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awhst-alt · 3 years

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I HAD THE BEST BYLER DREAM LAST NIGHT AND I REALLY WANNA SHARE IT WITH YOU ALL

it's so long (literally 2k words) so im gonna put it under the cut haha <3

so basically this would take place after mike and will start dating or something, idk exactly the time frame (i picture them being like 18 or something and this is the summer before college) and will goes to this summer arts program for like 2/3 months (i dunno how long american summer is but something like that) and its all the way far from home so there is dorms and stuff and he's "not in hawkins anymore" (no pun intended)

mike and will decide after will finishes his school they'd go to college together (cuz they're gonna be comic book artists together bc thats boyfriend shit) so throughout these months he's practically just waiting for will (<333333)

so one specific scene i remember from my dream involved will and mike getting off the bus to the school and then they hug and then mike grabs wills hand and brings him behind the bus and then he gives will a biggg kiss bc he won't be able to kiss him for 3 months. then they say they love each other and will gives him another quick kiss and is like "two kisses". they agree they'd call each other every day.

so will goes inside and mike goes back on the bus and goes home.

and basically the whole day is a whirl, until the end of it, in which mike is sitting in the kitchen near the phone waiting for like 3 hours for will to call, and will doesn't end up calling.

AND THEN IT GETS SPICYYYYY

so meanwhile at the arts program will asks like the front desk or something if he can call mike and they say phone is offlimits and they don't let him call mike

so then will goes to sleep and he's paranoid that he thinks mike is gonna hate him or something like that

mk than the next day in class there is this girl (they didn't reveal her name in the dream, ill call her stella) so stella is basically looking at will the entire class but will doesn't know it

so when they exit the class stella's like "hi" and will says "hi"

then stella says "i like your painting."

will is like rlly weirded out so he goes "thanks?"

"i um- hope this doesn't sound weird but i have no friends, do you want to be mine?"

"sure"

and then end of scene (this does not sound like a normal conversation but it's my dream so it doesn't have to make sense"

so BACK AT HAWKINS mike is still sleeping even tho it's like 3 pm because yk depressed boyfriend shit but then the PHONE RINGS and mike gets out of bed frantically and goes to the phone and he picks it up and is like "will?" and then it answers "it's el, idiot"

i feel like this is important for context but el speaks english very well now and hoppers back and she lives with hopper and not the byers anymore. ANYWAYS

el says "how's will?"

mike says "idk he didn't call"

"he didn't?"

"no, he didn't"

"okay. well maybe he will call later"

"yeah mb"

"wanna come over"

"ok"

so mike hangs up and gets changed and goes to el's house bc they r a couple o' besties and when he gets there it's like a therapy sessions bc mike usally talks to will every single day and he can't for like 3 months (unless will calls, but he's not going to) so he accepts he's gonna be depressed for 3 months and he's just talking to el about how he's gonna miss him so much and no be able to see his face and that shit

so el's like "well do u wanna do something to take ur mind off of him"

and mike's like "no im not gonna replace will" (I SCREAMED IN MY DREAM SRSLY)

but than el says "okay. guess im gonna go to the mall by myself" (ig starcourt is rebuilt by now)

and than mike bolts up and is like "fine"

"we can by something for will"

"okay yay"

so then they go to starcourt yasss!!

anyways back at the art school will is having lunch and stella is with he friends (even tho she said she doesn't have any friends) and one of her friends is like "omg did you see _____ he's so hot"

and another friend says "YESS! but ____ is cuter"

"what abt u stella? who do u have ur eyes on"

she says "byers" BUT NOOOOOOO WILL IS MIKES MAN

and they say "ew that kid who came back to life"

she says "yea. but he's cute, and shy, and once i wrap them around my finger i can get them to do anything"

so then she goes to sit down next to will at lunch

"hi will"

"hi"

"hru"

"im good"

"okay. good." and she gets upset because will goes ask how she is but she keeps her urging rage inside. and than they have this weird conversation and will is uncomfortable the whole time bc shes all like flirting with him and will is seeing someone obvi

but then she puts a hand on will's shoulder and he's shaking and then says something (idk what it is it wasn't explaining in my dream) then will stands up and runs to the bathroom. so he's just sitting in the stalls crying.

okay back at starcourt this part wasn't shown in my dream but im just gonna make up that mike and el go looking around starcourt for something for will (sort of like the mike/lucas/will montage where they were looking for stuff for el) and then i guess they find something for will and i don't have the slightest idea what they could have got for him BUT THEY GOT HIM SOMETHING GOOD

so mike's all happy but they'res still that depression inside of him lol

so fast forward a week, it really isn't explained but ill just make up that will still hasn't called mike, and he's super sad and all sleeping in but decides to look through his good ol binder full of will's drawings and in the arts school will and stella have a few more interactions im sure which are still very uncomfortable

okay so it's lunch again in the cafeteria and somehow will and stella are talking again but somehow it ends in stella kissing will and will like pulls away immediatley and is like "what is wrong with you!?"

and she says "what?"

"i'm seeing someone!"

"oh i uh- i didn't know."

the whole cafeteria is staring at them

so will's freaking out almost on the verge of a panic attack "idk what to do, he's gonna hate me and-"

"he?"

will has the look on his face like shit shit shit oh fuck no

"you're gay?"

