#AAaAAAAaaA- i missed it for yesterday!!

[doodleggoat]

Cringetober day 9: crossover ship/rarepair

[mysteriousssnail]

AAAAAAAAAA I MISSED MADS BIRTHDAY YESTERDAY i`m sorry

belated HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!! XDD

[sloppypears-ash-sg]

TPOT 9 Drawing Collage (SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT!)

(Made this yesterday btw)

WARNING! TPOT 9 SPOILERS IN THE DRAWING AND THE REST OF THE POST! BE SURE TO WATCH THE EPISODE FIRST!

TPOT gets better with every new episode!

Barf Bag being picked up on was fun, but we didn't get much of her. I'm thinking the writers may be trying to get rid of her.

PUFFBALL AND GOLFBALL! NO, THE GIRLFRIENDS! PUFFBALL GOT ELIMINATED AAAAAAAAAA 😭😭😭😭😭

and god DAMN was Pin annoying at the beginning of the episode 🙄

Feels like forced Coinpin tbh (I don't ship it btw)

liked Pin at the end tho

Also, MORE TPOT DEBUTER ROLES, we DEFINITELY need more of them. (oh and Conch Shell was confirmed a boy 😮)

The Gaty and zombie Two scene was fucking scary. The whispers, the chaise, the music, the everything. Definitely reminded me of Omori. (and btw, Bookeymations made a vid of the scene and put the Omori OST "Acrophobia" over it. That was awesome, even better, especially because there were stairs in the scene. iykyk)

Four and X having fun with their powers while Clock just wants to d1e will probably never not be funny to me.

Fanny's mouth still G O N E and beeg boi Snowball - those are also very funny.

The Just Not and TSTOE moments are honorable mentions in funny moments and references.

(I FORGOT TO DRAW BBQ SAUCE, R.I.P. BUDDY 😢)

But damaged Pillow (with a missing eye) my beloved. She gets to be a pirate non-canonically!

AND BOMBY FINALLY PUTTING HIS FOOT DOWN AND STANDING UP TO PILLOW WAS SO GOOD!

... even if it caused Just Not to lose. They just did not know the challenge, mind you (pun intended).

WE FINALLY SAW THE ELIMINATION AREA YO 🙌

I SERIOUSLY hope we get to see everyone else's rooms in the future. I may release a map of what I think the inverted hotel would look like later.

TEARDROP SACRIFICING HERSELF TO FIX EVERYONE WAS PERFECT, AND HER GETTING ELIMINATED WAS SO SAD (no pun intended).

I thought I'd end up giving her a bunch of new relatives (aka crying) /hj

also I ship Eraserdrop now lol 😆

MORE EXIT LORE!

Sadly, possible Matchcil divorce (fanchild by Violetskittle , partially owned by me and my sibling [the very latter isn't tagged because of them no longer shipping Matchcil])

AND THE OTHER ALGEBRALIENS + EQUATION PLAYGROUND ARE CANON! YEEEEEESSSSSS!

AND ONE FINALLY APPEARING IN TPOT OMG

JEMSKDKKWLWODKWKWPDKWKWOSKWMQK

[juststayquiete]

I miss playing cp77 so much it's crazy😭😭😭 yesterday i was taking shots and it's was so enjoyable and i want to explore my new au but fucking job fucking takes fucking everything from me aaaaaaaaaa i hate itttttt

[baekhvuns]

thank you for the recommendation of the angsty songs!!!! how'd i forgot about osts that truly helped for angst 😭😭 and and anddd!!! i have been writing my fics in google docs as well and it's very helpful! since i saw someone said that writing straight on tumblr usually happened to have repeated paragraphs at times so,,,

hegehehegdhrj i think my mingi ff is a little rushing towards the ending since im sucks in writing good ending considering my brain only generating ideas somewhere for the climax lmaoo but i hopeeee i can have audiences enjoying it <3 im not really good with angst although my life is full with angst so i guess i just wanted to be happy once in my own stories (ouch). i dont really consider myself a writer, just a mere reader tbh skshsjkss but i will let you know once i have the courage to drop that fic :D

no but recently, as i said, i only saw porns on my tags, etc and barely seen any mafia with actual plot yk,,, like real legit plot with long ass words written so im a little sad and thought that nobody wants to write mafia anymore or they have lost any new twist for the trope lmaoooo 😭😭😭 being said, i missed your mafia mingi so much i hope its doing well and in a pink of health in your draft <333

anyways new update: i have started writing reincarnation au san and next to write perhaps news reporter yunho (that my brain generated when i was watching morning news yesterday 🫡) or fake dating au seonghwa (that i have been keeping the draft for more than a year now),,, let's see.... ehe :D

p/s: kinda want a new job but at the same i dont want one yet just so i can continue converting all my ideas into writing 🦍

ofc any time!! forgetting you by davichi is the ultimate angst wiring song pls do give it a listen if u have the chance! you’re right, ever since tumblr updated from mid last year(??) it’s been repeating paragraphs and even has a word block limit 😭😭 glad ur writing on something that can save ur works!

AAAAAAAAAA im very excited for ur mingi fic im sure the audiences(me) will love them!!! no bc i also suck at writing endings so i just leave it at a cliffhanger-ish/up to the reader type of ending 😭😭 LMFAOOOOO NOT UR LIFE BEING FULL OF ANGST FBWNBSKCK pls do!! hopefully u get the courage ✊🏻✊🏻

😭😭😭 how did we as a society move from full bloom plot heavy fics to just porno’s 😭😭😭 NO BC FBSJHFS I WAS VISITING MY MINGI MAFIA DRAFT BEFORE I WAS ANSWERING THIS ITS STILL THERE AND SITTING PRETTY IVE COME UP W A BETTER SAME PLOT FOR IT AND I WILL BRING BACK MAFIAS FOR YOU my dedication for that fic will be u <3 if i don’t write the f1 fic first that is 😭😭 or a miraculous lady bug fic <3

WE NEED SMALL DETAILS OF ALL UR PLOTS. WHAT THE FUCK DO U MEAN NEWS REPORTER YUNHO. ????. WHAT THE FUCK DID U SAY ABOUT PARK SEONGHWA AND FAKE DAYING FHKWHDWKJDKW

ANON IDC THIS HOLIDAY I BETTER SEE THAT FAKE DATINF FIC ON THIS APP I DO NOT CARE I WILL HUNT U FOR THAT FIC FHAMFJKSJDLA

[dmertens]

Hey🎅

Ya I'm glad the championship are back early though I would have like some time off to grasp all the things that happened at this world cup but I'm also excited for the upcoming matches

Btw did you watch Man City vs Liverpool....it was really good

Aww which book did you buy?

