#but i’ve actually lost sleep over it this last little bit wondering like what it is about me that repels people that makes them not care

[schoenht]

↳ denny’s at 3 am

characters: octotrio.

genre: crack.

a/n: thank god for denny’s for the inspiration ong i’ve seen insane stuff from there and also this follows no rules. you will read this and it will make sense.

“Okay, you three, listen up.”

“Yeah, hold on, octopus, I’m beating Floyd’s ass at table football right now and he’s about to take on my extra shift tomorrow if I win.”

Azul groaned, his fingers pressing the bridge of his glasses against his nose. From the pressure, he guessed that he was going to have a mark there once he took them off. He was your boss and yet sometimes he wondered if you weren’t actually the boss. Maybe he was too lenient. Either way, it was more often than not that you and Floyd would quite literally be a menace to the customers based on your “friendly” competitions.

Out of all your competitions, the most friendly one was when Floyd resulted in almost pouring hot oil over you and you had quickly grabbed a pan to hit the back of his head. Meanwhile, Jade had been outside collecting mushrooms. He came back to see you and Floyd doing a strange dance with angry looks on your faces, knives in your hands, and Azul almost crying out of exasperation and desperation.

Nevertheless, the competition had not escalated that far. It was merely 8 pm, though. Azul guessed that, if anything, it could only get worse from here. He tensed up when he heard Floyd’s loud groan, followed by a large smack on the table.

“I win! Hope that thump didn’t hurt your brain, if you have any bits left in there.” You were snickering as you flicked Floyd’s head. His strand of black hair was lying on the table, so you merely pressed your fingers to it. When he tried to get his head off the table, he was stopped abruptly and he glared at you. 

“Shrimpy, this is your last warning.”

“My first one, you mean. You’re covering my shift tomorrow, you little shit.”

“But I don’t wanna!” Floyd whined, turning to Azul. “Tell them I don’t wanna!”

Jade appeared from behind Azul, almost ghostlike. “Oh? I hear conflict.”

“Yeah, conflict because your brother doesn’t want to admit he lost for once and he’s not as good as he claims to be. How are you going to be a basketball player and lose at table football?” You were leaning against the plush seat, your arms crossed. “Anyways, what’s up, Azul? Do you need us to knock out a customer again?”

Floyd perked up. “Oh, oh, yeah! Last time it was a surly man with his best friends, maaaaaan, Y/N and I had the time of our lives! That baking sheet was genius!”

“This is why I’m the brains of the group.” You and Floyd high fived, chortling as though Azul wasn’t standing there, in disbelief at the both of you. 

Jade cleared his throat. “Starting today, we stay open 24 hours.”

Incredulously, you whipped around to look at Azul. “If this is a joke, it’s not a funny one, I’ve got a better one for you, Mr. Business Man. What’s funnier than 24?”

Azul had to take a deep breath in. “What.”

“25.” You and Floyd were howling with laughter, sharing yet another high five with a fist bump. Catching your breath, you grinned. “You can’t be serious. We are not staying up for 24 hours.”

He pushed his glasses up, fixing his hat while he was at it. “Your sleeping habits alone are training. You tend to pull all-nighters--”

“Excuse me, being a Discord kitten is hard work. You can’t possibly expect me to count on money here--”

“You are an employee. I expect you to conduct yourself as such.”

You rolled your eyes, huffing. “What does this look like, a Denny’s?”

“YES. Where do you think you’re employed at?!”

“I dunno, IHOP?”

It was like the devil had appeared. Jade’s usual calm face was replaced by his eyes wide and even Floyd winced. IHOP was your rival and it was worse since it was right across the street. The manager was known to arrive just to get on Azul’s last nerve. Azul literally made you sign a contract saying that you and Floyd would be on your best behavior, lest you wind up tap-dancing for three days straight without stopping. You had learned that the hard way.

Even now, you realized you went too far. And that was why you were in the kitchen, fuming with a spatula in your hand, a chef hat, and a neon pink apron that said “Kiss the Cook” across the top part. “Stupid Azul with his stupid...” You were cursing under your breath and the colorful language was enough to make Jade chuckle as he walked in.

“Still grumbling? It’s been weeks since that incident.”

“I look stupid, Jade. And don’t you dare say--” Using a high pitched voice that sounded nothing like him, you said, “’Shouldn’t have brought up the Interdimensional Hut of Pasta, then.’”

“The International House of Pancakes is international for a reason, we can’t possibly compete with them.” Jade had a bag slung over his shoulder and subtly, he looked over his shoulder. “All right Y/n, cover for me, I’m going to go outside and get some mushrooms.”

You made a face at him. “Jade, for the last time, you are not going to be the chef no matter how much you beg Azul.”

“Hear me out--”

“Sorry, can’t hear you over this pancake which I’m sure is trademarked by IHOP. I mean, why are we making pancakes? We’re Denny’s! Shouldn’t we be, you know, making Denny’s?” 

Jade deadpanned at you and it took all your effort not to falter because even you knew what you said did not make sense. However, if you could muster up enough fake confidence, maybe you could have him believe it-- “Try again. Ensure Floyd does not eat all the potatoes raw, he tends to do that. And next time, make sure to come up with something that makes sense. It has to be good.”

“That’s what your mom told me last night.” You knew you were running in dangerous territory, but you were covering for Jade. He could not, unfortunately, tell you anything in response. If he said anything, it was more than likely that you would go running to Azul and snitch on his mushrooms in order to gain some sense of dignity back. By dignity, he meant the confiscation of your neon pink apron.

“The pink really brings out your eyes, I’m sure Azul would not mind if you kept it a little longer.” Jade may have looked like the calmer twin, but he had a way of getting on your nerves. He was even snickering under his breath as the door shut behind him.

Meanwhile, Floyd had just arrived in the kitchen. “Shrimpy!”

“If you keep calling me that, I swear to God, I’m going to find out how fried eel tastes.”

“That’s cannibalism, you can’t do that.”

“It’s Denny’s. There was literally a fight outside over a plate of our pancakes.” You flipped one with your spatula, still grumbling over the stupid apron you were wearing. “Besides, business is slow. And ever since Azul said, ‘You guys are working for 24 hours because I hate you--’“

“I’m pretty sure that’s not what he said.”

“How dare you interrupt me. Anyways, I haven’t had time for anything!”

Jade had walked back into the kitchen. It seemed as though, no matter how far he went, he came racing back when he heard you complaining just to tease you more and make your life even more miserable. Sure enough, he practically waltzed through the door and said, “Oh? Well, can we interest you in a truce?”

“Over my dead body. Now if you’ll excuse me, it is my break.”

It seemed as though you had disappeared completely. Floyd had to watch Jade and prevent him from putting mushrooms in the food as he cooked. Then he frowned, looking up. Something was off and it was not the red colored vegetables that Jade continuously kept trying to put in. “It’s been more than ten minutes.”

“Ten minutes and how many seconds?”

“One--”

Azul slammed open the kitchen door, his glasses outrageously bright as if he was a horror movie villain. “Why has no one served the customer at Table 18?”

“Huhhhh?” Floyd dragged out his whine, his head thrown back. “I’m tired of this, boss! It’s so late!”

“Even if it’s late, we will still give the customers good service, just as they expect!”

Jade mumbled, “I do not believe they expect much from us as a Denny’s.”

Azul ignored that statement, knowing full well it was your influence that was latching onto the tweels. “Where’s Y/N? It’s been 10 minutes and 15 seconds. Floyd, there’s literally a customer at that table.”

“That ain’t a customer, boss, that’s Y/N having their nightly 3 am crisis.” Floyd was thoughtful for a few seconds. “Do you think they want pancake puppies?”

Then Azul’s eyes widened as he looked out the window. A familiar shadow was heading their way. It was the enemy that he had not wanted to see for the longest time. Perhaps, in another world, he would have wanted to make an alliance with this person. But after being rejected multiple times and overthrown, he had no choice but to become their enemy.

Jamil Viper, the manager of IHOP.

Azul almost screeched. “Y/N, GET UP! GET UP!”

“Azul, I am literally--” Your eyes widened as you followed the trail of where his went. “Is that--”

With a flourish and tossing of his own hat, Azul replaced his hat with a cooler one and put on his jacket as if trying to complete that magical girl transformation in real life, only watered down and looking cheap. He turned to the tweels. “You know what to do. Y/N, over here.”

“Boss! It’s 3 am!”

“MEN, PREPARE FOR BATTLE. TO YOUR BATTLE STATIONS!”

[daydream-cement]

i was reading a fic and got obsessed with the “i’ve missed you” prompt

maybe larissa and reader had some sort of fuckbuddy agreement in the past, maybe during college, and then they reunite somewhere and end up back where they’ve been before expressing how much they’ve missed each other’s touches, kisses, the sight of each other, the looks they exchange, the noises both of them make, and mouths, both of them forgetting how good it actually felt and the familiarity about it. knowing exactly how to pleasure the other person.

then realizing that all the lovers they’ve had in between had only been attempts trying to fill the void each of them left in each other’s hearts when they had to part ways, essentially smut and ending with fluff <3

(told myself this would be a short request but then i got a little too into it)

I’ve Missed You

Larissa Weems x reader

Authors Note: As always, you guys always send me the best prompt ideas. This one was such fun to write. I wrote this to Light My Love by Greta Van Fleet so if you listen while reading that can add to the moment.

You didn’t know why you texted her. Actually you did know why. You missed her. Everything about her, you missed.

Now you were waiting in the back booth of a bar, waiting for her to arrive. She was punctual, as always. Everything about her was still perfect. Her hair, her skin, that lipstick. You eyes drifted down her body and you couldn’t help but lick your lips. You almost wondered if she had gotten even better with age. Larissa Weems truly was the perfect woman.

It all started during college. One study session went awry, Larissa and you ended up learning more about each others anatomy than what was in the textbook. All four years of university, Larissa and you spent more than your fair share of time between the sheets. With that came long nights of talking and many occasions where you actually did study together. Your relationship was never anything more than friends with benefits, however. Over the years you lost touch, but you never forget all of the memories you shared together.

Larissa slid into the booth across from you and you were brought back into reality. Your mouth was almost dry as you stared at her. She spoke first, allowing you to gather yourself, “Nice to see you again. I’ve miss you.”

———

You were glad you picked a bar that’s hours extended into the early hours of the next morning. You and Larissa had been talking for hours about everything that has happened in your lives until this moment. You both laughed and cried about the past, divulging the secrets from the years you have spent apart.

“I really did mean what I said, y/n. I missed you.” Larissa stared down into her drink as she spoke, raising her eyes to meet yours as she finished her thought.

You didn’t know if it was the drinks or vulnerability the evening brought, but you started in on your history together, “I’ve missed you. I’ve missed all the nights we had together. I missed all of you.”

She noticed the way your eyes drifted down her body with your last thought. Larissa bit her lip and leaned over the table a bit more, “I missed your hands… and your mouth.”

You felt like you understood the direction of the conversation. You reached across the table and took her hand, pressing a kiss to the back of it, “I missed you voice and all the noises that came from you.”

Twenty minutes later, you were still sharing all the ways you missed one another, only now Larissa was on the same side of the booth as you. Her legs were over your lap, your faces were incredibly close, and you were playing with her hands.

“I miss sleeping next to you. I always loved when you stayed the night.” Larissa spoke quietly, her words only for you.

“I miss how happy you always were in the mornings. It was always a pleasure waking up with you.” You press another kiss to her hand, this time on her palm. You hear Larissa suck in a breath, drawing your attention back to her face.

Then she kissed you. Her hands detangling from yours, pressing themselves to either side of your face. A hand of yours found itself at the back of her neck, drawing her near. The kiss was long and sought to fill the span in which you were absent from one another.

“I never loved anyone the way I loved you.” The words tumbled from your lips before you could stop yourself. Larissa didn’t speak. She only pressed her lips against yours once again.

It was the truth. After Larissa, no one ever compared. Flings couldn’t hold up sexually and long term relationships didn’t have the same connection. Only she understood you in all aspects.

When she spoke, her emotions mirrored yours, “No one’s ever compared to you. I’ve always loved you.”

You spent a long time in that back booth, kissing and whispering affirmations of love and adoration. Finally Larissa was the one to suggest leaving, “Perhaps we should see how much we remember from that anatomy textbook.”

[shmeiliarockie]

I’ve had a night to sleep on Peter Pan and Wendy and I REALLY liked it. It was so extra at times that I personally found it endearing. Could the color grading have been better? Yes. (This is Neverland, for crying out loud! It shouldn’t be that dark and dull looking! That worked for OUaT, but only because Neverland was literally DYING.) But when color saturation is my only complaint you know I enjoyed it very much.

Tinkerbell and Tiger Lily not hating Wendy was a freaking delight. Girls should support each other, uplift each other, not treat each other like enemies. Fighting over boys is so last century. Especially over Peter, goodness gracious. He’s such a jerk (affectionate).

Casting Alexander Molony was a good choice. I hope to see him in more films because IMO he was the best Peter Pan since Robin Williams (Hook). Well, I’d say since Robby Kay (OUaT), but his Peter turned out to be a BIG LIE* so I don’t count him.

If I have calculated the timeline correctly, and Peter lived as a mortal in late 1600s to early 1700s, I think it might be possible that his British mother went on a trip to India and kidnapped him to “save him from a life of poverty” or some other rich white BS. Just kind of throwing that out there. It would make some sense.

There was a moment, right after Wendy asked him to stay where you could see him processing what that would mean. Like, the gears were turning loudly. He was probably having a montage in his head like Wendy did when she walked the plank. He honestly considered it, and then NOPED right on out when the ship took off without him. It was SO on brand and it hurt SO MUCH that I cried. I JUST WANT THEM TO BE TOGETHER! JUST ONCE! Here or there, it doesn’t matter. I just want one of them to bend, is that so much to ask? But they can’t. Wendy’s gotta grow up and Peter never will. It’s fate. (I go through this every time there’s a new adaption... With the exception of OUaT*.) I love and hate a star-crossed romance in equal measure. And romance can be innocent! You don’t have to be an adult to experience it! I’m a simple girl with simple needs. A kiss on the cheek, all I ask.

