#i can't boop the shit out of you without getting closer

[haarute]

me and the mutuals logging onto tumblr on april 1st

[sweetheart-satoru]

his eyes, breathtaking

you tried to ignore him and your feelings, but they were stubborn.

author's note: me cuz i promised part two in october and now it's here 🙈🙈 don't hate me at least it's here 💋 i love you silly billies 🫶🏽

part one here !!

"you two in a fight or somethin'?" shoko says, leaning back in her chair. satoru places his cheek in his palm, "dunno, she's definitely mad at me, though." suguru tilts his head, "how come?"

"i dont know, can you ask her about it?" shoko shrugs, "i'll ask her at break." satoru nods, "thanks." you and satoru sit behind shoko and suguru. two seats in each spot.

when you walk into class you just stare out the window until shoko makes small talk with you, hoping the awkwardness would pass. “y/n, your bracelet is pretty.”

“thank you!” you grin at her, mood changing instantly. “yeahh,” satoru agrees, and he frowns as he watches your grin turn neutral, “i like it too, by the way.” he coughs. “mhm.. thanks, gojo.” you went back to the last name basis, and his heart drops.

shoko gives him a look, pointing at his phone, telling him to text her. and he does, along does suguru.

shoko: shes def mad

satoru: thanks a lot, i didn’t notice 😐!!

suguru: why is she mad tho?? what did you do??

satoru: why are you guys blaming me?! i don’t know either.

you cough, “hey- uh, shoko.. i’m gonna go to the washroom, ‘kay? if the bell rings before im back i’ll meet you by the gates.” you tell her before walking out. “mhm, okay!” she calls out. and when you shut the door she immediately turns to satoru and suguru.

“suguru, did you hear that? earlier, she called satoru by his last name. something is totally wrong.” and suguru nods, agreeing. “well, satoru. you should go follow her. this is your chance. the bell will ring soon so it doesn’t matter how much time you take, go!”

satoru nods, “mhm, okay!” and then he rushes out of class, going to see if he can finally talk to you.

you splash cold water on your face. mumbling to yourself, "get your shit together, y/n." you weren't going to lie, on a hot day like this, the cold water felt nice. patting your cheeks, you stare into the mirror, feeling a little bit less disgusted with yourself.

"oh, hey! i don't look too ugly today!" you give yourself a half grin, taking out a tube of lipgloss and lip tint from your pocket. "i'll just fix this up.." you say to yourself quietly.

when you're done you fix your hair, "not too bad, y/n." you smile to yourself, quietly feeling good. you were right to tell shoko to leave class and not wait, you were taking too much time and the bell did ring.

you check your phone and see that she texted you.

shoko: me and suguru are headed to the convenience store, satoru also went to the washroom so you two can meet up with us together

you visibly frown, oh shit. okay, y/n. just play it cool. if you hurry up maybe you can rush to them and you won't need to see him. yeah, if you hurry up you can make it without it. or you can wait it out and hope he leaves without you.

feeling your stomach growl, you screw idea #2 and just speed walk out of the washroom, making a quick turn before in the corner of your eye you see satoru leaning on the wall with his arms crossed. he was looking down at his phone, but now that your in his eye line, he raises his brows.

"wow, you sure take your time. im telling shoko she can't blame me for being late as this time it was your fault." he walks up to you and boops your nose.

you push his hand away, scrunching your nose. "mhm," you nod, cursing yourself for being too late, "lets uh, just go." he shakes his head, "nope."

narrowing your eyes, "huh? nope?" he grabs your wrist, "yeah, nope." he repeats, bringing you closer to him, and he frowns when you pull back. "lets talk."

"talk? talk about what? can we just go? im hungry." you complain, trying to pull your arm out. before (pt 1), when he grabbed your wrist he only held it lightly, now he was gripping it like if he let go, you would disappear.

"you're," you grunt, "hurting me." quietly, he mumbles a quick apology, but never fully lets go, just loosening his hold. "are you mad at me? and be serious, i don't want any half assed answer. tell me what you're feeling." he frowns.

"im.. im not mad at you." you look down to your shoes, and it's true. you weren't mad at him. you were mad at how he made you feel. you hate having feelings, especially with someone you're close with. it always comes back to bite you back in the ass. "then what is it?"

you stay silent. "y/n i know it has to be something to do with me, every time you speak to someone else you're back to being yourself, but when it's me it's like you hate me." your eyes widen, "i don't hate you." you blurt, and he gives you a sad smile. "then what is it? did i make you sad?"

"yes, but no, but like yes maybe kinda no. yes as in yes it has something to do with you, but no nothing you did intentionally." he raises his brow at that, "then what did i 'yes but no like yes maybe kinda no' do to you to make you stop talking to me for seven days?" you watch the hurt and sadness swirl in his eyes, his beautiful, breathtaking eyes.

"it's.. complicated! i don't know how to explain, it's just complicated!" you crouch down, into a frog like position. and he mimics your frog pose, bringing his face closer to yours, trying to figure out what was wrong.

"it's just, all in my head! i don't.. know.." you mutter, trailing off. "what're you thinking in here," he mumbles, "what are you thinking in your pretty little head." he taps two fingers on your forehead, and all you can think about his making out with him until your lips are too kiss-swollen to be touched.

"..stuff." you whisper, burying your face inside your hands, trying to hide your face that's on the verge of exploding with embarrassment. "oh, i get it." his lips curve into a smirk. all sadness gone.

he chuckles, and his chuckles turn into loud laughter. and his loud laughing turns into full on cackling until he really, truly cannot breathe.

"what are you laughing at..." you feel your heart pounding. it feels like its about to burst and fall right in between you two. he's still laughing, trying to cover his mouth to try and stop it. he's laughing so hard you see tears fall out of his eyes. "i can't fucking breathe!" he gasps for air, still laughing.

"oh my god, you're in love with me!" your heart drops to your stomach, and he's still laughing. his eyes are squeezed shut, he's gripping onto his pants like his life depends on it because he seriously cannot breathe.

all this time, for seven days you've ignored talking to him and texting him back, not because you were mad at him but because you had fucking feelings for him! oh god, he should've put the pieces together!

every time you would smile to yourself if your fingers brushed together, how you would look sad when someone who go up to him and confess, how you would smile down at him with a certain time of warmth when he would tie your shoelaces for you, how you would hug him longer than nessasary when he would pay for you food

"god! it's impossible to talk to you!" you hiss, getting up to leave to god knows where. just as you're about to turn your heel, going to walk away, he grabs your wrist.

"satoru, let go, just leave me alo-" he cuts you off by placing his hands on your cheeks, and then you feel his soft lips on yours. your eyes widen as you feel him bringing you closer to him. squeezing your eyes shut, you try and keep up with his skilled lips. he just took your first kiss and you don't know what you're doing!

he breaks the kiss off and grins down at you. "was that your first kiss?" you just turn your head away, trying to hide your flustered face. "you suck." he snickers, teasing you.

you frown, "shut up! you just caught me off guard, that's all! and if you must know i have kissed many people!" you were straight up lying through your teeth and he smirks, knowing.

"prove it. kiss me again. show me you're experienced." he leans against the wall, eyeing you like a hawk. "no. let's go to shoko and suguru, im hungry!" it wasn't like you were lying now, it's true. you were starved. "no?" he questions, cocking his head to the side. "no." you repeat, "now lets go." you try and drag his arm. he just chuckles and follows you.

he intertwines your fingers together, holding you close to him. he watches you from the corner of his eyes as you randomly look at both of your hands, and then turn away smiling. he also turns his head away to smile. a faint blush rested on his cheeks before he stops you both.

he lets go of your hand before using it to turn your head to him to place a small kiss on your lips again. when you pull back, "you still suck." he leans in to kiss you again but you just shove him. "ugh shut up!"

you speed walk ahead of him, "you're the one who sucks!" he just laughs, "don't leave me behinddddd!!" to which the response he got back was getting flipped off.

as you keep walking ahead, even though he could easily catch up with his lanky long legs, he just runs and jumps on your back, yelling out, "piggy back ride!"

you stumble forwards, holding onto his legs making sure he doesn't fall over, "you idiot, we could've fallen!" you laugh, and he just wraps his arms around you, careful as not to choke you, and kisses your head, "but you love me so even if we fell you'll forgive me."

"yeah, yeah, whatever." you grumble, adjusting him on your back. and he grins, snuggling his face into your neck, loving the sweet smell of (whatever you smell like that's good) and shutting his eyes.

"i love you too." and he can basically feel the grin stretched onto your face.

i accidentally deleted most of the work so now it's not even good :( it literally looks like i shat in my hand, gave it to you and called it writing.. the first version was so much better 🤐

anyways tags for the lovelies that have been waiting months of this <3 @ari-hatake15 @chuuberrysworld @solialuna @kazuahhh @voidsatoru <3 @loquia @mykyoon @i-be-teff @arminsgfloll @4evahevah @the-devilskid @ys2800 sorry if i didn't tag you some of them aren't showing up :(

[vexing-imogen]

a minor cat-tastrophe

Freddie is not freaking out. She is soooo not freaking out. She is one hundred percent cool and calm and collected and not freaking out. Please ignore the furrow in the rug from her pacing. Not. Freaking. Out.

"I can fix this," she says, scoffing. "I can fix this. This is totally fixable, right?" She laughs, a little hysterical. "Why haven't I fixed this yet?"

The tiny black kitten sitting on Freddie's keyboard tilts her head, blinks her large amber eyes, and lets out a concerned sounding mrrrp.

Freddie sighs, running both hands through her hair. "You're not helping, Grace."

The trouble had started, as it usually did, with Grace being bored out of her mind. The tour was over, requests for interviews with "the Voice of the Idols" had died off, and Persephone was currently out of town, only available for a few short hours each night. Which left Grace with little more to do than mope around the apartment and distract Freddie from studying the spell book that Hecate had gifted her.

"If you're not going to leave me alone," she says, "the least you could do is help me practice."

"Help how?" Grace asks, her pout morphing into a look of intrigue. She flips off the couch with a thud, barely avoiding cracking her head on the coffee table. "You mean, like, be your magical guinea pig?"

"Yeah?" Freddie says with a shrug. "If you're okay with that, I mean."

"Um, absolutely I am." Grace shuffles closer to Freddie and her book. "What kind of stuff do you got in there?"

"Oh, uhhh..." She flips through the book, sticking to the pages that Hecate marked as spells within her current power level. "Oooh, this could be fun. Transmogrification."

"Trans-what-ifi-whatnow?" Grace asks, sticking her head under Freddie's arm to read the page, pouting again when she sees it's written in Ancient Greek.

"Uh, basically turning something into something else," Freddie explains. "Like a prince into a frog, or a mouse into a coachman. That sort of thing."

Grace mulls it over for approximately five seconds before she shrugs. "Sounds dope. Let's do it."

"Oh, uh, are you sure?" Freddie asks, tucking hair behind her ear. "I'm still a total novice, you know."

"Yeah, totally." She says it like it's nothing. "I trust you, Fred."

A nervous chuckle escapes her. "Okay, uh." She scans the spell, wishes the page was laid out like her D&D handbook. "This says the spell duration is one to two hours, so. What do you want to be?"

Grace thinks for a second before she smirks. "Surprise me."

That was six hours ago.

And, obviously, Grace is still a kitten. An exceptionally adorable kitten, if Freddie does say so herself. But so not the point. Best friend. Still a cat. Focus, Farishta.

Grace meows, the slight wiggle of her butt the only indication that she's about to leap off of the keyboard. Freddie scoops her up before she can, wincing at the sharp little claws that dig into her arm. "Look, I get that you probably have, like, the zoomies or something right now," she says, booping Grace's nose and earning a disgruntled look for her troubles, "but since your girlfriend is already going to kill me if I can't turn you back, we're at least going to keep you in one piece, 'kay?"

The only answer she gets is a gentle gnawing on her thumb. "Wow," she says, shaking her head fondly. "There really is nothing between those cute little ears, huh?"

Grace tries to meow without releasing Freddie's thumb, which really only serves to prove her point.

She slumps down onto the couch, trying to figure out how she's supposed to search her spell book for a solution while trying to keep hold of a rambunctious kitten. Grace has discovered the dangly bits of Freddie's necklace, so really she can't be blamed for going on autopilot and answering the phone when it rings.

"Yello?"

There's a short pause and then, "Freddie?" Persephone's voice comes through, confused. "Why are you answering Grace's phone?"

"Shit," she mutters. She pulls the phone away from her ear for a second, and yeah, that's Grace's obnoxious neon phone case. "Sorry, uh, long day, super distracted. You know how it is."

"Mhmm." Persephone sighs, sounding more tired than anything else. "May I speak to Grace, please?"

"Oh, yeah, of course." The lie slips out automatically, and Freddie cringes at her own stupidity. "She's just...in the bathroom." Welp, she totally biffed that deception check.

There's another sigh, and, yup, this one sounds annoyed. "Freddie, what is going on? Where's Grace?"

She'd had delusions of finding a solution and fixing this mess before Persephone ever found out how badly she screwed up, but. She caves. "Okay, okay, please don't be mad, but...IturnedGraceintoakittenandnowIcan'tfigureouthowtochangeherback."

There's a very long pause, and then, "Come again?"

Freddie sighs. "I-with her full consent, of course-turned Grace into a kitten with magic," she says miserably. "But the spell was supposed to wear off hours ago, and it hasn't. And I don't know what to do."

She hears a hm and then Persephone starts cackling. It's loud enough that Grace's ears perk up, and she starts making her way across Freddie's chest towards the source of her girlfriend's voice, purring all the way. She meows directly into the receiver, setting off another peal of laughter.

Once Persephone has calmed down, she risks a question. "So, you aren't mad?"

That earns her a chuckle. "This is quite possibly the most absurd situation someone could get themselves into, so of course it's happening to you and Grace."

"I, yeah." Freddie sinks even further into the couch cushions. "Do you have any advice?"

"Well," Persephone says patiently, "have you tried asking Hecate?"

Okay, now she just feels dumb. "I, uh...can I call you back later?"

==========

"I have found the answer that you seek, Farishta," Hecate announces.

Freddie blinks, impressed. "Whoa, that was fast." The tea in her cup is still warm.

Hecate smiles. "It was written that you would spend no more than an hour here today." She beckons Freddie over to where she has the book laid out, page turned to the Transmogrification spell.

"So, what did I do wrong?" Freddie asks. "I messed it up somewhere, right?"

"Actually, no," Hecate says. "Your execution of the spell itself was exemplary. Your issue is nothing more than a simple translation error."

"Wait, really?" She leans in to look, follows Hecate's finger.

"You see this here?" her teacher asks. "You translated this as "one to two hours". In actuality, it translates to "up to one hundred hours"."

Freddie's jaw drops. "One hundred hours?" she asks. "You're telling me that Grace is stuck as a cat for four days?"

"Up to four days," Hecate corrects. "Though, it is written that she shall regain her true form before that time."

Freddie collects Grace from where she's wrestling with Hecate's newest kitten. "Alright, bestie," she says, "looks like you and I are taking a trip to PetSmart."

==========

Grace is still a kitten when Persephone returns from her trip two days later. She sprints across the apartment the moment that Persephone steps through the door, and immediately starts trying to climb her pants leg. She is plucked up and cradled to Persephone's chest, where she settles in, purring contentedly.

"Hi there, sweet girl." Grace butts her head against Persephone's chin, earning a laugh. "Yes, I missed you, too."

It's all sickeningly adorable, Freddie thinks. And then the image is immediately ruined when Persephone starts sneezing.

"Uhh, P?" Freddie asks cautiously, "Are you allergic to cats?"

Persephone purses her lips, attempting to hold back another sneeze. "It would appear so." And yet, she makes no move to put Grace down, only stops her from batting at her earrings.

Freddie goes into the bathroom and starts rummaging through the medicine cabinet. "How bad is it on a scale of Benadryl to EpiPen?" she calls.

"Itchy eyes, scratchy throat," Persephone reports. "I can breathe without issue."

"Benadryl it is," Freddie says, shaking out a couple of pills. "Good thing, too, we're fresh out of EpiPens." She watches Persephone curiously. "So is that something that passes with the Eidolon? Because I'd rather not have to deal with seasonal allergies for eternity."

"I don't believe so," Persephone says, "though I suppose I can't be certain. I've always been more of a dog person." She smiles down at the kitten that is now asleep on her chest. "Though, I think I'm starting to see the appeal."

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When Freddie gets up to use the bathroom in the middle of the night, a very human Grace is perched on the kitchen counter, eating a bowl of leftover mac 'n cheese.

"Hey!" she exclaims softly. "You're you again. When did this happen?"

Grace shrugs. "I dunno," she says, taking another bite. "An hour ago at the most?"

Freddie nods a little longer than necessary. "I am so sorry."

Grace shrugs again. "No harm, no foul," she says. "I'm the one that volunteered, remember?"

"Well yeah," Freddie says, "but neither of us thought that you'd be stuck as a cat for three days."

"I mean..." Grace grins, a spark of mischief in her eyes. "I had a lot of fun." She thinks for a moment. "I can do without the pooping in a box thing, though."

Freddie chuckles. "Maybe next time we turn you into something that your girlfriend isn't allergic to."

Grace throws her arms around Freddie in a quick hug. "I like the sound of next time."

[midnightfrappe]

I can't boop the shit out of you without getting closer

[e-m-p-error]

"Are you serious?" - Vaggie to Velvette!

𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐏𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒

[ Velvette ]

Holding her hands up in a mock-placating gesture, Velvette's sneer belied her true intentions. This one was wily, and often lied about whatever she was doing or saying.

"Unfortunately, I don't make the rules," She did, "Company policy. If I could do something, I would," She wouldn't, "But it looks like you're in some serious shit with my good ol' buddy ol' pal. Val's such a sweetheart if you know how to deal with him, you know?"

She knew, between her and Vox, how to placate him, how to get him to chill out. It took some effort, but it always worked, without fail.

Cackling behind her hand as though it might hide some of her teeth when she did so, she grinned brightly, her eyes nearly closing with the motion. Leaning forward a little more, she pointed at Vaggie's face and swirled her finger as it edged closer to her nose. She was going in for that boop.

"Just a wittle kitten cat. An angwy bunnya. Buuuut, I can offer you something he can't. And that's a fair trade here. You're cute, and you're smart, and you know better than to mess with him. Val's deals are raw ten times out of nine. Shit end of the stick sitch kinda deal, right? You know that, I know that. He's a slave driver."

It was rare to hear of people contracted to Velvette, but a lot of that had to do with a spell she did to keep them under control. A good love potion usually kept them docile and sweet on her, and she wasn't above using it on everyone she contracted.

Absently poking Vaggie's nose suddenly, she dropped her hand immediately after, seemingly bored with it. It lost it's charm fast.

"But, a deal with me? I'm honest," She wasn't, "I wouldn't lead you astray," She would, "And I can protect you from Cali Vallie! It's not like he can take my contracts. He's... Oh. I dunno. He knows the line's thin between ownership and sharing is caring."

Tapping her lips with one finger, she nodded definitively, as if assuring both of them that she was right.

"We share a lot of everything all the time, but what's mine is still mine. You and your pretty girl contract with me and it's a safe bet he can't have you. Sooooooo, whaddya say? Wanna be a shiny, new soul for me, Schnookie Bear? Or you gonna keep fuckin' with Val until he breaks you down and takes you?"

[zombified-queer]

I can't boop the shit out of you without getting closer.

Oh, you're evil booping me, @zombified-queer ?

[ticklepinions]

I just love platonic intimacy. I just love the concept of it. I love being able to just freely love my friends without it meaning anything romantic or having any sexual intention to it. It brings me so much joy. It makes me feel whole and not broken. Cause man society is fckd up. It tells you that you can't be happy unless you're in a relationship and that shit do be hurtin. Or the way it says that you can't kiss the homies goodnight. The way it's applauded women for cuddling and being more physical with each other and frowned upon men being closer than 5 ft apart in a hot tub. Here are some acts of physical affection that make me yearn:

Holding hands

When someone rubs your hand with their thumb is just such a little gesture that says a lot, its just comforting

A gentle hand on the shoulder, telling you it will be okay

A playful shove or punch

Getting an arm slung around your shoulder

Getting your cheeks squished

Back rubs

Measuring hand sizes, especially when there's such a huge difference

Getting playfully kicked under the table while they pretend to be innocent

Getting pulled into an unexpected hug 😩

Piggyback rides

Getting tackled out of love

Wrasslin and maybe getting pinned with them hovering over you 👁👄👁

A gentle thumb swiping away your tears

A boop to the snoot

Leaning on someone's shoulder

Human blanket/pillow

Using someone's lap as a foot/leg rest

Nuzzling your cheek with theirs

"Annoying" and "incessant" pokes to get your attention

Tight hugs that leave you gasping for air

Being picked up and spun around

Sitting in someone's lap

Someone keeping your arm/leg hostage

Being slung across someone's shoulder

Listening to someone's heartbeat during a hug

Getting pulled into a loving chokehold

Tickle fights

Squeezing someone's hand for reassurance

Doing that spider thing on someone's knee

Hugs from behind

Getting your hair played with

I just love it all. Having physical touch as a love language is such a weird thing. The want and need to be held. The way our brain is wired to feel safe in the arms of those we love. How we can connect deeply with one another just through touch. It's beautiful and never fails to amaze me.

People idly tracing shapes onto your hands/sides/back/tummy

Being bonked by someone's head like a cat would

[strawberrysohn]

omg pls some xiaojun smut 😵‍💫

man i am doing this just for you because xiaojun makes me 😵‍💫 like he bias wrecks me so bad it's not even funny 🥴 thinking of making him my second wayv bias but anyway, i hope you enjoy <33333

warnings // little to no plot, xiaojun is a tease but you love it, established relationship, rough sex, sex on a couch, usage of the word slut, reader is a bit too loud while the members are home smh

xiaojun x female reader

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"come on just this once," your boyfriend pleads as you walk straight past him to get the food ready.

"no," you quickly shake your head, setting the timer on the oven. "you make weird shit. i don't want a repeat of last time."

xiaojun crosses his arms over his chest, following around the kitchen area like a lost dog. "you don't even know what happened last time because you weren't here."

"xiao, baby," you turn to face him for a moment to emphasize your point more. "i got like a hundred texts from yangyang telling me that he was so glad that we were together because that meant that i could save their asses from having to eat anymore of your food."

as your boyfriend pouts, you begin preparing the meal that had already been approved by the boys. you knew it was one of xiaojun's favorites too, but he was too stubborn and grouchy to admit it.

you put the dish in the oven, humming to yourself, and your boyfriend watches as you do so. he can't help but admire your ass when you bend, your thin yoga pants not leaving much to the imagination.

he bites his lip as you stand up straight again, not knowing what to do now. his attempts at getting you to let him cook instead had failed, and now he needed a way to get in your pants without any of the members walking in or hearing anything.

"you know," he starts, sliding over to you, who scrolled through your phone, elbows rested on the counter, not daring to glance at the boy beside you. "yangyang and ten are both sleeping, kun and winwin are still out, lucas is still playing his game, and hendery is downstairs."

"i'm glad you know the whereabouts of your band mates, jun," you reply, still not bothering to look up. "what's your point?"

"my point is," he continues, moving to stand directly behind you, his hot breath on the back of your neck. “we basically have the whole place to ourselves.”

your eyes widen at his closeness and you blush when you get his hint. “you’ve gotta be kidding me.” you try to cover your flustered state with one of resentment instead.

“what?” the male looks at you, pressing himself even closer against you, allowing you to feel exactly how eager he was. “you’re telling me no?”

you gulp and bite your lip as you sit your phone down on the counter. “xiao dejun, you are not getting to fuck me on the kitchen counter.”

your boyfriend frowns. “well you’re no fun,” he pouts playfully and you giggle, booping his nose.

