#lemme just...dig that out and finish that tonight; like a bastard...

[hopeless-deerie-fanfics]

MC who’s panic response when in danger is to say kinky shit (eg: harder) and the brother’s reactions

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WARNINGS: NSFW, SWEARING, KINKS, MINOR SPOILERS PRE EP.10, MAJOR SPOILERS for pre ep.20 for Belphie’s one, so avoid that one if you arent there yet. Lemme kno what you think and enjoy!

LUCIFER

-          This poor man

-          He thought he could handle the human exchange student

-          Honestly so far things have been going quite well

-          And then he gets angry and you step in between to stop him from hurting his brothers

-          Part of him is impressed you even have the guts

-          But he is Very Angry and you should move if you don’t want to get hurt

-          He takes a step closer and grasps your neck, about to make a warning threat

-          When suddenly you just scream at the top of your lungs, fear wide in your eyes

-          “HARDER DADDY”

-          *Lucifer.EXE has stopped working*

-          You broke the poor man

-          Gobsmacked is the only word to describe the expression on his face

-          He’s so shocked that his anger dissipates and he turns back into his regular form

-          At which point you collapse to your knees heavy breathing

-          “fuck, fuck, um sorry, uh when I panic I just blurt out anything to try and throw people off and uh, well normally kinky stuff seems to work”

-          Lucifer just blinks

-          Then smirks

-          “Come to my room later tonight, a punishment is in order for distracting me from disciplining my idiot brother”

-          Your heart is pounding a mile a minute, face flushed, and from the look on Lucifer’s face he knows it

-          Yeah good luck looking him in the eye for a while without immediately remembering and getting super flustered

-          You did this to yourself hun

-          When you do go to see him that night you expect something hot, but he just sits you down for a two hour long lecture on ‘appropriate use of language’

-          Of course once he has drained all the excitement from you, just as he dismisses you, he runs a gloved finger across your jaw, tilting your face up to his, standing a little too close for comfort

-          “What darling, were you expecting something else when you came here?”

-          He’s smirking, and you’re melting under his gaze

-          He knows what he’s doing and is relishing in your squirms

-          Sadistic bastard

-          (but you love it)

MAMMON (read lucifer’s first)

-          By this point mammon has already sprinted off, half of him thanking his luck at getting away scot free, the other half completely bamboozled (and kinda turned on) at what you said to get Lucifer to stop

-          Of course the moment he sees you again he’ll burst out laughing

-          Now that his life isn’t in immediate danger he can process the humour and oh man

-          You really said THAT

-          To LUCIFER

-          And LIVED

-          Maybe he should try it next time he’s about to get strung up by his ankles

-          Nah it wouldn’t be worth the punishment plus his brothers would make sure he would never live it down

-          Would be hilarious though

-          But seriously, he’s pissing himself laughing

-          Internally though, he wants you to say that again, this time to him

-          And if you do?

-          Man oh man, he will melt into a pile of blushing spluttering mess

-          “H-Hey ya, ya can’t just go around sayin’ that stuff!”

-          *pause*

-          (under breath) “say it again, but louder”

-          “What was that mammon?”

-          “I-I said I GOTTA TAKE A SHOWER” *slams door as he runs away*

-          It won’t be long till he’s back beside you, honestly just use this method any time you want a 5 minute break

LEVIATHAN

-          Oh he was PISSED

-          You beat him at the *clearly RIGGED* quiz and he wasn’t having any of it

-          How could some measly normie possibly begin to understand the complexities of ‘The Tale Of The Seven Lords’ when you had only watched it for the first time last week and hadn’t even read the hundreds of manga that feed into the backstory!? What about the Extended Cut!? The Holiday Special!? The Japan Only Release of the secret episode where Henry gets possessed by an ancient cheese spirit and trapped in the fridge realm and the Lord of Corruption has to go and rescue him in a daring feat only ever seen by 17 pairs of eyes in stop-motion clay!?

