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knowlessman · 4 months

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the continuing adventures of gamzee homestuck and friends, uh… continue! (bnha s5e6-e11)

"be careful, young deku, your next fight is with shinso -" me, completely ignoring the plot relevance with one for all and whatnot: HELLYEAH -- bakugo: "hurry up and master that quirk so we can fight again! I've no patience for weak pokemon" or something. point being, big gold/silver rival vibes. pointbeingfuckbakugo

(iida's turn next) still kinda wished he'd gone with Emergency Exit. I forget if he went with Recipro, or if that's just what he calls his moves and he went with Ingenium for the hero name -- iida: "I was third place at the sports festival!" 'XDDDD that bit with hatsume's still funny whenever I think about it

I have absolutely no idea who Tetsutetsu's teammates are but this is fascinating

"kaibara's rotation is a technique where -- (granted, that's only funny to me) -- why is he also spinning his feet, tho? he'd just drill into the ground doing that. I guess it gives him an option if he wants to change lateral direction in a hurry

so… iida's mufflers are… teeth? the adult ones push the baby mufflers out? idfk go figure

but yeah, mudman's kinda neat

I thought fire was sposed to, y'know, melt metal. Also I'm pretty sure sudden temperature changes fuck it right up regardless.

beats me what Ojiro's done different that repels all the mud, but I guess I'm glad he got something else going for him. heck, even hagukure unlocked that flashbang move of hers; Tailman seems like he'd have a hard time not falling behind.

kinda surprised the show didn't punish Mudman for running away from a losing battle tbh

'XD poor todoroki suddenly sucked up all the flames and turned em into some kinda Spirit Bomb, then got a clonk on the head for his trouble

iida: "rescue is my first priority!" EMERGENCY. EXIT.

"it was a huge mistake leaving iida for later" god. dammit. show. what was he sposed to do, grab his ankles so goddamn sonic the speed demon could rip his arms off? -- ohhh, mudman is the guy who looks like a Bleach hollow. huh.

pony or whatever horn girl's name is: "I'll go higher than he can reach and see what happens" I mean. shoji's arms have kinda looked a bit like wings to me from the start… I dunno what I wanna bet that he can flap them hard enough to get lift, but I dunno if I'd bet much against it either -- not to tell on myself too much, but this is a real "me" strategy. I always find myself in positions where my only move is to put off losing in the hopes that a better idea shows up. one rarely does. (granted, I'm mostly thinking about MtG, and I guess I've gotten a bit better, but "more time for thinking" is still my first priority in most situations) -- (timer buzzed, is a draw) Shishida: "in a real fight, running away and waiting for rescue is a reasonable option." make up your damn mind show, are you American or a filthy commie

pretty sure iida had plenty of space to veer to the side and avoid the falling thingy, just saying

hmm, we got dark souls helmet and some random dark-haired girl they're hyping up vs bakugo and headphone jack. are they gonna play this one out as well, even tho the only lead in it is bakugo?

bakugo continues to do bakugo things, ie be an abusive liability on purpose and probably not get punished for it -- "I've gotten stronger too! I've figured out that I can use people as stepping stones, and it works better than only seeing them as obstacles! next I'll advance to realizing they have feelings, and can therefore be used as tools!"

"with unexpected teamwork (read, any teamwork at all), bakugo's team wins!" -- the annoying thing is, he still consistently acts like (and says, often explicitly) he's the only person who matters. nothing about bakugo's attitude or actions feels reconcilable with a person who could strategize in ways that allow their teammates to do anything, or even account for their presence. hell, seeing bakugo show capacity to strategize at all still feels weird. we saw him hand out those grenades to his teammates - people he constantly refers to as extras, people whose names he refuses to use - as if he thought they were competent enough, or worthy enough, to use them. bakugo gets the benefits of a mindset he is clearly portrayed as not having. -- bakugo is an rpg character whose player is a powergamer. the player is rp'ing as an abuser who can't see potential or worth in other people, and is also completely ignoring bakugo's personality whenever it would lead to suboptimal choices in combat. (does it count as an AU if it's literally the only possible explanation)

all might: "you have a good childhood friend" fuck off. one of the first things we saw bakugo do in this show was tell someone to kill themself and he hasn't improved in five seasons and two movies.

I would think team B would be talking more about who all they'll have Monoma copy. the character is aggravating to watch, but his ability ought to be affecting how people talk about matchups more. can't he copy enemies' quirks just as easily as allies'?

okay monoma's proving to be a bit of a nonbo with shinso's quirk. gonna be hard to get somebody to "answer" you if you never shut up long enough for them to do so.

hm. them black band thingies, I think they're called. -- ah, I was right about the adding in other peoples' quirks to one for all. …I think. pretty sure. six more though??? 'XD damn

you'd kinda think the teachers would have some way of communicating to the students whether a match was canceled when something unexpected happened. seemed to be like nobody was sure if that would be the case, then one person threw a punch and they're just all back in it again. not a very well-controlled situation, for a training exercise.

also… welp. guess I'm going five episodes in. gotta wrap this match up, eh? least I started earlier this time, and somehow got through the first few a bit faster than usual.

yeah yeah mineta, you're a garbage character with a deceptively-cool quirk, now kindly fuck off and let the likable characters back onscreen

eraserhead, apparently: "well, your quirk, like mine, is one that either ends a fight immediately or does nothing at all, so I guess you qualify for Remedial Spider-Man Training. we can't have you going out there without at least this"

k plotline wrapped, I can give it a rest now 'XD now I know shinso should be sticking around, or at least added to class B. these tournament arcs seem to go on forever sometimes but… new powers. strategies. character development at the same time (fine, fake/"informed" character development in bakugo's case). this is my shit.

#knowless watches bnha

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apparentlyaswarmofbees · 4 years

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Making the Seven Demon Brothers Flustered (?)

basically a compilation of sweet stuff with the seven brothers.

Warning: uncensored swearing

This was an extremelly random idea that came in my mind. I was laying down looking at the ceiling and had a moment of epiphany where I thought: "holy shit I love when the brothers blush, I should make that everyone else's problem" and so here we are.

Lucifer

Contrary to popular belief, flustering Lucifer isn't impossible.

You know those days you just can't sleep?

If you decide to walk around the house you will most likelly stumble upon a Lucifer coming back from filling his most likely 10th cup of coffee.

First he will definetelly ask you what on earth were you doing awake before frowning in disapproval because you have classes tommorrow. So you should be in bed, asleep, like probably only Asmo and maybe Satan, and possibly Mammon in the house.

But honestly, it's 3am and both you and him are sleep deprived and I don't think anything really has a meaning at this point.

So that's when I say it's your cue to walk up to him, raise your arms, and hug him.

Just hug him and refuse to let go

He will be both flustered and frustrated that he can't hug you back

10/10 he would walk to his office with you clinging to him like a koalla, put his cup down, and give you a hug of his own.

He will still demand you to go to bed after he rechargers himself thought.

Mammon

I mean, what doesn't fluster Mammon?

But what about the moments he can handle being flustered without trying to deny his feelings out loud?

Yeah, those ones are the real treasures.

So I give you: hand holding.

This man is weak for holding hands, wherever and whenever. Just grab his hand and carress your tumb over his own, or link your pinkies and swing your arms a bit, even just losely holding each other's fingers.

He loves it so much it can even become something he does automatically once he gets used to it.

Sitting together? His hand is right over yours. Walking side by side? He will absolutely refuse to let go of your hand (he even forgets sometimes and scares himself when he raises his hand to fix his shades and he sees he's still holding onto you).

At some point the others may even start to cringe over the fact that you two appear to always be holding hands, even inside the house. It's very sweet though, and honestly, I bet his grip is very addicting to hold on to.

Leviathan

Even more so than his older brother, what doesn't fluster Levi?

So I will give out the one that possibly brings the cutest reactions out of him: surprise attacks.

Laying down side by side and you just feel like kissing him? Just do it. Give him a lil' peck on the lips or a soft one on the tip of his nose, and watch as he tries to hide in plain sight.

He did something that made you extremelly happy and you just feel he needs a reward? Just do it. Smooch his cheek, hug him and give him a lil' squeeze. He will be so happy he will not know what the hell he is supposed to do.

And best of all: at some point, once he gets, a bit, used to it, he will try to reciprocate.

Satan

Will the answer to how to fluster Satan be cats?

Yes it will be cats.

But also cheesy lines from romance books.

So you can pick your poison.

You have chosen cat? Just lay down besides him and give your best meow. Lean into his touch, plop your chin on the top of the book he is holding and stare at him, maybe pout for increase in effectiveness. He will be squirming on his spot in no time.

You have chosen cheesy lines? Do it while having one of those candlelight dates with Satan, give your best shot with the biggest smile you can. He will melt.

Asmodeus

Contrary to all of his brothers, the real question for Asmo is: what even flusters him?

The answer might be: unexpected compliments that are related to who he is as a person instead of who he is in appearence.

Which is... very specific to say the least.

Just fucking throw compliments at him about how he is extremelly sweet, caring and talented. Diligent, passionate, and how he always manages to brighten your day simply by saying his usual excited "Hi!".

Just throw all these at him like bullets from an automatic gun, throw your hands in the air or clench your fists and look him right in the eye as you say it loud and clear. Let whoever is around hear it too, they should all realize how important this man is.

And congrats, you now have a red faced, mouth agape, wide eyed, Asmo.

Beelzebub

Surprisingly not that hard to fluster the avatar of gluttony.

Though it's not very common for him to blush, on the inside he will be dancing macarena on x2 speed.

Pocky game? He will get so flustered he will break it midway. Helping him work out? Just lay right under him as he does push ups and he will slowly either stop working or become more, let's say, determined.

Just feel like hugging him? If he has his hands free, just throw yourself at him, he will be perplexed for a second and believe me when I say you will be able to feel his heartbeat, and it will be pretty damn fast.

But there is also a different strategy: pair up with Belphie.

Just throw a blanket over both of you and snuggle together, then walk over to Beel. Yes just walk over to him. This man is weak for you being cute with his twin. May end up engulfing both of you in a bear hug.

Belphegor

Oh, the avatar of denial.

Just like his brother it isn't exaxtly that hard to fluster him, and he often doesn't show it much on the outside. But when he does? He will not admit it.

Waking up to you sleepily staring at him from his stomach while laying on your arms? No, he is not blushing, you are imagining things.

You give out a giggle and a sun blinding smile in response to his denial? Oh! he is frowning now. Look at that, his face is becoming redder with each second.

Want to get a finishing blow? Just say you love him. You will never see him move so fast to latch onto you in a big hug like an octopus as both of you fall ungracefully back on the bed. He is totally not hiding his face on your neck, pfft, of course not.

#obey me #obey me!#obey me! shall we date?#obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #this is what happens when I let my brain do its thing when I'm trying to sleep

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ordinaryschmuck · 3 years

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What I Thought About "Knock Knock Knockin' on Hooty's Door" from The Owl House

Wow. They are really pushing it for that secret message, huh?

Anywho--Salutations, random people on the internet who certainly won’t read this! I am an Ordinary Schmuck. I write stories and reviews and draw comics and cartoons!

I think it goes without saying at this point that Season Two of The Owl House is setting itself up as a season without filler. Now, filler episodes aren't always bad. Yes, it hurts when a series turns away from the main plot for a week. But at best, they're utilized as a chance for the writers to play around with the characters and developing said characters without it relating to the overarching story. So, some people who see that consider it a bad thing that a series doesn't have that many filler episodes.

I like to call those people: F**king morons.

Don't get me wrong, I see where some of you are coming from. And I'd be willing to agree...if The Owl House was a plot-driven series. Which it's not. It is a character-driven series. Because for every plot thread and narrative that the show presents, they always relate to the characters and develop them further each time these threads get brought up. For example, look at "Knock Knock Knockin’ on Hooty's Door" (It pains me just to write that). Several narratives move forward, and it’s all done to make the characters grow. And to explain how requires going into spoilers. So keep that in mind as you continue reading.

Now, let's review, shall we?

WHAT I LIKED

Hooty: Might as well start with the character that this episode is about.

To tell you the truth, I wasn't a huge fan when I found out we're getting a Hooty-centered episode. I've grown to love him over time, but he is a comedic character that's best used in small doses. Primarily due to how his voice is grating to me (My ears are still bleeding...). With that said, I do really love his contributions in "Knock Knock Knockin' on Hooty's Door" (Seriously, there couldn't have been a less awkward title?). Hooty's antics when trying to help everyone are as hilarious as they are heartwarming. He deeply cares for his friends but just doesn't understand how his plans could do some unintended harm, which is pretty lovable if you ask me. We also get some surprisingly great insight into his character, as he feels insecure about basically being the comic relief who doesn't really do that much other than being funny. Rarely do you get that level of dimension from a comedic character, and it's even more uncommon for that to work out as well as it does here. It once again proves just how competent the writing is in this series to the point where we get an episode about Hooty, and it's funny and heartwarming instead of being annoying. And whoever is responsible for that, you're the best.

Lilith’s Letter to Hooty: I mean it when I say that I love how Lilith kept her word about her and Hooty becoming penpals. Their friendship was something I would have never expected to love, and I'm still shocked that it works so well, so seeing it continue like this just warms me to the bone. Plus, it is pretty sweet that Lilith's kind words are what inspired Hooty to do what he's done in this episode...meaning it's Lilith we should thank here--SON OF A WITCH! Even when she's gone, she's still working her way into my heart!

King going through Puberty: What?! KING IS EVOLVING!

(There, I made a Pokemon reference. Do I get my cookie now?)

Eda Keeping Herself Awake to Train Herself: I'm willing to bet a large sum of money that this has everything to with Raine getting captured last week. If Eda was still the most powerful witch in the Isles, she might have actually saved them. But she isn't, and now the love of her life is in the clutches of a tyrant planning something that could potentially be the end of everything. So I can understand Eda pushing herself to her limit to get back on top again, as I would probably do the same. It's not healthy in any way, and Eda would be doing more harm than good. But when it comes to the people you love, logic doesn't always win out in the end.

Luz Wanting to Make her Way into Amity’s Heart by Making the Echo Mouse Happy: ...That's it. I Just...I just love everything about it, ok?

This was also when I knew that I was wrong to doubt that there would be zero Lumity in this episode. I realize my follies now, and I humbly apologize.

Hooty Teaching King About Demons: This was so funny. So, so funny. Probably doesn't come as a surprise, especially since The Owl House proves itself as a comedy before, but the jokes have never hit as frequently and as hard as they did here. From Hooty getting offended by King's dance to him and Dana's insert wanting a "DNA sample," everything managed to successfully make me lose my s**t. It does come at the expense of King suffering, but I can stomach that much more than if it were Eda or Luz. And, as a bonus, we get lore about how demons work, added with another great joke of King getting in trouble with Hooty for saying he already knows this stuff. Humor isn't always the show's strong suit, but when it works, it f**king works.

King Wanting to Know What he Is: But despite how funny King's vignette was, we still get to see more of his character grow. We learn that he's frustrated now that there's this big question mark over his life now, feeling extra angry that his father "abandoned" him to leave such a present mystery. It shows the hidden resentment he has that Lilith inadvertently brought out, made even worse when King's father hasn't responded to the video yet. King hasn't really gotten that much development until "Echoes of the Past," so it's pretty cool that the writers haven't really slowed down on it. Especially when it leads to these great moments of King venting his frustrations.

King’s Shouting Powers: KING learned FUS RO DAH!

(And now that's a Pokemon reference AND a Skyrim reference. WHERE'S MY GOSH DANG COOKIE!?)

Eda’s Nightmare: If King's vignette hits you hard with the laughs, Eda's will absolutely hit you harder with the feels (never make me say "feels" unironically again). Knowing that Eda's life got thoroughly screwed over by the curse is something we could figure out on her own. But seeing just how much the curse ruined her life and tore apart relationships that mean the world to her really does a swell job at ripping apart the soul. What's even more tragic is, technically speaking, it's all sort of Eda's fault too. She kept hiding the curse, refusing to be a burden to others who would do all they could to help. If she had only been open and honest, things probably wouldn't have changed much, but they most likely would have been better than they are now.

Eda Attacked her Father as the Owl Beast: ...I don't know what I was expecting when "Keeping Up A-Fear-Ances" hinted that there was some possible tension between Eda and her father...but it definitely wasn't this.

The fact that we see blood where his eye used to be doesn't make things any happier, either.

