#sometimes you have a really stupid idea and you just gotta run with it

[naturalshocks]

Fixed it. Acrylic paint, white ink and coloured pencil on paper.

[kalims]

pop !

giving them a balloon with a confession in it and running away,

premise. out of confession ideas? sick of the pile of stupid papers crumpled up on the leg of your desk? or perhaps you're just in the 'you only live life once' mindset. since the school year is ending, why not get rid of the annoying feeling of him tingling your mind? (in the form of a balloon, you never said you were gonna stick around!)

characters. all sorted by dorm

content. mc runs away after giving it, based on a tiktok I stumbled across approximately a year ago... mentions of marriage (one sign and some were speeding through the future)

note. savanaclaws part hmmm yummy

heartslabyul

unsurprisingly, riddle gets a lot of bizarre things from students and professors alike. confessions are one thing but having one in this... circular, red, full of helium balloon is certainly a surprise. creative, he'll give them that. if anything he's just confused with it in his arms as you just sort of, shove it in his arms and run away. he recognizes you easily but once cater plucks it out of his grip and shows him the message he just turns red.

trey is the type of guy to accept whatever you give him, honestly. it doesn't matter if you give him the most random of items, he'll take it without a single word of query (unless it's really questionable.) you could hand him a bottle of mustard in class, trey'll just blink and hold onto it patiently. a pair of batteries? thanks he guesses. a red, inflated balloon? he spares you a questioning glance but you're already collecting dust with how fast you ran away so he turns it and resists a smile. clearly spotting the bold letters.

the opposite of clover, cater just doesn't take anything from you unless it piques his interest or is just a casual 'hold onto this for a few' like water or something. things bordering past unusual is what he'd hesitate to take, though less given he trusts you. sometimes he doesn't take it all together simply cause he doesn't feel like it. caters probably updated on everything so when you shove the balloon in his arms and beeline he's pulling out his phone ready to scream his ass off in his dump account. (also gotta magicam this, duh.)

will most likely just dump it on the ground without another thought. or hand it back to you. ace does not care about balloons, he might even pop it in your face. that is, if you stayed for more than a second. he feels more inclined to peer further cause you ran away so fast. you looked embarrassed, and he finds out quickly why you'd proceed to never show up to his face for the following week when he spots it. stares at it dumbly for like, a minute before taking off after you... be scared ig.

added to the top ten best moments of his life note on his phone. deuce silently highlights your name on it with the same angry, red bump on his forehead because he accidentally ran into a pole midst trying to find you around the campus. he had the same idea as ace (twins) which is finding you immediately except once he read the confession he promptly lost all his braincells in the process. so he's very excited, slash embarrassed, slash shy? and can't conjure any logic cause it's just your face.

savanaclaw

jokes on you. you think he's gonna make an effort to catch your stupid balloon? leona just watches it drop to the floor. the effort is only exerted when he's absolutely sure you've run away on your slow legs, he's not bashful—not at all. maybe that's just denial speaking though. he takes one look at the balloon, and pops it with a single dig of his nail. the stare is so brief that you'd doubt if he ever read it at all, when the evidence of your apparent love is now non-existent in the physical world, very much still lingering inside him. leona comes to the predicament that he can't seem to sleep days after.

ruggie is all too familiar with the lack of appreciation some folks hold towards cheaper material gifts. like a luxury jewel, a big, shiny lil' thing ultimately rotting in the closet of some soul cause its the 'price' that counts. he spots the words easily, discerning the black ink. not entirely formed with straight lines, the keen eyes of his spots the wriggles some hold. as though whoever wrote was nervous and he bores an impish grin. (and some back corner of his closet holds no big, pricey jewel, but the deflated balloon is worth all the more to him.)

more likely to leave it on accident. after falling victim to the annoying pranks his other first year 'friends' like to do, with him as the victim apparently. he's more suspicious of it than anything, jack does not want a face full of whipped cream once again. he stares at it like it's an alien and only goes for the initiative to take it into his hands when it rolls and showcases the very bold text, highlighted and straight to the point. jack inevitably ends up accidentally popping it due to the fear that some other person probably saw it, he did not mean to wreck it. atleast not with a messy chain of thoughts, but hey. atleast he got the message...

octavinelle

well versed in catching you in a gentle manner, if you ever slipped (he definitely did not practice.) so azul's reflexes respond quick enough to capture the red little thing with ease. he recognizes it as one of your antics, and he rarely doesn't humor them since it was harmless ones that don't really get under his skin, unlike that of the tweels... the curiosity of looking forward to whatever you had far outweighed any annoyance, and great sevens he might actually combust. ("JADE PREPARE THE LOUNGE—") <- absolutely ready to initiate the plans he had detailed through a script ages ago if this were to ever happen, with a red face. ha, ha.

either clueless, or already got an idea based entirely on the adorably stiff look on your face. jade easily puts two and two together, it's quite funny because he picks it up and doesn't spare a single look. stalking off to find you immediately, and only then does he take a peek as to whatever made the balloon special, right in front of you cause apparently he's gotta witness your raw embarrassment in the flesh?

floyd is likely not interested in the ball in the first place, he thinks you want to play catch so he runs after you with a laugh that... makes you a lot more concerned. he flings it uselessly to the face of some poor soul before he sprint after you, probably traumatizing them when they spot the 'I like you' on it, and when they realize they got it from the resident terrorist whose definition of 'I like you' is 'you're entertaining, I'm gonna keep on playing with you'. (only blinks when you tell him about it, seeing as he isn't close to releasing you anytime soon from his arms.) caught you!

scarabia

sparkles, around the sun... too bright... kalim's blinding everyone else with his obvious joy. almost immediately turns it and it's clear he saw something he really liked cause he has one of those grins, really wide, showing off his teeth and his face scrunches up to the point where you could barely spot the red irises of his eyes. his lips are wobbly too! and he thought the notion was simply too cute... (so much he just had to send it back, so you could feel what he felt too!) except it comes in a hundred times balloons inside your home.

really confused. is this supposed to be a new form of comfort in the era that he hasn't caught up with yet? jamil does nothing much to stop you from running away, yeah. that's your choice but it did strike an inkling of suspicion in him. with the way you aggressively shoved the balloon in his arms before you ran away makes him think it's contents are supposed to be for him only. seeing as you collected dust with that sprint, so he brings it home. and damn, thank god he did because seven forbid if anyone else actually saw the flicker of bashfullness in his expression, hopefully not his warming ears either.

pomefiore

you try to fool him by not rushing up to him, shoving it and then speeding away for once. but instead calmly placing it in his arms and then walking away like it might be the last time yall have a friendship haha (👀) vil sees right through you either way. dare I say he thinks the whole execution is strange, he means, you could literally just walk up to him and say the exact same thing written on the balloon and he would've loved it either way but eh, atleast you got it out!

don't walk into his room cause you will probably the very prominent place the balloon has in his room. rook surprisingly did not put it on a pedestal which is tame for his nature, but it does have a place in the corner of stuff he absolutely adores. you'd think you'd spared yourself from the embarrassment of seeing his reaction cause c'mon, that was a confession. it's nerve-wracking! but NO cause you spy him outside the window of your class and suffer a heart attack (3rd floor btw)

wherever he read that, epel's jaw drops. people would mistake him as someone who escaped from a mental asylum from the way he's gaping at a balloon like he just got told vil schoenheit got canceled on magicam for some controversy (he in fact, did not.) spends so much time staring at it, and the following where he's managed to snap out of it is spent also staring off into the distance *wedding bells ringing*

ignihyde

uuuuhhhhh... either send it to him digitally or shove it inside his room and dip?? if we're going with the latter, idia doesn't even notice until like, a day after cause he's been playing for. and it isn't even him who notices!! it's ortho!!! even if he did find it he would've ignored it, but behold, ortho, who reads the text in a hilariously flat tone. idia thought his brother was professing his love until the boy reveals it was from you. (nearly falls off the chair, then actually falls when he realizes it's been a day. imagine getting ghosted irl haha)

ortho could be the delivery boy if you're too embarrassed lmao. will help you in constructing a more poetic way with words but honestly the "YOU'RE CUTE LETS DATE" gets it done. boy probably doesn't understand why you don't wanna do it yourself, and records the entire thing, reaction of the person? forwarded to you until he leaves. but now you're suffering through wanting to watch, and not because you're too pussy to actually do it.

diasomnia

what... malleus is the equivalent of '???' like he's seen a few of these unique, forms but he never got the purpose of them. so he assumes it's like, some nice gift of human traditions question mark. so he appreciates it either way, he looks content honestly which is funny cause the terrifying wizard looks kinda silly holding that balloon like it's a child. actually you should've just gave him a blank balloon cause once he spots the confession, oh honey. are you fine with early marriage?

if you can't find lilia might as well yeet the balloon in the ceiling. chances are, he's there and he's gonna catch it. there's already a cheeky smile quirking up the ends of his lips, usually he'd have some sort of retaliation on the personal attack you inflicted on his heart but oh dear, it's strangely blank. he's humming, the round thing upside down as he rubs his chin in contemplation. everyone's just scared at the echoing giggles of the already dark hallway.

an attack? AN ATTACK! unlike lilia who knows how to use the figurative words youth joke about all the time, sebek is... hilariously serious about most things, if not so much that it strikes just a teeny tiny concern in your mind. honestly you didn't take much into account, not the fact that he might consider it as an assault or something because you're already speeding away. apparently not having gotten too far cause he catches up easily and holds you up by the back of your collar like a cat. (you'd most likely have to mention the words cause all he registered was the apparent attack, when he does check he goes redder in the face and accidentally drops you. nows your chance to run!!)

*angelic voice singing* silver, my boo boo, I mean what...? felt something soft being squeezed into his arms, he knew it was you but assumed it was a pillow so he just?? used it as a pillow?? under his head now?? most folks would be confused at the sight of the sleepy guy laying on a balloon cause, one, it might pop and startle everyone in vicinity, two, there's words scribbled on it. although cut off since his head is blocking the way, but the 'LIKE YOU' is really obvious. so he wakes up, glances at it and goes back to sleep, except he couldn't cause the balloon actually popped comically the same time he absorbed it in.

[arminsumi]

🔞 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐃𝐍𝐈 / 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : fem reader / Gojo Satoru

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : smut, breeding kink, pregnancy stuff

Maybe he's got a freaky sixth sense, or maybe there's some scientific studies to back it up; but Gojo can tell when you're ovulating. And it turns him on — of course it does. He has a bigger breeding kink than you do.

He comments a "Oh, you're ovulating." after sniffing you, which makes you do a double take, like he's insane. Because he is insane, he pays closer attention to your cycle than you do.

He researches positions that help conception, bends and pushes you into them, and fucks you deep.

"Baby, I know it's too deep but just keep taking it okay? I'm gonna get you pregnant this time."

He's so determined to give you his baby that he tries everything to increase the chances; staying inside you for 5 minutes after shooting his load in, having you rest with a pillow under your back so your hips are raised — "Gotta help my lil' guys swim." he acts like an idiot about it, but sweetly so. Nothing excites him more than the idea of being a dad, except the idea of fathering your children.

After sex, when the two of you are cleaning up, Satoru feels over and massages your tummy with a small smile on his face. He's lost in thought, hair all messy and face tired like he's run a mile, hopeful that this time he got you pregnant.

He'll pamper you like his queen, humming and going to the ends of the earth to get you anything you ask for. Really fawns over you when you're ovulating, and lays on the compliments thick while snuggling your neck and creeping his fingers up your thighs — pretty soon he'll sink them inside and stretch you out on them, preparing you for what he cutely calls "baby making" but is actually sweaty, nasty, kinky sex.

Satoru's going to push into you as deep as you allow him, and then some more just to test your limits, pinning your wrists down and whispering sultrily into your ear about how well you take him, how beautiful you sound, how good it feels to fuck your fertile pussy knowing he'll most definitely get you pregnant because his cum is perfect, thick and sticky and gooey and pungent, just like he is — the cocky bastard.

When his creampie makes you cum, A-spot pressured with his pulsing tip, he grins so wide that you scold him about it. "Stop grinning like a psychopath." you pant. He just responds with a stupid, "D'you feel pregnant?" as if it happens so fast. "Gee, I don't know, we should go again just to make sure — that was a joke, that was a joke! My legs are tired you bastard!" too late, he's flipping you over and slowly filling you up again.

Of course, he has to get a creampie in every day. Sometimes even a few times a day. Sometimes even at 4 AM when you swat him for being a horny idiot — it takes five minutes to give in because you can hear the need in his voice when he whines "Please?" and starts humping against you, "I've got so much for you." he says and though it sounds so sweet in his soft, bedroom voice it's hard to take him as innocent, because his boner is grinding hard and hot against you.

© 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐢

[ghostkennedy]

Everybody's Gotta Die Sometime

~step brother Ghostface! Leon Kennedy x fem! Reader~

happy halloween to my ghostface leon fuckers. and to hopefully my new ghostface leon fucker recruits. <3 (shoutout to @lipglossanon for making me discover my love of stepcest. and shoutout to @delusionalbunni for requesting this. and everyone in the discord server for giving me ideas constantly)

Word count: 5419

Content warnings: DEAD DOVE DON'T FUCKING EAT IT, dubcon, noncon, dom leon, stepcest, kidnapping, drugging, bodily harm, wounds, cuts, blood, knife usage, serial killer, murders, stalking, pervert leon, discusses scenes from Scream, pet names, degradation, praise, dry humping, aggressive sex, finger sucking, slapping, ass slapping, daddy kink, baby trapping, forced impregnation, talk of body changes, talk of lactation, spitting, blood eating, BREEDING KINK, p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampie, and more dirty talk then you'll know what to do with

!!!!!!!MINORS DNI! GHOSTKENNEDY IS STRICTLY 18+!!!!!!!!

“Run, my pretty bunny,” he whispers in your ear before pushing you down into the mud. A yelp of pain escapes from your throat as you connect with the unforgiving ground. Blood is already running down your chest from where he cut you just moments ago. A little slice to show you just how serious he was. And if it weren’t for the adrenaline coursing through your veins, you’re sure it’d hurt like a bitch.

“By time I count to twenty, you better be out of my fucking sight.” 

You push yourself up with all the strength you can muster and force yourself to move forward as he starts counting behind you. The drugs are still flowing through you, making your blood feel thick like honey. Your brain is enveloped in a dense fog that has you disorientated as you weave through the heavily wooded forest.

You know you don’t stand a chance; of course you don’t. But he wants to play this stupid game of cat and mouse, so you’ll play along; it’s probably the only way you’ll make it out of this alive. 

Your legs are unsteady as you traverse the uneven terrain, using tree branches to keep yourself up on your feet. 

Why you of all people? 

The Ghostface copy-cat killer has been terrorizing this small town for months now and you’d never heard of him taking any of his victims to the woods to play “chase.” His murders have always been quick, spontaneous, and brutal. There had never been mentions of a second location. 

You must be one lucky girl. 

You remember walking home from work. Sure, it was late at night so it was pretty dark, but you didn’t have any other choice. Your boss asked you to stay late, and if you had any hope of being brought on full time, you couldn’t say no.

So you said yes and before you could make it home, someone was grabbing you from behind and holding a towel up over your nose and mouth. Then everything went black.

And then you woke up, tied up in the woods with a bag over your head. The bag was quickly yanked off and the first thing you saw was that fucking mask. The Ghostface mask. 

You tried to fight him as best as you could, but you were far too weak, and he was far too strong. You never really stood a chance. You pleaded with him, begged him to let you go, but you were only met with anger. 

You knew you were poking the bear when you told him he wouldn’t actually do anything. And when he sliced you open across your chest with his blade, you only really had yourself to blame. And when he told you to run, that he wanted to play with you, you weren’t in any position to fight him on it.

So now you’re running through the dark wooded area. You don’t have a fucking clue where you are, you don’t know where you’re headed, you don’t have a plan, and possibly the worst part? You don’t know where he is. You somehow preferred being in that small clearing with him taunting and tormenting you than being out here amongst the trees all alone, every little sound making you jump out of your skin.

How long have you been running through the woods? Time seems to be passing by so slowly as you put forth your best effort. You’re leaned up against a tree, clinging to the bark to keep from completely toppling over. You’re so lightheaded, your head spinning, you don’t know which way is up and which way is down as the world spins around you.

Your lungs ache from the overexertion, the only things you can focus on being the sound of your heart beat pounding in your ears and fighting back the vomit threatening to spill from your throat. 

Your eyes roll into the back of your head, your arms too weak to keep hanging onto the tree. You feel yourself falling backwards, feel yourself fainting and not being able to do anything to stop it. 

Before your body can connect with the ground, arms are wrapping around you just like they had before you passed out the first time. You groan out in pain as you’re laid gently on the forest floor.

Your head is still spinning, your eyes unable to focus as you hear a distant voice talking to you.

You slowly come back to yourself and when you do, you realize you’re looking up at Ghostface himself.

“Are you okay? Can you hear me?” He questions you. You try to answer him, but your words die in your throat. You’re still feeling too weak to even speak.

You look up at the moonlight breaking through the trees above you, thinking about how pretty of a view you get to witness while dying. You guess if you did have to choose, this is the sight you’d choose to experience while your body slowly gives up on itself.

You’re pulled from your thoughts when hands grasp your face firmly and pull you to look ahead of you. It takes a minute for you to fully process that Ghostface no longer has his mask on. And you’re sure you’ve died or are hallucinating as death pulls you under when you see the killer’s real face. And it’s not just any face, because that would be too simple. No, it’s one you recognize and one you recognize well.

You choke out words, them barely coming out above a whisper, “Leon? Is that you?”

His cocky, shit eating grin takes over his entire face. You don’t need him to respond anymore. That look is undeniably and so certainly Leon fucking Kennedy.

“In the flesh, baby sis,” he rubs his thumb across your cheek. 

“Are you- you’re Ghostface? Like, the Ghostface?” You’re trying to process what’s happening, but it’s so fucking unreal. There has to be some other explanation. 

“You’ve always been such a stupid girl.” He shakes his head as he fights back a smirk. “You never connected the dots? Never pieced it together for yourself?”

You stare up at him, giving up fighting your tears.

“What do you mean?”

“It’s you. All the random murders? Oh baby. They weren’t random,” he laughs with a look of disbelief on his face. “Let’s see. Your boyfriend? Couldn’t have him thinking what’s mine belongs to him. That girl that used to live in our neighborhood? She was always such a bitch to you.”

You search his face for any signs of what he’s getting at, but you don’t find any answers. “I don’t understand.”

“How about that barista who always had an attitude with you? Your old manager who made you uncomfortable and didn’t give a shit?”

All you can do is stare up at him. What does your old boss have to do with this? And what barista is he talking about? They’re all bitchy at the coffee shop near your place. If someone was ever nice to you there, you’d be worried about what’s wrong with the world.

“Oh! I know what’ll make you a happy little bunny! Any guesses?”

“I don’t suppose it’s you changing your mind and letting me go?”

Leon bursts out laughing at your response, “You’re so silly. No, baby. I found the lady who did that hit and run on your car. She was drunk off her ass that day and the day I found her. It amazes me how the police could never find her, yet it only took me two days. Now they’ll really never find her.”

He brings his face down to yours, until he’s barely a few inches away from you.

“You killed them?”

“Every one of them.”

“And what about the others?”

He reaches up and brushes a strand of hair out of your face. “Some were for practice, some were for fun.” He shrugs as if he isn’t admitting to a bunch of murders. “But if they were an inconvenience to us, they had to go.”

“None of them had to die, Leon.”

“Everybody dies, bunny. Better to be by my hand than some flesh eating disease, right?” The hand not caressing your face starts to slowly roam your body, his fingers gently running down your side. 

“Please let me go. You don’t have to do this.”

You try to shake yourself beneath him, but he’s using all of his weight to pin you to the cold, muddy ground.

“Big brother just wants to take care of his little sis,” Leon coos at you, his fringe sticking to his forehead as the blood there slowly dries.

“You’re not my fucking brother, Leon. We haven’t seen each other since we were kids.” Your voice is mean, a complete contrast from the way you look. Covered in mud, tears, sweat, and blood. You can taste it on your lips.

He laughs down at you. “We haven’t? Baby. I see you all the time. I see you behind the counter at work. I see you at the grocery store when you need to pick up some milk and bread. I see you when you check your pockets for your wallet and keys before you go in the back door of your house.” He drags his knife down your neck, hard enough to sting but gentle enough to not break the skin. “I see you with your fingers buried deep in that tight cunt when you think no one is watching. I don’t just see it either, I hear it. I hear how loud and needy you are. It’s as if you’re subconsciously begging for big brother’s cock. Calling out for me to stuff this little pussy full, breed that tight hole until you can’t take it anymore. I see you everywhere you go baby, even in the privacy of your own bedroom.”

You can’t formulate a response, so you just stare up at him dumbfounded. You hope he’s bluffing–he has to be bluffing.

“So maybe you haven’t seen me since we were kids, but I see you all the time, sweet baby sis.”

“You’re lying. Anybody could say that vague shit.” You give him a dirty look as he presses the blade harshly against your skin. You hiss out at the stinging pain and cringe as you feel your warm blood ooze from the fresh wound.

“Oh? You don’t believe me?” You shake your head, further cutting yourself on the knife, yelping before stilling yourself once again. Quickly trying to correct your mistake.

“Hmm, let’s see,” he shifts his eyes as if deep in thought. “What about that step brother porn you’re always watching? Oh step bro, we can’t do this. Mom and Dad will catch us!” Your face heats at his words. “Or maybe when you shoved your hand in your panties while watching Scream? You came how many times? Do you remember, baby sis?”

You stumble over your words. “I-, um, well, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You give him a stern look, trying to emphasize your seriousness, but it’s useless.

His hand quickly wraps around your throat and squeezes. You struggle beneath him as your air is cut off, but he only squeezes tighter. 

“Stay. Still!” He screams right in your face and you freeze in fear. You hold yourself as still as possible despite not being able to breathe.

“Remember when you came when Tatum got stuck in the garage door? Or maybe when Billy revealed he was Ghostface? Or when Billy and Stu were stabbing each other?”

“No,” you squeak out, barely able to speak with your constricted airway. 

He squeezes even tighter, your face is on fire as you gasp and whine for air.

“Don’t fucking lie to me, you fucking brat.” He shakes your whole body with just the grip on your throat. “You gonna tell me the truth?” He yells out as your vision starts to blur from lack of oxygen.

He loosens his grip enough to allow some air to enter your lungs. “Tell me, god dammit!”

“Okay!” You choke out and he releases your throat. You desperately suck in air and cough from the ache in your throat. “Okay. It’s true, okay?”

“What’s true? Use your words, princess.”

“I fucking touched myself while watching a Ghostface movie! Is that what you wanted to hear? Wanted to hear me admit it even though you fucking saw it! I got off watching it, okay?”

More tears stream down your face, shame filling you after your confession. Speaking the words out loud makes it all the more real, all the more embarrassing.

How the fuck did you end up here? Exhausted in the mud beneath your ex step brother?

He sits back on his haunches and picks the mask up off the ground, quickly slipping it back on and adjusting it back into place. When his hand falls back to his side, you notice the blood smears left behind on his white mask. Your blood stains it. 

“See something you like, princess?” Leon quirks his head to the side, his voice teasing. Your face immediately heats up from being caught staring. You hadn’t meant to be staring so long.

You avert your eyes, looking off into the trees and avoiding his mask completely. 

“Why do you think I wear this fucking mask?” He spits out, aggressively grabbing your chin and making you look right into the empty eyes of the mask.

You whimper out and shake your head no. He lessens his grip on your chin in favor of running his thumb softly over your cheek. 

“Oh, baby. It’s all for you. Don’t you see it? I killed them all for you, I chose this mask because it gets you all wet, and now?” He chuckles and brings his mouth up to your ear. He whispers as if he’s divulging you in some deep, dark secret, “Now, I’m gonna fuck you while wearing this mask. And you’re gonna fucking love it.”

Your jaw drops as your eyes nearly bulge out of your head. “Wha-what? No.”

“I wasn’t asking.”

He grinds his pelvis into your abdomen and that’s when you feel it. His hard cock pushes against you and it solidifies his claim. He’s really going to fuck you.

And you want to be disgusted, you want to scream and push him off, but you don’t say a word as you clench your thighs together. You had been so caught up in the chase, so caught up in putting up a fight that you didn’t stop and realize how fucking wet you are.

You cringe at the throbbing in your cunt. Your panties and thighs are soaked, you’re sure you’ve soaked all the way through your pants as well.

You want to explain it off. It’s just an adrenaline response, it’s out of your control. But as he continues to grind into you, you find your hips raising up and meeting his rhythm. Your lip is bleeding from how harshly you’re biting it, your hands curled into clenched fists.

“There she is. There’s my dirty fucking bunny. Knew you wouldn’t be able to help yourself, knew you needed your big brother’s cock.”

You whine at his words, his clothed crotch grinding into yours causing your panties to dig into your throbbing clit. The friction is so good, it has sweat beading down your back, but it just isn’t fucking enough. Not nearly enough.

“Leon,” your voice is high pitched and whiny. You lift your hands from beneath his thighs and reach out to cling to him, but he’s quick to grab your wrists in one of his hands and pin them above your head.

“None of that, baby sis. Use your words for me. What do you want?”

“Please,” you both continue rolling your hips together, finding an achingly perfect rhythm. If he keeps this up, keeps grinding into that spot that’s just right over and over, you’re gonna cum just like this. 

He grinds into your clit particularly hard and it has your eyes rolling back, a pathetic moan falling from your lips and echoing out in the empty woods surrounding you.

“Please what, princess? If I don’t know what you want I can’t give it to you. And I’ll stop right now.”

“No!”

“Then use your fucking words, you dumb bunny,” He spits at you angrily. His muffled voice through the Ghostface mask sounds like sex itself. He could say anything to you right now and it would have you drooling for him.

“Wanna cum,” you whine out, toes curling in your shoes.

He slows his hips, just barely continuing to grind into you. “Not enough.”

“Jesus fucking Christ, I want you to fuck me. Please, fuck me. I need you inside of me.”

“See? Not so hard is it? You want big brothers cock stuffing this slutty pussy full?

You arch your back, pushing your body up into his in desperation. “Yes. Please, fuck. Need your cock.”

“Who’s cock?”

“Yours?” 

“Nu uh, not good enough.”

You whine out, kicking your feet in frustration. “Big brother’s cock. I need my big brother’s cock inside of me. I wanna feel it.”

He sits back on his haunches, releasing your hands from his grasp. His hands go down to start undoing his belt as you reach out and palm his cock through his black jeans.

You gasp as you feel how fucking big he is.

Leon clicks his tongue as he releases his belt and slowly starts working the zipper on his jeans down, “What? Not what you were expecting?”

You whimper at his cocky tone, unable to speak. The only thing you can focus on is getting his cock inside of you.

“Need your big brother to fill you up with his big cock?”

“Yes. Please,” you whine as you wiggle beneath him. You can’t make yourself stay still, your body thrashes with need. 

His pants are undone, barely hanging onto his hips when he releases your legs and pulls you up into a sitting position. He grabs your shirt and quickly pulls it over your head, tossing it off to the side haphazardly. He doesn’t even bother pulling your leggings off, grabbing the crotch and tearing it open.

“Hands and knees,” he instructs you and you immediately comply, rolling over and pushing your ass up in the air for him.

He groans at the sight of your lace panties clinging to your pussy, your arousal working as a glue. He tears your leggings further, not stopping until your whole ass is exposed for him.

He runs his fingers over your panty clad pussy and it has you pressing yourself back into his touch. He makes a sound of disapproval before a loud smack rings out, followed by a sharp stinging pain in your ass cheek. 

He presses his chest into your back, bringing his mouth down to your ear. “Such an impatient slut,” he growls as he grinds his bare cock against you. 

You go to turn your head to look back at him, but his hand is quick to grab your face and force you to look forward, before his hand roughly covers your mouth.

“Stay fucking still,” he hisses out at you, causing all of your muscles to freeze up in fear. The tone of his voice sends shivers down your spine. Part of you hates it, but another part, a much bigger part, loves it and has your pussy clenching around nothing. 

“That’s it. Stay still like a good fuck bunny for your big brother.”

You feel him pull your panties away from your pussy and bunch them up and out of the way, before his fingers lightly graze around your needy hole. 

“So fucking wet. And you tried saying you didn’t want this,” he chuckles directly into your ear, sounding like pure sex to you. He releases your mouth and instead pushes your face to the ground and holds the back of your neck instead. 