-          Rage coursed through him, and now in his demon form he stepped closer, ready to strike

-          At least that was until…

-          *anime girl voice*

-          “CHOKE ME WITH YOUR TAIL ONII-CHAN”

-          …

-          Cue silence

-          You could hear a pin drop

-          Levi is BEET RED

-          Drops out of demon form and stares open mouthed, wide eyed at you

-          Asmo’s the first one to let out a snicker

-          Then Satan

-          Then Mammon

-          Levi’s panic response is ‘Retreat to the bathtub-bed’ so that’s what he does

-          Because Hoooooo he’s suddenly got a bulge in his pants and he *DOESN’T KNOW WHAT TO DO ABOUT IT*

-          HOW did this stupid normie human NAIL Ruri-Chan’s voice from that one tentacle hentai he watched, had they seen it!?!? Were they secretly an Otaku like him!? Were they real life Ruri-Chan dressed up in a human costume!?!?

-          And how did they know one of his kinks-

-          HOW IS HE SUPPOSED TO PROCESS THIS INFORMATION!?!?

-          THAT IS NOT NORMIE BEHAVIOUR!!

-          He will avoid you till the end of time until you go to him and explain and apologise

-          But he will never see you in the same way again

-          And if you two end up getting physical at any point in the future he will use this to your advantage

-          Knowing what you like makes him feel more comfortable

-          Poor baby needs reassurance though

-          And you bet he’ll blush the whole time

SATAN (read Levi’s first)

-          He was actually snickering at Lucifer’s expression when you said …*that*… to Levi, because he has never seen the eldest look so shocked and appalled

-          Do it again human, keep going, drive Lucifer insane and let him watch

-          He was shocked initially of course, but quickly morphed it into pleasant surprise

-          And curiosity, if there’s one thing this man seeks out it’s knowledge

-          And in this case, knowledge of just how many things he can get you to say in Lucifer’s presence to infuriate and/or horrify him

-          He isn’t all that phased by what you said

-          But he will tease you about it

-          Only when Lucifer is around

-          He likes watching the irritation in his eyes as you stutter over your words

-          Or better yet when he Kabedons you to the wall and you yelp out an incoherently horny mish mash of words

-          That is until one day he does this and your words ignite something in him other than his usual supressed anger boiling deep beneath the surface

-          “M-MASTER MAKE ME BEG”

-          Well, if you didn’t know what he was into... you do now

-          His pupils immediately widen and there’s no missing it

-          Something about the way he moves closer to you screams predator cornering prey

-          He breathes and whispers softly against your neck

-          “Say that again”

-          You’re shell shocked

-          “u-um.. m-master-“

-          He nips at your earlobe he doesn’t care who’s watching

-          Of course Mammon walks in and screams as he throws himself between the two of you shrieking incoherently

-          But next time you’re alone, looking for a book in the library…

-          …

-          You and Satan may be a little, lets just say, preoccupied, with something other than books.

ASMODEUS

-          Need I say anything here

-          The only one who is 100% down with this straight off the bat

-          Not even phased in the slightest

-          “Oh, so that’s what you’re into huh~ hmmmm you have good taste” he practically purrs into your ear

-          He’s running his hands over your hips, tracing your neck with his tongue

-          The others have to tear him off of you but when they do he simply smiles and winks at you

-          “You know where to find me if you want to play out your fantasies sweetie~!”

-          If he catches you alone you know he will take that opportunity to do what ever it is you yelped out

-          And of course he will pry to try and figure out more things you’re into

-          Purposely make situations where you are more likely to blurt out yet another kink

-          If you do go to him?

