#First time makeout

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The indescribable tension between an overworked and underpaid smut writer, and his biggest fan hater.

(for @frummpets)

[shinynewmemories]

Katniss in her Pre-Peeta Era: " Being out in the woods with Gale . . . sometimes I was actually happy. " Also Katniss (in the cave with Peeta):

" 'And right when your song ended, I knew— just like your mother — I was a goner,' Peeta says. 'Then for the next eleven years, I tried to work up the nerve to talk to you.' 'Without success,' I add. 'Without success. So, in a way, my name being drawn in the reaping was a real piece of luck,' says Peeta. For a moment, I’m almost foolishly happy [...] " Also Katniss (in bed with Peeta):

" 'You didn’t have any nightmares last night,' he says. He’s right. For the first time in ages I’ve slept through the night. 'I had a dream, though,' I say, thinking back. 'I was following a mockingjay through the woods. For a long time. It was Rue, really. I mean, when it sang, it had her voice.' 'Where did she take you?' he says, brushing my hair off my forehead. 'I don’t know. We never arrived,' I say. 'But I felt happy.' " Also Katniss (in love with Peeta):

" As I drift off, I try to imagine that world, somewhere in the future, with no Games, no Capitol. A place like the meadow in the song I sang to Rue as she died. Where Peeta’s child could be safe. [...] When I wake, I have a brief, delicious feeling of happiness that is somehow connected with Peeta. "

[hayaku14]

gymnast kaito x sharpshooter shinichi meet-cute in the olympics au

[chimchiri]

Small follow up to this - and more suffering for Rainbow!

[simgerale]

as the blizzard came to an end, arlie drifted into sleep and thought about how rom-coms are so totally inaccurate...

[citrusinicake]

just finished round 6 of alien stage and man i have so many thoughts (not just of round 6 but of alien stage in general) but theyre kinda disjointed and may be a bit nonsensical to anyone who isnt me lol but i figured i may as well put them here

huge "idk if the flower symbolism is the same in korea" disclaimer but i do still think it fits regardless

mizi and sua adoration crossing over into idolatry/pedestal worship, love in remembrance, hope blooming from despair

mizi worships sua the way a human does a god but sua worships mizi the way a god does a human, but what does being a god in a godless universe even mean, what does being human in a universe that sees you as nothing more than a pet even mean

the first four lines of round 1 i believe is significant throughout the whole story "Oh my Clematis / hope bloomed from the abyss / Oh my Clematis / always be by my side" sua sings the former two lines and mizi sings the latter two, sua is despair (prominent black in design, often depicted with shineless eyes in art esp when not around mizi, godhood, arbiter of change, she haunts mizi's narrative, the abyss, even so there is the shine of starlight in the void), mizi is hope (very "floral" color pallet, often depicted with the shiniest sparkliest eyes in art esp when light shines on her glasses, the clematis, "bloomed" after sua is killed and loses what is covering her eyes)

i think the fact that we never really get to see from sua's perspective is part of her "mythology", that we never see much aside from her love for mizi, that we wouldnt truly know if shes anything more than a devotee if the supplemental material wasnt a thing

ivan and till reaching out for something impossible, for something that gives them hope in an otherwise stifling circumstance, for something that showed kindness in a cruel world, for something to fight for, for something that keeps them going, idealism, the want to be broken apart by the person that they think can mend them

ivan's pupils are as red as the meteors which may burn bright and are magnificent but are ultimately destined to fall, people often wish

saying that the gods are looking down upon someone is often a way of conveying their misfortune

till & mizi and ivan & sua are often depicted with parallels to each other

till and mizi both have green eyes, have an asociation with flowers (symbolism, the red flowers in the garden), both far more emotional than their counterparts, both dressed in black (like theyre going to a funeral) on the round they sing (not even compete) with their counterpart, on the round their counterpart dies, directly attacked a contestant, get severely depressed after losing their loved ones, have a hallucination of their loved one after someone triggers them, directly attacked the person that triggered them

ivan and sua were both given abundance not in the caring sense but in the showpony sense, have an association with stars, and were wearing white on the round they died (like they were going to a wedding), and (assuming ivan assessed what sua was doing correctly) both sacrificed themselves for their loved ones (sua wanted to be remembered [i wonder if she at the very least felt happy that her lover will always remember her, regardess of how it came about, if she felt happy that it was her that died and not mizi, i wonder if she truly had hope that they could both get out of the round alive or if she just went along with it for mizi's sake], ivan wanted to be seen [i wonder if he at the very least felt happy that his loved one finally saw him just him for once, i wonder if he kissed till not just for tills sake but for his own too, i wonder how he felt that he never really got to leave a mark on till despite seemingly wanting to since that "choke" absolutely did not leave anything])

i dont really have much to say about hyuna and luka for now aside from theyre a perfect representation of the two sides of the culture clashes going on and i love them both for vastly different reasons (hyuna is awesome and very cool while luka. is not.)

[tswwwit]

Could we get a taste of that new work you started…👀

Heck, have the whole thing! This is for that AU of an AU where Ford captured Bill/Bill was his familiar, and Dipper freed him, like an idiot. Here's the first fic and here's some needed backstory.

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Dipper leans over to let his fingers trail through the water. It’s oddly warm to the touch. Bill’s voice carries, weird and echoing, over the river and through the empty city.

Which Dipper’s ignoring, for the moment.

Not like he’s missing much; he can't understand the lyrics anyway. Bill’s demonic singing continues over his inattention. 

This dream is distinctly… not a good one. On the surface, at least; Dipper’s not terrified, but only because of his company.

He also might be a little jaded at this point.

Truth be told, he’s visited a lot of dreams at this point. They’re Bill’s go-to meetup spots. Though Dipper hasn’t really been the biggest fan, so far, he’s never been in any danger. That he knows of. Bill’s made sure of that.

Bringing Dipper to a dream that lacks his idea of 'pizazz', or gore, or immediately evident monsters is a new tactic - but at least it’s not a bad one.

It’s eerie, for sure. The silence beyond Bill’s yodeling adds an extra layer of ‘creepy’ - but the boat is nice, the company’s familiar. Even the water’s warm against the tips of his fingers, leaving clean, bright lines in the river -

Dipper yanks his arm back with a start, and he shakes the water off rapidly. Some of the red drops leave spots on his shirt and pants.. 

The broken surface of the water bleeds bright red. Like wounded flesh.

Dipper grimaces. He’d back up, but there’s no space in the gondola.

And - as a bonus - it looks like it’s attracting more glimpses of half-formed shadows. Of course. Dipper can only catch them out of the corners of his eye - dim, too-lanky shapes he never fully sees through the fog in the alleyways - but maybe it’s best to ignore those, too.

Still not a bad dream, necessarily. Things could be way worse.

But like everything to do with Bill, it’s unnerving. With a side of ‘constantly feeling you're being watched’. 

“Ahem,” Said triangle clears a nonexistent throat. Bill thumps the stick on the bottom of the river, the one he’s been using to guide them along the city canals. “Hello! Listen up, sapling, I’m serenading here.” 

Dipper shuffles around until he finds a shaky seat back in the gondola. Bill doesn’t bother. He doesn’t have to worry about balance, with his floating in midair thing. 

“This is… interesting.” Dipper says. Bill brightens up, lower eyelid rising. So that’s a start - but he’s not sure how to follow it. He tucks his arms around his legs instead. “Why are we-”

“Vide stellas quae tremunt!” Bill continues his song without any notice of the question. Dipper tries waving at him, but he’s already closed his eye.. “Amoris et spei!”

No explanation, then. Dipper rolls his eyes.

God forbid Bill not have attention on him for ten seconds.

“I sense,” Bill says, tapping under his eye thoughtfully. “That you might not be appreciating this, kid.” Said eye rolls in its golden socket. “Why am I not surprised!”