His free hand leaves where he was teasing your hole, surprising you when he grabs one of your hands and brings it back to your wet cunt.

“Feel how fucking wet you are.” He pushes your fingers up against your soaked clit and your legs quiver at the sudden stimulation. “Feel that, bunny? Feel what your big brother did to you?”

You moan out as he continues rubbing your fingers into your clit.

“Yes,” your voice comes out whiny, “Big brother gets my pussy so wet.”

“Good girl. Should I give you what you want? Want me to shove my cock in my little sister’s pussy?” 

You push your ass back against his groin again. “Yes, your little sister needs her pussy bred.”

He pulls your hand from your clit and brings your wet fingers up to your mouth. “Here. Open up and tell me how this slutty pussy tastes.” 

You’ve barely opened your mouth before he’s pushing his fingers down against your tongue, causing you to eagerly lick and suck them clean. 

“That’s it, taste this sweet fucking pussy for me. Such a good slut, huh? Nothing but a fuck bunny for me,” he shoves his fingers to the back of your throat, forcing you to fight your gag reflex while tears slip from your eyes.

You choke around his fingers and he quickly pulls them from your throat.

“You like tasting your own slutty pussy?”

You can’t stop the moan that slips past your lips, “Yes. I love it.”

“You love what? Come on, baby. Use your words so I can reward you.”

Another harsh slap to your ass has you yelping out, “I love tasting my own pussy. Love when big brother makes me taste myself.”

You crane your neck to look back at Leon and he lets you look at him. Mask still in place, t-shirt bunched up above his belly, his pants and boxers pushed down his thighs. 

His cock is right against your needy hole. Just one small movement of his hips and you could finally feel him inside of you.

“There you go. Watch as big brother spreads you open on his cock.”

And then he slowly pushes forward and you look into his mask as you finally feel him inside of you. 

Your pussy is immediately clenching around him. Weak little moans continuously falling from your lips as he pushes in further and further. 

“Such a tight pussy, fuck.” He praises as he bottoms out and holds his dick inside of you. “You were made to take big brother’s cock. Look so fucking perfect like this.”

You whimper softly into the ground at his words, staying still and willing yourself to adjust to his massive dick. You feel split in half already and he hasn’t even started fucking you yet.

His hand runs up and down your back, along your spine gently. “That’s it, you got this, pretty bunny. Gonna bread this tight cunt, ruin you for anyone else.”

“Pl-please,” you whined out, “Please fuck me. I want it so bad. Big brother, please-”

You can’t even finish begging before he’s pulling out and roughly shoving his cock back into you.

“Oh my god,” your voice comes out in a tone you don’t even recognize as your own. “Yes, yes, yes, please. Oh fuck.”

He roughly grips your hip as he effortlessly thrusts in and out of your soaking wet pussy. 

“You like that, baby sis? Already going dumb on my cock and I haven’t even properly started fucking you yet. Such a pathetic little whore, my pathetic little whore. Taking my cock so fucking well.”

Your eyes roll into the back of your head as he slowly starts to pick up the pace of his thrusts. 

“All yours. Your whore,” you aren’t able to finish your statement before he starts aggressively fucking his cock into you. The only sounds leaving your mouth are broken gasps. The pleasure is too intense for you to make any other noise, mouth stuck open on a silent moan.

He moves his hand from the back of your throat, instead grabbing a handful of your hair harshly and yanking you back until your head is against his shoulder. The moan you release is nothing short of pornographic at the pain in your scalp.

He chuckles before speaking right against your ear, “Fucking take it, you stupid whore. Dumb little sis likes it rough. I’ll fucking give it to you just like you want it. Gonna fucking break you.”

“Oh fuck yes, daddy,” you don’t even register the words you’ve said until Leon let’s out a loud moan.

“Daddy? You dirty little girl. Want daddy to breed you? Need daddy to take care of you?”

“Yes. God, yes.” You’re too far gone in a pleasure filled haze to be embarrassed about calling him daddy. Fuck, you’d call him anything he asks right now.

“Gonna let daddy put a baby in you? Keep you tied to me forever.” He’s practically growling in your ear at this point, so worked up over you calling him daddy. “Gonna swell up with my baby and everyone will know how good I fuck you.”

“No, daddy, we can’t,” you try to reason with him through your brain fog.

He laughs loudly in your ear. “But I can, and I will. God, your boobs are gonna fucking leak all over. Gonna fucking suck those milky tits dry.”

You can’t stop yourself from clenching around his dick at his filthy words.

“Ugh, knew you’d like that. Gonna be tied to daddy forever. You’ll never fucking escape me. Gonna keep this pussy stuffed, gonna make you pop out all my babies. Gonna fucking show you how much of a daddy I am, baby.”

He quickly pulls out of you making you whine out in disappointment. But it doesn’t last long, as he throws you on your back. He wraps your thighs around his hips and shoves his dick back inside of you. 

He goes back to his unforgiving pace and all you can do is stare up into the Ghostface mask, which only intensifies your pleasure.

Your hands trail up his chest until you’re gripping the back of his neck and pulling him closer into you. You go back and forth between staring into the mask and squeezing your eyes shut.

You don’t know what comes over you, but you're desperate for skin to skin contact. So you grab the hem of his shirt and yank it over his head, but in the process, you pull his mask off with it. 

Then it’s just you and Leon staring right at each other’s faces. Sweat pours from his forehead, his mouth slightly agape as he pants from the exertion, and his eyes blown wide with lust. He looks like an absolute madman, but you suppose that’s because he is.

You wrap your arms around his neck and pull yourself up into his body. Your chest presses into his as you connect your lips with his. One of his arms wraps around your lower back while he uses his other arm to hold you two up. He thrusts, never once slowing.

The kiss is sloppy. Your tongues immediately come together and explore each other completely. Spit drips down your chin as you moan into the kiss.

He bites your lip, you bite his. He sucks on your tongue, you suck on his. He sucks your lips until they ache, and you suck his lips with everything you have.

You finally break the kiss, but keep your foreheads pressed together. 

Leon pushes your bodies down, your back connecting harshly to the cold ground. He grabs your calves and brings your ankles to his shoulders.

“Oh god, daddy. Yes, fuck, please, fuck, just like that. Please, please, please, daddy, fuck.” You don’t process anything you’re saying. Words just keep falling from your lips as he continuously pounds deeply into you.

“I’m gonna fucking fill you up, baby sis. And you’re gonna take all of it. God, gonna breed my baby sister’s tight pussy. Gonna let daddy breed you, baby?”

“Yes, yes, yes, please.” 

He brings his hand down between you two, ru

bbing your clit harshly causing you to cry out loudly at the intensity.

“Who’s gonna breed this pussy? Who’s baby is gonna grow in this fucking belly?”

Your eyes are rolling into the back of your head as your whole body feels more and more wound up, fastly approaching your release.

“Fucking answer me. Who’s breeding this tight cunt? Who’s cock are you gonna cum all over?”

“Yours. Yours, daddy. Gonna, fuck, gonna cream my big brother’s big fucking cock.”

“Yeah, that’s it baby. Tell me how it feels. Tell me how good big brother’s cock is making you feel.” He’s groaning, borderline growling, as he ruthlessly pounds into you.

You force your eyes open, force yourself to look into his eyes. “You daddy. You’re making my slutty pussy feel so fucking good. God, your cock is making my pussy feel so good. Big brother’s cock is making me feel so good. I wanna cum all over it.”

“Come for daddy, then. Cream my fucking cock like the dirty whore you are.” He pulls his hand from your clit so he can hold your thighs up more firmly. “Rub yourself for me. Wanna watch you push yourself over the edge.”

Your hand quickly reaches down, quickly rubbing fast circles on your soaking wet clit. 

“Look at me while you cum on my cock. Be a good whore and look at who’s fucking you like this.”

You bite your lip until you taste blood again. Moaning loudly as you stare up at Leon and rubbing your clit furiously. You’re desperately trying to cum, desperately trying to push yourself over the edge. But no matter how close you feel, you can’t send yourself over the edge.

Until a stinging, blinding pain seers into the back of your thigh and you can’t even process the warm blood pouring from the freshly sliced wound before you’re cumming. Cumming harder than you ever have in your life. Not one inch of your body isn’t shaking, not one part of you not exploding with intense pleasure.

You’re screaming, your throat burning from the strain. You have to force yourself to stop as the overstimulation sets in.

“Dad, daddy, please. Fuck, I can’t take it anymore.” You’re practically sobbing now, but your request is ignored.

He pushes your ankles off of his shoulders and you immediately lock them behind his back. One of his hands grips your jaw and spits on your cheek.

“You’re gonna fucking take it, fucking whore.” His other hand runs down the middle of your chest, coating it in fresh blood. You look down and see your dry blood combining with the new blood, staining nearly your whole chest red.

A sharp slap meets your cheek. Your cheek burns and your ear rings from the sheer force of the hit. Before you can even yelp out in pain, his blood soaked fingers are being shoved into your mouth and you’re immediately hit with the copper taste.

“I’m cumming, fuck. Breeding baby sister’s greedy fucking hole. Take it, you stupid slut. Fucking take it, fuck.” His thrusts slow, but are just as hard as he cums deep inside of you. 

You’re too distracted sucking his fingers clean to register what the stinging pain in your abdomen is. 

Leon groans and moans above you as he comes down from his high. He finally looks back down at your face and can’t stop himself from smiling at the blood and dirt all over your body. He could eat you alive right now, and he just might.

He slowly pulls his spent cock out of you, causing you to whimper at the sudden emptiness and the feeling of his cum steadily dripping from your abused hole.

He sits back on his haunches and lets out a throaty laugh. “Would you look at that,” You follow the direction of his eyes down to your abdomen where you see blood pooling. He quickly picks up his discarded shirt and wipes away the excess blood, causing you to hiss out in pain. 

But he finally uncovers his handiwork for you to see in all its glory. And you gasp out in shock at the sight of it.

Carved into your skin are messily drawn letters. L.S.K. 

“See? You’ll never forget who you fucking belong to now.”

~masterlist~

[luveline]

After reading the newest zombie!au Steve blurb where they are kind of established i really want to read about the first time she accidentally calls Steve her boyfriend and he’s like 🥹

I think this is a request so tysm!! brilliant idea ♡ fem!reader zombie!au

Steve is adamantly refusing to hold your hand today.

"False sense of security," he argues.

You preen at the idea that you might give him a sense of security and settle for holding onto his backpack strap. Your legs are aching from a full day of walking. Though complaining won't make it better, or even more manageable, you know Steve won't mind.

"I think I'm getting a cramp," you say without any inflection. It's hardly urgent or besides the norm.

"Yeah? Drink what's left of the flask."

"I'm okay, just... how much longer do you think we have to go?"

Steve pulls the flask from the side netting of his backpack and offers it to you. He doesn't stop walking. Once you stop, you won't want to start again.

"Not sure. I thought we'd find a town or a rest stop or something by now. Stupid maps."

"Wanna stop and ask for directions?"

He laughs and finally turns to look at you. He's a little roughed up and there's dirt under his ear but he’s as handsome as usual, a boyish charm about him that never seems to fade.

"Yeah, let's stop and ask for directions," he says, sarcastic but smiling so much it doesn't quite work.

You shiver at the brisk wind and his smile flickers.

"Want the blanket?"

"I'm okay," you reassure. You're fine. The sun is low and blocked almost wholly by trees and you always miss its heat these days, but you're not cold enough to need the blanket yet. "I can wait."

"If you're cold, wear the blanket," he says, more gently than he might've a month ago. When you first met he would've told you to be quiet, lest you attract any unwanted companions, and he would've done it harshly.

It's strange to remember how you hadn't really gotten along at first. Now, you can't imagine a day without him. Without his sweet smiles, his hand to hold at night. You're the same every night, bundled up by his side to hide from the fall chill. You wait what can't be ten minutes before your hand creeps up his thigh, shy though you don't have to be. Steve always takes it. His big hand will take your own careful and kind and warm, calluses catching against yours. Then, when he thinks you're asleep, he'll bring it up to his mouth and kiss the back.

"It's fine, I mean- we're gonna stop soon, right?"

He hums his agreement and starts to move forward again. You sip at the water and follow, nose filled with the sickly sweet smell of the surrounding forest and mulching leaves stirred by the wind.

"Do you think we could sleep in a car tonight?" you ask. It's much warmer.

Steve steps over a suitcase in the middle of the road and reaches backward for you to help you do the same. An unnecessary, heart melting gesture.

"You want to play car roulette?"

A terrible, awful game of terrible, awful decisions. The first time you asked Steve to sleep in a car he'd laughed at you and refused to answer. The second time, he'd explained the risk. If the car still has some battery in it and you set of the alarm, you'll draw every geek in a two mile radius.

But eventually, he'd come to realise you ran nowhere near as hot as he did. That you get cold easy, and that being cold constantly makes you downright depressed. Sacrifices have to be made sometimes just to keep your sanity.

"Can you run if we get a dud?" he asks.

You test your sore feet. "Maybe."

Steve grimaces. You can see the debate on his face; the nights have been getting colder and if you don't sleep in a car tonight he might spend his twilight hours trying to keep you warm, but if he tries to open a car and the alarm goes off you'll definitely need to run.

"There's gotta be a method to this," he grumbles. "Some way to tell if a car has juice."

You wiggle your fingers between his and smile because he hasn't noticed he's still holding your hand.

You look out over the expanse of barren highway, interrupted only by the occasional car or possessions too heavy to carry and squint. "Cars have, like, batteries, don't they? Why don't we just," — you make a snipping motion with your freehand — "cut one out?"

Again Steve stops and you bump into his side.

He looks down at you with both wonder and humour, lips quirked up into a great smile. "You genius." He shakes his head voraciously. "Why haven't we thought of that before? Holy shit."

"Wait, if you take the battery out will the locks stop working?"

"I don't think so. I don't know. Let's try it anyways, it's not like we need the lock. We'd still have to take shifts. Don't wanna get cornered." He gifts you another pleased smile. "You're a genius."

You stamp down the flustered flush his praise brings and walk another hundred feet. You and Steve pass cars hand in hand and scout them like Goldilocks, looking for one with the biggest, comfiest, and cleanest seats. Steve spots a huge jeep in the distance and you speed walk to it.

"Can you even reach the hood?" you ask.

"Very funny."

Steve cracks the hood. You both stare into the mess of the machine and take some time to locate the battery. After an abundance of tugging and pulling, his hands blacked quickly by grease, Steve dislodges what looks like a battery and pulls it out, groaning.

"Fucking heavy," he complains, wiping his brow with the back of his hand. Dark grease spreads over his pale skin.

You lick the tiniest tip of your thumb and wipe it away.

His eyes close.

You smile and don’t bother hiding how much you like him. He even lets you wipe his hands with a small hand towel from your bag. "Ready?" you ask as you finish.

There are three possible scenarios. You open the door and the alarm goes off. You try to open the doors and the doors are locked. Or...

Steve braces himself, pulls the door, and the two of you sieze up in the awaiting silence.

"Yes!" you cheer, then slap a hand over your mouth. "Yes."

He sends you a nice smile and beckons for you to climb in. He follows behind you and closes the door, and then it's just the two of you in the dim light, a freaky silence pervading and the blissful absence of wind.

Steve locks all the doors, climbing over you and then the front seats. You rub your freezing fingers, wiggling them as they start to tingle.

"My hands are burning," you say.

"Yeah?" Steve sits back down beside you. He quickly tries to open the door to make sure the lock has worked, and when it does he unzips his coat. "C'mere."

He works your hands into his jacket and pulls you into a hug. You feel yourself melt not from his heat — though he's amazingly warm — but his closeness, his touch, his hands as they spread over your back. Your face fits well into the crook of his neck, and soon the two of you are warm and slouched together. Like a normal couple. Well, maybe not entirely normal.

"Did you ever-" You laugh at yourself and can't finish.

"What?"

"D'you ever... Mess around? In a car, I mean."

"I think I did most of my 'messing around' in cars."

You nuzzle your face into his skin. "Figures. Handsome guy like you."

He turns his head so his words warm your forehead. "I was an idiot," he says. His hand coasts upward. You follow his lead and feel along his back, fingers running down the dip of his spine. "What about you?"

"What about me?" you ask, though you know what he means.

"Have you ever messed around in the back of car? Pretty girl like you?"

His proximity, his gently adoring tone, this tiny bubble of secrets you've made. It slips out too easily.

"Nah, you're my first boyfriend."

"You don't have to have a boyfriend to..." He goes very still.

You hum and pull your head back to look at him. You're feeling confident enough to untuck your hand from his jacket and tuck a loose lock of hair behind his ear. "What?"

His eyes have gone impossibly soft. The starts of his eyebrows pinched up and together slightly, he looks at you like you're the sweetest thing on this whole planet.

"I just never met someone," you say swiftly, embarrassed at his endeared expression. "Never met anyone like you."

"I'm your boyfriend?" he asks.

You blink and then avert your gaze to his chest, a sudden flash of embarrassed heat spreading from the middle of your chest all the way to your ears. "I thought so, but-"

"'Cos I've been calling you my girlfriend in my head, for like, three weeks. I know we haven't talked about it, but," — he catches your hand where it's fallen to his shoulder and massages your aching fingers — "I thought maybe we didn't have to."

You lift your head. He still looks so soft, so at odds with the Steve you'd first met and still, undeniably, inarguably, Steve.

Your boyfriend.

"I know I'm dirty," he begins hopefully.

You lean forward and kiss him before he can finish. A chaste, loving thing. A couple seconds at most, hand drifting up the slope of his neck. It feels heart-racing and risky, to be the one who makes the first move. You're not sure how he'd worked up the nerve to do it before.

"Your hands are still cold," he worries aloud, rubbing at your fingertips as he breaks the kiss. He doesn't go far, lips skipping over your cheek with each word.

"Let me put 'em inside your t-shirt."

Surprisingly, he does. You fall asleep like that, hands clasped greedily at his back. Steve watches you sleep for a little while, and then he turns his eyes to the windshield and monitors the highway. He's gonna keep you safe no matter what.

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more steve zombie!au

[semperama]

Soak + dosh please

This is way too long for tumblr and I'm sorry, but it totally ran away with me. Also there is going to be a Part 2, I promise. Also I'll put it on AO3 later when I can think of a title lmao. Please forgive me because I have no idea how to write Josh yet, but this was fun!!

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It’s probably crazy for Daniel to be in the back half of his 30s and still feel like a fucking imposter all the time.

He opens the door to Josh tossing a football back and forth from hand to hand, mouth curved into a grin, and has to bite down on the inside of his cheek just until it hurts, just to make sure this is real. He heard a story once—maybe an urban legend—about a man who was in a coma and thought he lived a whole entire life, great job and wife and kids and the whole nine. Sometimes he thinks that could be him. F1 driver, friends with fucking—movie stars and NFL players. It’s all a little much when just a minute ago he was a kid with goofy hair and crooked teeth and a sense of humor no one got.

“Hey,” Josh says, with his stupid handsome face. “Good to see you, man.”

Daniel steps back to let Josh in and wills the blood vessels in his face to fucking cool it. “Welcome to my humble abode,” he jokes. Another thing to be self-conscious about, this stupid-huge house that’s always empty. It’d be great for parties, but Daniel’s never thrown one.

They should have made other plans, Daniel thinks. A concert. A movie. A bar. Hanging out at home—who does that? Teenagers?

“Humble indeed,” Josh says with a chuckle, elbowing Daniel in the ribs as he walks by. “They don’t pay you anything to drive those cars, huh?”

“Yeah, I’m barely scraping by.” Daniel settles into the banter, grateful for it. “Can I get you anything? I have water, stale bread, maybe some mouse droppings…”

Josh throws his head back at that one, his laugh sending electric tingles down Daniel’s spine. “No beer hidden anywhere?” he asks, and Daniel grins at him, indulgent.

“I think I can rustle one up for you, maybe.”

He waves Josh out to the patio and then heads into the kitchen to grab two bottles out of the fridge. It’s the middle of the season, just a couple weeks until he has to be in Austin, so he probably should be sticking to clear liquor if anything, but who’s here to judge him?

“Did you bring that for me?” Daniel asks when he emerges into the sunshine, nodding at the football Josh cradles in one palm as the takes the beer bottle from Daniel with the other.

The corner of Josh’s mouth tilts upward. “You just about creamed yourself last time we tossed the ball around,” he says. “I figured I’d make your day.”

“My year, more like.” Daniel can’t deny it; Josh has his number on this one. “I don’t want you to be bored, though. You do this for a living.”

“You ever get tired of racing?” Josh asks.

Daniel chuckles, shaking his head. “Touche.”

There’s no grassy field behind Daniel’s house to play in, but they make do with the long strip of pool deck, all the chairs pushed to the side. At first, they just toss the ball back and forth lazily. That’s honestly enough for Daniel, just watching the satisfying spiral of the ball and feeling the slap of leather against his palms. It’s warm and breezy and Josh keeps grinning at him—he could do it all fucking day.

But eventually he gets antsy, wants to make sure Josh is still having fun, so he starts trying to make things difficult, prancing back and forth, sometimes running to the other side of the pool. It feels better when Josh is laughing at him. It feels like he’s pulling his weight.

“Come on, really throw one,” he says, holding his hands up in preparation. Josh chuckles at him, pulls his arm back, hesitates, and then lets it fly. This time, when it hits Daniel’s hands, the sound is loud, echoing. It fucking stings.

Daniel wants it again.

“Is that, like, your maximum?” he asks as he lobs it back.

Josh grins and shakes his head. “Nah, man. I don’t want to hurt you. You gotta be able to hold a steering wheel in a few days.”

“Oh, come on,” Daniel says, hopping from foot to foot and shaking out his arms. “You won’t hurt me. I can take it.”

Josh quirks and eyebrow at him. “You sure do talk a big talk, Ricciardo.”

All the blood rushes to Daniel’s face. He can only hope he’s already red enough from exertion and the sun that Josh won’t notice. Josh seems so fucking implacable, but Daniel’s been soaked in sweat and breathing hard for a while now, his t-shirt clinging to his chest. He pinches the fabric and unsticks it, letting some of the breeze in, but doesn’t help much.

“Just once,” Daniel says, unable to help the pleading note in his voice. “I want to know what it’s like.”

Josh walks over to the table near the house where their sweating beer bottles sit and takes a long swig. Daniel watches the bob of his throat, watches him lick the moisture from his bottom lip when he sets the bottle back down. When he turns back toward Daniel, he starts tossing the ball from hand to hand again, putting a spin on it, the silence stretching until it makes Daniel’s skin prickle with discomfort.

“Alright,” Josh says at last, “but I don’t want to hear your crying if it hurts.” He beckons Daniel with two fingers. “Come here. I need to show you how to catch it first.”

“I know how to catch it,” Daniel says, but he jogs over anyway.

“You know how to catch a ball thrown by a buddy,” Josh says. When Daniel stops a couple feet away, Josh lunges for his wrist and drags him in closer. “You don’t know how to catch a pass thrown by one of the most powerful arms in the NFL.”

“Fuck,” Daniel says, embarrassingly, out loud. He jerks his wrist out of Josh’s hand and wipes his palms on his shorts. “Fine, fine. Show me, then.”

Josh tucks the ball into his armpit, then cups his hands together, a foot or so out from his chest. “This is the way you have been catching it,” he says. “Which is good if you’re a professional receiver. But this time—” He brings his hands to his chest and turns his palms upward— “let it hit your chest first and kinda fall into your hands.”

He motions for Daniel to show him, and Daniel mimics his hand placement as best he can, hands cupped near his stomach. Josh rolls his eyes and puts his hands under Daniel’s, nudging them upward and squeezing, molding them into the shape he wants. His fingers are softer than Daniel thought they’d be, maybe a little callused but still gentle. Daniel can feel his heart thundering against his ribs, and he can only hope Josh can’t feel it too, close as he is.

“And, uh,” Daniel says, voice cracking, “what’ll happen if I don’t to it right?”

“Oh, nothin’ much.” Josh grins, winks at him. “Just a broken finger or two, maybe. But I hear you already have some experience with that anyway.”

Daniel lets out a nervous, high-pitched giggle. “Christ.”

“I’m just messing with you,” Josh says. “I’ve never broken anyone’s fingers.” He pushes on Daniel’s shoulder, like he’s trying to wrestle some of the tension out of him, then points past Daniel’s ear to the far side of the pool. “Go to that corner over there. Then put your hands like I showed you. I’ll put the ball where it needs to be, and you’ll be fine.”

If Josh keeps talking like that, Daniel’s pretty sure he’s going to embarrass the hell out of himself. His shorts are too loose, too thin, and he’s already half hard in them. He wonders, sometimes, if players get like this during games, if it’s normal to be turned on by the perfect tight spiral or the smack of leather against your skin. He’s not sure if it’s the game, the thrill of it, or if it’s Josh, all that power right up close, all of it focused on Daniel.

He turns and jogs back over to the far side of the pool, getting as close to the edge of the deck as he dares. Sweat is dripping into his eyes, and swiping a forearm across his head doesn’t help much. After this, a cold shower. He fucking needs it.

“Alright,” Josh calls to him, “you ready?”

Daniel puts his hands in position and looks to Josh for approval. “Like this?”

“That’s fine,” Josh says. “A little higher, maybe.” Daniel brings his hands up another inch, and Josh nods at him. “That’s good. Now…don’t move.”

The windup feels like it takes forever. Daniel watches Josh’s arm, the bulge of his bicep, the way the muscles of his forearm shift as he brings the football up past his ear. His feet jig a little, his body arcs back. The expression on his face—it’s like he’s already so fucking pleased with himself, and he ball hasn’t even left his hand yet. Daniel wants to reach down and adjust himself, but he can’t move. He isn’t allowed to move. Josh told him not to.

Then, suddenly, the ball is shooting through the air, so fast Daniel can’t even track it like he should. Good thing Josh is a pro and didn’t need Daniel to track it. It hits his chest right where it was supposed to, so hard it nearly knocks the wind out of him, and his fingers curl around it instinctively, hugging it into his body.

“Holy fuck, mate,” Daniel says in disbelief. His palms are still stinging from the last throw, and now his chest aches, and—he feels like he’s losing his mind, but he wants more. It’s still not enough. He wants to catch ten more passes like this. Twenty. He wants his whole chest to hurt, his whole body to be one big bruise.

“You okay?” Josh says, and suddenly he’s right there in front of Daniel again, prying the football out of his hands. “All good?”

“Yeah, I—” Unthinkingly, Daniel reaches down and lifts up the hem of his shirt, looks down at his chest. He expected—maybe was hoping—to see a mark there already, but the skin is just a little red, a faint starburst in the center of his breastbone.

“You’ll have a hell of a bruise there tomorrow,” Josh says. He pokes the spot with two fingers, and the throb of pain makes Daniel’s dick throb in sympathy. If Josh looks down, Daniel’s fucked.

Of course, Josh does look down.

“Hmm.” The sound comes from somewhere deep in Josh’s chest, and this time Daniel’s whole body throbs. “Is that for me? Or the ball?”

That nervous laugh bubbles out of Daniel’s mouth again. He feels so fucking unsexy right now, like he’s in one of those nightmares where’s he’s shown up to school in his underwear. “I dunno, dude,” he says. “You get a personal demonstration of the talent of someone you admire and see how you react.”

“Mhm,” Josh hums again, thoughtfully this time. “No, I know.”

He touches Daniel again, pressing his thumb against the spot on Daniel’s chest and rubbing gently. Anymore of this, and Daniel’s going to have to climb out of his own skin. He takes a deep, shaky breath and pastes on a smile, then steps backward so Josh’s hand is hovering in midair, nothing left to touch.

“Anyway.” Daniel steps out of his shoes. He tugs his shirt off the rest of the way, refusing to notice whether Josh is still looking or not. “I gotta get out of this heat. You coming?”

He’s a coward, but he doesn’t wait for Josh’s answer, only steps around him and takes a flying leap into the pool. The cool water closes over his head like relief. He floats there, weightless, until his lungs burn.