“maybe next time,” you tell him. “let’s go watch something while the food cooks, yeah?” you grab his hand and lead him over to the sofa in the main room.

you’re ten minutes into grey’s anatomy and xiaojun is done. as much as he loved watching your favorite shows and movies with you, you couldn’t have asked at a worse time. even though you politely declined his offer of a quick fuck, he was still as turned on and needy as before.

then he got an idea.

xiaojun leans in to plant what starts off as a soft kiss to your cheek, making you blush and giggle. “watch the show, silly,” you mumble to him, who ignores your words and moves his mouth done from your cheek to your neck.

he sucks at the skin of your neck, your eyelids fluttering at the pleasurable feeling. “x-xiaojun, what are you doing?” you stumble on your words, your vision getting blurry from the pleasure.

“well, you said i wasn’t going to fuck you on the counter,” his lips part from your neck to speak. “so i’m gonna fuck you on the couch instead.”

your eyes widen at his direct words. you simply nod your head, feeling a stirring in your stomach.

he smirks as he looks at you, his fingers finding the waistband of your leggings. “let me take these off for you, babe.” he hums as you lift your hips so he can slide both your leggings and panties down with ease.

“lay down,” he tells you, watching with that mischievous look in his eyes as you lower yourself to lay on the couch, staring up at him with need in your eyes. “good girl.” 

you watch eagerly as your boyfriend pulls off his sweatpants, revealing that he was in fact not wearing underwear underneath. the sight makes you drool.

for a moment, you slip back into reality. “what if someone comes in?” you bite your lip nervously before shaking your head. “it’s too risky, jun.” “come on, y/n,” xiaojun pouts. “you really wanna pass up on all this?” he gestures at himself in a cocky manner.

never wanting to give him the satisfaction, you shrug. “you’re meh,” you respond, watching as xiaojun’s face changes.

“ah, really?” he raises a brow at you. you nod confidently. your boyfriend hums and nods back at you, with a suspicious look on his face. “that’s not what you said last night.”

you blush and roll your eyes. “whatever, just,” you sigh, giving in finally. “don’t make so much noise.”

xiaojun scoffs. “i don’t think i’m the one you’ll have to worry about along those lines,” he chuckles before aligning his hardened length with your aching core. “i could tell you the same thing.” he pushes himself into you without a warning and you gasp, your eyes widening at the sudden stretch.

“a little warning would be nice,” you groan as he starts to move at a steady rhythm. you tug your bottom lip under your top one as you try desperately to stay quiet.

xiaojun lets out small, harsh breaths as he thrusts into you at a harder and faster pace. “fuck, y/n,” he groans, leaning his head back before looking back down at you who stares back up at him with need. “so tight still and i just fucked you yesterday.”

his crude words send you spiraling as you roll your eyes back slightly, accidently letting a small moan emit from your throat. you partly wished he wasn’t so good at this so you could stay quiet. but the other half of you was glad he was so good at this so you could let the world know how good he was making you feel.

“dejun,” you moan out his name, feeling his hips snap into yours even harder than before. “dejun, more, please!” you plea, a little louder than you wanted to.

your boyfriend picks one of your legs up and places it on his shoulder, allowing him to fuck you at a new, deeper angle. “like this, hm?” he asks you, knowing you wouldn’t be able to respond.

“fuck, yes,” you try to bite your lip to keep yourself quiet again but to no avail. “it’s s-so good,” you stumble on your words as his cock rams into you at an impossible speed. 

xiaojun grips your hips so roughly you were sure you’d be bruised there later. he leans down to place his lips by your ear so he could whisper to you. “at least i know how to be quiet,” he speaks in a low toned whisper, making you shiver. “unlike some people,” he smirks at you, who only whimpers as his hips keep their harsh rhythm.

“wasn’t it you who told me to keep it down and now look at you, barely able to keep your mouth shut,” he hisses, eyes darkening as your noises get louder. “guess you’re just too much of a slut for me to care, huh?”

you nod your head, your hands gripping at his arms with a death grip. 

“use your words, darling, you know you can,” he hums, waiting to hear what he wanted to hear. you usually wouldn’t give in that easy but he just felt so good, you couldn’t resist.

“fuck, yes, jun,” you finally open your mouth again. “i-i’m a slut for you.” you pant out, feeling that familiar knot in your stomach.

xiaojun chuckles darkly at your response, rolling his hips just so to make you **almost** scream.

“fuck!” you whisper yell as you release all over his length, your nails digging into the skin of his arm. the intensity of your orgasm triggers his and he releases after you.

“oh, fuck, babe,” he groans as his cum spills into you (you were on the pill no worries). “fuck, you’re so perfect.” he pants heavily as he stares down you, who pants equally as heavy.

“i love you, dejun.” you mumble as he pulls out of you and lays beside you, pulling the throw blanket over yourselves.

your boyfriend smiles warmly, planting a soft kiss on the bridge of your nose. “i love you too, y/n.”

...

“...are y’all done fucking now?”

“yangyang!”

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sorry this took so long :,) i hope it’s good or better than you wanted :) <33

[kittyymew]

Accidental Surprise

Story Summary- Levi walks in on you pleasuring yourself. You, the Reader, and Levi are not a couple in this scenario, however, both of you like each other romantically without each other's knowledge.

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You groan as you enter your room after a long stressful day, plopping down on your bed. You were tired, annoyed, angry, and frustrated. Hell! Why wouldn't you be? Another failed mission, and the worst part of it all? You were blamed for the unforeseeable factor which caused the mission to fail. Well, at least there wasn't a single casualty. A rare occurrence.

"Urgh fucking great! Of course, it's my fault! I mean yeah I controlled the titans who made us break our formation!" You let out in an exasperated tone, sitting up on your bed as you start undressing out of that stupid, uncomfortable uniform, tossing it all in a corner.

""Y/N! WhAt aRe yOu dOiNg WhY aRe tHeRe sO mAny tItAns? WhY DiDn'T YoU TeLL uS thErE aRe gOinG To Be sO mAnY aBnoRmALs iN oUr wAy?!"", you mock Levi's words as you get up from your bed and make your way over to the closet to get a change of clothes. He's been like this, blaming you for the most irrelevant things, ever since you were assigned a squad leader yourself. You tried ignoring his condescending remarks, illogical arguments, and wrongfully placed blames in the beginning but it's getting more and more unbearable with every mission you go on.

"Um... I don't know... MAYBE THE FACT THAT THERE WAS NO WAY I WOULD'VE KNOWN!" You yell out in the empty room.

"I can not believe I used to like-like him. Who am I kidding? I still like that stupid ass head! URRRGH WHY DID I HAD TO HAVE FEELINGS FOR HIM OUT OF ALL PEOPLE?!", you shriek out in an irritated tone, opening your closet door with such force that a box tumbles down from the top shelf, spilling its contents on the ground.

You sigh, closing your eyes and massaging your temples in an attempt to calm yourself down. You glance down at the box that had just tumbled out of your closet, seeing a pair of cuffs and a collar that had fallen out of the box. "Oop," you think as you realize it was your sex-toy box that had fallen out of your closet.

"Oh... I forgot I even had these things..." You mumble, bending down to pick up the items and the box, making your way back to your bed and emptying all the contents on the mattress. The collars, handcuffs, vibrators, dildos, butt plugs, ropes, etc. You had bought most of these items when you were with your ex.

Amidst the breakup and you gaining more responsibilities in the scouts, it's been a little over a year since you've used any of the items inside the box. Hell, you barely have any time to pleasure yourself with your fingers, let alone have sex with someone or have the luxury of using all these toys on yourself.

You pick up the pretty pink coloured wand-type vibrator, pressing down on the power button, the vibrator buzzing to life. You didn't think it was even charged. Well, at least you hadn't ran out of luck... yet. You turn it back off, biting down on your bottom lip, contemplating whether you should use it on yourself right now or not.

You quickly get up and get rid of your panties, climbing back on your bed as you crawl to the center, propping the pillows against the headboard, turning around and leaning back on it, spreading your legs.

Your mind automatically travels back to the one person you've liked for so long. As creepy or weird as it may feel, you can't help it. How his lips might feel against yours, or his hand wrapped around your throat, his fingers tangled in your hair tugging on it, or how his fingers would feel inside you... or even better his d-

*SIGH*

Taking a deep breath to relax, you trail your fingertips down your chest, stopping at your nipples to gently squeeze and tug on them.

"Maybe this is how his fingers would feel..."

You bite back a small moan at the sensation, it's been a while since the (Y/N/C) buds received any attention.

You take your sweet time to rile yourself up, switching between squeezing your boobs and pinching and tugging on your nipples. Your mind clouding up with all kinds of inappropriate thoughts and you can already feel the heat pooling between your legs by just stimulating your nipples and by the thoughts of how Levi would fuck you...

You keep your left hand on your left boob and trail your right hand down until your fingers touch slick folds, your fingers rubbing up and down, spreading your arousal. A small, almost inaudible whimper falls off your lips as your fingers finally connect with your throbbing clit.

In the blink of an eye, your fingers are moving in a circular motion over your clit, applying just enough pressure to have you squirming and moaning. It's been so long, even the slightest touch has you going crazy.

You begrudgingly disconnect your fingers with your clit, just for a few moments until your fingers were replaced with the head of your wand vibrator, your other hand spreading your folds as you press down the vibrating head against your clit. You throw your head back, moaning loudly as pleasure spreads through your body like wildfire.

"O-oh... fuuck..."

You moan out as you apply more pressure, moving the vibrator up and down your clit slightly, the movement combined with the intense vibration causing your toes to curl and your eyes to roll at the back of your head in pleasure.

Sliding your fingers down towards your entrance, you push a finger inside your wet cunt that slides in with ease, and curl it upwards in a come hither motion, with your walls clenching around your finger as the tip rubs against your g-spot and the vibrator's sweet assault on your clit, it doesn't take long to feel the knot in your lower stomach tighten.

Throwing your head back in pleasure, small moans and whimpers fall off your lips, quickly adding in another finger inside, plunging them as deep as they can go, the tips rubbing against that sweet spot inside your tight pussy, as you draw your orgasm closer and closer with each thrust and movement of your fingers against your g-spot, combined with the intense vibration against your swollen clit.

"Fuck fuck fuck... oh... god... L-Leviii fuck...!"

You scream out in pleasure, applying more pressure on your clit with the vibrator, your fingers halting their thrusting movement as your cunt clenches around them, your lower stomach fluttering, your toes curling and back arching, as the euphoric sensation takes over your mind and body.

Pulling your fingers out of your throbbing pussy and turning the vibrator off, you try to catch your breath, still coming down from the high of the orgasm you just had.

"I- uh... *ahem*..."  Your head snaps up towards the direction of the door, the moment you heard someone clear their throat, and there he stood in your doorway, in all his red-faced glory, your soul leaving your body when you see his face.

It takes a moment for your brain to register, but you snap out of it when you see Levi take the tiniest step forward.

"FUCKING SHIT! LEVI WHAT THE HELL?!"

You yell as you jump up to cover yourself with the blanket and hastily trying to hide the multiple sex toys that were splattered all over your bed.

"I- uh...." Levi opens and closes his mouth, failing to realise that he's gawking at your naked figure. He averts his gaze only after you pull the blanket up to your chest and awkwardly try to hide his hard-on. He quickly turns around, his mind finally processes the situation, but not before you catch a glimpse of his situation down there.

"I just... came here to apologise for how I had been acting towards you over the past few weeks Y/N," Levi says, trying to make everything less.. awkward?

You just stare at the back of his head. You're way too embarrassed to even breathe at this point. How long was he standing there? How the hell did you not hear him come in? How did you even forget to lock the door before your genius self decided to masturbate?

Levi breaks the silence when you don't say anything. "Y/N...? I'm sorry the door was open and I-..."

"How long were you standing there for?" You ask.

You'd much rather die of a heart attack or something at this moment instead of having to face him. It'd be much easier than having to go through this.

"A while I guess...." He replies, scratching the back of his head.

*bonk*

You throw the first thing that you could reach. It was a purple dildo.

"Hey, Ow!" He mumbles, rubbing the spot where the dildo just hit him.

"AND YOU JUST STOOD THERE WATCHING ME INSTEAD OF LEAVING OR AT LEAST SAYING SOMETHING?!?!" You yell at him, throwing a pillow at his head this time.

"Well, you did moan my name brat!" Levi sasses in response when the pillow hits him.

"Stop throwing things at me brat!" Levi says, turning around on his feet to face you with a glare until he catches the sight of the purple dildo lying near his feet. He bends down to pick it up and smirks at you.

"Or I can just remind you whose name you were just moaning..." He says as he dangles your purple dildo in front of him

"LEVI!" You yell at him again, moving forward and attacking him by throwing everything that is within range at him.

"OKAY SORRY! SORRY!!!" Levi laughs as he dodges everything that's plunged in his direction and he's on the bed in front of you, holding your wrists down.

Your breath hitches in your throat at the close proximity between the two of you and you freeze up.

"I never said I was complaining about it. If anything it's nice to know that you think of me when you touch yourself. Because it just means that I wouldn't have to worry about you liking me back when I ask you out tomorrow" Levi says, letting go of your wrists and booping your nose with his stupid cocky grin before turning around and leaving your room.

"What just... happened..."

You think to yourself as you're left alone in your room, dumbfounded, to say the least.

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

𝑻𝒆𝒆𝒏𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝑫𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 (𝑱𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒀𝒖𝒏𝒉𝒐) 𝑹𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐉𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨 (𝐀𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐳)× 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞)

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐀𝐔, 𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬.

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥��𝐧'𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟓.𝟖𝐊

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐀𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬, 𝐞𝐱𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐦, 𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐢-𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐥, 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 (𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠), 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭, 𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐱 (𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧).

𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: 𝐓𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐛𝐲 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐲 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @yunhoiseyecandy @yunhofingers @galaxteez @little-precious-baby @multidreams-and-desires @vocalyunho

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The girl's eyes peered with great attention onto the map in front of her. Making sure it was the correct hallway, she proceeded to make her way down the small staircase. Being so attentive towards the schedule and diagram given to her, not to mention carrying her binder and some of her journals, she nearly tripped on the last couple of stairs but luckily regained her balance before any disaster happened. Faced with a wall full of lockers, she made a right turn and carefully looked for the number written on her paper. Her locker was one of the last ones, which she didn't mind. A door at the end of the lockers was half open, letting her have a peak inside what she assumed to be the training room for the boxing club, given the huge punching bag that was hanging and all sorts of other equipment that she would never guess what they were for.

Squinting her eyes, she began to put in her combination, safely maneuvering the lock and getting her locker to open. With a soft grunt, she tossed her heavy book bag into the compartment, her shoulder aching after having carried so many things at once. She began organizing things so loudly in there she didn't notice the tall, lean figure that approached the punching bag, one of his hands finishing the task of wrapping the safety bandages on the other. His black hair was already sticking to his forehead after having run some laps outside in the track field, his usual warm up before heading inside. Making sure the bandages were tightly secured, he held his fists up before landing a couple of punches onto the bag, stopping momentarily before resuming to strike at it with as much force as he could. Through pants and grunts, he continued his punches, teeth clenched and eyes completely focused, his body beginning to perspire even more sweat, leaving his shirt nearly soaked through.

Gasping for air, he decided to take a break, body hunched over as he rested his hands on his knees, slowly getting his heart rate back to normal. Getting an unusual feeling, he suddenly lifted his head and tilted it to the left. He was both surprised and intrigued to see a girl he'd never seen before gaze at him, her eyes wide open and lips slightly agape, fascination clearly visible on her features. Having been caught eyeing him, she quickly hid her face behind the open locker door, her cheeks immediately reddening and her hands fumbling to quickly take out what she needed and just dash out of there to avoid any further embarrassment. The young athlete chuckled softly, smile still plastered on his face as he began walking out of her room and up to where she was.

"I take it you're new in the school right?"

Startled by his close proximity and tall height, she dropped all of the things she was currently holding, muttering out a slight curse as she began bending down to pick them up.

"Here. Let me help."

Pulling her back up, the male speedily gathered her things and held them back out to her.

"Thank you..." Her voice was barely above a whisper.

"You never answered my question." He gently reminded her.

"Oh...yeah I just transferred here." She responded, hand reaching up to brush some fallen hair behind her ear.

"Thought so, in my years here I'm pretty sure I would have remembered a cute little face like yours."

His compliment followed along by his large hand booping the bun on the top of her head only worked to make her feel more shy about standing in front of such a handsome guy.

"I'm Yunho." He held out his wrapped hand out to her, which she gratefully shook.

"I'm Y/N."

He looked at her with a fond smile upon hearing her name.

"Well Y/N, if you ever get lost or need something, please let me know. I'd be happy to help."

Unable to help himself, he leaned down and bumped his nose against hers, making her slightly crinkle her own after he pulled back.

"I like you. Let's be friends."

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"Look! Yunho! I see the beach already!"

Yunho only took a small glance over at his friend, who had of course taken off her seatbelt in order to stand up and get a better view of the blue ocean that was now drawing closer and closer to them. Without taking his eyes off the road, he grabbed one of her belt loops and firmly sat her back down, not about to risk an accident happening.

"Y/N just because this car is convertible, doesn't mean you can just go wilding about and standing up. You could get hurt."

Poking her bottom lip out with crossed arms, the girl pushed the seat further back so she could rest her feet up on the dashboard. Still hyped up about their trip to California and unable to contain her excitement, Y/N moved one of her legs so it could nudge Yunho's arm. He merely rolled his eyes at her, so used to her mischievous yet rather adorable antics. He couldn't suppress the smile on his face when she kept bumping her knee up against his elbow or tapping her foot against one of the hands that was gripping the steering wheel. During one particular move of her leg, he got his hand off the wheel and grabbed her thigh, squeezing at it softly and keeping it within his reach.

"Do you have a death wish?" He questioned her.

"No..... I'm just too excited and I can't wait to see the rest of the gang." She bounced against the seat.

Releasing a light chuckle, Yunho used his thumb to rub circles against her exposed knee, tugging at the ripped fabric coming out.

"Seriously, couldn't you pick another pair of jeans?" He shook his head.

"What's wrong with them?" She exclaimed in offense.

"They're practically ripping from how skin tight they are. Honestly, did you just paint them on? Guys will stare at your ass." He involuntarily gripped her thigh a little tighter when he pictured some pervert eyeing his best friend up and down.

"Maybe that was the whole plan along."

Her little snort only made him smack her thigh rather abruptly, earning her a glare from him as well, which only served to make her burst into giggles.

"Hit me harder daddy." She teased him, sitting up to rest her head on his shoulders as she batted her eyelashes at him.

"Oh my fuck- I can't with you! You know I hate that word!" He cringed in disgust at the unholy word, lightly shoving her head off him, opting to instead turn up the volume of the music to hopefully calm his energetic friend down a bit.

Pulling into the parking lot, Y/N wasted no time in jumping out of the car and sprinting out towards the small crowd that was already gathered near the shoreline, a small bonfire already being started while the sun was still out. Finally catching sight of the last pair to get there, some of their friends waved them over.

"Hey guys! They're here! Yunho and Y/N are here!" A bright pink haired male who was donning a crop top began jumping up and down in excitement at the whole crew being gathered.

Meanwhile the jet black hair male next to him was not amused by his screeching.

"Ok ok geez, we get it." He held San down.

"Yeosang stop being a drag and let loose for once. We're on vacation, no more mean professors. No late night studying, no more presentations. Tonight we're just a bunch of adults who are going to get shit faced wasted and party all night long!" His friend let out a piercing holler.

"Ok but I'm not carrying your drunk ass back to the room then Woo." Yeosang warned him.

"Mingi!"

Y/N immediately ran up to her friend who was just as tall as Yunho. She was so happy to finally see him after so long, none of them having been able to see much of him since he had gone away on a transfer college program and had been living abroad for a while now. She clung onto him tightly.

"I missed you two munchkin." Mingi bent his face to kiss the top of her head before ruffling her hair into a tangled mess like he'd usually do.

"I'm not going to punch you for that only because I missed your clumsy ass too much." She squinted her eyes at him, but immediately went back to her happy self and began asking him so many questions about what he had done.

Yunho went over to see if anyone needed help, always stepping up to set up anything they needed. He had decided to help out his older friend, Seonghwa, bring out the coolers full of beer and other alcoholic beverages while another one, Hongjoong, began making a playlist on his phone which would soon blast all over the bluetooth speakers.

"How was the ride here?" Seonghwa asked Yunho, who could only let out an exhausted sigh.

"That crazy huh?" Hongjoong chuckled, looking over at Y/N who was practically hanging onto Mingi's arm like a koala, while San and Wooyoung were arguing about not being giving the same amount of hugs.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm happy she's already having fun, but even I think she's a little too much for me nowadays. I can barely keep up with her energy sometimes." Yunho admitted, although he found it ironic how ever since the years passed, it had seemed as if though his once bubbly and energetic nature switch somewhat with Y/N's more calm and mellow personality.

"Well I mean, don't worry about babysitting her tonight. Just drink some beer and go wild like we used to back in high school."

Popping off the cap, Seonghwa handed the bottle over to Yunho who immediately took a small sip of it.

"Are you kidding me? I'm going to have to stay sober and make sure she doesn't do anything too crazy."

Smirking, Hongjoong came up to him as he pulled something out of his pants.

"I thought you'd say that which is why I took the liberty of placing you two in the same motel room. Now you don't have to worry about rooming with tweedle dumb or tweedle idiot there." He nodded over to Wooyoung and San.

Yunho looked down at the room key with bewilderment.

"Oh Hong- why would you? Listen she's my best friend, but to share a room with her-"

"Is the best idea if you ask me. Seriously Yunho, we're here about to get fucked as hell. Maybe this is the chance for something between you two to finally happen. If you know what I mean." He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, which made Yunho blush wildly.

"Nothing will happen. She only sees me as a friend." He tried to convince himself more than anyone else.

Seonghwa and Hongjoong looked at him and then at each other, both of them with a dead panned expression.

"Oh honey you are so lost." Seonghwa stated, letting out some very audible tsks.

"Jongho! Come here! We need an opinion from a level headed person." Hongjoong waved over a muscular red head over, who came over with arms crossed over his chest.

"What?" He looked unamused.

"On a scale of 1-10, how much would you say Yunho and Y/N want to fuck each other?"

Yunho covered Hongjoong's mouth at that.

"Hyung! What the fuck?!" He looked around to make sure Y/N didn't hear anything.

Shrugging, Jongho slid his hands into his pant's pockets.

"I don't really pay attention to hetero shit, but I'd say solid 12 if I'm being honest." Satisfying their curiosity, he went back towards Yeosang, who was already downing down another bottle and laughing a lot more than he'd usually do, which prompted his partner to take the bottle away from him, which Yeosang did not appreciate and began grumbling in a not so threatening manner.

Yunho looked over at his friend, talking so casually with the other girls, all of them showing off pictures of clothes or their pets no doubt. He began to think that maybe Hongjoong and Seonghwa were right. Perhaps this could be the night where something would spark between them.

He just had to wait and see.

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Loud cheers and hollers were being poured out at the two females who were currently tongue deep inside each other's throats due to the dare they were given.

"3, 2, 1! Ok. 40 seconds is up."

The more dominant of the girls got off the other's lap, a smug look on her face while the other looked completely dazed as she tried to regain her composure.

"Dang Sua, you didn't need to go that intense. Poor Yoohyeon." Wooyoung shook a finger at her.

"I know for a fact you enjoyed that little show just as much as she did." She glanced in between his legs, eyeing the very visible boner that had formed there before brushing some hair out of Yoohyeon's face.

