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halcyone-of-the-sea · 1 year

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If your taking requests at the time you get around to seeing this can we get some flirty Keegan? My man needs more love and I'm starving for more stuff with him. Maybe some downtime just cuddling and flirting and being relaxed with his s/o at home. Or perhaps some jealous Keegan, a night out and he doesn't like the way someone keeps eyeing his s/o. Your choice. ❤️

Gentle Worship

Pairing: Keegan P. Russ x F!Reader

Synopsis: The days when Keegan was home were rare, but always cherished.

Word Count: 5.03k

Warning: Slightly suggestive, pure fluff

A/N: Since these two requests were pretty much the same I combined them, hope you two don't mind. (I'll just tag you, @angsty-microwave, so you'll know right away that I posted this). This is the fluffiest thing I've ever written...Enjoy!

*I do not give others permission to translate and/or re-publish my works on this or any other platform*

His arm was wrapped around your waist, tight and gripping you like you would disappear if he let go. The sweeping sensation of his hand was spread over the skin of your abdomen, nestled under your large shirt, and a calloused thumb moves gently back and forth over any available flesh. Just above the swell of your opposite hip, which digs heavily into the mattress, fingers tighten as you shuffle slightly.

It was early – perhaps too early to be awake – but Keegan was nothing if not as constant as the morning birds who sing their songs outside the window every day. Cascading light was just beginning to crest into the shared apartment, rendering your sheer shades useless.

The only upside to that cheap purchase was that it helped get you out of bed in the morning, even if it was only to find a blanket to throw over the curtain wrack.

Your boyfriend’s bare chest expands over your back and a silent sigh rustles the strands of your hair. A nose is pressed into your neck, a soft nuzzle leaving the flesh of your lips twitching into a sleepy smile. It was rare you woke up with him still home, but quickly remembered this was his scheduled day of leave.

“I know you’re awake,” Keegan’s voice blesses your ears, deep and layered with gravel. You wondered if he got any sleep last night; when you went to bed he wasn’t back from work yet.

The man fixes his grip on you and pulls, and, unbelievably, you end up closer to him. The Ghost presses your form deeply into his body like you were a teddy bear and not a grown woman before he continues. You go willingly, of course, the sheets rippling like water around the two of you as you slide. There was no better space heater than Keegan, and when he touched you, your skin turned to malleable clay.

Smiling, your eyelids keep stubbornly closed as a kiss is pressed into the fabric of his t-shirt you had stolen, just by your shoulder blade.

“How?” Your voice whispers, lips forming a smirk. How had he known you were awake? The answer was incredibly simple – you already knew it, in fact. But it was better when you heard it from him.

Keegan grunts, legs intertwined with yours. Sluggish, his free hand goes to circle around under your neck, leeching onto your throat as you sleepily make a noise at the action – not surprised but more annoyed at the jostling of your head. He doesn’t apply pressure, simply grips you and curls his fingers to find that specific place.

“Pulse,” He says, squeezing for a moment and feeling your heart rate spike before his hand drops like lead. Your face heats, lungs tighten.

Stifling a small giggle, you bring your limp hand up and grab at Keegan’s digits. You intertwine your fingers with his and pull, flipping his hand over and bending his wrist to an angle so you can lay a quick kiss to the burn scar along his knuckles.

He had gotten it shielding Ajax, another Ghost, from debris flying off a grenade blast a long time ago. The damage extended down his arm and ended at his elbow – he always said it was ugly, and from then on you had never gone a day without kissing it. Every part of him was damaged, but you had never seen someone as beautiful as Keegan.

The Ghost shivers at the feeling of your lips, and his breath stills in reverence as you lay another.

To think he knew you so well he could tell when you had awoken by a small uptick in your veins; hear your heart pulse back to consciousness with his ear pressed to your neck, curled around you so tight you didn’t need a blanket for warmth.

The man thinks to himself that even if you were a thousand miles away he would always know how you were just because of how much he cared for you. Like some fucked up sixth sense.

When Keegan was out in the field he often looked at his watch and knew exactly what you were up to – at seven you woke up, made the bed, and entered the kitchen at seven fifteen still in your pajamas. From then on you made breakfast, took a shower, and so on. He could be in a gunbattle with Federation soldiers and his mind would blank when he spies his timepiece.

She’s going on a walk right about now, The Ghost would blink, balaclava bunched over his nose and chin; he would snap back not a mere second later as if he was never distracted.

If anything those moments grounded him – reminded him of what he was going back to when the sting of gunpowder made his eyes burn and his blood thumped with adrenaline. They should have distracted him, made him sloppy, but the thought of you waiting for him turned his focus to razor-sharp. He’s never going to leave you waiting for him for too long, hoping beyond hope that he’s not dead somewhere.

“Welcome home, Kee,” You whisper against the skin of his wrist, and the man seems to remember to breathe as his heart skips a beat in his ribcage, “I’m glad you’re back.”

Keegan hums, expression softening, and the grip on your hip moves back. His callouses leave goosebumps in their wake, scratching your skin so perfectly as they start a journey to the opposite side of your waist. Traveling, the limb tenses to roll you onto your back with practiced ease. Keegan moves slightly, and you half-open your eyes with a grunt of surprise only to be graced with the blurry view of his toned chest, ivory scars you love just as much as the rest of him on full display. Grey sweats sit loosely around his tapered waist, the string united and tickling your navel as Keegan shifts his weight to be above you, knees pushing your legs open. Slumping forward, his hands land right by your head, crimpling the pillow below you and bringing your adoring attention to his eyes.

Gun metal blue, with flecks of pure iron near the center – usually hard and cold, they stay half-lidded and weighed down by the early morning; silken in a way only you knew.

You loved his eyes, how they gave you so much so willingly. It was a feat that others could dream about but never attain as you had.

Keegan’s black hair is ruffled, the longer bits sticking out in a way that reminded you of a black cat who had just gotten into a fight in the back alley. The rising sun caresses his sharp cheeks and makes playful shadows.

Gawking at him would be an understatement, but it wasn’t like the man wasn’t doing it back to you.

Your body was sagging with fatigue, eyes red at the corners and watery. The shirt that once belonged to Keegan was now claimed as your own, baggy and swamping the sleep shorts you wear as if they weren't even on you. But that wasn’t really a surprise anyways – the shorts were barely sizable enough to be considered attire.

Keegan wouldn’t have it any other way.

His eyes travel the expanse of your visible throat, how it bobs as you swallow, tongue clicking; going down he grunts lowly as his gaze lands on your bare thighs and the way they spread nicely around his fitted body and allowed him to grip you where he saw fit.

You were so small compared to him…different. Soft and good. There were times the man was confused as to how this relationship even worked as well as it did because of how starkly contrasted your worlds were. Keegan, when he was away, was silent – so silent people could go days without comment from him unless it was necessary to the mission, so how you got him talking to you at that bar was an utter mystery.

She’s good, Keegan thinks to himself as he spaces out above you, hands near your head tightening into the pillowcase, Didn’t even realize it was too late ‘til she had me in bed with her.

Just as your body started to squirm with anticipation from how Keegan was admiring you with eyes that bleed lust, his weight suddenly drops on top of you without any warning. Going to press his lower body between your legs, your sleep shorts bunch at the skin of his waist; his arms snake under your shirt - groping at any skin available. You yelp as your eyes bulge but don’t say a word as the Ghost situates himself as a gigantic dog would. A quiet moment passes where you hear the birds outside the window, chirping away and calling to their mates, but then your chest jerks in raspy, delayed, laughter; face wrinkling as warmth floods around your all-encompassed body.

You were all but disappearing under him like you were never there.

Keegan smirks from where his head is pressed into the crook of your neck, muttering, “Good to be back…Missed ya.’”

“Hm,” You make the sound in the back of your throat, raising a hand to card your fingers through his hair, “Well, you better have. I made brownies yesterday.”

Itching at his scalp, the man releases a sound akin to a purr, and the grip on you tightens, shoving you down even further into the mattress. By now the sheets had been pressed to the far end of the bed, thrown into a pile you would have Keegan straighten out when he made the bed later. You continue your action on his head as the weighted blanket above you presses light kisses to your sleep-warm skin.

Keegan pours himself into the action – knowing how to tell you everything without uttering a word.

It wasn’t long before your eyes started fluttering again, a delicate sigh falling from your lips as Keegan’s nose slides up your pulse point to your sensitive ear.

“Go back to sleep,” He says, voice so smooth it travels over you like rain and leaves you shivering, “It’s too early for you to be up yet.”

“M’kay,” You mutter, knocking your head to the side so it lightly connects with his scalp, the strands itching your cheek. He chuckles from over you, and you feel it more than hear it, but nonetheless, it leaves a warm fire in your veins as your breath evens; your lungs suck in careful breaths.

You don’t notice, but your hand stays pressing Keegan’s head into you, latched onto the ebony of his hair strands like a lifeline. His hands around your waist squeeze once before they fall stationary – pointedly staying still as his heart beats opposite yours.

And then a slow, steady, silence.

The birds chirp and the sun rises, but in the bedroom, two lovers fall into a gentle slumber that only they could achieve in each other's presence. A strange phenomenon, really, to find a man like Keegan so eager to disappear into a dream – he rarely had nice ones. But, one could suppose that when he was with you the bad dreams never plagued him as they did in No Man’s Land during extended Ops.

Because he never uttered a peep as he, in a pure sleep, nuzzled his head deeper into your neck instinctually.

—

The sun is noticeably more visible, no longer a deep red but rather a goldish-orange that makes it look like the curtains are on fire. There are shadows of flying birds passing by behind the glass, whizzing about to catch insects mid-air before zipping back to their nests; no doubt feeding hungry children.

Groaning your fingers twitch under the cream-colored comforter pulled up to your chin, and your eyes blink open. There’s a moment where you wonder where the weight on your chest has gone before you realize the absence was much more than a force.

Where did Keegan go?

His weight was absent from over you, his defined muscles not heavy on your skin just the way you like. The disappearance of those rough hands carding over your body made you huff, nose scrunching in annoyance. Already you knew he wasn’t in the bedroom or the Master Bath.

Keegan was always silent when he went about, but when he was home you always found him making more noise so he wouldn’t scare you – walking more heavily, closing the cabinets so they made a small thump, even whistling when coming into a room you were in. There were too many broken mugs in the garbage admittingly but, now, the numbers had all but halted.

Sitting up, you rub at your eyes before yawning, stretching your arms above your head, and arching your back before feeling the chill of the air invade your now-shed cocoon. Goosebumps rise as you shift your body and throw your legs out, bare feet dancing just above the wooden floors. Before you were about to graze your toes a grating sound from the kitchen stalls you; freezing your body as it leans forward, hands by your hips.

With twitching ears, you look at the slightly ajar door, eyes wide as your head tilts.

“Keegan?” You ask, eyebrows furrowing.

“Kitchen!” Your boyfriend calls back, and the scraping of a cast-iron pan makes itself known to you.

Smiling, you look down at the cold floor and come up with an idea to keep as much body heat as possible while also making it to your Lover in record time. Throwing off the remainder of the covers you bolt to the door like a deer, pushing it to the side and squealing as the chill begins to enter your bones. Bouncing, you dash down the hallway laughing with a wide smile before entering the joint living room and kitchen.

You see Keegan’s bare broad back at the stove, defined build falling to a tapered waist that begs for your legs to be wrapped around it. He still wears those gray sweats, only held up by the swell of his hips. Keegan’s head tilts to the side, listening to your glee as his hand lowers the spatula to rest on the counter.

What’s she up to this time? He wonders, face blank but eyes crinkling at the sound of your echoing laughter. Keegan loved your laugh – loved it even more when he realized it was only for him to keep.

Taking a step back from the eggs he’s cooking, the man is just about to turn around to see what’s going on, and why you’re running feet are pounding over the floor, but you’re already upon him.

Thumping up the two stairs that separate the kitchen and living room, you dodge the island counter with nimble feet and launch yourself at Keegan’s back.

Grappling like a koala, the Ghost below you grunts in surprise as your arms wrap around his neck; legs over his waist and locking. Reeling back away from the heated stove top so no one gets burned, Keegan’s hands snap back to your scalp and to your thigh. His eyes widen as he whips his head to the side to stare at you. Shock lives in the deep pools of his iris’.

“What the hell are you–?!”

Your laughter interrupts his loud exclamation and the boar of a man pauses under you, fingers at your thigh squeezing the flesh like you were going to fall off of him; as if your legs weren’t clasped around him for dear life. Keegan keeps eye contact, raising a brow in mute exasperation.

“You mind tellin’ me why you thought that was a good idea, Doll? One mistake and you would’ve sent me right into the stove.”

You press your face into the back of his skull, cheeks heating with sheepishness as you nuzzle the strands of his hair, “...The floors were cold…”

A moment of silence ensues, the sizzling of the eggs in the pan the only sound bouncing off the walls. The nothingness trickles before a jerking motion of the body you hold makes you bounce up and down, hands along your form tightening.

Keegan chuckles velvet-like, eyes crinkling at the edges as a small smile stretches his lips. You, in turn, giggle quietly into his skin, peeling your head back just a smidge to look him in the eye with a mischievous glint. The man turns his head back to the pan and releases the hand from the back of your head, going to grab the spatula with long fingers. His second stays on your thigh, lightly squeezing when you lean farther into his back.

He shoves down the feelings of delight that your close contact gives him.

“Smells good,” You comment, chin going to rest on Keegan’s shoulder. It was a wonderful thing that your boyfriend was tall – you had a perfect view of everything below you so long as you used him like playground equipment, “I missed you cooking half-naked in the mornings. Gave me a good view and a meal…” Cheekily, you nudge his ear with your nose, “Sometimes both at the same time.”

You hear the man huff, but the redness that blooms over his ears makes you smirk, half the grip around his neck moving to trail over his Adam's Apple; nails lightly dragging over the scars and burns over his pecks and upper body.

“Careful,” Keegan warns, but the gravel in his voice betrays his enjoyment. As well as the sly tone he takes.

“I am being careful,” You tease, drawing your hand back for stability when Keegan moves to grab the plates from inside the nearby cabinet, “If I was any more careful I’d be you.”

“You’re makin’ it sound like an insult,” He distributes the eggs evenly, sending you a quick glance out of the side of his eye – the makeup of them back to that regular blank slate but still glazed with care – and raised a brow.

You have to choke down the whimper in your throat when he stares at you like that.

“Well, how do I put this,” Looking to the side to hide your burning cheeks, you continue, “You’re the only person who could be you, attractively, Love. I think It would induce a heart attack if anyone else acted like you around me.”

“The hell is that supposed to mean, Civ?”

You laugh as Keegan jostles you, shaking his shoulder so you have to grip him tighter around the neck and waist. He scoffs, but a slight curl to his lips tells you everything you need to know.

The damn bastard likes me hanging off him, You realize, Son of a Bitch.

But you can’t help the way your pulse sings.

Grabbing the filled plates, Keegan moves to the island with you still stuck to his back before striding smoothly to grab forks; carrying you like you weigh nothing to him.

For a man like your boyfriend, you do weigh nothing.

“Off you get,” Keegan mutters, turning around when he gets back to the island so your backside is just above the countertop, “Careful.”

You release your legs from around his waist, flinching lightly at the chill of the granite as your skin connects, and allow the man to turn around with your fingers still locked together behind his neck.

“I think you’ve forgotten something,” You lift a brow in expectation, and watch Keegan tilt his head.

“Forgotten? I don’t forget things, Doll,” He says, but steps closer regardless, placing down the forks on the island with a clink before his large hands go to your waist, pressing heavily into the fabric of your shirt, “You’ve confused me with someone else. Hesh, probably.”

“Hmph,” You roll your eyes, “If I remember correctly you woke up first, so it’s your turn, Kee. And Hesh isn’t that bad at forgetting stuff – he remembers Riley’s birthday well enough.” Smirking, you puff out your chest.

Keegan frowns down at you.

The man’s grip rapidly travels to your back, forcing you right into him with a dig of his fingers and all you can do is gasp in retaliation. You feel his muscles move and writhe with the action, biceps bulging over your side as they shove into your flesh.

“Hm,” Keegan grunts from above, and you feel his chest expand against yours because of it. He leans closer so that his breath hits your lips, and utters sarcastically as his eyes bore into you wide ones, “Alright. But only because my girl asked so nicely.”

Keegan moves his hand to grip your chin tight and angles your head up without hesitation, thick digits brushing your skin before his lips descend and encompass yours.

All of it happened so suddenly that you barely had time to react before he was already groaning into your mouth, guiding your head to the side. Sighing through your nose, your eyes flutter shut as you both move together, and when you dig into the sensitive skin of his neck with your nails you let your teeth graze his plump flesh.

Pulling at his bottom lip, you revel in the sensation of his palms sliding down your spine, going to tighten a hold over the band of your shorts at the small of your back. He opens his mouth for you, allowing your tongue to meet his own. A deep humming in his chest showed his pleasure.

Keegan could never fully describe how kissing you affected him – how it broke down his psyche to the bare essentials that he would use to make you feel good in turn. It was like trying to describe a drug trip, wanting more with a deep ache in his chest.

This really was the best way to wake up.

Grunting and pulling back for air, you pant as your nose twitches. The scent of the eggs was at your side, tempting your empty stomach like a Keegan was testing your willpower. Smirking when the man’s bitten lip comes into your field of view, your boyfriend moves and puts his forehead against yours. His eyes silently urge you to continue what you were doing moments ago, but you pause.

“I’m hungry,” You say simply, eyes sparkling as your heart bounces inside of you; lungs slowly gaining back the air that Keegan had stolen. Ever the overachiever, he doesn’t even look partially winded.