Raine Broke Up with Eda: Before we get into anything else, let's celebrate the fact that it's now confirmed that Eda and Raine really did use to date in the past. Because this show is just f**king phenomenal with its LGBTQA+ representation!

But, seriously, this is a fantastic reveal that goes far beyond just shipping...well, sort of. It shines a new light on Eda and Raine's interactions from last week, revealing that while they're not a couple anymore, they still very much love each other. It helps make their last interaction especially tragic, as they were both on the same page now and could very well be together again. Only for them to be forced apart for the second time in a way that's much worse than the first. And I frickin' adore that this series changes the impact of one episode one week later. Again, it shows just how competent these writers are, and kudos to them for making something so...perfect.

The Moon Person: WHO THE FU--Nope. Nope! We have more than enough mystery bulls**t to deal with through CreepyLuz and Philip Wittebane, so I am PUTTING YOU ON THE BACKBURNER FOR NOW!

(They're probably nothing more than a one-off character, anyway)

The Owl Beast and Eda are Connected: Through visuals alone, we, the audience, can clue into what the curse really means. The Owl Beast doesn't want to be a part of Eda as much as she doesn't want it to be a part of her. Whether they like it or not, and they very much don't, they're stuck together. The thing is, and this is what I love the most, they still decide to make the best of their situation rather than let it ruin their lives even more. This might be the best possible turn Eda's curse could have made. It'll still affect her, and there are probably more negatives than positives, but at least now, it's not the worst thing in the world. And I feel like that's all anyone can ask when in a position like her own.

Eda's “Pretty Dream”: I don't know what emotions are toiling inside me more with this moment. Awe and wonder over how beautiful Eda's dream is, or heartbreak over the implication that she has only had nightmares since getting cursed...I'm gonna say both. Yeah, it's definitely both.

Eda’s Harpie Form: Well, fan artists are gonna have a field day with this...especially the freaks.

(You know who you are. And you're weird!)

Luz Calling Amity a “Cotton-Candy Haired Goddess”: ...Have I ever mentioned how much I love this show?

Hooty Kidnapped Amity: ...Hooty, if your stupidity wasn't charming, I would be more than willing to call the authorities over how you kidnapped a girl in your version of a knapsack and locked her in the basement. For that is going to ring SO MANY alarm bells in people's heads.

Amity and Luz Stuck in a Tunnel of Love: *Smacks lips* Mmm. The adorable awkwardness of this moment is just *chef's kiss* magnifique!

Luz being afraid of getting made fun of:

Amity’s look of hope: I mean...just...f**king--LOOK AT HER:

That is the look of a girl who, while embarrassed as hell, still is ecstatic to learn for a brief moment, everything that she is hoping for has a high chance of being real. Who, in their right mind, wouldn't go "Aw!" at something so pure and innocent?!

Luz Destroying the Tunnel of Love: This is how to effectively utilize dramatic irony. The audience can understand why Luz is tearing the place apart because she explicitly states that she's afraid of Amity rejecting her in the end. They also know that's bogus, thus making it extra painful to watch Amity's heart break more and more with each second (which is perfectly represented through Amity's expressions). You feel bad for both of them, and even worse when you know that it can easily be prevented by the simple art of communication. That's what makes it great dramatic irony. Knowing the point of view of each character results in a scene that evokes emotions in two different ways.

Hooty’s Breakdown: This was...genuinely hard to watch. Not that it was badly written, far from it. It just...hurt seeing how destroyed Hooty was when he realized he failed the people he has such an admiration for. On the upside, a wholesome moment follows soon after as the Owl House gang tries to reassure Hooty that he's done a lot of good that night. It's a pure action that shows even though Hooty gets on their nerves all the time, they still care about him...damn it. I think I'm gonna cry.

Eda’s Advice for Luz: ...Eda...You're the best.

You found out that your surrogate daughter wants to ask a girl out, and not only were you quick to deliver the best possible advice ("Just go for it!"), but you also quickly reassure her that it doesn't need to be perfect.

And you know what? That's it. Eda is the best cartoon mom! She might not technically be Luz's mom, but I don't give a s**t because she is the best!

Luz and Amity Ask Each Other Out: Shh-sh-sh-sh...

Do you hear that?

...

...It's the sound of dozens of Lumity fans collectively losing their s**t...and I'm one of them.

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

HOO-HOO-HOO-HOO!

IT!

IS!

CANON!

AH-HAHAHAHAHA!

HOLY S**T! Holy s**t! Holy s**t...might just be the best way I could possibly describe this! Finally, after all the waiting, speculating, and praying, THESE TWO IDIOTS FINALLY GOT TOGETHER! AND IT WAS PERFECT! I mean, it was awkward as s**t, but that's what makes it perfect! You know why? You wanna--Hey! *snaps fingers*. You want to know why? It's because they're teenagers. Of f**king course, it's going to be awkward! This is their first relationship, so there will be a lot of missteps along the way. And that, in itself, brings me to the best (second best part?) thing about it happening in episode eight of the new seasons. Most endgame couples get together in the climax or even at the end of the series. But to have them get together this early on, means there will be quite a few episodes dedicated to showing them grow as a couple.

And better than that--EVEN F**KING BETTER THAN THAT--dozens of kids are going to see these two, a realistic depiction of young love that just so happens to involve two girls, and are going to learn once and for all that there is nothing wrong with being who they are. That fact alone is f**king incredible. Yes, it sucks that season three got cut short, and we'll have even less time with Luz and Amity, but knowing how many kids have felt seen today almost makes it worth it in the end.

And if I see one mother f**ker saying this was poorly paced, I might just hunt them down for SPORT...Sorry if that was an overreaction. I'M JUST SO HAPPY! Because they're happy! Look at them. Listen to them! It's so...GAH-HAHAHA!

“They’re adorable! And deserve all the happiness!”: You're darn right, Hooty! You're darn right.

King’s Father(?) Shows Up: What the--WHAT?! They're doing this now?! Here?! After everything else?

Oh, man. What could this mean? What dynamic changes will this cause in the main cast? How could the writers fit this in during the next two episodes? And what--

Hooty Eats the Letter: ...Pfffft--HAHAHAHA!

Oh, man...I should be mad, and I wouldn't blame others if they are...but that is too much of a brilliant f**k you that I can't help but appreciate it. Bravo writers. Bravo.

WHAT I DISLIKED

...Dislikes? Dislikes? You would honestly believe that after everything I witnessed in this episode, that I would have the gull to list anything wrong with it?!

HOW DARE YOU ASSUME THAT I WOULD BE SO CALLUS TO--Actually, I do kind of have an issue with the episode's title. It's just too much of an awkward mouthful for me to get behind. I understand that the writers wanted to sneak the K into the secret message, but were there really no other titles starting with K that they couldn't come up with?

But that's just a personal issue, and in no way do I think anybody else would feel the same way. Especially with how well-written everything else is anyway.

IN CONCLUSION

"Knock Knock Knockin' on Hooty's Door" (title aside) is another A+ episode. It was hilarious, heart-wrenching, and downright adorable while keeping me entertained with every minute. I'm sure there are some issues I was willing to ignore due to how expertly written everything else was, but why bother looking for the chinks in the armor when I could just enjoy a perfect episode for being so...perfect! Some of you might be willing to disagree with me, but to that, I say: Don't knock it till you've tried it.

(Now, if you don't excuse me, I'm going to go lie down. It's...It's been a day.)

#the owl house #the owl house season 2 #the owl house reviews #the owl house spoilers #toh spoilers #toh hooty #king clawthorne #eda clawthorne #raeda #luz noceda #amity blight #lumity #lumity is canon #what i thought about

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slasherbastard · 3 years

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Slasher Game Night Would Include

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a/n: no supernatural guys in this one sorry i just used the gif because it fits. also i nearly forgot to post today because i didn’t realise it was saturday

Billy Lenz, Brahms Heelshire

Game: Scrabble

Swear words. Billy's going to use as many of them as possible, the dirtier the better

Either that or he'll try to throw down a bunch of random letters and pretend it's a real word

Meanwhile Brahms will use lots of long and smart words and will probably end up winning the game

Brahms uses Scrabble as a way to brag about how educated he is

Billy: "What the hell is a 'mugwump' ?"

Brahms: "You're a mugwump. 17 points."

Fighting is encouraged

Bo Sinclair, Billy Loomis, Chromeskull, Vincent Sinclair

Game: Monopoly

Bo will bully everyone

Take your bets, who flips the board out of anger first (it's Bo)

Bo plays as the hat, Billy plays as the boot, Chromeskull plays as the car, Vincent plays as the dog

Who let the rich boy play Monopoly

Jesse buys any property he lands on, especially the expensive ones

They play with money in the middle for free parking

Billy sucks at Monopoly

Vincent doesn't really know how to play but Billy and Jesse are helping him out

Bo and Billy try to steal the other player's money when nobody's looking

John Kramer, Asa Emory, Amanda Young, Mark Hoffman

Game: Mouse Trap

These four will roll their eyes when you bring out the Mouse Trap box even though they go absolutely feral over it

They'll spend more time setting up the traps rather than playing the actual game

They only play this game for the traps

John makes up dialogue that he uses for his victim's recordings before the game begins

John: "Hello little mice, I want to play a game-"

Asa: "Not this again."

Bubba Sawyer, Jason Voorhees, Thomas Hewitt

Game: Operation

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

Thomas is the only one who manages to remove all the parts without setting off the alarm

Bubba's sad because he keeps losing

Jason turns the game off before Bubba's turns so that he can finish the game with a few pieces

if Pamela could see Jason doing this right now she'd start crying

Thomas is really precise and careful - have you seen the craftsmanship that goes into those masks?

Bubba is a little more messier than Thomas (You can tell in the stitches) so that explains him losing

Props to Jason for being nice

Tiffany Valentine, Stu Macher, Freddy Krueger, Otis Driftwood

Game: OUIJA BOARD

what the fuck

These four will raise hell, they pulled up and chose violence

Tiffany goes all out with the set up, candles, crystals, protection sigils, coins

Stu will move the planchette on purpose just to mess with the others

Freddy will piss off some sort of entity

Place your bets, who's getting possessed first

Otis believes he is Satan and will pretend to get possessed

Meanwhile Freddy is a literal demon who's just sitting there like :I

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obeiii-mee · 4 years

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Hi there! Im back, tysm for doing my HC ;;/ it was super cute, i really liked Mammons and Satans!! If you dont mind if i ask for another? Hdjsks Recently, i slipped while walking home with some pals and scrapped my knee. It wasnt too bad, but it sure looked bad lmao If you can could you do HCs for the boys reacting to MC slipping and scrapping there knee while walking w them? Im sure Mammon would have a heart attack hfjd Tysm!! Keep up the good work♡

Thank you so much! I hope your knee gets better and that it wasn’t too painful! The brothers would all be panicking in their own way but I agree, Mammon would faint or something lmao.

Hope this was OK.

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The Brothers with an MC who fell and scraped their knee:

Lucifer:

-It was a miracle you managed to convince him to come out on a walk with you at all

-The man doesn’t know when to take a break from his work

-He’s more likely to accept if it’s you asking tho, he has an obvious soft spot for you

-The others call him a suck up behind his back because of it

-You were so happy that you managed to pry Lucifer away from his desk, you were basically skipping alongside him

-Long story short, you tripped over your own two feet and fell

-Luckily, your knees and palms were the only things that got a bit scruffy

-Well, actually your right knee looked as if someone tried removing your entire knee cap with a scalpel, skin and all but adrenaline was kicking in and you couldn’t feel much

-You’ve never seen Lucifer freeze the way he did then

-His mind just drew a blank

-You were about to shrug it off and call it a day, get up and continue your walk but daddy Lucifer can’t have that

-He has six younger brothers (and a younger sister at some point) he is pretty experienced when it comes to treating injuries

-You aren’t walking for the rest of the day, let me make this clear

-He will carry you back to the House of Lamentation no matter how much you protest

-In case it wasn’t obvious already, Lucifer gives off massive dad vibes and now he’s bandaging your leg while you’re laying down on his bed

-While the rest of the brothers watch the two of you from behind the door frame because they are all equally worried

-Get ready for the three hour lecture coming your way

-He’s pissed and amused at the same time tbh

-Silly human, falling over like that and hurting themselves

-Lord Diavolo forbid you try to get out of that bed, he will drag you back and make sure you stay there until your knee is better (kinky)

Mammon:

-He was on his merry way to the casino to blow off all of Lucifer’s money and you tagged along solely for the purpose of making sure he didn’t spend all of Lucifer’s money

-You’d both be done for if he did

-But I guess fate really had it out for you on that day since your foot slipped on....something and you tripped

-Both of your knees looked bloody and damaged as hell but you were more irritated than anything

-Mammon on the other hand did a fucking double take and almost passed out

-He screeched his lungs out

-One look at your injured knees and he was ready to drag you all the way to the human realm on foot to find you a doctor

-“MC ARE YOU OK WHY THE FUCK IS THERE SO MUCH BLOO-HOLY SHIT STAY STILL DON’T MOVE! THE GREAT MAMMON WILL FIX THIS...SOMEHOW.”

-It was very dramatic, he cried

-You stood up to prove that you were alright because you thought he was going to have a seizure soon enough

-OK, that helped him calm down a little

-At least now he knew your legs weren’t about to get torn off and you weren’t on the verge of death

-Fuck the casino, you were going home

-Like Lucifer, don’t expect you will walk home by yourself

-He will carry you, a bit embarrassed by his initial freak out but still eyeing your wound, concerned

-As soon as you get home and the other brothers help you out because he’s shit at bandaging, he just sits in his own pool of misery and guilt

-Your poor knees wouldn’t be so jacked up if you hadn’t come along with him today

-He was so determined to make it up to you, he stayed by your bedside like a loyal puppy with a wagging tail (flashback to the animal event)

-Overall, he almost went into cardiac arrest and was too panicked to realise you were fine

-You thought he was smothering and overprotective before? Good luck for the rest of the week

Levi:

-“See, this is why I don’t like going out. There’s always some normie laying on the groun- OH MY LORD DIAVOLO, MC IS THAT YOU?? ARE YOU OK?”

-HIS HENRY ALMOST DIED ON THE NEWLY POLISHED FLOOR OF AN ANIME CONVENTION, HE HAS VERY MIXED EMOTIONS

-You fell knees first and hurt them quiet badly but you could stand, even if the pain made you twitch a little

-This confused Levi because you looked fine even though your knees certainly didn’t

-You told him you felt alright and it wasn’t that big of a deal and he absolutely rolled with it

-But you guys still went home after that

-He said it was because you bled all over your cosplay but that’s just him being a tsundere

-Levi is usually very shy when it comes to physical contact but he firmly insisted that he help you walk home

-I mean, he knows you said you were feeling OK and maybe humans just have a lot of tolerance for injuries like that

-But he still felt it was necessary that he took you home and checked out your injuries

-He kept the mood light while disinfecting you’re wound with some help from Satan by talking about how the convention went

-High low-key relieved seeing you walk around like normal two minutes after that

-He started bitching to you about how you made him miss his the event but he didn’t mean any of it

-“Stupid normie, making me miss my favourite Ruri-chan event. You’re lucky I love you and think you’re cute....did I just say that out loud??”

Satan:

-Oh dear, why would you go out for a walk in the middle of a rainstorm? What were you thinking?

-Actually, it was Satan’s idea

-He may be a demon and the prince of Wrath no less, but he is such a sappy, cheesy bastard at times

-He definitely thinks that walking and kissing in the rain is very romantic (bet he read something like that in an erotica)

-You know what’s not romantic blondie? Slipping on a very small puddle and potentially fracturing your leg

-It was just a scraped knee but you were frustrated enough to be extra

-He’s helping you up before you even have the chance to realise you fell in the first place

-Your knee was looking pretty bad so you guys went home just to avoid any further casualties

-He’s actually chuckling all the way back while you playfully glare at him because how dare he laugh at your misery?

-Date night was ruined but at least he got to take care of you

-He knew your knee must have hurt and he felt bad but he couldn’t help but giggle a bit to himself because your fall was so comical

-Ah but he does enjoy fussing over you for the rest of the night a bit too much

Asmo:

-You thought Mammon was melodramatic?