At Dipper’s shrug, Bill grumbles something under his breath, and pushes the gondola along. Silent, for a moment.

Dipper shifts uncomfortably in his seat. Absent the music, this place is extremely eerie. There’s a light fog on the canals, and he doesn’t dare look into the alleys.

In a way, he understands why Bill’s like this. Needing company. Demanding attention. Being demanding is part and parcel of his demonic nature, and he was also stuck in a prison for thirty freakin’ years. That alone would make someone deranged. 

Bill was just insane even before that.

Thankfully, irrepressible as always, Bill starts humming some other tune. Dipper’s glad he started again; he must be in a better mood. Bill’s huge eye narrows slightly in contemplation.

Then he lets out a low, self-satisfied cackle, and rubs two hands together. A third arm keeps steering the boat.

Dipper rolls his own eyes. 

Yeah, this is definitely going to pan out like Bill expects. Because everything Bill’s done has worked out great for him.

Bill said he had plans for Dipper, but he’s taking his sweet time getting to them. It barely seems like there is one, most nights.

Whatever he’s after, it might work better if he focused on his goal.

Instead, he’s making Dipper focus on him.

Every time they’ve met up - and it’s been months - Bill’s clearly making some kind of effort. He’s hinted at a deeper truth, dozens of times. He taunts, and he talks, and even teaches on a whim. His methods are obscure and bizarre, they seem out of place - but Dipper gets the sense that Bill genuinely thinks it’s important. 

He must really be distracted by his ego, because so far? His ‘plan’ doesn't seem all that sinister. It’s like he’s barely started it, or it’s genuinely not-terrible - which is why Dipper willingly joins Bill in his dreams. 

Okay. That, plus a certain amount of sheer, idiotic curiosity. Dipper’s not perfect. 

But he knows Bill’s trying to show him something. 

Maybe if Dipper got it - whatever ‘it’ is -  then he’d be able to thwart the plan. But until he finally gets it, or it comes to fruition or… Until something really evil happens, he guesses, then they’re just going to keep… 

Meeting up? Hanging out? Dipper’s not sure which phrase fits right. 

Judging by how it’s gone so far, that ‘until’ might be a while. 

So long as Bill’s just reveling in attention, though - there’s no reason to stop him screwing himself over. Freedom seems like a big deal to him, and if the last few months are any indication? He’s been enjoying it immensely.

Feeding Bill’s ego a little can’t hurt, and it’s. Not bad, really.

Dipper just. Doesn’t have a lot of people to talk with who aren’t family, and Bill’s always up for a conversation. Even if it mostly devolves into bickering about stupid things, and Bill’s awful, awful jokes -  Dipper’s finding he doesn’t mind that much. Bill’s quick-witted, weirdly charming for a person who’s a shape, and his magical knowledge has a depth that’s breathtaking. Even if it comes in an annoying golden package.

Whatever works, works, though. As long as Bill’s eager to hang out, then Dipper might as well indulge him.

After all, Bill could be up to worse things than bothering Dipper. And when it comes right down to it - he’s kind of fun. In an insane, demonic way. 

Dipper’s still cautious. He’d be an idiot not to be. 

But so far, Bill’s keeping his word. 

Come to think of it, the plan must be one of the reasons Bill’s still here, in this dream. He’s making sure this isn’t a nightmare, while he tries to convey his… something. Possibly in a manner that won’t completely chase Dipper off. But if he can figure it out, before Bill manages to be super evil - 

Dipper tucks his arms around himself tighter in the chill of the fog. He shakes his head to clear it. 

This is novel, and interesting - 

And very, very dangerous. 

He’s got to stay wary. Reminding himself that Bill is absolutely insane.

“What, you chilly or something?” Bill sets fists on his angles. He was humming for a while, but now he looks curious. He even floats in a bit, while the stick keeps steering the gondola without a pilot. “This is what you get for having a crappy endothermic system.”

“Shut up.” Dipper tucks his legs together too. The temperature, if anything, seems to have dropped by a few more degrees. “Didn’t you make this dream? Can’t you control the-”

“Ahem. Unlike some amateurs, I know how to set the atmosphere.” Bill shuts his eye, somehow managing to look self-assured without a face. He wags a chiding finger at Dipper, floating close enough to flick his nose. “You wanna keep your empty nightmares on refrigerator settings. Fits the whole ‘eternally preserved’ theme.”

“And how does singing bad opera fit the ‘theme’?“ Dipper smacks Bill on the side. Dumb move, it only hurts his fingers - though Bill's not cold, like the air. It makes him pause. “...Hey. That wasn’t in Italian.”

“When in Rome, speak as the Romans do! And they were chatting in Latin before your forebears had forebears.” Bill shrugs, nonchalant. “It's the source of Romance languages!”

A minor detail. One Bill’s using to avoid the question - and he only resorts to being a pedant when he’s caught. 

Dipper narrows his eyes -

Then seizes the opportunity.

And the triangle. 

As Bill thuds against Dipper's chest, he wraps his arms around him tight. Bill flails a bit, muttering something impossibly muffled against Dipper's chest. How does that happen, he doesn't even have a mouth. Dipper decides to ignore the impossible, yet again. Squeezing Bill a little harder, like he could crumple him like tinfoil. Knowing that he won't.

Man Bill’s warm; radiating off him like a personal, annoying space heater. Dipper can already feel the sensation returning to his fingers, gripped tight on Bill's edges.

And frowns. “Wait. I thought this was supposed to be nightmare Venice, not Rome.”

“Cripes, what a pedant.” Bill groans, the hypocrite. Dipper can’t see his eye - he’s rotated it around to face forward - but he’s sure he’s rolling it as well. He floats lower in Dipper’s lap, and one raised finger jabs the soft underside of Dipper’s jaw. “I bet you’re a real hit at parties. I couldn’t take you anywhere!”

Bullshit, Bill’s arrogant enough to take anyone anywhere, and be smug about it. 

And if he’s trying to pretend he’s not in a good mood, maybe he should stop glowing so bright.

Dipper squeezes him a little tighter. Bill’s been caught, he can’t escape - and while he hasn’t totally settled down, he’s letting his legs dangle over Dipper’s and only kicked him once. It was barely a tap.

“I get it. You’ve never spent much time in Italy.” And Dipper smiles. This’ll get to him. “Bill Cipher claims to be the dream demon extraordinaire - but he never managed to bother a Pope.”

The sharp, indignant noise Bill makes is so, so sweet. Dipper jostles the top hat with his cheek, just to bug him more, and listens to the ensuing weird burble with a grin.

In the end, Dipper gets a thoroughly informative rant about the intricacies of both Italy and Rome and parts of an empire that he’s pretty sure never existed. Bill’s alight with indignance - and amusement. Possibly at his own bullshit.

Dipper really, really wishes he had a notebook with him. 

Talking with Bill is always fascinating, and infuriating. Half of this has to be bullshit. Some of it might be true. Dipper… should really check out more history books. Maybe then he’d have more chances to call out Bill’s bullshit, with facts. For the moment, questioning him on every aspect pokes enough holes to help sort out the fiction.

It’s an easy conversation, and a long one. Bickering with Bill takes ages, makes Dipper struggle for words, he’s usually a little annoyed - and it’s oddly pleasant. In that Dipper doesn’t have to be pleasant. Or even nice. Bill absorbs it all with infinite confidence, and shoots back with pointed ripostes. 

“-And that’s why garum was crappy, and ya shouldn’t miss it.” Bill finishes. He pats Dipper’s arm twice, and, reluctantly, is released. He floats up above the gondola as it drifts, slowly towards a dock. “But I think we’re getting off topic.”

“How? We-” Always argue, Dipper was about to say. That was before he stood up; now he’s thinking better of it. “Shit.”

He tries to balance as the gondola shakes; some of the blood-water laps over the sides. Crap, arguing with Bill is one thing, but he didn’t want to literally rock the boat. 

