I Love How His Expression Doesn’t Even Change

writing a letter to his mom

Sophie: *trying not to laugh*

*Sophie playing Chandelier by Sia for her friends*

Keefe grinning.

Fitz: What?

Keefe grins harder.

Fitz: It was one ti-

━"How To Summon A Demon For Dummies"

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Summary:

The supernatural wasnt real. Magic was a cheep party trick; all smoke and mirrors to con people out of their money. Demons were a myth created by parents to scare little kids into eating their vegetables.

That's what (Y/n) thought. Untill they were caught up with a demon of their own, who dead set on getting his way.

━Notes: The beginning of something dark

━Song: "Empty Hallways" By Steve Gabry

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four

(Y/n)s fingers hurt.

The fact that someone was leaning over their shoulder munching on some brand name chips didn't make this research any easier.

For the past half hour the free-lance artist had been silently typing away at an old keyboard clogged with food crumbs and flecks of paper. Using their life long friends computer wouldn't normally be their first choice, but seeing as they had stayed longer into the night than planned it looked like (Y/n) didn't have a say in it.

They cringed lightly as Alex swallowed a mouth full of food right next to their ear; presumably to ask a question.

"Remind me exactly why you're using Wikipedia of all places to look up whatever the hell this is." (Y/n) didn't have to look up to know that her muddy blue eyes were staring at what they were typing into the computer.

"It's a commission." They responded shortly. Alex raised an eyebrow waiting for them to go on.

"I got a dm on discord. Someone wants me to do a full body of their oc or whatever and I had to do some research on what species their oc was." (Y/n) continued, clicking on the enter button as they finished their sentence and scanning the results that came up. "No other websites had information on what I was looking for so I turned to Wikipedia."

Alex snorted and backed up. Heading to her messy couch, she flopped on it and snatched the remote.

"Ah yes. Wikipedia. The place where weirdos and crazies hang out. Should be perfect for you." She said all of this in a sardonic voice, pressing some rubber buttons on the remote in her hands to pull up a video. (Y/n) meerly huffed out a slight smile. Playfully flipping them off without looking they retorted.

"Just becuase I became an artist instead of starting a tattoo shop with you doesn't make me a weirdo."

"It was our dream job though (Y/nnnnn)!" Alex whined. They just chuckled and scoured the shitty website more as she surfed the internet.

(Y/n) heard Alex let out a small gasp of excitement as well as say something along the lines of 'he uploaded!' Only after they heard the loud and sadly familliar words 'top of the mornin to ye laddies!' did a groan escape their lips.

"Really Alex? This guy again? All you watch anymore is him. Hell you even drink the coffee he sells, and you hate coffee." With a grumble they added the last part in hopes that their friend would pause the video to argue with them. At least then they could get some work done without the t.v screaming at them from behind. But she meerly shushed them and settled into the stained couch with a giddy grin.

Sighing, they tried to ignore the sounds of a sharp Irish voice from behind and the sound affects of some random video game.

Not but two minutes of listening to that God awful video had passed before they sighed in relief. At least they had found what they were looking for.

"A glitch demon." They read aloud to themself quietly. "An entity that lives and feeds on the internet, often appearing unstable and like its name suggests; a glitch."

As they read more and more, it got less interesting. You could tell this article had been written and edited by someone with less than average vocabulary and it made for a very annoying read. The only part that stuck out was a bolded paragraph in italics, practically begging to be read. Summoning The Entity- was the subtitle that hung over it boldly. That grabbed their attention fairly quick.

The words were forien and complicated to (Y/n)s curious eyes. So much in fact they felt the urge to sound it out as a pathetic attempt to understand it better.

Besides, how real could these things really be.

"Πείτε αυτά τα λόγια και θα ακολουθήσετε. Μόνος σου δεν υπάρχει πλέον δυνατότητα. Παρακολούθησε και ακολουθούσε από οθόνη σε οθόνη. Θα συναντήσεις τη μοίρα σου με μια κραυγή."

It was a strange language. One that they wernt entirely sure was real; not even to mention if they read it right. And while it left them confused, the attention of Alex from behind them had finally been grabbed.

"What are you reading there buddy." She asked with a mix of caution and curiosity. They waved a hand signaling her to come over without taking their eyes off the screen.

