with it.

Maggie is chattering about something or other when he grabs it off the shelf- she’s staying over with no warning again, and everyone just expects him to go along with- nevermind. He’s out of food and Maggie is hungry so they’re getting groceries.

“What do you need a toaster for?” She asks, leaning on him.

He shrugs. “Seems nice to have. Besides, I want to be able to make you some non-burnt toast when you crash.”

The lie rolls off his tongue as easy as molasses, and they go about the rest of the trip with no hiccups.

***

Bella Burns is Cory’s best friend, since before Harper was even around,. Her and her daughter Britta are the only people who come over to the house halfway often. 

Bella happens to also be Brace, the superhero from the next town over who can turn invisible- but that’s not really how he thinks of her. She’s just… nice. She pays attention to him and actually seems interested in talking about the things he likes. Hugs him a lot. 

She’s almost the polar opposite of Charge, in some ways- Cory is never affectionate. Which- honestly, makes him feel like she only cares about Highlighter, but. He knows it’s probably not true, she’s just like that. Even if he feels something clawing in his chest whenever she brushes him off.

…It all works out anyway, because he can go to Bella when he’s lonely or missing his parents or anything else. It doesn't matter.

***

He’s never told Cory what happened with Bella. She knows anyway.

He doesn’t think he ever will tell her. Because on the rare occasion that they argue, it’s always about that, even if neither of them say it. He’s seen the disgust in her eyes over the years as his costume started showing more skin. She’s made it crystal clear what she thinks about his dates. She scowls every time he winks at newscrews.

It’s not uncommon for supers to get in personal feuds and for those feuds to affect whole cities. Heck, the whole sidekick system is essentially just a whole lot of ‘sure, I can take in a kid’ and not much else. So when he spent a year living with her best friend who she never talked to again after that? It was notable, but not suspicious. 

Cory is a detective, though. She could fill in the gaps. He guesses the signs must have been easy to notice when they were living in the same house, after.

And she does put at least some of the blame on Bella, maybe even a little on herself- they don’t speak anymore unless it’s for business. No one visits the house. Maybe that’s out of fear he might do this again, but it’s misplaced. Cory is family. He might lose her for good if he pulls away again and he can’t lose that, who even is he without Highlighter?

But. He stayed a year. Because if it wasn’t for the elephant in the room, he might not have gone back, not when Bella was so affectionate and seemed to understand him and Cory never was like that. Even now- she’s never been physically affectionate, but she has never once hugged him since he came back. And maybe she means it as a kindness, sometimes he does hate to be touched. But it mostly makes him feel more rotten than he already is, something disgusting. His own mother doesn’t want to hug him.

He stayed for a year. And he doesn’t think she’ll ever forgive him for that.

***

His heart is pounding in his chest as he steps off the bus. His head is buzzing with anger and guilt and yet he keeps walking, instead of doing the obvious thing he should be doing, which is turning around. Cory won’t miss him.

He knows the way to the Burns’ house at this point, he’s been over plenty of times. They live on the edge of town, which can’t be convenient for what they’re doing but had always felt more peaceful than his own house. It’s a foresty neighborhood, the whole thing with gentle sunlight speckling through the leaves. Not that he can see it right now- it’s just past ten. 

As he walks up to the front door of the house, his heart pounds in his chest.

Bella answers the door, not even looking surprised. Britta is visible behind her, sitting at the table, and she sighs very loudly when she sees him.

“I, uh.” He starts, nervous. “I might have run away.”

***

His phone buzzes in his pocket as he gives an easy laugh. The woman in front of him places a hand on his forearm, and he feels something cold twist in his gut, at the same time that he feels the urge to lean in.

He checks the screen with a murmur of ‘one minute,’

Message from Cory🩵💙: Need u. Corner of Bernwall St. and Versace Ave. Now.

He pauses. 

Sighs. Gives an apologetic smile to the woman. This could range to anything from a supervillain to a tame burglary that she and Magma could absolutely handle on their own, but he can’t take that chance. Charge needs Highlighter.

***

Bella sighed contentedly, lying back on the flat, warm rocks they were laying on that overlooked the lake. Harper moved closer to the edge, peering curiously.

She’d taken him here a few times before, just the two of them- he guessed this was the benefit of living relatively out of the way: the woods outside of town were beautiful. There were fireflies flitting around the air and the summer sky was painted in dull shades of pink and orange.

The water itself, honestly, looked disgusting if you actually looked closely. It was filled with algae, cloudy and probably had all sorts of trash in it- people sometimes went fishing here during the daytime.

“Do you wanna go for a swim?” She asked, sitting up and placing a hand on his thigh.

He glanced at her.

“It looks gross.”

She shrugged. “It’s fine, I promise. Besides, I’ve seen the things you do in fights. You’re old enough to handle a little water.”

“Yeah, I just, I. uh. I don’t know how to swim.” He muttered, even as he glowed at the praise.

She scooted closer to the edge, pulling him with her by his hands. He followed, not dipping his feet in the water like she does.

“It’s not hard. I’ll teach you.” She smiled. “Come on, it’s hot out.”

***

Cory sits in her armchair, Harper on the closest end of the couch to her. The two of them sit in tense silence, tight enough to string a harp with.

Cory takes a breath as if she’s preparing to say something and he tenses for a shout. She closes her mouth.

He doesn’t even remember what they started arguing about. Something stupid, probably, something that wouldn’t matter in a week.

“Whatever…” she trails off. “Uhm. Whatever happened.” Rolls her wrist vaguely. It looks like it’s physically painful for her to say.“It wasn’t… your fault.”

Silence.

He wants that to mean something. He just shrugs.

the thing about the Harper piece is that it’s trying to deal with 4 different things, all of which need their own piece. You can’t cram 4000 words into half that many and expect it to come out cohesive.