Btw what is your dream gift for this year's Christmas?

pls I didn't even know that they played yesterday hahahaha aaaaaaaaaa I miss watching football

my life has been like: if I'm not sleeping ... I'm working all day lol

did u watch the game????

[tomatoshapedstars]

OKAY OKAY I WAS LATE TO UPLOAD THE DRAWINGS OF ALOHA ON HIS BIRTHDAY BUT

It’s him!

@aceloha​ I also drew him with Chip because yes.

[favoritejohn]

thinking about how good he looks in a manbun 🥺

[days-till-druck]

[dexpairs-blog]

Can I request MC assuring Luke that it's okay for him to be a child, even if he doesn't want to believe he is one, and that he's super valid and important regardless, even if people are meanies about it sometimes? I'm so soft for that boy and I want him to enjoy his childhood more!!

I can try!! I really have no ideas tho- Sorry this is short- i'm very busy with school rn 😭

I'M SORRY IT'S SO LATE AAAAAAAAAA

Also, If Luke is ooc it's because i see him more open with MC and doesn't really notice that he's acting like the child he is!

Luke always seemed to try to act mature for his age, which is not a bad thing! But shouldn't he be enjoying his childhood while it lasts?

You often catch him looking at toys that seem to catch his eye whenever you, Simeon and him are going shopping but when he realizes you or the older angel are looking at him he would immediately scoff and deny everything.

So the following day you decided to go to that shop and buy the toys he was eyeing yesterday.

When you arrived at purgatory hall Luke was exstatic to see you, he tackled you into a hug and rambled about how he missed you and was glad that you were not followed by those mean demons!!

Then he noticed the colorful bag you were carrying.

"MC? What's inside that bag?"

You simply giggled and told him it's a surprise for him, Luke's eyes lit up in excitement and he immediately grabbed your sleeve jumping up and down like a kid on christmas.

You led him to his room and told him to close his eyes. Once you got his present you told him he could open them.

At first he's very flustered and thinks you're making fun of him, so it would take a lot of reassuring that you're not making fun of him and that you don't see him as a kid.

"MC!! Those are for children!"

"well, i'm not a kid and i'm still playing with them"

After a while he DOES start to play with the toys.

Only when he's sure he's alone or you're the only one around.

you two spent the whole afternoon playing.

Little did you two know that you forgot to close the door properly and Simeon was watching the whole time.

He'll keep that to himself.

[forbidding-souda]

OMG UR GETTING MARRIED

CONGRATS

THANK YOU LOVIE!!!!

I will tell him everyone is wishing us a good marriage. We didn’t talk as much today as we usually do bc I got nervous since now it feels like we got this big secret so talking to him in public makes me nervous esp since we went to a wedding yesterday but like, not together 😭. But we took photos together and sat at a table talking together (which my friend took a photo of, oh my fucking god I was leaned into that bitch so fucking passionately it is so funny I was 0% discreet, body language mama…) and I’m like aaaaAAAAAA.

Anyway I miss him. I won’t see him for a second during the summer so I’m keeping myself sane thinking about him. We getting married and I’m talking about him as if he’s my crush oh my goodness.

[weirdlyfitting]

Okay so yesterday i watched love and thunder and i think it's okay (and yes definitely way better than mom)

Spoilers btw

I think it has a tone problem tho, i like the comedy stuff there should be less jokes in this one

Gorr is amazing as a villain holy shit, the time he appears when he's already corrupted i got chills down my spine! The camera works are *chef kiss

But....

With him being the villain, back to the tone problem i think that's what made this story didn't turn well. Gorr literally wanted to eradicate ALL GODS, that's probably the highest stake in every thor movie ever had.

And gotta admit, i'm thinking a lot to moon knight's story. As in i tried to search for the connections yk but i'll talk abt this later

I feel like there should be some infinity war element kind of tone in here, it's not that in the end the gang's supposed to loose tho but make it as if they're actually going to loose

When gorr almost got to the eternity i feel a bit dissapointed cause yea i knew he'll change his mind/heart or prob not succeeded

Compare this in ragnarok tho, i feel like the stakes with hela was much bigger/higher cause ragnarok pretty much showed a lot of the damages hela has done to the gang from act 1

The screaming goats ruined the scene when the gang just arrived in shadow-realm-planet(???) sorry i forgot the name lmao, anyway i love the goats in other scenes but i hate them in here only, cause seriously it didn't match the gloomy, dark, corrupted tone of the place itself

And i miss loki being in here, i get that the loki that thor knew is gone-actually-gone but i wish there's more of him talking about his bro :(

Aight moving on to stuff that i liked about the movie :

MOON KNIGHT IN THE MARVEL INTRO. I REPEAT MOON KNIGHT IN THE MARVEL INTRO AAAAAAAAAA!!!!!! This is the actual reason i want to watch love and thunder lmao, i'm afraid if this is the first yet last time i'm able to see mk in the big screen of this year so yeah

i love the dynamic between the gang tho, and the shenanigans between thor and guardians aweee!!

the kids getting thor's power just pure awesomeness aaaaaaaa!!!!

Val and jane being such awesome sisters in here hehe, i love their energy 🥺

The battle in shadow-realm-planet. JUST LOOK AT THOSE CINEMATOGRAPHY HOLY SHIT!!!