"i-"

and will runs off once again. and everyone in the whole cafeteria knows that he's day and ofc with everybody being homophobic will knows it's not good at all bc everyone's gonna bully him

so then the next day he goes to class and the teacher is like "does anyone care to tell me where ___ is?" (it would be like a math question like 'where x is' but in art idkkk) and then the teacher calls on "will? can you tell me where ___ is?" and they'res a pause and then the teacher says "or perhaps you'd want to find your boyfriend instead?" (giving me anne with an e vibes prolly cuz i did a rewatch last weekend but i won't explain more in case some people haven't watched it but) anyways will stands up from his seat, everyone is looking at him, and he's shaking and so concerned but then he goes "fuck. you" badass will yeaaaa thats my boy

so then he runs out of the classroom and out of the school in a really cool montage way but then he realizes he's like 2 hours away from home but he runs and runs and he goes to a random bustop (it's not even garanteed if it takes him to hawkins but whatever) he gets on and tries to go back to hawkins.

and soon enough, he gets there, and immediatley goes to the wheelers because he needs to see mike and apologize for everything. so he's at the wheelers, and rings the doorbell, realizing he's still in his uniform lol but karen answers and mike is upstairs in his room sulking (i picture it would be 8 pm by now) so will asks for mike and karen calls mike. mike groans obviously because he doesn't know it's his boy, but he comes down, karen gets out of the way and as soon as he sees will they have a really big hug and it's super sweet and my heart UFHEIOSKA

mike says his usual "are you okay?" and mike is still confused as shit but will says "i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry" and mike says "you don't have to be sorry for anyrhing" but will says "ill explain"

so then they go to will's room, side-by-side on his bed and will starts explaining everything

(this is mostly improvised by me but it's still pretty similar to the dream)

"i hated it."

"the school?"

"yeah. there was no you, (mike blushes lmao), everything was terrible, i felt so lonely, they didn't let me call you-"

"what?"

"they said the phone was off limits. i wanted to talk to you so bad and i thought you'd hate me"

"i could never hate you, will, even if i tried." will smiles

"and then there was this girl, and she hit on me and i didn't know what to do bc i'd be the face of the school if i told her i was dating you and was gay and today she kissed me"

"WHAT"

"im sorry im sorry i didn't kiss back and i was so scared bc i never was in a relationship before and i was so scared it was considered cheating-"

and mike LAUGHSS

"what? mike? what's wrong?"

"if you don't do anything back, it's not considerd 'cheating'"

"oh. good. are you mad at me?"

"what? no! no never!" so mike opens his arms and says "come here" so will and mike hug or something like that and then mike says "do you need me to beat her up?"

and will says "you can't even beat eggs. besides, your noodle arms wouldn't be able to do harm to even a fly"

so mike laughs and says "i'm glad your home"

so will blurts "i cursed out a teacher"

"you? cursing?"

"yes."

"might have to start calling you a bad boy now"

will just smiles and says "i love you"

and mike says "i love you too"

AND THEN END AND IM SO PROUD OF MYSELF BC I LOVE THIS DREAM LIKE I CAN'T BELIEVE MY BRAIN THOUGHT OF THIS BUT IM OBSESSED

ALSO ONCE I FINISH WYBMFFAE ILL PROBABLY WRITE THIS INTO A FULL BLOWN FIC BUT AHIHFUSAH

edit: i have no idea what mike did with the present him and el bought for will but i guess they ended up giving it to him lol

#byler

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mourningroutine · 7 years

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I want to get some cute wall art, for you know, a wall in my room, but etsy is so straight. Does anyone know any artists that have cute art prints or something? I'm looking for something smallish? If it has bats its even better?

#or like does anyone have diy ideas #i'm thinking a small coffin shaped shelve?#but idk #i just think it might be neat to have an art by someone else on my wall?#i got the art patrick (newarked) made for me and it looks amazing #also the cute drawings cri made for me!!#i also keep every doodle angel made while he was over #but yah #idkkk #i might bug my friend of boys some more about it

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sosicreatesart · 3 years

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Hiii helo heres finally the scan of one of the oval canvases I painteddd I dontttt really like it and might at some point pandpaper it or something and paint over it??? Idkkk . . . #art #artist #sketch #sketchbook #pencilsketch #painting #drawing #acrylicpainting #acrylicart #snake (at Yerevan, Armenia) https://www.instagram.com/p/CLHUz7vp762/?igshid=1g9e8it3jccgm

#art #artist #sketch #sketchbook #pencilsketch #painting #drawing #acrylicpainting #acrylicart #snake

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mathildemeow · 5 years

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Drew some Korra sketches for fun! 🌊

I'm trying to get my drawings to be looser and more dynamic and I thought fun sketches might be good for that!

I don't usually post those but I realized that I like seeing other people's sketches so idkkk maybe some ppl could like to see mine??

Idk anyways I love Korra A LOT

#my art #artists on tumblr #korra #fanart #legend of korra #alta fanart #lok fanart #atla #avatar korra #fit korra #muscle #fit #wlw #sketch #digital sketch #mathildemeow #mathilde viazac #mathildeviazac

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stevewiththeweather · 4 years

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caution for longass post ahead. it’s my (summer of) 6th grade sketchbook

thank you, past me, very cool

theres a fuckton of deh in here and most of it makes me want to dump a bucket of cold water on my past self’s head, so be warned

chibi harry potter. this one’s not awful

this was also back when i liked mlp. i was a derpy stan

harry potter again. this one actually looks worse in the photo because i took it at a bad angle. i liked it at the time but noted the hand was a bit small. lmao

this was also the same year i rediscovered avpm! so many things happened in that year in terms of fandoms

lauren’s draco. the one on the bottom right (the actual screenshot, not the drawing) was my profile picture for the longest time

quirrelmort. the one ship i don’t hate now because it was like. canon

this was from like. a year later also @ past me you absolutely did not

i remember angrily drawing the line across her neck because it was a “good drawing” but the neck was too long. lol

i sort of wanted to be one of those kids that drew cats. as you might be able to tell, that didn’t happen

ah yes, the precious baby bean modern!john laurens

i don’t know. something to do with pride

some elf girl

attempted redesign of elf girl from a year later. i cut it out but it says “oh god no come back in 10 months” and i think it’s been about that so challenge accepted

hmaliton

lmao very cool. on the side it says “idkkk lol”

tfw you were chosen for the constitutional convention

john laurens stacking turtles. haha turtle boi

redraw from 2019 probably. iactuallykindoflikethisjgkfjbhsdvs

you will Literally never guess who this is

ham chart.

the top ones were drawn by a good friend.

