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where we meet. (e.w.)
when ur a monsterfucker n its kinktober lol am i right guys
*silence*
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thank u 4 the pointers baby :3 ilysm @elliesbelle
wc;cw: 17.8k, baker!oc, demon!ellie, HEAVY ANGST [mentions underage drinking + alcoholism + drunk driving + car accidents + death], ocâs an eldest daughter⊠yeah, HORROR? [gore + animal death/mutilation? + vomit + idk scary shit like blood n stuff], SMUT!!!!![HEAVY DUBCON + sexual tension + ellie shape shifts LOL + her tongue is barbed and forked and long like a fruit rollup + blood drinking + fucking outside HAHA + splash of sadism + edging + tentacles WOOO THIS BITCH IS SHAKING THE TABLE!!! + pain kink + spit but venomous + lots of cum/squirting + anal/d!p + err restraint? + oral + crazy size kink + dirty talk + masturbation? + dumbification/mind break + dacryphilia + burning/marking
âAlright, my love! A dozen red velvet cupcakes, four slices of carrot cake, and ten brownies!âÂ
You handed two large brown bags filled with desserts over to your favorite regular, Roxanna, âI threw in two complementary cannolis, donât tell Hattie, please!â You whispered.Â
The older woman laughed, turning to depart with the sweet treats, âShe ainât getting a word outta me. Thank you, baby. See you soon.âÂ
âHave an amazing birthday! Try not to get too rowdy on that yacht, now!â
âGirl, Iâm grown! If one of my guests show up without a bottle, they ainât gettinâ on, point blank!â You both giggled.Â
She blew you a kiss and scurried off, the small bell above the door ringing at her exit. You sighed and scurried to the back and into the kitchen, untying your apron and hanging it on the coat rack.Â
âNow, Miss Hattieâ â
âI know you ainât tryna disrupt my craft right now. You know better!â The elderly woman had her gray hairs pinned back under her hair net, practically squatting near the counter as she perfected the icing job on the three-layered wedding cake, shrouded in gold and sparkly silver. Your heart grew fonder at the slight tremble in her hands as she piped sprouts of buttercream around the cake topper.Â
Hattie, despite her stubbornness, was reason your⊠fresh start went so smoothly. Meeting her was a blessing in disguise; It was raining when you stumbled upon the old bakery she worked at years ago. Youâd just moved as far as you could from your hometown, in desperate need of a job. She turned down your desperate pleads time and time again, that is until you showed up to the shop one last time, drenched in rain, with your homemade red velvet cake.Â
Sheâd nearly cracked you with a broom herself when she saw you standing by the service stand, but you pleaded one last time, and left the foil wrapped dish on the register counter without another word. Youâd piqued her interest. Just a smidge.Â
Youâd received a call from a random number â the owner of the shopâ days later, offering you a position at the local bakery.Â
As a dishwasher.Â
Your victory didnât last long, however. Turns out your boss was a thieving bastard, cutting all the employee's earnings by a third months after you were hired. You were shocked no one shoved a piping bag up his ass.Â
Weeks later, you were out of a job. And so was Hattie.Â
⊠Did she reluctantly ask you for tips on how you made your cake that moist as you two waited for the bus, hairnets still on? Absolutely. And you shared them on the ride back to her small home.
She swiftly became your support, your right-hand man, your newfound comfort only after a few months. You silently thank the universe for her everyday; You couldnât imagine opening your spot without her with you, making sure to double â triple whatever shit pay her previous boss gave her.Â
âCâmon, Roxie just picked up. We needa head out now,â Closing was always a hassle whenever Hattie was in the zone. The extra five minutes she often requested easily turned into an hour if not regulated; Bless her heart.Â
She sighed and stretched, âAlright,â Reluctance in her tone. âYouâre lucky my grandkids are coming to see me tomorrow!â She set her piping bag down and allowed you to stroll the wedding cake into the walk-in fridge.Â
Hattie hardly ever asked for time off; You practically have to shove her out your bakery doors every Thanksgiving, Christmas Eve, New Years! The only request â demand sheâs ever made was no work on Halloween. She gave you explicit instructions when you hired her years ago: donât call my phone during the day of evil!Â
Her request threw you for a whirl at first. You assumed she was joking because what seventy-year-old woman still cares about Halloween and its lore? When she hadnât laughed with you, however, you apologized and offered her three days off for the end of October. Everyone deserves to be with their family, regardless of time of year.
You wished you had someone to call during the cozy Fall.Â
You threw yourself into work the second you got the chance. Opening your bakery a year ago was something youâd been working towards since you made your first batch of cupcakes at ten years old. You and your mother baked until your arms burned from kneading years after that, and the hobby swiftly became your down time. Your shop was small and crowded, but your name was printed on the door.Â
You never thought youâd be able to own anything after the last decade of being locked up, after the accident youâd caused.Â
That horrid day and its repercussions continues to loom over you like a dark cloud no matter where you go, filling your life with trails of dread that refuse to be washed away. You lost your family, some friends, a potential partner, and it was all because of one mindless decision during your reckless and dark teenage years.Â
To put it bluntly, you never recovered. Everyday is a struggle, but youâve managed to distract yourself with work. Your newfound friends hate that they never see you, but you beg them to accept that you're busy whenever you receive an invitation to dinner.Â
Sadly, your accomplishments are not companions, and your heart is forever vacant. Nothing â or no one â will change that.Â
No matter how many times youâve tried to reach out to your loved ones, your calls go unanswered. You came to terms with the fact that theyâll always see you as the force that destroyed their unity â the disappointment, ages ago, but your heart still longs for their affection.Â
You wake up and hope for their forgiveness everyday.Â
âYou cominâ?â
Miss Hattieâs voice pulled you from your thoughts as you silently walked her to the door, her work bag in hand and ready to go.Â
âNo, maâam. Still gotta check the inventory.âÂ
She sucked her teeth, âI coulda still been decoratingâ â
âEnough of that! Get on home!â You waved her off with a smile.Â
ïżœïżœUh huh,â She rolled her eyes and left with a nod, âSee you next week!âÂ
You waved goodbye, shutting the door fully and flipping the open sign to close.Â
You stretched your arms above your head, your achy shoulders and neck popping with stiffness. All you wanted was a fucking massage.Â
You made your way back to the kitchen, clipboard in hand, marking off products that desperately needed refilling. What kind of bakery runs out of sugar? Sugar!
The bus ride home was nauseating; You need your own car desperately.Â
You politely greeted your neighbors as they left the elevator before heading to your floor. The late afternoon sun was blooming through the hallway windows of your building. You unlocked your door, the waft of cool air from the open window in your living room brushing your skin.Â
You tossed your bag off your shoulders, and it thudded to the floor, the overworked bones in your arms cracking when you stretched them up at the ceiling.Â
The small ball of fur rubbing against your leg rejuvenated you in seconds.Â
Your cat meowed happily when you bent down to plant kisses on her head. She followed you into the kitchen as you heated the kettle on the stove, hopping onto the counter to watch you work.Â
âYou know better. Get down,â your eyes squinted.Â
She only tilted her head at you before sitting on the granite completely. You were too tired to move her.Â
Whistles erupted from the small hole in the pot minutes later. You filled your mug to the brim with the soothing herbal tea your friends gave you before heading into your bedroom.Â
You closed your blinds and undressed completely, plopping onto your blankets, taking sips from your mug as exhaustion and warmth flooded your body.Â
The last thing you remember was your cat walking all over your back.Â
THUD, THUD THUD THUDTHUDâ
Your body shook awake at the pounding coming from the entrance of your home. Anxiety surged in your gut when the loud knocks against wood came to a sudden halt, only to start up again, even more frantic and aggressive.Â
THUDTHUDTHUDTHUDâ
You kicked your blankets off and sat up, your sweaty form clinging to the sheets as you searched around your room. Everything was where it was supposed to be, but your door was wide open. You never leave your door open. Did you shut your door when you came home fromâŠÂ
Where were you before this?Â
You called for your cat once, twice, three times, but she never came. Your apartment was always quiet, but this silence⊠It was weighted, a heavy press on your chest.Â
You donât remember how you got into your living room, but your toes were digging into the soft fluff of your rugs, attempting to sketch into the floor. Even the slightest movement felt like a fight against sludge. Like trekking through the rain in drenched clothes. The knocks didnât cease, and was synced with the pounding in your ears.Â
The walls were breathing. Why couldnât you breathe? You swore you were going to throw up.Â
The painted plaster moved in waves, your door plunging in and out of its frame, back and forth like a pendulum, but you couldnât see behind it; Your toenails scratched harder into the floor. You couldnât stop staring at the door. Every nerve in your brain was urging you to run, find a place to hide, but your body wouldnât allow it. You simply stood, trapped in a cloud of distress.Â
The banging stopped and you inhaled, air finally filling your lungs. The feel of fabric beneath your toes was no longer there: something softer than hardwood. Something squishy, something sticky and wet with hair. Your nails tore into it, oddly comforted by the sensation.Â
All was quiet again, the familiar steadiness of your home calming your racing heart.Â
Until a weak, wheezing exhale came from beneath you; You nearly missed it. Your heart rate skyrocketed when you peered at your feet.Â
Your catâs neck and stomach were sliced open, her small organs pouring out of the large slit in her body. Maggots and spiders were crawling all over her, your feet completely drenched in her blood and your nails plunged deep into her decomposing skin. The insects devouring your nearly dead pet rushed up your legs at an alarming rate, tearing into your thighs like desperate rats fiending for a meal.Â
You woke up screaming.Â
âGirlâŠâ
âI donât know why that happened! Iâve never had a dream like that before!â All the lights were on in your home, your kitty purring in your lap as you stroked her comfortingly. âI know itâs late but can you come over? Iâm honestly⊠freaked out right now.âÂ
Your good friend, Celeste, exhaled over the line, â⊠Yeah,â she resigned. âGimmie ten minutes. I love you. Just⊠try to relax.âÂ
You breathed when she told you to, your head bobbing like she could see you, âOkay. I love you too.âÂ
You almost didnât want to hang up, but youâd already bothered your friend enough tonight. Itâs been a while since you two hung out together; You hope sheâs up for a sleepover!Â
Your kitty nuzzled your chin affectionately. You hoped she knew you would never hurt her.Â
âIâve never been so horrified in my life!â You spoke around the sugary spoon in your mouth. âDreams have never⊠felt like that for me. I swear, it doesnât matter how deep my sleep paralysis is! I felt like I was really,â you quickly peered around the room for your kitty, praying she couldnât hear you. âStepping on her body! My poor angel.âÂ
Celeste shoveled more ice cream into her mouth, âGirl, thatâs fucking crazy,â she assured, nodding towards your sleeping baby on the table. âJust remember that nothing actually happened. You love her and she loves you.âÂ
She continued after a heavy sigh. âBut you know me. Dreams, nightmares, theyâre all from something, and if it felt as real as you sayâŠâ Her brow arched at you. What the fuck is she talking about?Â
Her eyes rolled in exasperation, âIsnât your coworker, like⊠mad superstitious? Queen, but still. The devilâs working, girl.âÂ
You took a deep breath like she instructed a billion times over since sheâs arrived. A smirk grew on her face.Â
âPlus⊠itâs that time of year. ,â she stuck her tongue out and playfully grabbed her tits, âWe gettinâ slutty. Gotta show out for Scorpio season. I made my own costume.âÂ
Your nerves calmed at the reminder of your friends' packed weekend. Since your only true time off was during the spooky season, they always encouraged you to join them in their reckless behavior, especially during your time off. You resigned from partying a long time ago, but did indulge in the lively atmosphere from time to time during the holiday season.Â
âYouâre right,â you sighed and placed your hands over the resting ones on her chest.Â
âThank you! Take that damn chef hat off!â she scolded. âNo more business talk untilâ â
âNext week, I know,â you mocked, âAnd I donât wear chef hats, thanks.âÂ
âDonât give a shit about any of that. Iâm getting pipe tomorrow night,â Celeste fell back on the sofa, giddily kicking her feet in the air.
A hearty chuckle escaped you. Maybe youâd meet someone too.Â
You were finally able to get some restâ thank god for Celeste â and start organizing your costumes for the⊠large sum of parties they planned to drag you to.Â
You still havenât completely recovered from your nightmare two nights ago. The vivid imagery that your subconscious conjured up still gives you the ick, but for the sake of your friends, you chose not to bring it up again. You silently thanked the universe when you managed to get a full nine hours the night before.Â
Your friends managed to pull you into the Halloween spirit and take you to⊠Spirit. Despite the void stares from your friends at your costume choices, you settled on the Zelda outfit thatâd been on sale at Party City for the past two weeks. Celeste couldnât stop herself from⊠cutting your costume up and making it as revealing as possible. She opted to cut off the sleeves, sew the pants into a skirt that hugged your body way too tightly, and did your makeup how she wanted. You didnât stand a chance against her.Â
You despised how hot clubs get; You probably looked like you were melting.Â
You stayed as far away from the bar as you could, watching your friends down shot after shot as the night progressed. Your surroundings were crowded and stuffy, the bass of the DJ booth rattling from your feet all the way up to your chest. Your moves were sloppy and disoriented, but Celeste was behind you, grabbing your hips and supporting your weight.Â
Your thoughts were hazy and incoherent as your arms waved around to the beat. The music blasting in your ears turned into white noise; The environment completely entranced you, your eyes shutting at the weightlessness of your clammy body.Â
The hands behind you were suddenly grabbing tighter, yanking you closer, as you continued to dance.Â
You pushed back onto them and their arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you back, yanking you close, your clammy flesh practically melding with theirs. Their scent engulfed you, rich and deep yet distinct. Your arm wrapped around the back of their neck, pulling them down while their hands explored your hips.Â
Their lips were on your neck, your head resting on their shoulder. Something hot was stirring in the pit of your stomach the more they swayed you, the arch in your back deepening; You havenât felt wanted in so long.Â
You tried to spin to face them, but they held you still, pressing their chest into your backside. Your breaths picked up when they bit the most sensitive spot on your neck, your toes curling in your heeled boots, your manicured nails nearly chipping in your stockings.Â
Their mouth moved higher and higher, right under your ear, the hand coming up to wrap around your throat to hold you still. Your core squeezed as the grip on your neck tightened⊠and tightened⊠your airways were closing, and swiftly, the feeling was no longer pleasant. Your eyes snapped open when they didnât let up, a shocked gasp escaping your dry mouth. The moment was no longer sensual, but straining and forceful. Almost angry.Â
Your lust turned to panic instantly, your eyes bulging as your nails dug into their hands, their taut thighs, their wrist, but they didnât budge. You thrashed and shook with terror. You gasped for air and tried to push them off but it was all for naught.Â
Nobody came to help you. Suddenly all the faceless bodies around you were gone, heaps of black smoke pooling at your feet as you wailed for Celeste. The hands and lips were replaced with razor sharp claws and fangs as cold as ice against the side of your face, murmuring voices and screaming chants roaring in your ears. The former body grew monstrous, tripling in size and darkening.Â
The sensation of decaying, bloody skin was at your feet once more, fiery red ants and black widows nipping at your skin as the smoke flooded up your body, swallowing your calves, thighs, waist.Â
Weak shouts and begs for release went unheard by the force behind you. A faint whisper of your name made you sob harder; Youâre going to die, youâre going to die, youâre going to dieâ
The whisper called your name again. And again. And again, much louder and urgent. Desperate for a response but all you could do was holler for your mother.Â
One last shout of your name made you drop to the floor, all the sensations surrounding your body gone. Your crown clanked onto the vibrating hardwood as drunk clubgoers gawked at you in confusion and annoyance, Celeste and your friends staring in concern, reaching to help you up.Â
But you couldnât be touched. Any brush on your skin surged your heart to your throat. You needed to get the fuck out of here.Â
Your friends kept yelling about what happened, how they could help, but you couldnât speak. You swore you were going to vomit.Â
You pushed yourself off the hardwood and through the crowd, away from your friends, away from everyone. Your smudged makeup stained your wrists, the shouts of your name going unheard as you shoved passed security and ran into the night.Â
You didnât sleep at all that night.Â
You immediately left the club, hauled a taxi, and ran up into your apartment, double â triple checking to make sure all your doors were locked and windows were closed. You tore your costume off your body and threw it into your garbage before hopping into the shower. You desperately wanted to wash your hair, but you refused to close your eyes. The darkness when you blinked was haunting enough.Â
To put it lightly, you were fucking horrified.Â
Your body trembled under the steaming water, soft sobs escaping while you scrubbed your skin raw. Especially your shoulder.Â
Your phone rang off the hook until the sun rose, your kitty refusing to leave your lap. She never failed to comfort you in your times of need, but you barely rubbed her all night. All you could do is cry and think.Â
Your friends pounded on your door multiple times, but you refused to move from your bed. Their frantic knocking was very reminiscent of the pounding in your nightmare. You couldnât shake how real everything felt: the comfort, the desire, the destress, the pure, unfiltered terror at the imagery of you being eaten alive by darkness. If you could even call it that: imagery.Â
Imagery is not enough to describe what you experienced. You were attacked in public, and no one bothered to help you. Nobody⊠saw anything.Â
Youâre not fucking crazy.Â
Your friends were sweet enough to stop by the same afternoon with candles and lavender-scented bath bombs after your public breakdown. Their efforts at lifting your spirits didnât go unnoticed, but your thoughts kept racing, every time you shut your eyes, even for a few seconds. How the hell were you going to explain what you saw that night?Â
Despite your friendsâ skepticism, you were eventually able to convince them that you felt severely claustrophobic and the lack of air sent you spiraling.Â
⊠It wasnât a complete lie, at least.Â
You were able to get some minuscule hours of sleep after they left before it was time to prepare for your shift. Dark circles were imprinted under your eyes, your skin was dry, and your uniform was not ironed, but you were up and moving. Small victories.Â
Your hand was practically glued to your forehead in extreme fatigue, your eyes burning at the brightness of your computer screen as you checked the time. Your emails always boomed during this time of year as people prepared for the holiday season; A good night's sleep seemed even farther away now.Â
You swiftly replied to each request with your availability before grabbing your bag and keys, kissing your kitty goodbye, and running down to the bus stop.Â
You greeted every familiar face with a polite smile before entering the already packed vehicle, the beginnings of a rising sun beaming through the scratched windows. You plopped onto the only available seat â farthest away from your neighbors â with a heavy exhale, your head falling against its rest.Â
This week is going to be so gruesome for orders; You prayed Ms. Hattie was prepared for it.Â
Returning to work was just as draining as youâd assumed.Â
Your business line has been ringing off the hook all morning, people asking for dozens of gingerbread cookies and wedding cakes layered to the ceiling. You could make a nest for yourself right on the clean tiles of the kitchen and nap.Â
Youâll never know how Ms. Hattie did it: wakes up at five in the morning and moves through decorating like a walk in the park. You can barely lift your arms and itâs only hour three.Â
You whipped egg whites and sugar like your life depended on it â it did â with your landline tucked between your shoulder and ear, reciting pick-up addresses and numbers in voicemails. Youâre so fucking tired.Â
Hattie wasnât, though. Just quiet. A bit too quiet.Â
She hasnât said much since youâve arrived. She got to the shop much earlier than expected, politely saying good morning when she caught you standing by the kitchen entrance. She hasnât acknowledged you since. You tried to get some laughs out of her, but she only half-smiled before silently returning to her work.
You two continued to carefully wrap and deliver dessert-filled boxes like a well fueled machine up until the last minutes before closing. You stretched before grabbing the broom to sweep the entire shop, making your way into the kitchen where Hattie was staring off into nothing.Â
âHey, girl. I can close up, so,â you murmured, wiping the sweat off your brow.Â
She seemed to be pulled out of her trance, âOh, sorry hun,â Her head bobbed. âAre you sure youâre good on your own?âÂ
âYes, maâam,â You paused. âUmm, are you doinâ okay? You seemed⊠I dunno, quiet, I guess.âÂ
Hattie nodded, and you took it as an invitation to speak. âSomethinâ you wanna talk about? You didnât even tell me how your weekend went. Howâre the kiddos?â You asked gently, propping your broom against the wall.Â
A heavy exhale left her.Â
âI⊠Something wasâŠâ she stuttered.Â
Another deep inhale. Another lengthy exhale.Â
âSomething felt different, no?â She whispered.Â
Your brows pulled down in confusion. âWhat dâyou mean?âÂ
âThis⊠this weekend. Wasnât it different?âÂ
âUmmâŠâ you pondered. âNot really, no. Why, whatâs goinâ on?âÂ
More silence before she huffed, â⊠Nothinâ. You know how I get this time of year. Sorry, dear.â She turned and snatched her work bag off the counter before departing with a skittish nod, âSee ya tomorrow.âÂ
âW-Waitââ You tried to stop her, but the kitchen door was already slamming shut, the small ding alarming Hattieâs departure from your shop.Â
You allowed your tense shoulders to drop, snagging the broom and heading towards the front of your shop for cleanup.Â
That was odd.Â
The front door of your apartment shut and you fell back against it in exhaustion. You desperately needed a massage.Â
You stretched before pushing yourself off the door and wobbling over to your catâs area, refilling her bowl and cleaning her litter box. You clicked your tongue to lure her over to eat.Â
You called her name out when she didnât come. You snagged her filled bowl and shook it, alerting your baby to come and eat. She still didnât come. You huffed and made your way into your room; She probably took over your softest pillow again.
The bowl in your hand clattered to the floor and your screams nearly shattered your windows. Bile rose in your throat and you heaved at the scene in front of you.Â
Your beloved pet was dead. Completely mauled, her blood and organs pouring out of the giant slit that went from her throat to her stomach. Sobs wracked through you at the savage attack. The one source of comfort that you looked forward to seeing every morning and night was gone, snatched away from you in the blink of an eye. You've tried to alleviate your anxiety by suggesting that your nightmares are merely that. Dreams. Creations by your subconscious to try and solve issues that occur in your everyday life.Â
But nothing so heinous would ever cross your mind. You would never harm the precious angel who brought you healing in your times of need. Â
This wasnât a coincidence. Someone came into your home while you were away. Someone killed your baby.Â
âWeâre sorry, maâam,â the county deputy sighed, âBut there wasnât any sign of breaking and entering. You stated that everything is where you left it, correct?âÂ
âEverything wasnât where I left it,â Anger rushed through you at the officerâs dismissiveness. âMy cat was fucking fine before I went to work. Iâd never⊠put her in an environment where she could be harmed,â Tears flooded your eyes.Â
âWe understand that this was an attack done in your home. What happened hereâs definitely not normal, but we wonât be able to solve everything in one night,â He consoled, âWeâre getting a team here to investigate. I would suggest packing an overnight bag and staying with family or a friend until we get this situated.âÂ
Family. You almost broke down.Â
When you didnât respond, he interjected, âWe can also find you a room to stay in for a few nightsâ â
âNo, uh, thanks. I got it.âÂ
You dug in your pocket for your phone and dialed Celeste. He nodded and spun towards his partner who jabbered into a walkie.Â
Your friendâs tone blared through the speakers, âHiii, baby, whatâs up! I havenât heard from you in a minute.âÂ
Your bottom lip wobbled, âSorry I didnât call. Um⊠can I ask a favor?âÂ
âOf course you can. Whatâs the matter? Are you good?âÂ
The floodgates thatâd been building in your eyes overflowed, pouring down your cheeks and onto your work shirt. You wept.Â
âCan you come pick me up?âÂ
âI just feel like⊠I feel like Iâm going fucking crazy,â you whispered and picked at your fingers, âI know it doesnât make any sense, butâ â
âNah, it makes perfect sense. Youâre fucking psychic. Thatâs literally the only explanation,â your friend shook her head at you. âYou dreamt about something and it happened a couple days after.âÂ
âNone of that shit is real, Celeste.â She sighed in disappointment.Â
âItâs not real to you,â she pointed from the other side of the couch. âMy grandmomma was a witchââYou huffed and adjusted the blanket draped over your shoulders.Â
âBut, hey,â she raised her hands in defense. âI canât make you believe anything. But coming from the most superstitious bitch in town, somebody is trying to tell you something. Youâre not freaked out?âÂ
âOf course Iâm freaked out! But I'm not wasting my time thinking about some⊠fuckinâ ghostâ â
âWhat happened when we were at the club?âÂ
Your blood went ice cold. You couldnât stop the pure terror that spread across your face at the mention of that night. Youâve attempted to block⊠whatever happened out of your memory for the last couple days for your sake, but Celeste read you like a book, and you hated her for it.Â
âExactly. Are you ready to talk about it now?âÂ
âI⊠I told you what happenedâ â
âYou lied about what happened. And donât try to argue,â She leaned closer, eyes comforting. âWe tried calling out to you for so long. We thought somebody fucking⊠laced you, or something, you were so zoned out. We were this close to calling the fucking police.âÂ
â⊠What do you mean? I lost y'all in the crowd before I started dancing with somebodyâ â
Celeste shook her head, âNo.âÂ
Your throat went dry, the blood rushing to your head almost making you faint.Â
âWe tried to tell you, baby. But we didnât wanna push you to talk to us about it,â she said gently. âWe were with you the entire time.âÂ
The tightness in your chest wouldnât subside, shuddering breaths leaving your nose with every denial from Celeste. Â
âNo one else came up to us,â she whispered, âand no one danced with you.âÂ
Your head kept shaking in attempts to disprove her claims, in attempts to combat the fear that was attempting to slice you from the inside out, but deep down, you knew she was onto something.Â
Celesteâs hold sadly didnât bring comfort, but she held you close anyway, ensuring that youâre not by yourself, but all you could think about was your mother. The smile she used to give you whenever you succeeded never failed to recharge the dying battery in your back. Itâs depressing how little impact her grin has on you in adulthood.Â
The dark cloud of your past cascaded over the two of you; If she were here, your best friend wouldâve forced you into the passenger side of her fatherâs pick-up, already halfway across town by now, set to isolate. To escape.Â
âWhoever did this is incredibly strategic,â The tall detective stated with a journal in his hand, âThey didnât leave traces of anything: hair, fingerprints, nothing. Itâs almost like they never broke in.âÂ
You havenât been able to get any sleep or go to work for the last week, completely isolated inside your friendâs home. When you received a phone call from the detective assigned to your case, you caught the first bus you could and flew back to your apartment complex. You donât remember the ride.Â
Your hope plummeted at his declaration, even with his reassurance, âWeâre doing everything we can to find this person. Your safety is our number one priority.â
He gave your shoulder an encouraging squeeze, and it brought you comfort. While you werenât satisfied with their reports, you could see that he was trying. Was this your first time meeting him?Â
He seemed familiar, but you couldnât place it.Â
He stared into your eyes with a gentle grin and continued, âIf we should even call them that. Theyâre a cold-blooded, heartless fiend that needs to be taken out.âÂ
Your brows furrowed at his sudden determination, but your head bobbed in agreement. Your mind was racing but you couldnât say anything. Someone killed your baby. Did his grip on you tighten? You couldnât move.Â
âThe bastards that get away with such vicious crimes need to be put away forever,â his tone was harsh and sharp, and it made your fingers twitch. Your stomach plummeted when his smile stretched higher, his teeth shin
His other hand landed on your other shoulder. You tried to move back, but you couldnât, âS-Sirâ â
âThey need to be hung from the ceiling by their throats and slaughtered like fucking pigs! Like the worthless animals they are! ââ
His spit landed on your face at his screams. He hollered about how much he hated killers, how they were scum and deserved to be tortured. How youâŠÂ
âYou thought we forgot about what you did?â He whimpered; prior menacing smile vanished.
The bearded man in front of you was sobbing, his gaze pinning you against the wall. He didnât blink and his eyes were bloodshot, his mouth turned downward, the corners of his lips nearly touching his chin. Your eyes frantically traveled over his form, his uniform replaced with pajamas and slippers.Â
âYOUâRE A KILLER! YOUâRE A KILLER, YOUâRE A KILLER, YOUâRE A KILLER! ââ
Cursed murmurs amplified his pained shouts. Your home was melting away, the walls seeping into the floor before you dropped, the terror weakening your limbs. Your nails dug into the grass and dirt below you, panic electrifying your system.Â
The man was gone, but you were outside in the middle of the night, decomposing trees surrounding you. You tried to stand but you couldnât. You were forced to take in the scene that you wished to never see again. The one scene that your subconscious couldnât eliminate no matter how hard you tried to forget.Â
Your parents' carâ wrecked car. The vehicle was completely destroyed, the bumper and windscreen ran into a tree. You screamed and shouted but no noise left, the sinister chants resounding in your ears. The wreckage seemed to move, closer, closer, your eyes locking onto the two bodies inside completely mangled in the accident.Â
The two bodies were younger you, thrown over the dashboard and your arm twisted to an alarming degree, blood running down your head and mouth, shards of glass piercing through the skin of your bare legs.Â
You couldnât stop yourself from peering at the body beside you. You hollered for help, cried and begged to wake up, all while staring at your best friend â your soulmate, completely maimed from the waist up. It was just as brutal as you remember: her blood splattered all over the airbag, her limbs shattered and broken, large pieces of glass pierced into her skull. You were sick, you were sick.Â
Suddenly, the mantras that attempted to swallow you whole stopped.Â
Then there was laughter. Your soulmateâs laughter, but it wasnât how you remembered. It was darker, hollow, empty. Enraged.Â
Everything around you went dark.Â
Sobs tear through your throat the second your eyes open, the comforting scent of Celesteâs lavender candles intruding your senses. Your body was drenched in sweat, and you could hear your friend calling out to you, her cold hands on your face, but you couldnât think. You just screamed. Her attempts of trying to sit you up failed, your fingers hanging onto her sheets for dear life. You were paralyzed with fear.Â
Somehow, your biggest regret came to pay you a visit.Â
Your instincts finally kick in, pushing Celeste off you and bolting towards her bedroom door. She was calling for you; she even reached out to touch you, but you pushed her harder.Â
She screamed for you to stop, and you lost it.Â
âGet the fuck away from me! STOP â stop fucking touching me!â you rush out into her living room and towards her front door.Â
Shocked plastered across your friendâs face.Â
Celeste whispered your name; Why did she sound like her?
âI gotta get the fuck outta here, I canât,â heave, âI canât fucking do this, I canât, I canât â â
Distraught mumbles fled your tongue on your way out, not bothering to look back at your friend. You heard her sniffling before the door slammed shut, guilt swarming your chest, but it wasnât enough to overcast the terror ripping you open from the inside out.Â
After vomiting outside of Celesteâs apartment building, â multiple times â you took your leave. As fast as you could. You couldn't say a word to her; She desperately tried to get information out of you, but your throat felt like it would crack open at the slightest whisper. The fear youâd been trying to invalidate crashed into you all at once.Â
You fled without your belongings, only slowing when night goers surrounded you in the city.Â
Celeste has been worried sick about you this entire time, but you didnât care. You couldnât care.Â
Your steps were jerky and quick, and you kept scratching at your shoulder. You felt her everywhere. All over you, but it wasnât comforting. Not like it used to be.Â
You walked and walked, your mind racing with moments from your past: the last moments with your best friend. Your kryptonite. The scar in your shoulder was covered in fresh, red lines from your nails.Â
JUNIOR YEAR: 2012
You frantically shoved your books into your locker, anticipating the alarm that sounded for lunch. You canât wait to get the hell out of here.Â
The second it goes off, you're booking it for the door. You hoped Ellie kept her word and brought your birthday present.Â
You busied yourself in your small cubby whenever security or teachers walked by, politely greeting them with the most innocent smile you could muster. They didnât bat an eye, wishing you a happy birthday before turning the corner at the end of the hall.Â
You gave them all fake greetings until the loud tone blared through the hallway speakers, students instantly rushing out of their classrooms to head to the cafeteria. You grabbed your now empty backpack and merged with the crowd, trekking for the exit. You managed to scurry through the double doors of the school and bolted towards your parentsâ old car, ducking behind the driver's side as you waited for your best friend.Â
You texted her a few times but she didnât respond for minutes. You almost gave up and returned inside the building before two hands pinched your sides from behind. A squeal left your mouth when you whipped around. Ellie snorted at you, her arms wrapping around your neck in a tight hug. You reluctantly hugged her back.Â
HAAAPPY BIIIRTHDAAAY TOOO YOUUUâ
You shushed her shouts with a smile, Shut up! Someone might hear you.
She kissed your cheek before releasing you, No ones fucking here, relax. Open the door, her head jerked towards the vehicle.
You stealthily unlocked it and the two of you jumped in. You shoved the key into the ignition as Ellie cranked the speakers all the way up, your car rattling with bass as you two exited the parking lot and zoomed down the main street.Â
Ellie belted Cherry Waves out the window, bright laughs leaving your throats as you drove to⊠anywhere. Times like this always bring you joy; You love being around her.Â
Ditching class mightâve not been the best birthday celebration, but you were having a ball.Â
You drove until you reached the end of town. There was a small campground that you and Ellie found on your first couple drives together, and it swiftly became your little get away spot. Youâd spend hours talking, drawing, screaming at the top of your lungs until the sun disappeared and your parents demanded you come home.Â
You two raced to your designated spot by the lake, Ellieâs filled backpack slamming onto the sand, glass clattering from the inside. You mischievously eyed it, I think someone owes me a present!Â
I donât owe you shit. Iâm a good friend, say thank you, She rolled her eyes. You grabbed her hands and clumsily twirled her.Â
Thank you, Ellieee! you nearly ripped her bag apart as you inspected the contents.Â
Donât go too crazy. Remember what happened last time? her smile was light, but you could tell she was scolding you. You snickered.Â
Um, yeah. We had a ball. Help me open this, you downplayed, passing her the unopened bottle.Â
You know exactly what sheâs referring to; You mightâve drank a bit too much at your friendâs birthday dinner. And Christmas party⊠and when you all went to the fair, but it was all in good fun! Youâre young and living life; Ellieâs always a bit dramatic when she comments on your drinking.Â
Ellie snatched the bottle and opened it, taking a large swig from it before handing it back. You followed in her lead, taking three large gulps of the liquid, the burn flowing down your throat and into your stomach. Ellie pulled her speaker out of her bag and queued your joint playlist.Â
The two of you drank and sang and danced until sunset, your vision blurry and legs wobbly. Ellie was sweet enough to help you back to the car, snagging the keys from your pocket before helping you into the passenger side. You tried to talk to her, but she couldnât understand. She always looked so cute when you mumbled nonsense, wispy brows pulled down with a light smile. You felt so happy whenever she was around.Â
She drove you back home and you threw up all over your front yard. Somehow, she snuck past your parent's room without hassle, ushering you into bed. You couldnât stop laughing; Her bright smile only made you cackle louder before her hand pressed against your mouth.Â
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Ellieâs soft palms moved up and down your arm bare, occasionally squeezing your bicep. You couldnât stop smiling, goosebumps following the drag of her fingertips.
Youâre such a dork, she whispered between snickers.Â
You love me, you said much louder, but she hummed. The look in her eye was suddenly far away. You nervously nibbled at your bottom lip, your eyes dropping to her mouth. Did her lips always look this soft?
You admired every aspect of her face in silence, your index finger continuing to trace over the bridge of her nose, the apple of her cheeks, down to her chin. Ellieâs a sight.Â
Your hazy mind barely noticed the tint on her cheeks, your bedroom dimly lit by the moonlight cascading in from your window. Her eyes were glued to your mouth.Â
She inched closer, her moves subtle. You wouldâve missed it if she wasnât right there.Â
You donât know what came over you, but your mouth pressed against hers. Her lips were stiff against yours, and it made you pull away.
She didnât seem⊠happy, not how you felt. Her expression was gloomy, her eyes flashing with⊠everything and nothing at the same time. You locked up instantly.Â
You love me, Ellie⊠right?Â
Your tongue felt swollen in your mouth when you slurred.Â
Ellie didnât answer, and you held yourself up on your elbow, your brain alarming your legs to get up and leave. To abandon.Â
Ellie⊠d-do you love me?Â
O-Of course I doâ
The tremors in her voice sliced through you like a hot blade. Her confirmation was only meant to appease, your drunk brain told you. Ellie doesnât love you, not like that. Your own parentsâ love is conditional; Why wouldnât hers be?
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You were never a rebellious kid.Â
Your parents always praised you for being a remarkable role model for your younger siblings: incredible listener, studious, eager to help others. They never failed to highlight, amplify, pressure your good behavior. But their doting smiles disappeared when you failed to meet their expectations.Â
The transition from middle to high school was rough for you. Your grades suffered and you were surrounded by other kids you didnât recognize, and your âstar-studentâ streak vanished in an instant. Youâve never seen your family so disappointed in you.Â
You broke your back trying to save your academic status for the next few years. You hardly slept, ate, spent time with your newfound friends, and it was all for your parents. They didnât acknowledge you until that offer to join the early-college program came in the mail during your sophomore year. When you accepted that you needed to have something to show to get their affection, you spiraled downward.Â
You swiftly replaced the emptiness in your heart with a bunch of seniors. They agreed to let you tag along if you could hang, so you did whatever was necessary to gain their companionship: started sneaking out, staying out late, going to parties that you had no business being at.Â
Started drinking.Â
Just one sip, loosen up! Little did you know thatâs all it took to get you hooked.Â
The drink was rancid and a gross, murky color. You werenât enjoying it, so why couldnât you put the cup down for the rest of the night? You threw back cup after cup until you were unconscious on the front porch of the house. None of your friends bothered to take you inside where it was safe.Â
You barely recall being hauled back inside and upstairs, plush pillows under your head as you drifted off. When you woke, you swiftly decided that the pounding in your head and the nausea in your gut was worth it. Last night was the freest youâd ever felt. You almost missed the small sticky note stuck on your arm. Someone gave you their phone number, demanding that you tell them if you made it out alive (i hope so.)