Gorr. Yea only gorr because he's that cool as villain seriously, no other words can explain how i love his character so much

The "just look at the eyes of people that you loved" line aweee, peter's looking at the other guardians and my heart really melted

Mjolnir and stormbreaker lmaooooo, i feel like strombreaker should meet dr strange's cloak???? The chaos from these two omg

Okay now that's sorta everything now i wanna talk about the moon knight connections

When gorr said he'll kill all the gods OH SHIT I'M WORRIED FOR KHONSHU 😔😭

He's a bad as a god and just a pigeon w angry issue yeah but- BUT goddamn i'm actually worried????? Not to mention with jake now serving him so.....the moon bois are technically not safe either SHIT-

Okay maybe they are safe actually? Cause khonshu's the one that'll die

Anyway anyway

Does this makes the whole ammit & harrow trying to eradicate the bad ones POINTLESS in moon knight? Maybe???

Like imagine gorr arrives on earth while ammit vs khonsu stuff is happening, THEY'RE BIG AND WHAT'S HE GONNA DO HUH???? Then even if he's able to kill ammit (and khonshu) this only makes moon knight's journey more pointless and i hate it! A nobody (on mk's perspective) just popped out and finished what marc, steven and layla were trying to do what the hell- >:(

Luckily gorr haven't kill the enneads yet tho, but still this bothered me

Oh and yk we could've had jake joining the gang to kill this god butcher right? Like come onnn (ignore me i'm desperate for more mk lmao)

And- AND

If gorr ever meets harrow i think they would've had a very interesting convo. Harrow is a fanatic while Gorr is a non-beliver, just imagine how clashed these two would be holy shit!!!

Amd I think there's a line that said "eradicating" and all i could think about was harrow, he too was trying to eradicate something tho

[nerdycolorcupcake]

I've watched the lore vods of today without fully recovering from yesterdays but it's fine, with that being said, imma just do the hightlights for these, the yesterday's ones i might do later, go figure :/

-I'M SO FUCKING HAPPY FOR TUBBO FOR JOINING QUACKITY (TOP 10 ANIME PLOT TWISTS) AND HAVE A JOB IN LAS NEVADAS, I WAS SO TORN BY WHAT HAPPENED WITH HIM YESTERDAY! POP OFF KINGS! IT'S A GOOD DAY TO BE A QUACKITY ENJOYER :D ;

-I'M ALSO SO WORRIED ABOUT BEEDUO ACTUALLY BE APART BC OF TNT DUO PETTY DISPUTE REEEEEE;

-RANBOO WENT AWAY TO CRY AFTER THE COOKIE OUTPOST BEING DEALT WITH BC HE IS FEELING HE IS LOSING TUBBO AAAAAAAAAA;

-ALSO ALSO, IT FELT SO FUCKING CATHARTIC TO WATCH WILBUR BEING PISSED AT TUBBO JOINING QUACKITY, IT WAS LIKE A PUNCH IN HIS EGO;

-QUACKITY MAKING A TUBBO BURGER SIGN FOR TUBBO AND MAKING HIM HAPPY IN THE PROCESS ;w;;

-WILBUR SON OF BITCH SOOT WANT RANBOO TO PLANT TNT ON LAS NEVADAS TO BLOW IT UP IF THINGS GO SOUTH AND AFTER TODAY RANBOO MIGHT ACTUALLY DO IT;

-WHERE TF IS CHARLIE, QUACKITY MISSES HIM?!;

[gremlinanonstoryblog]

From your blog only I'd say you're a fiction writer because the love story you three have is so romantic it's not possible!

Seriously though I'd say roommate is chill until provoked at which point get out the way, miss oh honey is the person who when seeing their fave ship in a show interact in anyway slams their face into a pillow and tries not to scream (but fails), and gremlin is a big gay who panics even now and goes bright red any time miss oh honey or roommate do something romantic.

It looks like a fanfic cause I only tell the interesting parts

I'M DEFENETLY THAT PERSON!!! THAT'S SUPER ACURATE!!!! I DO THAT SO MANY TIMES!!!!

We did catch her yesterday secreming in front of the pc screaming with her head on a pillow

DEKU AND TODOROKI ARE SO CUTE TOGETHER AND AAAAAAAAAA

You are very right bout me too, I am chill until provoked, it's hard to provoke me so it's rare for me to stop being chill

I-... I'm not that useless of a lesbian... I panic... But... Not...

I'm a useless lesbian... You're accurate

[headoverjojo]

hhhhhnnggg how about vet au with jotaro where joot's goldfish he's had since a teen is isnt eating properly/looks pale/sick and he goes to the local vet (reader) romance ensues aaaaaaaaaa tnx hun

Hi there, darling! Ahhhhh what a lovely request :,) Of course sure thing! I hope you’ll like it :3 and the extremely indulgent trivias about Jotaro’s godlfish(es) nvjvnsnvs

Veterinary AU: Jotaro Kujo brings his sick goldfish to vet

(Under the cut for length!)

Jotaro Kujo, renowned marine biologist, felt really uncomfortable sitting on a little chair in the nearest veterinary office, with a small glass bowl in his hands. Inside the bowl, there was one of his precious goldfishes, named Noriaki. Its scales were the same red as Kakyoin’s hair… at least, they usually were. They had been paler for a few days, by now, and it wasn’t eating properly, unlike its friends, Iggy and Avdol. Jotaro had even tried to change its food, but nothing changed. Noriaki looked weaker and weaker, and he was really starting to feel he was going to lose it. Yes, it was a goldfish, but… Noriaki and the others were so important to him. They had been with him for years, since he had come back from Egypt, and losing even just one of them seemed unbearable. He wanted to do everything he could to help them to live as much as they could.

Who knew about his fishes had asked him why he couldn’t treat them himself, and he had to patiently explain that he was a biologist, not a vet. He wanted an expert to take care of his goldfish, if this was possible. And so here he was, in Dr. Y/S’s office, waiting for his turn, fearing to lose his little goldfish. What a nice morning.