The Ghost’s expression shifts, eyebrows turning in at your comment. He mutters, “I can take care of–”

A finger snaps to his mouth, and you press until the skin bulges out at the sides. Chuckling, you catch Keegan’s fake pouting and less-than-amused expression and use your free hand to ruffle his hair. He scoffs, pulling his head away from your attacking grip.

“For eggs, Keegan Russ.” The man groans quietly, backing up a step, “You perv.”

Your arms immediately gravitate to one of the forks and a plate, legs still handing off the counter limply.

“Tease,” Your boyfriend mutters before squeezing your thigh and going to grab the milk from the fridge. Smiling, you watch his back as he saunters away, chewing the food he had made for the both of you.

—

“Love?” You call from the living room, digging around in the drawer, fingers sliding over the old vinyl records, muttering the names under your breath before pausing, “Where’s My Way?”

“Frank Sinatra?” The man asks from the office where he was finishing up some reports from Elias.

Usually, you would be annoyed by the Ghost leader for giving your boyfriend more work to do on his day off, but seeing as it was only a single file this time, you could stave off the fiery phone call to the Captain.

It’s a good thing Elias’ nice, You think with a furrowed brow, Otherwise, I’d have no problem yelling at him.

“...Third drawer to the right, fifth down just under Louis Armstrong.”

“Thanks!” Following Keegan’s instructions, your dig around and, sure enough, after passing What a Wonderful World you find the blue sleeve depicting Frank Sinatra’s face and smirk, “There you are, lovely,” Muttering, you close the drawer and carefully peel the vinyl out of the protective layering and walk over to the record player sitting on one of the side tables near the couch.

Dropping the sleeve on the coffee table, you set everything up just right and place the needle in the groove carefully, making sure not to scratch it. Soon enough the catchy song is wafting out into the air, leaving you nodding your head along to the late ’60s tune. Humming, and feeling quite content, you turn to go and grab a book and wait for Keegan to be done with his work; your comfy pants and sweatshirt hugging you warmly along the way.

“Thought you hated Sinatra?” Yelping, your heart stutters as your head snaps to the hallway opening, “Called him overrated, if I’m not mistaken.”

Leaning against the wall, Keegan watches you closely, a black tank top on but still sporting those gray sweatpants. It was like he knew that you loved the way he looked in them.

“You need a bell, Kee,” You force out a quick breath, frowning over at the man, “You know that? And I did not say I didn’t like Sinatra – that was The Beach Boys.”

Keegan rolls his eyes but stays where he is, arms crossed as you still hum to the song under your breath. He looks at your clothes, freshly washed hair, and the way the light covers you like a shroud. You looked so simple like that…domestic…he calls the word forward to his mind.

It was one he never thought he would use to describe a situation he was in – not even when before ODIN was fired over the Western United States. Domestic. Try as he could, being like that with you was far better than anything he had ever experienced.

You brought him comfort that he would kill to keep.

Suddenly, Keegan pushes off the wall just as you start to head over to the bookshelf. You had simply expected him to leave and go back to his office; finish those reports so the afternoon could be free.

“Keegan?” You ask as he continues to stalk forward, your legs halting in turn, “What are you doing?”

He stops right in front of you as the song meets the high point and his silent feet pause ahead of you. Looking at him strangely, you tilt your head and smile, slightly confused.

He has to finish work…why is he…

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Amusingly creasing your brow, you watch as Keegan tilts his head. He holds out a hand to you, beginning to smirk at the question.

Wasn’t it obvious?

His eyes were burning again, littered with wells of silver and iron that gleam like stars when the warm light hits them. You’re reminded of a story you were told as a child about an immortal prince of starlight, who waited through every century to find the reincarnated woman he loved – the lady only able to remember their lives together when she looked into his eyes.

Now, Keegan was no prince. He was far too covered in blood and gore to ever be considered one…but at that moment you swear he came close to one.

“Dance with me, Doll.” Your expression freezes, breath stilling, before a heavy heat blooms all over your face and neck; ears burning. Watching your boyfriend with soft wonder, your heart beats out of order.

Dance? You can’t help the giddy look on your face, ears twitching, He wasn’t to dance with me?

The music in the background swells as you place your hand in his, feeling his rough callouses and sucking in a breath when he squeezes your limb so gently – like you were made of glass.

Your hands go around Keegan’s shoulders, fingers itching the back of his neck as his own circle your waist. Both of your chests brush, and you wonder if he can feel how fast your heart is beating. Humming My Way under your breath, you begin to sway back and forth softly as your boyfriend stares down at you. A smile graces his lips, pulling back to show pristine white teeth.

Those true smiles were only promised to you, and you would have it no other way.

“You’re a real softy, Mr. Russ,” You whisper, setting your head into the crook of his neck and sighing, “What would you do if your friends saw you like this? Slow Dancing? Talking all the time instead of grunting out orders?”

“I’d have to off ‘em,” He grunts, ironically, with his breath rustling your hair, “Can’t ruin my reputation now. Worked too hard for it.”

Pressing a kiss to your head, you feel Keegan’s chest begin to rumble, causing you to let your body lose all tension and tautness. Closing your eyes, you let him guide your movements with his own and listen to the sound of him humming to you. The music was lost to the two of you, only absorbed in each other – the feeling of skin and beating pulses.

These moments were rare, but so, so, worshiped. You knew Keegan’s job was dangerous, but, hell, the world was dangerous now. All you could ask was that he came home – not that he would come home uninjured because he almost always would. Your boyfriend was selfless, giving so much and never asking for anything. Worthy of all the love in the world.

And you would give that to him – freely. Because you know he loved you in turn.

You were both the receivers of a gentle type of worship; a blessing that can only be given to a kind of bond that would never be broken despite the limitations of death.

And as Keegan lays his hand under your chin and brings your lips into a kiss, you knew that even long after you were both dead and gone the very bones that live in you would always yearn to be by his.

Keegan was your future, and, so too, were you his; he would always return home just for you.

For this.

For a gentle, unselfish, worship.

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Chapter 32 of human Bill is convinced he's the best prisoner ever and does not deserve this abuse from the Pines:

Bill gets his fingernails painted! 💅🌈✨ Look at his fingernails, I drew this week's picture just to show them off. They're fun.

Bill also gets bound to a magic poppet that can control his every move.

It's hilarious for Dipper and Mabel, but not for Bill.

The early morning still was broken by Stan's wails of despair.

At some point during the night, the egg-and-toilet-papering kids had come back to Stan's car.

And they'd brought rocks.

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Bill woke up with a sheet tossed over him and a cupcake sitting on the window seat. The cupcake was pink with green frosting and decorated like a happy jack-o'-melon. It was sitting on top of a note:

"Sorry I didn't mention I had plans tonight! Robbie's mom made cupcakes for everyone so I grabbed you one. The music video's gonna be AMAZING! I'll show you when Robbie posts it!" Mabel had signed with a shooting star.

Bill decided he hadn't been mad at Mabel last night at all.

He battled gravity to heave himself vertical, trudged downstairs to the bathroom, stuck his face under the faucet until his mouth tasted less like sour sandpaper, agonizingly dragged himself back upstairs to his makeshift bed, and collapsed under the sheet to wait until his head stopped hammering.

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Sprawled on the living room floor, Mabel said, "What should I draw?"

"Draw me." Bill was sitting cross-legged on the sofa, watching the news and nursing a glass of Mabel juice. In an effort to counteract the lingering queasiness from overdosing on sugar and chocolate, he'd spiked the juice with two ground-up Elderly 60+ Vitaman™ brand Man Vitamins (khaki flavor) stolen from a bottle that Ford had bought for Stan and that Stan forgot to take.

"Okay!" Mabel turned around and squinted up at Bill. "Strike a pose!"

"Not like this!" Bill shoved a hand in Mabel's face to force her to stop looking. "Draw me how I really look."

"Bill, that's illegal. Remember?" Mabel pointed at the TV. Bodacious T was reporting on a child who'd dressed up for Summerween as "that weird out-of-towner who bothered us last year, you know the one," and who, under the Never Mind All That Act, had been fined fifty pieces of candy. The child's mugshot showed his crying face, but blurred out his yellow costume.

"He'd be the coolest kid in town," Bill said, "if he wasn't such a crybaby in front of the cops. Draw me anyway."

"I don't wanna get arrested!"

"Do you see any cops?" Bill grinned. "Just don't sign your name, nobody will know it was you."

Mabel considered that. "I can sign it someone else's name." She pulled out a few crayons.

"That's what I'm talking about! Do anything you want forever and frame the innocent!"

"What do you want me to draw you doing?"

"The coolest thing you can think of."

Mabel considered that, and got to work.

The news was boring now. They were talking about the weather, and it wasn't even interesting weather. "So hey, you were gonna tell me about filming last night?"

"Oh yeah!" Mabel said. "Did I mention the part where the dead rose from their graves?"

Bill muted the TV. "And I missed it?"

Robbie had decided the cemetery at his place would be more atmospheric than the trick-or-treater-filled streets (and less likely to have their shots ruined by passersby that didn't appreciate the depth of Robbie's lyrics). It went great, until the vibrations of angsty rock-and-roll stirred the slumbering corpses and they clawed their way from their graves. It turned out Gravity Falls had been having off-and-on invasions of the undead for the past year, ever since somebody decided to reanimate every corpse in town for fun, Bill.

"You can't prove it was me, I'm not the only one who knows how to raise the dead!" Bill laughed. "Hey—you're not drawing this body, are you? You said you wouldn't."

"I'm not, I promise!"

"Then why do you keep staring at me?"

"Um."

"Let me see!"

"No! Don't ruin the surprise!" Mabel picked up a glitter pen with feathers glued to the end and waved them in Bill's face. "And no cheating with your eye-bleeding psychic magic!"

Bill smacked the pen away. "Fine! So what did you do with the zombies? Feed one of the teens to them?"

"No! I chewed like four packs of gum me and Dipper got from the weird homeless dentist and made a fake baby brain. We used it as bait to lead them into an open grave," Mabel said. "And then we realized we could use the brain to train them to do tricks! So now we have dancing zombies in the music video. They actually learned the choreography pretty easily."

"Makes sense," Bill said. "I did fill the space where their souls should be with an insatiable hunger to party."

Mabel grinned. "I thought you said they weren't your fault."

"If they're good at dancing, I'm taking credit!"

"They were pretty good—especially considering how many limbs they were missing," Mabel said. "I'll show you when Robbie's finished editing the video."

"And I'll get to see you playing a creepy ghost kid, right?"

"Yeah! We were the greatest ghosts ever! Check it out, we were like—" Mabel fixed Bill with a dead-eyed slack-jawed stare and whisper-sang, "'We're the things that you have lost. Childhood joy, dead as a ghost.'"

"Chills."

"Dipper tried so hard to get in character as a ghost that he completely zoned out for a minute! When we shook him out of it, he said he felt like he had an out-of-body experience!"

####

At his computer, Robbie clicked play on a clip of the twins standing side-by-side in front of the cemetery gate. As they sang the chorus, Dipper's face went still; and then a spectral gray form rose out of his head, still singing in sync with Mabel.

"Whoa," Robbie said. "Sick. I'm keeping that in."

####

"So, it turns out my bro is an expert method actor," Mabel boasted.

Bill thought back to Dipper drifting up and down the stairs in the middle of the night. "Yep. Sounds like he's got quite a talent."

Mabel set down her crayons and held out a paper. "Okay—what do you think?"

Bill accepted the drawing. "Am I riding on the back of a rocket ship?"

"Like a bucking bronco! See the rocket flames doing a loop?"

"Sure do. Why am I holding a fish bowl?"

"It's like a cowboy waving his hat, but, you're in space. So that's your astronaut helmet."

"It's beautiful," Bill said intensely. "It's the best thing I've ever seen."

"Aw, really? Thanks!"

"When I take over the universe, I'm rearranging the constellations to look like this."

"Don't do that, though."

"Fine, but I'm hanging it up in my throne room." Bill set down his empty glass so he could hold the picture with both hands, beaming at it as proudly as though he'd made it himself. Big change from his lukewarm reception of her house drawing yesterday. She should draw Bill more often. Being a good artist meant understanding what your audience wanted.

Unfortunately, now that she'd finished her drawing, she didn't have anything to distract her from staring at Bill. And she'd taken about as much of seeing him as she could stand. "Bill. I say this with non-judgmental love. But you look sooo terrible."

"Yeah, I know. I think I'm shaped about as nicely as a human could ask for," he pantomimed drawing a triangle in front of his torso, "but let's be real, there's only so much you can do when you're working with a human bone structure. And there's way too much neck—"

"No! Bill, your body is beautiful just the way it is, and don't let anyone tell you otherwise. I meant your hair looks awful."

Bill had taken a shower yesterday morning, emerged with his hair all wet and tangled, and done absolutely nothing to detangle it. And then, with it still half damp and totally disheveled, he'd shoved it under a cheap acrylic wig for the rest of the night. And then he'd fallen asleep on the floor still wearing the wig.

And now, with the wig removed, his hair looked like a bird had plucked out half a scarecrow's straw brains and made a nest out of it.

"It sure does," Bill said, with the slightly forlorn air of someone complaining about a war in a far-off country over which one had no power.

"So brush it!"

"No. Never. You can't make me."

"Why not? I thought you wanted to keep your hair all triangly!"

"Not enough to touch it. Either it'll figure out how to straighten out on its own or it won't, I'm not messing with it. I've got enough going on in my life today." By which he meant he had the last lingering traces of a hangover, which was a valid excuse to get out of all social, moral, and aesthetic obligations.

Mabel groaned in frustration. "I can't take looking at it anymore! If you won't brush it, can I?"

Bill gave her a skeptical look; but then he flung his hands out dismissively. "Sure, why not? If it bothers you so much. Have at it."

"I'll be right back!"

She got her brush from upstairs and a spray bottle from the kitchen, and directed Bill to sit on the floor so she could get on the couch behind him. After making such a fuss about brushing his hair, Bill was surprisingly well-behaved with somebody else brushing it for him. He didn't even complain when Mabel accidentally yanked on some nasty snarls a little harder than she meant to.

"I feel like a corpse getting prettied up for my funeral," Bill said. "Grooming each other is how humans bond, isn't it? This is one of your little social rituals? If all you wanted was to make sure we're still friends after you ditched me last night, you could have just asked."

Mabel shoved her foot between Bill's shoulder blades. Wise guy. She joked, "Yeah! We're bonding now! After this we're gonna paint each other's fingernails and talk about what kind of boys we like."

"I want rainbow spiral fingernails."

Mabel really should be used to this—but she still kept getting surprised that Bill was interested in the stuff she liked. And not even in a patronizing sure-I'll-play-along way. He'd turned to look at her. There was a gleam in his eyes. He really wanted rainbow spiral fingernails.

And now she wanted rainbow spiral fingernails, too. "Fine! But look forward until I finish your hair." One way or another, Mabel vowed, she would reform Bill into a proper good guy—even if she had to drag him there kicking and screaming. Fun dress-up partners were hard to find, and she couldn't afford to lose Bill.

####

Soos wandered to the living room to find somewhere to hang up his and Melody's "Best Couple Cosplay" award, but stopped in the doorway.

Bill, Mabel, and Waddles were sitting on the floor, watching some kind of cartoon psychedelic fairy princess lecture a spider on the importance of colors, with a bowl of popcorn between them. Bill and Mabel both had bright multicolor fingernails and were eating the popcorn with chopsticks to avoid touching their nails. There was more popcorn on the floor than in the bowl. Waddles had taken no such cares to avoid dragging his freshly painted hooves through the carpet.

"Truth or dare," Bill said.

"Dare!"

"Dare you to assassinate the..." Bill trailed off. "I can't have the mayor assassinated, he runs Rainbow Club. And the sheriff and deputy invited me... There aren't a lot of public officials in this dumb town, are there?"

"I'm not killing anybody, Bill. Truth."

"Fine, coward. What's your favorite toxic fume fragrance?"

"That's easy! Gasoline!"

"Hey, mine too! At least on this planet. It smells like—you know that smell that heralds the coming of rain? Gasoline is the smell that heralds a really fun time."

"Yeah! Like going on a road trip!"

Bill paused. "Right! I was... I was definitely thinking about road trips. That's exactly what I meant."

Mabel added, "And it looks so cool when there's a little bit spilled in a parking spot—"

"The rainbow puddles! Yes! Big fan of the rainbow puddles—"

"I love parking lot rainbow puddles! It's like surprise happiness in the most boring place on the planet!"

Soos mumbled, "Girl talk," decided to hang his award up later, and left.

####

Dipper heard the bedroom door open and Mabel call, "Hey Dipper!"

"Hey." He didn't look up from his journal, where he was documenting last night's zombie adventures. "Oh, hey, bad news—Wendy said she got a text from Robbie, it sounds like all the footage from the cemetery last night is ruined?"

"Aww! What? But we worked so hard to train those zombies!"

"Yeah, it's just static. But everything we shot outside the gates is fine. I wonder if it's something supernatural that interferes with electronics?"

"Something supernatural? In the cemetery? Full of zombies? What are the odds of that!" Mabel laughed. "But heyyy, I've got some good news!"

"What?"

Mabel stuck a hairbrush full of gold hair between Dipper's face and his journal. "I got a replacement for the Bill hair sample we gave Pacifica!" She grinned and whispered, "Wanna make a poppet?"

####

It would have been really cool if the first full moon of summer vacation had come on Summerween. But the calendar gods were unkind that year, and instead, it came the next day, on June 23.

Which worked out, in the end, since it meant they didn't have any scheduling conflicts on the one night they could make a poppet.