You gained a best friend from that sloppily scratched note.Â
Meeting Ellie was a blessing. She was funny, smart and kind. She was so nice to you. None of your old friends treated you like she did. Ellieâs friends were much warmer and welcoming when she introduced you to them for the first time. Every time they had plans, you were invited, no conditions needed.Â
Every vacant space in your heart was filled with something brighter. Itâs unfortunate that your brain has already mastered its attachment to something more dangerous.Â
Ellie⊠for the billionth fucking time, I donât have a problem. Can you just let it go? you scoffed from your bed.Â
Iâll let it go when you cut it out. You canât do shit without it anymore, She spat, pointing at the McDonaldâs cup filled with Tequila. You grinned nastily and sipped your straw. You were so sick of having this conversation with your friends. With her.Â
Yes, I can. Iâm fine. See? You sarcastically rubbed all over your body. Another huge gulp. I dunno why y'all are acting like this. Iâm not the only one that drinks.Â
Youâre not fuckinâ fine, first of all! It was fun at first, but you donât know how to control yourself! Youâre scaring everybody off, Her arms flailed as her voice rose. Youâre so happy your parents are working.Â
You werenât âscaring everybody offâ; You did have some outbursts some time ago, but your friends were still around. They always called you for a fun time, and you were always there to show out.Â
Oh my fucking god, youâre so extra, you got up with your cup, grabbing Ellieâs hand and leading her into the bathroom down the hall. You removed the lid and dumped its contents out; You tried to hide the surge of anxiety as you watched it go down the drain.Â
See? I can stop whenever I want.Â
Then stop, she whispered, sadness in her eyes, No more⊠okay?Â
The emotions flowed through her eyes like water, and it made you uncomfortable. You already wanted a refill, but you nodded to appease her.Â
O-Okay, Ellie, Iâm sorry, you whispered, and she hugged you so tight. Kissed your clothed shoulder, and it gave you solace, even if it was just temporary.Â
But when she left, you were alone, comforted by the temptation of your own thoughts. You broke into your parentsâ locked liquor cabinet that same night.Â
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When you showed up to exam day drunk, Ellie began to pull away.Â
She didnât bother to beg and yell when you were entranced by your vice. You simply saw her less, and your heart cracked whenever your calls went unanswered.Â
Abandonment was the worst feeling, even more so when itâs a result of something youâve done. Your anxiety spiked significantly when you strolled around campus and your friends ignored you, and it only made you drink more when you got home. The acidic pacifier you discovered was turning you into someone unrecognizable. You were failing, and you were alone. Youâd wished your siblings were older so you could talk to them.Â
Everything came crashing when your parents received an alarmed call from your principal.Â
Youâd been vomiting in the nurse's office for half an hour, and they ended up calling the ambulance. Your stomach was getting pumped hours later.Â
When you regained consciousness, the only thing you could hear were your motherâs hysteric sobs in the hall.Â
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Summer came along, and you were out of rehab. Withdrawal fucking sucked; It took you almost three weeks to fall asleep in the center.Â
You didnât expect to see Ellie and your friends sitting on your porch when your parents pulled into the driveway, flowers and your favorite candy in hand. Your best friend cried into your shoulder for an hour straight; You refused to let her go as you sobbed into hers. Youâd missed hugging her.Â
When everyone was seated on your parents' couch, you offered to share the secret to get melty, gooey chocolate chip cookies every time. They couldnât stop grinning at you; You were finally back to normal.Â
Ellie spent the night at your house and hugged you to her chest until you drifted off.Â
You accepted that you were a terrible person when all you could think about was a drink. Just one.Â
All the promises you made were broken a few months later, crushed into dust by your own hand. Â
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Everyone you loved hated you. Liquor always forced you to see the truth in people, melted away the fantasy that you created out of self-preservation. It fueled the rage that you desperately tried to keep hidden from your family; Youâre so fucking mad, and you canât remember why.Â
Your parents hated you; your siblings hated you, your best friend, the one person you have to confide in, the only thing you had left to love, hated you. Everyone hated you, and it was all your fault. Selfishness was the only way one could be a successor.Â
The second Ellie climbed into your parentsâ car with that soft look in her eye, fury swallowed you whole. You barely said a word to her, her favorite song cranked to maximum volume.Â
Ellie? Your voice was quiet, but you were seething. You donât remember why.Â
Hm?Â
D-Do you still care about me? your hands were clenched around the wheel so tightly, you thought it would snap in two. She was suddenly tense in the passenger seat, but she whispered without hesitation. Of course, I do⊠always.Â
But you didnât believe her.Â
Ellie shouldâve never agreed to go on a drive with you.Â
The way Ellie whipped her head towards you was vicious, her hand slamming onto the volume button of your car to silence the noise. You hated how she knew instantly.Â
⊠Are you fucking drunk right now?Â
There it was. All the proof you needed. Confirmation that you were nothing but a disappointment. You hadnât moved from the stop sign. Self-loathing thrashed from the inside; your teeth are bound to crack like glass with the tightness of your jaw.Â
Sheâd whispered your name with so much disdain. A molten tear eased down your face like magma. This was the same residential area you parallel parked in for your driverâs test.Â
Your eyes were glued onto the dimly lit street as Ellie cried and begged for you to stop the car. She admitted to loving you and apologized for everything she said that couldâve hurt your feelings. All you had to do was stop the car and everything would be fine, she said. You pressed the gas so hard; it nearly touched the floor of the vehicle.Â
I love you⊠Please donât do this⊠I love you so muchâŠÂ
Ellieâs last scream was haunting before everything went silent.Â
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The reality around you never rebuilt itself after that night.Â
You were able to convince yourself that the accident didnât happen for a few weeks. Until your best friendâs burial. According to your parents last voicemail, Ellieâs father wanted to strangle you with his bare hands. You took his life away with one decision. No one contacted you after that. Not your parents, not your siblings, not your friends.Â
You were charged and placed in juvenile detention until you were of legal age, and sent off to prison for another six years after that.Â
Your habit fed you lies about the people you loved most, and it cost the life of your only constant. The one person who tried to get you to change. The purest form of love you had.Â
You killed your soulmate, and you never recovered.Â
PRESENT
You walked until you reached Hattieâs front porch. Your calves were on fire.Â
Your tightly clenched fist pounded on the wood with all the strength you had left. You could see the shadows of someone walking around inside, but she didnât open the door. She probably wanted nothing to do with you after not showing up to work for weeks, but you were desperate.Â
âM-Ms. Hattie, please,â you hollered, âI really need tâtalk to you! Please, pleaseâ â
The door barely creaked open. You expected her to scream and berate you for disrupting her so late in the night, but she was silent. Didnât utter a word. She only peered through the small crack in the doorway, her eyes bloodshot. Her voice sounded graveled, like she hadnât slept in days.Â
âWhat the hell are you doinâ here.âÂ
âMs. Hattie, I-Iâm so sorry. I didnât know where to go,â You harshly wiped your eyes, âMay I pleaseâ â
âNo, you may not,â her glare sliced through you, sharper than any knife. You bawled.Â
âPlease, Iâm begginâ you, maâamâ â
âWhatâŠâ her voice quivered, her gaze breaking away from yours for a split second.Â
âWhat did you do⊠to that girl?â She whispered like it pained her, and it felt like your chest would concave.Â
â⊠W-What?â
The look on her face was enough for you.Â
She knows. She knew.Â
âIt was you,â tears filled the womanâs eyes, âI had a dream that you⊠How could you do that⊠That poor babyâŠâÂ
Your head shook in denial. It was an accident, you wanted to scream, I donât know what came over me! Your eyes squeezed shut and you fell to your knees, thunderous pleads leaving your throat as you begged her to listen. You hunched over and miserably tried to grab at her feet.Â
I loved her, I loved her, I loved her! You couldnât speak.Â
âWhatever happens tâyouâŠâ
âNo, nonono!ââ
âI hope God⊠the universe⊠whoever the hell,â She spat, âHas mercy on you.âÂ
You couldnât stop screaming. Your voice was muffled by the concrete floor.Â
âGet the fuck off my porch.â And the door slammed in your face. You heard the locks click, and just like that, your last inkling of hope shunned you.Â
You hadnât realized youâd been screaming for Ellie until you sat up, burning eyes glued to the dark, cloudy sky.Â
The sun rose from behind as you climbed your apartment steps.Â
The bundle of police cars and black trucks outside the building were an indication of your case being ongoing, but it brought you no comfort. A constant ache was present in your chest every time you breathed. Murmurs erupted from behind as you dragged your body inside, ignoring the deputies who were urging you off the premises.Â
Officers and residents stared at you in confusion, shock, bewilderment the second you hopped off the elevator. Exhaustion was pouring out of you, your under eyes almost black and pajamas wrinkly. You canât recall the last time you showered.Â
The elevator dung, and you made your way down the hall, police tape surrounding your front door. You dodged it and crept in, the sight of the investigators almost sending you into a panic.Â
Terror built in your spine as they gawked at you; Ellieâs fucking with you. Youâre probably asleep right now.Â
âMaâam?âÂ
You shakily turned towards the investigator assigned to your case. âAre you alright?âÂ
No. You nodded, âI came to get some things.âÂ
Some silence passed before you spoke.Â
âI need a place to stay,â your cuticles were scabbing. âAs far away from here as possible⊠if thatâs even allowed.â Your living room felt like it was tipping.Â
Their brows furrowed, scanning over your ragged appearance, âUm⊠The farthest we can place you is about a half hour away. We still need to monitor you⊠Especially now.â You bit the dig with a tilted head.Â
You nearly leaped into the air at the sudden, distant ring in your ears.Â
âWill yâall still cover mâstay?â The tremor in your hands built with the shrilling pierces in your drums.Â
âYes⊠Are you sure everytâ â
âIâm fine! Iâm fiâ Iâm fine!â The shrieks overwhelmed you, both hands coming up to cover your ears, your head pounding. Foreign hands were attempting to steady your hunched form, but to no avail. Your body gave out completely, pained wails leaving your dry lips.Â
Iâm fine, Iâm fine Iâm fine Iâm fineâ
You tried. You tried your hardest, but you couldnât convince anyone â yourself that you were okay. Somethingâs here. When did the air in your home get so cold?
The softest call of your name frosted the blood in your veins.Â
Youâre hallucinating; You have to be. Donât look up. Donât open your eyes.Â
The voice called again, elation enriching her tone. Your head shook in disbelief.Â
It canât be.Â
âL-Look at me. Iâm here! I'm okay!âÂ
No, no no no, you told yourself. Sobs wracked through your hunched form.Â
âLook at me! I love you!âÂ
Shoe-covered feet inched towards you, slowly. Almost⊠cautious.Â
âWake up! Wake up, wake up!â Your whispers were harsh. Urgent. Desperate.Â
A comforting hand rubbed your shoulder. You flinched and wailed, frantically pinching the skin of your wrists. Â
âNO! No, no, fucking get upâ â
âShhh,â Her hand squeezed you, âItâs me.âÂ
Youâre going to fucking puke. Your eyes stayed shut while she cradled you, your head resting on her shoulder. She felt taller, stronger, but she smelled the same. You couldnât move, but she hugged you so tight.Â
Ellie, Ellie, I love you, Iâm sorryâÂ
A kiss on your shoulder. Right over your scar.Â
âI love you more.âÂ
You calmed in her presence as she rocked you on the floor. Your guilt almost made you push her away, but youâre selfish; You need this, for her to hug you.Â
It felt like she held you for years, right on your apartment floor. She didnât let you go.Â
But when your eyes opened, eggshell white hospital walls surrounded you. Kept you trapped in the small hell that Ellieâs created.Â
You havenât slept or eaten. Youâve barely showered.Â
Ellie was with you. Ellieâs with you. You felt her there; She held you! Youâre not fucking crazy.Â
Three days have passed since you were carried out of your apartment by EMTs, according to the investigators that are still terrorizing your fucking home. They assumed you were having a seizure by how still you were. You were unresponsive for minutes, theyâd said. Celeste was right. You didnât have the courage to face her and apologize.Â
You havenât left your motel room since youâve arrived. You hate it in here â it looks like itâs eroding from the outside, the windows are scratched and tinted a murky yellow, the sheets feel like sandpaper, but itâs better than home. Better than being in public amidst your impending psychological breakdown.Â
Ellieâs here. Sheâs watching you and laughing at the wreck youâve become.Â
Youâre slipping; You can feel it. The way she hugged you⊠You couldâve melted into her for eternity when she said she loved you, never to be seen or heard from again, completely under her control. Not that anyone would care about your disappearance. A gutted huff left you.Â
Your past finally caught up to you. Tears flooded your eyes for the hundredth time tonight.Â
The faint shuffling coming from your bathroom didnât even shock you. Sheâs here again.Â
Your eyes overflowed, and they shut in resignation; Youâre going to die.Â
âE-Ellie?âÂ
Silence.Â
Your eyes squeezed tighter. You have nothing left to fight for.Â
âJust do it! Just fucking do it!âÂ
Thatâs all youâve ever been: a quitter. More shuffling, then silence.Â
âFUCKING KILL ME! KIâ KILL ME, ELLIE!âÂ
You heaved and rose from the edge of your bed. You marched down the seemingly endless hallway, heart cracking in your chest.Â
âKILL ME! KILL ME, KILLME! ââ
Weighted knocks pounded against your room door, shocking you into silence. Sheâs here, sheâs here; Sheâs fucking with you.Â
A dark chuckle left you.Â
âYouâre fucking sick,â You spat with a sniffle, âI hate your fucking guts, just like you hated me! You fucking hate me, right?âÂ
Youâre awake. And youâre angry.Â
You tramped towards the entrance and knocked back just as hard.Â
âFUCK YOU, BITCH! FUCKING â FUCK YOU, ELLIE, YOU FUCKIâ â
Heat traveled across your face the second you ripped the door open.Â
A woman⊠a motel employee⊠with sheets in her hand, visibly stunned.Â
Youâre going fucking crazy.Â
âUhh⊠just came to give you new, uh, sheets,â Her voice was high-pitched, clearly uncomfortable. Your eyes flickered with embarrassment, cheeks blazing.Â
âS-SorryâŠâ You allowed the shorter woman entry, and she scurried over to the small nightstand in the corner of your room.Â
You picked at your fingers, âUm⊠sorry if I scared you. Itâs been a weird⊠fuckinâ weird couple of weeks.âÂ
She didnât acknowledge you at all. Just silently laid the sheets and pillowcases on the side of your bed.Â
âAm I,â You huffed, anxiously rubbing your eyes. âAre you gonna report me or somethinâ?âÂ
Silence.Â
Your brows furrowed at the sudden stillness of the woman, her back turned towards you.Â
âHey, you okay?â A cautious step forward. âLook, Iâm⊠I know it doesnât seem like it, but Iâm fineâ â
âFuck you.âÂ
You flinched at her venomous tone; voice filled with spite. The fuck?
â⊠What?âÂ
âAfter all this timeâŠâ she whispered, the ponytail in the womanâs head shaking in disbelief.Â
âYouâre still the same⊠selfish, psychotic fucking bitch I remember you to be.âÂ
Your knees buckled at the sudden low timbre of her voice. Goosebumps ran up and down your arms at its familiarity. She sounded just like⊠Sheâs⊠It canât be. It canât be, it canât beâ
The one window you cracked for air earlier slammed shut, the clicks from your door signaling your confinement. Youâre trapped.
Your nails sunk into your palms; Sheâs here. Sheâs real and sheâs fucking here and going to kill you.Â
Her laugh filled the room, low and vengeful, and the one lit lamp on the nightstand flickered off.Â
Your breaths were shallow and desperate, sheer panic rushing through your body. You took blind, scurried steps towards the door, feeling around for the knob to take your leave, but it wouldnât budge. You pounded on the wood from the inside, screaming for anyone to come save you.Â
Something cold and slimy slinked around your ankles and roughly yanked you to the floor, your hands scrambling to grab onto anything on the hardwood as they pulled you towards her. You caught glimpses of her glowing, red eyes with every panicked look over your shoulder.Â
You were pulled up, up, up by your feet until you were dangling upside down, her glowing orbs piercing through yours. You barely made out her manic smile, fangs bright and as sharp as knives. Something sharp pressed against your windpipe, ready to tear your throat out.Â
The room she trapped you in disappeared completely, an empty, dark void surrounding her, you. Thereâs nothing anywhere.Â
You hollered as your stomach flipped; Sheâs going to kill you right hereâ
âEllie, please, please donât! ââ
A sharp slice right through your shoulder. You released a pained scream before your vision grew cloudy, body growing limp as you swayed in the air. Your screams quieted, your drowsy mind filling with images of Ellie smiling affectionately at you.Â
Ellie⊠Ellie, pleaseâŠÂ
Trees danced with the wind before everything went dark.Â
Water erupted from your mouth, your eyes ripping open, fingers tearing into the dirt beneath you.Â
You pushed yourself into a sitting position, more water dripping from your hair and clothes, down your bare legs. Pain shot through your shoulder with every move. You reached to touch it and⊠ouch. Blood coated your fingertips.Â
You gazed around. You knew exactly where you were, but it was off.Â
You and Ellieâs hideout. The campground is exactly how you remember, but it was darker, murkier, less inviting and cozy. Familiar, yet foreign.Â
âMiss me?âÂ
You jolted, scurrying away from whatever was behind you.Â
âAww, donât be scared,â Ellie mocked, fake pout pulling at her lips. âCâmooon, itâs just me! Welcome to my humble abode!âÂ
What the fuck, what the fuckâ
The same appendage from earlier wrapped around your leg, yanking you back, and your heart sank. Your eyes were deceiving you; They had to be.Â
Ellie, much taller and stronger than you remember, stood over you, pupils pitch black, a devious smile spread across her face, sharp fangs glimmering in the dark. The two horns that swirled atop her head were dark, the protruding veins red and throbbing like they were alive. You saw the sharp edge of her tail glowing behind her head, speckles of red liquid crusting over on the tip.Â
Is⊠Did she cut you with that?Â
Your heart squeezed painfully with familiarity; The small spots that dusted her face and the scars that covered her legs from biking accidents were still there.Â
âE-Ellie?âÂ
She posed, arms extended, âIn the flesh. Kinda. Thereâs no⊠actual flesh for the dead⊠Well, we technically could have skin, but it wouldnât be ours.âÂ
âIâve been lookinâ for you. You look good,â she muttered, eyes dark as they traveled over you. You suddenly felt exposed.Â
Silence passed between the two of you. How was her tone so casual?Â
What the fuck is going onâŠÂ
She huffed at your silence, âDidnât think our ten-year anniversary would be this fucking awkward. Canât even say hi?âÂ
Her words were hardly registering.Â
âHuh.â Her eyes flashed back, and the organ around your leg untangled, retracting into the grass beneath you.
âYouâve⊠youâve been looking for me?âÂ
âMhmm,â she hummed, carelessly playing with her razor-sharp nails. âYou got outta jail, got a place⊠bought the bakery you always talked about. Congratulations, jailbird! You beat the system⊠and were able to outrun the devil for some time!âÂ
She showcased the ashy, decaying scenery like it was a prize. âHereâs your first glimpse into the other side. Is it to your liking? Should I fluff your pending gravestone? Put some roses over it since everyone you love wonât?âÂ
Other side? â⊠Am I dead?âÂ
âNope! Almost. You have a purpose before I take you out. Finally, am I right?â Sarcasm sharpened her tongue.Â
â⊠You're insane,â your voice was hoarse, shattered. You swore your esophagus was bloody.Â
âMe?!â She snickered sickly, eyes darkening, âRemind me what happened between us again? Who hurt who? Who killed who?!âÂ
â⊠Iâ â
You paused. What the fuck do you say to her? I still love you somehow. Please donât hate me forever. Iâm a worthless fuck upâ
âNone of the above,â she interrupted⊠your thoughts? âTo be frank, I donât wanna hear shit from you,â she swayed sassily, circling you like a shark, her tail sashaying around.
â⊠Whyâm I here then?âÂ
She paused, the muscles in her back flexing. Your gut tumbled.Â
Ellie turned to face you, lips curling devilishly.Â
âWell⊠â she trailed off, voice alluring. âIt gets lonely down here. I donât have anybody to call. Nights are so cold.âÂ
She suddenly dropped to her knees, sensuality practically leaking out of her as she crawled towards you. Your heart was thumping, stomach in knots.Â
âI need you⊠to do exactly what I tell youâŠâÂ
Your breaths shuddered the closer she got.
âIâm so fuckinâ hungry⊠Just sit there and let me take what I want,â Her mumbles were drunk and lustful. âYou fucking owe me. Iâm trapped here âcause of you.âÂ
She straddled your lap, eyes glued to yours. They flashed red, and an appendage locked around your throat, knocking the wind from your lungs and pulling you flat onto the dirt. You tried to pull against it, but it tightened on your airways. You choked, pain searing in your shoulder, causing you to let up. Another set of slimy appendages clasped around your wrists, followed swiftly by two locking down your ankles.Â
The burn from your bleeding shoulder made your nipples harden under your filthy sweatshirt. She chuckled above you.Â
âThat was quick,â Her brow arched. âHavenât gotten any? What, no one wants to drill a felon?â She cooed with a pout.Â
You shot her a glare. A squeeze on your throat. A clench from your walls.Â
âOh!â She exclaimed in remembrance. âSorry about that club fiasco. I was gonna fuck you then, but seeing you enjoying yourself got on my nerves, so.âÂ
She rambled on about how she made a whole plan to ruin your life the second she found you until you were rotting in the grave, but you werenât listening. Your eyes moved over her lips, down her neck, over her bare chest, blood burning under your skin. Another squeeze from your cunt. Your face burned with every drop of slick that left you.Â
âThink Iâm cute? The horns doing it for ya?â she interrupted your gawking.Â
You averted your gaze. She snorted before her expression went lubricious, eyes glossing over. Â
âYou smell so good,â she slurred with fluttery lids.Â
No, you donât. You havenât showeredâ
âI meant your pussy, you fucking idiot,â her eyes rolled in annoyance. âYouâre killinâ my vibe. Shut up.âÂ
Your eyes widened in shock; Donât think, donât thinkâ
âShe smelled like that in the club. Just needed some lovinâ, hm?â Her hand reached back to pat your pussy over your pajama shorts and you squealed. Youâre leaking.Â
âOh, sheâs starvingâ â
Fear and arousal flurried in your tummy, âWhatâre you gonna do?âÂ
You could almost see the wires in her head sparking to life. She leaned over you, her cold body pressed against yours, noses almost touching.Â
âIâm gonna rip that pussy open until I feel betterâŠâ The aura around her was smokey and blinding. âAnd thenâŠâ Her nose bumped against yours, almost affectionately. âIâm gonna rip that fucking throat out. Might hang your body from a tree. I needa decorate.âÂ
A choked sob left you, thighs rubbing together as tears plummeted down your temples. Ellie shushed you gently, her forked tongue licking over the droplets before they cascaded down into the grass.Â
Every swipe of her tongue sent a zap through your face. The sting sent your jolt through your spine, hips bucking into her. A hot, slick line ran up your cheek, grazing your jawline, cat-like spines digging into your clammy skin.Â
⊠Is⊠Is she really�
You couldnât stop the shudder that ran up your body, your foot jerking outward at the sensation. The tentacle clenched around your ankles, and you gasped. Ellie was grinding on top of you, whimpering into your neck, marking your skin.Â
âE-Ellie, Elâ â
Another swipe, a thick, sticky trail burning its way into your hairline. Your whines are almost inaudible. Pain is burning up your legs when the organ twisted tighter; Youâre shocked your ankle didnât snap in two.Â
She moved faster on top of you, pleasantly sighing into your neck. Your face is fucking sizzling.Â
âWhat the⊠fuck,â The situation is settling in for you: Ellieâs dead⊠but, not? And sheâs humping you like a dog. You shouldnât want to watch her, observe the love of your life get off on your fucking stomach, but you â your pussy wants it â needs her.Â
You missed her so fucking much.Â
Soft chuckles erupted from her, icy breath on your neck. She sat up, rubbing her bare cunt on your tummy.Â
âYou wanna watch?âÂ
No, no no pleaseâ
Your head shook, mind racing with pleads for her to touch you, but she stared back in disapproval.Â
âI think you wanna watch,â She sat up, lifting her knees and resting her freezing hands on your thighs, her pretty pussy on full display, âMissed me that bad?âÂ
Sheâs right there, but you canât move. More tears, more begging from you.Â
âWanna see a trick I learned?â She inquired mischievously. You didnât have a chance to answer before more vine-like organs emerged from the dirt, eager and throbbing, globs of slick dribbling from their tips.
âWhen youâre sad and horny, answers will eventually fall in your lap,â She watched the appendages sliver all over her shoulders, her back, down her stomach. Her head flew back, her short flyways waving around her horns.Â
âI bet that fucked up head of yours never expected this would happen, huh? Never thought youâd see me like this?â She moaned out as the suctioned limb traveled over her left nipples, her eyes beaming red, scorching through your chest.Â
Your walls squeezed down on nothing, desperate groans leaving your throat, underwear clinging to your cunt. You couldnât close your legs, the members slinked around coming up to suck on your thighs.Â
Nasty little cuck, her voice boomed through your skull, Wanna watch me get fucked, right?
Your head bobbed dumbly. The appendages scurried down her body. You watched as the veins in her horns glowed brighter, her eyes shading an even deeper scarlet, her lip catching between her teeth when the suctions came in contact with her clit.Â
The slippery members attacked your thighs with strong suctions, the sensitive skin littered with blotchy, dark spots. A wet slither made its way up your body, under your sweatshirt and in between your tits. The tip teased both nipples, your back arching deeper for more friction. The air was muggy and your body was disgustingly sticky; The sensations made your clit jerk.Â
You blearily stared up at Ellie, nearly cumming at the sight of her with a thick, throbbing appendage fucking into her pussy, another two attacking her nipples. Her walls were stretched around the dark, pulsing tentacle, her juices filling the open air with sopping squelches.Â
Her eyes fluttered open and refocused on you, a dark line of drool dripping from her mouth and landing on your exposed torso. You released a pained shout, your skin burning at the contact. Tension built tight in your core, clit throbbing in your underwear. Youâre struggling to breathe, head floating further into the clouds with each whimper from Ellie. She giggled hazily, moans sounding between her condescending snickers. She gathered spit in her mouth and allowed it dribble onto one of your breasts.Â
Sâhitting it sâgood! Fuck, I canâtâ
Finally, finally, the tentacles choking your legs unraveled and crawled up, closer to your drenched cunt. Just one touch â you need one touch and youâll cum. Just one, just one, please, pleaseâ
Slut needs tâcum? Beg some fuckinâ more, câmon, Ellieâs moans and shouts in your head were somehow bringing you closer to that peak you desperately craved.Â
âPlease, El, please, fuck⊠meâ â
âIâm â oh, fuck, yesâ â
Your shorts and underwear were being ripped from around your waist, yanking you in all directions. The friction made your walls constrict tight. The harsh suctions on your clit were instantaneous. Finally, finally, finallyâ
You and Ellieâs moans melted together, colors floating behind your eyelids. The wet sounds from Ellieâs pussy made your peak build in record time, zoning in on her cries. Youâre going to cum so hard. Itâs almost there, just a little bit moreâÂ
Ellieâs everywhere. In your head, line of blurry vision, on top of you, about to break and shatter. She's so perfect, shrouded in darkness and gloom and desire.
The tentacle suddenly expanded inside her pussy, stretching it wider, massaging all the spots that made her see white.Â
âMâgonna fucking cum, sâgonna make me cumâ â
Youâre so close, youâre close, youâre close. You wordlessly begged her to cum with you. Her knees trembled while her legs begged to close, but she forced them open. Forced herself to take everything, all of it. The tentacle pulsed sporadically inside her, and she crashed.Â
Pleasure was snatched away from you in an instant, the suckles on your clit gone. You cried and sobbed for Ellie to make you cum, but she ignored you, her body wracking in pleasure, heavy globs of black slick dribbling from her cunt, right under your tits.Â
She rode it out, bouncing on the large appendage before it shrunk to its original size. It jerked inside her a few more times before leaving her completely, more dark, gooey liquid dripping from her pussy.Â
She came down slowly, giddy laughs leaving her swollen lips as her walls rippled from the aftershocks.Â
âThis is gonna beâŠâ she scooped up some of the substance with her razor-like nails before shoving them into your mouth.Â
The peculiar twang coated your tastebuds. She continued.Â
âSo much fun.âÂ
You never thought youâd have the chance to kiss Ellie again.Â
But you are, and youâre so fucking nervous.Â
When you kissed her for the first time, you were confident, impulsive, reckless. Your regret didnât come until after, but now here you two were, her split tongue messily sliding over yours, your tongue sizzling from the venom coating her mouth. Ellieâs mess seeped into your skin with each jerk of her hips. Youâd give anything to touch her.Â
Your eyes squeezed shut every time she suckled on your lips, licked up your chin, squeezed her hand over your throat. Sheâs much more secure this time around; Itâs almost enough to get you there.Â
Almost.Â
You were suddenly yanked back by your hair, head thudding the ground. Ellie seemed deep in thought, eyes distant.Â
âYouâre a bad kisser.âÂ
Your lip quivered. Ouch, âS⊠SorryâŠâ
âEllie?â Your throat burned.Â
âYes, dear?â
Her tone made you flinch. Everything you wanted to say left your brain in a cloud of smoke.Â
âAm⊠Am IâŠ?â
âAre youuuâŠ?â She trailed off. Her hand disappeared, lower, before a loud, sticky noise blaring in your head. She sighed happily; Ellieâs touching herself. Right in front of your face.Â
Your face is on fire and your shoulders are cramping up.Â
âWill⊠Can I, can I cum?âÂ
âI donât know⊠can you?â She shrugged with a smile.Â
Your eyes nearly rolled in annoyance; they wouldâve if you werenât so desperate to be fucked senseless.Â
She sat up fully, her wet hand reaching right in between your legs. They nearly clamped shut on her wrist, but more tentacles appeared to hold them open for her. She wasnât looking at your pussy, but she knew exactly where to touch you. She rubbed her own juices into your clit, a nasty shhlck filling the calm air.Â
Tears built in your eyes at the sensitivity, your toes digging into the dirt beneath you. Her thoughtless mumbles were barely registering in your melting brain. Your impending orgasm nearly crashed into you before she stopped.Â
Your body tensed and your pleasure dissipated. Sobs left your mouth as you garbled, âEâllie, please, please, no moreâ â
âDonât close your legs, I mean it. Take what I give you like a good bitch,â Ellie shimmied down your body, resting in between your legs. The tentacles hooked under your knees and forced them up, holding them right against your chest. You canât see what Ellieâs doing and sheâs silent.Â
You wanted to ask what was taking so fucking longâ
A loud crack rang through the heavily wooded area, pain searing through your thigh. The stinging sensation brought tears to your eyes, sobbing softly to yourself.Â
The sudden flicking against your clit brought tears to your eyes. Sheâs touching you, finally. Your arms pulled at the veiny tentacles still clamped around your wrist, aches running down to your shoulders at the stiffness.Â
Ellieâs fingers were replaced with something much softer, and your body turned to mush. The appendages around your thighs twisted tighter, gripped harder, as the barbs from her tongue caught on your clit. It felt so fucking good; her split muscle moved so quick on your clit; your yelps of her name sound into the crisp air. Youâve been on the verge of cumming this entire time, but you canât.
Suddenly, her tongue is easing downward, brushing against your perineum. Your hips tried to push down into her muscle, but to no avail. You could feel numbness building in your feet from the restriction.Â
Look at this tight little ass, two of her fingers were massaging your other hole, causing you to whimper.Â
Yeah? she pressed down harder, Like it right there?
Your head gravely bobbed in approval; youâve never been touched there, but you crave it now.Â
Tiny fucking hole⊠gotta get you ready, huh?
Her voice is thick and haughty; youâre shivering.Â
A glob of spit lands on your ass, the sensitive skin tingling, numbness spreading across the pulsing area. She rubbed it in quickly and gave your hole one last slap.Â
Her tongue was back at your cunt; you squealed at the sensation of her tongue slivering past your entrance, walls stretching over her muscle. The soft splinters massaged your walls just right, caressing all the spots inside you and you felt it building âÂ
Suddenly, her tongue stretched wider, expanded, pressed down on your walls, right on your spot; you were squirting on her tongue seconds later. You couldnât warn her of your orgasm before you bursted, walls desperately milking her as satisfied shouts escaped your lips, your brain turning to goo.Â
âEl â mmh! Fuck, yes, rightthere! ââ
Sniveled thank yous were pouring from your lips as Ellie fucked into you, your juices coating her face. Bursts of color exploded behind your eyelids.Â
You thought you would never come down, but the intensity of your orgasm slowed, eyes slowly blinking open. Your vision was spotty; Ellie slowly pulled out, humming at the squeals that left you. You couldnât move.Â
Suddenly all the tentacles were gone, limbs free and weightlessly plopping onto the ground. Your eyelids fell shut in exhaustion, your heart flooding with longing.
âThe fuck do you think youâre doing?â A light kick on your shoulder.Â
EllieâŠÂ
âGet the fuck up. Iâm not done,â she snorted coldly.Â
Ellie⊠pleaseâŠ
âWhat the fuck did I say,â The agitation in her tone rose.Â
Iâm so sorryâŠÂ
âI donât care,â You were suddenly pushed onto your back, Ellie standing over you, eyes glowing dimly.Â
I miss you so muchâŠÂ
Memories of your past flowed through you, soft sobs shaking your weak form. Ellie deserved⊠everything good out of life. The purest forms of happiness were destined in her path, and you took it away. You took everything from her, and all you could do was watch what sheâs become. What you caused.Â
The more you cried, the more disgusted she seemed, eyes growing darker.Â
She pounced on you in seconds, nails grasping your bunched sweatshirt and sharp tail tip prepped to end you right then and there, speckles of spit splattering on your face due to her shouts.Â
âDON'T!â The dying world around you shook with the bass of her tone. âDonât you fucking dare!âÂ
You didnât fight. You allowed her to berate you, call you every vile name in the book, and digested her wishes of you dying instead of her. Every scream slammed into your chest; you merely laid there, ready to die with love in your chest.Â
I love you⊠I love you⊠I love youâŠÂ
âFUCK YOU, YOU LYING BITCH! FUCK YOU! YOU FUCKING DID THIS TO ME! IâM GONNA KILL YOUâ â
Bloody streams fall from Ellieâs eyes, the veins in her head changing from maroon to coal, the veins in her arms darkening as her voice deepened, razorous teeth baring. She sobbed and screamed from above you, wailing how much she hated you. Youâre numb.Â
The venom from her tail was discharging from the tip. Itâs time; itâs your last day alive. You nodded to yourself. You deserve this; Youâre ready. You hope your siblings arenât too saddened by your disappearance.Â
Is this the final stage of grief? Your body is lax and accepting, heavy droplets leaving your eyes when they shut.Â
I love you⊠Iâm sorry⊠I love youâŠÂ
Another sharp prick went through your shoulder, and darkness enclosed around you.Â
JUNIOR YEAR: 2012
Youâre such a dork!
Ellie swears her heart is going to grow legs and crawl up her throat in the next thirty seconds if you keep staring at her like that. She's projecting; Sheâs the dork!
The few shots she took at the lake were wearing off, and her nerves were finally catching up to her. She was surrounded by your pillows, your stuffies, your scent; she could barely swallow, her throat was so dry.Â
You love me.Â
She does. Ellie never acted on her swiftly developed crush; sheâs not built for rejection, especially from you. The smile on your face was so bright; your joy was so apparent whenever she was around. She hoped her own happiness reflected the same way; Please love me back! Please please pleaseâ
Her heart exploded, sewed itself back together, only to explode again when your hand came up, fingertips barely grazing her cheek. Sheâs going to faint; your touch was so soft. Was she crazy to compare the feel of your hands to rose petals? She tried to keep her nuzzles subtle, pushing her face closer to your hand; Is this how cats feel when they want cuddles?Â
You proceeded to explore her face in silent adoration, and she did the same, memorizing every detail she could. The moles on your face were lined like stars.Â
She scooted closer to give you more access to her now burning skin, and you kissed her. Ellie was stunned, body stiff; she didnât have a chance to kiss you back before you pulled away. The scent of alcohol was pouring from you, and Ellie snapped back to reality.Â
Youâre drunk. You kissed her and youâre drunk.Â
Youâre probably not going to remember the entire night when you wake the next morning. Ellieâs eyes nervously searched your now downcast face. Say something, you coward!Â
But you spoke first.Â
You love me, right?Â
More than anything, Ellie wanted to scream, not caring if your parents woke up and kicked her out. But she couldnât. Her brain was moving a million miles a minute, trying to find the words that would satisfy her feelings, but they were too strong. Sheâs in too deep; Words arenât enough.Â
But you look broken and your bodyâs tense. Sheâs putting you on edge and she hates herself for it.Â
Do you love me? Your begging tone snapped her out of her head.Â
Of course I do, she gasped, mouth gaping like a fish.Â
More than anything! More than anything! I love you!Â
You only nodded, relaxed back into her, and shut your eyes.Â
Ellie went to sleep with a terrible feeling in her stomach, but she held you anyway.Â
Ellieâs weight crushed you as she sobbed into your neck, her cries loud and guttural, the sharp puncture of her horn pressing into the plush of your cheek. Her curses grew weak and quiet, mumbles of I fucking hate you cementing into your skin.Â
You simply laid beneath her, unmoving and stunned wordless at the memory â the truth that Ellie exposed to you. Her body jerked on yours as she wailed.Â
You hardly noticed the fresh tears rolling down your face. You sniffed, âEllieâŠâ
She sobbed, her head shaking dismissively.Â
âEllie⊠Look at meâŠâ You couldnât move.Â
âFuck you,â her choked murmur was hushed.Â
A sad smile grew on your face.Â
âAlmost didâŠâÂ
Ellie sniffed harshly against the burnt skin on your neck, almost touching your bloody shoulder, âWhat.â She mumbled flatly.Â
âYâknow⊠you almost did fuck me.âÂ
Some silence passed before a wet snort came from below you. Your grin widened.Â
Ellieâs shoulders shook slightly as she snickered into your neck, arching hers slightly to look at you.Â
âI should kill you for that, you cunt. Youâre not funny.âÂ
Your body jerked with laughter, and you grimaced at the pain in your shoulder. âThat's what you get.â Ellie sat up straight, smile slowly dissipating, eyes glossing over.Â
The light moment between you shifted, and sorrow weighed you down like bricks.Â
âI fucking loved you,â Ellie whispered harshly. âI wanted you to be happy. And you didnât fucking care.â Anger was radiating off her, but the dread in her eyes was more telling. âYou were⊠everything to me.âÂ
The wounds in your heart were overflowing; your efforts of repairing your heart were proved pointless, blood and love and suffering filling your chest to the brim. Quiet sobs were shared between the two of you.
âPlease k-kiss me,â Ellieâs eyes squeezed shut at your hushed proposal.Â
âJust one more. You can do whatever you want⊠just one last time.âÂ
You sat up slowly, ignoring the deep aches in your side, your trembling hands cautiously raising to cup Ellieâs frosty cheeks.Â
Her face is so close; her lips are right there⊠just one more, just oneâ
Ellieâs eyes traveled across your face, lust and years of longing flooding in her tears. Her eyes shut and she leaned forward, her cold lips melding against yours. The kiss was gentle, your eyes squeezing shut as you cried, your tears transferring onto her cheeks.Â
Ellieâs hushed tone filled your head.Â
I wish I hated you.Â
You choked a sob, arms wrapping around her hips to pull her closer, her arms enclosing around your neck, the kiss growing hotter. You needed her closer; so much closer.Â
Her tongue slid past your mouth, the split muscle messily flicking over yours as her hips bucked down. You heard loud tears of cloth coming from behind you as Ellie shredded your sweatshirt with her claws, discarding the fabric on the dark heaps of grass.Â
She sighed into your mouth when you laid her back onto the grass soaking, crawling on top of her. Her legs wrapped around your waist, pulling you down to reconnect your mouths, her fangs cutting into your bottom lip. She sucked the injured skin, humming at the metallic taste; your hips bucked down harder to meet hers, and she whimpered.Â
Her hands were freezing as they slid down your bare sides, claws pressing into your hips. You could feel your heart pounding in your throat as you kissed down her neck, soft noises of satisfaction erupting from beneath you. You suckled on her throat, tongue sliding down to her jaw and back up again.