"I found what I was looking for." They worked some saliva around in their oddly dry mouth. "The article on glitch demons 'member? Yeah and there was a summoning part. Wanted to see what it sounded like aloud."

Looking away from the screen for the first time in a while to find Alex looking at then with worried eyes, neither adults noticed the glowing white screen fritz out into a green pattern before going back to normal.

The pair proceeded to share a look and have a silent conversation. Alex had always believed in the strange myths that came from the crumpled pages of musty books. (Y/n) was always more of a no nonsense person, dismissing those claims of UFOs and magic as the incoherent ramblings of a crackhead on the street corner.

"It's says here glitch demons, if summoned, can follow someone by electronics kept on one's person (Y/n)."

Alex had turned her attention back to the computer. Reading aloud, their face was set in a grave look that (Y/n) had to resist the urge to roll their eyes at.

"So you're telling me satan's gonna follow me home through me discord." They deadpanned, cutting off their friends words before they could speak again. "Alex you do realize these articles are written by thirteen year olds with an obsession for the paranormal right. This shit is about as real as the ninja turtles you had a crush on in the third grade."

Ignoring the comment made about the fictional vigilantes she had been infatuated with as a child, Alex huffed at (Y/n). She went on a small rant about how this wasn't a laughing manor and that they should be legitimately worried.

(Y/n) managed to calm them down by promising to turn off their phone when they took the bus home that night. It was enough to get her to stop lecturing them, so they took that as a sign to log off the computer and walk to the kitchen.

"Come on. Let's have a drink or two. I think after today we both deserve it."

As the night went on and many glasses were filled to the brim, their phone lay by the computer.

Every once in a while it would glow green.

They woke up with a splitting headache and aching body.

Blinking through an eyeful of crust and bright light, (Y/n) eventually managed to look at their surroundings with a low groan. Everything was sore all over. Like they had jogged twenty miles before getting home last night.

While dirty clothes clung to sweaty skin, they used their elbow to prop their form up on the slightly messy bed. Hair stuck up in every which way as evidence of a good night's sleep.

How exactly did they get home last night? (Y/n) vaugly remembered a lone bus ride home with droopy eyelids and breath that reeked of wiskey. Thanks to their appearance they has gotten their own corner on the bus- no one wanting to sit within three seats of the drunk mess.

Slightly wincing at the memory, they sat up. One thing that stuck around from last night's escapades, besides the clothes on their back, was the aftertaste of hot alcohol in their mouth.

Smacking thier lips together the bleary eyed artist stood up and made a slow beeline out of their room and to the bathroom down the hall. They really had to get out of these clothes.

The shower they indulged themself in didn't take long; nor did the hygienic routine after. Just a simple scrub n brush and they were already strolling back into their room with wet hair feeling ten times better.

While in the shower they had remembered how they neglected to turn off their phone when traveling home last night, but shrugged it off. It was simply to ease Alex's mind anyways, and if she didn't remember the promise what was the harm in ignoring it.

A towel rested upon their barely clothed shoulders when they approached their bed, catching any stray droplets that dared fall from tangled locks. Closing their eyes to ruffle the damp mess of hair, their ears perked up.

It was quiet.

Way too quiet.

(Y/n) brought their movements to a still so they could look around. They hadn't noticed it in their slightly hungover haze, but it seemed that the power was out.

Fans had stopped running their usual white noise, something that hit them hard in the midst of the summers morning. That was the first thing they noticed.

Then it was the black face of their monitor staring back at them.

With a string of small 'shit shit shit shit shit shit's making its way from their lips, they scrambled over to their drawing tablet. As an artist that worked from home doing odd jobs here and there, all of their work was on that goddamn computer. And if they didn't save every last piece of art- well you could kiss that much needed cash goodbye.

After pressing down on the power button hard enough to leave an imprint of the companys logo on their thumb, (Y/n) waited with an anxious demeanor for it to start up.

The feeling that coursed through them after seeing the start up screen beginning to run its usual course was akin to coming up for air in a pool.

If I'm being honest though I think the thing that threw them off was the small green hello that popped up instead of a lockscreen.

(Y/n) blinked once. You could argue it was from the water droplets that were still cascading down their face, but more realistically it was becuase of the five small neon letters looking at them

I think what put them off more was the fact it seemed to be waiting for a response.