They had the ritual space set up in their bedroom—a chalk star drawn on the floor with a black candle at each point—and the doll representing Bill—which Mabel had upgraded with button eyes and a miniature version of his favorite knit hoodie. They collected all the shed blonde strands off Mabel's hairbrush, wrapped them around the doll's neck, and tied them on. They set the doll in the center of the star; Bartholomew talked them through the ritual; the flames on the candles leaped a foot in the air, turned a pale blue, and then went out; and the binding ritual was complete. The doll was now connected to Bill Cipher.

"Weird," Bartholomew said. "Usually the flames turn black. I've never seen them turn blue before."

Dipper said, "That's not a problem, is it?"

"No, no. I've just never used the binding ritual on an alien before! I guess it works a little different!"

Dipper picked up the doll and eyed it skeptically. "Mabel, I know we said we're saving this for emergencies only, but—maybe we should test it out just to make sure it actually works?"

"I guess we should," Mabel said, grimacing. "Just—don't do anything that'd hurt him. Okay?"

Yeah, Dipper should've expected that. Whether he liked it or not, Mabel didn't just see Bill as her weird experiment in criminal rehabilitation—she saw him as her friend. He sighed. "Okay. But is it fine if we do something that would embarrass him?"

Mabel shrugged. "I don't see why not!"

####

As they crept from their room, Mabel whispered, "What if we stick him in a box and shake it up? And then tell him there was an earthquake!"

"I thought you were the one who didn't want to hurt him."

"Oh right."

Bill wasn't on his cushions under the window, so they crept downstairs. Halfway down, Dipper stopped, putting a hand on Mabel's arm. Bill was sitting at the kitchen table, chin in his hand, staring out the window.

"This is perfect," he whispered. "He's completely vulnerable. He's got his back to us, he's looking at the moonlight—even if he turns around, he won't see us because his eyes will have to readjust to the dark."

"I don't know if his eyes need to adjust," Mabel said. "Have you ever noticed he never turns the lights on when he goes into a room?"

Dipper considered that. He hadn't noticed—but now that Mabel mentioned it, Bill did have a tendency to lurk in the dark. "Well—okay, but he's still not looking at us. Let's see how this works..." He studied the doll; then turned it around and gently brushed a finger through its yarn hair.

For a moment, nothing happened; and then Bill swatted at the back of his head and looked around, as if he was trying to find what had touched him.

"I think it's working," Dipper hissed.

"Are you sure? What if there's actually a fly in the kitchen?"

Could be. "Let me see if it can control him."

"Careful—"

Dipper grabbed one of the doll's arms and tentatively lifted it.

Bill's arm shot up. He stared at it in bafflement. "Wh...?"

Mabel bit her lip. Dipper waved the doll's arm.

Bill's arm waved. After a pause, he tentatively asked, "Hello?" As if he thought maybe his arm was waving at someone and he should play along with it.

Mabel and Dipper clapped their hands over their mouths, fighting to keep their giggles quiet. Mabel elbowed Dipper, "Hey Dipper Dipper Dipper, get him to stand up, let me control his legs, I have the best idea—"

Bill knocked over his chair and had to flail his arms for balance as he abruptly jerked to his feet. He looked around, eyes wide and wild, an edge of panic to his voice as he hollered, "WHAT'S GOING ON!"

Dipper held the doll out to Mabel. "Okay hurry!" Mabel took it by the legs—

—and Bill started doing the cancan. He shrieked. "WHAT?!"

Dipper shoved his shirt over his mouth to muffle his hysterics. Mabel was letting little wheezy squeaks out through her nose. Bill's voice was almost an octave higher as he screamed, "WHEN I FIND OUT WHO'S BEHIND THIS, I'M GONNA SHRED YOU—" and they both got so close to bursting laughing out loud that they had to pause to punch each other's shoulders for self control.

Still holding one of the doll's legs up, Mabel hissed, "Dipper do you remember the bottle dance. Where they crouch down with bottles on their heads. Can we—can we get a tiny bottle for the doll—"

Bill was failing both arms to avoid falling with one foot held in the air. He grabbed the counter for balance. And then, with a grunt of effort, he wrenched his foot down and stomped it to the ground.

The doll's leg yanked out of Mabel's hand.

Dipper and Mabel fell silent, staring at the doll. They looked at each other. Mabel whispered, "It shouldn't be able to do that, right?"

They looked at Bill.

Bill's face was burning red, and he was so far past fury that his expression was perfectly blank. His eyes were huge, and round, and pointed straight at them.

They bolted up the stairs.

Bill charged after them.

They screamed in terror. They weren't loud enough to drown out Bill: "WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU BRATS—"

Mabel grabbed Dipper's arm. "Dipper, do something!"

"Uhh—!" He tossed the doll in the air and caught it.

They heard an alarmed yelp as Bill was launched in the air and then a crash as he landed on the stairs again.

They scrambled into their room and slammed the door. "Safe!" Mabel said.

"Yeah," Dipper said, panting for breath. "Can't get us here."

The doll's head twisted 180 degrees to stare up at them.

They yelped. Dipper tossed the doll to Mabel. Mabel held it out at arm's length, threw it in her nightstand's drawer, and slammed it. It tried to open again and she leaned against it with her full body weight. "Dipper, the duct tape! In my craft supplies!"

"Which craft supplies?!"

The tiny knocking inside the drawer was echoed by the pounding at the door, accompanied by a string of creative death threats: "—and when I'm finished the coroner won't know which corpse was which! I'll make a belt out of your spinal columns—!"

"We didn't do anything," Mabel shouted, "it wasn't our fault!" She took the duct tape from Dipper and frantically wrapped it around the night stand. Dipper added, "It was someone else! And we'll never do it again—"

Sleepy and muffled, Soos's voice drifted through the door, "Dudes? What's all the hubbub?"

Dipper and Mabel gasped, "Soos!" "Save us!"

His voice the perfect tone of righteous indignation, Bill declared, "I'm being assaulted, that's what!"

Stan's voice joined in from downstairs: "BILL! If you don't leave those kids alone I'll cave your nose in!"

"THEY'RE THE AGGRESSORS," Bill screamed, half hysterical. "They are! I'm the victim here! I'm being victimized!"

Stan shouted, "Kids, good work! Bill, you can go to—" He grumbled as he self-censored, "—sleep! Shut up and go to sleep!"

"You can go jump in the bottomless pit, Stanley Pines! I'll tear you all apart with my teeth if I have to! NOBODY in this stupid junk heap of a shack is getting any sleep until I get my—"

From just outside the attic door, Stan roared, "BILL!"

There was a dull thud as Bill leaned against their door; a lot less shouty, he quickly said, "I'm going to bed, I'm going to bed, I'm going to bed."

"That's what I thought," Stan snapped. The kids heard his footsteps retreating downstairs. Soos said, "Um... night," and his door shut. After a moment, there was the creak of footsteps retreating from the attic door.

Dipper and Mabel slowly, softly snuck across the room to the door, and pressed their ears to the crack. No sound.

They stayed there for several minutes, barely breathing, listening to the silence.

Finally, Mabel pulled away and looked at Dipper. They both nodded, and Dipper opened the door a crack to check if the coast was clear.

Bill's eye stared in. "Hey, kids!"

They yelled. Dipper tried to slam the door; but Bill had already shoved his hand through. Fingernails painted with neon colors and black spirals clawed at the doorframe. He shouldered through the gap in the door, and then he was in the room, smiling much too wide and eyes fixed on them like helicopter spotlights on two wanted criminals. There was blood on his teeth. "Wow! Playing with poppets?"

Dipper upturned his suitcase and held it up like a shield. Mabel pointed a can of spray paint at Bill's face. Bill took a step closer and they took a step back.

"Pretty advanced trick for a couple of children your age," Bill said conversationally. "Not bad, not bad at all. Heck, I'm impressed you pulled it off! Although you didn't make a very smart choice of test subject." He stomped a foot twice.

Something in the nightstand thudded twice. The twins jumped. Bill laughed at them.

Mentally cursing himself for having flinched, Dipper straightened his back and glared at Bill. "You're just mad you got jerked around like a puppet! What's the matter, Bill—you can dish it but you can't take it?" Mabel looked at Dipper like he was crazy.

Bill's indulgent smile cracked, dropping into a snarl of rage. He shifted his weight toward them. Mabel dropped into a judo stance and Dipper sucked in a breath to shout for Stan.

Before anyone could launch a full attack, Mabel took a shaky breath in, forced a nervous smile, and said, "Bill, hey..." (His eyes snapped to her face like a predator that just heard a twig snap.) "This was—just a funny prank, and we're all cool? Right?"

"Mabel," Dipper muttered. "Shhh!"

But Mabel kept looking at Bill. "Right? Buddies?" She held up her arm, showing Bill her friendship bracelet.

Bill stopped and rocked back on his heels. He gave Mabel a long, hard look—like he was seriously considering whether to accept the reality she was inventing. "Yeah. Real funny." Smiling through grit teeth, he said, "You know—it's been a while since I've had my energy strung between two vessels. I didn't even know what that experience felt like for a human! Very interesting. Educational. And it was nice to feel weightless again for a second. Even if the landing was a little rough." He licked the blood off his teeth. One of the teeth shifted. "So—thanks so much for spicing up a boring night. It's been a real blast. Hasn't it." He stared at them like he expected an answer—and possibly like he planned to strangle whoever answered first.

Dipper and Mabel exchanged a look. Dipper shook his head slightly. Mabel looked Bill in the eyes again. "Yeah! Big blast. So, you're not... mad. Right? Nobody's mad!"

Bill stared her down for a moment longer; and then said, "Sure, kid! It's all fun and games!" He forced a laugh—and then another, longer one, hahhh, like he was exhaling all his rage. And just like that, he was back to normal. "I'll admit it—for a second there, you almost got me good! Not bad at all." He held out his hand insistently. "And now the game's over, so you're gonna give me that toy so I can neutralize it. Aren't you?"

Dipper bit his lip, looking past Bill toward the stairs. He could yell for Stan; there was no way Bill could kill them before reinforcements got here—

Mabel elbowed Dipper's side and whispered, "We can't keep it."

And she was right. Now that Bill knew about the doll, he'd be spending all his time plotting how to get past them to take it, and they wouldn't have a second's peace. Either he got it now, or he got it later. Bill wouldn't rest until the doll was out of their hands.

Because he was terrified of it. Why wouldn't he be?

"Yeah," Dipper sighed. "Game over."

"I'll get it." Mabel peeled just enough duct tape off the night stand to wiggle it open a crack and try to squeeze her fingers in. Bill stretched his hand toward Mabel, and the doll stretched an arm out of the drawer. Mabel flinched in surprise, but grabbed the arm and yanked the doll free.

"Ow." Bill grabbed his shoulder and rolled it gingerly. "Careful, kid, are you trying to dislocate my arm? I don't mind popping it back in, but eventually that socket's gonna wear out."

"Sorry! It was a tight squeeze." She held the doll over Dipper's suitcase shield. "Here."

Bill snatched it from her hand. "Thanks a million, star girl." He favored them both with his most nearly-charming, far-too-wide smile. "Good night, kiddos. Have sweet dreams."

"You too," Mabel said weakly.

Bill left. Dipper shut the door. He and Mabel both heaved a sigh of relief.

From the loft over the attic, Bartholomew called, "Is he gone?"

"What are you doing up there?" Mabel asked. "Barty-mew-mew the scaredy-cat."

"I'm not fighting that guy, I'm porcelain and he's crazy."

Dipper flopped on his bed and stared at the ceiling. "Welp. I'm gonna have nightmares about Bill chasing me up the stairs."

Mabel sat on her own bed. "He just wanted to terrify us. And to keep us from seeing we'd terrified him." She fingered the star beads on her friendship bracelet. "He wouldn't have hurt us, I'm sure of it."

"Wh—seriously? You don't think Bill—"

"I know! But he's changed a tiny bit! He'd hurt anyone else, but he won't hurt us," Mabel said. "Or—well, me, at least. But I think he'll leave you alone too if I'm with you!"

Dipper pushed himself up on his elbows to look at her. "If he'd caught us on the stairs, do you really think he wouldn't have tried to tear us apart?"

Mabel considered that; and then reluctantly admitted, "He wouldn't hurt me as long as he remembers he doesn't want to hurt me."

"Yeah, well. I wouldn't count on him remembering when he's mad." Dipper slid under his covers and rolled over. "Barty, can you get the lights?"

"Sure, one second." All the lights and lamps in the room flickered ominously; and then, with a sinister pop, snapped off without being touched.

"Thanks, man."

Mabel didn't climb into bed. She was staring at her fingernails. She'd painted them the same colors as Bill's; but she'd used a black marker to draw spirals on his, and he'd drawn stars and sloppy tiger stripes on hers. In the dark, the colors were all faded.

This time, just once, maybe she and Dipper were the bad guys. He might disagree—he'd actually been puppeted, maybe he saw this differently from Mabel—but that probably didn't make it okay to do it back to Bill just for fun. They should've saved the poppet for an emergency. And the cancan, she decided, was definitely too much.

She smoothed out her covers; then she pulled up her knees to her chest, hugged them, and stared thoughtfully down at Bill's face in the middle of her zodiac blanket.

####

In the dark and quiet of the downstairs bathroom, Bill sat cross-legged on the toilet lid. He held the doll in his cupped hands. Soon, he'd disassemble it—but not yet. Tonight, it was his tool. He shut his eyes and focused on it.

There was the thinnest thread of energy, channeled through his shed hair, connecting this doll to him. He studied the thread, feeling it in his mind, exploring it, strengthening it—until he could almost feel it tugging on him.

And then he started psychically groping for similar connections.

He set the doll on the floor, on top of the drawing Mabel had given him.

His other eyes—the billions of depictions of his face scattered across this planet—weren't meant to be used in this dimension. They were designed like windows he could peer through from the Nightmare Realm; here on Earth, he was on the wrong side of the windows to see through them. And he wouldn't be surprised if the Axolotl had somehow found a way to blindfold them on top of that—after all, he seemed to have done the same to most of Bill's other abilities.

But Bill was resourceful, he was stubborn, and he didn't have anything better to do.

He focused all his energy on trying to feel the drawing the same way he felt the doll, searching for a connection between this body and that face—and he searched, and searched, and searched.

He wasn't sure how long he tried. At least a couple of hours. Straining, straining—for nothing. His head hurt.

What was the difference? The doll was shaped like him, the drawing was shaped like him. What did the doll have that the drawing didn't?

The hair. A bit of his flesh.

Bill knelt over the picture, studying it in the dark. He opened an eye wide, wiped a fingertip across the surface of his eyeball to collect his tears, and pressed it to the drawing's eye.

He could feel a thread of energy stringing from his eye to the paper.

He climbed back on the toilet lid, shut his eyes, and focused on that thread. With an effort that threatened to split his head in two, he pried open his inner eye. And then he was staring up at his own human form from the drawing on the floor.

His body was shaking. His head was throbbing. He wobbled dizzily on the toilet; and as he saw himself topple off, his trance broke, the vision disappeared, and he blacked out. White spots burst behind his eyes.

When he next opened an eye, the room was spinning. He shut his eye. It was several minutes before he could sit up without being sick. He leaned against the wall and let the sweat on his forehead and cheek soak the old wallpaper.

The white spots he'd seen as he passed out were his distant all-seeing eyes.

He'd done something tonight. That was good. But there was no way he was seeing through any other pictures like that. He needed something he could focus his power through, like an antenna.

He needed gold.

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(Last chapter of the year!! If you enjoyed, I'd love to hear y'all's thoughts & comments! Thanks!)

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Good morning/afternoon! Love your work so much! Could you write what reactions Vox, Alastror and Lucifer (my favorote trio haha) would have when they first realise they have feelings for someone? Like, they are not dating yet, they just got first "o sh*t" moment while eating breakfast or something.

Sorry this took so long! ❤️ Alastor's got COMPLETELY away from me and did not end up being as small as Lucifer and Vox, so I'm gonna give Alastor his own post which you can find HERE.

And thank you!! You're so kind and I hope you like my writing for this as well! I had a lot of fun so feel free to send more requests! ❤️

Vox and Lucifer Realize They Have Feelings For You

Vox x GN!Reader

Lucifer x GN!Reader

Vox

Vox genuinely confuses his feelings of love with simple lust and friendship for the longest time.

It's his possessive nature that helps him realize it's actual feelings instead of just something sexual he wants.

Plus a little ribbing from Valentino and Velvette when that possessive nature shows.

Whether you've had sex with him or not yet is irrelevant. He thinks what he feels for you is just lust, and you get along well and don't frustrate him like his cohorts often do. So obviously he enjoys having you by his side and spending time with you.

But it's Valentino's pushing and prodding that makes him realize, and as soon as he does actually realize it, he goes into planning mode.

Vox wasn't always the biggest fan of the loud club the trio found themselves at, but the music was a little quieter in this VIP section away from the crowds. Which made it a lot easier to actually relax with the drink in his hand as he listens to Valentino chatter about something he's only half listening to until he says your name.

He thinks perhaps Val hadn't noticed, but the way Vox's eyes clearly focused in on Valentino when they hadn't been before says everything, and Vox decides not to comment on the shit-eating grin the moth is wearing.

"Sorry. What did you say about them?" He asks for clarification, since all he actually zoned back in for was your name.

“They're very beautiful, no? I think I'll ask them to star in something. I already have a script that would be perfect for the-” Val is about to continue talking about it when Vox immediately snaps, posture becoming rigid as he speaks before he can even realize what he's saying.

“Fuck no Val.” His face has a look of genuine disgust and the visceral way he responded even has Velvette looking up from her phone for a moment, especially after hearing the distortion in his voice. She's eyeing him to try and figure out what the reaction was for.