Bill floats up further, watching the sloshing - and starts laughing. 

Dipper glares, but the stupid tiny canoelike thing is shaking under him, he grips the sides. Since they’re next to the dock, he smacks a palm on it. It steadies things, barely.

“Pfft, loser.” Bill’s lower eyelid is raised in amusement. He watches Dipper struggle for another moment - then laughs harder, before holding out a hand. “C’mon already!” 

Dipper takes the offer, absurdly grateful. Bill’s hand is very warm, like the rest of him.The black void of the not-flesh is a strange non-texture under his palm, steadying him before he falls. Dipper fumbles for a moment before holding onto it tight. Even though the boat is about to capsize, Bill’s got him. 

Bill brightens up and squeezes his hand back. Not hard, surprisingly, maybe a little teasingly, and it makes something flip around inside Dipper’s chest.

Bill hauls Dipper bodily up onto the dock, with surprising strength and a cackling laugh. Dipper feels a quick slap just above his hip as he briefly stumbles. 

Crap, that was fast. He almost backpedaled into the canal again from sheer surprise - but his grip on Bill means he only lent back for a moment.

Bill, the asshole, thinks it was amazingly funny. He’s leaning forward, another sixty degree angle in the air.

Dipper flips him off, heart racing fast. He wonders how Bill managed - but, right. He’s a demon, of course. Physics don’t matter. Those weird, noodlelike arms defy them on the daily.

One of said arms prods Dipper in the stomach. “Man, kid, talk about clumsy!” Bill’s still chuckling. His surface flickers with amusement, eyelid raised in a smile. “I shoulda let you go for a dunk!” Then a thoughtful rub under the single, narrowed eye. “Though I do like you less dissolved. At the moment.”

Dipper narrows his eyes. His valiant attempt to crush Bill’s hand in his own fails at the complete lack of bones inside.

Bill’s insane and weird and clever. He’s the strangest being Dipper’s ever met - but whatever his motives are? It’s - so far - been fine.

Dipper’s not dunked. Or dissolved. Hell, if anything, he should always be more terrified. With what Bill does. With what Bill is.

Best of all, that wasn’t a handshake. Even though Bill’s still holding on, it’s not in the right position for one. Interlaced fingers don’t count, he’s sure.

Dipper struggles at the touch, and gets his hand back, eventually. He wipes it on his pants, trying to shake off the thought.

It definitely wasn’t a shake, because they didn’t make a deal. If they had, Bill would be gloating about it. Dipper can put that single heartstopping moment behind him.

He’s still thinking about it as Bill leads him through the city. The conversation is mostly Bill rambling, their usual light bickering. 

Dipper may be wandering around a nightmare, but with his palm flat on the warm surface of Bill’s back, at least he knows nothing else is going to freak him out. Bill would get huffy about not being the center of attention.

“So whatd’ya think of the main dream? Took the blueprint off a guy with agoraphobia.” Bill tugs one one of the passing door handles - which doesn’t move. When Dipper looks closer, it’s literally painted on. “No indoors, anywhere!”

“It’s kind of…” Dipper thinks about it. Nearly silent streets, cold and misty. Even if Bill wasn’t here, it’d be… “Empty.”

“Uh, duh, that’s the point.”

“No, I mean,” Dipper scrunches his face up, trying to think of - he isn’t much for horror movies, but exposure to Bill has shown him enough. “There’s no ominous signs of who was here, either. Like, I’d think there would be… half-eaten meals on the cafe tables, or, like.” He snaps his fingers, trying to think of remnants - “A single, empty child’s shoe.”

"Oh, very nice! I like how you think, sapling.” Bill taps Dipper’s temple, twice, before patting his cheek. Dipper leans away before he can pinch it.  “Even if it’s not your thing, you always got something going on in that bonebox, don’tcha?”

Dipper just shrugs. He can’t not think. A dream demon liking what he does think is… morally questionable. 

And, maybe, kind of neat.

“We don’t see enough of each other these days. A few hours at a time is nothing.” Bill continues, waving over the scenery. “Not that I’m not a fan of you letting me whisk ya off  in your dreams - but what about reality?”

“Nope.” Dipper drops his arm, folding both of them over his chest. “Not happening.”

Freeing Bill was…. Arguably morally gray. Dipper doesn’t regret it, but Bill is an asshole, and Ford was convincing. The main advantage of Bill’s freedom came with their deal, Bill was in a terrible position to bargain.

The second best part is not having Bill on Earth anymore. He’s still dangerous, but not immediately so. 

To reality. No so much for people hanging out with him. 

“C’mon, kid. We’d have way more time together when you aren’t conked out!” Bill sidles closer. One thin arm wraps a couple times around Dipper’s waist, while the other waves broadly over the scenery. “A full Europe trip, just for two.” A brief pause. “Not that you’d get this kinda quality in your mundane version of that continent, but whatever.”

“If you say so.” Dipper hedges, that sound extremely subjective. Bill blinks at him with genuine surprise; it makes Dipper fidget for a second “I haven’t been out of Gravity Falls in-” Hell. When was the last time he went back to Piedmont. Or anywhere else. “...It’s been a while.”

Bill takes another second to stare. Then sighs. His enormous eye rolls around and around in its socket, in yet another exaggeration. 

“Well, think about it, kid. One of these days, we’ll get to it. Me and you, on Earth!” Bill prods him firmly in the chest, eyelid raised in a smile. “We could take a long stroll through the streets, check out a couple cafes, crush a couple local governments- Then teleport over to a boulangerie for pastries! It’d be a great time!”

Insisting on reality. Again. Dipper holds back a sigh. 

Letting Bill into the world - even with the compromises Dipper managed, is a horrible idea. 

But right now Bill’s off in his own little world - literally, in a way - and that concept isn’t one he’s going to accept. Not the tactic to take to argue against it.

“I guess it’s a nice thought. Or fantasy, anyway.” Dipper pats Bill twice on the edge. “You’d stand out a little too much.”

Even Dipper needed a couple weeks before he got used to Bill. He’s a giant demonic triangle made of maybe-gold. Bill Cipher, in reality, would send pretty much everyone screaming, or reeling in horrified awe. 

Probably, Bill would love that. Right up until it meant no cafe service.

“Yeah, yeah, most humans have no taste. Doesn’t mean it’d ruin the occasion!” Bill wags a chiding finger. His arm slips from its loop around Dipper so he can rest a fist on his edge. “What’d’ya think shapeshifting’s for?”

“For wha-” Dipper starts - then jerking back, as Bill’s form changes. 

Dipper turns his head away, shielding his eyes against the bright light. And grimacing.

This demonic drama queen. The light isn't typical for his changes, he’s doing it for show. Whatever Bill’s turning into, he hopes this shape won’t have too many limbs, or infinite teeth - or  worse, pick him up again - 

Trying to smack Bill is always an option, though. Especially when he’s trying to be dramatic. Dipper lands the punch easily, operating on muscle memory -

Into something warm. And firm - but much softer than gold.

Bill starts chuckling. There’s a slow, rhythmic motion under Dipper’s knuckles.

Already, it’s far from the worst Dipper’s had to deal with. Bill’s not on fire, or scaled, and there’s no huge tongues licking out between his tiers. He’s not even slimy this time, though certainly more…. organic. 

Dipper opens his mouth to tell Bill off, blinking rapidly - 

“So! What’d’ya think, sapling?” Bill’s grin is wide and white and close. Too close, his sudden surge in makes Dipper lean back on instinct. “Ya like the look?”

Dipper stares.

“Eh?” Bill prompts again. Now he’s wiggling his eyebrows.When he doesn’t get a response - he sticks out a tongue - a pink, human tongue, Dipper watches it flick back in. “Where’s the insult?”

Right. New shape. Bill… wants feedback, something to stroke his immense ego. Dipper should….  

Say something. Probably.