we stan a problematic king. or something

HAMILSHARKS

expressions practice. fun fun fun

this one’s kind of good. there’s nothing too cringeworthy here so that’s a plus

foh doh doh dee doh

this is probably the best one. i used to think jared was funny hahahaaahahah g

dear evon handsin

masterpiece

sjskdfavf,,, i remember being super embarrassed of this at the time but i didn’t want to throw it away because i spent ages on it anyways rip eliza

uh.

thanks, i hate it

thanks, i really hate it. this used to be inside the plastic on the outside of the binder, which makes it even worse

ew ew ew but the backstory behind this is that my friends shipped me with jared kleinman. i drew this in response being like “nope i’m just a lesbian that fetishizes mlm relationships for some reason and also jared is gay”

haha seabury gay

haha modern!seabury gay

hahahah whatre you reading there pal

modern au kingsbury antics. what a couple

hahahahahahah more lams i drew myself and a friend poking our heads out on the side saying kinky kill me please

tried to draw a japanese schoolgirl and failed. i didn’t know references existed back then apparently

leggy best hamilton ship

modern kingsbury ref sheet

my friend’s old oc

vent. i shrunk it so you can’t really read it but it was all worries in the form of questions. i went back in 2019 (i guess) and highlighted the things that happened. a few more have also happened since then. i really hate the “LMAO OK Drama bitch” i wrote in 2019 though

this is from 2019 i guess. wow what a master comedian

ebon honschen

alana but shes blue daba dee daba die daba dee daba die

genderswapped gared gleinman

“nope” first of all, mood

this one was ok. modern teabury again

tried to do those aesthetic-looking doodles but ran out of Things

piss

haha cause it’s dEER EVAN HANDSEN GEDDIT D EER HAHAGAHGSDAHJ

deer evan hansen: good edition

anxiety is so adorable amirite

angel connor. in terms of drawing alone this one’s actually not bad. also WE’RE ALMOST AT THE END

some cool badass knight princess or something

im pretty sure i stole that phrase. also look at that hair haha

i thought i was a fucking genius for coming up with this

GEORGEFAYETTE OTP ALSO WE HAVE REACHED THE END!!! PRETTY SURE ABSOLUTELY NO ONE IS GOING TO READ THROUGH THIS WHOLE THING BUT CONGRATS IF YOU DID I GUESS

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hyunnielix · 5 years

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Bloodline

Ever since the new Rat Marcus joined you decided to make it your mission to befriend him. (This is kinda boring because it's my first imagine about him I apologize)

Pairing: Y/N x Marcus Lopez Arguello

Warnings: Fluff, Angst? Introducing yourself to the softest b o y (Might make this a series idkkk) UNEDITED

Word Count: 1.68k

I know what you need, but it won't be me don't want you in my bloodline

“I know, but he’s alone,” You mumbled to Maria, your eyes pinned on the new student with curly brunette hair who sat on an empty table completing what you assumed was his homework.

“So? you can’t allow yourself to feel bad for every stray that’s let in,” She huffed stating the reality of the situation, crossing her arms on the table she followed your gaze towards him.

“He needs someone to look out for him or he’ll end up dead,” You whispered harshly, you didn’t trust the rest of the group enough to share your opinion with them as you’d surely be reprimanded. Kindness was seen as a form of weakness, a trait which the Soto Vatos were strictly ordered not to possess for a multitude of reasons.

“Chico won’t let you go,” She replied, fixing her red headband as she tilted her head, eyebrows furrowed and a sigh leaving her crimson painted lips.

“Yeah well he doesn’t own me,” You retorted, standing up abruptly which caused the groups attention to flicker toward you. Shrugging it off you mumbled a quick ‘I’ll be back’ to Maria whos expression showed concern for you knowing full well how much of an abusive dick Chico was.

Chico began to stand, making his way towards your prominently shorter figure as almost to intimidate you. Ignoring his presence, you attempted to push past him only resulting in his fingers clasping tightly around your fragile wrist. The callouses on his hand from gun use rubbed against your soft skin uncomfortably.

“Where do you think you're going, muchacha?” He questioned while squinting his eyes and peering down at you with his measly excuses for guards next to him, or rather lap dogs as you’d like to call them.

“I think you know where, now let go of me I’m not your property,” You spat rudely on the floor, your eyes burning with rage as you hated physical touch especially the aggressive type.

“You don’t want to cause a scene, do you?” You leant into him your voice as quiet as a whisper, noticing the unendearing gazes of the rest of the legacies on the both of you.

Releasing his grip on you, the corner of your lips upturned into a bitchy grin before stalking off and towards the rats' table, noticing the boy with his green hair styled into a mohawk had already sat at the opposite side.

Collective gasps could be heard from all around the room ranging from the Preps to the Soto Vatos as you slid onto the bench next to the new student, looking onto his work almost nosily before he instinctively hid it. You caught a glimpse of the shaded figures in his notebook, slightly impressed by his drawing abilities.

“Y/N why are you sitting here?” Billy questioned nervously as his eyes almost bulged out of his head at your bold move that would surely cause damage to your reputation and reputation meant everything in Kings Dominion.

“Is it a crime to sit here? If so, I can leave,” You responded, preparing to leave but a tug on your blazer from the new student signalled your approval. His chocolate brown eyes met yours nudging his head slightly and gesturing for you to sit.

Raising your brows expectantly you awaited him to introduce himself, even though you already knew his name.

“Marcus-,” He began to speak, holding his hand out to shake which you politely declined instead giving him a friendly smile, physical interaction wasn’t your thing.

“Lopez Arguello?” You stated pressing your lips into a thin line as the expression on his face was a mix of surprise and astonishment.

“You’ve got quite a reputation around here,” You stated, noticing the scar that trailed from his eyebrow and onto his cheek taunting you to ask the question of how he attained it.

Everyone in Kings Dominion has been through some fucked up and traumatizing shit, you just wanted to understand what his background was and hopefully, this would help you.

“So, I hear.” He muttered, returning his focus back onto the book in front of him, he seemed unnerved by it which caused some type of confusion to show on your face for a split second.