I think about what I remember from the book (which admittedly isn’t a lot, as I read it ages ago) where he forgets all of the Lost Boys who leave but remembers Wendy. And when her descendants visit he always mistakes them for her. HURT! PAIN! TOTAL AGONY! STAB ME IN THE HEART!

Also, in the beginning I was like “I wonder if he has no long term memory in this one” because that was a BIG DEAL in Syfy’s Neverland 2011 miniseries, where he was punished by the fairy court... for something I can’t remember.... to always forget the ones he loves (or something like that). That really stuck with me, and has kind of become one of my Peter Pan head canons. He’s cursed to forget! But he always remembers Wendy because they’re SOULMATES! AAAAAH!

Well, the answer on that question was a no, definitely not a thing in this one. He remembered Hook when Hook was his best friend James.

What I really enjoyed about THIS adaption was Pan’s comparative maturity. He grew up juuuuust a little bit. He was a bigger man than Hook, really. He apologized to him for what he did and tried his best to save him. It was the first time he both touched death and was touched by death (well, he thought Hook was dead, anyway). And that ages you whether you want it to or not. So when Wendy asked him to grow up with her, I think he saw More Of That Happening and decided he didn’t want it. Which, all things considered, I really don’t blame him. But then again I’ve STILL got Peter Pan Syndrome and I’m nearly 40, so I get it. If I could actually run away to a magical world and fight pirates all day and fly and meet mermaids and befriend princesses, I would also wave reality goodbye and never return.

It still hurts every time it happens, though. It hit especially hard in this adaption because he was right on the edge of maturity. He was almost ready to grow up after what he’d been through. He really could have said yes. In fact, I think he nearly did. If the ship flying away hadn’t interrupted their conversation, I think Wendy would have talked him into it. But then he remembered who he was and left. 

♪Tried to change the ending / Peter losing Wendy♪ AAAARGH!

* Because he was a middle-aged man in a teenager’s body leeching the magic out of an entire planet to stay young and freaking KEPT WENDY IN A CAGE so her brothers would be his minions. Yikes! Once Upon a Time was a really wild show, y’all. Just really far out there doing its weird little Disney fanfiction thing. (It did have the sexiest Hook tho.)

[dialovers-translations]

DIABOLIK LOVERS DARK FATE Vol. 3 Chapter of the Last Quarter [Track 3]

Original title: 不吉の予兆

Source: Diabolik Lovers DARK FATE Vol. 3 Chapter of the Last Quarter

Audio: Here (31:07 - 41:46)

Seiyuu: Takahiro Sakurai, Kimura Ryouhei, Tatsuhisa Suzuki, Kishio Daisuke

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TRACK 3: AN OMINOUS FOREBODING 

*Creaaaak* 

*Rustle rustle* 

You leave the bedroom. 

Ruki: …Hm? …Livestock. Is something the matter?

You explain. 

Ruki: Heh. You’re having trouble falling asleep? I guess you are rather sensitive after all. 

*Rustle* 

Ruki: Or perhaps…You’re simply worried about those guys? 

You admit it.

Ruki: Haah…Spot on, huh?

Ruki walks over to you and pulls you close. 

*Rustle* 

Ruki: Come here. If I do this, it should help calm your nerves a little, right? 

*Rustle*

Ruki: I still believe that you’ve been blinded by those guys…

You shake your head.

Ruki: They’re not? You can’t deceive me. …Shall I try and guess what goes on inside that mind of yours? 

You attempt to push him away.

*Thud* 

Ruki: Why do you always upset me this much, time after time? 

*Rustle rustle*

Ruki: I can’t help but feel sick whenever you express care or worry towards those Sakamaki’s…

You frown.

Ruki: I deeply pity you, for harboring those kinds of feelings towards those guys. Because meanwhile, they don’t actually care about you at all. ーー Right. They don’t…

He pauses.

Ruki: Creatures of the Demon World aren’t able to feel. So your attempts to look out for them or show that you care, they’re all for nothing.

*Rustle*

Ruki: I’m sure you should have realized that by now. Yet, you cannot bring yourself to stop feeling that way. If I was capable of putting an end to it with my fangs…I’d love to do that for you.

Ruki suddenly bites you. 

Ruki: Nn…Mmh…

*Rustle*

Ruki: Ah…Hahn…Mmhー!

*Sluuuurp*

Ruki: Nn…Nnh…Haah…Haahー …

*Rustle rustle*

Ruki: …How careless of me. I lost control for a bit. Simply pathetic. I can’t believe I’m actually jealous of those guys…

He steps back.

Ruki: I understand that you’re anxious, but this manor is a safe space. I doubt those Wolves will be able to make their way inside. 

Kou: Caught red-handed~ 

Ruki: …Kou? What are you doing here in the middle of the night? 

Kou: Hehe, sorry~! Did I startle you? I’m sorry, that wasn’t my intention. I was simply on my way to get some fresh air because I was having trouble sleeping as well but I never thought I’d witness such a scene from you, Ruki-kun~

Ruki: Haah…Don’t make fun of me.

Kou: I’m not making fun of you! If anything…I feel a little relieved. …Right, don’t you feel the same, M-neko-chan? 

Ruki: What do you mean? 

Kou: You know, it does something to you when you see someone who is usually very calm and composed, actually get emotional for once.

Ruki: Haah…So you really just want to make fun of me.

Kou: Like I said, I’m not! …More importantly, Ruki-kun…I’ve got a request. Please let me have a sip of M-neko-chan’s blood as well? Because she just got bitten by you…

*Sniff* 

Kou: She’s giving off the most wonderful scent right now…

*Rustle rustle* 

*Sluuuurp* 

Kou: I can’t get enough of it…

*Rustle* 

Kou: I can’t…I can’t hold back. 

Ruki: Oi, Kou…!

Kou bites you.

Kou: Mm…Nnh…

*Gulp* 

*Sluuuurp* 

Kou: Ahn…Mmh…Haah…Fufu…

*Rustle* 

Kou: Just a little more, okay? 

*Sluuuurp* 

Kou: Mmh…

*Gulp* 

Kou: Phew…Haah~ 

*Rustle rustle* 

Kou: Come on…Ruki-kun only had a little, didn’t he? Mmh…

*Sluuuurp* 

*Gulp* 

Ruki: Don’t incite her.

*Sluuuurp*

Kou: …Phew. …Eeh~? But take a look at M-neko-chan’s face…

*Rustle* 

Kou: …She looks rather dissatisfied, don’t you think? 

Kou continues sucking your blood. 

Kou: I mean, just look at how much blood is gushing out…

*Sluuurp* 

Kou: It’d be a shame to let it go to waste.

Ruki: Kou. Do not get ahead of yourself. 

Ruki approaches you once more again.

*Rustle*

Ruki: Livestock. Don’t let Kou tempt you with his words. You should be looking at me. 

Ruki bites you once more again. 

Ruki: Nnh…Mmh…

*Rustle rustle* 

Ruki: Nn…Nnh…Haah, haah…What’s wrong with me? Nnh…

*Sluuuurp* 

Ruki: Mmh…Mm…

Kou: It doesn’t hurt to loosen the reins every now and then, you know? You’re just too serious most of the time. Right? …Just relax~ 

*Rustle* 

Ruki: Don’t tell me…That was your intention? 

Kou: Hm~? What are you talking about?

Ruki: Haah…Good grief. I suppose I still have a lot to learn as well. 

Ruki pushes you away and gets up.

*Thud* 

Kou: …Woah! You’re done already, Ruki-kun? 

Ruki: Haah…I lost interest. I’m going to bed. 

He walks away.

Kou: There he goes. …Maybe I pushed it a little too far? …I’ve just been worried, you see. Ruki-kun has been seemingly on edge this whole time as of late. I guess it all started when those rumors about Wolves being spotted in the city started going around? 

You tilt your head to the side.

Kou: I’m sure he has a lot on his mind but…He just seemed so tense. Sorry, I guess I got you involved in our mess. …Fufu, however…~ It felt good, didn’t it? …Ah, are you okay? You’re still bleeding a little. Perhaps I overdid it a little. Or rather, the scent of your blood has really filled the area now. If those Wolves were to pick it uーー 

*HOOOOOWL*

Kou: …Oh! Talk about impeccable timing! Anyway, get back inside for now. Just in case. 

The two of you head towards the door.

Kou: I’m not sure, but I doubt Wolves also suck blood like we do. They track down the scent of blood because they’re after fresh meat. I’m sure someone like you would get gobbled up in the blink of an eye, fufu~ 

You enter the manor again.

*Thud* 

Kou: I guess something might be going on after all…Are you scared because of that?

You nod. 

Kou: I don’t know what exactly those Wolves are after but…

You nearly collapse but Kou manages to support you just in time.

*Rustle* 

Kou: Woah there…! Are you alright? 

*Thud thud*

Kou: Ahー Darn, I knocked over the garbage bin. Just my luck.

He starts picking everything up. 

*Rustle rustle*

Kou: Ruki-kun has installed garbage bins all over the manor, you see. …There. 

*Thud* 

Kou: Well, it all started because I have the bad habit of just tossing everything on the floor but that’s why there’s a garbage bin even in the corner of the staircase like thiーー…Hm? This is…?

*Flip* 

Kou: A letter…? Why has it been thrown away? Actually, it looks like it was burnt up…? I think I could still make out the words if I tried though…Ah! This is from Reiji-kun!? 

You suddenly seem interested.

Kou: You want to have a look as well? Here you go. The message is short and it’s hard to read though.

*Rustle rustle*

Kou: I wonder if Ruki-kun burnt it and threw it away? That’s the only logical explanation I can think of. I’m sure this letter is why Ruki-kun had us go fetch you from the manor. Still, this is a surprise. I wouldn’t have expected those guys to be worried about yoーー

You start trembling.

Kou: M-neko-chan? What’s wrong? You’re shaking like a lea…

You suddenly start dashing away.

Kou: M-neko-chan!? Ah, hold up! Wait, M-neko-chan!

*Thud* 

Kou: Ahー What has gotten into that girl? I don’t understand…

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

[cloudycleric]

Will rubbed his eyes groggily and knocked on Mike’s door, yawning. He had been up late the previous night, drawing over and over again, trying to get the perfect curve in his lines, the perfect color in his paints. It was almost three a.m. when Will realized that he had plans early that day.

Mike opened the door, smiling. “Hey! Will,” he stepped aside, letting him to his house.

Will followed behind Mike, automatically following him down the basement stairs. The basement was beautiful to Will. When he first met Mike when he was five years old, it was pretty barren—old and furniture, storage boxes and a fridge. But, over the years, Mike (who spent an ungodly amount of time down there) had decorated it, moved things around and taken full advantage of whatever his family would annex. Now there were Christmas lights lining the walls, warmly colored old lamps, soft, fuzzy blankets, and, most importantly, a small television that Mike loved to play his Atari and Nintendo on.

“I’ve been playing for awhile, sorry,” Mike turned around to face Will. “I couldn’t wait. But, good news: I finished that level in Mario that you hate. It took me a couple hours but it’s fine.” He bent down to pick up a blanket on the floor in front of the blaring TV.

“Actually—uhm—is it okay if I just watch you play today?” Will nervously asked, fiddling with his hands. “I was up super late last night and… well, I didn’t get a whole ton of sleep and I don’t want to hold you back-”

Mike looked shocked. “What? ‘Hold me back?’ Will—” he turned to him, putting his hands on Will’s shoulders. “It’s not about doing our best, it’s just about playing video games with each other.”

Will could feel Mike’s hands burning into his shoulders. “I—yeah, I mean, of course. But like, I almost fell asleep biking here so…”

He continued staring at Will, taking his hands off his shoulders. “I mean, you don’t have to if you don’t want to. No hard feelings. God knows the amount of times I absolutely fucking crashed at Eleven’s when Hop wasn’t home.”

He started walking towards the TV. Will followed.

“It’s just, I feel bad—”

Mike turned around, suddenly. He did not realize Will was falling him, so by facing Will their faces were a little too close. Mike reddened. “Uhm—” It would be awkward to step away, but it was a little too close for comfort to keep standing like this. Mike chose to not move. “No hard feelings.”

Will looked shocked by the lack of space between them. For a moment, he looked at Mike’s lips, internally cursing at himself for doing so. “Oh, yeah, okay… I just wanted to make sure…”

As soon as the interaction was over, Mike rushed to the TV, sitting grabbing his controller linked to the black console which was quietly humming. “I think… I’m going to start on my Atari. If that’s fine.”

“Yeah,” Will yawned. He sat down next to Mike, pressing his back against the bottom of the sofa they were propped against. He closed his eyes.

Mike continued playing the game, talking about what was happening and little facts he knew about stories to Will as he fought to keep his eyes open. After a couple of minutes, though, Will had lost that battle, falling asleep.

Unconsciously, Will leaned over, putting his head on Mike’s shoulder. He was so shocked by the touch that he lost all concentration and the current level he wash playing. But he didn’t care. All he could do was look at the brown hair and resting face of Will Byers sleeping on his shoulders. Mike smiled.

That must be uncomfortable, though, Mike thought. I wonder if…

He was sitting cross legged on the floor, pillows surrounding him. He took one carefully and placed it on his lap. As gingerly as he could, he gently moved Will’s head to be resting on the pillow in his lap and a soft blanket on his body. He was ninety percent sure that Will had woken up while he was doing this but he was too tired to care. When Will was situated on his lap, he made a quiet noise, adjusted himself a bit, and continued sleeping.

Mike played with his hair a bit, the television playing the comically happy music of the level screen on loop. He could stay like this for hours. Eventually, he returned to the game, finally finishing the level.

Though he was done playing, he didn’t dare move. He played some more games, letting Will sleep before turning off the console and falling asleep himself.

[bitchywitchyvibes666]

Late night love

Your pov ~~

My legs dangled over the edge of the school roof as I watched the cars below, rushing around even in the dead of the night. The bitter wind making me shiver as I watched and wondered if they felt the same, where they up this late because their mind wouldn’t sleep? Are they trying to out run their destructive thoughts too? 

I got so lost in my mind that I didn’t even hear someone come onto the roof or even hear them walk up to me, it wasn’t until the purple hoodie wrapped itself around my shoulders. I looked over my shoulder to look into the most exhausted purple eyes I’d ever seen. He said nothing as he moved to join me, his eyes focused on the ground below. 