âCan I, fuck, let me do somethingâ â
You moaned in approval, thighs shaking at the sound of her voice, coming back up to press your mouth against hers.Â
A heavy gasp left you at the feel of slime dripping onto your thigh. Ellie dug her nails into your hips to steady you, and you whined at the sting. You stared down, entranced at her gleaming eyes, bottom lip trapped between her teeth.Â
âHold still.â Ellieâs whisper was strangely comforting, your body relaxing into hers. The light suck on your thigh made you squeak, chuckles releasing from the girl beneath you.Â
âAnd youâve been doing this for how long?â you jokingly snarked, voice shaky.Â
âMeh, six years, nothing crazy,â she replied, shrugging sarcastically. âJust donât move.âÂ
Ellieâs hand moved lower, pressing at the end of your spine to deepen the arch in your back. She shushed your eager whimpers, slowly easing your hips back until your cunt brushed against the serpent-like organ. You shuddered and attempted to jerk away at the strange sensation, but Ellie held you still, snorting to herself.Â
A sharp gasp escaped your lips at the feel of its tip swirling at your clit, your head dropping onto Ellieâs shoulder. It took mere seconds for the suction to attack your sensitive clit, pleasured moans huffing from your mouth. Ellieâs mouth was right by your ear, her chilled breaths sending shockwaves down your spine. Your clit throbbed under the pressure: how were you already on the verge of cumming?Â
âFeels g-good? Yeah?âÂ
Your walls were squeezing down harshly, desperate to hug and milk something hot through your orgasm. It takes all your strength to lift your head and kiss Ellie, but she does all the work; licking into your mouth, sucking on your tongue, bruising your lips with every slice of her fang. Every pass of her tongue is a pull in your gut, your clit pulsating with vigor.Â
She pulled back, just barely, to whisper how excited she is to fuck you, to turn your pussy out, to make you cry. Your moans were loud and eager, your head bobbing dumbly in compliance with anything she wanted. Youâd give her everything you could in this moment.Â
Ellieâs in your head, in your senses, in between your thighs, and youâre losing it. Sheâs reaching at you, tugging at your body in any way she could: scratching at your tits, pulling your hair, clawing into your skin with intent to scar. Youâre sure your back is bloody. Her touch is painful; why does it feel so good?Â
Your thoughtless head drops yet again as your orgasm is forced out of you, your walls choking the hot air surrounding the two of you. Your wails are muffled along with Ellieâs spat praises, your hips bucking back for more. The pleasure is almost too much and youâve barely started; She hasnât even fucked you yet.Â
Your juices are pooling out of you, knowingly making a puddle on Ellieâs tummy, her affirmed moans pulling more and more out of you. Your peak is unrelenting, draining every last bit of energy your body has left. Your limbs gave out, your weight crashing on top of Ellieâs.Â
She hastily maneuvered you onto your back, the spines of grass puncturing your skin from beneath you as she climbed on top.Â
âYour staminaâs fucked.âÂ
Her winded snide remarks didnât bother you; you need her to fuck you. Youâre sweaty and desperate to feel her everywhere. She wasted no time, reuniting your mouths in an eager kiss as her hands ventured anywhere they could. Your bodyâs aching, but for some reason, you crave more. More hurt, more pain; You need her to use you.Â
The world around you moved like water; unlike your first dream, the waves brought comfort. Ellieâs touch felt like the ocean washing you away, all with effort to finally bring you peace.Â
But it didnât work. You love her; You deserve pain, and you love her.Â
Her mouth is on your tits, biting and sucking at your nipples. It feels so good to have her this close; your bodyâs wet and ready for her to ravish you.Â
Ellie scurried down your body, sat on her knees in between your legs, her hands pressed under yours to hold them up. Your thighs are resting on your chest as Ellie dribbles a line of slobber over your soaking lips. Hums fill the space between you as it slides down, right over your entrance.Â
Seconds pass as Ellie stares at your cunt; You call out to her by mistake.Â
âWhat.âÂ
Fuck. âNo-nothing. Sorry.â
âYou want something. Say it.âÂ
You shake your head, and she smiles. Raunchy imagery of her fucking your pussy flash across your mind in an instant, and her grin widens.Â
You jolt at the sudden slap on your cunt before Ellie presses your legs even higher, knees almost next to your head. You ignore the aching stretch in your limbs and reach to grab your ass cheeks, holding them open for her. Heat spreads across your face when she moans at the sight.Â
Oh fuck, Ellieâs whimpering to herself; whining about how good your pussyâs going to feel, how youâre going to swallow her whole, choke her out. Juices are oozing from your cunt with each jerk of your walls.Â
A tentacle emerges from the ground, and Ellieâs expression darkens. Itâs lecherous; the way she eyes your pussy as the organ slivers closer to your entrance. You couldnât hold your moans in anticipation of the stretch. Itâs right there, swelling and twitching.Â
Your head falls back against the sopping grass when your hole grasps the wide, leaking tip, eyes rolling into your head as Ellieâs moans ring deep in your skull. The tentacle is practically melting between your walls as they spasm.Â
Ellieâs so loud above you, completely hunched over your form as her body shudders, her lip trapped between her sharp teeth. They mustâve pierced the skin, a thin trail of black liquid dripping all the way down her neck.Â
You take it so fuckinâ good, Ellieâs slurring, tongue swelled in her mouth. Youâre already peaking, your legs attempting to slam shut at the tight hug of your walls. The organ is suddenly swelling, walls stretching around the girth to trap it as deep as it can go. Tears are running down your face, groans of Ellieâs name melding with your harsh breaths.Â
Seconds pass, and the tentacleâs shooting inside, and your head goes blank, your orgasm slamming into you. You're silent as it wrings your body. The intensity is almost painful, like itâs being forced from your body and your cuntâs drained dry: itâs hot inside you where the fluid pools, and your walls are sucking it deeper.Â
You didnât register Ellie falling forward, her body convulsing on yours, screams of how good your cunt is leaving her in a flurry. Her words are gritted and deep and her nails are in your bicep, but the pain only makes you cum harder.Â
Itâs been minutes, and youâre deadweight, walls twitching around the still jerking organ planted deep inside your guts. No time to recover, though; Ellieâs pulling out, a nasty sound echoing at her departure as cum seeps â drenches the grass under you. Itâs never-ending and sticky and you need more.Â
Ellieâs already up and moving you onto your stomach, your cheek pressed against the dirt. Sheâs hasty, spitting on your cunt with a fiery just a dumb slut, huh? You nod, squeezing your walls to push more cum out. There are heavy suctions on your back, forcing blood to the surface at the curve of your spine. Followed by a sharp stabbing on your ass cheek.Â
Ellieâs mouth is on your supple skin, and the blood in your ass rushes to the surface. Her fangs are locked into you as she empties the veins in your ass.Â
You couldnât even scream, eyes squeezing shut at the searing pain as your walls release more cum. Ellie hums: another bite. More bloodâs leaving you, being sucked from your ass, your thighs, the end of your spine, but itâs not enough. You need more. Ellieâs draining you but itâs not nearly enough.Â
Another tentacle presses in once more, and your visionâs blurring; thereâs another tentacle sucking at your ass, your eyes crossing at the stimulation of both your holes. Ellieâs nails are breaking the skin of your back, dribbles of blood sliding down your sides and into the dirt. You love her and you love it; everything feels so warm and full and good.Â
Ellieâs chides are making you wetter; your thighs wonât stop shaking, she sounds so sexy. Every shockwave in your brain is memorizing every word, every syllable. She's babbling about how she might spare, keep you trapped here forever so she can drain your blood through your pussy, suck you dry, and it gets you there again.Â
Ellie â mâcuâcumming!
You donât know what youâre saying; voice muffled against the dirt, tears and snot running down your face while you squeal like a pig. Ellieâs calling you one as you squirt on her, just a dumb, worthless pocketpussy; The smile on your face is stupid as your walls drain her while she throbs inside you. Youâre so stuffed with her cum already, but you need more inside you. You feel so fucking good and the pleasure wonât seize.Â
It picks up again as the thrusts get faster, hitting you deeper, just where you need it. You donât get to recover before youâre slung into another mind-numbing orgasm, your body wracking without rest. Ellieâs massaging every spot that makes your spine break, dirt collecting under your nails as they puncture the ground. Your groans are cracking in your throat; You canât even swallow.Â
The tentacleâs swelling again, and Ellieâs hand is on the back of your head, pressing your cheek against the grass, nails scratching at your scalp as you beg for her cum. Her moans are picking up again, demanding that you beg some more, that you fucking cry for it, be a good girl a bleed for me. And you do.Â
As messily as you can; slobber pooling at your mouth as you sob and choke for her cum, eyes crossed in your skull as your tongue lolls, and Ellieâs shooting in you again, stuffing you to the brim as she cries your name from behind, grunts leaving her with each rope of cum seeps in your womb.Â
Your pussyâs melting around her when the sucking at your ass pauses, only to push in the incredibly tight space, to stretch your virgin hole open around its girth. It should hurt, having both holes filled to such a wild degree, but it doesnât. Your weak arm is reaching behind, desperately grabbing at Ellie. You expect her to smack you away, to hit you, to slice your hand clean off your wrist, but she doesnât; You almost miss the light touch, her pinky lacing with yours.Â
Youâre joyous, head dropping as you sob from pleasure and happiness, heart filled with a love that you never thought youâd feel again.Â
Sheâs drilling your ass, fucking you so hard and good as she holds your smallest finger with hers, kissing down your bloody back, licking up the scarlet that leaks from your skin. Suddenly, another tentacle â much smaller than the ones tearing your holes up â emerges from the ground, right in front of your face, its juices leaking onto your cheeks.Â
It wiggles in front of your open mouth before shoving in; the taste is salty and metallic, but your lips work it, sucking and licking all around the length. You feel so filthy and itâs making your tummy tug, another orgasm building in your pussy and ass. Itâs going to shatter you completely from its strength, you can feel it.Â
Your bodyâs aching for more cum; youâre surprised itâs not coming spilling from your throat and onto the appendage in your mouth. But Ellieâs close, every whisper becoming more frantic as she rides that edge.Â
Youâre mine, she whispers in your ear, Fucking mine, you understand? Youâre not going anywhere.Â
You get it, you get it! Youâre never leaving her again. Fuck everything youâve built for yourself! Your life is pointless without Ellie next to you. Youâre going to cum so hard for her.Â
Your bodyâs hers; Your heart is hers; your soul is hers. You love her, you love her!Â
Baby likes that? I own this fucking pussy?Â
She knows she does: whispers so gross and conniving and youâre twitching under her. Youâre babbling around the swelling appendage, telling her â screaming that you belong to her, you always have. You always will!Â
You feel her teeth as she grins madly in satisfaction, sloppily mumbling mine mine sâ my pussy against your skin as she swells inside you. Youâre stretching, gaping around her and you snap, head planting into the dirt. Both sets of walls clamp down sporadically around the large digits between them, the tentacle slipping from your mouth as you scream.Â
Ellieâs exploding inside both holes, the tentacle above you spraying all over your face, heavy globs of cum landing in your hair, the back of your neck, splattering on your mouth, anywhere it could reach. Juices are spraying from between you, and Ellie falls forward, her freezing chest on your back as she jerks on top of you. Hearing her just as destroyed from the pleasure sends another surge of euphoria through you, somehow stronger than the first.Â
You can barely take it, but Ellie makes you, continues flooding your holes until theyâre overflowing and sticky. Youâre both sent to another plane as you convulse together, her pinky still locked with yours as you lose consciousness.Â
When you wake, thereâs warmth.Â
Youâre still filled to the brim with cum, but your form is blanketed. Small, tired huffs hit your back as Ellie shivers on top of you, barely audible noises alerting her satisfaction. You smile.Â
You can't move; all your strength is used to wiggle the cramped muscle of your interlocked finger. Tears well in your eyes when Ellieâs finger hugs yours tighter with every small movement.Â
Ellieâs the blanket; Ellieâs warm.Â
Suddenly, everything around you is pink, the formerly empty spaces in your heart filled with affection. You missed Ellie so much; Youâre finally reunited, and in love. You canât stop smiling, and neither can she.Â
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âBREAKING NEWS: BAKERY OWNER FOUND DECAPITATED IN MOTEL BEDâ
Today marks one of the most heart-wrenching, horrifying days that our community has ever seen, the local reporter stated. We have never witnessed a case end this disastrous.Â
To the loved ones of this individual, we share our deepest condolences. The victim made such a large impact on our tiny town with her small business. Nobody⊠the reporter sighed, Nobody couldâve seen this coming.Â
Please be on the lookout for any updates regarding the suspect. Investigators are putting as much effort into this case as they can. Police suggest staying indoors with your loved ones this holiday until further instructions.Â
May God be with her family. Have a blessed night.Â
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and more lagann-hen thoughts below the cut :]
i love you gurren lagannâŠâŠâŠ.youâre so everything to meâŠâŠâŠiâm so grateful to have experienced these showings and i feel so strongly they should put these movies in theaters worldwide đ iâm writing this right after the last one and iâm nowheres near as jazzed as i was after all of the other showings and i feel like itâs because itâs somewhat bittersweet? itâs been a hell of a week+ and i canât believe itâs over, but⊠we had a lot of fun, didnât we? (absolutely bursts into tears)
anyways!! 4dx thoughts first:
I SAW IT IN 4DX ON TUESDAY CAUSE I WANTED TO MAKE SURE I COULD ACTUALLY PAY ATTENTION TO THE DUB BUT. THEY SHOWED THE DUB TUESDAY ANYWAY????? SO I SAW IT TWICE. IDK WHAT HAPPENED THERE BUT IâM SO HAPPY IT DID. THAT DUB SUMMONING CIRCLE POST FUCKING WORKED
at the scene where yokoâs just gotten simon outta prison and boota leaps into her titties the seats started bouncing too and like. causing some irl gainaxing iâm ngl đ
ALSO YEAH WHEN SIMON VOMITS BLOOD THEY SPRAY YOU WITH WATER. AGAIN. WHAT WAS GOING ON IN THESE 4DX PLANNING SESSIONS
i went to a different 4dx theater this time and they kept??? blasting the back of our legs with air??? and they did not do that during gurren-hen and i am SO confused what that was all about
every time i watch that scene where arc gurren transforms into arc gurren lagann i think to myself âthose poor civilians are probably getting JOSTLEDâ and HAVING NOW FELT IT MYSELF. THEY SURE WERE đ
ALSO i know why wakabayashi fell out of his seat while watching. and itâs because THEY PURPOSELY TRY TO KNOCK YOU OUT OF IT!!!!!! like when viral throws lagann at the antispiral and when lagann throws simon, they hit you in the back HARD and if i hadnât been gripping the armrest for dear life i wouldâve been knocked out too đ the lordgenome battle was crazy too, as well as Literally everything after they escape the labyrinth. which is expected but DAMN it was a wild time!!!
the fog floating around the theater during The Scene with kamina. fucking ethereal
OKAYYYY konishi & trigger interview/lead-in thoughts:
konishiâs little speech was so funny omg đ he really was like âi know some of you only came for this movie and not the first oneâ LMAOOOO. he also spend a HOT minute being like âthis is the end of gurren lagann! the very end! thereâs no more! please enjoy the end! đâ and i KNOW trigger is smart enough to not make a sequel or anything BUT THE WAY HE WAS SAYING IT had me worried iâd get hit with some âsurprise! third movie!â after the end of this one LMFAO
they said that the reason they added SO much new animation for lagann-hen was because the end of gurren-hen got such a good reception from fans and like. itâs WILD to hear that as i do still, in my mind, view these as âcompilation moviesâ but i always forget JUST HOW MUCH of lagann-hen is just. completely new LMAO. and itâs really interesting as i feel like the new animation is kind of more dispersed throughout the movie than being back-loaded like in gurren-hen!!
koyama also mentioned something really sweet, that when they were finishing up making this movie they had pulled in a whole bunch of different animators from other studios, and it really felt similar to the spirit of gurren lagann itself in that it was stronger because everyone was working together đ„ș making myself tear up typing this out tbh but i really do love how much of ttglâs message and story is part of its productionâŠâŠâŠi think it really helps contribute to like, the honesty and sincerity of the story!!!!
AND NOW FOR MY DUB THOUGHTS:
HOLLYYYYYYYYYYYYY SHIT THIS DUB WAS AMAZING. even better than gurren-henâs by a LONG shot - though admittedly i think itâs also benefitted by having so much changed dialogue, and so thereâs not as much direct comparison that can go on? still, everyone fucking killed it and iâm so so so excited to buy this on bluray and listen to it every day LMAO
anyways all that said, my very small gripes that literally donât even matter because iâm so fucking stoked that we HAVE A DUB AND ITS AWESOME: yokoâs performance is still not doing it for me đ i feel like her lines suffered the most from the stricter adherence to lip flaps, and she was still doing the head voice thing that she did in the first movie⊠also they pronounced âanneâ as âannâ rather than âah-nehâ which surprised me, and ALSO at one point i think cybela said âlaGAHNâ rather than âlagannâ? but they said darryâs name right and also these are SUCH tiny nitpicks that they donât even matter cause everythign else ruled so hard LMAO.
VIRAL. AMAZING AS EXPECTED. LITERALLY NO NOTES HE WAS PERFECT. also that scene where lordgenomeâs like âwe have to steal my old moon gunmanâ and viralâs like âwell itâs a good thing that your SPECIALTY is STEALING GUNMEN, simonâ had me DYING. cut the man a break viral, youâve been on his side for two seconds and yet could not wait any longer to sass him LMFAO
KITTAN RULED ALSO. his whole speech to gimmy - when he said âshow me someone who ainât afraid of dyinâ and iâll show you a liar!â it fucking HIT. GOD. and his final sacrifice??? honestly on par with or even better than the tv version, god, he KILLED IT.
also gimmy!! and darry!!! iâm WILDLY impressed that they still sounded like their old selves here!!! excellent job!!!
the antispiral was really great too - crispin freeman did a great job of making him more, like, unhinged overall??? like when he is going to TOWN on ttgl and tearing it apart and there was BLOOD EVERYWHERE JESUS. that part is shocking in visuals alone but he knocked it out of the park with the voice acting too!!!
I Cannot Believe They Made Johnny Yong Bosch Say âiâm a fool of epic proportions!â Out Loud In English With His Mouth. about to integrate that into my own vocabulary tbh LMAO, i figured they wouldâve tweaked the wording there a little!! either way though he ALSO KILLED IT AS ROSSIU, god his âso many othersâ like was PERFECT in its equal desperation and relief and i know nia is the one who says it but ârossiu cannot save humanity. he canât even save himself.â makes me go ten types of crazy insane stupid oh my GODD
at one point dayakka had the line âoh no! the giga drill broke?â and i swear to god i saw the 2007 youtube compilation of âgiga drill breaksâ ending with that line in full 480p in my mind when he did LMAO. on par with simonâs âyou mean we need an EVEN BIGGER DRILL? đ±â from the tv show
NIAAAAAAA OH MY GOD. she was INCREDIBLE, like her âno way! đâ wasnât as strong as in the tv version imo but HER ANTISPIRAL VOICE????? god it was soooo sinister it killed me. also every scene of her and simon⊠when she accepted his proposal i was full-on sobbing, maybe romance IS realâŠâŠâŠ
AND NOW. SIMON. YURI FUCKING LOWENTHAL MY GOD. i knew he was gonna kill it since he did amazing in gurren-hen despite not sounding 14 anymore BUT OH MY LORD. I WAS NOT EXPECTING HIM TO COMPLETELY ALTER MY PERCEPTION OF SIMON AS A CHARACTER FOR THE BETTER. AND YET HE DID. LIKE. you can HEAR how much simon is struggling emotionally in this movie much MUCH more so than you can in any other version imo, like the fucking prison scene???? the way he sounded so resigned and defeated and NOT ACTUALLY CONTENT but knowing that he NEEDS to be content JESUS CHRIST. he literally NEEDED viral to jump in front of that blast from nia and save him oh my god. and during the final battle too, you can just Hear his struggle through his voice. his struggle with his spiral power, and how much of it he has, and controlling it when he maybe doesnât WANT to. his struggle to move forward and fight with Everything he has despite knowing that Nia Will Die. simon as a force of nature, simon as a galaxy, simon as someone to whom the spiral nemesis is Already Happening and yet literally simon just some guy. i am going to start chewing through my walls. FUCK!!!!!!!!! thank you yuri lowenthal this was LIFE CHANGING. BLURAY WHEN
anyways. iâm ngl my undereye bags are starting to look like ep9 simonâs so uh. iâm v excited to go to bed at 8:30pm every night for the next two weeks đ
highly extremely worth every second of sleep lost tho!!!
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[Oddworld Asks] 7,8 and 18
7. Which non-sapient species is your favourite? (I.e. paramites, scrabs, slogs etc)
Love scrabs and paramites equally except for the fact that scrabs also terrify me with their roar (it toned down a bit as I've got used to it now, but when i was a kid - it scared the shit outta me). So I think - Shrykull (I know it's a deity and not a separate species, but it's literally a paramite and a scrab as one entity)
8. Which is your favourite level/cutscene?
Every game has my own favourite moments and there's too much of them but I shall say that every Soulstorm cutscene is amazing and they've set the plank Oddworld have never been at before. As a hobbyist 3D artist and animator myself I am absolutely amazed by the outcome! The overall idea to implement the classic rules of animation on realistic models gives you that slight dissonance very similiar to uncanny valley, instead it's not! I'd rather say it looks... Odd ;) But in a good way! Clearly adds up to the whole concept of the world and it's inhabitats being slightly weird to our human eye but so real at the same time.
Personally, I was sitting with my jaw open for first time, and for the second, and even now when I'm rewatching it, spotting more and more tiny details, which I will continue looking for, for a looong time.
Honorable mentions:
Oddworld: Munch's Oddysey - The Vykkers's Lab first scene, because Irwin and Humprey's interaction is something that ruined my overall impression of vykkers being a cold-blooded-edgy-alien-sadist-machines I had before I played Munch's Oddysey. Turned out it's just a bunch of dumb pragmatic nerds with saws and cleavers. Also, the weirdest married couple I've ever seen.
Oddworld: Abe's Oddysey - The opening scene. My mind was branded with this cutscene, leaving an unforgetable mark on it forever. Also yes, Iâve had an original version of the game, with a mudokon head on a stick. My 5 year old brain remembered it very well. But little did I know that itâs not the scariest thing I had yet to see.
And Rupture Farms is also my most favourite level too. Yes, not even Slig Barracks, not even Bonewerkz, which I also like because of amazing sountrack and industrial look. Rupture Farms is still the coldest, the darkest and most unfriendly among them all IMO.
18. How many times have you played the games?
Letâs see. I am not sure on how to count it. If itâs a time when you turn your console on to play it - then a lot, an ungodly amount of times. Especially during the PS1 era. But if we estimate it by runs, then:
Abeâs Oddysee: 1 run (failed, because my disk was damaged).
Abeâs Exoddus: 3 runs (one on PS1, one completed recently with only 20 muds unsaved, the new run is in progress)
Munchâs Oddysee: 1 run
Soulstorm: 1 run, 2 endings (Got a bad one first, then went for a good one).
Keeping NewânâTasty as a hostage, so I wouldnât feel like I played all the games + Still trying to find some time to play Strangerâs Wrath.
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I watch anime with the buds often with anime group watch nights, last night we did a first episode spree to check out some new things. (Even though we very much shouldnât have since weâre watching like ten other things, but itâs too fun to do. Appeals to the ADHD.) Check out the first episode, and decide if we wanna watch the show just based on that first impression. I prefer the Madoka Test for truly testing shows (3 episodes) but, first episodes work out real nice for group watch nights.
âAkiba Maid Warâ - Good first impression, fun concept I'm dying to know where it goes, what a crazy little almost plot twist. (Being told ANYTHING about the anime will make it less surprising, but we went in pretty blind and it *was* surprising.) I just like seeing maid outfits so. This was a pretty easy slam dunk for our group. Be in for an actionful gore-y time. Not saying much about the plot since itâs funner that way. Great pacing and scene direction.
"Reincarnated as a Sword" - A dude dies, is reincarnated into an RPG fantasy world as a big sword. He's actually very fine with it and I couldn't possibly emphasize enough how much the thought of being a human again never crosses his mind. He's so gung-ho on being a sword from now on it's funny. Kinda an enjoyable change of pace from âOh noooo Iâm not human anymore I must get back to human ASAPâ Also he frees a catgirl slave and she's gonna wield him from now on. I am very annoyed at the game UI bits as often as they came up. Videogame anime is gonna annoy me a lot probably when they think theyâre absolute GENIUSES putting game UI in and acting like itâs cool.
The pacing is all over the place, The jokes barely land, this has a penny for a budget. But it's kind of charming and I like the catgirl. Maybe more??? If nothing else was happening then this would be a watch but. There is so much actually fantastic stuff airing right now or recent that weâre probably gonna let this one stay buried in the backburner.
"Do It Yourself!!" - I love this one the most outta the pile, kind of a surprise hit with the watch group since nobody had really heard about it. It's sorta Eizouken-esque (though I didn't watch Eizouken).
A DIY club of a few schoolgirls forms of just learning how to put things together and DIY. The main girl is aimless and sleepy and flunked out of her chosen vocational school for a lesser one. She barely even knows what she wants to do but sees a woman doing carpentry and wants to try it. She has a tsundere next door neighbor who she is begrudging pals with and thinks that if she builds a bench between their houses they'll hang out more again. I love the main characterâs design and the general show style is very good. Very nicely animated. Itâs just cozy as a watch, nothing incredible, but purely enjoyable.
Iâve had a long-time ignoring of slice of life anime up until this season between Bocchi the Rock! and this. Both of them are hitting the right buttons to keep me entertained and not bored.
A quick list of everything Iâm watching: Bocchi the Rock!, Chainsaw Man, Mob Psycho III, My Hero Academia S6, The Executioner And Her Way Of Life, Spy X Family Cour 2. This season of anime is insane and has way more shows Iâm paying attention to than normal.
 Iâm TRYING to get back to finishing Vivy and Flip Flappers, and I recently finished up watches of Death Note/Devilman OVA/Call of the Night/Gunsmith Cats OVA.
Iâm reading through Devilman as well and considering just talking about all the adaptations of that series compared to the original manga, itâs interesting all the different ways the adaptations went. Anyway toodles thanks for reading!!
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Have a very long post with many dumb jokes and also pornblography! I do not have a title for it yet because my brain is very bad and titles are hard. Again, NSFW! And it's just about 16k words so beware of Long Post.
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Dipper shoves himself out of the water, shaking mud out of his hair. He coughs, twice, then gasps, sucking in the air.
Did it work-?
He struggles to his knees, churning up the muddy silt from the lakebed, and looks over towards the treeline.
Smoke from the explosion drifts over the treetops. The forest is rife with birds flying away and scattering animals, the fire low in the distance - And judging by the state of the beach, uh.Â
Thereâs a jumble of stuff that looks like charred driftwood. Until you look at it closer.
Dipper sits back, water sloshing around his waist. He lets out a slow, shaking breath.
Yeah. It worked.Â
The other monstrous mess on the shore is standing among the wreckage. Intact, smug, handsome. Other adjectives that are less flattering.Â
And heâs doubled over laughing.
âYou shoulda seen it!â It wasnât that funny, damn it. Absolutely not knee-slappingly funny, but try telling that to this asshole. Bill does it again, cackling. âYou took off so fast it was like-â He makes a gesture that might be a fish leaping, or a particularly inelegant human flailing in an arc. âAnd the landing!â
Dipper lifts a hand from the muck to flip him off. Not very seriously; heâs too relieved that itâs over with to get truly mad.
A stupid insane plan. An effective plan. Not entirely Billâs idea, though he went along with it easily enough; he loves danger.Â
Though Dipperâs pretty sure Billâs contribution to the explosive curse could have been at least halved. Itâs something to keep in mind for later.Â
He gets up slowly, wiping off the mud and what water he can from himself. Trudging to the shore, wringing out his shirt. Now he really needs a shower.
Bill glances over him, hands on his hips. âYou look like a drowned rat.â
Dipper gives his husband the same lookover, slowly, to make a point. âYou look like a burned one.â Billâs suit is almost entirely ruined. âWith jaundice.â
Bill makes a mock gasp of offense, clasping a hand to the remnants of his shirt. Itâs quickly followed by the resurge of the grin.Â
âIt mighta messed up my style a bit, sure.â Bill says with a shrug. The remnants of the yellow suit jacket cling to his elbows, and his hairâs a mess. âYet somehow, Iâm still better dressed!â
âThatâs a matter of taste.â Dipper shakes his feet, trying to get some of the clinging water out of the cuffs of his pants. He knocks his shoes against the ground to clear some mud off. âYours is bad.â
âThis coming from the guy rocking âslime monster from the deepâ.â Bill shakes his head. âThat went outta style in the fifteen hundreds, easily.â
Dipper narrows his eyes, stalking closer until they could almost touch. He leans in, very close - Bill matches it, beaming with pleasure.
And with a satisfying âsmackâ, Dipper plants a palmful of mud right on his smug, asshole face.Â
Bill splutters, and Dipper trails muck down his body in a straight line. One heading right from his stupid face, down over all the clean bits of his shirt.
âI dunno, Bill.â Dipper says, taking a step back as Billâs expression turns from surprise to absolute indignance. Now heâs the one smiling. âI think it suits you.â
Bill blinks for a moment. Mud dripping off his chin, annoyance sliding off his face.Â
His grin switches back on, wide and white.Â
âOh, youâre gonna get it for that insult,â He purrs. Dipper tries to dart back, but Bill already has a grip on his waist. âCome here.â
Dipper kicks his legs, he struggles and he swears - This impossible, terrible monster picks him up again, swinging him around.
And heâs laughing, despite all of that, when Bill dunks him right back into the lake.Â
When they walk back to the Shack together, itâs long into the evening. The sunâs gone down, and the last bit of red is fading from the horizon.Â
Bill swings their joined hands, humming a tune to himself. The other one lights up the way back, a bright blue flame over his palm.Â
âGotta love a good date,â He says, sounding deeply self-satisfied. The pace heâs taken is fast enough to make Dipper speedwalk. âItâs been too long!â
âYouâve been busy,â Dipper reminds him, nudging his husband with an elbow. Some crusted mud flakes off at the contact.
Bill breathes in, looking like heâs about to retort. Then sighs. âYeah, fine. Gotta give ya that one.â Billâs mouth purses in irritation. âWhat can I say! I got a lot of plans that need attention right now.â His eye glimmers in the dark of the evening, gold and brightly lit. âA lot of plans.â
None of which heâs telling Dipper about.Â
âHave fun, I guess.â Dipperâs not going to ask. He knows better. âI hope you fail.â
Billâs got his evil, demonic business - but to balance it out, Dipperâs got his own, human stuff. Sometimes, like their date, Bill even helps out with it. Despite being a demonic king of nightmares and torment, heâs easily coaxed into other stuff, if itâs entertaining.Â
Though sometimes, it only means spending time with Dipper.
Bill always claims he didn't have anything better to do. Thereâs no guessing how true that is.Â
âYouâre a menace,â BIll says fondly, though his grin starts to fade. He slows in his tracks as the Shack comes into view in the distance. âAnd speaking of, I gotta get back.âÂ
Dipper halts in place. Turning towards his demon with an incredulous look. âAgain?â
A few days apart is okay, Dipper guesses. Pretty normal, they have their own stuff to do. They text or call everyday they canât meet. Thatâs fine.
But itâs been way longer than a few days.Â
Itâs been ages since theyâve even seen each other, much less hung out, and theyâre married. They finally made time for a date, everything was going well, Dipper was⊠kind of expecting more to the evening -Â
And Billâs just leaving? Now?
âI said Iâm busy, sapling.â To his credit, Bill does sound like he regrets it. He winks, clicking his tongue. âI know, I know, youâll miss me! Now câmon, do the honors.â
The Mindscape, right. Sending him back to his realm of nightmares.
Dipper sighs. âYeah, alright.â Itâs part of their contract, anyway.
He sets a palm on Billâs chest. Itâs warm, with a rapid pulse under his palm. Some more mud flakes off from where itâs dried on the ruins of Billâs shirt. He starts to concentrate -
âAhem.â Bill clears his throat. One eyebrow raised. âNot the honors you should start with.â He leans in. This time, Dipper leans away.Â
He knows what Bill wants. And heâs not doing it. Not in this state, and especially not when heâs ditching Dipper for some godawful reason.
Bill remains undeterred. âItâs demon stuff, Pine Tree,â He says, sounding a bit pouty. Knowing Dipperâs annoyed - but clearly not getting the reason, if heâs still taking off. âYou donât wanna hear it! Or get involved with it.â
And yeah, Dipper doesnât.Â
That doesnât mean he canât hate it from afar.
Bill moves in for a kiss again, and Dipper turns away. Again. Theyâre both filthy and he doesnât want mud in his mouth. Spite, though, is definitely part of it.
âIâll see you later, Bill.â He says, and shoves his idiot husband back into his stupid demon realm.Â
Bill vanishes, instantaneously. Sometimes Dipperâs not a fan of the transition, itâs literally quick as thought -Â but this time it means Bill doesnât get to try whatever excuse he was coming up with..Â
Dipper shoves his hands in his pockets, head down. Stalking back home, and frowning.
âDemon stuffâ.Â
Under any metric, their relationship is. Weird.Â
Dipper stumbled into the demon side flirtation, and Bill knows how humans do things. Theyâve been meeting somewhere in the middle ever since. Dipperâs learned a lot, and Bill knows humans. Heâs even willing to dip his own toes into the typical human stuff, with surprising insight and the appropriate success.
Bill was even having fun earlier, with purely human things, that - had some violence, admittedly.Â
But the explosion wasnât what made Bill smile, and the litter of body parts didnât make him laugh.
âŠUnless it did.
Dipper drags a hand over his face. He canât deny that heâs hip-deep in the demonic side of relationships. Itâs how they got their start.
No normal human would think exploding a corpse-eater was a date. It was demonic to its core -Â
âŠAnd. Not a great one, apparently.Â
Billâs whole MO Is demonic stuff. Heâs made for it, spent eons on it. Itâs entertaining. Running off to do some âbig planâ, sure, that makes sense for him. Itâs more interesting.Â
Why his husband doesnât rank on Billâs priority list is-Â
Dipper drops his arm back to his side, before he burns another handprint into the doorframe.Â
Whatever version of demonic âseductionâ Dipperâs managed to cobble together. It must not be very compelling. Billâs interested, sure - but not enough to linger once things get boring. He thinks itâs totally fine to just take off at any moment.Â
Dipper rubs at his eyes. He stands in the doorway of the Mystery Shack, looking up into the wooden slats of the ceiling.
But then Human romance never worked out for Dipper. Then demon romance.... Kind of did? By accident. Under anyoneâs critique, heâd rank far below expert.
MaybeâŠ
Heâs missing something?Â
Obviously Dipperâs never going to catch Billâs eye with human stuff, when itâs never worked on other humans  - and while heâs gotten a hang of demonic flirting, heâs never been a dating expert.Â
Dipper drums his fingers against the doorframe, eyes narrowing.Â
If it werenât for everything else he has at hand. He might have been at a loss. But part of being married to a demon, and visiting his infinite terrible realm, means Dipper can get to things no other human could.
He nods once. Firm, and certain, clenching a fist.
Itâs time to do research.
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Finding information about demonic courtship ends up far easier than he expected.
And less convenient than he hoped.Â
Dipper should have remembered before he came up with this idea. His phone only works for contacting Bill whenever he wants. Itâs powered by an infinite, triangular battery, its network hitching off a ride on a life-bond.
It made it easy to forget a very pertinent, pivotal point for his research.
Thereâs no internet in the Mindscape.
No demon worth their salt would give out free information. Sometimes they write things down, in diaries, dangerous tomes of spells, etcetera - but theyâre hoarded like the precious things they are.
Instead, they go in hard on gossip. Everythingâs up for trade as a favor, or used as a bribe. Knowledge is power, and in demon society? Thereâs always a power play going on. Itâs a constant game of keeping their friends close, and their enemies closer. As far as Dipper can tell, the two are often the same thing.Â
Deals were completely off the table, for marriage reasons. Bribes were okay, but hard to figure out. It could even have dragged Dipper into demon drama, which is something even Bill avoids. It could have been an ordeal that came a huge cost, one he couldnât - or wouldnât - pay.Â
For once in Dipperâs life, he actually got lucky.Â
Turns out being Bill Cipherâs spouse opens all kinds of doors.
A few comments, a couple of bribes - snack cakes are popular, heâs noting this all down later to share with Ford - and a few memorized threats? All while name dropping Bill?Â
It got him everything he could ask for.Â
âŠ.Considering the topic, there might also be gossip going on - but heâll deal with that later.
Right now, Dipper kicks his feet up on the ottoman, and clicks his pen. Notebook ready, research material at hand.
No other human has ever had this much demon-made writing to go through. Not without having their eyes burned out of their skull, or their soul taken in a bargain. Dipper spends a moment feeling proud.Â
It might be dangerous, but Dipperâs smart. Heâs cautious. Heâs got demon magic built right into his soul. Heâs also got plenty of time, no sleep to worry about, and piles of resources, carefully gathered.
Heâs got this.
Dipper picks a bit of spiderweb off the top magazine on his pile, and flips through it. Skimming over articles, pen at the ready.
And pauses.Â
He flips a couple more pages, leaning back a little in his seat.
This. Isnât what he expected. Itâs also not not what he expected, but. It might be a fluke, so he tosses that issue aside, picking up another.
Then another.
Dipper flips through a few more, with increasing desperation.
 In every issue - in every magazine - The article titles shout back at him with their bright exclamation marks:
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Dipper rubs at his eyes.Â
Not⊠his best call. Getting his hopes up. Even thinking heâd get some kind of academic article was downright dumb. He knows that isnât up most demonâs alleys.
Bill would know where to find studies, and statistics. If they exist. He likely has entire tomes on the subject, if only to laugh at them -Â
And heâs the last person Dipper can ask.Â
He ditches that idea, as well as the issue of Cosmophage he was skimming through. He picks up a Playbaal instead.Â
More of the same in this magazine. Though a lot more racy. Dipper makes a face at the letters to the executioner section - theyâre gory and unbelievable. No human is that dumb, and thatâs coming from him. Nobody offers themself up on a literal silver platter.