“Don’t mind Chico,” You replied to Marcus as he made eye contact with the leader of the Soto Vatos, watching Chico tauntingly purse his lips.

“Fuck that bully, He pushed a girl,” Marcus replied, returning his gaze to his book before looking back at you a somewhat unreadable expression plastered on his face.

“Do you know where we are? I’m pretty sure us girls can stand up for ourselves,” You scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest as a huff left your lips, you noticed his nervous tick as he kept tapping the pencil he was originally using for drawing on his thigh.

“That’s not what I meant,” He stuttered, beginning to explain but you were quick to cut him off yet again another trait you’d accidentally picked up from your time here.

“They can fight back they just choose not to, like Maria,” You commented, carefully examining his facial expressions as you brought up Maria.

He let out a loud exhale before replying. “What his deal, anyway?”

“Mm, Chico's cartel, numero-uno on campus,” Billy replied to his question as you nodded along making sure the information he was conveying to Marcus was truthful.

“Like the star football kids at a normal school,” You interjected, reaching over the table and stealing a piece of deep-fried chicken off Billy’s place in the process causing him to groan in response.

“Dicks,” Marcus seethed, causing a giggle to leave your lips as he was in fact correct.

“But the top of the legacies as in, not you guys,” You remarked while adjusting your legs underneath the table to make yourself more comfortable and take your mind off the beating you’d probably get from disobeying Chico's order.

“We get it Y/N, we’re losers,” Billy grumbled while finishing off what was left of his food waiting eagerly for you to leave.

“Let's get the groups over and done with,” You addressed, nodding to Billy to signal him for when you needed his help with explaining.

“Preps, Rich kids Mostly CIA, FBI.” Billy pointed to the table that held very clean shaven and proper students that looked like they’d just come out of a real academic academy.

“Fascists,” Marcus stated knowingly, his intelligence astounded you for a homeless kid you expected less from what you’d heard, but rumours never proved anything.

“Exactly.” You grumbled, stealing Billy’s milk cartoon and taking a swig of the flavoured milk which caused him yet again to outcry.

“Get your own!” He exclaimed, pouting in the process as he snatched the milk carton back from you, a scowl leaving his lips as you pulled a face at him before putting your hands up in surrender Marcus let out a small laugh at what was unravelling before him.

“Dixie mob, Confederate cousin-diddlers, White nationalists.” You noted, pointing to the next table further away from them which held Viktor and Brandy two of the most loathed students in the school or at least that’s how you liked to think of them.

“Nazis?” He questioned as almost is he was dumbfounded, running his finger through his curly hair as you nodded in reply.

“The Hessians classified by us as harmless drug dealers, we’re the real thing,” You proudly gloated, referring back to the Soto Vatos before quickly moving on.

“Final World Order out of Watts. Party bummers,” Billy continued on, shaking his drink with disinterest as you had drunken most of the flavoursome milk.

“What about her?” He inquired, his line of vision meeting the Kuroki Syndicate which automatically sent alarm bells ringing through your head as of course, he would’ve taken interest in the leader.

“Oh, Saya? I’m guessing she kissed you?” You questioned, raising your voice so loudly that you made sure she heard, glaring back at her with rage. The feud between the both of you was neverending.

“It’s her assignment tactic does it to everyone, sorry pal,” You attempted to reassure him as he raised his brows for a split second in sarcastic surprise.

‘Yeah, we're at the bottom of the food chain, no affiliation.” Billy cheerily announced embarrassingly, attempting to be light-hearted in the harrowing reality of it all.

“So how did you end up in the Soto Vatos?” Marcus asked while sliding his book out again, uncomfortable with your brutal honesty.

“It’s in my bloodline,” You answered unenthusiastically, resting your face in the palms of your hands.

“Is that so?” He commented in an almost teasing manner as you rolled your eyes, punching him in the arm. You knew he was wondering why a girl like you would trade sitting with the top of the legacies for a pair of rats.

“Are you testing me Lopez?” You questioned, replying to his teasing manner with equal if not more sass. He visibly scrunched his nose up at the use of his middle name.

“I’m not surprised if Chico kills you for this,” Billy commented, causing you to groan as that’s the very thing you were trying to forget.

“Woah what? I thought students couldn't kill each other,” Marcus naively spoke, shock evident in the tone of his voice as you awkwardly smiled.

“Chico doesn’t care about that,” You replied sighing loudly, Marcus’s gaze flickered between the both of you unsure of how to digest the new information.

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll look after you, I promise.” You gave him a sly wink as you tapped your fingers against his shoulder, letting them linger a little longer than intended to before removing yourself from the seat as every second of wasted time Chico's glare became harsher on you.

“She’s definitely something,” Billy mumbled, saddened by the lack of food left on his plate after your raid.

“Yeah, she is.” Marcus replied, throwing his head over his shoulder to watch you make your way back to the Soto Vatos, his lips upturned into a small smile.

His curiosity was going to get him killed.

#marcus lopez #marcus lopez x reader #marcus lopez imagine #marcus lopez icons #deadly class #marcus lopez arguello #saya kuroki #deadly class imagine

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jilliancares · 7 years

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Your Worst Nightmare

Summary: Dan can’t sleep--he never can. And it’s thanks to the demon under his bed.

TW: uhhh scary demon shit. idk when @mangothatismelancholy was reading it she was legitimately scared so idkkk

Genre: angst

Word Count: 5k

(here’s a drawing @societyshottheunicorns01 made!)

(and a drawing @haleykinz made!)

Dan saw it for the first time when he was nine.

As a kid he’d often been plagued with trouble sleeping; woken by nightmares; unable to fall asleep due to unease. Eventually he’d even stopped trying to sleep at all, instead sitting in his bed against the corner of the wall, a tower of blankets and pillows surrounding and piled against him. He would sit like that with all the lights on and try to evade sleep, would try to keep it from taking him into its clutches and pulling him down, down, down.