Valentino only blinks a few times as if processing actually being told no, and then trying to figure out why. But as soon as it hits him the befuddled expression turns to one of delighted bemusement, snickering as he grinned saliciously at Vox.

“Oh~ I didn't realize you had a little amorcito you were hiding from us.” Valentino sounds so smug as he uses his long cigarette to tilt Vox's face up to see him better. Velvette just snorts a laugh, putting her phone down fully now. This was far more entertaining.

But Vox still didn't get the memo yet apparently.

“Amor…? What. No. We're not dating. I have no idea what you're talking about but you're not asking them to star in one of your flicks.” Vox says concretely even though he's very confused by Valentino's suggestion, pushing the cigarette away from his face in annoyance. Velvette just raises an eyebrow, locking eyes with Val as if to silently ask if their companion was truly this dumb. At least in this area. Val just shrugs and Vox watches this silent exchange, just becoming more vexed by it.

“What?! I can't say someone is off limits?!” He's quickly getting annoyed by the way they're both acting.

“Oh no no. You can ask for someone to be off limits….but no one asks for just anyone to be off limits.” Velvette explains, trying to lead this horse to water, trying to coax his line of thinking in the right direction.

“Well duh. They're great company and I don't want Val or his people ruining that.” Vox says coolly, trying to reel himself back in to maintain his composure.

“Oh, so it's just Val and his lackeys you don't want being intimate with them? Then it should be fair game for me to throw my hat in the ring, yeah?” Velvette asks, tilting her head cockily, a knowing smirk on her face. She didn't actually want to pursue you. She was just baiting him.

"We'd be the cutest couple on Sinstagram don't you-"

But Vox is immediately snapping, taking said bait without even realizing.

“*No!” *

Another, heavier voice distortion colors the word.

“So it's anyone being with them that pisses you off? That sounds like a genuine crush, not just ‘great company’, campañero~” Valentino takes another drag of his cigarette before taking another sip of his drink, adjusting the busty demon currently sitting on his lap to be his eye candy and thing to squeeze tonight.

Said demon is pointedly avoiding all of their eyes, as if to silently tell them she doesn't hear shit and she won't be repeating anything she hears herself. She values her afterlife enough to know to not mention this to anyone.

Vox’s expression goes through multiple stages, indignation, surprise, confusion, amusement, disbelief, annoyance, and eventually…

“...Holy shit.” He eventually whispers leaning back in his seat, eyes wide as Velvette claps.

“Theeeeere it is! Knew you'd get there eventually.” She snickers, as well as Val, both ignoring the pointed glare Vox was sending them now.

He's not even going to bother dignifying it with a response. He wouldn't give them the pleasure.

For now he just leans back further, grumpily folding his arms and continuing to sip his drink as he thinks.

Now that he's aware he can figure out what to do. Like there is anything to figure out anyway. He's charismatic and rich and powerful. What sinner wouldn't want to be the one to earn his affections? With that certainty in his mind at least, he loosens up a little, relaxing. Surely he can approach you tomorrow. For now he'll just relax here, and let Velvette and Valentino have their silly little laugh while they can enjoy it.

Lucifer

He's the fastest to realize.

Partially because he's actually been in love before so he's familiar with the feeling.

But he's also the first to panic because of it, wondering what Charlie will think.

Their relationship was just beginning to rebuild itself and he's scared about what such a big change would do to what he's rebuilt so far.

He most likely realizes *when* he's talking to Charlie actually.

Charlie is talking about how much she loves Vaggie, how everything reminds Charlie of her, or how if she sees something wonderful her immediate thought is that she wants to bring Vaggie there.

She's just talking about how she just loves Vaggie so much she just wants to share everything with her, boring and exciting!

And that is when it clicks for him, eyes widening.

“And despite the people of Cannibal Town being…interesting…They have amazing gardens and a gazebo and I can't wait to surprise Vaggie with a date there!” Charlie is talking at the typical fast pace she does when she is immeasurably excited, Lucifer just grinning and nodding along and just enjoying her sharing news about her life with him. There was so much he felt he still didn't know about his daughter and he was very eager to make up for lost time.

“And I heard this amazing new song that made me think of her! It went something like….Oh how did it go...?” Charlie trails off before attempting to sing what words she did remember.

“Or something like that! Anyways! Ugh I even love just sitting next to her while I write out new trust exercises!” She gushes, clasping her hands together as she continues to wax poetic about Vaggie. Others in the hotel didn't really care or were just tired of hearing it, and Lucifer wanted to spend time with her regardless of what they spent the time doing. So it made sense she would gush about her wonderful girlfriend to her dad, who patiently and happily listened to almost anything she wanted to talk about.

At some point during this monologue that he nodded and made noises of acknowledgement during, he stiffened, eyes widening as he realized the parallels between Charlie and himself that he hadn't really thought about before now.

Whenever he saw a pretty part of Pentagram City, his first thought was to show you. When he tried a new restaurant, his thought afterwards was always ‘Good enough to take you there.’ or ‘Not good enough to take you there.’ He adores the time when you're just sitting next to him, reading a book, or drawing, or whatever strikes your fancy that day as he toils away at his latest invention. He just enjoys…existing with you, even if no one is talking. Even mundane things like what he did that morning are things he finds he wants to share with you…he hears songs of love and happiness and his thoughts drift to you without even realizing until the song is over. If all of those things are things Charlie feels about Vaggie…then…

Fuck.

When did this even happen?! At what point did you turn from just a delightful part of his day to a required part of his day? How long has he had these feelings?! Why didn't he realize he had these feelings?!

Okay! No need to panic! He's been in love before. He can handle this. Right? He's the king of hell. Surely he can handle some feelings. He had been in love before!

…Except back then it had been completely obvious the feeling was reciprocated because they literally fell to hell together.

He's still panicking a little inwardly but…perhaps Charlie could help with some suggestions? He doesn't really know if he trusts anyone else to ask them that vulnerable of a question. To expose a weak point a sinner could gleefully take advantage of, to put you in harm's way. He also trusts you of course, but for obvious reasons he can't discuss that with you.

He realizes in his panicked internal monologue he's missed a good chunk of what Charlie has just said, and she realized it too, judging by the concerned look on her face.

“Dad? You in there?” She asks, leaning over him and waving a hand in front of his face to try and grab his attention, smiling when his eyes focused back on her.

"Whew! Thought I lost you there!" She laughs, shoulders relaxing now that he seems to be okay.

“Yes! I'm right here CharChar! Uh. Actually…now that I think about it I was wondering if I could ask you about something…” He trails off, taking her arm and beginning to walk to a more secluded area of the hotel to talk.

#hazbin hotel #vox x reader #vox #ask #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer x reader

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FORGET-ME-NOT

REPLACED!MC AU

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W A R N I N G

May contain bad grammar, limited vocabulary, and OOC characters. Please mind that English is not my first language, and it takes a lot of courage for me to post due to my anxiety and paranoia.

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taglist: @books-and-catears @owl778 @yourlocalgrass @kaiserkisser @hhurric4ne

C H A P T E R V I I

「 To My Dear Family 」

"MC, we're leaving now. Take good care of the house with Soley until we get back. Make sure nothing bad happens or there will be consequences. Am I clear?"

The demon brothers were summoned to the castle by Diavolo. It seemed something so important, having the need to summon them so early in the morning. Lucifer said to make sure nothing bad happened while he was going on and on about minding the mansion, but you knew he wasn't talking about the building. He wanted you to make sure nothing bad happens to Soley. Otherwise, it's him you'll answer to.

"Yes, Lucifer. I heard you loud and clear. I hope you have a safe trip."

As soon as the seven of them departed without saying much to you, you headed towards your bedroom in hopes of studying the material Solomon gave you as homework. When you passed by Soley's room, you noticed how quiet it was. As if you were infected with the brothers' care for her, worry filled you, and you immediately knocked on the door. There was no answer, so you knocked once more. Just as you were about to knock again, you received a message on your D.D.D. from the girl herself.

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S O L E Y

Hello, MC. I went out today with a few of my demon friends.

Lucifer already knows this.

Don't worry about me though, I'll be fine on my own.

Do you want anything from the village?

I'll bring it back home for you.

Y O U

To which village are you heading?

You should have told me that first before you left. Lucifer never said anything about you leaving today.

S O L E Y

Well, maybe he forgot to tell you.

Although, I did tell him last night when we were in his office.

Maybe it slipped his mind because his paperwork's been piling up again.

Y O U

That's weird...

Lucifer usually never forgets anything, nor does he let anything slide right by him.

Are you sure you told him?

S O L E Y

Whether you believe me or not is up to you. It won't change the fact that I'm already outside, and I'm not telling you where I am since you'll just drag me back to the house.

I'm not a little girl anymore, MC, I can take care of myself. Tell Lucifer and his brothers that, too, because they tend to worry so much about me.

Too much even.

Y O U

You really should be more careful, Soley. Those boys are worried for good reason.

I know you think you can handle yourself, but just remember that you're in the Devildom.

This place is dangerous for humans like us. So please tell me where you are so I can at least come and protect you in any case something happens.

... Soley?

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You didn't receive a reply, which made you anxious. Taking your coat with you, you dashed out of the house and headed towards Purgatory Hall. You had a feeling that Soley might have just ignored your message and didn't want to say anymore, but you couldn't risk it. You didn't want to risk anything at that moment.

As you were catching your breath from running a long way, you knocked at the door of Purgatory Hall. It opened shortly after your last knock and revealed a certain angel that displayed worry on his face the moment he laid his eyes on you.

"MC? What are you doing here? Did you run all the way here from the House of Lamentation?" Cassiel was there by your side when you almost fell to the ground. Not only were your legs trembling, but also your hands, and just your whole body. The angel first assumed that you were frightened, but a glint of a certain look in your eyes told him something different.

"M-MC!" The two of you heard a voice from down the hall of the entrance. A young angel came running towards you as soon as he saw you from the window of his bedroom. You tried to look as well as you could, but you couldn't fool him. Letting the older angel carry you inside, Luke followed the two of you shortly after closing the front door. Simeon and Solomon entered the living room where Cassiel placed you on the couch, and Luke handed you a cup of warm tea he brewed before you arrived.

But you knew you had no time for all of that. You told them what was troubling you. At first, they, too, were worried until a few seconds passed, and the thought came to them. Was it really a bad thing for Soley to disappear?

"Please help me find Soley and bring her back home! I... I need to make sure she's safe. Otherwise, my p—...p— I just.. —p-please....!" You bowed your head towards them after speaking as fast— or even faster than Leviathan whenever he's in one of his moods. They barely understood your words, so they missed the slip-up in your stuttering. You looked at all of them with your adorable puppy eye look. It was something you knew they could never resist, and something you very much needed.

Seeing a lot of ripples from the cup of tea in your hand due to your shaking, Luke grew more worried about you. You knew the young angel wouldn't allow anything bad happening to Soley, even when he wasn't fond of her as well. He was a proper angel in the making, after all.

"We have to find her quickly!" Luke exclaimed as he looked at Simeon and Solomon for help. Simeon nodded in agreement. Solomon hesitated. He looked at you, wondering if that's what you really wanted. When you nodded at him, he sighed deeply and agreed to help. He really couldn't say no to you.

Before the sorcerer could leave the room to prepare a way to locate Soley, he received a message from one of his pact demons. Barbatos himself. He then informed the rest of what the butler told him.

"Apparently, we don't have to worry about Soley anymore. Barbatos said that she's secretly being monitored, so if something happens to her, he'll be alerted right away."

Barbatos, huh? A wave of relief washed your troubles away, making you melt onto the sofa. Luke dropped himself on the spot next to you, and he rested his body against yours. He looked happy to see you again... It hurt. Why couldn't they look at you like that anymore?

After a few hours of catching up with them and getting to eat Luke's delicious cookies again, you headed back out. You agreed to let Cassiel walk you home, knowing he had something he wanted to talk to you about, and it was making you wonder. As if he could read your thoughts, he answered that question.

"Did you make up your mind yet, MC?"

"... Yes, actually.... I'm going to leave."

"I see... Back to the Human Realm, then?"

You smiled sadly in response. You looked around you and watched as the lights shone upon every demon in the streets. You passed by the stores filled with memories of you and the brothers. Memories that seemed to be too far away from your reach.

When you reached for the gates of the house, Cassiel grabbed your hand and squeezed it for a tiny moment. You quietly questioned his intentions before he spoke up, "When you ever need something, please don't hesitate to tell me. You may not think I'm as reliable as the brothers, but I'm sure I can help you in a way they can't.... So when that happens..."

The way the angel was acting made you wonder something about him. Was he always like that? Now that you thought about it, you've never had the chance to judge his character properly. You've never really seen him at the moments when he's most happy, sad, excited, or flustered. So, in the end, you ended up taking his offer. When you did, he smiled with content and waited for you to head inside the house before turning on his heels and heading back home.

You returned to your room, mind filled with thoughts. Disturbing, blurry yet clear, pretty little thoughts. Those were all you needed to pick up your pen and start writing on a piece of paper.

There, Soley sat on your bed as she fidgeted with a sealed envelope containing the letter you had just written. She recalled the sight of you when she had just returned home; you were walking down the stairs of the entrance hall, heading towards the front door with your packed luggage in hand.

"MC? Are you going somewhere?"

"Soley...! You're... home... Much, much earlier than I expected."

"Yeah, well... something happened... Never mind that— Where are you going?"

"I'm... I'm heading back to the human world."

Soley squealed with excitement, letting herself fall backwards onto your bed, hovering the letter she had already ripped open above her face.

"I left a letter for the brothers in my room... It's just on my pillow. So, if they don't see it tonight, can you give it to them tomorrow? I want you to make sure they read it after I'm already gone."

After she finished reading the contents of your message, she pushed herself up and ran out of your room. She rushed towards the common room, somewhere she knew the brothers wouldn't be around for long after just getting home. She made her way towards the fireplace and squatted down, carefully watching the flame dance before reaching the letter out to it. It didn't take long for the fire to engulf the whole thing, and the girl was smiling during the whole procedure.

The flame danced and danced and danced some more until there was nothing left of the papers but soot and ash. Soley jumped in surprise and got up on her feet when she heard the common room doors slowly creak open. She immediately dusted herself off and made sure she looked proper before facing the eldest born who had just entered the room.

"Soley, what are you doing so close to the fireplace?"

"Calm down, Lucifer. I didn't get hurt, I promise, so don't worry about me! I was just a bit cold, but I'm better now! Much, much better!"

"... Alright. We brought dinner from Hell's Kitchen, so head to the dining room. Everyone's already waiting."

"Okaayyy~!"

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To my dear family,

I just wanted to say that I still love you no matter what happens, and I want the best for all of you. I've never thought that things would go this way. Not since you accepted me as part of your family all those years ago. I really wished it didn't come to this, but it's too late for that now.

I want you all to know that I'm happy for you. You're all cheerful and content with how everything is, and... that makes me really happy...

I'm writing this letter as a goodbye. A goodbye to all of our precious memories together and to what could have been. I'm really sorry that I went with this instead of personally saying goodbye, but even if I did get the chance to speak with you, I knew I wouldn't be able to bear it. I can't part with you while I look at your faces, so this is the best way. And, if there was any chance at all, I wouldn't want you to stop me.

By the time you're reading this, I've already left for the human realm. If you ever want to see me again, I added my home address and contact information on here. Please find me whenever you want to because I know for a fact that I would want to see you again and be part of your family once more. But for now, it's goodbye.

I'll be leaving my D.D.D. with Diavolo and Barbatos, so please don't contact me there anymore. It would be useless as I won't be able to see your messages.

Well... this letter has gone off long enough, so I'll stop here. Just remember that I love each and every one of you. I'm looking forward to you reaching out to me.

With all the love and wishes,

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「 CHAPTER VI | CHAPTER VIII 」

#obey me #obey me mc #obey me shall we date #obey me angst #obey me replaced mc au #obey me brothers #obey me lucifer #obey me luke #obey me simeon #obey me solomon #obey me barbatos #Forget-Me-Not

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cosmicstarlatte · 8 months

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Mammon A-Z Smut HCs (Obey Me!)

⬅Back to Smut HC A-Z Masterlist ◇

18+ only, minors do not interact.

My personal headcanons using this [prompt list]

The goal is to finish the whole list; you are welcome to request a letter so I get to it faster. I will work on it as quick as I can but keep in mind I do have a life & responsibilities lol. ^^

Last Updated: Oct.1.2023 (5 out of 26)

⚠️Notes: I'll tag any sections if needed. If you think a section needs a tag, kindly let me know.

A: Affair (Describe an extra-marital affair)

B: Birthday (Describe birthday sex)

C: Compliments (Mid- and post-sex compliments)

D: Dry Humping (Describe a dry-humping scene)

E: Experimenting (Trying something new)

He'll be nervous & get shy with any new kinks. He's always willing to try though, just give him a little time & if he changes his mind, he'll tell you! After trying something, he will let you know if he didn't particularly care for it or not. "That? Ya I like that... but this? Nah, not my style!"

F: Firsts (First time having sex together)

The first time you two have sex with each other, it's steamy, passionate & fluffy. Maybe just slightly clumsy but that only happens because of the excitement you both have! Especially him! He loves you & feels much closer to you after it. Cuddling with you the first time after sex filled a hole he didn't know he had. From then on he always looks forward to cuddling after sex.♡

G: Gentle (Describe gentle/loving mid-sex gestures)

H: Handsy (When they can’t keep their hands to themselves)

I: Initiator (Who initiates most of the time? How?)