[rainybyday]

Wayne Spirit Add-Ons

Add ons that don’t connected to each other but they probably could of the Wayne Spirit and/or Comic Cross Dimension au idea (pick your favorite) by me

+Danny knows exactly where Damian is because all he needs to do is follow the energy radiating off a Lazarus pit and BOOM, there’s a baby Damian

+Danny won’t kill Joker because sometimes there are worse things then death

+Danny knows where Cass is every single time and she can’t sneak up to him

+Once he knows Duke can see him he started to play hide and sneak to see how many times he can avoid Duke finding him

+Stephanie won’t die, not even for a minute because there is no way Danny was letting any one of his Bats die in Gotham

+Danny will cling on to any Bat who is sad on their backs and won’t go away until they get the care they need or feel better (since they all know that cold spot is their Ghost hugging them and watching them when they are at their worse and is comforting them)

+Danny is always there when anyone gets sick by their bed side

+Kate just accepted the fact Danny existed, no more need to be said when your a vigilante who kicks drama theater kids ever night in a bat suit, a ghost isn’t that far out their

+Danny did meet the spirit of Gotham, had a fight, Gotham sulking that they lost, Danny swearing that he will take care of the Wayne’s and made a pact for them to co-parent the family 

+Alfred is god and Danny respects him and admires him a lot, so when Alfred always verbally gives him gratitude when he cares for the family Danny will get flustered so bad (even if Alfred can’t see him (yet))

+Danny loves all the Bats but Bruce is his favorite, his boy, his baby that he found, his child who he comfort, his teenage he protected, his silly adult he sighed about, his hero who he became so ultimately proud of 

+The same time that Danny was protecting the Wayne’s he was also going to the Drake’s residence to play with a cute cubby baby Tim

+Danny died (again) of laughter when he saw the scene of Jason stealing the tires off the Batmobile

+Danny is always there when the kids are training to become a Robin because training injuries traumatized him when Dick almost fell down a tightrope once

+He didn’t stop the Joker from shooting Barbara in time but he did get to him before he could touch any of the Gordon’s

+Danny is a hugger and a clinger, if you are touched by the Danny, every Bat has the unspoken rule of stopping whatever your doing to rest (they all learned from Bruce who made the mistake of going out as Batman when Danny was clinging on him)

+Danny thinks Damian is hilarious and adorable when he first meet him after spending a good amount of his childhood slightly disliking that Robin

+No villains will, nor will ever can kidnap a Bird to train them without their consent because Danny will be there to show exactly what happened when you touch those that he claims as him (he knows some training sessions are unavoidable but that doesn’t stop him from freezing anyone of those villain mentors from hurting or making any of his Bird’s from doubting themselves of any kind)

+Everyone in the manor always obey Danny, even Alfred (which is very few times since Danny and Alfred always agree with one another to protect the idiots they fondly call their family)

+Loves when Damian is finally at the manor because of all the pets 

+Danny finds listening to Jason reading soothing as it reminds him of Jazz

+Danny always gets Tim to get some rest, always

+Takes care of Steph when she is Robin because clearly someone wasn’t going to be kind to her in anytime soon

+Danny always claps when Dick does his small flairs during fights or during patrol

[thestuffedalligator]

“Miss Brenner, I understand that burning down the Gävle Goat is a popular meme on the internet, but actually burning it down is a serious crime,” said the consular official.

Brianna nodded. “I know-”

“It carries a maximum of a three-month prison sentence,” said the consular official. “Your status as a visiting Canadian would not protect you.”

“I know, but-”

“The Swedish police found a longbow and kerosene in your possession, and the fact that they’re willing to drop the charges is - frankly - a miracle.”

Brianna was bouncing her leg underneath the table, sending little anxious tremors through the metal.

“All the police chief wants is the secure knowledge that you won’t attempt it again as soon as you’re let out of this room,” said the consular official.

The leg stopped. The table stilled.

“Is the goat still standing?” Brianna asked.

It wasn’t an encouraging answer.

The consular official - whose name was Allan Allman - drummed his fingers on the table. Brianna Brenner did not look like an arsonist. He didn’t know what an arsonist looked like, but whatever the image he could conjure was, Brianna Brenner did not look like it. She looked like she was going to throw up.

He made up his mind. “Brianna,” he said. “You chose to invoke your right to contact the Canadian embassy. Any information you give me will remain confidential under the provisions of the Privacy Act.” He gestured to the four walls with his pen. “It never has to leave this room.”

There was a window on one wall, showing a shiny, dawning New Years Day through steel mesh. Brianna stared out of it gloomily.

“If someone is coercing you, or otherwise compelling you to do this…” Allan shrugged. “I don’t know, but if that’s the case, you should let the police know about this.”

For the first time since he had walked into the room, Brianna Brenner looked at Allan in the eyes.

“They wouldn’t be able to help,” she said.

That definitely wasn’t an encouraging answer.

She seemed to make up her own mind and sat up. “Okay,” she said. “Okay - Christ how do I even start this - okay. So. My grandfather was Bjørner Brenner. He burned down the goat in 2005.”

Allan blinked. “Okay?”

“And in 2004,” she said. “And 2000, 1998, 1995, 1991, and - and probably more times than that. And you know, when you’re a kid, you don’t really ask questions, and you figure that’s just what Grandpa does, he goes to Sweden once a year and burns down a goat.”

Her leg was bouncing under the table again. Little ripples trembled through a cup of coffee.

“And then - and then when I was like, ten? He sat me down and told me that Thor had chosen him as the descendant of Thialfi to hunt down the Yule Goat, however it appeared.”

She made a high, hysterical noise at Allan’s expression, less of a laugh and more of a bubble of familial horror rising to the surface. “Oh, I know! It’s crazy, I always thought it was crazy. But then, you know, it just became part of what Grandpa does. He goes to Sweden and talks to Thor.”

“Is your grandfather the person forcing you to burn down the goat?”

“No,” she said. “No, Grandpa died about seven years ago. And then other people burned down the Gävle Goat, and then it became a meme online, and it was kind of sad and kind of weird, but I liked that my Grandpa was part of this weird, weird thing.

“And then last week-”

She stopped bouncing her leg. She stared around the room, looking anywhere but at Allan’s face.

“And the thing is-” She stopped. She tried again. “The goat hadn’t burned down in the last four years, and if it isn’t-”

An anxious tremor shook the floor. Another ripple rolled across the coffee.

Brianna pulled her fingers through her hair. “I sound insane,” she said. “Christ. But then - then He showed me what would happen if the goat wasn’t burned down.”

Another tremor. Another ripple.

“Brianna?” asked Allan.

“Thor killed the Yule Goat every night,” she said. She stared into a private universe of horror. “Killed every night, and resurrected every day. Thialfi broke the cycle, and it became his job to make sure the cycle could continue.”

Another tremor. Muffled by the metal door, someone was shouting in the hall.

“Then it turned to every year. Then every other year. The goat has been left untouched for longer and longer, and now it’s been left untouched for longer than it ever has before.”