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FROM VARIOUS HORROR/SLASHER FILMS *  assorted dialogue from scary movies i will never watch tbh :)

did you really call the police?

there is no death.

i told the others. they didn't believe me. you're all doomed.

i just can't take no pleasure in killing.

i don't really believe in motives.

there's just some things you gotta do. don't mean you have to like it.

if i concentrate hard enough, i can move things.

you must renounce this power. you must give it up.

there is something horrible happening in my house.

do you remember the thing you said on our wedding night?

you're going to die up there.

i've been afraid of storms ever since i was a little kid.

they're opening that place again?

at least i'm not afraid of ghosts.

my bed was shaking. i can't get to sleep.

you listen to me, you little bitch.

you sick fucks. you've seen one too many movies.

come on! it's gonna be a fun trip!

oh, that gun's no good.

you're such a sucker for it.

i've never sensed anything like it.

they die better that way.

you still haven't told me your name.

i was the killer!

somebody's there!

what are you doing out in this mess?

that's the last goddamn hitchhiker i ever pick up.

if i have any more fun today, i don't think i'm gonna be able to take it!

i don't think any of you have any idea of just how nasty what you did really was.

the devil exists. god exists. and for us, as people, our very destiny hinges upon which one we elect to follow.

you're doomed! you're all doomed!

what's your favorite scary movie?

shut your mouth!

hold me. please hold me.

you damn fool! you ruined the door!

i was at the slaughterhouse.

a second body was found in a ditch near the perimeter of the cemetery.

there's no need to do that.

what's that stench?

you're not even going to reprimand them? no punishment?

please help me!

you can't just let them kill me!

you never paid any attention!

i'll do anything!

sin never dies.

oh, that's blood all right.

you have a lot of spirits in here, but there is one i'm most worried about because it is so hateful.

are you alone in the house?

what an excellent day for an exorcism.

it knows what scares you. it has from the very beginning. don't give it any help, it knows too much already.

the power of christ compels you.

there's someone in this fucking room!

next time i catch anybody over there, i'm gonna have to run them in.

they're all gonna laugh at you!

we keep everything locked in here. feel free to look around.

hear that?

i'm the devil. now kindly undo these straps.

is there someone inside you?

don't go anywhere.

talk louder, i can't hear you!

you already cut me too deep! i think i'm dying here!

you fuckin' hit me with the phone, dick!

oh my god, i thought you were dead.

we all go a little mad sometimes.

this is the moment where the supposedly dead killer comes back to life for one last scare.

don't call me that!

you wanna get us killed!

come on, there's something you're not telling me.

you'll never come back again.

wanna see my trick shot? it's even better.

his body was never recovered from the lake after he drowned.

help me tie this around my waist.

you've never done this before.

when you hear it, you're gonna think we're insane.

it did that to your face?

everything you see in here is either haunted, cursed, or has been used in some kind of ritualistic practice.

watch it, you stupid shit.

[frozenjokes]

Please For The Love Of Everything Good, MAKE SOME NEW FRIENDS AND LEAVE ME ALONE. With Love, HotGuy <3 (3/3)

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Poultry Man was not the type of bird who liked to speak, or even spoke at all. When Poultry Man had something to say, he did so in the form of egg-based political commentary, usually crimes, but not always. Sometimes when he was pissed off, there wasn’t any commentary at all, just chickens. Gotta keep the people guessing, right? Poultry Man liked elaborate schemes, he liked delivering a message, and he liked chickens.

This was not Poultry Man’s first scavenger hunt, nor would it be his last. CuteGuy the villain was dead (among other aliases), but Poultry Man would live on forever, a shining light in this dank city. A golden egg among other, shittier, stupider eggs- whatever, it didn’t matter. Poultry Man was awesome, and Grian felt awesome as he sat at the end of the abandoned road, waiting. He had his postcards ready, simply waiting for HotGuy to arrive. Today was important. Grian would make it count.

Grian ended up waiting a little longer than he thought he would have to, which he probably should have guessed. HotGuy was known to misread and misinterpret basically anything, and it didn’t matter how neat Grian wrote, dyslexia was one son of a bitch.

But HotGuy did eventually arrive, panting and sweaty, and Grian couldn’t help but chuckle imagining him running from place to place and looking for Poultry Man’s hints. Cute, really. HotGuy lit up when he spotted Poultry Man, perched on the roof of a long broken down car, one that had been here for years, no one bothering to haul it off to the dump. Grian smiled, though HotGuy wouldn’t see it under the mask.

“Poultry Man! It’s- I can’t believe I have the chance to finally meet you! Properly, I mean. It’s been a while since I’ve seen you out and about, hasn’t it.. I know CuteGuy was your friend, but I take it you two probably don’t get along much right now.”

Grian shook his head, writing quickly, then tossing the note at HotGuy’s feet. The cardstock was heavy, so it did go a decent distance instead of fluttering pathetically to the ground like normal paper would; Grian had learned that the hard way. Humiliating. Regardless, HotGuy scrambled to pick up the note, reading with wide eyes.

“You’re still friends? Oh, I’m glad! Really, I am. I was a little worried about you, honestly, but I didn’t want to ask just in case the subject was sensitive. CuteGuy and I.. I mean, I’ve been trying, but he just doesn’t like me very much. We don’t really get along, and I just wish I could change his mind. You see, I really like this guy, Cub’s his name, but he and CuteGuy live together, and I just- CuteGuy hates me! He hates that I like Cub, and doesn’t want us to be in any sort of relationship at all, and I just wish I could show him I’m not all that bad, y’know? I mean..” HotGuy trailed off, looking momentarily hopeful, “He told you I wanted to meet with you, right? Was that recently? Did he do that for me?”

Grian considered him for a moment before nodding, and HotGuy just about melted.

“Oh, you have no idea how happy that makes me. And- and that you wanted to meet me in the first place! CuteGuy said you wouldn’t want to, and that you wouldn’t want to talk to me, and I guess you’re not talking, but you’re here, and I’m thrilled! I hope he told you I don’t want to arrest you or hurt you or anything- I don’t know, I got the impression he thought you’d be offended, but with CuteGuy, it’s a little hard to tell. He’s really defensive on your behalf. When I told him I thought he was a good friend for that he tried to beat the shit out of me. Well, he did beat the shit out of me. But that was also for other reasons. It’s complicated. But you don’t look like you want to kill me, and you guys are friends, so maybe you can put in a good word?”

Grian couldn’t suppress the small chuckle that left his throat, and HotGuy seemed to think that was a good sign, perking up, his already large eyes widening. Yeah. Grian could see where Cub was coming from. Having someone like that look at you like this at all hours of the day? Even a heart as icy and dead as his gave a little. He stopped again to write, throwing the postcard to the ground, and HotGuy scurried forward to pick it up.

“Ah- I did get a little distracted, didn’t I? You’re right, you’re right. So- I know you probably won’t answer, but I wanted to ask regardless.. The chickens? The eggs? Where do you get them? And I mean- you probably shouldn’t tell me, full transparency I guess, because I’d probably try to stop you.. Honestly though! I promise it's nothing against you! Well, maybe not nothing- you are committing crimes, but I’m mostly worried about the chickens? The place we bring them to, the sanctuary- they’re happy there! They’re well taken care of and loved. After your.. stunts.. the chickens end up in a good place, and I thought you should know that I care about them. So when I ask, it’s coming from a place of concern for the animals, yeah? I imagine they’re so confused being put in all these random places, having no idea what’s happening or where they’ve ended up.. Wherever you raise them- I’m assuming you raise them- it’s a good place? In our investigation of your activity, we still have no idea where you’re getting them, and I’d just hate to think they’re somewhere underground, unhappy, y’know?”

Grian cocked his head, a visual signal to HotGuy that he was thinking, considering him. That was.. very sweet. Not something Grian would have expected from HotGuy, especially after watching him try to manhandle the chickens Poultry Man had planted, yelling and flailing and generally being far more afraid than should ever be acceptable for someone trying (and failing, miserably) to wrangle chickens. Grian wrote his note, tossing it to the ground.

HotGuy read it aloud this time, “A man after my own heart..” HotGuy trailed off, smiling, and put a hand to his heart as he looked back up. “Of course. That little farm is a great place, Poultry Man, I’m assuming you’ve seen it.” HotGuy paused and Grian nodded, giving a thumbs up to show his approval.

HotGuy looked pleased, continuing, “I just wanted to offer, even though you’ll probably say no.. They would take your chickens, if you wanted to surrender however many you have left. I know it’s mostly eggs with you, and you don’t come around all too frequently, but if you ever decide to give this thing up, or if you can’t care for them anymore, or anything at all, that option is always available for you. Personally, I’d sleep a little easier knowing you weren’t putting live animals in peoples’ houses, but to each their own I guess.”

Grian smiled under the mask, taking a deep breath, “You have nothing to worry about. Well, not the putting chickens in places people don’t want them, I will still be doing that, but the chickens themselves are well taken care of, I can promise you that.”

HotGuy startled at the sound of his voice, jumping to his toes, and Grian couldn’t suppress a laugh, drawing a hand lazily to the beak of his mask as if to try and hide it. Grian was still no good at disguising his voice, so he didn’t bother trying, fastening his hands to the side of his mask and removing it before HotGuy had enough time to process who was actually speaking. HotGuy’s face was worth every anxiety about revealing Poultry Man’s identity.

“Grian!” HotGuy squeaked, a positively delightful sound, “Why are you dressed up as Poultry Man! That- You tricked me! Identity theft is no joke! This is not cool!”

Grian gaped for a moment, mouth opening and closing dumbly, “I- Are you joking.”

“I just told you this is no joke!”

“I am Poultry Man, Scar. HotGuy. Whatever you’re called. I have literally always been Poultry Man.”

“Poultry Man has been around for years!” HotGuy was so genuine, so annoying- Grian was almost offended. Maybe he was offended, actually- What was HotGuy playing at? Was it so impossible to believe he had multiple alter egos?

“Uh, yeah,” Grian finally huffed, rolling his eyes, “So have I.”

“You’re- why?” HotGuy sounded so distressed, so confused, and altogether Grian just couldn’t help but laugh. It was so stupid! He couldn’t stop laughing, arms across his stomach, kicking his feet a bit, talons scratching up the roof of the already beat up car.

“Come on,” Grian wheezed, “Is it really so hard for you to believe?”

“I- Yes! You guys- Poultry Man is noble. Poultry Man is a nuisance, but he has things to say! He has depth. CuteGuy is just a fucking dick!”

“Wow,” Grian drew the world out in fake offense, spreading his wings as he leaned back on the car’s roof, “Maybe you’ve misunderstood Poultry Man all along. Maybe he’s just as evil and uncaring as CuteGuy. They are friends after all, good friends, close.”

“No! CuteGuy was a bad influence on him, that’s all, he just didn’t have many other people to turn to.”

“You know you’re talking about the same person.”

“I- I know that!” HotGuy seethed, like this was quite possibly the most meaningful betrayal he had ever experienced. The little stories he’d made up about Poultry Man, entirely false. It was almost pitiful, really. HotGuy had no idea how to cope, Grian could see it as clearly as the conflict in his face.

“Oh, you poor thing,” Grian crooned, sitting up to rest his elbows on his knees, head in his hands, “Did you like him? Look up to him, even? And all this time you had no idea it was all just lil ol’ me.”

“I didn’t- I don’t look up to Poultry Man. I thought I could help him. I wanted to help him. I don’t- I still don’t think he’s a bad guy!”

“Nothing like CuteGuy, cold and sharp and mean, no, no,” Grian teased, “Denial is a funny thing, isn’t it?”

“I am serious! It doesn’t matter if Poultry Man and CuteGuy and Grian are all technically the same body, you are not the same people, just like HotGuy and civilian HotGuy are not the same.”

“Uh, pretty sure that’s not true, bud. That’s all just Grian, along with every other pseudonym I’ve held over the years.”

“What- really?” HotGuy stopped short, like this was completely foreign to him, “They’re all the same to you? Wait a minute, there’s more? Is every avian supervillain in this city just you? How many alter egos do you have!?” HotGuy puffed up, and Grian snickered.

“I am so glad you asked! My biggest escapade was probably the whole Mooners cult with Mumbo- do you remember? He was the head of course, but I was his faceless right hand man-“

“You know Mumbo?”

“We are roommates in college. I haven’t talked to him in a while though, and given the ‘retirement,’ I’m assuming he probably wouldn’t want to catch up regardless.”

HotGuy groaned loudly into his hands, “The Mooners were so annoying! Do you even know how much damage you two caused with that? People don’t function right when they don’t sleep!”

“Oh, it was a trip. It was awesome. And don’t think I don’t remember you attending our first couple meetings.”

“Yeah, when I thought it was a fun sleepover event thing- no one sleeps during sleepovers, everyone knows that! You guys were weird and crazy and everyone was partying- it was awesome.”

“Uh huh, and you drew quite a bit of attention to us, thanks for that.”

HotGuy groaned again into his hands and Grian snickered from his perch, pleased.

“Less successful was The Entity, but that was still quite a bit of fun. That massive rock I found just outside of town? It was a cool rock. And suddenly, I’m a prophet! People love a good Horror, and boy did I deliver. Flesh and guts and a horrifying puppet of a man, me. I bet I could have gained a bigger following, but I got bored. Still though, I think my favorite stunt I’ve ever pulled off was blowing up the whole thing and disappearing without a trace. I’m not going to tell you how I got my claws on dynamite, but that whole thing was fucking awesome. In the middle of the night, the whole rock, gone. And after- everyone wanted to know! What happened to The Entity? To its prophet? People were feeling like they missed out, like they wished they could have been there before it all exploded. Maybe it didn’t matter how big the cult was in the first place, but how it will be remembered. You like making history, don’t you, HotGuy?”

“Oh my god.”

“Good story, huh?”

“I just can’t believe that was you. How many costumes do you have? Wasn’t that one like- awfully gorey, right? And you just sat out there covered in- I don’t even want to know.”

Grian preened, incredibly pleased. “It was gross. Cub knows about that one actually, only because I disappeared for like a month. Brought me food when I needed it, though, most of the time I was fine.”

HotGuy sighed, drawing his hands over his face. “Anything else?” He didn’t look particularly like he wanted to know, and Grian’s wings fluttered, deeply content.

“Nothing huge. A long time ago, years actually, I convinced a couple of people they were being haunted by salmon. Pretty funny. I actually brought that back recently, I just tormented this one guy- thought he was cursed by the ocean, it was great. Didn’t make headlines, but sometimes that’s not what matters in life.”

“You are- you’re fucking evil. Recently? When have you even had the time!?”

Grian cackled, trailing off into a snicker, “I make the time. I was also unemployed.”

“Ah. I guess that explains it..” HotGuy sighed, frowning gently, something distinctly distant. Honestly, it didn’t look like he was thinking about Grian at all, which was a little annoying; he’d just confessed to being like five different criminals, if not legal crimes, then surely social ones, and HotGuy didn’t even look like he cared! (And listen, Grian wasn’t some kind of whore for attention, but a little recognition would be nice, yeah? Yeah.) But HotGuy did look back up, some kind of quiet despondency behind those eyes. “And it doesn’t bother you?”

“What? Being a public nuisance? That doesn’t bother me at all.”

“No, your identities I mean. It’s all just.. Grian? Not any more complicated than that?”

“I don’t understand.”

“I feel like I’m lying under every name I take.”

Grian shrugged, “You are, aren’t you? So am I. Elaborate lies, kinda, all under one central person. I like to dress up and play pretend and cause problems, just like basically everyone else in this godforsaken city. We aren’t special.”

But HotGuy didn’t look satisfied, eyebrows knitting impossibly tight, “I don’t have a central person. I’m not anyone.”

“Your civilian identity?”

“He’s not real either.” HotGuy looked at his feet, and Grian didn’t really know what to do with that, nor did he understand.

“Oh. That’s wild.”

HotGuy made a bit of a strangled noise before squeaking out a small “Yeah?” He fiddled with his hands for a moment, pulling at the fabric of his gloves, “I don’t know, I didn’t realize.. How did you do that? Not feel.. lost.”

Grian’s lip curled, the question invoking a similar reaction as when he would open the fridge to the smell of something rotting, “I can not even begin to tell you how unqualified I am to talk to you about anything at all. That’s a problem for you and your therapist, pal.”

HotGuy looked briefly indignant at that, then deflated, a more unhappy look crossing his face. “I don’t have a therapist.”

“What? Why not?” Grian sat up, just about as genuinely surprised as someone could be at a confession like that. A lot of things he learned about HotGuy made very little sense, but that just may have been the biggest surprise yet.

“What kind of question is that?”

“A pretty straightforward one I think. There’s no way you’re not all sorts of fucked up, not with the sort of bodily trauma you’ve been through and the job you’re currently holding. And you’ve got, like, infinite money. And you never shut up. Why not pay someone to listen to you.”

“I am not ‘all sorts of fucked up,’” HotGuy scoffed, “I am fine. And I don’t have infinite money, geez. I don’t need a therapist.”

“You say that like you’ve got something against therapy. So you’re one of those guys. Ick.”

“I’m not- no, I am not ‘ick.’ I think therapy is great! Therapists help lots of people, probably just as many as I do, I’d say. They’re the real heroes, yeah?”

Grian rolled his eyes, throwing his head back in a sarcastically languid movement, “Oh, let me guess. You’re the type of person who encourages people to go and see a therapist, but when the same thing is said to you, you say something like ‘Ah, no, therapy just isn’t for me.’ Am I right? You don’t need to tell me, I know I’m right.”

“You are not- Listen! It’s just something that doesn’t work for me, okay? Nothing about that is appealing to me.”

“Have you ever tried it?”

Hotguy pursed his lips, defiant. “..No.”

Grian had to laugh, his voice losing its edge in favor of something more genuine, “Dude, you’d probably love it. I’m serious. You’d go crazy for therapy. I mean, it’s hard work sometimes, and it can be a little bit trying, but then you start hating yourself a little less, and if you’re not in the mood one week, there’s still a very nice lady across from you who you can just talk to about whatever you want! I can’t watch The Bachelor anymore, it’s bad for me, and also bad for Cub, but my therapy sessions have never been more derailed. Good times. Fun! Sometimes it feels like therapists don’t know a single thing about anything that isn’t, like, mental health- I swear I’ve explained things to her I was convinced were common knowledge like- a lot. It happens a lot.”

“You don’t.. You just talk about whatever you want?”

“Yeah! Honestly, for the first couple weeks, I don’t think I talked about myself more than three or four times and I was going twice a week. It’s not uncommon. If you want, I can give you the name of the clinic I go to. I like the people there.”

“I.. I don’t know. I don’t really have the time, and I can talk to anyone about anything if I wanted to for free. I don’t know. And my issues are like- pretty intertwined with my identities, which I can’t really talk about.”

“Sure you can. It’s all confidential unless you’re hurting yourself or others, basically. Like, legally confidential. You can tell all you want about your different identities and your therapist can’t say a thing. I don’t tell about my alter egos for obvious reasons, but that’s not where my issues stem from anyway. But lately, I have been dipping my toes into talking about the superhero business, mostly because it’s pretty relevant to the things I’ve been feeling lately.”

“You talk about me?” An innocent question, one that Grian couldn’t help but laugh sharply at.

“Uh, yeah. You come up. We got a little off track for a minute there, but that’s kind of why I’m here in the chicken costume. I’m about to knock your socks off in a minute, seriously. Eugh. I don’t even want to say it. Makes me a little sick to my stomach, honestly, but I brought you all the way out here and revealed basically every misdeed I’ve ever committed to you, so. Surely this won’t be as hard..” Grian trailed off for a moment, pursing his lips, “No. This is harder. This is so much harder.”

HotGuy threw him an apprehensive smile, shrugging, “You’re making me nervous, here. I’m not actually wearing any socks, but for the sake of this I’ll pretend.” HotGuy ran a hand through his hair, and Grian couldn’t suppress a small chuckle when tiny amounts of glitter floated down.

“Well, HotGuy, I haven’t been very nice to you.”

HotGuy’s eyes jumped up, his attention sufficiently grabbed. He looked awkward then, the hand returning to his hair. “I.. think I would agree..” He took a quick breath, like he was unsure if that was the right thing to say.

Grian gritted his teeth, then let go, breathing deeply, “I want to change that.”

“Oh!” HotGuy threw his hands up in front of his chest, an unfairly endearing reaction of surprise, his eyes as wide as saucers, “I-I mean- You don’t have to-”

Grian threw his head back in a loud cackle, “Seriously?”

“No! No I didn’t mean that. Sorry- I didn’t know how to react to that. That. This is new for me. Did you stop disliking me? Don’t answer that. I’m confused. I don’t understand. I would like very much if you were nice to me. Well. Nicer. You don’t even have to be nice, but it would be cool if you acted like you hated me a little less.”

Grian waved a hand, silencing the nonsense blabber from a very embarrassed looking HotGuy. “I’ve been treating you unfairly, and it has very little to do with you as a person. You’ll never hear me repeat this, and if you ask anyone I’ll deny it, but I don’t think you’re actually a shitty guy. You’re an alright guy, maybe even less bad than I thought you were before we met properly. Maybe even better than most superheroes, but the bar is low, okay, don’t let that get to your head.” Grian took a breath, and HotGuy just stared, stunned, so when he didn’t say anything, Grian went on.

“Jealousy is a tame word I think. Envy doesn’t feel right either. I was.. deeply, viscerally angry, in all the physically animal ways I can not even begin to describe to you. And that’s not.. gone. It won’t leave, it’s just a part of me and I have to find a way to cope with it that’s not being a massive prick to you and Cub, but mostly you. Because you made a move on him before I even understood what I was feeling, feelings I had never considered before because I had never been afraid of losing him like that. I never had a reason to be so possessive before, because I was the only person.. I don’t know. But I think you understand. I’ve been in love, and didn’t really recognize it because neither of us really had anyone else to love, right?”

HotGuy opened his mouth to speak, but Grian cut him off with a shake of his head, “Don’t. Not yet. I’m not done. Yesterday morning I made this decision, that I was going to take him out and try to win him back, yeah? Delusional things, and I knew just as much, but I couldn’t fight it, I couldn’t let it go, and then yesterday afternoon, it kind of just.. hit me. I don’t want to ‘win him back’ from anyone, or anything like that. I just wanted things to go back to the way they were, selfishly, when we were both lonelier, unhappier people. And then I realized, hey, wait a minute, there’s something I want more than that, more than anything I could ever want for myself. I want Cub to be happy. I want him to step out of his shell, date superheroes, maybe even get his heart broken, as long as he’s living, y’know? And I want to live too, I want to put myself out there and meet people and try things I can’t do when I’m at home. Things I couldn’t do before, when it was just me and Cub, kind of miserable and kind of lonely, just stagnating, y’know?”

“You’re saying a lot of words, Grian, and I’m not understanding most of them.”

Grian chuckled into his hand, then sighed, the smile fading, “Cub didn’t want me to tell you this, but I think it’s important that you know, for transparency’s sake. I love him. And he loves me too, yes, like that. And I told him because I couldn’t keep it a secret, because I just couldn’t handle it anymore, and not because I was trying to force my way between you two, and I want you to believe me, so I’ve been honest, I’ve told you everything, all my secrets, all my crimes. I had no idea how he felt, and I don’t think he knew very much either. We’re so close, you have to understand. It was hard to even see it, not before everything was thrown into question, and suddenly things are changing and you’re feeling and you don’t even know what’s going on. But I think I know what would happen, HotGuy, if we acted on those feelings. If we let everything go back to normal, except maybe with a few more stolen kisses, and really, I mean it when I say a few, we are not the most physically inclined people; more lazy than anything.”

Grian stopped himself, realizing HotGuy was looking a bit pale. “Maybe I should cut to the chase. We talked it over for a long time and we both agree we don’t want things to be the way they were before. We don’t want to stagnate and rot away, to have each other, but nothing else, y’know? And I’m afraid of change. I’m afraid of you. But I want to let you in. And he wants you too.”

“Like- Like a polycule?”

“I- No! No-” Grian had to laugh, too startled to do much else, “I guess I could have worded that a little better. No, I mean you and Cub. I think you and Cub should have the chance to love each other, if you still want that.”

“I’m poly, Grian.”

“Goodness- Scar, please, not necessary,” Grian covered his face, struggling to contain his laughter, mostly bubbling up from nerves now, which unfortunately, was painfully obvious, “You don’t love me, and I mean it when I say I don’t want to get in the way. I want you to have this. I want Cub to have this.”

“I could love you. I think I could.”

Grian stared, possibly gaping, though he had no idea. He might have been flustered if his brain hadn’t factory reset itself right then and there. At some point he remembered to breathe, and had to take a couple of moments to do that in silence.

When there was sufficient air in his lungs, he looked up. “But you don’t. And I don’t love you either. And that’s okay, Scar. That’s okay.” Grian felt his voice buckle, the first and last warning he was going to cry, and damn it he didn’t want to, he really hadn’t wanted to cry, but he hadn’t been prepared for this, he was not prepared to be forgiven like it was effortless, to be told he could be loved.

“Grian I- fuck it-” To Grian’s great alarm, HotGuy began to fiddle with his mask, a motion Grian recognized from HotGuy’s first meeting with Cub.

“Whoa! No, no! Don’t- Don’t do anything you’re going to regret, please!” Grian hopped off the car, waving his arms, but HotGuy didn’t listen, breaths coming harshly from his nose. Grian couldn’t stop him before the mask was off, though, even with his face fully bared, Grian didn’t see anything that particularly shocked him. He still didn’t recognize HotGuy from anyone he’d seen on the street, which made perfect sense. Civilian HotGuy probably blended right in. Though a few things stood out, like his eyes, the same striking green as his brother’s, and a few scars that were obscured by the mask, though, that was no surprise. But HotGuy seemed distressed at Grian’s non-reaction, looking near panic as he jumped back.

“Do you- makeup wipes, do you have makeup wipes?”

His panic was infectious, Grian fumbling over his words, “Not on me, I don’t just carry them around.”

“I don’t either!” HotGuy hissed before making a decisive noise, rubbing at his face with his gloved hands instead. “Whatever.”

“HotGuy- Scar, please, you don’t have to do this-” Grian wanted to pull HotGuy’s hands away, but at the same time, couldn’t bring himself to touch the other, “This feels bad, Scar.” But HotGuy didn’t stop, fingers raking over the places where he had covered up scars. And other spots too, where he seemed to have meticulously sculpted lines across his face that just weren’t real- Grian had never noticed, it was so well done.

“I don’t want this anymore! I don’t want to be a secret! I want to be like you, I want you to know me!” But still, Grian was too distressed with this display to properly look at him, which only seemed to upset HotGuy further, growing more and more hysterical, “Grian!”

“I don’t know what you want, HotGuy!”

“Grian, please!” And that was different. Distinctly, world-rockingly different, that was not HotGuy’s voice. That was not HotGuy.

Grian was pretty sure he yelled, soft and then loudly, very loudly, a violent crescendo as he backpedaled anywhere away, away, get away, at all costs get away from the man using Micah’s voice, from Micah in HotGuy’s uniform, frantic and frightened, but above all else, deeply, deeply relieved.

Tripping on flapping wings, it took a second for Grian to be airborne, screaming his distress all the way into the sky, movements uneven and exhausting, but panic did little else but put him in the clouds, flying anywhere as long as it was away.

Poultry Man was a chicken, afterall.

by the way, if you are one of the people reading only this specific story (as indicated by the 3/3) and are interested to know more or what happens next, there is more, and there will be more after this, and you can find all of it on ao3 here

[factual-fantasy]

25 askskssss

@elegysonnet

I don't know anything about Geno so he's not currently in the AU. But if I gathered enough info maybe I could add him somehow. Like I did with Rosalina! :00

As for the Error Sans thing, I'm actually not personally a fan of all the crazy Sans AUs. Error Sans, Ink Sans, Dream Sans, Nightmare Sans, Fresh Sans, Geno Sans, Horror Sansss,,, uhg, I'm personally not a fan. So none of these world destroying Sans or other similar individuals exist in my Multiverse. So my squad doesn't have to worry about them <XD

My redesign plans for Kinger was just to give him a fluffier coat basically XD And I didn't have anything in mind for Jax..

Also thank you! :DD

@deadspooderman (I blocked out the art, I don't wanna be a reposter!)

I think I've watched a few episodes before but I don't remember them..

Although I can see myself liking that Sensei character. XD What's his name.. Sensei Wu..?

Thank you, I hope the same for you! :DD

As for Jevil, the poor guy's currently still awake at like 2 AM to keep the groups fire going.. :(

GASSPPP.. THEY CELEBRATE HIS BIRTHDAY??? RUNNING TO NETFLIX RN-

@milk-powrit

Right now the main difference that I made up is that Undertale humans are significantly more powerful than Deltarune Humans.