-Take a look at this fucking guy

-He actually screeches even louder than his brother and probably falls to his knees too (but not really because those pants were expensive)

-His screams definitely got the attention of at least 10 random passerbyers

-He’s actually on the verge of crying

-I mean, can you blame him?? Look at your beautiful knees!! They were ruined

-He felt so bad for you, he actually babied the hell out of you that day

-“Asmo, it’s fine. It’s just a scrap.”

-“A SCRAP, MC IT LOOKS LIKE YOUR KNEE IS ABOUT TO FALL OFF YOUR POOR SKIN-“

-It was just a scrap but Asmo’s secret talent is being extra as fuck

-He totally spilled all the tea to the rest of the brothers when he got home

-And then he ushered you into his room

-Funnily enough, he’s pretty good with injuries. Not as much as Satan and Lucifer but still

-He pampered you for the next few hours but that image of your skin being all grazed like that will forever haunt him

-How can you not be so bothered by it?? He’d die if he was in your place

-I love Asmo just because of how dramatic he is

Beel:

-Your shoelaces were undone and of course that meant a fun little trip to the floor of Hell’s Kitchen

-Beel didn’t notice you fell at first, he was concentrating on his food and assumed you were next to him

-But then he realised that you weren’t and for a moment he thought you disappeared or something

-Before he turned to find you laying on the floor, curled up because life was pain and you were suffering

-“Are you OK? Or are you just tired? Belphie does that a lot when he’s tired.” Or depressed one might say

-But for real, he’s good at identifying serious wounds and less serious wounds since he’s an athlete

-He can tell your knees were bleeding way more than they should have from just a simple scrap

-He slinged you over his shoulder and carried you, calmly, back home, with a burger still in his hand

-He’s actually really collective and talked to you while cleaning up your injury to take your mind off the pain

-He knows humans are a little more fragile than demons so even though he knows it’s not a big deal, he can’t help but worry

-It’s kinda hard falling around him tho because chances are, he will actually catch you even if he happens to hold something

-He’s sad if you’re sad so please don’t cry he will bandage your scraped knee do you want the last bit of his burger to make you feel better?

-Comfort hugs afterwards!

-Which is awesome because Beel gives out best hugs :)

Belphie:

-Ah yes, another beautiful day at RAD

-Walking alongside with your grumpy and sleepy boyfriend when a random demon bumps into you

-Wel not bumps, more like shoves you so hard you fall down and tear the fabric of your pants

-While the dude shrugs it off and speeds away

-You were a bit pissed off because rude

-But Belphie was fucking fuming

-He felt so offended on your part

-I mean, the nerve of him

-He was tired as shit but he wanted to chase after him and throw hands, possibly fill his pillow with rocks and hit him over the head with it

-He forced himself to focus on you first before hunting the moron down

-He was a bit concerned when he didn’t see you come back up after you fell

-Turns out, you scraped your knee pretty horribly and now you were bleeding all over the floor

-He’s even more quiet than usual as he helps you up and half carries you to your next class

-He starts taking care of your knee in the middle of DevilDom history he doesn’t give a flying fuck

-He’s still furious by the time he gets home and most of his brothers know to leave him be when he makes that scary ass face

-No talk to him

-He angy

-“Does your knee still hurt?”

-“A bit but it’s not-“

-“Come nap with me.”

-“Why?”

-“Naps shall cure your pain.”

-“...”

-“Nah but for real come take a nap with me.”

-Next day at school, the dude from yesterday walks by him and Belphie smashes his head against the wall

-Before walking away as if nothing happened

-I stan protective Belphie

These HCs are really bad but I love them anyway

Al~

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faterpresources · 3 years

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Fᴀᴛᴇ/Hᴏʟʟᴏᴡ Aᴛᴀʀᴀxɪᴀ Sᴇɴᴛᴇɴᴄᴇ Sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀs

A collection of random lines compiled from the game Fate/Hollow Ataraxia. Feel free to change the pronouns in order to better suit the parts involved. Warning: some crude language

❝ Damn you're dense. ❞

❝ Maybe I am a little slow. ❞

❝ Don't get the wrong idea. ❞

❝ You're always so quick to give up. ❞

❝ So now you suddenly get serious... ❞

❝ I can fight back whenever I want to. ❞

❝ Right, I will follow in your footsteps! ❞

❝ Hell, I'd let you sit on top of me, too. ❞

❝ ...There's something wrong with that. ❞

❝ Answer me. Just what Servant are you? ❞

❝ How dare you steal my omelet, knave! ❞

❝ I will take that advice into consideration. ❞

❝ You're alive now, how 'bout ya call it off? ❞

❝ Watching a fire like this is greatly relaxing. ❞

❝ Tell me, where did your typical rudeness go? ❞

❝ I do not want you to take this the wrong way. ❞

❝ I see. Alright, I will take it as a donation then. ❞

❝ The only big thing she's got on her is her tits... ❞

❝ You sure are a lot more childish than you look. ❞

❝ How about I take you overseas someday, ____? ❞

❝ You're like the mother of a large family and all. ❞

❝ Whatever happens, don't let ___ into the kitchen.❞

❝ You've been categorized outside of my playing range. ❞

❝ Hold it. When you meant got serious, you meant that?!❞

❝ This fella had a lot happen, bet he's still holding a grudge. ❞

❝ What, don't tell me you're the troll guarding the bridge. ❞

❝ Wow... ___'s misfortune with women seems to never cease! ❞

❝ LIKE HELL-- WHAT ARE YOU THINKING, YOU ANIMAL!!!?❞

❝ Hey, ___ ? You're thinking of something naughty again, aren't you? ❞

❝ You are like an endangered animal species, or something like that? ❞

❝ Then I won't linger around. I'll take off before I get myself in a mess. ❞

❝ No, ma'am! Lowly little old me can't do something that friggin' nuts! ❞

❝ Too much salt. You should have also taken more care when frying it. ❞

❝ I know I'm not the most intelligent person, but you really are hopeless.❞

❝ I might be a brat, but I'm not a kid. Okay, doesn't make me an adult, either. ❞

❝ Hey, what exactly are you doing here?❞

❝ I don't see why I need to have a reason. ❞

❝ ... Are you making a fool of me? ❞

❝ Huh? Well, you are a fool, ain'tcha? ❞

❝ Even if I am asking such questions, it is not like I'm particularly interested in you.❞

❝ Essentially, you mean I have neither charm nor looks, I get it.❞

❝ Really, ___, acting like a good kid all of a sudden. ❞

❝ And you, stop acting innocent all of a sudden...I mean, you sure can pull it though. ❞

❝ B-But the biggest problem is, she's turned one innocent boy into a mindless servant!❞

❝ Don't tell me... I never thought that this "octopus" you speak of is...the demonic fish itself!❞

❝ Wouldn't it be great to have a young guy who can cook, clean, and do laundry as a familiar...?❞

❝ I won't accept it! That arrogant, stubborn girl would never go out with some gallant helper type! ❞

❝ That right there is his hidden charm, that makes him attractive. The thing that appeals to the potential mother-in-law. ❞

❝ Nope, didn't see anything. Like ___ smiling at the plushie, making it dance around, talking to it as if it was a little kid, or anything like that.❞

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herstarburststories · 4 years

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Wet

Kinktober Day 20: Spit/Saliva

Pairing: Demon!Dean x reader

Summary: You were looking for Dean, or his new demonic self, but he found you first.

Warnings: spitting, spit as lube, fingering, dirty talk, not edited (might have some mistakes)

“You shouldn't have come after me, Y/N.” Dean said, throwing your phone away, the loud noise of smash against the wall echoing through the dark garage. You just hoped Sam got to track your localization before that. “I told you and Sammy to let me go.” He'd sigh, head titled to the ground before the demon looked up, the smirk on his lips showing that he disappointed but not surprised by your behavior towards his letter's advice. “But you were always my frisky girl, of course you wouldn't just obey me. Even though you liked when I got authoritative on you.”

The way the demonic version of your husband spoke made your blood burn like flames insides your veins. How dared him to speak like that, in such nonchalant tone, about you and his brother giving up on him? How could he talk about you two as if everything was okay? How he had the nerve to mention your intimate times?

“Shut up. You have no right to talk like that about us.” Your hands closed, hard enough to make the skin on your knuckles ache. Sadly, all strength you had, from your tiptoes to your hair, couldn't help you to get out of there: tied up in a random garage, at the mercy of a demonic version of the love of your life, Dean Winchester, who was also an expert when it came to torture.

You were scared, furious, and in despair. You didn't even know the human body could hold so many messy emotions at once without collapsing. Obviously, Dean Winchester had to be the incitation of your calamitous state.

Dean lifted his eyebrows, scooting closer to you. “Why not? Those are my memories too, sweetheart.”

Sweetheart. He had stopped calling you that as soon as you and him became serious. Only a couple exception, as when Dean was being sarcastic or you two were arguing. The nickname rolling off his tongue made you nauseous, as if you two were just fuck buddies and not together.

“You aren't my husband, Dean. You said goodbye with a note, smell like a stripe club, and, of course, fucking tied me up.” You hissed, leaning forward before the restraints pulled you back.

“Don't know, sweetheart. This pretty ring says otherwise.” He smirked, raising his hand and moving his fingers quickly; the wedding band shinning without shame, and you almost puked your guts out. God, you just wanted your Dean back. “But, if I'm not your husband anymore and blah blah blah. What do you want here?”

The answer came instantly through teeth with a crack around the last word, “I want my husband back.”

“Eh, I'm here. Totally awake.” He shrugged, unsurprisingly not caring for your wish. “I'm more me than ever. All the height, self loathing bullshit off my shoulders. You have to give me some credit. I didn't even tango anyone after I left. And believe me, I could. The chicks dig the new look.”

“Yeah, thanks for doing the bare minimum.” You scoffed humorless, unable to discern the pain of your beating heart and the fury in your bones. You just wanted to fight back.

He ignored your remark, going on with his self absorbed speech. “But here I am, being loyal to you, while you keep complaining. Shouldn't you be a good wife and be happy that I'm happy?”

“You son of a—”

“Dirty mouth. I like that. I wonder what else your smart mouth can do.” Dean's tongue flicked between his teeth, yet green eyes glued on you. He pulled close, near enough for you to feel his hot breath on your cheek. Your treacherous body arched towards him, even though you wanted go punch his nose. Dean's hands resting on your waist, and you groaned. Even with your clothes blocking a direct touch, you couldn't help but gulp to contain a whine— you had missed his warmth so much. But you didn't want it. You didn't want to surrender like this. He wasn't your Dean Winchester, the righteous man who would do anything to keep others safe. The heat coming from him was just a warning of the fire from hell. “Play your cards right and I might make you come a lot of times tonight, Y/N/N. I bet you missed my cock.”

His words furiously tickled you the the breaking point. You couldn't physically attack him, but you certainly would hurt his ego. Before Dean could even blink, you spit on his face. At least that washed away his cocky smile, making room to his black eyes. “You are disgusting.”

Dean coughed, his fingers cleaning your saliva. He didn't say anything, only glaring from his slick digitals to your ferocious expression: nostrils wide open, squinted eyes, and posture as erect as his cock.

“Guess I have a new kink.” Dean grinned, no further waning as he slid his hand inside your panties. “I did always like you fighting back. And your saliva was always a good lube.” His skilled fingertips brushed your clit while he got a finger inside your wetness, a shameful moan leaving your lips. You were furious, yet all you could think about was his dick fucking you roughly. You and Dean always found some cure in angry sex. How could he turn the tables so quickly? All the swearing you wanted to throw at him melted into the necessity of screaming his name in a beg. “I'll make sure to cover you up in saliva and cum before Sammy gets here, Y/N. Maybe that will be more effective than a note.”

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obeymeluv · 4 years

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Red String of Fate

Something a little different! Drabble lead + headcanons! I really like the idea of being connected to someone, so have this~

Also: very long, so I only did a few of the brothers. I tend to do them in order but I tried to jump around for variety’s sake since I published a partial post the other day.

Features: Lucifer, Mammon, and Asmo (short-ish, but for a reason. Makes sense when you read the lead-up),

I have to get to bed. Need to get up early for studying + a morning class. Really love this idea so I’ll be working on something unique for the rest of the bros :)

Casual conversations about soulmates and bad dates inspires Asmo to find your one true love. He swears up and down there’s a book that can do it. Being a lover of love and feeling like it’s his duty to see you off into the best of hands—the hands made to hold you!—he sets out to find the book. Legend says Cupid pricked his finger while writing out love lists with his enchanted quill and threw the dirty pages away, deeming them unusable. Instead of being discarded, they were salvaged by another and turned into a book that would answer any love-related question the reader had.

All it would cost is a drop of blood.

Cupid, who was very serious about his task of uniting hearts and forging bonds, felt insulted by the book. He felt cheapened and could not see the joy it would bring before his arrow was destined to arrive. In a fit of rage he threw it from the heavens, assuming it would disintegrate before landing in another’s hands.

He was wrong.

The book circulated for centuries, making its way through humble and haughty, poor and princely. Some say it even inspired the most romantic of playwrights. It was kept by a family of matchmakers for generations before their home was pillaged and burned by a spurned heart. Traded out of guilt or in a desperate moment for silver or food (Asmo didn’t remember which), it ended up in the hands of a scholar. He sat with his crush and read the book, the two asking it hundreds of questions and finding themselves quite content with each other.

After the two got married, they were convinced it was a lucky charm of sorts and passed it along to their friends. Once those friends found their true loves, it started a chain of giving. When one family had all of their children married off, they would pass the book on to someone else. The book spent a fair amount of time collecting dust when one person lost their soulmate too soon and didn’t open it for about five years, convinced it would stay blank. A new love came into their life and they were so moved by the magic, by the joy, that they donated the book to a thrift shop.

Asmodeus lost the history after the thrift shop. Too many people went in and out of it, too much time had passed. All he knew is that it ended up in the hands of a witch who made serious money off of love potions and romantic divinations. One of her grandchildren—a quarter succubus and three-quarters human—had donated it to RAD’s library.

He should’ve just texted his friends about the damn thing instead of researching it like Levi does his events. Should he be proud of all the effort? You could be, but he was kind of put off by all the work. It was shabby and beaten, hardly bigger than a typical planner. Definitely unassuming and definitely looked like it’d seen some things. Asmodeus was expecting something gorgeously gilded and velvet.

Hopefully a peek into your future would make up for all the disappointment. “I bet it’s me.” he touched a finger to his soft lips with a giddy smile, little ring glinting in the light. He practically skipped out of the library and back to the House of Lamentation. At the very least, he’d get to go on and on about how he found it and how grateful you should be that he cares for you so much to do so!

Asmodeus whisks you away into his room, the bed already set with pillows that were both aesthetic and luxurious. Nothing too out of the norm for him, but he wanted something that complimented the romantic undertones of this little endeavor. He coddled the two of you in a plush pink blanket before cracking it open and guiding your finger along the edge of the page. The red soaked in, ink blossoming in a faint pink that turned a brilliant scarlet.

The book grew warm, almost burning as the scarlet began to sear and shimmer on the page. You heard him hiss and grabbed the book as he started to squirm and scoot out from under it. You’d barely grabbed the book when pinky-red smoke exploded violently in your face. It didn’t burn or have a taste but it was surprisingly thick.

“What? No names!” Asmodeus had finally swatted away enough of the smoke to see a blank book. “It’s supposed to be names!” he scowled, kittenish fangs threatening to poke at his lower lip.

“Maybe there’s been a revision,” you blinked distractedly, talking more to yourself than him. Nope, still there. You wagged your finger at Asmodeus, showing off the bright red string tied around it.

His oncoming rant receded immediately, eyes shining a gorgeous and unmistakable pink. “Let’s see where it goes!”

To Lucifer:

He’s in the middle of doing paperwork (shocker) when he finds a vibrant red string tangling in his pen and catching on the lines

Tries to shake it off (very undignified, glad no one saw it)

Puts his pen down to pick at it and untie it. When that doesn’t work, he slips the opposite glove off with his teeth and lets his demon aura come out just enough to turn his fingernails into claws

That didn’t work either

Physically tries to pull the string off and begrudgingly stops when he realizes his finger might come off first

A huffy, annoyed man

Takes an awkward pic with his D.D.D and sends it to Diavolo, wanting to know if it’s a prank

Diavolo swears it’s not and Barbatos suggests it could be the red string theory, that thing some humans believe in.

Could it be true? Does he have a soulmate? Could he, being a fallen angel? Demons had soul mates?

