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loaksbitch · 1 year

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y’all imagine jake sully okay? JAKE SULLY coming back from hunting party (if that’s a thing lol) and found you curled up on the bed you share almost half asleep thinking how you’re adorable and small until you decide to tease him and he ends up fucking you — cuddle fucking 🧎🏽‍♀️

warnings - smut, yep it’s a smut!! neck kissing & biting, side ways fucking, clit stimulation, and cum stuffing also reader is the one who starts to tease alright, idk i’ll edit it if i find any other notes i’ll have to add :P happy reading!

“cuddle-fücking you.” — jake sully (⨳)

he did it again.

jake sully stood you up for another hunting party and he can’t imagine how he’s starting to hate himself now. “i’ll be back by eclipse, princess” he had said when he left and it’s now almost over, the eclipse.

climbing fast to your shared hammock, jake moves the fabric used as a door and walks inside, he wanted to call your name but couldn’t because you’ll probably be sleeping. “knucklehead.” he curse himself.

even the kids are already asleep too. your mate walks to your shared small room and was greeted by your figure laying on the bed you two share. fuck you jake sully, fuck you.

trying not to disturb you, he removes his fighting tools from his body and place them on the mat as gentle as possible. jake slowly walks to the bed and kneels on it making the bed to sink and cause you to shuffle at your sleep

on eywa he swore how breathtaking you are just sleeping with a relaxed face.

right after he let himself slid under the sheet, jake bits his lips hard when you move and call for him. “ma jake?” his heart pinches, he feels so bad. “i’m here baby, right here.” he quickly press his chest to your back as your face is turned to the other direction.

“mhm,” you sigh, satisfied when he pulls you to him by the waist. “how did the party go? did you wound yourself?” you, half awake, feel jake nod against your back. “i didn’t, princess i’ll all good” he tells you it went good.

you smile when you feel him press light feathered like kisses on the curve of your neck. “it’s ticklish” your voice was so pretty to him. everything, everything about you is pretty.

you feel jake finally let a relieved and satisfied sigh out, pulling you close to him. your mate loved spooning and you didn’t complain. it’s the best thing ever, he called it a human thing they do on earth but here, with you. deciding to call it a night out, you press yourself to jake more causing your ass to be pressed against his pelvis.

you closed your eyes and felt yourself sighing and your body doing the same like jake, and a smile touched your lips again.

then you felt it.

it was a subtle movement against your ass. his lower body had stirred, but that often happened when he laid down so you try to push the thoughts of what you’re thinking back to your brain. plus he didn't react to it anyway, so you chalked it up to the beginnings of a sleep boner.

then you felt it again.

you fight the urge to move against him. jake looked super tired and his deeper breathing told you that he was probably getting the sleep he needed. you pushed away the dirty thoughts that were starting to come to your mind in favor of letting him sleep.

yet you felt it yet again, and this time it was harder.

your mate inhaled and exhaled deeply, pushing his hips into you ever so slightly. that coupled with the feeling of his warm breath against your neck, and the lingering remnants of his scent he probably brought over him while hunting was making your body heat up.

the warmth beginning between your legs and spreading through your body. you try to cover your whimper while a light sleeping cough and gulp down your sinful sounds. now the feeling of tiredness and sleep empty, you’re trying to slow down your shallow breath.

his cock twitched again and you reflexively arched into him more, your ass pressing against his half erection. his lips parted and he let out a very soft moan in response. you chided yourself for moving and possibly waking him, but he still seemed to be sleeping.

jake on other hand was trying not to push his clothed yet growing bulge against your ass. he knows you’re tired and dosed off, but your unintentional ass pressing to him was making him hard by every second passing.

you squeezed your thighs together to feel a little friction and was rewarded with a couple short pulsing contractions. not a full orgasm, but enough to make your close your eyes because it felt good. you did it again when you felt his cock throb against you once more, and you started to feel the need to feel full.

you were starting to feel your moisture leaking out of you and dampening your loincloth, and you secretly wished he would wake up on his own so that you wouldn't feel guilty for waking him. you bit your lip and squeezed your thighs together again and jake felt his cock throbbed against you. this time he moaned a little louder and pushed his hips against you harder.

oh shoot! you scream inside.

you were about to apologize for waking your mate from his slumped before you felt him holding your hip with his free hand and began rutting against you. you could feel his abs contract and his body shaking as he moved his hips, the friction causing him to moan.

every sound and short cut sighs that escaped his lips made your pussy throb, and you started to rhythmically push your ass against his cock. your eyes shoot open when kisses are delivered to your exposed neck.

“jake,” your voice was soft and whisper, constantly reminding yourself the kids are asleep. the two of you kept this dance until jake was the first to make a move and remove the clothing for your breast made out of leaves.

jake, with closed eyes smile when he hears gou shushing yourself as your nipple roll between his fingers. he was massaging you so well. he began kissing your neck as he continued rutting against you, and you kept squeezing your thighs together as you pushed back against him.

the sound of sharp inhaled and soft moans filling the silence, you two kept rubbing on each other while you’re both supposed to be cuddling and sleeping.

gradually his hand crept down your belly, his fingers dipping between your legs. a long "fuuuck," exhaled in your ear, feeling how you had soaked through your own loincloth. you moaned at the feeling of him touching you, and you arched into him harder as a reward. this was definitely a mutual hormones.

jake, by now probably had leaked a pre cum cause of how you’re sexy when pushing back against him. you were about to roll over and see for yourself, but he began whispering instructions in your ear. "take these off," he breathed while pulling down the waistband of your loincloth.

you lifted your hips to help him remove them, and somehow he got his own off without getting out of bed. jake pulled away slightly and you felt him grab his dick and stroke it slowly while letting out a long exhale. "i’ve got something for you," he said.

be then brought his index finger to your lips and smeared his precum across them. you then opened your mouth and began sucking the salty liquid from his finger, loving the taste of him and thanking him for reading your mind and being so thoughtful. jake hisses when you lightly bite onto his finger.

“mhm.” your moan vibrates against his fingers and his cock twitches. jake pushes his cock in between your thighs almost on a thigh-fucking mode to lubricate his length with your nectar. you try to arch your back and press your ass more to him and whine when he bucks away, teasing you.

“you’re an impatient little thing huh? you don’t like me teasing you?” he mockingly ask, “i thought you were tired, lover girl.” you moan when his tip rubs your clit before he draws his thrust. “what if i want to tease you?” you can literally imagine the stupid grin on his face.

you lick your lips, chest having up and down fast. your back, for millionth time arches when the fat girth of his cock slips between your folds and he thrusts mid way inside your hole before stopping. oh no he did not.

“baby…” you almost cry at his torture. you’re chasing your blinding orgasm while he keeps pulling you from the cliff end to jump. “tell me, princess, what do you want?”

“you.” you say fast feeling his chest roar when he chuckles quietly. “not so shy, mhm?” oh shut up and fuck me! you wanted to say loud but you bite your tongue for him to give you what you want.

“jake.” you warn, a tiny tint of desperation found in your voice. “uh-uh, not till you say it” his cock was driving you insane, if only he could bottom out in you. “please baby, please.” you’re begging, pride thrown aside for now.

you were such a whore, “say it, pretty girl.” he demanded moving painfully slowly, “or else imma have to—“ he starts to pull out. “fuck me! please jake fuck me!” thank eywa it was night time now or you wouldn’t survive with the blush tinting allover your face.

"good girl," he moaned as he began fucking you deeper, grabbing your hip so hard it hurt. every thrust you could feel in your chest as he drove deeper, and you felt your orgasm building. jake slowed down and started long stroking while grabbing your breast so hard that it hurt in the best way.

you moaned as he fucked you slowly, arching your back as much as you could so that he was bottoming out with every thrust. you wanted to cum so bad and you know you’ll make it. he slid his hand between your legs again and started to massage your clit.

it only seemed like jake was reading your mind, but in reality he knew you, he could tell you were getting frustrated by the sound of your silent voice and by the way you tried to move your hips and encourage him to go faster. “easy girl,” he laughs at you.

you moaned louder and you almost felt your orgasm in your grasp. he moved his finger left and right across your clit just like you liked, driving himself deep inside you, breathing hard in your ear and edging you closer and closer. “that’s it baby, do it again” he growls. “tightening on me.” you do it again and jake let a deadly moan out.

"you feel so good, baby," he moaned. "so fucking tight." you clenched around his dick at his words and he moaned again. you could tell he was close to losing control. his thrusts were becoming jerkier, and he was panting in between moaning expletives. “so. fucking. tiny.” he growls.

your man, jake removed his hand from between your legs and replaced it with yours, and you started to rub your clit, essentially masturbating on his dick. “ngh, jake… f-feels so good” you cry out, eyes widening when you feel him lifting your leg, holding it in the air, and starting to fuck you hard and fast again, making you moan loudly.

“shh, you’re gonna wake the kids.” you nod, drunk with pleasure. your body tensed as you felt your orgasm crashing over you, and you cried out every time your pussy squeezed his dick. but jake didn't stop. he fucked you hard through your orgasm, not caring how hypersensitive you were becoming or how you felt like you couldn't take anymore.

deep voice hovers over your ear, “take it, you’re doing good. make me cum.” your ears perk up when he requests to make him cum. but the overstimulation was becoming too much. just before you were about to tap out you felt his dick get even harder and more rigid.

he’s so close.

you bit your lip and let him keep fucking you because you were a big girl and you could take the beating he was giving you as he chased his own orgasm. jake suddenly slowed down, signaling that he was right there. it was his tell that he was about to come and you mentally started the countdown.

jake growls and bottoms out while his hand his still on air with your legs held up. “baby.” he whines, he fucking whines and your inside tighten. “jake please,” you don’t know what you’re begging for now. “give me it.” you tell him.

that was the last push to send him over edge and making him fully bottom out in you and spill his frustration and tiredness in you. “taking me so well, i know princess i know” he says seeing how your whole body tensed when he filled you up.

