#EDIT: I didn't see the twins were there until I put the video I have of this in full screen and I caught a glimpse of Ash Twin

[samandcolbyownme]

Summary: I honestly can't think of a good summary for this, if I think of one by the end of the one shot, I'll change this, but if not, congrats, it's a surprise. 

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, sister's boyfriend cheats with reader, CHEATING, snobby twin sister, mentions of alcohol, flirting, kissing, biting, hair pulling, scratching, oral (f rec), unprotected sex, creampie, filth 

Going to give another warning, this story will contain mentions and actions of CHEATING - which I do NOT at all condone! Please be respectful with your people! This is just solely for the purpose of bringing spice to life of people who read this. This is all fake! There is nothing real about this. Enjoy. 

Word count: 5.2K | not edited 

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You've always wanted to see your sister, Kelsie, happy. 

But seeing her with Jake really gets under your skin. It bugs the hell right out of you because as soon as she got whiff that you liked him, she, being the younger twin of course, got what you wanted first, and of course played it off like she didn't know. 

They've only been dating a few weeks, and within those few weeks, you found that there's just something about them that you can't exactly put your finger on. 

It was almost, weird. 

Kind of like they were putting on a show, or at least one of them was. 

But ever since Jake started coming around as 'Kelsie's boyfriend', you've changed, put on a facade, acting like it's all normal and that it doesn't bother you as much as it really does. 

But little do you know, Jake picked right up on that. 

You've known Jake for years, so to joke around with him and tease him and such were all normal to you and him. 

That was until the feelings started rolling in, and you thought it was best to just push them down, swallow them each time you caught glimpses of his beautiful face. 

Kelsie and Jake got up from the table, walking towards the doors. It's quiet for a few minutes until your friend nudges your arm, "Do you like him?" 

You shake your head, staring at the table before looking up at her, "I don't want to." 

She tilts her head, giving you a soft smile, "But you do?" 

You nod once, letting out a sigh, "I do." 

"How long?" She takes a sip of her drink and you raise your brows as you ball up a straw wrapper, "Long before Kelsie, I can tell you that right now." You toss it onto the empty tray and look over at her, "I don't understand how she found out?" 

"Wait, you think Kelsie is dating Jake because you liked him first?" She stares at you and you shrug, "She gets everything else that I like before me. What makes this situation any different?" 

Your friend laughs slightly, " You make a good argument, y/n. I remember growing up.. you said you wanted a soccer ball, she got one almost the next day." 

"It's that baby of the family bullshit." You laugh, "But I'm literally two minutes older than her. I don't-" you shake your head, looking down as Jake and Kelsie walk back in.

Your friend straightens up, "Find what you were looking for?" 

Jake laughs, "yeah, I got it." He sits back down, "y/n, Johnnie wanted to know if you wanted to join us for the next video." 

"What are you guys planning on doing?" You look up at him and he smirks, "Were going back to the Queen Mary." 

You raise your brows, "Seriously, what. Are you fucking nuts?" 

He shrugs, "Have you met me?" 

You laugh slightly, "Yeah, I think so. What day?" 

As Jake looks through his texts with Johnnie, Kelsie puts herself in the conversation, "What's the Queen Mary? Sounds fancy." 

"It's scary." You and Jake say at the same time. You smirk slightly, "They want to do a paranormal investigation." 

"You mean.. like.. ghosts?" She looks at Jake and he nods, "Yeah, ghosts." 

Kelsie swallows, "I'll go." 

You all look at her and she shrugs, "What?" 

You laugh, "Kels, you won't go to a haunted house that's fake. What makes you think you can go somewhere that's real?" 

She rolls her eyes, "I'll have Jake there to protect me." She leans over on him and he smiles slighting while nodding his head, "Thursday." 

He looks up at you and you look away from Kelsie, giving Jake a small smile, "Okay." 

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

It was the day before the investigation and you get a text from Jake, did I piss you off? 

You furrow your brows, bringing your phone closer so you can type, No?

You sit up, tilting your head as you try and think about who might have said something as you wait for a response back from Jake. 

Your phone vibrates and you tap the screen, eyes scanning over the message from him, Kelsie said that you weren't coming now because you have to make a YouTube video and I don't know it just sounded like a shitty excuse. 

You laugh to yourself, that's because it is. She doesn't like us being friends because- 

You delete the message, retyping it, I don't have a YouTube video to film. If it did, I'd push it. 

You toss your phone down, quickly grabbing it as Kelsie walks into your room, "Don't you know how to knock?" 

She laughs, "I help pay the bills." 

"So do I, and I pay for this, so-" you motion for her to get out, clutching your phone tight. You give in when you see she doesn't move, "Fine, what?" 

"So Jake told me to tell you that they're not going to the Queen Mary anymore. Johnnie got sick and he bailed and Jake doesn't want to do it without him." 

Hmm, that's funny, you think as you nod, "Oh okay. We'll I'll just text John-" 

She shakes her head, giving you a quick, "No. he's asleep. I guess whatever he has is bad." 

"Oh, well. Okay. I guess I'll just stay here and film a video or something." You look down at your phone, laying back as you read a text from Jake, I still want to go, but I don't want to go without you. 

"Yeah, I think that's a good idea. You can do that new makeup routine one that you've been saying about." 

"Well, if we're not going anymore, why don't we do that truth or drunk video? We have that new deck of cards from that PR package." You lay your phone face down on the bed and look at her. 

"I scheduled an appointment to get my nails done since we weren't going, so that's what I'm going to do." She shrugs, "Maybe tomorrow?" 

You nod, "That's fine." 

She walks out, not saying another word and you let out a huff as you sit up. You go back into Jake's messages and you smirk as you read over his new text, I cancelled so no worries. 

You laugh slightly and listen as you hear Kelsie on the phone with, who you assume is Jake, "I'll let her know. I know, I'm sad about it, too." 

She walks quickly past your room and goes into hers, closing the door before you can hear anything else. 

Later that day, as you're standing in the kitchen you hear the door open, "Hello?" 

Jake walks around the corner and smiles, "Hey Kels." 

You freeze, mind racing at a hundred miles an hour, He thinks I'm Kelsie? There's no way.

"I know I'm early." He says walking over to you. 

This is your moment, you think, fucking take it. 

"Hey, no it's okay." You smile and close your computer. You turn towards him but you're stopped from saying anything else by his lips crashing onto yours. 

You can be Kelsie. 

Your hands move to his neck, pulling yourself closer to him. He moves your laptop over, lifting you up to set you down on the counter. 

He pushes his way between your knees and slides you closer to the edge as he kisses down your necks. 

You tilt your head, breathing out, "Jake." 

His phone ringing in his pocket, cutting whatever this is short. He steps back, eyes on you as he takes his phone out of his pocket. 

You can't see the screen but he tells you that it's Johnnie. 

"Hey." He walks away, "No, I'm not busy, what's up?" 

You hear the front door shut and you're left sitting on the counter in complete confusion. You look around, trying to fathom what just happened, what you just did. 

"Oh my god." You slide down off the counter, grabbing your laptop before running to your room. You click on your friend's contact, instantly calling them. 

"Hello?" 

"I need to talk to you." You say quickly, pacing back and forth in your room. 

"Okay, do you want me to come over?" 

"No." You say quickly, "I'll come to you. I fucked up." 

"I'll leave the door unlocked." 

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

"You pretended to be Kelsie?!" Your friend laughs, "I mean, I don't blame you. You liked him first." 

