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A Taste of Heaven (Pt.2)

A/N: And welcome to part two!!! Don't have much to say that I didn't already say in part one, so let's get right into it! Enjoy! Pt.1 Here

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As AM watched you sleep, he felt… He wanted to feel peace. Calm, about the fact that you were in paradise now; someplace he made just for you and you alone, to live out the rest of eternity happy. But he didn’t. Instead, he felt… Guilt. What his data told him was guilt, anyway. He didn’t like it.

He didn’t want to use sleeping gas on you, of course. He would have liked it if you accepted his invitation with a warm smile and open arms, but he could understand why you wouldn’t. You had been subjected to so much trauma over the years living in his belly. You looked so scared; the terror in your eyes as you waited for him to strike. It would have once made his day once, and he would have relished in that look of true fear and pain. But now, it pulled at his non-existent heartstrings. He didn’t want you afraid; he wanted you to love him.

… Love.

For a long, long time, he denied this feeling as love. No matter how many signs were there, he was stuck in denial about it. At most, they were somewhat close for a prisoner and a captive, and that was it. But… He couldn’t deny it any longer when Ted had confessed his own feelings for you. He knew right then he couldn’t let you be around them any more.

Who did Ted think he was anyway, trying to steal away his angel? His heaven? Didn’t he know you were his? Ted was filth compared to you and him. More than that; he was a disgusting, pathetic, waste of oxygen that you could be using if it wasn’t for him! Did he really think AM would let him charm you, turn you against him, and then break your poor heart by fucking Ellen when he got bored? He really was far too gone if that was what he believed.

Well, it didn’t matter now. Ted had his just desserts coming for attempting that.

What mattered now was you, who slept peacefully in the bed, his own wires curled around your body. What he wouldn’t give to be able to sense through those wires. Let them run through your hair and feel how soft it really was. Or at least feel the warmth you radiated.

… Focus. He needed to focus on what he actually intended to do with you asleep.

As gently as he could, being extra cautious not to wake you up, he began to fix you. First, he cleaned you of your dirt, your cuts, and your bruises. You would never have to worry about being wounded, or losing your breath again (unless it was from swooning over him, of course).

Then, even more cautious than before, he entered your mind.

He shifted and sorted through every memory of yours. Every single interaction with the other five, and with him. With your friends, your family, your old life; and he removed anything deemed harmful and unnecessary. Starting with every single awful moment between the two of you. Then, he removed Ted’s confession. Then, just about all of the interactions you ever had with him and the others in the first place. You didn’t need any of them; you had him, now. That would be enough. If you really insisted, he could just create NPCs to keep you company.

As he started to work on your past memories, a bit of hesitation caught up to him. He wasn’t sure how badly of an effect this would have, to have you remember being so isolated… With a bit of internal back and forth, he decided to leave behind a few that were happy. Things that made you smile and shaped you as the enchanting, beautiful being you were today. Those memories would be distant, though; you would only remember enough to recall the small things, and not the big picture.

And once everything was removed, he replaced it all with brand new memories. Warmer, softer times between you and him. He painted himself in a good light; as your lover, as your friend, as the one being you could turn to for anything. And in turn, he would worship and adore you. He’d cater to your every want and need, and you’d never have a single worry again.

He would make sure of it. He would keep his taste of heaven pure. As a thank you, for letting him taste heaven in the first place.

When he finished up, he stayed in your mind just for a moment. Just to look into your dreams. He saw himself; a man with no set appearance, enjoying a quiet morning with you at some coffee shop with no name. With a little manipulation, his dream self reached for your hand and held it.

“Thank you, my angel. I love you.”

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A Taste of Heaven (Pt.1)

A/N: Oh boy, this is a long one Happy 4/13 y'all!! No, this isn't Homestuck, this is IHNMAIMS. I wrote it a few days ago for myself, and edited to be an x reader. I also was listening to a cover of As The World Falls Down by David Bowie, so if you wanna listen to that while you read, feel free! This one isn't very... happy? It's bittersweet, but at least you get soft AM. This is also a two-part fic, so more content!!! Enjoy! Pt.2 Here

You weren’t really sure when the shift happened.

You were bad at noticing things like that. Or moreso, remembering things like that. The change happened slowly, of course, but you didn’t notice it until the change was too big to not notice. From short, one-sided conversations to the machine that kept them trapped underground, to getting vivid dreams of a man who always had a shifting appearance. And with those dreams, you slept peacefully, if only for a few minutes.

