#cori writes

[witchcraft-in-wonderland]

So with wattpad's new policies I've decided to just delete all fics I have on wattpad, unfortunately not all of them had been moved to Ao3 and Google Docs, so those are lost, but I can always rewrite them with similar ideas or improved concepts should I ever get back into Sanders Sides, but I just did NOT have the energy to move 32 fics over to two different sites AND come up with summaries for all the chapters.

[magentamedicines]

What's in the Dark (Pt.1)

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"Give it back Mike! You're not playing fair!" Evan was six years old, he was short with stubby little legs that hardly did him any good trying to get away from his bully of a brother Michael. As seemed to be the usual case with brothers, they didn't get along, practically total opposites in every way. Of course, Michael was fourteen, what was he going to have in common with a six year old crybaby brother in the first place?

But they looked like polar opposites too, Michael took after his father, with his dark brown hair and semi-permanent snarl, the only discernible differences between the two was Michael's eyes, one green and one blue, he got those from his mother, and his skin was more tan from the sun.

Evan, on the other hand, was a more even mix. Evan had a darker variant of his mother's ginger orange hair, the hair his sister Elizabeth had inherited with total accuracy, and he had a sweeter appearance- when he wasn't crying at least. But, Evan did inherit his father's eyes, gray as stone and cold as ice.

"Why should I? What're you gonna do about it huh? Cry? God you're pathetic- no wonder mum didn't stick around after you," Michael snapped, holding the Fredbear plushie Evan was currently trying and failing to reach even farther over his head, before finally setting it down on a shelf he knew Evan wouldn't possibly be able to reach.

Evan sniffled, biting his lip as the familiar sensation of tears pricked at the corners of his eyes. Michael let out a vicious laugh at the sight, as he always did when he finally got the reaction he wanted out of his brother.

"Will you two shut up! Daddy, Mike and Evan are fighting again!" as she always seemed to do at the least opportune times, Elizabeth had finally decided to leave her overly decorated room to  grace her brothers with her presence. If you could call getting both of them in trouble with their father grace, that is.

Evan flinched at the sound of his father's boots on the floor, he hadn't left his desk yet, they weren't moving, Evan could always tell when his father was moving or stationary. Michael, whether out of stupidity, fearlessness, or some combination of the two, simply crossed his arms and leaned his head to one side, adjusting the well-worn Foxy mask on his head so it wouldn't hit his shoulder.

The Afton children waited for a few moments, Elizabeth pressing her fists to her hips and looking proud of herself for ratting out her brothers again, Michael with that same expression of teenage malice, and Evan balling his hands into fists and rocking back and forth to keep his mind off the idea of making any noise despite his tears.

Finally, he heard the boots drop to the floor, then start moving across it.

One, Two. . .

One, Two. . .

One, Two. . .

And there he was, just like Mike, a face of anger, Evan knew that face. They'd interrupted him while he was working, that meant worse punishments.

William Afton was not a kind man, he claimed to be in the public eye, he never left his physical scars in places the neighbors might notice, he kept up his appearances at the diner, around the customers, around Uncle Henry, but he lied a lot.

Evan wondered, often, how Henry might feel if he knew the truth. Michael wasn't subtle with his comments, Henry got onto him for it when he was caught.

But their father had yet to get caught.

"And why did I have to put down my paperwork this time, boys?" William stated plainly, Evan's gaze fell to the floor for only a split second before he felt the harsh sting of a hand on his cheek.

"Look at me when I talk to you. And stop fidgeting, it just makes you look weaker than you already are." Evan nodded, freezing his body up, it hurt to do it, he wanted to be moving something, but that would just make things worse.

"Evan's being a crybaby because he can't reach his stupid bear." Michael sneered, nodding toward the stuffed toy.

"And how did it get up there in the first place, Michael?" William asked, Michael just shrugged, unlike Evan, he didn't flinch when he got hit.