All the questions swirl and he just leans back in his fancy padded chair to absorb it all. There’s something beautifully sad and...comforting...at the thought of demons having a soulmate, someone made just for them

Lucifer doesn’t really think that a soulmate’s at the end of the string, but he tells himself it’s a walk for the sake of his health, to stretch, and sets off to find the string

The eldest is quite surprised to run into you and Asmo, the string clearly tied around your finger.

“A bit overboard, don’t you think, Asmo?” Lucifer’s a little aggravated by it. What is this, a set up?!

His little brother swears against it, holding up a beaten book not even Mammon would waste money on.

Apparently, the string disappears when the soulmates touch their fingers together. Lucifer rolls his eyes and tries to soften his scowl as he presses his finger to yours.

You’re both surprised when the string thickens until it resembles a ribbon, kinking in the shape of a heart before disappearing in a burst of pinky-red smoke that has your fingers tingling

Lucifer says nothing, silently stunned and heart yearning at the tingling in his finger. It’s warm, like your love.

To Mammon:

IS IT ONE OF THE WITCHES?! IS THIS A TRACKER?!

First reaction: “OI! What the hell?!”

Also shakes his finger

Immediate second reaction is to chew on it and try to get it off

Ends up sucking on his tender finger like a baby because he basically chewed on himself instead of the string

Texted all the sorcerers and witches he knew. They all deny hexing him or mentioning him in potion-making.

He’s surprised to find he can still move around with the string. It’s not straining or limiting him, so he goes in his closet of magical seals, peeling a few back to reveal a sizeable hoard of stuff he’d stolen over the centuries (including some stuff he had on him from the Fall).

He tries daggers of all sizes and types. They don’t cut the string, either

When nothing seems to work, he marches towards the source, wrapping it around his fist with a grumble.

He pulls on it at random just because it’s a minor inconvenience and he couldn’t get it off.

Mammon notice that it runs under Asmo’s door and he yanks on it really hard, hoping he’s tearing thread off of a sweater or something. Annoying ass little brother!

When you yelp he freezes. Brain hasn’t quite kicked in yet and he yanks it again to check the reaction. Another yelp, and a thick thud behind the door.

Sounds like you’re involved somehow. Oops.

Turns out you had a hard time coming out of the room because he wound the string too quick (and weren’t strong enough to tug it back to yourself)

Asmo’s in the middle of lecturing him as he squishes your poor little face, scowling and lamenting that MAMMON is your soulmate. MAMMON, of all people, who’d been smacking you against a door for the last few minutes!

Now Mammon’s interested and needs the story

Gets a biiiig shit-eating grin when he realizes what’s happened.

Takes your hand with his usual fanfare of ‘’Course I would be! I’m their MAIN man! Their BEST man!”

The string seems to tie your hands together for a brief moment before exploding in a burst of smoke and Mammon’s still grinning like an idiot.

He doesn’t let go of your hand

To Asmodeus:

He’s waving that smoke away when he feels a new, subtle weight on his finger

Whatever it is, it’s flitting and ticklish. He can feel it catching on some of the fashion rings he wears

Asmodeus doesn’t know whether he wants to purr or squeal. He did something that hurt your human ears though.

Didn’t realize it hurt your ears until after the noise bottoms out to a lower pitch, and immediately cups his hands over yours ears, sliding them up into your hair while he showers the crown of your head in apology kisses.

Makes a video clip to send to the bros in a group chat and has to redo it several times because they can’t really hear his words over the smug purring and clicking

It warms his heart to know he has a real soulmate. Asmodeus really struggles with the concept of genuine, non-sexual love.

He figured the most he could ever get was platonic love or brotherly love, but this is a whole new thing for him and he’s honestly blown away

For a brief moment he feels like Heaven’s Jewel again, so treasured and special. It almost makes him cry

He’s lowkey crying.

100% takes advantage of the fact that your fingers are tied together until you touch fingertips. You guys giggle quietly and cuddle close as he loops the string around his finger so you put your arm around his neck

“You don’t need a string to make me touch you, you know.” you tease him, wrinkling your nose in that cute human way you have

“I know,” Asmo gives you an Eskimo kiss that turns into a few butterfly kisses on your mouth, leaning over you and into you.

Totally uses the string as an excuse to cuddle you and turn down any activities the bros want you to go to. (”Can’t, they’re kind of tied up.”)

Let this baby bask in his sure thing, okay? He really needs it, and you know he’s good for it

Gives you hand kisses and cuddles into you

Gets the bright idea to try to bottle the smoke that’ll erupt when you touch fingertips. Sacrifices his most beautiful perfume bottle to immortalize this moment

Catches the littlest bit, so thin that he has to hold it up to the light to see it.

Complains about probably swallowing most of it during that attempt

Is now even more shameless about demanding his cuddles and attention because you guys are destined lovers.

#Obey me!#Obey me! x Reader #Asmodeus x Reader #Asmo x Reader #Lucifer x Reader #Mammon x Reader

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caranfindel · 3 years

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Fic: You don’t know how it feels (to be me)

gen, s6 | about 3600 words | pg for language | characters: soulless sam winchester, dean winchester

synopsis: Soulless Sam tries to deal with his brother's feelings about, well, everything. Including his hair. Set in season 6, before "You Can't Handle the Truth."

An idea I had a long time ago, resuscitated by Jared's Walker haircut. The title is from "You Don't Know How It Feels" by Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers.

. . . . . .

It's a stupid case.

The manager of the county fairgrounds is a stooped, gnarled old man wearing one of those ball caps veterans wear sometimes. Gold embroidery on the dark blue hat proudly displays the name of his ship or submarine or whatever. Sam doesn't care about his ship or submarine or whatever. He doesn't care about this guy's service at all. Most days, old Blue Hat here got three meals a day and a warm, dry place to sleep in exchange for whatever he gave up. He got a pension when he was done fighting. Sam gets to scrounge for cheap food and sleep in crappy hotels when he's lucky enough to actually land someplace other than the back seat of the Impala. Sam's service to his country earned him a trip to Hell. Sam will get to stop fighting when he's dead. His only pension will be a pyre.

Sam doesn't even get to sleep any more.

(This should bother him. But the truth is, it doesn't.)

Blue Hat frowns at Sam's ID and snorts derisively. "You don't look like a Fed. You look like a goddamn hippie."

He rolls his eyes at the old man, even though he knows Dean hates it when he does that. It's something he didn't do Before, no matter how annoying or insipid the witness. Sam doesn't give a good goddamn what this guy thinks about his hair, but apparently his brother does. "He's been doing some undercover work," Dean says. "Sometimes you've got to look like a goddamn hippie to blend in."

Blue Hat sniffs his disapproval and ignores Sam for the rest of the interview, directing all of his answers to Dean. Which is fine. The old guy doesn't seem to have anything useful to add anyway. Sam leaves his brother to the pointless interview about the stupid case and wanders around the building, taking pictures of the unexplained runes that brought them here. He's bored. The sudden appearance of mysterious runes on the bland metal exterior of a county fairgrounds building feels witchy, and Sam really doesn't care about witches. Two measly deaths, quite possibly from natural causes, and now he's out here standing in cow shit. Or goat shit or pig shit. This entire day has been shit, literally and figuratively.

Dean joins him after a couple of minutes, apparently done with Blue Hat. "What do you think?" he asks.

Sam shrugs. "Too early to tell. If these runes are what Bobby thinks they are, they'll change under moonlight, but moonrise isn't until 9:05 pm."

“Jesus," Dean moans. "I can't stay awake that long. I've already gone almost two days. Let's go back to the motel and crash, and we'll hit this place again tonight."

Or not, Sam wants to say. I think you jumped on this paper-thin excuse for a job just because the alternative was sitting in a motel room with me waiting for an actual case to come up, Sam wants to say. But neither of these are things he would have said Before, and Dean is so goddamn twitchy about Sam being different than Before.

As they turn back to the Impala, Dean glances at Sam with a slight smile. "Dude's not wrong, you know."

“What?"

“You do look like a goddamn hippie." Dean's hand twitches toward Sam, like he's going to smack him on the back of the head or ruffle his hair, but he pulls back without touching him. Because they don't do that now. Casual, good-natured, brotherly contact isn't a thing now. Dean doesn't touch him unless there are injuries involved.

(This is another thing that should bother Sam. It would have, Before.)

. . .

Dean hangs his suit in the closet, sets an alarm, and collapses on top of the covers. Sam stares at his own bed. The threat of spending hours pretending to be asleep makes his skin crawl. If Dean falls asleep quickly enough, he can skip the whole charade.

“Hey, I think I'm gonna shower first," he says.

Dean doesn't open his eyes. "Just don't wake me up when you get out."

In the bathroom, Sam turns on the water but doesn't get undressed. He stands at the mirror, staring at his too-long hair. Why has he bothered to hold onto it? He remembers caring about his hair. He remembers it being a small fuck you to John, the one area in his life where he was able to cling to some autonomy. It's not that he's forgotten about that; he just doesn't give a shit any more.

And like Dean said, Blue Hat wasn't wrong. He does look like a hippie. The hair is a hazard, and it does clash with any kind of law enforcement disguise. Maybe it's time to do something about it. He has time to kill anyway, while Dean sleeps.

(Sam should care that he doesn't need to sleep any more. Dean would definitely care, if he found out. Dean cares so much about any aspect of Sam that is less normal than he thinks it ought to be. Even if it's something that makes him a better hunter. Dean didn't appreciate it when Sam could exorcise demons without killing the host, and Dean wouldn't appreciate that Sam can get so much done when he's not sleeping. He could never understand why this version of Sam is so much better than the way he was Before. It's a shame Dean hasn't discovered the option of Not Caring.)

(Sometimes Sam wonders if getting back with Dean is worth the trouble.)

(And that should bother him too.)

Sam shuts off the shower and pulls out his phone. He needs to find a barber shop in walking distance. Dean will get all pissy if he wakes up and the car is gone; less so if only Sam is missing. Luckily, there's a shop that might still be open. It's one of those ridiculous sports-themed places that presumes men are fussy toddlers who need to be distracted from the ignominy of a hair cut. At least they tend to be staffed by women, and those women tend to be prettier than average. With any luck, he can kill two birds with one stone.

When he opens the bathroom door, Dean is either asleep, or pretending to be. Sam scrawls couldn't sleep, back soon on the motel notepad and closes the door behind him as silently as possible.

(He misses his car. He didn't have an emotional attachment to it, like Dean and the Impala, but it was convenient and it suited him.)

(He doesn't actually have an emotional attachment to anything. That should bother him.)

. . .

Two stylists, both predictably prettier than average, look up when he walks in. The redhead says "sorry, sir, we're just about to close up," and continues sweeping up hair trimmings. But the brunette looks him up and down and smiles. And Sam's partial to brunettes anyway.

He gives her a once-over in return and smiles back. "Do you have time for just a quick cut? I'd be eternally grateful."

She stares at him for a minute, appraising. "Well, how could I turn down an offer of eternal gratefulness?" she says with a wink. She turns to the redhead. "Why don't you go on home. I've got this."

The redhead dumps her clippings into a trash can. "You sure?"

"I'm sure. You mind locking the door behind you? I don't want any more last-minute customers walking in."

The redhead raises her eyebrows, but gathers her purse and jacket and makes her escape as Sam settles into the brunette's chair.

“I'm Marianne," she says, as she starts to drape a cape over his shoulders.

“I'm Sam. But listen. I get too hot under those capes. Would it be okay if we skip it? And I just take my shirt off so I don't get hair all over it?"

Marianne smiles like the cat who caught the canary. "Not a problem, sweetheart."

Sam slips out of his dress shirt and drapes it over the empty chair next to him. Marianne watches him the whole time, eyes roving over the muscles exposed by his snug white undershirt. It's like shooting fish in a barrel.

He sits back in the chair and Marianne stands behind him. Her chest brushes against his shoulders. "So," she asks, "what are we doing today?"

“Shorter. Off my collar, above my ears."

She slips her fingers through his hair, measuring its length. "You sure? This length looks pretty good on you. Just needs to be cleaned up a bit."

“It's for a job. The long hair doesn't fly any more."

“Aw, that's a shame." Marianne's still running her fingers through his hair. "If you've got a lady in your life, I bet she'll miss it. A girl likes something to hold onto."

Well. The best lies are based on a kernel of truth. Sam looks into his lap and lets his smile go sad and soft. "That's kind of why I'm here. My girlfriend died and I thought I'd try to start over. New place, new job, new life. But yeah, that's always been one of my favorite things. A girl grabbing my hair in the heat of the moment. I should have tried to find someone to do that one more time before I had to cut it off."

Marianne leans forward, pressing her breasts harder against him. When he looks up, she meets his eyes in the mirror, then flicks a glance toward a door marked Employees Only. “You know," she says, "that could probably be arranged."

Seriously. Fish in a goddamn barrel.

. . .

Dean's awake when Sam gets back to the motel room, but he doesn't look up from the laptop. "Couldn't sleep?"

“I guess I napped a little in the car on the way down here," Sam lies. "And then, you know, a lot of caffeine this morning."

“Whatever. I'm not the sleep police. I hope you brought food, cause I could —" Dean looks at Sam and stops mid-sentence, mouth still open. "You cut your hair?"

“Yeah."

“Why?"

“What do you mean, why? Like old what's-his-face said, I looked like a hippie, not an FBI agent. And you've been telling me to cut it for years."

“Yeah, I have. I've been saying that for years and you've been ignoring me for years. Now some random witness calls you a hippie and you go running to Supercuts?"

Sam sighs. Dean may not be the sleep police, but he's awfully eager to step in as the hair police, enforcing his own set of laws about Sam's hair. "Why does it matter? You wanted me to cut it. Everyone wanted me to cut it. And I cut it. Can we move on now?"

It's a statement almost guaranteed to make Dean bow up in anger, but instead, he deflates. "It's just… nothing. Fine. Moving on." He closes the laptop and pulls his keys out of his coat pocket. "We've still got an hour or so before moonrise. I'm gonna go run through McDonald's. You want a chicken sandwich, or is that something else you're not interested in any more?"

Jesus Christ. This is what passes for moving on. But Sam needs that shower now, and none of this is worth arguing about.

(Few things are any more. That seems like it should matter.)

“Yeah, that sounds great, thanks."

By the time Dean gets back, the sandwich is cold and the ice in Sam's drink is mostly melted. He pretends to enjoy it anyway.

. . .

Their drive back to the fairgrounds is quiet. Dean occasionally steals an unhappy glance at Sam's hair, but doesn't say anything. Sam ignores it.

They pull into the parking lot in front of the marked building. Without even getting out of the car, they can see that the runes have changed. The broad strokes are softly luminescent, glowing a pale blue in the moonlight.

“Okay, so that answers that question," Sam says. Thank God. Now they can leave without wandering around the grounds, soaking up the barnyard smell again. Wrap this up and start working on something more important. But Dean gets out of the car and looks at Sam expectantly. Well, crap. Sam dutifully follows him closer to the building and tries to think of how he would have felt about this development Before.

“Cool," he says. Dean narrows his eyes at him. "I mean, cool that our theory was right. Not, you know, cool that someone is using this kind of spellwork to make sure their pig wins a blue ribbon at the fair. That part's… pretty awful." But Dean's still looking at him funny, so he probably overcorrected on that one. It's just hard, any more.

Dean rubs the back of his neck as he examines the glowing runes. "If that's all they're doing, more power to them. I couldn't care less. But we need to make sure that's all they're doing. I mean, people died, Sam. We need to figure out if this is why." He pulls out his phone. "Gonna take some pictures to send Bobby." There's no reason to remind him they already have pictures. If Dean thinks additional pictures are more effective and efficient than "just like this, but glowing blue," that's up to him. Sam will most likely solve the damn case later tonight anyway, while Dean sleeps.

And he almost does. Dean knocks back a couple of glasses of whiskey when they get back to the motel, and falls asleep pretty soon after that. Sam doesn't bother to feign sleep — Dean doesn't seem to care, right now, whether his brother gets any sleep or not. But when Sam realizes his own photos missed a crucial corner of the building, he opens his brother's phone and finds his last text to Bobby. There's only one picture, and it's not glowing runes. It's him. Just a dark, slightly blurry picture of Sam, obviously taken earlier that night at the fairgrounds. And a text conversation.

See, I told you, it's short. I don't know what's going on. I swear he's just different.

Yeah, I get it. It's different. He's different. But what'd you expect? Of course he's not the same as he was. Hell changed him.

It didn't change me this much.