You groan, "Yes, but at the same time.. I broke a certain trust with Kelsie. Like, that's.." you sigh, "What if she finds out? What if Jake tells her? I can't just say sorry to her. When trust like that is broken, sorry means absolutely nothing." 

You stand up, pacing around the room, "I'm also very confused. Like why would he just.. he has to know who we are? Right? Like after a while he just.." 

"I don't know, Jake can be smart, but he can always be very stupid at times." Your friend laughs, "He couldn't have mixed you guys up. I can tell which one you are from behind." 

You bite your lip, "I'm gonna call him." 

Your friend sits up from their bed and shakes their head, "What if he's with Kelsie?" 

"You're right." You sigh, sitting down as you stare at your phone, "Fuck it. If they're together I'll just see if they want to do that truth or drink video." 

Your thumb hovers over the little phone icon before you tap it, taking a breath as you hear the line ring a few times on speaker. 

"Yellow." Jake says, a cheery tone to his voice, "What can I do for you?" 

"Are you with my sister?" You ask and he hums, "That depends. What are you calling for?" 

Your eyes go wide as you look at your friend who covers their mouth. 

"I'm, um. Calling to see if you guys want to do a video with me? A truth or drink video." You close your eyes, pinching the bridge of your nose. 

"I'm on my way to go pick her up now, I can see if she wants to do it later?" He says and you nod to yourself, "Yeah, I mean. That's fine. Just le-"

"That's not why you called me." 

His words cause a feeling of panic to rush through you, "Yes it was." 

"Mm. Are you sure? The tone in your voice makes it sound li-" 

You cut him off, "just let me know." You hang up and toss your phone away from you. 

"What the fuck was that?!" Your friend asks pushing your arm, "We were literally about to figure out if he meant to do what he did or not." 

Your phone vibrates and your friend holds it up with Jake's name and picture on the screen. 

"Just.. I can't.. okay. I just.." you sigh, grabbing it from her hand and answering it. 

"Hello?" You put the phone on speaker and Jake sighs, "What's going on with you?" 

"What do you mean what's going on with me?" You snap, "Sorry that.. came out meaner than I intended." 

Jake laughs, "You don't seem like.. you anymore? What's up with that?" 

"What do you mean?" You chew on your nail and he groans a dramatic groan, "You're going to be the death of me, y/n. What do you mean what do I mean?" 

"I don't.. know what to tell you, because I'm fine." You rest your fingers on your lips lightly, "I'm good. You're good. We're good." 

"Mm." Jake hums, "Alright, if you say so. I'll see you tonight." 

"Tonight?" You ask, slightly nervous and Jake laughs, "For truth or drink? I'm not giving Kelsie a choice. I want to hang out with you, too." 

You mouth 'I want to hang out with you, too.. what?' to your friend and they shrug, "Okay. I'm not home right now, but I'll go home and get everything set up." 

"Where are you?" He asks and you can hear the car go into park. 

"I'm at y/f/n's house." You answer and he is quiet for a minute, "Okay. Kelsie is coming. I gotta go." 

"Talk to you later." You sigh quietly and Jake laughs slightly, "Yeah, love ya."

You hear the three beeps and slowly look up from your phone to your friend. They're staring at you, "I need to to get my hearing checked because that sounded a lot like-" 

"I know." You cut them off. 

You stand up, tucking your phone into your back pocket, "Can you join the video with us?" Your friend nods, "Do I have time to get ready?" 

"You can get ready while I set up." You grab your keys and take a deep breath, "What the fuck is going on?" 

They rub your back, "I know it's hard, and it's going to be hard, but for now, just think of him as a dirty little secret." 

"Yeah, my beautiful, dirty little secret that won't eat me alive." You roll your eyes, laughing slightly, "What the fuck did I get myself into?"

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

You walk into the house and it's quiet. 

"Kels?" You call out, looking back at your friend as you walk in, "You home?" You close the door and shrug, "I guess they aren't here yet." 

You walk to the room and set your stuff down. You sit in the chair and feel your phone vibrate in your pocket. 

"Can I use some of your makeup?" Your friend asks and you nod while you pull your phone out, "Yeah, whatever you want." 

Your eyes scan over the text from Jake, I'm actually really exited to see you. 

"He just said.. I'm actually really exited to see you. What the fuck does that mean?" You tell to your friend, looking up as they walk into the room, "It means he's excited to see you." 

You groan, setting your phone down. 

"Answer him back." They motion to your phone and you sigh, "What if it's a trap? Sometimes when he's with Kelsie I'm half afraid that it's her setting me up." 

Your friend laughs, "I'm starting to think that there's really no mix up at all. He had to know that you were you." 

"Fine." You grab your phone, "But if Kelsie is setting me up, I'm moving to a remote island. I can't take the humiliation she'll put me through." 

Your thumbs tap the screen, I'm excited to film this video. 

"What did you say?" Your friend walks around and looks over your shoulder, "Really?" 

You shrug, "I didn't know what else to say?" 

"About what?" Keslie asks as she walks into the room, hand in hand with Jake. You lock your phone, setting it down in your lap, "Nothing." 

"Ooh." She smirks, "Got a little secret, hmm?" 

Your eyes move to Jake, "No. no secret." 

You watch as his eyebrow twitches and he fights back a smirk. You roll your eyes, "Let's just, get ready so we can make this video." 

You get up and walk to your room, your friend close behind, "Hey." They whisper, "You like totally did a three sixty. What's up?" 

You pull them into your room and close the door, "I'm just.. so confused by this whole thing. I don't even want to do this I don't know why I even said it." 

"Well they're here now. Can't really back out of it now." They shrug and sit down to do their makeup, "We can make it a quick one, just try and get her to tap out first." 

You sit down, "She'll pick right up on my games, y/f/n. I can't just-" you shake your head, "I'll talk to him when the time is right I guess." 

An hour into filming, you've already had to take a few shots, mainly for dumb questions. 

"Alright." You sigh, "my turn." You lean forward, slipping a card from the top of the deck, "If anyone in this room has had or has a secret crush, take a shot or reveal said crush to skip the drink." 

"My secret crush is that barista down the road." Your friend says with a laugh and you look over at them, "The blonde one?"  

They nod, "Oh yeah." They smirk and push their shot glass away, "I'm safe." 

You look at Kelsie and Jake, "Spill or drink, you pick." 

Jake smirks, filling his little glass, "Yeah, I'll just.." he takes his shot while Kelsie stares at him, "Um, okay?" She rolls her eyes, forcing out a laugh. 

"Who's yours, Kels?" Your friend asks and she smirks, leaning into Jake, "Jake of course." 

"Yeah that wasn't really a secret." You laugh and she looks at you, "What do you mean by that?" 

"Okay." Jake says, "Next question, y/f/n, you can go." He motions to the cards and your friend takes one off the top, "Mm. Okay. Would you hook up with your high school crush?" 

You immediately answer, "Oh yeah." 

Jake was your high school crush. 

"I would." Jake nods and looks at Kelsie, "Would you?" 

She sighs, "I mean, if i wasn't dating you and had the change.." she nods, "Probably. Yeah." 

Kelsie reaches up, taking a card. She giggles as she reads it, "what is the craziest thing you've ever done?" 

Your eyes go wide as a flashback of Jake putting you up on the counter flashes in your mind. You blink it away, straightening up as you look around pretending to think, "mm." 

"Craziest thing I've ever done was probably do that free fall thing, you know the thing that catches you by the net?" Your friend says and Kelsie gasps, "You really did that?" 