Two hours later, Dipperâs still made zero headway. Heâs also slumped in his seat, almost lying down in the chair.Â
At this point, itâs getting boring.Â
He is learning a lot about demonic fantasies, and something of their proclivities - but heâd already known the basics. Itâs only extrapolating from stuff he was already aware of, to absurd, insane degrees. It might as well be the internet for how true any of this bullshit sounds.
 Dipper keeps flipping through them, out of sheer repetitive motion. In this one, thereâs a couple glossy pages in the center, easily opening to lie flat in his lap.
He blinks. He stares.
Dipper sits up with a sharp jolt. After a moment, he shakes his head, centering himself.
Right. Itâs. The pinup photo. Magazines have those.Â
He quickly checks the cover - itâs from about two hundred years ago. He makes a face. Still pretty weird.
âŠ..He didnât know Bill ever did that kind of thing.
In the photo, Bill - true Bill - lounges on his side, top point in his palm. His hat is off - weird - and thereâs an artful drape of silk over where his tie should be. Or is? Itâs impossible to tell if itâs on or not under the cloth. Likely thatâs the point.
Dipper snorts, tapping the picture of Billâs eye, twice. Then remembers - shit - startles, and claps the magazine shut, looking up and around.Â
Thank hell, heâs still alone. Bill must not have been paying attention.Â
God, if Bill caught him with this, heâd instantly make a whole host of assumptions, and grin like a maniac. Even worse, his ego would balloon into impossible dimensions.
Dipper thinks for a moment. Tapping the magazine on his lap. Then he shrugs, and carefully tears out the glossy photo pages.Â
If he hides this in the right place, Bill might find it within the month.
Dipper crumples the rest of the magazine into a ball, glaring off into the distance, before dropping off the side of his chair.Â
At least one good thing came out of this quote-unquote research. Heâs barely learned anything. Other than that demons can be as absurd as humans, and he already knew that.
But.Â
There has to be something here. These wouldnât be the most popular works about demonic romance, among demons, if they didnât have some grains of truth buried within. He just has to find them.
Heâs already mastered parts of demonic seduction. Even started doing the regular kind, a little. Heâs probably better at it than any other mortal around.
But that isnât going to work with Bill this distracted.
Dipper clicks his pen, heaves a long-suffering sigh - and starts taking notes.Â
He might as well try some new ideas.
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With a swear, Dipper stumbles, and falls. He hits the ground a little harder than heâd like, sucking in a breath through his teeth. âShit.â
Billâs attention snaps towards him instantly.Â
âWhatâs up?â Now heâs frowning, dropping his prey. âYou trip or something?â
The demon Bill was berating shudders, sliding down to the floor in possibly boneless relief. They scuttle away over the black bricks on all twelve limbs.
âMh,â Dipper grunts, shutting his eyes and hugging his leg himself. Keeping composed, and his face scrunched up. Holy shit, this actually worked - âOw.â
"You gotta be the most unlucky human I've ever met." Bill stalks over, giving Dipper a derisive look. "Where'd you break this time?"
âShut it.â Dipper says, annoyed. He couldnât totally fake a fall, heâs not an actor. Bill would have seen through him immediately. Then admits, âItâs my ankle.â
Bill sighs, rubbing at his eye. His phone rings in his pocket, and he grumbles something inaudible. âOf all the-â He crouches down. âAlright, whatâs the damage?â
âItâs fine,â Dipper says, honestly. Then Bill yanks his leg out of his grip, and okay, maybe this wasnât the best approach.
DIpper winces, lying back on the floor. Bill rolls his eye, tugging his leg out further.
Adding some verisimilitude was the goal - but it ended up being a little too thorough. Bill glares at Dipper's ankle like it's insulted him, and Dipper finds himself doing the same. It's less painful than he's acting - but more than he wanted it to be. Which was any.
Though as long as he has Bill hereâŠ
As Bill examines him, Dipper shifts his other leg away. And maybe tilts back a little. When he scoots a little closer on the floor, it helps to âaccidentallyâ pull his shirt up a bit.Â
Bill hums for a long moment, eye narrowed as he toys with Dipperâs ankle, turning it this way and that. His eye flicks over Dipper, lighting up for a split second as it takes him in.Â
Then he sighs, and stands.Â
âUh. Hey.â Dipper says. He clears his throat. Then smacks the floor next to him. âBill, Iâm really vulnerable here.â
âEh, youâre fine. Itâs not even a sprain!â Bill shrugs, apparently dismissing him. He turns and glares down the corridor, hands on his hips. âWhere the hell did that caterer go?â
Dipper leans back, elbows on the floor and legs spread. Glaring as he watches Bill walk away without even another glance.
Okay, technically that worked. Temporarily.Â
But Billâs too clever to be tricked by minor setbacks, and Dipperâs not willing to inflict something serious.
Heâll have to move on to something else.
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âSo, uh.â Dipper winces at the crunching sounds. Itâs louder than two granola bars combined. âHow is it?â
âMh.â Bill sucks some unidentifiable goo off his finger, pulling it out of his mouth with a pop. âNice, sapling!â He grins, and winks. âYou should bring me snacks more often.â
Dipper offers an awkward smile.Â
Bill shoves another scorpion in his mouth, and starts to crunch. His moodâs definitely picked up, at least. He starts picking some carapace from his teeth, leaning forward in concentration.
Beyond that, he doesnât seem to react.Â
Dipper pulls a chair over. He scoots a little closer, watching Bill work with⊠whatever heâs working with. He clears his throat. âHow are you feeling?â
Billâs manipulating some magical array with stars and planets slowly rotating on a field. He makes a face at it, muttering under his breath.
âIâm feeling like some of these idiots should help out with the setup,â He says irritably, smacking the wheel of not-space and making it spin. A long line of celestial bodies Dipper canât identify line up in a long string, and a beam of light shines through them to another point. âWhoâs doing all the heavy lifting here, anyway?
Dipper shrugs. He gazes moodily into the empty terrarium.
So much for that advice. He might as well have bought a bag of chips. Itâd have been way cheaper, and heâd actually be able to eat some.
Billâs busy with his project, and Dipperâs taking a backseat to some demonic ongoings. Which is. Yâknow. Fine. Itâs part of their deal; they both get to do their own things.Â
Dipper taps his foot on the floor. Waiting.Â
But, no. Thereâs no reaction. Hell, now that he thinks of it - If this was going to have an effect, Bill knew what he was eating. He would have gotten the implication, first thing.
Eventually, Dipper sighs. He leans on Billâs chair. âWhat kind of party is this?â
Bill looks up, one eyebrow raised. Somewhat surprised.
Dipper doesnât budge. Nudging Bill, and staying firm. Which only makes Bill look more surprised.Â
Not without reason, either. Normally Dipper wouldn't want to know what Billâs getting up to. They have kind of a live-and-let-live agreement regarding morality, each of them doing their own thing. Usually he prefers to not be in the loop.
This party has been interfering for way too long.Â
âEh, itâs one of those cosmic convergence shindigs,â Bill says, and shrugs. He leans back in his chair, rubbing at his eye. âNot mine, technically. But itâs a big deal!â
Dipper glances over the map of celestial bodies, spinning again in the lit-up illusion.Â
Okay. Not a common occurrence. Heâll give it that. â...How often does this happen?â
âAbout once a millenia.â Bill stretches his arms behind his head, starting to smile again. One of his first loves - over-explaining. âIâve hosted it the last twenty, thirty times? Something like that.â He buffs his nails on his shirt, looking proud. âNobodyâs got a better event plaza.â
So thatâs it, then.Â
Dipper slumps back in his chair. He lets his arms drop to his sides.
Bill must get a text or something, because he checks his phone and starts frowning instantly. Starting to sulk a little as he fiddles with his map, and something else on a lit-up diagram. He makes a face, muttering under his breath about idiots, incompetents, and other idiosyncrasies.
âŠSetting up this party must be a headache and a half.Â
If itâs an event that only happens every thousand years, itâs got to be important. No wonder itâs taking up so much time.
On the upside, once this awful event is over with, itâs not going to come up again soon. Bill canât get distracted by it - Hell, Dipper wonât even be around for the next one.
A thousand years is longer than Dipper can imagine. Ten times longer than he could ever live. A humanâs life is pretty small, compared to most supernatural beings.
On the timespan Billâs working with, itâs barely a footnote.
Demon events have gotten between them before. Dipperâs own plans have caused scheduling conflicts, too. Interruptions happen, life throws curveballs at them, and they both get busy -Â
But not for this long.Â
Dipper starts to say something - then hesitates. Heâs not sure what to say.
Bill sticks his tongue out, his focus torn between something with that array of spinning stars, and texting someone back. Heâs muttering to himself, frowning. A foot tapping the ground in irritation.
âŠAs far as Billâs concerned, Dipper might as well have faded into the background.
Dipper rests his chin in his hands. Waiting might be pointless, but. Heâll stick around for a bit. In case it works.
He wants Bill to throw him into a lake, or tell him heâs stupid, pick him up and insult him. Or at least care that heâs around when heâs sitting right there -Â
He drums his fingers on his knee, other leg jogging in place.Â
Bill doesnât seem to notice.
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âThis tie?â Bill holds one up in front of himself, facing the mirror. âOoor this one?â He holds up another.
Dipper doesnât say anything as he stalks into the bedroom, hands shoved in his pockets.Â
âOr this one!â Another tie pops up out of nowhere. âWhatâs a good look?â
Dipper shrugs. It doesnât matter. Who cares, anyway.
âSpeak up already, I need a second opinion!â Billâs reflection in the standing mirror shows a slightly confused expression. âWhatâs with you?â
Dipper glares at his husbandâs back, shrugging again. Bill makes a miffed sound, but so what?Â
All Bill cares about is this event heâs throwing. Heâs complained about it for weeks now, heâs had plenty of time to prepare. One small humanâs opinion isnât going to matter.
And if Dipper has to hear one more word about this godawful partyâŠ
âItâs happening tonight, kid!â Bill jogs both tie options in his hands, prompting. âIt might not be my favorite occasion - but thatâs no excuse for not looking sharp!â He turns towards Dipper with a wink. âCâmon, whatâs good?â
Dipper stalks over towards Bill, ignoring his questions and the weird look heâs being given. He knows heâs tense, that heâs stomping on the carpet, and that this is pretty stupid -Â
But it was in the article.Â
And heâs kind of wanted to do this before, anyway.
He meets Billâs eye, flips him off - and shoves the stupid standing mirror over.
The entire thing, brass stand and all, goes toppling to the floor. The metal hits the ground hard, sending the mirror shattering into a million pieces - and Dipper jumps in place, startled.Â
Bill merely watches. A blank expression on his face, staring as his narcissistic toy gets moderately obliterated.Â
The brass stand clangs on the floor for a while, then settles down. Thereâs a brief silence.Â
Dipper takes a step back, awkwardly clearing his throat.
Shit, he thought that would be more durable. Most things in Billâs place are impossible to break. Now thereâs a billion tiny shards on the floor, glimmering up at him.
Though. The articles were technically correct. It did get Billâs attention.
Dipperâs not sure what to say now.
Even Bill doesnât have anything to say. He looks between the shattered mirror and Dipper, obviously surprised even seconds later.Â
â...I take it thatâs a no on both of ïżœïżœem.â He says, eventually. The smile doesnât make a return. He glances over, blinking rapidly. âWhat, did you wanna join the party?â
Heâs still thinking about - how could he be -Â
Dipper clenches his fists.
Time after time after time, Dipperâs heard about the drinks selection for a party, or the guest list. Even the games Bill has planned. He canât help but ramble in his enthusiasm, until Dipper either has to leave the room, or cover his ears against it.
Thereâs been none of that for this event.Â
Itâs taken longer than every other one. Itâs commanded too much of his time. Dipper hasnât felt Bill watching him through either his regular gaze or his supernatural one, for weeks, and they only had one date this month.
Instead, Billâs been doing setup - which he grumbles about - and worse, heâs had to organize. That always puts him in a bad mood. Heâs bitched and complained, heâs made disgusted faces at his phone. He hasnât rambled, or bounced in place. He hasnât once looked happy about it.Â
Hell. Itâs not even his in the first place.
âI donât know why youâre spending so much time on this crap.â Dipper meets his husbandâs eye. He throws his arms out, incredulous. âBill, you donât even like it.â
Bill, for once, doesnât have a response.Â
He opens his mouth to say something - shuts it again. He blinks rapidly, expression changing as he tries to work something out - it turns into a grimace -Â
âIâm gonna go to take a bath.â Dipper says, shoulders rising -Â and stalks off.Â
Behind him, Bill remains silent. Thoughtful, and still.
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Spending time at Billâs place isnât Dipperâs first preference. Spending time with Bill is the main reason to do so, because Dipper likes his time linear, his spaces Euclidean, and his company not cannibalistic. For every upside, thereâs a definite down.
But if nothing else, the Fearamid has luxury in spades.
Dipper blows bubbles under the water of the bath. It staunchly refuses to stop being warm and comforting.Â
The stupid soap even smells nice; Bill must have changed out the options. Dipper knows Billâs paid attention to some parts of what he wants, including the little things like âno more titan arum scented stuffâ. He knows Billâs made it slightly more human-safe, because none of the water comes out literally boiling anymore.Â
Dipper knows Bill knows these things. He knows a lot of things. Hell, heâs supposed to be âall-seeingâ, so thereâs no good reason some things still get overlooked -Â
He also knows heâs sulking.
Bill canât read his mind. Thatâs been a fact from the start.Â
Without that advantage, Bill has to rely on all his other knowledge, and extrapolate. Most of the time he predicts him well enough that Dipper never gets a chance to speak up -Â
So it strangely sucks when he doesnât.
Sulkingâs good, though. Dipper manages some impressive bubble piles, sloshing around in the water.Â
He already knows what he should do. Itâs the sensible thing. The human thing. It might even get Dipper what he wants, it just.Â
âŠAlso kind of sucks.Â
If he stays any longer in the bath, his fingers are going to get all wrinkly. Or Bill will leave for the party, probably. Heâll miss his chance, and then, how will he bring up -Â
Wait.Â
Thereâs music, somewhat muffled through the wall between the bathroom and bedroom.Â
Dipper sits upright, shaking some bubbles off of his face with a frown.
Billâs playing piano. Which is weird. He only does that when heâs relaxed, and lately heâs been anything but.Â
And if ever there was a sign, then he supposes this would be it. He tilts his head back, breathing in slowly.Â
Thereâs the music.
Time to face it.
Dipper gets out of the bath, sitting on the floor near the edge. Kicking idly in the water as the music continues. Something bright and jaunty. A tune of self-satisfaction, and a perkier mood. He spends more time than he should toweling off. Pacing, back and forth between the hundred baths on the floor and on the walls.Â
Eventually, he brushes his teeth, staring into a mirror thatâs bigger than he is tall.Â
Dipper makes a face at his own reflection. Walking into the bedroom with that expression is going to let Bill catch on, fast.Â
âŠ.They should really be better at this.Â
Itâs been years.
Whenever Dipper has to say something, it always comes out awkward. He doesnât know how to do it right.Â
With Bill, he hasnât had to come out and talk directly very often, which is something of a relief.Â
He guesses itâs not a surprise, really. Theyâre the worst combination for true sincerity - a socially awkward nerd, and emotionally stunted jackass. The fact that they get along at all is nothing short of miraculous.Â
Theyâll just have toâŠSort it out.
Dipper nods at his reflection. He takes a deep, calming breath, and lets it out.
The good news is he looks more certain than he feels, even as he heads towards the door.Â
Their bedroom is the same as always - once you allow for the fact that it changes on a whim, parts clicking in and out of place on sheer demonic will - and the carpet is soft on Dipperâs bare feet.Â
He drops the towel to the floor, and tries to finger comb his hair. It buys him time, while he thinks about how to start. He doesnât want to turn towards Bill, feeling weird about their earlier interaction - but he glances over, just once.
Where Billâs leaning from his perch on the piano bench, tilted at a dangerous angle.Â
Dipper looks away again, face feeling hot. He walks in a little further, and Bill tracks him, following his every move -Â
âŠHow Bill keeps playing when nearly horizontal is a mystery.
On the plus side, Billâs fine. Cheerful, for the first time in a while. And the mirrorâs gone too, which is a relief. The tightness in Dipperâs chest loosens a bit.Â
Then he frowns, setting his hands on his hips.Â
Where the hell is the dresser with his clothes. Bill better not have vanished it again.
Thereâs a low whistle behind him.
âShut up,â Despite himself, Dipper smiles. âYouâve seen me naked before.â
âAnd Iâll see it five thousand times more!â Bill changes the song heâs playing. Itâs lighter, and brighter. âAt minimum.â
Likely heâs right about that. Dipper wishes he had something to toss at him, but he already dropped the towel. He rubs at one of his arms.
Being eyed up is. Not weird, but oddly comforting. Bill always ogles him like a creep. Always wanting a peek, or a look, or suggesting revealing clothing with a smile and wink, like the jerk he is. Partly because he is kind of a creep, but mostly because -
Because Bill thinks heâs hot.Â
Even if Dipper knows heâs watching, Billâs not going to stop watching, even if itâs awkward. Part of him must like the awkward, heâs never failed to find Dipper compelling, even when most human people would say heâs a huge dork.Â
Bill literally has his eye on him, all the time. Always wanting to know whatâs on his mind.
Dipper rubs a thumb over his left palm, and hears Bill make an annoyed sound. In his mind, heâs shouting at himself.Â
Why did he bother with âresearchâ? He was overthinking, again. He always does this. Which, if heâs right, and Bill likes it -Â must be extremely compelling.
Behind him, Bill makes a curious noise. The bench makes a creak as he scoots over.
And Dipper shifts from foot to foot.Â
If heâs going to do this, then. Second-guessing himself is going to get them nowhere.Â
And all that demonic advice was terrible.
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For the second time tonight, Dipper does something heâs wanted to do before.
Damn it, he doesnât know what a seductive slink should look like. Theyâve done it a lot, Billâs never complained - but Dipperâs never intentionally looked sexy.Â
In the end, he doesnât bother. A walk is fine, if it gets him where he needs to be.Â
Bill doesnât move from his seat on the bench. He straightens up as Dipper approaches, looking pleased. He tracks Dipper until itâs impossible - he canât turn his head 180 degrees.Â
Once Dipperâs behind his target, he shuts his eyes. Heâs got this. This will work - reassuring himself, while Bill keeps playing. Though his head is slightly tilted, listening. Expectant.
Bill isnât expecting Dipper to drape himself over his shoulders. His shoulders rise as Dipper wraps his arms around them. Thereâs a sharp intake of breath.
âSorry about the mirror.â Dipper squeezes his idiot husband, tight. Likely Bill doesnât care, but someone has to have morals in this relationship.Â
âI donât care,â Bill says, very dry. Dipper can almost feel him roll his eye. Billâs chest puffs out a bit as his posture changes, and there's a smirk in his voice. âNice youâre still here, sapling.â
Dipper breathes in, and lets it out.Â
Slowly, he runs a hand over Billâs chest. The shirt is thin enough that he can feel the warmth underneath, easily - and Billâs not wearing his tie. By his standards, heâs already a quarter naked.
So. This isnât that weird. Half of the work is done for him.
When Dipper starts unbuttoning Billâs shirt, he misses several notes.Â
âHello,â Bill says, a bit distant sounding -Â before realizing that response was semi-brainless; he shakes his head. Looking down at his slowly opening shirt. âWhatâs this about?â
âIâm getting your attention.â Dipper smacks him on the side. Now that the shirt is half opened, he slides a hand underneath the fabric. âJerk.â
âDone,â Bill sits up straight, raising his hands like heâs held at gunpoint. Dipper slides a hand over the warm skin of his chest, feeling the heart pick up its pace. âActually, you can have all of it!â
And when Dipper strokes a thumb over a nipple, Bill gives a full-body shudder, and a soft sound from the back of his throat.Â
Holy shit, it did work. Itâs working perfectly - Dipper feels a surge of triumph.Â
Not only did this do the trick, it was easy. It was simple. Itâs even fun to slide his palm over Billâs chest, to toy with a nipple, listening to him grunt a little and start clasping Dipperâs arm.Â
Bill thinks heâs hot, after all. Bill wants him.Â
Why did he think he needed to make it complicated?Â
Dipper presses a few kisses onto Billâs neck, feeling his chest still in a held breath - then moves onto the shell of Billâs ear. He draws the earlobe into his mouth, biting gently.
âAnd come to think of itâŠâ Billâs tense, muscles drawn tight. Like he wants to surge up, while also not moving away. He raises one imperious finger, his voice is slightly rough. âI have been meaning to lavish my attentions on someone, recently.â
âGood plan.â Dipper hugs Bill tighter, then adds, âSince I wasnât giving you a choice,â As he drags Bill backwards off the bench.
Bill nearly falls on his ass. Grabbing onto Dipperâs arms as he struggles to find balance, squirming in the grip, even the piano bench gets kicked over -Â
And all the while, he laughs like a maniac.
Heâs too quick, though. After only one severe stumble, Billâs back on his feet before Dipper can react.Â
Bill seizes Dipper in an instant, gripping his upper arms tight. His grin maniac, and his eye glowing bright. âOh, sapling.â His voice is a low hum, teeth white and bared. âI'm gonna make you pay for that.â
âYou can try.â Dipper says. He gets a grip on Billâs lapels, hauling him in until theyâre face to face.
God, finally. This is what he wanted, and it came so easily. Not only that, itâs way more fun than -Â
Billâs phone starts ringing again.Â
Both of them glance down. Bill grimaces. He stops petting Dipperâs side to pull the offending item out of his pocket and glare at it. âOh, for fuckâs sake.â
And Dipper⊠lets his arms drop.Â
Another interruption, for an important event. Billâs powerful, but even he canât change time, not in any meaningful way.
Priorities mean that. Something else gets put on the sidelines.Â
âScrew âem.â Bill declares suddenly, and hurls his phone across the room.
Dipper looks up just in time to catch the motion, as the offending object cracks against the wall over the headboard, bouncing onto the bed.Â
âTotal waste of my time.â Bill brushes his hands off, dismissive. âIf they canât pull the convergence off without me, they didnât deserve it in the first place.â
âOh thank god.â Dipper didnât mean to say that out loud - but now Billâs looking at him weird, so he adds. âYouâre not going.â
âDecided not to half an hour ago,â Bill says, with a shrug. Thatâs why his mood has picked up - Dipper stands a little straighter. âThey shoulda gotten the picture when things got started without me.â
Itâs already started. Bill should be there, and heâs spent a lot of time on this thing - Dipper hesitates. âAre you sure?â
âDefinitely! You see- Hm.â BIll starts, then hems and haws. Heâs also, very unsubtly, backing Dipper towards the bed. He takes a few moments, face scrunched up, before admitting, âYou had a decent point.â
Dipper blinks for a moment. Wow. Now thatâs rare.
But heâs not too surprised to let it slide.Â
As Bill pushes, Dipper lets his feet dig into the carpet, and adds a palm on Billâs chest. It draws them to a slow halt. âYouâre serious.â
âAs a broken femur.â Bill declares. He squeezes Dipperâs waist, while a smile creeps back onto his face. âIâve hosted this shindig nearly two dozen times, and every millenia they make it more of a drag.â He sticks his tongue out - then chucks Dipper gently under the chin. âQuick life tip, kid - if it sucks, stop doing it!â
âIâll keep that in mind.â Dipper grabs onto Billâs lapels again. Thereâs a smile threatening to emerge. Though, admittedly, he could be trying harder to hold it back.
âGood choice! Itâll keep ya from getting stuck in a routine.â Bill shudders dramatically, and starts backing Dipper up again. After a second he pauses -Â and presses a quick, wet kiss on Dipperâs forehead. âYour little reminder came in handy.â
Dipper reaches up from Billâs lapel, and cups his cheek. Feeling his demonic grin widen under his palm - and feeling oddly touched.Â
Though he knows Bill can be fooled, it doesnât make the rare moments when he is less surprising. Knowing that Dipper was right feels triumphant, and good. Knowing that Bill could have gotten stuck without a reminder.Â
It's also a reminder for Dipper. He is smart, and Bill likes that -
Dipperâs legs hit the edge of the bed, and he jabs his husband in the chest. Very lightly, not more than a prod. "Not going to miss the party?"
âHardly! That crapâs about as amusing as paperwork.â Now Billâs grin is truly, monstrously wide. He tilts Dipper over the bed, gripping tight to his waist - and winks. âIâd have way more fun playing with a drowned rat.â
âAsshole,â Dipper says, and kisses him.
Bill returns it with enthusiasm. More than a bit of groping. A slow lean over, that Dipper lets happen until heâs nearly horizontal, only his grip on Billâs shirt keeping him upright.Â
Part of him feels warm, and good. Another wants to push Bill on the bed, but mostly heâs amused, because Bill messed up.Â
He went and admitted something.Â
âYou canât take it back now, Bill.â Dipper sits down on the bed, escaping Billâs grasp. Albeit temporarily. As Bill pouts over his temporary loss of prey, Dipper smiles, and jerks a thumb at himself, âYou think Iâm fun.â
âEh, Iâve met worse.â Bill takes a hold of Dipperâs shoulders, slowly eyeing him up and down. âIf I knew how fun you were gonna turn out in bed, I woulda kept you all to myself.â He kisses Dipper once, then moves onto his cheek, and his neck, leaning him further onto the bed. âShoulda taken you back home and never let you leave.â
âSo. Kidnapping, basically.â Dipper braces his elbows on the bed, letting Bill work over his neck, then his shoulder - then grimaces. âThat⊠would have been a disaster.â
If Bill pulled that, Dipper would have been too alarmed to respond the way Bill wanted. Taken away from his home to a strange place. By a total stranger, with unknown motives. Not to mention how Bill back then was⊠not the worst about bedroom things, but he was still a major asshole. Between Billâs brash confidence and Dipperâs paranoid anxiety, that entire thing would have been -
âSee, this is why playing doctor didn't work out, Mr. âI need to see your medical licenseâ.â Bill smacks Dipperâs hip twice. It pulls him back into the moment. Bill raises an eyebrow. âItâs a game, sapling. Donât take it so seriously.â
Damn it, he has a point. Roleplay always falls apart once Dipper starts picking at it; it doesnât kill the mood, exactly. But it rarely works as intended.
Dipper wants this to continue. He wants to have fun, he wants to have sex, and Billâs ideas are usually good in that regard -
Screw it, it is just a game. No reason to make it too complicated.
In essence, itâs pretty standard âravishing by a demonâ, and theyâve done that before. This time itâs with a distinct twist, one he hasnât considered -Â Dipper glances down at himself -Â and his traitorous dick is responding.Â
He wonders if he should have brought the collar. But technically speaking, if he was just kidnapped he wouldnât have that yet. Thatâd be something Bill would give him later on, after -Â Â
Also, he might be overthinking again.Â
Maybe he should stop doing that.
 âAlright, Iâm into it.â Dipper admits. He spreads his arms wide with a shrug. âHave at me.â
âGreat!â Bill beams, clapping his hands together. âThen letâs get our party started.â
And without warning, Bill hauls him up, lifts him bodily and chucks him onto the mattress. Dipper bounces in place, getting his bearings as Bill eases his way onto the bed. And over him.
âGlad to have you here, Pine Tree.â Bill leans in, bearing an ominous smile and too many levels of smug to unravel. He has more presence than he deserves. âYou didnât make that easy.â
âWhy would I?â Dipper says, keeping his voice level. Slipping into the role is easy; and glaring is practically a habit. âYou kidnapped me.â
âChin up, sapling.â Bill says with a smile. Taking Dipperâs chin in hand, he tilts him up to meet his eye. âYouâre really gonna like whatâs in store.â
âCipher,â Dipper hisses, gripping the sheets tight. He scrambles back on the bed, slow enough to let Bill follow at a crawl. âWhatever youâre planning, you wonât get away with it.â
âIs that so?â Bill raises an eyebrow. Eying Dipper, up and down with a slowly growing smirk. âYouâre a little underdressed for thwarting, kid.â
Dipper jerks back, indignant. âYou stole my clothes.âÂ
The accusation in his voice isnât entirely feigned. The dresser was gone when he came back from his bath, damn it. He should have noticed. He tries to haul the sheets up around himself, but their mutual weight stops him.Â
âSurprise!â Bill says delightedly. He wiggles his fingers at Dipper, sitting up on his knees. âIâve had my eye on you for a while.â
Dipper manages to turn his laugh into a grunt, close-lipped.
âWhat do you want from me?â He presses his back against the headboard. Retreating was useless - Bill only needs to lean in and heâs caged in by his arms.
âHm. Decent brains, interesting body - way more into demons than youâd admit,â Bill says, nonchalant. One hand presses Dipperâs hip down firmly, holding him still. A thumb traces over his skin, a short distance away from his rising cock. âAnd packed chock full of lust.â
âThatâs not an answer.â Dipperâs face is red now. He braces his arms against the wood behind him. âIâm not -â But thatâs visibly a lie - âI mean. What does lust have to do with-â
âOh, you and I are gonna do some things!â Billâs thumb slides over the soft skin on the inside of his thigh. The other hand rises, and snaps its fingers. âLots of things.â
Sudden, rapid thumping makes Dipper nearly jump off the bed, as a shower of ropes, sex toys, and other lewd accoutrement plummet out of nowhere.Â
A dildo poings off his thigh, and something rubbery bounces off the mattress and rolls off the side. Thereâs a scatter of ropes at the foot of the mattress, while leather manacles manifest on the headboard.Â
Dipper gives all of it a cursory look. Then another, more cynical one at his idiot husband.
âPretty much all of these things.â Bill says, with no shame whatsoever. He grins down at Dipper like heâs about to unwrap a present. âAlong with everything else I can think of!â
âNow I get it.â Now Dipperâs glaring in earnest. A few things would make sense, fine. This is just overkill. âYouâre a pervert.â
âTakes one to know one!â Bill grabs Dipperâs shoulders and pulls, startlingly fast. Dipperâs head thumps softly against the pillow. His legs are spread around Bill now, and thereâs a palm planted on the center of his collarbone. âGlad you could join me.â
Dipper grabs onto Billâs wrist with both hands, squirming under the weight. He tugs, but not hard. âWhy would I sleep with you?â
âTo have the most fun of your life, duh.â Bill says magnanimously. He looms over him, pressure building on Dipperâs chest from his weight. Bill grins down at him, teeth bared in a vicious smile. âWeâre gonna have a great time together.â
Dipper shuts his eyes.Â
With Bill over him like this, dangerous, half-feral, and smug - that sends a tremor through him, going right to his dick.
âSee? I knew youâd like this, sapling.â Bill beams, and takes Dipperâs cock in his hand. Not firmly, just⊠touching. Hot enough to be tempting, loose enough to make Dipper want more of it.. âIâve seen your dreams.â
âYou-â Dipper canât think of much to say. He lets go of Billâs wrist, holds onto his arm instead. Thereâs a retort, somewhere. Except Bill knows how to touch him, and heâs stroking in earnest now, moving faster, holding tighter- âDamn it.â
âYouâre real interested in demons. A downright obsession, some might say.â Billâs voice is low in Dipperâs ear. He nips at it once, thumb spreading wetness over the head of Dipperâs dick. He rolls it around, listens to the groan - and chuckles. âImagination doesnât compare to the real thing, does it?â
God, Billâs warm, and heâs talking, the bastard. Thatâs never good for Dipperâs stamina. Even worse, Bill slows down, staying firm enough to make him - Dipper pushes his hips up into Billâs circling fingers-Â âAh.â
âFeels good, I know!â Bill starts chuckling. He squeezes again, smacking Dipperâs thigh, just near his butt. âAnd thereâs more where that came from.â
Dipper clamps his mouth shut. Adding a palm over it, for extra coverage. Another sound escapes, softer this time. He grits his teeth and turns his head, he canât watch if he wants to last longer. âYouâre - too much.âÂ
âOh, please. Weâve barely gotten started! You donât know what youâre really in for.â Bill says with pleased fondness. He lets go suddenly - Dipper tries to chase his hand for a second, then balls his fists in the sheets. Billâs sudden grin is feral, and smug. âLemme give you another taste.â
Dipper props himself up on his elbows. watching Bill duck down. Starting to plant kisses down his stomach, tongue trailing over his skin. Heâs-
Dipper swallows, he tenses his thighs. Bracing for the inevitable.âOh god.â
If Billâs hand is unfair, his mouth is worse. He doesnât give Dipper a break, just sucks him in. Too hot, extremely wet, with tongue sliding up the underside of his dick that takes Dipperâs breath away.
âThatâs-â The groan Dipper lets out is wholly his own. âFuck you, thatâs not.â He needs to take time to breathe, going tense. He slides fingers into Billâs hair, feeling them shake on his scalp. âThatâs not fair.â
Bill hums a laugh - the vibration makes Dipperâs mind go blissfully blank - then reaches up. Dipper already has a loose hold on his hair, but Bill tugs his hand closer.Â
âGod.â The prompt is obvious. That's what Bill wants - and Dipper sits up. Billâs tough, he can handle anything, including Dipper. He wants him to fuck his mouth, to pull his hair - a little pain, Bill loves that - and when he does, Bill lets out a moan that would be obscene in any context.
Dipper curls around Bill, gripping tight in his hair, pulling him down sharply and eyes rolling back as Bill just. Takes it. Itâs heat and wet and good, itâs been too long, Billâs firm tongue working clever designs on his dick as he rises back up -
And pulls away, the asshole. He watches Dipper whine, dick hard and red and needy - and merely laughs.
âHow many times have you jerked off thinking about that?â Bill asks, grinning. Dipper feels heat rush to his face - âBeen a while, huh?â Bill takes his cock in hand again, starting to stroke, slow and lazy and absolutely not helping the heat Dipper feels, in his chest and in his groin - âDonât worry, kid! Itâs gonna be way better with me helping out.â
Which is right, but only because Bill already knows which buttons to press. Where to touch. He never shuts up and he knows what ideas will make Dipper think too much.Â
Dipper shudders. He hasnât been touched in a while, and this is helping in ways he didnât realize. Bill shouldnât leave him like this, and he really wouldnât if given the chance, doing all kinds of things to him. Like this tight grip, this surge inside him, building to -
âWait.â He fumbles, gripping tighter on Billâs shirt, breathing faster now. Feeling himself twitch, the heat rising in his groin, quicker than he wanted. âWait. Iâm-â
âYou donât even have words for the ways Iâm gonna make you come,â Billâs voice is a low purr in his ear, tight pressure on his dick, Bill never stops talking, it does horrible things to Dipperâs imagination - âNot stopping âtill youâre a completely fucked out wreck.â
He would, he will - heâd make Dipper take his fingers and his cock, heâd touch him everywhere, until he -
Swears. Dipper arches up, gasping, coming in Billâs hand, grabbing at his shirt, at his shoulders. Bill grins wide, palm cupped over his cock, catching his release.Â
Heâs still chuckling to himself as Dipper drops back against the mattress. Blinking, slowly, at the ceiling.
Okay.Â
Not⊠the longest Dipperâs lasted. But it has been a while.Â
Bill hums a low, pleased tune, kissing Dipper on the temple, then the cheek. He leans back a bit - then cocks his head to the side as he looks at his palm.
âSeriously, though - you were really pent up.â Bill raises an eyebrow, breaking character for a moment. He examines the results with amusement, then takes a quick lick before wiping his hand on the sheets. âYou shoulda said something.â
Dipper sighs. This jackass. âI was trying to.â
A light clicks on in Billâs head. He sits up, suddenly alert. Eye darting around, thoughts racing - and he looks back down at Dipper.
Dipper doesnât meet that golden gaze. He clears his throat, covering his eyes with his arm. Suddenly heâs embarrassed.Â
Billâs not stupid. He noticed Dipperâs attempts; he could hardly miss the obvious. None of them were normal to begin with. They probably werenât that common for demons, come to think of it - and zero of them are things Dipper would come up with on his own.
âPretty strange approach you took there,â says Bill, patting Dipperâs thigh. He tilts his head to the side curiously, and his eye narrows. âWhat put those ideas in your head?â Thereâs a very tiny, miniscule amount of tension in the question. Dipper thunks his head against the pillow, rolling his eyes.Â
Billâs probing at something most people wouldnât consider. But spend enough time in a demon realm, and well - Billâs not entirely wrong to worry that Dipper might have been messed with. Itâs justâŠ
Dipper sighs. He knows what the reaction will be. But. He should say it now, too, before Bill gets the wrong idea.Â
âUm,â He says. Tapping two fingers together, and offering an awkward smile. âDemon Cosmopolitan.â
Bill blinks for a moment.Â
"Shut it." Dipper says. Already pre-annoyed.
âMh.â Billâs lips are pressed tightly together. âMhm.â Amusement scrunching up his face, clearly holding back. He lets out a loud âpfffftâ, shoulders rising.
âDemon dating advice sucks,â Dipper insists.Â
Billâs amusement is irrepressible. Even though he nearly chokes holding it back, it breaks through - and he starts laughing outright.Â
Dipper swats at him, not very hard. He has to admit it wasnât his greatest move.
âI can see it already!â Bill rolls off him, raising his arms in the air. âYou doing your âresearchâ!â He sterns his expression, a mimicry of Dipperâs - though his thinking face isnât that dumb looking - and clicks an invisible pen. Nodding to himself, very seriously. âGotta take notes on this copy of Playbaal.â
âItâs not that funny,â Dipper mutters. Not that it stops Bill. He straddles this jerk instead, and thumps him on the chest.
Another note to make - burn the notebook before Bill finds it.
Billâs always too pleased with himself, including his own jokes. His dumb, shitty quote-unquote 'impression' has amused him to the point where heâs lying back, arms over his chest. Cackling at his own cleverness.Â
Accurate or not - which it wasnât - itâs still really goddamn stupid.
Dipper rolls his eyes, feeling Billâs stomach bounce with laughter under the palm of his hand. No point in protesting. Let him have his fun.Â
Still annoying though.Â
Bill himself looks pretty stupid, anyway. Splayed out on the mattress like that. His shirt half-undone, his hair slightly mussed. An obvious tent in his pants.Â
âŠClearly distracted.Â
Dipper looks around at the toys strewn on the mattress. At the headboard, and Billâs arms.Â
Now a thoughtâs brewing, in his own head. A tempting one.
Not that long ago, Bill started proposing new ideas. Dipper hasnât had too many himself, heâs less experienced in this area. And while Bill makes bedroom stuff easy, as much as he can, Dipperâs still⊠awkward in general.Â
Even so -Â Inexperienced or not -Â He'd be an idiot to miss this opportunity.
Dipper crawls over his idiot husband, sitting down on his stomach with aplomb. Bill perks up, even as a bit of breath huffs out from the impact. He also raises his arms to get them out of Dipperâs way, which is perfect.