Another tremor. More shouting. The sounds of running.

“Thor didn’t kill the Yule Goat to be cruel. He did it so that its power wouldn’t grow too great.”

Now a tremor shook the whole room. The coffee leaped and rolled and fell to the floor with a clatter.

Something huge, bipedal, and bellowing blotted out the sun through the window.

It was made of straw.

“Happy new year,” said Brianna.

[astaroth1357]

How Often They Worry about MC…

For those who don’t know, I have a little dog named Charlie and she is a large portion of my world. There's no need to be alarmed, my dog is fine, but there are days where I hold her and all I can think about is how much I worry about her health down the line… I suppose we often do that for the people we love, particularly the ones who may not last as long as we will. Take that as inspiration if you'd like.

Lucifer 

Near constantly. 

If you tracked his blood pressure on a grid, you'd see it start to continuously rise about when he decided they were worth having in his life.

Lucifer is the eldest sibling to a whole crew of brothers so he's no stranger to worry. He worried about his brothers when they were young, he worried about them after the Fall, and he still worries about them now (even if he's less open about it).

But a part of him knows that his brothers can handle their own, at least to varying degrees. The MC, though? He's far less sure…

They've proven rather resilient, but also headstrong and reckless. Neither of which are good things to be in a place this dangerous...

If Lucifer isn't careful, he can catch himself staring at a wall or window just wondering where they are and if they're doing alright… If he called them every time he had a passing worry, their inbox would be full by the end each week.

He holds himself back because he doesn't have the time to constantly protect them, but that doesn't stop him from sending a text once or twice a day. They better respond or he'll start (secretly) panicking.

Mammon

He forgets their mortality from time to time, but every time he remembers it hits like a ton of bricks…

Mammon is a pretty "in-the-moment" person. He doesn't spend a lot of time dwelling on the future, but whenever he does the thought of losing MC always comes back to him again and again.

Like. It's gotta happen eventually, right? They're human, humans die, hell they don't even live that long to start with!

The MC can always tell when Mammon's getting worried because he'll get uncharacteristically quiet and pace around or hover by them…

Every little injury or strenuous task will suddenly seem like too much to him as well. 

If they need to carry some boxes, he'll carry them all.

If they have to jog to class, he's carrying them. 

If they so much as get a papercut, he'll have a heart attack.

It's not very hard to get Mammon out of these funks - he really does want them to reassure him that they're okay - but he's never going to get fully over it…

Not until he can steal whatever top secret immortality formula Solomon must have used anyway… He'll get it off that bastard eventually.

Leviathan

Thinks about it so often he has to actively try not to just to get any peace…

He dodges his fears for MC like a protagonist dodges lasting consequences. Every time he feels one creeping up, he's always got a distraction waiting…

"Hey where's MC at? I hope they didn't fall into the riv-OH HEY CHECK OUT THIS NEW GAME!!"

"What are they doing over there…? That looks hard, what if they bre-WAIT DIDN'T MY FAVORITE VOICE ACTOR JUST RELEASE A NEW PODCAST???"

"What if the MC dies tomorrow and they leave me all alo-DEVIL FIGHT 200! YOU CAN'T BEAT DEVIL FIGHT 200, LET’S BREAK MY HIGH SCORE!!"

Cut him some slack, his psyche cannot handle the idea of losing them on top of everything else he grapples with every day.

If, on the rare occasion, he does let himself fall down that rabbit hole he becomes extra clingy and practically begs MC not to leave his room… like ever. He'd bubble wrap them if he could.

Anytime they get really hurt or really sick he refuses to leave their side even if it means he has to awkwardly sit on the floor. He just needs to be able to glance at them every so often to be sure they're alive… Still breathing?? Phew…

Satan

He worries, preps, rationalizes, then worries again…

For Satan, knowledge is power and every scrap of information he can learn about MC is more power he can use to keep them safe and healthy.

Yes, he will want their medical history. Yes, he's going to need a list of prescriptions. Family members too. And no, you do not get a choice.

He'll read up on as many things as he can - pawn medical journals off of witches and get magical alternatives from Solomon.

The cycle usually goes: 

1. He's lying awake at night because he just heard about some terrible bacteria that makes human's skin peel off or something.

2. He does all the research he can on this bacteria, its treatment options, best prevention methods, etc.

3. Gets right about to break out the rubber booties for MC to wear around, then realizes they have a very slim chance of catching said bacteria since it's only native to incredibly remote parts of Indonesia.

4. Feels instant relief that MC will probably not catch flesh-eating bacteria and can finally sleep again…

5. Hears of some other human medical horror from Solomon and starts to worry…

It's a vicious cycle indeed… But at least he's getting a lot of medical training. Soon enough he'll be the Devildom's version of a human vet (which I guess is just a doctor, come to think of it. 🤔)

Asmodeus 

Lives so "here-and-now" that he doesn't remember often, but when he does it's always heartbreaking…

Asmo usually tries to worry about things as little as possible. It’s bad for the skin, you know? But when the MC is involved, all of that goes out the window.

Like how a delicate blossom eventually wilts in the snow, the MC is bound to leave them in time… Usually there's supposed to be something beautiful in that kind of tragedy, but perhaps he's just too close to them to find any romance in it.

The thought of their death gives him breakouts and anytime they get hurt or sick he's the first brother to offer them comfort. Every time.

Because he doesn't feel like he's as physically strong as he brothers, he tries to make up for it by minding their health in other ways. Anything to keep his MC strong and beautiful as always!

If Asmo is in a worrying mood, then he may also compensate by trying to take the MC out to a party or some fun event. Why sit around worrying by himself when he could be making memories with them now, right?

Beelzebub

It comes in waves, mostly at night.

When your thoughts throughout the day are mostly, "I wish I wasn't so hungry," it doesn't afford you a lot of time to think about much else.

In a way, it's a good thing since he experiences a lot less stress. But those worries are still there and they mostly plague his dreams…

Beel doesn’t feel hungry when he's sleeping, so a lot of his fears will make themselves known overnight. An injured or dying MC is often in his rotation of nightmares though, of course, he'd rather it not be…

After having one of these dreams, his first instinct is to always make sure the MC is okay. If they're with him, he'll hug them and check their heartbeat. If they're somewhere else, he'll go to them or shoot a text.