"Ok it's not my turn but I've really been wondering long and hard about something! Seungyeon! Is it true you got your nipples pierced last month?" San suddenly blurted out, words slightly slurring as all eyes looked over at the bronzed beauty who had a wicked grin on her face.

"I did." She confirmed the rumor.

"No way! You have low pain tolerance! I don't believe you!" He interjected.

Putting her drink down, she sauntered over to him, hands on her hips as she stood in front of him. Grabbing the end of her shirt, she lifted it up and let her well endowed tits pop out. San nearly choked as he stared at the metal bars piercing through her nipples.

"Hot damn. I love being Bi." He licked his lips.

With a giggle, Seungyeon gave her tits a little shake before covering them up again.

"Ok now that I blessed you with my chest, now you have to do something for me."

Always up for a challenge, San immediately agreed.

"What is it? Come on throw it at me. Who's dick or pussy am I sucking?" His question had everyone laughing.

"No, don't get ahead of yourself fuck boi. I dare you to strip and jump into the cold water." She smirked, really convinced he'd never do it.

But to everyone's shock, horror and amusement, San didn't waste a second before standing up and ridding himself of all his clothes, leaving some of his friends wide eyed while others were getting more turned on by the ever escalating game of truth or dare.

"You know if you wanted an excuse to just see my dick, all you had to do was ask."

With a wink towards the tanned female, San ran into the water and let his entire body submerge underneath the waves. Meanwhile the rest of the party got off their seats to witness or record the entire thing. Coming out of the water, San swiped his hair back before calling out to them.

"I bet none of you have the guts to do the same!" He challenged them.

"Bet!" Wooyoung responded before practically ripping his shirt off.

With a shrug, Seungyeon completely took off her top.

"You have all seen my tits already. What the heck?"

Soon a few more of them joined San in the water, while the others either stood there contemplating if they should do something or just let them be.

"I knew it. I knew this would eventually turn into one of those college parties that ends in an orgy- NOT THAT I'VE EVER SEEN THEM!" Mingi immediately shouted, but everyone around him just looked at him with absolutely no surprise or judgment.

"I wanna join!"

Yunho watched in horror as Y/N took off her shirt and threw it at him. Before she could even reach for her bra clasp, he took off his jacket and covered her, picking her up and slinging her over his shoulder.

"No you don't. We're going to our room and you're going straight to bed." He firmly said, ignoring the suggestive glances the others were giving him.

"Put me down Yunho! Put me down!" She wiggled in his grasp, trying to break free but in her tipsy state she couldn't really do much.

"Bye Y/N! Sorry you didn't get to show us your boobs! I bet they're great!" Yeosang waved at them, completely drunk with Jongho holding him up so he wouldn't fall.

Y/N eventually gave up and just let Yunho carry her across the motel parking lot, his car already having been moved over so it'd be easier for them to get their stuff. Not fully coherent and with still leftover energy, she began tapping on his back.

"Truth or dare."

"Y/N, I'm pretty sure the game already ended." He told her as he took out his key to lock and put the alarm on his car.

"But you didn't pick anything besides truth you boring old sack! Now pick dare! I wanna dare you to do something!" She insisted.

"Fine. What do you want me to do?" He wanted to satisfy her whims for a moment.

"Dare you to slam me on the hood of the car and make out with me."

Yunho wasn't sure if she was being serious or was playing around like she usually did, but her sentence made him freeze up.

"I knew it. I knew you didn't have the balls to do it." She snickered at him.

Finally deciding to snap, Yunho tore his jacket off her body before hauling her down and slamming her onto the hood of his car, not to hard so she wouldn't get hurt. With a dark look in his eyes, he smirked down at her.

"Bet."

Before she had time to respond or comprehend what was going on, Y/N was already melting into the kiss her long time friend was giving her. She didn't hesitate to allow his tongue to slither in her mouth. Y/N moaned as Yunho continued to massage his tongue against hers, rolling them over each other before sucking down on it. His hands which had been holding her arms over her head let go of them so they could snake down her torso before gripping her hips. Prying her legs open with his knee, Yunho pressed himself in between them, his growing bulge grinding against her jean clad core. Y/N could feel her underwear stick to her folds from how aroused she was becoming. Having nothing to lose, she wrapped her legs around Yunho's waist, squeezing him closer as she grinded harder against him, practically dry humping him.

"Fuck! You're driving me insane."

Wanting to get her as frustrated as him, he trailed wet and sloppy kisses down her sternum, licking on the top of her cleavage, while his fingers pushed underneath her bra cups so they could rub her nipples in between them.

"Oh! Oh my god!" She gasped out, her hands going to the back of his head, fingers harshly tugging at the strands of his hair as she pressed her chest out more forward him.

"Please suck my tits."

Yunho let out a brief awkward laugh at her request before pulling himself off her, which resulted in her writhing in an annoyed manner.

"That wasn't part of the dare Y/N and I'm not doing such a lewd action out in public."

He did not let her glare deter him from patting the top of her head softly. Turning his back to her, he made way towards their hotel room calling out to her so she could follow him. When he didn't hear nor sense her following behind him, he quickly turned around and saw that instead she was walking towards the pool.

"Y/N I'm not going to tell you again. Get in the room right now and- No! Y/N no!"

He chased after her as if she was a misbehaving cat, internally cursing himself as he saw her entering the pool area. He stopped in his tracks when he saw her peel off her tight skinny jeans before diving into the pool, some of the water splashing onto him.

"Holy hell, please give me the strength to deal with her." He muttered to himself as he picked up her discarded clothing.

He just stood there both admiring and just guarding her as she freely swam around without a care in the world. Emerging from underwater, she swam up to where Yunho was and propped her elbows on the concrete.

"Join me Yuyu." She made it a point to use the nickname he favored and to glance at him with puppy dog eyes.

"No. It's late and you have gone wild enough for one night. Now come on, out you go now."

Extending his hand out, he ordered her to take it so he could pull her out of there. Having other thoughts in mind, Y/N acted as if she was giving in. As soon as she took his hand, she took advantage of his unguarded state to strongly pull him down into the water with her. Yunho came back out of the water with a shocked expression.

"Have you completely lost your mind?!" He shouted at her, wiping some of the dripping water off his face.

"Maybe. I don't know."

With absolutely no remorse, she pushed him towards the pool steps, making him sit down on one of them before straddling his lap. Not giving him a chance to ask, Y/N just cupped his cheeks and began to fervently kiss him, not lingering long on his lips as she preferred to attack his neck, biting and sucking at various points in an effort to leave purple and red spots all over his milky skin. Yunho's hands cupped her hips in a futile attempt to hold her still but ultimately failing as they seemed to have a mind of their own and wandered further down to cup her ass. Kneading at her cheeks, Yunho bucked his hips up at hers, head tilting to the side to allow her to nibble away as she pleased at his skin.

"Just what exactly do you want with all this?" Yunho finally asked.

Humming against his skin, she placed a sweet peck on the recent mark she made.

"I want you to suck my boobs." She repeated her words from before.

Taking his hands off her ass, she placed them on her chest, making them massage them as she liked them to be.

"That's it? You go through all this just to get your boobs sucked?" Yunho found it ridiculous yet cute.

Shaking her head, Y/N began bouncing on his lap.

"No I want you to fuck me." She blurted out.

Yunho immediately retracted her hands off her body, eyes not even blinking as he began processing what she just said. Gulping down an imaginary lump, he took a deep breath and gathered his strength and self control.

"Y/N, baby. You're probably too wasted to think straight. You don't know what you're saying. So let's just go back to the room and go to sleep. Don't want you regretting anything in the morning."

Even though he said it to her, he mostly meant it for himself. He didn't want to ruin anything they had already built up over the years just because of some stupid decision. Y/N however clung onto him when he attempted to let her go.

"I'm not wasted trust me. I'm in full use of my 5 senses and I mean it when I say I want you to fuck me Jeong Yunho."

Trying to seduce him one last time, she began to nibble at his earlobe, knowing he was sensitive around that area. Wanting to rile him up, she whispered in his ear.

"If not then that's ok..... I'm sure Seonghwa or Hongjoong won't mind me joining them for a night."

Instantly, she was lifted up by his strong arms and carried away towards their room.

"You're not spending the night with anyone but me."

Yunho nearly broke the door down from how hard he opened it, using his foot to slam it close behind them. Setting his friend down on the bed, he began to rid himself of his soaked clothes, letting them pile up into a short wet stack on the floor. Y/N bit down at her bottom lip as she took in the size of Yunho's cock. It was well above average and the thickness had her mouth watering. When Yunho came over to her, she tried to reach out and stroke it, but he quickly grabbed her wrist and stopped her from getting closer. Pushing her further on the bed until her head hit the headboard, Yunho reached under her back so he could unclasp her bra and free her boobs from their confinement.

"Are you really going to fuck me? Fuck me like one of your exes? I heard a few naughty and interesting rumors." She let out a soft giggle.

With darkening eyes, Yunho used one of his hands to wrap itself her neck, tightening around it so as to cut off her breathing for a brief moment.

"First of all, don't mention any of those skanks right now."

Releasing her neck, he peeled her panties off her legs and threw them across the room, ignoring where it landed. Taking both of her hands in his, he pressed his forehead against hers, his lips tenderly brushing against her own.

"And second of all, I'm not going to fuck you...."

Giving her a loving peck, he smiled at her.

"I'm going to make love to you."

Unlike his previous hungry kiss, this time his kisses were more soft and drawn out, as if he wanted to take his time in savoring each and every time his lips enveloped hers in a tender yet passionate kiss. Every once in a while, he'd tug at her bottom lip with his teeth in a playful way. Once he got her fill of tasting her mouth, his lips traveled down her chest, finally giving her what she'd ask for since the beginning. Looking up towards her, he took hold of one of her delectable breasts and brought his mouth close to it, tongue circling around the sensitive nipple before it disappeared inside his mouth. Yunho couldn't hide the proud smirk on his face whenever he felt Y/N squirm underneath him, back arching everytime he gave her tits a particularly long and hard suck. Pressing them together, he squeezed them into his large hands before taking both of her nipples in his mouth, teeth grazing over them. Taking notice of her change in breathing, Yunho couldn't resist himself in teasing her a little.

"Finally satisfied that you got what you wanted? You got your tits sucked, should I stop now?"

When he began moving away from her, Y/N pulled him back to land on top of her.

"No! You said you were going to make love to me." She whined at him, lips pouting out.

Pecking her pouty lips, Yunho began crawling down her body.

"I did say that and I'm following through on it."

Pulling her body close to his face, he ran his nose against her slippery folds. Parting her lips with 2 of his fingers, he delved his tongue into her hole, collecting some of her arousal and lapping it up with such ardent intensity. His face was practically smothering itself into her heat, her juices staining not only his nose but even his chin. But Yunho couldn't help himself as he continued to feast on her taste, his tongue flicking out against her clit before sucking more of her juices out of her. He loved having her roll her hips against his face, her eyes shut tight as she let herself get lost in the addicting feeling of having his mouth swallow her mound and folds. It boosted his confidence when he heard her moans get louder and her the rising of her chest become more agitated. By the way her thighs began to clench around his head, he knew she was going to cum any second. Before that could happen, he released her delicious clit from his mouth with a loud popping sound and climbed back on top of her body.

Before she could complain about him leaving her hanging, he began to pump himself slowly, the tip of his dick running across her folds. Looking at her one last time, he asked her one more time if she was ok with it. Instead of answering, she replaced his hand with her own, getting a low hiss to spill out from his lips as she began to stroke his length. Thumb playing with his slit, her mouth was occupied in kissing all over the marks she had previously made on his neck. Not wanting to waste any more time, she lined him up at her entrance and pushed him inside enough to get the tip in.

"Go ahead Yuyu." She encouraged him, her hands steadying themselves on his arms for support.

Slowly easing the rest of himself inch by inch in her, Yunho gave them both a few seconds to get adjusted before he began to expertly roll his hips. It was a slow and steady pace, but he made sure to hit deep enough for both of them to start moaning against their lips, which were never more than a few inches apart from each other. Yunho never took his eyes off her face, drinking up every single one of her facial expressions. He moved her hands off his arms so he could hold them in his own, their fingers intertwining with one another. He began to pick up his pace, hips slamming further onto her body. Unable to contain his emotions any longer, Yunho captured her lips one more time in a desperate kiss. He only pulled away so she could hear what he had to say.

"You don't know how long I've wanted you. From the first moment I laid eyes on you back in high school, I've yearned to make you mine."

Y/N gasped when he sunk his teeth into her neck, his hands pressing her hard against the mattress as his thrusts became more forceful, ripping out whimper after whimper out of her throat.

"I tried to find someone else....hoping I'd get over you....but none compared to you. I've only ever wanted you."

Y/N was left completely speechless at his words, never imagining he'd actually feel the same way she felt about him. She could see the longing in his eyes and she had no doubts that her own were probably mirroring his feelings at that moment as well. Caressing his face, she found it difficult to get out any coherent words due to Yunho ramming his cock inside her, but eventually she found her voice.

"I love you Yunho."

His hips momentarily stopped when he heard those 4 words, his mind trying to decipher if it was real or another one of his fantasies. Knowing he was doubting what he heard, she repeated herself.

"I love you Yunho."

Lifting her up, Yunho sat her on top of him, his arms holding her so close to him, he could practically smother her.

"Say that again." He begged her.

Y/N began crying out when he began lifting her up and sinking her back down onto his cock, his hips relentlessly bucking up into her. His fingers were gripping onto the sides of her waist so hard they would probably leave prints for days to come. Her nails raked along his back, leaving scratch marks plastered on the top.

"I love you! I love you!" She began chanting loudly through chattering teeth and shaky breathing.

Yunho felt himself go feral at hearing her repeat her words, wanting to hear her say it for so many years.

"Fuck I love you too my darling."

When he shifted angles underneath her slightly, he brushed against her g-spot, making Y/N's whimpers turn even louder and her walls clenched tighter around him.

"Right there love? Does it feel good right there?" He cooed in her ear, fingers brushing against the bulge protruding out of her stomach.

Through tear brimmed eyes, Y/N frantically nodded.

"Yes! Right there feels good. Please keep going, I'm going to cum." She begged him, her nails digging sharply into his skin.

Yunho continued to stroke his hips up, watching intently as Y/N shut her eyes tightly and clenched her teeth. Holding onto her tightly, he witnessed as she began sputtering incoherent words while her body shook uncontrollably on top of him, her orgasm washing over her and coating Yunho's cock which was still sliding in and out of her. It was such a beautiful scene, seeing her dissolve into immense pleasure that he didn't fall far behind as he began pumping all of his cum into her, shooting a heavy load that some began to spill onto his thighs as he continued to bounce her on top of him, helping them both ride out their highs.

They were so exhausted they ended up collapsing on the bed, their breathing raspy and hoarse. Reaching his hand out, Yunho pulled her body back up against his, wanting to stay as close to her as possible. Brushing some of her hair out of her face, he wiped off some of the smudged eyeliner and mascara that had become messy.

"I look ugly don't I?" She questioned him.

"You're always gorgeous to me, although if you want my honest opinion, I think you're prettier without any makeup on." He nuzzled his nose against hers.

Snuggling close to him, Y/N buried her face in his chest, inhaling in his scent while her ears listened intently to the beating of his heart. Their fingers began to play with one another, bumping against each other or just clasping and unclasping back and forth.

"So does this make us....?" She looked up at him.

"I mean, I would hope so. I was literally balls deep inside you while I declared my love for you. I would expect us to be official at this rate."

They both laughed softly at his answer.

"We should have been honest with each other a long time ago." She lamented not saying anything before.

"I'll say, I could have been making love to you a long time ago."

Y/N squealed when Yunho flipped her over, making her lie face down while pushing her legs apart.

"Y-Yunho! Already?" She couldn't stop blushing as she felt his dick poking at her ass.

"What can I say beautiful? You rile me up as if I was a teenager again." He had absolutely no shame as he began pushing inside her once again.

"But what if they hear us?" She pointed to the walls, knowing fully well her friends were probably already back in their rooms by now.

Yunho didn't seem to care as he fully shoved himself inside her folds and pressed open mouth kisses on the nape of her neck.

"Well then I hope they brought ear plugs."

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[xeo-kunsatan]

Beast Choices Chapter 3. Beast Blood

In the previous chapter...

Betrayus was reading a book about occultism but he noticed that Muriel haven't came back with the wood for the fireplace, he got Worried and left the cabin to look for her in the forest holding his flashlight.

Everything was dark and the singing of the owls were sounding around the forest.

Betrayus: M-Muriel!... Where are you?

Betrayus suddenly saw something strange in the woods.

Betrayus: Huh?...

???: Grrrrhh...

Betrayus: !!!!

Betrayus ran away from that place while the creature was chasing him but suddenly he tripped by a rock and fell down from a slightly short mountain leaving him unconscious for a moment.

After waking, he quickly get up but the creature was in front him, staring at him like a tasty prey.

Betrayus: *trembling* W-What are you?...*steps back*

???: Grrr

The creature ran to Betrayus but it suddenly stopped and recognized him like it had meet him before.

???: Betrayus...

Bradley: How do you know my name?..

???: Oh dang.. I am so sorry!..

Betrayus: W-wait... Muriel?.. is that y-y-you?

Muriel: Yes...*sighs* this is other thing.. I haven't told you before...

Betrayus: Muriel...

The moment was interrupted by a shot in the Air.

Hunter: it's a good night to hunt coyotes.

*shots a coyote which was walking by*

Muriel: Holy Shit!!... Ok.. Betrayus.. I know you are probably angry with me.. but... the most important thing to me is your safety.

Betrayus: What the-...

Muriel: *takes Betrayus in her arms and runs off*

Betrayus: OH FUUUCK!

Muriel started running away from the hunter taking a way to lost him so she can take Betrayus safely to the cabin.

Muriel: Damn it, he is getting closer!...

Betrayus: Don't stop Muriel, pls don't stop!

Muriel; I'm trying!..

Muriel makes her paws transform into cheetah paws making her run faster

Betrayus: Wow... You have a lot to explain me later Mury!..

Muriel: I'll do it later!.. I'll promise!.

Hunter: Do you think you can escape from me?

The Hunter manages to shot Muriel but fortunately it missed it leaving her a simple scratch.

Muriel: ARRGGHH!! *She stopped*

Betrayus: Muriel!!

Hunter: Wait.. is that another person!?..

Betrayus: You son of a Bitch *throws him a fire ball*

The Hunter started burning and yelling of pain.

Muriel:.. Tray Tray..

Betrayus: Yeaaah .. I also have another thing to tell you.. hehehe sorry..

Muriel: Dummy.

Muriel taked Betrayus and ran away from the scene to their cabin, when they where about to go to the cabin Muriel's left paw was trapped in a bear trap.

Muriel: AAAARGHH!!!

Betrayus: Muriel!.. oh no this is even worst..

Muriel:*sarcastic* you're helping me a lot...

Betrayus: Sorry sorry!... *Opens slowly the trap to flee her paw*

Muriel: ouch ouch.. this..*she transforms into her normal form to then faints*..

Betrayus: Muriel No!!...*sighs* well at least we are close to the cabin..

Betrayus covered a naked Muriel with a jacket he was wearing and carries her to take her to the cabin.

Betrayus: We are back Yuū... Uhhhh.?..

Yuū:*changes channel* °\\\\°

Betrayus:.......*leaves with Muriel*..

Betrayus have taked Muriel to the bathroom to bath her to attend and clean her wounds

Muriel: *wakes up* B-b-betrayus?

Betrayus: Mury!..*hugs her carefully to not hurt her*... You're awake, you had me so worried..

Muriel: *Sighs* I'm so sorry... That makes me act like an animal..

Betrayus: what's exactly "that"?

Muriel: I dunno how to call it.. Uhh Animal Metamorphosis?... Uhh Shapeshifter Beast?

Betrayus: How does it work?

Muriel: In general I can transform myself or some parts of my body to animal parts but just if I touched, watched and remembered so well certain animals of certain races, my principal transformation is the awful beast you saw before.

Betrayus: Honestly you were cute and Fluffy in that form.

Muriel:*chuckles* stop Jocking~

Betrayus: Seriously hehehe~, and what animals you can transform?.

Muriel: Well if I can remember, an Arctic Wolf, a Cheetah, a Polar bear, Emperor penguin, Arctic hare, Arctic Owl, Arctic Fox, Deer, octopus, and a Raccoon.

Betrayus: Wow, Mury your power is so awesome!

Muriel: Heh really?

Betrayus: Yeah!

Muriel: and what about you? You're in fire

Betrayus: Well it's nothing, I just can create fire, it was so difficult for me with this power and my family.

Muriel: Same old dude.

B&M: Always we had to find a place to practice for myself...!!! *Both Chuckled*

Betrayus: Hehehe Even in this we have in common

Muriel: Yeah, hehehe what a coincidence

Betrayus: Hahahah, a really sweet coincidence~...*kisses her neck*

Muriel: Ohh~ Tray Tray~

Betrayus:*Hugs her* Don't worry me like that Mury... Please.. you're so important for me

Muriel: i'll promise, you're important for me too..

Both started kissing and... Not gonna write this in this family friendly post heheh.

The Next Morning.

Betrayus: *yawn* Morning Mury~ *kisses her forehead*

Muriel: Hehe~... Morning my sunlight..*holds the letter from her Dad*

Betrayus: oh so you finally will read it?

Muriel: Yeah, after all this is years without seeing him nor even know anything of him, I miss him, and at having this letter and money means that he didn't wanted to hurt me and that he miss me.

Betrayus: I see, so what does the letter says?

Muriel: Well...*Starts reading*

"Muriel... I send this money for you

So you can keep yourself..

I really sorry for all the things I said to you.. how i treated you.. because of something that.. it actually wasn't your fault....

I was completely blind by the remorse and the pain by losing your mother, in all this time I figured out how stupid I was at treating one of your mother's Treasures she left for me... You and your Sisters.

It's too late, it's okay if you never forgive for that.. but all I want.. is that at least you're okay... I love you

And I will always love you.

-Marlos Plizetxki."

Some tears appeared from Muriel's eyes.

Betrayus: Mury!.. you're okay?

Muriel: *sniff*...*sighs* Yeah... It's an apology of him.... I can't be really mad at him, even when that doesn't justified the fact he treated me as a freak since my childhood, it's no use to have remorse against him.. that Grumpy Boomer.

Betrayus:*sighs* Mury *hugs her*

Muriel: even when I was treated as a shit, I make a plan to leave my house, I studied too hard to finally leave them with my basic studies finished... Also finding out what was my purpose..I used to help out my old classmates with their problems because that made me forget my problems.. that's how I found out my purpose.....you know why am I lucky?

Betrayus: for what.

Muriel: Because I meet you, my Number 1 patient *boops him*

Betrayus: Heheh Muriel.. I am lucky too at meeting you.... I love you Muriel~

Muriel: and I love you too~

Both kissed on lips but suddenly Betrayus Tickled her.

Muriel: H-Hey Hehehe stop.

Betrayus: What? You don't like it..

Muriel: No-oh *steps back*

Betrayus: ohohoh so you wanna play like that? I'm gonna Catch you!

Muriel: Nuu!! *runs off*

They started playing tag you're it.

The vacations have ended for them,

It was time to go home, Muriel and Betrayus packed up to then Roxy taked them to the airport.

It was time to say goodbye.

Muriel: that were the best vacations we had, even more having you as our guide.

Roxy: it was a honor, *gives them a paper with her number* in case you need me when you came here, I'll be there.

Betrayus: Roxy thank you for everything

Roxy: you're welcome, Mis amigos.