“such a good girl for me only.”

“you’re amazing,” he tells you his voice already tired. “you’re amazing too, ma jake.” he smiled and playfully bite your shoulder. “i love you” he says not waiting for a respond cause him still being inside you was an “i love you too”

too spent to move, you don’t even tell him to pull out and lean against him ready to sleep. everything is now peaceful making you both easily drift to a deep slumber.

uhm-uhm *clears throat* this was a 2k+ words worth it i think. but like seriously, i’m scared i’ll lose my interest in human men because this obsession isn’t obviously right 😐 — hope you enjoyed reading! like + reblogs are appreciated and not pressured!! mwah i love each and everyone of you babies.

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ihavethedreamies · 10 days

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First Kisses | NCT Dream

NCT Dream - All Members

Rating: E for Everyone

Word Count: About 300 for each, so about 2k total

Pairing: NCT Dream x GN!Reader (Separate)

Genre: Reader-Insert, Drabble, Fluff

Summary: Your first kiss with each member of NCT Dream!

Author's Note: I have never wrote drabble-length things before, so I am proud of myself I kept these so short.

I tried to keep these gender-neutral, so let me know if I didn't, but it might still be slightly implied in these the reader is AFAB, I don't think so though…

PS. Mark's and Haechan's are different from the ones for 127…

-> NCT 127 <-

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I am cross-posting this on Archive. Please reblog! If you know anyone that would like this or future fics but they aren't on here my name and icon are exactly the same on the other site. Happy reading!

Mark

"You like someone?!" Mark's voice was way too loud, so you shushed him harshly, pressing on his shoulder to get him to sit back down. Luckily, the fast-food joint had very few people in it, but it just made his shout all the more obvious. "Shush!" You sighed, resting your forehead in your hand. "Yes." "Who?" He didn't sound curious, but it was hard to pinpoint his tone. "Why do you care?" It was him, but you couldn't just announce it right then. He had ruined the mood, plus it was not the place for a confession. "Is it Jeno?" "No." "Jaemin?" "No." "Donghyuck?!" He sounded mad and you looked around, shushing him again. "No! It's not any of our friends." You hoped that your vague answer was enough. "Who is it? What if he doesn't deserve you!?" "It's you, dumbass!" You had hoped to be sweeter about the confession, but your voice was laced with irritation. His upset facial expression fell, red slowly deepening on his face and the tips of his ears. Rubbing your temple, you nodded apologetically to the older couple nearest your table. "It's me?" "Yes." You brushed it off, continuing a normal conversation, changing the subject. He was only kind of listening; you could see his brain going into overdrive. He finally mentioned it again as you left the place. You were walking down the street, past an empty playground. His hand grabbed yours, spinning you to him. Mark's lips pressed to yours, soft at first, then he deepened it with a groan. When he pulled back, he smirked then as the tables had turned, your face red. "I like you too."

Renjun

He shoved past people, nearly knocking someone over as he fought through the crowd. He wished he wasn't so damn short, weaving through people looking for you. The crowd had formed around the bus, the big vehicle lying on its side, windows cracked and broken. The utility truck that had smashed into it had then hit a pole, smoke rising out of the front. That was the bus you were normally on; he knew it because he had been waiting for you to get off. The bus was so close to the stop down the road that he saw the accident, then ran to the scene. "Watch it!" Someone snapped as he shoved again, still looking for you. "Renjun?" His heart leaped when he heard you, turning around quickly to see you standing on the edge of the crowd. Your phone was in your hand, and you were taking one of your ear buds out. "(Y/N)!" He surged forward, shoving one more person so hard they stumbled, and before you could ask anything else, his arms were around you. You let out a soft, 'oof' your ear bud falling from your hand onto the pavement, luckily you held your phone firm. Renjun was breathing harshly, his cheek pressed to the side of your head, and you felt a tear that fell from his eye. "What happened?" You asked, looking at the bus crash. You were going to get on it like usual, but the bus was full, so you decided to walk instead. Renjun pulled back, his hands cupping your cheeks, turning your head to look over you. "Are you okay?" He was still breathing hard. "Yes? I walked…" You glanced back at the accident, but his hands still on your face, kept you from looking too well. Renjun sighed hard, and turned you back to look at him, capturing your next words with his lips. You squeaked in surprise, then melted into the kiss. It was desperate, not soft, and quick like you thought your first would be. When he finally pulled away, he pulled you back into a hug. Your mind reeled from the whirlwind of events, but you hugged him back, standing in his embrace so he could revel in the fact you weren't hurt.

Jeno

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Jeno had noticed your stare. You blinked to snap yourself out of it, eyes flitting away from his lips to meet his eyes. "What do you mean?" You hummed coyly, taking a sip of your drink. He scoffed playfully. "You've been ogling me more than usual today." He smirked and you glared insincerely. "I have no idea what you are going on about." You brushed it off and you two continued your meal. Dates between you two were not all that much different than when you two would hang out as friends, but there was a lot more flirting going on, of course. Casually drinking your iced coffee, you looked out the window, pretending to people watch. You were able to see his reflection in the glass. Jeno huffed amused, but let it go. As you were walking down the street, not heading anywhere in particular, his fingers linked around yours and you tried to keep your face neutral at the little act. When you two were walking past a park, he halted, his hand in yours pulling you to stop as well. Turning to look at him in question, he watched carefully as your eyes flitted over his face, lingering on his lips before going to his own. "You really want to kiss me that bad?" He smirked and your face turned red so fast he thought steam would come off of it. Were you that obvious? "W-what do you…" You swallowed and he stepped forward, so he was much closer. Glancing around, there was no one in sight, so he leaned in, lips pressing to the corner of your mouth. What a tease he was. You grunted, annoyed, and before he could fully laugh, your arms were around his neck. Jeno allowed you to haul him down to your level, lips sealing over his tightly. Since you were in public, he pulled back before the kiss could deepen further, tongue brushing your lower lip still. "Good?" He smirked. "Yes~"

Haechan

When you walked into the living room, you had not expected your roommate to be home, let alone spread like a starfish in the middle of the room. "Hyuck?" You questioned him and he gave an acknowledging grunt. "What are you doing?" "Contemplating life. Having an existential crisis." His tone was uncharacteristically flat, but it was clear he was being overdramatic. "Why?" You stopped next to him, and his gaze met yours, looking up at you like a kicked puppy. "You're going to the beach without me…" He pouted and you rolled your eyes. "Hyuck, it’s a family trip. Only family and significant others are going, not friends…" "I'm just a friend?!" He sat up quickly as you left his side, going to the kitchen. You wondered if he got a head rush. "You're my roommate, which is friend category." You jumped when you turned around, he was right there. "Freaking- what?!" You furrowed your brow along with him. "Can't I be a significant other?" His question further threw you off and you just gaped. "W-what?" "Take me as your boyfriend!" "But you're not my boyfriend!" "I am now!" He declared, his hand going to the back of your head, yanking you closer, kissing you to prevent any retort. After getting over the initial shock, you melted into the kiss, and followed after when he pulled back. "Yeah?" His stupid smirk made you want to smack him. "Fine…come as my boyfriend."

Jaemin

"Guess what?" His tone made you roll your eyes. He dropped his bag on the couch next to you and sneered up at him. "What?" You grimaced when he flopped down between you and his bag, sitting back confidently, ankle resting on his opposite knee. "I found out that someone likes me." "A lot of people like you, Jaemin. You have a mirror." You huffed, going back to your show, but he took the remote and paused it again. "I know who." "Yeah?" Your heart skipped; nervous he had figured you out. Hopefully, it was someone else, literally anyone else. Jaemin leaned it, his stupid smirk had evolved into the incredibly sexy one he knew just how to use. "It's you, (Y/N)." He chuckled and you tried to keep your face flat, but he saw your skin tinting pink, almost reddening. "W-who told you that?" "You did." "WHAT?!" You wondered what the hell he was talking about. You hadn't been drunk lately… "You read my letter to my mom!?" "I mean… It was just on the table…" "Ass-munch!" You lunged at him, tackling him back on the couch, landing on top of him. You grabbed the collar of his hoodie, hauling him up to glare at him. Instead of playing along with your fake aggression, he tilted his head, licking your lips. You dropped him, he bounced on the cushions, then he grabbed your waist, rolling forward so you were under him. His lips stopped your protest and you immediately melted, letting him kiss you. Jaemin pulled back, still with that stupid smirk. "You dick." You sneered, pulling him back down.

Chenle

After another extremely dramatic sigh from Chenle next to you, you stopped tying on your laptop, looking at him. "What now?" "I'm bored." He mumbled and you rolled your eyes. "Lele, we are going to be on this plane for another eight and a half hours, figure something out." You went back to typing and he groaned again. Luckily, he was filthy rich and so you both got to fly in the lap of luxury of first class. For the next fifteen minutes, you half-heartedly listen to him complain about this and that, before he stopped talking abruptly. Casting him a side glance to see what might have piqued his interest, he dug into his backpack, pulling a red box out. Pepero sticks. "What?" You had a feeling where he was going with it, your face a bit warm. He said nothing, for once, and tore the box open, pulling the chocolate covered biscuit stick out. He placed one end in his mouth, leaning closer, his implication clear. You huffed, closing your laptop, relenting. Maybe for once you could call his bluff. Sealing your lips around the other end, you both began to chew on it, lips getting closer and closer to each other. He still remained strong, so when there was barely any left between you, you sealed the deal. Your lips hit it, the rest of the candy entering your mouth. Though, when you went to pull back, he grunted, hand flying to the back of your head, bringing you back to him, kissing you harder. When he let you go, he laughed at your red face. You cursed him out under your breath, and he laughed harder.