DR Humans and Monsters are the same in terms of strength. For example, Kris and Susie's soul are of the same value and strength. Because they're both Lighteners. They're one in the same.

Meanwhile in Undertale, Humans and Monsters are very different creatures. Determined UT Humans, even determined children have the power to rewrite time. Meanwhile I headcannond that DR humans, even if they had determination.. cannot rewrite time like Frisk can.

All of this is completely made up and doesn't really align with the games, I'm aware- its just some fun XDD

@octonauts16

Becuase I haven't felt like it XD

THANK YOU!!! :DDDD I'M GLAD YOU LIKE WHAT YOU SEE! :DDD

@beryl-shade

I feel like canon Seam definitely does. But my Seam and Jevil don't have stuffing. The two of them are very much organic creatures with flesh and blood.

Spamton is fleshy too kind'a.. Spamton is a living creature but maybe less fleshy and more... bone..y...?? They're all strange XDD

Thank you! I don't intend on drawing anything new for my Kirby AU.. but who knows, maybe I will someday? Or heck maybe if I can remember to, I could dig around for some of the doodles I already made for it? :0

Also its not a FNAF comic that I'm working on.. but thank you anyway! <XD

He's meant to sound like a pirate, soooo yesn't? <XD Also thank you!

Ah, that's my bad. I've unblocked her. But take note! Part of the reason why I probably blocked that person was also due to a lack of posts. You're on Tumblr man, you gotta reblog stuff!

Ah don't worry, I'm likely to get back around to Octonauts sometime soon :}}

Upon Googling them I think I recognize them! I like the green one XDD

WAIT!! WHAT IF THEY'RE LACTOSE INTOLERANT???

@2006-stupid-thatsme

oooo that's a good question.. uhhhhh.... currently? I'd say maybe its the FNAF AU I've got going on :000

By father I assume you mean Natquik? If so, Barnacles was never angry or resentful towards him. My version of Barnacles thought Natquik was dead, because he disappeared many years ago and no one had any idea where he went..

Barnacles was rather grief stricken over Natquik. He wondered for years what happened to his old mentor and friend..

When it turned out he was alive, and had just been stranded in the Antarctic all these years? It was heartbreaking. Barnacles was so happy to see him alive but also so saddened by the situation he had been in for so long.. Barnacles immediately set to have the Gup-I repaired and a solid radio connection between it and the Octopod to be established.

Later on when he formed the Octo-agents. I headcannond that the very first person Barnacles went to recruit was Natquik. Telling him all the benefits of being an Octo-Agent. And he would say things like "If something ever happens to you out here, we have the funds and the means to be out here in less than an hour. If you're ever hurt o-or sick? We can be here. We can help you. You'd never be alone again.."

Natquik took the offer partially because Barnacles would clearly be more at ease if he did. But also to have a secure connection to the outside world? And if that connection is ever lost, a team of capable individuals will immediately go and search for him? It was just too good to pass up.

@djadecutie

When I get back around to the comics it will be just like it was before. A comic probably split into 2-4 parts and uploaded when ever I'm able to finish them. 🤷‍♂️

Also thank you! :DD

@crimson-thinker

What's Foxy's grief stereotype/virus method? I'm not quite sure I understand the question so forgive me if I give the wrong answer.. But I'm thinking that means "what is Foxy's mental situation in the swap AU?" If that's the case, his mental state can be described in 1 sentence. "He refuses to move on."

Partial Swap Foxy was deeply effected by the loss of Freddy and Chica. So much so that he kind'a acts like.. they're still around.?

The other animatronics have cut out anything Freddy/Chica related in their lives. But for Foxy, the act of removing/avoiding everything Freddy/Chica related just makes the grief more painful. To him it feels like he's discarding their memory. Like doing that is saying they didn't matter or shouldn't be remembered. It just makes them feel more dead..

Foxy is the only animatronic that will go back to that old show stage. Sometimes in his darkest times he will talk to the stage. As if Freddy and Chica are still standing on it and can hear him..

When talking to Gregory, he is similar to Freddy. Acting all chipper and like nothing is wrong. Though if Freddy and Chica are mentioned.. he wouldn't avoid the subject like Freddy would. He would talk about them, even if it rips him up from the inside. He would answer all of Gregory's questions about them and tell him stories. Even if it brought him to tears and their memory was almost too painful to bear. Foxy refuses to let go of the past. And despite how painful it is, he keeps dragging the past around with him like a dead weight. Freddy does the same thing but as he drags the past around he refuses to look at it. If.. If that makes sense--

Basically- Freddy and Foxy are both stuck in the past. But Freddy refuses to acknowledge that he is. And Foxy openly acknowledges it, even if it kills him inside..

(Also note: The main obstacle that Foxy would pose to little Vanessa is that Foxy is faster than Bonnie. And as a Glamrock, Foxy is pretty tough. So if he finds out that Bonnie is hiding a child in his stomach hatch? Well.. he might just have the means necessary to catch Bonnie and rip her out.. :x )

For the second question! Partial swap Freddy is more openly miserable than Classic Bonnie, yes.. But he doesn't miss the singing and the spot light. He misses his friends and making kids happy.

Seeing how sad all his friends are.. seeing how messed up Foxy is.. how defeated Bonnie is.. that's what depresses him. That's what makes him cry..

Thank you! I'm so glad you like him! :DDD

I imagined that Freddy just threw the old clothes away. They were really dirty and torn and Gregory didn't care about them.

He probably took some trash out of a bin, put the clothes in and then put the trash on top. Effectively burying the clothes so that no one would see it.

AAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! :DDDD✨💜💖✨

@ocinstituterep

1: ReBLOGS, are allowed. RePOSTS, are NOT allowed. 👌

2: My Glamrock Freddy is probably pretty depressed :( and his depression has had years to develop and get slowly worse. 7-10 on the depressing scale.

But partial swap Freddy? His life just came crashing down. So he may also be depressed now, but he hasn't had any time to really develop it. Probablyyyy a 4-10?

@dragon-fly34

I'm glad you like my AU! But sorry! I don't take requests and I don't personally support that ship.. <:/

[fizzigigsimmer]

Moonwood Part 3

|&lt;<Part One|

Steve tries to avoid Billy at school, but Billy just seems to be everywhere. Steve will cut through a different hallway or deliberately hang back in one class before heading to his next just to limit his chances of running into Billy, and yet half the time he’ll run into Billy anyway.

Sometimes Billy will be hanging out next to some lockers with other moonwood guys - it’s weird but Steve can recognize them just by how big they all are - and sometimes he sees Billy leaving a classroom door with his arms slung over a blushing girl’s shoulders and his stomach twists. It’s because of the way Billy always looks at Steve - his gaze always seems to find Steve no matter what he is doing or who he is with, and burn - like he wants to eat Steve alive.

The one place Steve can’t avoid Billy is history class, which they share and have the bad luck of being alphabet buddies in the seating arrangement. Steve’s never been a good student to begin with, but it’s even harder to focus with Billy breathing down his neck. Billy is going out of his way to intimidate Steve and it doesn’t take Steve long to see it. If he gets there before Steve Billy will put his feet in Steve’s chair or up on his desk, and act like he can’t see Steve just trying to get to his seat in peace.

An irritated, “Hey, you wanna move?” from Steve the first time it happens earns him a lazy shrug and a, “Nope” popped from between Billy’s pink lips. 

He made a mistake the first day looking toward the door as the teacher shuffled in with her nose in a steaming mug and her glasses crooked on her nose. Even though she’s on the frumpy side and obviously raises cats for fun, Steve can’t believe how unbelievably cocky Billy is when he laughs and goes, “You’re shitting me. You think Mrs. Samuals is gonna save you? That’s sad even for a pipsqueak.”

So now Steve doesn’t even bother with formalities. When he walks into history and sees Billy's dirty combat boots propped up on his desk, or in his seat, he just shoves them off and does his best to ignore Billy taunting him the rest of class.

“I’m doing you a favor Princess. We gotta build up those arms.”

Billy’s mouth is not the most frustrating thing about him. Billy making mean comments about Steve’s answers when he’s unfortunate enough to get called on is one thing. Steve’s no brainiac and if Billy wants to joke that he’s got nothing between his ears, it’s nothing Steve hasn’t heard before. 

Steve could handle it if all Billy wanted to give him was lip. What he can’t handle is the way that after a week of Billy’s stupid nicknames - Princess, Pretty Boy, and Pipsqueak are his favorites - he’s started to forget that he’s not those things. 

Two weeks of Billy shoulder checking him in the hallways, and slapping him on the back hard enough to rattle Steve’s teeth after making some comment that just highlights how much bigger and stronger Billy is in comparison, and Steve actually starts to feel small.

Steve has his share of problems like any teenager but he’s not used to feeling vulnerable or small. Like something hunted in the forest with the fear of death hanging over him. He’s honest with himself. He realizes he’s always been the guy doing the hunting, and that he probably owes a lot of people back in Hawkins some apologies. This feeling SUCKS; but Hawkins is in the past and there’s nothing he can do about it. All he wants to do is survive the next year, and he’s sure as hell not going to spend it looking over his shoulder and running from his own shadow. Fuck that.

Basketball tryouts are on Friday at the end of his third week, right before the big bonfire. That Monday Steve starts to seriously toy with the idea of going for it. Billy wants to be an asshole, then let him be an asshole. Two can play that game.

Despite Billy’s obvious animosity towards Steve, it’s only really Billy who gives Steve shit at school.  

The first week a couple of guys from moonwood tried shoving him into a locker and picking up the whole “pipsqueak” thing, but they weren't expecting Steve to fight back or for Randy and Chet to come to his rescue and even out the fight. To be fair, Steve wasn’t expecting Chet to stick up for him either because he’s Billy’s best friend and co-captain of the basketball team. 

There’s no way Chet hasn’t gotten the memo that Steve is on Billy’s shit list. But Steve figures Chet must be more mature and realizes that this highschool drama bullshit doesn’t really matter now, and definitely won’t matter to most of them in a year. Good for Chet. He wishes some of his chill would rub off on Billy.

After realizing that Steve isn’t afraid to throw a punch and that calling him names isn’t going to stop him from scoring with the girls they wish they could score with, the other moonwood guys get the memo that Steve’s not an easy kill and seem content to sit back and wait for Billy to do it for them. But thankfully Billy doesn’t try anything harder with him than a shoulder bump and a few dark promises when he’s warning him away from some girl like they’re in a cheap gangster movie. For now he seems fine with his verbal warnings but Steve’s not betting on that holding forever.

Girls are the one area of Steve’s life that doesn’t feel like it’s been turned upside down. He’s shiny and new to the Schiller girls who think he’s some kinda badass for moving to Moonwood and spending his summer hiking in the woods. He knew the national forest is populated with several protected wolf packs, but he’s surprised by how many of the girls have stories about some dumbass who wandered off the public trails and got eaten by the local wildlife. It sounds like simple cause and effect to him, but he supposes it’s more fun to blame it on werewolves.

Anyway he’s a pussy magnet with the Schiller girls because he slept in a tent in the woods a few times, and the Moonwood girls love him because he’s new and he isn’t peeing his pants over Billy giving him shit. 

As Sasha puts it, Steve’s got balls, but he’s not a meathead who thinks a fingerbang under the boardwalk is romance. He listens first to them complain about their parents, their boyfriends, and all the bullshit expectations adults like to heap on teenagers, and then he asks for permission to feel them up. Plus he likes making them laugh. 

They call him cute. Steve’s eighteen-years-old and officially a grown ass man, but to Sasha and the volleyball girls he’s “Stevie-doll”. Steve’s not sure when the Moonwood girls decided he was their doll but Steve’s not as dumb as he looks. 

Any situation that ends with him having the baddest women he’s ever known fighting over who gets the prime cuddle spot is a good situation. The trouble of course with the girls deciding that Steve’s their new best friend and revenge fling all rolled into one is the way it pisses off other guys. Especially the moonwood guys. Randy was not kidding about how territorial they are over “their” girls. It’s kinda messed up actually the way they act like this is the 50s or something and the girls can’t think for themselves. Steve sticks up for the girls cause it’s the right thing to do, but he knows it’ll be trouble before too much longer if something doesn’t change.

It’s crazy but he still wants to try out for the basketball team. Maybe there’s just something in Steve that can’t back down from a challenge or maybe it’s the weird way Steve still feels drawn to Billy despite everything. He doesn’t know why it became a fight and what the rules are, he just knows he doesn’t want to back down from this one.

When Steve tells Sasha what he’s planning he’s expecting her to warn him off it, but he’s surprised when she and the other girls smile and share secretive looks.

“I’m sure you’ll do great, and the guys on the team are really solid. They’d be a good pack for you.”

Steve thinks that’s a very strange way for her to put it. It’s not the first time that Steve has heard that word tossed around casually when the subject of making friends comes up. His grandparents and his aunt do it all the time. But Sasha is so much younger than them, and yet she still refers to the rest of the girls on the team as her “pack”. 

Steve thought it was a joke when they called him an honorary member and made him promise not to let any of the guys steal him away. But he can tell they’re serious now about Billy and Chet and the other basketball guys being good for him.

It weirds him out a little if he’s honest. A lot of things about Moonwood are weird that he has sort of ignored because his head was still spinning from the divorce and his life changing faster than he could take a breath sometimes. But things are slower now and Steve’s noticing more things.

Like how much bigger everyone in Moonwood is. They’re not freakishly big like giants or anything. If he’d met any one of his new neighbors back in Hawkins he wouldn’t have thought anything of it at all. But when they’re all together it’s noticeable that they’re different from the rest of the kids at Schiller High. It’s like someone moved the baseline up a notch without telling him.

He’s started to wonder if the additional height and the muscle is genetic because he hears other people in Moonwood speaking in Lythan, even though it took him a while to pay enough attention to recognize it. Steve realizes there must have been more immigrants than just his ancestor when he came to this country and that there’s a story there. He starts to wonder why he’s never heard it. Why his mom has never told him anything about her side of the family at all. 

When they were estranged that was one thing, but they’ve been here for months and Steve still has so many questions. When he gets home from school that Thursday before try-outs he decides to confront her and get some answers.

Steve’s mom is tall, like a model, with legs and arms that go for miles, and enough glossy hair for a shampoo commercial. He’s never thought of her as ‘big’ or ‘unusual”. At least not before he walks in on her and his aunt repainting the downstairs den, and realizes neither one of them have to use a ladder or a step stool to reach the ceiling with their rolling brushes.

Steve’s dad used to get on his mom a lot about her looks all the time. He expected her to always be the same gorgeous girl he met that one summer between highschool and college and she accommodated him. Steve blinks at her, noticing a lot of things for the first time since they moved to Moonwood.  

She’s gotten tan, and she’s stopped waxing and plucking the way she used to - Steve absolutely gets his hairiness from her side of the family. She's also started to fill out some with all of his grandmother’s cooking. She looks bigger.

She looks happier. Happier than he’s seen her in ages. Robust even. He used to be so worried about her being too thin, skipping meals, and crash dieting all the time, that his perspective of her has been skewed for years.

She is not a small woman. Maybe Steve only ever saw her that way because she was with his dad, who needed her to be. The realization makes him sad, but also suddenly furious. He wants to punch his dad so hard in the face he can feel it like an itch. 

The feeling comes on so strong it kinda scares him and he sucks in a breath. That’s when his mom and aunt Julie finally notice he’s watching them from the doorway.

“Oh! Steve. Hi pippin, I didn’t realize you were home.”

Steve’s mom used to call him that when he was really little, until his dad made her stop. She blinks a little at Steve, realizing at the same time that he does what has just slipped out of her mouth.

“Oh. I’m sorry. I know you’re too big for that now.” 

Steve decides his questions can wait. He just wants to keep seeing her happy.

“It’s fine. What’s for dinner?” he asks with a smile and when she beams at him, he knows he made the right decision.

[Part 4]

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[descendantofthesparrow]

Commission work - The Sea Four - poly! Sea three x Reader

Notes; Reader is trans masc (has had top surgery, no bottom surgery-is on T)- non-bio kid of Hades (more apprentice kinda thing with Hades seeing reader as his son cuz reasons), poly ship with Uma, Harry, and Gil.

THIS IS A LONG BOI; ENDED UP WITH 55 PAGES AND 17580 WORDS

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What was originally supposed to be a normal day on the isle, aka running errands for your boss-kinda father figure; Hades. Had turned into something completely different, you had just been heading back to Hades lair when your boyfriend, Harry Hook; came racing up to you, his eyes alight with mischief and near bloodlust.

“(y/n), darlin’, love, firelight, babe-“ you turned, covering the blabbering pirates mouth with your hand, raising your brow at him. “What?” you said with a low sigh, licking your lips as Harry pried off your hand and got into your face, his hook caressing your jaw. “Guess who’s on tha’ isle~” Harry purred, his eyes flashing a slight red and you knew it could only be one person that would make him react this way.

“The dragon bitch is back?” you asked, voice turning dark and sinister, a sadistic smirk growing on your face. Harry just giggled, his hand moving from yours to rest on your shoulder, almost bouncing in place “aye~ and Uma ‘as a plan, she told me ta come get ye” you hummed and nodded, taking Harry's hook from your jaw and shaking it about.

“I’ll be there in an hour, gotta drop the last of the supplies at Hades place” Harry huffed but nodded, grabbing your head and kissing your cheek, rubbing the shaved hair on your head before he bolted off, cackling as you tried to swipe at him for doing that. “Dork” you muttered fondly, shaking your head at your not all, there-there, boyfriend.

Then again, your other boyfriend wasn’t all, there-there either. Gil wasn’t exactly known for his brains, unlike Harry who liked to act kinda stupid to make people underestimate him. The thought made you snort, both your boyfriends were a bit-stupid-mostly on purpose, while you and your girlfriend held the brain cells most of the time.

Well, considering Uma was captain, it was kinda a requirement for her to have the brain cells, though once in a while she let Harry have a turn with it, which led to…sometimes very explosive ideas from him. you chuckled as one of those ideas came to mind, taking out your key to Hades lair and unlocking the front gate, pulling opening the creaking iron gates and stepping inside, spinning on your heel to close and relock the gates before descending into the tunnels, blue lights flashing overhead to illuminate the abandoned mineshaft.

Soon you made it to Hades lair, setting the hefty bag full of food on the floor “Got your stuff” you muttered, spinning on your heel to leave as soon as you could to help Uma plan for revenge when you heard Hades whistle, pointing at you as you turned to face him slowly “c’mere kid” Hades muttered, sitting up properly in his minecart seat and gesturing for you to come closer.

You sighed, stepped up onto his little platform, and crossed your arms “What’s got you in a rush?” Hades asked; a slightly teasing tone to his voice “Got a hot date with your pirates?” you didn’t hesitate to answer his question truthfully “Mal’s back on the isle”

Hades just stared at you, and you could tell he really didn’t care that his biological kid was back on the isle “And Uma wants me to help plan revenge, something about fairy pie” Hades hummed, leaning back in his chair and examining his nails. “Alright, have fun, don’t kill her” you snorted with a nod, knowing Uma had too much planned to kill Mal, saluting him as you turned and left the lair; beelining it to the chip shop.

You let out a cough as you burst into the chip shop, feeling a strong set of arms catching you as you tried to jump down the steps to the main floor “hi Gilly” you grunted as Gil laughed loudly, carrying you over to the main table and setting you down, standing behind you as Uma raced about the shop; trying to keep up with her work while also trying to plan for her revenge against Mal.

Soon enough Uma was finally able to sit down, you, Harry, and Gil surrounding her as she went over the several plans within her mind; one of which Harry wasn’t all too keen to “Wait?!” Harry screeched, slamming his hands on the table, staring wide-eyed at Uma “wait?!?! Why would we wait?! She’s righ’ there, ripe fer the pickin’ and ye want ta wait!!?!”

“She’ll expect us to go after her right away, if we wait, she lets her guard down, if we wait; she makes a stupid move, and then we strike, (y/n) you still got that bleach from doing your hair?” Uma asked you, reaching over and grabbing your arm gently, and you nodded, spinning your turquoise tentacle ring that sat on your left pointer finger. “Good, we’re fucking up her new do” Uma gestured faintly to her hair; which even after seven years still faintly smelled of rotten shrimp, which Uma hated even if Harry adored it since she smelled like the ocean.

Gil snickered at the thought, then gasped “Oh! We can egg her too!” Uma pointed at Gil, an evil smirk on her lips “tha’tta boy Gil, your plan you supply, go get some eggs” Gil nodded, kissing your cheek before he turned and bolted out of the chip shop to go prepare for his part of the ‘humiliate Mal’ plan.

Uma pulled Harry back to the table, holding his wrist as he pouted down at her “I know, I know, just wait; wicked things come to those who wait, and I mean that in both ways” Uma muttered out and Harry licked his lips, glancing up at you with hungry eyes. You smirked, crossing your arms and sitting down next to Uma as she continued to plan.

Only twenty minutes later, Gil burst back into the chip shop, bag full of eggs and eyes sparkling with opportunity “KING BEN’S ON THE ISLE!” Uma stood so fast her chair clattered to the floor, the crew and the customers all staring at him with wide unbelieving eyes “Evie, Carlos, and Jay too! They’re all here! Saw em at the market, Evie tried to dress ‘im up but even I could see through that in a second! He wasn’t even wearing a different color! And he had his symbol!” Gil laughed, waving his hands about as he rambled; walking closer to Uma whose eyes sparked with a new plan for freedom. “I mean-how thick could ya get?”

Uma covered his mouth, her other making a shushing gesture then she turned to Harry “You know what I’m thinkin’, go” Harry grinned, that feral one that sent everyone but you, Gil, and Uma running; and nodded, pressing a hard kiss to Uma’s cheek then grabbing your hand, barking for Gonzo and Bonnie to follow as you all went to go kidnap king Ben.

Harry would not stop giggling as you got closer to the rotten fours hideout, and you could hear the traitors talking as you slowed to a stop at the end of the alleyway. “What now?” Gonzo asked as Bonnie rested her chin on your shoulder to get a better look at the three vks that sat at the bottom of the stairs, squinting as your earring reflected in her eyes.

“We wait,” you said simply, holding Harry’s shoulder as he almost tipped forward in his excitement “from what I’ve seen, Ben is…naive, about the isle, and if they dressed him in his colors and symbol, he’s gonna walk off on his own” you muttered and Harry giggled again, his eyes flashing red within the darkness of the alleyway.

And just as you predicted, Ben came slumping down the alleyway, looking very rejected and sad “idiot” you muttered, watching as Gonzo and Bonnie grabbed him and easily tied him down, the two laughing quietly with Harry as Ben was gagged. “Welcome ta tha’ isle yer majesty~” Harry purred, kneeling to get in the horrified Ben’s face, that snappy smile on his lips before he stood and turned to walk down the alley, reaching back and grabbing your hand so you could make sure the vks got the message.

“Ben…BEN!” Evie called out desperately for the king, the three traitors taking a sigh of relief as they saw Harry, who they thought was Ben, get closer “Ben don’t scare us like that!” Carlos took a wide step back when “Ben’s” shadow split into two, and they stepped into the light, one wearing a maniacal grin and the other looking almost bored, their (e/c) eyes gleaming almost yellow under the burning alley lights.

“Don’t scare ye~? that’s our specialty ~” Harry purred, tilting his head just so as Evie curled her lip, Jay getting into Harry’s face “Harry,” Evie breathed out, Harry leaning towards her with a smirk, but only just so as Jay snarled at him “What did you do with Ben!?”

Harry furrowed his brows, as if he didn’t know what they were talking about! Then he gasped, turning back to point down the alleyway “oh! We uh, nicked him~!” Harry hummed a bit, his grin sharp as he turned back to the traitors, Carlos keeping his eyes on you as you absentmindedly flipped a blade between your fingers. “yeah, um, and if ye want’ta see ‘im again, aaa’ve Mal come to tha’ chip shop tonight~” his voice went serious and he made a gesture that made it clear that if Mal didn’t do as asked, Ben was toast “Alone.”

“Uma wants,” your voice interjected now, a small sing-song tone to it as you smirked at Evie, who was probably the only other person in the group to know why your being here would piss Mal off “a little visit~” Harry giggled a bit, turning to Jay who was glaring at him “aww, Jay~” He gave Jay a once over, pouting a bit at the ex-thief “Seems like ye lost yer touch~” Jay tried to jump Harry only for Evie to hold him back, and you quickly held the back of Harry’s neck to tell him to calm it down before any of you got into a scuffle.

Harry just giggled, turning to Carlos and barking like a dog, hoping to scare the younger vk but Carlos just stared at him, clearly over his phobia of dogs. Harry hummed, turning on his heel and starting to whistle, your hand going from his neck to his shoulder as the traitors stared after you; before Jay started to climb the side of the warehouse to tell Mal the bad news.

-

“Message delivered” you announced as you entered the chip shop, Harry helping Gonzo and Bonnie get the king nice and comfortable in the brig as you informed Uma of the successful kidnapping. “Mal will probably be here soon” Uma hummed, sliding another order onto a table, to which the pirate said it was wrong but silenced themselves with a glare from you. “Good” Uma muttered, waving you off “Go make sure Harry isn’t torturing him, we both know he goes off the rails when he’s excited” you hummed with a nod, and walked off, grabbing the back of Harry’s neck as you walked up behind him, stopping him mid-sentence as he was taunting Ben.

“Don’t spoil the fun darling” you whispered in his ear, smirking as you felt a shiver go down his spine starting from his neck. “C’mon, let his majesty get some rest, he’ll need it for tomorrow” you muttered, mock bowing to Ben and taking Harry to the captain's quarters, where Gil was already waiting at the edge of the bed, happily indulging in some of the rare candies the isle got that Uma kept in a locked drawer in her room.

“Hi! How was the kidnapping!” Gil asked, crossing his legs on the bed as Harry went to join him. You leaned back as Harry’s boots went flying across the room as he kicked them off; chuckling as he flopped on top of Gil, laying heavily on the just larger teen. “Hi!”

“Hi,” Harry muttered back to Gil, snuggling into Gil’s neck, and relaxing into Gil’s arms as he wrapped them around Harry “Uma will be here soon” you announced as you picked up the boy’s boots, setting them near the door “She just needs to make the deal with Mal” Harry and Gil hummed, sharing a look before slowly getting up and walking towards you as silently as they could.

“You grab my hips, I toss your ass onto the bed,” you said almost too calmly as Harry's hands hovered above your body, groaning as you didn’t even turn around to stare at him. “Gil same to you” Gil pouted, taking his hands back from your torso as you walked away from them, sitting in the captain's chair to take off your boots “You know the rules, we wait for the captain.”

Harry let out a grumbling whine as Gil sighed and went back to the bed, going back to the rare candy as Harry slumped over to you, half hanging off your shoulders as you sat up in Uma’s chair, glazing over the papers on her desk before standing and half dragging Harry back to the bed, where you sat down and let out a cough as Harry practically sat on your lap.

“Bit heavy my dear” you muttered, running one of your hands up his leg, smirking as he hummed happily, Gil looking a bit left out before your other hand rested on his thigh. “But we wait” Harry groaned, falling back till his torso rested next to your hips and his hands trailed up your arm that now was on the bed holding you up as your other hand tapped Gil’s thigh.

Gil rambled on about what real candy would taste like when you all got off the isle, about how the ocean would smell, about anything that came to his mind while you waited for the captain. You and Harry listened in intently, and at some point, you laid down with Harry, his head resting on your shoulder as you trailed your fingers up Gil’s broad back.

Soon-Uma entered, looking triumphant. “Did ye do it!?” Harry gasped, sitting up with his legs on either side of your left thigh. “Did ye behead the pixie~!?” Uma hummed, walking right up to Harry and cupping his face, smirking as he leaned into her hands “No, not yet but~” she turned to you, her eyes flashing with victory “it’s the wand for the crown~ tomorrow, at noon-sharp-Mal will bring us the wand in exchange for the king. We will be free~!”

Gil cheered as Harry whooped, throwing his hands up as Uma laughed, throwing her head back as you smirked, your hand resting on Harry’s hip. “Congratulations captain, a job well done as always” you whispered, smirking as she rested her hands on your knees and leaned towards you, a…spicy, smirk on her lips. “All thanks to you, my boys” she whispered, turning towards Harry as he leaned into her space, Gil doing the same; wanting attention just like Harry.