J: Jealous (“Claiming” a partner)

tags: possessive/territorial/violent, ass grabbing, objectification(?) All common sense goes out the window when it comes to this man & jealousy. He's bark & bite (peck?). He has no issue interrupting you & an unknown demon if they look at you like some piece of meat. You're his; no one's taking his treasure! He will wrap an arm around you or smack your ass & plant a quick kiss, glaring at whoever you're talking to & they can usually take the hint. ...Now if he actually finds someone outright flirting with you & making you uncomfortable, he'll lose his shit & get in their face quick. He has no issue grabbing them & throwing them. "Who do ya think you are! Talkin' like that to what's mine! Remember your place!"

K: Kitchen (Describe a sex scene in the kitchen)

L: Likes (What they like in the bedroom)

M: Morning (Describe morning sex)

N: Never (Things they would never try)

O: Orgasm (Describe coming--who comes first? What do they say? How does the other person know it’s approaching?)

P: Playlist (A playlist for getting down and dirty; will probably include a lap dance song, a song for making love, and a song that represents their sex life)

Q: Quiet (Reaction to a quiet partner)

R: Ruttish (Signs that they’re horny)

S: Safe Word (How often is the safe word used? Why?)

T: Teasing (Who’s the tease in the relationship? What do they do? How often?)

U: Undressing (Strip teasing a partner)

V: Videos (Sending NSFW videos to each other)

The first time you sent Mammon a video, he jerked it until his balls were completely drained. He of course sent his own vid showing you how much he loved it. "Mmph, fuuuck!...look at what ya do to me...haah! Look at all this fuckin' cum , just for you baby." He couldn't help but ask for more vids from you so he can jerk off when you're not around. He loves to send you his feedback every time.❤️

W: Wedding Night (Consummating the marriage)

X: XXX (What kind of porn does the person watch? How often?)

Before you, he would watch it every other day if he was in the mood. Succubus's & witches, pretty tame actually nothing too crazy & usually had some praise kink involved. Those vids did it for him up until he got you. Now he turns to his own private (favorite) collection if he has to jerk off. See V too lol.^

Y: Yawn (How they sleep post-sex)

Z: Zoo (Their animalistic qualities in the bedroom)

#obey me #obey me mammon #obey me smut #obey me headcanons #obey me mammon smut #obey me mammon headcanons #obey me smut headcanons #obey me mammon x reader #obey me mammon x you #obey me mammon x mc #◇˖・ﾟ— › cosmic obey me . ⊹

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quinloki · 2 months

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June-July Event Announcement

Hey all \o/

I said that I'd have an announcement in May regarding a Big Event for June and July, and here we are! (I know it's not May yet, but I'm excited)

Firstly: Nothing is really going to happen in June except that more details will be provided, and you'll have the chance to make requests of me.

July is when things will really get busy.

But the event is a little bit different than anything I've done before, in that you're going to have the chance to Gift me stuff! But only if you can, and only if you want to - there's ZERO obligation to give me anything, you're 100% welcome to just put in a request. ^_^

Preliminary details below the cut!

Quin's Prime Time Birthday Bash \o/

This even will include the following options:

-:- I'll be taking requests based on prompts (some of which are listed at the end of the post, full list will be unveiled 6/1!)

-:- You can pin 5$ to me through my Ko-fi if you want, but absolutely do not feel obligated. (local-ish birthday custom)

-:- If you want to give me something for my birthday, you can! - tag me in it, let me know it's for the event and try not to post it until July - but I won't be bothered by early or late gifts though, don't stress❤️

Gift ideas if you want to get started on them sooner:

Art of scenes from anything I've written, or of Quill (if you have an OC and wanna draw Quill with your OC I will be so happy T-T)

A re-write of a scene for anything I've written - have an idea for how something could've gone different? I'd love to read it =3

Artist's rendition of "reader" from any story - don't let the limitations of Reader Stories hold you back, if you have a strong opinion of what they look like, lemme see it! \o/

A drabble, ficlet, head canon, bullet-point story, one-shot with ANY ANIME CHARACTER and an afab they/them, he/him, or transmasc reader. I love One Piece, but if you wanna Razzle Dazzle me with Hazbin Hotel, or Fullmetal Alchemist, YYH, MHA, etc. Don't let me stop you.

I'll get into more details in June, that's plenty for now ^_^

Prompt list for the event so far: (this is what I'll write for you)

Trapped in a Room Fuck or Die Aphrodisiac (sex pollen, drugged, devil fruit, etc.) Only One Bed Experienced vs Virgin Lazy Morning Sex Forced Proximity (box, flight, cell, get-a-long-bondage) They Were... (coworkers/neighbors/etc) Erotically Charged Fight Friend's Hot (older sibling/cousin/ >.> parent) The Hat Rule Body Writing (icing, ink, blood, etc >.> )

Hopefully I can write as many fics as I will be years old. I was only 1 shy of that last goal last year. If I'm SUPER lucky I might even illustrate one or two >.>

#birthday request event #birthday request event 2024 #early announcement #quin muses

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snapscube · 1 year

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this isn't meant to be a "Hurry up and post it already!" ask so i'm sorry if it comes off that way, i'm asking this genuinely: is there a reason it usually takes you a couple days to upload dragon quest streams on your snapcube 2 youtube channel? i don't use twitch but i've been keeping up with your DQ streams and loving it, and i noticed that you uploaded your reaction to the direct yesterday today but not the wednesday DQ stream :O again this isn't supposed to be an ask trying to rush you, i'm asking out of honest curiosity. does it take longer to render and upload or smth?? :O

It depends! Sometimes I upload it a lot quicker but usually the reason I get a little slow with Wednesday to Thursday uploads is because after streaming two days in a row I like to take Thursdays a little easy. If I uploaded the Wednesday VOD immediately after streaming it, then I'll just post on Thursday morning no prob since that doesn't take any effort at all. But usually on Wednesdays a lot of my upload bandwidth is used getting footage up on Ellie and I's shared Google Drive so she can edit videos for the main channel, and then streaming as well, so if I upload VODs on Wednesday night it's gonna be well past midnight, assuming I even stopped streaming early enough to render before uploading which takes a lot of time in and of itself haha. Ever since moving apartments last year my upload speeds have been TANKED since I was forced to switch my internet provider from AT&T Fiber to Spectrum, which has been such a huge downgrade I can't even fully express it, so I really have to go easy on how much footage I'm uploading at a time. Sometimes if a VOD is particularly time sensitive I'll push for it to go up sooner though. The Direct reactions and Prime remaster impressions are gonna do a lot better if they have that recency/hot topic hype factor going into them, so I got up early today and pretty much IMMEDIATELY got to work getting those up as soon as I could, even going so far as to nerf the quality of the Direct reactions back down to 1080p (as opposed to my usual 1440p) so it would be up faster haha. It really just depends on priority as well as like, how my sleep schedule and general workload is at any given time. Hope this helps give you SOME idea of why it might take longer though!

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naraven · 2 years

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≫As an aspiring musician and composer, you always dreamed of creating music of your own and sharing it to the world. However, time passes and the biggest part of your life was working behind a sound system, behind the scenes of one of the largest entertainment companies in the world producing idols. Put under the new and upcoming boy group 6reeze, you come to realize how… eccentric some idols could be. And with all these bright new faces, you can only handle so much before you break.

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hi everyone! its been a hot minute. but yeah, let's not talk about how long it took to write this. it's unimportant.

with that out of the way, please enjoy! i can't guarantee i'll write something like this again, but maybe when the next break comes around i could write something like this again.

c o n t e n t w a r n i n g // alcohol, stalking, whatever is going on with scaramouche, overall yandere themes,

w o r d c o u n t // 6k

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“Nice to meet you guys, I’m (Y/N).” You raise your hand in a small wave. “You’ve probably seen me operating the audio system for all your stuff. If you have any complaints, feel free to bug me about it.”

They all greet you back with varying levels of enthusiasm, and they leave for the next part of their tour of the agency building.

You fiddle around your keys behind the soundboard, there’s not much to do right now. Most of the trainees are out eating lunch and your boss told you she had a meeting with the execs today. Maybe you could spend your time a bit more wisely?

You set up your synth near the audio system so you don’t have to move too much. It’s so quiet that you’re probably your only audience, and you hum along without any lyrics. In short, you’re just improvising bits and pieces that you think sound nice.

What you failed to notice is a certain idol on break, listening to your aimless hums and chords without a path. He hums to himself, but who knows how and why?

Venti

The leader and oldest of the group, Venti is like the wind itself: flowy, as if never stopping.

His voice is light like that of a cloud, and anyone who has heard his voice says it sounded like Barbatos himself had blessed them.

His guitar skills are unparalleled, acoustic or otherwise. You know next to nothing about guitar but even you stared in awe at how musically talented he is.

But despite all this praise you throw at him, he’s still…

The most irresponsible person you’ve ever had the displeasure of meeting!

Although cheerful and enthusiastic, he’s always off without a care in the world. Jean has had to drag him home after practices because he was off at a bar drinking with coworkers or friends. As much as you look up to him as a musician, he’s always somehow causing some mischief to Jean and making her sigh for what feels like the hundredth time that morning.

You aren’t the biggest idol fan, but you remember how he and Xiao were a duo for a while. They had a much different image back then. They were more mysterious, never really posting about themselves on any social media and having little to no interviews. While that sounds like a PR nightmare, fans were entranced by every little thing they did. It was like feeding a single slice of bread to a thousand pigeons.

You listened to a couple of their songs so you could feel a little more familiar with them. Their songs were usually slower and melancholic than the pop and dance music they make at the moment. Venti’s voice was so different to what you were used to that you were shocked to hear such deep and moving vocals. It still retains the same powerful voice you’re familiar with but somehow it holds something… else

You never had the chance to bring this part of Venti’s life in a conversation, but it’s usually because he’s trying to convince you to sing for him.

You never understood where this desire came from. It’s not like you ever sing anything while on the job, and the only thing you really can do is play the keys. Yet whenever he has the chance he’s laughing joyously while you’re too flustered to do anything about it.

“C’mon, Dove, you have to know at least one of our songs!”

“N-No, Venti, stop pushing me towards the stage!”

At times, it feels like you’re marching to the beat of his steps.

“Aww, but your voice is so beautiful! Why hide all this talent behind so many doors?”

“I’m not hiding anything-”

“Aww, don’t be like that! It’s only lil ole me here anyway! Unless you like having a big audience for all the music you’ve written.”

You sigh, until you really process his words.

You’ve been alone with Venti for… about 20 minutes now. So far, your lunch sits cold at your usual table near the back of the room. Venti has now asked you about the music… you’ve written… which you have never told him about.

You slowly look towards Venti, who tilts his head to the side as if he didn’t reveal how he knew you wrote music. You’ve only ever told that dream to your parents and close friends, so it’s beyond you how he could drop something like that so casually.

“How do you know… I write my own music?”

Your voice sounds too strained, even to your ears. You gulped down the rest of your water before break, yet your throat feels like a desert. Venti hums before sitting a bit too close to you. Even as you scoot away, he puts his arm around yours before pulling you down closer to see his face.

“Aww, is that what you’re so worried about? Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone!”

His casual wink does nothing to quell your concerns. That’s not exactly what you’re worried about, he giggles lightly as he leans on your shoulder.

“After all, I don’t like it when my muse is looking at others when I’m around.” He cups your chin and leans in closer, your heart and mind racing, “Especially when I’ve been searching for them for so long.”

Aether

The fan favorite of the group!

He may not have the best voice or the prettiest face, but he has a certain charisma that the others just don’t have.

You have to admit, you were also drawn into his aura. Something about how he smiled, and the way his eyes glimmered when they narrowed into a sly grin, caught your eye.

He has an approachable air around him that you were attracted to. Surprisingly, he was the one that talked to you first.

He was having trouble with his mic, so you found him a spare while you tried to see what was wrong with the original mic.

After trying out 5 different ways of fixing it, it turned out that the battery was out of juice.

Oops.

Afterwards, you told Aether what happened with a very hot face. He took the mic and laughed good naturedly at the situation while you wallowed in embarrassment.

“It’s ok! As long as it’s good, it’s fine, right?”

You feel like you’ve been blessed by an angel. His fans are so lucky to have such a patient and kind man to simp over.

“Good work today, Aether. Are you still available for dinner tonight?”

You hand him a cool water bottle. Your work ended an hour ago, but you had made plans to eat at the new sushi place that you wanted to try out. Originally you were going to go with Heizou, but he vaguely mentioned how he was busy and pulled Aether toward him as he was walking by.

“But Aether is kind enough to go with you! Enjoy your dinner, you two!”

Aether blinked as Heizou ran off to do whatever it is he needed to do, leaving you two in his dust.

“Um, well, Aether, are you free on this day?”

You organize a dinner with Aether and when the day comes, you see him there earlier than you were. You came… half an hour early so you wouldn’t be late.

“Oh, Aether, you’re already here.”

“Ah, hello! Yes, I was already in the area.”

A lie. He was there because Lumine bullied encouraged him to be a “gentleman”. Not wanting to be late, he got ready and arrived an hour early before the appointed time.

“Alright then, ready to go in?”

“Of course! After you.”

The sushi was amazing. You enjoyed it thoroughly. And from the looks of it, Aether did too.

Afterwards, you both went out for something to drink. He brought you to a bar that was nearby that he was familiar with and you both had light enough drinks so that you both were sober enough to walk home.

Still, you were tipsy enough that your tongue was loose. You blurted out a couple things you probably shouldn’t have, particularly about work.

“That darn Kazuha, he’s so cute, y’know? Aether, you should’ve seen him years ago when he was still a trainee, his cheeks were even softer and rounder than they are now.”

“Aha, is that so?”

You failed to notice the faint hollowness of his voice, instead bragging more about your dear Kazuha.

“Mhm, he was also shorter. By like, a noticeable difference. It felt like yesterday when we were about the same height, and now I have to look up to talk to him. Makes me sentimental, y’know?”

He takes another light sip. The crystal ice reflects the dim lights of the bar, creating a calm atmosphere. Your Kazuha rambling continues on and on, buzzing in Aether’s ear.

“And y’know, I don’t think I would still be working at this stupid company if not for Kazuha getting into 6breeze.”

“Is that so?” He finally starts to respond back to your rant, “So what you’re saying is Kazuha is your anchor here.”

You hum, clearing your throat loudly.

“In a sense, yeah. If not for him, I think I would have found another job elsewhere.”

Aether puts his glass down on the bar louder than he intended to. You startle and jump up in your seat.

“Archons, Aether, that scared the hell outta me! What’s wrong, d’you think of something upsetting?”

He turns to you as you take a gulp of your own drink. He turns back and leans on his forearms while you exhale from the alcohol.

“Maybe.”

“Dang, even when I ranted for how long? C’mooon, I won’t tell anyone! Tell me, tell me!”

You poke at his arm, eager to hear him say anything.

But what could he say? That he didn’t like how Kazuha was so important to you? That’s cruel to everyone. He downs the rest of his drink before talking, not facing you.

“I’m glad you have someone so important to you at work.” He starts. You don’t notice the grip he has on his coat, “But I wish you weren’t so close with Kazuha.”

“I know this might sound out of line. It really is. But I hope you can forgive me.” His hand reaches for your face, so gentle that you barely feel it at all.

“After all, living with siblings, you tend to get selfish. So with all that being said, I pray you don’t forget tonight.”

Xiao

Probably has the most simps, online and in real life.

Everywhere he goes, there’s always people staring and whispering about him. Having him in a disguise is like slapping those silly glasses with funny noses on him: they don’t work.

You’d rate him a 12/10. You think he’s attractive, and people are right to simp for him.

That being said, you’re a bit too busy worrying about how well he sounds on stage to be looking at his face. You get a bit frazzled when the boys have a concert that you have to prepare for, plus all the musicians who have to play in the pit for them.

The first time you really talk to him, it’s more you trying to not embarrass yourself in front of one of the most gorgeous people you’ve ever laid eyes on and Xiao nodding along to how you said the weather was “moist at best.”

He only perks up when you mention you had to go home after work quickly so you could feed your cat, which leads to you showing him your 879 picture, 263 video long gallery in your phone of your dear feline companion.

When binging his old videos of just him and Venti, you recall how intense he looked when performing. Whether it be a music video or live performance, he always had this tense look on his face like he was experiencing something troubling. Or maybe that’s just how it was when they were a duo. You should know better than anyone that being an idol is some tough shit.

While doing group practices, Xiao decided to branch out and start doing some solo work. As the leading head of the audio team, you often work with him to record his songs while your team helped with the rest of 6reeze.

As he stands alone in the recording booth, you sit outside and do all the necessary things so his voice isn’t too out of place with the rest of the music.

Venti wrote this one for Xiao, so you hear a couple familiar bits that remind you of him. The subtle passing chords, the pacing and structure, it’s all very “Venti.”

“Nice work, Xiao. Jean told me another staff member would lead you to the practice room soon, so rest up a bit.”

“Alright, good work today.”

He takes a seat behind you while you fine tune the rest of your work. You hum along to an old Venti solo that was reminiscent of the one Xiao just sang.

“Is that… one of Venti’s songs?”

You startle and turn to face Xiao. He’s looking up from his phone, probably scrolling through the 6reeze group chat where you saw a Shrek edit of Kuni (made by none other than their leader), and you nod, seeing as how he recognized the song you were humming along to.

“It reminded me of the song you just recorded. Y’know, the sort of lo-fi ballad type of deal? Maybe Venti was ahead of his time, that song would do great nowadays.”

“Are you saying Venti is better than me?”

You blink. “When did I say that?”

“You implied it.”

“Did I? Well, I like both your vocals. I think the whole group’s vocals are really nice. Some of the younger ones could use some polish, but that can be fixed with practice and experience.”

Xiao looks down. You shuffle your feet awkwardly before turning around to continue your work.

“Do you think I sound good?”