All I could do was stare and take in his profile, even if he didn’t know it he was truly a gorgeous man. Hitoshi Shinso was a certain type of beautiful, the type that I’d only read about in books, the type that made my heart stop and race all at the same thing. His beautiful was uncompilable to every other guy in UA, his purple hair and his eyes, god his eyes. The sharpness of his jaw bone and the way his lips form the words he speaks. 

It wasn’t just his looks that made his pretty, his was his bluntness, the way he spoke, the words he used, the look in his eyes whenever faced with social interaction. He hated it just as much as me, if not more. 

“Couldn’t you sleep? You really should try to, your eye bags are getting bad again” God why did I have to say that? I could of just left that out now he’s going to think I’m calling him ugly which is definitely not the case. 

His lips quirked lightly as the blush travelled up my neck to my ears, at least he didn’t take offense to that so that’s one good thing I’ve done today. I went back to watching the world below me, getting so lost in my own world I completely forgot there was something with me until he nudged my arm. 

I looked over to find indigo eyes staring back at me, a small smile on his face as I tilted my head to the side wondering what he wanted from me. Did I do something weird? Oh god is he actually offended by what I said? 

“You okay? You should be asleep too but you’re awake and lost in your own world” 

I just stared at him, he actually cared if I was okay? I teared up a little as I looked down at my lap, I couldn’t remember the last time someone cared enough to ask if I was okay. I didn’t even have to stay anything as he moved over to me and wrapped his arm around my shoulder, pulling me into his side as I cried. 

I was thankful that he didn’t say anything and even more thankful that he was there to hold me, like he was the only thing that was holding me together. He just held me and after awhile just gave me a faint whisper of “It’s okay, I’m here I promise” 

I let out a small almost pitiful laugh as I whipped my face with the hoodie’s sleeve and moved away from him. Before I could even started to apologise he he placed his warm, slightly rough hands on my damp cheeks and started into my eyes and spoke all my unsaid thoughts. 

“Don’t start apologising for this, you needed this and I’m more than happy to be the one here with you. We don’t have to talk, we don’t have to go back to our rooms yet, we can just sit here and enjoy the live around us for a bit” 

All I could do was give him a smile and a nod, that sounded like the greatest thing I could ever take part in and to be able to do it was him was a dream. He pulled me back into his side and watched the world go by below us. While he watched the world I watched him, I watched the way his hair moved in the wind, the way his lips sat like a perfect bow on his face, the way his eyes light up in the lights from the city below. 

I leaned into him as I started to shift my glaze to the world below, this was the greatest late night I’d ever had and it was all thanks to the love that Hitoshi managed to give me without even knowing it. 

[pbaintthetb]

Maya & Phoenix post 1-2 fic

Phoenix and Maya have escaped prison sentences, proven the guilt of Mia's real killer. Phoenix has managed to get some closure with his dead boss saving his arse, and Edgeworth is finally back in his life. Gumshoe the weird police officer has even thrown some confetti down from the ceiling to celebrate Phoenix's innocence- or Phoenix's win? Or Redd's guilt- Phoenix doesn't actually know and he's not going to interrogate that too much.

But the point is that it all feels like some kind of fairytale ending and everything is finally going right-

except

Except Edgeworth hates him, Mia's still dead and Phoenix doesn't want justice, he wants Mia alive. And Maya... Maya's standing holding her bag, not looking at Phoenix but into the depth of the street, lit only by the street lamps, the moon hidden by the clouds.

Neither of them say anything, Phoenix feels like he should but he can't find it within him. All the pain he's feeling must be tenfold for Maya, so he just stands awkwardly next to her, waiting to see what she'll do. He feels like a lost child-

And then Phoenix remembers, for all Maya is a Fey, for all she'd channeled Mia earlier it's Maya, not him, who is the child in this situation. His days of trailing behind are over.

So,

Phoenix clears his throat.

"Do you need..." he starts before trailing off aimlessly, he'd meant to ask if Maya needed help getting home- but where was home? And how much use would he be? Did she even want his help? It's not like Phoenix could give her a lift, and his wallet is straining, but considering everything he could probably fork out for a taxi.

"The last train to Kurain leaves in twenty minutes," Maya tells him with a cracking grin that makes his smiles in court look positively glowing.

Phoenix doesn't say what he's sure they both know. The station is a twenty minute drive away, it's gone 11pm at night and they're standing in the street free, but at what cost?

"And Mia's keys are still in evidence," Maya continues voice getting higher, "Why didn't I ask that Gummy guy? I'm so stupid!" She breaks off with a sob and Phoenix has drawn her into a hug before he's actually thought about it and wondered if he should or not.

He lets go almost immediately; Maya stiffens and he starts to regret it.

"Come back to mine," he offers, then corrects, "If you want I mean. I've just done laundry so you can take the bed..." Phoenix rubs the back of his head smiling awkwardly, "It's the least I owe you."

If pressed Phoenix might struggle to name exactly what he owes Maya for, but he's sure that he does. For something, for not being enough.

Maya gasps, sounding scandalised.

"You're an old man Nick, you can't sleep on your sofa! What about your back?!"

Phoenix gapes, too taken aback to even splutter for a few  moments.

"I- what-"

////////

they walk back to Phoenix's, he's too tired to try and organise a cab right now. Maya doesn't complain so Phoenix tries not to feel bad.

There's someone pissing outside his building when they arrive, because when is there not? He barely notices, but Maya shifts behind him a little.

Phoenix carefully guides Maya forwards with his hand on her back and takes care to lock the door behind him again.

"Bathroom, bedroom, kitchen," Phoenix lists off in quick succession, pointing to the respective door. Technically the kitchen doesn't have a door but it has a doorway so Phoenix likes to be fancy and consider it a separate room.

Phoenix is a functional adult, but barely, so he doesn't have spare sheets. Instead he grabs one of the pillows off his bed  and the blanket Larry gave him in uni (or left him in uni more accurately) from the top of his wardrobe.

A bit of rummaging in his sock drawer reveals the spare towel which he promptly gives to Maya. Maya who is sitting, knees drawn up, in his corridor eyes drooping.

"Here," he tells Maya, the girl he barely knows but who saved him from going to jail and who he saved in turn and is the sister of his dead boss. Or is he the employee of her dead sister? Whose story does Mia’s death belong to?

Maya looks at him in confusion for a moment, before understanding sparks and she takes the towel. God can Phoenix sympathise, he wants nothing more than to sleep right now, his limbs feel heavy and his eyes feel dry.

He watches Maya slowly pull herself up and he’s torn between hovering in case she needs something (like instructions on how to turn on Phoenix’s slightly temperamental shower) or to give her some privacy in her grief.

He settles for mumbling “oh shit, spare clothes,” and heading back into his room to get her his largest t-shirt and smallest shorts. They’re probably still too big for her but at least she has the option.

He dumps them in her arms, and then feels bad for the dumping but he’s pretty sure both of them just want to lie down right now, Phoenix’s couch and old blanket have never felt so appealing and-

And Phoenix had just done his laundry but then- then the past few days had happened so it’s still all sitting in the dryer which means Phoenix has to make the bed- and he could sob. He really could.

But he can do this for Maya, he can do this much, so he drags his sheets out and tries not to think about how much he wants to go to sleep wake up.

Maya’s hair is damp, but it’s with water, not blood, and she doesn’t really look that much like her sister. So Phoenix tells the wall above her head that Maya’s welcome to anything in the kitchen before collapsing on the couch. He has enough sense to take his jacket and tie off, but he’s still in his suit pants and shirt, blanket up to his waist and pillow under his head.

His feet hang off the arm of the couch but Phoenix could sleep anywhere at this point.

////////////

Or perhaps he could sleep nowhere, because while he’s exhausted and while he can barely keep his eyes open, it’s still dark hours later and Phoenix feels just as empty as he did before.

He hasn’t even started to cry yet and he still feels empty, is that bad? He’d cried about Edgeworth when he’d left at age eight. His boss, his mentor, his friend, Mia, is dead and his eyes are dry.

Phoenix isn’t eight anymore, and he’s not crying about Edgeworth anymore (he refuses) it’s just…

He’s too tired to do anything but sleep, and he’s too melancholic to be able to close his eyes. He doesn’t like what he sees behind his lids.

He could turn the TV on but he doesn’t want to wake Maya up. It’s not like he’d actually watch it anyway.

////////////

He hears the soft pad of Maya’s feet before he sees her, for her part, Maya doesn’t seem to notice him until she’s standing in the doorway between his kitchen and living area, holding a glass of water.

He notices this because he hears a small intake of breath.

Maya sits by the floor on his legs, shoulder brushing his blanketed knees, drinking water.

Phoenix adjusts the blanket slightly, neither of them say anything. They watch the blank television until morning.

[casualmelody]

Serenity of the Strings

After learning that, by some infernal happenstance, MK had never actually read Journey to the West beyond a very very light skim, Xingshen had insisted the apprentice borrow her copy (split into four volumes) and read one chapter a week before star tested him on what he learned. He had done exceedingly well with the first few chapters since they were about the Monkey King and his origins, but now that they were reading through the Tang Priest’s origins Xingshen could tell his attention was waning. Such was the way of humans, they had the attention span of magpies. This instance, MK was sitting in Xingshen’s living room, frowning and staring so intently at the page he looked like he was going to pop something. To make sure he wouldn’t goof off or get distracted (as they were wont to do), Xingshen was sitting in her large armchair, wrapping up orders she had gotten for her hand-made jewelry. It was while she was working that she glanced over and noticed MK’s expression. In her smooth, rich voice she asked, “Is there any reason in particular for you to look as if the pages have wronged you in some way?” The Monkie Kid let out a frustrated sigh and rubbed his eyes, leaning back. “I can’t focus! The stuff about the priest’s parents is important, I get it, but I’ve read the same page like five times and nothing’s sunk in!” “Do you find the material dry?” “No no, it’s not that I’m bored, it’s just that my mind literally will. Not. Focus!” MK flopped sideways on the couch, throwing an arm over his eyes dramatically. “Even Pigsy was on my back earlier abou-” They were cut off in their explanation by a rather loud yawn. “About it. Sorry, my bad.” Xingshen set down the box she was wrapping a bow around. “Monkey Child, when was the last time you slept? More importantly, how long did you sleep?” MK thinks for a few seconds. “Work ran kinda late last night and I had training to do with Monkey King, then I had to hang out with Mei for a bit soooo...uh...I don’t know. I got home last night and I kinda passed out, I didn’t see what time it was.” “And how often have your evenings been thus?” “Psshhh...a week? Two? I kinda lost track.” The woman frowned. “Little wonder you cannot focus, you must be exhausted.” Star stands and takes the book from MK, sticking a bookmark between the pages before closing it and setting it back down on the coffee table next to the jewelry box. “I believe it is time for you to get some rest.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right.” MK went to stand up, but was surprised when Xingshen used a hand to push him back on the couch. “Oh no you don’t, young man. If you head to your home you will become distracted again and lose track of time again. You will take your rest here until you can function properly, and I will assist you.” The tall woman moves to pick up a blanket that had been folded on the back of the couch, unfolding it and tucking MK in before making sure he had enough couch pillows.

“Uh... Ms. Hong, this is nice and all but I’m pretty sure you don’t need to-” “Shh.” One of her hands pats his head. “It is rest time. Besides, you will be shown something I have not shown anyone else for some years now.” Star clicked off the lights, letting MK look up and see a constellation of glow-in-the-dark star stickers. To his tired eyes, the darkness and soft green glow was a relief. MK had to admit, the blanket was pretty warm, and the couch cushions were very comfy. Maybe a quick nap wouldn’t hurt... He rolled over, letting his eyes close. As he began drifting off to sleep, he began to hear the sound of a harp playing. Had he opened his eyes, he would have seen Xingshen sitting back in her armchair, this time with a harp in front of her as her fingers delicately played a soothing melody. Their tired mind wouldn’t wonder how in the world star had carried the thing from elsewhere in her apartment to the living room, nor would it question just how effectively it carried his consciousness towards the peaceful land of dreams. In said dream land, there was nothing but the sweet sound of the harp and a beach with a cloudless sky where he could run about and play how he wished.

[ravenclawella]

Crossed Wires Sebastian x f!OC

Minors dni. 7th year students. Sebastian xf! OC (Mae) Warnings for this chapter: Smutty 'themes' but no actual smut....yet >>>>Link to all chapters.

Chapter 2: Time to spill the tea

Mae sat in the hall, waiting for her Slytherin friends to arrive. Poppy was lost in a stream of rambling regarding the latest band of poachers that had invaded part of the forbidden forest, capturing Mooncalves. Natty would occasionally wiggle her eyebrows at Mae over her orange juice goblet to check that she was still paying attention. Just as Mae was about to respond, he walked in with Ominis, his hair more dishevelled than usual. Mae wondered what it would be like to run her hands through his hair, perhaps tug at it. Poppy waved them over, breaking the spell he had over her. “Good Morning Ominis, Sebastian” Poppy beamed. “Good morning, you two. You both look…” Mae paused, searching for the right words. “Like neither of us got a good night's sleep?” Ominis snapped. “Errr peachy?” Mae hesitated. “You’d be correct” Ominis responded, irritated at no one in particular. Sebastian sat down sheepishly.

“Why didn’t you sleep well?” Poppy asked innocently, taking a sip of pumpkin juice. “It’s nothing” Sebastian butted in. “Ominis is just being sensitive this morning.” He bumped his shoulder to Ominis, who huffed and bit into a croissant with more aggression than was necessary. “Someone keeps having some very loud dreams” Ominis grumbled. “Oh no, who’s having bad dreams?” Mae searched both of their faces, surely he meant Sebastian but sometimes Ominis could be a bit too cryptic for her taste. “Can we just drop it?” Sebastian quickly interrupted, a pained look on his face. Natty grinned at his discomfort after she noticed the plume of rouge that spread over his cheeks and ears.

