#anyways the thought came to me in a dream and I had to scribble it out before bed

[noodles-and-tea]

So…. I had a thought….

[hypewinter]

This is a Danny POV tidbit from this right here. I didn't put it with the rest because I felt it might be a little jarring to suddenly switch to it. Plus it got way longer than anticipated.

Also tw warning for possible body horror and vivisection.

Anyway here we go!

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Danny's life was finally looking up. His rogues had calmed down with their attacks (They were now more like sparring matches than anything) and he was finally getting sleep which of course meant he was doing better in school. But the best part was his parents had accepted him!

It had taken him a lot of courage to talk to them. So many different scenarios had ran through his mind and his knew it was risky without any backup. He was just so tired though. Tired of hiding his secret, tired of dismantling their weapons behind their backs, tired of running from them, his own parents. So he had made the decision to tell them.

It was a little... rocky at first sure. His dad wouldn't stop spontaneously hugging him for a week and it didn't take an expert to know his mom still had her reservations. But his dad had assured him she was coming around and Danny trusted his dad.

That's why when Maddie came into his room one evening, with Jack out doing something, asking for help with something in the basement, he hadn't suspected anything. This was just her trying to bond after everything that went down right? That's what Danny told himself to ease the growing pit in his stomach.

As he reached the bottom of the stairs and painful electricity coursed through his body, Danny cursed himself for not listening to his instincts, the very things that had allowed him to survive for so long. Then everything went black.

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When Danny came to, he was strapped to a table. The lights overhead blinded him and made his growing headache much worse. Then he heard shuffling as someone got closer.

Danny craned his neck to see who it was, the guys in white perhaps? No, it was much worse.

"Mom?"

"Don't call me that ghost!" She snarled, "You may have somehow fooled my husband but you won't trick me." As she said this, she fixed her gloves and pulled a little table towards her.

Danny couldn't see what was on the table, but he didn't have to.

"Mom." He whimpered, "mom it's me, it's Danny. I swear it's me please."

But his words fell on deaf ears. Maddie plucked a scalpel off the table. "Once I expose you for the imposter you are, we'll be able to get back to our work."

"No. No no no no no no NO!" Danny jerked against his restraints. Tried everything, anything to get free. But it was no use. He couldn't transform, couldn't even go intangible. All he could do was look in horror as the scalpel descended towards his chest.

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He could vaguely hear his mother scribbling things down on a clipboard as she cut out his organs one by one. She also seemed to be muttering something. To herself or to a recording device Danny wasn't sure. All he could feel was pain.

He desperately wanted it to stop but he had long since exhausted his strength. Too weak to do anything about his predicament, Danny's mind instead tried to search for comfort inward.

In his mind, big strong arms surrounded him, protecting him from danger. His dad. He wanted his dad. He wanted Jack Fenton to wrap him in his arms and tell him everything was going to be alright.

He wanted to go back to a time where he would have believed that.

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Danny's first memory was of voices. Well he thinks that's his first memory. He gets a feel that there was a memory before that. One of...pain? But it was so distant and blurry, Danny decided that was a dream.

Danny was snapped out of his thoughts by the voices getting closer. One was loud and frantic. He didn't like that voice. The other was... tired maybe even sad or angry. Regardless it was much softer than the first voice.

The voices got closer and closer until Danny felt himself being picked up and embraced. He liked the embrace. It was warm and comforting. Somehow Danny knew, now that he was in these arms, he was safe. And so, he fell asleep, content to be enveloped in these warm, safe arms.

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There was a noise that startled Danny awake. He blinked at the white door in front of him. Strange, the last thing he remembered was a dark room. A scary room. The door opened to reveal a man. The man was weird with long hair pulled back into a ponytail. The weird man had a funny look on his face , as if he didn't want to see Danny or the Safe Arms. Then that man's face changed as Safe Arms spoke. He looked like he couldn't settle on which emotion to show was trying to show all of them. Danny concluded the weird man was in fact a funny man.

The man let them instead and the two began talking. Danny tried to stay awake but what they were talking about was sooooo boring and Safe Arm's hold was sooooo warm. In the end, Danny drifted off once again.

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They were moving, Danny knew that much. He also knew there was some sort of restraint keeping his still. Danny didn't like that. He wasn't sure why, he just didn't. So he tugged and fussed at it.

Next thing he knew, hands reached down and unclasped his restraints. Then the big strong hands pulled him up.

"Don't worry Danno." The voice said, "You're dad's got you and I'll protect you."

Dad. That's right, this was his dad. Danny cooed as he snuggled into his chest.

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Danny liked being with his dad but he wasn't sure he liked being in this city. It was stinky and the people were all weird. Then again it had a lot of ectoplasm and Danny loved ectoplasm. Plus he was able to play fun games with his dad here so maybe it wasn't all bad.

If only the weird people in costumes would stop staring at him through the window.

Next POV!

Edit: A paragraph was out of place. No idea how that happened.

[alexlwrites]

From my notes app: we can't be friends

This is heavily inspired by Ariana Grande's new music video so please go watch it. Anyway happy birthday yoongles sometimes i wish i could forget you so i could stop comparing normal men to you. All the love, my dude.

On the corner of a surgery room, a few doctors studied your box of belongings: a guitar pick, a half-empty bottle of perfume, scraps of paper and a white t-shirt. They lined up years and years of memory and scanned each of them, the room fading in front of you as each object went under the red light.

It didn’t take long for the first memory to appear, bright and shiny as the day you lived it: White cotton sheets covering your body, his beating heart all you could hear as you rested your head on his chest, long flushed fingers intertwined with yours. The whole world was encapsulated in that room and nothing else mattered as you and Yoongi breathed each other in a moment of quiet suspension, avoiding even blinking as to not miss a single moment of peace, mapping the shapes and planes of his face and swearing to never forget it.

Ultimately, that was the problem.

Lights flicked and suddenly you were in his studio as he bashfully showed you some unfinished tracked, callused fingers picking at his guitar strings as you held your breath until the melody finished. You clapped enthusiastically, stealing an embarrassed smile from your boyfriend. Even now, that song haunted you in dreams and followed you around your apartment. Every so often you’d catch yourself humming it and crumble to the ground as your weaponized amygdala worked against you, notes turning into a silent cry of pain.

The doctors moved into the scraps of paper, straightening them out. The surgery room faded once more as you were transported into another memory, brief recollections of all the moments he left behind notes with scribbled thoughts he could never say out loud, didn’t know how to, but still wanted you to know: how much he loved you, dimension and intensity, and how he carried your memory into every song he wrote and performed. Those papers carried the only evidence of all the music he made for you and for you only. The world could listen to them all, but never claim it.

“Please” you sobbed, shaking as the doctors rushed to restrain you “please let me keep that one. Just that one. He made it for me, I can’t forget it, please, please.”

But as you begged to keep that one moment in your heart, the machine moved on, projecting the one thing that drove you into this office and got you signing those documents. The reason why you need surgery and he didn’t - after all, he had no problem forgetting you.

“Maybe we can still be friends” he had said, as if that was all you were before. As if everything you lived together could be erased to the point where you could sit by each other and feel no urge to hold his hand. As if your existence in his life could be reduced to something else, washed out. As if one day he could wake up and be clean of you. 

He could, you came to find out. The problem was you couldn’t.

“Please” you begged, but by then you didn’t even know what you were begging for. That was just all you knew how to do these past months - begging him to stay, then begging for the radio to stop playing him, begging the TV to stop showing him, begging every corner of your life to stop being so thoroughly stained by his presence in it. 

Begging to forget. Begging to remember. Begging to forget again when your heart shatters and pierces you from the inside out. You couldn’t handle it anymore, being the sole vessel of all these memories, carrier of a whole universe of moments only you seemed to care about. You couldn’t take it anymore, so please, please…

The lights flicker. One of the doctors hands you a guitar pick but you don’t play, so you’re not sure what they want you to do with that. Then he gives you a little pile of scribbled paper, but the words don’t make much sense to you. You crumble them and shove them in your back pocket, where they will be destroyed by the machine once you do your laundry.

In the hospital reception, there’s an idol on the TV. He plays a song about his first love and you listen to it for a couple seconds before leaving. Every so often, you catch yourself humming the melody and smiling.

[slippinninque]

✨🦋You (Learned To) Like Pretty Things, Too🦋✨

a/n: thank you for all the love and encouragement that you all give! I'm grateful for every pair of eyes that land on my scribbling! I love me some soft!Fontaine and I hope to do more of these! tell me what you think!

warnings: MINORS DNI, 18+, cursing, long-fic, sensual/erotic moments, clothing kink, weed/smoking,

Fontaine pulled up outside of your work, leaning up against his car and looking like an absolute dream after such a tedious week. You met him with a sweet kiss, smiling against his lips when he hummed.

"Now why you tryin' to get me in trouble with Ms. Glenda?" Fontaine pinched your chin when you pulled away. He took your hands into his, rubbing his thumbs over your knuckles.

Your face felt hot. You sorta forgot that you were still in the middle of your work's parking lot, but who would really care anyway?

The entire week you worked your ass off and cleaned up the messes of other overworked employees. You deserved a public smooch at least.

You took a peek over your shoulder.

Sure enough, there was Ms. Glenda slow-moseying to her car as she looked over her shoulder at the both of you.

That old woman was the gossip. Anything that she hears, everyone will have heard by the next business day.

" 'Night, ma'am!" you called, giving a wave and not waiting to see Ms. Glenda's response. Fontaine snickered at your wide-eyed expression of embarrassment, opening the passenger door for your escape.

"Good night, ma'am." Fontaine called as he rounded to the driver's side. You couldn't hear what Ms. Glenda said, but it made him shake his head with a little grin.

'Messy ol' granny...'

Once inside the Pontiac, you felt the greys of the day melt onto the road.

Fontaine's fingers tapped a rhythm on your thigh and he cruised right onto the highway.

At your questioning look, he just shrugged a bit, "Missed you, wanna ride around for a bit witchu."

You smiled and snuggled into the passenger seat, "Well, that's fine then! "

He patted your thigh and asked you to put on some music. While slipping through stations, you told him about your day. The emails you send and the calls you had to suffer. Off went your wedges and you took the tie from you hair, scratching your fingers into your thick roots.

Eventually your conversation lulled with the both of you enjoying the ride. Fontaine's ass would mess around and drive out of state if you didn't have to clock in the next morning.

The thought left you feeling dreamy. You and Fontaine trade in your cars for a little RV and you both roam the states. You yearned to see Fontaine beneath the the open sky, you wanted to kiss him and taste salt water on his lips. There was something about him that gave you the impression that he'd love camping.

'Soon,' you promised yourself, feeling around for a moment before Fontaine's hand found yours.

"Fontaine!"

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"Why you sayin' my name like that? I ain't even touchin'you like I wanna..."

Fontaine's tone was teasing and his golds flashed with a smile that ignited the butterflies in your stomach.

Your mouth dropped open when Fontaine made one final right. Then you were parked in a tucked away space, facing familiar frosted windows.

A bougie boutique that you were brave enough to peruse only online. They had the best quality stuff when it comes to luxury and it wasn't that far away from where you worked. How Fontaine found out, you'd never know.

"How'd you know about this place, 'Taine?"

"What, shit's exclusive or something?"

"No. At least...um, can they do that?"

"It ain't--I checked for memberships an' all that shit."

Of course Fontaine checked, because he's Fontaine. If the boutique did have a membership, not only would you be enrolled but he'd probably be extra about any available perks as well.

You couldn't explain the sudden feeling of shyness that came over you.

As if could see them fluttering into your chest, Fontaine reached out and tipped your chin towards him.

"Now, lemme say that you be wearin' them slacks lately, sexy as hell."

"You think my slacks are sexy?"

"Sexy as hell," Fontaine patiently assured, "I wanna see somethin' else though. You've been working hard and what you be sayin' to me? You deserve nice things."

His imitation of you made you grin but you couldn't stop the sass.

"Hm, a lot of people say that y'know."

Fontaine hummed and brought his face closer, now squishing your cheeks to kiss your pursed lips. He moved back just enough to ask,

"Remember our deal?"

"Ye', I r'member ouhr deah."

"Good. Imma give you a stack an' your going spend it on what you want. You gonna bring me change?"

"...No..."

That got you another kiss before he released you to smile-pout to yourself.

"That's what I wanna hear. Now let's get go fo' I take your pretty lil' self to the back seat."

"Yes, Big Daddy 'Taine."

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You opened the front door when you heard Fontaine pull up, staying behind the wood for a few final moments as he swept in like a rain cloud.