His Hell wasn't the same as yours. I know it didn't last very long, but remember, he was in the cage with the devil. We don't know what happened to him in there. Give him some time.

Well. Fuck. Dean's talking about him behind his back. Dean doesn't trust him. Dean thinks, once again, that something is wrong with him.

(That would have hurt, Before. Now it's just an annoyance. A distraction. Something to be dealt with.)

Yes, Hell changed him. Hell burned away all the crap, all the useless feelings, the guilt and shame and fear of failure. Hell purified him. Hell carved out the weakness and left nothing but pure, strong hunter. Dean, of all people, should appreciate the result. But Dean does not, and now Sam has to cater to his tiresome attachment to everything Sam was Before.

Fine. He can make that work.

Sam quietly puts Dean's phone back on the nightstand. He strips down to boxers and his t-shirt, sets an alarm, and crawls into bed. Pretending to sleep is tedious, but a couple of hours of boredom right now might spare him weeks of Dean's moodiness about him being different.

(As if Hell could leave you untouched. As if anyone in their right mind would expect that. As if Dean himself didn't know this first hand, for fuck's sake.)

. . .

Sam spends the next day focusing on acting the way he did Before. When his alarm goes off he stretches, yawns, and pretends he had a good night's sleep. He goes for a run, brings back coffee, showers quickly, and rolls his eyes when Dean makes a crack about him being able to spend less time in the shower now. At breakfast, he smiles at the (cute, definitely worth a bang) waitress, but doesn't flirt or even check her out as she walks away. He's figured out that Dean wants Sam to want to get laid (but not too much; he's definitely not supposed to want it as much as Dean wants it) but for some reason doesn't want him to actually get lucky. And he definitely would have gotten lucky. He spends the day looking empathetic, acting like this whole thing hasn't been a colossal waste of time. Like he cares about everything. About anything.

(God, it's exhausting.)

It turns out the deaths probably don't have anything to do with the witch at all. They return to the fairgrounds one last time, where Sam plants hex bags and paints runes on the corners of the building that will block the witch's simple spells - not that he cares whether the witch achieves anything or not, just on principle. His own runes are small and subtle enough that this novice witch (they must be a novice; no one with any experience would be naive enough to make their work so noticeable) won't even know they're in place. And if the witch escalates, well, that's not exactly Sam's problem.

When he's finished, he wipes his hands on his jeans and says "We should get Chinese for dinner. When's the last time you ate a vegetable?" Because monitoring everyone's vegetable intake is something he did Before.

They're finishing Chinese takeout in their motel room (beef with broccoli for Dean, eggplant in garlic sauce for Sam, because occasional bouts of vegetarianism were also a thing he did Before) when he catches Dean looking at his hair, very clearly wanting to say something.

So. It's go time.

Sam tries to make his eyes big and sad. The puppy dog look, Dean always called it. It was never intentional Before, but now he has to work at it. "Listen," he says. "I owe you an apology. I haven't been telling you the whole truth."

“No shit," Dean says. He's trying to sound nonchalant, but his body language screams that he's bracing for something. "So, spill it. What's your big confession?"

(That I don't care about any of this. This piddly little case. My hair. You. Nothing. And you can't imagine, Dean, you cannot even begin to imagine the incredible freedom of not caring. I wish you could, but you just can't.)

No, he can't say any of that. But the best lies are built on a kernel of truth.

Sam takes a deep, anxious breath and looks at Dean. No, wait. Look away. "You know, I told you I don't remember Hell. And I really don't. Not consciously, anyway. But when we were fighting those demons a couple of weeks ago, one of them grabbed me by the hair, and I felt something… it was a sense memory, I guess. It felt like Hell, for some reason. Like it was something that happened to me in Hell, someone grabbing my hair and pulling my head back and getting ready to cut my throat or… whatever."

He doesn't have to elaborate on whatever. Dean knows the whatevers of Hell better than anyone. He's probably dealing with a little sense memory of his own right now, of clutching someone's hair and pulling their head back in preparation for whatever. And now Sam does look at his brother, who is staring at him with wide, horrified eyes.

“Ever since then," Sam continues, "I just feel like I've been on the verge of remembering something. Something I don't want to remember. And I'm tired of worrying that I'm gonna have a Hell flashback every time I wash my hair."

Dean looks like he's going to vomit. Perfect.

“I'm sorry," Sam says. "It threw me, and I just didn't want to talk about it. But I shouldn't have kept it from you."

For a second, he's sure he has gone too far. Dean is going to say what's this bullshit, Sam, you would never apologize for something like that, so tell me what's really going on. But he doesn't. He stares at Sam for a minute, then looks away and wipes a hand down his face.

“Yeah, okay. Okay. You, ah. You good now? Is it working?"

Sam shrugs. "Hard to say. It hasn't been very long. But yeah, I feel a little more… stable, I guess."

And then it’s time to go for the kill.

Sam gives him the sad smile. (He never used to think of it as a sad smile; never used to think of it as anything at all. It was just what his face did. Every expression requires so much thought now.) "Listen. I know things are weird. I know I'm weird. Different. I know it's hard for you. If this is all more than you want to deal with right now, I understand."

Dean frowns. "What are you saying?"

“Just, I can go back with Samuel and his crew if you don't want to do this any more. You and me, I mean. No hard feelings, I promise."

Dean's face crumples. "What? No, fuck, no, Sam. I don't. You and me, we're good. I'm just getting used to things. That's all."

“Okay." Sam gives his best approximation of a grateful smile.

“So. Uh." Dean looks around the room nervously, like he's waiting for the other shoe to fall, then stands. "I think I'm gonna go get a drink. You wanna come with, or…"

Even if Sam believed Dean really wanted him to come along — and he doesn't; this is obviously Dean's way of retreating from a situation he doesn't want to think about — pretending to sleep when Dean's gone is one of the easier ways of making it look like he actually does sleep sometimes. "No. I'm beat," he says. "I think I'll just go to bed."

“Okay. Yeah. That sounds like a good idea." Dean takes his keys out of his pocket and anxiously tosses them in his hand. When he finally does turn to Sam, he looks at his hair, not his eyes. "Hey, you know, it does. It does look good on you."

Sam ducks his head shyly, like someone who's not used to praise. Who doesn't think he deserves it. "Thanks." When he looks up, Dean is already halfway out the door, putting as much space between himself and his little brother's hellscape as possible.

(Seriously. Fish in a fucking barrel.)

#my fic #sam winchester #dean winchester #soulless sam is my spirit animal #spn #season 6

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chibinekochan · 3 years

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Angel in Hell Season 2 part 1

Angel in hell season one -

Previously on Angel in Hell:

Satan destroyed half a building.

You are an angel and came to hell as an exchange student. You had to stay in Human Mc's old room. Human Mc died in a tragic accident.

All the demon boys are being very weird.

Somehow you have a pact with the brothers?

Ultimately it's revealed that you were the human Mc before you became an angel.

On top of that, Simeon is your mentor/friend and Lucifer proclaimed that you have to stay no matter what. Lucifer is basically ready to declare war just for you.

Now you will have to decide what to do.

Will you go back to heaven? Will you remember your past life and risk becoming a demon yourself? Who are you even? Is Lucifer serious about his threat? What are the other brothers going to do now?

There also might be a romance here somewhere.

Gen. reader insert.

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You wake up. For a brief moment, you feel almost normal.

Until the memories from yesterday start to flood your mind.

It still feels very raw. “I was human…” You whisper to yourself.

You shake your head. It's no use staying in bed and pondering over this.

The overwhelming urge of just being normal again rushes over you.

You stand up and take your usual shower; the hot water feels pleasant on your skin. It feels like it washes all of your pain away.

You dress, somehow it feels strange to have your usual angel clothes on your body.

You sigh and keep your hand on the doorknob. How will you face everyone today?

No! You have to eat at least, even when it's going to be awkward.

You open the door, only to almost fall over a tray. It's filled with food. You see a note on top of it. Undoubtedly written by the brothers.

Hey, we hope you are okay.

Text us when you are done eating!

We just want to know if you are okay.

You got the whole week off, so please rest.

Text us if you need anything. I will bring some books later.

I bring some mangas or games or umm well whatever you want.

You're not alone, no matter what.

P.S.: Lucifer is stupid.

This note makes you smile, you can tell that they all fought about what to write and that some of them just added some stuff.

You take the food inside. They really are good people.

Despite everything, they still did their best for you. Maybe it was only because of your past with them? This thought hurts.

You start eating but can only finish about half of it. Despite it being all of your favorite foods.

It makes you feel pretty guilty.

Then you hear the notification sound from your phone.

It's a message from Luke. You can only see half of it. He is asking if you are okay.

You feel tempted to answer no, but just put the phone away.

Next, you lay on your bed for a while. Thoughts start to swirl endlessly in your head.

So many things at the same time cross your mind. You yell out from frustration. This won't bring anything.

You get up from your bed and decide to go for a walk.

You just quickly text the brothers a thank you and Luke a brief message informing him that you need some space.

Then you leave the building.

It feels good somehow. You don't have a clear goal in mind and just wander into town.

All this noise helps a bit, the random things in the windows distract you.

This almost feels normal, even if a bit lonely.

You are engrossed in an outfit when someone addresses you.

"It's lovely, isn't it? I bet it would look lovely on you." You know this voice very well. It's Asmo.

"Hey, Asmo…" You have talked often before, but right now it's kind of awkward.

"I know there are a ton of things that we all need to talk about, but you know what. I just really want to go shopping and forget about everything right now. So how about we just pretend all of this stuff didn't happen and have some fun?" Asmo seems to have a lot on his mind as well.

He must be equally hit by everything. He looks like he didn't get a wink of sleep. You don't mention that.

"You know what. You are right. I was feeling a bit lonely anyway." Somehow it feels good to run into Asmo like this. His offer just seems like what you need right now.

“In that case, it's a shopping date!” Asmo is suddenly very giddy.

Seeing this makes you smile a little.

You both head into so many stores and Asmo finds so much that he wants you to try on. It's very exhausting, but in the end, you both find something.

“We should go to that new coffee shop before heading back home.” Asmo seems to just want to rest a bit.

“I'm pretty beat and having something sweet sounds great.” The image of fresh cake pops into your head.

Asmo offers you a cheerful nod.

You go to the coffee shop, and your table is in a secluded corner.

After you get your coffee, Asmo is suddenly very gloomy. “I know I said I just want to forget about everything, but I just have to say it: I'm very ashamed of what I did. I brought you to the club and caused this whole mess since I didn't watch over you. I'm truly sorry.” Asmo is guilt written. This must truly weigh on his mind.

“I don't blame you for what happened. I'm not a small child anymore, and while that demon was a creep, you can't constantly watch me.” You feel glum, but you know Asmo did nothing wrong.

“I was also a big butt when Satan rightfully called me out. It only made it worse. I also feel extremely bad about lying to you. Not only that, but I mean you were back. That was all that was important to me.” Asmo groans and sways his head. He must feel very remorseful.

“I'm not back, though…” At least not as far as you are concerned.

Asmo smiles ruefully at you. “You're right. They have lost their life…but you are still so similar… That makes this even harder.” It seems hard for Asmo to admit this. “At the start, I was just so happy to have my friend back. It wasn't important to me that you had lost your memories or that you are an angel now. That just meant I could persuade you with my charm and that we could just make new memories together…” Asmo takes another deep breath, deep sadness reflects in his eyes. “I now realize I was mistaken. It was unfair to you and o your former self. I was a terrible friend, and I can only hope you will forgive me and trust me that I will do better from now on.” Asmo looks like he is about to cry.

It hurts to see him like this.

You take a sip of your coffee, letting his words sink in for a moment. “I can't even imagine what you have been through. Seeing a loved one that died… I don't know what I would do in a situation like that. I like spending time with you, and could use some support.” You know there are many difficult decisions that you will have to make.

Asmo gently puts a hand on top of yours. You look puzzled.

“I will always support you no matter what.” He smiles at you. This seems to be the first time he undoubtedly looks at you.

“Thank you Asmo.” You smile back at him, feeling like a weight has been lifted from you.

Then you both talk about various topics and finish your cake and head back to the dorm.

You feel much better.

“Yo…umm…are you doing alright?” You run right into Mammon in front of the gate.

He seems extremely uncomfortable.

“Not really but I'm working on it. Asmo helped me to feel a bit better.” You give him a slight smile.

Mammon glares at Asmo.

“We ran into each other in the city.” Asmo lifts his hand in defense.

“Is that right?” Mammon seems a bit doubtful.

“Yeah, I was just kinda walking to clear my head, and that's when we met.” You aren't certain what the issue is.

“Ah…well, umm, do you have some time now?” Mammon shifts awkwardly around.

“Aren't you just being cute Mammon? Asmo giggles.

“Come on, I just have to talk about some important stuff.” Mammon huffs.

"Alright, I will give my big brother some space. Have fun you two." Asmo waves to you and walks to the dorm.

Mammon mumbles something.

"Anyway… Do you have some time?" Mammon asks again.

"Sure." You can tell it's urgent to him.

Mammon looks relieved. "Great, let's go to my room."

When you arrive at his room, you can see it's a big mess. Mammon just realizes this with slight panic.

"Aghhh… I-I should've cleaned." Mammon seems frustrated.

"It's alright." You don't care right now.

Mammon just makes some space for you two." Well…okay just come sit here."

You sit down on the sofa beside him.

"First I want to ask how you are… Though I kinda can imagine you must be upset and feeling all kinds of things. This whole mess really shouldn't have happened. We should have been honest. I mean I know we couldn't, but we are demons, there is no need for us to follow the rules, right?" Mammon gets pretty worked up and takes a deep breath. "No, never mind that." He shakes his head. "I just want to make sure you know that I want you to be happy. I know it's a lot to ask for right now.” Mammon takes a deep breath. “It's all messy and I don't even know how to feel either. I just want to wake up and feel normal again. Ever since you… they…died everything is just a huge mess.” Mammon pauses for a moment. “We were never a normal family, and we lost Lilith before. That messed us all up. Then when we lost the one thing that was important to all of us, and we never recovered from that.” Mammon shakes his head. “I never recovered at least. It was like I got punched and gutted every day.” Mammon's hands are trembling. “Seeing you was just like that too, but kinda worse. It was nice to see your face, but you are a different person now but not really. It's just… I-I can't understand it… I'm sorry it's just so confusing." Mammon just puts his face in his hands. He starts crying, which really surprises you.

Mammon is filled with grief, confusion.

You place your hand on his trembling back.

"I'm sorry you have to see this…" It sounds like Mammon wasn't expecting all of his emotions to just break out like this.

“It's alright Mammon. Thank you for telling me this.” Seeing him this distraught hurts you. You feel like crying too, you gently caress his back, to console him. There are no words that you two can even share.

It's almost like Mammon is finally truly weeping for what he lost.

You can only be there and watch over him.

You don't know for how long Mammon is crying, and it doesn't really matter.

Then a knock on the door makes you both almost jump up.

“I'm busy!” Mammon yells, trying to mask his hoarse voice.

“I need the book you stole.” Much to your surprise, it's Satan's voice.

“I know nothing about some books.” Mammon looks caught.

Satan opens the door, seemingly done with this. “I'm done playing games Mammon…”

His eyes meet yours, silently sitting on the couch, next to the red-eyed Mammon.

“What in the devildom are you doing?” Satan narrows his eyes.

“We were just talking.” You don't want any more misunderstandings.

“Yeah, none of your business anyway.” Mammon is pouting.

“I thought we agreed to leave them space and why are your eyes red?” Satan isn't sure what happened, but it bothers him.

"I tried this new deodorant and got it in his eyes. I was just helping him." You can tell Mammon is uncomfortable about crying.

Mammon just nods and goes along with it. "Yeah exactly, what are you even thinking? Accusing me of crying? Get a grip…and I got no books at all." Mammon is huffing.

Satan only makes a fed up motion with his hand and grabs a book right from the floor. "Whatever. You should come with me. I have a few things we should discuss." Satan pays little attention to Mammon and looks at you.

"Sure." You assume that Satan had some thoughts about yesterday.

"I am done here anyway." Mammon is slightly pouting, but he also seems to be extremely tired.

You think he will need space to come to terms with everything.

Satan is not even looking at Mammon. You wonder if they fought.

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All these lovely comments finally got me to write this.

I hope this will be a great ride.

Also, if anyone wants to be added/removed from my taglist, please contact me.