“Mr. Kujo? Please, come in.” Jotaro got up, holding the glass bowl, and entered the studio. The doctor looked at him, and then at the little fish that was lazily swimming in the clear water. Jotaro was ready to hear some snarky comment about the “emergency”, but the young veterinary doctor didn't say something like that.

“Oh dear, poor little goldfish… what happened to you, uh? Let’s check it out, ok? I’ll make you feel better, I promise.” they said, almost cooing, taking the bowl from Jotaro’s hand and gently putting it on the table. Jotaro was amazed by their words. They were the first person who hadn’t mocked him for his weird attachment to a goldfish…

“What’s its name?” they asked, while checking the little fish. Jotaro focused again on his surroundings, blinking.

“Noriaki.” he said, low. They nodded, quietly, without tearing their eyes from their little patient.

“That’s a cute name… tell me, has Noriaki tried to brush itself on the walls of the bowl, during the past days?” Jotaro blinked, surprised. Yes, Noriaki had acted exactly like that…

“Yes… he did it for a day, more or less. Then, he stopped to eat almost completely. It’s like that since yesterday.” he explained, while they were nodding, pondering. They looked up at him, with a little frown.

“It’s a bacterial infection. Pretty common in goldfishes, but it’s not something to underestimate. I’ll prescribe some meds, and, at home, you’ll have to give them to Noriaki every morning and evening. You also have to lower the water temperature and to adjust the water PH to 7.5. Oh, of course, if you have other goldfishes, keep them separated from Noriaki, and check them to see if they got the infection too. If you follow these instructions, Noriaki will be fine in a few days, I promise.” they said, smiling, picking a paper and writing down their instructions. Then, they picked a small med tube, handing it to Jotaro.

“The instructions and the med. You seem to care really a lot about Noriaki, so… I know it’ll be in good hands. Oh, and I’d also like to know how it feels, so please, come whenever you want to tell me how it’s going, ok? Have a good day!” Jotaro nodded, mumbling his goodbye, and then exited the doctor’s office, feeling way more relieved than just a few minutes before. Noriaki was going to feel good… and it was all thanks to that doctor.

He had never met someone like them. Even the vets at the aquarium where he worked at weren’t so… zealous and openly caring. It was their job, yes, but sometimes they tried to slack off; this vet, however, didn’t seem the type of person who would have done it. Jotaro already liked them: they surely were a force of nature.

Well… he had one more chance to talk to them, in just a few days. He felt… happy, about it. He was sure it would have been fun. And, maybe, it wouldn’t have been their last talk. - Jotaro followed strictly Y/N’s instructions and, almost miraculously, Noriaki rapidly got healthy again. Its scales went back to a vibrant red, and it started to eat again, as nothing had happened. Every time Jotaro saw Noriaki swimming happily in its quarantine bowl, he couldn’t help but to smile, remembering how sweetly the vet had taken care of it, that day. If Noriaki was now safe and healthy, it was thanks to them.

As promised, he came back to their office to update them on Noriaki’s health. He arrived right when they were ending their daily shift; when they saw him, they smiled, welcoming him.

“Ah, Mr. Kujo! How’s Noriaki? Is it fine?” Jotaro hinted a smile, pleasantly surprised. They remembered him and Noriaki… he was almost sure that, with so many patients and owners, they would have forgotten about him in a day, but it didn’t happen. He felt… happy, about it.

“Noriaki’s fine. It has completely recovered, thanks to your advice and meds.” he answered, calmly. They sighed in relief, as another smile made its way on their face. Jotaro found himself charmed by their smile. It was so bright…

“Oh, thank goodness! I’m very happy to hear it.” Jotaro nodded at their words, resisting the urge to hide his face in his hat, as he always did when he was starting to feel overwhelmed. Usually, however, it was an unpleasant feeling: maybe it was too noisy, or he was feeling uncomfortable due to something else… but this time, he was feeling something good in his chest. It was overwhelming, but it was so warm and comforting…

“Hm… would you like to see it? I keep it in my office, at the aquarium.” he suggested, in an unusual openness. He just…  wanted to share more time with them, and he had the feeling that they would have loved the aquarium. And, with relief, he was right: their eyes shone at their words.

“You work at the aquarium? It’s incredible! Yes, I’d like to see Noriaki, thank you!” they accepted, finally closing their studio and trotting near him. Jotaro smiled a little again, leading the way, trying to calm his nerves down. It was nothing, he was being nice to a talented vet and, maybe… maybe making a friend. A real one, like the ones he had lost.

“You’re welcome… call me Jotaro. Please.” he said, low, opening himself up again. Their smile reassured him, and they nodded, at his request.

“Fine… Jotaro. But you have to call me Y/N, then.” they replied, and Jotaro nodded, hiding another little smile. Y/N… it was a pretty name.

He quietly listened to their chattings, while they were heading to the aquarium, nodding and, sometimes, commenting. He was usually bothered by people who spoke a lot, but this time it was different. Maybe it was because they were talking about animals, or maybe because it was them.

“Here we are. Noriaki’s still in quarantine.” Jotaro said, entering his office and leading them to Noriaki’s bowl. Y/N’s instinct immediately took on them, and they quickly checked the little fish, carefully.

“What a beautiful red… you’re so handsome, do you know it, Noriaki? A handsome little goldfish.” they whispered at the fish, as Jotaro was turning a little his head, to hide another smile. It was cute when they behaved like that…

“And these are my other goldfishes. The Fantail’s name is Avdol, and the Black Moor’s Iggy.” they immediately went to greet them too, giggling when the goldfishes came near, as to greet them back.

“They’re so cute, Jotaro… you’re really taking good care of them all.” they said, with a satisfied sigh. Jotaro nodded, smiling a little, taking a deep breath. He wanted so bad to stay a little more with them… but was it too bold of him? Well, he had to try…

“Hm… listen, Y/N… would you like to take a coffee? With me?” they blinked, surprised, and Jotaro immediately averted his eyes. It was too much, maybe… he had screwed up, he knew it. Still, his face didn’t show anything of the turmoil in his chest.