"So, you gonna tell me why you've been duckin' me all day--

His grumbling snapped off into a grunt at the sight of you. Grinning while you locked up, you couldn't help but to think 'success!' as his silence stretched on.

Fontaine could only stare, expression both stunned and delighted. Eyes running from your hair to your heels, taking a half step back to take in more of you.

He ran his hand down his face and the motion made your mutinous brain blurt a thought about him not being into it. Was it too much? Too dramatic?

"Jesus Christ of Nazareth."

Covering your face as you lost battle with your composure, you went a little pass him to strike the pose you've been practicing for hours.

"Just call me 'pretty', that'll do just fine."

He whistled lowly, swiftly getting back in your space. He pulled you into his arms, twisting you both and looking down at your swishing hem. You couldn't help but to ask if he liked it.

"Don't ask me questions like that when your lil' ass was holding out. How the hell did you hide this from me anyway?"

"If you must know, a lady can get a lot of mischief done in 20 minutes when left on her own," You batted your eyes at him coyly, "That move you had to shoot while we were at the boutique gave me more than enough time."

For all appearances, you appeared to be a professional burlesque dancer. Your hair bounced as a result of a bomb perm rod set and you wore his favorite perfume.

The panty set you wore were only gleaming, clear quartz beads strung daintily together, acting more like decorations. The matching bra gave you the perfect push n' plump. That wasn't all, though.

You found a radiant corset, the butterscotch color adoring your brown skin when you had it on. Handsewn with champagne and clear crystals, some close into the fabric while others trickled down on silk strings. It bracketed your cinched form prettily and it reminded you of twinkling stars.

Honestly, the corset was for Fontaine and the robe was for you. The color was the same of the corset and the completed look cast you into a glow. Soft, extremely sheer material that was lined with plush faux fur at the sleeves and hem. Whenever you walked, it felt as if you were being followed by clouds.

You decided to wear it beneath the corset to an attendant's suggestion. It sealed the deal and even you couldn't help but flaunt to yourself in the mirror as you finished getting ready

He groaned appreciatively as he ran a few knuckles along the curves of the corset, going down onto a knee to peer closer at the beading and crystals. He lifted he hem of your robe, making an appreciative noise at the of the texture. The sight was enough to take your breath away.

"I have go back and tip those ladies again." you made a note to yourself.

"This is some good shit, pretty girl." he rubbed at your cinched waist and chewed his lip at the sight asking,

"Ain't think you'd do me like this. You good, though? Are you comfortable--these shits can get tight."

Already expecting the question, you nodded as sincerely as you could, "Those women there are the experts. Took really good care of me. One of them said this is something like training wheels to what she normally wears--it's more comfortable than I thought."

"Good. This a bad mu'fucka, goddamn." Fontaine stared up at you with hungry eyes, "Matter of fact, c'mere sweet thing..."

He stood and herded you to the couch and sat you down, then sitting flush at your side to press a kiss to your lips. Every other kiss would come with a grunt or a mutter to himself about how pleased he was that you were all for him.

The last of your anxiety slipped away. Fontaine's hands-on rumination lulled you into that buzzy space where you wanted nothing but pull him on top of you.

Then he had to be disruptive, suddenly standing as if he got popped with hot-comb.

""Hold on, lemme wash my hands--better yet, lemme go shower real quick."

You turned away from him, dramatically rearranging your furred hem, "Oh, so you're just going to leave me here like this?"

Honestly, you were expecting some bodice ripping. Maybe him bending you over and knocking a few beads off of you. You pouted up at him, hard.

Fontaine's leaned down enough to press a kiss to your nose, pulling back enough so you can see his eyes drink in your form up close.

"I ain't touching my sweetie with dirty hands and when I come back, I'm takin' my time." he pinned you with a fervent look when your eyes finally met.

"So, have all that you want done by the time I'm back on this couch. Understood?"

Your answer was fluttering your robe around yourself, curling a leg up onto the couch and draping your arms along the back of it.

Fontaine's grin was smooth as he clasping his hands before him, you saw him considering to stay for a moment before he turned away. A moment later, there was the sound of something clattering into the tub and the shower turning on.

You laughed up at the ceiling and couldn't help kicking out your legs giddily. All your jitters gone now and replaced with anticipation, you got to your feet to get one more thing.

......

It felt like ages before Fontaine returned, but when he did you sat up straight.

You smiled at the way he stopped to take you in again, unfairly handsome in his black tank and grey sweats.

Feeling foxy, you crooked your finger at him to come closer and his answering laugh held promise at it's center. When he was close enough, you lifted a leg to show him your pointed heel.

Fontaine's gaze kept yours while he took hold of your ankle. He took another half step closer, the heel of your pointed-toe pump pressing into his sternum.

"You found 'em " he breathed, running his fingers along where the soft, crème suede meet your skin. He felt the point of the shoe, down the arch, and along the heel before placing it back onto his chest.

"Mhm! The pointy-shits! I had to make my own pompom, but I think it's cute. What do you think?"

Fontaine didn't say anything at first. He pulled your leg across his lap when he sat down next to you. Fontaine ran his free hand down from your ankle to where jewel met softness, making your breath stutter.

"I ain't doin' much thinking. Just wanna to feel you."

You shivered in anticipation. You kept your leg straight as it was lifted to meet Fontaine's face. One of his hands was busy kneading your thigh as he closely inspected the mesh before rubbing his cheek against it.

"Fontaine..." You couldn't help the girlish giggle. He gave a roguish grin before hiking your leg higher, making you squeak. The robe spilled around your semi-split and Fontaine gave a lewd whistle as he stared between your legs.

"Do you like the color? I know how you feel about purple and all, but gold has been growing on me lately."

"Gold is all you ever are, baby."

"Oh my--stop it, you!" You shook him off and primly scooted to lounge on the opposite end of the couch.

Fontaine was set to prowl after you when you held up a finger to him. You pulled out a blunt and lighter from your cleavage and presented them to him, wriggling your brows.

Fontaine's head reeled back before he chuckled. He came close enough to take it, and you plucked another one out as you stretched your legs back over his lap.

He shook his head and flicked the lighter, both of you sharing a flame. You leaned back into the arm of the couch and sent your smoke into the air.

You both sat there, smoking and enjoying the sight of each other. Despite you being the one wearing all the fluff and fancy, Fontaine had those arms out and the scent of his soap wafted enticingly every time he ashed his blunt.

His expression was soft, those jewel-dark eyes roaming all over you when he finally spoke,

"Thank you...for doin' this."

"Thank you? Why would you thank me?"

"I know I can be a bit...assertive at times. I ain't want you to think I wanna control you, y'know wha' I'm sayin?"

You only nodded your head, looking at where the smoke curled away from the tip of his blunt.

"I like being seen by you. You showed me things I didn't--I convinced myself not to want and now...I want them. I only want them from you."

The words drifted in silence as Fontaine's eyes finally still on yours, prompting you to continue.

"I wanna know you want, 'Taine. How can I give it to you?"

"Lookin' like what you are. Valuable. Precious. My perfect lil' Venus. Anythin' I could want--you already gave. Just tryin' to catch up."

"You already did, pretty." Fontaine ran a finger from your knee to the tip of your heel, reverently.

Your eyes misted as you as you lost your words. Speechless, you only wanted one thing in the moment.

Fontaine saw the change in you, putting out his blunt the same time as you in time to welcome you back into his embrace. You pushed a little more until you stretched over him in a sprawl.

Words couldn't express how you felt, the feeling bouncing in your heart. Love didn't seem like it was enough. All you could do was kiss him and hoped that he understood.

He enveloped you at once with restless hands. You chimed beneath his touch as he felt every crystal and bead, leaving them to swing against each other as he moved on.

Fontaine kissed you slowly, savoring every sound you made. Teasing you for more, pulling away enough to make you lean after him. You wanted to feel more of him, running your hands beneath his tank to the warm skin beneath.

When you felt his hands go to the back of your corset, you wriggled in protest until Fontaine pulled back with a pout that had you laughing.

"Don't make that face, I almost forgot--I got something for you, too"

Fontaine released you pretty easily at that, but you didn't have to go far. You reached beneath the couch to pull out a small box. Still sitting on his lap, you flicked off the lid to show him what was inside.

Brow raised, Fontaine reached out to remove the polaroid camera from it's casing. You bit your lip, feeling where he was hard beneath you.

"So, I was thinking, we could start a little...album together." You whispered, resuming your sprawl across his chest after tossing the box aside, "Of all the things I wear for you. Maybe this is more of a gift for the both of us but wouldn't it be fun?"

After all, you hadn't even touched the other things you've brought from the boutique. All of your focus was on pulling a fast one on Fontaine. He shifted, briefly pressing against you as he sat up further against the arm of the couch.

Much to your delight, you can tell Fontaine was flustered. He was fiddling with the camera, his smile surprisingly meek as he finally spoke,

"Can I take one for my wallet?"

"Anything for you, Big Daddy 'Taine."

Fontaine's smile appeared in full force and it felt so good to see that you sighed, melting against him and meeting in the middle for a other kiss.

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[cacoetheswriting]

pearl: october 1980

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader word count: 2.2k summary: eddie has a conversation with the girl of his dreams.

content warnings: best friends to lovers, part of a slow burn, a lil mutual pining, adult language, use of pet names, oblivious idiots, self-doubt / insecurities - if i missed anything, pls let me know!

pearl masterlist <- part of this lil series, but can definitely be read as a standalone.

When it came to starting a conversation with people, Eddie sure as hell was not the confident type.

Middle School didn’t allow for a lot of practice, especially since as a person with interests that differed from the norm, he was shunned quite early on into a category he couldn’t, and often still can’t get out of no matter how hard he tries: freak.

People weren’t lining up to spend time with him even in a platonic capacity, and they sure as hell didn’t want to get to know him in a romantic way.

But with time, Eddie learned to be okay with that.

Especially since, as it turns out, most girls in Hawkins had some sort of ‘bad boy’ fantasy they liked to keep a dirty little secret and he was happy to oblige.

Plus it’s not like he badly needed anyone to actually call his own. High School was apparently a time of self-discovery and what he discovered in the last month was that honestly, he really didn’t mind being the almost invisible freak.

That all changed when you came around.

Your entrance into his life was rather unexpected and Eddie quickly realised that he needed to up his game. Yeah, perhaps he still wanted to be left alone, but that thought took a back burner whenever you laughed.

Honey, the sound of your laughter. Every time he heard it, his heart would skip a beat and his palms would start to feel clammy, sweaty, as he gravitated towards the sound instantly. As he gravitated towards you.

Unfortunately for Eddie, so did everyone else in this godforsaken town. 

Who could blame them? Your arrival right at the start of the school year was perhaps the most exciting thing to happen in Hawkins since that maniac Creel murdered his entire family in the late 50s.

You had quickly become the new it girl and in the blink of an eye, you two were running in different circles. Your reality had become so far removed from his own, any hopes or dreams he had of getting to know you on a deeper level had become just that: dreams.

God knows he still thought about you often.

“Care to share with the rest of the group, Mr. Saltzman?” the teacher calls out, causing all heads to turn simultaneously in the general direction of the distraction. 

This includes Eddie's and he's glancing up from the scribbles in his notepad to focus instead on a few rows ahead where you, the girl everyone wanted to be friends with, sat.

The boy sitting next to you shifts uncomfortably in his seat, shaking his head. 

“We were just discussing the history of Halloween,” you chime sweetly. The teacher doesn’t seem to believe you for a second, but with such a likeable personality like yours, there’s not much else to say.

“Blake here doesn't believe Halloween dates back to the Celts, and the ancient festival of Samhain,” you continue with the quite convincing lie and Eddie's surprised you know these obscure facts, “He thinks I’m bluffing when I say the day marked the end of summer for the Celts, who believed on the night of October 31st the boundary between the worlds of the living and the dead became blurred, thus what we now know and celebrate as Halloween.”

Your confidence certainly is admirable, although why you choose to protect the douche you called a ‘friend’ was beyond the young metalhead.

“I guess the conversation probably could have waited till after class so, won’t happen again. We’re sorry,” you add with a soft smile.

When the teacher returns to the blackboard, resuming the lesson no one was really paying attention to anyway, Eddie observes as you mumble something to Blake before turning your head ever so slightly in his direction. 

The air hitches in his throat as he awaits the standard "What are you looking at, freak.", but it never comes.

Instead, you smile at him and Eddie can feel his face turn a gleaming shade of red — pathetic. He quickly ducks his head down, but can still feel your eyes on him. It takes everything he has to stop himself from looking up again, afraid of somehow making a fool of himself.

Luckily, he manages to keep distracted till the bell rings, but he's not completely in the clear 'cause as everyone disperses in a hurry, you approach him.