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louiseleblancdiggory · 4 years

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Spooky unpredictableness

31 Days of Spooktober

Day 4/31

Cassian fully believed his girlfriend was a demon.

Not in the bad sense of the thing, even though whenever he told her that she would reply by saying that there wasn’t a good sense in that. No, Cassian just believed that Nesta could not be human. There was a series of reasons to that, but the biggest one was that his girlfriend couldn’t be scared.

Haunted houses, horror movies, pranks, jump scares… Nothing drew more than a simple frown from Nesta. Cassian just knew that she could walk into Hell itself and probably scare the Devil before being scared by him.

And so obviously, Cassian spent the whole month of October trying to scare her.

He didn’t do it as much during the rest of the year, but there was something about Halloween season that just made him insanely tempted to giive Ness a good fright. She wasn’t like Feyre who hated scary pranks, or like Elain who would scream and laugh seconds later. Nests didn’t react, and so she didn’t particularly care if Cassian tried to scare her or not.

“I’ll get you this year.” Cassian said, eyes narrowed as he stared at Nesta.

She only smiled sarcastically over her coffee mug, reading the news on her phone. “You couldn’t make me gasp from surprise even if your life depended on it, sweetheart.”

Cassian jaw fell slightly, and he crossed his arms over his chest. “I’m sorry?”

Nesta raised her icy grey-blue eyes to him, a light-brown eyebrow raised. “We know each other for seven years. We date for four. Tell me one time you got a reaction like that from scaring or surprising me. Let’s be honest, Cass, I can’t be scared and you have become predictable. It’s ok, it’s how our relationship works.”

“I will surprise you.”

“Uh-huh.” Nesta murmured, going back to her coffee and news.

“I mean it.”

“Of course you do.” Nesta’s ironic smile only grew. “Why don’t you go to Halloween spirit buy a Michael Myers mask? You can try catching me when I’m getting out of the bathroom. No, wait, this is not very original. Haven’t you done this already too? Like three times.”

Cassian huffed, getting up from the table. “You’ll see, Nesta Archeron.”

“Want to bet?”

He, stupidly and recklessly, assented. “Yes, I actually do.”

“Very well, name your conditions.” Nesta’s face was probably hurting from her smile.

“If I make you obviously surprised, and I mean even a gasp, I win. If by the end of the month this doesn’t happen, you win. The winner can ask anything and the loser has to say yes.”

Nesta raised her eyebrows, low laughs coming out of her. “Oh, I’m in. You’re so fucked.”

He walked out of the kitchen, Nesta’s laughs following him until he closed the bedroom’s door.

He would never admit it to anyone, especially to Nesta, but she was somewhat right. It’s not that Cassian had never tried to surprise her, but Nesta was always one step ahead, always noticing stuff he thought he had hidden well. She knew him way too well, and getting anything that would be actually surprising to her was near impossible.

And then there was the fact that Nesta couldn’t be scared. It wasn’t something solely based on Cassian, but just in general. Both Feyre and Elain would always tell the rest of their friend group that Nesta was never scared, especially during Halloween when she knew things were fake. She had been a serious kid, and nothing, absolutely nothing, would even force a surprised gasp out of her.

He was dating a goddamn evil genius, and he would need to step up his game a lot if he wished ti get Nesta to at least widen her eyes.

And so Cassian paced his room all throughout breakfast time. He mentally annotated some ideas for actual scares, but nothing that he truly believed that would make Ness surprised. After thirty minutes of nothing, he sighed, throwing himself on their bed.

At least he hadn’t bet with her.

Oh, wait.

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Nesta adored Halloween.

People usually believed that because of her serious demeanor, she was the type of person to hate the holiday, but to be honest, since she was a kid Nesta had loved Halloween time. She liked the autumn aesthetic, the elaborated decorations, the horror movie marathons. She loved the candy sales and how everyone was minding their own fucking business and not shoving their noses of hers.

Above all, Nesta adored Halloween because it never scared her.

Since she was little she would watch slasher movies and while her sisters squirmed and screamed, she was intently watching the story. Haunted houses in amusement parks were fun because of other people’s reactions, because they also always failed to make her jumpy. Spooky prank wars with her sisters was easy because they could never scare her, but were easily scared by her.

In short, Halloween was Nesta’s holiday and she made sure to enjoy every single second of October.

It also didn’t hurt how hilarious she found her boyfriend trying to scare her every year. At this point, he had already tried everything from masks to fake insects, jump scares to fake blood. He would even sometimes run out of ideas and repeat the same prank as if she would have magically grown terrified of plastic spiders. She found his dedication both cute and funny, but also effortless. She had gone twenty four years without falling for these pranks, and it was very unlikely that things would change now.

Sometimes she thought about asking Cassian to stop doing them. It was a waste of his money, but he seemed to enjoy them so much that Nesta just couldn’t bring herself to burst his bubble. There was also a very smug part of her that thrived on always winning their unspoken Halloween matches, but she’d never say this out loud if only to maintain her cold and detached nature about these childish pranks.

All those factors together were what made her, in the following morning, taste her sugar before pouring it into her coffee.

She turned to Cassian who was sitting at the table and intently not looking at her. “Really, Cassian? Salt instead of sugar? Not even my dad would fall for that one.”

Cassian scolded, but refused to look at her. Nesta simply smiled and laughed smugly, looking around the cabinets for what was labeled salt but was actually sugar.

“You got it on a Buzzfeed article, didn’t you? I told you those things will fry your brain and it’s not like you have neurons to spare.”

His head whipped in her direction, eyes narrowed and defiant. “I will surprise you, Nesta Archeron. You’re in for a fucking ride if you think not.”

Nesta smiled coyly, letting her coffee mug on the counter as she slowly walked to Cassian. “Really?”

“Yes.” His jaw was tight, but there was something about his expression that was slightly off, that was slightly different.

Ignoring the fact that she was probably being paranoid, Nesta laughed, sitting on Cassian’s lap and putting her arms around his shoulders. He was stiff under her, something that only made her laugh once more. “Cass, our relationship is not based on surprises. As much as it pains me to say, since the beginning you understood most of me, and I understood most of you. And that was a long time ago. There isn’t any aces to play, no rabbit inside the hat. Our relationship is transparent and it’s good that it’s this way.”

“You can still surprise me.” He grumbled.

“You are easily impressionable.”

“Fuck off.” Cassian’s brood broke, and he let out a huffed chuckle. “This has not convinced me to stop, just so you know.”

Nesta jumped off his lap, smirking as she went back to grab her coffee. “I never hoped it would.”

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It was October 31th finally.

As much as Nesta still believed she couldn’t be surprised, Cassian sure as hell was trying. Worst was, he wasn’t trying hard, he was just trying a lot.

In the past year the pranks were elaborate and hard to build, but this time they were… classics.

Fake bugs inside your drawers, mayo instead of toothpaste, garlic inside the Oreos. The type of shit that would make you want to throw the thing away, but not really the type of stuff to frighten you. He did buy some masks and put them in random places of the house to scare her, which obviously didn’t happen. He tried to get her scared by doing jump scares after they watched a horror movie, by turning on and off the lights whenever she was alone in a room. He tried the whole mirror thing that, whenever the bathroom was too hot, the words “help” would show up in it.

It was funny and he obviously thought about it, but there was something missing. There was something that was essentially Cassian not being put into those pranks. It’s like he was actually getting his ideas from Buzzfeed, and he would definitely know that none of those things would actually surprise her.

To be honest, she was somewhat disappointed. Nesta would never say it out loud, but she liked the pranks. It was a part of her relationship with Cassian since they started dating— before even— and this year it had been… boring, predictable.

Exactly what she had said it would be.

As she padded to the kitchen on Halloween morning, Nesta wondered if Cassian was doing it on purpose because of what she had said. Wondered if he had made it purposefully predictable to make her regret her own words.

She stopped in front of the fridge, shaking her head. This wasn’t Cassian’s style, no. If he was pissed about what she had said, he would have talked to her. The one in the relationship that usually brooded and was middle vindictive was her. A lot less than she was in the beginning of the relationship, and something she was constantly working on. It wasn’t that she was a mean person, but Nesta had learned to bottle her emotions so much, had learned to treat everyone so coldly as a defense mechanism, that sometimes she would panic and those would be her initial reactions.

It was a slow process— becoming more and more the person she wished to be. A lot of it had been done because of the amazing support she had from Cassian and from her sisters, but Nesta was also proud to recognize that a lot had to do with only herself.

No, Cassian wouldn’t be cruel and do something like that. Nesta knew this because, during the years that she took to overcome her trauma and get to know herself more, she had also gotten to know Cassian more. And he was never cruel, never mean.

Nesta shook her head, clearing her head of thoughts as she opened the fridge.

She could only stare at the jar in front of her, torn between sighing or laughing. She grabbed it, turning around to look at Cassian who had just entered the kitchen. “Really, Cass?”

Cassian huffed, spreading his arms. “Not even a gasp?!”

Nesta chuckled, setting the jar down on the counter. It was big and filled with a green liquid. What was supposed to be scary was the head inside that looked a lot like Rhysand’s. “Bold of you to assume I wouldn’t be happy if this was actually Rhys’s head.”

Cassian laughed, shaking his head. “You’ve got to let the grudge go.”

“I have!” Nesta deadpanned, examining the jar. “Most of the times, at least.”

“Well, looks like I failed.” Cassian said, and Nesta raised an eyebrow at his tone. He didn’t sound defeated, he sounded smug.

“Yes, you did.” Nesta announced, eyes narrowing at Cassian. “What the fuck are you smug about?”

His smile widened. “Nothing.”

“Fuck off, Cassian. If you honestly think I’ll let you surprise me on the last day, you’re mistaken.” Nesta rolled her eyes, turning back to the fridge to grab some grapes. “If you honestly think I’ll—“

And right there, for the first time in her entire life, Nesta found herself absolutely shocked when she turned around. A loud gasp left her mouth, the grapes she’d been holding falling to the ground and rolling all the way to where Cassian was kneeling, a complacent grin on his lips. He was holding a small black box, a simple silver band with small black diamonds on it.

“Well, well, well, Nesta Archeron. If that gasp wasn’t like fucking music to my ears.”

She placed a hand over her mouth, eyes wide. “Cassian…”

“If I remember our bet correctly, which I do,” he winked at her, holding the velvet black box higher. “I believe I had the right to anything I want and you have to say yes.”

Nesta let out an incredulous laugh, her head shaking. “I should have guessed that your shitty pranks weren’t because you were tired.”

Cassian threw his head back and laughed. “No, they weren’t. I thought that by making your expectations for pranks this year be lower, this whole thing would be more surprising.”

“Are you proposing to me only to win a bet, you asshole?”

Cassian grinned again, hazel eyes shining against his brown skin. “No, but you need to admit it has come in handy. I had been planning this for weeks, and then you asked if I wanted to bet I could surprise you. Honestly, you set yourself up to this. And I haven’t proposed yet, chill a little, woman.”

Nesta laughed again, eyeing Cassian. He was still wearing only the shorts he wore to bed, his shoulder-length hair a mess of curls. His face still looked slightly puffy, his usual sharp cheekbones red from happiness. Nesta guessed she wasn’t much better; she was wearing one of his white shirts, light brown hair falling down to her shoulders.

“So, are you going to ask or not? I don’t have all day.”

“So bossy, what am I getting myself into?” Cassian said ironically, but soon his face softened, smile becoming loving. “Nesta Archeron, even though you don’t have another option that it’s not a yes, would you give me the pleasure of marrying me so I can spend the rest of my Halloweens trying to scare you?”

Nesta chuckled merrily, nodding. “Yes, and even if I wasn’t forced to say yes because of this bet, I would have said it nonetheless.”

Cassian got up, immediately sliding the ring into Nesta’s finger, his other hand sneaking around her waist. He pulled her against him, a huge smile overtaking his mouth as he pressed his lips to hers. “I know you would. You’re not that unpredictable either, sweetheart.”

A/N: Oh, hello Nessian, it’s been a while... I had this idea during September and didn’t know who to give it to, but I realized today how good it fits what I imagine the Nessian long term relationship would look like! Hope you guys like it and about the kinktober: I know it was supposed to be Sunday but I was procrastinating so it’s gonna be here around 3 AM probs

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aceofspadegrass · 3 years

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niragi bullying kids but i think the kids should start bullying back

Bully The Angry Licorice They Said. It’ll Be Fine They Said

Characters: Last Boss, Niragi Suguru, Cabot

Genre: Just some funky bullying. And a little murder.

1.7k words

Niragi really do be bullying children. Even if the children are kind of dickheads in return.

As you see, I am bad at bullying. What I am good at is just calling the other person very dramatic names.

Also Last Boss is just watching the entire thing.

Sorry it's a little bad.

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If there was anything Last Boss preferred to do other than follow Niragi around, it was just sit in his room alone with Cabot, but sadly that wasn’t an option. Niragi didn’t let him sit in his room, poking him awake with his own cat and then dragging him outside for reasons the other hasn’t even told him yet.

Cabot meows quietly in his ear, paws resting on his shoulder as she perched there, watching the world pass by her. Last Boss feels her nuzzle the side of his head, tickling his ear, Last Boss gently reaching up and scratching her where she liked it. She purrs happily, and Last Boss goes back to focusing his attention on Niragi, who saunters down the halls, gun at his side as always. He doesn’t bother to ask Niragi where they were even going, or why exactly he needed him there. Niragi was weird and usually had his own plans that he acts out of a simple impulsive whim, and sometimes Last Boss was simply dragged into it. Maybe because Niragi kind of thought his presence was intimidating and cool.

Or maybe he was just lonely and Last Boss was the only person willing to be in the same room and not judge him for trying to peel a banana with a coin.

They both end up outside, Last Boss slowly blinking as Niragi walks to one of the cars, glancing back at Last Boss and jerking his head towards it, that cocky smile on his face. “ Well? Come on, we don’t have all day.” Niragi called out to Last Boss, who shuffles over. “ Technically, we do…..” He says, low and quiet enough that Niragi would’ve never heard him as he makes it to the car, opening the passenger door. Niragi was already inside and turning it on, Last Boss slipping inside and shutting the door. He snaps on the seatbelt, Cabot comfortably tucked inside Last Boss’ hood and kneading close to the nape of his neck, where the fabric was.

Niragi drives off, not even wearing his own belt, and Last Boss braces his feet against the bottom part of the car as Niragi races down the empty streets with reckless abandon, the vehicle swerving this way and that. Last Boss had to keep his head down to even process it, the outside making him a little dizzy from how violently Niragi was going. Cabot was at least keeping him stable, her constant kneading against his neck familiar and slow.

He doesn’t know where they where even going until Niragi shuts off the car, Last Boss finally looking up and around him. It seemed to be a simple shopping district, Niragi already walking away without him. Last Boss stays put and watches Niragi, silently testing how far he’d go before realizing (or simply just remembering) that he was there too.

Cabot meows, wriggling herself out and landing on his lap, Last Boss looking down at her. She stretches, and proceeds to also make biscuits on his leg before staring up directly at him.

“…. He’ll come back sooner or later, so ….” He tells Cabot, and as if even mentioning his existence summons the demon himself, there was a loud knock at the window, Cabot scrambling off into the back of the car. Last Boss looks up, staring directly at Niragi in silence, face blank. He didn’t appreciate him scaring Cabot, Niragi just staring back.

“ Come on! I didn’t kidnap you to be lazy and sit there! Come on! I want to walk around!” Niragi knocks on the window again, and Last Boss opens the door, if only to stop him from pounding so impatiently. Niragi backs away to let Last Boss exit, the taller of the two waiting until Cabot hops out and rubs against the duo’s legs in content. Last Boss bends down and pets her, Niragi just staying where he was for a few seconds. He leaves when Cabot focused her primary attention on her owner, strolling off. Last Boss follows him silently, Cabot keeping pace with him.

Niragi wasn’t lying when he said he wanted to walk around, quite literally going inside buildings and straight back out, looking at random trinkets that each shop housed. Last Boss stayed outside most of the time, only coming in when Niragi calls him in to show him something that caught his attention, only to leave it there and wander off somewhere else. Nothing went into Niragi’s possession as far as Last Boss was aware, always set down where it was originally. At one point it almost looked like Niragi would take an old handheld console, but all he did was suddenly ramble on about how long it took for him to beat Sonic before putting it down and walking away.