Of course, he hadn’t known why, at the time. He’d just thought that there was something wrong with him, while his parents had assumed that he might have anxiety, or that it was all sprouting from bullies at school. Neither of which were true. It was just that something felt deeply wrong in his room, something was there. He’d even tried sleeping in other places: on the couch, on the kitchen floor, in the bathtub. No matter where he went the feeling of unease followed.

It’d gotten to the point where the bags under his eyes were impossible to ignore anymore. His parents had taken him to the doctor imploring for help. The doctors had ended up prescribing him sleeping pills, ones that he’d been forced to take before bed.

He hated the sleeping pills. He hated them because they actually did their job, and he found himself falling asleep even while behind his barricade of blankets and pillows. Night after night he slept, feeling just as uneasy when he woke as he did falling asleep.

Eventually he got used to pattern, used to the constant uneasiness, to being forced to sleep. Occasionally he would fake taking his pill so he could stay up all night, so he could keep his guard up all night.

It happened when he was nine. A regular night, a familiar pill, a too-familiar feeling, and then he was sleeping. He woke up in the middle of the night, however, his heart thundering in his chest, his hands clenched into fists underneath his body.

His throat felt dry and extremely parched, which he foolishly tried to convince himself was the reason for his awakening. The sleeping pills were so good that on occasion he had wet the bed, the need to relieve his bladder not even enough to wake him from the deep sleep.

So why had he awoken?

That feeling he normally had, the one that lasted all through the night, that followed him through the day—though less prominent—was stronger than ever. He was sure something was wrong, sure something was out of place.

He just had to turn on the lights. He had to turn them on and fill the room with light, and then he’d be safe.

He cautiously looked around the room, searching for a sign of anything out of place, before he slowly sat up in bed. There was a lamp right there on his bedside table, if he could only flip the switch…

Swallowing thickly, he slowly, silently shuffled towards the edge of his bed, leaning out over the edge and stretching towards the table, towards the switch. And then, by some horrible force in his mind, he got the wretched idea to look down.

There, between the edge of his bed and the table, was a person’s hand, gripping the wood of his bed frame in its pale fingers. Horror shot through Dan’s body, dragging through him and ensnaring him in its claws. Between the wooden bed frame and the mattress he glimpsed an eye, a hint of a grin, and with that he’d been scrambling backwards—unable to scream—and slamming himself against the wall. He wrenched all of his blankets and pillows around himself, hugging them to himself tightly as he shook uncontrollably.

The lights, he thought desperately. I need to turn on the lights!

But he was immobilized with fear, forced to sit there and shake, to sit there and pray to a God that he’d never really believed in. For how could God exist when night after night, he was plagued with fear? When now there was something under his bed? Under his bed. It was under his bed!

He spent the entire night in a similar state of terror, but daylight eventually squeezed its way through the blinds on the other side of his room. He waited until the room was full of the glorious light before carefully, legs shaking unbelievably, crawling out of his bed. A quick, terrifying search revealed that the underside of his bed was free of intruders, and he stood with a relieved sigh.

It was then that something gripped his arm.

His scream lodged itself in his throat, wanting desperately to escape but unable to due to the sheer terror coursing through his body. The presence behind him shifted slightly, the fingers around his arm holding him so lightly. Dan could’ve easily broken free, except he couldn’t. He couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything with the fear taking up all the room in his body, shoving him out of the way and filling him from head to toe.

“Did you really think it was the light keeping me away?” an unfamiliar voice said quietly. Except Dan had the uneasy sense that he’d heard it before—in his dreams, perhaps.

A whimper escaped him then, a mere fraction of the noise he actually wanted to make. The intruder’s other hand came up and played with his hair, twirling the curly locks around his finger before grabbing Dan’s chin and turning it to the side. Out of his peripheral vision he could make out the boy.

Older than Dan by a few years and as pale as if he’d never seen the sun. His hair was as dark as Dan’s room was without lights. The boy’s eyes were sharp and piercing, cold and blue. And his mouth was pulled up in an amused grin.

“Can’t you talk?” the boy said, frowning in annoyance. Of course Dan could talk. But at that moment he felt very, very unable to. And so he said nothing, he let himself stand there with the boy’s hands holding him hostage.

The very next moment his bedroom door flew open and Dan thanked every god in existence. His parents! They could save him!

He yanked his chin out of the other boy’s grasp, turning towards the door with wide eyes. His mother peered into the room.

“Dear, aren’t you getting ready for school?”

The world crashed around him. Couldn’t she… couldn’t she see the boy behind him? Holding his arm?

“Y-yes,” he finally managed, his voice barely a whisper.

“Are you okay?” she asked, concern flooding her voice as her brows furrowed. The boy behind him chuckled at that, and then leant forward and rested his chin on Dan’s shoulder, his breaths fluttering past his ear. Dan stiffened even more.

“Yes,” he repeated, and his mother nodded slowly.

“You look tired,” she said then. “You slept last night right?”

“Yes.”

With a nod, his mother left the room. And Dan started to panic, his breaths ripping and forcing their way in and out of his chest, all the while the boy—apparently invisible to others—stood draped over him.

“So you can talk!” he laughed, before peeling himself away from Dan and circling around him.

Finally free from the… the… thing’s touch, Dan scrambled backwards to the one place he’d always been safe. He threw himself into his bed and behind his barricade of pillows, pressing himself tightly against the wall and squeezing his eyes shut. He squeezed his hands into fists as he wrapped them around his knees and held himself still, praying to be left alone, for the other boy to leave him alone.

All that fear and unease he’d been feeling for so long, that had plagued him night after night, was like a tether to that boy. Like a connection between them.

“It’s less fun when you’re scared,” the other boy commented lightly, directly into Dan’s ear. He jumped, his shoulder slamming into the wall, as he wrenched his eyes back open and stared at the other boy. He hadn’t even felt the bed settle beneath his weight, nor had he felt the pillows move.

He’d looked for the pillows, on the bed and the floor, only to finally notice them out of the corner of his eye, stuck to the ceiling. Icy cold had gripped his lungs. Would he feel like this for the rest of his life? Unable to be happy or normal or not afraid?