Jisung

You were starting to ramble, panicking at his reaction. When you let it slip out of your mouth, you hadn't even registered, you had confessed. The tone was casual, so much so, he almost didn't catch your meaning. You told him that when a classmate had asked you for his contact, you told her no. You added that you two were more than friends to get her off the topic. This, however, was NOT true. When he asked why you did that, your reply was simple, "Cause you're mine-" He halted his stride and that made you stop too. That's when you started spewing out words, face hot, stomach flipping. So focused on finding the right explanation, you didn't notice Jisung move closer. By the time your eyes met, his big hands cradled your jaw and his lips softly met yours. He swallowed your gasp, pressing closer, his nerves quickly fading. Once you were over the initial shock, you kissed back, your own hands gripping the fabric of his sweatshirt over his ribs. Finally pulling away from each other, you both smiled bashfully, but didn't step away. Jisung even still had his hands on your jaw, thumb stroking the soft, flushed skin of your cheek. "If I'm yours, does that mean you're mine too?" His shyness was growing back at his own words. You blinked, then giggled, fingers messing with his hoodie zipper. "I'm yours, Jisung." Your smile grew when he leaned back in, lips ghosting over yours when he replied. "Let's be each other's then."

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pendarling · 16 days

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Approaching Exam

CW: Language, mentions of exam, studying, Math and English

I'm held hostage by the education system so here is a story revolving that.

Hero's pen clicked over and over again as the slow wind trickled in through the window.

They hated exams, and sometimes, they hated studying more than the results themselves.

Hero sat in the quiet room, a closed-off sector of the library that could be rented out for a few hours in a day, and they were lucky enough to get into one after weeks of waiting. They could see why it was so popular after all; the walls in the room allowed for complete silence, and it put Hero at ease despite the slight eerie sense of being alone. Their eyes glanced up at the sky through the window. The clouds moved so slowly, yet time seemed to go by fast. It made their stomach churn at the idea of being unable to get past the first page of the exam when it did happen, and time would slip by them before they got the chance to complete any of the answers. Their eyes flickered back down onto their page at the mathematical equations listed out in front of them.

"Fuck me." they sighed and ran their fingers through their hair. If Hero could trade their life as a student to become a full-time hero, they would, but being a hero didn't pay as well these days and eventually, as they entered adulthood further, they would need to look for a proper job.

'How annoying,' they thought.

The door knocked softly, and Hero turned in their seat as the entrance creaked slightly; their time wasn't up already, was it? They stared at the clock. About half an hour remained still, in walked what looked to be a familiar face, but Hero couldn't put where they'd seen them before. Their brows furrowed when their eyes met.

"Excuse me." The stranger spoke, "Is this room E1B?" They sheepishly laughed at the setting. "I think I'm supposed to be in here today."

Hero pulled out their phone and checked the schedule they were emailed, "Mmm nope, it says here that this is my room."

The stranger turned their phone toward them as well, "Well, it looks like we got double-booked."

Hero leaned back on their chair, it looked like they'd be having company after all. With a small gesture of the head, Hero directed their new friend to the chair opposite the table. "Sorry." They mumbled they weren't sure why they were apologizing; it was the system's fault for scheduling two persons in the same room within the same hours.

They studied the new character as they set down their items and pulled out the chair. Hero wasn't planning on staring too much, but when someone looked this familiar to them, it was hard to look away.

They turned their focus back onto their page, still stuck on question 6 out of 30. The practice exam had to be more challenging, and there was no way Hero would make it through tomorrow if they couldn't get this done today.

Sarah is a civil engineer working on a project to design a curved ramp for a pedestrian bridge in a city park.

Hero ran their pencil under the words.

The ramp needs to smoothly connect two different levels of the park while adhering to safety regulations and accessibility standards. Sarah decides to use a curved shape for the ramp, represented by the function y=√x, where y represents the height of the ramp at a given distance x along its length.

Hero sighed and ran their fingers through their hair; they were so bored. Why was Sarah even a civil engineer? With all that money to get through the education and become one, she could've instead lived comfortably and married a nice rich husband, assuming her status was at least middle class.

This scenario was so unrealistic, plus it's like ten times harder for women to get into male-dominated fields because of sexism. Hero rolled their eyes and skipped the question. They flipped their page and glanced back at the stranger now reading a book, but what caught them by surprise was their hand, idly twisting a blue highlighter they felt they recognized.

From the back of their memory, Hero recalled a similar situation.

They sat on the floor bound by a rope. The mission of the day wasn't going as well as they had hoped, and Hero was left at the mercy of Villain while the other sat a few feet away from them on what looked to be a large desk. From their perspective, they could hardly make out what the computer screen in front of Villain was saying, but they could certainly see the way Villain effortlessly twirled the pen between each finger. They always wondered how they did that.

As soon as their memories left them, it had become apparent. The familiar face across them was Villain.

But what could they be doing here?

There was no way Villain was seriously studying how to annotate for what looked to be an English exam. For some reason, Hero never took Villain for being a student themselves. To be fair, they sort of assumed most villains weren't necessarily part of any civilian activity, and certainly, no villain should be a student of the city they tried destroying.

Man... if Hero could get Villain to destroy the school facility, they wouldn't be studying at all. However, seeing how diligently Villain remained focused on their work made Hero no longer interested in convincing them.

'Oh God,' Hero turned their face away from their direction, 'What if Villain recognized me and didn't say anything?!' In their bag, Hero knew they kept their dagger just in case they should ever be kidnapped by any particularly vengeful villain; they just didn't think it would be this person of all; they never seemed too fond of doing more than their work let them. Hero swallowed; in that case, they should prepare for a sudden attack if it did occur; there was just no way this was all a coincidence.

Booking two students into the same room? Are you kidding me? The system never messes up. This was clearly a ploy set up to kill Hero.

Their nervousness was felt as soon as their leg began to jump noticeably, shaking the table, much to Villain's delight.

"Excuse me," They set their eyes on them. Hero froze, "Please don't shake the table. I can't write."

"Uh-- sorry."

Hero reached down and unzipped their bag, slowly creeping the knife to their side; they would attack first; Villain wouldn't even see it coming. After unsheathing the blade from its case, Hero measured the distance between the two of them. The table really wasn't that large enough to stop Hero from jumping over it; maybe if they grabbed their arm or the collar of their shirt before throwing Villain down, they would have the upper hand. If that didn't work, maybe a kick or knocking a few items from the table for a distraction.

Hero remained focused on Villain as their enemy remained unaware. Maybe they were aware and had already thought of all the different counterattacks they could use against them. In that case-- the element of surprise was most valuable.

"What?" Villain frowned at them. Hero shook themselves out of their head; they must've been unknowingly staring for too long. Well, no point in getting embarrassed over it now.

Hero's grip tightened on the handle of the dagger as they chuckled nervously, "Oh, I was just wondering--" They jumped from the table and shoved the blade in Villain's direction. With a calculated move, Villain swiftly moved their head, catching their wrist with their other hand but knocking themselves out of the chair.

Hero jumped away from them, their ankle stung from accidentally hitting themselves on the edge of the table just as they moved. Villain didn't waste any time and lunged at them, quickly covering the space between them.

A solid blow to their stomach sent Hero stumbling back, and the dagger fell from them with a soft clank; they sunk to their knees, holding themselves from instinctively vomiting.

Villain grabbed the weapon and rushed to the open window, quickly locking it in place and closing its blinds. The room was a lot darker than Hero expected. Had that window always had shutters?

Hero hesitantly stood back up. The sharp metallic edge was pointed in their direction. "Don't even think about trying that again."

Their shoulder tensed at the thought of their next plan; they could run out that door, but what were the odds that Villain had already sent back up to encircle the place, and how would they keep civilians from getting hurt?

Villain licked their lips and inched closer, "Who sent you?" they demanded.

"Huh?" Was Villain genuinely asking them that? Wait-- did Villain not recognize them?

They laughed softly at the idea of having figured out their enemy's identity before them.

Hero, the idiot who couldn't get past question 6 on the practice math exam, could easily identify Villain. All this time, they had been under the impression that Villain was intellectually superior to them in every way, and although that may be the case, they were not one for remembering faces. It made part of Hero feel tremendous.

"No one."

Their bag still contained a few other items of use, such as a small smoke grenade that would definitely come in handy. Hero would have to go online and do the practice exam from their computer; there was no way in hell they'd be able to collect all their things and run.

Villain wasn't feeling very entertained with the prospect of having to forcibly recall to the best of their ability what they'd done to be assassinated during their downtime. Without letting their eyes leave the other student, they walked toward Hero's bag and reached down; Hero felt a sweat come on; did they know they were hiding more tools in there?

"Hey, don't go and steal my lunch money, alright?"

"Shut up." They pulled the tag attached to the bag and examined the student ID card intently; it looked like an actual student identification card, though the name didn't ring a bell at all.

"Villain, I'm actually offended that you don't know who I am."

"My bad, I wasn't aware there was an exam for memorizing faces as well." They tilted their neck from side to side, examining Hero's unmoving position.

Nothing about them stood out, but this person knew their name and must be a hero, at the least, seeing how their only sense of heroism was throwing themselves in danger-- a common feature among most heroes, but that didn't narrow down which hero, in particular, they were looking at.

"Not even my voice?" Hero glanced at them with a slight pout.

Their enemy racked their brain, still clueless about their identity, and their hands roamed around the pieces of paper Hero was working on. "Whatever, are you even a real student or did you just come here to distract me?"

Hero didn't reply with anything other than a shrug. They didn't initially come to attack Villain, but they also couldn't let Villain live freely within their presence.

Villain raised the practice exam questions to their face, reading the sheet as if searching for answers to help them understand who they were up against. "You didn't even do most of these right. How did you get 1.6667? It's not even listed in the multiple choice."

They threw down the booklet onto the table; Hero blushed, "I'm not good at that stuff. But don't change the topic, alright? I could've killed you if I wanted to."

"But you didn't." They smirked.

The door pushed open again, and Villain hurriedly tucked the dagger away.