He looks down at Cabot, who was pawing at a stray dust ball. “ He’s happy about things other than violence. He has a brain, isn’t that nice.” He mumbles, out of Niragi’s hearing range, Cabot batting the dust ball away and chasing after it.

There was a shout deeper in the store, and Last Boss goes to investigate, although at his own pace. Niragi could handle himself, he was sure, so he didn’t feel the need to hurry.

“ What the fuck!? Who the fuck are you!” It was a younger voice, Last Boss slowly blinking as he makes it to where the shout came from. Niragi was standing there, door open, Last Boss peeking in. There, all in the corner surrounded by blankets, pillows, and old thrown away cans, were a bunch of kids, perhaps no older than 14 at best. One of them was aiming a baseball bat in their direction, Niragi scoffing and leaning his weight to the left. “ I should be asking you that question. What are you all doing back here, eh? This place is shit.” Niragi smirks, Last Boss watching the interaction in the background.

“ So? Not like what you had is much better, old man!” “ Wh- Old man?! I’ll have you know that I’m fucking youthful as hell! You look like fucking babies!” Niragi growls, the lead kid smirking and turning the bat in their hand, the light in the room illuminating the dark splotches upon the wood. “ At least we’re decades more spry than you! You may look good, but I bet that your old man bones are gonna fail you!” “ I take care of myself, excuse you! I’ll fucking shoot you right here, don’t think I won’t!” Niragi points his gun at the children with a snarl, a few of the children hiding behind whatever they could. Last Boss didn’t know what to make of any of this, but the determination and bravery on the baseball bat wielding kid was impressive, the kid laughing in the face of death.

“ Oh, too much of a pussy to take a few words? You look like you buy your clothes off the bargain rack! No, even better! You stole them from the thrift store!” Niragi only got more angry it seemed, and as a warning shot a few bullets into the ground, a few yelps coming through from the other end. Last Boss blinks, and looks to Niragi for a second. He seemed infuriated by the kid, and likely wasn’t about to take any of it sitting down.

“ You think you’re so tough, but I’ll show you! I’ll show all of you! You’re just kids, and I’m an adult with a gun!” The other kid snorts. “ Yeah, surrrreeeee…… Bet you think you’re tough too! You look like you try too hard.I mean, look at that face! Piercings all on one side? You look like you have silver moles! They look stupid on you!” The kid retorts with a smug grin, and Niragi huffs.

“ And you look like a generic background character that doesn’t even get a name! Who the fuck made that face? Oh man, your mom probably looked like a hag!” Niragi cackles at his own statement, Last Boss slowly blinking as Niragi looks back at him with a satisfied smirk. “ At least I have a mom! You look like yours went and taught you how to be a badly printed pool!” Niragi rolls his eyes at the kid. “ At least it didn’t print little volcanos on my face! Unlike someone.” The leader glaring at him.

“ That’s just how I look! I’ll get super sexy and all the girls and boys will adore me! You’ll look like a wrinkled pocket receipt , ready to decompose and die Niragi rolls his eyes, and he shoots again, closer. “ You say one more thing and I’ll blow you like a piñata.” The kid grins, and his stupid mouth begins to open,” So in other words, you would blow me? Ewwwww! The weird bag of Adderall and crack is gonna get us! I’m sooooo scared~” He smugly and sarcastically replies, a few other kids joining in a little in laughing.

“ He looks like a discarded charcoal grill!” “ Probably smells like overflowing garbage-“ “ Hey! Do you think he even has a brain in there? Probably filled with tapioca pudding! Ooh, or just black beans!” There was a faint click, and Last Boss doesn’t even have time to react properly then Niragi let bullets fly from his beloved gun.

He sighs once the other end were nothing more than flesh, and turns to Last Boss, grinning. “ I’m gonna head to the other store.” He rolls his eyes, resting his gun back on his shoulder as he leaves. “ They really think they could get away with calling me names?” Niragi grumbles on his way out, and Last Boss merely blinks, not even looking back. Cabot comes around on his way out, demanding pats. Last Boss kneels down and runs his hand from back all the way to her tail, Cabot purring. “ He smells more like a sad sandcastle, actually.” Last Boss mutters, and Cabot meows in agreement, the cat climbing him like a short child using a countertop to reach her favourite cereal on the shelf. He stands up and shuffles his way back near Niragi’s side, not at all ready to deal with his angry grumbling for the next half hour.

#aib #alice in borderland #aib fanfic #alice in borderland fanfic #niragi suguru #last boss #takatora samura #last boss deserves a cat #cabot's back :D #she's just vibing doing her own thing #i sure am bad at being a bully-#ask

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jinjojess · 3 years

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超高校級の英雄 V3: Danganstuck Classpects V3

Okay, okay.

Enough waiting around; let’s get this up and ready to go.

These are obviously just my own opinions on things, and as such are very closely tied to my own personal interpretations of both the V3 characters and also of the classpects themselves. For clarity’s sake, I based the aspect rationalizations from the official lore here, and I used the MSPA wiki for direction with the classes.

Just as a quick note, I used some of the FTE info (which is debatable in its veracity) for some of the assignments. Sorry, gotta work with what I have to work with. Also, if anything is expanded on in Homestuck 2, I have no idea, as I haven’t read it (or the epilogues, for that matter).

Akamatsu Kaede Prince(ss) of Time Derse Dreamer The Land of Sharps and Flats

Going off the canon description of Time, it makes perfect sense for Akamatsu. She’s goal-oriented, wants to skip to the credits, and would rather take a leap of faith than wait things out. To say nothing of the strong associations between Time and music. I went with Prince for her as a class since it’s the destroyer class--Akamatsu very literally destroys both Amami and herself (and her goal of getting everyone out alive) thanks to her own impatience in wanting to stop the one responsible for the killing game. I had her sleep on Derse since she’s supposed to be a bit of a protag subversion in that she hatches a literal murder scheme. Her equivalent of the Beat Mesa is a big metronome.

I also have an alt land name for her in The Land of Ninths and Eighths to reference the time signature of Claire de Lune (which is 9/8).

Saihara Shuuichi Page of Doom Prospit & Derse Dreamer The Land of Glass and Fingerprints

I considered making Saihara a Rage player at first given how the ultimate conflict is (supposedly going to be) solved in Chapter 6, but the description of Doom players as being commiseraters rather than healers really stuck out to me as appropriate for Saihara. Of all the characters in the game, he’s one of the few that doesn’t actually push anyone to heal, and his ultimate gambit in the 6th trial is to counteract the audience trying to self-medicate with catharsis at their expense. He takes a while to come into his own, which is the signature trait of the Page class, too. As a Doom player, he dreams on both moons, which for reasons I can’t quite articulate just clicks for me. The glass in his land name references not only magnifying glasses but also mirrors, since his is very much a journey of self-reflection.

Amami Rantarou Seer of Breath Prospit Dreamer The Land of Sails and Nail Polish

I really like what I came up with here for Amami. Breath is linked pretty strongly to his FTE reveals about how his desire to explore led his sisters to disappear into the ether (and changed his direction in life), and the angst he feels over wanting to reunite with his sisters hints at his trouble with bonds (the Breath inverse Blood’s territory). I incorporated the boat stuff into the theme with the idea of sailing for his world name, while the nail polish is for his sisters and that extra scene with Akamatsu. I went with Seer as the class since Amami Knows Things, and there’s that bit about Seers “having a strategy guide in their head” that I wanted to be a callback to the special map and the fact that he’s the Shogo Kawada of this operation. Prospit as the dream moon just felt right, so there it is.

Iruma Miu Thief of Space Prospit Dreamer The Land of Caulk and Nuts (and Frogs)

I don’t care if you have to have Frogs somewhere in the Space player’s land name, I will stand by that pun! So Space is all about creation and seeing the bigger picture, and to me that jived with how Iruma is an inventor. While Time is deeply linked to music on a conceptual level, Space is linked to nurturing, including growing plants, raising animals, and parenting. The Space and Motherhood parallels fit well with Iruma’s canon aspirations and goals. I went with Thief because Iruma is very much out for Number One, and wants to hog up all the creation ability for her own ends. Prospit dreamer because she’s the type.

Ouma Kokichi Bard of Heart Derse Dreamer The Land of Kings and Horses

There’s a lot you could do with Ouma, and I’m sure that plenty of people peg him as a Void player because of the lying. For me though, I read Ouma has being primarily concerned with his own identity, and how he’s perceived by others. Fractured senses of self are a Heart concept, after all, and it seems that Ouma likes trying on identities to see which one ultimately fits him best. I made him a Bard because they’re unpredictable and all about helping or hurting a session in random turns, but also because Ouma himself is allowing his own identity to be destroyed thanks to his paranoia and inability to let anyone get close to him. He dreams on Derse with all the other schemers, and I went with a name pun for the planet that can also function as a chess reference (ala his bandana and his 5d chess approach to life).

Kiibo Sylph of Mind Derse Dreamer The Land of Shells and Ghosts

Since Sylphs are healers, I wanted to have Kiibo in that role, since he’s usually trying very hard to smooth things over and fix problems. I went with Mind for him for a few reasons: one is that Kiibo’s self-identity is subsumed by his “inner voice” that later turns out to be audience suggestions, meaning that he’s healing things through the choices of others and doesn’t have as much of a Self as it were. Another reason is because I made Naegi a Mind player and Kiibo is clearly meant to be a bit of a callback to him (up to and including the fact that Naegi very much functions as an audience insert in the first game). I made Kiibo a Derse dreamer because he literally hears the whispers of the audience members telling him what to do. The land name was me having a little fun and poking at his aspect a bit.

Gokuhara Gonta Heir of Light Prospit Dreamer The Land of Pins and Wings

Light is all about knowledge, and Gonta has, while specific, quite a lot of knowledge. He likes learning, and is open to new information to re-evaluate what he knows. I made him an Heir since the speculation is that they are subsumed in their aspect, and Gonta is very passively knowledgable. He often offers helpful suggestions based on things he just happens to know, for instance, and what ultimately undoes him is Ouma showing him the “truth” of things, which Gonta doesn’t even think to question. He’s a Prospit dreamer who’s been awake for awhile, unwittingly watching the clouds for signs, and his land name is a reference to pinning butterflies into a collection.

Shinguuji Korekiyo Mage of Light Derse Dreamer The Land of Scrolls and Masks

Meanwhile, on the other end of knowledge for knowledge’s sake, we have the other scholar, Shinguuji. Unlike Gonta, he’s actively out there seeking knowledge, rather than being drawn to it, and his motives are undeniably selfish in nature, so I wanted him to be an active class (I’m assuming Mage is the active counterpart to Seer, shhh). Shinguuji uses his understanding of his field--humans--to progress his own goals and wants. He’s also smart enough to know what pieces of information to share and which to keep hidden behind a convenient zipper. Made him Derse because shemey as all hell, and I went with some general imagery for folklore for the land name.

Chabashira Tenko Knight of Breath Prospit Dreamer The Land of Sweat and Flipping

I think we can all agree that Chabashira is probably not a Derse dreamer. Meanwhile, I chose her aspect for a couple of reasons: first, because aikido is generally about evading attacks which strikes me as a windy kinda deal, even if Neo Aikido is a bit different; second, because her central conflict in the game is about learning to let go of a bond she desperately wants to forge with Yumeno (which, again, is a Blood-related matter); and third, because flipping somebody would create a gust of air movement and that image made me laugh. I went with Knight for Chabashira, since the most common interpretation of Knight is that it exploits its aspect, and I think that Chabashira is able to exploit the various currents of influence (especially in Chapter 3) to great success. I also think that she exploits The Breeze to nudge Yumeno’s path out of danger by taking her place in the kagonoko ritual. The land name is the sweat of training in martial arts, and the flipping is not just about said martial arts, but also about being flung off a see-saw.

Toujou Kirumi Knight of Life Derse Dreamer The Land of Sticks and Carrots

Life players are generally known to be trying to fix everybody’s problems, whether they want that to happen or not, and if that doesn’t scream Toujou to you, I don’t know what will. I went with Knight again for the exploitation aspect of it, where Toujou uses her position as authority in the group to further what she believes to be the greater good (hedging my bets here since we don’t know if Knight is active or passive). She’s clearly a Derse dreamer, because even if she wasn’t schemey, she’s droll as fuck. Her land references the two main ways to motivate someone: threats and rewards.

Harukawa Maki Knight of Time Prospit Dreamer The Land of Beans and Demons

I know, I know, but really, if you think about it, HaruMaki and Dave do kind of have a lot in common (and not just the fact that they have red eyes). The part about Time that fits well to me is that a Time player’s life is marked by strife and struggle, which HaruMaki has in spades. Like Akamatsu, she’s impatient and often acts rashly, in an attempt to cut out the middle man or advance what she thinks should be happening. She’s the last of our Knight squad, exploiting Time (or more broadly, destruction/entropy) to try and help out, such as trying to off Ouma or attack the Exisals head on. There’s also a bit on the Wiki that’s speculated that Knights often try to conceal their insecurities by acting tough, which is HaruMaki’s M.O. While she doesn’t have the music theme, assassination is very much about timing. I had her dream on Prospit because she’s not really a plans person, deep down, and her land name is a joke about her name/birthday referencing Setsubun.

HaruMaki doesn’t have a Beat Mesa equivalent, but she does have a tool specifically for causing a Scratch: a huge, unwieldy kantana.

Hoshi Ryouma Prince of Blood Prospit Dreamer The Land of Grass and Clay

Here you go, anon, what you were waiting for. I personally peg Hoshi as a Blood player, through and through. He’s stubborn, values bonds with other people, can lead via inspiration rather than direct command, and feels grounded. I think he’s a Prince thanks to the fact that he ended up destroying the very people who meant so much to him, and in the aftermath continued to push people away and pre-emptively destroy any possible future bonds. He’s a Prospit dreamer because he can see flashes of the future, though he often doesn’t read them correctly. His land is a reference to different types of tennis courts.

Momota Kaito Rouge of Hope Prospit Dreamer The Land of Wishes and Stars

The key part of a Hope player is that they can dream up a better world than the one that exists, and that can definitely be said about Momota. Like Jake, he’s a bit in his own head and immersed in his fantasy version of reality, where he plays the hero and is able to save everyone else. He’s somewhat gullible, to a point, and he’s the most superstitious of the bunch, showing how much stock he can put into the thing he believes. The sheer power of Momota’s belief is infectious, hence why I made him a Rogue--he’s out there trying to impart his sense of belief into those around him, for everyone’s benefit. He dreams on Prospit because of course he does, and I made his land name reflect literal space in conjunction with his talent, and to riff on that inspirational poster about shooting for the moon and landing among the stars.

Yumeno Himiko Heir of Doom Prospit & Derse Dreamer The Land of Death and Magic

While most people who played V3 picked up on Saihara being depressed, not everyone has noticed that Yumeno also suffers from the same bleak view of the world. Similarly to Saihara, Yumeno is not a healer, or a doer. She’s here to sigh and complain and tell you that’s rough, buddy. Because of that, I can definitely see her as a Doom player. I made her an Heir, as one who is consumed by their aspect, since Yumeno is very much doom and gloom a lot of the time. She’s also subconsciously drawn to death, as she gets close to both Angie and Chabashira before their untimely demises. It’s through their deaths that she comes more into her own, hence why it’s also part of her land title (I don’t think I have to explain the other part). She dreams on both moons because Doom players are implied to do so.

Yonaga Angie Witch of Hope Derse Dreamer The Land of Prayer and Idols

Like Momota, Angie has intense faith on her side; if Angie thinks it’s true, it’s true. She’s also similarly not looking at the same world as everyone else, instead seeing something slightly different and colored by her own beliefs. However, unlike Momota, Angie is not interested in helping others find their own faith, and would rather use the power of her belief for her own gain. Hence why I made her a Witch, an active class that manipulates its aspect. The other characters may not believe in Angie’s religion, but they sure do believe her when she tells them to sacrifice their autonomy for safety. I put her on Derse since her god could very easily just be a specific horrorterror, and the land name is connected to religion.