“Hmm? Of course I do. Your voice is unique in that you can sing in basically any type of music. You have a very versatile tone, you can practically sing in any genre and sound like a natural.” You’re probably rambling a bit, so you stop yourself before you go too far.

“I don’t think you should doubt yourself, Xiao. Don’t sell yourself short.”

“I’m not doubting myself.” He shoots you a glance, “I just wanted your opinion.”

“Really? Is my opinion that important to you?” You ask jokingly.

“Of course it is.” He goes back to scrolling on his phone. “I don’t really care how anybody else sees me. If you were to hate me, I’d hate myself too."

Kazuha

You’re more familiar with him than the others. You saw him around as a trainee in the building for a couple years and actually talked to him before he debuted.

You’re more than sure he’s going to get popular. His love of writing and poetry and his unique vocals are sure to capture the hearts of many. His soft demeanor would also make fans swoon after him for sure.

So you aren’t at all surprised when you scroll through the 6reeze announcement post on Instagram and the comments about Kazuha all have them freaking out over the exact things you knew he’d be popular for.

“He’s so cute!!!! His voice is so soothing to listen to even when he’s not singing too…”

“OMG I LOVE HOW HIS HOBBY IS WRITING AND POEMS I NEVER THOUGHT I WOULD SEE THE DAY WHERE I WOULD SEE A KINDRED SPIRIT IN THE IDOL INDUSTRY”

“His cheeks look so squishy I want to hold him gently in my palms…..”

“See? They love you, Kazuha, look!”

He doesn’t have to, but you show him anyway. He skims over them quickly before drinking half his water bottle. He pants lightly with sweat on his brow. You fan him with your 6reeze official merch fan, and he grins in response.

“I’m glad to see people appreciating my efforts. I never thought the day would come.”

“Are you kidding? You were born for stardom, so don’t let me down, ok?”

You raise your fist up in the air, letting him knock it with his own. His break ends and you start to get ready to go to your team too.

Kazuha thinks back to your words often and he swells with pride. Ah, he’s so happy to see you smile at his progress…! Jean calls him over and he snaps out of it, walking over to the rest of the group.

Heizou elbows Kazuha, watching as his face focuses more at what Jean was saying.

“Hey, man, what’s got you in lala land? You weren’t paying attention to anything Jean was saying just now.”

Kazuha rubs his torso, glaring lightly at him. He thinks back to his conversation with you and blushes. He covers his face with his hand and turns away so Heizou couldn’t see how red his face was from talking to you.

“It’s nothing. Just a bit more motivated now.”

Heizou hums, not at all believing what he was saying.

“If you say so.”

Kazuha goes on to practice till his part is near perfect. His arms are sore and his legs ache, but he’ll do anything to get you to praise him again.

He looks over his individual and group recordings for the 6th time that evening. He notes down mentally how he could improve.

He goes through his nightly routine. Before going to sleep, he checks the same post you showed him earlier that day.

He reads through the comments again. He’s glad for all the positive feedback about him. He smiles at all the comments that compliment him and the rest of the group.

But they will never know how or why he started working as hard as he does now.

He remembers how you first approached him as a trainee, awkwardly making conversation. He remembers how he was ready to quit right then and there. He was so tired of all the expectations the company wanted from him that he could never seem to achieve.

“But, y’know, I think you’ll make it big someday.”

He tilts his head towards you. He remembers where you were and how you looked. He was sitting against the wall and you were leaning back on a chair nearby. You were wearing a green Snoopy tee and baggy jeans.

“I mean, I’ve seen you working harder than anyone here. If you don’t make it into a group one day, I’ll still be cheering for you. Kazuha, right?”

He remembers exactly how you encouraged him and how you said his name.

Kazuha turns off his phone and turns onto his back. He closes his eyes, still remembering your bright eyes.

Hearing his phone vibrate, he picks it up again to see a notification saying you posted. He unlocks his phone to see what it was about.

He smiles gently, liking it on his personal account. He exits the app and goes back to his camera gallery, just to look at his collection of pictures of you.

It’s nothing that would invade your privacy that much, it’s only you going around your daily life. His light grin juxtaposes how he was literally stalking you, but he gets a pass because he’s cute.

He scrolls through his favorite pictures of you, most of which is you being completely unaware of his actions. It gives him a rush of adrenaline to see you doing the most mundane things, imagining himself with you in those scenarios.

“Ah, how cute…”

He loves how your smile leans more to the left, how your brows furrow together in the middle when you focus, how you show a beauty mark on the back of your ear when you turn away from him.

One day, he’ll be the one rooting for you. Your insecurities on his shoulders, he’ll take care of you from this cruel world.

“Wait for me, (Y/n).”

Wanderer/Scaramouche

Kuni wasn’t always an idol, in fact he was part of another entertainment industry as a whole.

He started out in films, stealing the hearts of many as a character he’s played.

You vaguely remember how the internet exploded when he sang a song for the OST of a drama he was a part of. His voice sounded young, naive, hopeful as he gave one of the best performances you saw in cinematic history.

In short, he was multitalented in both acting and singing.

While his dancing was still amateurish, his acrobatic skills carried over form acting into pulling the craziest stunts on stage. You swear he’s flying from how long he’s in the air.

“Hello, you can call me Scaramouche! It’s nice to be working with all of you!”

He greeted your team with such a kind smile. They all say their hellos and greetings back, his smile never fading.

But that day, you had to stay back and fix some new found issues that you wanted to get out of the way quickly. New idols to work with means new issues to be fixed.

You down the rest of your Americano, cringing at the bitterness. You check your phone for the time and it reads… 10:32 pm.

You really didn’t think fixing all these problems would take this long, but you should have seen it coming.

Maybe you should procrastinate just a bit. It’s not like you skimp out on work than often anyways, you could use some help.

Turning off the lights and locking all the important equipment, you exit the building with the intent to buy some warmer coffee than the room temperature one you finished just now.

Rounding a corner, you rammed face first into a person you didn’t see.

“Ow, fuck, sorry about that-”

“Watch where you’re going, worm.”

You pause and hold your poor cheek. Your brain reloads before you nearly snap and punch this asshole’s nose in.

“Listen here, bastard-”

As the figure turns around, you stop in your tracks and see a very pretty, familiar face.

“I don’t have time for you. Fuck off.”

Woah. If the public were to see what their beloved idol was saying, the scandal that would arise would be bigger than his attitude towards you right now.

He probably realizes that in the moment too, because he immediately backtracks on what he said.

“Oh it’s you- ugh, great, now I’m jeopardized before I can even start a new career.”

You blink. His usual face that brimmed with confidence was now one of tired defeat. It was jarring seeing the same face from earlier look so gloom.

You should probably say something, but what could you say? Anything to comfort him would probably end up really badly, he doesn’t seem like the person to take that kindly.

“Who said I would snitch?”

You blurted that out without thinking. Oops, now he’s turning around and giving you the nastiest look you’ve ever seen on such a pretty face.

“What, like you’d keep this a secret? Don’t make me laugh, of course you’re going to tell someone.”

“I mean, snitches get stitches. And no bitches.” You tell him like a mother telling her child a lesson, “Honestly, I don’t gain anything from this. Besides, you’re too pretty to just give up like that.”

Maybe you’re more tired than you thought. That last part you only meant to say to yourself, but you end up making the poor guy red as hell.

“Wha-What the hell did you just say? Weirdo.”

Woah, this guy’s neck was turning a really red color! Maybe you could…

“Oh, oops, I didn’t mean to let that out. But I mean it. Plus you said it yourself, it’s too early for you to just stop being an idol now that you’ve only just started.”

You bring your hand to your chin and smirk, “If it means I can keep seeing your beautiful face, I wouldn’t mind keeping your real personality a secret.”

You get exactly what you want when you see him turn around, face and ears tomato red. You hide a grin behind your hand, trying to keep in your giggles.

“Ugh, whatever, talking to someone like you is going to make me even more irritated. Good riddance.”

It seems Princess Mononoke taught you the valuable lesson of calling someone pretty in dangerous situations. You should compliment him more often to see how he reacts.

“Hi, Scara! I like your eyeliner today, care to teach me how you do it so neatly?”

“Wow, your hair looks so nice like that! You should do it more often.”

“What kind of gloss do you use? Your lips always look so soft.”

You made sure he heard that last one. You’d stare at his lips twitched into a strained smile, trying his best to not slap you on the spot. Damn, teasing him was more fun than you thought.

He’d break character every once in a while to slap your arm, but you were usually laughing while his face was red so no one ever gave it much thought.

It’s only then he retaliated, guns blazing, did you start to regret it.

“The gloss I usually use is strawberry flavored, and I would share some with you but I left it at home today.” He smirked as you covered your face with your hand. He leaned in closer and watched you take a step back, “Care to have a taste?”

Shit.

This game of chicken lasts basically forever. It’s not until he realizes he genuinely likes you does your relationship start to change.

“Xiao, why’d you get that tattoo on your arm?”

You poke at his bicep, leaning forward to see the smaller details. He angles his arm so he could see it himself.

“It’s a sort of promise between my friends. It’s a long story, I’ll tell you about it later.”

With that, Scaramouche touches his own tattoo on his nape. Would you care about the story of his tattoo?

It’s not until he realizes how much attention you give to the other 6reeze boys than him. The only times you talk to him are usually to tease him or to talk about certain businesses you needed him for.

But how could he start a normal conversation with him now? At this point all you two were doing was playing chicken without either of you admitting anything about the other.

“Just be honest, Kuni!” Venti advises, “You won’t get anywhere if you don’t say anything. Communication is key in any relationship!”

Stupid leader, that’s the last thing Scaramouche needed. He had already shown you parts of his real self, how much more did he have to show?

He decides the next time you approach him, he’d tell you… somehow that he wanted to get to know you better.

“Scaraaa, are you going for a more natural look today? You don’t have your usual-”

“I like you.”

Huh.

“I like you so much it hurts my chest whenever you talk to Venti. It hurts my head when you get too close to Kazuha. It hurts my body when you push me away and cling to Shikanoin.”

You don’t know how to respond. Your throat feels stuffed, you can’t get anything out. Scara is basically holding you against the wall. You feel suffocated as he rests his arm above your shoulder. His eyes almost glow in the dark, hauntingly enchanting.

“So stop hurting me by being selfish. If you really did find my true self beautiful, you’d be more attentive to my needs, worm.”

Heizou

Baby of the group. Small. Evil. Will steal your snacks.

Apparently he was also a trainee alongside Kazuha, but you’ve never seen him around. Honestly, you have no reason to believe he’s lying, so you shrug and go on with your life.

If Venti was being mischievous, then Heizou was the biggest enabler of his endeavors. While he never did anything too insane, Jean would still scold him for not stopping Venti when he went out to grab a martini from his favorite bar.

“Shikanoin, why do you never stop Venti from doing all the weird things he does?”

Your curiosity gets the better of you. You always see Venti going off with an “I’m going to Diluc’s!” and Heizou will always wave with a “Have fun! Bring some for me while you’re at it.”

“Well, before I am a friend I am an enabler.” You deadpan as he rewatches his individual practice, “It’s fun to see what my dear leader will bring back.”

“That’s… it?”

“What more reason do I need? Sometimes you need something fun in your life to keep things interesting.”

He’s certainly a character. His intro post had him appear a bit more serious and straightforward, but he seemed to only keep his “straightforward” part of his character consistent.

You like to rewatch the 6reeze intro post from time to time just to remember how the boys are actually supposed to act. Venti and his iconic “Ehe~,” Kazuha’s soft voice emanating a boyish tone, Scaramouche’s somewhat cocky attitude. The only one that diverges a lot would be Shikanoin’s.

He seemed more laid back than the intro post made him to be. Although still an intellectual, he’s more than happy to cause a bit of trouble for especially you. You still aren’t sure why.

“He made me troubleshoot his mic twice today. Twice!”

“Ehe, really? It seemed like he was just trying to get on your nerves.”

Venti sips his water as you sigh loudly. You were slowly learning idols were more trouble than they were worth.

“But why? I’m too stupid to understand the logic of a guy like that.”

Venti exhales after drinking his water, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He stands up to stretch his arms above his head.

“Maybe the boy has an itty bitty crush on you? Personally, I think it’s quite adorable that he thinks he can steal you away from me.”

“Venti, you…”

Venti laughs in your face at the warmth spreading across your face. You might not see it, but Venti could tell how your ears betrayed you.

Unbeknownst to you, Venti peaked behind you to see a young maroon haired idol casting him a particularly nasty glare. He winks and sticks his tongue out in typical Scaramouche fashion, making Heizou clench his water bottle until it’s basically flattened.

“Aww, don’t be like that Dove! Anyways, love to stay and chat, but a certain Kuni caught on to the fact that I made another edit of his face so I need to hide until Jean catches me!”

And off he goes. You huff, running a hand over your face and closing your eyes. When you open them, you're startled to find the youngest member of 6reeze right in front of you.

“Archons, Shikanoin, you scared the hell out of me!”

As you get up from your chair, Heizou stands behind you.

“What did Venti tell you?”

You check the time before shoving your phone into your back pocket.

“It’s nothing, you don’t have to worry about it.”

“I will worry about it if he’s telling you things he shouldn’t.”

He crosses his arms at you. You awkwardly shrug, you honestly don’t know how to say it without embarrassing him.

“Really, it’s nothing serious, Shikanoin. Besides, I think he was just trying to get to you.”

“In that case, he won’t get mad if I respond in turn right?”

He tugs you forward, your noses barely a centimeter apart. You stop breathing and tense up, feeling his breath hit your face.

“I can’t be faulted if I get defensive about what he said about me, right?”

~OMAKE~

You scroll through your phone, going past all the edits of the boys you came to work and care for. One particular one makes you pause to read it. It’s one of those imagines you see about old boy bands from the early 2010s, those wackass weird ones that you think are parody but are so serious.

You take the time to read through it:

IMAGINE

Venti throwing a grape at you with a playfull smile. You decide to throw one back at him, but you miss so he starts laughing at you. You get so upset that you throw the entire plate at him, knocking him unconscious.

You pause, reading it over a couple times and laughing harder each time. You click on the account to see whether this person was either a masterful troll or a 12 year old that actually wrote this genuinely.

And when you see the “(yes this is parody who in their right mind would find this hot)” in their bio, you laugh so hard you can’t breathe. You’re so glad you decided to ditch your tea today, otherwise you’d probably throw up from laughing so hard.

You click on their most recent post, breathing uneven as you put a hand over your mouth to keep your giggles from spilling out.

Imagine:

xiao crawling inside your ear. you tell him to stop but he is in there

You let out a laugh that sounds more like a bird squawking. Your face feels so hot and you can feel the bile rising from your throat.

“Um, (Y/N), are you okay?”

Aether looks at you concerned, probably because at some point you fell out of your chair rather loudly. You feel drool at the corner of your mouth and you wipe it with your sleeve. Aether offers his hand towards you and you grab it.

You propel yourself up and lean against the wall, still giggling. You probably look drunk and insane, but you can’t get what you just read out of your head.

“Ehehe, sorry Aether, I’m f-fine. I just found some-something funny while internet scrolling, don’t worry about it-hrnk…”

The blonde idol watches as you bent over to laugh.

“If you say so… What’d you find that got you laughing like a psycho?”

You take a deep breath in before turning to him, “Do you really want to know?”

You see in your peripheral that he nods, so you tap onto the account again and show him one of the imagines you found about the whole group.

*IMAGINE*

imagine seeing the 6reeze tour bus and you run toward it but they run over you and you die. And when they bury you they dance on your grave.

You watch as Aether’s face scrunching up more and more in confusion and start laughing again, doubling over in laughter.

“What’s so funny, (Y/N)?”

Heizou turns the corner to see Aether holding your phone in mass confusion and you on the wall losing your mind.

Aether notices him and gives him a weird smile, giving your phone back to you.

“Hey there, Heizou. Don’t worry about it too much, it’s nothing that needs your focus. In fact I think it would be better for you not to see.”

Heizou pouts and crosses his arms, very much acting like a child, “Well now you’ve got my full attention. Show me, dear (Y/N).”

“Of course, Shikanoin, anything for you!”

Imagine:

Having to bail Scaramouche out of jail because he stole kale smoothies

You laugh at his reaction louder than you did Aether’s, and you hear another voice from around the same corner Heizou came from.

“Dove? What’s happening over here?”

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218 B-DAY PROJECT

SURPRISE!!! HAPPY 218's BOYS BIRTHDAY WEEK!!! in honor of the trio's birthday, im going to make a (hopefully) fun game for us.

all you have to do is choose a letter or letters from A to Z at the table below + a 218 member, and I'll make a drabble with the words/members of your choice. the only rule is it must be dk, vernon or jhope (you can choose more than one or the three of them if you're feeling spice).

A: Aftercare (How is it? What would they do?)

B: Birthday (Describe birthday sex)

C: Compliments (Mid- and post-sex compliments)

D: Dancing (Describe when dancing gets a little dirty….)

E: Experimenting (Trying something new)

F: Firsts (First time having sex together)

G: Gentle (Describe gentle/loving sex)

H: Handsy (When they can’t keep their hands to themselves and their favorite spots to touch)

I: Imagination (How often do they dream about it and how are their fantasies like)

J: Jealous (“Claiming” a partner)

K: Kiss (How's like kissing them)

L: Likes (What they like in the bedroom)

M: Morning (Describe morning sex)

N: Never (Things they wouldn't try at first)

O: Orgasm (How it is like and the sounds they make)

P: Positions (What positions they like the best)

Q: Quiet or vocal? (Who are they in bed)

R: Roleplay (How would it be like and acts they would like to play)

S: Seduction (How do they flirt or make it obvious they want to do it)

T: Teasing (What do they do? How often?)