-          Well, he’s the avatar of Lust for a reason

-          And you will come to know just what that entails

-          He will ensure you are completely satisfied, no leaving you all fired up and no place to go

-          Good luck ever sleeping alone again

-          Or ever sleeping again without him occupying your time and your bed first

-          You will be busy every night, and will need to learn to avoid secluded closets and quiet rooms alone with him if you don’t want to get railed in public

-          If there’s one thing Asmo appreciates, it’s Voyeurism

-          And if you get caught, don’t think he’ll be stopping any time soon

-          More likely than anything he’ll ask them to join if you’re comfortable with that

-          But the pampering and aftercare he provides is second to none

-          This man practically worships your body through sex

-          If you didn’t know he was once an angel, well, you do now

BEELZEBUB

-          Big beefy teddybear boi just wanted a midnight snack

-          But he found a midnight snacc instead

-          So he is shoulders deep in the fridge hunting for goods

-          You come in to get a glass of water not noticing he is there

-          So when he leans back, lapping up a full tub of custard pudding and swings the door of the fridge closed with a loud *thunk*

-          You whip round in shock and your brain decides to betray you

-          Or perhaps bless you, it really depends how you see it

-          “WHY DONT YOU EAT ME OUT LIKE THAT”

-          …

-          Wide eyes

-          Pupils dilated

-          A new hunger is present and the avatar of Gluttony won’t stop till he’s satisfied

-          He finished the pudding in a second flat and immediately made his way over to you, leaning close to your lips

-          But he hesitates

-          “Did you… mean that?”

-          He asks

-          He is hesitant but hopeful

-          Clearly trying very hard to resist the urge to not ask permission and just dig in

-          But he can see the blush on your face and tell that it was not something you meant to allow to slip out

-          And come on, who could resist his big round eyes gazing down at you

-          If you nod he’ll take it as enough of an answer

-          I hope you don’t mind some public action because this boy is far too focused to cart you back to his room

-          Up on the counter you go, legs spread, bottoms discarded

-          If you’re wearing a skirt it is pushed up

-          He licks up your thighs first before trying his meal

-          This… well, you will be there a good while, he just can’t seem to get enough

-          And once you have let him have a taste, the more he cannot have you, the more he will crave you till he’s begging you to let him try once again

-          The only way he’s stopping is if somebody interrupts you, and it will take a couple tries to actually pull him away

-          He’s a strong boy but he tries so hard to be gentle

-          And if you’re embarrassed he’ll take you to his room and tuck you in, taking the couch out of fear of crushing you unless you insist that it is absolutely, 100% ok to share

-          But if you do let him share…

-          Don’t be surprised if you wake up to him trying you for breakfast

-          It’ll be the only time he’s ever late to breakfast

-          Eventually somebody will come and find you two and once again, it will take a few tries to pull him away

-          But then he’ll give you a beaming smile like sunshine

-          “You’re delicious, let’s go get some more breakfast, huh?”

-          And lead you to the kitchen

-          Diavolo forbid you can ever again look at a kitchen counter without getting turned on

BELPHEGOR ( SPOILERS FOR CHAPTER 20)

-          So, it’s not like it was a normal day to start with

-          What with, ya kno

-          Belphie breaking out from the attic

-          And going ape shit

-          And trying to kill you

-          So of course, in what could have been your final moments, your last words, the thing they would read at your funeral or put on your gravestone

-          Your brain really said ‘hm, how do I want to be remembered, as this very angry, vengeful demon stands over me ready to slaughter me?’

-          “IF YOU’RE GUNNA FUCK ME OVER AT LEAST MAKE ME COME FIRST”

-          …

-          Belphie doesn’t know if it’s the rush of emotions or the heat of the moment or the fact that those are the worst last words that have ever been conceived by a living being

-          But he just

-          BURSTS out laughing

-          Completely breaks

-          He’s on the floor

-          None of the brothers know what to do

-          One minute he’s about to kill you, the next you say… *THAT* and then his reaction is to start rolling around on the floor, tears streaming down his face, uncontrollably laughing so hard that he’s clutching his sides in pain

-          And what do you do?

-          What do you say?