"Rooms, both of you, and don't even think about leaving before I tell you too, you'll be lucky if either of you get dinner. Elizabeth, go on and play with your toys, I'm working on something special for you," William's glare faded as his attention turned to his daughter, ever the favorite child.

Evan watched as his father turned back toward his office, and stumbled a bit when he felt something hit him square in the back. He turned to see the plush Fredbear laying on the floor, Michael already having stalked off to his room.

Evan tucked the plushie under one arm, holding it close to himself and avoiding eye contact with his sister as he brushed past her to make his way to his own room.

"My birthday's in five days, did you know that Fredbear?" Evan said, sitting on his bed, hands placed in the center, legs reaching out toward the sides. Fredbear Jr., as the plushie was supposed to be called, sat on the edge of the bed.

Aren't you excited? It's going to be so fun isn't it! the plushie spoke in a strange chipper voice, it sounded similar to the voice his father used for Springbonnie performances sometimes, but not quite the same.

"It'd be more fun if it wasn't at the diner- or with Mike." Evan scowled, it wasn't a face he made often, in fact sometimes certain expressions hurt his face, but it was the only thing he felt conveyed how horrible Michael was.

I'll be there with you the whole time! I promise said the bear.

"I guess so. . ." Evan said, fidgeting with the sleeves of his sweater.

Evan waited in his room for what felt like hours, just talking to his stuffed animals for company. Evan liked his plushies, they were his friends, they were the only people that talking too didn't feel like a chore.

"Boys! You can leave now!" William's call echoed through the household, causing Evan to flinch.

He heard Michael's rushing footsteps, they stopped just outside his door, for a while all Evan could hear was the creak of the floorboards under the pressure of Michael's stationary position just outside the door, until finally Evan heard him rush off again, laughing to himself.

Evan crept cautiously off of his bed and over to the door, reaching for the doorknob.

It didn't turn.

He tried again.

Nothing

Again

Nothing

Again again again again

Nothing. . .

Evan sank to the floor, tears welling up in his eyes again, pulling his knees against his chest and ignoring the growling of his stomach, knowing he was probably missing dinner.

What did he do this time, He locked you in your room again?

Evan nodded "mhm. . ."

Don't be scared, I am here with you. . .

Tomorrow is another day

[appleelevengreen]

2.5 hours of movie to find out snow was mad at katniss because she stole the song his ex girlfriend wrote for him. excellent film. 12/10

[scionshtola]

my fellow oc/npc ship fic writers. do you find you usually write from your oc’s pov or the npc’s pov?

[spidey-bie]

Hobie who helps his s/o take down their hair

Hobie who has wash days with his s/o (with a custom playlist just for that day too)

Hobie who loves short, mid length, and long hair

Hobie who helps you cut your hair or find some who can if you decide to do a big chop

Hobie who helps you retwist your dreads or wicks

Hobie who helps his s/o take down their braids/crochets/etc.

Hobie who loves making you charms for your hair.

Hobie who will shave your hair if you ask him to

Hobie who will steal the hair supplies that you need because both of you refuse to pay all that money

Hobie who loves it when you switch up your wigs

DO YOU SEE MY VISION HERE

[autisticlancemcclain]

“C’mere, squirt.”

The great pine forests of East Texas have been, for the most part, miraculously spared of Empire destruction. The American Southwest was largely destroyed, along with countless other hugely important geographic landmarks on Earth, but East Texas — and all the memory it holds — seems to have fared just fine.

They will rebuild, anyways.

His son straightens immediately at Keith’s gentle beckoning and toddles over, climbing on top of his bent knee. He smiles softly, placing a balancing hand on his back — his palm spans the entirety of the kid’s back, holy shit, he’s so tiny, how was Keith ever placed in charge of something so tiny — and uses the other to point at a brown smudge high up in a Loblolly. Cory squints. Out of the corner of his eye, Keith sees Lance press his hands to his face and muffle a scream. Goober.

“That’s a red-tailed hawk,” he murmurs. “That’s the bird you hear in movies.”