“I’d really love it, Jotaro.” his eyes widened a little, hearing their answer. He turned at them, surprised, meeting their smile. It seemed… sweeter, and even warmer. He was feeling his cheeks on fire, and so he teared his gaze away from them again, before the warmth could redden his cheeks. Well, it wasn’t too bold, in the end…

“Fine… let’s go.” he muttered, embarrassed, leading the way, missing their red cheeks and smile. Well, that wasn’t a date… or was it? Jotaro couldn’t tell, but he wouldn’t have minded if they considered it as such. Not at all…

It would surely have been the beginning of something. Jotaro didn’t know exactly of what, but… it would have been beautiful. He felt it.

[cristophynn]

the coffee shop — chapter two

summary: it all started out when satan decided to take on a part-time job in a café near his place. by how things played out, he thought that maybe the two of you weren't meant to be and that you were just a dumb high school crush everyone has. fate had other plans, though, and he was sure as hell that it wasn't a dumb crush anymore.

pairing: satan/reader

warnings/tags: underage drinking, implied/referenced child abuse, family drama, mutual pining, ANGST

author's note: i honestly don’t know if this would be considered as angst lmao i’m so horrible at writing asdjhsabvsdjs. aaaaaaaaaa. by the way, this is an au where everyone is human and reader has they/them pronouns. <3

ao3 work: the coffee shop.

"Whatever, I'm walking home." Satan laughed as he stood up from his seat, swiftly dodging one of his drunk classmates who was trudging towards one of the food tables. Bidding his goodbyes for the last time, the blonde teen picked up his beige coat that was on his chair and slipped it on. He was barely able to avoid the drunk people dancing around, and he was tired and tipsy, too. After graduating from senior high school yesterday and partying for the whole day today, he really was worn out, and he just wanted to flop on his bed and sleep. He was supposed to be picked up today, but he figured that he didn't want to wait any longer and decided to walk himself home.

The whole graduating thing was sad to him, really, since he really did gain better friends. Ever since he worked in that cafe, his social skills did become better. He was able to start fresh when he finished junior high school, becoming friendlier and smiled a lot more. He became a science major in the academic senior high school just a few blocks away from his previous school, and there weren't really a lot who had veterinary medicine as their choice of course. Nonetheless, he still gained acquaintances and friends (and admirers too, if he were to boast) that he could count on, and he really matured a lot compared to when he was back then. He passed his college entrance exam and was ecstatic to finally be able to study veterinary medicine. He really didn't want to deal with people or their gross habits of living, and he definitely tolerated other species of animals even more compared to his own kind.

Satan was afraid that if he were to disobey his father's orders, the same thing from that night would happen to people watching over him. Ever since he left the café, his drinking habits got worse over time, which made him unable to sleep well at night without downing a glass or two of wine. He's been riding to school and back home in one of his father's cars, with one of their drivers and Azazel assisting him. There was a dash cam, so again, he really couldn't escape. He wasn't allowed to go out on weekends either, unless he was taken to school, and he was given a curfew, too. 

Walking home alone right now reminded him of when he was in junior high school, rushing to get to the café for his shifts. It reminded him of his childish antics (which he sorta grew out of, by the way) and his childish heart. It reminded him of how excited he always was whenever he went to the café, because he knew he would be seeing the familiar face of his crush that worked alongside him by the counter and making drinks for customers. He would be lying if he said his heart stopped skipping a beat whenever he would look at your pictures— because even if he deleted your number, he would never delete your pictures. He would be lying if he said that he found someone who could make him feel the same way whenever he was talking to you, or listening to you.

That's why when Satan saw from a distance the familiar café where he spent his happiest moments of his life so far, he felt the familiar excitement come back to him again like when he was in his last year in junior high. It was just as he remembered and how he first saw it, except now there was only snow on it. He could feel the familiar tugging of his heartstrings once more, the warmth in his chest, the blood rushing to his cheeks, and the memories of his times spent there flooding in his mind. He remembered how he took orders and how he was taught to make the easiest drinks so far. He remembered the old gift you gave him (that he never threw out— just inside his desk's drawer and was left untouched). Because of how much he was staring at the still-open coffee shop, he accidentally cursed as he bumped into a person and instantly tumbled to the ground right in front of the entrance. He was tipsy and tired, and it would be much enough of a reason for him to accidentally fall to the ground.

"How old are you, even?" A voice laughed as he picked himself up, and he clicked his tongue. He didn't bother looking for the source of the voice. He stood up from the ground, dusting himself and his clothes off. As he gave the stranger's amused question a reply, he began adjusting his dark green scarf that almost fell off when he fell.

"I'm eighteen, for your information. I'm just tipsy and tired."

"And yet, you still didn't change at all. Just like I remembered."

That response made him turn his head to where the source of the voice was, and he once again could feel his sixteen-year-old self's giddy emotions spring to life at the sight in front of him. His tiredness was long gone, and he felt himself sober up and go back to being his usual self. The short figure, the pastel green hoodie, the voice he loved hearing, and the sight he longed to see once more — it was all there in front of him, you were there standing in front of him.

You were smiling brightly by the entrance at the sight of him and his shocked face. His mouth was hanging open and his eyes were as wide as saucers. The light pink color that was dusted on his fair-colored cheeks reminded you of how it was easy to fluster him and how quick it was for him to feel cold. It was as if time stopped for a moment as you two stared at each other's eyes, light snowflakes still falling around the two of you. He swallowed the lump in his throat after what seemed like forever as he ran up to you with open arms, and you could see the pool of tears brimming in his eyes for a moment. It wasn't long before you felt him holding you against his body and embracing you tightly, the familiar feeling of his warmth and the scent you missed so much overwhelming you. His slender arms were around your torso, his head was rested on your shoulder, and you were sure that you heard him letting out shaky sobs that were muffled.