-          “… wow I cant believe that worked”

-          Absolute fits

-          He can’t contain it

-          He manages to supress his laughter for a short while once he finds out about Lilith’s connection to you

-          But at this point he was already gunna keep you

-          He can’t bring himself to kill anyone who would voluntarily go out with those words, it would be WAY more fun to spectate such a lunatic, not to mention the abject horror across Lucifer’s face is more than enough to sate his hunger for revenge for enough time to process and calm himself down

-          But he’s not going to forget this, human

-          You just wait

-          …

-          3 days and you find out that he has teamed up with Mammon and made TSHIRTS

-          TSHIRTS that say what could have been your last words

-          Not only that, they’re selling them at Majolish and it’s a best seller

-          And he’s rubbing it in your face

-          Yeah

-          You will never live this down

-          At least he seems to be getting along with most of his brothers now

-          Who knew you being a horny idiot with no verbal filter would be the thing that saved your life?

-          Certainly not you

-          All of Devildom knows what you said

-          And you can bet Solomon bulk buys some t-shirts and sells them in the human world too

-          He’ll wear one until Simeon manages to pry it off of him, saying it’s inappropriate to wear around Luke

-          That won’t stop him from teasing you about it too though

[stripper-patrick]

Dusk🤍 Shawn Mendes

Warnings: smut, language, oral (f), taunting, teasing, unprotected

Song: none of my concern- Jhené Aiko

Relationship: Shawn Mendes x black plus sized reader

“So how are you enjoying your food” my boyfriend Andrew of 3 years asks cutting into his juicy medium rare steak. I nod swallowing the rest of my pasta with a smile.

“It’s great how’s yours”

“Really good” he dips it in A1 and nods. My nose hints at a familiar smell of men’s Dior Sauvage disregarding the aroma of food. I trace the smell to the door and watch my ex walk through with the brunette none other than Clarence- I mean Camilla Cabello. Immediately they’re seated right across from us. Me and Austin are in a booth and Shawn and little miss Chlamydia are next to us in regular chairs. She sits with her back turned to us but of course Shawn can see me in plain view. I swallow thickly and take a sip of my water.

I can feel eyes burning into my side profile. I just know it’s him there’s no denying it. I glance over quickly to see his arm resting on the extra chair. His satin wine shirt unbuttoned more than necessary. Beautiful hair swooped to the side. Tattoos beautifully inked swiftly showing vastly in the dim light. Hazel colored eyes staring right past his date and right into my eyes. His eyes were prone to changing around this time of the year. His lip curls into a half smile sending chills down my spine. I remember nights where he’d force me to look at him giving me that same smile after obliterating my pussy. Flashbacks of those fateful nights replay in my head. His hand squishing my cheeks together as he thrusts endlessly. Calling me honey on repeat. Telling me to cum for a 3rd time within the hour without breaks. Shawn most definitely pushed my absolute boundaries without making me feel uncomfortable in the slightest.

“Are you ok?” Austin asks. I snap from my thoughts and go back to my pasta.

“Yea I’m fine” I nod. Truth be told Austin could never push me the way Shawn could. It was the best time ever with Shawn. We broke up because we just felt like we were forcing a relationship that was never there in the first place. I don’t know.

“Isn’t that Shawn?” He looks over making direct eye contact. Shawn keeps that same smug towards Austin. Almost like he’s reading my mind. In a more ‘I fucked her way better than you ever will’ type of way. “God I hate the way he’s staring at you such a pervert” he retorts

“Yea shocking to see him after all these years” I shrug “I’m gonna go to the bathroom real quick” I stand up and pull down my dress feeling those same eyes revert on me as I stride away to the ladies room. I look in the mirror feeling a surge of relief hit me. I shake out my hands and take a deep breath. I smooth out the body fitting dress with a high thigh slit to outline my curves. My phone chimes and it’s a text from an unknown number. I think it’s spam until I read it.

?: you know how your exposed legs make me feel honey 🤤

There’s no way. If it were Austin his ID would’ve came up. Plus he’d never call me honey

Me: who is this?

Of course i know who it is but there’s nothing wrong with being too sure.

?: something tells me you know who it is

I stop answering clearly gaining my unfortunately correct answer. “Fuck me” I mutter to myself. I swing the door open and stop in my tracks when I see Crack Cocaine standing there looking surprised.

“Oh hey I remember you from the pictures Y/N right?” I chuckle dryly nodding “yup that’s me” I walk past her not allowing anything else to be said. I get back to the table to see Austin gone and his finished plate. He must’ve went to the bathroom too.