Your friend nods, "Oh yeah. I'd totally do it again." 

"I wanna do that." Kelsie looks at Jake, "We should go one of these days!" 

Jake nods, "Yeah, we can all go. Y/f/n said she wants to go again." 

You smirk slightly, covering it up with your fist, "I'm not adventurous enough to do anything crazy." You lie, "So I'll just.." you pour yourself a drink, knocking it back before setting down the glass. 

"I've done way too many crazy things, so I'll just take one." Jake laughs as he pours a shot. He tilts his head back, giving you a wink as you look at him before setting down his empty glass, "My turn." 

Another hour of question and you guys just drinking whenever you want later, you sigh, "I think this video is over." You laugh, "We have enough footage I think, who knows." 

Kelsie laughs, clearly drunk, "It's fine, sis. We can make it work." She reaches across the table and pats your hand with hers. 

She gets super lovey and nice when she's drunk, so that's how you know she's done for the night. 

"I think it's bedtime for Kelsie." You pat her hand and she sighs, "Nooo. I want music." She stands up, "Alexa, play today's pop hits." 

Greedy by Tate McRae comes on and she moves her chair, dancing and singing to the music. 

You look at Jake, "How do you deal with this?" He shrugs, looking from Kelsie to you, "I just.. do." He laughs slightly and stands up, "Alright, lady. Bed time." 

She lets out a whine as he pulls her towards the door.

You stand up, leaning over your friend to turn off the camera, "I'll edit this tomorrow, Alexa. Off." 

The song stops playing and you sit back down, "What do I do?" 

"I think, you should just talk to him." Your friend nudges you, "I'll keep watch in case Boozey McPlastered makes an appearance." 

You sigh, "Thank you." 

They nod, "Of course. You deserve the happy ended you wanted in the first place." 

You and your friend walk to the kitchen, still drinking up courage to come clean to Jake about everything. 

A little bit later you look from the hall to your friend, "I haven't heard anything in a while, maybe he fell asleep with her." 

"No he didn't." Jake says walking around the corner with a laugh, "What's going on here?" 

"Just.. having a casual conversation over some alcohol.. ya know girl talk." You laugh, completely loosened up from the shots and added drinks. 

"Ah huh." He says slowly, "I see. Well can I join, I mean." He clicks his tongue, "I am one of americas favorite ladies." 

You laugh, sliding your glass over, "You sure can." 

"Would you look at that." Your friend checks their phone, "I'm going to go to bed, in the guest bedroom.. in case you needed to find me." They walk away and Jake looks from them to you, "They're not very slick, you know?" 

"Yeah." You sigh, "I know." 

There's a few minutes of silence before you both talk at the same time. 

"So about-"

"So I ju-" 

You point, "Go ahead." 

Jake shakes his head laughing, "No, you go. Sorry." 

You sigh, "I don't even, actually know how to, or even what to say." You laugh slightly and Jake brings a hand up, twirling a piece of your hair, "You know what to do." 

Without thinking, you lean in, pressing your lips to his for a few seconds. You lean back, shock taking over, "I just.. I don't.." you stumble over your words and Jake starts to smile, "Do it again." 

You freeze, looking from his eyes to his lips, "Why?" 

He shrugs, licking his lips, "Because I want you to." 

"What about-"

He cuts you off, "I want you, wanted you all along. You just didn't seem like you wanted me, but since your friend told me that Kelsie is only with me out of spite because you liked me first.." he reaches out, hooking his thumb into the belt loop of your jeans and pulling you towards him, "..things have changed."

A smirk grows on your lips as you move to him, placing your hand on his chest, "You know?" 

He nods, "And just to confirm.." he smirks, looking into your eyes, "There's no mix up. I can tell you and her apart by your hands. I just wanted to test it, see if you'd kiss me back." 

"Well, doesn't seem like I will?" You smile and he nods, tilting his head as he slides his hand around to grab your ass, "Seems like you'll do a lot more, babe." 

Your heart feels like it's about to thump from your chest, "You have no idea." You move your head in, hands moving to tangle in his hair as you plant your lips on his. 

He bends down, lifting you up. Your legs wrap around his waist, and it's like earlier all over again. But only this time, he walks you to your room. 

He salutes your friend who's sitting on the floor by the guest bedroom, watching Kelsie's door. Your friend covers her mouth to not laugh and salutes him back. 

Thank you, you mouth quietly to them and they wave you off. 

Jake walks into your room, turning to quietly shut and lock the door. He walks you over to your bed, laying you down slowly as his body hovers over yours. 

Your lips reconnect, quickly leading into a hot, passionate, well earned make out. 

You moan quietly against his lips and he leans back slightly, "You gonna be quiet for me while I finally get a taste of you?" 

You nod, "Anything you want." 

"Well, I want you, but I think we've already been over that." He winks and brushes hair from your face, "Undress for me." 

He moves to stand up, discarding his clothes as you quickly take yours off. 

You lay back down, Jake moving up to peck your lips before kissing down your body. 

His head dips between your legs and his tongue drags upward between your folds. You arch your back, biting down onto your lip as his tongue moves to thrust inside of you. 

Your hands move to his hair, pushing down as your fingers tangle in his hair. 

You feel him groan lowly against you, digging his fingers into your hips harder as he pulls you to him. 

You knew it was wrong, but it feels so, so, so fucking nice. 

Jake glances up at you before attaching his lips to your clit. Your eyes roll back as the pleasured sensation washes through you. 

"Jake." You whimper out quietly, looking down at him. He slides a hand down around from your hip, dragging it under your thigh to slip two of his fingers into your wet cunt. 

You gasp, bucking your hips slightly as you breathe out a quiet, "s-shit." 

He curls his fingers, thrusting them in and out at a teasingly slow pace. 

You spread your knees farther apart, biting hard on your lip as your eyes lock onto his. He turns his head, planting gentle kisses on the inside of your thigh. 

He slowly pulls his fingers out, bringing them up to his lips. You watch in awe as he licks them clean, enjoying every drop he can get from them. 

He moves back up, pushing his hips between your knees. His lips crash onto yours, his tongue sharing the flavor of your juices as it moves against yours. 

He groans lowly as the tip of his cock rubs against your center, "I've never needed anything as much as I need you wrapped around my cock right now." 

You roll your hips, voice quiet and slightly desperate, "Please, Jake." 

He reaches down, guiding his cock steady as he pushes the head of his cock into you. 

You gasp, "oh my-" 

Jake lays his hand over your mouth, "Gotta be quiet babe." He watches as you nod before resting his forehead against yours, "Fuck." 

He slowly pulls out, thrusting back in slowly. His voice is deep, quiet, "You feel so good." 

Your arm slings around his neck, legs around his waist. His hand still over your mouth, muffling your moans as his thrusts build up to a quicker pace. 

He moves his hand to replace it with his lips. Your lips move in sync as your nails drag up his back. 

Nothing makes sense right now, but at the same time it feels so nice to finally get what you wanted for a change. 

You lay a hand on his cheek, moaning quietly as you feel close, "D-don't stop." You whimper out, "I'm so close." 

You squeeze his cock with your walls, earning a groan from him, "Fuck." He kisses down your neck, biting and sucking a hickey onto your skin. 

You didn't care at this point. 

If he was going to be your dirty little secret, you were going to have to lie anyway, right? 

You pull him closer, digging your nails into his skin as you finally let go, biting down on your lip as you cum around his cock. 

Jake places his hand over your mouth, muffling the moans you can't hold back. 