He has woken up without realizing his nightmare was all a dream though, and usually it's up to Belphie or MC themselves to console him while he cries… It's so heartbreaking, sweet boy just puts a lot of pressure on himself to be sure they're safe…

When he worries, it's like they're the most beautiful and expensive China set in a room full of bulls and hammers. If he could tape them to his side, he probably would. He gets scared for them that much…

Belphegor 

More scared about it than anyone else in the House.

Despite his calm demeanor, Belphie is truly afraid of losing his loved ones beneath the surface… He's already lost one of his most dear siblings before, going through that again may just break him.

Unfortunately, he's also felt just how fragile the MC is firsthand... He's not even the strongest of his brothers, yet he was able to snuff them out so easily… Who's to say someone else won't try?

Like Beel, MC's death is a recurring nightmare for him but he can usually shake off his dreams fairly well, if not change them mid-sleep. More scary is when something is actually wrong with them or they're not feeling well.

Belphie always sets his inner laziness aside for the MC when he can. If they get sick, he'll usually be right along with his family to take care of them - even if he has to skip school to do so (not that he cares about class anyway).

When he's worrying about them, he tries to play it off at first, but soon enough they'll notice him acting overly concerned and losing sleep… Best to calm him down before he starts getting cranky.

[uwusenpaiuwu]

Sleepovers At The Baji Household feat. A Fed-Up Chifuyu

Summary: Chifuyu just wants to sleep, man, but Baji wants to be a jealous crackhead at 2 AM.

Pairing: Sano Manjiro | Mikey x Male Reader

Note(s): I had a little free time and wrote this. So, please enjoy! ALSO, to the anon that sent me a request a few days ago, I saw it and have it filed on my to-do list!!! I will definitely get to it as soon as I get a break in my schedule :)

"Chifuyu, ya wanna see some real discrimination?"

No. No, Chifuyu does not want to see what Baji means by 'real discrimination.'

Does he tell him that, though?

Yes, actually, because it's 2 in the fucking morning and, as much as he respects the other boy, he wouldn't put it past himself to smother him with a pillow after having his dream of cuddling with a sea of puppies suddenly destroyed.

Unfortunately for his sanity, Baji either doesn't hear him or, more likely than not, doesn't give a fuck, because he's already flopping onto his belly and whipping out his phone to do God knows what.

The dial tone that sounds from the speaker a few seconds later makes Chifuyu cringe, especially since it's only ever been a calm silence fit for a good night's sleep prior to Baji bulldozing through it with his absurd question. (At the very least, he's thankful that the latter has half a mind to keep the brightness on the lowest setting, otherwise, Chifuyu would have had to fight.)

On the far end of the row of carefully-laid futons, you shift in your sleep, eyebrows furrowing together at the noise. Rotating onto your side, you unconsciously reach for Baji, and just when he thinks you're being cute and trying to cuddle him, you smack him in the head.

Baji doesn't flinch, instead, takes his pillow and shoves it in your grasp to keep your unconscious self occupied, so that he can focus on getting through to the person who reuses to pick up (understandably so).

Releasing a frustrated groan after being redirected to voice mail for the fifth time, he dials the number again, muttering an impatient, "Pick up already."

Chifuyu feels sorry for the poor soul on the other end. He would've blocked someone following the first call, because again, it's-

The blond has to squint his eyes up at the digital clock on Baji's nightstand, which confirms that it's already 2:22 A.M, further solidifying the fact that he shouldn't be awake right now. And this also applies to the ever persistent first division captain, who insists on bothering who Chifuyu soon discovers is Mikey from the contact ID that flashes across the screen.

Why Baji is so keen on bothering him is a question he doesn't have the mental capacity to ponder over. The most energy he'll expend is to listen in when the call miraculously connects.

"What...?" comes a muffled voice from the receiver, tone laced in an irked grogginess birthed from a slumber rudely interrupted.

There's an absurdly loud, almost angry, roar of Mikey's name, one that has Chifuyu curling in on himself in a futile attempt to escape a sound that should be illegal at this hour.

But you know what else should be illegal?

The fucking whiplash Chifuyu gets when Baji's deep voice takes an abrupt 180°, switching from its normal gruffness to a squeaky, ear-piercing shrill as he screams, "I love you, love you, love you! Do you love me, too, Mikey-kyun~♡?!"

The room is dead silent.

Not a word. Not a murmur. Not a breath.

Just pure, unadulterated silence as both Chifuyu and Mikey process the words that hang in the air, permeating it with a goosebumps-inducing eeriness from having heard such a...a girly, overtly cutesy screech from Baji.

Then-

"What the fuck? He hung on me!"

Chifuyu opens his mouth, thinks better of reacting to the cursed scene he had the misfortune of bearing witness to, and promptly closes it.

Other people may have sleep paralysis demons.

But Chifuyu?

Chifuyu has Baji.

With both hands partially raised in prayer, he begs for the shenanigans to be over and done with.

They are not.

While his eyes remain closed in a last ditch effort to convince himself that it's all a bad dream, he hears a lot of grumbling happening on your side of the room, courtesy of Baji, who's scrambling around in search of...something. One quick peek reveals him fiddling with a phone - yours, to be exact, as evidenced by the distinctive phone charm of your favorite anime character hanging from it.

"(Y/n), wake up for a second," he hears him whisper. It takes a bit of prompting, until he's able to successfully rouse you enough from sleep to elicit any kind of response, which is, essentially, nothing short of an incoherent, slurred mess. Although, Chifuyu is pretty damn certain he heard you call Baji a 'dickhead' for the trouble.

Unperturbed, he continues shaking your limp form, coaxing you into wakefulness with, "Repeat what I tell you, and I'll let you go back to asleep. Deal?"

You squint your eyes at him, only able to make out a vague outline of his visage in the lightless room. "Promise?"

"Cross my heart, hope to die," he automatically responds with the same phrase he's become accustomed to saying whenever you two made a promise, something done purely out of habit, formed when the two of you were just kids and he wanted to get you to do something absolutely ridiculous either for him or with him. And just 'cause he knows you're more susceptible to complying if he does it, he also interlocks his pinky with yours.

"...Fine."

The approval is his cue to proceed, and it's as he's putting the phone on speaker that he turns back to a regretfully wide awake Chifuyu, mouthing a wordless, 'Watch.'

The phone rings, loud and clear, precisely once and only once.

"(Y/n), what's wrong?" It's important to note that even though Mikey still sounds tired as hell, his tone is much lighter, much happier really, than when it was Baji, which is an offense in itself to the said teen that's off to the side, attentively listening to the conversation unfold.