I sit down and a figure stands next to me. I look up seeing Shawn looking down at me with a smirk on his face.

“Hi honey”

“You don’t get to call me that anymore Shawn what do you want”

“For you to sit on my face but we’re in public”

“Publicity never stopped you” I roll my eyes “my boyfriend is in the bathroom he’ll be out any second so I suggest you leave”

“1. I’m not scared of some shrimp dicked loser who can’t even make you squirt on the first round” he states as a matter of factly. I remember that night vividly “and 2. That’s impossible because the bathrooms that way and he went that way” he points to the door.

“Don’t play with me”

“Last time I did that you were moaning my name anyways I’m serious Y/N he left you just let me foot the bill and I’ll take you home”

“No I want dessert and I’ll take my own self home” I didn’t drive but I don’t need to see them touching and hugging. To be honest I’m not ready to see that no matter how old our relationship is. We broke up 4 years ago but we’ve been together since we were 17.

He sighs nodding “fine. Still stubborn I see”

“Never changed Mendes” I get a glance at his butterfly tattoo. I have the same one on my butt because we decided to get drunk and get one. Mine is just more colorful. The waiter comes back and smiles “any dessert for you two?”

“I’ll have the cookie skillet please” she nods and leaves again. I take a sip of my water before finishing my pasta.

Once I’m done the dessert comes and the waiter takes my plate. I thank him and grab my spoon digging into the delicious treat. I can feel Shawn staring at me as his date Crack pipe goes on and on about whatever it is she’s talking about. I look at him and roll my eyes. I unconsciously press my thighs together. His eyes trail down to my legs. Shit he noticed I think.

He trails back up to me and wets his lips before taking his bottom lip and pulling it between his perfect white teeth. I shake my head and continue eating.

Once I finish Austin still hasn’t come back. I ring his phone but it goes straight to voicemail. What the hell is going on. I text him and usually he’d text back within the same minute but to no avail this wasn’t the case.

The waiter brings me my check and I get a text. My eyes gleam thinking it’s Austin but it’s Shawn.

Shawn: let me take care of the bill honey😕

I look over to see him already staring back at me. I shake my head and pull my credit card out of my bra. I hate purses. I give the waiter the money adding a tip and sign the bill once it’s back to me. I sigh and get up. Shawn is watching my every move. I give him a small smile and leave out the door. Well I don’t wanna spend any more money tonight so I guess I’ll walk. The restaurant wasn’t that far from my house anyways. I begin my journey down the lit parking lot. The breeze brings goose bumps to my skin and I cross my arms shivering a little. I see an older Cadillac drive up next to me following me. The tinted windows roll down and it’s Shawn.

“You didn’t drive?”

“No it’s a short walk from my house I’m fine” I shrug

“Y/N please get in the car” he begs “I know the last time we spoke we weren’t on the best of terms but that doesn’t mean I still don’t care for you as a person”

I stop and look at him. “Please” he pleads

I sigh and nod. He gets out opening the door for me. At least he hasn’t broken that habit. Crypt Keeper is in the front seat with a stale face because her boyfriend is overly nice but that’s not my business. I put my seatbelt on and he gets back in the drivers seat. “This car was always my favorite”

“Yea we had a lot of fun in here” of course he’s referring to the many nights where I rode him in the backseat or my head down on him while he drove or his large tattooed hand down my pants. He looks at me through the rear view and I nod glancing only for a second. Too scared that I’ll be caught by his eyes again. That’s how we met in the first place. That damn smile and gaze.

“We did” The car ride is silent to Captain Crunches house but sometimes silence is key. Shawn mainly kept his eyes on the road occasionally looking at me. She leans over the console in a slow motion like manner and kisses his cheek then his neck slowly. She’s making sure I get every second of this.

“I’ll see you later baby. Maybe you could come over and we can chill” she winks. Corn dog gets out of the car and shuts it striding up to her door step. I get out and move to the front. Shawn drives off swiftly.