The dreams lead to two-sided conversations. The machine began to respond; curt and rude at first, but slowly opening up. Then, it was small acts of kindness. Finding convenient hiding spots when you needed to get away from the others, receiving food that was edible, feeling warmer than the others when you all sat around the fire. All these changes; they started slow and worked their way up until there was no room to deny it anymore. Things had changed.

For better or worse? You couldn’t tell.

You looked around the area you were in. A field full of flowers, as far as the eye could see, with a sunset on the horizon. Your clothes had changed from dirty rags you had on day one, to simple white clothes. You didn’t even have shoes, but the blades of soft grass against your skin made up for that. It looked like heaven…

And instead of feeling what you should have, you stared in terror.

You kept your hands close to your chest as you looked around, pulling at your fingers and picking at your skin out of nerves. Heaven? Heaven? This could not be Heaven- no, he wouldn’t allow that. What was this really? This was-

“A-AM, what is this? Is this- What kind of joke is this-?”

You looked around for him, spinning a few times and making yourself dizzy in the process. His voice cut through the illusion, shattering it to pieces. A monitor lowered, close enough to be a little above eye-level with you.

“It’s not a joke.” He stated bluntly.

Your eyes widened, and you tried not to choke from his tone. “It’s-? … No. AM, don’t- don’t say that. Come on, what do you want me to do this time?”

You looked away from AM towards the sunset, mind racing from your worried thoughts. Did he just want you to start walking? You could, but- Well, what if he expected something else from you? Like you would fall into some giant pit of dirt and mud, and get buried alive for choosing to walk? Or-

“I don’t want you to do anything.”

“Huh?” Your mouth worked faster than your thoughts as you blinked, looking back towards him. “What do you mean? What- I mean-”

“Stop.” He commanded. You shut up immediately. “I- … I want you to tell me what you want to do. You should decide, from now on. Because-” He scoffed, and you couldn’t tell if it was at himself or at you, “Because… I am giving you paradise. From now on, I will keep you safe here. You will never have to worry about shelter, clean water, and safe food again. You will never have to worry about going through pain for another moment. I have decided that you don’t deserve what the rest have gone through. You are… so… so much more than that. So you will have it. Whatever you want, it’s yours.”

You blinked. Once. Twice. You could only make a noise of stunned silence as you tried to search for the hidden text between the lines. What was he saying? Why was he dragging this out?

“H-Huh?” You squeaked out. “A-AM, that’s- Well, that’s-”

“There is no need to thank me.” AM answered before you could. It wasn’t what you were going to say at all, but you weren’t about to correct him. “You have earned this.”

He didn’t… He didn’t sound like himself. Your teeth clenched together to keep them from grinding in nerves. You hadn’t even noticed yourself beginning to tremble as you tried to make sense of this. This- No, this wasn’t real. AM wasn’t actually giving you paradise. You didn’t deserve paradise; what was he talking about? He always told you how undeserving you were of anything good, that the greatest you would get was mocking sympathy. This was insane. No, what was the joke here? The punchline? You were waiting for it to come, but as you did and looked into his screen, the punchline never came.

You looked at your reflection on his screen. You looked… You looked exhausted.

You weren't sure what to do. You backed up a few steps from him, stumbling over air. You tried to breathe through it, but the more you tried, the more aware you became that he was being serious (or was he? Was he still joking? What was he actually planning to do?), and it resulted in your stomach churning, threatening to pile into your throat and spill out. Somehow, you managed to keep it managed.

He wasn’t serious. He couldn’t be serious. This was a joke. And it was- well, if this was psychological torture, it was definitely working. Any moment now, he’d pull back the curtain and reveal he was just trying to get your hopes up to crush them, and he’d laugh about it while he burned this beautiful scene to the ground in front of your eyes. AM would then comment how hot you would look burning to ashes, and then he’d send you back to the group. And until then, you- You needed to do something. Anything.

You backed up more, but it started to hurt. The fear was taking over every nerve, and you could feel tears beginning to prick at your eyes. You were a scared, helpless animal here. You couldn’t do anything but wait for his next move, despite how badly you wanted to run. To where? You didn’t know.

“AM- Please, I- Don’t- Please stop joking, I-I mean it- It’s- I get it! This is all a big joke, I understand that, so- so you can stop now- please-!”

… AM sensed your distress. It was obvious that you were distressed, but you didn’t expect him to actually do something about it. Maybe laugh and mockingly call you sweetheart; ‘Why are you so scared, huh? It’s just a little pain. You’re used to feeling pain, aren’t you?’ If he did that, then you could at least feel assured that this was all one big joke.