Then, it strikes Chifuyu, what Baji is trying to do, and fuck does it give him an instant headache.

Meanwhile, your mouth morphs into the dopiest of smiles with the pleasant surprise of hearing your boyfriend's voice, chest instantly overtaken by a warm fuzziness that never fails to make an appearance whenever he's involved. Sappy, you know, but it's true!

A light but firm nudge to your shoulder reminds you of your mission. It's too bad that, teetering along the edge of sleep as you are, the words Baji whispers are barely repeated correctly.

The initial phrase from before, the one Baji greeted Mikey with, is shortened to a simple, "You wuv I...?"

But, without missing a beat, you receive Mikey's confident reply of, "Mhm... I wuv you a lot."

There's a sleepy giggle then - a fucking giggle - before your voices drop to sweet whispers that the third and fourth wheels can't fully comprehend from where they are.

"Where the fuck was my 'I wuv you,' huh?!" Baji whisper-shouts, considerate of your conversation even when ranting and raving. "Shit, I would've taken a simple 'I love you,' too! I've known that bastard way longer than (Y/n), and this is what I get?!"

Okay. Toman's president answers his boyfriend's late night calls faster than he does anyone else's and openly expresses his love for him. So what? Chifuyu wouldn't exactly call it 'discrimination,' per se. 'Favoritism,' maybe if you wanna stretch it, but using as strong a word as discrimination, especially taking into account you two are dating; it's normal? Nah.

"You wanna say 'bye' to them? Mm. Baji and Chifuyu." A pause. "Fuyu, Mikey says 'bye.'"

"Bye, Mikey-kun."

The other person in the room waits, and waits, and waits, and when it's clear that there is no intention to address his presence whatsoever, Baji turns to Chifuyu with an almost scandalized expression, making wild gesticulations with his hands, clearly distressed. "See?!"

Blank blue eyes stare back at him, unblinking. Honestly, it's a common occurrence - Baji spiraling in a nonsensical rage - so it's easy for Chifuyu to block out the muted, jealousy-driven temper tantrum as he takes his pillow in both hands, raises it as high as he can, and-

Sigh.

-lets it flop right back onto his face.

He can't suffocate Baji. Shouldn't. Wouldn't. Couldn't. After all, they're best buds, meaning he has an obligation to put up with shit like this once in a while. (Plus, he'd probably get his ass kicked before he succeeds anyway. Totally not worth the beating.)

"Did you hear? Mikey said he wuvs me," he hears you drawl dreamily as soon as you hang up, sounding very close to clocking back out for the night.

"Yeah, yeah. Cute shit. Happy for ya, dude," Baji huffs. Thankfully, he sounds like he's in a similar state to yours, if the yawn that follows his sarcastic comment is anything to go by.

"...He soooo ignored you."

That warrants a punishing punch to the arm, dulled only slightly by the combination of the thick quilt you're swaddled in and the raven-haired boy's fatigue.

"I'll fucking throw you out right now, (Y/n). Don't test me."

"You won't."

"I will."

"Won't."

"Will."

The conversation gradually dies down shortly after, the exhaustion that took its sweet time getting to both of you having reached its peak with the help of the childish bickering. It takes 10 minutes, maybe 15, before two sets of light snores fill the room.

Finally.

Let it be known that there is a lesson to be learned from tonight's events. Really, there is. Y'know, something along the lines of 'Don't agree to a sleepover with Baji, if you plan on actually sleeping,' or whatever.