Dipper lets his fingers trail up one of them, lifting it by the wrist -Â
Where some experience comes in handy.Â
If he hadnât been on the other side of this before, he wouldnât know how to do it so quickly.Â
âHello there,â Bill says, grinning wider now. He glances down at Dipperâs hips, so close to his face now. âNice to see ya.âÂ
âUh huh.â Dipperâs trying for subtlety, he doesnât have a witty retort. Heâs busy sliding fingers up Billâs other bicep.Â
Said subtlety instantly fails, as Bill tries to grab his butt, only to be held up with a jolt. His eye goes wide, he snarls and yanks again, torso jerking upwards with his sudden surge. He nearly rises off the mattress, even with Dipper sitting on top of him.
Dipper tightens his legs, keeping himself steady. Blinking in surprise.Â
Bill nearly bucked him completely off, which is. Not⊠really the reaction he expected. The second arm is free, and itâs gripping Dipperâs thigh, tight -Â
While Billâs dominant hand is neatly tucked into the leather manacle.Â
After a second, Bill tilts his head back. Tugs his arm a few times, almost testingly - then looks up at Dipper with surprise.Â
âWhat?â Dipper asks. Theyâve done⊠stuff before. He didnât expect that much of a reaction.
âHuh.â Bill says, calmer now. Then, frowning slightly. âHuh.â
âWhat?âÂ
âHuh.â Bill says again, with the usual amount of helpfulness. Looking less annoyed, and more contemplative. He purses his lips, tapping the manacle thoughtfully. âGotta say thatâs a first.â
Oh.
All of the awkwardness Dipper was repressing surges back to the forefront.Â
Okay, thatâs. He didnât - well maybe he did think - was he thinking at all, holy shit -Â
âUm.â Dipper hesitates. What does he do now, besides lean over to touch Billâs forearm. âIs this-âÂ
Somewhere in the sheets, Billâs phone starts ringing again.Â
Bill lets out a disgusted groan, thunking his head against the pillow. Dipper starts scowling.
Bill twists one way, then another, looking for the source, while Dipper feels around for the damn thing without giving up his seat, fumbling in the silk. He finds it half-under Billâs back, just next to his knee.Â
Dipper fishes the phone up, and glares at it. Ringing, incessantly, with the same stupid ringtone. Likely itâs important. Something going wrong, or going right. Another demonic thing thatâs demanding Billâs attention.Â
They donât know they have competition.
Dipper picks up the call, tucking the phone against his ear. He feels Bill take in a sharp breath under him.Â
âFuck off.â Dipper says in clipped tones, before the being on the other end can say anything. He glares down at Bill, squeezing his chest between his legs. Almost daring him to interject. âHeâs busy.âÂ
Thereâs a sound on the other end of the call - but Dipperâs already hung up, and thrown the stupid phone right to the floor.
Underneath him, Billâs eye goes wide, blinking fast. It also starts glowing bright gold.
Dipper runs a hand through his hair, and tries not to feel awkward about that.Â
He isnât really⊠Being forceful isnât how he usually goes about things. But theyâve had enough interruptions from that godawful party already, and this one felt all too personal.
Bill shifts suddenly in place. Enough that Dipper has to steady himself, jolting back to the present.
Shit. Right, heâs got to get back to Bill. Whoâs -
No longer thinking, apparently. Heâs come to a decision with his usual speed. Billâs propped his other wrist against the empty manacle. Hell, heâs halfway slid it into the thing, waiting for the clasp to be shut.
Heâs also wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.Â
Dipper snorts in amusement, and says, âOkay.âÂ
He leans forward again. Thereâs an odd flutter inside as he sets Billâs other wrist in the manacle. As he sets the clasp, and tightens it. Fiddling with the leather is a decent excuse not to see the results, just yet.Â
Bill gives it an experimental tug, face changing as he thinks - then shrugs, and relaxes back on the bed. Humming a little tune to himself.
Dipper sits back. He swallows, though his mouth feels dry.Â
Right.Â
Thereâs Bill, underneath him. That body, warm muscle shifting against his thighs as Bill gets comfortable. A heartbeat, if Dipper presses a palm against his chest. His arms flex in the restraints, muscles tensing and shifting around before they relax again.Â
Heâs⊠Not, exactly, at Dipperâs mercy, because Billâs too strong, he could break out - hell, he made those restraints, they donât have to exist, he could escape at any time - But.
Dipper licks his lips. Normally heâs good with ideas. Itâs not working right now.Â
Bill. Held back for once. Powerful, impossible, insane - and lying there on the bed, grinning at Dipper. Waiting for him. That hat half-opened shirt exposing his chest, like an invitation to explore.Â
When Bill Cipher is.. is trapped like this, Dipperâs free to touch him wherever he wants. Or - or not touch him, if he wants, or only at the right moments, teasing until heâs the one shaking with sensation for once. Dipper could do pretty much anything, and Billâs looking up at him, head slightly tilted to the side, like he expects him to-Â
âUm.â Dipper sits in place, blinking, at a loss. Itâs like his brain has short-circuited, repeating the same thoughts in a circle.
After a second, Bill shrugs. âWell, well, well. Guess my new pet has a couple of tricks up his sleeve.â He lies back on the bed, nonchalant. He tilts his head back to examine his nails, since his hands are raised over his head. âWhat do you think this little stunt is going to accomplish?â
Dipper narrows his eyes.
 If thatâs the game, thenâŠ
âWhoâs captured who now, Cipher?â He jabs a thumb at himself, starting to smile again. He shifts back, settling down on Billâs thighs. âGuess I was smarter than you thought.â
âIf you were real smart youâd be running.â His sneer belies the tent in his pants, hips shifting up as Dipper moves closer. âYou know what happens to mortals who try to bind demons?â
Dangerous, always. Deadly, usually. If thereâs even one fault in the binding. Even the slightest mistake - and the demon bursts free, able to wreak whatever havoc they like - usually on the hapless mortal who tried to keep them bound.Â
In this case, Dipperâs feeling very reckless.Â
âIâm not running away from all the secrets of the universe,â Dipper says. He feels oddly light inside, excitement building as he starts to undo the rest of Billâs shirt. Fumbling, slightly, his fingers are uncoordinated. âYouâre gonna tell me everything.â
âHa! Youâve got no leverage, kid. Nothing to offer, no way to convince - and you donât seem like the torturing type to me.â Bill eyes his progress, mouth quirked up with amusement. âWatch the fabric, thatâs expensive.â
âOh, I can make you talk..â Dipper rips the rest of his shirt open. The last couple buttons bounce off into the room, and Dipper slides his hands up that chest, down again to Billâs stomach. Itâs all smooth skin, hot to the touch - âThe hard part is getting you to shut up.â
Bill lets out a sharp laugh. Being an asshole doesnât mean heâs not self-aware. Dipper forces a smile off his own face.Â
When Dipper undoes Billâs belt, he chuckles. When Dipper tugs the pants down, underwear and all, he lifts his hips to let them slide off. Bill even kicks the fabric off his legs, too, which is helpful; Dipper didnât want to fiddle with that part.Â
It leaves Bill naked, except for the still-opened shirt. Fully hard, cock resting on his stomach; still grinning, and still impenetrably smug.Â
Dipper narrows his eyes, trying to keep his face stern. Squeezing Billâs thigh, and feeling the muscle jump under his palm.Â
âI get it.â He says, shifting lower. His hands stroke the inside of Billâs thighs, up his hips. âThe great Bill Cipher thinks he can resist anything.â
âSure can!â Bill grins, head rising to track Dipperâs descent. He shifts his legs apart, making it easy to kneel between them. âI canât imagine youâve got anything in stor-â
Dipper ignores him. He keeps his eyes on Bill, tongue flickering out. A quick, wet thing, licking against his length..
âNh.â Bill grunts. Eye fluttering shut, he swallows visibly. "Taking a new tactic, huh.â The smirk returns, sharper now. âThat's hardly fair!"
âAll's fair in lust and war.â Dipper recites the old demonic phrase. He pulls Billâs cock upright, watching him suck in a breath - and smiles. âYou're going to do what I want."
âYou can try,â Bill purrs. His teeth are bared in his wide, pleased smile. âDo your worst.â
Taking Bill in his mouth is a guilty pleasure. Not that he should feel guilty, as Billâs often repeated, with great enthusiasm - but Dipper groans as he takes Bill in, hand gripping the base of his cock.Â
Itâs hot and hard, twitching again as Dipper idly rolls his tongue around. He opens up, mouth drawing in the thick length of him, cheeks hollowing out. Bill lasts a whole ten seconds before his hips rock up into it; a couple quick jerks. Soon heâs trying to fuck into his mouth, bracing a foot on the mattress, knee raised.
Dipper pulls back and plants a kiss on the head. Underneath him, Bill swears and his hips hit the mattress with a thump. Heâs slightly pink in the face, arms tense and eye shut.Â
Teasing. Taunting. Downright tormenting - now he sees what Bill sees in this.
The appeal.
He licks his lips as he draws back, to see Billâs cock jump in place, a muscle in his thigh twitch rapidly - then taking it back in, groaning around Billâs cock as his hips make short, desperate motions..
Bill wants to fuck his mouth, he needs to feel more - he can take it, heâs immortal, but Dipper can too, heâs good at this -Â undulating his tongue on the underside as Bill hits the back of his throat, and hearing a loud, breathless swear.
Bill might be all-knowing, all-powerful, and all-too-put together in most situations.Â
Heâs not now.
Instead, heâs swearing, low. Repeating and the same word, over and over again. His face is flushed and his chest heaves, rising and falling with heavy breaths. Heâs starting to sweat a little, turning his head to the side, trying so hard not to admit he loves this.
Thereâs pleasure in seeing Bill come so undone by this. Pleasure in knowing that heâs doing this, and fuck, it is good to suck his cock, Dipperâs already getting hard again himself.
âYou-â Thereâs a clang on the headboard as Bill tries to reach out, and gets held up. He swears again, under his breath. âGnh.âÂ
Dipper draws away. But he takes it slow, drawing it out far longer than Bill did. Bobbing back down briefly, and feeling Bill try to stay in until Dipper finally lets his cock fall from between his lips, dropping wet and throbbing onto Billâs stomach.
âIs it good?â He asks. He strokes Billâs length a couple times, watching Bill shudder. Bill lets his head drop back on the pillow, grunting something incoherent. One of his legs is shaking in place, not quite kicking out.
âYou can come in my mouth, if you want.â Dipper says, hearing Bill make a soft groan, nearly needy - but wait, right, the roleplay - âJust tell me what I want to hear.â
Bill bares his teeth. Breathing slower now, like heâs controlling it. His eye darts around under the closed lid, jaw tense.Â
Dipper licks up the underside of his dick, kissing just under the head. Billâs cock twitches again, and he keeps up his assault with no small amount of pride.Â
Thereâs no way Bill can resist much longer. Heâs already so close.Â
Bill breathes in, and lets it out, shuddering and slow. He pauses for a long moment. Then, slowly, he looks up from his pillow.Â
âYouâŠâ Bill starts. His tongue flicks out over his lips, and he flashes his most charming smile. âAre so goddamn good at this.â
Dipper feels a burst of embarrassed pleasure. He ducks his head a little, trying not to smile. âUm.â
There... Thereâs usually a retort Dipper can offer. But that wasnât an insult. So. âUm.â He repeats, like an idiot.
Underneath him, Billâs smile slowly, smugly widens into a full-blown grin.
âSo, yeah,â Bill makes a dismissive gesture with his bound hands. âGo ahead, take your time! I could watch you sucking me off all day.â He settles down on the sheets. Acting perfectly relaxed - though his cock tells a different story. âYouâre giving me enough jerk off material for eons.â
âBastard.â Dipperâs really trying not to smile, and he knows his face is red. Even his ears feel hot by now. âYouâre-âÂ
He stops. The protest dies before it fully forms.Â
Because Dipper knows Bill. All his tells. When Billâs bending the truth, or when saying something he doesnât believe. When heâs straight-up lying itâs obvious, and Dipper could pinpoint a misleading phrase from a mile.Â
This time, Billâs not lying. Itâs true.
All of it.
âOh.â Dipper doesnât have a followup. The burn of embarrassment flares in him; he must be blushing down to his chest at this point. Bill really -Â
He looks down - Billâs dick, almost straining in his hand - but looking at his face isnât better, Dipper tucks his cheek against one rising shoulder, face feeling hot on his own skin.
âIâve been watching you, sapling. All the time.â Billâs smug grin remains; heâs almost too pleased with himself, even though heâs still telling the truth - . âYou have no idea how good you look. How hard you make me.â His eye trails over Dipper, and his cock twitches against his stomach. âEvery time I come, I think about how much better it would be if I had you in my bed.â
God, and he does, too. Billâs not playing a role - or at least, not making this up. Theyâve done so much together and Billâs loved it, every moment, enough to make a mental video of them - and thereâs proof of Billâs lust, wet from Dipperâs mouth and hard in his hand.Â
Dipper doesnât know what to say. He has Bill in one hand, himself in the other, moving a little faster now, and itâs hard to focus. He shuts his eyes, trying not to pant.
âYouâve got a great mouth on you, kid. But it looks absolutely perfect around my cock.â Bill pulls on the restraints, lifting himself up to meet Dipperâs eyes - he lowers his head, avoiding it -Â âYouâve got a talent.â Bill strains to follow his gaze, headboard creaking at the pressure. His cock jumps in Dipperâs grip, grinning sharply. âPut it to use? And Iâll give you everything you want.â
Dipper had already ducked back down. Itâs right there - and hell, sucking Billâs dick is less embarrassing than listening to what he was saying. Dipper tastes him, opens for him. Feeling good, with the thick weight in his mouth, on his tongue. He holds the rest of his length with his other hand, face burning.
âThatâs it.â Billâs breathing hard, voice low. He tilts his head up, watching with his eye half-lidded = and a growing smirk. âGood boy.â
Dipper makes a noise thatâs nearly a choke, a soft, gagged whimper. Good at this, heâs good - he moans. Bill tastes of skin and salt, a heavy warm weight that feels good to suck. He pulls back to the head, cheeks hollowing and tongue flickering, before swallowing him down again.Â
âYou- Nh.â Bill curses, tossing his head to one side. One of his legs starts jogging in place, his teeth clenched. âGonna-â
Dipper doesnât stop, he strokes and groans in encouragement. Feeling Bill twitch as he comes, swallowing slowly. Bill chants something low under his breath before it all melds into a low moan. Even when heâs finished, Dipper keeps going, just to watch Bill shudder under him like heâs being pleasantly electrocuted, eye rolling back in his skull.
When Dipper finally sits up, Billâs downright dazed. Splayed out, blinking unfocused. Dipper wipes his mouth, and pats his thigh. A warm glow of pride overcomes the warmth in his cheeks.
So what if heâs got an infinite, powerful demon. Or if heâs a nerd. When it comes to this, even Bill Cipher isnât his match.
âTen outta ten.â Bill says, after a moment. He spent a good ten seconds blinking at the ceiling, eye unfocused. One of his hands gives a lazy thumbs up, then droops in its manacle. âA million stars. Would come back again, for eternity.â A quick smirk. âGive the server a massive tip.â
Dipper slaps his hip, just to make a point about puns. Then pauses. Heâs uncomfortably hard himself, and now that heâs not distracted - Billâs dick is flagging, but there's more than a few toys scattered over the mattress, thereâs lube. Everything he could use to help himself out. He leans over -Â
âNo toys,â Bill snaps, and Dipper jerks to attention. He hesitates. Already his hand hovers over the lube, just next to something thatâs smaller than Bill, but -Â
âAw, youâre lonely, arenâtcha?â Bill interrupts again. Starting to shake his head in mock pity. âI know what you need - and Iâm better than any of those.â He glances down at own groin, a cocky grin on his face. âI could make you come without you ever touching yourself.â
God, Billâs being oddly truthful today, and again, heâs right. He has managed that before, Dipper can feel his dick jump at the very idea of it. Itâs... Intense, and rough. Feeling that demanding demon over him, around him, deep inside of him - and actually, coming on Billâs cock sounds extremely fantastic right now.
Dipper fumbles the lube for a second, he reaches to stroke Bill into hardness again, get him ready-Â
âAh ah ah,â chides Bill. He rolls his hips to the side, dodging Dipperâs touch. âWhereâs the romance?â He flutters his eyelashes, his face in a mocking pout. âYou canât even gimme a kiss first?â
Dipper nearly snorts. Theyâre in the middle of - Billâs an all powerful demon. He knows so much. He controls an entire nightmare realm, and so many beings think heâs âcoolâ. Unassailable. Unflappable.
Bill Cipher is all of those things - and he says he married a nerd. Which is, okay. A fair statement.Â
But It takes one to know one.Â
âFine.â Dipper moves up closer, cupping Billâs cheek. Heâs trying not to smile, and failing. âJust one, though.â
Less than two seconds later, he proves himself a liar. Kissing Bill never stops with just a peck. They spend longer than they should, tangled together. Dipper lying halfway on him, Bill rising against his restraints to meet him, and his tongue flickering into Dipperâs mouth
Dipper finally gets a hand on him, where Billâs already halfway to attention. Spreading lube over him in slow firm strokes, feeling him harden quickly, hot under his palm. Billâs thick length slides easily under his touch, he can feel a vague pulse through it.Â
Dipper ducks his head next to Billâs reaching behind himself. He just - needs to prepare a little, and then- he bites his lip, slipping fingers inside.
Reaching behind himself never gives him the right angle, but. Dipper tucks his chin against his chest as he works himself slowly, twisting his fingers. He hasnât done this in a while. Itâs hard to relax. He breathes slowly, controlled - maybe he needs to spread his legs more -Â Â
Which is when Bill surges up underneath him, body arching up like a bow. âYou- Donât be a tease, kid.â The words come out in a low growl, too eager to be anything but honest. âAt least turn around and let me watch.â
Dipper stops out of sheer surprise. He pauses, looking up into a wolfish grin.Â
âCâmere. Sapling. You want some help? Let me give you a hand.â Bill licks his lips. Heâs trying to nudge him with a hip, his cock hard again, and his eye alight. âI wanna touch you.â
Right, that would be better. Ten times better than Dipper doing it himself. Billâs long fingers, pushing inside him - he swears under his breath, scooting upward, and itâs only as the tips of his fingers touch the manacle that he thinks enough to pause.Â
Dipper looks down at Bill. Bill blinks up at him, eye full of desire -Â
After a moment, Dipper glares.
The corner of Billâs mouth quirks up, a bit wryly. âGo on, do it.â He wiggles his fingers in the restraints. Almost teasingly. âWhatâs the worst that could happen?â
Dipper gives him a long, long look, before rolling his eyes.Â
âFine.â He repeats, smiling this time. âYou jerk.â He undoes one of the restraints.Â
The clasp opens, the leather parts. Bill stretches his arm out, raising it up front of himself with a pleased grin. Dipper moves onto the next manacle, bracing himself on Billâs chest for balance -Â
Bill yanks his other arm, hard. The chain on the headboard snaps with a sharp, metallic clink, and thereâs not even time to flinch as Bill lunges up from the bed.
Dipper gasps, half a second after the fact. Much too late, at that. Already thereâs a strong arm around his waist, a firm grip in his hair. Dipper didnât think about how fast Bill can be before he was already caught.Â
âYou really thought you could bind me, of all demons.â Bill shakes his head with slow amusement. He pulls Dipperâs head back and to one side, exposing his neck. âAnd they call me arrogantâÂ
âDonât get me wrong, though,â Bill continues, beaming. Starting to nose against that exposed skin, pressing his lips against Dipperâs rapid pulse. Dipper grits his teeth, letting out a soft grunt. He scrambles for purchase on Billâs shoulders. âItâs adorable.â
âI-â Dipper cuts himself off. Billâs just licked his neck. Then his ear, teeth grazing against the lobe - now heâs kissing just behind it. âThatâs-!â Then. Teeth, on his neck, a mouth on his skin - DIpper swears, and clasps a hand on Billâs neck in return - âNot fair.â
Bill laughs against Dipperâs shoulder. âAllâs fair in lust and war!â He starts trailing kisses up the shoulder, to his neck. âGet used to it.â His mouth sucks in the soft skin tongue flicking over it and absolutely leaving a hickey. Marking him up.Â
Thereâs a strong, searching hand between Dipperâs legs, sliding up the back of his thigh. But even when he does struggle, he canât pull away. Billâs all over him, surrounding him. Making him his. Heâs been captured, thereâs no escaping his attention -Â
Dipper shuts his eyes. He shuffles his knees further apart.Â
âYou could have run, but no! Thatâs not what you wanted.â Bill slides slick fingers inside him, deeper than Dipper could reach - right there. They spread him open, then press together, then flex - pleasure bursts inside him, god itâs been too long - âYou wanted this.â
Dipper shakes his head, but thatâs pointless. And obviously a lie; Bill grins as he continues. âYou wanted to get fucked. But youâre a skeptic, I get it.â The way he splays his fingers makes Dipper ache, in a good way, he digs his nails into Billâs back - âYou just needed a trial run, first!â
Part of Dipper wants to say that itâs a logical move. That if youâre going to be someoneâs⊠If itâs going to be a sex thing, you should find out if - Â
Then overthinking takes a backseat, Dipperâs mouth shutting with a click as Bill keeps pressing. Because Bill, the bastard, has clever hands, and a cleverer mind for angles, and his fingers are pushing in so deep. He barely hears Bill asking, âHowâdya like it so far?â
ââS good. Yeah.â The words fall senseless from Dipperâs lips. Very good. He was right, perfectly so, he made absolutely the right choice. When Bill curls his fingers thereâs a bright spark, and Dipper pushes into that point of pleasure, grabbing at the back of Billâs neck, at his shoulders, fumbling in sudden desperation. âMore. Please.â
âIn a minute.â Billâs hand never stops, fingers sliding in and out. Avoiding the hitting quite right, now, the bastard - Dipper can feel his breathing pick up, hot on his shoulder. The leather of the manacle is still around Billâs wrist, cool on Dipperâs skin. âYouâre so tight.â Â
Dipper tugs at him, trying to draw him in. It doesnât work, even if he really pulls - until Bill finally caves, sliding his fingers out. âAnd demanding.â He eases Dipper back then, pushing him down on the bed. âI picked exactly the right mortal.â
Dipper tries to get comfortable on the sheets - but Bill hauls him in by his hips. Heâs kneeling, which leaves Dipperâs legs splayed over his own. Billâs cock bobs obscenely over Dipperâs, a rude comparison. âYou sure you want this?â
Dipper flips him off. This jerk. Like he canât see how much he wants it, itâs right there. Heâs been hard for a while, extremely so, even now his dick taps on his stomach with urgency, jerking at the very thought of Bill inside him. Billâs just being a tease.Â
He nods, anyway, just to move things along.Â
âAlright, kid. You got this.â Bill shifts up slightly, a smile in his voice. He holds onto Dipperâs hip, starting to guide the thick tip of his cock inside. âYou can-â The blunt head of it slips inside, Dipper can see Bill pushing in and feel it, hot pressure entering. âTake all of it.â
Which Dipperâs done before. Heâs ready for it. Itâs thick and hot as always, but with this angle itâs - Dipper feels his toes curl, he tosses his head back with a whine -Â Just right. âYeah.â
âThatâs a good boy,â Bill purrs, thrusting shallow, a quick in-and-out, easing himself deeper, a long stroke following -Â âAll mine. My perfect little pet. â Each word emphasized with another thrust, another push deeper, more firm pressure inside that leaves Dipper breathless. The last bit of chain from the manacle is chill against his hip. âMy personal plaything.â
Dipper shoves a hand over his face, whining a protest. Heâs - heâs not a - that. But he is, a little. He wants Bill to âplayâ with him, a lot. Heâs wanted it for a while, and now he has it, Billâs totally inside him, hot and thick. Taking his time, not really fucking him like he could, and Dipper wants more so much he could almost - âAh.â
âNow that. Is a fantastic look for you.â Billâs voice is nearly a growl, his grin truly feral. He tugs Dipper closer, shifting up on his knees as he sets a quicker pace. âI could look at that face all day. Or night, as it were.â He draws back slightly, running his thumb around where theyâre joined, eye glowing bright. âOr just at you stretched out around me.â
Dipper nods again, helplessly. He can feel it, like itâs bigger than usual, but whether itâs the angle or the time heâs spent alone, he canât tell. Thereâs a hot burst of pleasure each time Bill fucks into him; heâs sweating and the sheets getting damp under his back, and in his hands. Holding on tight, and trying to hook his legs around Bill.
âGonna have you over and over again.â Bill mutters. He's urgently pulling Dipper closer, leaning forward as he rises up slightly. âAnd youâll love it.â In this position his cock sends stars swimming into Dipperâs vision, it's so much. His legs are tense, and theyâre starting to shake. âEvery time I fuck you. Every time I come inside you.â
Damn it, Bill keeps talking; he never stops when he should -Â All things Dipper can picture in his mind, clear as if it were a dream. He wouldn't have to get Billâs attention, Bill would be all over him, Dipper would be naked and ashamed and attended to. Whenever he wanted, Bill would be touching him. Kissing his neck, and his chest, shoving him down and fucking him like this, leaving Dipper shaking and waiting until he did it again, getting fucked and touched and adored -Â
âUse you whenever I want.â Bill rises up to his knees, holding Dipper fully by his hips with unnaturally strong hands, fucking into him rough and urgent. âLet you wait for me, naked in my bed, with all that cum inside you. Touching yourself. â Bill leans in, teeth bared, breathing hard. He squeezes tight enough to bruise - âUntil I bend you over and fill you up again.â
The steady pound of Billâs cock is building up pleasure too quickly; Dipper can feel it deep in him, ready to make good on his words; every time Bill fucks into him a bead of clear precome drips from his cock, Dipperâs so close he aches - ââM gonna come.â Dipper blurts, holding onto the sheets, tight. Back arches, nearly whimpering- âGonna come, please.âÂ
âSexy little mind. Cute goddamned body. Too eager.â Bill hisses the words out, keeping a steady, near-violent pace, his skin shining with sweat. âToo cute.â He yanks Dipper in tight, arms shaking slightly, and Dipper can feel his cock twitch inside, the added pressure makes him groan - âEverything I wanted.â Bill pants, teeth bared as his eye flutters shut, pressing their hips together. âFuck, I love you.âÂ
Dipper comes with a sharp, sweet shock, gripping at the sheets, mouthing at the air. Bill holds him close, hips jerking in place, balls deep, pulsing inside him.
Bill squeezes him a little tighter, dropping back onto his seated position. Dipper collapses, boneless from his orgasm - and relieved at the lack of strain on his back. He can feel Bill pulsing inside, hips still jerking faintly in the last few motions.
Dipper lets his head drop back. Trying to catch his breath. Bill stills in place, breathing slower. Eye shut. Until he eventually sighs. He pulls back and away, only to drop on top of Dipper, cheek resting on his chest.Â
After a moment, Dipper reaches up to card his fingers through Billâs hair.Â
Sleeping with Bill is always⊠interesting. In one way or another Over time heâs been introduced to things he thought were only on the internet, not something people actually did. Hearing Bill say something vaguely normal is strange.Â
And nice.
They lie there for a bit. Spending time in a calm post-sex daze, comfortable and dozy. Bill raises his arm, and Dipper obligingly unlatches the broken manacle, letting it drop.Â
With a sigh, Bill turns his head. Finally, totally relaxed, humming in contentment against Dipperâs chest. Dipper keeps petting him idly. Still thinking. Maybe too much, but heâs never going to not.
Even if it was said during sex⊠there should be a response. Right? If anything, itâs one of the few times he doesnât have to feel awkward saying it out loud.
âLove you too.â Dipper leans up, planting a quick kiss on Billâs head, before dropping back. He hugs his idiot demon a little tighter.
Bill makes a low, pleased sound, getting comfortable - then suddenly jerks in place. His head doesnât rise, but Dipper feels him go tense.Â
âAhem. Cute, kid. But you musta misheard me.â Bill clears his throat without looking up. And raises a finger, wagging it. âI said I love fucking you.â
âUh huh.â Lies, again. Weird one for him to pull, though. Bill doesn't say that sort of thing often, but heâs never outright denied it before. âSure.â
Dipper keeps running his hand through Billâs hair, ruffling it slightly. Bill lets out an annoyed grunt, but doesnât move, face planted on Dipperâs chest. For some reason the tips of his ears are pink.Â
But. Wait.Â
Demons do things backwards.
Hell, Dipperâs just read more articles than heâd admit about this exact topic. He should have figured. Though he was⊠distracted. When it happened.
âWell. If you had said something that kinky,â Dipper continues, feeling Bill mouth a swear against his skin. He thunks his forehead against his human pillow, and Dipper starts to smile. âI wouldâve been really into it.â
Bill looks up. Eye narrowing.
Watching his expression turn from annoyed to conflicted is the third best thing thatâs happened today.
âKind of a shame,â Dipper adds, dropping his hands to his sides. He shrugs, then tucks his arms behind his head. âI should have guessed you wouldnât be that sexy.â
âHey!âÂ
A brief tussle ensues. Not a fight, and not quite a wrestle. Mostly, itâs Bill jostling Dipper around and Dipper fending him off, neither with much force. He gets two sharp nips on his ear, then gentle teeth on his shoulder. Bill worries the flesh for a moment - a token gesture - before rolling off Dipper with a satisfied grunt.
Dipper follows, throwing an arm over his demon. And when he cuddles up against Billâs side, he feels Bill adjust to meet him.Â
Bill lets out a pleased sigh Relaxed, for once. Settling into that lazy, post-sex lassitude that Dipper only sees on rare occasions. Radiating smugness, too; heâs obviously congratulating himself. Dipper could see that in his face from a mile away.Â
Dipper narrows his eyes. Itâs nice when Billâs calm - but heâs also telling himself he's the greatest, cleverest, most superlative demon ever. That gets annoying.
Heâs proven correct moments later, when Bill starts to chuckle.Â
âI canât believe you thought you needed advice to seduce me.â Bill says. He shakes his head, almost incredulous. Thereâs a fond grin on his face. âI married a moron.â
The buried complement is in one of its shallowest graves yet. Dipper narrows his eyes. He would hit him with a pillow, but heâs using Bill for that right now. So he wonât.
âFine.â He pats Billâs chest instead. Feeling warm, and pretty relaxed himself. âNext time I wonât let you leave.â
âGo ahead.âÂ
âIâll interrupt everything,â Dipper insists. He props himself up on one elbow, glaring without any heat at Billâs stupid handsome face. âYouâll never get any plans done.âÂ
A smirk, and a lazy shrug. Bill even rolls his eye, grinning wider. âHey, you can try.â
âYou asked for it, Bill Cipherâ Dipperâs smiling now. He rolls on top of his idiot demon, cupping his face, shaking it in his grasp just to watch Bill get grumpy. âPrepare to be bored senseless, hanging out with some human all the time.â
âPfft, hardly!â Bill waves that off like itâs not even an issue. He also grabs Dipperâs butt. âYouâll never manage it.â
Hearing Bill practically perform necromancy on the usually buried compliments is - The only retort there is kissing him stupid. As always it disarms him; a demon, easily subdued. An idiot, who thinks just because his tongue is in Dipperâs mouth that heâs won.
All demons are stupid in the ways of romance. Research alone has proven that. And⊠real life has kind of proven that Dipperâs⊠not the greatest either.Â
Too bad for, Bill, though. Infinite knowledge, insane power. And stupid, and overlooking things. A gossip and a nerd. He admitted it already - too easily seduced, if youâre the right person.Â
Itâs too late for Bill to win this one. Heâs already met his match.Â
âLeave the gossip rags outta the bedroom, sapling.Theyâre made by idiots, for idiots. Terrible advice, all round.â Bill adds, once theyâve parted again again. He walks his fingers up Dipperâs back, running a hand over the back of his neck - then makes a face, as a thought strikes him. âIâm just glad you didnât try the starfruit thing.â
DipperâŠ. Probably shouldnât ask. If Bill thinks itâs bad, who knows what it looks like to a mortal. But hell, heâs always curious. Dipper sits up. âSorry, the what thing?â
âOh man, I gotta show you!â Bill perks up. He shuffles into a seated position, leaning against the headboard. One snap of the fingers, and magazine blinks into existence on his lap. âItâs horrible.â
 Dipper scoots up and over, resting his head on Billâs shoulder. Watching, as he flips to the advice column.
Turns out Bill has collected more than a few issues himself. Not for advice, but out of sheer amusement.Â
If Dipper thought humans gave each other bad advice, holy shit. Heâs amazed he got anything useful from his own research. For every drop of decent advice, the rest are insane by any standard. Demons have to be actively fucking each other over, they canât truly believe any of this crap.Â
Most of the time, Dipper bickers with his husband, while Bill finds points to argue right back. Itâs more fun than Dipper will ever say out loud, and Bill enjoys it immensely.Â
This time, theyâre sitting together. Bill nudging him to read another article, and Dipper pointing out how bad demonic advice is about humans. Thereâs more than a few magazines, and they comb over every single awful inch of them.
Reading how dumb and wrong other beings are. How theyâre ridiculous and stupid and terrible - itâs another contest, kind of. Billâs creative with his wordplay, mocking every single aspect. Dipper, though, has more pointed insights, and one of them makes Bill laugh so hard he nearly chokes on his own spit.
Itâs different. Itâs new.Â
And itâs fun.
Spending time with Bill is both unusual, and insane. It defies all natural laws, every legal one, and common sense is completely tossed out the window. Demons would think half their dates are boring. Humans would think the rest are insane.
For once, Bill had the right sentiment when it came to other people..Â
âScrew âemâ, is pretty good advice.
âYâknow, I had a centerfold in onna these things a couple centuries ago.â Bill admits, on the fifth issue. He taps his chin thoughtfully. âCanât recall which one, though.â
âI bet it was awful,â Dipper lies. He hopes the corner of glossy paper hanging out from under his mattress won't be too obvious. âYouâre the worst.â
âI am,â Bill says, with the usual amount of pride. His chest puffs out a little, he raises his chin.
Dipper takes Billâs hand in his own, squeezing tight. âYou are.â
Fuck it. They donât have to make sense to anyone else. Billâs incomprehensible to nearly everyone as it is, and Dipper barely understands himself half the time -Â
But the more time they spend together, the more they get each other.
And itâs never, ever boring.
Bill beams at him, pulling Dipper in for a kiss. Before he has a chance to take charge, Dipper puts his tongue in Billâs mouth first. Another contest, that Bill easily takes him up on, surging in for another kiss -Â He only breaks off halfway through to start laughing.
Demonic, human, or otherwise -Â No matter how normal or weird it gets -Â
Dipper smiles, and holds Bill tighter. Feeling his chest shake with amusement, a warm body lying on him.
He knows theyâll have plenty of time together.
#Not Safe for the working#familiar!au#This really needed another editing pass but maybe I'll do that if I ever put this up on AO3#I just reached the point where I couldn't look at it anymore and had to get it out of my brain for a bit#My apologies that this is all I have to offer you#At least it may bring you some amusement#Uhhh usually I have fun tag facts let's see#Oh yeah the event Bill was hosting was absolutely a demonic invasion of some sort#It's just that demons *see* it as a party#And wouldn't you know it it helps if you've got a major heavyweight for your scheduled shenanigans#Because you know that when it's on a timetable your party favors/victims are going to mount a defense#Imagine some demon hanging up after Dipper throws the phone#Another asking 'so is Bill gonna show up'#A slow shake of the head - if they have a head - 'he's getting laid instead :('#Sorry Dipper you made it pretty obvious what was going on#And then the 'party' was an absolute disaster#Bill says it serves them right; Dipper is mostly unaware of all of this#Does this mean that Bill will let himself be in this situation again??? Yes. Yes it does#Bless you Dipper you pulled out several stops but you didn't know what to do once you had said stops pulled#Anyway hope it wasn't too awful guys!! I'm working on other stuff too#I'm gonna go lie down now
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- It Takes Two - Pt.3
(Mammon x GN!MC)
Warnings: Angst to fluff, mentions of drunkenness and being taken advantage of, implied seggs Notes: S/N = succubus name (too lazy to come up with one and that hoe donât matter lol) also, if itâs garbage Iâm sorry lol thanks for reading!!
âAbsolutely not.â Satan deadpanned, arms crossed as he scowled at his brother.
âCâmon, Satan. This is important!â He insisted, unwavering under his younger brotherâs glare as they bickered back and forth in the fourth bornâs doorway.
After seeing you in the kitchen and finally being able to talk to you, to simply be near you, for the first time in over a week, he was too excited to fall back asleep. Instead, he used that time to come up with the brilliant plan he was currently rushing around to execute. If Satan would just cooperate, that is.
âLook, I just need to borrow it, okay? Just for today, then Iâll give it back.â
âDo you remember what happened last time a bangle like this was used in this house?â
Mammon shuddered lightly at the memory of the punishment he and Satan had received for putting the last truth bangle on Lucifer, just for him to destroy it in a matter of seconds.
âIâll never forget it.â He promised, expression going blank as he unwillingly reminisced. He shook his head lightly, as if clearing his thoughts and coming back to the current mission at hand, âDoesnât matter though, I for real need to borrow it.â
âNo.â The blonde demon stated once more, attempting to close the door on his brother. Mammon put his foot in the doorway and placed a hand on the door. Satan sighed, becoming quite irritated. It quickly dissipated upon seeing his brother's expression.
Naturally, they all knew what was going on. At this point, who didnât? But to see his brother now, the shell of the man he usually is, a desperation in his eyes heâs never seen before, was a little alarming to be honest. And you, seeing the way youâd been handling everything was far more painful to watch; for all of them. Because of this knowledge, and the level of agony that can be read in oneâs eyes; Satan relented.
He sighed heavily and opened the door all the way, stepping aside and motioning for his brother to come in.Â
âJust so weâre clear, Iâm doing this for MC.â He clarified.
Itâs not as if he was lying, but heâd rather spend an entire day bonding with Lucifer than admit he misses the old Mammon.
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Mammon was fidgety the entire day as he impatiently awaited for the perfect opportunity to set everything in motion, just as heâd so ingeniously planned. It would absolutely prove to you that heâs telling the truth, put all the rumors that have been circulating to rest, and get the succubus to confess to her part in all of it. All he had to do was wait until his last class of the day, Seductive Speechcraft; the only class he shared with you and the succubus both.
You had an oral assignment due today and had to pair up randomly, stand at the front of the class and seduce your partner. He hadnât been too concerned about the project because well, he had you. Itâs not like he hasnât seduced you before, and vice versa. Not to mention that no one else would dare pick you as a partner since it was a well known fact that the two of you are together. ...Were together.
Thinking of your relationship in the past tense made his heart ache.
He was practically bouncing in his seat with how restless heâd become. You were here in this class, just a few tables behind his. He tried to casually turn back and steal a few glances of you, but every time he did, you looked away. The permanent red rings that seemed to adorn your eyes now were like a knife to the gut.Â
His plan had to work. It had to. He couldnât go on much longer, knowing the kind of pain youâre in. The pain he caused.Â
She caused.
âMammon.â The professor called, gesturing for him to come to the front. He jumped up from his seat, nearly running to the front.