"Excuse me~" A young woman and a few of her other friends stood outside, "We reserved this room for 6 pm...?"

Villain looked at the clock and then back at the group. "We'll be leaving now. Sorry about that." They looked at Hero and egged them to get to cleaning their mess. Their feet moved, albeit nearly struggling to keep themselves upright from the pain of their ankle. They should've been a lot more careful when it came to spatial awareness. Now wasn't the time to mull on that, though.

Once they had left the library, Villain headed in the direction of their exit. "You still following me?" They spoke, almost irritated.

"You have my dagger, and I would like it back. Please." With a short flick of the wrist, Villain dismissed their request and continued on their way down the flight of stairs. Hero had momentarily wondered what would happen if they had just gotten on with it already, pushed Villain down the stairs and took back their knife. It wasn't like anyone saw it happen anyway; no one stuck around this long after hours, not even the faculty.

Villain abruptly stopped in their tracks, still a little ahead of them. "Hero?"

"Yes?"

With a slight smile tracing their face, Villain spun their head around to look up at them. For a second, Hero was lost at what they were so happy about until it hit them, and they responded to their name at Villain's call.

"Fuck you."

Villain simply hummed, satisfied, and moved on.

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We are never, ever getting back together (pt 2)

afab!reader x Mike Schmidt

pt 1

WC: 3k

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, enemies to lover, afab reader, angst, mentions of alcohol, mentions of intoxication, slow burn, mentions of child abuse, no use of y/n, aged up character

A/N: I want to apologize for any confusion the first chapter might have caused! This fic is a Mike Schmidt fic. It's just a slow burn/somewhat(?) of a love triangle and I thought adding Clapton would be funny. (plus I’m in love with him…) Before you read, just as a warning, this chapter gets pretty deep.

Enjoy!

tags: @h3llo-k1tt @caminterrupted @jhutchismyl0verb0y

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It's been almost a month since you and Clapton's hookup. He's been texting you nonstop. Text after text floods in, and you ignore them all. You feel bad, but you’re too embarrassed to even face him. You sigh, flipping open to Clapton’s contact to read the new heap of texts.

U good?

Miss you. Hope that ur ok.

Wanna hang?

Helloooo?

Okay. Just wanted to let you know I’m thinking of u.

You groan, slamming your phone back down on the bedside table. You enjoyed the night you two had, and it felt great at the time. But now you just feel like shit. Now all you think about is Mike, and how disgusted he was with you. While you’re thinking about Mike, you realize you haven’t seen or heard him in weeks. He’s been out of his apartment way more than usual, and you’re sure he's avoiding you. To be honest, you don’t blame him. If he pulled that on you, you’d up and leave.

You lay back down on the couch, grabbing the remote and turning on a movie, desperate to think of anything else but Mike or Clapton. Suddenly, you hear frantic knocking on your door. You reach for the remote and pause the TV. You sit silently for a minute, wondering if you were hearing things. Not only is it 8 pm on a Saturday, but you also aren’t expecting any guests. Who could possibly be knocking on your door? As you're about to un-pause the TV, more knocks echo and bounce off the walls.

You slowly get up from the couch, and wearily walk over to the door. You shift to the balls of your feet, trying to peer through the peephole. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion as all you see is the top of someone's head. You slowly wrap your hand along the cold metal of the knob, slowly turning it open. Your eyes widen as you see Abby on the other side.

Her face lights up, her eyes practically glowing. She squeals, bolting over to you and wrapping her arms around your waist. “Abby!” You scream, pulling her into you.

“I missed you so much! Mike said you moved away to your castle to be a princess!” You scoff inwardly, Mike’s lie making you despise him even more. "Where is your castle, by the way?" You glance down at her, ready to make up some insane lie. Before you get the chance, you look to your left, seeing Mike skirt around the corner, bee-lining towards you. He’s panting, his face red. “Shit- I’m... Sorry. She’s so fast.” You plaster a sickly sweet smile on your face, ensuring Abby doesn’t notice the hostility between you.

Mike takes Abby’s hands, prying her off you. “Heyy! I want to play with her! Please! Please, Mike!” She whines, giving Mike her best puppy eyes. He looks up at you, a guilty look falling over his features. He shrugs at you, waiting for your response. “Okay, come in!” You say, focusing on the little girl in front of you instead of Mike. The two of them walk into your apartment, Mike clearly not wanting her to be alone with you. You give him a dirty look and he rolls his eyes. Luckily, Abby’s too focused on your decor to notice or even care.

She runs around your apartment, oohing and ahhing at every fuzzy pillow and every cute decoration lining your shelves. She opens your bedroom door, and you think she’s about to explode. She looks back at you, her eyes wide. “You can go in.” You say, giggling as she wastes no time to roll around in all the stuffed animals you still keep on your bed. You quickly follow behind her, flinging yourself in the pile. Mike leans against the door frame, smiling as he watches you both stand up and jump up and down the bed. Abby stops, her eyes catching on something on your bedside table. She jumps down, her feet landing on the plush carpet. She grabs a heart locket off your bedside table, holding it up to the light. “Woah! This is so pretty!”

You immediately freeze, your face almost lighting on fire. You quickly grab it out of her hands, stuffing it in a drawer. “Mhm, so pretty! Why don’t we get out of the bedroom?” You steer her out of the room, sliding around Mike. You loved her with all your being, but her lack of an attention span seemed like it was out to get you.

As Abby sits down on the couch, you look over at Mike. His eyes are wide and his eyebrows are furrowed. He glances back into your room, the locket he got you for your 3rd anniversary haphazardly hanging out of the drawer. You both stare at each other for what feels like forever.

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Mike opens your front door, not even bothering to announce his arrival. He sits down next to you, a huge smile on his face. “What?” You mirror his smile, confused as to what he might be so excited about. “Okay, I know our anniversary isn't for a few days but I- I just couldn’t wait. I'm sorry it's cheap, I couldn’t afford much.” He says, awkwardly.

He reaches into his hoodie pocket, taking out a velvet box. You look up at him sweetly, gasping as you open it. You pull out a heart-shaped locket. You feel your eyes well up as you open it, reading the words engraved inside.

“I’ll love you forever and Always, Mike.”

You fling yourself onto him and you wrap your arms around his waist. He pulls you into him kissing you sweetly. In between kisses you mumble out, “I love you so much.” You feel so loved and so grateful that you met someone like him. You didn’t care about the money, he was worth so much more than gold or diamonds to you.

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You shake your head, pushing the memories out of your mind. Mike looks away from you, his cheeks growing rosey. You sigh loudly, sitting down next to Abby. Over the next few hours, you and Abby color what feels like a thousand different sheets of paper.

By 11 pm, you’re both lying down on the floor, markers and papers scattered all across your living room. Mike watches from the couch, telling Abby a story as she draws him. A few times, you both glance at each other, but you both quickly turn your gaze to Abby instead. After Abby finishes her drawing, she holds it up to you and him. “It's so good!” Mike says, taking the paper out of her hand. He starts pointing out small little details Abby included, gushing over each and every one. You’re utterly entranced as you watch him.

You miss him so much.

Your eyes widen and bite your cheek, wanting to slap yourself across the face for even thinking that. He abandoned you. That’s it.

But.. He loved you so much. Or at least you thought so. How could he just up and leave without a word? You wanted desperately for there to be any other reason. A part of you was convinced there actually was. You bite down harder, a salty metal taste erupting across your tongue.

Whatever happened, he left. That’s it. There’s no excuse. You clench your jaw, trying to ignore the roller coaster that’s running through your mind. Maybe… Maybe for now you can forget your distaste for him. Just for a few minutes.

You smile softly as he and Abby burst out laughing.

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They leave. Too soon. As soon as the door shuts behind the both of them, the apartment is filled with deafening silence. You lay down on the hardware floor, the cold wood seeping through your shirt and biting into your back.

You never realized how much you truly missed Mike and Abby until you saw them tonight. Or… Maybe you just missed having someone to wake up to every day. Whatever it is, you shake it off and crawl onto the couch, too sad to walk a few feet to your bed. You pull a soft blanket over you, the edge of it just barely covering your feet.

You slowly drift off to sleep, dreaming of a time when you and Mike weren’t basically sending bombs to each other's front doors.

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You bolt awake, sweaty and shaky. You look around, your heart beating out of your chest. You’re unsure of what woke you up, but it scared the shit out of you. Listening closer, you hear crying, no, wailing. And it’s coming from next door. You quickly bolt up, running to your door. But, you pause as soon as you reach it. You don't want to get involved with Mike and Abby's life more than you have to. Plus, it could just be one of her usual tantrums. It could even just be something as trivial as a burnt breakfast. You pivot, turning back towards the couch. As soon as you hear screaming, you tear up all of your inhibitions and run into the hall. When you reach Mike’s door, it flies open and a woman storms out, dragging an inconsolable Abby out.

The woman, who you recognize as Mike’s aunt, is gripping Abby’s arm so hard that the skin around her fingers turns white. Mike runs out of his apartment pleading with her, “You can see she doesn’t want to go! Please, just-” Abby digs her heels into the ground grabbing Mike's shirt with her free hand. Jane yanks Abby to her side, pulling her away from her brother. “I guess I’ll have to go to the police and tell them you kidnapped my niece! I have sole custody, not you, Michael!” Mike’s eyes go wide, the color draining from his face. He takes a step back, putting as much distance between him and Jane as possible.

You watch in shock, beyond confused about what had gone down during the two years you were broken up. “You truly are a despicable woman.” He says, disgust dripping from his voice. Mike crouches down, getting eye level with Abby. “Abby, I’ll see you soon. I promise, okay?.” His voice cracks as he reaches out, wiping her tears with his thumb. Abby wiggles out of her Aunt’s grip, running forward to wrap her arms around him. He pulls her closer as she sobs into his sweater. Aunt Jane rolls her eyes and then rips Abby away with absolutely no remorse. She drags her down the hall, turning the corner, and disappearing completely.