“Shall we celebrate?” you purred, lifting your leg just enough to rub your knee into Harry’s crotch, smirking as he whined a bit, a pink flush already taking over his cheeks as Uma laughed, taking his jaw and staring into his half-lidded eyes, watching as Harry’s hips rocked against your leg. “We shall” Uma purred, kissing Harry deeply as you happily watched the show, Gil doing the same as Harry whimpered and groaned into Uma’s mouth, your leg rubbing up against the hardness growing in Harry’s pants.

Uma pulled away from Harry’s lips, rubbing her thumb on his bottom lip which was stained with her lipstick “Strip” she commanded, her eyes glazing across the three of you as she stepped back, sitting down in her chair to watch the show as you obeyed, Harry almost tripping over himself as he ripped off his jacket and shirt, getting caught in his belts as you slid off your jacket.

“Dork” you muttered, taking off your shirt and then helping Harry get out of his, rolling your eyes as he grinned sheepishly at you “See what happens when you rush? You get all caught up” you muttered, huffing as you felt his hands on your chest, his thumbs rubbing the scars beneath your pecs. He wasn’t listening to you at all, just looking at you, his eyes as soft as his soul. “My beautiful god” Harry whispered before kissing you, and you melted into him, Uma’s warms wrapping around your waist as Gil went to Harry, kissing the nape of Harry's neck as Harry and Uma explored your torso.

You huffed again as Uma’s hand dipped into your pants, her fingers trailing over your hardened T-dick. “Uma” you whispered, falling back into her arms as she hummed, resting her chin on your shoulder as she watched Gil copy her actions to Harry, Harry’s face flushed dark red as Gil rubbed the head of Harry’s dick.

“Gil, you get Harry, (y/n), you get Harry and I~” Uma said as she sank her teeth into your shoulder, sending a shiver down your spine as Harry gasped, tipping back into Gil’s arms as Gil rubbed his thumb across the slit of Harry’s head. “A-aye cap-mmm~” Harry tried to say, his knees buckling as Gil set a good-sized hickey into the crook of Harry’s shoulder.

“Gladly” you muttered, grabbing Uma’s hand and tossing her into the bed, smirking as she gasped “but as the captain, I think you should be the one receiving, not giving; for all your hard work” you looked back at the boys, Harry desperately gripping onto Gil’s arms as Gil looked up at you, his eyes flashing with hunger “Don’t you think?”

The two nodded and Gil went back to work on Harry, pulling his pants and underwear off as you turned back to Uma, placing gentle kisses on her jaw and down her neck, your free hand popping open her corset and caressing her hip “Just let us do the work tonight, okay?”

“Okay,” Uma breathed, moaning into your mouth as you kissed her, lifting her hips to help you remove her underskirt as Harry flopped on the bed next to Uma, both breathing heavily as you and Gil pulled away.

“Fuck yes” Harry panted, turning and leaning into Uma, taking her cheeks and kissing her as Gil went to work on Harry, his eyes glancing at you as you spread open Uma’s legs and licked your lips. “Bon Appetit (y/n)” Gil joked, holding back a laugh as Uma let out a long moan into Harry’s mouth.

“Fuck!”

-

You stood at the gangplank, Gil high above in the crow's nest on lookout, while Uma and Harry taunted the king, all four of you had a bit of a pep in your step. One that only a few of the crew understood, the others just thought you were all hyped for your freedom, which you were.

Soon enough Harry was pacing the deck behind you, keeping his eyes on the king and Uma as they talked, his hook brushing against the small of your back every once in a while “stop that you’re going to run the wood through” you muttered, and Harry scoffed, sniffing a bit as he turned on his heel once again.

“Harry!” Uma called for the first mate and he practically skipped over, all too happy to finally hook the king. Soon, about twenty-five minutes later, Mal and her little friends came out from the tunnel, a girl you knew wasn’t a vk following close behind.

“Hey, guys!” Gil called from above, an eager grin on his face “they’re here!” the crew laughed, leering at Mal as she walked up to the other side of the gangplank, her vivid green eyes glaring into yours, a hint of poison swimming within them. You smirked, knowing why she was staring at you in such a hateful way.

Some would say Mal hated you more than she did Uma, and she hated Uma a lot.

“Welcome!” Harry’s voice echoed behind you, pushing the king towards the gangplank as he threw his arms out in a very dramatic pose, bowing out as Uma laughed, stepping into the limelight as you grinned at Mal, following after Harry to make sure he didn’t do anything rash as Uma took command of Mal’s attention. “Finally!”

“let’s get this party started shall we?” Uma purred, rubbing her hands together as mal huffed, taking the wand from Carlos and meeting Uma in the middle of the gangplank. “Wand for the crown dragon breath, or your little king is going down” Harry cackled from his spot at the gangplank, pushing Ben till he was practically tip-toeing off the edge.

Mal just huffed, as if she was more annoyed by the whole situation rather than worried for her, apparently, ex-boyfriend. Mal stepped forward to hand Uma the wand, but Uma simply narrowed her eyes and held her hand up “Hold up…too easy,” Mal dared to look offended “Why don’t you give it a test drive?”

You grinned at the look of clear panic on Mal’s face “We wanna see it work~” the pirates all cheered at Uma’s words and commanded Mal to give the wand a whirl, Uma looking over her shoulder at you to give you a feral grin. Mal was fumbling, she didn’t expect Uma to ask for an example and Mal hasn’t as hard to read as she thought she was.

“What’s wrong Malsy?” you purred, coping Harry’s sharp yet lazy smile as she glared at you, not happy to hear your voice “Can’t produce any spells for us? Something wrong with the wand~?”

Mal just huffed, turning on her heel to face her friends, Carlos subtly nodding at the dog that had suddenly appeared on the docks. You narrowed your eyes, licking your lips as Gil walked up behind you, resting his head on your shoulder as you glanced between Mal and the dog. “oh, and nothing too big or else Ben’s shark bait~” Uma said, her voice serious yet teasing as Harry giggled, hanging Ben over the plank while Mal glared at Uma.

Mal huffed again, turning to the dog again “Although it seems absurd/turn your bark into a word!” Mal flourished the wand, but nothing came from it, nor did anything physical happen to the dog. Your eyes narrowed, the fairy godmother's magic was one of the only magics to exist behind the barrier, a safety precaution or some bullshit like that.

So why was there no magic, if Mal had in fact brought the real fairy godmother's wand?

Something was up. You had never trusted Mal, and honestly, you didn’t trust her to keep up her end of the deal even if it mean her little boyfriend's life was on the line. You came back to reality as Uma commanded Harry to bring Ben over, Harry looking a bit disappointed at the fact that he wouldn’t be sending Ben to swim with the sharks as he dragged the king over to the gangplank.

Ben was forced to his knees, making you and Uma coo as Mal gasped at Harry roughhousing the king. Uma held out her hand, demanding the wand, Mal mirrored her, demanding Ben. Uma just licked the inside of her upper lip and nodded at Harry, keeping her eyes on Mal “Cut ‘em loose Harry”

Harry glanced between Uma and Mal, groaning about how he never got to have any fun as he sliced the rope binding Ben’s ankles and wrists. Ben quickly grabbed Mal’s arm, Uma stopping him from moving any further as Mal handed over the wand. With a grin from Uma and a sneer from Mal; the wand was yours.

“Yes!” Uma cackled, spinning around to run into the middle of the crew, you and Harry staying back slightly to keep anyone from taking the wand back. Your eyes narrowed as the vks rushed to get back to the tunnel, Mal having to push Ben back since he kept trying to get the wand back. Something was up, no one, not even Mal would give THE fairy godmother’s wand up that easily.

“Okay okay okay,” Uma hushed the crew, pointing the wand to the sky, her trapped magic humming as she hurriedly spoke an incantation to set the isle and its children free “by the power of the sea, tear it down and set us free!” the crew cheered, Harry’s eyes bright with hope that died out as nothing happened.

Uma’s nose twitched, examining the wand closely before realizing what had happened “NO!” Uma screeched, snapping the plastic wand over her knee “YOU DO NOT GET TO WIN EVERY TIME!” Ben’s eyes widened at the easy break of the wand, suddenly realizing the same as Uma as you and Garry glared at the vks, mostly Mal. “GET THEM!”

You drew your sword, yelping as smoke suddenly enveloped the ship; you squinted, seeing Carlos through the smoke as he launched smoke bombs at the crew. “The one-time Mal plans ahead” you muttered, cracking your neck and stepping through the smoke, walking right towards Mal; glaring at the smug-looking girl.

You rushed her, chuckling as she nearly immediately bucked under the pressure of your blade. “c’mon Malsy, didn’t you say you could beat me under a table? What was that, seven months ago?” you taunted, easily blocking her weak blows, she had no idea how to use a sword. She was much better using her fists and knives, and even then-she always had Jay do her dirty work.

You quickly and easily backed her into the dock railings; using your sword and arm to block her in, pressing her down against the railing. “what’cha gonna do now mini-Mali~” you purred, using Hades lil ‘nickname’ for Mal, her eyes flashed green-rage flooding through her veins at that name; she hated being compared to her mother. She let out a scream, kicking you in the gut.

You stumbled back, coughing a bit as you held your lower stomach, shaking your head to regain your senses as Mal ran off. She was little, but man her boots packed a punch. “lil brat” you muttered, regripping your blade and running off after the purple imp. you ended up running into Jay as he was going to meet Harry on the upper dock; it was a short clash, because you knew Harry wanted a proper fight with the son of Jafar, so you quickly spun around and fought the Asian Auradon girl.

“And you are?” you asked twisting your blade around to pin hers to the docks. She smiled, a bit too nicely “Lonnie~! Mulan and Shang’s daughter.” you grinned, chuckling as she easily unpinned her sword and swung at you “cool, honestly they’re my favorite of you Auradon bores.” Lonnie let out a small ‘aww’; holding her hand to her chest “Thank you~! I’ll let them know”

You nodded, bowing a bit before you both delved back into the fight; you swiped above her head, smirking as she skillfully dropped down and twisted on her feet in an attempt to knock you over. You leaped back, redirected a stab to your thigh, and grabbed her wrist, tugging her up and around to the other end of the docks.

After a few more swings and jabs, you had her nearly pinned to the dock rails; you wouldn’t kill her-that honestly wasn’t your style, but as you were about to knock her out-you felt a sharp-blinding pain going from your right shoulder to your left hip.

“FUCK!” You screamed out, feeling heat blooming across your back as your legs buckled. “oh shit” you heard someone mutter from behind you. You turned, seeing Jay with blood on his sword, and his face pale. “oh shit!”

“(y/n)!” you heard Gil yell out, he shoved Ben away, sending the king flying back as he bolted towards you; Lonnie and Jay quickly turned on their heels and ran away from you. His hands caught your arm as you sunk to your knees, feeling a wet heat consume your back and soak into your clothes. Jay had sliced open your back.

“fuck fuck fuck” Gil muttered under his breath, the battle behind him continuing on as the crew attempted to either get the king back, or take the core four down. You grit your teeth as Gil carefully pushed your shirt and jacket up, wincing as he saw the extent of the injury. “Man that’s deep” he muttered, flicking your elbow as you wheezed out a small ‘that’s what she said’.

“Dammit, nothing I can do right now” Gil muttered, hovering his hands over the long and open wound “Stay here, I-I need to go get Uma” he muttered, getting to his feet and grabbing his sword, running towards the battle as you adjusted yourself slowly to sit down properly, wincing as pain flared down your back and shoulders.

Soon purple smoke exploded up on the docks near the tunnel that connected to the garage-and the king disappeared, leaving the pirates confused in the smoke. Mal then kicked down the bridge and Uma screamed, pushing everyone out of the way as she raced for the other shortcut-hoping to cut Mal off.

“(y/n)!” Harry yelled out as Gil pulled him over, Gil bit his lip at Uma’s absence but he understood what she was doing and ran over to you with Harry. “fuck-I’m going ta kill him” Harry muttered darkly, taking your hands and helping you stand; his lip curling over his teeth as you cried out in pain. “that’s it, I’m carrying ye” Harry snapped, picking you up and carrying you onto the ship and into Uma’s quarters “Gil, get Des ‘n the medical pack from me room”

Gil nodded and ran back out of the room, grabbing who and what Harry asked for. You huffed and winced as Harry and Desiree cleaned and stitched up your back, nearly breaking Gil’s hand as he held it out to you in comfort. Harry kept grumbling to himself as he bandaged your back; shorting a bit as you muttered how this hurt less than when you chopped off your tits.

“Shut up” he grumbled, sitting up on his knees and kissing the side of your head, pressing his forehead against your shaved hair. “Don’t try to joke yer way out of this” you just laughed, screwing your face a bit as Harry stitched off your bandages. “that’s how I cope, let me joke through my trauma pleaseeee.” you groaned, laying pathetically on the bed as Gil and Harry stood, cleaning up the mess and going out to make sure everything outside was in order; Harry now the acting captain until Uma returned.

A few hours later, you were woken up from a very hard nap as Bonnie slammed on the door, her face peeking through the gap with a…nervous? Look. “(y/n), your dads here and he won't leave, help” she croaked before she sprinted into the room, Hades form stepping through it a moment later, which made him bend down to fit through the door.

“Hades, go away.” you groaned, mostly ignoring how Bonnie called him your dad as he stomped over to you, his platform boots making the floor creak with effort. “Also not my dad-“ Bonnie audibly snorted at that, and waved you off; sneaking out of the room as Hades stared you down. “What?” you grumbled, very much wanting to go back to sleep.

He just stared; his arms crossed like a disappointed parent. “You are not allowed to make that face” you said with a snarky smirk, pointing at his face “Stop making that face” he just deepened the look, narrowing his eyes and tightening his arms “noooooooo”

He couldn’t help the small smirk on his lips at your whining “I might not be your dad, but as your employer kinda father figure person-no bullshit till your healed. I’m putting Harry in charge of you.” You looked at him, as if he was almost stupid; but you realized Harry would actually tie you down to the very bed you lay on to make sure you didn’t do anything stupid.

He himself had zero impulse control, but hell be damned if you did anything stupid when hurt. “fineeee” you huffed out, face planting back in Uma’s pillow and waving Hades off “fine.” He stared at you for a long moment, then huffed, gently patting the back of your head and walking out’ you could hear him talking to Harry but you were already falling back asleep.

-

“she’s, gone?” you asked, carefully leaning against the headboard of Uma’s bed as Harry gave you an update on the night before-aka what happened at cotillion. Uma appeared, spelling Ben, had almost taken down the barrier, went full sea-god on everyone's ass, and then just-swam away. You knew she had a bigger plan behind her surrender, so you knew she didn’t just give up-she was looking at the bigger picture.

But as of now, she was gone-not a trace of her to be found.

Harry nodded from his spot in front of you, one of his legs tucked under the other that was gently laid across your lap; Gil was laying down behind him-staring at the wall in a near depression.

In just one day, everyone had felt the strain of Uma’s absence, she was an important person on the isle, in your relationship, and in the crew-she was a captain in more ways than one. You sighed, rubbing the back of your neck as you leaned forward, resting your elbow on your knee; wincing as your back flared with pain.

“Dammit, Jay” you grumbled, closing your eyes as you carefully stretched until the pain went away. Harry’s hand found yours, and you looked into his eyes-his pretty ocean blue eyes surrounded by black that were looking so concerned-for you. “I’m fine, it’ll be like a month before I can move without pain but-I’m fine” he just hummed, his eyes dropping down to your fingers as Gil sat up, resting his chin on Harry’s shoulder.

“Do you wanna borrow my razor (y/n)?” Gil asked, pointing at your face. You just rose your brow in confusion, reaching up to feel some scruff on your jaw. “ah, that-nah” you muttered, moving your arms in a way to make the shaving motions just-put too much strain on your back muscles “shavings gonna have ta wait, besides” you glanced at Harry, who was almost starry eyed at the idea of you having a beard-even if it was just scruff “I think Harry likes the idea”

Gil laughed, shaking his head as Harry leaned up and kissed your jaw, watching as you fondly rolled your eyes at the action. You three would be okay, a bit lonely and lost without Uma; but you would be okay.

-

Harry dyed his hair black and ripped the sleeves off all his jackets and sleeves; Harry was not okay-man went full emo. Gil had to hold him down as you fixed his shit.

-

“i-what?” Mal asked, almost offended as Hades flipped the ember between his fingers, his yellow eyes staring, almost bored, into her green ones “no-no way.”

“No dice then. You want the ember? (y/n) goes with you; god knows if you have a lick of sense with knowing how to use it.” Hades said in a near-snarky tone, a lazy smile on his lips. Mal huffed, gritting her jaw as Celia stood, pretty confused, at the top of the stairs. She knew you were closer with Hades than most-he had called you his kid before (not realizing he had, and you immediately chucked something at him if you were around to hear him call you that) but for him to bargain the ember, for your freedom?

Wasn’t really like him. Mal just stared at Hades; her eyes hard. Then she closed them, holding out her hand again “Fine. (y/n) comes with” she snapped, not happy with the idea, not happy at all.

Because-what did you have-that she didn’t?! Why would he-her biological father-chose some-random dude like you?! You were just an errand boy for Hades, why did you get special treatment?!

Why did you get the father she had wanted since she was a baby?

Mal turned on her heel as Hades placed the ember in her palm; stomping up the mine shaft stairs, Hades reminded her that if the ember got wet-it was game over.

“Noted, let’s go find (y/n)” Mal grumbled, rushing right past the mine bike and pouting down the mineshaft-Celia doing her best to keep up. It didn’t take long to find you; you were where you always were; the lost revenge. “imp” you muttered in ‘greeting’ as you finished checking up on the last of the ropes and sail anchors, turning to Mal with crossed arms, your lip curling up to give her a sneer as she stood at the other end of the gangplank; Celia right behind her-who seemed much happier to see you. “What do you want?”

“I needed the ember, and Hades told me I couldn’t have it without taking you with me off the isle” Mal grumbled, palming the ember as she glared at you; practically foaming at the mouth as you just rose your brows, pointing at the ember “But-you have it? You could’ve just easily left with it”

Mal froze for a solid five seconds, as if just realizing-yes-she could’ve just, left. And Hades wouldn’t know until after the fact. “Dammit” Mal groaned, face palming, then she shook her head “just-I keep my promises-let’s go” you stared for a moment, then blinked; furrowing your brows as Mal started to walk off, then looked back at you-wondering why you weren’t following. “Come on!”

“What do you even need the ember for? That thing is basically just a battery drainer but for magic?” you muttered, slowly following after Mal as she groaned and muttered curses beneath her breath “Audrey has the scepter, couldn’t get the wand, ember is the next best bet-end of story!” Mal yelled as you walked through the tunnel-Mal easily redirected towards the inner workings of the isle; walking through the market towards the alley where Celia took the lead, so you and Mal followed her into the arcade.

“What's (y/n) doing here?” Evie asked as she joined Mal’s side, intertwining their hands as Mal sighed, clearly wanting to pitch her nose but she had no free hands. “you got the ember?” Jay asked, keeping his eyes on you as you stood in the background-not really wanting to be there; you had first-mate shit to do.

“That's what (y/n) is doing here” Mal muttered, holding the ember tight against her thigh “Hades made a deal, (y/n) goes with us, I get the ember” Carlos, Evie, and Jay looked pretty surprised at those terms; because-Hades would willingly give up his ember to get some-errand boy-off the isle?

They all leaned sideways from behind Mal to look at you, seeing you just staring at all the arcade games, smirking as you saw one you and Harry had hacked a bit back.

“Alright then” Carlos mumbled, shaking his head as Mal asked if they got the bikes back. “the only way back is the bridge” Mal muttered laughing a bit as Evie mumbled about her comfortable heels. Jay grabbed their arms, a deep frown on his face “yeah, we need the remote to access the barrier-and-I uh, left it with my bike” Jay muttered, wincing as Mal just stared at him.

“Man, we have lost our touch” Carlos groaned, rubbing his face as Celia stepped forward, grabbing something from her bag “I lifted it off of you” Celia announced, lifting the golden barrier remote into everyone's view; Jay and Carlos lit up at the sight. Mal and Evie looked proud. “I thought it could be important, and it was-so” she handed the remote to Jay, who grinned and nodded.

“Nice” he muttered, reaching out and patting her arm; turning on his heel as Mal called for the bridge. “let’s go” Mal muttered to you, avoiding your eyes as you snorted and strut after the group.

-

“We did it, we made it!” Harry and Gil had jumped through the barrier after you, Harry grabbing your collar and planting a heated kiss on your cheek; making you laugh as Gil bounced around-before they noticed the other vks, staring at them as if they were insane.

“Hey guys~” Harry cooed, grabbing your hand and bowing a bit “we’re just comin’ for a wee visit~!” he shared a grin with Gil and started to walk forward, only to be pushed back by Carlos. you closed your eyes, huffing into your hands as the boys started to fight, Carlos and Harry shoving at each other until Carlos bumped into Mal, who had been failing to get the boys to calm down; making her drop the ember.

“No!” Mal screeched, alerting Harry of the ember's importance and he quickly kneeled and scooped the ember right out of Mal’s grip, sending the ember into the sky and over the ocean. Mal screeched out again, watching her only chance to save Auradon drop into the ocean right before her very eyes-unable to do anything about it.

You felt your heart skip a beat as a familiar turquoise-colored tentacle popped out of the waves and caught the ember, Uma rose up a second later and shook her head to give a bit of a dramatic flair to her already dramatic entrance. Uma smirked, raising the ember high in the air, taunting Mal with it “Drop something~?” Uma purred, cackling as Mal yelled for her to give it back.

“Uma!” Harry and Gil yelled out, all too happy to see her; Harry almost fell into the water to hug her if it wasn’t for your hand on his neck. Uma grinned up at them, tilting her head happily as she waved “That’s my name~”

She made eye contact with you, and winked, giggling at the flash of happiness within your eyes, your grin almost rivaling Harry’s. Uma locked eyes with Mal again, taunting her with a smirk as she curled the ember tightly between her tentacles and dove back into the water-Mal yelping out in panic; she couldn't lose the ember!

Everyone watched in near awe as a tower of swirling water began to rise, soon exploding and soaking everyone, you looked behind you at the other side of the bridge as everyone else searched the waters, wondering if Uma had just-left. She hadn’t, there she was, on the bridge, holding the ember with that wonderful smile of hers.

“hey boys~” she purred, laughing as Harry and Gil whirled around to look at her, Mal only looking frustrated and annoyed. Harry cackled, holding out his hook as he practically skipped over to Uma, her pinkie curling around his hook in greeting as he welcomed her back.

“Welcome back~” Harry purred, getting a good look at her to make sure she wasn’t hurt before settling behind her, his eyes on the other vks to make sure they (Mal) didn’t do anything stupid. Lest they face the wrath of Uma’s boys. “Where have you been?” Gil asked, frowning a bit as he stepped up to Uma “it’s been like-two years”

“Planning her revenge no doubt” Mal snapped, scrunching her nose in anger as Uma scoffed and rolled her eyes; she actually hadn’t, she had been enjoying her life outside the isle and sunbathing on the beaches Auradon had to offer “It’s not all about you Mal” Uma taunted, all too happy to shove that fact in Mal’s face.

Mal just rose her brow, as if saying ‘so? I’ll make it about me’ (if yall don’t know/can't tell by now, I don’t like canon Mal :/) “I was looking for a hole in the barrier, to let everybody out? And you know what I found boys?” Uma completely turned her back to Mal, knowing her boys would protect her if needed while also telling Mal ‘you aren’t worthy enough to have my guard up around you’. “it’s way better out there than we thought!”

Uma’s eyes sparkled as she began to recount what she had seen while outside the barrier “there's this thing that looks like a furry rock, called a coconut; and fish so big you can dance on their backs!” Uma turned back to Mal, the purple-haired girl just crossing her arms with a sour look on her face. “and they’ve kept it all for themselves?” Uma taunted as Harry made a small clicking noise with his tongue, shaming the vks for withholding the freedom of Auradon from the vks still on the isle.

“Whatever,” Mal said with a roll of her eyes, holding out her hand for the ember; somehow expecting Uma to just-give it back. “I need that, to break a spell.” Uma chuckled a bit at the demand while Carlos provided some insight, something that actually might have Uma decide to help instead of dooming Auradon.

“Cast by Audrey, sleeping beauties daughter” Uma actually looked a bit surprised at that, she had seen the once brown-haired princess before on the news; she always seemed so much like her mother. But Uma knew to never judge a book by its cover, and that princess must’ve held some dark secrets if she had cast such a spell as the one covering Auradon.

“So, the good guys the bad guy?” Uma laughed, turning back to her boys who just smirked at her “hmm, well-I might not give it back” she pursed her lips; clearly just trying to antagonize Mal “see what happens~”

“Uma, it is not the time for games, people's lives are in danger!” Mal yelled out, quite dramatically; making Uma snort while you and Harry started laughing, Gil rolling his eyes as Harry leaned towards him with a sharp grin.

Uma glanced back down at the ember, slowly making her way towards the edge of the bridge without Mal noticing what she was actually doing “Guarantee me, that every single villain kid that wants to; can get off the isle” it was a solid deal, the isle’s freedom in return for Auradon’s safety. But Mal just huffed, throwing her hands up as if she didn’t have the power to promise such a thing (which, she really doesn’t??? she’s lady of the court, girl ain't the queen yet)

“I can’t do that” Mal sneered, her lip curling slightly as Uma just rose her brows, rolling her eyes as she went towards her boys, you and Harry giving her an opening to the edge as she whirled back around and held the ember over the water. “Can’t do that? Well, how about now!”

“DEAL!” Mal yelled out, her eyes wide with panic, but she quickly tried to save face; trying to seem as if she wasn’t at all worried about Uma extinguishing her only hope to save her new home. “Deal.”

Uma smirked, pretending to stumble and nearly drop the ember, cackling as Mal let out a panicked semblance of a word; Evie reached out to stop Uma from doing anything more “Uma!” Mal almost looked mad Evie was trying to help, glaring at the blue haired girl “her word is good” Uma rose her brow, knowing Mal was a creature of lies, and you saw how Mal’s eyes flickered to the bridge for a moment.

She felt guilty over something, she had that same tell since you were all kids; something her mother had tried to beat out to no avail. Your eyes narrowed, keeping your eyes on Mal as Uma pursed her lips, her eyes on the ember as she stalked towards Mal; who still kept her hand out, still expecting Uma to just hand over the ember. Uma sucked on her teeth before shoving the ember into her vest pocket, smirking as Mal huffed and crossed her arms like a pouting child who lost their toy “I’ll still keep this, for the time being. Because if you think I trust you to save the world on your own?” Uma chuckled, leaning towards Mal with a sinister yet knowing smirk “Think again.”

Mal just glared, clearly not happy about the situation. She took a moment to glare at you, her nose scrunching in anger as you laughed with your boys, taking Uma’s waist as she turned to you “this is a job for pirates~!!” Harry cackled and gave Uma a solid palm smack, Gil taking her shoulder and looking very excited for the adventure to come.

Uma rubbed her hands together, excited to see if Mal would swallow her pride and accept Uma’s offer or if she would pull a Mal. Mal glared full-heartedly at you and Uma, her eyes beginning to glow but Jay quickly de-escalated the situation and pulled Mal back by her arm, muttering something into her ear.

Her eyes went off the side for a moment, as if contemplating something, then she huffed, clenching her jaw “fine.” She snapped lowly, tilting her head in a way that told Jay to take over for talking; since Mal wanted to be a pouty baby. ‘for a leader, she’s real bad at getting along with anyone’ you thought to yourself, and she had been that way since you were all young, another trait handed down from her parents. Yes, parents. As in both Hades and Maleficent, both stubborn assholes who didn’t like to share.

So really, it was no wonder Mal was a stubborn bitch who refused to meet in the middle.

With the nod from Mal, Jay nodded back, turning to gil and Harry; glaring. “where are our bikes?” bikes? What bikes? You glanced at Harry, who started to giggle, Uma looking just as ‘what did you two do?’ as you did. “oh yeah” Gil laughed, gesturing back towards the isle with that smile of his “we crashed em~!”

Jay and Carlos looked pissed, and you would be too if you didn’t give a fuck. Harry nodded with a cackle, beginning to act out revving the bike and driving it off a ramp, then it crashing and exploding. He giggled at Jay’s reaction, pointing at his face and turning to Uma to see her reaction. She just rolled her eyes with a fond snort.

Your eyes drifted to Evie as she stepped forward, and you wondered when she had gone from the fake ditsy fashionista to mom friend. “Here’s a thought?” Evie said loudly, Harry hiccupping as she interrupted his teasing laughter, she sounded almost completely over everyone being at each other's throat, Auradon was on the line and fighting between each other wasn’t going to help “we could try to be friends? Put our history behind us and celebrate our differences.”