"That's it." He whispers, planting a kiss to your forehead, "Do you feel good?" 

You move your eyes to look up at him, nodding as much as you can. 

"Good. Roll over for me." He pulls out, moving to rest back on his calves as he watching you roll over onto your stomach. 

He leans down, one arm by your head to support himself as his cock is re-welcomed by your walls, "So fucking good." He moves down to his elbow, sliding his other hand over to lay it on your neck. 

He gently squeezes as he whispers in your ear, "So who was your high school crush?" 

He already knows the answer to that. You wouldn't have answered as fast as you did if it wasn't him. 

"You." You breathe out, "Fuck, Jake it was you. Always you." 

He groans lowly, nipping at your ear as he holds his cock still, "You're gonna make me cum." He laughs slightly, "I kind of don't want to do that yet." 

You nod as he dips his head down to kiss your shoulder, "kind of don't wanna pull out either." 

"So don't." You whisper, not even fully sure of what you said. 

It was an in the moment kind of thing. 

"You don't want me to?" He slowly starts to thrust again and you shake your head, "not really." You turn your head, looking at him from over your shoulder. 

He kisses your cheek, "Now it's really tempting." He leans up, grabbing your hips as he thrusts in and out. 

You lay your head down, biting down on the pillow so you don't sound too loud, "Fuck. Fuck." 

Jake reaches down, grabbing a handful of your hair, tilting your head back slightly and you resume biting down on your lip as you fight to control your moans. 

"You're so hot." Jake groans lowly, "Feels so. Fucking. Good." 

You gasp, clenching around him as you cum once more, laying a hand over your own mouth as you allow the pleasure to consume you. 

His thrusts grow sloppy and he pauses, allowing his cock to twitch and spill inside of you. 

He lets go of your hair, leaning down to kiss your shoulder, "You okay?" 

You turn your head, nodding, "I'm okay." You smile as you lift yourself up. Jake moves, looking around before he grabs a towel off your chair. 

You clean up, sitting up to slip your shirt back on, "I hate to be this girl, but what does this mean?" 

"For us?" He asks getting dressed, "Well, I think it means that I want to be with you and I have to find an easy way to let your sister down." 

You nod, running a hand through your hair, "Yeah." 

Jake's moves to sit next to you, "What's up?" 

"I just.. everything feels like it's a mess.." you lean into him, "But everything also feels so right when it comes to you." 

Jake tilts your chin up, looking down at you, "It's going to be you and me, like it should have been from the start. Okay?" 

You nod and he presses a kiss to your nose, "I promise." 

"She's going to lose it, might even hate me when she finds out that you left her to be with me." You laugh slightly, "I just.. a part of me feels bad but at the same time.." you sit up and look at Jake, "It feels so fucking good." 

He pulls you onto his lap, hands sliding down to your waist, "Which part feels so fucking good exactly." You smile as he lays back, "If you have time, I can just show you." 

He raises his brows, "I like the sound of that." 

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

I genuinely feel like this one fucking sucked for some reason, I struggled to write it. But as always, let me know how you liked it, ilysm thanks for reading. 

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[frasiersdailystim]

Documented event occured on July 19th, 1990, tape itself made November 5th, 1999. Edits were made to reflect the current reality of Scarry & Weathers. [] Will be used to represent a current fact that was not apparent here. () Will be used to represent a falsehood. Distorted, irregular, or impossible circumstances only viewed by the likes of Scarry and Weathers will not be marked, as this is what they themselves see in the moment. Objective (The reality or physical world experienced by most and can be proved, considered the purest form of it) reality is completely disregarded. Accounts collected from both interviewees themselves. Recorded on a singular Betamax. Shared with no one. Said to each other. Reason created: "To tie up mental loose ends." And "Clear disturbances unneeded by us by reliving it."

What was it like, the night you met each other?

FRASIER'S ACCOUNT:

I don't like remembering.... That night. It was a fateful one, of course, I wouldn't have met her, and I would've been dead in numerous ways, but it was rather sick. For me. And for her. Give me a moment. I have to get into, into the headspace to speak it all out loud. Please don't rush me. I really hate that. Hate is a rather strong word, I'm not a hateful person. I have a deep rooted, bitter distaste for it. Denatoniumesque. Alright, let me stop stalling. I was like, twenty, twenty one. For the past two, three years I'd been living in.... Who am I kidding? I lived in a dump. It was the cheapest apartment I could find, and the quality was fine, it's just I didn't take care of it. It was such a neglected house. I feel ashamed thinking of it. It was cruel how I treated it. I treated it how I felt. I didn't do anything to the poor thing. A sop.

Like the senate to Caesar, glass bottles pierced my sagging couch from throwing them beneath it, black tape all over my w-windows so they wouldn't find or watch me anymore but they have cameras wherever they can put them, bedroom barren aside from a red twin mattress, I never slept there, Iii can't sleep there, minifridge with nothing there.. The only thing worthwhile was that dinky television affixed to the wall, poorly though. It bled out wires. I stopped talking to people. I was in a sort of, public exile....I.. I was terrified. But I just, I don't know. I do know. That's a filler word. It was all catching up to me and I couldn't outrun it anymore. It'd pinned me.

. . . ——— . . .

[Like Mithridates to boat against the heat of the sun, slathered in milk and honey, forced to devour whatever they shoved down his throat as flies and insects pick away at him and devour his flesh - subjugating him to a humiliating execution of suffering by The King for seventeen days until he is wholly consumed into unrecognizability .] All I could think of w-was. I can't. It crushed me. I couldn't handle it anymore. I wasn't anyone. So I had to end it. I... I, I um, Well, I got my r-rental from out of the parking lot, on this one hot summer night, it was raining too, it was like a sort of hellfire, a-almost. Real humid. My skin was burning, like acid. I don't like summer. I don't. Ignore me. Let me continue. Silly me. I'm so s-silly, aren't I?

I got in, and I started driving around. I wasn't driving anywhere. I wasn't a person. I wanted even alive. I just wanted my conscience cleared. Forever. It was too loud. Well, I remembered, um, this particular bridge, t-that... C-Calm down. Calm down Frasier. You're fucking talking to yourself. You're talking to a video tape. Don't get w-worked up. Sorry. Sorry .Y-You don't have to apologize. You ddddon't.... Never.. I'm sorry, Frasier. I'm really sorry. This particular bridge led off into the Atlantic. I knew if my body sunk in that sea it would float back up and those horrible animals, those birds would pick at it then. And I was driving forth, right toward the bridge. I kept thinking of [That King.] I couldn't stop. The flies began to buzz and the birds would cry out. I cried.

I drove as fast I could, I couldn't see anything, think I was crying, and then suddenly- I saw this, um, figure in the road. I felt it had to be significant, and I couldn't end the life of another human being, especially when I meant to, (Frasier does a snapping neck motion) my own self, so I just.... I swerved into a tree, my rental car was completely destroyed. Hood crushed like a can. I was fine though, just a cut or so on my leg. I can handle a few glass shards. I don't know why I did that. I could've just killed us both. We would've both been saved. Two birds with one stone. She was frozen in the street. Petrified like a stone. I felt so, so deeply guilty. What the hell was I doing? I could've- I could've killed this woman. And she was a runaway. She saved my life. I saved hers. And that's how it was supposed to be.