He looks again at that face. A human face. Bill’s standing there, intimidating; he has eyebrows and a nose and white teeth in a wide smile on this - Dipper looks down, then slowly up again - human form, leaning over him.

“Um,” Dipper says, eloquently. He does another once over, lacking for words, until he meets that single golden eye. And swallows, once. “...Hi.”

“Not too shabby, if I do say so myself,” Bill continues.  He adjusts the collar of his shirt, smoothing back his hair - then digging a finger into his fleshy cheek, and twisting it. “I think it’s a pretty accurate translation!”

Dipper nods. He opens his hand by fractions, until his palm rests flat on Bill’s chest, then thinks better and grips the shirt instead.

Okay. This. Is a new one. 

Bill’s face - he has a face - is all angles, with a pleased, smug, too-wide grin. He thankfully still has only one eye, otherwise Dipper wouldn’t know where to stare - and he's very much up in Dipper’s personal space. Warmth still radiates off him, just like before.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Bill says dryly. He grasps Dipper's side, just near his hip. His hand is bigger now, and - and Dipper shakes his head to clear it.  “So! You and me, strolling through the city-”

Bill rambles on, per usual. The familiarity is steadying. Dipper squinches his eyes shut - then blinks, but nope. The scenery hasn’t changed.

This is. Normal. For Bill. Because this is Bill, showing off again. They can move on. 

Will move on, because Bill’s looking like he wants to continue their walk. Dipper should. Follow him. That’s the right thing to do.

The first step is turning away. Easily done, if he stops gripping Bill’s shirt so tight. Forcing himself to loosen his hold works - but now he’s touching Bill’s chest again, and that isn’t great. Though it’s very solid, like Bill - because it is Bill, in a different shape, he needs to remember that. The shirt is soft, though when he strokes it. Maybe silk? Dipper -

Should stop touching it, what the hell.

Bill keeps rambling, arm warm against Dipper’s back. Dipper nods out of habit, stepping forward as Bill leads them on through the city.

Dipper forces his arms to his sides, holding them rigidly in place. He’s keeping them to himself. Thankfully, Bill doesn’t seem to notice anything odd about that.

Not that anything is, but. It might make things weird if he did think that.

Which means Dipper can relax, if only a bit. Demonic self-absorption has some benefits after all. 

This is only another strange shape Bill’s taken. He’s turned into way weirder ones, for way longer - and for dumber reasons. Whatever prank he’s pulling is - Anyway, it’s only lasted maybe two minutes, it won’t be much longer. If that’s even how long it’s been. 

Come to think of it, how long has Dipper been asleep? Dream time and real time never entirely track, and from this perspective they’ve been hanging out for a few hours. Longer than their typical meetup, since either Bill has ‘business’, or Dipper wakes up. Usually the latter. Eight hours real time is more like two or three in the dream realm - 

…Which might be why Bill complained about it.

Bill keeps commenting on the city. Gesturing around. Possibly describing how conquerable it is, as he guides Dipper along on the midnight nightmare stroll, 

Dipper isn’t sure what, exactly, the current topic is. He isn’t paying much attention. 

He rubs at his forehead. He doesn’t feel much more centered, even with Bill’s arm around his waist again. Still warm, and somehow more solid. Certainly broader.

It also pulls him in and around, until he’s confronted - again - with Bill. His golden eye alight, looking him over skeptically.

“What, is this boring you?”

“I- what? No.” Dipper says. He nearly touches that chest again, and then the arm - but the biceps aren't any better. Technically speaking. He clenches his hands into fists, holding them to his own chest. “...Okay, maybe a little.”

Compared to some random nightmare city, recent developments are much more distracting. 

“Yeesh, tough crowd.” Bill tuts, pulling Dipper in until their sides squish together; Dipper still doesn’t know where to put his hands, he tucks them over his stomach. “See, this is why we gotta get more hangout time!”

Bill’s other arm waves over the dream, and a space in it parts, folding up the rest of the scenery. Like opening a curtain, the city is shoved away to two sides, pleating like in a skirt. 

The space opens into a void full of not-quite-stars.

Dipper leans in closer, and feels Bill’s arm tighten. 

There’s a myriad of images floating in blackness. Things floating through space that’s not space, with a huge pyramid, black and ominous, somewhere in the distance. 

The real heart of the nightmare realm Bill comes from, he’s seen glimpses before - 

The one Ford told him never, ever, ever to take a single step into. 

“You have a point, sapling. And I’ve had it with the tours of these run-of-the mill mental meanderings.” Bill never stops talking. He’s almost proud of it. “Now that I’ve cleared the squatters out, you should come crash at my place!”

Dipper yelps as he’s hauled up - damn it, he should have expected that - and braces himself on Bill’s shoulders. He nearly falls, Bill’s grip shifting, until he clamps his legs around Bill tight.

Not that he would fall - Bill wouldn’t let him - and he’s always been inhumanly, unfairly strong. The arm under his butt and the hand on his back would stop Dipper from escaping, even if he wanted to drop to the cold cobblestone ground.

“Cut it out.” Dipper kicks out from sheer indignance, anyway. Damn it, he knew he should have seen this coming -  and Bill nearly stumbles to keep him in place. “What are you playing at?”

He’s done with this prank. With having to look at that face, with its. Everything. With Bill hauling him around like he’s a pet, damn it, he made that clear long ago, when Bill was still imprisoned. 

Now he wants to bring him to the center of a mess of insanity and nightmares, what the hell is with that.

Maybe Bill can actually drive people insane. Because part of Dipper - the part that keeps saying ‘okay’ to their meetups has already started a horrible, insidious whisper. 

Telling him everything else has been okay. Wondering if it would really be that bad. 

“You clearly don’t care for the the terror atmosphere, kid. I’m fine with ditching it for the moment.” Bill jostles him in place, grinning wider at Dipper’s glare. “I got options! We can set up something else.”

“Like what.” Dipper says, flat. 

“Look. Bribing you, Pine Tree? It's hard,” Bill says, with some chagrin.. “I’ve already given you power - not that you’re using it - and you got the pleasure of my company. You’ve even got some of the secrets of the universe on hand, but you keep dodging chances to hang!” His eye narrows. “What’re you really into?”

“I-” Dipper hesitates. Without a retort prepared, he’s not sure what to say.

“Name it and I’m there, kid. You did me a major favor, we’ve been walking out for a while -  and I’ve been nothing but a gentleman when it comes to us.” He puts a strange emphasis on the word, one eyebrow raised.  “What’s not to like?”

A lot of things, honestly. None of which Dipper can say.

Demon, for one. Dangerous, definitely. Insane, absolutely - and through all of that. Dipper has kept meeting up with Bill, even though he could use any of the dozen wards Ford has tried to foist upon him. 

Bill’s hand is stroking his back, there’s an arm underneath him and it’s weird and - 

God, Dipper wishes Bill wasn’t still in this shape, it’s throwing him off. For a prank, it’s weirdly well constructed, there’s no uncanny valley. Now his mind is racing

Actually, didn’t Bill say it was a translation? 

Like. If Bill was a human, this would be how he looked. Still all angles, in a way. Unnaturally strong, oddly fascinating, and with amusement evident in the sharpness of his smile.

“Good! You’re thinking about it. Lemme know what’s cooking in there.” Bill’s grin is white and wild, a dangerous shape on his face. “I’ll give you anything you want.”

A smile that, now that Dipper looks at it, isn’t all that sharp. If he tugs the corner of the lips with his thumb, Bill makes a face, sticking out his tongue -

With a start, Dipper realizes he’s been staring at Bill’s mouth.

Bill snickers, but doesn’t respond. A slow smile, with his single eye half-lidded, and close enough that Dipper can feel the breath on his face. Dipper’s heart is going triple-time, and Bill’s very very close. 

At some point Dipper wet his lips, involuntarily. He watches as Bill’s eye glimmers, then slowly shuts.

And - 

The blare of the alarm cuts through things like a knife. 