“I hear taking wormwood tea before sleep can help you sleep better. It came from researching the draught of living death, so it won’t be as potent” Poppy interjected, trying to offer her sage advice. Sebastian looked at Mae, eyes pleading. “So, who remembered to brew the potion for Sharps class today? We were meant to have some Wiggenweld prepared, right?” Mae asked, making sure she got the name wrong to give anyone an opportunity to correct her and change the subject so she could save Sebastian. Anytime he looked at Mae like that she knew she would do anything to help him. If only he knew what those eyes did to her. “Wiggenweld? Oh for the love of… Mae was Garreth distracting you again? We were meant to bring the Maxima potion today!” Ominis strained, putting a hand on his head. He was highly sprung today. Mae felt a little bad for causing him the extra stress. “Oh, it was? Oh damn. I better make sure I brew one before class this afternoon. Good thing I have a free this morning!” Mae beamed, trying to lighten the mood. Natty nudged Mae’s knee and gave her a pointed look. She knew exactly what you were up to and you smiled in response. Poppy had witnessed this interaction and caught on quickly, nodding with a small smirk. Sebastian knew Mae had already brewed this potion and it was ready a few days ago because she had boasted how she got it right the first time compared to his third. He gave Mae a small smile, his shoulders dropped from the relief of stress.

“I’ll help. I need some. Space.” Ominis picked up his orange juice and took a sip, purposefully positioning his body away from Sebastian. “Me too!” Poppy added. “Not about the space. But I’ve got some ingredients I can share!” “Ominis, I’ll brew you a small pick me up too” Mae smiled, hoping he could hear the warmth in her voice. “So long as it’s not the same ‘pick me up’ Weasley was brewing last week. That smelt god awful, worse than bubotuber pus mixed with troll bogeys.” Ominis scrunched up his nose. “Oh, it wasn’t as bad as it smelt.” Mae responded. Sebastian’s shoulders were starting to rise up again. “You give that boy too much credit” Natty chuckled. Mae could swear Sebastian was scowling at his plate, she would have to ask him what was wrong later. Now was obviously not the right time. While Mae was surveying him, Sebastian shot up and stumbled out of his seat backwards. “I need to go. Um. Yeah. I have er, detention” And shuffled out of the hall quickly, hitting his hip on a sat down student. “That was weird” Poppy noted aloud. Mae nodded along, wondering what could be troubling him. “Detention is usually in the evening, right?” Natty added, squinting her eyes at the boy who was running off looking in all but every direction as if he needed to find an escape route. “Shall we go and brew that potion?” Ominis asked, putting his empty goblet down. “Sure! To the room of requirement!” Mae and Poppy responded. Natty continued to watch the boy disappear in the distance. “Perhaps we can discuss what is going on with that boy” Natty chuckled.

***Room of Requirement

“Feeling better?” Ominis put down the empty phial and breathed in deeply. “Much. Thank you. I’m sorry for earlier. You know how much I treasure my sleep.” Ominis apologised. “Nothing to apologise for Ominis. We all get a bit cranky when we haven’t slept well.” Poppy chuckled remembering the last time Mae had no sleep and almost stabbed Everett with a fork for taking her coffee cup one morning. “Is Sebastian okay? Is it Anne?” Mae asked, trying to hide the concern in her voice. “It’s not Anne. Heh. He’s. Well. I think he’s got himself worked up over someone.” Ominis smirked. “Worked up? Like…” Poppy tilted her head thoughtfully “Wait, Sebastian likes someone?” Natty gasped. “I thought his only love was for dueling” She chuckled. “I’ve never seen him with anyone before. I just assumed he didn’t see the difference between boys and girls. He has never treated anyone like ‘a lady’” she giggled. “Y..yeah.” Mae added. “Do you know who it is?” “He wont say. I’ve tried asking him but he’s sealed tighter than a boggart locked in a cupboard”. His eyebrows knitted together. “I’ll ask again tonight. Perhaps he will have sorted through his thoughts. I suppose I was a little short with him this morning”.

“Speaking of getting worked up over someone” Poppy shifted her grin to Mae. Mae groaned and covered her face. “Oh?” Ominis quirked up “Garreth has been asking me about you again Mae” Poppy giggled “Oh really? Leander has been asking me about Mae too! Gryffindor boys seem to have an eye for you” Natty laughed with a devilish grin. “Oh boy.” Mae closed her eyes tight. Garreth was sweet, but he didn’t make your heart flutter like Sebastian, your friend. Your forbidden friend, who was now worked up over someone else. As for Leander, Mae barely spoke to him since he detested Sebastian so much and only ever seemed to badmouth your friend. “Weasley? Again?” Ominis smiled knowingly “Now I see why you tried his potion. I didn’t realise you liked Garreth that way.” “I do? No, I don’t. I mean, he’s just a friend. I think” Mae started to question herself. If Sebastian liked someone, why couldn’t she? “He is pretty cute. Why not give it a shot? I know we talked about someone a few months ago that you liked but you never did anything. Why not try this time?” Poppy smiled sweetly. “You liked someone?” Ominis gawped. “You swore you’d tell me when you liked someone. Who is it? Who was it? Do you still like them? I demand that you spill that tea.” He leaned forward with his hands on his knees awaiting the gossip. “I couldn’t tell you. It was too…close” Mae murmered. “It was Sebastian” Natty grinned. “NATTY!” Mae’s mouth fell open and she stuffed her face into her hands. “Really? Sebastian?” Ominis tilted his head and smirked. “Is that why you accepted every duel? And every request to sneak into the restricted section in the late hours. You two kept that secret!” “No, nothing ever happened Ominis. I never..” Mae started, rubbing at the flush of warmth that had claimed her face “She never told him” Poppy added helpfully, “Plus, isn’t it usually the gentleman who courts the lady? We shouldn’t have to confess our feelings like that, it’s too scary.” “Poppy Sweeting, you ransacked a poacher tent the other night and freed fifteen mooncalves. Are you telling me you would find it too scary to ask someone out?” Natty questioned a small laugh left Mae’s lips. “Maybe.” Poppy’s eyes deceived her for a split second as she looked to Ominis then back to Natty who raised an eyebrow in response. “Wait wait. Back up. Sebastian?” Ominis grinned. “You still could have told me you know.” “What? And have Sebastian lord it over me when he found out I had a crush on him? You know how smug he would have been!” Mae responded. “I wouldn’t have told him. It’s just nice to know. I like to look out for my friends.” He bowed his head gracefully towards Mae. Sometimes she swore Ominis could see more than he let on. “I just. I just couldn’t take that chance. I would never want to ruin our friendship.” Mae started to fiddle with her rings on her hand. “I can’t imagine not having you all in my life.” She looked to Poppy, Natty and Ominis. “Even, if by some miracle he liked me back, what if it went wrong? I wouldn’t want you to feel torn between which friend you had to hang out with” Mae frowned. “So, this is good. If he likes someone then perhaps I can get over my ridiculous infatuation when I see him with someone else.” Mae let out a sigh of relief. “Sebastian is an idiot for not noticing you, but I am glad that we are all friends. No matter what happens, we will always be friends.” Ominis squeezed her shoulder, she stood up and hugged him tightly. Ominis always knew what to say, even in her darkest moments. “I feel so silly for not telling you sooner” Mae shook her head, chuckling low. “At least now we can all chat about what you’re going to do about Garreth and Leander” Poppy interjected from her seat. “It’ll be nice to have a guys opinion for once!” “Glad to be of assistance.” Ominis smirked and tipped his head. “Right. Garreth. Leander.” Mae finished bottling the last of the Maxima potion and pressed her lips together, thinking hard.

*** Sebastian POV

What the hell was that Sebastian?? He leaned up against the wall of the side of the undercroft, his hands scrunched into his hair. Last time he had a crush he had fallen so deeply into the dark arts he lost himself and nearly everyone around him. He knew he couldn’t do that again.

“Come on Sebastian” he told himself. “Pull yourself together”. He took off his cloak and decided the best way to fight through this was to duel the dummy stood in the center of the room. He needed to release this frustration, knowing there wasn’t anything he could do about his feelings for Mae. She would never see him the way he saw her. She was too beautiful, too perfect. How could someone so brilliant want to be with him. The thoughts brought up his rage as he pelted the dummy with a series of attacks, not noticing the door to the undercroft had let in his friend.

“You really are a mess.” Ominis stated. Sebastian grunted and sat on a dusty box, taking a swig of water he had left in his cloak pocket. “I’m sorry about last night. I don’t know what’s going on with me.” “It’s fine. Mae brewed me a decent pick me up potion. All is forgiven. Talk to me. Who is it that’s got you so worked up?” Ominis continued Sebastian sighed, defeated. “I always keep your secrets, Sebastian. This will be no different.” Ominis confirmed, as he placed a hand on his shoulder. “Mae. It’s Mae okay? It’s not the first time. I thought I got over it. But it’s back” He frowned then whispered “Back with a vengeance apparently” Ominis stayed silent. “I know, I know. You can’t date your closest friends. It’s weird.” Ominis remained silent, letting Sebastian work through his thoughts out loud. “It’s not like they’ll ever see me the same way, how could she? She's the best. I can’t lose her Ominis. If I tell her, I’ll lose her. I just need some time to get it out of my system. It will be okay. It has to be okay. I don’t know about my sleep. I’ll try and fix that. I’ll - I’ll take that tea that Poppy mentioned. I have to try something”. “Oh Sebastian” Ominis sighed. “Lets go to potions class.” He remained neutral, not giving anything away.

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...continued on AO3 (Yay Tumblr finally let me post it all here) >>>>>>>>>>>Chapter 1 here >>>>>>>>>>>Chapter 3 here

>>>>Link to all chapters

[yourslytherinprincess]

:You Should Just Go: - Draco Malfoy x Reader

A/N: It looks like I’m only posting angst today. We don’t believe in happy endings today. I’m sorry :(

Summery: It’s been five years since the last time you saw him, running from the fight with his family.

Word Count: 896

The morning sun shown brightly through the silk curtains and onto your face, waking you. Looking at the watch that adorned your wrist, you saw that it was time to get out of bed. It only took a few minutes to convince yourself to actually get up, and another few minutes to make your way into the bathroom for a morning shower.

The feeling of the hot water on your skin, releasing the tension from your sleep stiffened muscles, had made getting out of your warm sheets completely worth it. After slipping out of the shower and dressing, you made your way to the kitchen to start up a pot of coffee. You had usually enjoyed reading the Daily Prophet whilst you drank your morning coffee, on the mornings that you were off from work, today had been no different, only it was.

The knock on your door pulled your attention away from the scores of the last Quidditch game. Quirking your brow, you wondered if you should get the door, it was quite off for you to have visitors. Setting your mug of coffee down on the table, you stood, walking carefully towards the door, wand at the ready. Hand on the knob, you twisted and pulled the door open, your wand slipped from between your fingers, falling to the floor. This had not been a face you’d expected to be staring back at you.

 It felt as though the two of you had been sitting in the awkward silence for hours. You couldn’t help but stare at him with hard eyes, it had been so many years since the last time you had seen him. He was wearing his white-blond hair very near the same as the last time you’d seen him, but most of the light that had surrounded his grey eyes when you were children, was long gone. But what could you expect after a war?

Many of the girls in school had found Draco’s sharp pointed features attractive, but now his eyes looked sunken in, he’d lost a bit of weight, and he looked exhausted. You never expected to see him again.

“So…were you just in the neighborhood or-?” You asked, breaking the silence. The tension between him and yourself was almost too much to handle.

“No, not really.” He started, eyes turned down from you. “I’ve been looking for you for a little over a year now. You’re not the easiest person to get a hold of, you know.” His laugh seemed empty. Why had he even wanted to find you? He left you behind all those years ago.

Clearing your throat, you looked away from him. How high a chance was it that you could be dreaming? Probably none. You hadn’t so much as thought up is name in years. “I tried to keep it that way.” You didn’t want to seem rude, you really didn’t but you had to ask. “Draco, what are you doing here? Why did you come looking for me? What do you want?”

“You.” He said like it was the simplest thing in the whole world. “I’ve missed you, a lot. I was hoping that if I found you we might-”

“Might what?” You demanded. “Pretend like everything is okay? That none of it happened? Or that I would simply get over having to watch you leave in the middle of the damn war?”

His face dropped, shying away from your glare. “I didn’t think-”

You were very suddenly livid, you’d jumped to your feet and the yells just poured from your mouth. “No, you really didn’t, did you? Because if you had thought at all, then you wouldn’t be sitting there looking at me like the oaf that you so obviously are! I spent months looking for you, Draco. I wasted so much time trying to find you so that we could be together again, and I could never find you. It took over a year, to get over you! Do you know what that was like?” It had all sounded like shrieks now. “I spent months waking up in a puddle of tears. I couldn’t eat, or sleep, I wasn’t functioning. And now that it’s been what, five years since the last time I saw you, you decide that you want to come back? I don’t even think about you anymore.”

He had started crying as he sat there. How pitiful. “Please, please give me a chance and let me try again. I was trying to protect my family. I never stopped loving you. Please?”

“You’re a bloody idiot. I waited for you, for over a year, and you couldn’t decide that you still loved me then, I stopped wasting time waiting for you. I hope you didn’t honestly think that I would just take you back because you asked.”  Storming over to the front door, you threw it open. “You should just go.”

Draco stood slowly, straightening up his coat and running his fingers through his hair, he stopped right in front of you. “I never stopped thinking about you, Y/N. I never will, and I’m never going to stop trying to make it up to you or get you back.” Without another word he walked out the door and you slammed it behind him, pressing your back to it. This was definitely the last thing that you needed right now.

[annakie]

One last self-indulgent Patchy post, from almost two weeks out.

It’s been some time. 

I’ve mostly been off tumblr, letting the queue run things.  Occasionally scrolling the dash, not much social media lately, it was a bit Too Much outside of some direct chats with friends and running/coordinating D&D stuff.

The weekend post-death I hibernated a lot.  I let myself cry as much as I wanted.  I reminded myself, and I may have posted this here, I don’t remember, but that the only good way through grief is to go right through it.

My work sent a nice little snack gift box.  Not much I liked in it, but the thought was very much appreciated.  And the vet sent the flowers I posted about last week.

It was a little better Sunday.  I ran my Sunday Night D&D game and just made sure to have a cry in the hour before to get it all out.

Last week was fine.  Still crying every day, but a little less every day.  I spent a lot of time on the couch watching Netflix when I wasn’t working.  And honestly, I didn’t work that much most days.  Watched mostly like, home makeover/cleanup shows.  You know, things that make you feel vaguely good without having to actually think. 

Better Call Saul finale and other ongoing shows were good distractions. 