During the travel.

Muriel: I will miss that beautiful place..

Betrayus: Me too ....*fall asleeps on her*

Muriel: *smiles and cuddles with him as well to Sleep*

Betrayus and Muriel left PacMexico completely happy by their adventures to then return to Pacopolis.

How much this can evolve?

Nobody knows.. for now.

Extra

Muriel: Hey Tray Tray, can you turn on this fireplace?

Betrayus: Sure, *uses his fire to turn on the fireplace*

Muriel; Ohh~ much better, did anyone told you that your power is beautiful?

Betrayus: *sniff* You're the first person who says me that *hugs her* Hmm~

Muriel: Aww don't cry my pogchamp~

Betrayus: can you transform into a Rabbit?

Muriel: Sure *transforms into a Arctic Hare*

Betrayus:*holds her and scratches her ears* Awww you're so cute~

Muriel: Hmm~ please continue~ *Bunny Purr*

Yuū: hmp..*jealous*

[radiorenjun]

I Don't Need It. i

• Pairing: Na Jaemin x Reader

• Genre: Angst, Comedy, Fluff

• Na Jaemin despised the idea of soulmates, he wanted to fight against fate for choosing his soulmate for him. Even if it means his stubborn childhood best friend wouldn't stop trying to make him accept about the similar tattoos on their wrists.

• Masterlist here!

• Chapters: i, ii

"Hey Jaemin?" you said, not looking up from your bucket filled with sand. "Yeah?" your friend replied, sitting down infront of you, sand moving everywhere from the impact. You flipped the bucket over, tapping it with your palms and the end of the plastic shovel.

"Do you think my soulmate is just gonna be like Daddy?" you asked, creating sand walls with your palm as Jaemin set up mini towers beside the bucket with his little cup. "Soulmate? Gross," his face scrunched up in disgust, sticking his tongue out which caused you to giggle.

"You're gonna have one, too, dummy!" your hands grabbed one of your stuffed animals and throwing it at him. "Yeah, but I don't wanna." he pouted, grabbing the shovel beside you to fill another bucket with the sand around you, putting your stuffed animal aside.

"Why not?"

"Cause it's stupid."

"It's not stupid!"

You look up at him with a pout, looking at Jaemin who's eyes was filled with anger. "Why?" you asked, pulling your bucket to reveal a perfectly made sand castle. "It's stupid how we can't choose our soulmates." he whined.

"Why?" you asked again, in the same calm tone as you decorated your sandcastle with tiny figurines of your latest favorite cartoon. "I want to choose myself." he ran his hand through the sand, picking a pile up with his palm before letting it pour out in between his fingers.

"I want to choose my soulmate." he stated after a sigh, looking at you with his lips sucked in between his teeth as you gave him a sweet understanding smile. "Dont you, Y/n?" he asked, making you look up at him with a small questioning hum.

"Don't you wanna choose your soulmate, too?" he asked. "Me?" you asked, pointing a finger at yourself, making him nod. You grabbed your tigger plushie and hugged it to yourself, "I want to. So bad. Mommy says soulmates are the ones that make you happy, and would protect you when Mommy and Daddy aren't around. And would always be with you forever and ever," you gushed.

You paused as you hugged your plushie tight, "I would do anything to meet my soulmate." you sighed dreamily. "I think Tigger might be your soulmate," Jaemin teased. "I wish." you stuck your tongue and blew a raspberry teasingly at him, making him laugh.

"But Mommy says Tigger can't have a tattoo when he's 16 years old." you whined, looking at your plushie with your lips pursed. "See! This is why I don't want a soulmate." Jaemin huffed, raising his arms out at you before crossing them against his chest dramatically.

"I thought you said you want to choose your soulmate," you smiled, nuzzling your head against Tigger. Jaemin frowned, kicking some sand off the soles of his shoes, "That too." he grumbled under his breath.

"Even if your soulmate was me?" you asked teasingly, poking your cheek with your hand to act cute. The boy let out a giggle, throwing your plushie that was previously thrown at him to you. "Especially you!"

His words made you frown, your bottom lip sticking out. "Meanie! Na Jaemin is a meanie!" you whined before looking at your Tigger plush. "Tigger, Jaemin is a big meanie. He's not my soulmate. My soulmate would make me happy, not be mean to me." You announced dramatically as Jaemin stuck his tongue out with a teasing smile.

"For now, you're my soulmate, Tigger! Tigger makes me happy all the time!" you grinned widely as Jaemin laughed. "Tigger can't be your soulmate, y/n!!" he laughed, clutching his stomach at your weird antics.

"Yes he can! And he's a better soulmate than you'll ever be, Jaemin! Soulmates make each other happy all the time, not be mean to them!" you turned your head away from Jaemin dramatically, making Jaemin snort.

You were six years old when you found out Jaemin didn't want a soulmate. At least, a soulmate that was chosen for him. You didn't think he was serious, thinking it was merely just a phase that he would eventually get over and accept reality.

You were thirteen years old when you're beginning to think otherwise.

"Jaemin!!" you exclaimed, running up to him and hopping as you lay your hands on his shoulders, startling the boy. "How's my favorite bestfriend?" you grinned, tilting your head as you watch Jaemin chuckle softly at you.

"Im your only bestfriend, loser." he stated casually causing your smile to drop. "Damn, do you always have to ruin my mood? That is no way to speak to your precious best friend." you tutted, waving your index finger at him, making the boy giggle as he rolled his eyes.

"It's my job as a bestfriend to turn your life upside-down right?" he grinned as he shut his locker, walking by your side to your class. "Yeah, you're definitely not my soulmate." you stated in a monotone voice, your lips pursed dramatically.

"Could you stop talking bout soulmates for just a second?" he groaned loudly, tilting his head back in frustration. You grinned, "right, I forgot your sister found hers already. Must suck to hear how everyone in your family isn't single no more." you teased.

"Oh shut up, you're single too. Idiot." he sassed, gently flicking your forehead which caused you to let out a small yelp. "Yeah, yeah, yeah." you pouted, rubbing the slightly sore spot on your forehead as you continued to walk down the crowded halls.

"You still on that 'I'll reject my soulmate when I meet them' phase?" you mumbled, "this phase feels like its gonna last a whole lifetime, God." you continued as Jaemin let out an exasperated sigh. "It's not a phase, Y/n." he stated.

You raised your brow questioningly at your best friend, "you sure you won't change your mind?" you asked. You saw him nod without meeting your eyes, determined to keep his word. "Alright, dang, I feel bad whoever gets to be your soulmate." you chuckled.

"You're still love struck bout finding them? You got three years left til you actually get your tattoo. What's the rush?" he grinned after a moment of silence. You raise your eyebrows, "there's no rush. I just." you sighed, looking down at your two feet, your shoelaces both tied to a tight knot.

"I really really want to meet them." you sucked in your lips, hearing Jaemin let out a chuckle. "No kidding, y/n." he joked which made you glare at him. "I'm serious." you said, looking into his eyes with full seriousness to prove to him that you're actually that hyped up.

"I really really want to meet them. " you spoke. "My parents always show so much love for each other and they just make the concept seem so exciting. My mom says meeting your soulmate makes you feel whole and you can't stop yourself from smiling when you're around them." you explained.

"It's something you don't understand." you grinned, booping his nose which caused him to let out a small laugh. "Yeah, because I'm mostly sick of seeing my folks being all lovey dovey infront of me. Now I have my sister doing it," he scrunches his face in disgust.

"No matter, soulmates make each other happy. I'm sure mine is no different." you rolled your eyes, "your soulmate would just spend the rest of their lives being rejected by your stubborn ass," you nudged his side, making him smile. "Oh shut up," he laughed.

"Have you done your homework, mister?" you raised your brow teasingly. His face contorted from disgust to shock, his eyes widening. "We have homework?"

On your sixteenth birthday, you couldn't be more excited. They say the moment you blow your candles, it will start to appear. Jaemin got his on his birthday since he was older, his frown evident everytime he looks at his wrist.

He would cover his mark up with a bracelet or a watch so he wouldn't have to look at it every moment of his life. 'He's still going strong with his distaste for soulmates, huh?' you thought as you stared at yourself at the mirror, preparing for your big day.

The people you love around you, your parents putting down your cake infront of you with candles in the shape of numbers brightly lit. Everyone clapping and singing a happy birthday song before ending it with you blowing your candles.

You felt the skin on your wrist fidget, looking down at your left wrist everyone came closer to see your tattoo. Ink began to appear on your skin, forming a familiar small red heart balloon flying in between two clouds, awing everyone in the room.

Your jaw dropped as your eyes widened at the mark. The ink had stopped appearing, leaving your wrist with a small odd feeling. Like a thin layered sticker sticking to your skin. You looked up at the people around you who gave you compliments at your mark.

Everyone was smiling and congratulating you, however, your parents and Jaemin's parents were'nt looking too bright at your mark. Jaemin was unconsciously holding onto his left wrist which was covered by his new watch.

"Dude, your tattoo looks so aesthetically pleasing."

"Your tattoo looks so cute, do you think you found your soulmate already?"

"I hope you find them soon!"

"Man, I can't wait til I'm 16. That shit looked amazing!"

"Wonder who your soulmate is"

Everyone's words blurred in your ears as your eyes subtly went to Jaemin who was talking to his friends in the corner with a drink in his hand. His eyes met yours before giving you a small half hearted smile. It wasn't genuine. You knew what he was going to say after this party was over.

You gazed at the mark on your left wrist, running your thumb over it gently. Your head deep in the clouds, ignoring the people around you.

"Hey." Jaemin mumbled awkwardly after the party ended, leaving your house empty with just you, Jaemin and both of your parents. "Hey," you replied, tugging the sleeves of your hoodie as you didn't know what to say to him.

"So. We're soulmates." he stated as if it wasn't the obvious. Your eyes went to his left wrist, seeing that he had taken his watch off, leaving the skin a bit red from how tight he put on the watch. The similar mark of a red heart balloon in between two clouds evident on his skin.

"I guess." you shrugged, hugging your pillow to your chest tightly, tightening your grip with every passing second. "Listen, I-" Jaemin spoke after a long excruciating moment of silence. He cut himself off with a deep inhale.

"You know how I feel bout soulmates more than anyone. And it still hasn't change. You know I don't want a soulmate, at least one that's chosen for me." he bit his lip nervously, eyes not meeting yours. You couldn't lie, it felt like a strong punch to your gut. "But, like," Jaemin scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, unsure of what to say. "I don't want to lose you, my best friend, because of this silly stupid mark."

You furrowed your brows. 'He's your soulmate. You're fated to be together. He'll accept the fact soon, right? He just needs a little convincing.' you bit your lip. You were stubborn and you know it. You're gonna change his mind even if it's the last thing you do.

"So, can we just put this behind us-" Jaemin spoke softly before you cut him off. "No," you said in a bold tone, making him look at you wide confused eyes, brows furrowed. "What?" he mumbled.

You look up at him with determined eyes and a bright smile. "I know this isn't going to be easy but I'm going to do whatever it takes to convince you that deep down I know you feel something for me. Why? Cause we're soul mates and sooner or later you're going to accept that!" you huffed dramatically.

Jaemin started at you in disbelief, "don't try to talk me out of this. I'm just as stubborn as you are! I'm not stopping til you accept me as your soulmate," you put your hands on your hips, standing up to push him out of the room. "Wait what, Y/n-" he started as he stumbled to the exit of your room.

"Now get out, starting tomorrow I'm going to convince you. Therefore, I'll be needing tons and tons of rest. Just you wait, Na Jaemin. L/N Y/N is going to work hard for this!" you stuck your tongue out before slamming the door shut. You heard him sigh from the other side of the door before walking away half a minute later.

You leaned your back against the door in exhaustion, sliding down to sit down on the floor. Your smile turning to a quick frown as you ran a hand through your hair in frustration. This is going to be tough.

[indies--blog]

INSECURE: Minsang

this one shot is based on some my personal experiences with body image.

pairing: mingi x yeosang

top: mingi

bottom: yeosang

word count: 1320

genre: slight angst, romance, fluff.

this is my first one shot, so i am very sorry if it's weird and there are grammatical errors. enjoy~!

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Yeosang looked himself in the mirror, pointing out all of the insecurities he would hide all the time around Mingi and the others. His eyes were puffy and red from crying for two hours.

Yeosang could not stand the man he was looking at. He wanted to change everything about him. His body, his face, his personality. Everything that Mingi shouldn't deal with. At least that is what his mind tell him all the time.

When he heard the car pull up, Yeosang quickly cleaned his face with a tissue and put on light makeup. The front door opened and closed, indicating that Mingi came home from work. He glanced at himself in the mirror one last time.

"I'll be okay. He won't notice. I know he won't," he mumbled to himself and walked out of the bathroom with a forced smile on his face.

'I just have to lie to Mingi and pretend I'm fine when I'm not.'

Mingi was setting up the kitchen table with food, plates, and kitchen utensils. The food was most likely bought from a local restaurant he and Yeosang always go to. His back was turned, and his eyebrows were slightly furrowed when concentrating. Even though he could not see it, Yeosang smiled fondly and walked over to Mingi. He wrapped his arms on his boyfriend's torso and nuzzled his head on his shoulder.

"Welcome home, Mingi," he softly spoke. "How was work?"

"Long and boring. A bit too long, but I'm happy to see you," Mingi replied, turning around and kissing Yeosang's forehead and lips. "I bought us dinner tonight. We have chicken, japchae, gimbap, mandu..."

Yeosang's mind went blank while Mingi pointed out the foods he bought. His stomach growled from the sweet and sour smell of the chicken, but his mind told him otherwise.

"Sounds delicious. I'm not hungry though. You can eat without me tonight, babe. I'm feeling a little tired," Yeosang excused, forgetting half of what Mingi had said. He secretly held his pants up to his waist as if he were adjusting them.

Not letting the excuse fly, Mingi gently grabbed Yeosang's hand and gazed into his eyes. Yeosang felt his stomach dropped. His hands were shaky and cold, and he knew he was going to be in trouble for not eating a lot today. But, summer was coming up, and he wanted that summer body Mingi would be proud to have. Yeosang just needed to drop a few more pounds, and he'll be a whole new man.

"Sangie, you haven't eaten anything since this morning and last night," Mingi stated. "Are you sick?"

"No. No, Mingi. I'm not sick."

"Well, if you're not sick, then take a bite of this chicken. I know you love chicken," Mingi offered, holding a piece in front of Yeosang.

His mouth watered from the smell of it, and his stomach growled louder. He chewed on his bottom lip, trying to maintain his composer. Yeosang gently shook his head and murmured, "No thank you."

Mingi quirked an eyebrow.

"That's not what you're stomach is telling me," he chuckled, inching the food closer to Yeosang's mouth. "Eat this, and I'll leave you alone."

Sighing in defeat, Yeosang swallowed hard and parted his lips open. He felt Mingi's thumb press his chin, and he dropped his jaw open for him. Yeosang bit down on the fried chicken, chewed it, and swallowed it.

"You want another bite, baby," Mingi asked. Yeosang nodded his head and repeated the process again and again till he was left with two chicken leg bones, an empty bowl from the japchae, and ate three mandus just from Mingi feeding him.

"Must've been that hungry, huh," Mingi said while Yeosang nodded and looked down at the floor ashamed of himself to starve and let his boyfriend worry about him all because of his insecurities.

'I shouldn't have ate that much. Mingi is going to think I'm fat and ugly. I didn't want him to know about this shit.'

The couple sat down on the couch after cleaning up the dishes and packing up the leftovers. Yeosang was sitting on Mingi's lap, his head resting on his shoulder while watching a movie. He was currently thinking if he should speak about how and why he has been himself. The confident and happy Yeosang Mingi has known since they first met.

He grabbed the remote and paused the movie.

"Aw man, this is our favorite part. We've always laughed on this part, Yeosang," Mingi complained then felt Yeosang's hands on his cheeks and turned his head to look at him.

"Mingi..."

"Yes, Yeosang?"

"D-Do... Do you think I'm... I-I'm..."

Yeosang sniffled quietly, tears threatening to spill from his eyes again. He smiled to not show any pain, but it was too late when he finally asked, "Do you think I'm ugly?"

Mingi's heart broke when he saw his boyfriend sobbing on his shoulder. He wiped his tears with his thumbs and shook his head.

"No, Yeosang. No, no, no. I don't think you're ugly at all. You're beautiful just the way you are," Mingi assured, noticing the makeup on his fingers and Yeosang's face. "Who told you were ugly, baby?"

Yeosang pouted and lowered his head in shame.

"I did. I thought you wanted someone thinner, taller, and prettier, so I started eating less and working out more to make you happy and achieve those things," he confessed, wiping his tears with the bottom of his shirt. "A-And I still end up looking the same with the awkward personality and body, and I don't —"

Mingi placed a finger on Yeosang's lips and shushed him.

"You don't need to change anything for me, Yeosang. I love you just the way you are," he soothed, opening the coffee table dresser and taking out makeup wipes in case Yeosang decides to sleep on the couch if he didn't feel like sleeping in the bedroom.

"Bubby, no. I don't wanna do this again," Yeosang whined, covering his face with his hands. "You know how I feel when you do that love yourself makeup thingie."

"Angel, we've been married for three years. I'll keep reminding you to love yourself like this even if you don't wanna hear it," Mingi reminded, causing a blush to appear on Yeosang's face and stop hiding his face.

Mingi took out a wipe and began wiping off the eyeliner and eyeshadow.

"First and foremost, I love your pretty brown eyes. They were the first thing I noticed when we met in college," Mingi complimented. "They always shine when you smile, you get excited over a date, or you just see me when coming home from work or waking up with you."

"Mingi, my eyes aren't —"

Yeosang stop and thought for a moment. He tuck a loose hair behind his ear and smiled shyly.

"Okay, I take that back. Maybe they are pretty, but you have pretty eyes too," he replied. "Are we done now?"

"Nope. We've just started. Let me see your forehead."

Yeosang pouted and pushed his bangs back. Mingi gently wiped his husband's forehead.

"Sometimes I can't help but give you forehead kisses everyday. You always liked them, so I won't stop kissing your forehead anytime soon."

He then kissed Yeosang's forehead and grabbed another wiped to clean his nose and cheeks. He made sure to boop his nose and softly pinch his cheeks before kissing his lips. Soon after, there was no sign of make up left on Yeosang's skin.

"Thanks for taking off my makeup, Mingi,"Yeosang spoke, handing his husband the remote. "You always know how to make me smile and feel confident about myself. I love you."

"Anything for you, baby. I love you too."

[thatonegayship]

EPIC ROAST BATTLE??? 😱🧐

Babe prepped, cooked and served a whole five-course meal with violins and a candelabra while dressed in a fancy suit pouring wine into my glass as I savor every bit of fucking flavor this has. Do I taste a hint of humor? A bit of romance? Character development of the slightest degree? Bravo, bravo, my compliments to the chef!

YOU BITCH!!!

You dirty, sneaky little gremlin, feeding me nibbles and crumbs like a pigeon, when you had this in your drafts! Am I but a worm to you? Do you have no respect for me, good sir??? SHAME!! SHAME ON YOU AND YOU AND ALWAYS YOU!!

I'm kissing the back of your hand for this one, it was such a fun fucking read?!!

First, that adorable moment between Dipper and Bill at the start 🥺 I can't describe the feeling, rereading it, with Bill digging up all the knowledge he has on hurting people, and actually using it to HELP someone. Oh you big dumb bozo, I see you, I see the way you slowly lowered Dipper's injured hand so-as not to hurt him. I know that goop took more to conjure up than your run if the mill bandaids. You're putting some elbow grease into this because you CARE, and I know you know that Dipper knows you know, but now there's even MORE evidence backing it up!! You simping fruit, you love your husband, you love him!!!

And don't think I don't see you over there, Dipper, resigning yourself to sitting in Bill's lap because he's clearly low on energy and he's about to stand up because YOU told him to, but now you need him to sit without outright saying "Hey you should sit because you're tired." That would just make him defensive. Look at you knowing your husband 😭 go ahead and act like you didn't like sitting on his lap when it's so clear you did.

Also idk why, but Dipper resting his hand on Bill's chest with that little "Tell me about it?🥺" Killed me. Fucking ripping me and chewing me and aaasrrrrrgggg roof dog mauling me like a stuffed animal until a bunch of cotton comes flying out of me and I die. Like that was a request, you're asking, you are actually, sincerely asking Bill upfront to let him in on what he learned, but if you think for one second him sitting on Bill's lap with that hand rested over his chest didn't edge the odds even slightly in his favor you a crazy, that was some harlot type shit. He scoots a bit closer and brushes Bill's hair back in place with a "Tell me more✨" because of gay, your honor.

I fucking love No Magic being so out there for Dipper that it's consider Sci-fi. He probably can't imagine 60% of the world functioning without it. Cars need magic where he's from??? Holy fuck, dude!!

Bill would sell his sappy triangular soul to get back to his husband before it was too late, but sadly Satan wasn't around. Only one who WAS there was Ford; thank your lucky fucking stars he wasn't in a SUPER gloat-y mood (I assume) after getting unfrozen, otherwise your ego would be in the gutters right now, you stinking punk. Whaaaat? Need help from your arch nemesis of all people?? You gonna beg?? Crawl?? Weep for mercy?? Pathetic. I bet you feel round, you freaking loser.

"He boops the tip of Bill’s nose.

Bill doesn’t quite start in place - but his head twitches back slightly, before trying to focus on the finger on his nose.

Dipper offers an awkward smile, and Bill snorts. He pushes Dipper’s hand down roughly, woken from his daze. His thumb strokes against the soft skin of Dipper’s wrist."

Oooh to be this fucking cute together

I lost my shit, I lost it, I lost it completely

The fucking awkward smile Dipper does 😭 he's not good at romance, but he can be so charming in his own adorable way!! How he's trying to help Bill without coddling him, and Bill reciprocates with this gentle gesture. It's not just domestic. It's vulnerable, first for Dipper to touch Bill in such a slight, intimate way, and then for Bill to return the touch with affection. It's rough, the shove down, but I like to think his thumb lingers long, it circles slowly, not sexually but thoughtfully, like it's better to process things when he's fidgeting with Dipper's wrist.

Yes yes yes

Ok ok so my reading comprehension is shit, we know this from previous reviews looking way too hard into things, or looking in the opposite direction, or just completely missing it with my camera lense and catching a bird instead, but I think I understand why Other Bill got his ass plopped in that dimension, and if so Dipper is Very Smart for catching on. Other Bill's looking for a change of scenery it seems, and he's wanting to find a place where things can be different (because he's ravaged with an emptiness that drives his need for real happiness oop-) only to get his ass sent to the Familiar Dimension, where things are different, but he's the same, so all he ends up doing is starting the same shit he did in the last dimension.

I assume he got his ass blasted there because the point was to make himself happy, and the ironic part is that he is happy in that dimension, but it's not himself-himself who's happy. Instead, it's good ol' bastard Bill who learned to love and apologize in order to keep a very special human by his side. Other Bill's stuck in the "Happily married" dimension, looking on in horror like Scrooge McDuck and the ghost of Christmas future. Did I get it right? Am I in the ball park? Am I at least on the same fuckin hemisphere with this guy?

Bill was so good in this update. Ooooh how he looks off into the distance, then down at his hands, then up at Dipper. Thinking thoughts in that brain of yours, aren't you you big dope >:3 Is that an existential crisis or just plain ol' self reflection and realization? Are you thinking about how you've changed because of Dipper in your life?? Do you remember how unhappy you were before?? How the source of your pain was yourself??? Hmm hmm? 🧐 Are you finally reflecting on all that self destructive shit that got you into this mess to begin with?? You angsty fucker.