Dipper sits bolt upright in bed. Heart pounding.

For a full ten seconds, he flails at the sheets blindly, surprised - until he remembers where he is, and lets his arms drop.

He stares around his room with out seeing it. Still bleary, blinking slow.

What…?

Dipper sits there for another long moment. The sun isn’t even up, why did he set his alarm so early. He knows why he did it but. Now it seems ridiculous.  

He wanted to make it less than eight hours. To make it cut off before Bill was expecting it. 

Before either of them expected it, this time.

“Shit,” Dipper says. 

He fumbles around for the cup on the bedside table. His mouth is dry, and he needs something to center himself, but he only manages to knock it over.

The memory of the dream - a lucid, very real event - is stuck in the forefront of his brain. Dipper can’t shake it. All of the Bill-dreams have been vivid, but this one is even more so. 

He almost -

Dipper rolls over, sheets tangling around his legs, with the memory searing bright in the forefront of his mind.

Even when he pulls the cool pillow against his face, it doesn't help it feel any less hot.

That thing keeps running through his head, no matter what he does. The memory's too vivid to be anything less than real. How close he was. The warmth. How Bills eye fluttered shut, along with the vivid picture of his mouth, lips slightly parted.

He's never - but then Bill was -

Dipper hugs the pillow tighter, letting it absorb him in its comforting softness. Even the tips of his ears must be red by now.

Shit, shit, shit, shit.

He should have listened to Ford. He should have taken those warnings to heart.

He’s heard so many of them. 

Don’t talk to demons. Don’t get involved with their magic, don’t make any deals, don’t interact at all except to eliminate them.

And do not, under any circumstances, speak too long to Bill Cipher. 

Ford's smart. He knows how to handle almost every situation, and he's cautious enough to come up with almost every eventuality.

Dipper never had a warning against wanting to kiss an evil triangle. He swears a little more into the pillow, tense and frustrated.

God, he's an idiot.

Bill’s weird. He’s insane. He’s all about every aspect of twisting a mind into absurd shapes - hell, he is a shape. Not a human. Not good.

And not into anyone, as far as Dipper can tell. On the very rare moments the topic has come up, Bill’s been disparaging at best - and even if he was, it would still be a terrible idea. 

Dipper pulls the pillow tighter around him. He thunks his head-and-pillow combo against the mattress, embarrassment writhing in his chest.

He’s going to get up in a moment. First, to make some coffee - a lot of coffee - 

And second, to come up with his own plan. 

Bill knows about everything, or at least he claims to. He definitely likes it when people are crazy, but odds are? He won’t appreciate this kind of madness.

But with any luck - and some careful work, on Dipper’s part -

Bill Cipher will never, ever know about this.

[starfish-comics]

In today's comic, Artemisia makes an upsetting discovery.

[lilspidermonkey]

Bakugou x Reader Touch Chapter VI

This one took a little longer than i anticipated to post, but here it is!

This one does have a lemon scene in it, but with it being their first times, it’s not going to be anything too rough or intence, so I’m sorry about that!

If any spelling or grammer errors, all i can say is that words are hard!

The next morning was warm, the sun seemed extra bright, and the birds seemed to be in a good mood. The room was bright, despite the blinds, the sun-filled Bakugou’s room with warm light, the sounds of kissing echoing through the room. You were on top of Bakugou, cupping his face in your hands as you were leaning down kissing the boy, over and over. Bakugou had his hand on your hips, his fingers tickling your skin. He pinched at the fabric of the baggy shirt on your body, “Could’ve just taken one from the closet.” He grinned. You sighed down at him, “Like it better when I take it directly from you.” You teased. Bakugou tugged the shirt down, and you lean down with it, “So do I.” he whispered. You grinned and continued to make out with the boy. Bakugou’s hands slipped back to your hips under the shirt, but you shivered at feeling his fingers traveling further up to your waist. Sighing into the kiss, your voice trembling, Bakugou leaned up, to kiss you more before leaning into your neck. Feeling his lips, tongue, and teeth play with your skin, you trembled in his hold, your hands going into his hair. Bakugou leaned to your ear, “Want my hands to go higher? Or,” he slowly slipped one hand down from your waist, sliding it down past your hip and onto your ass, giving a good grope, “lower?” You jolted at feeling the grope, your back arching a little, you glared at the boy, “Pervert.” You grumbled. Bakugou grinned with sharp eyes, “Says the one not wearing pants.” He said. You scoffed, “You’re not wearing a shirt.” You pointed out. The boy shrugged, “You took it from me.” At your lack of response, the boy’s grin grew. He brought you back into the kiss, nibbling at your lip, pulling sounds from you. You pushed into Bakugou, you couldn’t help the frustration that you were feeling, you wanted him to just touch you, kiss you, everything. Bakugou hissed at the movement of your hips, you felt his body tremble, “Jesus, careful.” He grumbled. You smiled mischievously, loving to his ear, “Can’t handle it?” you whispered, biting his ear as you brought your hips over him again. The boy growled, his hold on your ass and waist tight. He glared at you as you pulled back to look at him, “You’re asking for it.” He breathed. You smiled, your blush was heating up your whole face. Reaching back, you grabbed Bakugou’s hand that was on your ass, guiding it to slip under the shirt. You held his other hand as you placed them both high up on your waist, you shivered, nervousness creeping up on you. Looking to the boy’s eyes, you could see past the excitement, that he was nervous as well. You sighed, “Bakugou…” you whispered. And that’s all that was needed, Bakugou brought you back to his lips, the hungry kiss making you moan. Going for your neck again, you leaned your head back, letting him access your throat as he kissed and bit it. As you just moaned a little louder, a knock was heard at the door. You almost screamed at them to fuck off, this happened too often, you were going to have to put a goddamn sign on the door for people to piss off and just leave a text. Bakugou groaned in frustration, “What!?” he yelled. “Hey man, you ready to go?” called Kirishima. Bakugou groaned, rubbing his face, “Fuck.” He looked up at you. “Me and Shitty Hair are supposed to study today.” You smiled with a sigh, “That’s okay, I promised Tetsu that I’d hang out with him.” You said. You climbed off the boy, and he reached over to grab your hand, his face not happy. Trying to hold back your laughter, you smiled and kissed the boy, “We talked about this. You’re not going to keep me from Tetsu. What if I told you to stop seeing Kirishima?” you asked. Bakugou shrugged, “Bye Shitty Hair.” He said. You raised your eyebrow at him, “Yeah right, he’s your best friend, face it.” You said. The boy grumbled looking off to the side, he knew you were right. You raised your hand to hook around his neck, and brought him closer, “Would it make you feel better to know that you’re the only one I do this to?” you said as you kissed his jaw. “Or this?” you went to his neck and kissed it as well. Leaning back you didn’t even have to say the words as you kissed his lips. Bakugou gripped your hand and brought his other hand to rest on your lower back, deepening the kiss. “Ahh, dude? You in there?” Kirishima’s voice carried through the door. Bakugou pulled away and groaned, leaning his head back, “Give me a second!” he yelled. You giggled, “If you’re that worried about it then…” your voice trailed off as you looked at Bakugou mischievously. When the door opened, Kirishima looked surprised to have his eyes drop down to meet yours. You smiled up at the boy, “Hi Kirishima!” you said. The boy blinked, and in realization of your appearance, blushed, “H-hi (Y/n)!” he said in embarrassment. At his embarrassment, you felt your own creep up. You blushed, “Well, I’ll leave you guys to it, laters!” you called and walked away. Kirishima watched as you retreated down the hall. Looking into the room, Kirishima saw Bakugou, his hand covering the lower half of his face, his cheeks red as he glared down at the side. Kirishima went red at seeing this, and the shirtless Bakugou, “Dude, was she wearing your shirt??” he asked. Bakugou rubbed his hand up and down his face, “Yes!!” he yelled.