Shirogane Tsumugi Maid of Void Derse Dreamer The Land of Scripts and Swatches

I went through a lot of possible Classpects for Shirogane, including Light, Space, Seer, Heart, etc., but I think that this is what I’m going to settle on. Derse Dreamer because not only is she schemey, she’s listening to whispers of her bosses and the ratings, albeit in a less direct sense than Kiibo (what’s more horrorterror-y than a focus group!). Void as an aspect works well to me, since Shirogane is always going on and on about being plain and forgettable, about how she hides in plain sight, and even her talent is about becoming somebody else rather than herself. She’s also the one who in the end throws the “truth” into question, instead concealing it in favor of ambiguity. I went with Maid since one of the speculated interpretations is one who creates or creates through their aspect: she not only (arguably) erases the casts’ identities and memories, she does this in order to have “blank pages” on which to write the killing game’s drama. Whether Maid is an active or passive class is unknown, but if it’s active it makes sense since she’s using other people for her own gain, and if it’s passive, it could be argued that she’s doing it in service of Team DR or the audience.

Speaking of...

Bonus!

The V3 audience Muse of Space The Land Beyond the 4th Wall

I don’t like assigning Master Classes unless I have a really good reason, and here I think it works. The fans are the epitome of the “wait-and-see” model, and their crime as it were is their general apathy toward the very real subjects of the killing game. They’re all big picture and no important details or nuance. You can’t get much more passive than being an audience member, hence Muse class, yet it’s their desire to recycle the series over and over that leads to the killing game’s very existence (they’re also not too upset about letting the kids’ past lives be sacrificed for this act of creation). The V3 audience is collectively in the real world as opposed to the Medium, hence the “planet” title for them. In the context of an actual Sburb game, they’d likely be Exiles.

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Yeah, no Rage players in V3. I couldn’t find my notes the other night when I got home, so I just went ahead and reworked all of the classpects from there.

The Aspects were fairly easy to assign, but the Classes really had me scratching my head for a good long while. Maybe it’s because it can recontextualize the Aspect elements depending on what it is, or maybe it’s because we don’t have as much information about how Classes work.

Anyway, whew, that’s it! Hope you enjoyed!

#DR #NDRV3 #V3 #danganstuck #DRstuck #Homestuck #classpects #character analysis #opinions

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pairing: mark x reader, mentions of jaehyun

genre: enemies!au, angst, smut

warnings: mark’s an ass, oral (female receiving), cursing, competitive theme

wc: 3.3k

summary: it was only just a game, you should have known that. so why did it hurt so bad?

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your eyes were glazed over, staring right into mark’s soul as you sway your hips with some random stranger. you could feel the stranger’s hands all over you, and you knew mark was watching every single tiny move the two of you made. the stranger leans over and kisses along your neck, and under any other circumstance you would have shoved them away, but you had eyes on you. so you acted as if you enjoyed it, pressing your hips deeper into the random’s growing erection. it wasn’t pleasant to you, but what was pleasant was mark’s eyes boaring into both of your souls, signaling he wanted to not only rip the stranger’s head off, but yours as well. you, personally, loved that look.

he snarls, before grabbing some random woman and instantly pressing his lips to hers. but his gaze never left yours. it was a game, this was always a game between the two of you. it was a wrap of jealousy and possessiveness, until the other person cracked. you only realized just how much you despised mark about 6 months ago. surprisingly, the two of you were best friends before all of this. but soon enough, it turned into hatred as the two of you built some kind of forbidden wall between the two of you. some days it was exhausting but other days, like these ones, it was worth seeing the anger written all over his seemingly innocent features. only you could do that to him, and it made your pride swell.

you smirk as he kisses the woman, his hands trailing all along her body. it didn’t effect you, not in the slightest. because you knew you had the upper hand here, you always did. as long as mark had his eyes on you, you knew you had nothing to worry about. that dark look was made for you, and only you. you think this is why you chose this relationship over actual friendship with him.

you roll your eyes as you get tired of the stranger desperately trying to grind into you and pull away from him. you kiss his cheek, “thanks for the time, but i gotta go.” you smile dashingly in his direction, leaving him stunned as you make way towards the exit, but not before taking a shot of vodka on your way out. your face was smug, and mark didn’t like it one bit. you pass him on your way out, and he stops kissing the random woman to look at you. he’s angry. but you can’t help the wink you shoot in his direction as you leave.

this was a game. a game of chess, almost, and you were just playing him. but, to be fair, he was playing you too. you weren’t the only one playing the game. it was a game of who could be the most unfair to the other, and most people would consider it as toxic. in fact, all of your friends tell you just how corruptive it is, but neither of you care. because you still play the game, and there isn’t much anyone else can do about it.

you know mark won’t follow you out, probably opting to just drink the whole entire night away until he’s wasted and calling an uber home. so as you finally step outside, you get a moment to yourself and you breathe in the fresh air. it was less suffocating, and didn’t smell like sweaty bodies and alcohol and cigarettes. you close your eyes, clutching tightly to the thin jacket you hold in your arms. the air wasn’t cold, it was just the right amount of cool for you to bare, especially from being in such a heated place beforehand. it was nice, and the wind was soothing.

you open your eyes again, the lights gleaming perfectly onto your face. is this what you wanted for the rest of your life? the possibility of ‘almost’ as the two of you claw at each other’s throats? you sigh, realizing that maybe everyone’s right. you know everyone’s right. but you don’t care. if this is the only way to really get mark’s attention, why would you stop? there’s no going back and you really wanted to win, in all honesty. you’re risking a healthy relationship and tainting it into some complicated mess that only the two of you know of.

you shrug your shoulders to yourself, “oh well..” you hum, making a phone call and asking for your roommate, jaehyun, to come pick you up. he does as told, saying he’ll be right there, his voice tired but still willing to come get you. you smile softly, apologizing to him quickly as he says it’s fine. jaehyun was the sweetest guy you knew, and you knew you could count on him no matter what.

as you wait, you sit on the nearest bench outside. your dress rides up your thighs, and you shiver a bit as the wind picks up, but you don’t mind. you hear the door of the club open and close harshly, but you don’t make a move to see who it was. instead, closing your eyes again and taking a deep breath. the air felt nice in your lungs, and you held it as long as you could before finally letting go. you jump a bit when you feel someone sit next to you, your eyes shooting open and your eyebrows going up.

you narrow your eyes almost immediately, “can i help you?”

mark grins, “you can, actually,” he leans closer to you, smelling of alcohol and sweat. your lips quirk up a bit. “come home with me.”

you roll your eyes, “jaehyun’s getting me.” you cross your legs and look away from him, a smile creeping up on you. you liked mentioning jaehyun’s name, knowing it gets a reaction out of him every time.

he snorts, “that dude is dying to fuck you.” he leans against the bench, slightly sulking in his seat but not insisting you go home with him. that was one thing about mark that you liked; he wouldn’t push it if you didn’t want to do it. “i mean, who the hell puts up with you for so long? and doesn’t snap back? i know i barely can.”

you look at him with an eyebrow raised, “jealous, mark?” he likes the way you say his name.

he smirks, leaning towards you again so your faces are almost touch, and you’re almost breathing the same air, “maybe i am. he gets to see you every waking day, while i only get half of that,” he fake pouts, and you softly smile at his cute expression, “is it so hard to want your attention?”

“you have it right now,” you state, looking into his dark eyes. he smiles at that, almost looking like he’s about to devour you whole like some demon would. it surely wasn’t a sweet smile.

“i want all of you,” he comes closer, whispering to you, “maybe i could even fuck the bitchiness out of you, bend you over my kitchen counter, spank that pretty little ass of yours,” he moves a hand up your thigh as his nose touches yours, “would love to feel just how wet you get from provoking me. i bet you love knowing how hard you make me,” he smirks and looks at the way your lips part as you hold your breath, “maybe then you’ll be a good girl, my good girl.”

he was so close, his fingers dancing along your skin and leaving a tingle behind. your clit was pulsing at his words, but one look into his eyes, and you could feel the game starting all over again. he was pressing your buttons in a different way this time. this was him playing his part of the game.

you smirk back at him, grabbing his hand and trailing it up more. he shoots an eyebrow up as he feels the outline of your panties, “you would love that, wouldn’t you?” you rub your nose against his back and forth, as if you two were a cute couple in love, “my pussy clenching around your dick so tight you can barely hold back from cumming,” you let out a soft whine at the end of your sentence for extra measure, and he licks his lips, “maybe i could fuck the jerk out of you, hm?”

he’s about to say something, but then there’s a car horn and he slips his hand away from you out of shock. he sits on the other side of the bench, looking to see who the hell disrupted the both of you. of course it was your ‘knight in shining armor’, jaehyun. mark scrunches his face in disgust. he can barely stand jaehyun, especially when he waves you towards his car and gives mark a warning look.

“come on, y/n,” he says as he rolls down his window, “let’s go home.” jaehyun was a bit too cocky, and you roll your eyes. you really did adore jaehyun, and he was a good looking guy. but there wasn’t a single part of you that truly felt something towards him. it was like you were pouring your all into mark, without you even noticing. so you played the game.

“bye, mark,” you wave at him as you hop into jaehyun’s car, rolling up the window and blowing a kiss. mark just scowls and gets up to go back in the sweat-filled club. you frown, not doubting for a second that he’ll probably find someone else to fill his needs when you can’t. you sigh, sitting back against the leather seat and feeling just how cool it felt on your warm skin.

jaehyun glances at you from time to time, “you okay?” he asks, and it was a sincere question. you look at him. why couldn’t you love him? why are you practically in love with the feeling mark gives you, when jaehyun is right there? he’s a good guy, someone so perfect that you knew you wouldn’t have to worry around him. but was that why you didn’t want him? because he was too careful? he was the safe route. mark was the risky one. and you knew it would always come right back to mark, each and every time.

“yeah,” you lean back again and close your eyes, “i’m fine, thanks.” and you lied, because you really didn’t want to hear jaehyun lecture you about how wrong it was to be around mark all the time like that. you heard it enough as it was by everyone else.

mark wasn’t safe, but he was everything you wanted.

it was all about being entertained at this point. you consume his brain, he consumes yours. it was a competition to see who broke first, and both of you were determined to make the other break. some days, you almost do. he has you wrapped around his finger, just as much as you have him wrapped around yours. but neither of you will admit it. the two of you would rather tear one another apart than have to admit falling for each other. especially when you’re in the middle of a competitive game of overwhelming emotions.

so, your lips are on his, desperately tugging on his shirt. his skin was so hot against your own, and it felt so good. mark’s hands were rough against your skin, trailing along your sides as he slips the straps of your dress off of you, exposing your breasts perfectly. you can feel the tension of the game continuing the longer the two of you kiss and ravage one another. it was your favorite thing in the world.

“you’re such a bitch,” he huffs, his kisses were hot and heavy trailing across your body down to your covered dripping center that was now on display for his greedy eyes. he slips down your underwear, looking at you with angered eyes. you smirked at him the closer he got to your core, feeling his hot breath. the alcohol in his system was making his vision foggy, his brain mush as he leans forward and presses his tongue right against your aching clit. your leg goes on his shoulder, giving him better access and your hands goes to his hair and one of your breasts. he heaves against you, “but fuck, you taste so sweet.”

his tongue goes in you, making you arch your back against the wall. his hands hold onto your hips, stilling you and roughly pushing you back. you whimper at the harsh contact of the cold wall and your warm skin. he sucks at your sensitive bud, making you cry out a soft syllable of his name and he hums in appreciation. you look down into his eyes, catching your breath and you see the way he’s eagerly eating you out, lapping you up like you’re the last thing he’ll ever fucking eat. marks eyes are glazed over, determined to make you cum on his tongue as it curls inside of you with fervour. you lean your head back, sighing out endless moans.

“mark, oh god,” your fingers tighten in his hair. he loosens his grip on of your hips, quickly shoving in two fingers as he takes out his frustrations on you. you’re buzzed on the feeling mark is giving you, and the bottle of wine you both chugged. your face was hot, your body running on high emotions. “you’re so fucking good at this,” your moaning and whining encourages him to move faster, his tongue flicking against your clit like it’s his only job in the world. “so close..”

“cum on my face,” he hums, the vibrations sending you curling forward, “let me taste just how sweet you are,” he smirks against your skin, “i bet jaehyun would fucking love this, too bad he’s not me.” he curls his fingers, before adding another and hitting right against your soft spongy spot inside of you. you pinch your nipple a bit too hard at this, making you buck against his face. he groans, “that’s it, baby. cum for me.”

your body is on his command all of a sudden, coming undone at his words and skillful tongue and fingers. he relishes in the sight of your eyes rolling into the back of your head as both of your hands drop into his scalp, tugging endlessly. its a harsh tugging, but he enjoys it nonetheless. he feels his pants tightening just a bit more at the sight, loving the way you look while cumming just from oral. it’s a pretty sight.

he pulls away, shoving your leg off of him after he rides out your orgasm. you pant, whining as your legs start to hurt. he chuckles at the sight as you drop onto the floor slowly, your naked figure looking spent. he sees you closing your eyes, and his features soften for the smallest second. he doesn’t get to see you vulnerable often, the two of you always tense and at each other’s throats any second of the day. he sighs, picking you up wordlessly and placing you on his bed.

“are we fucking now?” you groggily ask, and he laughs.

“no,” he hands you his shirt, “not like this we’re not.”

you only nod, and suddenly reality hits you like everything else. you drop your head into your hands as you sit on the edge of his bed. he looks at you like you’re stupid, handing you a pair of his boxers too. you roll your eyes and slip them on. it was silent after this as he goes walking towards his balcony and opening the doors. he has a joint between his lips, lighting it and easing the smoke into his throat. you watch with curious eyes. is this what your life had come to?

you make your way towards him, legs still wobbly. he looks at you out of the corner of his eye, raising an eyebrow, “i’m not fucking you on this balcony.”

you roll your eyes again, “didn’t want you to.” you take the joint out of his mouth, tugging it between your own lips and inhale. he watches you before snatching it back. you glare, and he snarls. “you’re an ass.”

“and you’re a bitch,” he shrugs and takes a hit, “but you’re still hot.”

you huff, placing yourself in the chair he had out there, looking at the dark view in front of you. the air was filled with silence, and it felt as if it was suffocating you. you were starting to doubt all of your choices and what had brought you here, with him. mark lee was by no means unattractive, but why did you have to hate him so much? but at the same time love him so bad? it hurt.

“i hate you,” you mumble, tears starting to form.

he looks at you, seeing the way your eyes glass over, “is that why you’re crying?” he snorts.

you shoot up from your seat, “shut up, dick!” you want to hit him so bad, but you don’t. you don’t because you’re afraid of losing the one thing keeping your life alive. he makes you feel alive and dead at the same time. how does that work?

he rolls his eyes, “is that it? is that all you have to say to the guy that just ate you out moments ago?”

“quiet.” you seethe.

he raises an eyebrow again as he puts out the joint, “either you really hate me, or you hate to admit that you have feelings for me.” he crosses his arms, and you so wanted to punch him.

“you’re a fucking asshole, you know that?!” you shout, your anger starting to surface, “i like to think this is all fun and games, until i really remember who you are. you make me sick! actually fucking sick! i can’t believe i cared about you at some point,” you tug at the strands of your hair, “you only care about yourself and how you get things. it’s never about anyone else. it’s never about how other people feel, it’s about getting what you want and leaving!” your eyes are narrowed in his direction, and you’re yelling at this point.

he scoffs, “why should i care what other’s feel for me? it’s not my issue,” he glares back, “you got yourself into this, i don’t know why the hell you’re shouting at me like i’m the bad guy. you knew.”

you stare at him, slightly defeated. you wanted to fight more, scream in his face just how much you truly hate him. but you can’t find yourself to speak as you realize that this all was just a game. it was a game of who cracked first, and he just won the game.

he won.

you step back, looking at him with a horrified expression, “go to hell.”

“already planning on it, sweetheart.”

storming out of his apartment was the most humiliating feeling on earth. especially after calling jaehyun at almost two in the morning to come pick you up. tears were inevitably falling, your cheeks staining with clear salty liquid. it was as if your chest was on fire, anger and frustration building as you realize just how much he had gotten you. he wrapped you around his finger, and cut you off the moment he seemed fit. mark was not who you once knew. he was not the boy you were best friends with before all of this. he won the game.

the game the game the game-

you feel your chest tightening, your heart beating fast. the pain was scorching hot, suffocating you until you break into a million tiny pieces. this whole entire thing was angering you, your blood boiling. your tears were hot against your warm cheeks. you were seething. what part of you thought this was okay? what part of you fell for him? why did it have to be him, of all people? there was no changing the fact that it was just a game. nothing else.

you breath out a sigh, eyes fogged with tears.

it was never okay in the first place, was it?

a/n: mark’s part is finally finished! yay!!!

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