Thursday I got the call that Patchy’s ashes were ready for pickup. I went in Friday at lunch.  Thanked the receptionist for the flowers they sent (which are still in the house but need to be thrown out.) 

Took the very nice little bag they gave me back to the car and looked inside.  The box with her ashes, tied up in a pretty ribbon,  I ran my hands over the very pretty box, and opened the box with the plaster paw print. There was also an envelope I declined to open at the time.  I cried for a few moments, got some takeout, went home.

Sat down and opened the envelope and saw the fur clipping in the little bag and for the first time in a couple of days I completely lost it.  A long, sobbing cry.

When I’d left the vets office after putting her to sleep I nearly went back in to ask them to save a clipping of her fur, but decided not to.  I knew I couldn’t have gotten through it.  And I thought about emailing them later but thought it might be too late by the time I thought if it and wasn’t 100% sure I wanted it.  I have a little clipping of Cebu’s poodle hair though, and it means a lot to me to still have.  But I decided not to.

So seeing that they’d done it anyway, without me asking, meant a lot, but also it hurt a lot.  I was so very relieved and yet it was also like a sledgehammer.  Having her ashes, and a little bit of her where they’d found a perfect intersection of her three colors was so thoughtful.  But it was also like that final “she’s really gone and she’s not coming back” moment.  Where mentally you knew it, but it’s what the heart needed for it to be final.

I at first put the three things on the shelves behind me here in the office/living room next to Jim’s ashes and picture but realized about thirty seconds later that that was wrong, the living room wasn’t her room.

I have a little knick-knack shelf in the bedroom filled with ceramics and figurines people had given me throughout the years for various reasons.  I curate it and swap things out occasionally but for the most part it’s just little mementos and decoration.  There was a tea light lamp on the top of it that was a thank you gift for helping run a big baby shower about 14 years ago, so I moved that lower on the shelf and set Patchy’s things on the top.  The master bedroom was her domain for six years, so a little space for her there seems right.

I’ve felt more at peace since doing that.  I spent a lot of time second guessing myself the first week.  And I still wonder if I should have done more.  Especially still kicking myself for not taking her back in two or three weeks earlier.  We may have bought her another couple of weeks of life if I had, but realistically I know time was drawing short, and she’d outlasted her best estimates.  I’m mostly at peace with it.  I don’t know if I’ll ever stop self-doubting, just a teensy bit.

Fry moved himself back into the master bedroom immediately upon my opening it back up, and barely has left it since.  It took Pemily a couple of days to understand that yes, it’s OK for you to be in here now.  It’s OK to get up on the bed.  You can sleep with me again.  They are both loving it.  Fry especially is rarely not in there when he’s not eating.  He used to watch TV with me all the time and now that’s just sometimes. 

There’s a small cat tree that Patchy loved to sit under but not into.  It’s Fry’s favorite thing.  I’d always kicked myself for not buying two when I bought the one on clearance.  Patchy literally never got into the bucket seat.  The few times I’d let Fry in there when Patchy was around he’d mostly just hang out in it, and now he is in it like 50% of the time.

He and Pemily are both sleeping with me again which is... mostly good.  They’re a lot more restless than Patchy.  They’re both also way heavier than her -- Fry is like 13lbs and Pemily is like 18 whereas Patchy was 10 or less. So when they wake me up to want to cuddle, it’s a lot more noticeable and there’s, you know, two of them.  Sleeping with the bedroom door open again is great insofar as it’s no longer stuffy in there as soon as the AC goes off, but also brighter with the hall nightlight shining into the room, and noisier as I can hear all three of them moving around and using the litterbox when they need it.  Leela also likes to just scream randomly, and it’s a lot louder with the door open.  Leela has walked around the bedroom but as usual, prefers her bed on the desk.

Peaches -- who I saw this week is actually a boy -- and Buster have been outside a lot.  I am in the beginning stages of seeing what I can do to domesticate them.  Peaches seems more likely than Buster. Going to change Peaches name, especially if I can get him inside/vetted/snipped/safe if possible.  Hoping Fry can handle it well if I can get one of them integrated into the house. 

Four is my limit, but Leela is 17.5.  Realistically, I know I won’t have a lot of time left with her.  Ever since her health scare last year I’ve been doing my best to give her the best, especially now Patchy is gone.  Her last few vet visits have gone great though, so who knows.  Maybe she’ll live to 20.  I’ve been trying not to pre-mourn her since the last 13 months were about pre-mourning Patchy.

ANYWAY. Aside from ALL THE CAT NEWS I went and played D&D4e at Marcus’ on Friday, and this Saturday is 13th Age game night.  Running my Wednesday night game tonight and going to run my SUnday night game.. tomorrow?  Since we’re in the middle of like, the Most Important Part of this campaign TBH and everyone wants to know what happens and not take a week off when someone can’t make it this weekend.  Also just going to run a B-team game for the rest of them Sunday anyway.

Gaming is healing.

Have been dicking around in Enderal, just going exploring/dungeon diving a lot and ignoring the main quest.  Just a few hours every few days.  I also replayed Boyfriend Dungeon since the DLC came out and I had only played it on release.  They’d added some cool stuff. I meant to treat someone else as my main romance this time but honestly, Isaac is perfect.  Still romanced everyone possible to romance except Sawyer (too young, too immature.  Nice kid) and let Sunder break up with me this time instead of me rejecting him for being... what he is.  It was a nice, light, fluffy break.

Also watched Abbot Elementary, and loved it.  Need more please.

Today is the first day this work week I’ve had a cry about Patchy.  And mostly because I re-read my previous entry to prepare for this one.  I am coming out of the grief stage, not there yet.  But getting close.  I miss her a lot.  I think about her often, but I am starting to move on.

[pies-writes-and-more]

trying to find the ace a girlfriend

word counter: 4,496

pairing: iwaizumi hajime x fem!reader

warnings: probably some swearing, oikawa and team being little shits lol but all fluff otherwise!

a/n: i honestly have no clue where i found all the energy to write all this but here it is lol some of you may have read my captain version (feat. daichi! - i’ll link it below!) and i’ve been on an iwaizumi high lately so i thought i’d give this a shot! bare with me - it might be awful because i got my 2nd vaccination shot on sunday and i’m still dealing with some side effects lol but! anyways! i hope you enjoy!! note: gif below is not mind - credits to the original creator!

haikyuu masterlist | trying to find the captain a girlfriend

“You know what, Iwa,” Oikawa spoke up randomly after practice one day, a grin on his lips. “I’ve just decided something.”

“What’s that?” Iwa asked half-assedly, barely paying attention as he packed up his things. He was exhausted and really in no mood to be dealing with Shitty-kawa’s insane ideas.

“I’ve decided that I’m going to help you find a girlfriend!” Oikawa’s eyes sparkled with the idea, grinning ear to ear as he looked at his best friend for approval.

Iwaizumi wondered if it was even worth arguing over at this point because realistically, he just wanted to go home and sleep until the very last minute he could before being late for school. He didn’t even bother refuting the insane idea, giving a dismissive wave to his friend as he let his mind drift to more important matters, like what he could stuff into his mouth when he got home before passing out on his bed.

But Oikawa took this dismissiveness as a go right ahead, squealing internally as he started to think up of his plans. Before long, the whole school was papered with stick figure drawings for a poster that loudly proclaimed AOBA JOHSAI BOYS’ VOLLEYBALL TEAM IN SEARCH FOR A VOLLEYBALL MANAGER! (PREFERABLY FEMALE AND SINGLE!). Even though it wasn’t the most artistic of posters, Oikawa prided himself on being able to get so many photocopies, each with specific instructions on where to get the application form, and where to come by for interviews.

Iwaizumi had been way too tired to even care about what had gotten all these girls in his class so riled up. He wasn’t surprised to hear Oikawa’s name leave their lips, shrugging it off to just some photo someone managed to get with him, or maybe he was offering to eat lunch with some cute girls again.

That last thought irked him more than anything. He loved Oikawa, deep down inside at least - so deep, if you asked him, he’d deny it. But he loved his best friend and all of his shenanigans. But what Iwaizumi didn’t love was the last time he tried to have lunch with Oikawa with a bunch of fangirls tried to have lunch with them too. 

He swore he lost just a bit of his hearing that day, with the sounds of screaming and absolute nonsense being thrown up into the air. Maybe if he just ate his lunch while practicing in the gym, he could knock two birds with one stone - practice his serves while also simultaneously avoiding his best friend’s brigade of fan girls.

And yet.

His attempt to be rid of Oikawa’s fangirls was foiled. Of course the one place he thought he could go to escape the screams, was the very place that Oikawa was holding some... essay contest? Iwaizumi’s frown tightened as he saw the swarms of girls in the room, having to squeeze himself between some of the group and the door to get himself in, noting all the papers that were practically being thrown in Oikawa’s direction.

“What the actual hell has he done now?” Iwaizumi grumbled to himself, trying to grab Oikawa’s gaze, though the brunet seemed too busy taking a selfie with a girl right about now.

“Um excuse me, you’re one of the players on this team right?”

Iwaizumi’s eyes tore away from his best friend only to land on you, his gaze flickering back to his friend only to end up doing a double take on you. Because you were... wow. Okay. Girl. Don’t panic, Iwaizumi, it’s not like you haven’t talked to girls before, he thought to himself, eyes widening slightly. Sure, I’ve talked to girls, but this girl... wow, he reminded himself, clearing his throat in an attempt to respond to you, “Who me? Yeah, I’m... I’m a player.”

You beamed a little brighter hearing his words, fumbling to straighten out the application you had in your hands, “I know it said to only submit it to Oikawa but...” your eyes drifted back over to the crowd around him, Iwaizumi’s eyes following and nodding in response.

“Right, so you’re here for Oikawa,” he hummed quietly, taking the papers from your hands. He had to admit, he was a bit disappointed - he knew all too well from past crushes that if a girl so much as hinted she was interested in Oikawa, it would never end well for him. 

“I mean yeah, but only cause that’s what the poster said. I would’ve preferred to give it to your coach but I’m sure he’s awfully busy,” you shrugged, giving him a small smile. “Any idea how long it’ll take for you guys to pick? I’m sure you’ll have a ton of applications to go through, but I like to have my weeks planned out.”

“Pick?” Iwaizumi repeated, a little confused. His eyes looked down at the papers he had gotten from you, a big fat APPLICATION TO BE THE VOLLEYBALL TEAM’S MANAGER written on the top. Iwaizumi tried to strain his memory - had the Coach actually wanted to get a student manager this year? Had he mentioned it in practice and Iwaizumi just hadn’t noticed?

“I’ll be honest with you though, your poster? Super bad. Like downright awful. I mean, for a school as fancy as ours, you guys couldn’t have gone to the art club to get a better designer? Or at least used something other than stick figures?” You laughed, shaking your head. “I know you guys are jocks, but come on.”

Iwauzmi was really confused now. Had there been a poster? Was he supposed to help with this in some way? 

“Not to mention, you really have a lot of the school wondering what you guys are actually looking for. I mean, female and single? Why the hell should any of that matter if you’re just looking for a manager? It kinda sounds like one of those kidnapping schemes, to be honest, and if it wasn’t for our school’s widely known team, I probably wouldn’t have signed up,” you admitted, barely paying attention to Iwaizumi’s expression of slowly building anger.

“I’m sorry, did you say single? He put on the poster that the applicants had to be single?” Iwaizumi grumbled, reaching up to run a hand through his hair. 

“I mean it said it preferred but I mean, not like that’s any better,” you shrugged, finally noticing the flare of anger in his face. “Um. Are you okay?”

Iwaiazumi swallowed down his feelings hearing you, glancing over at your adorably concerned eyes, “U-Uh yea. Sorry, I hate to break the news to you, but I think this was all just a prank... Oikawa must’ve thrown up the posters and made the applications...”

You blinked in surprise, looking between him and Oikawa, who was now laughing over some girl’s joke. “Oh I see. I guess I should’ve known when one of the questions was ‘on a scale of one to ten, how much do you like Agedashi tofu’. I just thought you guys had a similar taste in food as me... I guess it also explains why this is the first position application I’ve filled out that felt strangely like building a dating profile.”

Iwaizumi’s ears perked up a little hearing you mention his favourite food, his fingers fumbling through the pages to see what other kind of information Oikawa had put down on here, “I’m sorry, this nonsense must’ve taken you a while. Our Captain is... kind of an idiot.”

You giggled in response, smiling up at him as you noticed that balance of harsh anger and soft smiles in him, “It’s alright... so all just for jokes and fun hm?” You sighed, looking over as all the girls squealed a little louder around Oikawa, each yelling their unique talents and the reasons they thought they should be the new manager, the sounds filling the large gymnasium as Oikawa attempted to talk to them all.

Iwaizumi’s eyes watched yours for a moment, still wondering if you too were captivated by whatever pretty boy magic Oikawa seemed to have. “I mean... maybe Coach is looking for someone. I could always let him know that you’re interested,” he offered, shoving one of his hands in his track jacket pockets. “Or I could introduce you to Oikawa properly if you’re looking to meet him when he’s not surrounded by his zoo of girls." Iwaizumi hated that he was even suggesting it, but he couldn’t help himself. He had to know if there was even that smidge of attraction towards his best friend in you.

“Oh don’t bother,” you laughed, shaking your head as you knelt down and set your backpack on the ground, shoving some items you had had in your hands back into the zipped pockets. “I was interested in the manager position because I figured it would look great on a college application. Plus, volleyball seems like a cool sport and I thought maybe I could learn a lot.”

Iwaizumi couldn’t help but be a little delighted to hear you say that - at least he knew that you had been here for the actual manager position (even if it didn’t exist) and not just because Oikawa was on the team. “T-That’s good. I mean bad because... like I said, it’s not a real position. I mean it is real for some teams I just think Coach hasn’t ever had a need,” he fumbled out, groaning internally as he saw you turn to smile at him at his stutters.

“Yeah well, you said you’d keep me in mind hm? I’m sure your Coach doesn’t want to read that weird application but it’s got my cell number on it and some of my past extracurriculars listed too. Put in a good word for me?” You beamed, standing up slowly and tugging your backpack back on.

“S-Sure. I mean... I just met you and all. I don’t know... I don’t know if I’d have a lot of things to say besides the fact that you seem smart,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck.