This is it. Itâs time to get MC back.
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âS/N.â
The room erupted in whispers, everyone turning to look at you. You sank down in your chair slightly, feeling as heat flooded your face. Embarrassment, anger, pain and probably a dozen more emotions surged through you. Asmo, who was sitting next to you, reached out and placed his hand on your arm that was resting on the table.
How does this count as proving his innocence? I shouldâve known better. Iâm such an idiot..
She stood from her seat slowly, turning back to look at you, a smug smile on her dumb face. You swallowed hard, the stinging in your eyes a warning of the tears that were to come. A few colorful words quietly slipped past Asmosâs lips as he gently squeezed your arm, giving you a sorrowful look.
She pranced to the front happily, Mammonâs face mirroring hers, making your stomach churn harshly.
If I lie and say Iâm going to the bathroom, I wonder if I can sneak off to the HOL...
The professor nodded to them, signaling they could begin whenever they were ready. Mammon nodded, reaching into his pocket as he turned back toward the succubus. He fished out a bracelet of some kind. He gently grabbed her hand and slipped the bangle on her wrist. She giggled and looked at it in awe. You could feel the bile rising in your throat, as the hole in your chest grew, making you certain it was visible on the outside.
âI got ya this unique bangle. I hope it brings ya as much happiness as it will for me.â Her brows furrowed slightly at his words, unsure of what he was implying. She shook it off quickly, turning her heart eyes back to him.
âWhen I first saw ya, I thought you were insanely beautiful and I knew I had to make you mine.â He began.Â
âIt didnât take long for you to win me over, using your charm and pretty words to reel me in.â He said, smiling at her. Her face was flushed as she soaked up the words that were tearing you apart.
Mammon dropped the hand that had still been holding hers from when he slipped the bracelet on, âBut, thatâs all it was, huh? Charm and pretty words.â Your ears perked up at the slight change in his tone.
âWhat?â She questioned, a look of confusion replacing her infatuated one.
âYou only wanted me for what ya could get outta me. Grimm, clothes, jewelry. When I realized that, I broke it off.âÂ
âHow is this considered seducing?â She griped, crossing her arms over her chest, lips contorting into a pout.
âBe patient, the best part is coming up.â He beamed at her.
âWhere was I? Oh, right!â He began, turning his gaze on you, the class following suit. You sank a little further into your chair.Â
âFast forward a few hundred years and now MC and me are together and couldn't be happier. Like, Iâve never been so happy in my entire life. But, for some reason you hated that, huh?â She glared at him through narrowed eyes. âYes, I did.â
She gasped, throwing a hand up to cover her mouth; shocked by her own words.
âWhy?â He pressed.
âBecause MC has become so popular. Like, theyâre just a stupid human. Whatâs so great about them that they get the attention of every high ranking demon in all of the Devildom?â She blurted out, eyes filling with horror as she realized she couldnât stop the words, the truth, from spilling out like word vomit.
Whispers could be heard once more throughout the room, eyes darting back and forth between you and them.
âIs that why ya confronted MC after school last week?â He continued.
âYeah. I wanted to hurt their feelings, knock them down a peg. Let them know that they arenât that special just because they have what I had first.â She gasped again, shocked by how easily she was spilling her guts.
âWhat is going on?!â She hissed at him as she nervously looked around the room at their fellow demons, and you, staring at her.
The corner of his mouth pulled up slightly, âOh, did I forget to mention that that bangle makes the person wearinâ it only speak the truth? Mustâa slipped my mind.â He scoffed lightly, tapping his forehead a few times.
Oh my Diavolo.. the truth bangle..
Having remembered when you and Levi borrowed it from Satan to put on Mammon because of that game of Leviâs you got stuck in, you were fairly certain you knew where this was going. A small feeling of hope blossomed in your stomach.
With eyes as big as saucers, she desperately clawed at the bangle like some feral animal caught in a trap.
âOnly the person who put it on can take it off.â He informed her, another smirk on his face.
 Her head snapped up to look at Mammon, who was already staring at her. He leaned in, his words only meant for her ears.
âTime to pay for what ya did.â He whispered venomously, causing her to recoil slightly.
âMovinâ on.â He leaned up quickly, shooting you a glance before continuing. A look youâd seen many times before.
That was his âI have an ace up my sleeveâ look.. Heâs definitely up to something. You thought to yourself.
âLetâs talk about last week at the club. Tell us what happened.â He said, walking the floor around her. The way he was talking to her was as if he were a talk show host trying to pull the latest tea out of his guest.
âI went with some friends, but decided to snoop in the VIP lounges to see if I could flirt my way into some free drinks. And I found you in one of the lounges, clearly drunk off your ass. Oh, and you were whining about that stupid human.â She rolled her eyes. The look on Mammonâs face, the bubbling anger, didnât go unnoticed by you.
âOkay, Iâm gonna have to stop you for a moment. I donât really see how this fits into Seductive Speechcraft.â The professor chimed in.
âItâs gettinâ there, I promise.â Mammon assured him. The professor eyed him curiously, then nodded.
âAlright, so after ya found me in the VIP lounge, what happened next? Tell us everythinâ.â
She shook her head wildly from side to side in protest of continuing, knowing she would be doomed if the truth got out, but the bangles magic was too strong.
âI tried talking to you, but you kept being an ass, once again, whining about the human.â She scoffed, â Then, I sat down next to you and started flirting with you, whispering in your ear and stuff, then you jumped up. But, you got really lightheaded from the quick movement and sat down again. You were very, very intoxicated.â She explained, panting; becoming physically exhausted as she tried to fight the bracelets magic.
So far everything is just as he said. Which means the next part is..
Sweat beaded on her forehead and her face paled as the words that revealed her for what she was started to come out.
âI thought that since you were so wasted youâd give in to me, so I climbed into your lap. We started making out and it was getting pretty hot, pretty fast, but then you kept saying their name over and over and over. So I went along with it. You were so wasted you didnât know what was going on, you were going to ruin me on that couch, thinking I was them and I wasnât going to stop you. You were almost mine again, but before anything good happened the human and Asmodeus walked in and ruined everything.â
She clapped her hands over her mouth as tears began welling up in her eyes. Everyone in the room was staring at her wide eyed and whispering. D.D.D. 's all over the room were snapping pictures and recording video of the chaos. She was ruined.
Mammon quickly grabbed her hand and slipped the bracelet off her wrist. The succubus ran from the room red faced and in tears after outing herself as a jealousy fueled, manipulative predator.
You were shell shocked.
Everything was true. Every bit of it. He didnât betray you, break your heart. Even completely out of it, all he thought about was you..
Youâve spent the entirety of the last seven days believing the one person youâd fully trusted with your heart, the only person youâve ever loved so much that they just felt like home, had completely stabbed you in the back and broke your heart.
But he was taken advantage of when he was in a bad way, and he was innocent.
âSo⊠youâre not going to do a Seductive Speechcraft presentation? Because although it was entertaining, your little show doesnât count.â The professor interrupted the commotion, looking at Mammon expectantly.
Mammon turned to you and motioned for you to come to him. Like the love struck fool you were, you obliged; eagerly rushing to the front of the class. He reached for your hand as soon as you came to him, cradling it softly in his with misty eyes as he looked at you.
âMammon, I-â You began but was quickly interrupted when he put his finger to your lips, shushing you.
âHang on, MC. I got somethinâ I really need to tell ya, okay?â His expression was serious yet soft.Â
âYou are the most important thing to me in all the realms. I donât care that youâre a human and Iâm a demon. That donât matter to me. Iâve never been happier in all the millenia Iâve been around.â His bottomless blue eyes bore into yours as he fiddled with your fingers nervously.Â
âI swore to ya that Iâd never do anythinâ to hurt ya, and I meant it MC. I didnât want her, and I still donât. Youâre the only thing I ever want for the rest of my life. I love ya, MC. And Iâll spend every day provinâ it to ya.â
With tears streaming down your face you threw your arms around his neck, smashing your lips to his hungrily. His arms wrapped around you tightly, holding you as close as possible as your lips moved together desperately.
âAlthough it was odd and took you entirely too long, I guess Iâll give it a B+. ..Ok, thatâs enough, break it up. Hey! Do I need to get a hose?â
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Devilgram was quickly flooded with pictures and videos of S/Nâs multiple, embarrassing confessions, effectively putting to rest all the rumors that had been circulating as of late.
After being scolded heavily by the professor and even more so by Lucifer for your very public display of affection, the two of you locked yourselves in his bedroom.
âThankfully Satan let you borrow that bangle.â You were sitting up against his headboard while his head rested in your lap facing your belly, arms wrapped around you snugly refusing to move even a centimeter.
âMhmm.â He hummed sleepily as you carded your fingers through his hair, ever so slightly scratching his scalp with every pass. Itâs the most relaxed heâs been in what feels like eternity.
âProbably made spilling your guts in front of everyone a little easier, too.â You teased lightly in regards to his tsundere tendencies.
âI wasnât wearinâ the bangle.â He stated, matter-of-fact.
âWhat?â Your hand paused in his hair.
âYa talkinâ about all the stuff I said to ya back there? Yeah, I wasnât wearinâ the bangle. I donât need to be forced to tell ya how much you mean to me. Not anymore.â He pulled you down onto the bed, causing an outburst of giggles from you, until he was hovering directly above you. His hand rested softly against the side of your face, his thumb tenderly stroking your cheek; his sapphire eyes overflowing with love and adoration.
âSince the first time ya smiled at me, the first time ya said my name; Hell, even from the second I saw ya, itâs only been you. I would go to the ends of time or destroy an entire realm single handed, if it means youâll always be mine; if youâll always love me and stay by my side. Till my heart stops, itâs yours.âÂ
Feather light fingertips trailed down the side of your face to your jawline. His thumb reached up to wipe away a lone tear that you let slip at his words, as he wrapped his arm underneath your body, pulling you to him until you were completely flush to his body. His lips met yours softly, lovingly; sending electricity through your veins.
The rest of the afternoon, and part of the next day, was spent making up for lost time.Â
And, as for what happened to S/N, aside from being publicly humiliated with her reputation in shambles, as it should be;Â letâs just say you know a certain book worm of a demon who loves curses and hexes, especially minorly inconveniencing ones, that was willing to teach you a few new things.Â
Who knows? Maybe she will enjoy finding crumbs in every pair of shoes or socks she will ever wear.
- fin -
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Demon Bros Pet Names HCs and Scenarios
Demon Brothers Pet Names Headcanons and Kiss Scenarios
Summary: Headcanons of the brotherâs petnames for you, vice versa, gender neutral MC, fluff kisses  <3
Warnings: Implied nsfw, suggestive, somewhat explicit
Lucifer:
Oh, Lucifer. This man may seem cold but on the inside, and when the two of you are alone, heâs the biggest softie. Like, big softie.
His pet names are more...traditional, if you will. He absolutely despises pet names such as baby, babe, honey, etc., so donât expect him to use them. If you use them on him, expect a wrinkled nose and a grimace.
His personal favorites are my beloved, my rose, my darling, my love, my dear. Heâs very possessive of you and intends to make sure his pet names for you further prove that.
He allows you to call him Luci and LuLu when youâre alone, and, even though he vehemently denies it, he finds it incredibly endearing. Other than that, he isnât very fond of pet names for himself.
However, he simply adores when you call him your love. He might be possessive of you, but it fills him with so much pride knowing that you want others to know heâs yours as well.Â
During sex, you 100% call him Daddy and Sir if youâre into that. If not, his love-making is so intense that you can only manage to utter out his name- and he loves that. It really strokes his ego wink wink
Lucifer absolutely adores calling you princess/my prince during sex, no matter what the mood is. He finds the way it makes your face flush irresistible.Â
âLuuuuciiiiii,â you whined out impatiently, attempting to get your boyfriendâs attention. Heâd had his nose stuck in paperwork for hours now and you were in some serious need of attention. âYou havenât so much as looked up at me in the past, like, 10 hours,â you pouted.
Finally he raised his head to lock eyes with you. Dark circles marred his beautifully pale skin, showing the effect of the overwhelming workload he was forcing himself to push through. You felt your heart ache at the sight of him, all signs of impatience leaving you to be replaced with a look of worry.
He gave you a weak smile while resting his head in his hand. All you wanted was to wrap him up in your arms and play with his hair as he napped against your chest. So thatâs exactly what you went to do- love him.
You stepped towards him, his tired eyes looking up at you quizically.
âMy love, please take a break. Youâre exhausted. Please,â you softly pleaded, reaching your hand out to hold his cheek, thumb swiping back and forth soothingly.
He closed his eyes and pressed himself into your hand, letting out a content sigh, bringing his own hand up to hold yours to his face. Your heart swelled with love- early on the in the relationship, heâd flinch when youâd try to touch him. Now he treasured every carress you had to offer.
âCome here darling,â he murmured, motioning for you to climb into his lap. You did as he asked, straddling his lap and lacing your hands together at the nape of his neck.
The way he looked at you with such adoration made your heart race. You leaned down to capture his lips in a sweet, loving kiss. His hands came up to press you closer to him, one hand threading into your hair and the other pressing on your lower back. Your fingers played with the hair on the nape of his neck.
He pulled away slightly to whisper against your lips,
âYou always know how to stir up these feelings in me, my dear.â
Mammon:
This man adores the cheesy petnames. Like the tsundere he is though, he denies it with a blush so intense it reaches his ears.
He doesnât even use petnames for you when your relationship first begins. The tsundere is strong with this one.
At first, it seems like all he ever wants to call you is âhis humanâ. And youâd be lying if you said you werenât a little disappointed
Until one fateful day, he called you. You picked up the phone eagerly and to your surprise he uttered out a, âHey babe, are ya busy right now? Ya better not be- come to my room asap.â
Needless to say, you could have sworn your heart skipped a beat
Mammonâs pet names of choice include, but arenât limited to, sugar, baby doll, dollface, doll, baby, babe, honey bun/honey bunny
He loves anything that will make you smile, though. Itâs his favorite thing in the whole world.
During intimate times he mainly sticks to calling you baby and baby doll, expect him to desperately moan that into the crook of your neck as he begs you to continue
He blushes, stammers, tells you to stop, but then tells you to not stop when you call him pet names. He not-so-secretly loves it, and you know it.
You like to call him mammonie, monmon, baby/babe, handsome, and my prince. Just to mess with him and to see that cute flush of red on his gorgeous tan skin. Itâs also undeniably cute and cheesy
During sex, he absolutely adores being called baby boy. It really gets him going. This boy is a sub
You were scribbling school notes in your notepad, studying for the upcoming exam when your D.D.D rang. You sighed, setting your pencil down and reaching for your D.D.D to see who was interrupting your study session.
It was Mammon.
Of course it was. You adored him, you really did, but his timing was pretty awful. You answered and put the phone up to your ear with your shoulder so you could continue copying down some notes that Satan so generously lent you.
âYo, yo, yo! Babe, are ya busy? Ya better not be- come to my room asap!â He exclaimed happily.
The phone fell from your shoulder and onto your notepad. You had felt your heart skip a beat. He called you babe.
âU-uh...MC? MC??? That was an accident. I aint mean it. Just...come to my room. Hello? Human, are ya even there??â He stammered on nervously.
You scrambled to pick the phone up, responding in a teasing tone, âMammon. Three things. 1: I heard that. 2: Iâm studying. 3: I heard you call me that.â
You could hear him huff on the other end. He was seriously too cute, too easily flustered.
âJust drop it, wouldja? I aint mean it! Now get your ass over here- I dont care if youâre studying. No one makes The Great Mammon wait!!â
You could practically see him puff his chest out. You just wanted to engulf him in a hug and ruffle his snowy locks so badly.Â
With a grin, you taunted, âOkay, babe. Iâll be right over.â
You hung up just as he began to sputter and protest, checked yourself in the mirror, sprayed some perfume/cologne on, and began to make your way to Mammonâs room.
As you reached Mammonâs room, you thanked all your lucky stars that you didnât run into any of the brothers. Without warning, you swung Mammonâs door open, and he jumped with a shriek.
âJeez, ya scared the livinâ evil outta me, human!â he exclaimed, clutching his t-shirt near his heart. His cheeks were already tinted a lovely blushed hue against his beautifully tanned skin.
âAwww, sorry Monmon. Didn't mean to startle you,â you poked, watching as he crossed his arms over his chest, beginning to protest that you didn't, in fact, frighten him.
You quickly leaned forward to place a gentle kiss on his lips. He froze, and you could practically hear his heart race. You pulled away, both hands coming up to the nape of his neck as he just stared at you, mouth slightly open, his face bright red.Â
âYou worry too much, baby.â You teased him, a smile playing on your lips.
And then he leaned in to return your kiss, hands settling on your lower back gingerly
Needless to say, he began to âaccidentallyâ continue to call you endless pet names. He really did love them and you
Leviathan:
Please, for the love of all things unholy, please let this shy boy call you silly pet names. He adores them, simply because it makes you giggle, and he loves knowing that heâs the one making you laugh
Levi appears as though he doesnât feel shame, but we know he just hides it really well. However, he still rambles to anyone and everyone about Ruri-chan and anime, so he wonât mind you using pet names for eachother around other people
Because of his anxiety though, he probably wonât be too keen on that idea at first. Will his brothers laugh at him? Surely theyâll think heâs gross and creepy regarding his choice of pet names, right? Wrong. Ensure to him that he doesnât have to do anything that he isnât comfortable with, and if anyone judges them then theyâre just normies. Heâll love you forever.
Leviâs most used pet names for you are sunshine, cutie, snookums, goofball, and player 2
Sunshine is his personal favorite because humans seem to associate happiness with the sun, and youâre his main source of happiness. So why wouldnât he call you that?
He also refers to you as his player 2 a lot. Youâre not only his lover, but his best friend. His partner in crime. His Henry.Â
Calling him pet names is undoubtedly one of your favorite things. He stutters, blushes such a deep shade of red, and tries to hide his face behind his hands. Please take ahold of wrists, move them from his face, take hold of his face, and place a kiss on his nose. You want Levi.exe to stop working? K.Oâd? Do that.
Your favorite pet names for him are Leviachan, cutie, sweetie, handsome devil, baby boy, my sweet prince, etc. Anything that helps boost his confidence is a good pet name in your book.
During sex, Levi would hardly be able to form a coherent sentence, so I imagine your name would fall from his bitten lips like a mantra
If youâre into it, he would be down to call you master/mistress, 100%
Most of the time you call him baby boy and sweet boy and needy during sex. I HC that heâs very submissive and melts at your endearing yet dominating pet names for him.
We also know itâs canon that Levi has a degradation kink- so use it. Call him a whore, pervert, slut, needy bitch. Heâll let out the sweetest whines and whimpers.
âLevi, sweetie, I promise itâs okay. Nothing happened between Mammon and I. We just went shopping,â You gently explained to a very frazzled Levi.
He was sitting in his gaming chair, anime paused, arms crossed, avoiding your gaze, and pouting. A frown also adorned his troubled features.
He refused to answer you.
âLevi, please speak to me,â you tried again, reaching out to take ahold of his hand.
You offered your hand to him gingerly. He studied it for a moment, and then, with a blush beginning to spread across his cheeks, he complied and laced his fingers with yours. He heaved a sigh as you swiped your thumb against his hand soothingly.
âI know, MC. I trust you. It just makes my blood boil knowing youâre out with him instead of being with me....I donât really blame you though, I guess. Iâm a gross and yucky otaku. I wouldnât want to hang out with me either,â he grumbled, his voice cracking near the end, along with your heart. You wished so badly he wouldnât talk so down on himself all the time.
It was time to show Levi just how much he meant to you.
You surged forward to engulf your serpent-like boyfriend in a bone-crushing hug. He let out a squeak, his arms coming up in surprise.
âLeviachan, I wish you saw how much I love you. I love spending time with you. I love playing games with you. I love watching anime with you. I love listening to you rant and ramble about them. I love how passionate you are. Youâre so cute when you get like that, yknow?â You murmured to him with as much love as you could muster.
Suddenly his arms were wrapped around you, hugging you tightly to him. He planted a kiss on the top of your head before nuzzling his nose into your hair.
âYou normie,â he whispered, âyouâre really too much. I think youâre the only person who can find my ranting endearing.â
You pulled away with a pretend frown on your face, lacing your fingers with his once more.
âNormie? Again? Really Leviachan? In what way am I a normie?â You prodded, grinning at him.
He blushed, looking down at your intertwined hands.
âI suppose youâre not really that much of a normie. You do nerd out with me, to be fair...â He grinned back at you- a genuine grin, at that. It warmed your heart.
Before you could say anything else, Levi surged forward to place a chaste kiss on your lips. It was gone as soon as it was there. You blinked, wide eyed at him. His face was ablaze- you didnât think you had ever seen him so flushed. You didnât even know he had the confidence in him to do that.
In a rare moment of softness, he whispered
âI love you, sunshine. I really do. I wouldnât want anyone else to be my player 2.âÂ
Satan:
Satan is the absolute best in the business at hiding his true intentions; after all, all smiles are an act
Except... you actually stir up feelings of love within him, and it drives his curiosity through the roof
He appears to be very confident so his brothers opinions donât really matter to him. Heâs also awfully petty, so I imagine he moreso uses pet names for you around them to simply dangle in their faces that only he can do that
That doesnât change the fact that every time you use a pet name for him, hes face flushes an adorable red before he sorts himself out
His favorite pet names for you are sweetheart, kitten, darling, little kitty, gorgeous, wildflower, and my sweet girl/sweet boy
We all know this man is into pet play, so his most used nicknames for you are kitten and little kitty. During and not during intimate times.Â
During sex, Satan calls you all sorts of endearing terms- heâs a master of dirty talking. Itâs filthy yet simultaneously charming. Kitten, darling, and your name roll off of his tongue the most. If youâre into it, he will definitely degrade you, calling you a needy whore, filthy slut, cumslut, cumrag, fuck toy, you name it and heâll use it. Heâd most likely be opposed to calling you a bitch- it feels too hurtful for him.
You love to call him handsome, my bookworm, stud(teasingly), good looking, and babe/baby. Each and every one earns a chuckle and a momentary blush from him, so itâs definitely worth it.Â
Want his attention when heâs too busy reading? Call out his name a few times- he can hear you, but he chooses to ignore you. Bring out the pet names and heâll be burying his blushing face into his book, completely flustered. He takes a moment to compose himself before tutting at you. You interrupted his very important reading- how naughty.
When Satanâs feeling dominant, heâs dominant. He demands that you call him Sir or Master during sex. He doesnât mind being called Daddy, but it doesnât get him going quite like the other two do. When heâs feeling more submissive, absolutely call him your handsome boy. Pet gets him riled up as well- use it from time to time.
You couldnât believe just how beautiful the sight in front of you was. The stars in the Devildom seemed to burn brighter and more fiercely than the ones in the human world. You were almost entranced by them, not wanting to tear your eyes away from the gorgeous nighttime sky.
That is, until you felt the hand that was holding yours give a gentle squeeze. You quickly turned your head to make eye contact with his emerald gaze. The main emotion you could see in Satanâs eyes was adoration, and suddenly your heart was being squeezed as well as your hand.
Here you were, taking a late night stroll in the Devildom with Satan, the night sky painted with deep clouds and bright stars, and he was looking at you like you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
He had taken you to what appeared to be a park. You walked along the path hand in hand as you took in every little detail. The deep greenish blue bushes were hiding little critters, the pond had a fountain that splashed around the deep blue water, there were bugs that looked and acted an awful lot like lightning bugs(Satan explained that they were practically the same except that these were called Hell Fire Bugs, were only found in the Devildom, and had little horns that adorned their head), there were giant flowers of golden and orange hues everywhere, and, to your delight, there was a little wooden bench sat right in the perfect spot.
âSatan, can we sit down?â You asked with a smile, motioning to the bench. âI love where itâs positioned; you can take in everything perfectly!â You peered up at him to see that a gentle smile was gracing his features.Â
âOf course we can sit down, darling. Are your legs feeling tired of walking as well?â He pondered. After all, he wasnât completely sure what a humanâs threshold for walking distance was.
âMm, a little bit,â you admitted, absentmindedly rubbing your arm. Youâd gotten so caught up in his presence and the sights around you that youâd only just now noticed the beginning of a burning sensation in your legs.
âThatâs a shame. I guess Iâll have to carry you to the bench then, huh, kitten?â He said, flashing you a sly smile.
Protests left your mouth but to no avail. You were already thrown over his shoulder, his long fingers resting on your bum, giving a gentle pat. He was comfortably warm, and you were lying if you said you couldnât stay in his strong arms forever.
You were giggling, squirming, demanding that he put you down that instant- but you both knew how much you loved it. His grip tightened on you as a warning.
âKitty, if you keep squirming, Iâll have to punish you. Itâs not nice to deny my kind gestures.â He teasingly warned, giving a harsher smack to your bum. And at that, you huffed, but calmed down.
He gently set you down on the bench, caressing your face before sitting down next to you, reaching out to grab ahold of your hand once again. You gladly took his hand in yours, sighing contentedly as he swiped his thumb soothingly against yours.
You leaned in closer to him, pressing against his side, and placed a gentle peck on his cheek. His skin was so soft, so warm. Welcoming. You couldnât have felt more safe, more comfortable, more at home than you did in this moment. He let out a light chuckle.
âAre you happy now?â He murmured, snaking an arm around your waist to pull you flush against his side. You curled your arms around his arm closest to you, resting your head on his broad shoulder. You breathed in deeply, taking in his calming scent. He smelled like old books and tea. âI couldnât be happier.â You whispered out. Your heart was so full, you could hardly take it.
âGood, Iâm glad,â He warmly responded, and began to absentmindedly play with your hair as you both enjoyed the scenery in a comfortable silence.Â
âHey, Satan?â You gingerly asked after a few minutes. He gave a hum in response.
âI wish we could stay like this forever.â You admitted, feeling your face heat up.
He craned his neck to peer down at you, you pulling away gently to look at him.
âYou truly are something else. You want to stay with me, a demon, forever? Are you sure about that?â He inquired, secretly hoping you wouldnât backtrack. And you didnât.
âIâve never been more sure in my life. I love you.â You whispered back.
His only response were gentle hands coming up to cup your face, his lips softly melting against yours.
Asmodeus:
Naturally, as the Avatar of Lust, pet names are his forte. He calls you pet names about as often as he tries to cop a feel- so, very often
He loves using them in front of anyone and everyone, shame just isnât a word in his vocabulary. He finds cute nicknames incredibly endearing and genuinely wonders why everyone doesnât feel the same way about them.
He high-key expects you to use pet names for him as well. Let EVERYONE know heâs your beautiful boy, dammit. Its obvious but it makes him feel happy, so youâre more than willing to comply.Â
His personal favorite pet names for you include, but arenât limited to, cherub, dear, little darling, angel face, doll face, honey/hun, bunbun, love bug, lover, and mi amor.Â
He simply loves to do anything and everything you want him to do to please you, but he expects the same energy in return.Â
So, during intimate times, if you want him to degrade you he will. It just isnât his favorite thing to do- heâd rather worship you and make you feel on top of the world with honey dripping words. Therefore, during sex, he prefers to call you darling, baby, baby girl/baby boy, princess/my prince, beautiful, etc. If you want him to call you mommy/daddy, master/mistress, or sir/madam, he absolutely will. Anything to please you.
Your pet names of choice for him include asmobaby, asmo, lover boy, cutie, beau, charmer, eye candy, heart breaker, heart throb, etc.
âHowâs my favorite heart breaker doing?â âFeeling a little frisky, are we, lover boy?â âYou see that absolute eye candy over there? Thatâs my boyfriendâ
During sex, you call Asmo anything and everything you want. Heâs down to try and do anything, so heâs all yours. Heâll do the same for you. However, he does love being praised- so please use praising pet names for him like gorgeous, handsome, sexy, etc
The most passionate and intense lover you will ever have, and his endless pet names are only the tip *wink wink*Â of the iceberg.Â
For once in the Devildom, you were freezing. Your nose was numb, red, just an icicle, really.Â
Asmo had dressed you up with a pompom hat, fluffy earmuffs, and a giant puffy coat with gloves to match in attempts to keep you warm in the Devildomâs famous ice rink. Of course, his entire outfit matched yours with a lovely complimentary color. He figured it was enough for him, so surely his little cherub was warm and snug, right? Wrong. Somewhat wrong, anyway. You were still cold and made a point to complain about it to Asmo.Â
âDear, I promise I will warm you up as soon as we leave, just please do this for me?â He begged, holding your gloved hands in his own. His pinkish-yellow hued eyes stared into your own hopefully, and you knew you could never turn down those puppy eyes of his.
He cheered excitedly when you agreed and took you by the hand over to the rink. He turned around to face you, an expectant expression on his face. He took your hand and placed his lips on the backside, winking up at you, before murmuring, âWatch and learn mi amor!â
With wide eyes you watched as Asmo skated off, moving with incredible balance and grace. Every move was intentional; he looked stunning in this state. Here he was, skating a lutz, an axel, a salchow, everything. He was professional level talented, and he never told you! And, oh, yes, you. You could skate, but not well.Â
âAsmobaby, I didnât know you were so talented at this!â You exclaimed as he approached you, an accomplished smile adorning his features. You skated over to him, his hand reaching out to grab yours as you skated together side by side.
âItâs beautiful, isnât it? I love how graceful it looks,â he responded, as you noticed how the tip of his nose was beginning to turn red. His breathing was still a little irregular, his breath coming out in puffs, the cold making the cloud of breath visible. He was so beautiful.
âDarling, if you keep staring at me like that, I wonât be able to control myself,â he teased, squeezing your hand.
You quickly averted your eyes, your face flushing at being caught.
âOh, don't be embarrassed, MC! Thereâs nothing wrong with admiring beauty! I do it with you all the time, you know.â He winked, and you had to slap away a wandering hand, leaving a very pouty Asmo.
You attempted to get closer to give him a kiss to make up for it, but you lost your balance, falling right onto your bum. Asmo gasped, made sure you were okay, and then giggled at you.
âAsmo!! I just fell!! On ice!! And youâre laughing!â you feigned offense, resting your hand over your chest. âAnd I was going to give you a kiss, too!â
Asmo leaned down to help you up, murmuring, âYou canât help but fall for my charming self, hm, love bug?â, and pressed a loving kiss to your chilly lips. His nose bumped against yours, somehow still warm to the touch. You were so enraptured by his lips that you hadnât even realized heâd gotten you back on your feet.
âHow about we...continue this later?â Asmo whispered as you pulled away.
âOh, you better. You promised to warm me up, lover boyâ You huffed, beginning to skate off with him again. âDonât have to ask me twice, doll. Iâll show you my love allllll night. Now, watch this next trick- itâs absolutely stunning!â
Beelzebub:
This wholesome boy honestly doesnât understand pet names at first
âWhy would I call you a baby, MC, youâre clearly a grown human??â
Even after you explain it to him, he still doesnât really get it, but it makes you happy, and heâll do anything to make you happy
When you tell him that he doesnât have to call you baby/babygirl/babyboy, that he can use almost anything, he lights up.
âMy cheesebur-â âNo, Beel, anything but thatâ
Once he somewhat gets the gist of petnames, his preferred ones for you are love muffin, pumpkin, cookie, honey, sweetheart, gum drop, and cupcake
Occasionally calls you his cheeseburger just to enjoy your reaction
Please, please, please, donât be mean about it. this baby's feelings are hurt so easily and he always means wellÂ
You favorite pet names for him are Beel, beelzeburger,  big guy/big boy, bunny,/honey bun, bonbon, sweet boy, honeybee, Cookie Monster, and handsome
Each time you call him something other than his name, he blushes profusely, his lips upturned in a happy smile
Adores everything you call him, even if its incredibly cheesy because he loves cheese you chose those pet names for him specifically, and he feels honored
During sex, heâs so focused on how good it feels and trying to not hurt you that anything that comes to mind rolls off of his tongue when he speaks, which isnât often
mainly calls you by your name, but he loves to use babygirl/babyboy if you like it
he also prefers for you to call out his name, as other names donât really do much for him. if youâre into it, though, I'm sure he won't mind if you call him daddy. will be incredibly confused the first time you gasp it out though
âHuh? Is your father here? Or did you call me that? Youâre not my child, though...?â
The music was loud- blaring, actually, and your head was beginning to ache.
Lord Diavolo was holding a party at his castle, with almost every one of his friends invited- it was a huge party. Everyone was sat down at tables or were out on the dance floor. Lucifer was chatting it up with Barbatos, Simeon, Luke(who was just following Simeon around), and Lord Diavolo, Satan was sipping some demonus while flipping through the pages of a book, absentmindedly chatting with Solomon, Mammon and Asmo were participating in some dance competition, Levi was playing his switch with his headphones on, and Belphie was napping on Beelâs shoulder.Â
You were sitting at the table with Satan and Solomon, feeling particularly uninterested in their talk of spells and magic. The music was nice, and Mammon and Asmo looked like they were having fun, but you didnât have the energy to tear it up on the dance floor. You heaved a sigh, feeling insufferably bored.
And thatâs when your eyes landed on Beel. Belphie had his cow print pillow resting in the crook of Beelâs neck, snuggling himself into Beel. He was zonked. And poor Beel was munching on whatever food he had left on his plate, looking just as bored as you- at this rate, he wouldnât have any food left, and soon.Â
Making your mind up, you got up from the table and made your way over to Beel. As you got closer, Beel lifted his head at your approaching footsteps and smiled when he saw that it was you- you swore it made your heart beat faster.
âGum drop! I was wondering when you would come over.â He smiled, motioning for you to take the seat next to him. Belphie continued to snooze on.Â
âActually, Beel, I was wondering if you wanted to go to the kitchen with me? Your supply on food is low, cookie monster ..â You murmured in his ear. He nodded, and went to wake up Belphie. Talking to him didnât work, shaking didnât work, nothing did. Beel carefully moved Belphieâs pillow on the table, his head now resting on Beelâs shoulder, and then gently moved Belphieâs head to rest on his pillow. He continued his little cat nap, completely unbothered.Â
Beel stood up, took your hand in his, and led you to kitchen.
You lifted yourself up on the counter to sit, watching as Beel opened every cabinet and drawer, rummaging for something else to devour. He finally made his way to the fridge and freezer, and let out a delighted laugh when he discovered a pint of hellish nightshade ice cream.
âWanna share?â He asked, smiling and showing you the ice cream container.
âUh, Beel, can humans even eat nightshade? Wonât it kill me?â You inquired, fairly sure that nightshade would kill you dead.
âOh, no, it wonât. Barbatos said thereâs different kinds of nightshade that wonât hurt humans and Lord Diavolo made sure that everything here is human-proof!â He happily exclaimed, already grabbing two spoons.Â
If it did kill you, well, that was Luciferâs problem because you were gonna enjoy some ice cream with your boyfriend.
Beel began to happily eat the sweet treat, you taking bites whenever you could get your spoon in. He noticed you were having some troubles and shyly apologized, retreating his spoon so you could get a good bite.
And oh, you did. It was a heaping spoonful, resulting in ice cream getting on the corners of your mouth. You didnât know why Beel was suddenly staring ravenously at you instead of the ice cream.
âYou have ice cream on your mouth,â he murmured, leaning in closer to you, his face inches away from yours. Your breath sped up.
âWanna help me clean it off?â Was all you needed to ask before his mouth was on yours, delicately licking off the ice cream. His hands rested gently on your waist, your own hands resting on his broad shoulders. He pulled back gently, a buzzing sound emanating from him.
âI always love your taste,â he exclaimed happily, blush spreading across his cheeks.Â
You leaned back in for another syrupy sweet kiss, Beel all too happy to oblige.
Belphegor:
ah, our favorite eboy
he thinks pet names are cute and he really enjoys them, but heâll never outwardly say that. he might mention it to you when youâre half asleep, though
gets all blushy blushy uwu when you use them around other people, but he doesn't mind. don't expect him to use them on you around other people, though- that's mostly for when you're alone
when he's really happy to see you or really sleepy heâll use pet names for you regardless of who is around
he finds it to be very intimate so he likes keeping it to yourselves
his favorite pet names for you are dork, cuddle bug, star, teddy bear, and pillow pet
he loves stars and stargazing, and especially loves stargazing with you so he figured why not combine two things he loves and call you his star
he also loves to snuggle you, so you're practically his personal teddy bear- and he wouldnt have it any other wayÂ
you're favorite pet names for him are cowboy, Little Dipper, cuddle monster, snuggle bug, belpharoo, belphie/belpie, and sleepy prince
during sex, belphie likes to call you his cowgirl when he's feeling more dom. he seems like a bratty power bottom/sub, so heâll call you master/mistress, mommy/daddy if you like that, but heâll give you shit for it. other than that, your name falls from his lips in breathy moans and whines
you tend to call him baby boy, sweet prince, brat, good/bad boy, naughty boy during sex. he loves being called a bad/naughty boy, PLEASE do it, it really gets him goingÂ
You woke with a start, eyes blinking a few times as you looked around you. You had fallen asleep in the Planetarium. stargazing with Belphie. Oh yeah, Belphie. You turned your head to see he was still fast asleep, holding onto your arm with a death grip. You knew waking him would be fun.
âBelphie? Bellphiiieeeee...â You whispered in his ear, which earned you a little bit of stirring from him.Â
âBelpharooooo, itâs wakey time,â You said a bit more loudly, beginning to rub his shoulder.
His eyes fluttered open sleepily, his amethyst gaze meeting yours warmly. He stretched his arms out with an adorably soft yawn, his shirt riding up to expose his soft yet toned abdomen. He gave you a sleepy smile.
âI love waking up to the sight and sound of you, teddy bearâ he murmured out, clinging onto you once again, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. Your own arm was wrapped around him, the other coming up to lazily play with his hair. He let out an almost purring sound, attempting to get as close to you as possible.
âUh uh, Belphie, we canât go back to sleep yet. Weâre still in the Planetarium- letâs go to bed, okay my sleepy prince?â You cooed, patting his back to get him to sit up.
With a huff, he sat up, but demanded you pull him up by his arms, giving you the sweetest smile in return. He complained the entire way to his and Beelâs room, his hand gripping yours loosely as you lead him forward.
Beel wasnât there when you arrived which disappointed you both a bit, but you figured heâd be back soon and with some snacks, too, so that was a plus.
Immediately Belphie flopped onto his bed, hardly giving you enough time to crawl into bed beside him before he cocooned himself with blankets. He turned to face you, eyes glazed over, and yawned once more. You yawned in return, the both of you giggling. His amethyst eyes never left you, even when his hair fell into his face. You gently brushed the strands of navy blue hair out of his eyes, giving him a soft smile as his own hand came up to keep your hand pressed against his face. He nuzzled into your hand, sighing happily, before you wrapped your arms around him loosely.Â
âGoodnight, teddy bearâ he murmured as you both drifted off to sleep once more.