“What you doodlin’?”

When he doesn't immediately answer, or meet your gaze for that matter, your hand appears in his field of vision. Your moves are hesitant at first, but since Eddie doesn't protest, you twirl the notebook around on the desk.

“Well shit, Eddie. These are really fucking cool.”

He snaps his head up, possibly a little too quickly, a little too eagerly, but he couldn’t help the act of surprise 'cause he didn’t realise…

“You know my name?”

Your pretty eyes latch onto his momentarily and a smile circles your lips. “Of course I do. As the new kid in town, I had to make it my business to know who’s who since y’all ogled me and my family from day one as if we were from outer space.”

He let out a semi-nervous chuckle as you pause, glancing back down at the notebook. 

“Plus, you’re pretty much the only person in this entire school who’s got a good taste in music,” you state casually, as if it’s no big deal. And to you it’s not. Though for Eddie, your admission causes his heart to flutter inside his chest since no one's ever admitted out loud to liking the same shit as him.

“Anyway, are you going to this Halloween party tonight? I’m thinking of dressing up as Janis Joplin and I could really use someone to be Peter Albin…”

“I’d love to!”

You giggle at his excitement and Eddie's thanking some lucky stars that his rather abrupt reaction doesn’t scare you off.

“I-I mean, I love Peter Albin. Janis too. Dressing up as them with you would be cool," he rambles.

“Cool,” you say and flick through some pages of his notebook and bend over slightly to scribble something down. “This is my address. Come by around six if you wanna make it for dinner, my mom’s making lasagna. Also, if you wanna stay over after the party, we have a spare room so bring a change of clothes or somethin’.”

Stay over at your house... Eddie swallows and does his best not to show how his insides are literally shaking at the thought of: a) going to a party with you, and b) this casual invite to what one could only call a sleepover.

The bell rings, signalling it’s time for next period.

A small part of the metalhead is angry since it means the two of you have to part ways, at least for now, but as he stands to gather his things, to his pleasant surprise, you wait. 

A certain envious feeling spreads through Eddie because he was never good at making friends, yet it seemed to come so naturally to you. Then something crosses his mind. What if this is some elaborate joke? After all, you are friends with some of the worst people this school has to offer, however, he does his best to shake the thought away for now and follows you out into the crowded hallway.

“So, are you a big Joplin fan?” Eddie asks, his best attempt to continue the conversation.

“Pearl is my favourite album,” you reply, “I know that could be a little tame to someone who wears a Judas Priest t-shirt, but I promise I also take devil worship super seriously.”

He snorts at your joke and when your eyes meet his once again, his priorities shift and he swear he's willing to do quite possibly anything to become your friend.

To say you checked your appearance at least forty times wouldn’t be a gross over exaggeration.

You had the outfit planned long before you were even invited to this Halloween party, you knew it was perfect and something Janis Joplin herself would likely wear, yet ever since you asked Eddie Munson to not only join you, but also compliment the costume with his own, you were suddenly feeling nervous.

The curly-haired teen was by far the coolest person in this stingy town — although it didn’t seem like he knew that or like anyone else shared your belief.

His metalhead vibe reminded you a lot of the kids you grew up around, which is exactly the initial reason why you were so drawn to him. Though it took you weeks to finally approach him. Partially because you were scared he’d brush you off, but mainly because ever since you moved to Hawkins with your parents at the brink of August and September, the more popular kids latched onto you like leeches.

“Don’t waste your time with Munson,” Blake would say repeatedly, “He’s a freak.”

Unfortunately for your new group of friends, you didn’t care about social status and it also helped to know Eddie was just as fascinated with you as you were with him. His secret glances and soft smiles when no one else was looking only affirmed that belief.

So you bit the bullet and invited him out.

Bold move on your part. One you were almost starting to regret as you nervously flattened the crinkles of your loose shirt, glancing at the clock on the wall in anticipation.

Eddie doesn’t show up for dinner.

You try to hide the disappointment in front of your parents and eat the meal while actively listening to your dad retelling the events from his day at work.

“Kid, I tell ya, moving here was the best idea your mother’s ever had. Aside from marrying me and havin' you, of course. Wanna know the most exciting thing that’s happened? There was a mixup with our lunch order. Can you believe it?”

You help mom clean up after before going to quickly freshen up, brush your teeth, and grab your set of house keys. After saying a quick goodbye, still thinking about the boy that never showed, you walk outside and are about to begin your journey to the party you no longer wanted to go to when a figure emerges from the shadows.

“Shit,” you exhale and place a hand over your heart, “You scared me.”

“Sorry,” Eddie says sheepishly, running a hand through his brown locks. “I-I wasn’t sure if you were still home so…”

Your brows string together as you take a step towards him.

“How long have you been out here, Eddie?”

“Uhm, at least the last half hour,” he answers, “I noticed the light was on upstairs, but I wasn’t sure if that was your room or not. Figured I’d hang around and you’d either show up or I’d head home embarrassed.” He pauses. “Sorry I didn’t come for dinner.”

“It’s okay,” a white-lie. “Still wanna go to the party?”

“If you want to.”

Eddie slides his hands into the back pockets of his jeans and you notice then how good he looks under the dim street lamps. Peter Albin, eat your heart out.

“I like your outfit,” you compliment him with a genuine smile and you swear you can see him blush.

“Thanks,” he says with a little more confidence than he’s displayed thus far, “but you arguably look a hundred percent better than me.”

Heat rushes to your cheeks. “Thank you, Eddie. That’s very sweet.”

“You’re welcome.”

The two of you never make it to the party.

Instead, Eddie offers to show me Skull Rock and that’s how you end up laying down on the cold ground, arm-to-arm, somewhere in the middle of the forest. 

Truth be told, if you were with anyone else, you wouldn’t have agreed to this in the first place. An eerily quiet night and the deep dark woods are like a recipe for disaster in most horror movies.

Things felt different with Eddie.

Despite only having three conversations in the span of one day, the doe-eyed boy made you feel safe.

The few hours hiding from the world under this rock also made you realise how much you actually have in common. The conversation flow was incredibly natural. You drifted from topic to topic as if you had known each other a lifetime and in the space of two hours, you went from sitting across from one another to being in the formerly named position — pinkies gently grazing.

His presence next to yours is soothing. It’s also exciting, thrilling even. You hadn’t experienced this sensation before, with anyone, and you quickly find yourself thinking perhaps this could be more than just a friendship.

Until Eddie says, “Friends are hard to come by in Hawkins. I’m glad we’re here and I hope we can hang out more.”

Darkness hides your disappointment.

Short lived, the idea of dating the boy next to you so it’s easy to extinguish the flame inside and convince yourself that perhaps this was for the best.

Relationships end. Sometimes they do so quite badly.

Friendships however, well, they have a tendency to last forever.

“From now on, Eddie, we’ll never not be hanging out.”

pearl masterlist

thank you for reading <3

& tagging some cool people that expressed interest in this lil series: @cactusangie , @spenciesprincess , @capitanostella , @ashlynnkennedy , @ms1oftheboys

[sasusakucoded]

As the head doctor, one of Sakura's worst fears is getting sick. There are too many casualties in the hospital and every working hour counts. However, contracting a fever is inevitable when you're healing and working for 10 hrs straight.

Sarada: Mama..

Sakura: Are you crying? Sarada, I'm okay.

Sarada: Clearly, you're not okay, Mama! You've never been this helpless before.

Sakura: I'll be fine. Go now. You'll be late for your mission.

Sarada: How can I leave you like this? I should call Papa.

Sakura: No! This is not a big deal. I just need to rest, you know. Go now!

Sarada: How can I leave when your temperature is literally 40°C?

Sakura: Nothing will work anyway. This high fever will be gone on its own. I'm the doctor here, trust me. Leave now, Sarada.

---

Sarada summoned a hawk as soon as she got out of her parents' bedroom. She quickly scribbled a note. "Take this to dad as fast as you can, please please please.." she begged.

---

In less than 10 mins, Sasuke was there in their home.

Sarada: Papa? How—

Sasuke: Is she in the bedroom?

Sarada: Yes, I need to go, I—

Sasuke: I'll take care of her. You may leave now. Thanks for not leaving her alone.

Sasuke rushed to their bedroom and saw Sakura wrapped in the blanket. She was having chills. It worried him so much.

Sasuke: Sakura! Sakura!

He touched her forehead then her neck. Her temp was so high. She woke up at his touch. She thought she was dreaming.

Sakura: Sasuke-kun? Are you really—

Sasuke: Don't speak. Conserve your energy.

Sakura: Anata..

He was panicking. Honestly, he also didn't know what to do. He tried to recall what she did when Sarada was sick. He took a basin and filled it with water. He folded a towel and dipped it into the lukewarm water. He carefully placed it on her forehead.

Sasuke: Sakura.. Sakura.. You haven't eaten yet?

Sakura: She nodded. I'm sorry..

Sasuke: Just rest, okay.

He went to the kitchen and realized that Sarada prepared a meal. It's chicken karaage though. He thought it would be hard for Sakura to chew. He took a pot and cooked some rice porridge. He was frustrated at how slow things were.

He went back to their room and helped her sit down. She tried eating the porridge on her own but her hands were trembling. Sasuke took the spoon and the bowl from her and started feeding her. He blew each spoonful to make sure it was not too hot.

Sakura: Anata..

Sasuke: I told you to conserve—

Sakura: Thank you, sensei.

She held his hand. Her smile made his worries go away. His face lit up.

He gave her the medicine that she told him to get from their cabinet. He helped her to go to the bathroom to clean herself. The sweat made her uncomfy and she wanted to change clothes. He assisted her patiently and tucked her in.

Sasuke: Do you still feel cold?

Sakura: She nodded.

He lied down beside her and wrapped his arm around her. She had never felt this warm for a while.

---

The next day, Sarada came home and saw her Papa cooking breakfast. Her Mama was also in the kitchen watching him intently.

Sarada: You're not sick anymore?

Sakura just smiled.

Sasuke: How's your mission, Sarada?

[marchsfreakshow]

Poems - The Fool And The King [JPM x Reader]

This is the best way I could think of incorporating one of my poems, and also my favourite poem :3 I hope you guys like it cause I'm outta ideas for stuff.

Your perspective.

Miss Evers had come in and out of my room multiple times today, staring daggers at me. I raised an eyebrow at her the second time but didn't ask until the fourth time she came in. "Okay, this is ridiculous, Miss Evers what are you doing?! You're coming in and out with multiple sheets and blankets that aren't even mine!" It annoyed me, and I hoped my asking would get her to f off. But she just shrugged at me, and then walked out.

James replaced her footsteps, and I just gave him a glance before going back to my notepad. He seemed ignorant of what I had just asked Evers. Like he didn't even hear me even though he was clearly on his way to my room anyway. "What?" I asked, giving him an annoyed look.

He sat by me with no words and read the words on my notepad. "The Fool and The King...that sounds like a wonderful poem dearest." James just said, smiling at me. I just smirked slightly and looked away from him, I felt embarrassed about the poem, it wasn't even done yet. There were scribbles and lines through random words. I didn't particularly want anyone to see it, it was, as James said, about a fool and a king. Abstract I guess.

Before I said anything though, James started to read it out loud, my blushing becoming apparent. "If the fool made it, The king cannot compare. But why does the king catch quick? Like a silver bullet, Meeting Hippolyte." He stopped since a whole verse was scribbled out. "That sounds beautiful love. I love it." Compliments were not something I heard regularly about my poems. They were cringe, cliche, too long, too short. Everything but 'beautiful.' None of them would get published anywhere though, they're just thoughts I come across.

Yet, James just carried on reading the nonsense scrawled over the yellow-tinted page. "How simple the fool is, For running. Running like a bunny, A little bunny, in an unopened woods but the king will love. The fool will fall. And they May never cross again." Hearing him say the words made me feel more and more embarrassed, my hands now hiding my face due to how red I felt. But once he was done he stared at me in awe. I didn't want to hear any more compliments about the sentences. "My dear, why would you ever not show this to me before? It's wonderful."

All I did was throw the notebook onto his lap, completely giving up. "It's not that great I promise you, you're delusional." He sighed heavily as I turned away from him, but he snaked his arm around my torso, pulling me back to face him. "Fuck off.." I just whined as a smile graced my face. James tightened his hold as he went back to the pad and finished the poem.

"Not even in dreams. And not even in the daydreams, Of a transparent, small, Dreamer. So please kiss me, my king. The fool cannot wait forever, For the love we hold away." He held on to the end, re-reading it over and over. It was like he was entranced by it for some reason. It confused me, before he piped up, and attempted to look in my eyes. "Oh my bird, you don't have to wait forever, I'm right here, all for you."