Cory hums in understanding, although he probably doesn’t. They don’t watch a lot of movies. Keith once read about how detrimental screens are for developing children in one of Shiro’s many parenting books, so they don’t watch a lot of T.V. (Back when Cory wasn’t even with them yet, and Keith was panicking nightly. Lance had to fish all their devices from the garbage. It was a time.)

“Caw,” says Cory sagely. Keith snorts.

“Yes, buddy. Caw. If you sit real still, the bird might even move.” He hears the echo of his father’s voice, decades old, in the back of his mind; a memory, frayed at the edges, of Keith in this very forest, held in the same way he’s holding his own son, listening his Pa quietly name all the birds and rocks and trees. Hanging on his every word, even though he didn’t get it all. The smell of the pine trees, the rumble of Pa’s low voice. He swallows the lump in his throat, brushing a kiss into Cory’s hair. “That’d be cool, huh?”

Cory babbles something Keith can’t understand. A sticky hand comes up to pat Keith on the cheek, making him smile despite the sting of his eyes. “Daddy, caw. Birdie! Caw.”

Keith turns his head to press a kiss to Cory’s palm. He giggles. Keith wiggles his eyebrows, blowing a raspberry, just to make him laugh harder. The pain in his chest begins to loosen, ever so slightly.

He catches Lance’s gaze over Cory’s head, and takes the time to memorize his dark eyes all over again. Lance lets him. He always does, even though it makes him blush and fidget, lets Keith trace his thumb along his lash line and study the flecks of Earth brown and ash black in his eyes, of sun gold and deep amber; he likes Keith’s attention on him as much as he refuses to admit it.

That’s Lance, though. Tries with every inch of him to be cool and mysterious and suave and can’t manage to save his life. His twitchy enthusiasm sparks in everything he touches, no matter how hard he tries.

When he started digging through Keith’s collection of atlases and running around the house with stacks of blankets and sleeping bags and camping supplies, Keith had said, “Planning something, sweetheart?” and Lance had stuck out his tongue and responded, “Blah blah, nosy.” But Shiro had texted him to let him know that Lance had asked for Keith’s old photos, and one day Keith caught him with a bulletin board and dozens of pins of pictures of pine trees and booking receipts and dorky sticky notes until Lance screeched and kicked him out.

Lance is bad at secrets. And he is a dorky and kind weeper who loves to do anything but mind his own business and muddle things up.

And Keith knew that all when he married him, and loved him for it then, too.

“Hey, mijo,” Lance suggests, “how would you like to sit on daddy’s shoulders so you can see the birdies better?”

Cory gasps, looking rapidly between his parents. He bounces excitedly in Keith’s lap, attempting his own cawing noises, pointing up at the nest.

Keith smiles wider, quickly swiping under his eyes before straightening. He shifts his hold on Cory and winks at his husband, who rolls his eyes in fond understanding, and then his tilts the boy back until he’s giggling, leaning in close until their noses are brushing.

“Munchkin,” he says, playfully nipping the tip of his nose, “you know how you can get even closer to the birds?”

Cory gasps. “How, Daddy, how?”

Lance chuckles. When Keith glances over at him, his smile is so wide it forces his eyes near shut. Keith’s chest aches, it aches so good, and the little Keith that lives in his chest holding himself tightly and swallowing past the perpetual lump in his throat is soothed and comforted and held lovingly. Something cracks and heals in his heart.

“Like this!” Keith shouts through all the emotions bubbling up all over him, and tosses his son in the air, careful not to go too high out of his reach.

Cory shrieks with laughter, tiny fingers scrabbling for purchase on Keith’s jacket on his way down. Keith hardly lets him settle before he’s tossing him up again, higher this time, laughter louder and squealing. The bird has long since flown away, disturbed by the sound, and probably every other animal within a thirty foot radius. But Keith can’t bring himself to care. The bugs can’t move far, and no doubt Cory will want to dig around for worms with his Papa like always. (Keith knows for a fact that Lance has three spades in his backpack and several see-through containers.)