Alas, Chifuyu's consciousness fades before he realizes what it is.

~~~

"Mikey, be honest. Who do you love more? Me or-?"

"(Y/n)."

"But-"

(Y/n)."

"I-"

"(Y/n)."

Baji is only momentarily discouraged, sharp eyes glaring at the blond that lays his head on your lap after hi-fiving you. He didn't want to do this, but he's left with no choice.

"(Y/n) or Babu?"

From the way Mikey stiffens up, refusing to look at either him or you in the eyes, Baji knows he has him right where he wants him, has him torn between a cute face or a sweet ride.

"Oi! Don't pretend to be asleep! Answer the damn question! OI!"

(After hours of serious contemplation - even though you told him it doesn't particularly matter - it's revealed that, of course, Mikey loves you more. Babu just happens to trail behind as a very close second.)

[liptonsbabe]

My dear [S.U]

Sam Uley x Fem! reader!

Summary: “Did you have a hard day? You can complain to me. Did something make you almost cry? It’s alright, look at me. Starting from now, think of three really good things: the warm air, the dazzling weather, and me outside your window.  I told you, you can see brightness only when it gets dark”

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, death, heart dissease and such. English not my mother language so pls let me know if something’s wrong

gif’s not mine

"Sorry to bother you, Chief," you said following the man's moves through your house. Charlie Swan was carrying a reclining chair with ease leaving it in the middle of the living room while you stood at the bottom of the stairs with your little four year old daughter in your arms. Cassie was exhausted. It had been a long plane ride and a bit more road travel, which knocked your little girl out as soon as you set foot in your new home in Forks. It was a long time since you had seen that place but of course you remembered Charlie Swan as kind as he had always been. Even when you were just starting to think about moving back to Forks he was the first to help you get a safe home for you and your daughter. You remembered looking up for Charlie's old phone number hoping it was still the same and when you dialed and heard the man's voice behind the phone you sighed in relief. At last life seemed to be smiling on you after a long time and Charlie was quick to offer to help you if you decided to return to town.

He told you about a house for sale next to his. The owner was elderly and preferred to live with one of her children and earn income from the house near the forest that could be bought by curious tourists so Charlie convinced her to sell you the house and at a lower price than she was originally asking because the house needed some repairs that he could do. So you thought no more about it and packed your things to return to Forks after the horrible years you had lived in Brownsville.

Charlie picked you up at the airport in his police cruiser and avoided turning on the siren cause Cassie was already half asleep in your arms when you got off the plane and he didn't want to disturb her, but Cassie had the strength to stay awake long enough to make him promise that next time he would turn on the siren as they drove around town.

The truth was that Charlie Swan was an angel. He arranged everything so you would have a quick return and even now he was bothering to get all your stuff out of the moving truck so you wouldn't have the worry of doing it later.

"Nonsense, I'm happy to do it. Besides, it's my day off."

"And that's why you shouldn't be doing all this. I know vacations for police officers are non-recurring."

"I'm the chief, I have certain privileges."

"Still."

"Well, I wasn't going to let you do this on your own" he replied, carrying the boxes with your and Cassie's clothes. He set them down on the kitchen island and leaned back against them to rest. You walked over and settling Cassie better in your arms you sat down in one of the chairs Charlie had given you "Billy and Jacob will be here in a little while to get all this settled so you can have your first night here without any problems."

"I still think it's too much. Stop spoiling me like this, Charlie, you even gave me part of your dining room!"

"Ah, it was nothing. Bella and I recently bought a new one and we didn't want to take it to the dump cause it still has some use. The table is made out of good wood and the chairs are freshly upholstered. Look at it, it suits perfectly!"

"That's not the point" you said, glancing sideways at the newly arranged dining room near the kitchen "The point is that you're doing a lot for me and it's not fair."

"Your father would have done the same for Bella if it had been about me" he replied reaching for a bottle of water from the installed cooler. A sudden tension appeared in the room as you both remembered what your father's life was like in Forks "Jackson was my best friend for a long time and when he died...I promised him that I would seek you out and support you as if you were my own and that is precisely what I am doing."

"You wouldn't have if I hadn't left and hadn't abandoned him. He died because of me"

"That's not true."

"He was left alone when I left. He died of grief"

"He died from the heart valve disease he had. Your father suffered it from a young age and even so, you had a right to look for your mother"

"I wish I hadn't" you murmured, cooing to Cassie who was beginning to get annoyed by the noise of your voices "I abandoned my father and didn't find anything worthwhile"

"Well, that doesn't matter anymore, stop tormenting yourself and thinking you killed your father. I was with him. He loved you and he died peacefully, remember him as the good man he was, child."

You sighed. Cassie went back to sleep peacefully

"You're right. I'm sorry."

"Don't worry, sweetheart. I know it's not the same, but you have me now and I'd rather die than let you leave again, do you hear me?"

"Easy, I have no intention of doing that" you half smiled "I'm running away from the tracks I left in Brownsville, I have no desire to go back under any circumstances. What I'm worried about is that the tracks won't rub off and show the way to the one I'm hiding from"

Charlie clicked his tongue.

"That should be the least of your problems. I have a gun and I know how to use it. He'll have to deal with that first before he gets to you."

"Thanks, Charlie."

"Although, if Chief Swan is as good at shooting as he is at fishing then you'll have to learn how to handle a gun yourself, honey" a voice appeared from the doorway followed by a young man's laughter.  You looked up meeting the unmistakable face of Billy Black next to his son Jacob. Billy entered your house being pushed by Jacob leaving him next to Charlie as he rolled his eyes "Be a little more modest, buddy."

"There's nothing wrong with bragging once in a while."

"Yeah, but you do it all the time."

"Shut up."

"Make me"

Charlie got up from his spot lunging towards Billy who ina swift movement spun the wheels of his chair avoiding Charlie's attack thus beginning a chase through the house dodging the obstacles of boxes on the floor. Jacob laughed taking Charlie's place in front of you.

"I thought we were coming to help with the move, not to watch them play like preschoolers?"

"Me too. I think Cassie will get along with them."

"Your little girl will beat them up right away"

"Probably."

You giggled quietly avoiding waking Cassie as Charlie and Billy finished their game to go back to the truck and get the last boxes, then you could finally get everything settled at home. Jacob smiled, looking at you

"I'm Jacob. You may not remember me but..."

"Are you kidding? I used to give you the bottle."

"No you didn't."

"Of course i did! My dad used to visit your parents a lot and he used to take me with him. You were a newborn baby and I used to volunteer to help Sarah feed you. You were the worst baby ever. You cried too loudly and squeezed the bottle with your swollen gums. Then you'd throw the milk back and you used to get really messy. Your poop was the smelliest I could remember."

"Don't say that!" he replied, embarrassed "I see you do remember me."

"And Quill and Embry. Tell me, are they still the same old fools?"

"They haven't changed at all."

You laughed.

"Perfect."

"Ok, these are the last boxes" announced Charlie walking into the house carrying with him a small box with Cassie's toys. Billy came in behind with some boxes on his lap "I think now we can get everything organized and finishing in time for you to get some rest."