Where did he get that idea? A look of confusion set itself on my face, and I placed my hands in my lap, away from my face. "Are you calling me a fool sir? If so I don't agree." He chuckled, gently tracing my face.

"All I'm saying my dear is that I'm yours forever until you get tired of me." He said simply, giving me a kiss. One I happily returned.

[fandomscompilation]

The story of two broken souls (Kaz Brekker x Reader) Part 8

Fandom: Six of Crows

Pairing: eventual Kaz Brekker x Reader

Warnings: nightmares

A/N: Hello guys! Another part is here and I have 7 more ready to post after I proofread it. Let me know what you think and remember the taglist and requests are open. Enjoy!

Taglist: @d34drapunzel @coldheartedmar @igakc

Gif is not mine!

The Crow Club was still bustling with life when I came in. Jesper immediately came up to me with a smile.

"So how was it?" He asked walking with me to the stairs.

"I'll tell you later. Need to tell Kaz before I forget things." I quickly run up to his office and knocked before letting myself in.

"I don't remember telling you to come in." He said glancing up for a second. I huffed grabbing a blank piece of paper and a pencil that was always laying around. Quickly scribbling down everything I learned today I breathed out and leaned back into the chair.

"It felt like my head would explode." I groaned rubbing at my temple. Kaz eyed me slowly before grabbing the paper.

"That was his plan?" He quirked an eyebrow making me shrug.

"That's what I found on his desk. And to be honest the stupidity of those three men made me want to drown myself." I rolled my eyes and noticed Kaz tense up for a second, but I didn't question it.

"You did a good job. And what about the man?" He asked putting away the paper and going back to his documents.

"Drunk, unconscious in his room." I shrugged leaning my head back and closing my eyes.

"I'll have the plans delivered to the Razorgulls and let them take care of the men." Kaz informed and I only hummed in acknowledgement. "You can take a day off tomorrow." I snapped my head up and looked at him in surprise.

"What?" I didn't even try to mask my emotions. Kaz seemed to read my blank mask anyways.

"You had a long shift yesterday and an eventful day. You should rest before you work at the bar." Brekker said scribbling down on his documents. I frowned for a moment before nodding.

"Alright. I guess I'll take the day off." I said standing up. "Don't overwork yourself, Brekker."

I left the Club and headed straight for my room. He was right in one thing, I was exhausted. It was different from scaling the rooftops or taking down man, but my mind felt like it was in overdrive all the time. When my head hit my pillow the darkness found me faster than I thought.

"Will you?" I asked softly putting my arms around his waist. His hands grabbed my own before he turned around to face me.

"Y/N! Where are you?" I heard a familiar voice call out for me, while my own giggles echoed around. "Come on lapushka, you know I'll find you."

"You know I'll always look for you. Wherever you are moya zvyezda." His hand caressed my cheek making me push my face into it.

I breathed in his comforting scent and let myself relax into his arms. I opened my eyes to meet his dark ones. I could see them sparkle although we were covered in darkness, his and mine.

"Tell me where you are. I'll come find you." He soft voice made me frown lightly. Find me? I was in front of him. "I need you by my side lapushka. I found her, I finally found her. I can make Ravka better now."

I stepped back from his arms and looked around. I was still in my nightgown and there was nothing around. It was not a dream, it wasn't a nightmare.

"How are you in my head?" I snapped looking at him with anger.

"It took some time for you to let your walls down." He said dropping the act, now that I knew I wasn't really dreaming.

"I'm not coming back." I said stepping back again and he made a step closer trying to keep the distance small.

"Sooner or later you will." He seethed in anger and tightened his jaw. "Your place is by my side." I shook my head blinking away the tears. He stepped closer again and put his hand on my cheek. "I have time to wait for you, but even my patience has limits."

I felt my breath quicken. I wasn't easily scared but I knew him. I knew what he could do, I've seen it. I closed my eyes and willed the darkness to hug me, to blanked me in safety away from him.

"You can't run from me!" He shouted and I gasped loudly.

I sat up clutching at my head. I was feeling safe with the lack of dreams. And here he was breaking through the walls yet again. He said he found her. But who he was looking for to begin with. It seemed I had more problems than bringing down some old greedy man and dealing with Kaz's episodes.

[sleepy--anon]

Make It Even

Based on Summer's fics pt1 and pt2 (@wishitweresummer)

Dream was beginning to feel awful, sure, the little games they played on Sapnap were fun at the time but now he was avoiding them, distancing himself. Especially after that last one, his greetings are short, he finds any excuse to leave the room once one of them is in it, he's been locking himself in his room. Dream didn’t think they had pushed him that far, but he realized this was probably a trust thing. Sapnap had pleaded with Dream to not tell George and he did it anyway without thinking. Sapnap probably felt betrayed and now Dream felt awful and he knew he had to fix it because it was eating him alive that his best friend was upset with him. Dream had gathered some things and made his way to Sapnap’s room, George was out for the day so Dream took the opportunity.

"Nick...? Can I come in please?" He knocked as softly as he could, not wanting to agitate him. The door cracked open showing that he wasn’t really willing to let him in.

"What do you want?" His voice was deep still, unused.

"I wanted to apologize, not just for pushing you so far but for telling George after you asked me not to. I brought peace offerings and I just want my best friend back...please?" Sapnap looked at what he had, he brought his favorite candy, chips, and soda with an axolotol plush and a pack of Pokémon cards. Sapnap hummed in thought, shifting a little bit, he wanted to accept but he was still apprehensive.

"What can I do Sap? How can I prove that I'm genuinely sorry, how can I make you believe me? Do I have to let you do the same to me? Cause I will! And I'll help you get George too!" Now that got his attention, he practically offered himself up and that offer never really came up like that. He knew Dream was desperate and he missed them too if he's honest, this would make him feel better if they understood how he felt. He opened the door the rest of the way and stepped aside to let him in. Dream flushed bright pink when he realized what he had said that got his door open. He set the things he brought down on his bed and turned to face him.

"Hoodie and shoes come off and I get to use your anticipation at my full disposal." As if Dream couldn’t be any redder, he couldn’t fight it, he knew it was fair.

"Can I have a hug first?" His voice was small but hopefully, he noticed Sapnap’s look of 'don't try anything' and his wish was granted. He sunk into his embrace, savoring it, he missed it. He felt the tap which ment he was getting antsy, he pulled his hoodie off and kicked off his slippers.

"Lay down, on the floor, on your back." Sapnap turned from the closet to reveal that he now had handcuffs and his tie.

"What's that for..?" He asked, laying how he told him to.

"Well I don't have a buddie to hold you down while I do as I please and the tie is so your wrists don't get raw if you pull." He explained, happily getting on his hips.

"Hands." Dream held up his arms, wrists together, watching in awe at how efficiently he tied the tie around his wrists. He clicked one cuff on and pushed both arms up, clicking the other wrist when the chain looped around a leg of his bed. He locked the cuffs, setting the key down just far enough away to where it would get hit.

"Ready?" He waited for Dream’s nod before yanking his beanie down just over his eyes, he still wanted to see his smile. He clawed his hands and moved them around his stretched upper body. He watched Dream’s body twitch as he felt the difference in air, his once confused face now a wobbly smile as he realized they'd started. He whimpered as Sapnap told him to to be patient, waves of anticipatory giggles coming out.

"I haven't even touched you yet!" Dream didn’t need to see him to know he was beaming at the sight. His hands finally dropped, zapping his sides once before scribbling quickly up and down his ribs and armpits. The reaction was instant, he practically screamed, thrashing as much as he could in his limited space, already cloudy in the brain. He new he deserved this but his mouth worked by itself.

"PLEHEHEehease! Mohohohve my hahahat! I cahahan't sehehehee!"

"That's the point Smiley~ anticipation works so much better when you can't see at all~" Sapnap was having the time of his life, listening to his hearty cackles when he tickled his calves, his squeals when he targeted his thighs, his wheezey laugh when he got his tummy, and his shrieking when he got his feet. He personally found it hilarious watching his feet dance around to avoid his fingers, and when he caught one, how the other would flail around. He gave Dream a short break, seeing his beanie had ridden up in his thrashing, one eye was visible and he could see the tears in the corner of his eyes.

"Ahre... we dohohohone nohohow?" As satisfied as he was with the after giggles he was left breathless and borderline sobbing so...

"Almost big guy, just one last thing." He pulled the beanie back down and popped up for a second, rolling him over on his stomach before plopping back down.

"Going on a treasure hunt~" He spoke slowly, walking his fingers up his back.

"NO SAPNAP SAPNAP PANDAS PLEHEHEASE!" Dream knew this game, he'd watched Karl do it to Sapnap multiple times when he was having trouble sleeping and it always sent a chill down his way too ticklish back.

"X marks the spot~" Drawing the X had Sapnap giggling at how much he wiggled around.

"For big boulders~ and a tiny dot~" He was dragging it out and Dream knew it, it was driving him up the wall, now he understood the use of the tie under the cuffs.

"Circle circle quehehestion mahark~" He giggled in surprise at the end when Dream shrieked, almost throwing him off.

"Spiders crawling up your back~ ssssnaaakeesss slithering down~" He took his sweet time doing this twice, smirking at the way Dream’s feet drummed against the floor.

"Tight squeeze~ cool breeze~" He squeezed his thighs for the squawk, and blew right onto the back of his neck, watching the goosebumps form.

"And now I get my treasure~" with that little anecdote, Sapnap blew a massive raspberry on his spine and a second one on his neck while tormenting his hips at the same time.

"OHOHOHOHOKAY OHHOHOHOKAY!!! PLEHEHEHEASE!!! I CAHAHAHAN'T TAHAHAHAKE THIHIHIHIS ANYMOHOHOHORE!!!" Sapnap finally pulled back, listening to the frantic after giggles. He pulled his beanie off completely, noticing it coated in sweat and tears, he ran a hand through his sweaty hair, scratching his scalp.

"Nohohohoho cohohohome ohohon.."

"Even your head dude? Wow." He switched to just the pads of his fingers until he calmed down. Unlocking the handcuffs and undoing the tie, massaging his shoulders to release tension.

"We... we're good now right?"

"Of course we are, now you are helping me with George or I will just wreck you right next to him, don't test me, you know I can and will. But for right now, we're gonna cuddle, eat those snacks you brought and watch a movie."

[cellias]

scary visions and uneasy acquaintances (ii)

leo valdez x child of apollo!reader

warnings: bad spirits, talks about a toilet seat

summary: leo is approached by the person who seems to dislike him the most out of the other six. but now it seems they were in for a longer ride together than they anticipated—or wanted—and they still can’t this kind-of-friendship thing right.

word count: 3.3k

It was past dinner time, but only one thing sounded really good right about now. Sleep.

He didn’t want to admit it, but Leo was getting sleepier by the minute. He’d be communicating with Festus and then his eyes would get heavy, and his arms would feel weak, and the darkness of his eyelids became so inviting…but no. He had a job to do. He couldn’t waste time like that.

Everyone on the ship had retreated to their bedrooms after working a little more with food in their system, and Leo welcomed the familiar silence that came at that hour. All he could hear was the calm movement of the ocean, the rumbling noise of the engine, and whoosh of the wind on the sail, and the occasional creak from his machines. These nights felt like the eye of a hurricane.

The only problem was he barely slept during the past few nights. This had some annoying consequences, like killer headaches and an overwhelming urge to just lay his head on the table for a few second-like hours. And he almost did, had it not been for the footsteps he heard approaching the room. He frowned. Coach Hedge would barge in sometimes, but these steps didn’t sound like his hooves.

It didn’t really matter anyway, because the person had arrived rather quickly. There was a knock on the door. His conscious state was being prodded awake once more.

“Who’s there?” He called, sliding a hammer out of his belt. You know, just in case.

“Y/n.”

Oh. The hammer went back in. “Y/n who?”

“Y/n, the person who’s going to throw you off this ship if you don’t open the door right now.”

He opened the door.

The sight of you was marvelous to behold. Messy hair, grumpy face, mismatched socks, and decked out in sun printed pajamas. He wished he had a camera. He’d hang the picture on his wall and caption it: Fashion’s Newest Muse, Renowned Child of Apollo. Maybe the name needed some work.

You look him up and down. “May I come in?”

“That’s what you’re supposed to ask before you threaten me.”

You stared.

“Yeah, alright.” He steps aside to let you in. “So what brings you to my man cave?” He watches the back of your head as you examine the room with intrigue.

You snort. “Right, your man cave.” You turned to him. “We need to talk.”

Leo looked around. “You? With me?”

“Yes, you,” you said, exasperated. “With me.”