He sits down, pressing his back against the wall. He exhales, tilting his head back and staring into the fluorescent lights. You cautiously take a step towards him, “Mike…?” He looks over at you, his jaw clenching as he sees you. “Still can’t seem to mind your own business, huh?” He scoffs, his eyes turning away from you. You pause, crouching next to him. You desperately want to comfort him, but you just don't know how. “Can.. Can I do anything?” He looks over at you, his face twisting into a death stare. “For starters, you can leave me alone.” You flinch, feeling a wave of sadness rush over you. You can’t even imagine how he feels. “Mike, please..” You reach out, your hand brushing his.

He slaps your hand away, and screams, “I said leave me the fuck alone!” You stand up, taking a step backward. “I’m sorry for having a fucking heart, Mike!” He laughs, standing up. “Oh, you have a heart? Did you ever tell Clapton why you called him at 2 in the fucking morning?” You look away from him, swallowing. “That's what I thought. Leave me the fuck alone, and stay out of my life!” You feel tears burning your eyes, threatening to spill over. Your lip quivers as you speak, “All... All I wanted to do was help.”

“This is exactly why I left you.” He turns away, storming into his apartment. As soon as the door hits the frame you break down, falling to your knees in the middle of the hall.

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You’ve been crying for hours straight, the tears seemingly having no end. Your pillow is drenched and tissues are splayed out all over your comforter. As you wallow in despair, the sun slowly sinks further across the sky, the only light illuminating your room being the white glow of the moon. It’s crazy to you how two entire years after your separation, Mike is still making you feel so extremely worthless. You could never be enough for him, no matter how hard you tried. What you hated most though, is that he had a point. You used Clapton. For your own sick and twisted reasons, you used him. And you hated yourself for it.

Just as you begin to sob harder, you hear a thud against the wall, coming from the hallway. The sound echoes through the walls again, and it sounds almost like someone ran into it. You hear someone grunt and struggle, cursing. You recognize the voice and you groan, taking everything in you not to get up and check on him.

Suddenly, it feels like someone takes control of your body as you walk to your door, stepping into the hallway. You see Mike fumbling with his keys, missing the keyhole every time. He’s clearly very intoxicated. It’s surreal seeing him in such a way. He never drank when you were with him, he always told you he had to make sure Abby was always looked after and always had someone to turn to. Now that she’s not here, you guess he decided nothing is stopping him from getting shitfaced.

You walk over to him, grabbing the keys out of his hands, and unlocking the door yourself. He looks over at you, and any ounce of disdain he held for you from earlier disappeared. “Thanks..” He says quietly. You invite yourself in, making sure he gets to the couch without hurting himself. You avoid eye contact the whole time, knowing if you glance at him for even a second you’d burst out into tears.

Once he’s settled, you turn to walk away, but you feel his hand grasp your wrist, stopping you. “Please... Please stay.” He pleads. You sigh, removing his hand from you. “I can’t keep doing this Mike…” You say, finally turning towards him. He has a guilty look on his face, and he suddenly can’t seem to look at you. “I... I didn’t mean it..” He slurs, his face tipped towards the ground.

You sit down next to him, your eyebrows raised. “You didn’t mean what..?” You question. “You know. What I said earlier. I do want you in my life…” He says, his eyes tracing the floorboards. You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Mike, you’re drunk.” He shakes his head, finally making eye contact. “I swear. I do. I mean.. just look at you. I treated you like dirt and you’re still helping me? You’re just.. so.. so nice.” You frown, wishing so badly he was sober. “You don’t know what you’re saying.” He reaches out, his warm hand cupping your face. His eyes bore into yours as he speaks. “I’m not ever going to lie to you again. I promise.” You’re not sure exactly what he means by “again” but you brush it off, chalking it up to more alcohol-induced rambles.

You stand up, Mike’s hand leaving your face and falling back to his lap. “I’m going to get you a glass of water, okay?” He nods, following your every move and watching you as you walk around his kitchen.

Your eyes begin dancing around every framed picture he has and every drawing Abby made he has clipped to the fridge. Your eyes settle on a picture of you, him, and Abby at an amusement park, almost exactly a month before he left you. You pick it up, your thumb rubbing over the scratches in the frame. That trip was unforgettable. That was the day you knew he’d be the one you’d spend the rest of your life with. You couldn’t imagine a world without him or Abby. You put it back, wondering why he still has it.

You fill up a glass, taking it back over to him. He drinks it in one gulp and he hiccups once it’s all gone. You place your hand on his chest, slowly pushing him back to get him to lie down. He takes the hint, lying back down on the couch. Your hand lingers there for a moment too long, but you quickly tear it away when he smiles up at you. The smile is still plastered on his face as he watches you drape a blanket over him. His eyes slip shut as he turns on his side, pulling the blanket to his chin.

You look down at him for a few moments. You just don’t understand how one moment you could hate him more than anything, and the next wish everything could go back to the way it used to be. You were half of yourself without him, and just as you started to feel complete he just had to infiltrate his way back into your life. As you watch his chest rise and fall, you just can’t help but still love him. Sadly, nothing was ever going to change that.

You slowly creep towards the door, the floorboards creaking under you. He speaks so quietly you almost don’t hear him, “There was never another girl..” You freeze and turn back to look at him. “What?” Is all you can say. He doesn’t give you any explanation for what he just grumbled. You convince yourself you’re crazy and you’re just hearing things.

That night, you don’t sleep at all. You keep replaying that moment in your head, over and over.

“There was never another girl.”

#jhutch #josh hutcherson #mike schmidt #mike schimdt x reader #agnst #fanfic #enemies to lovers #josh hutcherson x reader #mike schimdt x you #fnaf movie #clapton davis

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2-lines-and-a-circle · 7 months

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Um, so you me and this sheep am I right?

Notes: Short scenarios about you, sheep and them. Features Malleus and Riddle

Malleus Draconia ver.

“Child of man, is this a new pickup line for me?”

Well, it would be wrong to say you weren’t confused as to how this could be interpreted as a pickup line. You were truly just saying something to get out the silence the two of you had been trapped in. In the middle of Diasonmia’s lounge were Malleus, a sheep and you. Sebek had brought in this sheep after seeing its horns were similar to Malleus’ as a result, he wanted to show him. So, now that Sebek was gone it was just you two.

The sheep was very well behaved, it didn’t cause a ruckus all it did was lay there patiently. Although it was a very cute black sheep, you had wanted to know what Malleus’ thoughts were about. Did he perhaps enjoy seeing something else with horns or did he think of it as food?

You: So, where do you cross the line with your food? Would you y’know, eat this little guy? Malleus: Are you really asking if I’m going to eat my friend? You: Friend! I didn’t know you guys bonded that fast. Oh, is that why you’re now lying next to him. Malleus: Yes, now come here, it’s quite comfy on the ground. And my answer to that is no I wouldn’t. Would you eat your friend? You: Well, if rations got tough and I had this sheep, I guess it's a last resort.

Sitting down next to Malleus, you notice him shift the sheep away from you. In a very displeased voice you scoffed and said:

You: Look, I’m not actually going to eat this guy, okay. Malleus: *pouts* Are you sure, I don’t want you near the sheep if otherwise. You: I’m sure, plus he’s so cute. I mean look at him, he’s just like you, but more calm and less fiery.

With an innocent child-like smile the two of you sat on the ground petting the sheep. Turns out it was quite therapeutic to pet something so fluffy, but the moment of relaxation didn’t last long. Soon Sebek would enter and start chaos.

Riddle Rosehearts ver.

“It’s not that bad”

Today you saved a sheep, tomorrow you had to return the sheep, right now you were showing Riddle the sheep. As for the reason you had the sheep, well it’s because a farmer in town wanted a day off. So, you offered to help herd the sheep and brought them back to your dorm. Heartslabyul was a magnet for animals, which is why you didn’t hesitate to bring them. Plus, you wanted to show something new to Riddle.

The sheep were slowly munching on the rose bushes, but it wasn’t too big of a problem. If anything, you could just make the roses grow back using magic, it was your specialty. Despite not liking the rose bushes slowly disappearing Riddle was very intrigued with the strange animal.

Riddle: I’ve read about them in books, but this is my first time seeing one up close like this. You: I figured, which is why I wanted to show them to you before I return them. Here, *grabs his hand* feel the coat. Isn’t it soft? Riddle: It… really is soft, I always believed them to feel coarse since their coat seems to be in such a manner. You: I know, I thought that way too! I asked the owner, and he said it was a special kind of sheep. Supposedly it’s one special to the Kingdom of Roses, so maybe you’ll be able to see them back home? Riddle: Ah, I think I remember seeing this breed in a magazine before. Who would have thought my wish of seeing them would come true.

Watching Riddle being amazed at the sheep truly brought a smile to your face. In fact, he spent the rest of the day with the sheep. Once it was time to say goodbye the farmer offered to Riddle to see the sheep on his next free day. Which Riddle gladly followed through with as he made sure to visit them with you on the upcoming weekend.

#twst #twisted wonderland #fluff #sheep #riddle x reader #malleus x reader #malleus draconia #riddle rosehearts #I got to get back to my matchups now #just wanted to take a little break from it

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what a thriller (I)

Warning: Yandere. Gender-neutral reader. Bit of gore.

Characters: Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade, Cater Diamond, Trey Clover, Riddle Rosehearts.

Summary: “On All Hallows’ Eve, on the night of a full moon, a lone soul will summon creatures of the night. They shall be awoken from their slumber, and have the ability to bring terror to the people. But, they shall make a single vow to the lone soul that summoned them and leaves an offering, only that soul can reign them in. Yet once that vow is made, it shall seal the soul’s fate…” At least, that’s what the book you bought from overpriced Halloween store said. You have nothing else to do and it probably won’t work, so why not try it out?

