[[Hey guys! Finally got around to participating in this fandom again. This is a fill for kinkmeme number 550. Hope you all enjoy it and DFTBA!
Triggers: Mentions of suicide, depression. Nothing explicit.]]
The username blinks back at Jonathan in the darkened room, the light of it dancing off piles of clothes and the guitar resting on his bed, superhero and band posters on his wall. Sock Sowachowski. Part of him scoffs at the idiocy of putting their actual name on the internet, but it’s late, and he should be doing his homework, so he clicks on the name and types out a three letter message.
Sock is actually pretty good at his job; he's just getting close to Jon, waiting for the right time to backstab him. I do not know if Jon would punch his ticket, but the backstabbing leaves a big impact.
“Joooon,” Came the ever annoying boy above him, followed by a poke on his nose.
“What did you just call me?” Jonathan grunted, turning onto his back and looking up at the smirking demon.
“Jon, that’s your name, isn’t it?” Sock gleamed happily, floating closer to the newly awakened blonde.
“It’s Jonathan,” He corrected, running his hands over bleary eyes and blinking gloomily, turning to look at the clock. He realized it was well before six AM, meaning it was well before he actually had to get up for the day, “And why am I awake?"
Sock waved him off, sitting back into an upright position but still hovering above the covers, “Thought we’d get an early start on the day-“
"You were bored,” Jonathan cut him off, knowing the demon well.
“Minor detail, anyway, I’ve come up with a new nickname for you,” He breezed over Jonathan’s comment, nodding his head in excitement. Jonathan gave him a weary look, but still nodded his head as he sat up in bed, motioning for him to continue.
“It was about three in the morning, and I was thinking of you, as always~” Sock flashed him heart eyes, making Jonathan snort before continuing, “And realized; You don’t have a nickname, which is a true travesty, so I’ve taken liberty and shortened yours, coming up with Jon.” Sock finished, pleased with his own creativity.
“No,” Jonathan deadpanned.
“But- but Jonathan! Give it a chance!” He whined, upset by the others abruptness.
Jonathan shook his head and swung his legs over the edge of the bed, stretching and deciding he was done with this topic. He padded into his bathroom, starting with his morning routine.
Sock’s eyes were still staring intently at the pillow, squinting slightly before deciding: He was going to tease Jonathan all he wanted, he was a demon, after all. Shaking his head in conformation he uncrossed his legs, going to find Jonathan in the joint bathroom.
“So Jon, I was thinking we should-” He started, already floating through the bathroom door.
“Sock, I swear to god- just, shut up about the stupid nickname,” Jonathan was glaring intensely at the other, toothbrush halfway in his mouth, “Literally call me anything else, I don’t care.” He finished, turning back to his sink.
Sock crossed his arm in annoyance, nodding with a swift movement of his head before setting his eyes on Jonathan, looking at him through the mirror.
“Thank you,” Jonathan gave off a content shake of the head, retreating when he saw a smirk already on Sock’s face;
Sue me for shitty art, but it’s the best I got at the moment and my friends are threatening to run me through with a poker to join Sock in hell if I don’t do this
And well
I have a fear of alphabetizing
Sock finds out that he himself was briefly haunted by a demon before he died. Turns out that Sock didn't "sleep" murder his parents so much as "mid-demon possession" murder his parents. Bonus points if Sock gets into a rivalry with the demon because they're so much faster/more effective at getting people to kill themselves.