He wandered to his chair and spun once, then sat up straight to look at you. He motioned to the other chair beside him. It was Annabeth’s honorary co-captain chair, and it was obvious by the little mess of papers with neat and chaotic writing scribbled on them from earlier that day. He could never write that much in one sitting. You moved to sit down after he picked up the papers.

“Well,” he started, “what did you want to talk about?” If he was being honest, he was a little nervous. Most of the others didn’t visit the room often, especially not at night, and especially not you.

You started to lose the straight look on your face, some anxiousness peeking through. He kind of liked it, knowing you got nervous too.

“I just, um, the thing is… how do I start this?”

He watched patiently, amusement painting his features.

“I had a dream.”

You looked at him expectantly. He didn’t really know what you wanted him to think of that. “Huh. Do you need to, like, vent?” He asked awkwardly.

You rubbed your forehead with the palm of your hand. “No, it’s that—” you paused and squinted. “Is it me or did it just get dimmer in here?”

“Oh, yeah sorry,” Leo grinned sheepishly and the lights flickered, releasing a brighter light. “It changes based on what my eyes are comfortable with.”

You looked upset at that. “Well, then change it back.”

“But I thought you…”

“No, I don’t care. Change it to whatever is comfortable. You’re gonna need it when I tell you my dream.” Leo was wary to change it back. For good measure, he manually changed the lighting to a good balance of light and darkness that wasn’t too harsh on his sleepy eyes.

“Alright, there. So what about this dream? And why are you telling me about it?”

You seemed to be psyching yourself up before you opened your mouth. “Okay. Lately I’ve been having trouble sleeping. I thought this was because—” you stopped yourself and contemplated your next words. “Well, I didn’t know what to think. But right after we came back from that whole thing with Narcissus, falling asleep was easier than it had been in weeks. I thought, maybe it’s because I was so drained. But I’ve gone a day or two fighting monsters with no sleep,” you looked uneasy, like what you were saying was embarrassing, “and so I know this wasn’t normal. But then my dream happened. It wasn’t like anything I’ve dreamt before. It was different.”

Leo pondered your words as you paused to recollect your thoughts. He was still sort of confused. Why would you come to him about this? It was probably smarter to go to Annabeth, or Percy, or literally anybody else who had more experience than him. They could probably help interpret.

“I was myself, of course. No weird spectator thing, or feeling like you’re in another body, you know?” He nodded. “I was me. It was really dark at first. I couldn’t see anything, it looked more like a black endless space than a room or anything. And I could feel something swirling around me, getting really close, but not touching me. Even when they whispered it was like they were looking the other way so their breath wouldn’t hit my face. And then they were moving away, and I felt this feeling wash over me, like I was being hugged, or something. I had closed my eyes when an orange light started to appear — you know when you’re facing the sun or a light and your eyes are closed, so you see reddish orange?”

“Oh yeah, of course.”

“It was that. So I opened my eyes and,” you looked at his eyes intensely, “this is where it gets weird. You were there.”

Leo raised an eyebrow.

“Not just that. You weren’t actually there,” you added, as if that made sense.

“I think I could’ve told you that.”

“No, I mean, there was nothing in front of me. There was just this really loud presence, like someone was standing right in front of me. I don’t know how, but the first thing that came to my mind was you. I just know it was. I did some thinking over dinner, and I think…”

Leo put his hands up. “Wait, wait, wait.”

You stared at him with wide eyes.

“What you’re saying is, you had a dream in the dark with weird spirits around you, and one of them happened to be me?”

“Yeah, but I also—”

“What if you’re just, I don’t know, scared of me?” You frowned at that, but he smiled slyly and continued before you could argue, “Or you were just thinking about me a little too much before your nap?”

He watched you bury your head in your hands. “Oh my gods, no!” You looked up, and he was met with an attempt at a glare and an almost successfully suppressed smile. Almost.

“Yeah, you were! I can tell.” He lifted a hand and felt your cheek. “You’re all warm.”

You pulled away in embarrassment. “Okay, yeah I was. I was thinking about how you’re going to go missing next time you leave the toilet seat up.”

He put a hand over his heart. “I told you guys it was Jason!”

You scoffed in disbelief. “Jason would never do that. He’s too Jason.”

“The boy was raised by wolves, Y/N.”

You laughed at his deadpan expression. “Fair point.”

He opened his mouth to say something, probably something about how he had never heard you laugh like that around him, or how your smile was really nice, or how you seemed to be glowing, or how your laugh sounded like music. But he stopped himself. He couldn’t say that stuff. It was weird.

“Uh, sorry,” he said instead.

“For what?”

“You were going to say something earlier and I interrupted.”

You seemed to be thinking for a second or two, before you realized. “Oh, that. I think the dream has something to do with the future. Near or far, I don’t know, but most likely far. You were different. Like you didn’t have the same presence as you do right now, but it was still obviously you.”

“Why can’t it just be a random dream?”

“We’re demigods. And anyway, most Apollo children have some degree of foresight as an ability. I’ve never willingly tapped into mine, so I don’t really know its extent. But in the dream it felt like it was working stronger than it ever had.”

Leo hummed. “You Apollo kids sure have a lot of gifts. Now I’m kind of jealous.”

“I can manipulate light and music, you can make anything with scrap metal and create fire with your willpower, and you’re jealous?”

“Pretty much.”

“You’re impossible.” You rolled your eyes but then your face dropped again. “Valdez,” you started timidly. “I’m worried. This was a real vision. But where in the world would it be that dark? And why couldn't I see you? It’s too many factors going into this one event, and it feels like it’s less than the sum of its parts, but I know it’s not. It wasn’t just dark, it felt like…the world was caved in. It didn’t make sense.”

He twisted a screwdriver that appeared out of nowhere. You were right, it didn’t make sense. He thought back to the prophecy. After a beat of silent thinking, he murmured in a volume you almost didn’t hear.

“To storm or fire the world must fall.”

You rubbed your hands together nervously. “Do you think that’s it?”

“The world felt like it was caved in. All you could feel was my presence after the spirits left.” He shuddered. He hadn’t seen the dream himself, but the thought scared him. “You tell me.”

“It would match up. But why not show the others? It doesn’t make sense to only be me and you.” You glanced at him and looked back at grey pipe parts that protruded out of the wall, the highlights gleaming white in the lighting.

“I agree. But I mean, if the others aren’t there, and the world ‘fell’…” he trailed off, but you didn’t need him to complete his sentence.

You shook your head indignantly. “Prophecies can’t be changed, but they don’t have to mean what they sound like. We won’t fail. I don’t need foresight to know that.”

“We’re going against Mother Nature.”

“That sucks for her.” You sat up straighter, a fire lit in your eyes, like you weren’t talking about the first entity on Earth.

His eyes stuck on your stance. For once, he was seeing the Y/N that Annabeth and the other campers had told him about. It was like meeting an entirely new person.

You stuck out your hand. “Okay, Valdez. I don’t like this, but if it comes down to it… I suppose I’m alright with sharing the burden of the end of the world with you.”

He huffed but shook your hand. “Okay, Y/L/N, I guess I’d be okay with that too.”

You stood up to leave after releasing him. He called out your name, stopping you. “I was being truthful, by the way. We need to start working as a team.” You faced him confusedly. “I’m not telling you to confess all your secrets. Or to be my best friend. But maybe not hating your crew mate would be good.”

“I told you already, I don’t hate you.”

“You just don’t like me.”

You nodded. “Exactly.”

“Yeah… see, no more of that is what I mean. If we could just be professional acquaintances, that’d be enough. I mean, light and fire, doesn’t it make sense?” He shifted in his seat. Why did he say that? He should’ve just let you leave. But of course his mouth didn’t agree. “I think we just got off on the wrong foot.”

“I think so too,” you said thoughtfully. “I can't just change how I feel about you, it doesn’t work like that. But I appreciate the apology.”

He went bug eyed, and blurted without thinking, “Apology? All I said was that we got off on the wrong foot.” He stopped you before you could retort. “You literally just shared your secret dream with me, anyway.”

“I told you out of necessity. It involved you, so I told you. I didn’t come to you for comfort.”

Leo examined your face and, feeling like he might be growing an ego even thinking about it, doubted your words. “So then you’re going to tell everyone else next morning?”

You avoided his eyes and crossed your arms defensively. “Um, no. They weren’t in the dream. And it would only distract them. It would just make the quest seem hopeless.”

“But it’s important. It was a vision. Shouldn’t they know?”

“No, Valdez. They’re not going to know, and that’s it. And if they do, they won’t hear it from me.” You stared threateningly. “So you better not say anything. I know it’ll be difficult with your big mouth, but if I hear a peep from you about the dream, you’re not going to see the light of day ever again.”

“Dramatic.”

“I’m serious,” you seethed, and the light bulbs glowed at an uncomfortable level. He felt dizzy and got chills, resembling the symptoms of those fevers he used to get when he was young. He shook his head to get out of it.

“So you’re asking me to lie to my friends?”

“I’m asking you to keep something to yourself. You can’t lie if there’s nothing to lie about in the first place,” you corrected.

Leo rested his head on his free hand. “Thanks for changing the wording, it really made me feel a lot better.”

You groaned and rubbed your face. “I should never have told you. Of course you’d go blabbing your mouth.”

“You can’t tell me to keep a secret as big as this from them. We need to help them anyway we can. This is a team effort, there’s a reason there’s eight demigods on this ship.”

You laughed, a sound that didn’t sound as pretty as before, one that was harsh and dry, devoid of humor. “Don’t act like this now. Like you’re not hiding things too. You’re really good at it. But the second it’s somebody’s else’s secret you’re dying to tell.”

Leo’s hand clutched his tool bag protectively when you glanced at it. “That’s different. This is the end of the world that you’re talking about.”

“It’s a vision. Do you know what that means?” You ripped yourself away from his gaze. “It means you’re not supposed to tell anybody. Telling someone will make them desperate to stop it from happening. Bad things happen when you try to change the course of fate. Worse than what you’re trying to prevent.”

Your eyes were glued to the wall behind him, as if there was a scene that matched your narration; a scene he didn’t think you’d want him to know about.

“Then why did you tell me? You just put the whole quest in danger by doing that, according to you.”

“I told you why.”

Leo stood to match your height, and partly because he was tired of sitting down. “That was complete centaur poop. ‘Because it involved you’ is the worst excuse I’ve ever heard you come up with. This involves all of us. We can work together on this. So tell me the real reason you came here at two in the morning, and maybe I’ll keep my mouth shut.”

He was afraid he’d prodded too far, because your face went sour, and you left without another word. He watched you leave, making no move to stop you or pry more. His frustration was bubbling inside himself, and it was a little frightening. Those types of feelings were reserved for a few people he knew today, and how you pulled them from him so easily wasn’t good. How he was expected to work with you, even in the face of the potential end of the world, he didn’t know.

Earlier he had thought maybe it would be okay; you, him, and Hazel had fought together that same day, and did so with little to no issues. He’d clung to you to help you, and the feeling that spread through him left him a little breathless. But he had felt a similar feeling with Hazel, the moment on the boulder. So maybe it really hadn’t been anything, and especially not to you. Here you were backpedaling on the progression to friendship that he was trying to move toward.

His leg bounced up and down and he turned to Buford at the sensation of communication coming from the table.

Leo’s face was released from the negative feelings that had twisted it. “You’re right,” he mumbled. “I can’t not try again, I guess.”

You may not be particularly fond of him, but he wouldn’t let… whatever this was, consume him or you. Eventually, you’d have to cooperate with him, and he thought the note you had both left off on didn’t really help the case more than it hurt the possibility. For a second he’d been willing to let go of his effort and let you go on distrusting him. But it could only lead to more danger. At the rate things were going so far, they were on their way to enough of that.

And contrary to popular belief among the other seven (cough, Frank, cough), his friends did matter to him. He’d been doing what he could to help, and ever since the day you’d shown up to help build the ship that day at camp, although you seemed reluctant (“I’m just here to speed up the process,” you had said), rebuilding your relationship had been top on his list.

Of course with Frank not liking him around, though he supposed that made sense — he attacked his home, after all — he’d been trying to get that guy to trust him some more. It was a little difficult with the buff baby faced dude that could turn into a dragon, but he tried. He seemed to be making just as much progress with him as he had with you. He always seemed to do something wrong.

He felt worse when he realized a small part of him was selfishly trying to prove that goddess wrong. He started to doubt his own intentions when the words she had said slid into his mind. The eighth wheel. He had begun to think all his attempts were just so he could finally feel like he fit in. Like he wasn’t the outlier on a team full of people who were supposed to relate to him, to understand him. The cold thought would make even his fire feel drained of its heat.