A few hours had passed when you woke again , only to find that Belphie had not only pushed you to the edge of the bed, but had also stolen all of the covers and blankets. You were chilly without either of those.Â
You shook him, earning a groan from the sleepy demon.Â
âBelphie I love you but I swear I will execute you if you donât give some blankets backâ you lightheartedly threatened, opting to lay your body across his.
âIÂ don't know what youâre talking about,â he murmured, nuzzling further into his pillows.
âOh no, you donât. I literally have no covers! You have all of them! Iâm freezing!â you exclaimed desperately.Â
He poked his head out of his cocoon, a mischievous glint in those amethyst eyes, his hair sticking up in random spots.
âIf you want a blanket so bad, then come get one from me.â He dared you, a smile playing on his sleepy features.
You immediately began your assault by tickling his sides, which resulted in him laughing, gasping, and trying to swat you away. You began giggling with him, not stopping your violent attack on the poor helpless demon. Your torture went on for a few minutes before he finally gave in.Â
âOkay, okay! I give in! You can have all the blankies you want, I swear!â he puffed out heavily, tears forming in his eyes from being tickled and laughing so much.
You smiled triumphantly as he let you into his little blanket cocoon, immediately becoming engulfed by warmth and his scent. You were waiting for both of your breaths to even out as you heard a low voice say,
âHey, I know you guys love each other and all but itâs 4am and Iâm kinda trying to sleepâ
You looked at Belphie, holding back a giggle as he gave an apology to poor Beel.Â
You snuggled up to Belphie once again, beginning to feel sleep take over your body for the 3rd time that day. You fell asleep before Belphie, so you never felt the soft kiss he planted on your forehead and the sweetest âI love you so muchâ he whispered in your ear.
I hope you enjoyed this! I loved finally writing for all of the brothers- It was so much fun figuring out how to incorporate their personality into my own writing style. Let me know if youâd like me to do a version of this with the undateables! As always, all feedback is appreciated. <3
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BnHA Chapter 297: Weâre Bustinâ Outta This Joint
Previously on BnHA: Horikoshi did his best to undo all of the good vibes from the Girl Power arc by killing off Midnight. It sucks and I still donât like it, but it is what it is. Unfortunately, Not Killing Off Your One Female Teacher Character With Any Character Development was worth 30% of his grade for the semester, so it brought his average down all the way to a C-, and so he and his report card will just have to live with that. Meanwhile Ochako did some rescuing, and the other U.A. kids lay around unconscious and/or traumatized. The chapter ended with an abrupt cut to Tartarus, where AFO is apparently just chilling and waiting for the Nearly High Ends to come bust him free. What kind of a cliffhanger is that to leave your fans hanging on for three whole weeks. Whoâs suffering more here, the characters or the readers.
Today on BnHA: Horikoshi is all âokay I know you all want to know what happens to Deku and Shouto and the rest, but have you considered finding out what happens to Overhaul and Muscular and Moonfish and New Girl Character instead?â Fandom is all, âyou had us at New Girl Character.â Seijiâs dad is all, âIâm just going to say a bunch of stuff to help make sure none of the readers feel conflicted about cheering on a bunch of mass murderers escaping from prison.â Tomura is all, âdammit AFO why are you still here.â AFO is all, âshhh, Tomura, go back to sleep.â Tomura is all, âwtf but youâre literally hijacking my body and continuing to shred it to bits while we break into BnHA Alcatraz to recruit your own personal Suicide Squad.â AFO is all, â:).â Real!AFO is all, âHERE I AM, EVERYONE, SORRY TO KEEP YOU WAITING.â And then the chapter ends. Geez.
oh shit lol itâs a whole big fucking page all about Tartarus
my very first thought was âthatâs a long-ass fucking bridgeâ, and then I went to go google âlongest bridgesâ, and Wikipedia was all âson there are literally a hundred and fifty bridges in the real world longer than 5km, and the longest one is actually 165kmâ, and I was all âoh shit I really donât know jack shit about bridges.â then I looked at the list for a few more minutes and realized that the super-long bridges were all built over land, and that the longest bridge over water is only 38km. which is way more reasonable, but also still really fucking long though?? ngl I would freak the fuck out on that bridge. what does any of this have to do with Tartarus you ask?? absolutely nothing, I literally forgot I was reading a chapter for a sec lol uh
anyway, my parting thought on the bridge is that it kind of defeats the whole purpose of having a giant island fortress prison, but whatever. moving on
and the six levels thing is straight out of One Piece lol. something tells me BnHAâs prison break arc isnât going to be quite as fun. hmm
so now weâre cutting to âthe Bronze Gateâ, which is the main entrance off of the bridge, and some goat-looking motherfucker is out here trying to become my new favorite character. bro
SON OF A BITCH WHATâS WITH THE BULLETS FLYING IN THE BACKGROUND. DONâT TELL ME THEYâRE SHOOTING AT GYGES. THEY CANâT KILL OFF MY FRESHEST HOMIE GYGES. SURELY THEY WOULDNâT
ooh and now, giant robots!
giant robots with machine guns. âIâm very sorry I killed off Midnight, makesteâ you know what, fuck you Horikoshi. thinking you can buy my affections back so easily
does Gyges have six arms??? look how fucking calm he is announcing the code red security lockdown, holy shit. GYGES
NOOOO
NO NOT BRIAREUS. THIS DAY EXACTS A HEAVY TOLL
YO, WHAT
he came there himself?? so much for making the Noumus do his dirty work. and based on the speech bubble shape and font, this is still AFO talking
uh oh whatâs happening
is he using Decay or is his arm just sort of crumbling to pieces because he hasnât had time to heal up yet? if itâs the former this prison break is going to set a record for shortest arc yet isnât it
now weâre cutting to B10 which is apparently the lowest level. but do they mean lowest as in the least security, or lowest as in the deepest underground, a.k.a. the most security? idk itâs confusing and I think they should be more specific. is it B like in basement?? are there six levels or ten?? stupid Tartarus
anyway so the guards are talking about how Gigantomachia is scheduled to arrive tomorrow morning. heh. will there even be a Tartarus tomorrow morning
(ETA: WELL, UH.)
wow theyâre talking about just killing him outright. damn
I kinda feel like âprison guardâ is one of those jobs that just sort of naturally attracts shitty people. anyways yeah, Seiji your dad is a real piece of work
and heâs even doubling down on it after the other guy repeatedly keeps trying to hush him up. dude we get it, youâre an asshole
ooh and now weâre getting an interesting look at the various prisoners, some of whom look suspiciously familiar!
for starters, thatâs definitely Moonfish in the upper left corner, Iâm like 99% sure. not quite clear who that is across from him in the upper right, but itâs been a hot minute since we saw Muscular, so maybe?
and could that be Overhaul in the panel beneath him?? theyâre not showing his face so I assume itâs someone weâd recognize, and heâs the only currently-incarcerated villain with that haircut as far as I can recall. though it seems weird that heâs not restrained more given his quirk. I thought Horikoshi mentioned in Ultra Analysis that heâd gotten it back somehow. eh well we will wait for answers
I donât recognize the person to his left either (though she has an oddly familiar look to her?). but the person on the bottom right, next to Kurogiri... is it Stain?? the hair and body language are sure giving off Stain vibes. if someone had told the me from two years ago that Iâd actually be excited to see Stain again I would have said you were full of shit. and yet here we are. these sure are interesting times
anyway so now the Code Red intruder alarm is blaring. and I gotta say, that one scene sure was effective at killing any sympathy I might have been inclined to feel for these guards lol. bring on the imminent massacre
âwhat horrible timingâ lol yes. itâs almost as if they planned it that way
uh oh
is he omae wa shindeiruing. watch your six, Mr. Prison Guard
oh shit
WHAT DID I SAY. WHAT DID I FUCKING SAY. but nooo, you all were all, âbut a bridge is more convenient!â VERY WELL THEN, LIE IN THE BED THAT YOU HAVE MADE
anyway so itâs the High Ends lol. I mean we already knew it was them. letâs just get on with it
omfg Tomura ARE YOU RIDING ONE
WHAT ARE YOU, A NAZGUL. WHY IS THIS MY FAVORITE THING
and it looks like it actually is Tomura again, too (as opposed to AFOmura)
-- is he using Decay on himself?? is that what it is?? or no wait, is this just more of the weird side effect shit thatâs been happening since he Awakened. actually yeah never mind thatâs clearly what it is
yâall this man is out here having a full blown argument with himself
so this is equal parts compelling and hilarious to me right now lol. like I feel so bad for Tomura, but I also lowkey want to see how far this escalates. like do you think heâd go as far as to punch himself in the face. where will this journey lead us
fucking look at this shit
other people have already mentioned this, but with this scene especially it makes me really curious how theyâre going to show this in the anime. will it be AFOâs voice coming out of Tomuraâs mouth? or Tomuraâs voice using AFOâs speech patterns? more importantly, will it be cool and dramatic, or will it actually wind up being hilarious? or both?? never count out both
also heâs looking pretty good there in that bottom panel with his one eye just barely visible. that doesnât have anything to do with anything, but here I am, pointing it out
also also, lol at Tomura being all, âthe fuck do you mean, ârestâ, youâre the one that dragged my body out here to raid a fucking prison,â and AFO being all, âoh yeah, lol, true true, but I meant rest after that.â yes, this man clearly has nothing but the purest intentions, Tomura. trustworthy af
this fucking guy. Tomura is your bullshit radar finally operational yet?? can you see yet that it was always his intention to use you right from the very start?? oh man I am starting to get fidgety now listening to this
so Tomuraâs saying he doesnât just want to be used as a chess piece. and AFO is all, âwell okay but what if itâs a VERY NICE AND IMPORTANT chess piece.â bro DID HE STUTTER
-- AHH BUT NEVER MIND THAT, HERE IT IS, THIS IS WHERE THE FUN STARTS OMG
GO ON AND ACQUIRE THEM THEN! omg. why am I so fucking excited. it seriously makes no sense. like seriously, âhooray, our old buddies, Overhaul and Stain!!â -- come again now?? who is this person that I have become
meanwhile AFO is making all this fuss and I really donât understand it though
why would you need to plow directly through the building. why canât you just use doors like a normal person. itâs not like they can lock you out, like hello, you can literally turn anything you touch into dust, whatâs with all the melodrama
anyway so heâs apparently hitting the prison with some sort of EMP attack now and shutting down all their systems
omg the suspense is killing me. this is going to be so badass once itâs animated, but right now all I keep thinking is âYES, GREAT, CAN WE PLEASE JUST MOVE IT ALONGâ
the doors are opening ahhhhhhh come on come on come on letâs go letâs get to the excitement already
now the guards are running over to try and regain control. but, like
yeah thatâs pretty much how Iâm expecting the rest of this to go basically
so now theyâre shooting at the dust cloud lol. well if thereâs one thing movies have taught me, itâs that bad guys who wait inside clouds of dust while panicked cops blindly rain bullets at them until they run out of ammo are basically invincible lol. soooooo
OHHHHH SHIT
AHAHAHAHAHAHA. THEY ARE SO FUCKED LOL, SHIT
YEP, AND HEREâS ANOTHER ONE
is this the first time weâve seen Moonfishâs face? I feel like we might have caught a glimpse of it before on an omake page or something. either way, it wasnât anything I actually needed to see again. thanks...?? I guess??
okay but seriously, are we supposed to actually know who this badass lady is?? like I donât know her but I feel like I know her, you feel?
(ETA: lol there are already like 60 different theories about how sheâs related to every single character in the series. will be interesting to see if anything comes of this. although we did just get three âthis villain was secretly related to [insert character(s) here] all alongâ reveals just in the last arc, so idk, it might be better if we pass on it this time lol.)
girl who are you. please stick around. for the love of god donât let this man kill you off too
????
wait so is this Overhaul? boy sure has seen better days huh. but the floppy sleeves... yeah, itâs gotta be him
anyway so then the only ones missing are Stain and Kurogiri, yes?? omg. and one page left to go
AHHHHHHHHHHHHH
NO ONE WILL BE ABLE TO CONVINCE ME HE COULDNâT HAVE DONE THIS SHIT RIGHT FROM THE VERY BEGINNING. FUCKING TIME-BIDING DRAMA QUEEN
AND HEâS JUST FLOATING HIS LIFE SUPPORT SYSTEM ALONG BEHIND HIM SOB. THIS FUCKING GUY
AND IS HE JUST ABSENTMINDEDLY DRAGGING SOME POOR SCHLUBâS CORPSE ALONG BESIDE HIM LIKE A SLEEPY TODDLER CARRYING THEIR TEDDY BEAR. I FUCKING CANâT. REST IN PEACE, FRIEND. GIVE MY REGARDS TO GOOD OLD BRIAREUS
so thatâs it! and we still donât have any idea what AFO is actually planning to do now, after all of that. are they going to merge bodies?? or is he going to try to switch with him?? either way Tomuraâs body has to be part of the plan somehow since he keeps making so much of a fuss over it. flkhglkhlk. dammit I need answers lol
#bnha 297#shigaraki tomura#all for one#overhaul#muscular#moonfish#bnha#boku no hero academia#bnha spoilers#mha spoilers#bnha manga spoilers#makeste reads bnha#horikoshi where is gyges!!#your silence is defeaning#first midnight and now this#I am beside myself#r.i.p.
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Squiddy and the Obey Me Brothers Relationships!
This is an Obey Me x Squiddy head-cannons. Squiddy is my Obey Me persona and this is her relationships with the brothers.Â
Lucifer
When Squiddy and Lucifer first met she was beyond terrified. I mean come on, bro is in his demon form pressing her out and threatening her life. If he asked her to jump, she'd ask how high.
When Lucifer first seemed to be warming up to her, she swore to Mammon that Lucifer was plotting her demise, and how him being nice to her was a ploy to make her drop her guard so she could slip up and he'd can punish her.
Honestly, it took a while for Squiddy to get close to Lucifer and let her guard down and truly trust him. Occasionally whenever the two hangout together for a drink, Squiddy will flirt with the oldest because she loves to see him flustered.
Mammon
Now with Mammon, Squiddy could relate to how his brothers were treating him, so she always made sure to be nice to him. After she helped him obtained his one true love, Goldie, Mammon asked why a weak human like Squiddy was being so nice to him, to which she responded, "Everyone deserves to be treated nicely, besides I bet you're a cool guy." And with that, Squiddy gained her first pact and oh so very clingy friend. she does not mind at all <3
Now just like Mammon, Squiddy has a bit of a money spending problem. She will happily go gambling with Mammon if that means she can spend more time AND buy her in game purchases, it's a win-win situation....until the both of them are running away from the casino after losing an all or nothing bet.
It goes without saying that these two got close real quick, often having sleepover's in her room, plotting how to make money by gaining pictures of Lucifer, going out together. Unlike Mammon though, Squiddy will not steal from the other brothers and is often stopping Mammon from doing so. But whenever it is just the two of them hanging out they just vibe, Squiddy casually flirts with Mammon, and the both of them telling each other things they'd never tell anyone else.
Leviathan
The moment Squiddy mentioned she liked anime and gaming, Leviathan thought he was living in one of his favorite anime's "This normie isn't totally a normie! She likes anime and gaming too! is she my soulmate?!?!?!" After explaining to him how this is not an anime, the two of them seem to hit it off. They both had even forgot about how he almost killed her a few days ago in a trivia quiz!
These two will spend hours in Leviathan's cosplaying, gaming, cosplaying WHILE gaming, binge anime, and binge anime while cosplaying. Half of the time while cosplaying they forget to lock the door, all of the brothers at some point has either seen the two of them half naked, in some questionable costumes, odd poses, the whole shebang.
Now Leviathan is in no way calm with Squiddy whenever she decides to just get dressed in cosplay in his room, he's a babbling mess. Looking away, sneaking small glances at her, gets flustered and goes on a rant about how much easier this would be if she just got dressed in her room, yet insists for her to get dressed in his room when doing the more...revealing cosplay's because he didn't want his brothers seeing Squiddy like that.
When it's just the two of them, Leviathan is a panicked mess whenever she sit near him, lay with him in his bed, or even share the same blanket. The both of them are competitive during games....doesn't mean Squiddy is good at competitive games, but a simple flirtatious comment is enough to keep Squiddy's win streak high against Leviathan.
Satan
Like Lucifer, Satan scared Squiddy, especially after finding out about his torture books. After being reassured for months that he'd never her, Squiddy began to slightly relax, until he got upset about her denying to make a pact with her. Now she was definitely avoiding him, always hiding behind Beelzebub or Leviathan whenever Satan entered the room. This amused Satan for awhile until he felt the urge to get closer to her.
Satan approaches Squiddy with a simple question "Do you like to read?" And Squiddy responded with "If manga and fan-fiction counts then definitely!" Satan has never heard of fan-fiction and demanded Squiddy explain to him what is was. She immediately pulls out her D.D.D and goes to an human world app called 'Wattpad' and proceeded to show Satan the safer options of what she reads. She explains to him what it is and he is utterly disappointed in what she had said. He laughs at her and proceeds to grab her wrist and take her to him room. All day Squiddy was held captive in Satan's room being forced to listen to him read fantasy and other fiction books. Simply because he though she might like them. he was not wrong
These two can be caught in the library reading whatever Satan picks out, because he plans to show Squiddy the wonders of "true literature"
Asmodeus
Squiddy feared of Asmodeus, not because he appeared intimidating, but because she didn't want him to figure out what type of things she's into. She's aware that his seduction doesn't work on her yet she still refuses to look him in the eye. Squiddy enjoys hanging out with him but hated how she became a flustered and stuttering mess around Asmodeus. The way he would caress her body, whisper compliments in her ears, it drove her crazy.
Squiddy didn't mind doing skin care routines with Asmodeus, she always told herself in the human world that she'd get into one and never stuck with it, so its nice to have a demon to constantly remind her about it. During these skin care routines Asmodeus is constantly flirting with Squiddy and it throws her in for a loop. Squiddy was never the one being hit on, she was the one hitting on her friends; her SHY friends. Asmodeus loves to see Squiddy hot and bothered but obviously wont do anything without her consent.
It took Asmodeus about a month to figure out what Squiddy was into, and when he confronted her about them she absolutely panicked. He noticed the way she'd intensely stare at the brothers hands, or the way she'd crossed her legs in her seat whenever she got called certain names, or the way whenever she sat on his lap and he'd do what he normally does flirting, touching, or teasing, how he'd feel her core throb on his leg, and so much more. It was all too cute for Asmodeus not to bring it up. Squiddy tries to fight for her dignity, but alas, nothing gets past the Avatar of Lust.
Beelzebub
Beelzebub's height intimidated her, I mean bro literally towered her, but she did loved it at the same time. Beel was always kind to Squiddy because she never touched his food. When Squiddy mentioned how she wanted to help get his brother back, and fix him and his brothers relationship he was elated. He'd join Squiddy and Mammon in her room to have movie nights and even teach Squiddy how to make him and his brothers favorite meals.
Beel will willingly share his food with Squiddy if she asks, he doesn't mind at all. When he found out about Squiddy's sweet tooth he used her favorite desserts to bribe her into working out with him, he knows Squiddy is not in shape athletically, and he wants her to be healthy. So for every 3 weeks she works out without any complaints, he'll take her out to Devildom's best bakery for a dessert binge.
Squiddy has insomnia, and she will often go to Beel's room and snuggle into him because he's a great cuddler in Squiddy's opinion. Unlike Levi's tub she doesn't wake up with neck cramps, unlike Mammon, Beel isn't sprawled across her uncomfortably. Unlike Asmo, Beel isn't constantly trying to get a rise outta her, Unlike Satan...Beel's bed is actually useable, Belphie is a instant no from Squiddy, she doesn't want to bother Lucifer with her insomnia knowing he has a bunch of work to do. So that leaves Beel, a gentle giant who keeps his warm embrace until the morning. or until he gets hungry in the night.
Belphegor
Squiddy actually liked Belphie when she was helping the demon brother to escape his imprisonment. She was overjoyed when she saw the barrier keeping him locked in his prison be broken. That was before he killed her. That was before Squiddy traveled back in time and watched her past self bloody body being held in Mammon's arms as he sobbed. This made her heart shatter. When she made eye contact with Belphie and he went to kill her again, she decided that she would never forgive Belphie.
Literally the next day when Belphie was being all lovey dovey towards Squiddy she was disgusted. She couldn't believe homeboy, didn't even give her time to recover from what she saw. Squiddy is still respectable towards Belphie, especially around the other brothers but she is extremely passively-aggressive towards him. She refuses to do group work with him, and refuses to have a conversation longer than 5 minutes with him.
He knows that he cannot change the past so he returns the passive-aggressive attitude but will do anything she say in hopes that sheâll forgive him one day.
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Tyrants | Chapter Three - Presage
WORD COUNT: 2.4k
WARNINGS: Brief mentions of Wendyâs drug use. Nothing explicitly *bad* goes on here, just some of the usual SOA shit is hinted at. :) Tig <3
MASTERLIST
Ninety degrees was horrendous. Ninety-six degrees saw Isla spiraling toward a fully-fledged mental breakdown, desperate to climb out of her own fucking flesh and melt into the parking lot outside of St. Thomas.
Seeing the Sons sporting leathers, hoodies, and long-sleeved shirts underneath their cuts made her skin crawl, too.
She'd thrown on the flounciest summer dress she owned, thin and wispy, and she was still roasting to death underneath the Californian sunshine.
It felt like they were living in the fucking ass-crack of hell.
Though, with their current state and Charming's infestation of ATF and other federal agents, hell wasn't too far off the mark.
"Thanks for the ride." Isla expressed her gratitude as she slid off of the back of Tig's bike, pulling the helmet away from loose blonde curls.
"No problem, baby--you good to get home, yeah?"
"Yeah. I'm meeting Gem here, so she'll take me back to T M in time to pick my car up," she confirmed, readjusting herself.
She couldn't risk Tig Trager getting an eyeful of her asscheeks today. Not again, anyway.
"Perfect. See 'ya later, beautiful." Isla leaned in for him to peck her cheek--which was habitual for the pair--and she did the same.
Her smile was wide. She was beaming. "Bye, Tiggy. I love you."
"Love you too, kid." He reciprocated the smile, squeezing her hand as she broke away and padded toward the steps, brushing her fingers through wind-tousled strands.
Things were, for the first time in about a week, finally looking up. Resuming a sense of normality, perhaps.
She and Trager had been on precarious terms since that day, and had been avoiding one another altogether. Which, for them, was strange.
Days went by without even so much as a word being uttered between the pair, no backhanded comments, or even sideways glances.
Usually, they'd be bickering like kids, arguing nonsensically until Clay or Chibs broke them apart--but it was all just their little bit of fun. Because they bounced off of one another.
They lauded the relationship they shared because, really, it was one of the strongest.
He'd been her official favorite since the very day that they met--he and Bobby were the two she liked to talk to whenever she felt that she couldn't confide in her father.
But the last few days were so fucking hard. She was struggling with the weight of all that she did, coupled with the stress of not being able to discern Tig's current feelings on her.
And after she'd lashed out, had bitched at him for no fucking reason, she was pretty certain that Tiggy didn't want to know anymore.
That was thrown out of the window this morning, however, when Isla's clutch blew out, and she needed a ride from the garage to the hospital to see Abel.
Of course Tig was there for her. He always would be.
"Hey." Isla spoke softly as she held the little blue bear close to her chest. "I stopped by the gift shop on the way up here--Jax said he's already got bears and balloons comin' outta his ass, so I thought what's one more?"
Gemma couldn't help but smile, gesturing for the blonde to sit with her opposite Abel's isolette.
"He'll love you for it," she joked, though she knew that she was appreciative. For her company more so the stuffed animal.
With their commitment to the club and the current battle against the ATF, Jax and Clay weren't as hands on as what they usually would've liked.
Of course, Teller was at that baby's side whenever he got the chance to break away from SAMCRO, but he wanted more. He wanted the satisfaction of knowing that his little boy was being provided with the best possible care at St. Thomas.
And he was. He absolutely was. But he needed to know--for his own peace of mind, he needed to see that. So, his mother was there every waking fucking moment, giving him that love he could only get from his Grandma.
"How's he doing?" Her query was braided around a whisper, worried she'd disturb Abel's peaceful rest. "Jax said he should be coming home soon."
Gemma simply affirmed with a nod, gazing affectionately at her grandson.
It was heartwarming to see so much love, so much adoration from a woman who had a reputation for being a fucking cunt--thus proving that Gemma's main priority was her family, and their health and happiness.
That, somehow, made Isla love her even more than what she already did.
It also made her a tad jealous of Jax and the fact that he still had his mother in his life.
"He's gettin' stronger and stronger everyday. Tara said he'll be set to leave Friday--"
"Tara?" Her brow lifted as she put the bear amongst the pile of gifts. "I thought she was a doctor, I didn't think she had anything to do with the babies?"
Gemma's smile faltered a little. "She's a pediatric surgeon. Been takin' care of Abel since the start."
"Oh."
Now, she would've known that if she'd taken the time to visit her best friend's kid since he was born. But she hadn't--she hadn't even considered taking a trip over to St. Thomas to check in on Jax's baby.
And it was for the simple fucking reason that she couldn't bear the thought of facing Wendy and having to be nice to her. Especially after what she fucking did to that poor little boy.
She subsequently landed her own flesh and blood in the hospital after shooting heroin while pregnant? And she wanted Jax to pardon her for it?
Isla wasn't a hateful person, she didn't care about what people did in their spare time because that was their time.
But the moment an innocent person was harmed due to the carelessness of others...That was when she felt a scathing animosity.
"She's good with him." Gemma stated bitterly, snapping Isla from her ire-fueled daydream. "Kills me to say it, but she's a gem. A real fuckin' star."
"I'd bet. She was always good with kids."
"Yeah?" Suddenly interested, the older woman crossed over her arms. "Who's kids?"
Finally, Isla took a seat beside her on top of plush blue leather.
"A few of the girls we were in high school with had kids pretty young and Tara was usually super keen to hold them, or just hang out at their places whenever we weren't at school. Or it could've just been the wannabe doctor in her, now that I think about it."
"She's pretty maternal," Isla hummed in agreement, "but I'm glad she and Jax never had kids when you were teenagers--I don't know how that would've looked for him."
Suddenly, she was staring at Gemma like she had two fucking heads.
"I don't trust her." She elaborated, drawing another confused glance from Isla. "She and Jax would have been a fucking disaster had she stayed--"
"And things worked out so much better with Wendy?" A little more vehemently than intended, the blonde asked.
Now Gemma was the one shooting dirty looks.
"Look, Gem, I'm just saying. Jax and Tara are history now, yeah? You don't have to trust her. Just thank her for what she's doing for your grandson because when he's outta this place, you won't need to worry about her."
"And you're so sure about that, huh?" Skeptically, she asked. Arms folded over. "You know what they're like--like two fucking magnets or something. They always find a way back to one another."
That line gutted her.
It hurt her--it was agonizing--but she wasn't sure why she was so beaten by it. Because it was the truth, wasn't it?
Tara and Jax were, at one point, the strongest couple she'd ever known, and when it fizzled out he was fucking broken. She hadn't seen him so downtrodden since JT had passed, and he was suddenly left without the strength and guidance of his father.
She was his everything. Isla was a fool to think he'd be able to see her back in Charming and not feel something for her. His first love.
"I think we should throw Abel a homecoming party on Friday--if he's coming home then, that is." Gemma shifted the topic of conversation, getting to her feet.
"Absolutely. I'll help."
"Yeah?" She asked a little doubtingly, reaching over to pick Abel up. "You don't have to--I know you work Friday's."
Isla waved her off, standing beside the brunette. "I do, but it's no bother. If everyone's gonna be there, then I wanna show my face too. Offer a helping hand of some sort."
"Alright, perfect," Gem stated softly, holding the baby close to her chest. "When we get back to T M, we can figure out what we need to get."
"Sounds like a plan--" Isla was cut off by a soft knocking at the door, irritating her a little bit because she'd only just gotten there and hated the idea of having to leave already.
She made a mental note to stop by a little earlier tomorrow.
"Hey, sorry to bother you--" Tara stopped herself when she needed her estranged friend, almost dropping the clipboard she was holding against her chest.
Isla Telford was the last fucking person she expected to see today.
"Hey," with a fake smile, she greeted.
The tension was palpable.
Gemma felt the irritation washing over her favorite of the duo, urging her to turn her attention back toward her grandson before she said anything to worsen the situation.
Because she would've.
"Uh, I've gotta run a few tests on Abel before we determine that he'll be ready to leave this week, if that's alright?" Tara gestured to Gemma, ignoring Isla's presence.
That stung a little bit.
"Yeah. It's fine." The response was blunt. Terse, to a point.
"Great."
Isla realized that she wasn't wanted in that space any longer. She grabbed her purse, turning toward the door. "I'll meet you outside."
"Yeah, alright," Gemma put the baby back into his crib, smiling at Isla. "You want my keys?"
"I'll wait on the steps--I'm gonna smoke--"
"Before you go," Tara cut in. She cleared her throat, trying to smile--but she just couldn't.
Telford sensed where it was going, however. There wasn't a reason for her to stop Isla in her tracks, in front of Gemma no less.
She wondered how long it'd take for it to be brought up.
"Thanks."
Gratitude genuinely swept over the doctor, letting Isla know she was truthful in her acknowledgment--or, was it more like a form of praise? Because Jax definitely told Tara what they both did for her, and she was astounded that the woman would even float the idea of helping out.
It was a strange notion. To know what she did--when she looked and acted like that--was fucking weird. And nobody would've believed her if she said that Isla helped to dispose of a dead body, which did make her laugh a little.
She knew how to hold, load, and fire a pistol, but she wasn't capable of committing the unspeakable the same way that Jax, or Chibs, or Clay were capable of it.
But she was slowly earning her title as 'Daughter of Sgt. At Arms/ Man of Mayhem.' And she wasn't sure how she liked that.
"You're welcome," she spoke plainly. "Hope everything is alright now, Tara."
"It is."
"Good." Her retort was immediate, laced with that same genuineness the other woman expressed. "You free this coming friday?"
Hesitantly, she nodded.
"If all goes to plan--and Abel is good to come home--we're gonna throw a little party for the boy," Gemma confirmed with a nod. "You wanna swing by? Everyone'll be there--Donna, Ope, their kids, Wendy, the rest of the Sons. You should come. It'll be nice for everyone to see 'ya again."
Wendy's name falling from those pink lips, in such a positive light, maimed Isla. She and Jax were starting to get along a little bit better now, but she was still wary of that woman.
"Yeah. It'll be great," the older woman added.
Tara felt cornered. She knew that she wasn't really wanted, and she also knew that was a way for Isla and her menopausal best friend--old enough to be her fuckin' mom--to keep the doctor as close as possible without explicitly saying that they wanted to keep an eye on her.
"Sure. I'll stop by."
"Brilliant." Gemma conceded, slipping past the pair. "Address hasn't changed, sweetheart."
It was passive aggressive, sickly-sweet, and it was Gemma to a fucking T. The woman was loathing every second she had to spend with Tara Knowles and she wasn't even trying to hide it.
But it didn't have to be for very long, she thought.
"What was that all about? Why'd she thank you?" Gem queried as they got outside, passing the lighter to her left.
"For not breaking her fucking neck when I had the chance to all those years ago, probably."
Isla sparked her cigarette, pacing alongside her as they headed toward the car.
"That's bullshit."
"How so?"
"Just is." She could read Chibs's little girl like a fucking book. "But I won't press--if it's something between you and Tara, I don't care to hear. Just lemme know if it goes south. I can put a bullet in her for you, baby."
Isla would've laughed had she not known that Gemma was deadly fucking serious about blowing Tara's brains out.
But it was a relief. For her to give it up just like that--uncharacteristically so--was a kind of relief that she never thought she'd feel from Gemma Teller.
She was used to being protected. Used to being viewed as the one that needed to be shielded from the horrors that shrouded the Sons. But Isla wasn't innocent, nor was she fucking stupid.
The security was appreciated, however. Because, lately, things just didn't seem to be going too great for her.
And, if she'd learned anything, they'd only worsen from here on out.
"You don't have to go full mama bear mode, Gem. I'm a big girl."
She laughed, turning to face Isla.
"I know," smoke blew from her nose, "but you've gotta protect the ones you wanna keep close, y'know? The ones you love."
The tip of Gemma's boot pulverized her cigarette into the sidewalk as she fished for the car keys, avoiding eye contact all together.
"I haven't been able to protect everyone I've wanted to from the shit that goes on in this town, honey, but I'm really tryin'. And I couldn't live with myself if anything happened to you or my boy."
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Hey Katđ€ I was wondering if you could write about Bakugou, Shinsou, or Hawks meeting the readerâs family and something goes wrong and they donât like them at first. Or possibly the parents think they are a negative influence on the reader.
Hey hey hey
I asked my mom how sheâd react if I was dating someone she didn't like and she rlly just said âyou wouldnât be dating them if i didnât like themâ
like damn sis okay chile
Warnings: does it count as angst if the parents are the ones being mean? if so, thereâs angst, but also fluff, bakugou is bakugou
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đ„ Katsuki Bakugou:
It wasnât the best first meeting. You had planned to introduce your long term boyfriend to your family at your own pace, but of course the villains of the city had other plans.Â
You were on a date, en route to the cinema to catch a new movie amidst Bakugouâs insistence that it was a âstupid unrealistic movieâ. Mere metres from the entrance a villain came rushing past, a handful of gold jewelry in his arms. He pushed you to the side in order to keep running, which of course enraged Bakugou, who immediately took off after the villain, completely oblivious to the sirens following his path.Â
Unsurprisingly he caught him within moments, but what you hadnât realized was that all the events had been caught by your dad, standing on the other side of the street. Your dad knew you had a partner, and he knew that they were a hero, given you cancelled every opportunity to meet with the excuse of âanother villain attackâ. What he hadn't expected, however, was for your partner to be possibly his least favorite hero currently climbing the ranks.Â
Later that night, after your forfeit on the movie date in favour of a much more simple date with your bed, you had a series of texts from your parents.Â
So, Ground Zero is the partner weâve heard so little about?
Heâs a bit aggressive, isnât he?
You shouldâve told us sooner.
We just donât want you getting hurt.
That had been the moment you were waiting for. Anyone who didnât know Bakugou (and a few who did) would describe him as a never ending pool of anger, too aggressive to be a hero and too mean to be a good partner. But if they knew him the same way you did, they would know thatâs not always the case.
Of course heâs angry when he has to deal with stupid villains interrupting every date he plans, or news reporters crowding him like an animal in a zoo whenever they got the chance. But he was different with you, more relaxed. He didnât exactly express his emotions in the best ways, but he loved you, and heâd never hurt you.
Your parents practically demanded a meeting the next day, and blatantly refused to accept any excuses of villain attacks or the like. The meeting was awkward, with your father almost attempting to provoke Bakugou simply to prove a point, but your boyfriend knew this. He put on a good face, masking his worry and anger with an uncharacteristically kind attitude and baffling you all.
Maybe heâd changed his ways. Or at least, that was the conclusion your parents came to by the end of the night, wishing you well as you made your way home. You fought the urge to laugh at Bakugouâs sudden change once your parents left his view, and held back a smile throughout his mutterings of âstupid extrasâ.
He kept up appearances for long enough, but by the time your parents noticed it was a farce, they realized there was nothing they could do to stop the love you held for each other. After all, he may be an ass, but heâd never hurt you.
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đ Hitoshi Shinsou:
Shinsou, on the other hand, wanted to meet your family pretty quickly. If anything, just to get it out of the way, but there was a part of him that wanted the validation that he was good enough for you. Sometimes he just didnât feel like he was, so if your parents liked him, itâd definitely be a weight off his shoulders.
The two of you picked out a nice restaurant, keeping in mind your parents favorite foods in an attempt to butter them up, then send them a text asking you to meet you and Shinsou for dinner. They replied eagerly, especially when you mentioned the two of you were covering the bill.Â
You arrived first, giving your name at the door and sitting down on the plush leather anxiously awaiting the arrival of your parents. When you finally saw them, the two of you stood up to greet them, you offering hugs while Shinsou held out his hand with a smile.Â
âItâs nice to meet you.â He said.
Your parents nodded, a false replica of a smile on their faces as they ignored Shinsouâs hand.
The air around you was thick, no one willing to be the first to break the uncomfortable silence, until you eventually suggested you all sit down. You made a mental note to tip your waiter extra when the night was over. It was clear they could sense the awkwardness, and thank the lord they came over at the exact moments you feared a bomb might explode.
The meals went down perfectly, but the atmosphere made it difficult to enjoy anything. Your parents spoke little, and when they did, it was always to you, almost as if Shinsou wasnât even present.Â
To be truly honest, heâd expected this reaction, although he hoped he was just overthinking. He knew people didnât react to his quirk well, and there were many misconceptions about how much he used it. He had hoped your parents hadnât been so quick to judge.
By the time your waiter delivered your check, you were ready to curl up in your bed and not emerge for a good few weeks. The four of you walked to the door silently, but before you could wish them goodnight, Shinsou spoke up, his hand holding yours tightly as he faced your parents.
âI just want you to know, whether you like me or not, I love Y/n more than anything, and I would never do anything to hurt them. I will protect them until my last breath, and I hope that we can sort out any differences with time.â
Did he really just confess his love to you in front of your parents? Yup. Well, at least it seemed to get a response this time, as your dad replied:
âI should hope you do.â Your dad held out his hand, and Shinsou took it a bit more than happily. âOr Iâll kill you myself.â
Shinsou laughed awkwardly, not sure whether to be scared at your dad's threat or not, especially when he ended it without another word, turning and walking towards their car.Â
I mean at least he spoke to him, right? Thatâs an improvement?
Either way, Shinsou quickly realized in reality the only opinion that mattered to him, was yours.Â
oof having a good dad who cares about you? couldnt be me. also i absolutely hate this one and idk why, but shinsouâs my bby and i feel i disappointed him
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đ Keigo Takami (Hawks):
The meeting was almost completely by chance. Keigo often took you on sky-high (not mile-high get your minds outta the gutters ppl) trips on his off days, and while flying one day, you saw your parents' house from the clouds. They hadnât met Keigo yet, so you suggested that you pop in for a moment. He agreed, and in seconds, you were standing on their porch, hand raised high to ring the doorbell.
Your mother opened the door, surprised to see you, and even more surprised to see the bird standing behind you. Nevertheless she invited you both in, and as your father called Keigo over, your mother pulled you to one side, whispering quiet enough that the two men wouldnât hear her.Â
âThe news says heâs a bit of a playboy.â You said.
âThe news says a lot of things.â You rolled your eyes.Â
âAnd his fans?â She asked.
âWhat about them?â You replied.
âWell,â she paused, âhe can get a little friendly with them, donât you think.â
You sighed. Your mother wasnât the first person to bring up Keigoâs fans when discussing your relationship, but you knew that in reality, he couldnât be bothered with the swarms of people throwing themselves at his feet when he had you waiting for him at home.Â
âHeâs a friendly person.â You shrugged.