Note: Okay, I post, now I dip. Yes, I will work on the follower special request still in the inbox now. Yes, this is a halloween special. Yes, I plan for there to be more parts eventually, hopefully before Halloween. Yes, I know it’s only August, but Heartslabyul always takes the longest for me so give me a break. Oh, and this has not been completely checked over for mistakes, so there may be some errors.

spooky scary skeletons | he’s a pirate (will link when complete)

The giant extra large bags of candies stocked on the shelves, the fallen leaves were the colors of the carved pumpkins, the arrival of scary movies on the television, it could only mean one thing: Halloween was fast approaching. The season of sugary goods and fun costumes. Unfortunately, you had grown past the acceptable age of trick-or-treating. If you dressed up and rang some doorbells looking for candy, you’d probably get some dirty looks and the often repeated question “aren’t you too old for this?”

So with not much else to do and no company to have over, you decided to do your own thing on Halloween day, before you would set up and prepare for the influx of children searching for candy at night. Somewhere where you could read this mysterious book you found at one of those temporary Halloween stores. It could’ve been all jokes and fun, just made up tales, but the quality of the thick leather book and the low price was far too good to pass up. Slowly you walked along to where the roads took you, opening the book and beginning to read,

“On All Hallows’ Eve, on the night of a full moon, a lone soul will summon creatures of the night. They shall be awoken from their slumber, and have the ability to bring terror to the people. But, they shall make a single vow to the lone soul that summoned them and leaves an offering, only that soul can reign them in. Yet once that vow is made, it shall seal the soul’s fate…”

Well, you found out what you were going to do today. It might even be fun to try and fulfill this spooky silly prophecy. Sure, nothing would happen, but it gave you something scary to do on Halloween. Afterall, how true could this book be when it was from a holiday retail store that sold cheaply made costumes for high prices? Continuing on your walk, you quietly considered what you could offer. So the question was, where would you set this ritual?

SPOOKY SCARY SKELETONS (Heartslabyul)

The town graveyard, of course. The place where the troublesome teenagers went at night to scare each other, but you’re certain they would be off somewhere else trying to steal candy from babies or do stupid stuff like seances in the forest. It wasn’t weird for you to come by, considering the graveyard was about a block away and the easiest way to the center of town was through the graveyard instead of going all the way around it. Plus, it was the most peaceful and quiet place for miles, as weird as that sounded.

During the day it wasn’t too bad, but at night it’s considerably worse. When the sun is out, the birds are twittering and there’s the distant sound of honking cars on a nearby road, a sign that you weren’t alone. When there is sunlight, the leaves on the ground are bright orange like the pumpkins, blanketing every inch of ground as the dead within their tombs lay in eternal rest under the shade of the remaining browning leaves that clung for dear life on the outstretched limbs of the trees. But at night? Oh, at night, you couldn’t bear to walk through the graveyard. It felt like a completely different world when the sun went down and the only sound was the crushing of leaves underfoot and mysterious rustling nearby.

However, today would be different, you decided. Today was a fitting day to go over and try this phony ritual in the rare silence, especially while most of the teenagers would be doing their own thing instead of vandalizing random graves or secretly smoking/drinking here without their parent’s permission.

When arriving at the graveyard, your eyes scanned over the vast property for the best place to do the ritual. Then, your eye caught sight of one of the older mausoleums on the grounds. It had been vandalized. Its stone walls colored with crude spray paint as indiscernible words were scribbled on the surface. Frowning at this discovery, you scanned the grounds for the graveyard keeper, but there was no sign of him. Feeling a bit bad and since you had the spare time, you picked up some cleaning supplies from the nearby shed where you knew the gravekeeper kept some things.

Vandalism had happened in the cemetery before, but you hadn’t actually seen it with your own eyes until now. Slowly approaching, you readied the cleaning supplies as you muttered a small apology to the dead that rested inside. As you began scrubbing, the paint came off and it revealed the names engraved on the stone. Ace Trappola and Deuce Spade were written on the left wall, Cater Diamond and Trey Clover were written on the right wall, and on the surface of the wall directly opposite of the sealed stone mausoleum entrance was the name Riddle Rosehearts. It appears as if time had eroded away at the numbers that marked the time of their deaths, so it was impossible to discern just how old these graves were.

You were only content when the paint was fully washed off along with the grime and moss that came with the aged stone. It had taken almost all your free time to clean the tall stone walls, and the sun was setting already and the full moon had come out, but maybe it was worth it. Noticing there was a lack of flowers and candles, it was probably safe to say that no one had come to pay respects to the five dead here in a long time. There might be a chance that there wasn’t anyone left who even remembered them. It was a bit sad to see all the other graves decorated with flowers, little knick knacks, and photographs, while this mausoleum stood alone and empty. Maybe these useless items you brought for the ritual might actually be useful, they could be gifts for the five dead resting here. Thinking about it, you’d probably be sad if you weren’t remembered or gifted anything after so long.

So, you removed the candles from your bag and lit them around the mausoleum, one wick for each name. Rummaging through the mess of items you gathered at random from the dollar store, you picked one object to give to each name and place beside their candle. For Ace you left a deck of playing cards that you found on the shelf by checkout, under Deuce’s name you placed a mini blue toy motorcycle that had been in the toy aisle, beside Cater’s candle you set a spicy instant noodle cup that some broke college students had been eyeing in line, Trey’s offering was a single birthday cupcake that was much cheaper than buying a whole batch, and finally you had purchased a bouquet of roses which you placed under Riddle’s name. They were trash items, but hey, you’d be happy to receive any of them if you had been dead and got no offerings.

Standing upright, you admired your handiwork before murmuring, “Here you go… For Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade, Cater Diamond, Trey Clover, and finally Riddle Rosehearts. Oh, uh…” Removing the book from your bag, you reviewed the steps of the ritual. Step one, set your location. Check. Step two, light candles. Check. Step three, place the offerings. Check. Step four, to complete the ritual, recite these lines.” Clearing your throat, you flipped back the first pages and began awkwardly reading, “On this All Hallows’ Eve night, while the moon is full, here I am. The lone soul. I use the energy present tonight to summon thee creatures, awake from your long slumber…! Ugh, this sounds so stupid when I say it out loud… Make your vow to me, the lone soul you waited so long for. In exchange for your loyalty, I bring gifts. Once the deed is done and our deal is set, it shall seal our fate……!”

A breeze came by, carrying some leaves and blowing out all the candles. Well, you accomplished basically nothing and wasted a few dollars for the supplies, but the trip wasn’t completely wasted. At least these five dead finally had some company for once. Closing the book, it was now time to return home, and––

Creaaakkkkk…

You stopped in your tracks, slowly looking back at the mausoleum. The heavy rusted iron doors were open, which made a chill go up your spine. That… wasn’t normal, it wasn’t even opened earlier. Weren’t they always supposed to be locked? Keeping your distance, staying a good few feet away from the mausoleum but you moved so you could peek inside without getting any closer. With your flashlight camera illuminating the dark space from afar, you squinted to get a better view just because you were that far and refused to be stupid and get closer. However, when you could vaguely make out the shape of multiple coffins on shelves, their top lids discarded off to the side revealing empty insides, it felt as if your heart dropped to the bottom of your stomach.

Suddenly, you felt a foreign sensation grasping onto your hand. Screaming, you instinctively swung blindly with the thick book, until you heard a groan and a crack! Behind you was a figure dressed in black, their hand was nothing but bone, and their head–– Oh, their head looked normal with messy redish hair and an odd heart-shaped scar on their cheek, but their skull literally came unattached and went rolling into the bushes due to the force behind your hit. Much to your horror, the body grasped at nothing and moved towards the detached head. From the bushes, you heard a voice, presumably from the head yelling, “Ow! What the hell was that for? I was trying to talk to you! Wait… what am I saying ow for? That didn’t even hurt!”

What… What was that? Why was there a person with a skeletal hand and without a head, talking and moving as if normal? As you turned around to make a dash for the exit at the graveyard gates, you immediately came face to face with another macabre-like figure. This one had a dark blue shade of hair and there was a spade-shaped scar on his left eye.

When he raised his hand towards you, you instinctively raised the book to defend yourself, and his eyes widened as he began, “Wait, I’m not gonna hurt you! Don’t––!”

CRACK!

You swung again, nearly screaming as his head rolled off just like the first’s did. And just like the first, his head went rolling into the bushes with his walking headless body quickly following. Much to your horror, you could still hear their voices. The heads were bickering with each other, as their bodies rummaged through the bushes to find their missing piece.

With no obstacles in your way anymore, you ran for the gate while the two were busy. The gates were so close, just within reach––! Until a third figure appeared in front of the exit, blocking your path. This one looked similar to the others, but with orange hair brushing against his shoulders and a diamond-shaped scar below his eye. When you moved, so did he, both of you stuck in an awkward and scary tango as he blocked your path each time. “Hold on! Stop, just chill for a second!” How could you chill when you noticed one of his arms was completely devoid of flesh?!

“Look, we promise we aren’t going to hurt you. It’s okay. We would never hurt you.” Another one? The fourth one had short dark-green hair and a clover-shaped scar. He spoke softly and mustered an awkward smile, but what unnerved you was his eye. The eye just above his scar, suddenly popped out of his skull before he hurriedly squeezed it back in place and adjusted his glasses. Noticing your alarmed reaction, he instantly apologized, “Sorry––”

Behind him, you noticed a shorter fifth figure with rose red hair. Oh god, there were five? Was this the new walking dead? Wait… five? Like the five names on the mausoleums…? The fifth… wasn’t all that scary. Yes, he looked like the others, like walking corpses, but he approached slowly and carefully while cradling the bouquet of roses. He stopped a good distance away, but he merely stared at you before smiling and bowing his head, “Thank you for the flowers, they’re lovely. I never expected my–– I mean, our, first offerings in quite some time, to be from the lone soul that would summon us.”