Mal just started at Evie like she was insane, as if she would ever consider being friends with shrimpy and homewrecker. Mal turned, glaring at you and Uma as you both just stared at Evie, wondering why she was doing this now and if there was a point to it.

“yeah?” Evie encouraged with a smile, looking towards Mal, who just blinked at her, Jay and Carlos staring hard at Gil and Harry. Evie then reached into her sleeve and pulled out a small red drawstring bag that held several blue gumballs “Who wants gum?”

“Do you carry that with you everywhere?” you asked, pointing at the bag, Evie nodded with a grin “that’s weird” Evie snorted slightly, still smiling. When she noticed everyone else staring at her like she was crazy, her smile dropped slightly, her lips pursing as she shook the bag “no?”

Uma rolled her eyes, hands on her hips as she turned on her heel and began to lead the way towards Auradon “let's go” Mal let out a sharp noise, holding up her hand, you and Harry rolling your eyes at Mal’s need to control everything. “No. I’m in charge” Mal glanced around, seeing her side of the group had no complaints, while Uma’s side glared at her, one looking just-so bored (you, you were very bored, and over Mal’s stupidity) “let’s go”

With that, Mal started off, Uma snorting as she did; knowing she was getting under Mal’s skin with little effort, she was going to enjoy tormenting Mal during this little joint rescue. Evie sighed, taking a gumball and popping one into her mouth, sliding the bag back into her sleeve and following after her fellow vks.

-

After what felt like two hours of walking, the group of mismatched vks made it to the Auradon prep gardens, all pausing at the sight of dozens of students sleeping away. Clearly not willingly. “they’re asleep” Evie whispered as if she was afraid to wake anyone up “all of them.”

“Spelled by your princess” Uma muttered, moving further into the gardens, eyes peeled for any sign of danger while the Auradon-bound VK’s were too busy paying attention to their phones, trying to get ahold of their loved ones. Well, minus Jay, who made sure the spelled students were okay.

Gil followed Jay around while you and Harry kept close to Uma, though Harry did go off to snatch a wallet or two. “five, four, three, two, one” you muttered to Uma as you counted down the time until Jay would step in and stop Harry, to which-he was right on cue. “you do,” Jay said as he took the stolen cash from Harry, continuing Harry’s little ramble about him deserving compensation for joining the rescue mission “me not squashing you like a bug” Harry just giggled at Jay’s threat, tossing the now empty wallet on the white metal table and taking his hook, getting into Jay’s face with a maniac grin.

“Think I’m scared of you Jay~?” Harry cooed; his eyes bright with the urge to shove his hook through Jay’s jaw. Jay just glared right back, the two boys straightening up as Mal and Uma called for them to cut their shit out. Harry huffed, giving Jay a dark glare as he walked away, soon Harry made his way back to you and Uma, pouting as he did so.

“Hey, we have to play nice, for now,” you muttered, taking Harry’s free hand “you and Jay can hash at it later, right now; we focus on Auradon and the kids” Harry glanced at you, and huffed, but nodded; leaning down to kiss your forehead.

“fine” he grumbled, perking up as Evie called for everyone's attention, her eyes wide with terror and shock as she stumbled away from a statue of a frightened girl “Ha-Hannah turned to stone” Evie whispered, Jay catching her shoulders as Evie’s hands went to cover her mouth.

“holy shit” you muttered, walking up to the stone girl and resting your hand gently on her shoulder, the stone was ice cold, nothing compared to the comfortable temperatures of the school grounds.

 “All right everyone stay on your toes, we’re not dealing with just a sleeping spell anymore” Jay muttered, and his words rang sharply in everyone's chest this was no longer just a race to find Audrey and stop her from sending everyone off to sleep, this was to stop her from doing worse.

Hanna gave no notion of life within her stone-turned eyes, Audrey had invertedly killed her, and however more people she had turned to stone. “since we’re here” Uma said as she passed by the statue “let's check the school, even if that princess ain’t here we might find a clue” Mal pursed her lips, glancing to the side before she spoke up “No”. Uma slowly turned back, not liking the tone of Mal’s voice, as if Uma’s suggestion was stupid. “Audrey went after the crown, so, I think it's safe to assume she went after Ben and the castle next?” she looked to her friends to see if they agreed, and they nodded, it was in fact the most logical answer. Mal nodded back, happy to know they agreed. “then that’s where we'll go.”

Uma licked her lips, turning back on her heel to step closer to Mal, her shoulders back in defense “says who?” Uma challenged; Mal just frowned, stepping up to copy Uma’s movements, her eyes narrowed with warning “says me” Mal spat back, the two girls getting almost nose to nose as they glared at each other.

“says you and that’s supposed to mean something to me?” Uma huffed, tilting her head up slightly as she tilted closer to Mal, who was about to insult Uma right back when you and Evie spoke up, interrupting their little tough talk.

“Guys,” the two said, already tired of their bullshit, you continued to speak as Evie shook her head at Mal, telling her to knock it off with the whole holier than thou bit. “we don’t have time for your bickering, yet here we are watching you two bitch as if we’re not on a time crunch now.” you hissed, stepping closer to the girls and pushing them apart, glaring at Mal as she smacked his arm.

“Don’t touch me” Mal snapped, surprising her friends with the venom in her voice, one not even heard for Uma. You just glared, unaffected by it, then raised your brow “Then get you’re shit together, ain't leaders supposed to be level-headed? And not wasting time picking fights?” Mal let out a low hiss between her teeth, pouting a bit, not wanting to admit you were right.

So she just turned to her friends, stepping away on her right foot “to the castle” with that, she was off, her friends at her heels as the pirates and Celia lagged slightly behind; Harry’s arm once again around your shoulder, Gil holding your free hand.

Uma peeked over her shoulder, smiling at the sight of her boys, she had missed them so much and she couldn’t be happier to be with them again; now she just had to endure mal and her goons and they would be home free.

-

They were bickering again. You sighed, rubbing the bridge of your nose. They really couldn't just-chill for five minutes, could they? Nearly the entire way to the castle they had bickered, and now you were inside the castle, looking for Ben; they were once again-bickering.

“Bet you lost sleep thinking ‘bout me being on the loose” Uma hummed, crossing her arms as she, Evie, and Mal strut down the hall of armors. Evie sighed, giving you a glance that clearly said she was over the two’s bullshit. You just huffed back with a chuckle, feeling the same; you loved Uma, but her and Mal’s little shit fest wasn’t all that fun to listen to for the thousandth time.

“No, dragons don’t really lose sleep” Mal spat back, trying to keep her cool, but with another glance from Evie; you knew she was bull-shitting, she had lost sleep, while Uma simply went about with her freedom. You let out another huffed chuckle, ending up next to mal while Evie stepped between the two girls, trying to get them to chill out “I wonder what fried shrimp tastes like~?” Mal wondered aloud, attempting to intimidate Uma to no avail, only succeeding in annoying her by bringing the stupid shrimp thing back up.

“Can you two not do this? I thought we were looking for Ben, who could be in danger, and yet here we stand as if waiting for coffee~!” you said in a snarky tone, glaring at Mal as she huffed and turned to sneer at you, her eyes alight with near hate that didn’t seem to be completely directed at you.

“Shut it, gravedigger, no one asked you” Mal spat, flinching as Harry, Uma, and Gil let out a loud offended noise at your defense; Uma grabbing Mal’s shoulder to get Mal’s attention back on her. You didn’t care much about her little insult; it was hardly one anyways; so you used to be a grave digger so what?

Though with how Mal was basically royalty on the isle, and now almost royalty in Auradon, she might be a bit classist, and a grave digger was one of the lower classes of any society, at least to Mal.

“What the hell is your problem with him?!” Uma practically yelled, her lip curling over her teeth as Harry glared at Mal over Uma’s shoulder “You’ve been practically bullying him all day, If it's me you gotta problem with; take it up with me, don’t take it out on him!” Mal sputtered for a moment, unable to tell Uma the truth about why she hated you but Harry, accidentally, saved her ass; calling out in panic as the suits of armor surrounding the walls of the room jerked to life.

“Girls, cut tha’ shit! we ‘ave a problem!” he yelled out, grabbing Uma’s arm as the two knights nearest to the group turned to them, pink smoke flowing from their visors. Mal gasped in fright, bumping back into Evie and Gil as Audrey’s voice echoed from the knights “It would be wise to listen to the pirate, Malsy~ your pride will be your downfall” Audrey hissed, and the knights soon attacked, the horde slowly and loudly making their way to the group.

“Run, run!!” you yelled, pushing at Mal and forcing her frozen form to move, everyone made a run towards the doors, only for the way to be blocked, Celia on the other side of them holding Dude in her arms, her eyes wide with fright.

Luckily she was out of the way, and hopefully would stay safe. “no choice, we hav’ta fight!” Harry yelled, grabbing a sword from a nearby holster and slashing at a knight that just came a bit too close to Uma, the blades clashing against each other.

You sighed, taking one long look around the room, you were heavily outnumbered; this wasn’t going to be easy. Hopefully, Mal and Uma could get their shit together long enough to get through this, cuz hell if you were dying by enchanted armor.

-

You tossed down the sword you had taken from the wall holsters, cracking your neck as the rest of the boys celebrated with each other, Harry and Jay chest bumped; Carlos and Gil did the same a moment later, their previous plights with each other forgotten for a moment.

That is until Mal and Uma almost high-fived and immediately jumped away from each other in disgust, Mal wiping her untouched hand on her pants. The boys cleared their thoughts uncomfortably, joining their respectful leaders. You sighed, shaking your head and joining your boys, closing your eyes as Uma’s hand curled around your jaw, her thumb against your scruff which she grinned at.

You heard a huff of distress from Evie, and you let out a sigh of your own; knowing what she was about to say “Guys come on!” Evie cried out, glancing between the toppled knights, and the two groups “this was so great! All of us, working together! Everything was easier, right? Just-think about it-if we all stop-bickering with each other” She gave a stern look to both Uma and Mal; Mal glancing away while Uma rolled her eyes “We can maybe save Auradon before tomorrow, huh?”

Evie looked around, hoping to see some compromise from either side, Mal just pouted, while Uma sighed; seeing Evie’s point but not wanting to budge unless Mal pushed aside her pride. Evie let out a long sigh, seeing that neither girl was going to budge, she put her hands on her hips, pursing her lips as she tried to think of a way to get everyone to *at least* stop being at each other's throats.

A slow smirk grew on her face, if they wouldn’t willingly get along, she could embarrass them into it. “I know what we can try~” Evie sang, giving Carlos a small side glance, stifling her laugh as Carlos subtly shook his head, begging her not to do it. “An ice breaker.” Mal, Carlos, and Jay all groaned, Mal covering her face in practical 2nd hand embarrassment as Evie brushed her hair back and turned to the pirates, her eyes sparkling with devious intent.

The pirates look suddenly fearful for their lives, all leaning away from Evie as if that would protect them from her ‘ice-breaker’ “Now” Evie started, clapping her hands together and beaming at the pirates “You say something you really like about the person, and then they return the favor~ okay? I’ll start” she got a good look at each of the pirates, slightly laughing through her nose as she did so.

Gil just looked utterly confused, Uma was just looking back at her as if she was crazy, Harry was-legit holding his breath and looking away-like a child in trouble, and you-you were nearly doing the same as Uma; through your arms were crossed and you were biting the inside of your lip-hoping she wouldn’t choose you.

“Harry,” Evie finally decided, Harry groaning lightly as he closed his eyes and finally released his breath “great accent” Harry blinked-not expecting Evie to-actually compliment him-something that was actually his-not his ability to fight, or how scary he was-but something that was-him. He blinked at her again, furrowing his brows a bit as Evie beamed and gestured for him to go. “Now you go~”

Harry pursed his lips, slightly debating on whether or not to go along with the little game when Uma interrupted it, holding up her hands and stepping forward “okay-where does this cheerleader bunk down? We may not find her there, but we might find a clue about where she actually is? We’re wasting time here as it is.”

Evie pouted a bit; she could tell Harry was about to speak but-Uma had a point “Evie?” Mal said, taking Evie’s hand and leaning into her point of view “I love you,” Evie beamed and echoed her words back “and as much as I hate to admit it-Uma’s right” Uma looked surprised to hear Mal say those words. Evie only looked delighted to hear that, finally! Some progress~!! “Audrey clearly knows we’re here, and what we’re trying to do-we need to find out where she is, and where ben is-if we’re going to save Auradon. The longer she has the scepter-the more powerful she becomes and the harder it’ll be to save her and Auradon”

Evie frowned and nodded, squaring her shoulders as Uma stepped up, looking right at Mal “yeah-so-where does she hang out usually? We’ll need to start somewhere.” Mal huffed, furrowing her brows as she thought, Evie providing the much-needed information “actually” Evie muttered, tapping her chin “she’s still in the dorms” Mal gasped and tapped Evie’s shoulder in revelation, remembering why Audrey was still in the dorms.

“Right! Because of summer school!” at this, Harry burst into laughter, so the precious spoiled princess was still in school? Summer school?? “What?! summer school?” you glanced at Hartry, huffing as he bumped your shoulder and then grabbed Uma’s “Summer! School! No wonder she wants revenge~” he ended with a pitched giggle, hiccupping as Mal clapped her hands together loudly and interrupted him.

"Okay! I need you guys” she looked to both sets of boys on either side of the room “to go find Ben. we will meet up at Evie’s in, two hours. Okay? We” she gestured to herself, Evie, Uma, and Celia “will go to the dorms to look for any clues on Audrey.”

Uma hummed, pursing her lips a bit-seeing the perfect opportunity to mess with Mal “Sounds like we’re going with my plan, I’m jus’ saying” Mal rolled her eyes, throwing her hands up in exasperation, not wanting to admit Uma’s plan was a smart one “It was kind’ve the obvious plan." Mal snapped, scrunching her nose as Gil loudly announced that Uma had thought of it first, Uma turned to him with a snarky grin “Right so my plan?” you and Harry nodded in agreement while Mal threw up her hands again and stormed off, Uma quickly catching up as to not let Mal take the lead again.

You sighed and tilted into Gil’s side as he threw his arm over your shoulder, glancing back at Evie to make sure she was following before the six of you(plus dude) split from the girls, following Dude into the forest where Ben’s cent trailed off into.

-

You huffed as you all came to a stop a few miles into the woods that surrounded the royal castle; wondering where the king had gone. Dude was sniffing around towards the path that apparently led to the enchanted lake-his head perking up towards the left of the path. You blinked, remembering the marks that covered the walls and flowers of the castle-that all seemed to originate from the hallway where Ben’s office apparently was.

You had to wonder-what if Audrey turned Ben into a Be-“so-you got any idea why Mal hates you so much?” you jumped as Carlos’ voice suddenly broke through your train of thought, glancing to the side to see the freckled teen, his hands on his hips as he joined you in watching Dude smell for Ben.

You shrugged “Don’t know, and I don’t care. Whatever beef she’s got with me is entirely her own. I mean-I do got problems with her, but that relates to Uma. As far as I know, I’ve never done anything to her to make her so” you waved your hand in a vague gesture that Carlos easily understood “iffy towards me.” Well, you did have a small idea, but that was her bullshit and her bullshit alone. It wasn’t your fault or choice her deadbeat dad chose some random kid over his own.

Carlos slowly nodded, smiling a bit as he saw Gil and Jay chatting away over the blueberry bush, Harry in the background pouting away “so how long have you four been tougher?” you laughed, shaking your head, honestly-you didn’t even remember when you had gone from friends, to a fling, to a full relationship with the sea three-it just-kinda happened.

“bold of you to assume it’s a relationship” you teased, fully implying that it was in-fact a relationship and not a fling. Carlos just snorted, crossing his arms “yeah, that’s what Mal, Evie, n Jay think; I think im the only one who's caught onto you four. Mal keeps betting the fling will burn out, Evie thinks ya’ll will get married, and Jay doesn’t really care…or at least he tries to say he doesn’t.” you had to cover your face to stop your laughter, because oh my gods the core four(minus Carlos) were fucking betting on you and the pirate's relationship.

“They got nothing better to do?” you chuckled, covering your face again as Carlos rolled his eyes with a shrug “you’d think huh? I can't wait to see Mal’s face whenever ya’ll announce your relationship.” You snorted at his words, perking up as Harry let out a piercing whistle and started walking after Dude who was suddenly bee-lining into the forest.

“yer mutt’s goin’ off on ‘is own pup!” Harry snapped out, Carlos quickly following after the taller pirate as you, Gil, and Jay followed their lead-Dude led the group deeper and deeper into the forest, following a trail of deep claw marks on the trees and forest floor; setting a nervous feeling into everyone's gut as they followed Dude.

Still no sign of Ben.

Where the hell was he-you spun around at the sound of something heavy cracking leaves and sticks on the forest floor, and it didn’t sound like it was alone. It sounded like there were several sets of footsteps-all walking on fours. You turned back around, seeing Gil and Carlos both looking where you had been a moment before; Harry and Jay still following dude.

You opened your mouth to call for them to stop when a terrifying roar broke through the almost eerie silence of the forest. You turned, screaming with Carlos and Gil as a stone lion pounced towards you, its pearly jaw wide open in preparation to snap your neck through.

You hit the floor with it on your chest, your hands pressed to its nose and chin and pushing back against the stone, eyes wide in panic. “FUCK” you yelled out, planting your boot on its smooth underbelly and pushing-but alas-you were only human, and 80 pounds of stone pressing on you like an actual lion was not looking good.

Your head hit the floor again, your vision upside-down as you saw Harry being pinned, screaming as a pair of jaws bit into his shoulder, Jay and Gil being cornered into a tree, as another lion circled Carlos and Dude; the fourth lion eyeing the group-as if determining which boy to make its meal.

Harry screamed again, his voice breaking as he sobbed in immense pain. You looked back at him, tears burning at your eyes as you felt a heat burn at your inner left wrist-almost feeling like a fire was sparking at your skin. “Harry!” you yelled out, giving one final shove to the lion on top of you, not bothering to look as you somehow pushed it off of you and it landed a few feet away, looking shocked you had done that.

You ignored the sudden burst of strength and bolted over to your boyfriend, the flurry of adrenaline and fire licking up your skin making you ignore the even larger lion-like figure that leaped over you towards Gil and Jay, the stone lion crumbling under its form.

You slammed into the lion that was pinning Harry, clenching your jaw as it ripped away from Harry’s shoulder and ripped his skin further, making him scream out in pain as the lion crashed into a tree and made it topple over-the lion's head cracking off from the impact.

“fuck-Harry!” you yelped, practically straddling your injured boyfriend, his free hand desperately grabbing at your thigh as you tried to figure out how to help him-the skin and clothes on his shoulder horribly mangled and bleeding rapidly. “fuck-fuck fuck!”

Your shoulders were grabbed and you were pulled back, you nearly bit whoever grabbed you but you calmed when you noticed a girl with dark long hair and a water gun spraying Harry, his wounds healing in an instant. “the fuck?” you whispered, but you pushed the how away and hugged Harry tightly as he sat up, wincing as the girl got the back of his shoulder as well. “oh my gods-don’t you ever do that again!” “call it payback fer Jay slicing yer back” Harry grunted, giving jay a sharp grin as he winced and rubbed the back of his head, muttering a small apology, Ben-BEN!(who was…very furry and had fangs?) hanging off his side, looking worried.

“Is he okay?” Ben asked, a slight lisp to his words, you turned back to Harry, who nodded, seeing his bite wound was gone, not even a scar. “thank the gods, actually-thank you Jane” jane, the girl with the water gun, nodded with a small smile, leaning into Carlos’ side as he hugged her.

“Ignoring furry Ben and magic water,” Gil suddenly said, grabbing your shoulder and making you stand “how in the hell did you do that? You can't even beat me in arm wrestling on a good day?” you furrowed your brows, wondering what he meant when he pointed at the decapitated lion and the other than you had pushed off of you(which was now crumbled to pieces thanks to Ben). you shrugged “adrenaline?” you questioned, not really knowing what you had done that was so miraculous, you had heard some people were able to access something akin to superhuman strength in times of need or desperation, yours was saving your boyfriend.

“I don’ think so” Harry muttered, pointing at your left inner wrist, where your leather bracelet was beginning to smoke. You yelped and ripped it off, seeing an indent in the inside of it, in the same shape as your tattoo-which was Hades’ symbol-one he made you get around 15 years old “so people know you’re under my protection” he had said.

Maybe he had given you much more than just protection.

“Fucking Hades” you grumbled, rubbing the tattoo-it was hot-like a lit ember. He really just had to do the most, didn’t he? Mal was going to be so fucking pissed.

Whatever-she should really direct at her dad though, it’s not like you chose him to give you so much attention. You didn’t mind it, but gods he was a weird one.

-

It took nearly an hour to get to Evie’s place-which-you had to admit was very nice. As you walked up the path to the patio/front doors(?), Mal and Uma threw open the doors, Mal bolting up to Ben as Uma met you and Harry halfway, eyes widening as she saw his torn shoulder. “what happened?!” Uma yelped, gingerly taking the ripped jacket fabric and folding it away from his skin, the fabric still stained with his blood-yet there was no injury to be seen.

“Audrey sent stone lions at us” you muttered, squeezing Harry’s free hand as he offered his hook to Uma, a small smile of comfort on his lips as Uma took it with her pinkie “one of ‘em went after Harry and got his shoulder bad-Jane” you nodded over to her, still holding the water-gun. “healed him with that magic water, so-no permanent damage”

Uma sighed in relief, waving her hand over Harry’s shoulder and fixing his clothes. Harry hummed with a smile, shaking his shoulder-happy to have his clothes back to normal and taking Uma in a hug-quietly asking her if she was okay. She nodded and patted his shoulder, then went to Gil to check him over.

You turned to Harry, smiling as he looked down at you, his thumb rubbing your exposed wrist after he took your arm. “you gonna tell her?” Harry asked quietly, meaning Uma-since you apparently had been fully claimed by Hades-her uncle. You shrugged “don’t really see a point to, might’ve been a one-time thing” you muttered back, leaning into his shoulder as everyone gathered up, Mal letting Ben/the group know about the clue they(Uma) found at Audrey’s dorm.

Harry led you over to Uma and Gil, Gil eating an orange that he somehow got. “we all think Audrey might be at Fairy cottage, any idea where that might be?” Mal asked, biting the inside of her lip as Ben nodded, crossing his arms as he glanced off to the side “yeah, Audrey took me there every fairy godmothers day…where is FG when you need her" he grumbled as an afterthought, everyone looking to Jane at that. She shrugged, suddenly looking crestfallen “I wish I knew” Jane mumbled, and then Carlos was at her side, a small red box in his hands-looking a bit flustered.

You turned away at that, letting them have their moment. Suddenly, it was decided that Jane and Doug would go out to look for FG, Uma stepped up to suggest they have some extra muscle, since-well-Doug wasn’t the best guard. Gil volunteered himself, and everyone announced they would feel better if he did go. Including Doug.

And soon enough, the three were off, leaving everyone else to plan for the fight/sneak attack on Audrey. Mal’s gaze caught on your inner left wrist as you passed by her to go inside, and she felt a small fire of jealousy ignite in her chest-but she ignored it for the moment, there were more important things going on than her daddy issues.

-

“so-you were just-stringing us all along??? And then what? then what Mal?? What were you going to do when we all realized-no more kids were coming off the isle? What was your plan??” Uma seethed at Mal, her eyes glowing with unparalleled anger. Mal stumbled with her words, stepping back as Uma stepped forward “were you just going to keep lying??? Keep dragging it on till you were backed into another corner?! What the absolute fuck mal!?!”

Uma threw her hands up, spinning on her heel and storming away from Mal, who looked worse than a deer caught in headlights. “I cannot believe I let myself trust you, that I let myself forgive you!? You never changed, you’re still that lying snide rotten no-good bitch!” Mal gasped for breath, shaking her head and trying to regain her footing but Uma just whirled around on her, getting in her face once more. “fuck you Mal. And here I thought I could be friends with you again, I thought Auradon did you good. All it did was put a wolf in sheep's clothing.” With that-Uma shoved Mal back, snapping her head towards the forest and storming off-you and Harry following behind her.

You stepped closer to Uma as you walked further into the forest-away from Mal-and grabbed her hand, squeezing it as she clutched it tightly, shaking in your grip. She was just-so angry-so angry she just wanted to stop and cry-she really couldn’t believe she let herself trust Mal again. Mal had done nothing but hurt her over and over again, and yet Uma let herself trust Mal again….only to be hurt-again.

Harry was just as angry, though his anger was quiet-and sad, his eyes downturned to the floor, his breath shaking and hook hanging limply from his fingertips-he had failed Uma-he promised to protect her and he failed, he let Mal hurt her…again.

As you crossed the threshold of Auroria castle courtyard-you heard Mal running up behind you, panting for breath and sounding heartbroken, an extinguished ember in her hands. “Uma!” Mal called out, her eyes and cheeks red and wet with tears “Uma-please-stop-please! We have a chance if we do this together!”

Uma stopped in her tracks, glaring into Mal’s red-rimmed eyes, uncaring for the sob fest Mal was offering “your friends kick you to the curb?” Mal just looked sad-her lip wobbling “good” Uma snapped, baring her teeth a little, and about to continue forward to find Gil, then get the hell outta Auradon after making a stop at the isle for the crew.

“Uma,” Mal started again, holding her hands up in near surrender “Ben-Ben saw something in you, and-and I finally saw it too; you-you care, about everyone! On the isle, your friends, hell even us four who-who practically left you all for dead three years ago” Uma frowned, trying to recall when she had cared about the four, but remembered the moments she protected them during the battle with the nights, and when she had helped Mal at the starter castle. “please-please help me, Auradon is worth saving, if not for me-then the kids that deserve to be here-I know I did a stupid thing and im sorry but” Mal sobbed, offering the ember that was black as coal-hoping Uma could help her reignite it. “please…”

Uma just stared, almost moved by her words-but-Harry, being done with Mal and her constant betrayals, took one look at Uma, and made a decision to not let Mal get the chance to hurt Uma again “you talk pretty” Harry snapped, glaring down at Mal, who suddenly realized he was also there “but-she’s already made up ‘er mind” Harry ended in a whisper, looking back down at Uma, not wanting to overstep her boundaries.

She looked back up at him, realized what he was doing, and nodded, looking back at Mal “you got yourself into this mess Mal, you get yourself outta it. Let’s go.” Uma patted Harry’s chest and grabbed your hand, the three of you moving around Mal and away from her.

Uma held her head up high as you entered the other side of the forest, taking the path you had taken from Evie’s place to hopefully find where Gil had gone. You all stopped at the sudden dragon roar that echoed through the forest and Uma turned on her heel, furrowing her brows as bright green fire and pink flashes of light illuminated the spaces between the trees.

Uma snarled to herself, turning again and kicking a tree, you and Harry jumping back to give her space as she cursed loudly “This is stupid, this is stupid-this is so fucking stupid!” Uma finally yelled out, turning and bolting back towards the castle, you and Harry close behind. “are we helping Mal all of a sudden?!” Harry yelped out, puffing as you chased after Uma. You shrugged, your feet nearly sliding out from under you as you came to a sudden stop-Audrey was on one of the spires of the castle, Mal flying around her attempting to do-something-you didn’t know what.

But you heard someone screaming out in fear and panic-and it sounded like “Celia!” Uma yelped, regaining her senses and bolting forward again, you and Harry once again at her heels “Mal doesn't stand a chance without the ember, and without the ember, Ceila’s gonna get hurt!” Uma hurriedly explained, running towards the battle between Audrey and Mal-Mal attempting to ignite the ember with her dragon fire-only for nothing to happen.

Audrey took Mal’s moment of confusion with the ember to strike her wing and chest-the ember flying out of her claw and sending Mal spiraling to the ground, a pained roar echoing across the courtyard. The ember hit the grass along with Mal-who whined and rubbed her scaley face into the dirt crater she had created with her crash.

Audrey cackled from her place upon the spires, pink lightning crashing into the sky, Celia screaming as she was held tight to Audrey’s side, the scepter nearly pressed to her face in a threatening motion.