“What are you?” he finally whispered, managing to look towards the other boy.

“Your worst nightmare,” the boy answered, a wicked grin plastered on his face. Dan had whimpered. “But I’d rather be your friend.”

—

Dan refused to be his friend. He said no outright to the boy, the /demon/. This had angered him—his eyes flaring red while he'd glared at Dan, disappearing immediately afterward.

At the time, Dan had thought he'd somehow managed to defeat the demon. He'd proceeded to go to school, feeling shaky but oddly safe, and returned home still feeling perfectly fine. That night he'd slept soundly, even after not taking his sleeping pills.

Following that he'd had a week of absolute bliss: he'd slept easily and woken feeling perfectly safe, had gone about his week as any normal kid should. He'd thought that that was the end of it, that he was finally free.

He was wrong.

It was a familiar feeling that woke Dan, like fear and dread coiling in his gut. He woke immediately, his eyes flying open, only to see another pair of eyes staring right back at him. A strangled gasp ripped itself out of his mouth as he flung himself backwards, pressing himself against the wall and wishing he would shrink, praying he could just disappear.

He flinched as cold fingers brushed his hair out of his face, gripping his comforter even tighter to his chest.

"Leave me alone," he whispered, after dredging up whatever scraps of courage he could find. The other boy laughed.

"I did," he answered. "For a whole week. Do you know how bored I've been?"

Dan kept his eyes clenched shut, tried to block out the boy in front of him. "Go away," he hissed.

The other boy huffed angrily before grabbing Dan's chin in his icy fingers. Dan's eyes flew open as he tried to jerk backward to no avail.

"I won't go away," the boy promised. "I'll always come back."

"Who are you?" Dan demanded.

"Your worst—"

"No. Who are you?"

The boy blinked, his head tilting to the side, before he smirked. "You can call me Phil."

After that, Phil started showing up even when Dan wasn't alone, even when it wasn't night.

The first time it happened Dan was in class.

"Watchya learning?" a voice asked loudly behind him, talking over the teacher. With the voice came the familiar feeling in Dan's stomach. He stiffened, his eyes darting left and right to see if anyone else had noticed the voice. No one had reacted, all of them still writing as the teacher talked. Her voice sounded muffled to Dan's ears though, his heart beating too loudly for him to hear her.

Phil leaned over his shoulder, one of his hands resting on Dan's as he peered at the paper on his desk.

"Division? You don't already know how to do that?"

Dan was shaking. And of course he didn't know, he was just now learning it!

Go away, he wrote on his paper. Need to learn.

"I could teach you division much better than this old hag," Phil proclaimed. The pencil in Dan's hand was slick with sweat and he was having trouble holding it. His entire body was shaking slightly.

"Dan? Your teacher's talking to you. Aren't you listening?"

Dan's head shot up at that, his eyes wide. His teacher was, in fact, looking at him—and all the students too.

Concentrate, he told himself. Listen.

"Daniel," his teacher said, likely not for the first time. He never corrected them, never asked them to call him Dan—he was too embarrassed.

"Yes?" he managed.

"Are you okay? Do you need to go to the nurse?"

"Yes," he answered.

"To which one, dear?"

"Nurse."

With that Dan rose shakily from his seat and stalked to the door, closing it firmly behind him, hoping it would deter Phil, that the demon would stay away from him.

"You need to learn to pay attention," Phil's voice commented lightly beside him. Dan ignored him, hurrying down the hall and escaping into the bathroom.

Thankfully, it was empty. He stood in front of the mirror and gripped the edges of the sink, staring into his own eyes. His entire face looked pale, his eyes sunken and surrounded with dark bruises. He was exhausted. And terrified.

"You're not lookin' too hot," Phil said, appearing in the mirror behind Dan, who flinched.

"Why are you here?" Dan demanded. "Why me?"

"Because I want to be. Because I like you," Phil answered. "Why are you so scared of me? I've never given you reason to be."

Dan just shook his head. He couldn't explain it, the pit of terror that grew from his stomach and flowed through his veins, filling his whole body. He couldn't explain how just Phil's presence did this to him, how being around him was unbearable.

"Just stop being afraid," Phil said, before placing his hands on Dan's shoulders. He stiffened and met the other boy's eyes in the mirror. Even as he was asking Dan not to fear him, his eyes twinkled mischievously, evilly. Dan wrenched himself out of his grasp.

"Leave me alone."

Phil didn't leave him alone. More often than not he appeared with Dan wherever he was. Shopping with his mother, learning in school, reading in bed—Phil would show up.

But, perhaps thankfully, the fear started to subside. Or at least, Dan could think around it. The other boy was right in saying he'd never done anything to make Dan fear him outright (other than being an actual demon, of course). Really, he was more of a nuisance than anything else.

When Phil showed up on his bed, stretched out and lounging in the exact middle, Dan would press himself against the wall. Or he'd move and sit at his desk.

In school, Dan would do his best to pay attention to the teacher, even as Phil walked along the desks, snooped on the other students.

"Hey," Phil had once called from the other side of the room, where he was peering over Susie's shoulder. "She wrote your name in a heart!" Dan had avoided Susie that afternoon at recess.

But really, Dan had only stopped fearing Phil when he was twelve. Three years of tolerating Phil, of wondering why he was here and what his purpose was and why he wasn't eating Dan's soul. Three years of secretly fearing him, wondering if Phil would one day decide it was time to torment Dan. Three years of clenching his eyes shut at night and holding in tears, wondering if it would be a night he could sleep or if would be one where he was forced to stay awake as Phil accompanied him, as the fear swirled in his body and kept him from falling asleep. (His parents had stopped buying him sleeping pills a couple years back, after Dan had proclaimed that he was now fine without them.)

It'd been three years of all that before he finally stopped feeling afraid of Phil.

As a twelve year old, he'd begun to realize that where other boys enjoyed talking about girls and daring each other to ask them out, Dan liked watching their eyes light up as they talked about them. He liked the shape of them under their t-shirts, he liked secretly watching them as they changed for gym, though his heart pounded relentlessly whenever he did this.