With a soft chuckle, your arms came up to hug him back and pulled him closer to you. "You're still a drunk, aren't you? I honestly thought you were a teetotaler now, but what just happened earlier told me otherwise." You hummed before pulling away. You watched as he stood up straight to wipe away the stray tears falling from his eyes. "You haven't changed a bit. You're still taller than me, and you still hate the cold. Your shoulders look broader, though. You worked out over the years?" You chuckled, and you could see a dark blush creep up his face as his hand went over to his nape, sheepishly rubbing it. "It's nice to see an old friend after quite a while. Let's go in and drink the night away!"

Old friend. That stung him much more than it should have. He brushed back the sudden ache that he felt in his chest and he let out a soft laugh, nodding. Right, he forgot about the fact that you didn't like him back at all. He liked you so much and remembered all his happy moments with you too much that it never crossed his mind that you were someone who didn't like him back. Even if you never told him straightforward about your feelings, he was certain that you didn't like him back. How could you? You're you, and he's him. There's no way someone like you would be able to return his feelings.

Stepping inside the café after two, almost three, years of being at his lowest point, he felt like he was at home. Everything was still the same. It was all just as he remembered. The two air conditioners that were placed on two corners of the café, the comforting warmth of the heater, the minimalist paintings that were hung on on the walls, and the smell of coffee wavering through the air. If he sniffed even more, he could even smell the familiar scent of the last loaf of garlic bread he ate just a few hours before quitting the job. It was nostalgic, and dear god did he miss it. He just wanted to turn back time and play out his cards properly just to avoid getting caught— and maybe, just maybe, he would still be working here with you up to this day. Maybe, he would have gotten to know you better or even met more of your relatives. He might have gotten closer to your niece and nephew that he babysat with you. He could remember the days that the whole crew would gather around and eat dinner on the long center table in the kitchen soon after closing hours, and then he would ride home with a stomach full of happiness.

He remembered how the both of you would make any little thing an inside joke, laughing like idiots at literally anything they find funny. He felt like it was about to start happening all over again— the conversations, the laughter, the inside jokes, the warm feelings, and light-hearted talks. He felt like his feelings for you would bloom all over again and blossom from a small bud to a bigger flower. Seeing you come out from the kitchen holding two bottles of shochu and two shot glasses reminded him of when you would bring over a large bottle of certain beverages and stacked cups for the whole crew. It made his heart skip a bit once again when he realized that the two of you were at a table and sharing a drink after three long years of waiting. Laughter and jokes were shared between the two of you the whole night, and time passed by quickly without even realizing, leading you to where both of you were right now— tipsy and being all talkative than usual.

"So, do you want to start working in the café again? Help out the family, you know?" You smiled as you took another shot of the rice wine, taking the bottle that was placed on the middle and pouring yourself another cup to fill to the brim. As you were refilling the cup, the blonde in front of you let out a soft chuckle before taking the shot glass in front of him, chugging the liquor down then setting the glass back on the wooden table. "You don't have to do it, but—"

"Passing down a chance to hang out with my best friend and catch up?" Couldn't be me, you know." Satan laughed as he watched you refill his own glass again before placing it back on the center of the table. "It's been almost three years, and I'm sure both of us changed a lot. We could catch up."

Hearing the words come out of his lips made your heart ache as you purse your lips, and you frowned as you let out a soft sigh. A moment or two passed before you gave him a sad smile with your bottom lip trembling. "I don't think we can catch up and continue this friendship…" You trailed off, your voice evidently cracking. You cleared your throat and watched as Satan's grin fell from his lips. It only made you feel worse, but you figured that it would be better than leaving without a word to him. "I'm going back to my hometown to where my parents and siblings live. I'm going to college there. I just asked because I'm worried about how Simeon would handle the café while I'm gone. He can't bake and take orders at the same time, so…"

Just as when Satan had his whole world in front of him and got his hopes up, the reality just came crashing back to him all over again but harder. Satan could feel his throat forming a lump and his chest getting heavy at the thought of him losing you again. He listened to the sound of your voice cracking before he took a deep breath and forced himself to laugh out loud. "College? I see." You could see him force a smile, and you could only take the shot glass in front of you to distract yourself. As you raised your glass and brought it up to your lips, you heard him speak up to continue his statement. "I can't really stop you from achieving your dreams, so I suppose I have no other choice but to support that, don't I?"

Satan found himself lying down on your bed that night and staring up at the ceiling, his phone by his ear as he waited for the other line to pick up. He was wide awake despite that fact that it was in the middle of the night, but he couldn't really sleep that well at the thought of you leaving him at the next morning and he wouldn't be there to bid you goodbye. It wasn't like he never done this before, either. He was used to it— choosing to stay awake like an idiot despite being drunk and then waking up to go to school the next day. He did it too much that he didn't even have a problem doing it anymore and that he could function well enough despite the intense hangover he was feeling. He was listening to your steady breaths, hoping to himself that you were fast asleep already and that Azazel was still awake. When the other line finally picked up, Satan could hear Azazel's voice answering with an alarmed tone.

"Where are you? It's already midnight. Shouldn't the party be over by now? What will I te—"

"Azazel, calm down. I'm fine, okay? The party is done, and I decided to crash over at my friend's place since it was closer to the school. Tell that to father, and in case he threatens to slap you, I want you to blame it all on me, and I'll resolve this with father."

"You should at least tell me where you're sleeping over! Also, there's no way I'm doing that! I don't want you taking all the blame for yourself! Satan, I really think—"

"I don't want you taking all the blame for yourself either. You didn't even do anything wrong, so you should at least learn how to defend yourself when father is doing something wrong to you."