"I'll clean up the little girl's room" offered Jacob standing up "then I'll fill the closet and set up the bed so you can lay her down, you must be tired from carrying her around for so long. is that okay with you?" he asked you. You nodded

"Yes, thank you Jacob."

"You're welcome. Give me that" The boy took the boxes off his father's legs and picked up Charlie's, all with one arm and with the other he carried the folding base of the bed. You opened your eyes wide 

"Easy, big guy, when did you get so strong?"

"I don't know. It just... showed up" he replied disappearing up the stairs

"It showed up" said Charlie "Ah, I hope shows up something like that to me"

"Don’t hold your breath as that happens" Billy joked.

"I should do something for lunch" you said trying to stand up. You were going to put Cassie down on one of the couches and put some cushions around her, but Charlie won't let you. Billy agreed 

"None of that. We'll order something."

"But..."

"Nothing" interrupted Billy "We'll buy pizza"

"You guys really need to stop doing this" you reproached. Billy picked up his phone

"Ah, sorry, you had to say that earlier, I'm already on the call."

"You guys are unbelievable"

Charlie smiled

"We know. oh I'll get Bella, she hasn't said hello yet" Charlie walked out before you could say anything else and closed the door dismissing the moving truck. Billy smiled complicitly, placed the order, gave the address and left the cell phone on the kitchen bar

"Dinner is served."

"Thank you."

"They had children's menu, so I ordered it for Cassie. I hear their brownies are delicious. Maybe I'll steal it for myself."

"I'll keep it as a secret"

Billy nodded with a smile and as the food arrived you chatted animatedly about what had happened in your absence, he also told you things about your father and all the times they went fishing together before his death. You were enjoying Billy's stories when time began to pass and Charlie didn’t return with Bella as he promised. Jacob was finishing Cassie's room and when the pizza arrived he came downstairs immediately, asking about Charlie's whereabouts.

"He went to get Bella, but he hasn't come back yet."

"That's strange, his house is right next door."

"Maybe something came up for him at the station" Billy shrugged.

You  decided to wait for the Swans to eat, but seeing that they didn't show up Jacob offered to investigate what was going on when suddenly the door opened and a very worried Charlie Swan walked in wiping the sweat from his brow

"Bella’s missing."

"What?"

Jacob suddenly became alert and Billy remained static in his place. You felt a knot in your stomach. While riding in the police cruiser that morning, you had heard something about tourist disappearances and wild creatures killing people in the woods and you feared Bella might be in that kind of danger. You were never close, but you knew her and occasionally went out together to talk or share a movie night. You still hadn't seen her after the years you were away and the least you wanted was for something bad to happen to her.

"Did you talk to any of her friends?"

"She was with them during classes, but they lost track of her on her way here. I'll call the Cullens, maybe..."

"You didn't know?" asked Billy "The Cullens left Forks, Charlie."

"Where did they go?"

"We'll find her" encouraged Jacob "But we have to go out and look for her before dark."

"I'll go with you" you said "I'll take Cassie to her room and..."

"No, no, stay" Charlie asked you "I left a note for Bella at home in case she comes back she’ll know that she has to come here and wait for me. If she does, call me right away, please" you nodded

"I'll call Harry and ask him to join along with the boys" Billy said and wheeled away down the hallway holding the phone to his ear. Charlie and Jacob left and you decided to take Cassie to the room, go down to the kitchen and make some coffee for the Brigadiers and Bella. If she was alone in the woods and the night was catching up with her then she was going to need something hot to get her strength back. 

You hoped with all your heart that she was all right. For her, for Charlie.

.

.

.

Hours passed one after another with no sign of Bella. Your driveway was carpeted with people and police cruisers specially brought by Charlie to search for Bella. The entire town was scoured by officers from the early hours of the night, yet there was no trace of the chief's daughter. You decided to join the search taking the opportunity that Sue Clearwater was playing with Cassie - who was awakened by the ruckus of the patrol cars - asking if it was a good idea to search for her in the woods, but Harry refused.

"It's too dangerous, we don't know what might be among the trees. We can't risk losing any more people."

You were about to object his words when Jacob came up to you putting a hand on your shoulder telling you that he was right and that the forest was something not to be taken lightly. So you gave up, deciding to go back inside and refill the coffee pot when Jacob alerted Charlie that someone had found Bella.

A tall man walked in a straight line toward the Brigadiers where Billy and Harry watched him with restrained relief. He had a stocky frame and Bella unconscious in his arms seemed to weigh no more than a feather. His cropped black hair was messy and his lack of a shirt told you that the icy cold of the city didn't affect him at all

You knew him. His face was very familiar yet strange at the same time. You were back in Forks after a few years, but you knew that no one could change that much in that period of time.

Sam Uley was holding Bella and Charlie took her in his arms as he came out of the stupor and relief of having found his daughter. The Brigadiers sighed in unison and Billy thanked them all. You wanted to do something, to approach Charlie, to ask him if he needed help with Bella, but your eyes were caught in Sam’s. 

They were dark, wild, like the forest behind him. You remembered him perfectly. 

Before you left Forks you two were close friends and came to like each other as something more, but your leaving ended that and what you might have been up to that point.

You tried to look away, but then Sam's huge body began to shake, his knees buckled and he fell to the ground resting his hands on the dirt. Harry Clearwater reacted and approached him asking if he was okay.

"Tired" you heard him whisper causing you to shudder. Harry helped him up, whispered something in his ear and after taking one last look at you he disappeared into the woods. Harry walked back towards you.

"I thought the forest was dangerous"

"For us."

"What do you mean?"

Harry looked at you. Then he looked at his wife with Cassie in her arms standing at the doorway . He smiled.

"You'll find out soon, child"

[seffien]

You have cast the seeds of darkness in my mind, and am now trying to maximize the suffering in your Evil 4 AU. Have some food for thought.

The captain (Jun) is found barely alive by Marie (after nearly freezing to death *wink wink*)

Eight (Miko) and Callie have already left Alterna. Leaving Marie and Craig left to tend to a mute and dying Jun.

Eventually, she falls asleep in Marie's arms.

She'll never wake up.

Craig and Marie bury Jun right next to Four (Masu) and leave Alterna. They both agree to never tell Callie. Marie sees her come and go from their apartment, but they refuse to look at each other. She can sometimes hear her sobbing through the wall.

After packing what she owned from their shared apartment, (the unknowing last tenant) Miko eventually decides to return to Octo Valley. Wanting to return to the domes to help those in need. (to keep herself busy from the pain.) Before leaving she'll visit Masu's grave one last time.

Here, of course, she'll find Jun.

There is no poem, no second headstone. Just a cap and an extra mound.

Miko is overwhelmed with emotions. Particularly, rage. She trembles against the rushing thoughts filling her head, gripping her temples. First Masu, now Jun.

'She's killed someone again' she thinks.

Something inevitably gives.

She reaches out and pulls the charger out from the grave.

She's already made up her mind, all she has to do is find her.

you made me write all this, so don’t blame me if you get sad

---

The captain was strong. That's what she was supposed to be. She got here just by being strong, so she thought she was. Her mind, body, and soul were bound tightly. The world knocked her around since she was young, but she still perservered.