But he decided not to let that take over tonight, not after what had just happened. Tonight he’d…okay, he wouldn’t do anything right now. He needed a nap so bad, and all this thinking wasn’t very energy preserving. Frank and Y/N were not going to be the last things on his mind as he went to sleep. What a nightmare. But before he could think about anything else, an image of an army of men being defeated by the surprisingly loud and offensive singing of a golden tweety bird blanketed his mind in its unconsciousness. That was a vision if he’d ever seen one.

[smokeyfuzz]

Wicked Games: Four

“You really know how to make me cry

When you give me those ocean eyes

I’m scared, I’ve never fallen from quite this high

Falling into your ocean eyes

I’ve been walking through a world gone blind

Can’t stop thinking of your diamond mind”

- Ocean Eyes by Billie Eilish

Author’s note:  The way I would fold for this man if he was real T_T Short chapter, but enjoy!

Thankfully sleep came easy to you that night, immediately passing out as soon as your head hit the pillow. When you awoke the next morning you had gone about your usual regime - shower, getting dressed, and grabbing a hot beverage while you checked your messages. No new updates from Akari Nitta who was overseeing your group of classmates - all away on their separate missions. Your main point of interest was Yuuta - one that was both technically yours’ and Satoru’s student - given the recent events with Suguru. 

You quickly typed an updated series of events to Akari, informing her to keep a close eye on all of the students and to update you if anything happens. 

“Y/n, you ready yet?” Satoru stepped in your office, a whine to his voice as he seemed restless. He moved into the office, looking around the room as he observed your decor - something he always did, regardless of how many times he’s seen it before - until he slumped into the chair across from your desk. Taking up space - as he always did. He wasn’t a fan of confinement. 

“I just started ‘Toru,” you said with a sigh, pulling out paperwork that was unfortunately calling your name. 

Following your old regime helped in easing your nerves, giving you a sense of normalcy given the change of pace.

He groaned, head throwing back as you watched his Adam's apple bob. Your eyes flickered back to the work in front of you, ignoring your thoughts. 

You had dreamed of him last night.

You pressed open-mouthed kisses to his neck, leaving marks and bruises as you laid your claim on him. The action left him rutting up into you, a moan escaping your lips as you felt him hit that spot just right within you.

“Fuck ‘Toru,” you mumbled. 

A hand came down on your ass, a slap that made you jump in his lap, earning a whine from him.

“Did I tell you to stop moving?” he groaned out. 

You sat on shaky legs, jumping up and down in his lap as you both moaned from the pleasure, Satoru palming your ass, your hips.

“Good girl,” he purred into your ear.

You had woken up completely hot and bothered, and confused. You had never had a sex dream about Satoru - even after you had sex. Yes, your relationship was… complicated, but even after having sex, you guys - namely you - made it work. Satoru had seemed unaffected after your affair. The same old ‘Toru, with a whole new arsenal to embarrass and tease you with. 

You began reading and scribbling notes onto the documents, an annoyed huff leaving Satoru’s lips every now and again. You were used to his childish antics, but your dream had seemed to stir something in you, making you own annoyance for antics on edge. 

“Satoru!” you finally snapped, eyes landing on him after he whined again within the last half-hour.

His head perked up, blindfolded eyes meeting your own. “What?” he asked innocently, smirk pulling at his lips. 

You flushed under his gaze. What was wrong with you? “I’m trying to work,” you finally said, voice calmer as you tried to reason with him. 

You watched him for another moment before returning to your work, a silence falling in the room as he pulled out his phone. Another half-hour passed when you looked back up, suddenly noticing Satoru was no longer in front you. Then you felt it - his presence leaning over you as he looked down at your work. You could smell his familiar, expensive cologne. He caged you into your desk, arms resting on either side of you as his head hovered by your own.

“What is all this, anyways?” You watched one his hands lift up one of the documents you had just signed. 

He briefly glanced over it, picking up on the words that read “cursed being”, “England”, “Hiroshi”. He recalled Hiroshi being one of your students, a grade 1 who was set to graduate at the end of this year. 

“I’m just wrapping up casework,” you said, focusing way too intently on the documents in front of you as you snapped it out of his hand.

“You have got to be kidding me,” he huffed out as he let you retrieve the document, standing fully in his own annoyance. 

“We’re going,” he said defiantly, hand falling on top of your shoulder.

Before you could complain you and Satoru had warped onto what appeared to be a platform of a train station. You wobbled beside him, Satoru using his ability on you rarely and you felt his arm loop around your waist as he allowed you to regain your balance beside him.

“What the hell Gojo,” you snapped, annoyed. You rarely used his last name - mostly when he got on your nerves. You moved away from him, swaying a bit as he reached out to you. You smacked his hand away. “I was working.” 

He pocketed his hands. “Relax, you still are. OR did you forget you’re teaching Yuji too?” He turned away from you, starting to move in a direction where you saw a familiar tuff of dark hair standing next to a pink-haired, sunshine looking young boy. You scrambled behind him, trying to regain your composure. 

“I didn’t forget,” you hissed at him as you drew closer to the students. 

Satoru stopped and you nearly collided into his back as he turned on you. “Is it something else then?” He was leaning into your space then and you stared him down stubbornly.

“Like what?” you asked.

“You’ve been on edge all morning,” he sighed. “Did something else happen last night after I left?” You remained silent. “Y/n, I promise you, Suguru can’t get to you or Yuji out here.”

“Right, you’re right. I was just nervous to leave campus,” you quickly agreed. A part of what he was saying was true. All morning you were dreading coming out here, worried you would see Suguru in the crowd after his promise from the night before. Worried for yourself, for Yuta, for Yuji. But that was a worry and the edge you felt was from something else entirely, from your damn dream. 

He slung his arm over your shoulder then, pulling you into him as he walked you both towards the students. “Stay with me kid, I’ll keep you safe.”

***

It was the end of the day, having finally met Yuji Itadori and Satoru’s other new student, Nobara Kugisaki. Megumi had been somewhat surprised to hear you joining Satoru’s side as a teacher, in which you then explained the previous night's events. You weren’t sure the superiors would be pleased with you spreading the news, but you figured the students would be safer with the knowledge than left in the dark. Like Satoru, you weren’t their biggest fan and they weren’t yours either.

The kids had all returned to school after the mission Satoru had sent them out on today, leaving you alone with him as you stopped in front of Koi pond, watching the fishes bright colors and water sparkling in the moonlight. Satoru stood beside you, back leaning against the railing, arms perched up behind him. 

While the beginning of your day had begun with unease, your nerves had slowly begun to settle over time and even the restlessness your dream gave you finally began to dissipate as you chalked it up to your emotions being keyed up and yourself fried. 

“Why don’t you ever talk about him?” you asked suddenly, eyes flickering to Satoru as he stared up into the night sky. 

He’s quiet for a moment, thinking about your question. He knows the answer: it’s too painful. Suguru had been his best friend, his family. Now he was the enemy. His enemy. He was sick of losing people - whether they died or left. His whole life had been lonely growing up until he met Suguru, had met you. He had already lost everybody, then he lost him.

He shrugs. “What’s the point?” 

You watch him, not believing his nonchalant act. You turn to face him fully.

“He was your best friend,” you say softly. “He was a big part of your-”

Satoru meets your gaze, his blindfold long removed when you first had stopped at the pond. The look he gives you could cut glass, a warning. 

“The guy I grew up with is gone, Y/n. He died the night he left,” his voice is serious and he’s careful to not let any type of emotion be conveyed in his words - the sadness he feels, the anger, the guilt. “Your boyfriend is gone.” He adds the last words and you can’t help but flinch. He doesn’t mean to hurt you, if anything he’s hoping the words will make you realize how dangerous it is for you to not see Suguru as what he’s become. 

You remain quiet, turning to gaze at the fish again as an uncomfortable silence falls between you.

Satoru dares a peak in your direction, turning to fully face you as he suddenly pulls you into an embrace, his infinity down. You were one of the few people he let in. A weakness. But he’d never tell you that. 

You bury your face in his chest, allowing his warmth to swallow you whole. Satoru could be many things - annoying, narcissistic, sociopathic, sadistic - but he was also your best friend. You knew he wasn’t perfect - as much as he liked people to believe. 

He rubs soothing circles into your back, remembering how he did the similar action when you slept together all those years ago. For him that night had been more than just a one night stand.

You were moaning on top of him, your hands buried in his hair as you pulled at the white strands with each stroke he drilled into you. His arms were wrapped firmly around your waist, holding you in place as he kissed your jaw, your neck, your shoulders. 

“Pussy was made for me,” he murmurs against your chest and you tighten at his words, a whine leaving your lips. “Such a dirty girl.”

“Satoru!” You're basically sobbing on top of him from the way he’s filling you up, eyes glossed over from the pleasure. 

He can tell you're getting closer, the moans leaving your lips increasing as you keep murmuring out please, please, please. He kisses you again on the lips before burying his face into your neck, his intrusive thoughts winning as he doesn’t care if you hear him or not. 

“Wanted this for so long,” he mumbles, large hands splayed across your sweaty back. “Wanted you. It's always been you…” 

Your head flings back as you reach your high, oblivious to his proclamation, forehead falling onto his as you continue to ride out your high. His own hips begin to stagger, reaching his own end.

He rests his head on top of your own, enjoying the embrace a moment longer. He would never admit it, but he’s loved you since you were kids, even when you fell in love with Suguru. But love was tricky for Satoru, love was dangerous for himself and those he cared for. 

“I miss him,” you whisper, your words shaking as you breathe the words into existence. 

Satoru is quiet, burying his lips into your head as lets out a small sigh. “Me too.”

[2-lines-and-a-circle]

A Host Club Valentines feat. Twst characters Vil’s Route

So you chose Vil, the “Princely type” beware!

Back to prologue

After getting seated and picking your host for the day, you were shocked to find out that this was what your dorm leader did in his free time. Looking him up and down in his host outfit you felt the sudden urge to take a photo of him in his attire.

You: *pulls phone out* I must preserve this forever… Vil: If you want a photo of me, let’s take one together.

Pushing your shoulders closer together Vil crept into the picture frame and quickly took a picture of the two of you. Lifting your chin with the tips of his fingers Vil looked directly into your eyes to question your presence here.

Vil: Tell me what brings you here to the host club _____? You: Um… I just wanted a quiet place to study. I thought no one came here? I’m not that sure why I stayed to be honest. What is this place anyway? Vil: I could tell you that, but that wouldn’t be all the rage now would it, Darling? You: Darling? Oh god who are you and what have you done with Vil!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Jade: That’s Vil alright. There’s nothing to worry about. *scribbles in notebook* Unless, you’re willing to make a deal to know the truth? *Grins widely* You: I’ll pass. Vil: Darling, don’t you let your eyes wander from me. Didn’t you request me and not Jade?

Taking a sip of his tea, Vil picked up a cookie and pushed it into your mouth, almost as if to keep you quiet. Then, looking in Jade’s direction he said in a low voice,

Vil: Also, Jade don’t go giving this Princess any ideas about the real reason behind this operation. *whispers to Jade* You: Hmm, did you say something Vil? Vil: I’ll give you all of my attention for the next 10 minutes princess, I’m all yours. You: I can’t tell if you’re supposed to be the princely type or if you’re trying hard to keep me distracted. Vil: *sigh* Princess, I’m a queen not a prince.

You: There’s the Vil I know and love! So, the truth is?

Turns out the Headmaster had arranged this as a special service for Valentines Day. All those who were gathered here had been drawn with the luck of a hat. Not a single member would be allowed to skip out of their duties. Vil was given the princely type, but he strayed a little far from that. Still, there was a hidden motive behind this. 

Once his activities finished Vil was supposed to head back to the dorm like normal and he requested you pretend nothing had happened. Everything truly felt like a fever dream.

[stuckinflightrisinghell]

Scribbled down a quick story for Arren. Most of it is under the “read more” ‘cause it got a bit long.

Born in the Sunbeam Ruins, Arren grew used to seeing the sun. Began to take the feel of it on his dark scales for granted. His parents, and the rest of the clan, taught him to respect it.

Moving to the Viridian Labyrinth was a steep learning curve for him. While the sun still shone, the shadows beneath the trees unnerved him. Of course he’d seen shadows before back home - had danced in and out of them while playing with other youngsters - but the shadows here seemed much darker, and hid things he had no name for.

He became snappish, and grumpy. This was not what he longed for. Withdrawing from others, he took to scaling trees in an effort to feel the full force of the sun without it being filtered by the branches that blocked out the sky. Once at the top, he’d perch on a branch, staring up into the sky. Often his efforts went unrewarded, for the sky was cloudy, or heavy fog would obscure his vision.