Before the other man on the line could even think about answering back, Satan ended the call and turned off his phone so Azazel wouldn't butt in. A thing or two that both of them had in common was that they were both too stubborn and protective of each other. They stuck to each other whenever it was possible despite their large age gap and they always have to step in to protect each other. Satan could remember when Azazel was slapped for letting five-year-old Satan run around the park and trip on a rock. Satan could remember when his father forced Azazel to his knees and kicked him just because eleven-year-old Satan got a question wrong in his final exam. Satan could remember when he kept crying to his butler about how stupid it was of him to take the blame for something Azazel didn't even do. The least that Satan could do now that he was old enough to protect himself was to take the blame for his actions and to defend Azazel in anyway he can. It was stupid and cliché of him, but he loved Azazel more than his father, anyways.

He didn't even realize how deep in thought he was until you spoke up from the futon set on the floor, catching him off guard and startling him completely. "When you first talked about your butler, I really expected that you would think he was just like a dog to you. But, you know, I think it's really sweet that you would even tell him to blame yourself when your father gets angry. Not everyone is like that to their own butler, you know. I think he genuinely adores you by how he spoke so fondly of you." You smiled softly as you sat up from the large futon that was set beside your bed, turning your head to look at Satan.

You felt bad for letting him get home drunk and leaving him after being together for only an hour or two, so you just decided to let him stay for the night and let him drop you off the airport. At first, he was hesitant about it knowing that the guest bedroom was where you slept, but you assured him that it wouldn't be a problem at all. Of course, since the Japanese side of you reminded yourself that he was a guest, you of course let him take the bed and decided to sleep on the futon.

From his current position, which was lying straight on his back, he turned to the side so he could face you and scoffed a bit. "Of course I would do that for Azazel. He has been more like a father to me than my biological father ever was. If I could, I would move out and choose to live with him instead. Also, the only ones who do that anyways are spoiled brats and weren't raised properly. Our mom was kind enough to teach us about manners and whatnot." He answered back before letting out a snort in the end.

Now being more wide awake than ever, you let out a chuckle and nodded in understanding. "I'm surprised that all of you have different career choices though. Shouldn't all of you be working hard right now since all of you are supposed to inherit your father's business?" You asked as you tilted your head, a brow raised.

Satan shook his head in response before answering. "No, not really. It's not always that way, especially for a family as big as us. Besides, it is always the eldest who inherits the family business. I feel bad for Lucifer, really. He wanted to be a prosecutor but he became a lawyer instead because he needed to inherit the chairman position. He has it the worst out of all of us since he's expected to be as excellent as father." He let out a soft sigh as soon as he finished his statement, frowning. You watched as he sat up on your bed and took a look around the room. After a few moments of silence, a low hum came from him and he spoke up with a hint of sadness in his voice. "Anyways, you look like you're all packed up, huh?"

The smile on your face fell and you once again felt a pang hit your chest, causing you to let out an awkward chuckle. The air started to feel heavy, too. "I'm sorry." You apologized. Your guilt washed over you and made you feel completely horrible about leaving your old friend in just a few hours.

Satan breathed out before grinning, shaking his head and the smile on his face crawling back up on his face. "It's your dream, right? To study culinary arts?" He hummed as he placed a hand on your head and gently ran his thumb across your scalp, as if he was patting a newborn kitten. He knew it would be horrible if you stopped studying for your dream just to have you all to himself, and he knew he wouldn't be able to stand the guilt of doing that for his own selfish ideas. The last thing he wants to be like is his own father. "Don't be sorry for dreaming. If I found out you stayed here for me, I would be hating myself for being the reason to stop you."

And finally, after three long years of pining over him, you felt your heart skip a bit once again at his touch and at his words.

Crowded.

That was one way to describe the airport despite it being too early in the morning. It was crowded, and Satan was shocked at how it was so noisy already at 6 in the morning.. There were couples and families walking inside with a large suitcase, probably going for a vacation. There were young adults who were ready to work abroad for higher income. There were parents dropping off their kids for them to study in their dream college. And, there was you, being dropped off by none other than the crew and Satan. Holding a large backpack and two suitcases, you were just standing in front of them as you fought back the tears. It reminded you of the time when the whole Dreamland crew had happier and livelier vibes. Of course, the whole vibe of the group changed — solemn and so… glum. It made your whole goodbye, of course, heartbreaking, but you wanted to keep your chin up for them. At least, until they were out of sight and that they can no longer see you cry.

"You guys… Can't you at least smile for me before I leave?" You forced a smile on your lips as you tried to make the atmosphere lighter. When you were met by no response other than huffs or wider frowns, you couldn't help but sigh and pretend to be frustrated. "Oh, come on, it's not like I'm dying. I'm just moving. I'll be back sooner or later, I promise."

"Well, all of you know she has a point." Simeon was the first to speak up after a few seconds, throwing everyone his ever-so cheerful grin and trying to lighten the mood along with you. "We should be glad that she's going for her dream. Besides, you know what they say. People don't like goodbyes, so let's all just say our 'see you soon' to her and smile, okay?"

Of course, Simeon. The optimistic and calm cousin, often called an angel. He would never fail to lighten up moods or make everything better. His words were like miracles that people would instantly feel better from him. He brings a sense of comfort and genuinely enjoys making people happy. It was incredible at how he fixed moods in a jiffy. Soon, the whole crew was nodding in agreement and smiling wide, including that handsome hunk of a blonde that you called Satan.

When your eyes trailed over to his smiling face, you couldn't stop your heartstrings tugging at your chest in such a way that you didn't know if you were supposed to smile or cry. You knew how he already made it clear that you should be doing things for your own, to which you weren't used to doing after being so selfless all your life and serving people for three whole years. Graduating at sixteen was something else, indeed, but you knew you had to go to college once you were around eighteen or nineteen. You and your parents had an agreement about that. Everyone took turns saying their goodbyes, with Satan choosing straight off the bat that he would be the last. The moment they finished saying their goodbyes, they went back in the van to probably cry their eyes out until the last of your family was finally inside. You watched as Satan nodded and urged them to just leave him behind, saying that he'll be picked up by Azazel later.