U: Undressing (Strip teasing a partner)

V: Videos (Sending NSFW videos to each other)

W: Workship (Worshipping their bodies or them worshipping yours)

X: XXX (Watch or make sex videos together)

Y: Yawn (How do they sleep with you afterward)

Z: Zquirting (Making squirt)

Ask open for your requests!! until midnight of feb 18th. Im going to answer all of them on their birthday, so don't be afraid to send until then.

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trulybetty · 7 months

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Sunday Week In Review XIV

How's everyone doing? I skipped out on last week's update since it was a really slow week on all fronts for all the things for me last week. Things picked up a bit this week - but I'll be honest, I'm having a hard time finding my feet around here at the moment and finding a groove to get into.

Not sure if it's that time of year, a bit of a writing lull or what - but I've been a little meh, not in the sad sense - more like I'm a petulant child offered six different things and I turn my nose up at all of them because I don't know what I want lol.

Also trying to figure out a system for getting through my TBR list, right now it feels like it's out of control and there are only so many I can read in a week. Especially since I want to get through some of my physical TBR pile and dedicate a couple nights a week to offline reading.

Anyway, enough about me seemingly channelling Baby Truly™️ - on with the recap of the last two weeks!

T R U L Y U P D A T E S . . .

I did a second round of the 'First Sentence' ask game, which I absolutely adore! If you haven't done it before, I very much recommend it! If you do this, tag me so I can come throw a sentence at you!

Round 2

tim x cagney (f!reader)

jack x reader (f!reader)

joel x Charlotte (OFC)

dieter x bryony (OFC)

jack x reader (f!reader)

frankie x clementine (OFC)

W H A T I R E A D . . .

Delta Landscaping (Triple Frontier) by @rhoorl Jess' series has me on tenterhooks for every update and then on the edge of my seat waiting for more! This last update we entered the start of Frankie's arch and while it pulls at the heartstrings, I'm so here for it and what's to come next! Also, Benny entering his Rocky era (Jess didn't write this, I've decided it) is something I'm also very much ready for!

Paranoid Hearts (Javi P.) by @goodwithcheese This series. This series is just something else and I finally got my ass into gear to get caught up, and while on the one hand, I'm sorry I started so late on the other hand I enjoyed this smorgasbord of Javi and Tabitha.

he makes life better (Joel) by @wildemaven This is such a warm comforting hug of a fic that just seeps into your bones, that makes your toes curl in softness and you re-read more than once. This is everything fluff should make you feel and I adore each and every last part of this and will be re-reading this.

Headshots (Marcus P.) by @secretelephanttattoo I was not ready for this to end, but El gave our boy Marcus the ending he and his Ella deserved and it was both spicy and sweet. If you've not read this yet, I suggest you do. Also, peep her forthcoming wip... 🔎

Thrash Metal (Dieter) by @morallyinept Jett is back with another delectably mouthwatering smutty one-shot with our favourite deviant Dieter Bravo. This is sinfully indulgent and a must-read and one that lends itself to definitely more than one read.

Six and a half minutes - Frankie's version by @avastrasposts This one calls for a breakout of the Hot Ones gif for sure, because this was the mood the entire time I read this. If anything, Frankie is not one to back down from a challenge...

Medicine (Joel) by @goodwithcheese I was so excited to see Megan had written for Joel that I had to drop everything to read this over my coffee the other morning. I love everything about the dynamic between these two and how Megan illustrates the deep affection they have for one another through their actions as we all know our post-outbreak Miller is not one quick with his words. I hope this isn't the last we see of Joel here!

M E M O R A B L E P O S T S . . .

Heidi’s amazing mood board inspired by Sequins! 😍 I’m still in absolute awe of it and I love it so much! I think it's going to get a spot on my work desk this week! 💕

These thots had started off as Joel Thots, but have now morphed into Tim Thots and I'm not mad about it... might share a little snippet later 😏

@morallyinept's 'Ode to Writers' this week - I'm going to refrain from getting on my soapbox here (I'd be here all day) - but the table is not finite, it's infinite. If you're not inching your chair down to make room for another chair, or pulling the spare chairs in from the garage, then maybe you need to re-evaluate your relationship with this community.

E N J O Y E D T H I S W E E K . . .

Finally watching ‘Strange Way of Life’ and getting to live message my thots to @rhoorl as I watched - it was a cinematic dissection.

Date night with Mr. Truly - we spent the entire two hours wondering what people do on dates aside from watching their phones and waiting for a call to say your kids are out of control and have taken over Nakatomi Plaza. But needless to say, we had fun, I even ate a meal without someone else's hand in it.

Amazing moots being mooting awesome 🙌 - I'm thankful every day that I get to interact with some wonderful people and have found a lovely corner of this hell site to play in a sandbox with some amazing people 💕

S P E C I A L M E N T I O N . . .

Check out this writing challenge that myself and a group of people that I'm lucky to call moots created that we would love for you to join in on! Everything about it is random and everyone starts with the same parameters and everything else after that is up to you! So excited to see what everyone does with this!

Do I know anything about Javi Pēna? Nope. Am I going to join in? Yes I am! 🙌

See you January 1st to dive into all the fics this challenge I hope produces! 💛

T H I S W E E K ' S J A M . . .

Thank you to @gnpwdrnwhiskey for inspiring this week's selection after she pointed out the parallels to Chiffon that I haven't been able to get out of my head since.

Hope everyone has had a great week! Here's to a great week ahead and I hope its a good one full of obnoxious drinks of choice and soft places to land and enjoy.

#betty's sunday in review #sunday week in review #pedro pascal character fanfiction #pedro pascal characters #Spotify

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tryan-a-bex · 6 months

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Writing patterns meme

Rules: Share the opening of your last ten published works or as many as you are able and see if there are any patterns!

From this post by @dancinbutterfly https://www.tumblr.com/dancinbutterfly/735744268412534784?source=share

I'll mull about patterns here because I put the last two after the cut due to warnings. So, about half of them start with dialogue, which is how I started writing--a lot of dialogue, minimal else things. The other half start by getting inside someone's head--internal dialogue, basically, so not that different I guess. Also I try to start with something funny or at least interesting, to hook the reader? I don't know if it works.

Endless Family Trick or Treating

“It’s not a sphere!” argued Dream, swinging his jack-o’-lantern trick-or-treat bucket against the leg of his vampire costume. “It is a sphere!” insisted Desire, twirling the tail of their demon costume in their hand again. “I learned it in school and it’s round like a ball so it’s a sphere.”

2. Velma Meets the Family

Velma stared at the gently lapping water of the river, leaning her elbows on the railing. The rest of the gang was fast asleep in their motel, but she hadn’t been able to sleep so she’d come outside to think. The water sounds were restful, but her mind refused to stop whirling.

3. Freddy the Robot Vacuum

It was amazing what a person could get used to. Hob had enjoyed his first robot vacuum. It was nice, and not a very difficult adjustment, to get used to the vacuuming being done automatically for him while he was out. The little phone app notifications were cute, and he was only human so he anthropomorphized his vacuum, naming it Freddy. Getting used to the anthropomorphic personification of dreams hanging around in his flat… took a bit more time.

4. Life is but a Dream

Rose put her head down on the desk. Why? Why would the words come in the middle of the night, and never when she had her laptop out and on? She’d even tried writing her thoughts down, but found that she actually couldn’t make out her sleepy handwriting in the morning. She looked at the tumblr icon on her desktop, sighed, and got up to get a cup of tea instead. That would be a shorter distraction. Probably.

5. Death is not easy to cheat

Unity poured tea in both cups and sat down across from Rose, pushing the plate of cookies toward her. “How are you doing, dear? You look tired.” “Oh, Unity! It’s been so stressful lately! I can’t seem to think of the right words when I sit down to work on my novel, but then they keep me awake in the middle of the night, you know? And during the day Lyta is either freaking out about Daniel being with Uncle Morpheus and Hob, or freaking out about him being so white and growing up so fast.

6. Trials of a Shapeshifter in Love

“Lucienne has been working so hard lately,” Gault explained to the Dream King’s head cook. “I’d like to do something nice for her. I was thinking a surprise romantic dinner over candlelight in the library.” “Ah, yes, I think she would appreciate that very much.” They put their heads together to plan the meal when suddenly Gault heard a familiar voice from the hallway. “So, what have you already tried?” Lucienne asked. “Hell, all the normal plunging and clawing didn’t fucking fix the goddamned blockage, and it’s a fucking hassle taking the whole damned drain apart all the way back into the fucking wall.”

7. Naga No-Go

“Lucienne.” Lucienne’s head popped up from the book she was studying. Lord Morpheus’ summons sounded just a little bit more… strained than usual. She turned her head, using her raven senses to triangulate the direction of the summons. His chambers??? This… could not be good.

8. Which Witch (Okay I'm cheating here because this isn't published yet. but if you want more, let me know and I'll post it on ao3 or send you a link.)

“You can’t just come in here without a warrant.” The cantankerous old witch put her hands on her hips and stood squarely in the doorway. Eldie sighed and rubbed the shaved hair at the nape of her neck. “Please let me come in, ma’am. Your daughter hired me to clean and cook and help you out, and I can’t help if you don’t let me in.” “I don’t need help, you shameless hussy! Who does she think she is, that gossiping busy-body! I’m fine here by myself. You can go now!”

Okay, under the cut are mentions of spiders, and non-con body horror. (The fic is not bad, the backstory from canon is, and that's where I started.)

9. Arachnophilia (mentions of spiders)

Zelda stared down at the cafeteria mac and cheese on her plate. The only thing appetizing about the middle school cafeteria food was that her mother wasn’t glaring at her and criticizing how she did or didn’t eat it. Instead, everyone ignored her, tucked into a corner. She would feel hurt about being shunned if she had any desire at all to interact with the other children. She didn’t. She closed her eyes and shoved a forkful into her mouth, thinking about her science project to distract herself from the taste. Spider webs were actually incredibly strong for the size of the filament, and they came in such an extraordinary variety of shapes and sizes. She couldn’t wait to get back to the library for more research. She opened her eyes as she swallowed, scooping up more food and quickly scanning the room.

10. The Order of the Knights of the Dreaming (the actual fic I wrote is pretty sweet without much actual violence, but Alice's backstory from InCryptids is intense, so skip this next paragraph if you don't like mentions of non-con and body horror)

Alice closed her eyes and felt her memories and skin being ripped from her once again. It hadn’t actually been like that. In real life, she hadn’t figured out her memories were being adjusted for years, and she’d undergone the flensing willingly. But once she learned that her mind had been altered without her knowledge and that removing her skin had not been necessary but was done for the profit of her “uncle,” well, the nightmares about being violated had been unceasing.

If you made it this far, congratulations, consider yourself no-pressure tagged!

#I will love you forever if you reblog this for me #sandman fanfic #original fiction #sandman crossover #first line tag game #tryana find it back

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pebblysand · 3 months

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WELCOME BACK TO THE PAGE PALS PROJECT! AS A REMINDER, THE "PAGE PALS" PROJECT IS A GROUP RE-READ OF CASTLES. FOR MORE INFORMATION, PLEASE READ THIS POST HERE.

THIS WEEK, WE'RE DOING CHAPTER 2. BELOW, YOU'LL FIND MY THOUGHTS AS A CONVERSATION STARTER. FEEL FREE TO SEND IN ASKS IF YOU HAVE ANY QUESTIONS/THOUGHTS, AND TO JOIN OUR DISCORD SERVER FOR FURTHER DISCUSSION.

HANDY LINKS/INFO:

chapter: ii. out of ash (ashes twirl)

wordcount: 10, 476

playlist: notes here

castles FAQ: here

g e n e r a l t h o u g h t s:

for a very long time, this chapter used to be my favourite, and i still hold it in very high regard. i don't know what it is about it, it just feels like ✨vibes✨. it's both incredibly funny at times, and incredibly sad, and i feel like it really exhibits that awkward post-war happy/sad balance that is so important to castles. even if it's no longer my favourite cause i'm not quite sure which is my favourite anymore, i still think chapter 2 has some of my best writing in this fic. i'll go through a few chosen bits below but i feel like it has that general sense of messiness and melancholy that i really like in the early days of this story.

just like with chapter 1, you might notice a few changes i've made along the way, depending on when you read it last. again, i don't think it's anything major but if you do notice, you'll see that i didn't actually delete anything, just moved things around a bit. i think it flows better that way. i also added some stuff - i'm curious to see if you'll spot it. let me know!

having said that, omg, i'd forgot how SLOW the pacing is in this chapter. don't get me wrong, i think it needs to be slow for the purposes of telling the story, but it's very much like: this is them leaving the hotel, this is them having breakfast, this is them testifying - it is very step by step lol. i worry about my pacing in the later chapters, sometimes, but i clearly forgot about this one lol.

g i n n y:

Generally, reading this just this morning, I couldn't help but feel this raw sense of panic in Ginny, throughout this chapter. I think obviously, it's something that only really makes sense and becomes apparent on re-read, but there's this way you really feel how fucking terrified she is that Harry will find out. I hate to say this, but the way she acts with him, that summer, is almost reminiscent of her "relationship" with Amycus, actually. She is watching his every move, everything he says, everything she says, trying to make sure he doesn't find out. And, I don't think the pretending and the lying comes easy to her, I think it basically tears her apart, but those are skills that she "learnt" with Amycus. Being cued into his every emotion, expertly toying that line between saying too much and too little. She is almost manipulating him, into thinking they have this connection, and that them not talking is the Right thing for them, and it's not really her fault, it's how fear has wired her to function, but I find it chilling.

h i g h l i g h t s:

A year later, roses bloom once again in the gardens of Ottery St Catchpole and Harry’s still holding her. Some things in life never change, he muses, although, of course, everything else has changed. They’ve both fought in a war that should never have been theirs and one of her brothers has died, leaving the start of the summer to mend itself without them, trapped in a combative attempt to shovel the little hope it has left down their throats. When Harry caresses Ginny’s skin, the summer of ‘98, she’s naked next to him, the both of them tucked in her small, twin bed at The Burrow. They try to be quiet (always, despite the silencing charms they cast) but they each have a side, now, an oddly domestic habit, and after they have sex, Harry often lies with her body wrapped around him, so close that he’s never quite sure where her limbs start and where his end. Her bed’s pushed up against her window - along the skin of his left arm, he feels the morning dew build as the night chill leaves the air; it trickles down the single-glazed glass. They watch the sun rise together - early mornings and milky skies.

I LOVE THIS PARAGRAPH SO MUCH. idk, jokes aside, i think it's one of my favourite things i've ever written. there's a flow to it i really like and i adore the end of "early mornings and milky skies". and i think it's the beginning of this motif that sort of comes back in chapter 17 where the two of them are always touching, comfortable in bed. the chill of early summer mornings and OH I LOVE IT.

'I'm not a Healer, Harry.'

so, this is actually a line i added in reaction to a) the people in my comments being mad that ginny wasn't weeding secrets out of harry and that being "ooc", and b) a conversation i later had with @btelling. i think there's this misconception in fandom about ginny being a "healer". this idea that she's almost harry's therapist after the war, the only one that can get him talking, etc. and i think firstly, there's very little evidence of that in canon. ginny asks for explanations, often, but she very rarely ever gets them. and secondly, there's this general view of women as healers in general, tending to "sick" men and making them better, which i don't particularly enjoy. so, i guess that was me reacting to all of this.

They barely swallow any food. For the other two’s sakes, Harry tries to hide the knot in his stomach, can tell that Hermione is anxious enough for the three of them - she keeps tapping an annoying rhythm against the table with the tips of her fingers, doesn’t even seem to realise she’s doing it. Her make-up is minimal, the varnish on her nails a plain but shiny transparent. His mind drifts back to Ginny again, how she always painted her nails in bright colours in school, reds and oranges, and golds, performed complicated charm work on them so that it would stick. ‘If I don’t, it always chips with Quidditch.’

i noticed this on a previous re-read but, i don't think i wrote this intentionally but i love the way harry is so infatuated with ginny in this. like, i think this is one of the moments where the fact that he totally idealises her and is very teenage-infatuated-crazy-about-a-girl really shines through. he literally looks at hermione's nails and is like: oh and by the way GINNY does her nails like this. it's so silly but it really shows how obsessed he is with her, but also how shallow it kind of is. he thinks it's deep, because when you're that age you think you're so deep, but it's actually not.

‘When we get there, it’ll be like the craziest circus you’ve ever been to,’ he speaks, quick, before he runs out of words. There is an urgency to the things that he needs to tell them both, ones that they don’t necessarily want to hear. ‘It’ll be dozens and dozens of people standing in a crowd, clapping and screaming, and wanting a piece of you. They’ll want to thank you, insult you, ask you questions, tell you personal stuff about themselves. They don’t mean anything bad by it, they just don’t really realise you’re a person. The press will be there, too, and they will be flashing their cameras just about five inches from your face to try and get a good shot,’ he adds, raising his hand close to his own cheek, showing them the distance. ‘They’ll want to touch you, have you sign stuff, and they’ll keep talking at you from the moment you step out of that fireplace to the moment you get into the lift. We’ll have an escort of Aurors to try and hold them back but I honestly doubt that they’ll be able to do much. It’ll feel like you’re in the longest tunnel you’ve ever been through and you can’t see the exit. At least, wear that scarf over your head, it’ll hide your face and your eyes from the cameras, protect you a bit. Ron, you can use the hood at the back of your robes.’

i think honestly, this is one of my favourite harry moments in the whole fic. i can't possibly tell you how much time i spent on this paragraph, back then. i see it as one of those post-war moments where harry actually does start growing into his own skin and also where you start being faced with the reality of the post-war world. there's this sort of "bubble," i think, throughout chapters 1&2 where they're all very removed from the outside and inside their little burrow bubble, and that obviously bursts big time, with the commission. there's something very brutal about the way harry speaks that day, and i think it really fits.