With much trepidation, they typed back.

h̷e̴l̵l̸o̵

what's this

n̴o̸ ̴n̷e̸e̴h̷d̸ ̶t̸a̵ ̷b̶e̶ ̷s̴o̸ ̴h̸a̶r̴s̶h̸ ̸d̷o̸l̶l̶

Furrowing their brows together slightly at the weird way of typing, the questioned this unknown stranger about it.

what's with the font

ā̶̹c̸͔̒c̶̡̣̾͂ȩ̸̮̾n̵̟͆t̷̫̲̓

who are you

i̷m̶m̸a̸ ̵b̷i̶t̷ ̵h̷u̶r̵t̴ ̴y̵e̷ ̵d̴o̴n̸'̷ ̸r̴e̷h̵m̷e̶m̴b̸e̸r̷ ̴m̸e̶.̶ ̴y̸a̸ ̶d̵i̸d̵ ̶c̵a̶l̴l̴ ̷f̶e̴r̶ ̷m̴e̶ ̴a̶f̷t̷e̴h̴r̶ ̸a̶l̵l̵ ̷(̵y̸/̶n̸)̷ ̷

how do you know my name

The past few minutes of pure silence was interested by (Y/n) clutching the end of their work desk so hard they heard a shrill creak. Despite audible proof of the strain on the furniture they didn't let up untill the three dots behind 'they are typing' ceased to a hault.

c̶u̸t̶e̷.̴ ̷i̸l̴l̶ ̷c̶a̷t̵c̵h̸ ̴y̸e̷ ̸a̶r̵o̴u̷n̴ ̸l̷a̵s̸s̷.̷ ̸y̴o̸u̴l̴l̶ ̷s̷e̴e̷ ̶m̵e̶h̶ ̶s̵o̶o̵n̸ ̶e̷n̶o̸u̸g̷h̵ ̸

And with that the screen resumed to its normal state. Seconds later the power came back on with it.

Despite the regular noise of their everyday life starting back up again (Y/n) didn't move. They just kept staring wide eyed at their screen as if something was about to jump out of it.

"Well fuck. Maybe those crackheads are right."

Finally done. This took like five hours. You bastards better like it /lh

dang that’s actually a good beat though

“Bang!” with every second beat removed

*all the keefe fangirls start wearing them too*

Tam: wtf

Tam: What the H-E-double FUCK are you wearing Keefe

Keefe, wearing a fluorescent yellow trench coat with rhinestones stuck all over it to spell “too cool for u” and crocs with demon butterflies doodled on them: Starting a fashion movement

*smoosh*

*outraged bird noises*

do you ever just think what if i stab myself with this fork but you dont actually wanna do it you just think it ya feel me

Lucky 7 cow reblog for good luck

have you ever looked up the definition of a word you don’t know and it just gives you another word

like ????? I don’t know what gasconade means, do you really think I know wtf rodomontade means???

SakuAtsu Hurt/Comfort

It was already a bad day when Atsumu woke up. He didn't get enough sleep, he throat was hurting, and Omi wasn't there. He had slept at his own place last night, he had a dinner with his parents who were visiting so they were staying with him

He barely ate any of his breakfast, feeling nauseous as he tried and when he got to practice, he was late and forgot to bring his practice gear so he was stuck using the spare gear that was too baggy on him. The one ray of light he had was when Omi walked into the locker room

And kissed his forehead, as if he knew what was going on in Atsumus head. He stayed near Atsumu through warm up and whenever he could during practice. Atsumus breaking point was at lunch. First it started with Hinata shaking his leg as he waited for Kageyama to text him back, causing a repeating clicking on the table. Then he could hear the buzzing from the lights. And finally it was Bokuto chewing loudly on his lunch. His mouth wasnt open, but Atsumu could hear

Every chew, the swallowing. Atsumu tried to distract himself from it, tried to focus on Omi who was playing with his hair absent-mindedly. But it was all too overstimulating. The string finally snapped when someone's phone vibrated on the metal benches. "Shut up, shut up, just shut up, stop talking, stop eating, stop breathing!" The gym went to completely silent, the only constant was Omi's hand in his hair, and even that was too much for him right now. "Tsumu?" "Atsu, are you okay?" The questions just made it worse, guilt