For now, he has time to toss his son in the air. He has time to lean into the hand his husband slides into his back pocket. He has time to smell the pine trees, to think of his father, to feel the bounce of packed Earth under his feet.

To the tiny him that lives buried in his chest, he whispers, we made it, ace.

———

keith and cory in the forest

[thoughtkick]

Just be you... 'cause that's good enaugh for me!

Cory Monteith

[stay-close]

Just be you... 'cause that's good enaugh for me!

Cory Monteith

[witchcraft-in-wonderland]

Minecraft Diaries: The Descended

"I know ma I know- no going out into the woods and be back before curfew- it's just the movies! It's not like I'm going on a camping trip or something!" Cori Irenia was nineteen years old, still living with their mother, and quite frankly very annoyed at the sheer level of helicopter parent they were dealing with.

"I'm just trying to keep you safe dear! You never know what's out there after all," Hyacinth Irenia was a timid woman, she behaved in ways that gave the impression of a petrified rabbit. An ironic mentality, considering her child's penchant for rabbit-themed clothing, mostly in the form of black or purple hoodies with rabbit ears. Cori could never understand the mentality their mother embodied, but then, they also hadn't ever been allowed outside of their comfy life in a two bedroom apartment.

"I know- I'll be back before ten, I promise, love you ma, I'll see you later," Cori had run out the door before their mother could stop them or respond, barely acknowledging their mother's timid wave.

Cori hadn't been lying of course, they did go to the movies that day, their friends Ophelia and Porter had been, unfortunately, waiting a very long time for them.

"Finally got away from mama bear?" Porter joked, raising his hands in a claw-like pose and making a poor imitation of a bear's roar.

"Porter! Enough, you know Miss Irenia just wants Cori to be safe, that's not a bad thing." Ophelia chided, elbowing him in the stomach.

"Ow! Hey I was just joking around! Cori knows I didn't mean anything by it." Cori let out a laugh and nodded in agreement.

"Ugh- whatever let's just- get to the movie." Ophelia rolled it's eyes, making its way toward the movie theater entrance.

Cori's mother never liked how close the movie theater was to the woods on the outskirts of O'Khasis City, but it was the only place to get the experience, so she, reluctantly, let them go. However the movie theater was one of the few places that Cori could understand their mother's doubts, they often felt a strange. . . presence.

But today would be the day they would face that fear, as Ophelia and Porter had both finally been convinced to join them in exploring the outskirts. Today would be the day that, after the movie, they would finally go into the woods that the O'Khasis police force seemed so intent on blocking off.

"Tasers?"

"Yep,"

"Food and Water?"

"All good!"

"Maps?"

"Ready for making!"

"Then into the forest we go," Cori stated, pulling up the hood of their black rabbit hoodie-dress.

The three of them stuck to the shadows as they made their way toward the canopy of trees just outside the city. There wasn't a sound to be made, even with the oddly sparse offense presence just before the sprawling city streets narrow into a dark and foggy forest.

"Some say this forest used to be mostly ocean y'know, like the land itself has changed, spawned anew somehow," Ophelia said, giving the woodlands an awed once-over.

"That's crazy- a world can't just change at random like that- what next, I can punch trees to get wood now?" Porter said with a laugh.

"Well we've never tried to punch a tree before have we?" Cori said, proceeding immediately to wind up a fist and drive it into a nearby tree. . .

Which, as it would happen, spontaneously collapsed. The three stood their, dumbstruck, Cori looked down at their knuckles- not a single drop of blood to be seen.

Unlike Porter who, upon his hypothesis being proven correct, had decided to perform a retest- with. . . much less successful results.

"Porter! Oh you stupid- if Cori jumped off a bridge would you!."  Ophelia said, shaking it's head in exasperation.

"If Cori can knock a tree down in one punch without bloody knuckles than yeah I'd jump off a bridge with them," Porter said, clearly trying to ignore his obviously bloody knuckles.

"I don't recommend that- I- don't even know how I did this. . ." Cori muttered.