Well that happened. You somehow raised the dead (at least five of them) through the ritual and now they’re claiming that you’re the lone soul that they’re swearing eternal loyalty to? Who knew knick knacks from the dollar store would be enough to appease these hundred of years old walking corpses? They may look kinda scary with how some of their limbs are missing flesh and parts of their bodies have exposed bone but at least their faces and heads are fully attached… for the most part. And they’re actually fairly nice and have gotten attached to you quickly. There’s no getting rid of them, no ritual to put them back to their eternal rest. So what now?

Ace Trappola

Despite being from hundreds of years ago, Ace could fit in surprisingly well in this day and age if it weren’t for little details about his appearance. It was a shame that he died so early on, but he doesn’t mind because he met you. Besides, death wasn’t so bad, it just felt like he took the fattest nap ever known to man.

Right over his right eye, it looked like someone had used a knife to carve the shape of a heart. Additionally, he was missing flesh over the left side of his torso which revealed his bare rib cage that was completely hollow, and part of his ankles (almost always hidden by socks and shoes) were nothing but bone as well.

Along with Cater, he’s quick to get used to the new environment. Also the first to realize that these aren’t little monsters running around, they’re just plain old kids in costumes! How old must they be to have no idea that kids dress up on Halloween? You have no idea, and when you ask Ace merely grins and avoids the question. These fog machines and scary ani-ma-tron-ics are pretty cool!

The playing cards were one of the things he recognized despite the time that has gone by, which is why he appreciated the offering. That, and the ace card has a heart just like his scar. Anyways, sure, the cards may look different, but they’re still cards used for games and tricks. Oh, and speaking of tricks.

Trick-or-treat? Trick, always. Ace is one of the more mischievous ones, he thinks it’s funny to scare the kids passing by. And it is scary, because they think his wounds and bones are so realistic. Oh, it’s real, but they don’t need to know that. Not just that, but he will steal candy from unsuspecting kids. Even better if they get so scared they run and drop their goodie bags. More for him!

He won’t lie, you meeting him for the first time could’ve gone much better. He was just so excited. He woke up feeling energized, arising from his coffin as he heard you recite from the book. Of course he probably should’ve guessed you’d freak out at the sight of him. Part of his body probably rotted during his slumber.

Ace knew this would’ve happened eventually, someone was going to wake him up, they had to. The curse placed on him and his friends prophesied that only a lone soul would bring them back among the living, where perhaps they might actually be able to live like normal to make up for their life that was taken. In exchange for another opportunity, they would be bonded to the lone soul. Well the ritual with the bond must’ve worked rapidly, what else could explain this intense desire to be in your company, making you laugh and simply doing some antics with you? And it was only night one. These desires may increase as each night passes.

Later on in the night if some of those annoying guys try to scare you, he’s immediately snapping back in reply. Hey! Only he can scare you! Don’t worry, he won’t lash out physically into violence. That’s more of the others in the group’s thing. He did imagine burying those jerks alive, but he won’t be doing that… at least for now.

Deuce Spade

Deuce has a harder time adjusting, at times he sticks out like a sore thumb but by emulating others he’s getting better. It’s honestly such a jarring experience. Everything he once knew is now gone, time went on, things changed, but he feels a bit better knowing you’ll be here throughout everything from here on out.

On the corner of his left eye, there was a fairly large scar in the shape of a spade. Over his cheek, from one edge of his lips to his jaw, there was a hole in his flesh that revealed part of his teeth and jaw bone. Even one of his hands was completely devoid of any flesh, which was mostly covered by his black gloves.

At first, Deuce is majorly freaked out by all the changes. Why are all the lights no longer candles but glowing glass? Why are there little monsters running everywhere carrying bags of candy? Is that a giant version of the offering you gave him?! That looks amazing! He wants a closer look! Do you realize how much better this is being with you experiencing all these new things, instead of sleeping?

He honestly had no idea what his offering was supposed to be. It looked like a toy of some kind, but he was nonetheless grateful. So imagine his shock when he saw these box-shaped mechanisms and mo-tor-cyles that looked like his offering. He was entranced. When you ask what if he gets injured on a motorcycle, he confidently assured that he could easily put himself back together even if he was nothing but pieces!

Trick-or-treat? Treat! He’s just copying what you, Riddle, and Trey are doing. Besides, now that he has a second chance at life, he wants to be better! Which is why he refuses to actively try and scare the children, but they’re still frightened. Even as he tried to reassure them and offer candy, the kids broke out crying at what the parents accompanying them complimented as amazing makeup. He just wanted to help out, not be scary…

That meeting was, uh… embarrassing. He can’t believe you saw his head roll off within the first five seconds of seeing each other! Maybe he should’ve learned from Ace’s mistakes and kept his distance so you wouldn’t panic, but he was eager to introduce himself! Ah, don’t worry, his bones and scars won’t get in the way this time!

There’s moments he recalls his life before he died. He didn’t have much. Hell, it was probably his own incompetence and recklessness that led to his death, but then he rememberes who he left behind. His mother. Surely she grieved over her lost son, he ended up a disappointment and made her cry. But he wondered if… she’d be happy knowing he had another chance, that he found someone to dedicate himself to and he was diligently improving his behavior. Would that let her rest in peace and would he be able to move on with a new purpose? He wouldn’t throw away this second chance, he’ll make up for his past mistakes and protect you to the death!

No matter how much he tries, he cannot hide his sometimes brash impulsive behavior. He may lash out, especially if someone’s being rude to you or trying to scare you. But, it’s easy to stop him with a simple scolding. However, there are times where you may fail to notice he’s secretly taken action. Where did he get a shovel from? And why does it have blood on it? Deuce says it’s a prop, but you’re not really convinced when you notice fresh mud on his boots.

Cater Diamond

Like Ace, Cater fits in surprisingly well. He catches on the fastest to slang, able to ease swiftly from the old speech to the more modern dialect. Isn’t this great? He fits right in! Well… almost. If it weren't for the state of his body, then he would fit in perfectly. But, there’s nothing like a little makeup and adjustment of his clothes that can’t fix that.

Under his left eye, there’s a small diamond-shaped scar engraved in his flesh. If you pushed up the sleeve of his black outfit, you could see that on one of his arms, from his shoulder to the tip of his fingers, the limb was completely devoid of flesh. What happened to him to lose so much skin? He won’t say, he’ll always distract you with a story from his previous life if you try to bring it up.

These new devices of the time are so interesting! This cute little magical electric box you always carry around is his favorite! And all these little kids running around dressed to the nines in silly costumes? Fun! He never expected old Hallow’s Eve to end up like this. He likes the holiday way better now. It used to just be a pagan time for festivals, now it’s such an exciting night! He can’t wait to learn more about the traditions from you.

Your offering was too good! Really, he hated sweets and wasn’t extremely fond of bland food, but when you left this magical cup, he wasn’t really sure what to expect. After everything, you showed him how to prepare it. When he saw you’re just supposed to fill it with water and mix to get a spicy and delightful meal? He was floored! This was by far, the best offering he got! Eagerly he slurped up the spicy noodles, despite not needing food for his body to function.

Trick-or-treat? Trick, obviously! He is not about the treat, honestly. Which is why if he won’t playfully scare a kid or get them to laugh, he’ll give them a treat… of spicy ramen noodles! Yeah, that’s right. He’s not giving out candy, he’s giving them a small plastic cup of noodles from the packet you had stored in the pantry. Guess he didn’t quite get the memo that usually treat meant candy, but he’s got the spirit.

You whacked the head off Ace and Deuce, but Cater was smarter than to just get so close after he saw what happened to them. Even if he did want to get as close as possible to you. Just… don’t look too long at the broken parts of his body. He won’t say it aloud but he is a bit… self-conscious about it, more so than the others. But if you push past the black veil of his hat and sincerely compliment him, despite his current appearance, he’ll melt and be much clingier.

To be honest, he was frightened at the time of his death. He was nearly certain that no one would come for him, no one would bring him back, why would they when there were others? How could he be sure there was even someone destined to bring him back? He’d be left to rot for eternity… So imagine his pure shock, his disbelief, when he awoke in a coffin. And what was that voice outside these stone walls…? He needed to get out of here, he needed to see if this was real. When he reached the outside, and saw your living breathing form, well… Part of him was worried this was some cruel dream. Can the dead even dream?

Ah, don’t worry about him! His biggest crime is making a kid or two cry by scaring them. Most of the time he ends up being able to make them laugh and smile though. Just hope that no one tries to egg your house or do any other prank like that. Because he might just do more than merely make them cry from fear.

Trey Clover

Trey fits in well which is a bit unexpected? Not because he’s good with learning about the new environment, but because most people assume he’s a good and decent living guy by his behavior. Which is a good thing, because it means he can stay beside you with no issue, right?

He happens to be the most “normal” looking. He isn’t missing flesh, but he does have a small clover shaped scar right under his right eye. However, his eye isn’t connected properly to his skull, causing it to pop out at times. There is no blood, it just pops out and goes right back in, often caught by his glasses. He gets embarrassed whenever you see it happen.

At first the children in their costumes surprised him, before he quickly figured out they were kids. The huge selection of candies on the shelves and baked goods in display windows from this time period amazed him! For a moment he even mistook firefighters as witch hunters because of their black robes and axes that could be used to chop wood to burn witches and other unholy beings such as themselves! Just a short explanation from you was enough to get him to understand and calm his uneasiness.

A baked treat, a fitting offering for the son of a baker. He’d never seen a cupcake so… colorful. It looked normal with white frosting, but it had rainbow sprinkles and glittering wrappings. It was delightfully sweet, not too sugary but not lacking either. He compliments your baking skill, but you don’t tell him it’s a cheap store-bought good.

Trick-or-treat? Treat! Trey seems to enjoy handing out candy to the children, and he seems like the only one they aren’t scared of! He’s another one that doesn’t quite get that treats usually means just candy, since he wanted to give each trick-or-treater a cupcake he baked himself! How’d he even learn to use the oven that quickly? You have no idea. But it seems like his new favorite thing.