After putting on a different shirt, Bakugou, and Kirishima were in the room, sitting on the floor with books around them. Bakugou was glaring off to the side, his leg bouncing, while Kirishima had his eyes darting from the table, to Bakugou, to the bed, and back again. Kirishima cleared his throat, “Sooo, things are going…well?” he asked. Bakugou growled, “Just shut up!” he groaned. With a ding, Bakugou looked at his phone, his expression fading from one of anger to hesitation and frustration. Kirishima looked the boy up and down, “I heard (Y/n) and Tetsutetsu are hanging out today.” The boy looked up from his phone and off to the side, a huff as a response. Kirishima gave a half smile, “Still upset over the whole thing with those two?” he asked. Bakugou sighed and ruffled his hair, “I dunno.” He said. The red-haired boy leaned on the table, “Do you think she has feelings for him?” he asked. Bakugou shot his head up, “Like hell she would go for a metal bastard like him!” he yelled. Kirishima laughed, “Okay, okay!” he said, putting his hands up. “Then…do you not trust her?” Bakugou grumbled, “It’s not that.” He rubbed the back of his head. “Jesus, I don’t know, it’s not even that big of a deal.” Kirishima smiled, “You like her.” He said. Bakugou glanced at him, then back to the ground. Kirishima’s eyes widened, “Wait, you,” he huffed a laugh, “You love her.” Bakugou cringed, “Shut up, Shitty Hair!” he said. The redhead rubbed the back of his head, “Does she know?” he asked. The blonde scoffed, “She might have an idea.” He said. Kirishima’s eyes widened, “You didn’t tell her!?” he yelled. Bakugou glared, “You really think I would say some cheesy shit like that?” he yelled back. Kirishima groaned, “Then how would she know?” he asked. Bakugou averted his eyes, and Kirishima’s eyebrow went up, “Wait, have you guys…kissed?” he asked. When Bakugou scrunched up his nose and just glanced at the bed, Kirishima blushed, “Did you guys…?” Bakugou glared, “Watch it, Shitty Hair!” he warned. He sighed and grumbled, “We haven’t done anything like that…not exactly.” Kirishima blinked, “Wait, are you still under the quirk accident?” Kirishima asked. Bakugou looked to his friend and then his hands, “I think? I don’t know, it’s not like how it was before. I can go pretty much a good few hours without her, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t want to be around her.” He shrugged. “But it’s not like I’m going to go into a panic. More like I just want her near me, I don’t want her to leave me.” Kirishima smiled at his good friend, “Bakugou, you’re totally not under the quirk anymore, you just have feeling for her.” He said. “How long have you felt this way?” Bakugou sighed, “I don’t know, Jesus, before the fight? I think? Fuck if I know, it’s felt like this for more than a few days, that’s all I know.” He said. Kirishima nodded, “Does she know you’re not affected anymore?” he asked, when Bakugou didn’t respond, the redhead groaned. “Dude!!” Bakugou groaned as well, “Back off! How the hell am I meant to tell her?” he yelled. Kirishima lifted his hands as he shrugged, “I dunno, maybe the exact way you just told me?” The blonde sighed, “Easier said than done.” He mumbled. Kirishima smiled at the boy, “You’ll be alright, I’m sure by now, (Y/n) is used to your personality, even way before this whole quirk accident.” He said. Bakugou huffed, “I know.” He said. Kirishima cleared his throat, “Sooo, do you have…protection?” he asked. The blonde's red eyes shot wide as he creaked his neck, the movement robotic-like, looking at Kirishima with death in his eyes, “What did you just say?” he spat. The redhead put his hands up, “Look man, I just want you to be careful, it’s normal for teenagers to…experiment…with the person they like.” He explained. Bakugou went red, from anger and embarrassment, “Shut up!! We’re not talking about this!!” he yelled.

You were sitting on the Tetsutetsu’s bed, Switch in hand as you played. Tetsutetsu sat on the floor, back against the bed, also holding a Switch in his hands, the two of you playing a game against each other. The boy cleared his throat, “Are we still not going to talk about it?” he asked. You sighed, “Are you still going to ask about it?” you asked in frustration. The boy looked up in thought, “Yeah, probably.” He nodded. Grumbling you laid your head down, “Ughhhh, okay, fine!” you gave in. The boy grinned and leaned his head back, “Awesome! Okay, so what’s with Bakugou’s shirt? And what’s with the bite on your throat?” he asked. Bakugou’s little nibbles on your neck were pretty light, so they weren’t visible. The bite on your throat, however, was not. It wasn’t overly dark, but it was noticeable for sure, and Tetsutetsu couldn’t take his eyes off it at first. You sighed, sitting up, “Things with me and Bakugou have…taken a few steps.” You said. Tetsutetsu turned, “As in…?” at seeing you just blush, his eyes widened. “Did you guys have-” Slamming your hands over his mouth, you cut him off, “No!” you yelled. You grimaced, “But…close.” Tetsutetsu’s eyes widened, “Whoa, so you guys are, y’know, together?” he asked. You rubbed the back of your neck, “Not exactly.” You sighed. The boy tilted his head, “Wait, hasn’t he told you he loves you?” he asked. You cringed a little, “No.” you said. He blinked, “Have you still not told him you’re in love with him?” he asked in shock. You almost gagged, “No!” you waved your hands. “I take it back, let’s not talk about it.” Tetsutetsu shook his head, “So neither one of you know how the other feels?” he asked. You sighed, “We have an idea…” you mumbled. The boy shook his head, “How exactly?” he asked. Bringing your knees to your chest you leaned against the wall, “He took me out yesterday to a food festival, and when we were talking, things kinda took a turn, and we kissed.” Rubbing your face, you sighed again. “And then more when we got to the dorms…and even more this morning.” Tetsutetsu’s eyes widened, “Whoa, but you guys haven’t…?” he trailed off. You groaned, “I mean, no, we haven’t.” you hid your face in your hands. “But I’m kinda sure it was heading in that direction. Things were getting heated, but Kirishima knocked on the door, which happens way too often, and I’m pretty sure things were going in that direction.” Tetsutetsu rubbed the back of his neck, “Hey, I’m sorry if this kinda upsets you, but is Bakugou still under that quirk accident you told me about?” he asked. You wrapped your arms back around your legs, “I think so. But I don’t think Bakugou would go this far if it was because of the quirk. If so, then I feel like it would’ve happened sooner.” You explained. The boy nodded, “I get where you’re coming from, and I don’t want you to think that he might not actually like you, cause I’m sure he does.” The boy looked down in hesitation. You smiled at him, “But you want to be sure that he likes me for me, and that it’s not just the quirk making him think he does.” You finished for the boy. He looked back up at you, “Yeah.” He stood up and joined you on the bed, “Sorry, I just don’t want to see you get hurt, that’s all.” You smiled at him and gripped his hand, “I know, but I know Bakugou, I’ll talk to him about it.” You said. The boy smiled as well, “You’re like my little sister, I can’t stand to see you getting hurt over a boy.” He said. You laughed, “Little sister? We’re the same age, you metal butt!” you said. The both of you laughed and you kicked him off the bed.