"Looking at Dipper with another expression he hasn’t seen before. Pleased, but different, sort of."

God you can't just say that and not elaborate 😭 Is it fondness? Unbridled love seeping through all the smugness? Maybe tender want, or lust? What is this new expression we are seeing???!!!

“You’re the only being allowed to burrow under my flesh” is such a tender fucking line actually and I love the way Dipper speaks Bill's language, like that's right up his alley and he knows that. His husband's about to get into a massive fight and he needs all the hype he can get ❤️ love it

Screw Other Bill for barging in, btw. It's made up for by the very Serious performance he put on for Dipper. When I say that shit had me on the edge of my fucking seat, like I had to break away several times like oh no no no no I'm not ready for Genuine Concern Bill ooooh god why isn't he smiling why isn't he bastard-ing holy shit holy shit aaaaaaaah and the way Dipper clutches onto his arm like "yeah anything" sjsjwjsjsks SLAYED ME

Him not wanting Dipper to laugh makes soooo much sense now that I've read through the whole thing, but first time I read that line, the way my stomach dropped, like I knew I wasn't prepared for whatever he was about to do TOT and then the battle started revving up and I was like oh shit oh shit oh shit. Then the bills start talking and I'm like OH SHIT OH SHIT and Dipper interjects and I'm like OH NO OH GOD OH FUCK and then he fucking slam dunks on Other Bill's ego and I just OH SHIT OH FUCKING MOTHER OF SKSKSKSKKSKS OBLITERATED AND ASSENTED THE WAY BILL BURSTS OUT LAUGHING LIKE HE IS SO TAKEN ABACK BY HIS HUSBAND'S BALLS LIKE HE KNOWS OTHER BILL IS STUMPED BY THAT ONE

I live the way you describe the magical buildup between Bill and Other Bill. This light, shiny hot atmosphere that gives Dipper a splitting headache. I don't know why, but the mix of visuals and physical sensations really set the tone for the fight. Like there's tension the entire time and I love how that's reflected in the atmosphere.

If Bill really just sees Earth as an Engagement Gift 🥺 wait, no wait, hang on, hold on, wait, gimme a minute. Like in his eyes, him sparing earth was the same as giving it to Dipper, in his mind he literally gave Dipper the world, that is so cute. Sorry, I just needed to say that. It really stuck out to me when first reading over that line and going awwww 🥰 also loving the subtle way Bill keeps his back to Dipper while Other Bill circles them. Yeah, yeah, you keep your treasures safe you wonderful man, I love a d support you for that

I love your take on the Bill v Bill fight. I really did think I was just going to be an all-out brawl, WWE smackdown style and all that, but the way you went about it makes so much sense. First step to a fight against Bill, regardless of dimension, is a fight of the mind. They made so many digs at each other and the whole experience was honestly wonderful to read!! Like I had no idea how badly I needed to read these two being dumb asses for a good 6k until I finally got a whiff of the goods, now here I am, begging for more. You truly have ruined me for all times 😔

Other Bill was doing sooo well until he brought up those snuggles, something I'm sure Bill would've been defensive about were it not for the bdsm special. Like maybe he would've been all ha ha yuck, while his energy subtly boosts up, like a grumpy dog wagging his tail at being pet. You can't hide it, so just accept it dumb dumb

Demonic teddy bear is pure crack, you sir are deranged

Mwahahaha yes Bill >:3 taunt Other Bill with all the cuddles you're getting from this cute, feisty little guy. Literally deserves it after he slapped him like that 🙄 dude needs counseling. Ive said it once and I'll say it again, Bill openly calling Dipper stuff like "cute" in a genuine non-condescending way with people within ear shot is so important to me. Hell yes praise your husband in public, there's no shame admitting how much you adore his pouty face

The way that Dipper is subtly keeping Bill afloat through the whole thing is just- chef's kiss, chef's first girlfriend, chef losing his virginity and all the rest. He DOES NOT STAND Bill slander, that Domesticated comment was completely uncalled for and baseless. I love the explanation given there. How Bill only ever does good for Dipper because it makes him happy, the exact thing Other Bill can't seem to grasp. Maybe doing everything to satisfy you you you actually results in some pretty empty relationships 🤔🤔 hmm. In Other Bill's eye it has to be transactional, because he cannot wrap his head around doing things just because. His whole deal is. Ya know. Deals. It doesn't make sense for a Bill to do Dipper's bidding unless he's been turned into some glorified butler who gets laid once in a while. He doesn't understand the neutral ground they're standing on, regardless of power or status, and he doesn't see how Dipper reciprocates these acts in turn to get similar results: a happy spouse.

Ps I died reading Dipper say Bill has a nice smile bbhxhjcvj

That WHOOOOLE scene with Dipper being all "he wouldn't get it," followed by some pretty adorable banter- yes you are Bill's cute little mortal that is non-negotiable it's on the record no takesy backsies I'm already putting it in the book- and then Bill says he completely ruined his life 🥺😭😭 the cutest most loving thing I have ever heard, your honor. He means that shit from the bottom of his heart and what he means by it is that Dipper is his entire world, this marriage rocks, and he's never been happier. That kiss was just the cherry on top. Yes, give him a little swoon, flick a bit of tongue into it, lean him back so he has to steady himself by gripping onto your shirt, you fucking animals, I love you both

Other Bill just doesn't get it

OH MY GOD BILL HAS NO SHAME FOR EVERYTHING HE SAID AFTER THAT!!!! Y'all really would give up your dignity if it meant keeping Dipper and his dumb little town safe. The best part obviously being how Dipper later returns the gesture with an embarrassing story of his own (it's okay dude, he wasn't worth it anyways, you saved yourself for the demon of your marital nightmares) but goooood that whole thing was torture to read, pure second hand embarrassment, I would've divorced him on the spot smh 🤦‍♀️🤮 Dipper, you are a saint

God I'm never going to finish this review if I keep stopping to point out every little detail that I LOVE, just know I went crazy for the bubble scene (very nice callback to canon) and Other Bill getting his shit rocked was therapeutic as fuck. His stupid little ego shrunk to the size of a fucking dinner plate, dumb fuck get wrecked

Pop quiz? Is Bill:

A. Loved

B. Happy

C. Not alone

D. All of the above

Trick question it was Getting Laid, hell yes

Dipper suggesting they go to the shack and freak their relatives out with his true form is such a body positivity thing to do, love language ass bitch, who told you you could love purely and wholely and without flinching? Bitch

I love you and I love everything you make and I am pleased as punch happy as a clam completely proud of you you beautiful, beautiful beast

Here's the finale of Bill vs Bill! I hope you all enjoy, and thanks for reading! Parts One, Two, and Three are on their respective links.

Careful, this one's a long one!

Dipper flinches with a start. “Ow.” Then, wincing, trying to twist away. “Ow.” 

“Nice try.” Bill’s relentless in his pursuit, and far too close to avoid “You’re not getting away.” 

“It sucks.” Dipper leans back, as much as he’s able. 

Bill lifts an eyebrow, and two fingers full of goop. He wags them in Dipper’s vision. “I did not put in the effort to conjure this,” He hisses, “Just for you to complain.”

“What even is this?” Dipper tries to gesture upwards. The sling stops his hand. 

“Would you quit moving for a second?” Bill looks like he wants to smack Dipper’s hand again. He scrunches his face up as he pushes it, slowly, down. “Seriously, you’re a shitty patient.”

“Is this pus?” Dipper moves his head to the side as Bill tries to smear more weird goop on his face. “It smells terrible.” And stings, badly.

“You smell terrible,” Bill mutters, and wipes it on him anyway.

Far from his best retort. Hell, Dipper doesn’t have a good rejoinder, it’s so bad. He can’t help but note that Bill didn’t answer his question. 

Though he has to admit. As the yellow-greenish goop does its thing, his face feels a little better. Kind of cool, and soothing.

He settles down, and lets it happen.

Being the subject of Bill’s not-so-tender attentions isn’t new. Dipper’s had a couple of screwups, and Bill’s proven more than capable of stitching up a cut. ‘Gentle’ is the least accurate description of his care, but he’s efficient. A demon, bringing all his knowledge about messing up human anatomy to bear. Albeit in the reverse direction. 

Dipper flexes his fingers. He does feel better now that his wrist’s splinted, but it’s annoying only having one hand.

Bill patching him up is typical - but the arm sling is overkill. It’s in the typical black-and-yellow pattern., and Bill whipped it out of nowhere, in the same way he snapped his fingers and created face-goo out of the ether. 

And Bill being able to summon things out of literally thin air, including this paste of… whatever it is. 

That is new. 

Well. Not totally. Every trick in the book is Bill’s to play with, as long as they’re in the Mindscape, where he can summon up furniture, visions, sounds. Manipulating the very existence around him. 

They’re not in the Mindscape now.

Instead, they’re sitting across from each other in the forest. There’s birdsong - though that’s gone quiet - and carpet of pine needles. The sky has normal wind and typical clouds, and the trees only move like normal, woody plants.

Dipper shifts uncomfortably on a newly-manifested chair. Bill leaning forward on his own, face screwed up in concentration as he continues to plaster Dipper's face with presumably medicinal goo.

And it’s. Weird. 

Seeing Bill use his power in reality is like…  seeing a teacher out of the classroom. Or an old acquaintance, in a new town. Something known, yet distinctly out of place.

As Bill finally leans back, apparently satisfied, Dipper pats at his face to wipe it off. No use; apparently it’s already soaked in.  

Cool, an unknown substance. Absorbed into him. Dipper makes a face.

“Quit complaining.” This time Bill does smack Dipper’s hand down, though it’s the uninjured one. “It’s the best I can patch you up after that guy got his hands on you.” He glances, up and down. A brief smirk. “But hey! All your organs are still on the inside!”

Dipper smacks Bill back, but not hard. He’s not sure what to say.

After everything that happened, minutes ago - Dipper’s relieved that it wasn’t worse, irrational as that sounds. He knows how Bill is. What a Bill can do. He was almost getting comfortable again.

Bill making comments like that isn’t helping.

“I hate when some imbecile thinks he can mess up my stuff.” Bill casts a glance into the woods, eye narrowed. “Someone’s gonna pay for damages.”

Dipper doesn’t comment. There’s no point.

Arrogance, possessiveness. Wanting control. They’re universal parts of every Bill, and certain lines have been blatantly, offensively crossed.

A demonic confrontation is going to happen. And soon. 

While Bill having all his powers is weird - it’s not technically a problem. There’s a contract and everything. Powered or not, Bill has several major reasons not to try and snap reality’s spine over his knee. 

Not everyone has those hangups. 

Dipper sits up more, glancing over that arc of broken branches in the forest. Then around, at the daylit clearing. 

With Bill right next to him - his Bill - Dipper can’t tell where the Other one is. The signal from the bond is either too faint compared to the real deal, right next to him - or gone completely. He’s not the only Bill whose power has returned, and the Other one could be - 

“Right.“ Dipper surges to his feet, though Bill gives him a quizzical look. “Let’s get moving.”

Bill snags him by the waistband as he strides past, stopping Dipper in his tracks with a jolt. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“To find the other guy?” Dipper gives his husband a confused look. “Maybe you haven’t noticed, but there’s another Bill Cipher around, who just got like, all his abilities back?” He tries to wrest himself away, but his Bill’s strong, too. “We have to -”

“Yeah, yeah. One, you’re not going anywhere. “ Bill snorts, tugging him closer.  “And two - neither is that guy.” A smirk, sharp and pleased. “He doesn’t have a choice.”

Wait, that doesn’t - 

Dipper stops pulling. “What?”

“I told you that wasn’t a big deal, kid.” Bill gestures vaguely at the rift, dismissive. “Real tiny, y’know? We’re not talking a whole planet’s worth of reality warping. Not even a city. I’d say it’s about…” Bill snaps his fingers, and a small picture of the woods comes up, a semi-transparent map  - and he draws a long circle over the area. “This far.”

Dipper shuffles backwards to take a glance at it. 

The area Bill’s circled is… big, sort of. Larger than Dipper would like, but not anywhere near encompassing all of reality. 

One positive thing, at least. Other Bill won’t be overpowered, beyond a certain distance. Reality has a papercut, it’s not wounded enough to let him get away with anything-

Wait.

Dipper blinks, reeling on Bill. “What about you?”

Reality has rules, and while they’re not fully broken - Bill’s not in a body. Not physically existing; he’s in a strange shift of his true form. 

“I’d be outta here, so what? It’s not like you can’t get to the Mindscape.” Bill responds easily. Though at Dipper’s glare, he sighs, annoyed. “I’d like to get that body back. But hey, worse comes to worst,” He shrugs, nonchalant. “You can always make a new one!”

True, Dipper could. He’s done it before, on accident that first time - but it would be a pain. Mostly for Bill. 

So if he’s going to pretend that’s fine? Then fine! It’s totally fine. Nothing wrong at all.

Dipper moves on. “He could still wreak havoc in town.” He folds his arms - well, arm - over his chest. A few acts of arson are well within Other Bill’s limited capabilities. “If you can’t get out of here, then I should go.”

“You’re not getting out of my sight.” Bill snaps, annoyance plain. “And I don’t give a shit about your stupid town.” 

“But I do,” Dipper insists. Just because Bill doesn’t care doesn’t mean it’s not important. 

“Kid. Pine Tree. Sapling.” Bill runs a hand down his face. Frustration furrows his brow. “For once, this isn’t about you.”

Dipper gives his husband an offended look. He’s not being arrogant, he’s concerned - 

“Believe it or not,” Bill continues over the skepticism. He draws a finger back, and flicks something invisible along that broken arc in the treeline. “He’s not gonna break what you give a shit about.”

“Oh.” Dipper clears his throat, suddenly feeling weird and, and… Now, mostly awkward. “Okay.”

The Bills bickered a little when they met, sure. In a genuinely unfriendly way; Dipper could tell by how it was semi-friendly on the surface.

Until his Bill got angry.

Dipper knows demon culture, sort of. He can’t imagine being flicked away - like a bug - is anything short of a severe ‘fuck you’. 

With ‘insignificant’ implied, to boot.

After that insult, there’s no way Other Bill’s not furious. 

But Bill’s right. He’s not mad at mortals in general, or the town of Gravity Falls. Or even at Dipper himself. This time, unlike the other monsters they’ve faced, the fury of their opponent is focused directly on - 

Bill leans back, smug as anything. “I’m always right.” He tucks his arms behind his head, inordinately pleased. 

Guess being the target of a kind of… self-recrimination doesn’t bother him. Dipper’s not sure he’s ever experienced any. 

The incoming vengeance is going to be specifically targeted. One hundred percent for Bill, and focused on the things he does give a shit about.

Nervousness flutters in Dipper’s stomach. He rubs a thumb against the opposite index finger, and glances at Bill. 

Who hasn’t let go. His grip is tight on Dipper’s waistband. It hasn’t changed position, aside from not-so-subtlely pulling Dipper closer. 

Though his fingers have started sneaking underneath the second layer of fabric. 

“Is this really the time?”

“You’re practically dead on your feet, Pine Tree.” Bill tuts, releasing him with a wave. Only to start patting his lap invitingly. “Why not take a seat and relax?”

“Why don’t you get up?” 

“Why don’t-? Ugh.” Bill sticks his tongue out. “Yeah, yeah, just a sec.” He stretches his arms up, and behind, then lets them drop. He huffs out a breath, glaring into space.

Kind of strange. Even for Bill. 

He’s…. not being lazy, exactly. Not being reluctant, either. If it was either of those, he’d complain more before he moved to stand. Dipper frowns in thought. 

Something’s off. Something new.

Putting a finger on what that is takes a moment. 

It’s not that Bill’s in a bad mood. He’s bothered, but not to the point of being contrary. It’s not that he’s hurt either; he was in perfect shape before he shifted forms. The only thing of note is that he’s a little slower in his motions. Not just when he was handling Dipper, either; it's affecting his general movement.

When Bill stands, he braces himself on the arm of his chair. Not leaping to his feet. No bounce of pride, or bright exclamation. It’s like he’s low on -

Dipper darts a look towards the rift, and back again.

Energy.

Bill cracks something in his lower back, and makes a face.

Dipper’s seen Bill in a lot of states - angry, happy, frustrated, even emotionally drained - 

But he’s never seen him tired before.

“Uh. Actually, I could use a break.” Dipper coughs into his fist. He shifts from foot to foot. “And my leg kind of hurts. So-”

A second later, Dipper finds himself perched astride Bill’s lap as he beams with pride. Glad he could get his human right where he wanted him. 

Dipper resigns himself to it after a moment. He still glares.

Noticing something off about Bill was hard enough. That happened so fast he’s doubting if it was right. 

“See? Was that so hard?” Bill shakes his head at this foolish young mortal, patting Dipper on the side. “Ease up about it.” His arm wraps around Dipper’s waist. “He and I are just gonna chat!”

When Bill says ‘chat’, his actual meaning is, ‘enacting furious vengeance’. 

For shoving him out of his realm. For trying to steal said realm. Maybe even a little for what Other Bill did while he was here.

“Fine.” Dipper lets the good side of his face rest on Bill’s shoulder.  “I guess I can wait.”

One Bill, unable to use his infinite power, except in a small radius. One not able to exist outside it, since reality’s not broken enough to make space for his weird, triangular self.

It’s all going to go down here. 

A small clearing in the forest. Barely notable. It’s in the middle of nowhere, even for the woods in Gravity Falls. Hardly the place for a showdown.

At least they’re far enough away from anywhere populated, when things get…. Unpleasant. When Bill’s involved, that’s kind of an understatement, and this is, quite literally, two times worse.

Dipper shifts, somewhat awkward, in Bill’s lap. 

If he’s going to say something, it has to be before all of it starts. So he says it. 

“Should I even be here?”

“Of course!” Bill seems surprised he asked. He pats Dipper on the side, grinning wider. “Beating yourself up without an audience is just introspection.” 

That’s… 

Yep. Exactly how Bill would think of it. Likely he wants Dipper there to witness the beatdown, too. Showing off how ‘cool’ he is.

…That might not be too bad. 

Dipper thunks his head against Bill’s shoulder, and listens to him chuckle.

Bill’s chest moves as he breathes. A beat, somewhere underneath that solid flesh. A touch firmly running up Dipper’s thigh, then back down to the knee, prodding it cautiously in a couple places. Warm, and comforting. Dipper feels parts of his back loosen up; he didn’t realize how tense he was until he wasn’t.

It doesn’t feel like preparing for battle. Whatever shape that thing’s going to take. But. Like. Relaxing’s fine. Right? It’s… helping Bill somewhat recoup all that power he spent, before the inevitable.

They already have to wait, and besides. Dipper can’t escape now. He might as well enjoy it.

Bill lazily pets his hair, humming a pleased tune to himself. An urge to argue about it flickers in Dipper out of habit, but he’s not really feeling it. He could bring up the whole ‘tore a wound into reality’ thing, since it’s definitely an asshole move - But considering the alternative, it seems stupid to complain.

Dipper opens an eye. 

Though there is still a wound in the universe. 

The color of light is disconcerting. The space-non-space it seems to occupy, even more so. 

It’s also making the grass nearby crinkle up, turn into stone, and grow into increasingly disturbing shapes. Each individual blade, crafting its own sculpture.

“So, uh,” Dipper clears his throat. “About that.”

“Hm?” Bill glances over. Almost like he’d forgotten about it. He shrugs it off, amused. “Boy, are you worried! Easy, kid, reality’ll heal up just fine.” He thinks for a second, then admits. “Mostly fine.”

Slightly ominous - so barely dangerous, as far as Bill-stuff goes. 

Not really what Dipper was asking, either.

“No, I mean - What’s it like?” At Bill’s raised eyebrow, Dipper gestures towards the rift. “Over there.”

A whole other dimension. An entirely different reality. 

“Wondered when you’d start on that. Took you long enough.” Bill nudges Dipper under the chin. “I knew you couldn’t leave a mystery hanging.”

Dipper slugs him in the shoulder with his good arm, and Bill starts laughing.

Of course he’s asking. Getting more information is key to solving this…. Bill situation. Billuation, Mabel would probably call it. There are many practical reasons to ask. Sating some curiosity is…

Okay. Also why he’s asking. 

Really, anyone would. Most people just don’t get the opportunity. 

“Shut up.” The words don’t have any heat behind them. Dipper lets his palm rest on Bill’s chest, feeling it shake with his laughter. “Tell me about it?”

Bill hums for a second, as he pretends to consider the request. Another prompting swat makes him grin.

“Eh, besides the renovations the other guy did? Not much to say about the place.” Bill makes a ‘pfft’ sound. Genuinely looking unimpressed. “Pretty bog-standard semi-parallel, no magic, with some epigoni on the basic alternate template. Real low variation outside of the-”

“Hold on a second.” Dipper interrupts. He sits up, bracing himself with the palm on Bill’s chest. “No magic?” 

“Mh,” Bill makes a face, and kind of ‘iffy’ gesture. “Maybe a few pockets here and there, but otherwise? Total dead zone.” He sticks out his tongue, blowing a raspberry. “I gotta hand it to the other guy, he did that place a favor! One hell of a dull dimension.”

Dipper just. Stares at him for a moment.

A magicless world is something straight out of a sci-fi novel, and Bill talks about it like it’s boring.

But Bill truly does think it’s mundane. Of all the worlds he’s seen in his eternal life, that one barely registers on his weirdness scale.

Goddamn it. Infinite beings are spoiled as hell for information.

So. Maybe Dipper scoots a little closer in Bill’s lap. If he strokes some of Bill’s hair back into place, it’s for convincing’s sake. “Tell me more.”

And Bill perks up, as he always does when Dipper shows interest in an obscure topic.

“Alright, alright.” He’s pleased now, though he tries to hide it. “Since you insist!”

Like he wasn’t waiting for a chance to ramble on and on about the damn thing anyway. Dipper settles down to listen.

Bill can go on, and on, and on about almost any topic. Right now, he seems pleased enough to have an attentive mortal in his lap, and to lecture about how much magicless worlds are sucky, boring, and shit.

The Bill of that universe mentioned parts of it, involuntarily. Nothing he gave away mentioned the lack of magic, or even a quarter of the things that Bill’s talking about.

Like how if it’s a parallel dimension, then there are things in common. 

Like how there’s a Bill in each place. 

Bill’s still rambling onward - something about how cars work without magic - while he conveniently avoids any topic that might be critically important.

Dipper starts frowning. 

And there’s a Gravity Falls in each place, too. Because Other Bill wasn’t surprised about where he ended up, only what it was like. 

And come to think of it, he called Dipper ‘Pine Tree’ too - then was surprised how different he was from -

Dipper smacks a hand over Bill’s mouth. Suddenly alert.

Bill stops in his ramble, blinking in surprise. He starts to speak, but Dipper pats his palm over his face in rapid taps, so he can’t grab on and lick it.

Same things. Different places.

And some of the same people.

Oh god, there's another Dipper somewhere, and that'd be weird enough - But it gets even weirder.

Dipper was already pretty sure that Bill couldn’t create that dimensional rift on his own. Even Other Bill couldn’t do things himself, he mentioned that it would take a native, and the person Other Bill thought was great at dimensions was -

“Ford?” Dipper lets his hand drop, meeting Bill’s eye. “Really?” 

Bill blinks. A beat of hesitation - “Sure, there’s a Ford!” He shrugs, grinning again. “But I thought you’d wanna hear more about-”

“Oh, we’ll get to that later.” Dipper insists. If Bill didn’t mention Other Dipper, he’s not sure he wants to know - but this, he has to ask.  “You worked with Other Ford?”