“shit-where the ember go?!” Uma yelled, running up to Mal to assess the damage done by Audrey, while you and Harry turned to look for the dropped ember. You spotted a slight spark in the dark of the grass, bolting over and grabbing the dark ember; flipping the crystal in your fingers “got’cha” you muttered, wincing as you felt your wrist burn again, eyes widening as the ember begin to relight, your wrist tattoo glowing the same color. You sighed and shook your head, fucking Hades.

You turned, about to get the ember to Mal and Uma when a strike of lightning missed you by only a few inches, Harry and Uma calling your name in panic. You looked up, seeing Audrey looking right back down at her, eyes locked onto the sparking ember-her eyes lit with rage.

“oh, shit” you muttered, taking a leaping step back as she sent another bolt at you, clearly trying to stop you from reigniting the ember. Uma and Harry called your name again, and you turned, seeing  Mal looking right at you-her dragon eyes wide with panic. You grunted as you were blasted off your feet, rolling into the hit and soon standing back up-looking down at the ember that was still sparking-waiting for you to put a little more juice into it.

You looked up, seeing smoke curling into the sky, still Audrey's magic; but not the same spell she had been using. Something told you; you couldn’t be able to dodge this one. You took a deep breath, clutching the ember in your hands and reeling your arm back, throwing it just as lightning came down from the sky, hitting you just as the ember left your fingers-glowing a bright blue as it ignited at the last second.

Harry let out a wail, bolting towards you-or well-were you used to be-now there only stood a statue-mid throw and face set into determination. “(Y/N)!!” Harry screamed-dropping his hook into the grass and cupping your face, tears polluted by his eyeliner streaming down his face.

Uma stared in shock, the ember sitting limply in her hands, Mal next to her staring in shock, her dragon eyes blinking rapidly-you-you had just sacrificed yourself…to-to save Auradon? Mal huffed quietly, jumping as the sky above darkened with clouds, rain suddenly falling upon them like sheets. Mal turned, eyes widening as Uma began to emit a glow from her body, her necklace echoing like a homing beacon.

The ember dropped to the grass and Mal quickly picked it up with her claws-watching in near horror as lightning and thunder coursed across the sky-Uma staring at Audrey with a stare that could kill a god. Audrey stared back, looking very frightened. “oh I fucked up” Audrey muttered, screaming as Uma suddenly appeared in front of her in a flash of lightning and punched her in the face, sending Audrey off the spire.

Harry looked up as thunder crashed in his ears, his hands on your shoulders as he stepped closer to you, hoping whatever Uma had tapped into wouldn’t hurt you. Celia was suddenly at his feet in a swirl of teal-looking dizzy and confused before she jumped up and hugged his waist, the two watching in near awe as Uma hit Audrey over and over again, flashes of lightning marking her sudden teleportation skills as Audrey was blasted back with a powerful tunnel of water. Audrey gagged, dropping the scepter and bending over, hugging her stomach after Uma hit her right in the gut.

“How-fuckin-dare-“ Audrey cursed, eyes widening as Uma came to a sudden stop, her eyes glowing gold as Mal rose up behind her, roaring as her wings spread wide-the ember glowing brightly in her hands. “Don’t you Auradon brats know?” Uma snarled, tilting her head down dangerously “villains never win.” In a bright flash of blue light-Audrey dropped to the floor, the scepter dim once more and the queen's crown rolling off of Audrey’s head, the princess cleansed of the evil magic.

Uma let out a shuddering sigh, turning and bolting over to Harry-the pirate still holding your stone form-Celia still clinging to him-letting him go in favor of Uma-who quickly took the girl in her arms and made sure she was okay before she slipped under Harry’s arms and held your face-sobbing at the cold feeling against her fingers “(y/n)” she whispered, rubbing her thumb against your cheek.

Uma’s lip wobbled, years in her eyes as she nearly collapsed; she had just gotten her boys back, and now one was a statue. Harry held her tight as her legs shook, pressing his cheek to the top of her head as she sobbed into her hands. They turned as Mal’s friends burst out of the tree line on the opposite side of the courtyard, Mal looking overjoyed to see them. “you’re okay!” Mal cried as she transformed back into a human, jumping into Evie’s arms. Evie let her have the hug, but still looked very upset with Mal.

Mal suddenly pulled back, her eyes wide “But-if you guys are okay-then why isn’t…” Mal turned, looking towards you, wondering why you were still stone. Uma frowned, overhearing Mal and turning to her “What? what do you mean?” Uma cried, and Mal bit her lip “They-Audrey turned them to stone” Mal gestured to her friends and fiancé “but-with her defeat and they turned back-so-why?” Mal gestured to the defeated Audrey, and then to you-still stone. “Why didn’t (y/n) turn back?”

Uma glanced between you and Mal, then pointed at the ember “use the fucking-dumb thing-undo it!” Mal swallowed, seeing Audrey was dead asleep-and she could sense the spells Audrey cast were turning against her-and Mal wasn’t sure the ember could reverse this-as far as she knew-it was just a power drainer. “i-I don’t think I can use it to do that” Mal whispered, bowing her head as Uma let out an enraged cry, Harry holding her tight, hiding his face in her hair, his shoulders shaking a bit.

Did-did they just lose you? Did they risk their fucking lives just to lose one of the loves of their lives??? In what way was that fair?! It was deadly quiet in the courtyard as Uma sobbed in Harry’s arms, the two grieving for their lost love-oh god-what would they tell Gil?

Mal realized-the relationship between the four pirates-were much more serious than she thought…idea! “Uma!” Mal suddenly yelped out, running over to her and sliding to a stop next to her “you three-you love (y/n), right?” Harry and Uma glanced at each other, then at (y/n), then they nodded “and you all love each other?” they nodded again, and Mal grinned, gesturing to (y/n)’s stone form “remember what you said earlier, to Evie?” Uma furrowed her brows, wondering what Mal meant “True loves kiss?” Mal encouraged, hoping that helping the pirates help get (y/n) back-would ease the guilt she felt (about multiple things) “works every time?”

Uma swallowed harshly, stepping away from Harry and towards (y/n)-biting the inside of her lip as Harry followed her. “you think that’ll work?” Uma asked quietly, not really talking to anyone. Mal nodded- stepping back and covering her mouth as Harry and Uma stepped closer to you. “yeah-I think you might need Gil though” Mal muttered, jumping as Uma waved her hand-Gil appearing in a swirl of teal.

He looked utterly confused; before a heartbroken expression spread across his face at the sight of you “What happened?” Gil cried, rushing to his lover’s side, reaching out to take your outstretched hand. Uma quietly muttered the events that had happened only minutes before and Gil slowly nodded, understanding what they had to do.

Mal turned with a glance from Harry, making her ‘friends’ do the same. With their backs turned, the three pirates each took a place close to you, Uma was on your front, her hands on your shoulders, Harry on your left, and Gil on your right. They all took a deep breath and leaned in, pressing their lips to your skin (Uma to your lips), all stepping back after a long moment, holding their breaths as they waited all too long to see if their kisses worked.

The tension fell from their bodies as the stone began to crack and crumble away from your body, your chest rising with a deep breath as your upper body was freed from your stone prison. “That was fucking terrifying” you muttered, collapsing into your beloved’s arms, wrapping your arms around Harry’s waist as Uma buried her face in your neck, soaking your jacket with her fresh tears of relief.

You hummed, feeling Gil wrapping his arms around you, Uma, and Harry, squeezing the three of you tightly and comfortably “Thank the gods that worked” Gil muttered, making the others nod in agreement. You pulled away slightly, pecking Harry’s lips, then Uma’s, then Gil’s, bringing them all back in for another hug “I love you” you whispered, and they all whispered it back.

-

It was decided that Hades would be brought over to Auradon to hopefully save Audrey from her rebounded spells; and Uma, Harry, you, Gil, and Celia; would return to the isle as well-to protect the kids still there. in the meantime-Ben had a few rooms set up for you four-but you all clambered up in one room anyway-not caring for how scandalized FG looked at the idea of four people dating at one time-but she quickly got over it-spelling the bed into one that could fit you all.

Hours later-after Uma, Harry, and Gil had settled-you couldn’t sleep, wandering about the halls of Beast castle-trailing your hands upon the claw marks Ben had set into the walls. You ended up in the library, sitting on one of the window seats, a book resting in your hands, the pages flipping idly by once in a while as you read.

You heard someone walk up about an hour into your reading, you glanced up-seeing Mal in her pajamas, looking like she had seen a ghost. She was probably still reeling from the fact that everyone turned against her after she revealed her lies-and from the fact she had been the deciding factor in Audrey’s turn to evil. You hummed as she stepped closer, flipping the page of your book as you finished the page. She climbed up onto the window seat with you, sitting cross-legged across from you, staring at you while you continued to read.

You glanced up after a few minutes, seeing her just-still staring at you, her hand clenched around the glowing ember. “yes?” you muttered, closing the book and setting it aside, leaning back against the window seat wall. Mal huffed, curling gin on herself, hugging her legs as her eyes went down to the ember “why did he choose you?” Mal asked quietly, her nose scrunching slightly-finally airing out the question that had been bugging her for so many years now-the reason she had been so mean to you.

You sighed, letting your head hit the wall behind you “he-he who? I hate the pronoun game Mal.” Mal rolled her eyes, tossing the ember at you, you easily caught it, spinning it between your fingers “Hades. My dad. Why did he choose you? Why did you get him? why did you get my dad when I was left with my crazy mother” Mal hissed, pouting as you let out a low sigh, rubbing the bridge of your nose.

“look-Mal” you leaned towards her, resting your elbows on your knees “I don’t know. And frankly-I don’t care. but-“ Mal was about to yell, you could tell, so you quickly held your hand up-stopping her from doing so “-I do understand why you care-and I agree, it’s not fair to you. You’re his kid, his biological kid, and yet he didn’t claim you. It has to sting, I get that, my actual parents shunned me for being trans-“ Mal frowned, remembering the day your biological “mother” chased you down the market street-cursing your dead name to the heavens about how you were such a disappointment, and how god would never forgive you.

Your father had disowned you the same day, throwing all your stuff out of your house. It had been the same week you had become a grave digger. But you didn’t care about that now-you had a better family, your pirates-your….boss/father figure that was actually Mal’s dead-beat dad. “-so believe me-I do get not being wanted by your parents.” You reached out, taking Mal’s hand.

A tear streaked down her cheek, her face crumpling and she sniffed “its-just…he found someone worth changing for…but I just wish it was me” Mal sobbed, her father-her father who abandoned her when she was a baby, not even old enough to remember him ever holding her-had easily taken in a child that wasn’t his own-becoming a father of someone not his blood.

Honestly-she was proud of that change-she-she just wanted to be the reason he did. You hummed at her words, tilting your head slightly, encouraging her to continue. Mal sniffed again, tears streaming down her face “because if he changed for you, it means-it means-I wasn’t worthy enough for him to change.” You let out a long sigh, gripping Mal’s hand tightly.

“He’s an asshole Mal, it’s not hard to admit” Mal snorted, wiping away her tears with her free hand, yet they still kept coming “he’s an asshole who ignored his kid for some random one who couldn’t care less about him-you did deserve to have a proper parent, everyone does. So fuck him. I don’t know why he chose me-and I don’t care-but blame him for that shit-that was all his choice-“ you leaned towards her, tipping up her chin and giving her a small grin “but don’t blame me for his choices, don’t blame me for his assholery-you don’t wanna be judged by your parents right?”

Mal suddenly flushed, realizing how much of a hypocrite she had been “Then don’t do the same for me, okay?” Mal let out a long shaking sigh, nodding and wiping her tears, letting out a whimpered apology to you-a true heartfelt apology “I’m so-so sorry (y/n)” Mal whispered, her shoulders slumping. “I shouldn’t have treated you the way I have these last years-just because of my dad being a butt” you snorted “i-I’m so sorry.”

You smiled, taking her hand again “Apology accepted.” Mal sated at you, her eyes filling with years again “Now if you can give that kinda apology to your friends, and make up for your choice-I’m sure they’ll accept your apology too” Mal rolled her eyes, sliding off the window seat and starting to walk away “Mallll”

“I will-I promise. Thank you (y/n), goodnight….and I’ve changed my mind on the barrier thing” Mal muttered as a final word as she walked away, making you grin-flipping the ember in your fingers, your eyes flashing yellow with the gift of hades.

-

“She actually apologized to you? Mal??”  Uma asked as she looked up at you from your lap, Harry’s head tucked into your shoulder as Gil lay across his chest. It had only been a few hours since the four of you returned to the isle-Hades probably being transported back to the isle by now-hopefully after successfully waking Audrey. But the four of you had settled into Uma’s cabin upon your return-finally able to enjoy each other's company.

 You nodded with a hum, curling a strand of Uma’s braided hair around your fingers, shrugging as Harry let out a scoff “she did-actually admitted why she hated me n stuff” you muttered, dropping your hand into Harry’s that rested on your stomach “Girls got a lotta parental issues-it’s a wonder she hasn’t gone to therapy yet.”

Harry let out a loud snort, shaking his head as he got comfortable in your side, Gil rearranging himself to do the same.  “The day she goes to therapy, is the day I’ll give Jay a hug” Harry joked-giggling as you wrapped your arm around his neck and pulled him up to kiss the top of his head. he easily turned that into a full kiss-soon turning heated as he pulled himself up and wrapped his arms around you, his tongue poking at your bottom lip.

You chuckled into his mouth, letting him explore your mouth as Uma’s warm hands drifted under your shirt, her thumb caressing the scars across your chest. “Getting frisky are we?” you purred as Harry pulled away, his soft lips trailing down your scruffy jaw, his hands cupping the back of your head.

Gil laughed as he sat up from Harry’s torso-moving to sit on your other side and taking off his shirt “honestly-you got turned to stone a few days ago-I think we all need a bit of tlc” you let out a laugh, soon interrupted by Uma’s lips as Harry’s attached to your neck, his hands trailing down to your waist, sliding under your boxers.

You hummed into Uma’s mouth as Harry’s fingers trailed over the sensitive nerve that was soaked with your slick-his fingers eventually venturing inside you-pressing against your g-spot. You moaned into Uma’s mouth, rocking your hips into Harry’s fingers, Harry’s still-clothed cock rocking up against your thigh. Gil watched the show with excited eyes, his hand resting on his thigh as the other trailed up Uma’s arm as she continued to lavish you with kisses.

“you wanna fuck or be fucked (y/n)” Gil asked, drawing his hand Under Uma’s Shirt, undoing her bra. You hummed at the question, licking your lips as Harry’s palm rubbed against your nerve. You smirked, turning to Harry, grabbing his chin-forcing him to look up at you, his eyes dilated and half-lidded-his cheeks bright red “fuck me my pretty pirate” you purred, chuckling as he leaned up and kissed you heavily, Uma leaning back to enjoy the show, taking off her shirt as Gil rubbed her back-her clothes joining Gil’s on the floor.

“kiss me sunshine boy” Uma purred, giggling as Gil took her face and kissed her, Harry climbing on top of you as Uma was moved to Gil’s lap. You watched Gil lavish Uma with his lips, Harry taking your pants and sliding them own-allowing you to sit up and take off your jacket and shirt. You kissed Harry as he popped back up, smirking as he moaned, his nimble fingers curling around your wrists, thumb rubbing your exposed tattoo.

“Love ya bug” you whispered to Harry as he pulled away, his lips swollen, he smiled at you and kissed you again, echoing your words back as your arms wrapped around his waist.

“love ya too (y/n)”

-end-

Sorry for not doing full smut!!! Not really in a mood for that heh. But daaaaaaaaaaang this took me WAY too long to write T_T I think I got this commission way back in September-and now its nearly Christmas-legit less than a week away-but-! Hey! I got it done before the new year!!! But yeah-this will be the last of my harry fics for now-unless I get very inspired. My commissions aren’t closed tho-so-don’t be afraid to ask-I just will limit what I write about if it’s about Harry(aka no d3-that was what fucked me over on this fic)

But anyways-thank you @random-thoughts-004 for being so patient while I wrote this!!!

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> Show him the parcel. You were going to use it for leverage, anyway.

Your hands shake. It's a very stupid idea, and it might just get you killed. But you'll be damned if that hasn't happened already, and you'll be damned if you're not proud of yourself rotten for figuring it out.

And if it does get you killed, well. At least it will be with a smidge of satisfaction.

You shove your hand in your bag and hold the package up to the light.

"This—"

It's only a fraction of a second. You don't have any better words for it: the air goes wrong.

He stares at the box in your hands, completely frozen. 'Sockets wide, eyelights shrunk to a needle tip in his skull.

Every single one of your instincts is screaming at you to run, but you don't move, either. You try to meet his eyes, but he doesn't try to cross your gaze at all.

"huh," he says, at last.

The pressure in the room deflates a bit.

You can't help feeling a little delirious.

You thought he was untouchable. Every time you had to fight him, no matter how hard you tried, no matter how fast you struck, he was faster.

And then you saw it: the chink in the armor. It was enough to drag you back on your feet, to slam every last drop of willpower to begin again. Tabula rasa. Except this time, you had an advantage.

"You shield your shoulder, when you dodge." You raise the box to your chest and tap it gently above your heart, in demonstration, "Right here. I figured it had to be something important."

Sans leans forward in the chair. It creaks ominously, and you flinch at the sound. His face is inscrutable.

"cool," he says, his voice flat, "problem is, i don't remember fighting you."

Something about the way he says it...

You shake your head. It doesn't matter. He wouldn't understand, anyway.

"How do you get out of the Underground?" you repeat the question.

Sans tilts his head at you, then shoves his hands in his pockets. He lets his shoulders drop with a shrug.

"you don't."

"I don't believe you."

"welp. don't believe me then. it's not gonna change much. that's, uh, not how the barrier works." He shrugs again, leaning back into the chair with an air of nonchalance, but his eyes still won't leave the package, "your people kinda set the rules. we're not just taking a vacation down here."

"There were other humans here before—"

"they're dead."

Something twists inside your chest. The human in the photograph smiles on.

"All of them?"

"look, buddy, you seem like a smart kid," he interrupts you again, "you really wanna go home… i feel ya. but sometimes, you gotta learn when to quit. and, uh, this is one of those times. as powerful as your SOULs are, no human's ever made it past the barrier alive."

There. You almost miss it. The barest flicker of his eyes, darting to the side, then back like nothing happened.

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Falling Away With You | Ch. 48

Sebastian x F!Reader and M. Rasmodius x F!Reader

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Chapter Summary: Y/n goes a little apeshit at JojaMart lmao

Author’s Note: *Crawls out of a pit covered in dirt and blood. Slaps this chapter down in front of you, on a SUNDAY no less!*

My health situation hasn’t improved whatsoever, but I will prevail, damnit!!

I wrote most of this and posted to ao3 early this morning, and haven't had a chance to proofread really. I'll do my best to get that done soon ^.^ Sorry if there are any weird wordings. Also sorry for the complete lack of Seb and Magnus in this one, I hope the shenanigans make up for it <3

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I hate that stupid, cryptic, blue note I got.

Ever since it came, I think about it every time I check the mailbox, without fail. I don’t want to, I kinda just want to forget it exists, but I just… I dunno. I have a bad feeling about it. A gut feeling. Like, something’s totally up with it. It’s just been sitting in my closet for safekeeping until I decide what to do, though.

For some reason, I’ve been too nervous to bring it back up to Magnus. He’s forgotten it exists, from what I can tell. I think I’ll do my best to keep it that way for now. It feels more like my burden to bear than his, and besides, he’s already got the whole region to take care of.

After today’s confirmation that I don’t have bills or anything important like that, I head inside to get ready to leave the farm. Reeeally hoping my routine will shake out my heebiejeebies.

I got the OK from Magnus to use his fancy shrine for Spirit’s Eve. Got an idea of what I think I want to make myself look like, too. Maybe a tiefling or something. If tieflings don’t really exist, I’m sure some sort of succubi, or imps, or some sort of creature that looks like one’s gotta, no? I suppose I could always fall back on just pretending I’m an elf… man, a tail and horns would be so fun though. 

Either way, tomorrow is the big day and I am so ready for it.

I mean, like, almost ready. Whatever.

Today I’m going to Magnus’ place to get some practice in. Just a precautionary measure to try not to, like, blow myself up or something.

I’m gonna keep my outfit cozy and easy to move around in, but I have half a mind to make sure I wouldn’t mind losing these clothes in particular if something goes wrong with the transformation. Just some leggings, some crew-cut socks, an old hoodie, and my favorite boots, since I won’t have my shoes on in the shrine anyway. All of it is in black. Sebastian cosplay. 

I’ll pop my red studs in too, gotta commit to the bit. I haven’t had time to talk to The Emo and see if he actually did get his shit pierced last night, but assuming he did, and assuming he was able to use these for it, I wanna go all out, baby.

Now, before I head to the tower, I’ve got some errands to run around town. I woke up a bit late so there’s gonna be more people out than I’m looking forward to, but hopefully I have no creepy Alex encounters or awkward conversations with Shane again.

I promised Sam I’d visit him at work sometime soon, so I might as well head there first. He hates it there, and it’s been a while since we’ve caught up, so I’ll hopefully be a welcome distraction. I’ll bring him a coffee too to keep his spirits high.

After it’s done brewing, I grab two foam cups and pour the coffee in. Knowing Sam, he probably needs this stuff sweet, and I’m in the mood for sweet too, so I pour in a bunch of vanilla-flavored creamer. To make the beverages ~gourmet,~ I add a little whipped cream to each, as well as a light drizzle of chocolate syrup. After securing the plastic lids and giving Cannoli some well-deserved love, I head out.

While I pass by the bus stop, I make eye contact with Pam. I’ve never spoken to her, but… I dunno. I can’t tell if I like her or not. She gives me a nasty stink eye and I can only further assume she’s as mean as she outwardly appears. Unless she was just cursed with an intense resting bitch face...

I smile Pam’s way anyway. She doesn’t smile back, but that’s okay. It doesn’t benefit anyone to be so judgemental of her.

I pass a few local moms once I make it to the town square. None really mind me, which could mean they either didn’t notice, or they don’t care. Either is fine by me. I don’t hear what they’re saying, but Caroline talks very animatedly just before the rest of the group bursts into laughter.

I turn my attention back ahead as I pass by Pierre’s and nearly bump into Marnie as she’s leaving the shop.

We both squeak out a little “Oh!” before apologizing in unison.

“I wasn’t really paying attention,” I double down. 

“Oh, that’s fine. I rarely ever am!” She then motions to the two cups in my hands and adds, laughing, “At least the coffee’s safe!”

I awkwardly nod in agreement. Then, a brief flash of myself actually spilling coffee somewhere down the road raids my mind, my necklace tingling against my skin and my fingers practically buzzing.

Great.

“Everything alright, sweetie?”

That probably looked weird. “Yeah, sorry,” I try to recover, “just sleepy today!”

I take a sip of coffee to emphasize my point. Plus, I might as well drink what I can before these puppies go down. Hopefully I’ll be able to save at least one of them when the time comes.

“Aw, I’m sorry to hear that!” She puts a gentle hand on my shoulder. “I need to get back to the shop, but take it easy and don’t overwork yourself, you hear?” 

I nod, thanking her and waving her off with a shy grin before I continue moving. Once I get closer to the spot I’m supposed to be spilling these drinks — just before that little bridge over the river by JojaMart — I begin to walk more cautiously. If I can just keep these steady and focus on the ground… 

A sneeze creeps up on me. Oh god. Oh god oh fuck oh no.

Just as I’m beginning to carefully place one of the cups on the side of the bridge for safe keeping, the sneeze forces its way out of me. Luckily, one beverage — the one I hadn’t drank from yet — stays safely in my hand. Unluckily, the one I was working on trying to keep safe fell to the stones at my feet, opening up and dispersing its contents fucking everywhere.

God damnit. 

“Nice one.”

God fucking damnit.

I look up to the voice. It turns out Shane’s outside having a smoke. He’s at the opposite end of the bridge watching my clumsiness unfold with an aloof look about him. He’s bent over to lean on the stone wall, his right elbow propped up and his corresponding cheek in his palm. His left forearm is flat against the structure while his left hand lazily dangles his cigarette between two fingers.

Is that pink nail polish on one of them? I wonder if that’s Jas’ doing. 

I merely groan back my response, picking up the now-empty cup to discard in the trash bin near the store. As I proceed on my walk of shame past Shane, I point out, “At least my clothes stayed safe.”

Shane follows and asks, “How many ants do you think you murdered with that accident?” 

I grin a little at his dry humor. “Oh it was a massacre,” I bounce back. “The war in Gotoro pales in comparison.”

“Ha!” Oh my god, I made Shane — the grumpiest fuck I’ve ever met — laugh?! “Right on. Seems like pointless violence anyway.” 

I turn to see if I can catch him smiling for the first time, like, ever. It’s not there anymore, but there’s a residual brightness in his features.

Shane snuffs out his cig on the ashtray built into the garbage’s lid, abandoning it there before shoving his hands in the pockets of his bright blue shorts.

“Those sons’a bitches,” he nods in the direction of my carnage, “they had it coming.”

My nose scrunches as I laugh a little, giving him a funny look. “Damn, what’d they do to you?”

There’s a playful glint in his eye, as he deadpans me. “Exist.”

I shrug and nod — I get it, they can be pretty annoying! — and follow the man as he makes his way through the white-rimmed, glass-centered automatic doors. I try not to cringe outwardly at how many self-righteous pro-Joja fliers are on them.

Shane stops a few steps into the store. Turns around. I stop too and look up, tilting my head. What’re you looking at, punk? I think to myself. Dunno if I’d be pushing my limits by trying to say it out loud. Better not.

Shane gives me a weird look too, but I can barely see it. My senses are taking their damn time getting used to the obnoxiously fluorescent lighting.

“Don’t you shop at Pierre’s?” Shane wonders out loud.

I blink a few times as I adjust to the environment and then nod. “Visiting Sam,” I explain.

“Ah.” He nods too, in understanding, and then looking the other way he continues, “Enjoy.”

Shane makes his way towards a door to the right of the manager’s office. Says “Employee’s only,” so I’m assuming it’s a break room or something. I don’t miss the incorrect apostrophe, but choose not to linger on it either.

“You too.” He looks back over his shoulder, so I pair my well wishes with a lazy salute.

“Buh.”

…Buh?

I smile. I think he’s warming up to me!

Feeling a tad lost now that I’m alone, I look around before making any advances. Should’ve asked Shane if he knew where Sam would be around now. I dunno how the shifts work around here.

The cashiers to my left — a visibly exhausted red headed woman, probably in her late 30s or early 40s; and a scrawny, scruffy looking teenager, with thick-framed glasses sitting atop his freckled nose — both look miserable.

The boy is boredly leaning against the counter, zoned out on the ground in front of it. The woman looks totally spaced out on nothing in particular. It almost seems like she’s fighting off sleep, too. Poor lady. 

The woman and I lock onto each other. She looks away from my face before I can even register it, but I notice her eyes flicker longingly to the coffee cup in my hand a few times after the fact. I peer between her and the beverage twice before I all but scurry away into the aisles. I’m too awkward for this. My only option is to retreat. Never said I wasn’t a coward.

While I venture past the boatloads of boxed, bagged and canned foods in search of the resident dog boy, I observe some of the products. Some don’t look safe for consumption, while others seem like they’d be fun to try as a one-off sort of deal. It overlaps a few times as well. I mean, why wouldn’t I want to try this cereal which very explicitly states on the box that it’s more sugar than grains? It makes me stifle a giggle. I like the brutal honesty. 

I stop and stare at it for a sec. Gnawing my lip. Wondering if I should just…

No. I shan’t.

I break away from temptation and trek on. As I reach the end of the aisle, I pan across the back of the store. More shelf-stable products, a small produce section… ah!

Sam looks like he’s supposed to be mopping the floor near the freezers. To be fair, he is holding a mop, and it is touching the floor! But instead of cleaning, he uses the tool as a microphone; singing against the end of the brown wooden handle, both hands passionately gripping it as he bends his torso to quietly belt one part in particular. Sam’s eyes are shut, his bulky black headphones are secured over his ears, and he has not a single worry in the world. 

Holding his coffee in both hands now, I stop walking and lean against a nearby shelf. Observing. Waiting. Eventually he’ll have to see me.

He does a little spin move and carelessly bumps into the bucket of soapy water he’s working with, causing it to slosh around a little. Some of it lands on the floor, and some on the pants of Sam’s jumpsuit. Doesn’t faze him in the slightest. 

He does another spin the opposite way and nearly knocks over the conveniently placed display of sprinkles that are situated right in front of the ice cream freezer.