You got a text from Bakugou, telling you to come back for dinner. Excited, you took off from Tetsutetsu’s dorm, bumping into Bakugou in the front yard of the 1-A dorm. You smiled as you went over to him, “What’s for dinner?” you asked. The boy grabbed your hand and started walking, dragging you along, “Let’s go out for it.” He said. Looking down, you tried to stop the boy, “Hold up, let me get changed then.” You said. Bakugou turned to look you up and down and around your face, “You look fine.” He said. Giving him a look of disbelief, you huffed, “The hell I do, Bakugou, I’m wearing your shirt I slept in last night, I’m wearing my stay-at-home tracksuit pants, I haven’t touched my hair besides just throwing it up into a messy bun, and not the nice kind.” You listed off. Bakugou shrugged, “You look fine, I don’t see the issue.” He said, continuing to drag yours along with him. You blinked, “You don’t care that I look like this, with you, in public?” you asked. Bakugou raised an eyebrow in confusion, “Why the hell would I?” he asked. You hesitated, trying to find the words, “Wouldn’t it be embarrassing?” you asked. The boy huffed, “Why the hell should I be embarrassed with you being dressed comfortably? As long as you’re not dressed like a weirdo or a freak, I couldn’t care less.” He said. You watched the back of him as you followed with him, soon smiling. God, he wasn’t even aware of how much that actually made you so happy to hear. He didn’t take you anywhere fancy, which you preferred. It was a little American-themed diner, which you found so cute and bizarre. Sitting in a booth across from each other, you both laughed and talked and shared food and drinks together, you were even able to convince Bakugou to take a few pictures with you. After having something to eat, you both walked by a park, to which you couldn’t resist. You practically forced him to go to the playground, he thought it was dumb and childish, but from the smiles and laughter, you could tell he was having fun. Climbing to the top of a little animal-shaped igloo, you smiled, this was so much fun. You always had fun with Bakugou, well, mostly, but as much as he got on your nerves, you never regretted becoming his friend. Bakugou looked up at you, “Hey, Kindergartener, let’s go.” He called up. You smiled, “Catch me?” you asked. The boy looked unimpressed, “I’ll drop you so fast.” He threatened. Laughing out, you grinned at him, “Nah, I don’t think you will.” Taking a few steps back, you raced forward and jumped. “Here I come!” But despite his words, the boy easily caught you in his arms, making you laugh from the excitement, and proving the boy wrong. He looked down at you as you were in his hold, feet on the ground now, “You’re an idiot.” He commented. You grinned, “And yet you can’t stay away from this idiot.” You teased. The boy half smiled, “Whatever.” He said. You pretended to be surprised, “You didn’t deny it!” you laughed. He rolled his eyes, “Shut up already.” He said, giving you a kiss. Humming into the kiss, you relaxed into it, but you couldn’t get Tetsutetsu’s concerns out of your head, along with your own. Looking up at the blonde's red eyes, you sighed, cupping his cheek, “Can I ask you something?” you asked. The boy looked hesitant, but nodded, “Sure.” He agreed. You took a breath and sighed, “I just wanted to ask, so that I’m not just unnecessarily worrying.” You shrugged your shoulders, “Are you feeling the way you do about me, for me?” Bakugou’s eyes widened slightly, rubbing the back of his head, Kirishima’s words echoing in his head. He sighed, “You want to know if it’s the quirk making me think I’m feeling the way I am?” he asked. You shrugged one shoulder, “I know that it’s a little silly to question, but I guess I just kinda need to hear it confirmed with your own words?” you said, it sounded more like a question than how you planned. Bakugou watched your eyes, “Honestly, thinking about it, I don’t think the quirk has been in effect for a while now.” He said. You blinked, “What? For how long?” you asked. He sighed, “I don’t know, more than a few days? It’s not like I was fully paying attention to it.” He said rubbing the back of his neck. Taking a breath, you sighed, “Unnecessarily worrying.” You said, smiling up at him. “So does that mean, you actually have feelings for me?” The boy’s cheeks tinted pink, “You seriously going to bring that up?” he asked, avoiding your eyes. You grinned, “Of course I am.” You laughed. Bakugou gave an irritated pout, reaching his hand to cup your face, “You already know, so it doesn’t matter.” He said, inching closer. You put up your hand to block his lips from yours, “Nope! No kisses for you before you admit it!” you announced. The boy grumbled, “Jesus Christ, why does it matter so much? It’s fine right?” he asked. You just hummed, ignoring his stubbornness, “Maybe tonight I’ll even spend the night in my room alone, considering a certain someone doesn’t need it anymore, and hasn’t said anything about certain feelings.” You teased, walking off. The boy groaned loudly and reached out his hand to catch you while you were walking, “No one said I didn’t need it anymore.” He sighed roughly in defeat. “I guess I have feelings that are, more than what they would be for anyone else.” You turned to look at the boy, poor thing turning red and eyes locked on the ground. Giggling, you walked up to him, cupping his face in your hand, “I’ll settle for that.” You said, smiling. The boy lifted an eyebrow, “And you?” he asked. You bit your lip, “I obviously have ‘feelings that are more than what they would be for anyone else’ too.” You repeated. The boy grinned and leaned in to kiss you.