It happened as he was walking home from school. His parents had just bought him an ipod and headphones, which he now always has stuffed in his ears as he walked home from the bus stop. (They were especially useful against Phil, who sometimes wouldn't stop talking to him even when he was trying to do homework. Though Phil would yank them out of his ears if he Dan ignored him for long enough.)

It was just as Dan thought that that the cord was pulled, the bud tugged from his ear. He huffed angrily and spun to tell Phil off, to tell him to let him walk home in peace, only to see it wasn't Phil.

It was two boys from his bus, though they'd never gotten off at his stop before.

"What do you want?" Dan demanded. The taller of the two boys sneered, the shorter rolling his eyes.

"We know your secret," the taller finally said. Dan's heart immediately lodged itself into his throat. How did they know?

"I don't have a secret," Dan said, though his voice shook. He took an unsteady step backwards.

"Oh yeah? So you're not gay then?"

Dan's eyes widened and his breath halted. How did they know how did they know howdidtheyknow?

"N-no," Dan muttered. The shorter boy scoffed, and the taller took a step forward and shoved Dan.

"Liar!" he shouted.

"I'm not lying," Dan protested. He glanced around, debating where the best place to run would be, when something collided with his jaw and black spots danced across his vision, moments before pain exploded. He crumbled to the ground as the two boys surrounded him, yelling insults and kicking his sides. He curled into a ball, trying desperately to protect his head as their blows continued.

And then dread filled his stomach—and with it, hope.

He pried his eyes open and peered around the legs of the boys attacking him,

biting down on a whimper as a particularly harsh kick landed in his stomach. Phil was staring with wide eyes, his mouth open in surprise, before his expression was overcome with rage.

He stormed forward and ripped one of the boys away from Dan (Dan hadn't even realized Phil could touch people other than him), sending him flying to the ground. Both boys cried out at that, the taller of the two having suddenly flown through the air without a reason that they could see.

They both ran away after that, sprinting from Dan without a backward glance. He just curled further in on himself, his entire body throbbing.

"Dan!" Phil said, speaking in a whisper for some reason. His hands gripped Dan shoulders tightly as he peered into his eyes. "Are you okay?"

Belatedly, Dan realized that the fear was no longer coursing through him, that Phil touching him wasn't causing him to stiffen.

"Yes," he answered.

-- -- --

Dan woke up to find Phil staring at him.

"Go away," he grumbled, rolling over and burying his face into his pillows.

"I'm bored," Phil answered, hooking his leg around Dan's and pulling him backward. Dan groaned in protest.

"Gotta sleep," he insisted. “Test tomorrow.”

“I’ll help you cheat,” Phil promised, and Dan knew he would. Like Dan could sleep anyway—Phil’s presence almost always meant that Dan wouldn’t be able to get any rest. He didn’t know if it was something lingering from when he’d been younger, that innate fear that had lived inside him, or if it was a power of Phil’s: the ability to steal sleep from Dan.

He had little powers like that, things that Dan never knew about until Phil used them. He didn’t ask questions about Phil—he was pretty sure that wasn’t allowed. No one had ever told him so, but it just felt like the truth. Like up was up, down was down, and Dan wasn’t allowed to ask about Phil.

But sometimes Phil’s abilities would just reveal themselves, paired with a wicked grin from the owner. For example, one time Dan had been reading his book and resolutely ignoring Phil, at which point his book had floated out of his hand.

“I—what!” he’d exclaimed, gaping at his book, now out of reach. “That’s not fair!”

“You not paying attention to me is what’s not fair,” Phil had retorted.

Now, Dan kicked Phil’s leg off himself and hugged his comforter tighter, pressing himself up against the wall. It reminded him of when he’d been younger and scared of Phil, though now he was just scared of the lack of sleep that was threatening him.

Phil sidled up next to his side and pressed his cold fingers against Dan’s neck, who jerked and elbowed Phil viciously in the stomach. “Don’t!” he hissed, wrapping his entire self in a cocoon of comforter in response. He knew it wouldn’t do much to deter Phil, knew Phil had those creepy powers…

The comforter disappeared between one blink of an eye and another, after which Phil was pinning him to the bed. Dan frowned up at the other boy.

“You should just let my sleep.”

“Imagine how boring it is for me, having to sit and watch you sleep,” Phil sighed dramatically. “You’d think you’d be more apt to entertain me.”

“You’d think you could just disappear to wherever you go until morning.”

Phil frowned. “That’s mean.” He rested his weight more fully against Dan, pressing him into the bed even more. Dan knew that by now there was no hope left, he was going to have to deal with Phil’s antics.

He tried to squirm out from under Phil but found himself thoroughly trapped. “Let me go,” he said, trying to shove Phil away. The thing was, Phil was strong. He could only be shoved away if he wanted to be, and he grinned down at Dan in a way that suggested he didn’t want to be. “I want to put on a sweatshirt.”

Now that the comforter was gone Dan was noticeably colder, the cold air assaulting his bare chest. Phil having a lower than normal body temperature wasn’t helping the situation either.

“I don’t want you to put on a sweatshirt,” Phil countered. Dan huffed in annoyance, prepared to argue, when Phil’s finger flicked across his nipple.

“Why do they do this when you’re cold?” Phil asked. He was still touching it, running his cold fingers back and forth over it curiously. Dan’s breathing had turned shallow at the touch.

“I-I don’t know,” he responded, trying to squirm out from under Phil again. Phil didn’t budge.

“Either let me sleep or let me put on a sweatshirt,” Dan said. Phil huffed dramatically but he slid off Dan, shoving him towards the edge of the bed. Dan shivered as he shuffled towards his closet.

Dan rushed home, constantly scanning his surroundings. It wasn’t that he was afraid of muggers or bullies or anything like that, it was that he was afraid Phil would appear. Usually Phil chose to show up by sneaking up on Dan, though other times he had made dramatic entrances such as jumping out of trees or standing on top of a moving car (he thought he was funny like that).