“So how’ve you been”

“Save the small talk for someone who wants it”

“Fine I’ll get right to the point” he clenches his jaw “I miss you”

“Clearly Computer has you preoccupied”

“Camilla isn’t you” he pulls into my driveway and stops.

“Thanks” I say. He gets out as well following me up to the door “I feel like you have more to get off your chest so do you wanna come in?”

“Yea” he nods. I push the key in my door opening it and immediately taking off my shoes. “do you want anything to drink”

“No thanks” he says. We sit down on the couch awkwardly. “Why are you dating a douche like Austin?”

“What?”

“I mean do you even love him?”

“Shawn don’t-“ I stand up irritated and he stands up as well towering over me

“Answer my damn question” He demands raising his voice a little.

“I’m not your girl anymore you need to watch your tone Shawn. You have a girl”

“But she’s not you”

“That’s not my business. You broke up with me remember or did you forget that too”

“Y/N I know what I did but you don’t know how much I regret it”

“Shawn you’re an egotistical bastard”

“Once again you never answered my question” he walks towards me until my back hits the wall.

“Shawn” I beg more pleadingly now. Pleading he won’t make me tell the truth. For so long I’ve put my true feelings on the back burner and focused on what’s in front of me that I haven’t had time to seriously recover from our breakup. “Lemme ask you this then” he moves down hunching his back to get close to my ear “does he fuck you so hard until you have tears drenching your face and you can’t walk for the next 2 weeks? Does he turn you inside out with just his tongue? Hmm honey” Shawn begins pressing his lips to my neck as he utters the filthiest and truest words.

“Shawn please”

“I haven’t heard you utter those beautiful words in so long” hungrily he plants his lips on me holding me in a powerful kiss. So powerful I almost lost balance. Shawn holds me up and takes me upstairs. I open the door to my bedroom and Shawn is already pulling up my dress. I pull it over my head and he sits on the bed admiring my body like he did the first time. I lean down and kiss his plump lips. “Either you tell me the truth now or I’ll fuck it out of you” he smirks

“I’ll choose option two” I smile. He pulls off his shirt and flips us over laying on top of me. I pull my fingers through his soft curls and he proceeds to kiss my laced up breasts. Shawn unclasps it throwing it somewhere and just buries his head between them. “I miss you so much” he kisses between the dip of my breasts and down to my navel. Shawn looks at me with those daunting eyes and throws my leg over his shoulder. Half of Shawns face disappears between my legs.

I moan closing my eyes feeling his lips attach to my clothed clit. “Shawn please don’t tease me you’ve been doing that all night”

He pulls down my underwear throwing them into oblivion with the rest of my clothes. He dives back in swirling and eating his way through me. I grab the sheets arching my back grinding myself along his face. My breathing picks up as does his speed. Shawn presses his hand over my hips to keep me still while he uses his fingers to press against my g-spot. My body shutters and I try to pull back from him as the pleasure becomes too much “don’t move while I’m eating”

“Shawn I’m gonna cum” I warn. Just as I give my fair warning I leak all over his tongue. He collects every drop I have to offer even sucking more out of me.

Once I’m juiced out he comes up licking his lips. He sticks his fingers in his mouth sucking them clean with a smile. Shawn comes back up kissing me and I feel his erection poking my thigh. I slide my hand between us unzipping his pants and he pulls down his pants and boxers in one motion. Shawn kisses me again taking my hands above my head. He slides in in a swift motion filling me up familiarly.

I moan locking my legs around his waist as he begins rocking his hips into me. I bury my head in the crook of his neck still smelling his cologne. “You feel that baby? Austin could never fill you up like this could” he’s balls deep inside of me and trust me Franklin wasn’t short or thin in anyway. He was quite the opposite. “You wanna tell me the truth now?”

“No” I smirk moaning

“No?” He coos kissing my neck “we’ll see about that” his hips jut harder and I grip the sheets feeling my clit rub against his pelvis. “Shawn please” he hoists himself up on his arm and wraps his hand around my throat fucking me harder into oblivion. My eyes roll to the back of my head.