 Bill tilts his head back, eye shut. Mouth shut, too, like he’s tasted something unpleasant.

Oh shit. Dipper’s right.

“You,” Bill states, rubbing his eye. “Have an unerring knack for finding the parts I don’t wanna reminisce on, and going right for the gut.” He peeks at Dipper wryly. “It’s almost sadistic.”

Another distraction. Dipper moves on without pause. “How did that work?” 

He can’t imagine they’re on better terms there. Marriage to a nephew is a far cry from an apocalypse. 

“Wasn’t that hard.” Bill shrugs. Slightly annoyed from being found out.  “When I found the guy, he was a sentient statue being used as a hood ornament.” He smirks. Probably thinking about how great that was - then flicks his fingers, dismissing the idea. “But when you re-fleshify someone, they get a lot more amiable!”

That kind of tracks. 

If Other Ford is anything like his Ford, that might win some favor. But a Bill is still a Bill, and Ford’s not exactly thrilled with him at the best of times.

“And I may have added a bribe,” Bill adds, seeing the skepticism. “‘Enemy of my enemy might as well do my bidding’, y’know? That guy coulda spent decades trying to get revenge - and he'd still fail.” Bill rests a hand on his chest, smirking with pride. “Whereas I am plenty capable of handing someone their own exoskeleton.”

“Okay, yeah.” Dipper can’t argue with that.. “I see how that worked.”

An enemy. One that’s almost impossible to destroy. Impossible to prevent. Impossible to do anything to, no matter how hard you try. You really could spend decades on it and get nowhere. Something both Fords have in common.

But meeting an equally powerful being, one who’s just as furious at him as you are? 

This Bill might be an asshole, but he’s not the same asshole. Ford’s practical enough to work with that.

Throw in the de-statuing - whatever that entails - and convincing Other Ford must have been a relative cakewalk. 

Likely there were other problems, and complications. But hell knows Bill’s not going to cop to them, so. Dipper will save that mystery for later.

“In any case, the whole thing went pretty quick once I hijacked the other me’s setup.” Bill glances off into the woods with annoyance. “He’d had this little plan in the works for a while.”

Eternal. Immortal. How long is a ‘while’ for a Bill? 

Dipper shuffles in place. “That’s disturbing.”

“Nah, that’s normal! I might not have a lotta long term things going on at the moment,” Bill gives Dipper an amused look. “But I’ve had a pretty weird time recently.” 

Dipper feels his face warm at the indirect compliment. He smacks his husband, just gently, on the cheek.

A compliment - and a distraction, too. Bill might be happy to provide Dipper with surface information, but he doesn’t like him prying into the deeper bits. 

There’s more going on here. Something deep under the surface of this convoluted, fucked up switch.

Because Other Bill did this for a reason.

A lot of things are ‘easy’ when you have a lot of power, but a universal switch is normally ‘impossible’. In that it comes with an almost impossible price tag. One that could be paid, by someone like Bill - but one he couldn’t avoid, either. Hauling that amount of metaphysical weight anywhere has a toll, simply due to its heft.

Other Bill didn’t do this on a whim, and he didn’t do it without a cost. 

He had to build an entire setup of some kind; a spell or a mechanism to give him the leverage to manage. Putting in thought, and power, and… whatever the triangle equivalent of sweat is. This switching bullshit isn’t simple for any being, anywhere.

And a Bill wouldn’t put in real effort unless it came with real results. 

“A long term plan for…” Dipper rolls his hand, trying to urge Bill on. No response is forthcoming. “What did he want?”

Bill shrugs. He’s still looking into the woods. “I got an idea of what he was after, sure.” 

Dipper waits, but there’s not a followup. “And what was that?”

“I checked the specifics myself. Every bit of that magic..” Bill looks nonchalant, in that way that means he’s bothered. He’s not smiling so much. “It shoulda worked. ”

“So…  it didn’t?” Dipper prompts.

Bill, typically unhelpful, hasn’t directly answered the question. He merely shrugs.

After a moment, he hasn’t added anything either, so Dipper keeps guessing. “Was it about, uh.” He smiles, super awkwardly. The word’s so rarely said it feels strange. “Us?”

“Pfft, no chance!” Bill waves that off, smile rising again. “Didn’t know about our situation, for one. And hey, even before I showed up, he wasn’t having a good time!” He grins for a second, before his contemplative look returns. “Weird that he hasn’t backed off, though.”

“Wow.” Dipper says. Imagine that, a Bill Cipher being stubborn. “What a surprise.”

“Exactly! Meeting you shoulda been hint number one that things had gone pear-shaped.” Bill crosses his arms over his chest. “If I tried changing universes and ended up hitched to some random being,” He jerks his thumb over his shoulder, grimacing. “I’d cut my losses and bail, first thing.”

“Well, yeah, you’re…” Married, Dipper was about to say. Smarter, he’s tempted to say. But - 

“Wait.” Dipper pulls himself out of Bill’s lap, standing up straight.

Realization hits him like a bolt in the chest, and he glances at his husband. 

His husband, which is a whole other level of - 

Dipper stands still, and stares. Even though Bill’s giving him a weird look. “You’re different.”

“Two roads diverged, and all, yeah.” Bill’s not impressed, he waves it off. “But that wasn’t so far down the path, as these things go.”

Not so far down it, but pretty far away from each other. 

Bills pretend that they can’t make mistakes. That their judgment is perfect.

His Bill has had to say otherwise. Multiple times, in fact. 

Compromise is what they built their marriage on, mistakes are how they met. In this universe, Bill Cipher can’t always have things his way. He complains about it, he struggles with it, and it’s an uphill battle - But he’s clever, and resourceful, and he’s learned a few new tricks to cope. 

Over time, his Bill’s gained a mild tolerance to fucking up.

One time he even admitted he did, directly. Dipper keeps that image, melted as it is, close to his heart.

Any other Bill, though… 

“It’s not that it didn’t work.” Dipper speaks up, and watches Bill tilt his head, curious - “It’s that it couldn’t work.” 

Bill sits upright, attention caught - and Dipper starts pacing, mind working fast. He knows Bill, and he has the clues, he just has to put them together-

Right. 

“It’s all about differences.” Dipper almost smacks a hand against his other one before thinking better of it. “He told me he was after novelty, but the first thing he did when he got here was exactly what he did in his dimension.” He waves over the woods. “Just… Come in, take over, and have fun.” 

“Not seeing the problem-”

“But that’s just it.” Dipper insists. Bill blinks at him. “It’s the same thing.” He snaps his fingers a couple times, looking for a metaphor. “Like… he’s going to different restaurants, but ordering the same dish every time.” 

Bill smiles, smacking his knee. “Ha! Trying the same thing, and expecting different results.” He tilts his head in acknowledgment. ”That is one of the definitions of insanity.”

“Exactly!” Dipper smiles, and throws one arm out. “He set all of this up because he wanted something different.” He clenches his fist. That’s it,  the ‘why’ at the core of it - and its intrinsic flaw. “But things can’t change until he does.” 

Bill nods, once. Without interrupting, which means Dipper has a good point. 

Dipper puffs his chest out a bit in pride. He is smart, Bill likes that; he figured out why the plan failed without even knowing what it was.

“He could go anywhere, and still never get what he wanted. ’No matter where you go, there you are’.” Dipper quotes, and shrugs. Self-reflection isn't any Bill's thing, but still. He shakes his head. “No wonder he’s not happy.”

“Hm.” Bill agrees. Looking off into the distance, eye unfocused. 

For a while, actually. 

“Uh.” Dipper shuffles a bit closer. “Bill?”

Bill doesn’t seem to hear him. He remains eerily, discomfitingly silent. He gets up from his seat, brushing himself off with a frown. Not that he has anything on him; it’s a gesture made just to make one.

Whatever he’s struggling with on this topic, it’s giving him considerable trouble. Dipper’s rarely seen him this discomfited. Bill’s face twitches, he looks at the ground. Then at his own hands, clenching and unclenching them. 

Then he looks up at Dipper, slightly unfocused. Typically Bill’s quick to recover, but this time something’s shaken him. His mind isn’t settled.

Dipper checks to make sure no being is around to see this. 

He boops the tip of Bill’s nose.

Bill doesn’t quite start in place - but his head twitches back slightly, before trying to focus on the finger on his nose.

Dipper offers an awkward smile, and Bill snorts. He pushes Dipper’s hand down roughly, woken from his daze. His thumb strokes against the soft skin of Dipper’s wrist.

And he grins, wide.

“Now that’s the mind I manipulated into matrimony!” Bill hauls Dipper close, in an overly dramatic sweep that makes Dipper startle. “You’re right on the money!” 

“I was?” Dipper’s heart is racing. Mostly from the sudden movement. He clutches at Bill’s shirt. “I mean, I am.” He totally is.

“Mh-hm.” Bill presses an overly wet kiss to Dipper’s forehead, the jerk. “It doesn’t matter how well you craft the plan when your premise is flawed!”

Dipper wipes his forehead with the back of his hand. A bit of spit on his skin is nothing, he guesses. Not when Bill thinks he’s smart, and that marrying him was great, and….  

Anyway, it’s oddly comforting.

Bill pulls back, rubbing his hands together. No longer distracted, and wearing a bright, delighted look.

“That guy’s plan was perfectly constructed. In that it went off as exactly as well as it coulda.” Bill raises an imperious finger, wagging it in the air. “There was just one problem.” 

Dipper knows a prompt when he hears one. “Which is…?”

“Ahem.” Bill clears his throat, chest puffing out with pride. He winks. “That there is no world where that guy, as he is, gets what he wants!”

What? If there isn’t one -  “Then why is he here?”

“Because there isn’t one!” Bill looks amused now. Like they accidentally had the wrong mail delivered, instead of an infinitely powerful demon. “We got caught in an ‘ironic wish fulfillment’ gig.”

Ironic… what?

“Don’t give me that look, sapling. Irony is one of the main universal forces.” Bill grins even wider as an idea strikes him. “Looks like I got some stuff to introduce you to later.”

Whatever that entails. Part of Dipper was aware that Bill’s business trips weren’t exactly…. Earthly. So far he hasn’t joined his husband any, but it could be…

“Yeah.” Dipper scoots a little closer. “I guess we should.” 

Fine. Because it’s interesting. Because it’s bizarre, and scary, and fascinating. Dipper can’t resist the chance. 

“I knew you couldn’t resist.” Bill’s smug again, so self-satisfied.

“Maybe,” Dipper hedges. He has to add a rebuttal, Bill can’t win - so he swats his demon on the thigh. “Maybe I just want you to make up for missing date night.” 

Bill grins, and pats Dipper’s butt. “Oh, you’ll see.” His eye narrows. “You’ll see.” He’s amused, he’s annoyed, he’s…

Looking at Dipper with another expression he hasn’t seen before. Pleased, but different, sort of.

There’s a loud ‘fwump’ noise; the sound of a burst of flame. Both of them turn. 

And another. A crackling sound, as well as a bright, blue light in the woods. A tree topples over. Then another, hitting another - and several pine trees fall in a line like dominoes.

Dipper sinks back, shoulders rising. Bill turns towards the treeline with a disgusted glare.

Right. They have another problem.

A very close problem. 

Damn it, there should have been more time. Better even if Other Bill weren’t around at all. But he is, and it’s something they can’t ignore. Even with Bill’s absurd amount of magical power.

Hell, it’s because of Bill’s absurd amount of magic. There’s another being, exactly like him, and neither of them are stoppable by any conventional means. 

Dipper’s seen some demons duke it out, but never on this level. He’s not sure how-

“Ease up.” Bill winks, though his smile is fading. “I got a plan.”

Dipper gives that a Look. 

Most of Bill’s plans are smart, but they aren’t always successful. He’s only not arguing the point because he doesn’t have one himself. 

“Listen. If things get nasty-” And if Bill’s using that word, he really means ‘horrific’ - he squeezes Dipper’s upper arms, tight. “I need you to do me a favor.”

“Okay.” Dipper meets Bill’s eye, and takes a breath.

The absence of a smile is unnerving on its own. This time, Bill’s eerily sincere.

“No, listen.” Bill’s new expression, again, though Dipper can identify it now - Genuine concern. “No games, no messing around. You do what I tell ya.”

“I-” Dipper grips onto Bill’s arm. “Yeah, of course.” This is bad, things are going to be so bad. “Anything.”

This isn’t like an average monster. This is the same monster, equally as powerful, just as clever, and the exact same level of vicious. If not more so. 

This one doesn’t have a reason to hold back.

Bill shuts his eye. He breathes in slowly through his nose, then out again. When he opens it again, his face is stern, and he speaks through clenched teeth -  

“Don’t. Laugh.”

…What?

“I, yeah. Okay.” Dipper glances around. No, he can’t see any catch. “I promise.” 

And because Bill’s face is all scrunched up- 

“Yes, even if it’s really funny.” Dipper adds. Not that he can imagine what would be funny. He squeezes Bill’s arm, trying to make it seem not-reassuring, even though it totally is. “I want him to suffer just as much as you do.” 

Bill relaxes from a full-body tension. One Dipper didn’t notice until it left. 

“Sadism, that’s rare!” Bill tilts his head to one side, eternal grin reoccurring.  “He musta really gotten under your skin.”

“You’re the only being allowed to burrow under my flesh.” Grotesque, perhaps, but it does the job. Bill’s grin turns the slightest bit fonder, and Dipper matches it.  “I know you’ll ruin his next few millennia.”

The grin grows, wild and white. Bill pulls Dipper in until their chests are nearly flush, only broken by Dipper’s stupid sling blocking the way. 

There’s a horrible rending crack as a tree falls to one side of the clearing - where it’s neatly bisected by the rift itself, and promptly catches on fire. 

Bill stocks out his tongue, annoyed. “Oh, great.” He releases Dipper to set his hands on his hips. “Couldn’t wait, huh?”

Dipper follows his gaze, and sucks in a breath through his teeth.

Other Bill’s disheveled - the trip through the treeline hasn’t done his clothing any favors - with a thin line of blood trickling down his forehead. The ground around him is cracked and floating, the trees shifting into strange shapes warped by magic. 

As Dipper watches, the crazed lunatic grin spreads across his face. Other Bill slicks back his messed hair, and tilts his head at Dipper. A nod. And acknowledgement. Holding something of a promise. 

Dipper grabs onto the back of Bill’s shirt. Maybe a little too hard; the fabric twists under his fingers, sliding in between his knuckles.

An arm slides around his waist. 

When Dipper looks up, Bill’s still grinning. And he winks.

“Bill!” He exclaims, throwing his arms out in ‘delighted’ greeting, even as smoke from Other Bill’s path starts rising above the treeline. “How was your trip!”

“Not bad, really! I’ve had worse.” Other Bill wipes his forehead clean with two fingers. His face betrays none of the seething anger from moments ago, as his eye darts up and down. Starting to smirk. “How was playing nursemaid to the meatbag?”

The window between the jab and Bill’s response is barely a flicker, momentary. Bill’s lips part before even Dipper could come up with a retort-

And Other Bill continues. “Thousands of millenia of anatomical knowledge. Taking people apart and seeing how they tick - and you use it to kiss some boo-boos better.” He snorts. “So that’s how you ended up.”

Bill’s eye twitches - he pulls in a breath.

“I know you’re not proud of it. Yet here you are - smooching some scabs.” Other Bill stalks forward, tutting in shame. Barely a moment, and he’s already going for the throat, with that too-familiar slasher smile. “How does a Bill end up like that?”

Dipper glances at his husband’s face. 

Bill takes a long, dignified second to adjust his shirt collar. Like what Other Bill said was beneath him.

Obviously he’s not displaying it, but Bill’s not having a great time here. Not anticipating the instant response, and one hair slower from what he pulled earlier. His ego’s taken a hit and it’s rallying - but not rapidly.

Dipper waits for another second, in that awful silence. Mind racing.

And Bill…. Hasn’t said it was wrong.. 

Shit. Of course he hasn’t, it wouldn’t work. 

Dipper’s… honestly surprised he hadn’t considered it before. Back when this was still a theoretical showdown.

Both Bills are all about thoughts, true experts at reading people. Seeing through some baseless protest is so easy it’s downright laughable, and they’re different versions of the exact same being. 

Arguing with yourself… only means your opponent knows everything about you.

Including parts you wish they didn’t. 

Lying won’t work. Denial’s off the table. Going on the defensive just means a vulnerability, and there’s more there to poke at than either of them would admit. 

Bill’s shut his eye again. Breathing in, and already coming up with a plan. Not going great, either, by the frown on his face.

Other Bill’s not only quicker than Dipper - he can tell what Bill’s thinking, while he’s thinking it - and he has zero reasons to play fair. 

Dipper steps forward. Bill jerks in surprise, glancing at him.

“Yeah, well,” He hesitates a moment - nearby, Bill swears, though he says nothing - then Dipper charges rhetorically in, reckless. “At least he’s getting kisses.” 

“Not that rare a commodity, from what I can tell!.” Other Bill’s eye flickers over him, that internal confidence thick and bubbling up like tar. He spreads his arms. “You’re handing them out everywhere!” 

Dipper flinches. Shit. Bad idea. 

There’s a scab on his lip, an odd tugging feel when he talks. Next to him Bill’s expression doesn’t change one iota, but Dipper’s face burns with shame, and - and where the hell does Other Bill get off saying that, anyway, the two of them look exactly the same - 

“Gotta say, the one upside to this visit,” Other Bill sets hand on his hips. Smug, eye trailing over Dipper. “Is that I learned-”

“What, a new way to horrify people?” Dipper interrupts, and it catches Other Bill off guard. Not used to being talked over, there’s no snap response. “That was the worst kiss of my life.”

Other Bill splutters. Words form, then fumble. His shoulders rise. 

And next to Dipper, Bill bursts out laughing. A deep, thrilled sound, he even claps Dipper on the back, several times.. 

Wow, Other Bill… really didn’t have a retort on hand. With that typical Bill arrogance, he must have honestly thought he was doing great.

“Aw, c’mon sapling. Go easy on the amateur!” Bill purrs. His ego’s been bolstered, and now his voice drips with false sympathy. “I’m sure he tried his best.”

What works for one Bill works for another, and one of the few things that really gets to Bill - is being treated like an idiot.

Or worse, condescended to.

Other Bill stands still. Fists clenched by his side, teeth gritted and twitching.

There’s a rising pressure in the air. Like water flooding into the clearing, but invisible. 

For a moment Dipper feels almost weightless - then his ears’s aren’t ringing, though it feels like they should be. He rubs at the side of his head.

“This isn’t over.” Other Bill speaks in a slow growl.. He raises a fist, glowing with flame. “Until I’ve ruined your entire eon.”

“Hey!” Bill stands to attention. Setting his fists on his hips. “That’s my line!”

Dipper feels a shudder inside. A weird mix of nausea and lightness. He almost takes a step back, tightening his grip on Bill’s shirt.

For any magician, feeling their magic is like being aware of their own breathing. Unconscious, and automatic, like being able to tell when their balance is off, and they’re about to fall. Dipper didn’t have much of his own - but he’s been inundated with Bill’s for ages; he barely notices it anymore. 

This magic surges up and over everything.

The magical weather just turned from ‘barely-notice-you’re-outside’ to a high-pressure chamber. In a thunderstorm. Like turbulence in a plane,  or standing in waist deep water, threatening to pull him under. Definitely watching lightning strike in the distance.

It used to be in the background. Now Dipper’s having trouble noticing anything else.

Bill’s magic might not harm him, but the sheer amount being tossed around is starting to give him a headache. 

It’s also making the air shine in a weird way, like there are tiny mirrors around. The physical temperature’s risen by several degrees, but Dipper’s not sure if that’s why he’s begun to sweat.

“Might as well ‘kiss’ your dimension goodbye.” Other Bill drops in finger quotes, grin spreading like rot on his face - “This crapsack place might not be very fun, but since you’re not using it,” He shrugs. “Someone might as well!”

“This is my realm.” Bill takes a firm step forward, and the ground shakes. “Sure, it might need a renovation, or two! And yeah, it’s got its downsides.The mortals are boring and uncowed. Stanford Pines is still alive,” He frowns, counting them on his fingers, sticking out his tongue. “Not nearly enough natural disasters, and-”

Dipper elbows Bill in the side. 

“But it’s Pine Tree’s engagement gift, so it’s gotta stay intact for a sec.” Bill finishes without missing a beat. His sharp teeth are bared in something only vaguely like a smile. “I’m gonna be the guy to break the place.”

For once, Bill’s massive ego has an upside. 

Conquering this dimension is on his list of things to do. Not now, but later. It’s not like he’d mind a huge interdimensional disruption - if anything it’d advance his plans. Any other day, he’d raise an eyebrow. Roll his eyes at Dipper if he mentioned the problem, even shrug it off and ignore it. 

But not if it means letting someone else win.

“There’s a lot of stuff you screwed up when you pulled off this switch” Bill wiggles his eyebrows, and rests a self-important hand on his chest. “But the first was screwing with me.”

It even smells metallic now, like Bill’s magic. Dipper shakes his head. 

He can sense the difference between the two, if he really really concentrates on it. Bill’s magic is one tiny, minute shade off from Other Bill’s, two color swatches that would look identical in different lighting. If they weren’t shoving right against each other, it’d be impossible to tell.

The place where they push together is nearly visible. Extremely detectable, to Dipper, and it’s. 

Teetering. Not much, maybe by a half-degree. Then another, before it stabilizes, the barest fraction not in the direction Dipper would like it to go - 

Dipper doesn’t turn his head. But he does glance, briefly, to his side. 

There’s a very, very faint sheen of sweat on Bill’s temple. He strokes his hair back casually, a nothing gesture.

With dawning unease, Dipper realizes it’s not perfectly equal. 

Not less than an hour after making a ‘papercut’.

“Oh, no.” Other Bill’s voice drips with sarcasm. “The Bill who’s off playing house with some unwashed mortal twink.” He cups his cheeks in mock horror. “I’m quaking in my boots here.”

“Oh yeah? Three years of total control over a realm! And you fizzled out before you crossed the Atlantic.” Bill strides forward. “Some threat you are.”

Other Bill’s grin looks forced for a moment, as he regains his own self-center. “Compared to what? The most backwards, soft-shelled-”

“Fantastic kisser-”

“Which is only wiggling some meat around.”

Bill clicks his tongue, adding finger guns and a wink. “Spoken like an amateur.”

Dipper watches the insults, coming faster now. Then faster yet. 

Within seconds they’re almost overlapping each other, batting back and forth like a game of table tennis. 

The air is hot enough that the sweating is definitely physical in nature, and when Dipper glances upward - even the sky is turning a weird orangey-yellow. The air feels thick with magic, like things are in slow motion. 

Two magical heavyweights locked in place. Exerting their will. 

Near the clearing edge, one of the trees makes a ‘hmmpf’ sound, pulls up its bark like a skirt, and waggles away on its roots. Overhead, a flock of birds burst into flame. Their skeletons keep flying as if nothing happened. Dipper cringes. 

Two Bill Ciphers, right. Dipper guesses some weird magical side effects are to be expected. Thank hell he’s not affected.

Okay, the headache’s pretty bad. But it’s manageable. 

Whatever the two Bills are up to, it’s not visible. No flashy sparks flying, or laser beams, or whatever else.  All these things - the weight in Dipper’s head, the birds that just caught fire, and the second tree that has recently replanted itself upside down - they’re only side effects.

Dipper stands straighter, watching the back-and-forth with more intent. 

Now that he knows what he’s looking for, it’s obvious.

Two beings, perfectly matched. Exact duplicates. Offering insults, and challenges. Verbally sniping at each other instead of a physical fight, because punching each other wouldn’t make much of a difference.