You laughed, noting how honest he was, “Fair. I guess that means you’ll have to get to know me sometime then huh? Just so you have something to say,” you teased. “I like hot chocolate on rainy days, late night walks in the park, and a good stay-at-home date night, like movies and blanket forts, or baking and crafts.”

Iwaizumi felt the air practically disappear from his lungs as you mentioned the words date night. He must’ve been staring at you for a while with his jaw slightly dropped because you just laughed at him, making his whole face heat up in embarrassment.

“Don’t worry, Ace, I was just joking with you,” you laughed, patting his arm gently as you started to move towards the doors.

“You’re really not interested in Oikawa?” Iwaizumi asked, calling after you in surprise.

You glanced at him over your shoulder, a bit shocked to hear him as you that. You both just stared at each other for a moment, as if flowers and music was drifting along the screen of this anime-esque moment, “I’m not really into pretty boys,” you finally explained to him. 

“My name’s Iwaizumi!” He managed to yelp out again, his whole face burning with embarrassment. “Iwaizumi Hajime.”

“I know,” you grinned, the two of you sharing a look before you waved your hand dismissively behind you.

Iwaizumi stood there practically frozen in time, watching as you slowly disappeared. You knew him? That’s what you said, wasn’t it? Or had you meant something else? But thinking back, you had called him ace - so you must at least know that was his position right? Iwaizumi’s mind spiralled as he tried to remember everything you said, every look you gave him, wondering if you had known exactly who he was the whole time and he barely even remembered your name. Wait... did he even ask your name? Iwaizumi groaned internally, fists clenching at his side in response, the sound of crinkled paper making him stop abruptly. His eyes widened as he looked down at the paper he had in his hand, all of this information about you just sitting there.

Y/L/N Y/N...

“Ya know, there has rarely been a time since we’ve known Iwaizumi that I’ve seen him that speechless before,” Matsukawa snickered to Hanamaki. “Maybe we should talk to Coach Irihata about getting a manager - it’s not like we couldn’t use one.”

“Sure, but do you think Iwaizumi could handle it if that girl turned out to be our manager? Poor guy looks like a tomato already,” Hanamaki laughed, hands on his hips.

“I’m right here you know,” Iwaizumi snapped at the two of them, annoyed with how flushed his face felt. 

“Iwa! I think I found the perfect girl for you!” Oikawa called excitedly, holding one of the fake application papers in his hands. He gave the group of girls a sign, as if to hold back as he discussed with his friends. “Look! She’s super cute and seems really interested in volleyball and- wait a minute, where did you get one of those?” He asked confused, pointing at the application paper in his best friend’s hands.

“Uh... one of the girls dropped it off,” Iwaizumi explained awkwardly, seeing Oikawa make a grab for it and pulling it away from his reach. “But speaking of this, what the hell did you do, Oikawa? I don’t need a girlfriend! And I certainly don’t need you putting up a flyer to become my girlfriend, when 99% of the girls who showed up just want to be around you!”

“What about that one then?” Oikawa nodded towards the application in Iwa’s hands, unphased by his yelling, grinning wider as he noticed Iwa trying to hide the paper from him.

“I told her it was all a scheme of yours so she left. It’s not like there’s a real position or anything. So I’m just going to toss this away.”

“Are you actually going to toss it away, Iwaizumi?” Yahaba teased, joining the other boys in their little talk. “Cause if you are, I’ll take it instead. After all, it’s got that cutie’s number and contact details on it and if you aren’t going to make a move-”

“Shove off, Yahaba!” Iwaizumi huffed, clutching the paper in his hands tighter now. 

“Oooo our little Iwa found someone he likes did he?” Oikawa hummed, smirking as he poked his friend’s cheek before getting his hand swatted away. “If she’s into me, I can reject her quick so you can swoop in to mend her heart!” He offered excitedly, honestly just wanting his best friend to have a cute girl around.

“She’s not into pretty boys, Oikawa,” Iwaizumi insisted, sticking his nose in the air slightly.

“Isn’t that just a way to call you ugly, Iwaizumi?” Hanamaki asked, making the other boys laugh as Iwaizumi tried to stammer out his arguments.

“Oh whatever, it doesn’t matter,” Iwaizumi groaned, crumbling up the paper in his hands and storming off, saying something about getting ready for class.

“I think you might’ve pushed him just a tad too far, Hanamaki,” Matsukawa pointed out, flicking his friend in the head. “Now he’s gonna get too nervous to actually reach out to the girl.”

“She actually genuinely looked like she was interested in him too. Well, at least, she was genuinely not interested in Oikawa,” Yahaba snickered.

Oikawa watched as his friend stormed away, smiling to himself, “Nah. He’ll call her. I know it.” The pretty boy shrugged, beaming over at the rest of the group. “And once Iwa has a pretty girlfriend to hang out with, that means I can help the rest of you find a girlfriend too!”

“Oh god.”

“No thanks.”

“I’m good.”

“Awww! Come on guys!!!”

A week later, and the sounds of loud voices and cheerings were coming from the fans on the stands, rather than girls in the gym. Seijoh had won yet another game, smiles and victorious cheers and laughter were building up in their stomachs, the sound of the crowd cheering echoing in their ears. “Way to go, Ace,” Oikawa beamed, smacking his hand on Iwaizumi’s shoulder. “You know, you played extra hard today. Any particular reason for that?”

“You’re imagining things again, Oikawa,” Iwaizuimi shrugged, but as the boys lined up to thank their supporters, Oikawa’s eyes widened catching a girl wearing one of Iwaizumi’s jerseys.

“Congratulations! You did it!!” You were cheering, grinning so wide your cheeks felt like they might split open at any second. Iwaizumi caught your smile, his cheeks going rosy in response.

“I guess I was wrong,” Oikawa laughed as the boys started their cool-down stretches. “I guess there’s one girl looking at you and not me after all.”

“Yea yea whatever,” Iwaizumi murmur, but Oikawa laughed some more seeing his best friend’s tomato-red face.

“Do we get to officially meet her or something?” Kindaichi asked curiously, him and Yahaba both seeming to be eager for details.

“What’s with the interest in my private life huh?” Iwaizumi groaned, pretending like he was so focused on stretching his legs so he wouldn’t have to look at them.

“Well it’s not every day our Ace gets all flustered talking about someone,” Hanamaki smirked.

“I don’t get flustered!” Iwaizumi shot back.

“Oh well you better tell your face to turn back to normal cause here she comesss,” Matsukawa chuckled, the boys all eagerly trying to get a good look at you.

You weren’t too sure if you were supposed to wait for Iwaizumi outside, or if you were allowed to come in here. But once your eyes landed on your very important player, you jumped him almost immediately. “You did it!! You won!!!” You laughed, hugging him from behind as he stumbled to catch his balance.

“W-Woah, overexcited much?” Iwaizumi asked nervously, smiling down at you but still very much so aware of his friends all staring.

“I can’t help it! I’ve never been that invested in a sports match before! You guys were incredible!” You insisted, smiling and calming down just a tad as Iwaizumi pressed his hand on your head gently. 

“Yeah yeah, you can sing our praises later, okay? I’m starving.” Iwaizumi’s attempt to lead you away from his teammates didn’t go unnoticed, Oikawa almost immediately ruining his plan.

“Not so fast, Iwa! I wanna get to know this pretty girl you’ve been talking about so much!” Oikawa smirked, giving you one of his signature smiles. 

“I don’t- I don’t talk about her that much!” Iwaizumi blurted out annoyed, his face going warm again.

“He’s lying, he talks about you all the time,” Matsukawa half-whispered to you with a grin.

“I hate all of you,” Iwaizumi grumbled, grabbing your wrist and pulling you away from all of them as you laughed and gave them all a wave. “I’m sorry, they’re... a lot.”

You shook your head with a smile, reaching up to pat his head this time, “It’s cause they care about you, dumbass. Now come on, let me buy my champion ace some food.”

Iwaizumi agreed eagerly, his stomach feeling way too empty for his liking. The two of you spent the night celebrating, you begging for tea and details about his teammates and him slowly deciding to trust you with it. You watched as his harsh edges turned a little soft for you, how gently his hands were with yours, the soft glint in his eyes when he looked at you. You could tell he was trying to be on his ‘best behaviour’ and you wondered just how often Iwaizumi was picked as second choice over his best friend when it came to girls.

“I really like you, Iwaizumi,” you blurted out as the two of you walked lazily through the night city life.

“S-Sorry?” He stared at you in surprise, his fingers tightening just slightly around yours.

“I like you. I really like you,” you repeated with an almost shy smile. “I honestly thought you weren’t going to contact me after that first day... I have to say, I’m pretty glad that Oikawa put up those posters. If he hadn’t I don’t think we ever would’ve met,” you pointed out, knowing the two of you ran in very different circles.

Iwaizumi groaned so loudly, it almost made you jump, looking at him in shock, “Please don’t tell him that. He’ll say it was a success then. He really doesn’t have to know.”

“A success?” You laughed, hugging his arm against you and trying to not note just how muscley he was under his jacket.

Iwaizumi sighed, using his free hand to rub the back of his neck, “Don’t hate me okay? Oikawa put those stupid posters up in an attempt to find me a girlfriend. I have no clue why he thought that was the best idea to do it. But he did. But I beat him up for it after, don’t worry,” he told you, puffing out his chest ever so slightly.

You laughed some more at just how proud this boy was of beating up his friend, squeezing his hand gently, “It did work though didn’t it? So I hope you didn’t beat him up too badly.”

Iwaizumi sighed, glancing down at you and your beautiful eyes, that smile that made his chest tighten just a little, “Just enough to keep him humble. Like a good best friend does,” he explained with a smile before pressing a kiss on your head gently. 

The rest night went by a little too smoothly. Iwaizumi couldn’t help but have a lingering thought if you were this perfect because it was all for show. Were you just trying to get close to him so you could be with Oikawa? Or was there some reason? Were you just one of those girls who just wanted to be with an athlete?

“Why’d you agree to go out with me?” Iwaizumi asked you bluntly later, the two of you sitting on some children’s swings in an empty park.

“What?”

“Why’d you agree to go out with me,” Iwaizumi repeated awkwardly, staring up at the sky for a moment. “The first day we met, you said you knew me and you called me Ace... so you did know of me before right?”

“Why wouldn’t I want to go out with you?” You frowned a bit, watching his expression. “You’re funny and entertaining, you get all shy when I tease you, you text back which is always something I find guys our age have a problem with. You’re wickedly handsome, like it’s almost not fair. And insanely talented and hardworking in the sport you like,” you shrugged a bit as you thought of all the other embarrassing reasons you had given your friends, squealing into your pillow excitedly as you told them about the way your heart did somersaults around him, or the little thing he did before he kissed you goodnight where he held your chin in his fingers for a moment so he could just look at you. “But you’re right, I did know of you, Iwaizumi. Your volleyball team is way too popular so of course I’ve known you name. How could I not know the cutest guy on your squad hm? But to answer your question, I wanted to go out with you cause I like you, Hajime.”

Iwaizumi looked at you in surprise, his lips parted slightly as he looked for any sign that you were lying to him in your eyes, “O-Oh. Okay.” He mumbled shyly, his cheeks and ears going a bit pink. You had thought he was cute before? Even before you two had talked? He wanted to say some sort of snarky come back, tease you for thinking he was cute because lord almighty, why was he the one all flustered when you were the one laughing and smiling in pride. Shouldn’t he be the one teasing you?

You laughed some more at just how shy Iwaizumi could get with you, tugging him to go climb on the jungle gym with you, giggling like kids at old stories of each other and telling secrets about the people you knew. Iwaizumi couldn’t stop smiling when he was with you - the way that you did everything was just different and wonderful. Like the way you would swing your arms around together when you were holding hands, or the excitement in your eyes when you’d see a dog pass by, the way you’d hold onto him just a bit tighter when you realized how dark it was getting in the park (”this is how people die, Iwaizumi, in parks, at night.” “You don’t really think I’d let someone kill you would you? I’d let them kill me and give you a headstart to run.” “Somehow that doesn’t make me feel any better. If you’re going to die I might as well die too! What fun would I have without you around anymore?”).

“Y/N,” Iwaizumi cleared his throat a little as the two of you ended up on your front porch, his hands awkwardly in his jacket pockets now.

“Oh the jersey right?” You smiled up at him. “Thanks for letting me wear it! But I’ll clean it and bring it right back to you!”

“No not the jersey, you dummy,” he chuckled, flicking your nose slightly. “I just...” He wanted to tell you that even though the two of you had only just met, he somehow knew he loved you. He could see a whole future with you - arguing over what colour to paint the walls or what kinds of blinds to get, laughing over stupid things coworkers said, travelling together... He swallowed down the words, worried that he’d scare you away as he looked into your gorgeous eyes, “Have a good night, okay?” he whispered, bending down to kiss your forehead.

You smiled and just stood there for a moment, as if trying to capture the moment that Iwaizumi’s lips touched your skin. “Okay... but I’m not sleeping until you let me know you made it home safe okay?”

Iwaizumi nodded and tilting your chin up slightly with his fingers before letting his lips brush along yours just for a moment, and then kissing you gently like in a dream. “Goodnight, pretty girl,” he smiled, nudging you towards your home.

The two of you shared some more goodbyes, waves and laughs as you started to part your ways. Iwaizumi turned on his heel and started to head home, feeling like he was on the moon and weighed practically nothing. Y/L/N Y/N, the girl who had quickly stolen Iwaizumi’s heart and become his biggest fan. If this went the way he wanted it to, Iwaizumi wondered how to subtly thank his best friend without making his head grow too big. Cause maybe that stupid plan of his... hadn’t been all that stupid after all.

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🌸✨Come Here✨🌸

Warnings: 18+, punishment, I’m not sure if this takes the number one spot for the worst fic I’ve written or number two.

They day was through. You were very happy to see your cozy little loft, kicking off your cozy slippers , not a care in the world to where they’d land, slipping your sore feet into your favourite house slippers. The house was spotless. Who cleaned? Unconsciously looking at the clock, you set your bag down, unpacking a few items while lost in thought.

What times is it? Oh wow it’s already seven…Nami will be here soon…I’m hungry, I need to cook.

After a lovely dinner by yourself, a nice hot shower and two chapters of your current read, you thought you’d hit the hay now. It was 9pm and Nanami wasn’t home yet. Your head began running in circles, asking yourself questions you didn’t want to have to ask.