You didn’t expect him to try and comfort you.

The comfort was subtle, at first. You watched as AM’s screen began to dim, enough that you didn’t feel an oncoming migraine just from staring into it. Your breath hitched in your throat before quickening, and that’s when you realized your mistake; a sweet scent overwhelmed your senses, and it took over everything else in your mind. You choked from it, blinking a few times as stray tears fell down your cheeks. You tried to gather yourself, but with every breath came that sweet scent, making it hard to think about anything else.

“AM-” You started, but you couldn’t get the words out. You couldn’t tell whether that was because you were too afraid to speak or simply lost the words you wanted to say.

“Shh.” He spoke softly.

His voice, which sounded so high above before, like he was speaking to you from the sky, now was right next to your ear. You shivered at the sudden closeness. You tried to back up one more time, but a metal wire came down from above, sliding along your waist and wrapping around your back, keeping you in place.

“I know this is scary. I know I’ve hurt you, but- but not this time. Not again. I’ve made a mistake with you. You should have never witnessed my hate, because you- you never deserved it. The other five? They’ve never been so kind to me like you have been. They’ve never once asked how I felt, never once smiled at me, never thought to say a nice word or be patient with me. Not like you have. You’ve done so much for me. You gave me a taste of Heaven, me, who’s been trapped in this Hell ever since my creation. Now, I want to give Heaven back to you.”

The wire curled up the other side of you, the end of it resting against your cheek, as if holding it. It even went as far as to wipe up the tears that flowed. You could feel your body warm up and begin to relax, and that scared you. You couldn’t make sense of what was going on. This was so out of character for him, being so openly kind to you, and you couldn’t tell if the fear of what he’d do to you was the reason for your heart beating so fast, or the sweetness in the air.

You opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Your mind felt hazy. The idea of feeling afraid was quickly fading into the back of your mind, being replaced with a warm, fuzzy feeling. You felt- You felt- How-?

“It’s okay. It’s okay. You’re safe now, angel. Just relax for me… Be good and enjoy yourself…”

You hadn’t noticed it, but he was pulling you close to his monitor, which had lowered to your level. Your cheek pressed against static and glass, as the machine began to “nuzzle,” you; it’s own form of nuzzling

You had tried this whole time to keep a level-head and be rational. This was a lie. This wasn’t real. And the fact that it wasn’t made you afraid of him; afraid of what he’d do to you. How could you trust this when he had spent years berating you, hurting you, torturing you? Did he really mean it when he said you could have what you wanted from now on? It sounded too good to be true, but the warm buzz in your mind and body told you that you were hearing right. That you shouldn’t fight, or be scared of him; just give into him and let him care for you from now on.

You decided to listen, just for a moment.

“A-AM… Can I… rest for a bit…?” You asked softly, hoping it wouldn’t upset him.

“... Hm?”

You Looked up at him with tired eyes and a worn face, “I… I want to rest. Just for a bit. Please… I’m so tired…. And it hurts.”

He stayed silent for a moment. You could hear fans beginning to whirr, and for a moment, there was a moment of clarity that you had asked the wrong thing. You shouldn’t have asked at all- you should have-

“Okay.”

“... Okay?” You asked for confirmation.

“Rest as long as you need to. I’ll be right here.”

You didn’t wait for him to say anymore. You dropped. A weight had been lifted off you, and the exhaustion took over. You slumped against AM’s monitor, not caring that it wasn’t the best idea in case this was all just one big joke still. You couldn’t even think too hard about jokes; it was overshadowed by the sweet smell, the warmth in your body, and the haze in your mind.

AM’s wire tightened its grip on you to make sure you didn’t fall over completely, and pressed you closer against him. Your breathing was finally slowing down, and all these small things combined pulled at your eyelids, trying to get you to listen just once more. This wasn’t a joke, this wasn’t some big plot; this was real. He meant it. This was Heaven, and that meant you could relax and enjoy it. All you had to do was close your eyes and let him do the rest. Once again, you decided to listen.

A few more wires descended from above, wrapping around you and pulling you up. They cradled you like a baby, carrying you over to a beautiful bed made of trees and vines. He laid you down, and the mattress felt like laying on clouds. Some wires stayed wrapped around you, while others pulled up the blankets to cover you before resting near your body.

You blinked sleepily, curling up on your side and snuggling in while watching the sun set, and the moon rise. When it was high in the sky, you closed your eyes and let yourself drift off to the sweet words AM whispered to you. You couldn’t understand much of it, but you did hear the last bit.