You would definitely be lying if you said that you didn't want to just drop your bags and stay here for someone, particularly the blonde. Which is why when it was finally his turn to bid you a 'see you soon', you had the urge to completely give up on your dreams until you realized that Satan would beat himself up when that happens. He called your name with his voice that evidently got lower over the years, making your breath hitch as you swallowed a forming lump in your throat.

"I'm surprised that you used to put up with my shit all the time back when we were sixteen, you know?" He laughed softly as you only looked up at him, realizing how he also got taller compared to the last time you met him. "I couldn't really prove or show it to you, but I really did become a better person."

You nodded as you let out a soft laugh at the memories when he would come back from school with a few bruises, to which you would always patch him up and teach him how to cover up with makeup. It resulted in him wearing a face mask soon when it was time for his shift to hide his scars. You remembered how he would always grumble out an explanation to why he came beaten and bruised. As you thought back to these memories, you realized how slowly he would start coming to the café with a fresh face as the days passed by, until a month had completely passed without him getting into fights. His character development was genuinely interesting to see and witness, and you were glad that you were there to witness it. Azazel must have been happy when he stopped getting into fights and chose to study his ass off.

"I know you became a better person, Satan. Maybe tone down the drinking to avoid losing a liver?" You smiled softly before playfully hitting him on the shoulder. Satan couldn't help but let out another laugh and give you a nod in response. "Well, see you soon. Wait for me, okay? When I come back, you'll be the first person I'm hanging out with."

Satan took a deep breath as he laid a gentle hand on your head, ruffling and completely messing up your hair. You didn't mind, though, since you knew it would mess up either way during the flight. It took you a few moments to decide on how to end the goodbyes with him, seeing as that you two were completely silent during after that. None of your relatives were here, either, so you chose to stand on your toes and, without hesitating, press a soft kiss on his lips. When you pulled back after a few seconds, you saw that his turquoise eyes were wide open and his pale skin was painted with a deep red blush. You then started to litter his soft face with kisses, occasionally tilting your head a bit to reach some parts, before finally ending them with a light peck on his lips. "I'm sorry I had to leave you like this."

Satan just watched, flabbergasted and devastated, as you trudged away while tugging your luggages behind you. The coward and meek side of him chose to stand still and watch you disappear in the crowd despite wanting to go after you and give you one last kiss. When he could no longer see you and when it was clear that you won't be walking back to see him again, his chest started to feel heavy and his eyes started to water. Taking out his phone, he dialed the pink-haired man's number and waited for him to pick up.

"Azazel, pick me up in the airport. Let's have a drink."

"We're home!!" Azazel huffed out as he kicked the doors open, carrying the drunk and half-asleep blonde with all his might. Despite Satan's thin and short frame, he was heavier than expected— hence his butler's struggling. When they happened to enter the house, the whole family was just in the middle of having their dinner. You could imagine the shocked looks on their faces when they saw Satan slurring and crying on Azazel's back when said butler struggled to naturally enter the dining room to get medicine from one of the cabinets. He was literally on the verge of collapsing to the floor. God save Azazel.

Of course, Lucifer was the first to react. The eldest stood up and pulled Satan off the poor butler, visibly cringing when the scent of whiskey was all over him. Azazel literally gasped for air and sighed in relief, letting out a few coughs soon after.

Of course, Lucifer was the first to react. The eldest stood up and pulled Satan off the poor butler, visibly cringing when the scent of whiskey was all over him. Azazel literally gasped for air and sighed in relief, letting out a few coughs soon after.

"The hell happened ta him?" Mammon asked as he helped his older brother carry the youngest to his usual seat beside Lilith, concern visible in his eyes. Sure, they were used to a drunk Satan coming home, especially late at night, but him being a crying mess is a different story.

Azazel cleared his throat. "Uh—"

"Dismissed. You can rest up. You must be tired." Lucifer cut Azazel off, deciding to hear it from Satan himself instead. Of course, the only one who knew his siblings the best was him (and their mum, but she was already long gone and that they never wanted to speak of it). Before anyone could even blink an eye, Azazel was already dashing out the kitchen to run to his room. When Lucifer turned his head to look at his youngest brother, Satan was already downing Asmo's glass of wine.

Lilith let out an awkward laugh and cheekily grinned. "I tried to stop him, but he just reached out and took it, you know?" She explained as she motioned over to the blonde, who was now reaching over to take Lilith's glass of wine, only for Belphegor to move it farther from him. Satan's loud whine was heard throughout the kitchen, and everything was an actual mess. It was all cut short, though, when the head of the family ended all the fun by banging on the table.

"Shut your traps!" Their father yelled, catching everyone's attention and making the eight siblings fall silent— excluding the youngest who was still crying on the table. He had his eyebrows furrowed and fists in a clench. "It's stupid how all of you care about this good for nothing brother of yours. You know how much he causes trouble and how he completely ruins the family's image up until that age, and yet, every one of you are taking care of this incompetent and sorry ass. Stop treating him like a child!"

Lucifer frowned as he shook his head in frustration. Just as when he was about to step in and defend the youngest child, a sob was heard from where Satan sat. All attention was turned back to the blonde, and even their father's face went soft when he saw how heartbroken the blonde looked. "Hey," The blonde said before letting out a shaky laugh, not even trying to stop the tears falling from his eyes anymore. "What if someone you really like kissed you before getting on their plane?" He asked softly, voice a bit hoarse and shaky due to his current condition. Nobody tried to answer back, and nobody made a move. It was just silent, and all of them didn't dare to speak up. "Should I have chased them? Or maybe begged them to stay? What would happen if I did that?" He looked up and immediately laid his eyes on his father, before standing up straight (too straight for a drunk man) and turning his attention on him. "You did that to mom too, didn't you? You chased after her and just straight up proposed to her just so she wouldn't leave you? Do you think I could do that?"

No response.

It just egged Satan on to finish up his statement. A low chuckle was heard.

"Do you think that they would accept my proposal? Or, do you think they would start hating me for trying to stop them from getting their dreams?"