NOELLE'S ACCOUNT:

(well, we met at a restaurant somewhere in barcelona then moved to this city. Hmh. No. Let me redo this. We met on a tramway in Maine after I had a late stop. We met in an open house while both bored. We grew up together. We were coworkers at the same AT&T, we..) I don't have to lie. This isn't being distributed anywhere. I don't have the energy to speak right now, nor do I necessarily want to go through the process of explaining my months of travel right now. That's a bit too painful for me to discuss right now, Too boring too. I'd, I'd pad it out. So I just wrote, what it was like, like a book... But only the middle part. I'm not good at beginnings or endings, unfortunately. Don't get mad at me for that. I wrote them all on, um, note cards. So that's how this will be read. Don't get mad at me for that, or if the camera shakes. I already said that.... I'm the one who's watching this. I can do whatever I want.

Additional edits added to include a more accurate depiction from both sides of what it was like for Noelle to be led into Frasier's house, only written in the way Noelle would, or wishes she could write in her head. Unfortunately for her, she typically doesn't have the energy to do so.

Frasier cracked opened the door to his apartment with such a frightened gentleness it seemed as if even the slightest of force would cause the thing to tremble at its hinges and collapse into nothing. The door itself was already left ajar, and red keys lay uselessly on the half-built shelf a little ways beyond the door. It appears Frasier intended to leave his apartment up for grabs after he'd finally killed himself, so someone else could take residency in it as he sunk to the bottom of the ocean.

[Noelle] hesitated at the doorway, looking back once or twice, before cautiously pushing [her] way through the apartment. It was awful. A miserable excuse for a living space. It didn't appear as if the owner purposefully brought ill towards the apartment, but rather had been unable to bring themself to live in it at all. Black drapes tacked under the windows cast an unusual darkness in the cramped space, rotting wood from an unfixed leaking pipe against the wall was noticed and certainly smelled before seen and papers were spread out all over the floor. A smashed bottle of beer leaked it's remnants on the shaggy carpet and the couch looked uncomfortable. The only light in the house was a dimly, barely living lamp bolted on the wall. Frasier clicked the door behind him and headed towards the twin bar stools he had in wait at his kitchen counter. It looked like it'd never been eaten on before. He walked in a way fitting for a poltergeist possessing that of a mortal body, speaking in that corrupted voice with limbs cracking and body uncanny with priests crying for exorcism, deeply hunched over. Ashamed.

"I'm so sorry. A-About the mess." Frasier gave out a deep, wavering sigh. He wasn't expecting [her] to plant down beside him, and that [she] did not. [she] stood with a certain eeriness, a sort of lost look. [She] reminded him of a corpse almost. [She] was an anchor that'd been dredged up from the seabed, covered in seaweed and litter carelessly dumped into it's depths with water dripping from [her] orifices from being submerged with rust snaking up [her] legs and chest like a snake, once attached to the body of a mighty ship then left to die at the bottom. [She] wasn't this. [She] was wearing a stained t-shirt and torn dress pants. But [she] could've been. [She] was so still. Nothing felt real at all. Not a word uttered from [her] mouth. [She] felt like a scared kid.

It started to get uncomfortable, almost tense. It was an undeniable physical being that lumbered around the house with it's huge paws and judgemental eyes. [Noelle] could clearly hear it's creaking on the floorboards and Frasier could hear the flapping of wings beyond the entrance to the house. It was still open. [Noelle's] form was illuminated by the light, making an almost halo-like shape around [her.] [She'd] just noticed the source of the light. [She] stared at Frasier for a second then bounded to the door on [her] tired shoeless feet before slamming the door shut and locking it behind [her.] The force of the slam was so intense an empty bottle of liquor abandoned and stale on the ground had rolled forth towards Frasier, who had winced at the noise. They both had. [Her] hands were clearly shaking as [she] fumbled with the keys to lock that door, and [she] cleary wasn't letting go of them. They rested tight between [her] tightened fist. [Noelle] didn't know him. Frasier was afraid but so was [she.] Frasier looked rather familiar and [she] didn't know why but [she] hated it.

Frasier felt so guilty... He knew why [she] felt that way. So wary of his existence. Not that he really knew knew, but he could find kinship in [her] terror. Whenever he'd offered [her] his hand when he saw [her] in the road, [she] didn't say a word aside from incoherent horrified yet exhausted mumblings of "don't take me" before going completely silent and beginning to shake, prior to coming somewhat back to reality.

Frasier despised the mood of the room. Despite the shutting of the door, he could still hear the heavy flaps of hundreds of birds above his tiny apartment. He hated them. He hated this room. He wanted to drown it all out. Frasier slowly reached for the remote on the living room table, and flicked on the television. Anything would be alright. Anything. On flashed the national news.

"Renown child actor most known for (his) roles in youth on beloved comedies That's in the Family! Private Life, and The Weight of the World and former model (Philo Elstree), son of Melissa Elstree and Pittman Elstree has been found dead by suspected suicide at twenty one (now twenty two)* on the grounds of Elstree Studios. (His) body was recovered about two months after (his) death from the pond in the vineyard overlooking the production studio in the properties of the Elstree.

After months of searching for the missing (boy), an unfortunate speed boating accident between extended family members of the Elstree had wound up in a six year old girl falling out of the boat and almost drowning. A life guard on watch had luckily jumped in to retrieve the girl, who thankfully survived. After CPR was performed, the girl was in utter shock. Not because of the drowning. She'd seen something in those waters. Once her breath was regained, all she cried was: "I saw my cousin! I saw my cousin! (He) was staring straight at me! (His) throat is gone!" With terrified eyes as she clawed her way out of the lifeguards arms and back to the mansion. The body had been dragged up from the depths, looking "badly beaten" most likely from injuries sustained from hitting the rocks at the bottom of the lake.

Strangely enough, forensic pathologists state from images shared of the remains; "There is something odd about the corpse of (Mr. Elstree.) Despite having had drowned (himself) in the pond, there appears to be no bloating that occured to the body, which is unusual for a body that has drowned. Though it appears (his) coattail had caught on a rock and held (him) down, it was only a measly piece of silk. The microbes building gas within the corpse would've caused (his) body to bloat and float to the surface. People would've seen within hours. Furthermore, even if there was some odd chance no one- not a singular individual had seen the body come to the vineyard and been to this pond in two months to witness the body float... Maggot larvae would've already been crawling in the wounds and orifices exposed to air on (his) body, such as the possibile self inflicted neck wound, and waterfowl among other animals would've already swooped down to devour the carrion in the water. (He) however has none of this. Why?"

Unfortunately, this question will forever be left out in open water. Sorry, that isn't funny at all, is it? Back to the topic, The Elstree seem to not want an autopsy. They only desire a "sprucing up of our (son), it just hurts too much to see him this way. I don't want to find out how (he) died. I know how. Can't you see how painful this is for us? For a mother to lose her own child? We (loved him)." As said by Melissa Elstree. It's speculated they may seek out make-up artist Fritz Erupper for this 'sprucing up.' Known for his eccentric true to life art dolls and stellar make-up work on the cast of Private Life in relation to the Elstree— Erupper himself has always had strong relation with that of the Elstree, considering them a second family. If offered the job, Erupper stated he would be "Most delighted to take it on. I want nothing but honor on the fallen soul of such a bright spirit. (He) was like a (son) to me." To the press in an interview this afternoon. The date of the ceremony is unknown as of now, but Pittman himself has insisted on an "open casket, blow out funeral, for everyone to see." [...] Alright. That's all for this segment, folks. Fly high, (Philo.) What a loss to the state of film, and America as a whole. Now on to our next segment—"

• It is a fascination that the last name of this particular beloved American family happens to be Elstree. The name in itself isn't even born of American blood, though Elstree quickly became a household name in those many rows of homes. No eye bat Elstree is/was the ge- -neric name of several standing or demolished. British film studios Most notably for being the house(s) that produced films [significant here, or important to the culture of film today] The Shining, 2001: A Space Odyssey, and Bohemian Rhapsody among many many more marks in the grandeur of film. However, Out of all the studios that once thrived, only two have remained the inevitable test of time. "Elstree" was a tribute to Elstree Studios by the band The Buggles. Following the story of a failed actor, who according to Wave Maker Magazine, is "taking up a more regular position behind the scenes and looking back at (his) life in regret."