That’s not where the real power lies.

Mindgames are Bill’s purview. Convincing people is his schtick. Getting the edge over his opponent is a matter of finding a weakness to exploit.

Call it… stubbornness. Morale. Sheer willpower.

The first ego to buckle here is the one that’s going to break. 

Other Bill tries to circle his Bill like a shark, and Bill deftly keeps stepping in the way. Not the best position, he should be more aggressive, but he’s keeping his back to Dipper and managing to look nonchalant about it. A good move, considering he has… stuff he gives a shit about. His facade hasn’t cracked in the slightest.

Bill’s on the backfoot, magically, but he’s braced himself and is holding strong. As long as nothing throws him off balance, Dipper can try and think of… Something. A way to tip the scales - 

“And what’s your next grand plan for married life, huh? Grocery shopping?” Other Bill stalks forward, smug enough that it makes Dipper want to hit him -  “Or laundry?”

Bill makes a ‘gnk’ sound, eye twitching and arms tense at his sides. The magic tilts another half-degree in the wrong direction - 

And Dipper winces. 

If he’d realized chore distribution was going to be something an alternate universe version of his husband could weaponize, he’d’ve….

Probably still made Bill wash the sheets. They were getting gross.

“And once you’ve finished doing the freakin’ dishes, maybe you’ll even,” Other Bill purses his lips, wrapping his arms around an invisible body. His voice drips so heavily with condensation it’s moist.  “Snuggle him at night.”

Oddly, there’s a shift. In the right direction. 

Dipper gives Bill a weird look as he perks up.

“Well,” Bill draws the word out, long. Rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “That part does make up for a lotta the rest.”

There’s a beat, then Other Bill scoffs - 

But no. Too little, too late. He’s not the only Bill who can read people. 

“Now I get it!” Bill snaps his fingers in realization, beaming. “That’s why you went for the face!” 

“It was-”

“Too feisty. Too cute. ” Bill continues over him. He tilts Dipper's chin up with one finger, and smirks. “Not at all yours.” He turns to Other Bill, smug as anything. Letting his finger trail down Dipper’s neck. “I bet you couldn’t stand looking at it, huh?”

A beat of silence. Other Bill grits his teeth.  

“But you couldn’t bring yourself to ruin it completely. Because if I know my Pine Tree - which I do! - Then I figure you got just a little, tiny, miniscule,” Bill pinches his fingers close together. A toothpick would barely fit. “Itty bitty taste of affection.” His grin is sharp as a razor, viciously pleased. “And that gave you ideas.”

What kinds of ideas, Dipper’s own mind is racing, unpleasantly so -

“Something cute and soft in your bed. A thing you can curl up with at night, and squeeze up against you.” Bill winks at his counterpart. “Been a while, hasn’t it?”

Other Bill recoils like he’s been shot, staggering back a half-step.

The alarming part is seeing his cheeks turn the faintest bit pink.

“And everything you imagined - it’s all true! This is a million times better than something inanimate!” Bill exclaims, shameless and thrilled, throwing his arms wide. “Those can’t hold you back.”

Oh god. 

Dipper stands very still. Eyes wide. 

The suspicion was almost a joking one, too ridiculous to be real, but holy shit the demonic teddy bear thing has…. precedent.

Other Bill grunts like he’s been struck in the stomach, tucking an arm over it.

Bill only chuckles, shaking his head. Wrapping his arms around Dipper, and pressing his cheek up against his hair. “So much for your daydreams.” And Dipper can hear how smug he is, dripping with possessiveness. “See where that got you?”

A long, chest-heaving moment. Other Bill gathers himself, calm again in face if not in mind… 

That’s. Not a good look. 

Dipper can’t identify this one either. He’s learning a lot he didn’t know. Things he didn’t know that he didn’t know. 

“Hell. I see where it got you.” Other Bill waves that off, shaking his head. He looks… strange. Not upset, or angry. Something else. “You’re domesticated.”

Bill’s grip on Dipper clamps down. Painfully tight. 

It takes him a moment. “What.”

 Dipper squirms, but. Bill’s genuinely tense. It takes a little more wriggling before Bill remembers the human he’s holding, and his arms drop back to his sides. 

“Domesticated.” Other Bill repeats. Standing straight now, and his lip curls up in a sneer. “Like an animal.”

Bill breathes in sharply.

Dipper waits for a second, but there’s no followup. 

“Hundreds of thousands of years! The power we built, the things we did for it -” Other Bill waves at them. Frustrated. Disgusted. “And this is how you end up.” 

The low growl rumbles, Dipper can feel it resonate through the chest, into his back. 

“I’m in charge. I'm a ruler. I’m the power behind the realm of minds, and I don’t take orders from anyone,” Other Bill declares, stalking forward and jabbing a thumb at his chest. “And you’re here, whinging at the beck and call of a mortal.” 

“That’s not-” Bill hisses through clenched teeth

“It’d be fine if you were disgusting! I get gross.” Other Bill flicks a finger at Bill, like he could send him over the treeline. Dismissing him. “But no. You’re just pathetic.”

Bill makes a low sound, deep in his throat. “That’s. Not. How it works.” His voice is ragged. 

Dipper doesn’t turn. He doesn't react.

He does feel the magic tilt at a dangerous angle, braced for the moment. He hunches over, shoulders turning inward. 

Crap, damn it, shit. This wasn’t supposed to go this way.

Bill’s still trying. Bill’s too stubborn not to. Bill's got a ton of knowledge and rhetoric to work with- 

But he can’t find a way to flip this in his favor.

Protesting isn’t getting him anywhere, either, and acting defensive is a terrible position to be in. 

Dipper pushes his back up against Bill’s chest, thoughts racing, fast.

Okay. How to flip this. Turn it around. Crap, what argument works, he should be good at this by now, he’s had plenty of practice.

Only….

Bill is domesticated. A little. Not much. At best he’s housebroken, in that he keeps his evil out of the Shack. Though he still knocks stuff off counters when he’s bored.

So it can’t be refuted. Not in a useful way, and not in a way either of them can think of, and that’s a major problem because it lets Other Bill talk about him like he’s some kind of… servant.

Which is just so wrong.

Dipper snorts.

Other Bill glances at him, out of the corner of his eye. Bill’s still tense, but he does the same.

Dipper shrugs, though he’s still smiling.

The truth is, Bill does what he wants, all the time. Pushing him into doing anything is like pulling teeth, and sometimes that includes things he actually enjoys.

Dipper can’t stop him. Hell, he doesn’t bother trying. Being frustrating and insane and terrible are all just… Bill things, he wouldn’t be himself if he did anything else.

Bill Cipher only does what he pleases. 

Sometimes, what pleases him is seeing Dipper happy, and he has to go out of his way a little.

And it works both ways. 

Bill can’t make Dipper do anything, not if he doesn’t want to already - But sometimes Dipper does stuff that Bill would like. Just on occasion. If he feels like it. Bill has a really nice smile, if you’re okay with it always looking a little sadistic. 

Other Bill’s different. A demon, unchanged, on whatever the closest to the straight and narrow is for a regular Bill.

It makes him an idiot. 

He can only think of a relationship as… transactional. Someone has to be in power, there has to be a winner at the end of it - or else what’s the point?

The idea that they might be using each other is the closest he’ll manage, and that still wouldn’t be right.

Dipper sighs, then. Letting out a long-held breath, and smiling.

“Don’t bother.” He takes Bill’s hand, interlacing their fingers. “He’s not gonna get it.”

Bill glances over at him. Frowning, still frustrated. But he doesn’t take his hand away.

Dipper tugs him a little closer, and shrugs. 

Arguing about this is going to be like trying to tell Mabel that boy bands aren’t cool, or Stan that money’s not important, or Ford about… A lot of stuff. Bill could flip it a million ways and it would still never land.

Bill purses his lips. The idea isn’t pleasant to him. He taps the ground with a foot for a moment. Then raises an eyebrow. He’s used to winning his arguments. Even with himself. 

Especially, perhaps, with himself.

Oh, for crying out - Dipper rolls his eyes, and elbows his idiot demon.

Even Bill took a while to understand what he was in for, and he likes it. The chances of Other Bill comprehending are next to nil. 

Bill breathes in slowly, annoyed. Tilting his head in begrudging acknowledgement. Even his arrogant ass can admit he’s stubborn, and this other version has no experience in the ways of mortal-handling. 

Other Bill speaks up, then. Tense, and suspicious. “What are you two doing?”

Nothing, really. Neither of them have spoken. 

Bill stands a little straighter. He meets Dipper’s eyes, and his own widens. Man, Other Bill really doesn’t get it, he’s missing the completely obvious.

Bill starts grinning, but Dipper jolts back in surprise.

Oh shit, they’re doing a couple thing. 

But then. They’ve known each other so long, and spent tons of it reading each other. Waiting for the moment to strike with an insult, or finding out a secret plan. Or just learning what the other didn’t want to talk about, which is. More often than not. 

Hell, It’s been two years. Maybe it’d be weirder if they couldn’t.

Dipper feels oddly self-conscious. He squeezes Bill’s hand a little harder, and it’s quickly returned. 

“Ah, forget this loser!” Bill dismisses his counterpart with a wave, reeling on Dipper with a bright smile. “Who’s my adorable little mortal?”

Dipper leans back a bit, annoyed. 

Then shuts his eyes. Steeling himself.

This is a contest of ego, Bill’s already wrung out, and he’s in a bad position. While he’s keeping up well, things aren’t going his way - and the last thing Dipper wants is for his Bill to lose. 

He knows he can help out, too. Make that ego balloon, turning all that arrogance useful for once, and all he has to do is say….

 “I am.” 

“That’s what I thought.” Bill slides in closer. Eternal grin expanding, one arm makes its way around Dipper’s waist. “Who’s all mine?” He purrs.

Dipper knows his face is red. If he’s making a fair attempt at crushing Bill’s hand, too, that’s just. Pre-revenge.

“I am.” He admits, and lets himself slump. It’s true, in a way. If you look at it from a bizarre, Bill-like perspective. 

“And who.” Bill slides his other arm around his waist. Dipper’s dragged in close enough to feel that unnatural heart. “Does everything I say-”

"Don’t push it.” 

Bill starts cackling, and Dipper gives him a shove out of pure habit. Not that it does anything - it never has - but it’s important that he makes his point. 

“You,” Bill says, shaking his head slowly. Almost wonderingly. There’s a pleased smirk on his face, he cups Dipper’s unharmed cheek. “Have completely ruined my life.”

Dipper knows he's smiling. Feeling a light, bright flutter in his chest. Leaning into that warm palm on his cheek, he rests a hand over Bill's. “I know.”

If Bill’s goal is to embarrass Dipper, he’s well on his way. Not unpleasantly so, it’s just - Other Bill’s right there, he can hear all of this-

“Don’t think you’re gonna get away with this,” Bill insists, trying for a glare and magnificently failing. “All this crap is entirely your fault.”

Dipper laughs. He knows he’s blushing. “Shut up.” He tugs Bill in by his collar, because he can’t just say things like that without expecting a retort. “Come here.”

Kissing Bill can’t get too enthusiastic, Dipper’s face still hurts and his lip has a scab, but it’s so, so nice. Gentle, as far as Bill-kisses go, and with a flicker of tongue. When Bill tilts him back a little, he goes with it.

Nearby, there’s the sound of dry heaving, and Dipper finds he doesn’t care. Fuck their audience. He’s a dick, anyway.

Bill draws back, planting another quick kiss on him. “Now that’s how an expert does it..” Another gagging noise - and Bill rolls his eye. “Jeez, someone’s dramatic.” 

“Alright, this is straight up unsalvageable.” Other Bill’s face is a perfect picture of fascinated revulsion. Like he’s watching a trainwreck, or a compelling yet horrifying internet video. He points at both Bill, and DIpper. “You’re both disgusting, and I hate you.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m getting to you.” Bill rolls his eye, huffing out a breath. He hauls Dipper upright again, patting his sides. “Wait here.”

Dipper steps back, and Bill strolls towards his counterpart. Other Bill throws his arms in the air, in a ‘finally’ gesture.

Dipper doesn’t reach out. He holds his hand by his side, feeling tense. 

Throwing Other Bill off and giving his Bill a morale boost are both positives -  but this isn’t exactly a stable situation.

Whatever Bill has planned, Dipper hopes it’s pretty goddamn good.

Bill takes a long, slow breath in. He slowly lets it outt. He brushes off the front of his suit, and rolls his head around in a circle, neck making unsettling noises, before he stands firm, and grins. 

“So the dog comes back on the orders of his master,” Other Bill purrs, leaning forward. He seems annoyed when Bill doesn’t flinch this time. “Whatcha got?”

“Oh, a couple things,” Bill says lightly. His grin goes insanely wide. Inhumanly wide, as he cracks his knuckles. “Let’s play hardball.”

Leaving Dipper behind is so casual that it almost seems intentional. Other Bill’s eye darts toward him, and Dipper stands very still, and very, very calm. 

This had better be a good plan. 

“So!” Bill claps his hands together, and grins. “Do you remember that one party in the southwest aphasia district?”

“Huh.” Other Bill cocks his head to the side in mild confusion. “Which one?”

“Oh, the last one we went to!” Bill strides forward, with a knowing smile. “The one where someone told us it was a costume gig, but when we showed up - Guess who’s the only one in an outfit!” 

The reaction is instant. Other Bill sucks in a breath, cringing back.

Bill lets out a low whistle. “Wearing that stupid getup all night. And trying to play it cool didn’t work either!” He clicks his tongue, shaking his head. “What a mess.”

“Yeah, great. We really needed that reminder.” Other Bill rubs at his eye. “So-”

“And that one body wash, too!” Bill snaps his fingers. “The one that promised it’d shine us up? Only it left all these,” He brushes his suit off, grimacing. “Grey smudges?”

This time, Other Bill winces. “Yeah, I know.” He widens his stance, almost defensively, and his teeth are bared. “What about it?”

“Whoo, man that was bad! People thought we were pyrite.” Bill strides forward, clapping a consoling hand on his opponent’s shoulder. “We took up that cloak, for like, two decades before it finally washed off!” He slashes a hand over his throat. “Not a good look.”

“Ugh.” Now Other Bill groans. He covers his eye - then turns on Bill, anger rising.  “What the hell is this about?”

Bill doesn’t answer. Only grips Other Bill’s shoulder tighter - 

And keeps talking.

Other Bill tries to talk over him, but Bill doesn’t stop. He never stops when he’s asked to. If anything it only encourages him, and the way Other Bill looks as he throws in other anecdotes? Adds plenty more motivation.

Dipper draws a sharp breath, and holds it.

None of these stories are ones he’s heard before. Absolutely zero of them are flattering, there’s a tension rising in the air that isn’t just magical - 

And come to think of it, Dipper really shouldn’t be here.

“And-”

“Augh!” Now Other Bill slaps him away, recoiling from Bill’s too-cozy grip. “Would you shut up?”

“Oh, here’s an old one!” Bill rambles on as if he hadn’t heard the objection, rubbing his hands together. “I don’t even remember the name of the club, y’know? But man do I remember what happened! We curried favor with them for ages.” He saunters closer. A slinking, predatory figure. “And do you remember what they said?

Other Bill goes very pale. And very quiet.

“They were still laughing when we stormed off.” Bill shakes his head, a wry smile on his face. “Cripes, we shoulda known, right? Like they’d ever let someone like us join.” He throws a companionable arm around Other Bill’s shoulders. And grins. “Boy did we feel stupid.”

Other Bill twitches, once. “Ha ha! Good one!” The laugh comes out tight, he slaps a hand over Bill’s mouth. Turning towards Dipper with a charming smile that’s brittle on the edges. “That didn’t happen.”

“Sure it did! We-”

Bill has to scramble for a second as Other Bill surges in

Dipper stops himself before he takes a step. It’s… fine. Probably. 

Hell, he’s wanted to throttle Bill himself a few times. Though he doesn’t think he’d put this much effort into it. 

Bill, for his part, doesn’t seem terribly bothered. Grinning unchanged. One of Other Bill’s wrists is caught in his grip, while the other hand clamps on his throat. “And another thing-”

Bill’s head bobbles back and forth as Other Bill shakes him. “What is wrong with you?”

Dipper should… probably do something? Maybe. No idea what he could do, at this point.

For the moment, Bill seems confident enough, while his counterpart’s off balance. But it’s bizarre. It’s insane. There’s no reason he would, or could ever admit any of this - 

Only.

Bill had a plan. For if things got ‘nasty’. 

A last-ditch contingency that he warned his mortal about, albeit indirectly. 

Dipper’s here precisely so he could listen to all of…. This stuff. 

Even if Bill hadn’t warned him, he wouldn’t laugh. All Dipper feels is stunned.

Part of him wants to think these stories are all made up - but they have to be true, or it wouldn’t have set Other Bill off. No kind of bullshit would send him into this kind of full-on rage. 

He’s swearing over Bill, or attempting to. Partly in English, but more in that strange demonic tongue.

And Bill clicks his tongue, makes a finger gun - and keeps talking.

By hearing this, Dipper’s in possession of a considerable amount of completely forbidden knowledge. Stuff nobody, ever, possibly in the multiverse knows - 

And that’s the point.

In the end, it’s all about ego. 

Introspection wouldn’t affect Other Bill. Another Bill knowing these things is natural, albeit annoying. Bringing these things up would suck, but it wouldn’t sting.

To really make the mortification sink in, you need an audience. 

Dipper’s again uncertain if he should be here. He rubs his other arm, shifting foot to foot. Admittedly he’s fascinated. Learning anything about Bill’s past is so rare he can’t even think of the last time it happened. 

An absolutely insane tactic, for any Bill. It’s his past too, yet he’s flinging it all out there. Seemingly unashamed.

There’s going to be a downside.

“The beret just did not suit us.” Bill clicks his tongue again, shaking his head. One outspread palm under a hovering picture of Bill, though a bit… different. Other Bill is trying to smack it down, but he dodges away. “Fashion disaster.” 

Then Bill turns towards Dipper, and winks. “What do you think?” Other Bill makes a strangled sound, gripping onto Bill’s jacket with alarm.

Dipper tilts his head. 

Yeah, the beret just looks weird on a triangle. He gestures a ‘so-so’ thing. “Doesn’t go with your shape.”

Bill shrugs it off easily. Amused acceptance. “Eh, whatever. They can’t all be winners!” 

Other Bill makes another choked sound. He’s gone entirely red, jaw clenched tight.

So has his eye. 

It’s focused on Dipper now, and as the grimace turns into a scowl, he surges up and forward. Viciously fast, arm extending outward -

Dipper reacts with a flinch, instinctively pulling for a shield. No time to finesse, just the first one that comes to mind, fuck, he’s here for a reason but he’s not immortal.

There’s a flash of light.

Dipper shuts his eyes against it, magic braced. Already knowing it won’t work.

Curtains closed. Show over. A dignity, wounded - but it’ll be restored, once nobody else knows any part of this.

Heat. 

Sound.

Bright, searing light makes Dipper see red behind his shut eyes. Loud crunching noises, strong wind, and a low-toned buzz, almost electronic, that rings in tandem with his eardrums.

He’s still standing, though, and he doesn’t think he’s being disintegrated. Or at least he can’t feel any of it, and -  wow, Dipper knew he was pulling pretty hard, but it didn’t feel like he put up a protection that good.

As the blast slows, and passes - the sound fading - he peeks an eye open. 

Okay. 

He didn’t.

Dipper slowly lets his arms, and his own shield drop. 

There’s a spherical barrier around him, barely visible except for the oil-slick iridescence. One that’s held up without any apparent effort. 

He can’t say so much for the ground around it. 

Other Bill was lightning-quick, and Dipper caught on just in time to put up some defense. Seeing him twitch gave enough warning that Dipper might have left his shoes behind, instead of being totally obliterated.

Bill was faster than both of them. Quick as a thought. 

Like he’d prepared for it.

Other Bill smacks his face, dragging his fingers down. “Are you kidding me?”

“Ah, ah, ah! You got your one mortal-beating chance.” Bill smacks the back of Other BIll’s head hard enough to make him stagger. His voice turns condescending. ”You couldn’t have projected that move any harder if it was friggin’ movie night.”

Other Bill clutches the back of his head, swearing again. One knee hits the ground.

Dipper stares at the inside of the bubble, opalescent and translucent around him. The surface swirls in little fractals. A delicate look belying some serious power. 

Other Bill’s breathing hard, his face twisted up. Hands buried in his hair, swearing at his failure. 

Unlike his counterpart, Bill’s still grinning. He buffs his nails on his shirt with a flourish.

“You’ve lost it, Bill!” Other Bill throws an arm out to the side, teeth bared. He glares up at his counterpart. “You’re burning down your entire relationship - and for what?” Chest heaving, eye alight, he makes a cutting motion. “You’ll end up with nothing.” 

“Pffft. Hardly!” Bill snorts, examining his nails. A slight, pleased smirk on his face. “Pine Tree’s not gonna love me any less.”

Other Bill’s jaw works. Protests form and die on his lips, he grimaces, looking at Dipper with anger. With disgust. With a full rolling boil of emotions - 

Including the slightest hint of… unease. 

Dipper had the right of it, earlier. 

Other Bill won’t get it. Can’t get it, because it’s too foreign, too emotional. Too weird. It’s truly outside of his comprehension, and to top it off - 

“I mean. He’s right.” Dipper admits with a shrug. Bill’s usually right, but not about this type of thing.  “Kind of more, actually.”

Dipper was expecting a protest, or at least a sharp retort. Another disgusted comment or something? Something, at least.

Dumping a cold bucket of water on Other Bill couldn’t have doused him faster.

Other Bill struggles for words. He searches Dipper’s face, eye darting around for something he doesn’t find. He drops down to his other knee. 

Besides him, Bill’s smile is filled with pure sadistic triumph. 

“So much for the swap plan, huh?” He leans an elbow on his opponent, bending over. “All that time spent setting this up. Looking for the right opportunity. And just when you think you got it-” Bill tuts, shaking his head. “Man. I almost hate to see another Bill fail!”

“You-” Other Bill’s clutching at his head. He shuts his eye, looking almost- pained? “It should have worked-”

“Yeah, yeah. Turns out it’s not one size fits all. We’re not entirely the same guy. Yours must look a little different, y’know?” A shrug, Bill looks oddly contemplative. Then he smirks, voice almost a purr. “And that means you couldn’t steal mine.” 

This would be a great time for Dipper to know what they’re talking about. But he doesn’t, not yet. He listens instead.

“Credit where it’s due - I don’t think most of us think to look for it, y’know?” Bill continues, “You were almost there!” And he spreads his arms wide, beaming. “And here I got what you want without even trying - and that just eats you up inside, don’t it?”

Other Bill sucks in a breath. Some of his ego has returned, he gets to on knee. “You’re lying.”

“Oh yeah? I’ll prove it!” Bill kneels down in front of him, elbow on his knee. “You wanna hear me say it?” The smile turns vicious. “Right to your face?

Other Bill flinches back - but he’s drawn in anyway.

And as Bill cups Other Bill’s face in his hands, it makes a mockery of gentleness. He leans in so his mouth almost against his enemy’s ear. Voice low, and smug. “I'm-” 

Dipper doesn’t hear the rest of the sentence. 

Maybe it’s too quiet. 

Maybe Bill didn’t get a chance to finish it, because Other Bill strikes like a snake.

Mostly, he just sees Other Bill surging upward to his feet, snapping sharp teeth at Bill’s face, splattering a little blood from one cheek, onto another. 

Bill leans back - snorts, amused - and knees him in the stomach. 

Okay. 

Now it’s a physical fight.