Ophelia finished bandaging Porter's injured knuckles, and the trio continued on further into the woods.

Further. . .

And further. . .

And. . .

"CORI AZALEE IRENIA!" Cori froze at the sound of their mother's angry shouts, their mother rarely sounded so furious.

"O-oh uh- hi- mom-" Cori seemed frozen to the spot, their limbs couldn't move, their eyes didn't leave the furious frame of their mother.

"I knew it I knew it I KNEW you were going to go out into the woods- what were you thinking! And bringing these two! They've already been injured! I expected more from you." Cori felt their lip quivering, they hated crying in front of their friends.

"Well I- we-" Cori couldn't seem to muster any words to defend themself. Luckily, or unluckily for them, they didn't have to. A strange shadowy figured appeared behind their mother, who turned around as she noticed her child's eyes widen, face going sickly pale.

"Run. All three of you- Run. Get to the ruins of Phoenix Drop as soon as you can- keep heading north." Cori only had a few seconds to give their mother a worried glance before the three of them finally made a break for it.

"Phoenix Drop? That's not even a real place!" Porter said, clearly baffled.

"Yes it is! I've seen it! In my dreams!" Ophelia shot back.

"I. . . I think I know where it is- I know what she wants me to find-" Cori said, looking between their two friends and then turning their attention straight forward.

"There! Straight ahead!" Cori said, pointing to a white blurry shape in the distance.

"It. . . looks like some kind of statue. . ." Ophelia said, now almost equally as confused as Porter.

"It is. . . of a woman, Lady Irene, Lord Aphmau. . ." Cori said, kneeling down in front of the plaque at the base of the statue.

"Irene. . . that- that sounds like your last name. . ." Ophelia said, shifting it's feet in the grass.

"Exactly like yours, child. . ." a chill went down the hooded child's spine as they got back to their feet, turning to see the same shadow from before.

"I am not here to hurt you. . . yet, it wouldn't be as fun when you've only just started your journey, but know this, you have many enemies young one, enemies who's pasts lie far beneath the earth, they will come for you, they will all come for you. Your bloodline is stained with the blood of friends and foes alike, they will not be so keen on leaving you to rest. Beware the living, respect the dead, and perhaps you will not suffer the same fate as those before you." the shadow dropped something large that made a sickening cracking and squishing sound as it landed. It was with a horrified sense of unease that Cori realized that they were looking at their mother's body, drained of life, nearly skin and bones save for the now all to obvious muscular system within.

The trio didn't go back to the city, how could they? If that. . . thing. . . was looking for them. Hyacinth's body was buried, and a marker was placed using remnants of tree branches from trees Cori had knocked over. They'd managed to place the trees strategically enough that a structure of some sense could be built up, giving the three shelter as they processed the information they'd just learned.

"So you're. . ." Ophelia and Porter spoke at the same time, unusual for the two of them.

"The descendant of Lady Irene. . ." Cori responded, voice barely above a whisper.

Just what that entailed. . . their understanding of had only just begun to develop.

[magentamedicines]

What's in the Dark (Pt.3)

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Evan had always hated school, he had a good reason for it, everyone there was just as mean as everyone at home. What was the point of leaving the house if everything was always the same regardless?

"Alright kids, find a partner for today's art project," Evan was barely concentrating on what the teacher was saying, how could he when he was too busy being pelted by spitballs from the back of the class?

"Last one left has to pair with the loser," Evan didn't recognize the sneering voice from across the room, but he didnt care to figure it out, all his classmates sounded the same anyway, exactly like his brother.

So Evan waited, and since his class was an odd number of students, eventually he was left by himself.

Well, mostly by himself- he always had Fredbear Jr. of course. Most of his classmates though the bear was creepy, it had a weird smell, it was always watching somebody, but Evan didn't mind, he thought it was quite rude for everyone else to judge the bear because they didn't like Evan.

"Evan? Aren't you going to join another group?" Miss Vallerie was a nice woman, she had black hair that was always pulled into a tight bun and she always wore the color blue, Evan liked her a lot, but she didn't seem to notice much.