He didn’t want Phil to show up today, however. And so he returned home as fast as he could without running, shouting a hello to his parents before storming up the stairs.

Finding his room blissfully empty, Dan locked the door and tore off his clothes before climbing into his bed. Having time to himself was basically nonexistent, and though he was comfortable around Phil, he wasn’t quite at the point of asking Phil to go disappear somewhere so he could masturbate. Instead he had to wait for a moment when he was alone and hope Phil wouldn’t show up during it.

That’s how Dan found himself ten minutes later, flat on his back and teasing himself, his mouth open as he panted. He so rarely got to do this, got to enjoy himself like this…

He whimpered slightly as he ran his thumb over the head of his cock, his hips jerking into the touch. His other hand was pinching and twisting his nipple, his toes curled as pleasure thrummed through his body.

“Looks like fun.”

Dan jerked backward, his eyes flying open to find Phil lounging beside him, his eyes running from Dan’s head to toes. Dan was pressed against the wall with a pillow in his lap in miliseconds, his face burning as he buried it in his hands.

“What the fuck,” he whispered, heart pounding no longer from pleasure, but embarrassment.

“Don’t stop on my account,” Phil said. Dan could hear the smirk in his voice. He wanted to disappear.

“Can’t you just go away?” he begged, still not daring to look at Phil.

“Being away isn’t as fun as being here.”

Dan whimpered. His cock throbbed. He was going to get blue balls because of a fucking demon.

“Why don’t you just continue?” Phil asked lightly.

“You’re an asshole,” Dan muttered.

“I doubt you wanted to stop, anyway,” Phil continued. “After all, you looked pretty into it.”

Dan felt his face turn even redder, hidden beneath his hands, and he groaned. “You’re the worst,” he whispered. To make matters worse, his clothes were on the other side of Phil. As was the comforter. He couldn’t get to anything without having to bypass the other boy.

“Am I?” Phil asked lightly. His fingers danced along the edge of Dan’s ankle, which Dan managed to yank away. “It’s not like I’ll judge you. Everybody does it.”

“Pervert,” Dan accused, and the bed shifted as Phil moved. Dan felt him settle beside him, his shoulder pressed up against Dan’s. Dan held his pillow tighter.

His eyes finally flew open when he felt Phil’s breath against the shell of his ear. Every nerve in his body was suddenly active and waiting as the other boy’s lips descended on his neck, slowly sucking the skin into his mouth. His tongue flicked against it and Dan shivered, his fingers clenching in the pillow held against his lap. Dan couldn’t help tilting his head, giving Phil more access. Phil took advantage of the movement and sucked even harder, his teeth scraping against the sensitive skin. Dan whimpered.

And then he shoved his hand under the pillow. He gasped as his hand came in contact with his cock, and Phil moved down his neck a bit, sucking on a new section of his neck. Dan was panting again in no time as he worked his hand over himself, his other hand clutching desperately at the pillow.

“Fuck,” he breathed, and Phil chuckled against his neck. His fingers creeped up Dan’s chest and played with his nipple, making his breath hitch in his throat. He turned his head into Phil’s shoulder, dislodging the other boy’s mouth in doing so. His hand was getting faster and faster, his breathing doing the same.

Phil knocked the pillow aside and slid away from Dan, only to rearrange himself lower.

“Yes,” Dan whispered in realization, as Phil grinned up at him, hovering over his cock.

“What do you say?”

“Yes. Please, God, Phil!” Dan managed, and Phil descended upon him, his mouth hot, hot, hot where the rest of him was cold, cold, cold. His fingers were latched around Dan’s hips, keeping them from bucking as he swallowed him down.

“Fuck,” Dan whined, again and again, as his hand snuck down to latch itself in Phil’s hair. He was shaking, his body practically vibrating because of all the sensations.

Phil hummed around him, making Dan jerk underneath his ministrations, his fingers tightening, his toes curling.

It all happened too fast, too quickly, but one moment Phil’s hand was sneaking under him to cup his balls, all while he licked the tip of Dan’s cock, and then he was coming, shaking and moaning and twitching underneath Phil. He lay there panting as Phil sat up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

Phil casually tossed the comforter over Dan, who tugged it up noncommittally.

“Was that good?” Phil asked, pressing himself up against Dan’s side.

Dan looked at him, bleary-eyed. “Yeah,” he said. And then he fell asleep.

It was odd, falling in love with a demon. Demons weren't made for love. They were made for terrorizing, made for maiming and destroying. They weren't made for love, weren't supposed to hold you tight while you read or brush your hair out of your face while you did homework. But Phil did. For so long, sleep had been almost unimaginable while Phil was around. But now it was easy. Dan went to sleep with Phil by his side, Phil's arm wrapped around his torso, his soft breaths tickling the hair at the back of Dan's neck. Usually when Dan wasn't paying attention Phil would start idly playing with him, massaging his hand or his shoulders, playing with his hair. Dan loved it when Phil touched him. He loved the soft touches like those, and he loved the others ones too, the ones that left him clinging to Phil and crying out, panting and whimpering as his hands worked magic on him. He loved Phil. It was hard not to, after everything. Phil was his only friend, was the person who paid the most attention to him, who actually seemed to care for him. He talked to Phil more than he ever talked to anyone else. Finally, he decided it was time to tell him. Phil was sat across from him on his bed, one of Dan's booked propped open in front of him, when he said it. "Phil," Dan prompted. Phil looked up at him, his eyebrows raised slightly in question. Dan cleared his throat. "I love you." For a second, there was nothing. And then Phil grinned. It split his face from ear to ear, terrible, horrible. And then he disappeared. Dan's heart thudded loudly in his chest. An unfamiliar feeling, one that he had abandoned long ago, coiled in his stomach. It spread throughout his body and left him paralyzed with fear. Phil didn't return; not the next day, not the next week, not the next year. At first Dan questioned why. He was desperate, he was scared and hurt and filled with sorrow. But he knew what it was. How could he not? It was his worst nightmare.

(alternate ending for u pussies)

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