Dipper tries to move in - then hesitates. Breaking the bubble is probably a bad idea, he’s not going to overpower either of them - So. Great. He can help with the magic, a little, but not with this. 

It doesn’t last long.

Other Bill takes a swing at Bill’s face. It smacks into an upraised palm with an impact Dipper can hear even from where he’s standing.. 

Bill’s eternal grin turns downright vicious. Slowly tightening his grip around the fist, with a slight ‘crunch’. 

“Strong grip, huh?” Other Bill’s speaks through a pained grin. The next one collides with Bill’s stomach, and Bill winces briefly - then wags his eyebrows. Other Bill face falls, disgusted. “Oh, come on!”

While Other Bill had the magical advantage, he’s still in a human-ish body.

Meanwhile, Bill’s only shapeshifted into this form. There’s no real flesh to hit. 

“Y’know, I love a little banter. And even a little beating!” BIll proclaims, stepping forward. “But you messed with my stuff.” He takes another step. “So forget the struggle! Let’s get to the point.”

The magic that once seemed so overwhelming is - It’s something. 

Less pressure, warmer air. More metallic, a slight hint of ozone. Still very Bill-y in the whole… everywhere,  but now Dipper can’t sense any line where they meet.

“You-”

“Face to face.” Bill declares, and slams his arm into Other Bill’s chest.

Actually into his chest, without exiting. 

Dipper darts his eyes around, trying to see if it’s a trick of the light, or an angle, but. Uh. 

He was… kind of thinking he’d have to do some major body repairs, but now he’s not sure what’s going on. 

Bill hums to himself, head tilted. Rummaging around, as Other Bill makes ‘glrk’ and ‘urk’ sounds, limbs faintly twitching. Bill sticks his tongue out, eye nearly shut, like he’s fishing for something stuck under the couch.

“Aha!” And he draws back, triumphantly letting the body fall loose to the ground. Clasping his prize in both hands. “There you are!”

Holding up Other Bill. The real other Bill, golden and triangular and -

Oddly small? 

Only somewhat larger than a dinner plate, and Dipper knows Bill’s real form is a lot bigger than that. Though it does change size depending on how he’s - 

Crap, Dipper has to admit , again, that Bill actually knows what he’s doing. Even when his plans are insane. Maybe especially then.

He’s taken a huge chunk out that pride. It could only be more obvious if there were actual dents.

Other Bill pats his surface a few times, equally as surprised as Dipper at his sudden reemergence from the body. 

Then he starts tugging at Bill’s wrists, at his hand, a slap on his face - nothing happens. Other Bill kicks his legs, swearing and glaring utter fury at Bill. 

“Not feeling so ultimate now, are ya?” Bill taunts, shaking him back and forth.“What a shame.”

Other Bill swears, and strains. Tugging at Bill’s wrists, at his hand, a slap on his face - nothing happens.

“Fine. Fine!” Other Bill spits out the words like curses, glowing a deep red. “Keep your crummy realm, your crummier mortal, and wallow in your disgusting pit of - ah, what do I care? Screw you both.” Other Bill brushes his surface off, eye shut. He’s holding onto as much dignity as he can. “I’m outta here.”

“Ah, ah, ah!” As Other Bill tries to float away, Bill yanks him back sharply. His teeth are white and sharp as his smile.  “We’re not done here.”

The very air around them turns dark - a psychosomatic effect, huh, Ford probably could write a paper about it. Mind demon energy, and its effects on reality. 

An acrid smoke rises from beneath Bill’s fingertips, and Other Bill’s pupil narrows to a single point.

Dipper clears his throat, and turns away. 

God, he hopes Bill isn’t going to take his time with this. He’s never liked this part of his husband’s… hobbies, though it has been useful, on occasion. And Other Bill has been a total dick…

Dipper hums to himself, and tries to find something to occupy his attention.

Welp, he’s in… a bubble of some kind. Very interesting, magically. Also, prettier than he would have expected from Bill. Protective spells aren’t his typical thing.

Behind him, there’s shouts, and curses. Sounds of struggle, and high pitched laughter over thudding, clanging. A single, rubbery twang.

“Not the eye not the eye-” 

Right. Ignoring that. Not the first horrible noise he’s heard, and far from the last. Dipper presses a fingertip on the inside of the spherical shield around him, just gently, just to touch - 

And it pops instantly like a soap bubble, making him start.

Bill’s always had some weirdness to his magic, and it’s usually fascinating. This isn’t how Dipper thought a Bill-generated shield would work, but he has to admit it’s effective. Nigh impenetrable to outside forces, at the cost of being vulnerable from within.

Eventually, it’s quieter. There’s some humming, a couple of pats. Then the sound of something heavy being dragged. 

Dipper breathes out. About time; that was longer than he would have liked.

He turns.

Bill whistles a jaunty tune to himself, strolling towards the rift, hauling Other Bill behind him by one noodly black leg. It leaves a long trail through the dirt and grass.

Other Bill’s hand twitches, once or twice. Fingers leaving a weak trail behind him. Alive, somehow. Though his eyehole is an empty socket, and there’s more than a few dents. Dipper decides not to wonder where the hat went. 

Bill drops his counterpart’s leg, and cracks his knuckles. Standing right in front of the rift, he reaches out, digs his fingers in- 

Peeling the wound open like an orange. Or like a surgeon, exposing the beating heart inside a chest, and shit is it bright.

Dipper covers his eyes - he was not expecting that - and shit, he didn’t know Bill could do that. Is that what Other Bill was going to do earlier? Manipulate the wound?

“Hey morons!” Bill shouts. When Dipper manages to squint through the light, he sees him cupping his hands near his mouth. “You can take your second-rate Cipher back!”

With a quick jerk, he picks up Other Bill. Bouncing in one palm, one, then twice, he smiles - curls his wrist, and flings him into the rift like a frisbee.

There’s a long, distant-sounding shout. Some softer exclamations, too, but Bill’s voice rings out over them all. 

“Enjoy your crappy universe, loser! You can stew in that for as long as you like!” Bill sets his palms on either side of the hole, grinning wide. “And don’t come back.”

Dipper stares at his back. 

Bill Cipher is a dark, ominous outline against the light of the rift. A familiar silhouette.

And standing straight and proud. Even pleased. Shoulders squared, hands on his hips.

Given everything that he’s said today, Bill should be just as dimmed as his enemy. He knows that Dipper knows, and Dipper knows that Bill knows that he knows, and it doesn’t - 

Well. 

It’s not part of their mindgames. Is it.

Bill makes a gesture Dipper doesn’t know the meaning of; he only recognizes it as extremely rude - and he slams the opening shut. He brushes his hands off, smug and pleased.

“And that’s that.” He declares, with deep satisfaction. Flipping off the long thin line of the rift, one last time. “So long, sucker.”

Dipper shrugs, and heads over to his arrogant, demonic jerk. He nudges Bill on the side, just to watch him grin.

He knows a lot about this strange and insane being, and Dipper’s proud of his expertise. The time he’s spent studying him. The work he does to figure everything out. The way he understands Bill, more than anyone else.

Yet it’s still surprising when he discovers something new.

Dipper takes his husband’s hand in his own. Bill squeezes it back.

This time, Bill let him know about… all of it.

He trusted Dipper would understand.

“I always knew I was the best version of myself.” Bill watches the rift, and nodding to himself. “Though I gotta admit it’s nice to prove it.”

The rift still glows, in the same eerie light. Faded, slightly, an eggshell crack that seems less… bleedy? Maybe because it’s less lit up.

Healing takes a while, Dipper guesses.

He leans his head on Bill’s shoulder.

Mind filled with forbidden secrets, and embarrassments. The parts of the past you wish you could leave behind. The ways they could be used to break someone down. 

“One time, in middle school?” Dipper starts, and feels Bill perk up with curiosity. “Mabel found out who I had a crush on and would not shut up until I asked him out, and I got so nervous I threw up on his shirt.”

Bill starts laughing, head tilting back. He pulls Dipper a little closer. "Oh, I know.” Dipper feels a cheek rub up against his hair. “What a gross little nerd.”

Having a demon around is bizarre, illegal, and dangerous. At best you’ll survive it with most of your limbs. Most times you won’t make out alive. Only a complete madman would think they’d manage to handle meeting a demon, it’s perfect insanity.

So it’s a testament to how messed up they both are that Dipper wonders what he’d do without this one.

“So.” Dipper settles up against his husband, giving him a skeptical look. “What do you have that he doesn’t?”

“Hm?” Bill blinks, as if he wasn’t paying attention. Then he beams at Dipper, and winks. “Oh, I’m getting laid.”

This fucking liar.

It’s okay though. Dipper wasn’t expecting anything else. Part and parcel of dealing with a demon, who never, ever makes things simple. Who can’t admit anything, except to himself.

Dipper thinks he knows it anyway. 

“One tiny bit of time to get to play around with this planet, and it’s while you’re busted up.” Bill mutters. He's glaring around the clearing.  “And I’m in a space the size of a breadbox.” He makes a face, and sighs. “Guess it’ll have to wait for another day.”

Bill says it with resignation. Also like he’s doing Dipper a favor, somehow. 

Dipper pats him on the back with as much sarcasm as he can. Bill’s wiped out, the lying asshole. Having an equal opponent took a ton out of him. He has a few minutes of full power, but he can’t play around as much as he’d like.

Oh no. How horrible. 

“Back to the Shack, then.” And at Bill’s raised eyebrow, Dipper adds, “You have enough to go freak out Grunkle Stan.”

Stan hasn’t seen Bill’s real form - neither has Mabel - and this should occupy Bill’s time nicely before he’s sucked back into the Mindscape.

And if it pulls attention away from Dipper looking roughed up, well. He won’t complain.

“Conniving, clever - and just a little selfish.” Bill raises an eyebrow. He’s seen through Dipper as much as it goes the other way. Though he’s smiling, and it doesn’t have an edge to it. “I love the way you think, Pine Tree.”

Bill picks him up. Dipper doesn’t protest, for once. Tiredness is catching, and the evening is starting to set in. Bill bounces him a little, until Dipper starts glaring. 

“You’re really lucky, Bill.” He wraps his arm around Bill’s neck, setting his chin on his shoulder. “In no other universe would I let you do this.”

“‘Cause it’s the best universe, kid.” Bill lifts him a little higher, and grins. “There’s no place like home.”

[hejgyrus]

Cameron's First Time (p 1)

Pre-words: Ok just before we start... this is not legit, this is just the horny fantasy of a virgin fag (me!). Our story begins with Cameron (18 M) getting ready to go out on a date with his new boyfriend Ari (21 M).

//TL;DR to find fucking scene, do CTRL+F and type [FUCKING BOOKMARK]

Narrator: Tonight is Cameron's big night. His heart is flying all over the place as he prepares for his date with his new man he just met on the internet (this will end well, shut up). He has only seen pictures all over Instagram but he knows some things about Ari: he's ~6' 5", dirty blond, long-ass dreadlocks, works out, and tames horses. Cameron himself is: 5" 6', extremely white and red eye'd (he's somewhat albino, it's not obvious from a distance), 97 lb, white hair, and really smooth. For the past hour Cameron has been preparing for this event: choosing cloths, trying clear lipstick, regretting that choice, regretting that choice; and finally decided to just go for a cute messy look. A white button-down t-shirt, light grey shorts and some hair gel to make it seem as a bully gave him a nuggy. (he ended up going back on the lipstick).

Cameron: Fuck, shit, fuck, Fuck, FUCK!!!! Oh god, regret, regret! I'm not doing this, nope, nope, not today. I'll just... kill myself! Ya, that should be a good way out of this. No wait, science is too good for that, and Ari will find me dead.

*ding dong*

Cameron: I'M LEAVING, OUT THE FUCKING WINDOW! I CAN'T TAKE THIS.

*door knocking*

*Cameron walks towards door regretting*

Cameron: I'll just throw up on his shoes, that should make him leave.

*Open's door to a giant Manticore*

Cameron: Woh, Hi!

Ari: *snickers* wSup?

Cameron: (gently)Panicking, (fully)still alive

Ari: Ready to go?

Cameron: (NO!) Sure

Narrator: The two get into Ari's decent looking open cockpit jeep, and head off to an outdoor restaurant on the beach. When they arrived they saw a pretty fun place with a small main building and a field of beach couches surrounding picknick-like coffee tables, the sun was setting beautifully on the horizon. Cameron finally managed to compose himself.

Ari: This place is great, I worked here as a bartender while I was at school.

Cameron: Wow, what were you studying?

Ari: Veterinary practices.

Cameron: Ah

Narrator: The two sit at a "table" closer to the water, when a waitress comes over to to her job, you fill in the dialog.

Her:

Ari:

Her:

Cameron:

Her:

Cameron:

Narrator: Ari got a steak done cut up to be edible without leaning forward, and Cameron got a chicken salad, but the chicken is actually pork, it is a pork salad.

Ari: Aright, ya know what... I'm not good with dating...

Cameron: Oh don't worry, this is actually my first time.

Ari: Really! Then let's do the all the cliches, just for the lulz.

Cameron: Ok.

Ari: So tell me about yourself?

Cameron: Oh, god this is going to take a minute. I guess it all started when I was born.

Ari: ..

Cameron: I was born to a pair of Icelandic swingers who decided to elope to Israel, lying about being Jewish to get in free, who decided to fuck around and got stuck with me! I don't know much about them because the orphanage was incompetent for the most part, but they did tell me my mother was 7" 2'... I guess the Icelandic giant's gene.

Ari: Wait then why are you so short?

Cameron: There, actually, is a good reason for that! It's sad but good. Ok, so they left me at an orphanage... Now the Israelis are on the darker end of Caucasians, right? And the country is mostly a desert, so they didn't know my tolerance for sunlight, and decided to be conservative. I didn't really go out and play a lot. That didn't stunt my growth, but it did make me... smaller then the other kids.

Ari: How big did they get?

Cameron: Look at your arms and drop 3 inches

Ari: Oh

Cameron: So back to the house. *Narrator: Wow he opened up quick!* My first foster family was great, the dad was a high ranking military guy. The mother was very active in the community, her two sons were soo nice to me, always forcing me out of my shell and taking me out with their friends. Their friends, on the other hand, were not good people.

Ari: Y

Cameron: Well there's this word in Hebrew, "Arrsce"... It's a healthy mix of punk and bitch. They were that.

Ari: Where's this going...

Cameron: Well shit happened and they beat me up. Violently... comatose-ly. I lost 3 months of my life, and my Icelandic giant's gene.

Ari: Holy shit dude.

Cameron: Ya after that, and the media fire, technicalities happened and a US dignitary managed to "extradite" me to and keep me as his foster kid.

Ari: Lucky break?

Cameron: No he was pretty cold to me, and the rest of his family, but at 16 the state said I could leave the house and live somewhere else on their rent so long as I worked. And I did. I got an apartment over a subway where I still work.

Ari: Quite the life story.

Cameron: Ya I got use to my past.

Ari: But you can't accept that as normal, that was one of the saddest stories I heard in awhile.

Cameron: Too late.

Narrator: Ok I realize you have been waiting for the fucking, you fucking perv... I'll get to that soon...

Cameron: So what about you? You should have some stories.

Ari: Ahh well. My early life started off boring and bland from a broken family.

Cameron: Same!

Ari: He, sure... my life didn't really start until I got my first job a this little horse ranch. Well, like I said, bland and boring.

Cameron: You aren't boring, I love horses... at my size I need something under me to be my bitch (and it defiantly couldn't be you)

Narrator: The two continue to talk about meaningless drivvle to which I do not feel like writing out. If you have never been on a date, imagine a conversation... there ya go, that's what's happening. After a spectacular diner the two proceed to take a nice calm walk on the beach, now going dark.

Cameron: This is a day I won't forget for a long time, thanks for this luv.

Ari: Why dose it have to end? Ya know I have a whole tent and camping shit just lying around in my car, we could just camp out on the beach for the night.

Cameron: I don't know, I don't usually sleep with a guy I just met.

Ari: You've never dated.

Cameron: Point, let's do it!

Ari: Great, take this flashlight and start collecting fire wood, I'll go get the jeep... it's gonna take me about 10 minutes.

Cameron: *sarcastically* I miss you already.

Ari: Bye *kisses Cameron on the lips lightly, like they've been together for years*

Cameron: I... Iiii.. wut

Ari: *with slight regret* I'll be back *Leaves running*

Cameron: Wait I just let this guy leave me alone on a beach at night! He kissed me! How do I know he won't run away. Wait I just had my first kiss! *turns on this tiny pocket sized flashlight that lights up the entire rock face of the cliff the beach sits on* Wouw... I don't know how shallow he is but I'd come back for this flashlight.

Narrator: Cameron collects whatever scrap wood he could find, growing a large pile by the time Ari came back following the immensely powerful vibrator sized flashlight as a beacon.

Ari: Aright! Let's see what we got here...

Cameron: You kissed me.

Ari: Lemme just get started on this fire first.

Cameron: Is this how first times go?

Ari: *fiddling with matches* You mean me not thinking before I act, sure why not.

Cameron: Are we just going to forget that

Ari: *looks him in the eye awkwardly* Yes *Boops Cameron on his snoot*

Cameron: Ahowkey I'll just unpack the tent.

Ari: Oh its one of those spring loaded type deals, just pull off the straps and it will explode.

*Pulls off straps and out pops a giant tent*

Cameron: Oh!

Narrator: Now with the fire blazing and crackling because of moisture, the tent exploded out and tied in place with an inflatable mattress inside (No Ari isn't a creep who just caries around a fuck tent, and it isn't a fuck tent). The two just sit around staring off at the black horizon talking about some deep shit.

Cameron: I was beaten a lot.

Ari: Why

Cameron: Governor Shit-ass was for corporal punishment

Ari: What the cold American family

Cameron: Yup

Ari: You wanna talk about it.

Cameron: No.

Ari: What did they do.

Cameron: Everything.

Ari: Tell me.

Cameron: Nothing was ever right. I couldn't make my bed straight, speak without stuttering, keep straight A+(s) for 4 year.

Ari: *hold him* you're not alone.

Cameron: At some point, he couldn't stand me so much he put me in an orphanage in his town to teach me a lesson.

Ari: Did they also beat you?

Cameron: All because of him.

Ari: Hey, come here... ya wanna know something? One time my Dad was having one of his fits, and he threw me across the house so hard my arm broke in half. I came back at him so hard he lost consciousness.

Cameron: I've never been naked.

Ari: What.. how?

Cameron: I mean I bathe and everything, but in living alone for 2 years, I've never just been naked.

Ari: Was it Governor Shit-ass?

Cameron: The orphanage had a very creative way of punishing those who explore themselves.

Ari: What?

Cameron: The doctor said I started puberty, and the a week later, I got my first boner. I didn't understand what was happening so I ran to the bathroom and started poking around at it. And a nun followed me thinking I was sick, but she caught me, and she thought I was masturbating.

Ari: ..

Cameron: Then she dragged me out of the bathroom and kicked me senseless.

Ari: No

Cameron: But it didn't end there. The next day they took me to the auditorium, which had a thrust built out for a play. They stood me in the middle of the thrust and told me to strip.

Ari: Did you?

Cameron: I didn't understand why, but after I finished stripping and was just stood up there ashamed of myself I heard a storm of foot steps coming towards the door. I tried to run but the nuns were all there looking at me. Then the entire orphanage burst in looking confused until one boy pointed at me and started laughing.

Ari: Oh my god

Cameron: I tried to cover myself up but a nun whipped me on my back and told me to straighten up and put my hands on my head. *now crying a little* and I did.

Ari: *holds him tighter*

Cameron: Then she said, "This is what happens when you explore

your body, you have to share what you found!"

Ari: That's terrible

Cameron: The boys were just pointing at me laughing, and the girls were giggling and disgusted. I couldn't do anything but stand up there and cry. Then the nuns cleared a path for me to walk out naked and alone with my hands on my head, then they led me to my dorm and left me to get dressed.

Ari: ..

Cameron: I cried in my bed for hours until the rest of the boys came to go to sleep. I heard them talk about me, but they didn't notice me.

Ari: You were hiding.

Cameron: The next day no-one would look at me straight, and even one kid pantsed me in the middle of class so that everybody me see my bare ass like yesterday.

Ari: Hey look at me, that's all in the, loook at me. You're 18, you're out of the system. I'm here for you.

Cameron: *hugges Ari as hard as he could*

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Ari: D.. Do you want to be naked?

Cameron: Yes.

Ari: Ok come here, stand up. I'm here for you, just follow my lead.

*Ari standing on his knees starts unbuttoning Cameron's shirt slowly*

*Cameron watches him as one half of his face is pitch black and the other glows in the fire*

*Ari gets to the bottom of the buttons, and pulls his shirt off, letting it fall to the ground*

Ari: How do you feel?

Cameron: Nervous.

*Ari undoes Cameron's belt and with one swift move pulls it out leaving it a few feet away*

*Cameron feels his pants drop slightly, suddenly he feels some of that same fear from the orphanage*

*Ari undoes the single button holding Cameron's pants up and slowly lets them drop while looking him in the eyes*

*Cameron feels his knees shutter*

Ari: Now how do you feel?

Cameron: Scared.

Ari: Do you wanna keep going?

Cameron: *nods*

*Ari looks at Cameron's underwear, they were big loose black boxers*

*Ari slowly moves his hands up Cameron's smooth legs to his pants and gently grabs each side*

*Cameron remembers the feeling of that one boy who too pantsed him and prepares to cover what's underneath*

*Ari pulls, ever so gently and slowly taking in every moment of the experience, Cameron is about to break out of a thick shell. The waist line almost got to the base of Cameron's cock when he moves his hands in to cover himself.*

*Ari continues to pull until they're all the way down*

*Cameron has his head down, he's all tense... like he's hiding*

Ari: Look at me *tilts Cameron's head up*, how do you feel?

Cameron: Alone.

*Ari swiftly grabs Cameron and gently lays him on his back, on the sand, next to the fire and sits over him. All of Ari's dreads flow off the the right, away from the fire, forming a curtain. The fire illuminates Ari's whole face glowed in the fire*

*Ari grabs Cameron's wrists, still firmly covering what little was left, and moves them to his sides. Cameron is now totally exposed*

Ari: *softly* How do you feel?

Cameron: Like running away.

*Ari puts hand on Cameron's chest. Even if he wanted to, Cameron couldn't run away... but he didn't want to.*

Ari: What about now?

Cameron: I want to scream.

*Ari comes down and kisses him on the lips, he was so slow and took his time*

*Cameron whimpers slightly, he can feel Ari's tongue slowly slip through his lips and rest on his tongue. The sensations, emotions, and fears finally got to him and he blacked out*

Narrator: Ok what? I just got back in after I was forced out of the script because I was labeled a distraction for this scene. Ok.. so, the night goes by and Cameron slept like a rock. The next day he wakes up to the sun and finds himself undisturbed, the fire somehow went on all night and Ari was asleep at his side. There were a few people at the beach that early, all nude... turns out this was a nudist beach. Cameron pays them no mind as he walks into the ocean to wake himself up; the water is warm. Ari wakes up a few minutes later and sees Cameron's white hair glisten in the sun as he plays in the water. Ari found some of that weird instant-coffee-juice-shit and pours out 2 red solo cups. When Cameron got back, his smooth white skin wet and glowing in the sun, he sat down on Ari's lap, wrapped his arms around his neck and started to make out with him. Neither of them cared that they were being watched.

[awesomechipz]

The chad Lúcio player: Oh, you're approaching me? Instead of running away you're coming right to me? I can't boop the shit out of you without getting closer

Playing Overwatch and the Moira goes after the Lucio with a quiet: “Time to die, frog.”