"All the groups are full, I'm gonna work alone," Evan said plainly, already grabbing for a box of crayons.

"Alright, let me know of you change your mind," Miss Vallerie sighed, turning away.

Art time was Evan's favorite time of the day, he was pretty sure that was the only thing he and Michael would ever have in common, but Michael was never very nice with Evan's drawings.

Then again, Michael was never very nice about anything relating to Evan.

Which was why he hated the fact that it was always Michael that picked him and Elizabeth up from school to take them to the diner.

But, at least the diner had something the house and the school didn't, somewhat decent food.

"Thank you Uncle Henry," Evan muttered as he started on a slice, laughing slightly as his uncle ruffled his hair.

"Anything for my favorite customers, I'll see you later little buddy," Henry said with a chuckle before disappearing off to the back.

Evan watched him leave for a while before turning to the coloring sheets Henry had placed on the table for him.

He'd gotten so engrossed in his coloring in fact, that he'd completely missed when his brother and sister left the diner for home.

"Mike? Lizzie? Dad?" Evan looked around, rather frantically, for any sign of his family members.

He left without you. He knows that you hate it here. You are right beside the exit. If you run, you can make it. Hurry- run toward the exit.

Evan stood frozen for a few moments, not quite sure what to make of Fredbear Jr.'s instructions, then he thought perhaps he could make one last try for the stage, that perhaps his father was performing.

NO! Do you remember what you saw? The exit is the other way! Hurry and leave!

Evan stood petrified at the shadows on the walls of Fredbear and Springbonnie, their movements were mechanical, there wasn't anyone wearing the suits on stage right now.

Finally, Evan managed to move back toward the exit, glancing to the side to finally see his father, he was helping someone into one of the suits, whoever it was looked tired, like they were falling asleep.

Evan thought about calling for him, but his father looked angry- bothering him when he was angry at work was even worse than just bothering him at work.

It's too late. Hurry the other way and find someone who will help- you know what will happen if he catches you.

But when Evan turned back toward the exit he was met with something much more terrifying, another big yellow bear with too many teeth staring down at him.

And Evan felt that same familiar trembling sensation, a quiver in his lip, and tears began to fall from his cheeks.

"Evan! Charles- go back to greeting the other customers, I'll handle this," Evan's tears subsided into sniffles at the sound of Henry's voice, and at the disappearance of that terrifying bear creature.

"Shh shh- I gotcha little buddy, where's your brother?" Henry asked, picking Evan up and holding him on one side so his head could rest on Henry's shoulder.

"Left without me- Lizzie too. . ." Evan said quietly, his voice already hoarse.

"I see- how about I ask Will if I can drop you off myself then?" Henry said, Evan's eyes widened, he shook his head frantically.

"Can't bother dad at work- busy busy busy-" Evan muttered, Henry frowned slightly.

"Alright, well then how about you stay with me in my office while I fill out paperwork?" Evan just nodded, already falling asleep from emotional exhaustion.

The scolding he got from his father wasnt quite as bad as two days prior, but the fact that Michael had barely been punished for leaving him behind certainly hadn't helped matters.

"I knew I should've just walked home. . . If it happens again I'm just gonna run for it." Evan muttered.

Tomorrow is another day. . .

[dazai-on-my-mind]

Do they have sex? No. Do they share rooms? Also no. Does Chuuya still find Dazai wandering into his bed in the middle of the night? Yes. (Dazai denies this ever happening.)

[scionshtola]

i want to kiss you until i lose my breath

i cannot thank @harumeau beloved enough for this gorgeous art!! based on a scene from a fic of mine (x)

[spidey-bie]

I find it hard to believe that Hobie buys anything for you. He says it's because he doesn't want to be a cog in the capitalistic machine he's broke. If he can make it himself he will. But if you want something from a big chain store he'll just steal it. He always supports small businesses and mom and pop shops when he can.

[resqectable]

Just be you... 'cause that's good enaugh for me!

Cory Monteith