Inaudible moans escape my lips and my mouth is wide open. That black hole is close to swallowing me up. “I can feel your pussy pulsing on me honey are you about to cum? Gotta tell me the truth first”

He lets go just as I cum feeling my orgasm penetrate my entire body. “I love you” strings out of my mouth like a broken record. Shawn cums on instant and he presses his forehead to mine. His body is tense as he bites his lip breathing raggedly.

“Yes baby I love when you cum for me. Look at you so sexy. My pussy made you do this didn’t it.” I moan egging him on. His knuckles are white from the gripping the sheets. Once he’s bottomed himself out inside of me he lays next to me and I pull the sheets up to cover my exposed breasts. “Did you mean it?” I know what he’s referring to. Before I can answer my phone rings. I pick it up swiping left. I sit up hunching over. “Hello”

“Y/N I’m so sorry I left you there”

“Where did you go Austin are you fucking kidding me”

“I’m so sorry see the thing is I was gonna propose but I left the ring at home by mistake”

My soul leaves my body and I look to Shawn. He sits up in concern placing his hand on my shoulder. “I want you to marry me Y/N” I know Shawn was listening this time. He lets me go and states at me.

“Austin I’ll have to call you back I’m sorry give me a minute” I hang up and Shawn stares at me blankly. I stand up and grab my bra putting it on. I grab my dress and look at him.

“Did you mean it?” He asks again.

“Yes Shawn I did” tears brim my eyes. I’m so confused. I’m in love with two different men.

Part 2??

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— it’s enough just to have you observe the reverse side of a dream.

connor enters the room with a pair of beers floating next to his left ear, slowly slowly reaching his brother's desk, easing down with a killing calm “you could take a break, you know.” there’s no reply as he sits on the table and takes a sip “please? we don’t have the same power?” stretching his arms is all he manages before definitely interrupting the routine of glueing his irises to the emanating monitor, grabbing a bottle and pointing it in his brother’s direction “would you be so kind? we don’t have the same power?” the hint of a sarcastic chuckle and the cap falls off. he’s free to follow into the unhealthy habit “everything’s good?” connor inquires, gulping again “yeah, sure.” he doesn’t even finish with his answer that a hummed complain discovers his lie “yeah, sure.” he gets mocked and can’t help but swell his cheeks and blow out warm air, half already exasperated. this will surely drag on for who knows how long and it’s the last thing he wants now “okay okay, joke all you want.” he doesn’t care, he’ll just continue drinking, working and go to ‘bed’ “you’re evil.” gosh, really? mumbling ‘you’re evil’ like a child is all you got, connor? “well, i suppose i am, yes. and you too. we’re both villains after all.” eight rolls his eyes while displaying an incurable smile “fine. we are. but you’re evilest.” the other is left to shrug, making an indifferent face, tasting alcohol once more “fair enough.” that’s it. he can’t anymore. connor throws his head back. he should add ‘making someone tired of speaking in a banter or less’ to the list of his superpowers. why, still after half a bottle, talking to the blood of his blood requires an exceptional effort is a mystery “i’m literally begging you” “then beg–” “don’t say then beg or— you’re impossible.” a smirk is hidden in the green glass and a soft ‘eheh’ is muttered. a pause. he’s chugged every drop left and resumes typing without advancing further in the conversation “c’mon, i’m serious.” his fingers don’t halt, faking the composure he always pretends “hey? detroit to big hacker guy??” “i’m listening.” his tone is low. of course he’s listening “that’s not the point. i want you to vent to me.” “about?” the back and forth doesn’t halt for a second, no thought feelings “you know what.” “no i don’t.” the pace is restless and connor doesn’t love this in the slightest “mhh, lemme remember— ah! right! about that certain someone who came here soaked in blood.” his brother's knuckles become white and honestly, it doesn’t take much iq to understand the emotional turmoil he’s been into. a heavy sigh “you can’t go on like this.” another less lasting pause of silence. he stops clicking the keyboard “i can. i can and i will, connor. ‘cause every time we meet it’s a disaster.” and for what? because we don’t agree about what’s good and what’s bad? or how one should live? that doesn’t change anything anyway “i— i just– every single time we’re close i forget the whole ‘enemy’ or ‘hero’ thing.... i inevitably lower my guard and i feel too exposed; or worse: accepted. and i can’t– i don’t— i don’t know what to do. i panic. i freeze. i’ve never– i’ve never felt like this. and i’m so weirded out by the situation that– that i behave as a bastard. let’s be honest, i’m often a bastard but that’s not important right now. what i’m trying to convey is that– [name], [name] bear through it all, treat it as nothing and make me feel at peace with myself, with whatever i’ve done wrong: how can they? i’m— i’m scared. i’m scared that they’ll come to hate me for real. but at the same time i’m more scared about the fact that they could come to love me too.” he needs to breathe, weighing his words because for the past minute he’s been a stammering mess, probably shaping a worried as hell connor “we’re so similar, connor. we’re two sides of a coin and we understand each other in such a way that i— at least i hope it is.” his enthusiasm dies with his speech. if you wouldn’t return his confession, that would be quite ironic, wouldn’t it?