Going back to the dorm hand in hand, it felt a little different than all the other times, this time you both knew how you both felt about each other. It was like you guys were little pre-schoolers, giggling and smiling at each other happily while swinging your conjoined hands, you doing most of the swinging and giggling, but it was fine since Bakugou had no complaints about it, this time. Returning back to his room, you sighed, “I’ll quickly take a bath, I won’t be long-” But you were cut off at the door as Bakugou put his hand on it, blocking you from opening it. You turned to look up at him, but as he was blocking the door, he had also cadged you up against it. His eyes stared down at you, “You’re not going anywhere.” He said in a low voice. Your face flushed pink, shit his voice was amazing, “I wouldn’t be long.” You breathed out, not trusting your voice. The boy leaned down to kiss your neck, making you jolt, “I’m not letting you go.” He said, continuing to look at you with his sharp eyes. You licked your lips, your breath trembling, “Ever?” you asked. The boy just grinned down at you, swooping down to capture your lips with his in a rough kiss. And that was all the answer you needed. You wrapped your arms around his neck, and he put his hands on your hips. Nibbling on his lips, a groan escaped Bakugou’s lips, he bent down for a moment, only to pick you up by your waist, and instinctively, you wrapped your legs around his waist. Putting you back against the door, Bakugou continued with the deep kiss, pulling little moans from your lips. Wracking your hands through his hair, you pulled back for breath, but seeing the boy with his forehead exposed, thanks to your fingers, did something to both your head, and your lower region. Bakugou impatiently brought you back in for another kiss, pulling off the door, Bakugou had let you slip down back onto the ground. You both stumbled deep sighs in each other’s mouths as Bakugou helped in the removal of your pants. Taking a step back to admire your form, Bakugou grinned, “You look great in nothing but my shirt on you.” He said, a hint of a growl in his voice. You blushed but grinned, “Yeah, I’m not surprised, considering all the ogling you do.” You teased. The boy kept his smile as he grabbed you again, “When you first put it on while half asleep, I almost couldn’t take it.” He said. “Looked real good.” You titled your head, “Didn’t picture you for the ‘boyfriend shirt’ type.” You teased. “Not a kink I would’ve pinned you for.” The boy smiled mischievously, “Just wait.” He breathed. You blushed, a shiver going through your body at the attractiveness of the boy. He scooped you up again, bringing you up to his torso, and kissing you. You cupped his face and accepted all the kisses, instinctively wrapping your legs around his waist again. Bakugou brought you over to the bed, him crawling over to the middle on his knees, then laid you down, not roughly, but enough to make you do a little bounce. You giggled a little, the boy just looking down at you as he towered over you. Lifting his shirt over his head, your blush intensified. He sighed after getting the shirt over his head, pushing his hair back from his forehead, his cheeks tinted pink. Seeing his hair pushed back again, you bit your lip, squeezing your thighs together lightly. At your reaction, the boy’s smile grew, leaning down to put his hands under his shirt you were wearing, his hands warm on your bare skin. Pushing the shirt up, you leaned up to go along with helping in taking off the shirt. With both shirts on the ground, the boy looked down at you. His intense eyes made you a little shy, you covered yourself a little, being in just your bra and panties. The boy grabbed your hands, pinning them up above your head. Looking at him, you met his red eyes, keeping his gaze, he leaned down and caught your lips. Kissing you deeply, he moved to your jaw, then down to your neck. As he sucked and nibbled your neck, the sensations shot down your body. Heaving out some heavy breaths, Bakugou soon moved down your neck, going for your collarbone. With every movement, Bakugou brought your hands down with him. Finally reaching to the middle of your chest, the boy released your hands, bringing his to your waist, gripping at you to bring you closer. You moaned as the kisses went down your sternum. Bakugou’s hand moved up from your waist, going up and under your back. Feeling him going for the back of your bra, you arched your back, nervousness seeping into your chest. Feeling your nervousness, Bakugou pulled back to look at you, his face more flushed, “Trust me.” He whispered to you. You licked your lips then bit at your lower lip, giving him a small nod. At your nod, the boy leaned in to kiss you, continuing with his movements to remove your bra. Unclipping the back with small difficulty, the boy brought down the straps from your shoulders and slipped your bra off. Leaning back to look at you, a shiver went through his body, his face pink, but his ears and neck red. Moving your hands to rub up his chest, you titled your head, “Just going to stare?” you asked teasingly. At that, the boy grinned widely, sitting up to slingshot your bra across the room somewhere. You laughed at this, and the boy swooped in to steal kisses from you, “You’re an idiot.” You giggled. The boy put his hand through his hair, pushing it back again, “Your idiot.” He said. You grinned bashfully, looking away, “You’re such a dork!” you laughed. Bakugou leaned in close to you, whispering into your ear, “Your dork.” He said, then bit your ear. You moaned out, gripping onto his shoulders. The both of you slowly getting into a rhythm, kissing and touching. Things started to get a bit more serious. After leaving so many marks on your body, and you some on him, Bakugou tugged at your panties, sliding them off and throwing them over his shoulder. You blushed like crazy, but you were too excited to get too shy. Bringing the boy down to continue kissing, you lifted your leg, brushing up against Bakugou’s bulge. The boy flinched, groaning as he trembled. You grinned, continuing to rub against his bulge, the boy trembling and heavily breathed. He glared down at you, “Don’t tease me.” He said. Sliding his hands down your stomach, his fingers slipped under your panties. You flinched and gasped as the boy's fingers played around, feeling the wetness. He watched you, “You’re really wet.” He pointed out. You flushed and covered your face with your hands, panting uncontrollably from pleasure. Bakugou played with your entrance, before finally slipping two fingers in. Feeling this you moaned out, reaching one hand away from your face to grab his arm. The boy pushed his fingers in and out of you, a slow pace at first, but then increasing with each thrust. Hearing your moans, the boy took this as a good sign, he moved his hands slightly so that his palm was flush against your clit. The movement of his fingers causing his palm to stimulate your clit. You continued to moan, the pleasure making your head fuzzy. Soon, after a bit more touching and kissing, Bakugou leaned back, undoing his pants, and letting his bulge free. You blushed seeing it, your lowers throbbing intensely. Bakugou was breathing heavily as he moved your legs to either side of himself, getting your hips close to him. You felt him rub his hot member against your wet entrance, making your body tremble in anticipation. Bakugou looked down at you, “Ready?” he asked, almost out of breath himself. You looked at him, your body still trembling, nodding at him. The boy trembled himself, positioning himself, then with a few calming breaths, pushed himself into you, as slowly and gently as possible. You flinched, arching your back, hands flying to grip the bed sheets and Bakugou’s shoulders as you moaned out. The boy trembled and groaned, looking down at you, “You okay?” he asked. You nodded through your moans, “Yes..!” you moaned in response. Bakugou groaned again, feeling your tightness on him, “Let me know if I’m hurting you.” He breathed. Continuing, you could feel that it did hurt, but not too badly, more like a tight stretching sensation. As Bakugou set a steady pace, you moaned and gripped him, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. The boy blinked down at you, reaching over to wipe your tears away with his thumb. Feeling his hand, you pushed into his hand, enjoying his gentle touch. The pain slowly subsided, and all you could feel was pleasure. Bakugou leaned down to kiss you, fastening the pace. You moaned into his ear as he leaned his head against your shoulder as he thrust into you. Bakugou groaned, “I’m close..” he groaned into your ear. Your legs tightened around him, “Me too..!” you breathed. The boy leaned back, grabbing your hips, he started to thrust into you harder and faster. You moaned louder, the pleasure clouding your embarrassment. Hearing your cries of pleasure, the boy went even faster. You felt as if your vision was blurring from the pleasure, feeling your body temperature rise, and tingling. With a few more thrusts, Bakugou pushed you over the edge, making you cry out. Feeling your release, Bakugou leaned down feeling your fingers digging into his back, causing the boy to also finish. After a few extra thrusts, the boy stopped, breathing heavily together. He soon pulled himself out of you, pulling a whimper from your lips. Shaking from loss of energy and ecstasy, the boy collapsed onto you. You hugged him close as you both breathed heavily together, holding each other through each other’s highs. You were happy, you would never regret this. It was awkward, sexy, and fun, it made you feel closer than you ever have with Bakugou. You could feel tears building up again, but you just gripped the boy tighter. Bakugou leaned his head up, staring at you as he wiped the tears away from your eyes, “You regretting it already?” he asked. You knew he was half joking, but it made you a little upset. You shook your head, “Never.” You looked him in the eyes. “I’m just really happy.” The boy smiled down at you, “Being all corny now, huh?” he teased. That made you chuckle, “Shut up, dork.” You laughed. Bakugou grinned at you and leaned down for a kiss. You hummed into the kiss, pulling him as close to you as possible.

-Chapter VI Fin-

[demadogs]

there are so many things that you guys want for byler that im like no absolutely not

[hydrachea]

Not sure if you answer these types of asks but I have Oberon brainrot and I was wondering how do you think Guda and Oberon would make out?

Oh I will absolutely answer this type of ask.

The answer is that they contain multitudes though. First/second ascension Oberon still acts out his prince role, he hates every second of it but he'll still play into it. Think romance movie kisses, the too-perfect-to-be true kind. Looks idyllic to onlookers! Kind of hollow for both participants.

Third ascension doesn't care, so it's a lot messier because honestly he's frustrated to be in this situation in the first place and even more frustrated to not be hating it. There's teeth, there's claws, there's also swatting the occasional bug that wanders out of his cape and into Guda's hair but that part isn't intended.

And Guda after all that? Guda's not taking any shit from either Oberons. Guda has tamed worse - have you seen their Servants? They're the epitome of "shut up and make out with me", whether it's "shut up (you're being annoying)" or "shut up (stop thinking so much)". It's not an aggressive kind of kiss, but it's insistent and it works wonders.

[designernishiki]

as much as a i understand and respect ace kiryu truthers, i really feel like kiryu is the type to really take the idea to heart that sex is something vulnerable and meaningful and thus reserved for someone completely trusted and special to him– someone who feels right. after years and years he’s still never legitimately voluntarily slept with someone, always tries to turn women away or is at least apathetic when they try to get physical with him, never feels that deep and specific bond with a woman– nothing compared to some of his bonds with other men throughout his life. and maybe, hopefully, one day it’ll hit him that there’s a pretty big, glaring reason why no women have ever felt “right” to him.

[tricornonthecob]

massive set incoming

its amazing the things you can do with prescription amphetamines.

Anyway I illustrated a scene from the latest chapter of @connectingconstellations ' fic If Your Own Windows Are Glass, which if you haven't started reading you really should.

bonus appearance by Mrs. Radcliffe

[venivenias]

lip lip mouth nose lip smile mouth lipsssss eyes mouth EYELASHES NOSE cheeks LIPS MOUTH GODDDD lip mole. mole EYES HAIR OH FUCK OH GOD NOSE MOUTH EYELASHES AHHHHGGGG

[get-shiggy-with-it]

mmmmm saw deadpool and wolverine,,,,I have been SO normal since then

[supergraphicultramoderngirl]

was going through and deleting old screenshots for breakup reasons and i really should’ve known this whole time that he was gonna fuck me over bc he literally forgot one of the first dates we went on together less than a week after it happened. like bro.