Maybe I shouldn’t of left the house a mess today? naww he wouldn’t avoid you for messing up the place a little…I bet he was upset though lol.

The sound of the door opening made you jump. Nanami! You squealed, lifting your hands in the air and running downstairs to meet him. Placing his gym bag on the little table beside the door, he broke out into a tired smile, slowly kicking off his shoes, ridding his pockets of his car keys, phone and earphones.

He was about to turn around and open up his arms to catch you like he did every time he came back home, a familiar routine since you were always so happy to see him…even if he left for five minutes to get the mail, but he wasn’t expecting you to take him by surprise, pouncing on his back the minute he stood up right. He didn’t even budge, still rooted to the ground he stood on even though you pounced on him at full speed. You certainly were not small, no where near tiny, but because he’d gotten so used to your surprise attacks, he naturally grew accustomed to your body on his.

“Hey baby”, he softly chuckled, gripping each of your thighs and shifting you high a bit so he could piggyback you upstairs. It was far too late for him to play around with you tonight. He was so exhausted from such an intense workout with Gojo and Itadori that all he needed was sleep…maybe a little love from you too. Nothing crazy.

“I missed you Nami!”, you said directly in his ear, planting kisses all over the back of his neck, deeply inhaling his after shower scent, reveling in your favourite scent. Delicious. He always thought you were weird for that constantly sniffing him, but he told himself he will always love you no matter how crazy you got. “Yeah baby I missed you too, relax”, his voice carrying the obvious fatigue from such a long day, giving your thighs a firm squeeze so you’d stop swinging your feet. How do you still have so much energy? “Yes! To the bedroom baby!”, you said, Nanami almost at the top of the stairs, rolling his eyes at your little joke.

“How was your d-ahhh!”, you squealed, Nanami gently flipping you over his shoulder and slamming you onto the soft bed. “It was long baby…and tiring”, he replied, falling face first into the covers right next to you. “Aw okay…is there any way I can be of service to my wonderful hubby…dinner prehaps?”, you casually reply, kicking your feet in the air, your hand buried in his hair, nearly putting him to sleep before he remembered something.

“No wait…I’d actually like to have a little chat with you”, he said, your heart skipping a beat. “Yes Nami?”, you innocently asked, only further annoying him. “What did I tell you to do last night before bed?”, he asked, grabbing your thighs and bringing them together, pushing them down until your knees met your torso, the back of your thighs held down by his single arm.

You instantly remembered you didn’t have any pants on, just you, one of Nanami’s shirts because, why not and a pair of pretty, black and red bloomers that held Nanami though you looked very cute in. He found you very attractive when you weren’t really trying…but was still taken aback everytime you did dress up.

You felt his fingers slip passed the band behind you. “Nanami?”, confused, you playfully smacked his arm away and to your surprise, he return that smack right in your ass…a little less playful than yours. “Hey, wha-“, “Are you gonna answer me?”, he cut you off, smacking your thigh now, quickly working your undies off of you.

“What!?”, you whined, earning you another smack right on the same thigh. Fuck. What’s going on rn?

“I’ll only repeat myself for another two smacks?”, he said and you quickly answered him. “Okayyy! Remember I had that brunch with the girls?”, you shyly responded, only earning yourself another smack. It was like each one was getting more and more intense. You were surprised he still had all this energy…he was obviously lying about his fatigue if he still wanted to punish you.

“And what does that have to do with anything darling?”, he said, furrowing his eyebrows when he felt he had to put more effort into holding you down. He surely didn’t have the patience to deal with any squirming tonight. He simply wanted to address the issue and jump right into cuddles.

“I was running late”, you pouted, another smack even harder than all the previous ones meeting your ass. “Yet you slept in?”, he argued, another smack making you whine from deep in your throat, attempting to scoot away from him. “Come here”, he said, a big hand wrapping around your ankle and pulling you back to him before dragging you to end of the bed as he climbed off, your ass bare ad ready for him to treat. He needed to release some stress from the day away anyhow.

You were certainly not expecting the sudden onslaught of smacks all over your ass, your hands coming up to defend your precious ass when you began to feel raw, but his hands caught both of yours, pinning them down to your back, smacking you even harder, your deep brown cheeks quickly turning light reddish, welts the size of his hand forming and god did he love the sight. “Nanami!!! I’m sorry! Please daddy!”, you cried out, attempting and failing to crawl away, leaving you with no where to run. “Keep apologizing, I’m not done”, he spoke loud and clear, your punishment unceasing and his hand now red and swollen from smacking you so hard.

Five minutes later, tears staining your cheeks and having wet the bed, your ass was extremely sore and so was Nanamis hand. He left you laying there, in that same position, all by yourself, walking off to the stairs. Unable to move, you buried your face into the covers, balling your eyes out over the punishment you just received. To your pleasant surprise, you felt a very cold something being spread over your ass, gripping the sheets and biting your lip at the feel of Nanamis hands making contact with the raw parts, the cold thing he was spreading over you instantly cooling the burning of the welts.

Did he feel bad? Not for punishing you, but he didn’t like seeing you cry like this, carefully scooping you up and laying down with you ontop of him. Burying your face into his neck, you felt him put something over your ass, a bag of ice, instantly easing your pain and his.

The next ten minutes involved him hushing you, rubbing your back, saying the sweeting things to you yet scolding you too. “I know darling, the pain will be gone in the morning…I’m just very upset with you, you don’t listen to me baby. Don’t make such a big mess if you don’t want to clean it up next time…but I love you sweetheart, you know I love you”

He knows he’s getting the silent treatment from you all night long, maybe even tomorrow morning too. He’s still going to pamper you like a princess, no matter how long you ignore him. Your punishment was well deserved and he could tell you weren’t going to do that on purpose again. You hate to admit it but he knows, you want cuddles and extra love and attention after that. And he’s got it all in bulk and more.

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[nat-20s]

8 for jmart?

#8- constantly cheacking their messages for words from the other

what else was I gonna do? here's some classic ol' season 3 pining babey

Hello Martin. This is Jon. I have gotten a new phone after losing my last one, please put in the new number.

It's a simple message. Straightforward, factual, and utilitarian. There is no reason that pressing send should make his heart race. There's especially no reason that the second he sends it off, he's tempted to lie on the deeply uncomfortable, likely bedbug infested motel mattress staring at his screen until he gets a response. Sure, he's sick of being overseas, and he's sick of being so isolated, and he's sick of running, but he's not...desperate for what little companionship can even be provided by words on a screen.

He does miss Martin, though. He misses Tim as well, but in a manner that's significantly more complex and knotted than the simple desire to be around him.

God, when did he start wanting to just be around Martin? He started being aware of that want when he was at Georgie's, but he has no idea when the want itself actually started. That was probably something he should examine. Technically speaking, that is something that he has time to examine, but he doesn't want to examine right now. Right now, he wants the comfort of perhaps one of the only people out there that doesn't want to kill him, or use him, or both.

Martin, whether through somehow sensing Jon's discontent from nearly 4000 miles away or, more likely, through a general dutifulness inherent to his character, only takes a few minutes to reply. Oh good! it'd been a little bit since hearing from you, we were somewhat worried. putting you in my contacts as we speak :)!

Saying that "we" were worried is almost certainly generous on Martin's part, but Jon feels no need to point that out. Instead he turns on his side and stares at the phone. He particularly focuses on the smiley face, ridiculously charmed by the fact that, despite everything, Martin hasn't lost his predilection for emojis. Two years ago, he would've rolled his eyes, maybe thought something snide about professionalism. It wouldn't have been fair, as Tim used to do the same thing and he thought nothing of it, but he wasn't fair back then. Now, he simply wonders if he can get away with sending one back.

Before he can respond, Martin sends another message. Are you actually alright? I realized I was kind of assuming that losing your phone was the only reason you were MIA, but is anything else going on?

Damn. He tends to forget how perceptive Martin can be. What, exactly, Martin had perceived in that first message, Jon couldn't be sure, but apparently there was something that tipped him off to the..eventful last week he'd had. He really, really doesn't feel like getting into all of that right now, especially not over text, so instead he replies a mostly truthful I'm fine.

Then, squinting at the screen and realizing that might come across as a dismissal, he adds, Well, other than trying not to contemplate the general sanitation practices of a motel that clearly hasn't updated it's decor since the 70s. I'm suspecting the sheets are much the same.

He doesn't know how Martin will react to the message. He can't see the face he'll make, won't know the tone of his voice. However, he likes to imagine that Martin will at least smile. Maybe he'll even give that breath of a laugh, the one that sometimes happens when Jon's being lightly acerbic and it's not directed at him. He doesn't know, but he does hope for it. Martin texts back Oof. Maybe sleep on top of the covers tonight, yeah?, and Jon thinks that he might have guessed Martin's reaction correctly.

Christ, who knew all it took was a combination of jetlag and threats to turn him into a sap. He needs to sleep. He really needs a deep, proper, uninterrupted sleep, one lasting a minimum of eight hours and ideally closer to fifteen. Checking the time, it would be a fairly reasonable time to sleep, especially with the early start he has tomorrow. He considers sending off a quick good night message, but then has the realization that as reasonable as it is for him to be asleep right now, it's just as unreasonable for Martin to be awake. Are you alright? Good lord, Martin, it's almost 4am over there. Did I wake you?

Barely 30 seconds pass before he gets back no, you're good!

A beat, then a follow up message. I've had a irregular sleep schedule since I was like 16. A lot of evening and night shifts had a lasting impact u know? Working at the institute made it a bit more consistent but it's still p rare that i sleep the same eight hours night to night.

Jon's starts to text back something sympathetic; he's had his own struggles with both in- and hyper- somnia, but his phone buzzes in his hand before he can finish it.

Sorry! That was uh probably more information than you wanted.

Well, that just won't do. Even if there wasn't a part of his brain that had recently started collecting facts about Martin like they were precious jewels instead of mostly mundane stories, he doesn't want Martin to think he can't talk to him about things outside of the standard bounds of coworkers. Not at all. We're friends, Martin, I enjoy learning about you.

His brain wants to catastrophize the second he presses send. For the first minute that Martin doesn't reply, he doesn't let it. After the second minute, he allows the minor worry to become more severe. Had it been too much? Were they friends? Jon certainly thought so, but what if Martin wasn't in the same boat? Their interactions had been entirely friendly for months now, but what if that was just Martin being polite? God, what if Martin still thought of Jon as his boss, nothing more?

Ten minutes. It takes ten minutes for Martin to finally respond, and Jon has almost called him four times to explain himself. Ten minutes, and the first response is only Oh!

Then: Cool

Well, that's not a "piss off and die", but it's not exactly comforting. Jon doesn't know how to reply, staring at the words on his screen and not entirely sure if he's fucked up or not. Fortunately, Martin's not done responding, and the next message is much, much better.

Hey uh. Feel free to say no I know it's getting late over there but. Im not getting back to sleep for the rest of the day and itd be nice to actually hear you. Would you be okay with a call?

Without a moment's hesitation, he texts back Yes!, exclamation and all, because he's become someone he barely recognizes. The phone rings just as immediately, and he feels his entire body relax at Martin's first "Hello?"

Things are difficult right now. Things have been difficult ever since the promotion that was a curse in disguise. The world is filled with monsters he barely understands. He wishes he was home despite the fact that he barely recognizes it, as filled with tension and strife as it is. There's so much to discuss, so many things they should be hammering out. But right now, the threats are not pressing. Right now, he can hear about the bad true crime documentary Martin half-watched before he got Jon's texts, and Jon can bitch about the three different "pip pip cheerio" comments he's gotten since coming over seas. Right now, and for the hour before Jon drifts off, breathing slow and deep, he can pretend that this is an ordinary phone call, in an ordinary world, between two people who simply miss each other an extraordinary amount.

[pbaintthetb]

Phoenix and Maya have escaped prison sentences, proven the guilt of Mia's real killer. Phoenix has managed to get some closure with his dead boss saving his arse, and Edgeworth is finally back in his life. Gumshoe the weird police officer has even thrown some confetti down from the ceiling to celebrate Phoenix's innocence- or Phoenix's win? Or Redd's guilt- Phoenix doesn't actually know and he's not going to interrogate that too much.

But the point is that it all feels like some kind of fairytale ending and everything is finally going right-

except

Except Edgeworth hates him, Mia's still dead and Phoenix doesn't want justice, he wants Mia alive. And Maya... Maya's standing holding her bag, not looking at Phoenix but into the depth of the street, lit only by the street lamps, the moon hidden by the clouds.

Neither of them say anything, Phoenix feels like he should but he can't find it within him. All the pain he's feeling must be tenfold for Maya, so he just stands awkwardly next to her, waiting to see what she'll do. He feels like a lost child-

And then Phoenix remembers, for all Maya is a Fey, for all she'd channeled Mia earlier it's Maya, not him who is the child in this situation. His days of trailing behind are over.

So,

Phoenix clears his throat.

"Do you need..." he starts before trailing off aimlessly, he'd meant to ask if Maya needed help getting home- but where was home? And how much use would he be? Did she even want his help? It's not like Phoenix could give her a lift, and his wallet is straining, but considering everything he could probably fork out for a taxi.

"The last train to Kurain leaves in twenty minutes," Maya tells him with a cracking grin that makes his smiles in court look positively glowing.

Phoenix doesn't say what he's sure they both know. The station is a twenty minute drive away, it's gone 11pm at night and they're standing in the street free, but at what cost?

"And Mia's keys are still in evidence," Maya continues voice getting higher, "Why didn't I ask that Gummy guy? I'm so stupid!" She breaks off with a sob and Phoenix has drawn her into a hug before he's actually thought about it and wondered if he should or not.

He lets go almost immediately; Maya stiffens and he starts to regret it.

"Come back to mine," he offers, then corrects, "If you want I mean. I've just done laundry so you can take the bed..." Phoenix rubs the back of his head smiling awkwardly, "It's the least I owe you."

If pressed Phoenix might struggle to name exactly what he owes Maya for, but he's sure that he does. For something, for not being enough.

Maya gasps, sounding scandalised.

"You're an old man Nick, you can't sleep on your sofa! What about your back?!"

Phoenix gapes, too taken aback to even splutter for a few  moments.