“coming, coming” you huff, going at the door. this is not a horror movie, by the way, so you don’t open it immediately, but look at the spy-hole first. which gives you.... more questions than you had before hearing knocking at late evening. none of you dare breaking the tranquility of your tiny apartment as he goes comfortable on your orange couch, as you gesture him to do. for an instant he’s tempted to escape the agonizing ambience but he endures and overcomes the fear of approaching the topic “you’ve gone to the gym as i suggested?” his figure is crouched onwards, hands clasped, not wanting to pick at each other or just to prevent attempts for a trembling hug “.... no i haven’t. but, before you get mad, i haven’t been out since.... for two weeks.” you lower your sight, quickly in covering your mistake, and he stifles a groan, letting only his mouth go agape “i see.” you’re kinda taken aback by a so tamed retort but you pay it no mind “did you want something?” there must be a reason for his first visit, right? “i....” his phrase wonders together with his gaze, analyzing the one room fits all “how you’ve been handling with the groceries?” okay. that’s odd. but you’ll allow it “my neighbour does it for me.” “ah. mh.” and? no more? that’s even stranger “anything else?” you tease him, waiting for some sort of revelation “what?” his face watches you, a bit spaced out, that’s.... too freaky. even for him “are you on drugs? i won’t judge but– that’s not cool man.” he doesn’t laugh. and you don’t laugh. there’s nothing to laugh. you haven’t been able to laugh for months, actually “how” he hesitantly begins “how are you?” it’s as soft as he can be and, shockingly, it’s a lot “how am i? how am i....? good, why wouldn’t i?” a wavering giggle is everything he’s getting tonight, sorry “you’ve been sh—” ���i am fine. don’t worry about me.” you grit your teeth, blocking what he was about to spout “no, you’re not you’re—” again you intercept his sentence “shut up, okay? shut the fuck up. either you go away or– or– or—” or i start to cry. and he’s most certainly the last person you want to see while bawling your eyes out. but it’s also, most certainly, the only person who could help soothe your tears “hey hey hey” your memories go back to when he was trying to medicate you. holding back becomes extremely difficult and you break out in sobs, wrists hovering your scalp, concealing your figure. he’s near your seat in a heartbeat, hugging you tightly, tenderly hushing your silhouette into his, until you both mold and melt into one “i hate it. i hate it. i hate every single moment. i hate not being able to go out. i hate depending on others. and i hate myself the most.” he carries on with the task of rubbing your neck and your spine, delicately drawing prayers onto your clothes, wishing for this to pass as soon as possible “i’m fucking traumatised! i could have died! you— you could have been somewhere else and i would have died of blood loss in that empty room! yet i came to you all the same! you could have not been there and i came anyway! you could have not been there and i—” over your rambling screams he murmurs in your ear “but i was there. i was there. i will always be there. i’m always here for you.” because i love you. at this point you’re two shaking chaos, grasping onto yourselves with digging nails.