Arren stamped his feet and muttered on these occasions. He just wanted to see the sun, was that too much to ask?

One day, after another thwarted attempt, Arren noticed something strange. The tree he’d climbed had been unoccupied at first, but now…now there were crows lining the branches around him. Both above and below they sat, and all were staring at him. They were silent too - an odd thing for crows to be.

Eventually, one dropped down onto the branch beside him. And spoke.

“Why do you grumble?” It croaked.

“I grumble because I miss the sun,” Arren said. “It never seems to shine here.”

“Is that all? Then you must fly up above the clouds. You’re nimble. You’d be able to, you know.”

Arren considered the idea, then shook his head.

“No, that wouldn’t work. I’m too small. If any breezes catch me, then I’d be blown off course.”

“If that should happen,” the crow replied, “then call out. We’ll hear you.”

It sounded so ridiculous that Arren almost dismissed it as a fevered hallucination - or a dream. But he was neither dreaming or ill. Day after day he found himself replaying the conversation in his head, dwelling on it constantly. Was it possible? Could he actually do it?

“No one’s ever flown above the clouds,” Kissen said, after he’d told her the basic outline. “Even the Imperials don’t, though they do fly higher than the rest of us.”

“What if someone did? What if it’s actually possible to reach the sun?”

“It isn’t,” Kissen replied, shaking her head. “Anyone who tried would…well they’d most likely die.”

Arren didn’t say anything, but it was plain from his expression that he disagreed. The idea had taken hold, rooted itself in his head and he began to think up ways of pulling it off. There had to be a way, there just had to!

The more he thought, the more determined he became. Mentioning his plan to anyone would be useless - he saw that now. They’d only try to stop him anyway. No, he’d do it.

He put his plan (such as it was) into action one bright morning. Birds sang cheerfully as he began his ascent, and a light breeze buffeted him slightly. Arren didn’t really pay much attention though. Slowly, inch by inch, he climbed. His wings started to ache a bit, but he ignored it. His eyes were fixed on the sun. The ultimate prize. If he could just get closer than anyone ever had…

Higher. Higher. Higher. The air grew thinner as he rose, and he began to feel light-headed. But he would not stop. He could feel the warmth of the sun now - it coiled itself round him, welcoming him. “Just a bit further,” Arren thought. “Don’t stop. I’ve come this far…I can’t stop now!”

Onwards. Upwards. His mane was beginning to singe and the heat on his scales was almost unbearable. Endure it! Nearly there! Just a bit further!

But his wings failed him. The delicate membranes couldn’t take anymore, and as his wings burnt, so Arren came back down - much faster than he had gone up. His mind went blank. All he could focus on was his ruined wings and mane - which seemed to be trailing black gloopy stuff as he fell. That wasn’t right, but he had no time to dwell on it.

From the corner of his eye he saw dark shapes spiral up from the trees below him. Crows. A whole murder of them. Sunlight played oddly off their feathers, and for a moment Arren imagined that he saw a huge, long dark shape in their midst, then the murder was below him, around him, above him.

He lay on the back of one, stunned and panting. Even in the depths of his shock, he realised something about him had changed. His scales were no longer purely obsidian - now waves of gold covered his hide. Some formed the shape of the sun, dripping down his sides. His mane, which should have been burnt away, seemed to have melted, turning to sludge instead.

It was then that he heard a voice. But it wasn’t from any of the crows. It seemed to come from all around him, booming through the air like thunder.

“Well met, Sunbringer.”

[asukamood]

Rule number 1: Never ignore Blue

Due to school, this may be the last one-shot you get from me for at least two months. It’s going to be torture to see the Drueswap tag look so empty again but it’s not like I had any say in this anyways so savour this last one.

This idea is actually derived from a TikTok I was sent where a hamster demanded attention and tried to jump off the couch from frustration, @jaywaslost told me that this was 100% DS Blue behaviour and I just had to write it.

So yes the summary is just our favourite Angel Boy overworking again and be so irritated he ends up not acknowledging Blue’s presence which results in the latter yeetIng himself out the window from frustration like the diva he is.

Warnings: Self-defenestration, slight angst and Dream going ‘self-care? What’s that?’

Dreamswap belongs to OneBizarreKai

***

Dream was genuinely about to lose his mind. It was nearing midnight now, or so he guessed, Dream actually had no idea. His vision was way too blurry for him to actually recognise what was written on his watch so he chose to instead look at the sky outside of his window and since the canvas was pitch black, it must have been late at night or very early in the morning.

He didn’t even know what day it was. October had ended, that much he knew but whether it was the second of November or the twelfth of November, he had no clue. During the entire time, he had been signing papers and more papers and even more papers.

Forget about eating, drinking, and sleeping, he had no time for that. He had paperwork to do but of course, not properly taking care of one’s body had consequences. His throat was dry and raspy which probably made his voice sound awful, his ears were ringing in an unpleasant manner, he felt as if his wrists were able to fall off any second now, his fingers were aching terribly because of holding the pen for so long and to top of it all, he had a migraine and was extremely lightheaded.

The worst of it all? He didn’t feel like his workload was decreasing. In fact, it even seemed to increase. He had started that whole thing… How long ago? A day? A few days? A few hours?— whatever, when he started, there were two piles of paper reaching the ceiling and now, four of those piles stood proudly in front of his desk, with a few more shoved inside his closet.

Clearly, if it weren’t for his amazing healing magic, Dream might have ended up six feet underground as he talked. He took his loyal cup of coffee which stayed by his side this entire time and shoved what remained of its content down his throat. He took his pen back up and scribbled down something rapidly, eyes painfully scanning over the sheet of paper.

At one point, he felt he was starting to fall asleep and since he had no more coffee left, he did the first thing that came to mind.

He leaned slightly away and tilted his head backward before launching it at top speed on his desk. The collision of the two entities made a loud ‘thud’ echo in the dead of night and increased the force of the hammer hitting his skull but at least he was awake now.

He then went back to his pen and paperwork as if he didn’t just do that.

***

The color of the sky morphed from a vantablack to a pleasant blue, a few fluffy white clouds dancing on the light scene and sometimes hiding the harsh rays of the sunlight. It must have been in the afternoon, and Dream was not done with his work. He had managed to reduce his stash by one pile but he still had a long way to go before he could be free to do what he wanted.

His eyes twitched in irritation as if begging him to let them rest. As if on cue, all of his other limbs started to protest vividly as well, especially the fingers which were screaming because of being constantly squeezed at all sides of the pen in his hand. It was soon going to run out of ink, he just knew it.

He let out a sigh, tempted to hit his head onto the desk again but before he could dwell onto the thought, he heard a familiar voice whistling behind him.

“Wow, I’ve never seen so much paperwork for one person in my entire life.” Blue’s sing-song voice echoed in his ears, making them ring agonizingly loud. Dream’s face scrunched in irritation but he kept silent, judging Blue was smart enough to get the hint if he didn’t acknowledge his presence.

“Helloooo?” Blue snapped his fingers in front of the other’s face who didn’t budge at all. “Angel boooy?” He was waving now but he was still ignored, Dream preferring to continue writing as if his life depended on it.

Blue pouted, not appreciating the lack of attention the winged man usually gave him. “You know it’s rude not to answer somebody when they’re talking to you.” The sentence didn’t seem to affect Dream, who kept wordlessly scribbling on the paper in front of him, refusing to look Blue in the eye.

A few more attempts to make Dream look at him later, Blue finally gave up, crossing his arms around his chest. He did not appreciate being ignored so he was looking for a way to get back at him somehow but blackmailing was starting to get repetitive and he quite liked using original ways to get what he wanted.

He looked around, absently tapping on his elbow before his eyes settled on the window sill, tall enough to let a human pass through it. He blinked before a smirk made its way on his face, perfect.

“Fine then, I’ll leave.” Dream waited after he said that, expecting to hear the other teleport to his house or go out of the door but he didn’t. Instead, he heard the window’s lock being fiddled with before it opened. He arched an eyebrow with a questioning look before turning around to look at what the shorter man was doing.

His blood ran cold when he saw him climb on top of the window sill and watched his body disappear under the frame. He didn’t think about it twice before he sent his pen flying across the room and jumped off the chair, knocking it down to the ground. He wobbled for a moment, his legs not used to support his weight anymore, but ignored it before diving down after Blue with his wings spread.

Blue didn’t trick him into thinking he jumped because he actually did, he was falling backwards, eyes glued on the ground below him. Dream flapped his wings a few more times before he got to him, immediately bringing the other one closer and carrying him bridal style.

His limbs were screeching, joints aching painfully as his arms held an entire human being after not being used to do anything but hold a pen. However, the winged man really couldn’t give less of a fuck about it.

After he was sure he wasn’t going to accidentally let go of Blue, he flew back up to his office, somehow managing to make both of them enter by the window. Once he did that, he quite literally threw Blue on the couch near his desk before going back down on solid ground.

The nut-chest haired man landed on the sofa with a soft ‘oof’, not looking the least surprised by ending up here. He flipped around to be laying on his back instead of his stomach just in time to feel the edge of the couch tip because of an additional weight put to it.

He attempted to say something before letting out a squeak while feeling Dream hug him tightly, face buried in his hair. “Why did you do that?” His voice came out as a soft whisper right next to Blue’s ear which made the latter shiver slightly. He was taken back though, he was expecting to sound angry, maybe even shout, but there wasn’t any sign of wrath in his tone. He honestly just sounded upset.

At the other’s lack of response, Dream simply spoke up again. “You know I wouldn’t be able to take it if I lost you too.” His voice cracked in the middle of his sentence, causing Blue to panic.

Things were clearly not going the way he wanted, he was aiming to make Dream slightly mad at him, not make him cry! He hugged him back just as tight before speaking.

“I’m sorry.” He closed his eyes. “I did it because I knew it would grab your attention but even if you didn’t come save me, I wouldn’t have died. I had a plan prepared just in case. After all, dying means I wouldn’t get to stare at your pretty face anymore and I can’t have that.”

To his grand relief, Dream let out a chuckle at the last part. Blue was never going to move on from how beautiful his laugh sounded.

“Dork.” He simply said, not even bothering to speak with correct grammatical sentences anymore.

“However.” Blue’s voice suddenly sounded serious, which made Dream let go of him momentarily. “Now that I have your attention, I think it’s time we fix that self-care routine of yours.”

Dream blinked, not expecting that. “I really don’t think it’s necessary—“

Before he could end his sentence, Blue flipped them over, making them switch positions. Now the blue man was the one on top of the politician.

“No.” His tone left no room for discussion. “If you’re not going to take proper care of yourself then I will do it for you.”

***

After some perilous moments of shoving water and food down Dream’s throat, Blue managed to bully him into sleeping. The other had the audacity to try and protest which resulted in Blue threatening to burn his paperwork if he didn’t do it. The 124 years old definitely got the message and resigned, not without letting out a long sigh.

So they ended up in their current position, Dream laying down on the sofa as his head rested on Blue’s lap while the latter happily petted his hair. The yoga teacher had a dumb smile on his face as he stared at the other’s sleeping face, grin getting wider when he would frown at feeling Blue stopped petting him.

It really wasn’t fair in Blue’s opinion. Some people get to look hot, others cute, but Dream had the privilege of being both of them. When he didn’t look absolutely devastating, he looked absolutely adorable, like right now for example.

His pretty face was currently free from the stress and irritation that usually clouded it and instead of making him look ridiculous, his disheveled hair had added a certain charm to his already gorgeous face. It made him look so cute, being this attractive really should be against the law.

He was heavily tempted to take a picture of this moment, but of course, he wouldn’t show it to anyone else. He deemed that only he had the right to see his angel boy like that and he was sure Dream would agree, you never know what his questionable fans would do if they got a hand on that picture.

While he distracted the sleeping man by even more petting, he silently took out his phone and proceeded to freeze that moment in time. The teacher looked at the picture he just saved with a grin.

That would make an awesome lock screen.

[nach0]

Tugging Strings

Summary:

[Grian] Statement of… actually, you never gave me your name.

[???] Prove you’re not the fae first.

[Grian] How do I do that?

[???] You know what, I never actually figured that out. This is the point where I’m usually running away from angry fae. Lucas Clawthorne.

[Grian] …I see. Statement of Lucas Clawthorne, regarding a strange pulling to this building. Statement begins.

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Word count: 1242

This is inspired by @sixteenth-days' From The Archives series! I figured Lucas would be pretty fun to write a statement for with how absolutely insane their life is and I was right lol

(Looks better on AO3)

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[Grian] Another old statement, I’m not sure how much of this I’ll be able to read. There’s burnt sections all over this page, I can barely read the name.