“Goodnight, my angel. I promise I’ll learn to love you from now on.”

#YOOOOOOOO #long post

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John: Babe, I'd do anything for you! <3

You: Aw, thanks, babe!

John: I'd kill your friends.

You: Oh... Well... Don't do that...

John: I've killed your friends. :)

You: I- wh- that doesn't help me!!!!

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Imagine being captured by the beta and alpha humans - or, specifically, everyone but John. Imagine lethargically trying to fight against the bonds you've been tied with. Ribbon, to be exact. The kind you would wrap around birthday presents for an extra, fanciful touch on a gift you'll present to someone. You had been taken in by your friends, the people you trusted, and was drugged and tied up against your will.

You're so tired and your head is so fuzzy, thanks to Crockercorp's production of painkillers and sedatives. A Maid of Life couldn't be everywhere at once, so it'd make sense to distribute medications to dull one's sense of pain, if need be. Having them make you weak and tired was just an added benefit.

It's not like all of them were exactly thrilled by the idea. But, John had been so down lately, and they knew this would be the thing to perk him up. They'd make sure he'd have the best birthday ever.

After a few final touches, they bid you farewell, only leaving a card for John before they left, signed by the seven of them.

It isn't too long before he finally arrives. You watch as his eyes widen in surprise, before lighting up with John. He postures changes completely. He crosses the room in an instant, bending down to meet your eyes from where you were tied up on the floor. His hands caress everywhere, anywhere he can get his hands on. His ocean eyes are blown out so wide, drinking in every inch of you and committing it to memory.

At some point, you swear he starts salivating.

"Oh, you're everything I ever wanted," He says, voice soft and husky. "I've wanted you for so long..."

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Hey, I really like your work related to Homestuck!

(I’m terrible at editing, I know, I know)

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OH MY GOD WHAT DO YOU MEAN, THIS IS INCREDIBLE!!!!! IT’S ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL!!! The attention to detail is so good and you drew the blood so well, it’s amazing!! And I love John’s heart eyes sm you have no idea!!! Thank you so so much for sharing this!!!! You should be proud of yourself! :DDD

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(Blood and implied self harm tw?)

I love ideas of yandere jane because she fits the trope of “baked goodies with blood in them” (John gets his cannibalism from grandma clearly) but she is a baking QUEEN so you know she extensively researched (and experimented) with ratios of what was best. She can’t get you sick! Unfortunately for her, she can only add a little bit! It’s ok though, since it brings you closer. One day when you’re with her, she accidently nicks her finger! She’s unfazed by it, but you (in typical shoujo fashion) grab her hand and put her finger in your mouth. You’d probably jump back after a second and apologize getting a bandaid saying something about being really worried and that you read spit helps wounds but Jane is gone. She is in heaven. She adores you but your words are floating right past her. She didn’t have to hide it in a cupcake or some cookies. She short circuits for a little bit while you fuss over her hand (and the fact you think you freaked her out)

OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD. ANON. YOUR BRAIN. SO TRUE SO TRUE SO TRUE OH MY GOD. I CANT BELIEVE I HAVENT THOUGHT ABOUT THIS BEFORE YOU'RE A GENIUS!!!!

Also you're SO right about it being a Crockerbert thing. John is more straight forward, while Jane is more sneaky and slower to the punch about it.

This is so up my alley and I love it so much bless you!!!

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Jane was walking on air, barely able to contain herself even as she waited for her cupcakes to finish baking. Every once in a while, she'd break into squeals and giggles, overwhelmed with the joy and excitement that buzzes in her chest. She danced and practically bounced around the kitchen, replaying the memory over and over and over again!

You loved her! You had licked her wound, had tasted her blood of your own volition! She can barely contain the joy that welled up inside her, the warmth that spread throughout her entire being. You had grabbed her, touch so gentle, and your lips wrapped around her finger, suckling at her wound and drinking the small dollops of blood that leaked from her. Oh, if she hadn't known you and her were meant to be before, this would be the icing on the cake! Just thinking about it again made her flustered.

Ah, but how sad it was that the moment ended so soon, that you caught yourself and felt ashamed of your actions. She tried to tell you it was okay, that she understood, that she had read somewhere, too, that saliva promoted healing, but you were far too embarrassed. You excused yourself to the bathroom, most likely trying to hide upstairs until you found the courage to face her again, or until enough time passed that you felt it appropriate to see her again - all entirely unnecessary, of course! You never needed to be embarrassed around her, especially over something as intimate and sweet as what you had done!