"I- what-"

////////

they walk back to Phoenix's, he's too tired to try and organise a cab right now. Maya doesn't complain so Phoenix tries not to feel bad.

There's someone pissing outside his building when they arrive, because when isn't there. He barely notices, but Maya shifts behind him a little.

Phoenix carefully guides Maya forwards with his hand on her back and takes care to lock the door behind him again.

"Bathroom, bedroom, kitchen," Phoenix lists off in quick succession, pointing to the respective door. Technically the kitchen doesn't have a door but it has a door*way* so Phoenix likes to be fancy and consider it a separate room.

Phoenix is a functional adult, but barely, so he doesn't have spare sheets. Instead he grabs one of the pillows off his bed  and the blanket Larry gave him in uni (or left him in uni more accurately) from the top of his wardrobe.

A bit of rummaging in his sock drawer reveals the spare towel which he promptly gives to Maya. Maya who is sitting, knees drawn up, in his corridor eyes drooping.

"Here," he tells Maya, the girl he barely knows but who saved him from going to jail and who he saved in turn and is the sister of his dead boss. Or is he the employee of her dead sister?

She looks at him in confusion for a moment, before understanding sparks and she takes the towel. God can Phoenix sympathise, he wants nothing more than to sleep right now, his limbs feel heavy and his eyes feel dry.

He watches Maya slowly pull herself up and he’s torn between hovering in case she needs something (like instructions on how to turn on Phoenix’s slightly temperamental shower) or to give her some privacy in her grief.

He settles for mumbling “oh shit, spare clothes,” and heading back into his room to get her his largest t-shirt and smallest shorts. They’re probably still too big for her but at least she has the option.

He dumps them in her arms, and then feels bad for the dumping but he’s pretty sure both of them just want to lie down right now, Phoenix’s couch and old blanket have never felt so appealing and-

And Phoenix had just done his laundry but then- then the past few days had happened so it’s still all sitting in the dryer which means Phoenix has to make the bed- and he could sob. He really could.

But he can do this for Maya, he can do this much, so he drags his sheets out and tries not to think about how much he wants to go to sleep wake up.

Maya’s hair is damp, but it’s with water, not blood, and she doesn’t really look that much like her sister. So Phoenix tells the wall above her head that Maya’s welcome to anything in the kitchen before collapsing on the couch. He has enough sense to take his jacket and tie off, but he’s still in his suit pants and shirt, blanket up to his waist and pillow under his head.

His feet hang off the arm of the couch but Phoenix could sleep anywhere at this point.

////////////

Or perhaps nowhere, because while he’s exhausted and while he can barely keep his eyes open, it’s still dark hours later and Phoenix feels just as empty as he did before.

He hasn’t even started to cry yet and he still feels empty, is that bad? He’d cried about Edgeworth when he’d left at age eight.

Phoenix isn’t eight anymore, and he’s not crying about Edgeworth anymore (he refuses) it’s just…

He’s too tired to do anything but sleep and he’s too melancholic to be able to close his eyes. He doesn’t like what he sees behind his lids.

He could turn the TV on but he doesn’t want to wake Maya up. It’s not like he’d actually watch it anyway.

////////////

He hears the soft pad of Maya’s feet before he sees her, for her part, Maya doesn’t seem to notice him until she’s standing in the doorway between his kitchen and living area, holding a glass of water.

He notices this because he hears a small intake of breath.

Maya sits by the floor on his legs, shoulder brushing his blanketed knees, drinking water.

Phoenix adjusts the blanket slightly, neither of them say anything, and they watch the blank television until morning.

[simplyotometrash]

MC turns into MSheep!

Inspired by the lil anime announcement we got because I love MC still being represented by a lil sheepie~!

As usual, this is gender-neutral reader!MC

It was a total accident. You were just working on your potion project with Solomon. He was helping you with the math of it, mostly, since it was pretty complicated. You had no idea where things went wrong. There was a puff of pink smoke when you added the last ingredient and suddenly Solomon was a giant! Well, actually you were turned into a small pink sheep...

Lucifer:

He didn’t know what to say when Solomon brought you home.

You were a sheep. A tiny sheep. And very pink.

His beloved was a sheep.

Lucifer.exe has stopped responding.

Honestly, give this old man a few moments to take in the shock and let things settle.

Then he’s going to threaten Solomon because who else would have turned you into a fucking sheep?

A tiny voice sounded from the sheep. It sounded like you, only smaller.

“It was my fault. I think. Solomon didn’t even touch my potion ingredients.”

Well, that doesn’t change anything. Solomon had best change you back or else.

And those words shot pure ice through your veins. You knew when your Lucifer got pissed off, his threats were not to be taken lightly.

For the time being, however, you had to live as a sheep.

Lucifer didn’t hesitate to just carry you everywhere. What if you got lost? Or Beel tried to eat you? Or Belphie thought you were a pillow? Or Mammon tried to sell you?

There were too many variables and this old demon just wanted some peace of mind.

So you went literally everywhere with him. You two still talked as normal. You even slept in his room still. 

You promised yourself to help him relax once you were human again. You knew your situation caused a lot of unneeded stress on the poor man.

It took three whole days before Solomon was able to change you back.

But when you were human again you didn’t expect Lucifer to hug you so tightly or give you such a firm kiss. He had missed his human being, well, a human far more than he cared to admit.

But you better make good on helping him relax. I think there’s some grey in his hair now.

Mammon:

Haha, good joke, Solomon! Now, where was his human? Really, where were they hiding?

He was so sure it was a prank and you were taking pictures from the bushes or something.

When you voice sounded from the small sheep Mammon nearly fainted.

What the fuck did Solomon do to his human?! The Great Mammon’s human was a sheep!

You explained your situation and Mammon only grew more jittery.

He was grinding his teeth. He didn’t hesitate, though, to snatch you away from Solomon and hold you like you were the most sacred thing in the whole of Devildom.

“Ya better turn them back! I can make money at the casinos so name the price!”

Oh he was serious. Mammon was willing to pay good Grimm just to turn you back.

And Solomon, after cruel teasing with pricing your return to human at over a million Grimm, said he would do it for free. After all, there was no telling if this would wear off or if it needed to be reversed.

So he would do it. It was a good chance to study your potion recipe and figure out how you fucked up.

Mammon, like his older brother, took you literally everywhere with him. But by everywhere I do mean everywhere. Lucifer at least had the decency to leave you out when he went to the bathroom. Mammon did not.

He was also making sure to keep you away from Asmo, who had fallen for your pink and fluffy form on sight. 

Mammon talked to you like you were still human. He treated like his human.

But he also acted like you would break at any second. He had never been so careful in his life.

He honestly cried on the third day, worried you might be stuck as a sheep. He didn’t know what to do.

Of course, you were turned back by that evening. Solomon had dropped by to check in and the potion naturally wore off.

Mammon hugged you so tight you felt like you were being suffocated.

But he was back to normal the second Solomon joked that he wanted to get paid for his efforts.

Levi:

Once Solomon was able to get into his bedroom, Levi just about fainted at the sight of you.

He wasn’t even skeptical about this.

It was just like the anime “Help I’ve Accidentally Been Turned Into a Sheep and Now I’m Stuck!”. Literally, just like the anime! 

You needn’t worry about anyone trying anything with you while Solomon worked to turn you back, it wasn’t like you would be leaving Levi’s room very much.

You were in his lap almost 24/7 save for when you needed food or to go to the bathroom. Or he needed to do the same. 

His room was a fortress so you were pretty much safe. 

You couldn’t remember the last time you got to spend quite that much time with your otaku. He could be difficult at times, especially when he was playing a game.

You actually relished the time spent as a sheep because of it.

Levi was not-so-secretly getting more and more anxious though. 

He saw the anime! He made you watch it with him in one sitting, too! What if this turned out just like the anime and you never turned back into a human?

The main character in the anime was a sheep for an entire YEAR!

If he had a soul it would have left his body at the very thought.

By the end of the third day you could tell he was totally falling apart.

His partner was a sheep. Probably forever.

With a poof of pink smoke you were human again.

And Levi unconscious because, for some reason, you turned human and had no clothes on.

You just put on some of his clothes for the time being and called Solomon.

You caught a glimpse in the mirror as you were on the phone and told him to keep working on that reversal potion.

You still had sheep fluff for hair, horns, and sheep ears...

Satan:

If looks could kill then Solomon would have been dead where he stood.

The sin of wrath was so pissed off that there was an evil, menacing aura radiating from him.

And it was directed solely at Solomon.

“I don’t even want you working on a way to turn them back. You might be a great sorcerer but I’m going to do this myself.”

He snatched you away and slammed the door in the sorcerer’s face.

No one tried to bother him as he stormed back to his room. 

“I promise I’m going to turn you back, MC.”

He poured over his books and had you give him the potion you had been making. You had to tell every single detail you could remember of what happened leading up to your transformation.

But he didn’t only focus on turning you back.

He couldn’t neglect you being in the room with him. You still brought out the calm within him and made him feel at ease.

When you insisted he take breaks, he would make some tea and give you a straw so you didn’t get tea in your wool.

Like he usually did, he read to you when you wanted to go to sleep. It was even more relaxing holding a warm ball of fluff.

But he barely slept.

He had to figure out a way to turn his favorite person back to normal.

You were still you, no doubt about that, but he missed you being a person. Someone he could kiss and hold hands with. Someone he didn’t have to worry about accidentally crushing or losing because you were so small.

He finally figured it out. He studied your potion recipe for hours on end until he figured out what went wrong. You had been given a recipe that had been “mislabeled”.

Knowing that made it a cinch to turn you back within the hour.

Now to murder the dodgy sorcerer who gave you the recipe for class to begin with.

Asmo:

“Whaaaaaat? MC? A sheep? Oh, darling, you are so cute! And so soft!!”

He canonically loves cute things (did you read the Devilgram story about him taking care of bunnies?) so he was having the time of his life.

And then it hit him as soon as Solomon laughed.

He couldn’t go out on dates with you. He couldn’t kiss you. Or see your stunning face. Your voice wasn’t the same. 

Solomon promised to do what he could to fix this, but it could take a few days.

Did he spend the next hour crying and hugging your fluffy body? Yes, yes he did.

You got him calmed down, reassuring him that it was temporary and there were some perks. He would totally get lots of attention on Devilgram if he posted your pictures! You were pink, his favorite color! You had lots of soft wool he could brush and he could paint your tiny sheep hooves!

That perked him right up.

He spent the next several hours styling your wool, somehow managing to put braids in it. He gave you cute decorative pieces to wear in your wool, painted your hooves to match his nails, and even gave you a little bowtie!

And boy did his Devilgram blow up with attention at the sight of your pictures.

You even inspired his newest clothing designs! Clothing for pets! Devildom didn’t have a cute variety of pet clothes, and while you weren’t a pet, you were very inspiring to look at.

Even pets deserved to look beautiful!

You were so soft to snuggle with but nighttime really made him miss you. Even in an innocent way, he missed skin-to-skin cuddling. It was always so reassuring.

But he didn’t have that.

He managed to get through the days that went by before Solomon finally turned you back.

And he was beginning to wonder if Solomon had drawn out your time as a sheep on purpose.

That didn’t matter, though. Not when he had to take you out on a date!

Beel:

Solomon was holding something soft and fluffy. Was it food? Cotton candy? It looked really sweet and tasty.

“Beel, no, it’s me!”

“MC...?”

He wasn’t happy once the situation was explained. But he didn’t show it. To be fair, he wasn’t the most outwardly expressive of his emotions unless it was necessary.

With Solomon’s promise to return you to normal, he just carried you back to the kitchen with him.

But he wasn’t hungry anymore. Not when his dear human was in a new and unusual form.

It caused him to go into a bit of a crisis, though.

What did sheep eat? What could YOU eat? You were a human in a sheep’s body after all. Did you have to eat what sheep ate or could you still eat your favorite things?

He sat there, staring at the cupboards and fridge, with the most worried look on his face.

To be fair, you weren’t sure either.

And you two stayed liked that until Satan said you could still eat whatever you liked, though it would be best to avoid meat unless it was basically shredded. 

Then came Beel’s next huge crisis: he was terrified of crushing you!

You were so tiny and delicate now, even more fragile than when you were a human.

It took a little convincing but Beel took to carrying you literally everywhere you wanted to go. He loved how soft you were.

Though you didn’t like how often he drooled on you because your fluff looked too tasty. You promised to get him cotton candy once you were a human again, which kind of helped the situation.

Beel even made sure to make everything you ate easy on you! He didn’t want anything to be hurtful to your little sheep body or hard for you to eat!

He didn’t hesitate to help you drink the reversal potion once Solomon got it made, holding his breath until he saw you in your proper state again.

He could breathe easy again. 

Belphie:

What was Solomon carrying? A new pillow or something?

It looked so soft and like it would be a perfect napping pillow.

He wasn’t even listening to anything Solomon had to say, the explanation going in one ear and out the other.

He was focused on going inside to use the new pillow.

Until he heard you talking to him after Solomon had given up on explaining anything.

Now he was mildly concerned. You weren’t you anymore. You were a sheep. He actually listened as you told him your story, unlike with Solomon, and he merely shrugged.

“Well, what can you do? You’ll be normal again eventually.”

You knew your grumpy demon, though. He was worried about you. But Belphie was never good at showing his worry for others unless it was drastic.

True to form, he passed out once he laid down again. You were held against him as if you might disappear while he slept.

It was all the more proof he was worried about your situation.

He still slept most of the time, he was like a cat in that he slept for hours without moving. You had to wiggle free to do anything. No one wanted to wake up to a sheep smelling like piss and you didn’t want a bath.

Belphie whined that taking care of you as a sheep was too much work, but the moment anyone tried to take you from him he immediately got defensive. He even threatened to break Mammon’s hands.

The only one he trusted with you was Beel.

Always sleeping holding your little sheep self did make him realize he wanted a stuffed animal version of you just like that.

It was so nice to snuggle with.

But he missed the normal you. He wanted to have you to lay on or go “star” gazing with. He wanted to do things with you again that weren’t quite possible with you as a sheep.

So he may have gone to find Solomon and threaten him if he didn’t turn you back quicker.

It was all for naught, as he came home to find you curled up in his bed in your human form once again.

He’d wake you up later. For now, he wanted to take another nap with you.