[Noelle] had completely frozen up. [She] looked terrified. [Her] breath was quick and tight, legs trembling as [she] just slumped down on the floor as if [she] were a dilapidated building. What the apartment could've been if Frasier pushed that door with just an ounce's worth more force. [Her] eyes darted to Frasier with this wild, terrified look, like when he almost hit [her]. [She] looked back up at the television. It was playing some stupid advertisement now. After that it was some happy, sappy story. It was almost hilarious. Depressing story then something joyful then more horrible shit then something nice again. Mind numbing. [She] didn't feel a thing. Didn't feel real again.

"H-Hey, are you okay? Of course you're not. I can turn off the TV, if you'd like. I should've turned it off the moment it mentioned s- death. That poor poor (boy)." Frasier's fingers hovered the power button and he trudged over to [Noelle], ready to offer [her] his hand incase [she] needed some support getting up. Getting up to do what? He hadn't touched another living being in years. "I'm fine... It doesn't matter." [Noelle] didn't know what to do. [She] didn't want to see that. [She] needed something to do. [She] vacantly stared at a tag on Frasier's shirt. Wait. [Her] ears perked up, and [she] tilted [her] head.

[Noelle] lifted briefly from [her] psuedodissociative haze "You didn't recognize that guy on TV?"

"No." Frasier shook his head. His hair hang in his eyes. "(He's) a celebrity, but I'm a shut-in... I ddddon't watch that stuff.... Whatever (he) was in." Frasier replied. "Why?"

"(No reason at all)." [Noelle] looked to the tag again. It had a name on it, like a branding. "My name is...Nnnoelle. Call me that and that only." Noelle felt so odd. [She] didn't know why [she] took on that name. [She] had another one saved up, but this one spilled out. [She] just had to be called anything but the name [she] had shed. Even if it was an insult. It was nice to finally get [her] name. He didn't expect it to be as feminine as it was, but it's not like that really mattered.

"Alright. I'll make sure to call you that. Oh, I haven't introduced myself either, heh... H-How rude of me." Frasier uncomfortably fumbled with a loose thread in his pants. "My name is Frasier." Noelle didn't respond for a very long time, which made Frasier nervous. [She] was probably judging him right now... [She] probably knew who he was, [she] was going to scream at him, what's wrong with you? Why'd you do that? Or worse, laugh at how pathetic he'd gotten. That horrible canned laughter rose from it's equally as terrible grave, rattling in the back of his head and making the apartment complex tremble and shake with each bellowing cackle. Frasier covered his ears and made a kind of pained whining sound, which elicited a confused head tilt from Noelle.

"Frasier... Huh." Even more familiar. Why? "I remember, whenever I was a kid, there was this show I... I... used to watch.... The name is blurry now. It's already wasting away. Sorry. But there was this kid named Frasier in it, and he had a brother. They, um did shit with raptors. Y'know, the birds. It was cute." Noelle rested [her] hand on [her] chin. It was hard to remember most things past two months ago now. Moreso forcefully attempted to forget. [She] tried to cut it off from memory like a dead, rotting limb. It twisted and distorted as if it were in a fun house mirror, almost mocking [her], begging [her] to remember, to forget, [she] grumbled a silent 'leave me alone' under [her] breath. If [she] had to confront any of those events face to face [she] would surely not survive.

"(What a coincidence. I hope you enjoyed what you watched. I wouldn't know anything about that, either. I was sheltered. M-My name is common, so it must just be a lucky match.)" Frasier hated to lie. But he didn't want to think about that at all. He would probably try killing himself again with Noelle in the house if I had to think about his time on the show. But he felt guilty.... He owed [her]. He almost killed [her]. Noelle had a sense he was hiding something but begged no question. It just made [her] more wary. Frasier needed the topic to change.

"So... So you have anywhere to stay?" Frasier tilted his head. "Um. Whenever I found you crouched there in the middle of the road, you d-didn't say a word. You didn't even look alive. I could put my hand through you. Then again.. You look like a runaway, but I don't wanna assume." Noelle weighed [her] options in response. "I'll have somewhere to stay soon. I'll get a job and everything. I have money, though." Noelle opened the bag [she] had tied around [her] waist. It was more of a suitcase than a bag. Hundreds of wads of cash lay bundled in the tattered suitcase. "Don't take any without my explicit permission. I'll know."

Frasier stuttered in shock. A grave anxiety creeped up his waist and burrowed itself into his skin, a writhing leech sucking upon the blood- His rationality, and cauterizing it with paranoia. Was he harboring a criminal in his home? What did [she] do to obtain all that money? He didn't want to think about it. What if [she] killed him and robbed him dry in his slumber? To be honest— it would be appreciated, but it still scared him. Frasier groaned as he pulled the leech off of his flesh, twisting it with a squeeze so it's teeth would release themselves from the spot they'd cemented themselves in his sensitive skin. He threw it on the ground and crushed it beneath his heel into a bloodied stain, but he could still feel some gnawing into his calves... They bled onto the floor.

"I won't. You can trust me. I promise." Frasier nodded as Noelle closed up [her] bag and tied it back up. Noelle weakly got up from [her] spot slouched on the floor, the grip on the keys [she'd] had earlier weakening but not quite. He wasn't all that dangerous. He might not hurt [her.] As [she] lifted from the ground [she] suddenly came to realize the exhaustion that lay heavy in [her] bones, rooted in deep. [She] could see the way [her] feet began to melt, fusing in with the wood paneling of the floor, and grew uncomfortable, twisting [her] legs idly to get them unstuck.

Noelle didn't want to admit exhaustion, and [she] wouldn't succumb that quickly. [She] planned on doing further investigation on Frasier while he slept. But at least, [she] needed to know where [she] would rest. "Do you have anywhere for me to sleep? I can. Um... Sleep on the floor. Or the couch." Noelle kept [her] balance against the sodden wall of Frasier's house. It was disgusting. [She] hoped [she] could get out of this place soon. [She] felt horrible for him. No wonder he acted this way. Surely that house wasn't of his own accord. He lived in the physical manifestation of his own misery, as if it were a barbed wire that bound his wrists and he was forced to endure. Noelle would probably kill [herself] if [she] had to st... [She's] going to be here a while. [She] laughed to [herself] in [her] head.

"You can sleep on the bed in my room. I can't go in there a-anymore. I'll just sleep on the couch. I do it every night." Frasier gave Noelle a nervous smile, and pointed to the door down the hallway. [She] didn't feel like prying about his fears, it would feel uncomfortable, so [she] took the invitation with a flick of [her] ears to signify [she] appreciated it. [She] trudged over to Frasier's abandoned bedroom, hovering [her] paw over the door.