Eating at him. He knew, he knew it wasn't their fault. They weren't doing anything. They were living their life, doing normal things. But it was too much for his brain right now. His heart was beating fast and he knew he was going to say something that would hurt them. So he just stood up, brushing Omis hand out of his hair and he stormed into the locker room, trying and failing to not slam the door behind him and he just grabbed his stuff from his locker, not bothering to change. He was gone before they got to the locker room. He wanted to throw his phone away as it blew up as he sat in the taxi to take him to his apartment. Walking would have been too stimulating and the old man driving was playing music on low, which helped him disassociate. When he got out, he thanked his driver and rushed

Into his apartment building he was hit with the sound of a kid crying and someone going through their change. Atsumu wanted to scream and cry all at once, his anxiety flaring up just as quickly as his anger. The last shred of sanity he had was used for the entire elevator ride

And walk to his apartment. When he got inside, he closed his door quietly, not bothering to turn on any lights and he closed all his blinds, making his apartment as under-stimulating as possible. He knew he'd have to apologize to the team tomorrow. He knew they didn't deserve

Him yelling at them, at leaving practice without a single word. But right now, he couldn't do that. He cried in the shower, his brain not able to shut off as the sound of the water hitting the floor reached his ears. Two hours later, when he was hiding in his room, did he hear

The lock on his apartment door turning slowly, quietly. He had calmed down by then, now he was just left with guilt and shame. "Atsu, can I come in?" Omi's voice was soft as he quietly tapped with his knuckle on Atsumus bedroom door. "Yea, you can come in"

He winced at the worried look on Omi's face. He didn't like making Omi worried, making him anything other than happy. He had his head tucked in between his knees when Omi sat down on the bed next to him and a tentative hand touching his back. Omi's hesitation made Atsumu's dam

Break open and he started crying, falling onto his side, into Omis arms. "O-omi im- I'm sorry. It- it was too much fer me. Tha sounds wouldn't stop I couldnt- I couldn't /not/ hear them." Omi knew about his Misophonia, this wasn't the first incident Atsumu had had. "I'm sorry I wish- I wish I were normal I wish my brain didn't focus on tha sounds. I'm sorry I'm s-so broken" Atsumus was crying hard when Omi tightened his grip on him, adjusting him so he could see his face. Atsumu tried to hide when he saw the pain in Omis eyes but

Omi was having none of it. "Atsumu never say you're broken ever again. Never say you're not normal. I love you, I love your brain. I love everything about you. Please my love look at me?" Atsumu made himself meet eyes with Omi, made himself see that there was someone who loved

Him. "No one is mad at you, the team, they're all worried about you. I told them what happened, I told them you didn't mean what you said. They're giving you space today but tomorrow they're going to be at practice to support you. They love you Atsumu. /i/ Love you."

Atsumu hiccuped, bringing his hand to wipe his face and he nodded when Omi repeated 'you are perfect the way you are and you are loved' That night was a quiet night for them, Omi read his book aloud, Atsumu texted the team that he was sorry and would apologize in person tomorrow

When he woke up the next day, Omi was there. It was a better day. The moment they stepped into the locker room, Atsumu's eyes widened when he saw the whole team there waiting for him "Tsum-Tsumu I'm so sorry I didn't know that chewing affected you!!" "Tsumu were not mad!!"

Bokuto and Hinata were the first the come up to him, and Atsumu bowed his head to them, causing looks of surprise. "I'm sorry guys, yesterday was a bad day and I took it out on you. I'm sorry" "Aww Tsumu it's okay!!! Omi explained your miso..misophonia to us yesterday!"

"We researched it more after he left practice. We know that we can't completely circumvent the possibility of you having another bad day, but we can try and help when it does happen, so you don't feel so alone." Meian came up and patted Atsumus shoulder and he looked up at his

Team, his family, and a watery smile was growing on his face "Tsumu don't cry!!!" He felt arms wrap around him as the team came together for a group hug around him and Atsumu couldn't help but cry more "I'm sorry guys I'm just- I'm just so overwhelmed by happiness"

"We love you Tsum-Tsum. And we're here for you!!" When they broke apart and started getting ready for practice, Omi gave him a forehead kiss and then kissed both his ears before kissing his lips softly. "You are loved and you are perfect just the way you are"