âYou donât really believe that, do you?â
âJust say what you want to, mom.â You rounded on her, the heightened volume of your voice drawing Keigoâs attention from the other side of the room. âSay it. Go on.â
She glanced around, seeing both Keigo and your father now watching the two of you.Â
âFine.â You continued. âI know he has hundreds of fans who would kill to be in his bed at night. But you know what? Heâs not there. Heâs with me, watching crappy tv and binge eating kfc (CANNIBALISM). If you donât like him, thatâs your problem. But donât try and convince me to do anything but love him, cause youâre not going to do it.â
Baffled, your mother stammered for a response, but you werenât about to wait for one.
âCâmon Keigo,â you called, âweâre leaving.â
He was next to you in moments, and you grabbed his hand to pull him out of the house, stopping only when you were satisfied you were out of sight of your parents.Â
âSo, kidâŠâ He looked across at you with a smirk, wrapping an arm around your waist as he lay his chin on your shoulder. âYou love me?â
âShut up bird brain.â
again i hate this but where my baby birds at?
#my hero academia#boku no hero academia#boku no hero#katsuki bakugo x reader#katsuki bakugou#bnha bakugou#hitoshi shinsou x reader#hitoshi shinsou#bnha shinsou#hawks x reader#hawks#bnha hawks#keigo takami x reader#keigo takami#bnha keigo#mha x reader
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Okay so I go throughout my everyday listening to music. I have playlists for EVERYTHING! And it got me wondering how would the boys react to an MC who constantly listens to music?
Lucifer
- I imagine Lucifer generally listens to classical music but I love the idea of him listening to jazz.
- Like big band/swing music
- Okay so for this scenario I imagine MC and Lucifer working on paperwork/school work together
- MC is loosing their mind cuz itâs so quiet and they put on a jazz playlist.
- Lucifer is shocked at first because heâs like what does this human know about jazz?! (âšyk just old people tingsâš)
- But he starts to softly hum and tap his foot
- MC notices and queues up a few of their favorite songs and eventually starts to sing
- Lucifer loves the way MC sings along to their favorite songs but doesnât wanna bring attention to it because he doesnât want them to stop.
- As MC and him get closer he starts looking forward to their work/music sessions together.
- If MC catches him on a good day that doesnât have a lot of work sometimes heâll ask MC to dance đ„șâ€ïž
Mammon
- Okay so I imagine Mammon really likes going on drives. The guy has a whole car in his room...youâre gonna tell me Iâm wrong?
- ANYWAYS
- On these drives he likes to bring MC any chance he gets because itâs time with just them and no brothers to ruin it.
- MC really does enjoy these car rides because it reminds them of times in the human world when they would drive around with friends or family and just vibe.
- You best believe that because of this MC has a few car playlist full of vibey songs for any occasion.
- MC is the CEO of âcan I have the AUX?â
- Mammon and MC feel like being in their feels? MCâs gotta playlist.
- Need a playlist to listen to while speeding down the highway pretending to be in Fast & Furious?
- You know that one song from Tokyo Drift is on that playlist đ
- Mammon ADORES MC and their car playlists. Theres never a dull moment, even when theyâre in their feels haha
- God(or Diavolo rather??) help you both if Lucifer finds out the amount of times you two have out run the police to Fuck Tha Police by N.W.A (listen i donât know if thereâs police in devildom but imagine it for the scenario đ€)
Leviathan
- Okay so if MC knew anything about tiktok they would have a playlist full of tiktok audios
- Especially the ones on anime TikTok - those are really *chef kiss*
- I imagine that Levi wants to ask MC if he can have a manga or CD back and he over hears her jamming to one of his favorite anime openings
- But the song ends before he gets to MCâs room and THE TikTok song comes on and MC starts singing.
- Is that Touch You from Yarichin Bitch Club?! No it couldnât be...
- MC letâs out THE MOST PASSIONATE đ€sawarasenaiđ„°kimiđžwaâshoujođ»nađ
no?âšböKĂčđžWĂąđ§ĂżARiçHiñđ€ŽBÄŻCChÄ«đŸĆOđ©oSĂ»đŁDĂ đYOđŠ
- Levi gets SO red he feels like heâs gonna get a nosebleed or faint or some cliche anime reaction.
- He canât bring himself to confront MC after hearing them sing. But he would be lying if he said he didnât wanna join them lolol
- After that Levi will most definitely invite MC to his room for weekly karaoke or to karaoke bars in town
- Bonus points if MC knows the lyrics to his favorite anime openings/closings
Satan
- You canât tell me that Satan isnât punk rock as hell
- HAVE YOU HEARD THE MUSIC TRACK THE DEVS PLAY WHEN THE STAGE IS WRATH?!
- I feel like this is where Lucifer and Satan differ, because Satan was most definitely an angsty, rebellious âteenâ
- While his attitude isnât as bad as it used to be his music taste hasnât left
- MC has the most PERFECT 90s/2000s emo playlist haha
- But if Satan wanted some of the old stuff rest assured they have some classic rock on there too
- I think Satan would invite MC to his room whenever he felt like pissing Lucifer off to blast rock music thats on MCâs playlist
- This honestly sounds SO OOC but I like to imagine when Satan is with MC he would let loose a little and start singing/dancing along
- And the feeling MC would get when they see Satan singing along to one of their favorite bands?!
- HUBBA HUBBA đ„”
- Satan knows this and lives for their flustered reaction
Asmodeus
- Okay I donât know if yâall know who Spencer is on tiktok, but he does this thing where he will put on music to make him feel sexy and get all dressed up and just walk towards the camera in slo-mo.
- And do I think Asmo would do that??
- Yes absolutely đ
- I think Asmo would have a shared playlist with MC called âbrb doin hot girl shitâ
- Ashnikko is DEFINITELY on this playlist
- But it is just songs that MC and him play when the two wanna feel confident, when youâre both getting ready to go clubbing/partying, or whatever hot people do that they might need music for
- But also I think MC would have a winding down playlist
- This one is played when youâre both doing skin care, or getting ready to take a bath, or just general self care
- This maybe a little OOC but I like to think Asmo would love to hear MC sing the calmer playlist because of how peaceful it makes him feel
- Imagine that after a night of partying and youâre both getting your makeup/party clothes off and putting on face masks and just winding down
- And MC is in the bathroom just gracefully signing while doing whatever self care task theyâre doing
- Asmo overhears and just loving/longingly stares at MC from his vanity or wherever he is
- I just think Asmo would appreciate the gentle moments MC and him share along with the rowdy ones đ„ș
Beelzebub
- Would LOVE IT that MC listens to so much music
- Heâs always at the gym or practice and would love to listen to MCâs playlist when heâs apart from them
- I do think that if MC went to the gym with Beel you two would have a shared playlist called âGainzđ©đȘđ€â or something goofy like that
- Itâs full of high energy songs, that match how hard you two go at the gym(at least how hard Beel goes lol)
- Image that he asked MC to make him a special playlist so that he can listen to it right before his games/matches to motivate him đ„ș
- It would remind him to do well for not only for himself, his team, or his brothers, but his lovely MC who he doesnât ever wanna disappoint
- On the other hand when the two of you cook/bake together and there is music playing I think it would be cute if Beel danced with MC in the kitchen
- MC is the only thing that helps with his hunger, right?
- So image you two are cooking dinner listening to la festin from ratatouille or something similar
- And outta no where he grabs MC from behind, spins them and starts dancing with them
- Iâm not saying itâs any good, but heâs trying because he knows how much MC enjoys listening to music and wants to show his appreciation
Belphegor
- Last but not least! Sleepy boi đ„ș
- MC has lullabies for daysss
- Or those white noise/rain/ambience sounds
- Itâs just a playlist that helps the two of you sleep
- Not that belphie would have issue with that
- At first Belphie kinda shrugged it off and was like âwhatever thanks I guess..â
- But on the inside was so soft because omg MC thought to do this for me?!đ„ș
- Like I said he doesnât really need it but loves that MC thought these sounds or soft tunes will help him sleep better
- After a while I think he grows to actually need it though so MC has to send him the playlist when they arenât together
- The playlist not only helps Belphie sleep but I think sometimes Beel would ask for it too as heâs so used to hearing it
- I think the twins favorite thing on the playlist is the rain noises and the random soft instrumental tracks of modern songs
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Just Dance for the Nintendo Wii
Yancy x gn!reader
ty anon for the request!
A/N: Shit was so fun to write I swear. Just Dance was my childhood. I had a thing about memorizing all the dances in all the songs in all the games I got. I also didnât actually look at the moves in the corner I just watched the dancer lmao. And when I found out other people didnât do that I just ???itâs so much easier???? I mightâve projected onto Yancy a lil bit. Itâs a fun fic! It is a fun and light-hearted fic, I promise. Couple curse words. TW mention of smoking and cigarettes. Thatâs about it. I think it could be seen as platonic or romantic. Reader does call him âbabeâ at one point but I call my friends darling and sweetie so I think itâs fine. Might be a few typos since I never read through my fics lmao. Enjoy!
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Lunch ended and you immediately shot up out of your chair, making your way down the hall. Your friends stared after you, slightly offended you didnât even bother saying goodbye. You would have any other day, but this was important.
You stomped your way to the warden's office, pushing past the guards who mostly just gave you confused looks. You would have made your way around them, asking them to make some room, but this was important.Â
You kicked the door open and stomped up to the desk. The warden jumped and put a hand over his heart. You were not an aggressive person. Really, you werenât. But this. This was important. This was the most important thing you ever came up with.
âJesus, child, you ever heard of knocking?â He breathed, exasperated. He looked like he was gonna keep talking, so you slammed your hands on his desk. A few months before, he probably would have had you thrown in solitary for even walking in there. But youâre a good person, and you behave for the most part. So he raised an eyebrow and waited for you to make whatever point you wanted to make.
âWii,â you said, simply. He blinked a couple times.
âBeg pardon?â He laughed. You were on a bit of a power trip and wanted to respond with âthen begâ, but the conversation probably would have ended there. You made it this far without breaking down, you couldnât stop now.
âI want a Wii,â you said, slowly. The warden squinted at you before chuckling a little. You glared daggers at him. Laugh at you, will he?!
âNow, kiddo, that ainât--â
âShut up. I donât care. I just need you to listen.â He gave you a look and leaned back in his chair. You quieted for a moment, thinking about exactly what you were gonna say. You honestly hadnât thought youâd make it this far.
âGo ahead, Iâm a busy man,â He shook you out of your thoughts. You squared your shoulders.
âYancy likes to dance,â you stated. You stared at each other in silence for a moment as you prepared your words in your head. He waved his hand, telling you to keep going. You cleared your throat, âYancy likes to dance⊠and we donât have access to the internet.â
âAnd youâre not going to.â He warned.
âYeah, yeah, I figuredâŠâ You sighed. âBut thatâs not what Iâm here for.â He knitted his eyebrows together in intrigue.
âAlrightâŠâ He leaned forward, arms on his desk.
âYancy canât keep coming up with songs and dances when he gets bored. It takes a long time, and heâs getting burned out. I think that if we had another- if we had access to prepared dances and songs, itâd be better.â You stuttered. Thatâs okay. As long as he was listening. âI think if we had a⊠a game, a dancing game. Like Just Dance on the Wii or something, then weâd be better. Happier? I mean, weâre happy, but⊠more-more happy. Thereâs never⊠too much⊠happyâŠâ You lost yourself towards the end there. You started shaking a little as the whole situation hit you like a train. What the hell were you doing? This is a PRISON, not a middle school. Why would they want you to be happy? Oh, this was a stupid idea⊠no. You made it this far. Sure this was stupid, but you were NOT going to back down. Not until you got a-
âOk.â
âHuh?â You asked, dumbfounded. You stared at Mr. Murder-Slaughter, and he stared right back. âWhatâd you say?â He stood up from his desk and walked over to you. You fought the urge to book it and stood your ground. You puffed up your chest a little to look intimidating. From the smirk he got on his face, it wasnât working.
âI said, ok.â Your shoulders dropped and you let out a shaky breath.
âReally? I mean⊠really?âÂ
âSure, why not. Boosts morale, stops people from wanting to escape.â He shrugged. You stood there, mouth agape, probably looking like a moron.
âThanks.â You murmured. He smiled at you, and you smiled right back. He took your shoulders and spun you around towards the door.
âYeah, yeah, now get outta here! Youâve got dishes to do!â He pushed you out, and you gave him one last smile before running down to the kitchen. He watched you trip over your own feet and shook his head. You ran past a guard, who heard the noise and got confused.
âWhat the hell was all that?â
âFuck around and find out!â
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You startled awake to the sound of talking coming from outside your cell. You rubbed your eyes and looked around, not seeing your cellmate. You sighed and managed to lift yourself up out of the bed. You stretched and heard your back crack in several places. That sounded⊠worrying to say the least, but you had other things on your mind. For example: where was everyone?
You made your way through the prison, eventually ending up in the common room where everyone was talking over each other excitedly.Â
âSorry, forgot to set the alarm!â A guard apologized. You nodded at him. You turned and saw Tiny and slid over next to her.
âWhatâre we doing? Is it Thursday already?â You whispered.
âNah, warden bought a game system,â she answered. You stared at her, mouth open slightly. âKeep staring at me weâre gonna fight.â
âUh, sorry.â You blinked and looked forward, standing on the tips of your toes to try and get a better look. âWhat gaming system?â
âA Wii. Warden said we each get 30 minutes per week.â She explained. She then waited for you to respond. You didnât.
âDude, you alright?â She gently reached out and shook your arm.
âHm? Oh, yeah, Iâm good.â You mumbled. âHe buy any games yet?â
âUhhhhh Super Mario Bros, Kirbyâs Epic Yarn, Animal Crossing, SmashâŠâ
âMm-hm, mm-hm, as he should.â
âI think those Wii Sports gamesâŠâ
âJust Dance?â
âDonât know. Said to talk to him if thereâs a game you want.â You nodded and gave her a small fistbump before walking over to the warden, who stood away from the group. You leaned over and saw BamBam and Sparkles in a heated game of Smash Bros. You stood next to the warden and watched.
âSo, you actually listened to my request?â You looked up at him in slight disbelief.
âCourse I did. Why not? Like I said, boosts morale.â He smiled. You nodded and you both looked forward again.
âHow much was it?â You inquired.
â$100 on eBay.â
âDeadass?!â
âAbsolutely. Great condition, too. Been used before, but not necessarily broken.â
âCome with the games?â âSome. Had to tell the guy I was buying it for my foster kids for him to give them to me. Them along with the Wii is what made it $100.â He explained
âSo, weâre your kids now?â You snickered.
He only answered with a hum. You looked at him, blinking rapidly.Â
âWhat?â He said in a defensive tone.
âNothing! Donât worry about it!â You waved him off. He crossed his arms in a huff but dropped it.
âBuy Just Dance?â
âIn the back. Saving it for when Yancy shows up.â
âShows up? Heâs not here?â âNo. He went to the yard when everyone gathered here.â You hummed and looked down, thinking.
Why did Yancy leave? Did he not care about it? Did he not want to play? That would complicate things a littleâŠ
âInstead of speculating, why donât you go ask him?â He scoffed. You looked at the warden, scandalized.
âYouâre an easy person to read, child.â He set a hand on your shoulder. âHe might be out in the yard.â You sighed and walked away from the cheering crowd as BamBam pumped his fists triumphantly and Sparkles fell to his knees.
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You opened the door to the yard, peeking out to see if anyone was there. Lo and behold, there he was, Yancy, sitting on the grass having a smoke. You walked over to where he was and plopped down next to him. He jumped a little, but breathed harshly once he saw it was you.
âWhatcha doinâ out here?â You queried, softly.
âHm.â He grunted in response.
âEveryoneâs inside⊠having some funâŠâ
âHmâŠâ
âI think Jimmy might play Animal CrossingâŠâ
âHm.â
âYancy, whatâs wrong?â You sighed and turned your body towards him a little.
âNothinâ, nothinâs wrong.â He lied. âCâmon, man, we both know thatâs a lie.â You tilted your head to look at him. He avoided your eyes.
âYancy.â You said sternly. He faltered a little hearing your concern. He glanced at you. Your eyes softened. âWhatâs wrong?â
âIs just⊠I never really gots to play games when I was young⊠and⊠I dunno⊠donât know⊠how to...â He mumbled. You nodded in understanding, shifting until your shoulders were touching his. You stared at the fence while Yancy kept smoking. You tried not to cough when he exhaled his smoke, but you couldnât help it. He looked at you apologetically before putting the cigarette out on the grass. You both sat there for a little, enjoying each otherâs company.Â
âSoâŠâ you breathed out after a little while. He turned to you with an eyebrow raised. âYouâre upset because you donât know how to play the games?â
ââN Iâll look stupid while playing âem, yeah.â He finished with a scoff. A smile grew on your face.
âI know a game thatâll be really easy for youâŠâ you sang. He furrowed his eyebrows at you.
â...what is it?â He hesitated. You bit your lip to keep from giggling as he looked at you worriedly.
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âWait, so⊠the hell is Just Dance?â Yancy scratched his head as you led him back to the common room. It was late, and everybody else was back in their cells. You convinced a guard to let you out by pretending you were gonna cry.
âItâs a game where you dance,â You said in a condescending tone. âCome on, Yance, use deductive reasoning.â
âIâon even know what that means,â He argued playfully. You brought him to the small TV, handing him a remote as you turned it on.
âIt just⊠There are songs with dances prepared, and you have to do the dances as you see them on screen. Got it?â You looked up at Yancy, who was busy staring at the glowing screen of the tv. It was on the Wii home menu, so there wasnât much to see. However, to Yancy, it was one of the coolest things heâd ever seen.
âWhoa whoa whoa, wassat?â He pointed at the screen and jumped a bit when he saw the cursor move as he moved the remote. He shifted it over until it was on the Mii Channel.
âUh⊠thatâs the place where you can make a little avatar of yourself. It works on some of the games, but not Just Dance.â You explained. â...you wanna make a Mii?â He pouted and gave you puppy dog eyes. You rolled your eyes and stood up, bringing your Player One cursor on the screen and clicking the channel.Â
You told Yancy the mechanics, how to change everything, and what to do once he was done. You made your own Mii, explaining everything along the way, and told him to make his once you were done. Yancy, being the creative boy he is, spent half an hour on his Mii, trying to get everything perfect. You just stood next to him, trying not to yawn. Like I said, it was late. Eventually, he finished and you both got to see your Miiâs next to each other, along with some other peopleâs. He kept dragging his over next to you, trying to force them to interact. He got very upset when you told him they couldnât hug or anything. He let you exit out of the channel and go into Just Dance.Â
âAny particular song?â You scrolled through the songs, letting them play for a couple seconds so he could know what each was like.Â
âStop!â He called. âGo back.â You scrolled back to the last song you let play.
âBritney Spears? Serious?â You teased. It was all in good fun, you loved her too. Who wouldnât?
He grumbled a little to himself. It sounded a little like ânot my fault her songs bopâ. You breathed out a chuckle and clicked the song, whisper-singing the lyrics as you did.
âMy loneliness is killinâ me⊠Blue, green, orange, or pink?â You asked. After not getting an answer, you looked at Yancy to see the problem. He was frowning at the screen. âYance?â
âWhyâre they all girls?â
âBecause itâs a traditionally girl-ish song.â
âIâm not a girl.â
âI know youâre not. Just pick a color.â
âWhy are they cheerleaders?â
âBecause they can be. Yancy, pick a color.â
âBut why-â
âYancy I swear to God pick a fucking color.â He hummed and then picked blue. You picked green.
You got into the same stance as the girl on the screen, and Yancy copied you. The music started up, and you started dancing. Yancy seemed a bit startled as he hurried to copy you. He wheezed out a little laugh, flailing his arms a little, trying to figure out what move you were on. You bit your lip to not laugh at him. You both kept going, and Yancy eventually got into the rhythm. He stuck his tongue out in concentration and you stared for a moment, not believing how adorable he was. Then you remembered that there was a winner in this game so you shook your head and kept dancing.Â
Eventually the song ended, and you both breathed a little harder than normal. You looked at your scores, and found that you'd won. You clapped your hands and cheered. Yancy crossed his arms.
"Whatever, this is my first time!" He scoffed. But you could see the smile on his face. You stretched your arms and yawned, turning the Wii off and leaving the remote.
"Welp, we should get back--" you turned to head towards your cell.
"No!" Yancy stood in front of you. You tried to go around him, but he kept blocking your way. He grabbed your shoulders and held you in place.
"I want a rematch."
"Yancy, it's lateâŠ" you whined.
"Just one more! Please?" He pleaded. He, again, gave you those puppy dog eyes you could never say no to. You sighed loudly, grabbing the remote again and turning the Wii back on.
"I don't understand why you can't do this yourselfâŠ" you mumbled, clicking on Just Dance again.
"I⊠like spending time with you," he said softly. You squinted at him.
"You'd feel awkward dancing alone, huh?"
"YeahâŠ"
"Fine."
"Ooh! Let's do--"
"Nah, nah, nah. You're keeping me up. I get to pick the song."
"...'This is Halloween'?"
"Bet your ass."
"But that--"
"Shut it, Yancy, I'll leave."
"Okay! SorryâŠÂ
"..."
"...can I be the pumpkin?"
"Of course you can be the pumpkin, babe."
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You woke up really tired in the morning. You didn't know when you got back to bed, but the guard that let you out was asleep by the door when you arrived. You didn't even consider escaping, you were so tired. You just entered the cell and shut the door behind you.
In the morning, you got up and dragged yourself into the common room again. Everyone was playing the Wii again. You rubbed your eyes and stood next to Tiny.
"Fuck happened to you?" She scoffed.
"Yancy happenedâŠ" you yawned
"Ah. Long night, huh?" She raised an eyebrow.
"Ye-no. Wait, what? No, gross. We played Just Dance."
"Oh, was it fun?"
"For the first couple. The rest I was way too tired to be happy aboutâŠ"
"Aw, did wittle baby need theiw nap?" She teased.
"I'm not wi-little! I'm not-I'm not little! Shut up!" You complained as she laughed.
"Well, Jimmy played Wii tennis against a guard. Now he's playing the warden."
"Seriously? Oh my God."
"He's currently the reigning champion."
"Who's going against him next?" You hear a thud, like someone fell.
"Got-dang it!" Mr. Murder-Slaughter yelled.
âThatâd be me,â She patted you on the back before walking up next to Jimmy. Mr. Murder-Slaughter passed her as she walked, limping. He stood by you.
âYou seem to be having fun.â You teased.
âAh, shut itâŠâ He growled and rubbed his arm. âHowâs Yancy?âÂ
âHeâs good. He likes the game a lot.â You explained.
âIâd hope so, otherwise there was no reason to buy this thing.â He scoffed.
âEh⊠I dunno about thatâŠâ You listened to Tiny laugh loudly from where she stood in front and smiled. You turned your head a little and saw Yancy leaning against the opposite wall. You caught each otherâs eyes. He nodded his head to the Wii. You shrugged and walked up. He did the same.Â
Once Tiny and Jimmy were done with their match, Jimmy keeping his title as champion, you and Yancy walked up to the wii, taking the remotes and clicking Just Dance.Â
âWhat song should we do?â You scrolled through the list.
âAvril Lavigne!â Someone yelled from the back of the room. You had a sneaking suspicion of who it was, but kept it to yourself.Â
âGirlfriend by Avril Lavigne it is!â You clicked the song.
âUh⊠I donât know this song, bud,â He whispered to you. You clapped a hand on his shoulder.
âOh youâre gonna love it.â
âIâm not sure I like that look.â
âCalm down, itâll be great.â
âOkay⊠can i be the punk girl?â
âI wanna be the punk girlâŠâ
Cue the puppy eyesâŠ
â...fine, you can be the punk girl.â
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7, 5, 25, and 29? :)
Ask me some TF2 related questions!
7. How many hours do you have for TF2?
According to Steam, I've got 313 hours!
5. First map you ever played?
I honestly genuinely think it was Swiftwater or Banana Beach?? Technically it was on my cousin's account because he introduced me to the game a couple of years before I actually got into it. When I started actually playing the game I'm pretty sure my first map was Dustbowl lmao.
25. Favorite cosmetic? (Any class)
OOOO I HAVE SEVERAL FOR THIS.
The Hundkopf for Medic is probably one of my favourite Halloween cosmetics (and I so badly want to get it this coming Halloween), and speaking of Halloween cosmetics, Pyro's Burny's Boney Bonnet combined with The Spectralnaut makes for a really cool look imo.
Otherwise, the Pocket cosmetics are my favourites too. Ohhh and the Manngaroo set for Sniper too! Furry mercs my beloveds :)
29. Something you love about each merc?
I think I went off the point of the question a little but oh well <3 (Adding a break cus it got a little long oops)
Scout! He's just a guy! A dude! He probably immediately pack-bonded with his team because he's used to probably being the youngest of a group of dudes and I love that for him. I think despite being a little naive about some things, he's smart and sharp, and people don't give him enough credit for that. He is very much Spy's son and people are always surprised about it.
Soldier! Sure he seems too far deep into the patriot thing, but I'm absolutely certain that if anything happened to his friends he would burn down even America itself for them. Additionally he's not stupid either! He's just a funky guy I love him I wish more people would appreciate him.
Pyro! NON BINARY ICON. I love them so fucking much you guys. Complete anonymity? Friends and a job that doesn't tear the hell outta you for being funky gender? In possession of the coolest weapon ever, a flamethrower? Recipe for an amazing character. A very "mess with my friends and I will atomize you" kind of character, and I have a very special place in my heart for those kinds of characters.
Demo! I FUCKINF LOVE DEMO TOO LIKE. He holds so much love and appreciation in him! Despite the negativity he holds for himself, if he's with his friends he can do anything! He's really forgiving too, like those bits in the comics where he forgives Sniper for the moonshine/poison bit and forgives Medic after he explains why he was working with the TFC and also revived Sniper?? This man is a treasure.
Heavy! Hnrg papa bear. He is just the most Big Brother to the team ever and I love that for him. He's got the patience of a saint and he'd do whatever he could to help his team. I adore the way he goes from Giant Man Ripping And Tearing On The Battlefield to Kind Older Guy Who Will Carry You To Bed If You Fall Asleep On The Couch (Again) And Will Let You Stay With Him If You Have A Nightmare.
Engie! Engie is valid to go feral at all times and I love that. In a way, complete opposite to Heavy! In the way that Heavy is typically seen as Big Man Shoot Gun whereas Engie is seen as Polite Little Cowboy. When in reality Engie is a feral little fucker and he'd throw anyone who messes with his machines across the map with just his bare hands. But he cares about his team too! I think he probably cooks for the team the most often, and while he isn't working on personal projects and getting stuck in the funnie little hyperfixation he's probably just milling around seeing if anyone needs anything. Probably one of the best to go to for advice too.
Medic! Random rant but if I see anyone call Medic an evil, morally corrupt fucker who does random experiments to fuck his team up a bit one more time I will seriously lose it. This guy cares so deeply about his team! He'd do literally anything to keep them alive! Not to use an example from before but when TFC's Sniper kills our Sniper? He's so confident in his abilities that he let that happen to continue the facade, knowing that death doesn't mean anything because he knows that he'll revive them and he's taken all the precautions to stop his team from dying! He only does what would increase his team's survivability! He doesn't do shitty things to them! He cares about them! Rant over I'm just very passionate about this. Anyway I love Medic cus he's team parent and he does everything within his power to ensure that no one will die.
Sniper! Just a funky little guy. Quite possibly one of the most gender. Like, loves animals? Crippling social anxiety? Very much queer-coded? Rough relationships with parents? That's just me /j. I adore Sniper so much, he gets typecast as the gruff bastard who'd gut you without a second thought but honestly he's one of the most likely to sit with you when you're having a bad time and let you cry on his shoulder. He keeps tissues in his jacket. He'll probably get you a snack or something afterwards.
Spy! Bastard dad but I care about him so badly. In my onion he's such a complex character and I'm a simple guy, I love breaking characters down into their bare essentials and to me Spy is one of the best to do that with. In my mind he's incredibly damaged by his past and just continously tries to push through every little setback because if he can just live to run another day then he thinks he'll be fine. But if given the opportunity to right the wrongs, to try to set his guilt free and make up for what he's done, he'd do it in a heartbeat. He pretends that he doesn't care but in reality he's always been scared of losing people who get close to him, because that's how vicious the spy underworld is. I'll stop myself before I ramble too much but this guy is very special to me. I care about him a lot.
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Hi! Iâm new to this world, I found your account from your stories about five and ageplay. I absolutely love them, I had an idea I thought I could share. Iâm assuming this is taking place where littles are known? If not, it is for this idea! One of the siblings plans a fun family event: a day at the circus. Itâs all well and good, maybe they get cotton candy. But then the clowns come out. Little Five freaks. And thatâs how the Hargreaves discover five is scared of clowns. I hope this makes sense!
the AU does take place in a world where littles are known! and awww thatâs precious! this turned out a little longer than intended. oops.
Five has not so fond memories of clowns-memories that have to do with the Commission and a certain overly enthusiastic, overly bloodthirsty co-worker. He doesnât like to think about the man or that creepy fucking hyper realistic clown mask he never took off. Itâs all in the past, after all.Â
Or so he thinks, until Five is in his âlittleâ headspace, holding Diegoâs hand so he doesnât get lost in the crowd as they line up to have their tickets taken and be seated. Klaus leans down behind him and grins, confusing the nervousness Five is feeling for jittery excitement. âI heard they use holographic animals in this show. Isnât that cool?âÂ
Five nods silently, his grip on Diegoâs hand getting a little tighter as the line starts moving. Diego pauses to look down at Five, eyebrow raised. He assumes the kid is tired of standing still-they have been in line for a while now, he knows how much kids hate waiting, how cranky it makes them. âCâmere bud.â Diego scoops him up easily and carries him against his hip.Â
Five wraps his arms around Diegoâs neck and leans the side of his head against his shoulder gratefully.Â
By the time they find their seats Five has calmed down and even nearly forgotten that their might be clowns in the show-instead, heâs looking forward to seeing the amazing holograms and the fun light show. Allison waves down a man selling cotton candy and hands him the biggest fluffiest pinkest one on the tray.Â
Vanya chuckles at the expression of absolutely awe on Fives face when he holds the giant ball of cotton candy in his hand. âOh god, Allison, heâs not gonna sleep for a week straight if he eats that.â she says, as she watches Five take his first bite.Â
Allison shrugs, already taking out her phone to take photos of Five as he demolishes the sugary snack. Luther, ever the responsible sibling, searches the inside of his backpack for wet wipes and upon finding them, reaches across to clean Fives face, once heâs finished eating. Heâs sticky with the cotton candy, hands, cheeks and even his nose. Five makes little grumbling noises as heâs wiped down but lets Luther do it without any real qualms.Â
Ben buys them all a bunch of light up neon wands to wave around when the show starts. Five and Klaus end up play fighting with the wands until Vanya threatens to take them away after they get a little too close to hitting someone sitting in the row below them. Klaus sticks his tongue out at Vanya and they both laugh when Five gasps and says, âNot nice!âÂ
Ben ruffles Fives hair lovingly and nods in agreement. âThatâs right, not nice Klaus.âÂ
Klaus rolls his eyes but heâs smiling too.Â
Suddenly the lights all go off at once and theyâre enveloped in total darkness. Five grips the closest hand next to him, his heart thundering in his chest. Is this part of the show? He canât see a thing. Is something wrong? Is it-
Diego puts his other hand atop Fives and leans over to whisper into his ear. âItâs ok buddy, just the show starting.âÂ
Five gulps. âOk.âÂ
A single yellow light pops up center stage to illuminate a man in a top hat and striped pants and itâs clear heâs here to make an introduction. Five peers up, now curious. The show is amazing-an understatement, really-the animals float seamlessly over the audience and Five even got to reach his hand out and almost touch an elephant! Everything is bright and colorful and Five awes at the trapeze artists in their glittery leotards who swing from so high up.Â
Everything is going swimmingly, right up until a polka dotted buggy drives right onto the stage and out come not one, not two, not three, but four clowns! Theyâre not scary, Five tells himself, itâs just makeup, he has to remember, just makeup and silly clothes and too big shoes, is all. There is nothing to be afraid of.Â
Except that all the logic big Five is trying to put into little Fiveâs head isnât staying in said head. All Five can remember right that moment is Charles from the Commission. Like Five, Charles didnât enjoy wearing those ridiculous animal mascot hats-instead, he went the elaborate route of painting on a clown face before every mission. Five knows this because it was one of the few none solo missions heâd been assigned in his short time at the Commission.Â
Charles was a quiet man-something Five hadnât minded at all back then, seeing that he didnât have much to say to strangers, either. The targets were five individuals who had very little in common, except for the fact that they would all be attending a childrens charity event on a crisp Saturday evening.Â
It hadnât been Fiveâs idea to burn down the building, and with it, hundreds of people-including their targets-but Five hadnât been able to stop Charles, either, and that would haunt him for quite some time.Â
He remembers standing outside of the building set aflame, remembers the agonized screaming coming from inside, remembers the helplessness he felt, and most of all, he remembers Charles the fucking clown stood next to him, laughing so disturbingly that the sound of it would be a reoccurring soundtrack in Fives nightmares for years to come.Â
So when the clowns begin to walk into the crowd Five remembers Charles and it doesnât matter that these clowns donât have a penchant for murder, Five can feel all that cotton candy start to make its way back up his esophagus and the panic in him rising as they come closer and closer.Â
His breath stutters in his chest when he blurts out, âWanna go home.â but the music is so loud that not a single one of his siblings hear him and the clowns are coming closer and closer and closer still. Without another thought Five disappears, only a swoosh of electrifying blue any indication that he was once even there.Â
That, the Hargreeves notice immediately. âFive?!âÂ
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âDo you think he went home?â Allison asks, already calling the landline at the house.Â
Vanya shrugs, looking around the stands, hoping Five got an inkling for a stuffed animal or something-though thatâs very out of character for him. âHe rarely ever teleports when heâs in his little headspace.âÂ
Ben nods, âYeah, I think the only times he does is if he wakes up little from a nightmare-he blinked onto my bed and scared the living shit out of me last week. Maybe something frightened him?âÂ
Diego huffs. âFiveâs been jumpy since we got here. I thought he was just excited, âcause weâve never been to one of these places, but-â he curses, âI shouldâve known it was something else.âÂ
Klaus pats him comfortingly on the shoulder, âNone of us noticed something was wrong, this isnât just on you. Donât worry, weâll find him.âÂ
They search all over until Luther calls out for them to meet him in a bathroom stall, where they finally find Five, huddled over a toilet, throwing up.Â
âOh honey,â Allison rubs his back gently, âI shouldnât have given you all that cotton candy, Iâm sorry.âÂ
Five shakes his head and when he looks up his face is stained with tears. âW-wanna go home.â he begs. âPlease.âÂ
âOf course, baby,â Allison brushes the bangs away from his face and takes a tissue out of her bag to wipe at his tears. âCan you stand up?âÂ
Five sniffles miserably. âUp?âÂ
Luther takes that as his cue to pick up the little and tuck him securely against his chest. âAlright buddy, letâs get outta here, yeah?âÂ
Five nods, his fingers gripping at Luthers shirt desperately.
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Heâs still shaking visibly by the time they get back home.Â
They quickly conclude it couldnât have just been the cotton candy making Five sick that made him react so poorly. It had to be something else.Â
âHey,â Vanya scoots onto the couch next to Five and draws him into her arms so that his back is up against her chest. He goes easily, relaxing minutely at the comforting touch.
Klaus comes into the living room with Fives favorite sippy cup and offers it to him. "I put some gingerale in there to help your stomach, Fivey, so drink up, ok?"
Five nods, holding onto the cup with both hands.
"Hey, you know you can talk to us, right? Did something happen to upset you so bad?" Allison squeezes his knee gently, imploring.
Five shakes his head, his breath hitching. He drops his cup and brings the palms of his hands up to his eyes, making a face and a noise of discomfort before looking up again. The switch from his little headspace to his big headspace is almost instantaneous.
His siblings can tell immediately-any softness and vulnerability in Fives eyes is suddenly replaced with a guarded expression. He backs away from both of his sisters, embarrassed. "Sorry," he says, clearing his throat, "I'm fine."
Diego rolls his eyes. "I'm calling bullshit. Five, you cried the entire way home. Hell, you look like you wanna cry right now. No one is gonna judge you. You can open up to us." He insists.
Five bites his bottom lip anxiously and folds his arms across his chest. He knows he's not fooling anyone. "It's stupid." He mutters.
"No one is going to force you to talk about it if you're not comfortable," Allison says, pointedly looking at Diego, who sighs and shrugs. "But, Diego is right, we're not here to judge you. We just want to help."
Five gulps and looks away. "It was the clowns." He murmurs under his breath, so low they barely hear him.
"The what?" Ben asks, leaning forward.
Five groans. "It was the fucking clowns, ok?" He admits, running his fingers through his hair in frustration. "I don't...like clowns."
Luther raises a brow. "Are you...? Really? You're not trying to pull our legs? You are scared of clowns?" He can't help but be incredulous. Five isn't afraid of anything. Not anything tangible, at least.
"Yes, ok?" Five snaps out. "During my stint at the Commission I had to-" he cuts himself off abruptly. He can feel his chest growing tight. "Look, I don't exactly have the most pleasant memories regarding clowns and I'd really rather not talk about it."
Five is shaking again. Trembling a little more subtly than he had been in his little headspace, but trembling nonetheless, and his siblings all take note.
Vanya reaches out slowly, giving Five well enough time to back away. She rests her hand above his shoulder. "C'mere." She nudges him softly and is surprised when Five actually lets himself be pulled into her arms without any qualms.
Five turns so that his face is hidden against Vanyas neck, he hunches over, making himself all the smaller. "Sorry I ruined our day out." He mutters.
"Nonsense!" Klaus exclaims. "We left early and skipped out on all the traffic, not to mention all of Allison's road rage."
Allison playfully smacks Klaus' arm. "I do not have road rage!"
Five huffs out what sounds like a laugh. He sits up but sticks close to his siblings this time, wiping at his face with his sleeve. "You do, though."
"See? Told you." Klaus sticks his tongue out at her.
"Hush, at least I can drive," Allison waves him away. "You have no room to criticize here."
Klaus gasps, as though offended. "Gays can't drive, everyone knows that. Way to be insensitive." He can feel Ben's eyes rolling even if he can't see him.
Vanya hums. "I mean, I can drive, so..."
"Betrayal," Klaus shakes his head. "Betrayal of the highest kind Vanya. Truly."
This devolves quickly into the Hargreeves arguing over who in fact is the best driver in the family.
Five lets himself curl up on the couch between Vanya and Diego. He listens and sometimes even interjects as the bickering ensues among his siblings, the tightness in his chest slowly loosening.
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