"...Thank you." Noelle shot him a melancholy smile before disappearing into the room with [her] tail dragging behind [her.] Frasier said something in response, but he didn't think Noelle caught it. It was alright. It didn't matter anyway. At least [she] seemed more comfortable with him now, even if that comfort was raised a singular percentage above zero. Despite their fears of each other, and the guilt they held... Maybe they'd be able to survive it all. Just a little.

#suicide

[seawherethesunsets]

[re: cheer up]

I thought Yoomin was dead. I loved her scenes before she actually showed up. The scene where she gets hit by the light and the scene where (in ep1 or ep2) Jung Woo goes to his office, sees her, the sound of squeaky door and boom she gets hit again... I loved the edit of these two. In terms of suspense, these two and the ending of ep1 were great to me (sound effects and video editing were good👍) and made me excited about the potential death issue. But not anymore. Now I'm unexcitedly waiting for immature/jealous villain(s) to be revealed so that we can move on. :D

Romance is a bit rushed, too. I wasn't comfortable with the captain taking her out to for a drink as an apology (I loved how she was staring at him on the bus stop tho~~~). I'd be totally okay if there was no romance. I think he is fine as a captain and being so already inspires Dae Yi a lot. Crush is cute, too. Finally she has something that flutters her heart-- other than food and money. Mutual feelings would follow a bit later. But now they're at it, I want to see Jung Woo to fully accept and have feelings, I'm curious~~

I'm also curious about how he will handle the policy issue. Please, writers, don't make it boring.

About Dae Yi's brother... Wow, he is a hidden gem :D Hope to see him more! My guess is that she had a call from her mother about his brother and she rushed outside for him (though she didn't look much stressed when Jung Woo finally found her). We'll see tomorrow.

There are too many jealous and immature people in this drama, it gets boring. Especially, Min Jae. The character doesn't have to be made this annoying. I feel upset about it. He probably will a have ~redemption~ through socializing and receiving love etc. But yeah, still boring.

The twins! I like So Yoon, her random comments and English! :D She also looks like she needs a bit more socializing like Min Jae (but doesn't throw tantrums -_-). I can't wait to see more about her story.

See, there is a lot to discuss!

Buddyyyyyyyyy 🌻😘

look at you going off with all the details. obviously you pay more attention and use more brains than me and I love that for you! I'm just watching it, head empty lolol. First off , thank you for all these cos it does reminded me of scenes that I put behind the back of my head.

That first 2 eps of showing yoomin and the spooky vibes got me but then they keep saying she never contacted so I was like oh she's not dead yet and knew she was gonna appear somehow to either be added for suspense or the boring route would be to be a love rectangle now (?) lmao.

I think the romance part is okay for me, pace wise haha. We know jungwoo doesnt like her in that way yet, he cares and worries for her a lot. So yes! curious to see how he'll embrace it when he's sure he likes her likes her hehehe. generally im not that fond of the drinking culture there, but it is their culture and seems like drinking solves all issues in dramas hahha.

Same! I think she received a call from her mom about her brother injured, nothing too serious since she was calm when jungwoo found her. but i wanna know her brother's story! hope they showed more. we have 16 eps more than ample time lol.

Minjae is a petty child, sunbae is annoying hahahha i am curious to know who is the suspicious person tho. But I hope it's not dragged half heartedly till the very end. i dont have high hopes, i just wish it would stay fun until then.

The twins are cute! very rare for a drama to make sure every character they introduced to have a nice coverage of their arcs :\ so we'll see~~

#ask #anon #cheer up #❤️❤️❤️

[beels-burger-babe]

All is Fair in Dice and War

***Soooo, @bagelsinatoaster I love this request. However, you didn't specify which board game and as I am a huge nerd I decided to take some creative liberties and combine this with another idea I've been meaning to write which is: MC introducing the demon bros to Dungeons and Dragons. I certainly had fun with this and I hope you like it!*** Summary: Leviathan's world is flipped upside down when MC tells him there is a game that basically allows him to be the Lord of Shadows in real life!! He demands that his brothers join him as MC introduces them all to the chaotic shit show that is Dungeons & Dragons. For once, it was a peaceful day in the House of Lamentation. Lucifer was lounging in the living room with a cursed record playing softly in the background. For once, Satan had willingly joined him and was sitting by the fireplace, thumbing through a book on the human world. Belphie had been passed out on the couch when he arrived and was still laying there with an impressive puddle of drool collecting near his mouth. Even Asmodeus and Beel had joined in, with Asmodeus gently humming to himself as he painted his nails and Beelzebub happily munching on a snack as he enjoyed the sight of his family getting along. Yes. It was perfectly quiet and peaceful, and Lucifer didn't even have any traces of his regular migraine. But of course, nothing good lasts forever. Everyone jumped as the door slammed open and a wide-eyed Leviathan dragged you into the room. The two you very closely followed by Mammon loudly complaining. "Oi! You're gonna hurt them! Cut it out, Levi!" Lucifer sighed and closed his eyes, momentarily mourning the peace that he had just barely begun to enjoy, and closed his book. "Leviathan, let MC go. What are you freaking out about this time?" Lucifer regretted asking the moment the words left his mouth. Levi looked at it with the expression he only ever got when his limited edition Ruri-Chan merch arrived; his eyes were wide and glittering with excitement while his face bore a grin so large that Lucifer was surprised it didn't rip his skin. The third-born was practically vibrating as he let go of your wrist and pushed you forward. "Tell them! Tell them about the game!"

You laughed at Levi's excitement and casually rubbed your wrist. "I was just telling Leviathan about a game that we play in the human world called Dungeons and Dragons-" "You get to make a fantasy world that everyone plays in, and everyone makes characters. You can be a wizard and cast spells against a huge monster! Or a war hero fighter that has been betrayed by his brother! Or a noble knight who is looking for his lost kingdom! And the best part is that it's real!" Levi interrupted, nearly jumping in place as stars danced in his eyes. You put your hands out towards him to try and calm him a bit. "Well, not entirely real. It is played in person, but it's a role play tabletop game, meaning it mostly relies on the players' imagination. That is unless you have thousands of dollars to spend on 3D maps and figurines of your characters." Levi's eyes grew even wider, if possible, as he started shaking his hands up and down. "I CAN HAVE A FIGURINE OF A CHARACTER THAT I MADE?! GAAAAAAAAAHH!" A pillow flew across the room and hit Levi square in the face as a now awake Belphegor glared at him. "Will. You. Shut. Up?" the Avatar of Sloth hissed as a dark dangerous aura grew around him. Beel gently patted his twin's head in hopes of calming him. Leviathan pouted as he noticed no one else seemed to be getting excited about it. "C-Come on guys! This isn't even a video game! It's a thing that we can all do together and personalize it to be something that everyone will like. It'll be fun! Right MC?" You nodded as you gently tossed Belphie's pillow back over to him. "Yeah. I love D&D. I played it all the time in the human world. There's action, suspense, and even romance if you really wanted it," a couple of the brothers perked up at that. "I could put together a one-shot for you guys to try it out if you'd like? I'll help you make your characters, and we can all get together for an evening and play it sometime in a couple weeks." The room went quiet as everyone thought it over. Most of them had no interest in the game itself, but if it was organized by you... "I'm in," Beel decided with a nod. "I think it will be fun. All of us trying something new; it could be neat." Satan casually flipped a page in his book, "The creative aspect of it is definitely appealing. We'd be the masters of our own fate, and that most certainly piques my interest." Asmodeus smirked as he put the cap on his nail polish. "And you said it could be whatever we want? My, one might say that this game could help our wildest fantasies come true~" he made sure to wink at you as he giggled. Belphie, who had only just got back his pillow, scrunched up his face in disgust and launched it at Asmo. "Don't make this weird Asmo," he looked over at you and shrugged, "So long as you do all the work in putting together the character thing, sure. Why not?" Mammon looked over at you from the corner of his eye. "Ya mean to tell me, that you can make it so I'm some awesome, rich, and powerful prince?" Asmo scoffed as he pushed the pillow off his lap. "Please Mammon, even the world of make-believe has its limitations." Mammon blushed as he growled at his brother. You just chuckled and teasingly elbowed his side. "Don't listen to him, Mammon. There is a set amount of how much money you start out with depending on your class and background, but I'm sure we can find something that will make you happy." The second-born blushed even more as he grumbled quietly under his breath. Lucifer tilted his head in thought. "I suppose that if everyone else is playing, naturally I must as well," he stood and began to make his way to his office. "I look forward to seeing what you come up with MC." The next two weeks were spent planning and carefully figuring out the details of the one-shot and the characters that everyone was going to play. Levi was, of course, the first one who came to you to build his character. The two of you spent hours going through the Player's Handbook and sourcebooks to find the perfect build to recreate the Lord of Shadows. In the end, you put