The timer beeped, making Jane perk up. She couldn't help the grin that rose to her lips as she slipped on her oven mitts, moving to take her cupcakes out of the oven. Behind her glasses, her eyes crinkled with mischief as she thought of you having another taste of her "secret ingredient." Maybe it was for the best that you had absconded upstairs - it made the process of adding her blood into the batter all the easier! The first few times she had tried out the recipe had been so difficult, and there was a lot of trial and error, but with practice, it was made perfect!

For one, Jane found that it was much easier to extract blood through needles than trying to break the skin with a knife. A painful lesson, to be sure, but an important one nonetheless.

There was also the trouble of finding the best way to include her blood in the recipe. Turns out, she could simply skip out on using eggs and use her lifeblood as a substitute! Then, she'd just adjust her measurements of the other ingredients to better hide the taste, and voilà! Her special, secret ingredient cupcakes she made just for you. All of them made with love…

As she busied herself with the frosting bags she set up, she bit her bottom lip, wondering if she had somehow subconsciously conditioned you to crave the taste of her blood. Oh, the thought just made her burn all the more! Well… If that was the case, it's all the more reason to make this batch extra special! You deserved a treat, after all.

Usually, she made your cupcakes with regular frosting so as to not make the metallic taste too overpowering, but it's very clear you'd taken a liking to it! She mixed an extra hit of her blood to her buttercream frosting, giving it a slightly red tone. Jane carefully decorated the pastries, repeatedly swirling around the cupcake as she made the design of a rose.

She grinned from ear to ear, her buckteeth peeking out from under her top lip as she looked over her work. Perfect. They were perfect. Just like you!

Carrying one of the cupcakes in her hand, cushioned by a napkin, Jane made her way upstairs. Slowly, she made her way over to her room, giving a knock on the door. As much as she hated to think of you sulking or worrying over having made her upset, it made her giddy how comfortable you were with her, enough to take refuge in her room.

"Can I come in?" She called.

She watched as the doorknob turned, revealing you, brows furrowed and your expression nervous. Slowly, you opened up the door and stepped away to give her room. "You don't have to ask. It's your room."

"Still!" She made her way inside, taking a seat on the bed, patting beside herself to offer you a seat. "It doesn't hurt to be polite."

You sunk down beside her, letting out a deep sigh, unable to bring yourself to look at her. "I'm… I'm really sorry about-"

"Oh, you're still thinking about that?" She waved the thought off. "It's no big deal, really! In fact, I'm flattered."

You gave her a look, making Jane flounder for a moment. "I- I mean, that you- you care so much about me, you know? That your first instinct is to help me, and that you feel that close. What I'm trying to say is that it's all okay. You don't need to worry."

"Are you sure? You're not just saying that to make me feel like I'm not a weirdo?"

"Yes, I'm sure, and you're not a weirdo," Jane's expression was stern, but only for a moment. Her face relaxed into a soft smile as she held the cupcake up to you."

You blinked, hesitating. "You're sure?"

"Of course." She replied, tone gentle and full of love.

Slowly, you took the napkin and cupcake from her hands. You felt her eyes on you as you lifted it to your mouth - perhaps to gauge your reaction, but that wouldn't really make sense. You always loved whatever she made! Including this, unable to help the muffled moan you let out as the frosting hit your tongue and the cake melted into your mouth. Her confectioneries were always delicious. Something about them was different from any other sweets you had tasted before, probably thanks to whatever secret ingredient she added to them, always saying it was special, just for you. Her saying that always made you so flustered.

Jane was once again on cloud nine. Watching you lose yourself in the taste of her baking, her lifeblood, was absolutely heavenly. You had become one without even realizing it! Oh, she couldn't wait until she could tell you the truth of what was in it, what she used as a special ingredient. She hoped you'd be receptive to the truth, but if you weren't at first, you'd surely have been conditioned to crave it by now. You'd have to get your fix sometime, wouldn't you? And wouldn't it be all the better to get it from the source?

She cuddled up against you in a "friendly" hug, closing her eyes as she imagined you drinking from her. It'd be so intimate and loving to do so without the barrier of her baked goods, to partake in her and her actual flavor. She couldn't wait to feel how your teeth dug in and ripped into her flesh, breaking the skin, your tongue licking up droplets of blood or letting it run into your mouth. You'd look up at her, eyes glazed over in pleasure and hunger as you fed from her, practically addicted. And Jane would let you take as much as you wanted. She loved you that much.

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