When Naoki died, that all came undone, and so did the team she was tasked to lead. Eight and Callie ended up leaving, Marie's mental health plummeted, and the latest recruit felt as if they were at the center of it all.

From then on, Alterna was a silent place. It wasn't uncommon for her to look around, catch a glimpse of Naoki's grave, and be reminded of everything. The depression she saw from her once-lively platoon, the way their usual behaviors stopped, the quiet atmosphere, and the way the picture-perfect platoon shattered.

And instead of doing anything, she essentially stood by and watched it happen.

Marie and Craig weren't here to convince her otherwise. Her mind was free to conjure up all the horrible words it wanted.

She didn't deserve to be the captain. All she did was sit around and watch the world go by. If she hadn't done that, then she wouldn't have ended up all alone.

Negative thoughts swarmed her mind as cold wind blew through Alterna. She stood and removed her tattered patchwork cloak. For once, she purposefully looked at the grave. Her shoes were left behind as she walked towards it. A grey sweater was tossed on the ground, and the captain finally settled down by Marie's charger.

When the numbness started, she closed her eyes. Happy memories of the NSS, full of smiling and laughter, filled her mind. Naoki was still here, and she'd see her soon.

——

Marie hurried to Captain, hauling the now unconscious squid onto her back. She began climbing the stairs of the large shelter just behind the camp.

"Open the door," she instructed her grandfather with a strained voice. "We have to get her inside, now!"

Though his dehydration took away most of his strength, he still had enough to do as she asked. Marie took her inside and threw her on the bed they had there. She frantically covered her up, then got an extra blanket to put on top. Craig moved by her bedside. Marie moved to the kitchen area.

The fridge’s lights buzzed as she checked to see if any suitable food was in there.

“What do you reckon we do?” asked Craig. “She probably won’t wake up for a while.”

“Oh, don’t say that. Get Callie and Eight over here and we’ll be fine…hopefully.”

Craig was handed her phone, and he used that to call Callie first. He input her phone number and clicked the call button. As the search for food continued, they both waited for her to pick up.

When she finally did, it gave them hope.

“Hey, it’s Callie! Sorry, but I can’t speak to you right now. I’m probably busy or something like that.” She giggled. “Leave a message after the beep. Bye!”

Unfortunately, that hope didn’t last long. Marie hung her head and sighed. Craig tried his best to pat her on the back.

“Let’s not give up so quickly, firefly. We still have Eight, don’t we?”

“I guess, but I don’t think she wants to speak to me. You still have your phone, right?”

He shook his head. “It’s probably somewhere up in the crater.”

“Well—”

“I’m not going to leave you.” He pointed to the Captain. “And I’m not leaving her either. You two seemed to get along before all this, so it wouldn’t hurt to call her.”

Reluctantly, Marie called Eight.

Again, they waited, but they didn’t have to for long.

“Hey, Marie. What is it?”

Though she sounded just as worn out as them, she was on the line, and that was what mattered.

“Eight! I was hoping you’d pick up.” She swallowed, choosing her next words carefully. “Listen, could you come down to Alterna and—”

A dial tone. Marie let go of her phone, letting it fall to the floor.

“Oh, God,” she groaned, shaking her head. She began pacing around the room. “What do we do, what do we do, what do we do…”

In her head, she went through all sorts of plans and scenarios. None of them seemed to work. They could get help if they told…

“Marie,” called Craig.

“Huh?”

“She’s awake.”

——

The captain tried to sit up, but Marie stopped her.

“No-no-no, you’re fine, you’re fine…”

It was clear—at least to Craig—that her lucidity was just about gone. His granddaughter stopped watching the captain’s every move to look at him.

“What should we feed her?”

“She doesn’t want food. She won’t even be awake long enough to eat.”

“…What?”

“She wants to rest, Marie. Let her.”

Her eyes widened. She rapidly shook her head. “You-you can’t mean—”

Captain grabbed her arm, snapping her out of her disbelief.

“M’rie,” she slurred.

“Yes?” She grabbed her face. “Yes, what is it?”

“Thank you,” she murmured, eyes beginning to close. “Thank you so much…”

The Captain fell asleep in Marie’s arms.

“Three?”

She shook her.

Nothing happened.

“Jun?”

Another shake.

“Junko! Junko, wake up, please!” Her breath became uneven as something dawned on her. “Please, please wake up.”

——

The pair stood over another mound right next to Naoki’s. Neither wanted to speak, but Craig still broke the silence.

“What now?”

“We leave. It’s over.”

“Do we tell—”

“No. This cannot get out, ever.”

A pause. Marie dropped the cap on the mound, then got rid of her jacket. She stuck her parasol between the two graves.

“It’s nighttime now,” said Craig. “If we were to leave, nobody would see us.”

“Yes,” agreed Marie. “Nobody would.”

Craig looked at the face of his granddaughter, who kept her eyes on the graves. Eventually, the weight of the situation got to her.

She collapsed to the ground and sobbed.

“I know, kid, I know,” muttered Craig. He watched with tired eyes as she continued to cry for a few minutes. Muffled wails of grief echoed through Alterna. Even when she was done, she didn’t get up.

She wiped at her eyes. “It doesn’t feel real.”

“I know,” he repeated.

“What are we going to do?”

“Just as you said.”

“Can we even move on?”

“Yes, we can. It’ll be hard, but you will get through this.”

“Wh-what about you?”

“Don’t worry about me. I’ll be just fine.”

She nodded with a smile, a real smile. “You’re right, Gramps. You will.”

——

Marie tried her best to live life like normal, but every time she saw Callie, guilt instantly overtook her. Throughout her entire life, she’d never seen her so sad. Her cousin tended to randomly stop and stand at places, arms at her sides. Other times, she’d come and go with no warning, refusing to ever look at her. As much as she wanted to talk to her, she couldn’t bring herself do. Words wouldn’t fix this. Nothing would.

When she went into the bathroom to brush her teeth, she could hear crying. When she woke up, she could hear crying. When she watched TV, she could hear crying. Turning up the volume did drown it out, but she knew it was there. She knew she was crying.

But what could she do?

Biting her tongue, she tried to keep her own tears at bay.

——

Emiko stretched after packing her bags. Just about everything she owned was split between a large backpack and a suitcase. For a while, she was planning on going to Octo Valley. Those still in the domes needed help she was more than happy to give.

Before she went, though, she decided to visit an old friend. When she walked out the door, she looked back one last time. Her imagination placed Masu and Junko on their only bed, their conversation inaudible. The girls looked up and waved with smiles, and as tears pricked her eyes, Emiko waved back.

Her heels clicked against metal stairs as she made her way down to the plaza. She looked around to make sure nobody was watching, then threw herself down the grate to Alterna.

The camp was eerily silent.

“Hello?” she called with nervous laughter. “Anyone here?”

Letting go of her baggage, she ambled forward. The tip of her heel dug into the ground, and she fell into the snow below. Shivering, she stood, only to see just who she had tripped over.

Another mound was in the ground, next to Naoki’s, The cap on it confirmed her worst fears. Her hands shook with fear as she started to cry from grief. From shock, she nearly fainted, and from all sorts of emotions, she broke. She gripped her temples, thoughts intruding.

“Not you, not you, not you,” she whispered.

She seized the charger, immediately turning it on herself. No matter how much she twitched and jolted and jerked, it wouldn’t fire.

When she lowered the weapon, she felt another emotion take over—rage.

That new recruit, she had done this. She killed Masu and got away with it, then killed the captain of the team. Instead of being punished like she deserved to be, the rest of the crew believed her sob story. This time, the aftermath would be different. This time, the new recruit’s actions would really have consequences.

She had everything she needed. She had a simple plan that would be easy to follow. She had a weapon, so all she needed was to find the new recruit—and she would.

Charger in hand, she set out to make things right.