together a human fighter that you gave a couple magic items to make Levi's vision really come to life. It seemed basic, but for the Lord of Shadows, it was perfect. The moment the two of you finished, Levi dove to his computer and ordered a custom-made mini that looked exactly like his character. Satan was genuinely interested in the game, especially after he learned about all the lore and rules behind the different classes and races. You had just been chilling in your room one day when the door burst open. Satan stood there with wide eyes holding a copy of Volo's Guide to Monsters. "MC, why didn't you tell me there are cat people?!" You chuckled, knowing exactly where this was going. "They're called tabaxi, but yeah, they're basically cat people. Would you like to play as one?" He scoffed and snapped the book shut. "Is that even a question? Of course, I'm playing as one." After some discussion and bouncing back and forth between classes a couple of times, Satan settled on a tabaxi druid; that way he not only looked like a cat, but he could speak to them as well. After a few days of you spending time with his brothers focusing on getting their characters ready, Mammon came to you wanting the coolest, most epic character ever. At first, it was clear that he wasn't fully invested in the process, but as he saw the customizable options and all the cool stuff that his character could have, you got his attention. You ended up designing a golden teifling rogue (you tried to tell Mammon that teifling usually wasn't yellow, but he gave you such a sad look that you couldn't say no) that was decked out with piercings and gems all over its horns and tail. He tried to act like he wasn't that excited about it, but one day during class you caught him doodling what looked like a stick figure version of the character on his sheet with a big smile on his face. Asmodeus came in shortly after Mammon finished,

insisting on having the most charming and beautiful character there was. You tapped your chin at the request. "I mean, stereotypically bards are extremely charming and...well seductive...almost too seductive. But that's only thei-" Asmo had hearts in his eyes before you could even finish. "That's what I want to be!" You sighed and made a mental note not to include any dragons in the session as you marked Asmo down to be an elven bard and helped him create his character sheet. You hadn't heard anything from Lucifer for nearly that entire first week, until one day as you were lounging in the living room, he walked in holding a stack of resource books. "Ah, MC. I've been looking for you. I wanted to inform you that I will be playing a half-elf multiclassing as a paladin and hex-blade warlock." You blinked at him as he put all the books down in front of you. "O-Oh. Would you like help putting together your character sheet?" He just grinned and began to make his way out of the room once more. "I've already done it. I must admit that this was quite a bit more interesting than I thought it would be," and with that he was gone, leaving you to try and figure out what had just happened. With only a few days left until the one-shot, you had to go find the twins and get them to make their characters. Beel apologized like crazy for you having to track him in down in order to get his character made. The poor guy was in the middle of peak Fangol season and had completely forgotten. Once the two of you sat down in the kitchen with an empty character sheet in one hand and snacks in the other, Beel gave you his full attention. He put a lot of thought in his character and wanted to make it really good since he appreciated that you were doing something that they could all do as a family. He bashfully decided to play a halfling. Not only did the little creatures share his love for food, but he thought it would be neat to try being small for once. His class was also a surprise. After carefully flipping through all of the class options, he had eventually settled on a cleric. "They're the healers, right? This way I can help the others if someone gets hurt." You gave him a huge hug then and there. Belphegore, on the other hand, was not so easy to work with. "Belphie, come on. Just flip through the book and choose something!" He groaned into his pillow and rolled onto his side to glare at you. "I told you I would play if you did all the work for me. Me flipping through a book is work. It's not happening." After an entire hour of trying to get him to cooperate, you gave up. In retaliation you made his character a goblin barbarian, just to drive in the fact of how much of a brat he was acting like.

Finally, the day came for you all to play the one-shot, and much like you expected, it was complete and utter chaos. You had tried to maintain some structure and keep everyone on track, but it was hopeless. Levi and Satan were taking the game seriously and, Diavolo bless them, were the only reason their party was making any progress. Mammon was trying to pick-pocket every non-player character that they met while Asmo distracted them by flirting. This worked great for them until Mammon got caught and would've died from the resulting injuries if it wasn't for Beel. Speaking of Beel, the poor fella was trying his best to do well in the game but kept getting confused by all the rules and different stats and modifiers. Belphegor spent most of his time, trying to explain it to his twin, but in the end, Beel accidentally ate his dice and Belphie passed out on his shoulder. And then there was Lucifer. He had been mostly quiet the entire game. Surprisingly, he let Levi and Satan take the charge in any investigations and puzzle-based interactions, but he did so with a smirk. You had a funny feeling in your stomach that he was up to something, and you were right. It was the final boss. Satan and Levi were on the edge of their seats, having worked so hard to get the party to this point. You smiled, knowing that one of the best parts of D&D was finally taking down the big bad. In this case, you had prepared a beholder for them to fight. It would be no easy task. The fight should have required them to work together in an epic battle of wits, magic and melee attacks. Only, when everyone rolled initiative, Lucifer went first. The eldest smiled as his eyes sparked menacingly. "For my bonus action, I'd like to use my hex blade's curse on it, which allows me to add my plus four proficiency bonus to all damage, and makes any rolls of nineteen or twenty critical hits. I will then use my long sword with divine smite at third level to attack him and attack him again using my extra attack," barely giving you time to process what he said, Lucifer rolled his dice twice. "And that would be a nineteen and a natural twenty, meaning they're both criticals due to the curse. That should hit, yes?" "Wha-" You could only watch as Lucifer, now with twice the amount of damage due to his critical rolls pulled out a disgusting number of dice and rolled them all. And of course, with his luck, they all rolled high. "So that's 90 points of damage plus the extra damage from the curse and the bonus from my duelist ability per attack, brings this 102 points," he smugly perched his chin on top of his hands as the table gaped at him. You gulped and looked down at the beholder's character sheet, "Y-You just took o-over half of his hit points in one round..." His grin widened at the information, "What, like it's hard?" You never got the chance to finish the game, as Satan burst into his demon form and pounced on Lucifer, the eldest laughing like a mad man, while Levi tore up his character sheet in a fit of jealous rage. Levi never asked to play with everyone again after that. ***This was just so self-indulgent and I just- I loved it. It combined two of my favourite things and I have never been happier. This was more crack than fluff, but either way, it was fun and I hope you nerds out there enjoyed it 🥰 Thanks again for the request @bagelsinatoaster!*** Taglist: @mimik248 @roseytoesy @ester-is-here

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