I feel like I should probably stop him before something bad happens, but he looks so damn content and so stinkin’ cute that I can’t be assed. 

Just as I’m thinking this, he opens his eyes, completely avoiding my direction while he immediately peers over his shoulder. Sam scans around, getting a full view of the proximate areas. It seems like he’s just making sure he’s not about to get caught by his boss or something, if I had to guess.

Eventually he lands on me. We both smile wide, and I triumphantly hold up his (unspilled!!) coffee in one hand, presenting it with a small flourish of the other and a bow of my head.

“For you, my good sir.” I make sure to sound extra fancy, dropping my voice an octave and annunciating my words a bit too much.

He looks around again before meeting me in the middle with a fist bump, completely ignoring my bit. Aw man.

“Hell yeah, thanks dude!” 

I shoot some awkward finger guns at him, “You got it, bud.”

“You didn’t make yourself one?”

I sigh, lamenting, “I did…”

Sam scans my face as we share a short silence. Then, the lightbulb almost visibly goes off in his noggin. “You spilled it, didn’t you?”

Pursing my lips, I nod. “I spilled it, yeah.” 

“Buuummer, dude.” He pats my head and I sigh, leaning into his touch. I’ll be damned if I don’t still love head-pats, even if it’s been a while since I’ve gotten one. “Wanna split this one then?” he offers, palm still on my crown. At this point he’s just trying to messy me up.

“No thanks, I’ll just grab another later if I’m really craving it.” Not having noticed the trance I’ve been in as my hair gets slowly and steadily ruined — it feels nice, okay? — I finally look up at him, cheekily glaring as I manually remove his large hand from me. I add on as I try to repair the frizzy aftermath, “Sick performance, by the way!” 

“You think so?” he beams. Makes me laugh.

“Of course! It looked like you were having a lot of fun.”

Sam’s face is a bit flushed as he takes the compliment, not even trying to hide it; he has a big goofy grin on his face, too.

It drops and Sam looks behind him as a deep voice with a bit of a southern twang booms from one of the aisles nearby. “Samson?”

“Shit, here.”

Sam hurriedly places his coffee into my hand and rushes back near his water bucket, looking around for his manager as he moves. I try to make things less suspicious by pretending to look at some nearby end caps. 

I take a peek over when I hear Sam greet the man, “Hiya! What’s up, Morris?”

Crossing his arms and puffing out his chest to try and make himself look mighty, a man in a navy blue suit, a bright red bow tie, and a poorly-applied black toupee corrects him. “That’s Mr. Saxton, son.” 

I roll my eyes. Awesome to know the guy running this Joja is just as insufferable as the dudes who work on the corporate side.

Sam puts an anxious hand on the back of his neck, and halfheartedly smiles as he apologizes, his speaking patterns much more formal than before. Poor guy… it hurts to see him having to tone it down so much for this dipshit.

I turn my attention back in front of me so as to give him some privacy. Not sure he’d want me to hear him getting his ear talked off.

This display is full of holiday cards... I might as well waste some time with these bad boys. I pick up one with a cartoon beagle wearing a birthday hat on it, stealing a sip of Sam’s coffee as I read the pun on the front: “Have a doggone good birthday!” Alright, nice and cheesy start…

I flip the card open. It starts blaring Baha Men’s “Who Let The Dogs Out.” Fucking hell. Jumpscare me, why doncha! I shudder at how tinny the music sounds — likely made worse by its volume — then close the card and place it back in its spot, not bothering to read more.

“Excuse me, miss?”

I peer over my left shoulder, and see that Mr. Saxton is making his way towards me. A vein is popping in his forehead, but he has a toothy smile on his face that screams customer service. Not sure what’s going on and feeling a little anxious about the situation, I don’t answer with words — I just turn my body to him and watch him expectantly. 

My eyes flicker to Sam real quick, who’s closer to the opposite end of the freezers now. He’s looking over here though, and when his eyes catch mine, he mouths “Go!” and motions his arm towards the front end of the store. Maybe he got caught socializing or something… wouldn’t doubt that there’s probably heavy surveillance in here. Man.

I look back at Sam’s boss as he says, “I’m going to need you to discard your beverage.”

My brows furrow and I tilt my head. “Why?”

Ah, he’s the asking-questions-is-talking-back type: He huffs a deep breath and tilts his head as if to mimic me, clasping his fingers together in front of his ribs. The smile and vein are both still on his face.

“It is not only unacceptable to bring your own food into a grocery store,” he strains, “but I cannot have you spilling your drink all over our products.”

…I haven’t spilled anything. What does he think I am, some crusty little kid? 

Damn, this is bringing out a rage that I haven’t experienced since working behind a Joja desk. I didn’t know I was even capable of it anymore. Must be something about the overstimulatingly bright blues, or the blindingly white strips of lights. Same ones we had above each cubicle in the office.

My anxiety is rapidly replaced with a petty yearn to cause a ruckus as I realize that I don’t work for Joja anymore. I never have to even come here again, actually.

I don’t answer to this fucko! I don’t answer to anyone!

Screw this guy!

Feeling courageous, I put on my own customer service mask as I inquire, “Do you want me to spill this on your products?”

“E-excuse me?!”

I hover the cup near the cards, tilting it a little. Doing a little eyebrow wiggle too for good measure. “It feels like you dooo.”

“I— w-what are you doing?”

Seb would be so proud if he were here. Not sure how Magnus would react, but I’d like to imagine he’d support me too.

Completely on impulse, I bring the cup in front of me and splash a little coffee in the man’s direction instead of the cards’. The now-lukewarm liquid splatters onto the white button-down beneath his jacket and rapidly seeps into the fabric, leaving a light brown, unsightly splotch.

Sick, got him where it hurts and none got on the floor! Less work for Sam!

Making sure my voice is just as cheery as Morris was trying to keep his, I cap this off, “Stop treating your employees like crap and stop treating complete strangers like children, asshole.”

This feels so good. My heart is racing and my pits feel a little moist and I might just end up an anxious mess the second I walk away, but I’ll be damned if this isn’t cool as fuck in the moment. When Leah asked me last week if Magnus ever wanted to go apeshit, it didn’t even occur to me how badly I wanted to go apeshit.

I walk down the nearest aisle as Morris continues sputtering something about me leaving, paying for this, whatever.

Shane’s kneeled down in the middle of the aisle stocking shelves. He faces me for a moment and grins slyly. “That was cool as hell.” Why does this feel so validating? “A woman after my own heart.” 

HUH?

I blink that fucking flashbang away — seriously, the last time I saw him he was still being a dick, and today he’s treating every interaction like we’re fully acquainted, if not more, what the heck — as he turns away to scan items onto the shelf again.

“I really didn’t do much…” I really didn’t. Just kinda caused a minor inconvenience for the guy. 

My hands are shaking though, so it must be catching up to me.

“That still took some balls.” He glimpses at me briefly and adds, “Y’look like you might cry, though. Get outta here before I change my mind about you.”

I huff out a quiet laugh and steady Sam’s — well, my, now — coffee in both hands. “On it, boss.”

[sp0o0kylights]

The Occult Summoner Starter Kit was a failed competitive toy to Hasbro's Ouija Board (a game that was doing numbers in 1986 for reasons the government would later pretend they noticed a lot sooner than they actually did.) 

Unfortunately for the toy company, The Occult Summoner Starter Kit (complete with two real, black candles!) was a total flop.

In fact it barely sold at all, stubbornly hanging on to sale racks to the point where you could offer a store owner a dollar and they'd be delighted just to have the shelf space. 

No one really bought them, outside of confused grandmothers and a handful of children who used the candles for arson.

Eddie Munson bought seven.

Initially it had just been three kits, because it was cheap and making a proper set up for D&D boss battle was an art form. 

The rest was something of a joke. Some asshole a year above him decided Eddie ran a cult and made sure the entire school knew, earning Eddie endless amounts of stupid, mocking questions.

In return, he had found it absolutely hilarious to offer Occult Summoner Starter Kits to anyone being a jackass.

You gotta make your own fun, sometimes. 

At least it came in handy now that they were attempting to summon some actual occult bullshit. Eddie had no idea if the sets were going to work, but it was better than the two cans and a fricken string Henderson and Sinclair had presented him with. 

"You use those as a telephone, not to talk to the dead." He'd chastised, which lead to Sinclair sputtering and Henderson going on a rant that included words like "psychic-soundwaves" and "electromagnetic fields."" 

IE way above Eddie's own head, even if he was loath to admit it. 

At least Harrington hadn't bothered to pretend he knew what the kid was on about, looking at Dustin with exasperation so fond it gave Eddie the worst urge to bite something.

Preferably Harrington. 

Which, in retrospect, should have been the first sign something had gone horribly wrong because Eddie's bite reflex only came out this strong for cute shit. 

"Explain to me again what exactly we are trying to contact?" 

"Not a what, who." Henderson corrected, setting up the kits he'd snatched from Eddie's arms. 

Eddie rolled his eyes. "Okay fine. Who exactly are you trying to connect to? And why the hell did we have to do it specifically in King Steve's backyard?"

Shock of shockers that his majesty even let Eddie in the house, let alone Eddie armed with a literal stack of a game that would have sent most of his neighbors fleeing in terror. 

"Would you stop interrupting?" Dustin snapped, looking up from his work with an annoyed frown. "You're just as bad as Steve! Go talk to him so I can concentrate." 

The tone alone would have made Eddie gape, but the sheer audacity of it all threw him so hard he just stood there wide eyed. 

Unsure if it had actually happened, or if he had just hallucinated. 

Hell, maybe this whole thing was one giant weed induced coma dream, and he'd wake up all snug in the trailer. Warm, childless, and not anywhere near Steve Harrington's stupid, perfectly shaped ass. 

(The very same ass that was currently wearing shorts that hugged them so tightly it made Eddie want to scream and pull at his hair. 

Shorts shouldn't fit like that, dammit!) 

"I keep telling him he needs to work on his tone." Harrington said, startling Eddie out of his thoughts and making him blush scarlet. 

A fact he quirky hid by running his hands over his face. 

"No kidding." Eddie muttered. Louder, he asked; "Why is this even happening?"

Steve blinked. 

"Huh?" 

"This kinda thing isn't exactly your scene, man. In fact, I recall several remarks about how you wouldn't be caught dead playing with," Eddie removed his hands so he could make air quotes, "--fake nerd bullshit."

Steve flinched, looking away while rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. 

"I used to be an asshole, yeah." He said. 

Eddie made a loud, ugly noise. 

"Used to?" He challenged, crossing his arms. 

"Still am sometimes." Steve admitted, a soft, apologetic look on his face. "The kids made me wanna change, though, and after I did I realized that I never really liked who I was." 

He smiled absently at the trio crouched down on the pool deck as he talked, voice startling honest. 

Not that Eddie was about to let it slide. He didn't have any proof that Harrington had changed. 

Not really. 

The fact he'd noticed Steve had stopped hanging out with his douchebag friends his last year, or that Eddie had walked face-first into a pillar upon seeing him working at Scoops before the mall burnt down didn't count. 

Not that Eddie kept an eye out for the guy or anything. 

"Still." He snipped, shaking the thoughts away with a toss of his head. "I wouldn't have guessed you'd let them try to summon a dead guy in your backyard." 

The very idea of it was the kind of absurd that even Eddie couldn't believe. 

Except the look Steve was giving him now wasn't embarrassed or even annoyed.

It was puzzled. 

Surprised, even.

"Oh they didn't tell you?" Steve said, raising an eyebrow. "They're not trying to summon a dead guy."

A pit of dread bloomed in Eddie's stomach, an internal warning that things were about to go sideways, fast. 

"What are they trying to do then?" Eddie asked, the words crawling out of his mouth without his permission.

"They're trying to call El--Mike's girlfriend, in California." Steve said, which was interesting because it confirmed that Mike wasn't lying when he insisted his little girlfriend was a) real and b) did in fact like being called Eleven instead of Jane sometimes. 

"Apparently they rang up a nasty phone bill trying to include her on a party line call last week." Steve waved a hand. " So Occult Summoner kit it is." 

"They woke me up, at eight in the morning, on a Saturday," Eddie began, horrified, "so the three of them could call Mike's long distance girlfriend?" 

"Mmhmm." 

"I'm going to kill them." Eddie said faintly. He swayed backwards dramatically, though part of him really did go lightheaded with the knowledge that the freshmen had walked all over him for once instead of their self-proclaimed babysitter. 

Alarmingly, Harrington reached out, as if he was going to catch Eddie like the fucking Disney prince the entire town thought he was. 

Eddie ended the dramatics immediately, before he made a fool of himself by actually falling (or worse, said something stupid the second Steve's arms came around him, the very thought of which made him want to throw up and die.) 

Satisfied Eddie wasn't going to go down like a Victorian maiden, Harrington slowly lowered his arms back to his  sides

"Want a beer?"  He offered, as Eddie silently choked on his own anger. 

"God yes." 

                                                           xXx

Conceptually, Eddie understood how ended up hungover in Steve's bedroom. 

The kids had taken so long that they'd run through an entire case of beers, which hadn't seemed to phase Harrington one bit, but had, rather unfairly, put Eddie right on his ass.

Since he was unable to drive the kids home, Steve had ended up dropping them off instead, and then picked up pizza on the way back for Eddie to sober up over like the good civilian he was. 

In return, Eddie had offered some of his weed as both an apology and a thank you--and then made the mistake of taking up Steve's offer of smoking it with him. 

"Had a bad trip a while back." The younger man had said, almost shyly. "I don't really get high much anymore, and never by myself.” 

How could Eddie say no to that?

Which of course meant he'd then smoked and ate and ended up getting into Harrington's father's expensive scotch--

("You cannot sit here and tell me there's not a difference between five dollar and one hundred dollar scotch Steve. I don't believe it."

"Dude give me two minutes and I will prove to you they taste exactly the same.") 

--which meant no driving home. 

The bedroom had come into play when Eddie found himself in a discussion on rich people's horrible taste in décor. 

Sure, using Steve's own house as an example wasn't the brightest of ideas, except Steve had simply raised an eyebrow and told him that the bare ass, gray living room they sat in was nothing. 

Led him up to his room, upon which Eddie had become so dizzy staring at all the plaid that he’d laid down dramatically on Steve’s bed and loudly declared he’d died from horrible décor. 

Considering the plaid everything in Steve's own room was currently making Eddie's hangover worse, he thought he'd rather proved his point.

What Eddie didn’t understand is why Steve hadn’t kicked him out of the house already. It wasn’t like they were friends. Hell, he and Steve had barely spoken before today, and even then they’d only had a few stilted conversations that had been the result of Henderson trying to force them to become buddies. 

Okay, Steve ended up being fun to hang out with. Yes he had in fact, changed from the King persona he wore so easily in high school. No Eddie and he had never had any kind of direct confrontation with each other, but it was a damn small town. 

You couldn’t walk three feet without repeatedly running into other people’s business. 

It was still weird. 

The sun beaming into the room declared it was at least past 9 am, and the smell of coffee and breakfast foods wafting up the stairs hinted that Steve had been up before him for at least thirty minutes, minimum. 

Footsteps interrupted his thoughts, and Eddie looked up to watch as Steve, fully dressed, came trotting through the door, a glass of water in hand. 

"Morning.” Steve said with a grin. “You doin’ ok man? Remember everything you did last night?"

"This isn't my first hangover, Harrington."  Eddie scoffed, scooting to the edge of the bed. He gratefully accepted the glass of water Steve gave him, chugging it empty before carefully setting it aside on the nightstand. “A few beers and some weed isn’t enough to give me amnesia.” 

Which of course, wasn’t true at all--his memories were a blurry mess after he landed in Steve’s bed, but he knew they’d had at least one more discussion before dropping off because he definitely recalled Steve laughing about Eddie insisting he sleep on the right side of the bed. 

Not that he was going to admit that to King Steve, whose clearly high level of tolerance probably stemmed from stupid jock genes.

(Or a family history of alcoholism, but Eddie had found out the hard way one tended to get punched for stating that little fact.)

"Good." Steve said with a smirk. 

Then he walked over to the bed, placed a hand on either side of Eddie's hips, bent and kissed him.

It was a good kiss--a great kiss even!-- except Eddie’s entire brain ground to an abrupt halt, bodily functions and ability to kiss back freezing right with it. 

"Whaaa-".Eddie said intelligently once Steve departed, the only thought that came through the cloud of singing angels and buzzing static of confusion. 

Considered, maybe, that the room had actually killed him because Steve? And Eddie?

Kissing!?

Harrington moved back, "There. Proof.” He teased, looking up through his eyelashes with a downright sinful grin and oh god, could a man die twice? 

Eddie was certain he was about to find out if Steve kept looking at him like that. 

When Eddie didn’t answer (couldn’t!) Steve added coyly, “I thought you said you remembered everything?"

Except of course, his own lack of reaction had to ruin it because he saw the moment Steve realized Eddie was frozen in place. 

“You lied.” He decided, and the sweet, adorably smug look dropped off his face so fast that Eddie whined aloud. 

Steve removed his hands from the bed, pushing to stand up and put some room between them. He ran his hands through his hair and oh, oh shit, he was starting to panic. 

‘Say something. Say something right the fuck now you idiot-!’ 

“What am I not remembering?” Eddie asked, forcing the words out and not caring that they weren’t clear. He could make them clear in a moment if he had too, he just needed to know what the fuck just happened. “Because I know for a fact we didn’t kiss last night, there is no way in hell I would ever forget that.” 

Steve’s distressed look depend and okay, maybe he should have considered the words and tone better but you had to forgive a guy when his very straight crush decided to up and kiss him out of nowhere. 

Giving up any desire to look cool or casual about this in anyway (because he couldn’t, there was no way he was going to keep his composure through this and he might as well admit that to himself now, before he went and fucked up further) he reached out and made grabby hands at Steve.

“Come over while you explain it please, I need to touch you to make sure you’re real.” 

He got a squinted look in return, as if Steve was assessing to see if he was joking or not. 

Eddie just made the grabby gesture again, arms still outstretched. 

“Last night. We uh--talked. About um, gay stuff.”

Thankfully Steve did come closer as he spoke, though the movement was cautious. 

Eddie couldn’t blame him--this shit got you hate crimed after all--but made sure to grab at Steve anyway, obnoxiously patting him like he might disappear. 

Steve smiled slightly, before taking a breath and speaking. “I asked how you knew you were gay. You explained it to me, and I explained back that I thought I was bisexual.” 

Wow, there is a word Eddie had never thought he’d hear out of Harrington’s mouth. 

Fuck maybe Buckley was rubbing off on him!

“You told me that it sounded like I was but that sometimes you just didn’t know until you kissed someone. I asked if--if I could…” Steve blushed crimson, the red crawling across his cheeks and down his neck and holy shit, Harrington had come out to him.

Which of course just made him furious that he didn’t remember it, but hell, at least he was getting a repeat! 

“Ah, kiss you. To. Figure it out.” Steve plowed on bravely.  Eddie’s hands found their way to his wrists and squeezed them lightly, encouraging. 

“You said you didn’t take advantage of impaired men, even if they were pretty.”

And yeah, that did indeed sound like something he would say. 

“I told you it wasn’t like that but you insisted and said if I still wanted to know, I could kiss you in the morning.” Steve finished. He kept looking at Eddie and then away, like he was hopeful despite his embarrassment. 

Eddie took a chance, sliding his fingers down to the palms of Steve’s hands. Tapped and wiggled until he got what he wanted, which was to lace their fingers together. 

“So did you figure it out?” Eddie asked, and sue him if his voice sounded a bit breathy. This was the kind of shit porn and women's erotica was made out of. 

“Figure out…”

“If you like men.”

“Oh.” Steve paused. Then; “I’m not sure honestly, I kinda panicked when I realized you weren’t reacting.” 

Eddie grinned up at him, the look almost feral. “Want to kiss me again to find out?” 

A relieved sigh blasted out of Steve as Eddie tugged him down, a stupid grin breaking across his face. 

“Yeah.” He agreed. 

Then he once again boxed Eddie in, keeping Eddie’s hands in his as he ducked down and pressed their lips together. 

This time Eddie pressed back hungrily, deepening the kiss and letting the electricity of the moment cascade over him. 

Steve, as it would turn out, ended up needing to kiss Eddie several more times, in order to find out if he in fact liked men, or “if I just like you, Munson.”

Eddie, who had never in his life been happier to be a guinea pig, told him to take his time. 

(“Oh shit the pancakes!” Steve said suddenly, ripping his mouth away from where it had been licking a line down Eddie’s neck. 

“Not hungry.” Eddie responded, hands tangled up under Steve’s shirt, one leg hooked around Steve’s. 

“No I had the stove on, shit--” Steve yelped, trying to get up. Found himself laughing even in his panic as Eddie clung onto him stubbornly, like an octopus. “You can kiss me downstairs Munson, I have to make sure the house doesn’t catch fire!” 

“Fine.” Eddie pouted, releasing Steve and standing up after him. “But I want at least one more makeout session before we have any kind of serious conversation about this whole thing!” 

The grin Steve shot him made his knees weak. “Deal.” He agreed, before taking Eddie’s hand and rushing them both down the stairs.) 

[dxwnfxll]

Heyy!! How are you?<3

I just found your blog and I'm so happy I did! So I decided to leave a request for some hc's of the main 4 eddsworld boys finding out the reader is a stoner? Like they'll just get into the house and see the reader faded af and just being extra chill abt everything??

If you don't do multiple character hc's, then the same premise but only for Tord. Thank you lovely :))

Hiya !! I'm doing swell ! Hope ya are to :) !!

And awesome HC idea totally gonna write it out

Hope ya enjoy it ! (And sorry for the wait i've been busy busy !!)

The eddsworld boys with a stoner reader

(gender neutral reader)

Tord

- So Tord is DEF a stoner, you can't tell me other wise. So when he casually arrives home one day a lil earlier than the others and finds reader faded as hell he just fucking laughs.

- He def gets high with reader, he has a collection of funny lil bongs including a anime girl one he spent a shit ton of money on.

- Reader got munchies? He's got ya, he's got his own lil munchie stash in his room.

- Readers first time getting high? He'll call you stupid but help you through it, make sure you don't freak tf out

- You and him probably sit on the couch looking like idiots laughing at the dumbest shit (probably a dumb commercial Tord keeps rewinding back over and over)

Edd

- I don't see Edd as a stoner but he's okay with the 'lifestyle', though when he came back after a cola run and found Reader staring at the ceiling snickering here and there he's very concerned

- " Did Tord give you something from his stash? TORD !! "

- When he figures out YOU are ALSO a stoner he's like " oh "

- He's kinda curious about what it's like sometimes, especially since he's been casually watching you/Tord getting high randomly and looking like y'all are having the time of your lives.

- Careful if you actually let him get high with you, He's gonna freak tf out and get some bad munchies

- If he never gets high with you though he just kinda keeps an eye on you to make sure you're okay

Matt

- He's not a stoner, doesn't even know what a stoner is. So when he comes home and smells something 'bad' in the air he thinks it's a damn fire

- Idk why he thought it was a fire he just did, he sees smoke coming under your door and grabs a bucket and before you even know it he's thrown water in your room...on you.

- He killed your vibe

- He does apologize though at least

Tom

- He used to be a stoner, he kinda stopped after he got into Smirnoff and didn't wanna be juggling both y'know?

- When he comes home and sees you on the couch he just holds in a lil laugh and goes " i know that face, someones tripping balls"

- He MAKES you give him a hit on the blunt/bong/whatever (or an edible if you prefer edibles)

- He's a pro at this shit so he's chilling, and hopefully you are too. But a few mins in he'll get up and grab some snacks for you two.

- He isn't a very giggly high when y'all two are high but he's more 'idiotic', he'll find random photos and think they're the funniest shit known to man kind. He's also very hungry and thirsty when he gets high

- Tord is NOT allowed during y'alls high time

- He takes big breaks when getting high, so if you're a stoner that does it daily or day after day he's not gonna smoke with ya every day. He smokes like maybe once or twice a week? It really depends

Bonus:

Eduardo

- He judges you, but when he sees how chill you are when high he decides to take a hit. He gets mad when he doesn't get high from one hit

- Excuse him he's a lil dumb, you tell him it takes more than one hit and he just grumbles before taking another hit

- Once he's high with you he just sits there, you probably gotta check on him to make sure he's okay

- After that time he gets high with you whenever he can, dude probably needs it tbh

Jon

- He doesn't really understand but he's cool with it ! :D

Mark

- Mark prefers to not be around whenever you get high, it's not that he hates you being a stoner he just isn't into smoking and all that. He does warn you about the bad stuff with smoking though womp womp

Paul

- Dude doesn't care, he probably finds you high in the barracks at the red army base. He probably sits with you and smokes his own cigarettes just chilling with you

- " everybody needs a break every now and then, just don't be high while your work yeah ? "

- If you ask for anything to help get you down from your high so you can work he'll usually help (if he's in a good mood)

Patryck

- Judging

- He doesn't like that you're high during work, doesn't like the smell and doesn't like how you act while high

- gets a lil annoyed if he has to help you walk around or anything

- def never getting high with you, but he's def had a contact buzz before

Yippe ! Hope you enjoyed sorry if it seemed rushed at all

[doctorho]

you've heard the stories. everyone has. it's half-rumor and half cautionary tale, at this point;

the hermit living in the abandoned library. the only evidence of his presence the golden light in the windows at night and sometimes, a trail of smoke coming out of the chimney.

there's whispers of him: how no-one really knows what he does, where he came from. who he really is. someone thinks they saw him outside at night, but they don't know for sure.

the only thing they know is this:

he is a vampire.

or, so you're told.

there's all kinds of things you hear about him, and you're pretty sure that most of it is exaggerated. but... you never really could figure out why people seemed to be afraid of him. sure, he lives in an abandoned building alone and seems to be mostly nocturnal, but he doesn't actually seem to bother anyone. if anything, there's a strange trend of mechanical appliances getting mysteriously fixed in the dark of the night. that's it.

mostly, he doesn't seem to interact with anyone, not that you know of at least. there's exactly one man that seems to visit the library and you don't know what he does there, he doesn't go often and he doesn't seem to be very talkative about it. you think he might be a delivery of some sort, but you're not sure.

the man's gotta eat, right?

you refuse to think too much about what it is exactly that he eats.

you don't really have a reason to get anywhere close to the library. it's in a pretty secluded part of town, surrounded by old tall trees that were slowly all turning shades of orange, and there isn't really anything close by. just some trash and the old forges.

the leaves on the ground make your every footstep silent, making you feel like a ghost.

and with every step, you try to convince yourself that actually, this isn't stupid, and you're totally just there to see the pretty trees. just on a walk. nothing more. nothing weird.

it's a lie, of course. a pretty see-through one; it feels too light for you to even pretend it's true.

you're curious.

that's the only reason you're out there.

it doesn't make much sense, and wouldn't make a waterproof explanation if you had to explain yourself to anyone, but it's the truth. you want to know more about him, you want to know if what people are saying is really true.

and... you've seen him through the windows a few times. and... if he really was some sort of an evil demonling, shouldn't that scare you? shouldn't that be hard-wired into your instincts?

it isn't. it's like watching a deer in a forest; staying still so it won't see you and run away, barely daring to breathe.

but you know the deer won't hurt you. it's just not used to humans.

you think.

you know it's a stupid idea, going there. you don't even try to tell yourself otherwise. the knowledge that being there is stupid, and potentially dangerous, is like a wave passing over your thoughts with every passing heartbeat. it's a shadow of everything you've been told over the years; you don't believe the stories, but they have to come from somewhere, right?

it's just a library. just a guy in a rundown library. there isn't anything inherently dangerous about that.

except that the whole town seems to agree thah he is the danger in that, and... you know that. it coats the inside of your head like a layer of honey, heavy and sticky and making it difficult to think straight - all your thoughts seem to circle back to what if. but it's still not enough to get you to leave. you've been curious about him for so long, and it doesn't seem to be fading. besides, you're staying a safe distance away. it's not like you're going up to the door and knocking.

he is no longer at the window.

he is standing in front of you.

in the darkening night, he's little more than another shadow, but once you see him, he's impossible to ignore. the kind of still-calm that reminds you of an exceptionally intelligent cat, and watching you intently. with his eyes a shade of golden you've never seen on anyone before, and his face a picture of calculating neutrality. his eyes seem to almost be glowing, and they are deadset on yours.

you don't really even need to form the thought before you know it;

you're not sure which one of you is the deer.