Well, this is my job. Statement of-

(A door creaks open.)

Hey, who are you?

[???] Oh sorry, is this a bad time? I know I was told to wait, but the tugging got too strong to resist.

[Grian] Tugging? I suppose you’re here to give a statement then, sit down. What kind of tugging are you talking about?

[???] Maybe tugging wasn’t the best word. Nudging might be better. Shoving when I don’t follow it.

How does this whole thing work?

[Grian] You mean to tell me you came into the VOID Institute without knowing what we do?

(Sighing.)

You give a statement about your supernatural experience, and we archive it, investigate it, and try to solve it. Speaking of, I should really start- oh, it’s already on.

Statement of… actually, you never gave me your name.

[???] Prove you’re not the fae first.

[Grian] How do I do that?

[???] You know what, I never actually figured that out. This is the point where I’m usually running away from angry fae. Lucas Clawthorne.

[Grian] …I see. Statement of Lucas Clawthorne, regarding a strange pulling to this building. Statement begins.

[Lucas] I’ll be honest, I don’t exactly expect you to be able to help me. Those much more experienced with magic have tried and failed. But I’m apparently meant to come here, and I clearly don’t have control over my life anymore. If I vanish suddenly, know that means I’ve said too much.

(There’s bitterness in their tone. They cough awkwardly before continuing.)

It all started about... a year and a half ago? Not relatively of course, it’s been far longer from my perspective. I wonder how long this trip will be?

All things considered; it had been a pretty normal day. I went to bed wishing my life didn’t suck quite so much, and then I woke up in Paris.

You guys do have Paris here, right?

[Grian] Yes, we have the city of Paris.

[Lucas] Yeah ok, I know that sounded weird. Just wanted to check.

So I woke up in Paris, and I had wings. Thought it was just a dream at first, especially when I saw the giant monster and superheroes chasing it.

But after a couple of weeks, I couldn’t pass it off as a dream anymore.

And it wasn’t just your regular old magical Paris. It was from a show, one I won’t name just in case, so I decided to insert myself into the plot.

A win-win scenario, you know? Figured if I saved the day I might get to go home, and if I didn’t, well at least the day would be saved.

...I still wonder what would have happened if I’d made a different choice. I’d probably get shoved into it anyway, but...

Going home is never a win.

Beat the bad guy, made some friends, forged a connection that echoes through every time I’m sucked into another one of these, and abruptly woke up.

Even after everything, I was willing to pass it off as a dream. For my sanity’s sake, you know?

But then I saw the notebook.

I’d bought one while I was there, to make note of everything that was true to the show compared to what had changed.

It was sitting on my dresser.

I left it well enough alone, at least at first, but I eventually opened it. Everything was the same, from my scribbled notes to that one page Trixx tried to eat.

It’s in my pocket, if you want to see it. Never runs out of space, and it comes with me every time.

So by that point I knew it wasn’t a dream, but I still had no idea what had happened.

And then it happened again.

A different world, not even on earth to start. And once again, it was a cartoon I’d watched. No wings this time- which as a side note was very distressing. It was so hard to go back to normal life without them, I caught myself more times than I could count about to try and take off from my balcony.

...You have feathers. Do you still have whatever did that to you? Do you think it can do whole wings?

[Grian] I wouldn’t recommend going to Cleo. And I doubt she’d do the same thing twice.

[Lucas] Aww, a shame. But you are the expert.

Cleo was actually pretty nice when we last met. A little bloodthirsty, but we all were. Just part of the game. You especially caused a lot of death. It was fun though, minus all the trauma.

I’m getting off track.

This has been going on ever since then, and I’ve just been dragged around like a puppet on strings fixing issues. It’s not all bad though! I was a dragon in one, which was neat. It was me and my sister against the world, except our hole world was our father.

He died long before I was sucked away, and I call that karma. Just wish the scar he left wasn’t so damn prominent...

I chose to believe that Moon is safe. Killed the bad guy, did my job, made the world safe for her.

And that’s how it goes every time. No matter what I do, friends I make, family I find. I’m always sucked away into another one. Another fictional universe, with anything from one detail to the entire plot changed.

I call it ‘Dimension-Jumping.’ Never figured out how to control it, whether to stop it or stay in one place. I don’t know if I ever will.

(There’s a short silence.)

[Grian] Now when you say it’s always a fictional universe...

[Lucas] Ah, yeah. Sorry, didn’t meant to give anyone existential crises this early. That’s usually saved for when I have to explain why I’m about to vanish forever. If it makes you feel any better, you’re most definitely real. Even if not in my world, your experiences here prove that.

[Grian] Oddly enough, it somewhat does.

[Lucas] I’ve got experience. I’m not being tugged away, so I suppose I have more work to do here. Though from the looks of things, the problem I have to solve may just be your messy as high hell office.

Three moons, does no one clean around here?

[Grian] There’s only one moon.

[Lucas] Only one moon here. Need an assistant?

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[Grian]

There’s no record for anyone named Lucas Clawthorne to be found anywhere. They say it corroborates their story. They’re a good kid if a bit... strange. I took a quick look through their journal, and it wasn’t by Joe Hills, which rules out some of my theories. They didn’t want to get too far from it, and from the amount of notes inside, I can tell why.

Any pushing about family or the puppeteers they mentioned is met with either a changing of the subject or an outright refusal to answer.

It’s a bit worrying.

But they seem happy enough here, and they know their way around the supernatural well enough. Even better than some of our staff if I’m being honest.

Part of me doesn’t want them to be sucked back to whatever home they had before all this started.

From what I’ve seen, they don’t want to either.

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Definitely didn't forget I had a taglist oop:

@a-chilly-pepper @over-emotional-huffelpuff

[dans-kingdom]

Never annoy your friends.

SINCE NO ONE IS DOING THIS I WILL

Summary : The one and only Jack Manifold has an idea, a cure for his boredom, I should say. But Dream, Sapnap and Tommy aren't having it. Jack gets a reasonable punishment for it! :)

Two : Tickling, Minor swearing

Sorry if it's bad it's my first fic in a while!

Jack was bored in florida, he was going to meet Dream and Sapnap though! He was happy, and he was with his best friend, Tommyinnit, they were chatting on the way to Dream and Sapnap's. He was sure that they were going to have a lovely time, although he had some plans to spice things up a bit.

They got to the duo's house and they knocked on the door. As soon as they answered, Tommy lept onto Dream and Sapnap. Jack chuckled a bit and so did everyone else. Sapnap invited them inside and things were going well for now. A good few hours passed and Jack was bored so Jack finally decided to cause some chaos.

"JAAHAHAAACK—" Tommy yelled, "Yes, Tommy?" Jack said. "WHAT THE FUCK MAN?!" "What?" Jack answered. "DON'T FUCKING DO THAT- I COULD'VE DIEHED!" Tommy stated. "How?" Jack said, innocently. "YOU- YO-"

"Boys," Sapnap suddenly spoke. "Don't start." "Alright, Mum." Jack responded. Sapnap was annoyed by that response. Tommy was annoyed too, by Jack unexpectedly tasering his side. Let alone him being the bald man he is.

Anyway back to the point, Dream was looking at some documents listening to music though his headphones. Jack snuck into his room, unplugged it and swiftly ran away like if he was a speedrunner himself. Why was he acting like a child? No clue. Dream glanced at him madly.

He

Was

So

Done.

Tommy and Sapnap were chillin' downstairs and Jack ran into Dream's room. Dream went downstairs to discuss a plan for Jack. "Hey guys!" Dream waved. "Hi Dream Tommy said. " Hello D'" Sapnap said. "Can we like... give a punishment to Jack? He has been annoying us all day!" The others nodded. They were in sence until Tommy remembered.... "NIKI!" Tommy said. "Niki knows Jack's tickle spots." He said, menacingly with an eager grin. "Wow Tommy, nice thinking!" Sapnap said and Dream agreed. Tommy quickly texted Niki on discord.

Big man

Nikiiiiii

∆Niachu∆

Yes Tommyyyyyy??

Big man

Give me Jack's tickle spots please 🥺

∆Niachu∆

Okay.. Knees/Thighs, Tum, Sides, Ribs, Hips, Neck, Back, Jaw and pits

Ears make him melt and so does his jaw and soft tkls >:]

death spots are Back, Ribs, Hips and his TumTum button

Big man

Thank you Niki!!!

∆Niachu∆

Send me a video or you are next, gremlin :)

Big man

uh ok :')

And there it was, Niki had leaked Jack's weaknesses. What could Jack do? He didn't know anything else that was coming. Niki was going to pay though. "JAACK! COME DOWN HERE IT'S IMPORTANT!" Dream shouted. What is so important? Jack thought. He came down, as requested and sat down. "What is it?" He said. "Close your eyes!" Tommy exclaimed. And Jack followed... What a sad mistake. He felt his arms being pulled above his head and him laying down. What were they possibly doing? Then he felt a comfortable weight on his waist. What was going on?! Then, he felt some spidering on his neck. His eyes shot open but immediately closed and scrunched. "Hey-" He might've had a huge smile on his face but he was hiding his emotions. (Or trying to say the least) He squirmed and moved his neck to the other side but there was spidering there too. "H-Heheheheyy! What's thehehe bihig deal?!" He asked. "You've been annoying us all day Jack!" Tommy said as he tasered his side. "WOHOHOhoah! Dohohon't!" He said as he was getting the tasering from earlier. "Payback bitch!" Then Sapnap started to trace his inner knees. "Whyhyhyhyhy?! What the hehehehell dihid I doho?" Jack asked again. "Why?" Dream answered, "Why??? Well you were annoying us allllll day Mr Manifold and now it's your turn." He could hear the evil smirk in the speedrunner's voice. Sapnap and Tommy nodded and started scribbling all over Jack's sides and inner thighs. Jack's eyes shot open. "HeheheEhEHEHy Dohohohon't- nohohohOHOHOho pleHEHEHEASE-" Everyone cooed at the sight. "You brought this upon yourself Jack in the box~" Sapnap teased into his ear. "OhOhohO cOhohOHOme ohoHOHOHON- NOHOHOHOHOHOHO!" Tommy realised where he was on Jack. He had reached his Ribs, what a gold mine it was, the mad man was kicking his legs and he was dangerously close to kick Sapnap in the face. "Woah Niki was right! This was a death spot." Tommy said and the others nodded. Oh so this was NIKI?! She is gonna get payback! If I can get the upper hand... Jack thought. Jack was brought back to reality as Dream blew a raspberry on his neck. "DREHEHEHEAM! PLEHEHE- PLEHEHEASE-" Jack pleaded, he was in agony, ticklish agony that felt like hell, although he regretted nothing of what he'd done. "Say sorry and we'll stop!" Sapnap said in a teasy, sing-song voice. "NEHEHEHEVER!" Jack shouted, his attitude would not be tolerated anymore. They decided to give him a break by going for his tummy and his jaw, Jack melted into the touch but he liked hated this attention torture. Jack was producing sweet giggles from his tummy, which everyone thought was adorable. "Ready for round 2 Jack?" Dream said. "Okahahahay, chahahallenge me. I dahahare youhu." Jack responded. "He's trying to be tough is he?" Tommy suddenly spoke up. "I ahaham a touhuhugh guhuy Tohoh- Tohohomy!" "You sureeeeeeeee?" Sapnap said dragging out his words. "Yehehehes!" Sapnap quickly swiped a finger across his hips, Jack bit his lip and squeaked in response. "Somebody has ticklish hips hm?" Sapnap started to trace his hips and earned an endearing response. "PlehehEhese- SahaHAHAHpnahahap dohOHOhon't!" Everyone especially Tommy awwed at the boy, they'd never seen Jack like this. But they thought this was the final blow so they flipped him over and started to go on his back, it was a banger and I shit you not, he fucking squealed. "GUHUHUHUHUYS! PLEHEHEASE DOHOHOHON'T IHIHIT TIHIHIHCKLES SO FUHUHUCKING BAHAHAD! CAHAHAN YOHOHOU LIKE GOHOHOHOHO SOMWHEHERE EHELSE?!" The sight was majestic. Literally this emoji describes how I feel right now. -🥺 "Jeez man, you're a walking death spot." Tommy said. "JUHUHUHUST- IHIHI'M SOHOHOHORRY!" Jack shouted. They all backed away to let the mad man breathe. "Youhu guys are the wohohorst!" Jack stated the obvious. "Want a round three?~" Sapnap asked. "NO- NO NO NO." Jack quickly said.

The video Niki asked for was never received.....

GREMLINS NEXT-

But that's it and I hope you enjoyed my fic!

I sound like a youtuber-