‘Why were we never kids?’

ah, another castles classic line people quote all the time. yuuup. 💔

That evening, the both of them eat Pad Thai takeaway and sit on the floor in front of the muted hotel telly. They laugh at funny Hogwarts stories of Romilda Vane and crazy things that Harry remembers Luna saying. They drain a few cans of bitter and wait for Ron to come home.

i've always loved this moment loads because it's 1) harry-and-hermione-my-babies!!!! but also 2) it has these trio-codependency vibes that are very present in the early chapters of feeling lost when the three of them aren't together. the way they "wait for Ron to come home" breaks my little heart for them.

Love in its million different forms, the way Dumbledore preached it. Harry loves Hermione the way he loves Ron, like the boy who introduced him to chocolate frogs and the girl who cried in the loo and faced a troll.

again, trio vibes. love, love, love.

l a s t l y:

okay, so i love, love, love the rest of this chapter but also i'm having a hard time articulating precise thoughts so i'll leave it at that for now. please do not hesitate to send me asks if there's anything else you'd like me to comment on, though. very excited to hear your thoughts.

#castles #chapter 2

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kidsinsaturn · 2 years

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hii :]] can you do valintines day headcanons for shisui and obito? possibly nsfw?

valentine's day

[🗼] ayyy I love the idea!!! ok I took the freedom to set this on a modern au to work it out better, hope you don't mind <33

characters: shisui uchiha; obito uchiha

genre: sfw; nsfw; modern au;

warnings: gn!reader; overstimulation; breeding kink; praising kink; obito is just a little obsessed with you;

-shisui the most precious boy out there I love today i'll love you forever

-ok shisui doesn't believe on valentines day because for him, you should always be treated like a king/queen. under his supervision, you shall NOT spend one day feeling unloved by him

-this young gentleman is SUPer extra that day. he probably already tagged you in so many posts about spending valentines day with your s/o

-"send this to your valentine" *sends it to you 14 days before Valentine*

-starting February, shisui changes his phone theme to hearts and pics of the two of you. he is just so in love leave him alone

-but on that day, just about you start waking up, there are already three messages from your boyfriend

-"good morning gorgeous"

-"rise and shine because you have to prepare yourself for today"

-"I love you so much please meet me"

-"im going to rearrange your little guts ily my dove"

-shisui is so honest with everything. you still bush whenever he says the corniest and horniest shit

-when you meet him, he has some modest gifts. the only thing he actually bought was the bouquet and something you have wanted for a while–jewelry, a hoodie, shoes, whatever–, the rest are things he made himself

-he bought one of those bracelets makers and made you matching bracelets. he wrote you three pages of how much he loves you, and he made some sort of collage with your millions photos

-he is especially loving that day. I mean he always is, he is gentleman all day, but he sooo sweet that day, of course that's shisui, he is always my charming little guy

-shisui asks you what you want to do, and he expects an honest response. he is so versatile so he will adjust himself for you. if you want to stay on your house, then ok, if you want to go to the park and just be there, alright, or if you want to go to a fancy restaurant, then he is paying everything

-you better get him something worthy because shisui didnt spend all night chopping his fingers making that damn bracelet so you wouldn't get him something nice

-BUT shisui is so humble, he really doesn't expect you to give him something, he just wants a day off with you he loves you that much <333

nsfw ->

-valentine sex with shisui is wild and can go two ways: he absolutely ruins your insides, or you guys spend the night making the sweetest love

-I personally think it could go the latter considering how thoughtful and passionate shisui is about sex, BUT at the same time I can see him marking this date as special and wanting to do something different

-either way, sex is BOOm with this young boy of course. as I've said before, shisui is very versatile and he adjusts himself to your wants, focusing on them more than on his own

-if you decide to have sweet, loving sex, then he is okay. he loves giving, he will praise you to no fucking end. every little insignificant thing you do, he will tell you you did right, or that you are the best, he is a pleasure king

-literally just for making his dick hard he will worship you stopp

-the sex would last like two hours idk because shisui is worshipping the shit out of you. after complimenting for the nth time your body while taking off your clothes, he will start kissing all your skin whispering how much he loves you. then he will spend like 30 min just eating you out. if you squirt, that's such a turn on for him, his dick is incredibly hard and red

-the real love making starts like an hour or so after the very first kiss because you are shisui's king/queen and he will not let that slip off

-he is tenderly soft, making you overwhelmed with how slow he can get. he still manages to get you like five orgasms and he will overstimulate you haha

-NOW, if you tell shisui you want raw, wild, rough sex, that's the key for him to go absolutely animal

-your screams muffle the lewd sound of your fucking because shisui is nor incapable of decelerating his brutal pace. his is impossibly deep inside you, stretching to no ends your tight hole

-aint no way you aren't sore the next morning because shisui is ripping your insides

-his cock is already too fat that it can hurt if you have it for a long time inside you, now with that command of yours, shisui is emptying himself into you

-the aftercare is beautiful, kissing your fucked out face, caressing your bum, your belly, where his cum is because there's no time you aren't filled with that shit, and just telling you how well you took him

...

-obito my boy goes apeshit with this date

-he already treats you like his god/goddess and this date will not change that. you won his big heart and this boy is just so loving I can't

-you were peppered with gifts a week prior to valentines, each day he gave you some sort of countdown letters with your pictures with him

-obito is so creative when he is in love. the first day, there was the very first pic you had; the second day, it was one of the first dates you had; the third day, when he confessed to you and so on

-on the 14th, you already know he is recollecting all those pics and making a huge collage, along with flowers and your favorite snacks

-he has a reservation on a fancy restaurant that he may or may have not got into debt haha silly guy

-obito is just so in love with you he can't help it. maybe you already know everything about each other, but during dinner, he is recalling how you guys met and what you made him feel the first time he laid his eyes on you

-"your eyes are the source of my happiness. when I met them, I knew what love was"

-"I spent so many nights getting late to bed because I was re-reading our messages"

-"i wanna spend the rest of my days with you, even if we are not together, I want to be there with you. never stop counting on me"

-he is very romantic about it, using the perfect words to make you blush and giggle like a school girl

-a gentleman. holding the door for you, taking your coat off, helping you carry your bags/things, pulling your chair

-on the way back, he tells you he booked a motel room just for the two of you. obito is actually very sheepish and he can even come off as amateur from all the sexual tension, and that is very noticeable while you are on his car

-obito is capable of spending all his money on just you, but you reassure him he doesn't need expensive things to make this a special day. he just thinks you deserve the whole world's fortune ok !!

-each valentine you guys spend together, he outdoes himself every time. not missing to pick up what you disliked and loved from the previous year just to make it more perfect for you

nsfw ->

-he can feel himself hardening at just dirty talk hah

-the foreplay actually starts from the way to the motel. you may have said something that started making obito hot and he couldn't control himself lmaoooo

-while exiting the restaurant, obito is becoming very touchy with you. rubbing your butt while others aren't looking, or just not missing any chance to attack your lips

-his touching your thighs on his car on the way back. if it wasn't because the motel was remotely close to the restaurant, obito may have taken you right there on the spot

-he is letting his deep love show through his actions while fucking you. I think obito is very soft most of the time, but there are certain occasions where he simply cannot control his urges

-this is one of them, yes he is praising the shit out of you and being overly loving, but the moment you tug on his hair when he is eating you out, that's game over for him

-he failed miserably at making this night a romantic, soft night, and now he is ripping off the remains of your clothes and shoving in his large cock inside you

-you already know my thoughts on this young man's cock and it's massive aaaa it's long and thick and you just can't get enough of it you are addicted to it

-obito actually doesn't really know his big cock privileges and sometimes he isn't even aware of his size, so he can come off as aggressive, but he is convinced his huge pp fits inside your little hole

-obito goes animal mode. he feels like working out because of how much pressure he's applying and how much he is moving

-you don't have to move though, he is very thorough with all his thrusts and that's enough to make you feel full and overwhelmed

-your hips are fucking sore the next morning, and you already know you have another two millions texts from obito asking about you

-he sometimes feels bad from leaving you aching, but at the same time, that is such a ego booster for him

-you are his favorite person and he is willing to cum inside you all the remaining days of your relationship

#obito uchiha #obito #uchiha obito #obito uchiha x reader #obito x reader #obito x you #obito headcanons #obito uchiha x you #shisui uchiha #shisui #uchiha shisui #shisui uchiha x reader #shisui x reader #shisui headcanons #naruto

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How do you think Vash and Wolfwood would deal with having sex for the first time with their s/o and it turns out their s/o is lovingly soft dominant. They end up just naturally taking charge cuz they wanna make sure wolfwood/Vash and themselves are equally satisfied and tired when finished cuz they love vash/wolfwood so much?

So this one is a twofer!!!! I am disgruntled at how I was more invested in the Wolfwood one, but maybe I'll write some proper Vash smut that I'm willing to post on the Internet soon. Still loved writing them!

Vash: Let Me Love You

It was late at the Inn, and you had curled up with Vash for the night. Though you were comfortable, he seemed to be squirming.

"You okay, Vash?" You asked, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

"Y-Yeah, it's just that my shirt is a little uncomfortable." He placed his hand on the tight compression armor shirt he always wore under his coat.

"You can take it off if you want." You frowned, concerned for his comfort.

"I-I lost my last T-shirt after leaving the last town, so I don't have anything to change into."

"You don't have to wear a shirt around me, I'm your partner, ya know?" Vash seemed taken aback by your words.

"I don't want you to see my scars. They're not something I like people to see."

"It's not gonna chase me away, Love. Besides, it's pretty dark here anyway." You shrugged. Vash paused before sitting up on the bed, and taking off the heavy and stiff shirt. Tossing it to thunk on the floor near his bag. He laid back down quickly, bringing the blanket you shared over his shoulder. You cuddled up to him once again, giving him gentle kisses.

You somehow awoke before him the next morning, the blanket had been tossed aside in Vash's sleep, allowing you to gently run your fingers over the various scars and metal plating on his chest as he lay flat on his back. There were so many of them. You had seen the four that flowed over his shoulder, and grown fond of it, but this little cross on his hip was becoming your new favorite. You looked over his torso with wonder and delight.

"H-Having fun?" Vash stuttered, causing you to snap your head up to him.

"I didn't mean to wake you!" You pulled your hand away.

"N-no, please, keep touching them. No one ever has." He glanced away momentarily. You smiled and continued exploring the scars on his chest. The triple slashing scar on his right shoulder, and the long one that passed them and ended at his right peck. The skin was rough, yet he still stiffened at your touch. He seemed to be keeping himself from squirming. You moved to sit on top of him, straddling his thighs.

You inspected one that had been piquing your interest, the three metal bars that resided along his ribs on his right side. They ended just before the largest scar that spanned the entire curve of his side, down to his hip. You traced your fingers along the edge of it, and you tried not to give attention to the way he tripped the bed sheets beneath him.

His sweatpants were down just far enough to see the scar on the side of his hip, next to your favorite cross. You gave extra attention to that one, giving a gentle massage

You moved to the metal grate that covered where his left nipple used to be, and the sprawling scars just beneath them. You took notice of a small stitch that ended just before his prosthetic arm. He stifled a giggle as your thumb grazed it. You paid it no mind as you inspected the scars on his left shoulder. You noticed one just above his clavicle. Since you had nowhere else to look for the moment, you leaned forward on his lap, giving a gentle kiss on his neck.

A hitching hiss ran through his teeth, and you knew it was time.

"So you like that, Vash?" You whispered. He nodded under you, and you began working your way back around his scars, giving attentive kisses to every scar.

"H-hey, you don't have to-" he was cut off by the look you gave him. You were looking up from the small scar just above the cross, and you slid forward to kiss him, your hips now resting on his.

"I want to." You whispered, not backing up too far from his lips, "I want to give love to every scar on your body. They're a part of you, and I love all of you." You returned to his lips before he could answer, only letting a grunt slip between the two of you, "So Vash, will you let me love you?"

"Y-YesPlease." He said hurriedly as if to keep himself from refusing.

~End~

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Wolfwood: A Confession Well Versed

It started with a few too many drinks. It always seemed like it started that way. Though the two of you had been minorly Intimate, it was always the alcohol that seemed to loosen the two of you up.

It was how you admitted your feelings for one another. Your first kiss was fueled by Southern Comfort and Jack Daniels.

"I appreciate you inviting me to your room, ya know. It means a lot." He mumbled, attempting to be quiet as the two of you walked up the creaky stairs to the second floor of the Inn and entered your room.

"Yeah, but if I may say, I don't think you're much of a preacher. I mean, you get sloshed on Sundays, and… and…" you trailed off trying to find a second reason. Had you been a little more with it, you would have found the perfect opportunity to call out his irresponsibility due to him losing the room key to his room at the inn.

That's why he was here, in your room taking his clothes off. His sun tanned skin shined an Enchanting bronze in the moonlight from the window. You had changed into your own pajamas of red shorts and a blue tank top. Down to an undershirt and his blue & white striped boxer shorts, he waltzed towards you,

"I am a real preacher. I live by the word of God, and do my best to help my fellow man." He defended. He placed a kiss to your lips, the mix of whiskey and bourbon sending a chill down your spine, "for instance, I can see all that desire to sin all over your face. You can always use my confessional, you know."

"Why don't you prove it, Preacher Man? I can confess my sins without that stupid box." You said as you gently pushed him down to sit onto your bed, "Preach to me." You pushed him back gently and crawled on top of him, straddling his hips. He paused a moment, thrown off by your assertive motion. He sat up against the headboard to the best of his ability.

"Your lips are like a scarlet thread, and your mouth is lovely. Your cheeks are like halves of a pomegranate behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of goat leaping down the slopes of Gilead.” Song of Solomon Chapter 4: 3" he recited, placing a hand to cup your face, and a hand to run through your hair.

"You know if it weren't for the goat part, I would have thought you were lying. Good job." You kissed him sweetly, giving a soft grind of your hips against his. He stifled a growl of pleasure before parting from you.

“Your lips drip nectar, my bride; honey and milk are under your tongue; the fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon.” Song of Solomon Chapter 4:11" he nearly chanted as he pulled your shirt off of your torso.

"My bride? That's lovely, but I'm pretty sure that booze is the only fragrance here." You hummed a smile, and returned to his lips, pressing him into the bed, and paused to remove your shorts and underwear. He did the same, removing his clothes before the two of you joined again. He hummed contently, casually taking a breast into each hand.

“Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle that graze among the lilies.” Song of Solomon 4: 5" he gave a gentle squeeze in a slow rhythm. You sighed out airy moans at the touch,

"Did you know… I used to read the bible too?"

"Did you? Let me hear something." He smirked.

"(Proverbs 7:13-18) She took hold of him and kissed him and with a brazen face she said: “Today I fulfilled my vows, and I have food from my fellowship offering at home. So I came out to meet you; I looked for you and have found you! I have covered my bed with colored linens from Egypt. I have perfumed my bed with myrrh, aloes and cinnamon. Come, let’s drink deeply of love till morning; let’s enjoy ourselves with love" you recited the lengthy verse, "Something that's not from the Song of Solomon." You teased as you then took his lips to distract him before slipping his drunken cock inside you. This was the first time the two of you had taken this step, but you moved together as if you were always meant to be in sync like this.

"May your fountain be blessed, and may you rejoice in the wife of your youth. A loving doe, a graceful deer— may her breasts satisfy you always, may you ever be intoxicated with her love

(Proverbs 5:18-19)" You rhythmically chanted no louder than a whisper above him as you pumped from on top of him. Wolfwood seemed to relax at the scripture being recited.

"It was never the alcohol, really. It just helps." He groans from beneath you. A low giggle came from your throat, as you moved to kiss his neck.

"Really, is there something Preacher Man needs to confess?" You teased him.

"Drinking seemed to be the only way I could talk to you seriously. I've loved every moment, even if I don't always get to remember them in the morning."

"Is that so?" You kissed the side of his face, "Then let my beloved come into his garden and taste its choice fruits." You recited a Song of Songs verse as you picked up your pace, and it wasn't long before a wave of orgasm crashed over you. Nicolas pressed heated kisses to your face as he moved his legs to take a small amount of control to help you through your orgasm. You let yourself rest against him, and once your body seemed to relax, you were rolled over onto your back. Nicolas above you now.

"Your turn to confess, my love." He pressed kisses into your lips,

"Your turn to finish, Preacher." You wrapped your arms around his neck as he sheathed himself into you, "I worried t-that you wouldn't want someone like m-me. Being a man of G-God and stuff." You struggled to speak through his quick thrusts. You moaned and sighed as he pumped into you.

"God has done a lot of shitty things to me. He can let me have this one." He huffed and kissed you roughly.

"Then have as much as you want. For the feast shall always be plentiful." You spoke under his lips.

"Pretty sure that's not a verse of the bible." He giggled

"Then it should be! Feast, Nicholas." he groaned and you felt his thrusts lose their rhythm. He removed himself from you, and laid on the outer side of the bed next to you, taking you into his arms. He lit a cigarette, making sure to not get ashes on you.

"Any other confessions before we sleep?" You asked. He blew out a puff of smoke before allowing his head to lob his gaze in your direction.

"I love it when you call me Nicolas."

~End~

#trigun #vash the stampede #vash x reader #nicholas d wolfwood x reader #nicholas d. wolfwood #sexy bible verses made a surprisingly interesting story #i loved writing about Vash's scars and ugh i just love all of them #why do i only post at midnight hours???#im supposed to be sleeping rn #scar reference by @askthestampedes! this prompt isnt associated with their blog but check them out! their au is rad!

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