Really, of all times for his eye to fall out, it had to be right as he met you? That was a bit humiliating… Well, he had plenty of time to paint a better picture of himself in your mind, since he could tell that their somewhat grotesque appearance frightened you. But first thing’s first, they had to get you to stop screaming.

It all went black at his death. It felt like it had only been one night when he then awoke in the mausoleum. He could hear a voice past the stone walls, followed by a commotion and a scream. The scream sent a chill up his spine, forcing him to hurry his pace. There was the setting sun and moon, nearly blinding him as he stepped out for the first time in centuries, but you, you were like the light at the end of the tunnel. That’s when he recalled the prophecy. So it was you. It was no wonder he felt the urgent need to come to your rescue when he heard your scream, because you had already bound him to your soul. But there was nothing to rescue you from, as he can tell from Ace and Deuce who quite literally lost their heads. He’d help convince you that they mean no harm.

Trey is the least likely to ever be violent, but he does tend to fret a lot over your health. You don’t want to become like him, do you? He always means well, so there’s never any need to worry about his intentions. Of course, he’ll never say it, but he doesn’t care nearly as much for anyone that isn’t you or those he died alongside. But he’ll stop the other four dead men so that they’re not creating trouble for you.

Riddle Rosehearts

Oh, Riddle… At first he had a difficult time adjusting as well, many things appalled him or shocked him to his core. But, with a few words from you, he was quickly able to act the part of fitting in. The prophecy has been done, he lives once again alongside four other dead. Now, just as it was foretold, he was bonded to a lone soul, you, which he’ll gladly serve for eternity, and not even death can keep you apart from them!

Like Trey, his injuries are not clearly visible. However, under his shirt right over his heart, is a crude scar shaped like a rose. The lines were so intricate to create the design, and his flesh had been stitched together. He won’t speak about it much, but the others say the scar is there because the killer cut the tortuous rose scar into his flesh, tore out that part of skin, and ripped his heart out.

What was this black river outside the cemetery gates? What? It’s firm as stone! You say this is a road? What are all these little hobgoblins running around? Weren’t they supposed to be in the living world, not in hell? They’re just children in costumes? That’s ridiculous! The world has changed so much… Tell him, if he may ask you, what is the year? For how long have they slept in their coffins?

There were so many things to learn, so many changes, but what didn’t change? Flowers. Flowers still existed. Oh, he recalled his former life, tending to the garden and smelling the flowers. It was bitter sweet, as he recalled the very rose scar over his heart. He’s certain that flowers decorated his coffin at his funeral as well. And these roses… they were from you, they brought back many memories, but he’ll treasure this gift nonetheless.

Trick-or-treat? Why, treat, of course! Riddle follows your instructions perfectly, only giving candy to those children that ring the doorbell and say the words trick-or-treat. And to each child, he’s giving an equal amount of candy. Even the buckets storing the sweets have been organized meticulously by flavor and color. He takes this job seriously–– You three, Ace, Deuce, Cater! Quit terrorizing the children at once!!

Riddle felt a sense of calm. Of course anyone should’ve been confused after waking up in a coffin, but Riddle immediately knew what was happening. Someone had fulfilled the prophecy, of course. It was why he was able to walk out of the mausoleum and notice the offering left under his name.

The roses smelled so sweet, and their red color was such a contrast to the dreary dark and dullness of the graveyard around them. Cradling the bouquet gently, his eyes caught sight of the younger two just beginning to reattach their skulls to their bodies. Not too far away, he saw the other two blocking the exit at the gates. This was it. It was the moment he would properly meet the lone soul who he was now bonded to. He could practically feel the stitches above where his heart would be, magically tugging him forward closer and closer to your form. This time, he will make the most of this second chance, and he’ll have you at his side to carry out your commands.

Rosehearts never causes mischief or trouble or unnecessary conflicts. He keeps the other four in line and helps them blend in more with the living crowd. You can trust in him, he will prevent the others from doing anything they shouldn’t be doing… Is what he says, but you can’t be sure. Well, as long as you’re around to calm him, everything will be alright. As long as you do not leave him, no one will have to face the wrath of the walking dead.

Afterwards...

Say, why not go to the land of the dead with them? Because of the prophecy and curse, they never were allowed there but maybe now they would be permitted. Don’t worry about the small details, you may be living still but that shouldn’t be a problem! The land of the dead isn’t that bad from what they’ve heard. There was something deep in their bones, an emptiness as they slept, a longing that they’ve ever known. That unknown emptiness was only filled by you, their lone soul.

Sure, it may be dark and there is no sunlight, but it’s quite lively considering it’s full of dead people. Besides, you’ll have them at their side! What harm can come to you when they are there? You won’t have to worry about the problems from your living life, not when you’re residing down in the land of the dead with them.

It may be frightening at first to see all these grotesque skeletal figures walking about, but a simple bit of adjusting just as you taught them how to get used to the changes of the living world, will get you used to the land of the dead.

Hm, what’s this? You don’t want to? Well, they aren’t entirely opposed to it, they don’t mind staying in the living world with you either. However, how will you be able to live with five walking corpses? Halloween doesn’t last forever you know, and they can’t constantly excuse their appearance with the holiday costumes. It would be long before they’re insisting you reconsider going with them to the land of the dead. Afterall, you did initiate the ritual, you gave them offerings, you lit candles, you bound them to your soul. The book said, once that vow is made, it shall seal the soul’s fate.

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through the hourglass 156. brb x oc

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While both of them were extremely happy knowing the twins’ gender - for right now, they’d have to check it again in a few months to be sure - Rooster knew he had to mentally prepare for the time he was to be deployed. It was talked about it, everyone knew it too, so it was better to manage his emotions before they left, it’d be easier.

Not to mention he’d want Mav to know about it too, before they were out of the country.

He taps his pen against his palm as he leans back on his chair, lips pursed - reports thankfully filled and piled up on the corner of his desk- and his eyes locked on his facing down phone. He had to figure out how long they’d be away and…well, be ready to see a bigger Nicole when he returns because he knew it’d happen.

Rubbing his eyes with his fingertips,Rooster decides to get himself some water or something because he wants to distract himself. The thought that Nicole would be bigger and Beatrice’s pregnancy could be nearing it’s end did bother him, yes, of course it did, he’d be an idiot to say it wouldn’t…but they talked about it several times. She’d send him pictures and videos and she’d keep him updated.

“The last thing I want is you getting worried when you are so far away from me.”

His cheeks warm up as those sweet words echo in his brain for a few seconds, his smile widening because Beatrice was just an angel in the flesh. She was painfully sweet, he had to admit their relationship did grow a lot more over the years they’ve been together. Not that it wouldn’t but it…just worked. Beatrice was the most understanding person he had ever met, from the very first time he left when they started dating, from the day she just said ‘okay’ and smiled at him he knew he’d always have a hard time no matter how kind she was.

Because he miss her.

A lot.

All the time when he’s gone.

The little scent baggie she gave him helps, the smell reminds him of her and he sometimes brings it to his nose before he has to fly or goes to sleep. His time talking to her is limited, but he tries his best to always talk to her, be it a short message…but he was honestly nervous because he knew how she got pregnant with Nicole. He didn’t want her to worry either, about him or about the babies, but he also knew that asking her not to worry was a feat by itself.

He gets himself a bottle of water,chugs half of it in a matter of seconds and slowly makes his way back to his office. Because his mind was still in disarray, his heart was beating fast, but he knew the only way to deal with this was…making sure he’d be okay and is going to come back for his family. How big would Nikki be? She’d be nearing her one year birthday right?

“God, she’s going to be so big.” he mutters, rubbing his eyes and then his face with a hand, “I can’t keep thinking about this, it’s not going to help me at all.”

Easier said than done right?

The last message he got from Beatrice was nothing more than a ‘have a good day’ text with a picture of a smiling Nikki, reaching to the camera as if she wanted to hug it. He smirks while rubbing his thumb over his daughter’s face, then sighs as he shakes his head, “God damn it,I can’t have -”

“Sir!”

He knew that voice, well, those voices. He slowly turns to see Faraday and Thompson hurrying over to him, saluting the second they were within range from the Lieutenant, “At ease.” he says, “What can I help you guys with?”

The two young recruits shared a look, only for Faraday to reply, “Well sir, we are curious about this mission we’ll go. The one we’ve been hearing about for months.” he says, the topic of conversation makes Rooster arch his brow with interest but he allowed the recruit to continue, “We were wondering if there’s anything else we should know?”

“Like what?”

“Like…who’ll go?” Thompson replies quietly, his hands behind his back, almost feeling like he’s in pain while doing so.

Rooster turns his whole body around and then parts his lips for a reply, ‘You two know I can’t answer that, but I assume it’ll be more than you two. I’ll go, so will Mav-Cpt.Mitchell. Are you two nervous about it?’ from the shifty eye action it was obvious that they were, “This isn’t your first time doing this, it might be more than you expected but it can be done.”

“...right.” another shared look before Faraday continued, “Sorry sir, we don’t want to come across as wimps we-” Rooster raises his hand and stops them from speaking, his eyes closed and brows furled annoyingly.

“Having fear doesn’t makes us wimps.” he says gently yet firmly, “Having fear is what makes us smart and what makes sure we’ll come back home,” he inhales after that because he feared, a lot, so much, so often that it sometimes took control of him when he was away. Of course he could handle it, he was a seasoned pilot right now, he knew how to handle this. But these two were practically kids, they were just a few years younger than he was when he joined, “You are not wimps. Take that out of your vocabulary.”

“Yes,sir.”

“I’m serious.” he says again, quieter, “Whoever bases their whole personality in being ‘never afraid’ shouldn’t be taken seriously. We all need a pinch of humanity every once in a while,” he ‘hms’ with his brows up, making sure the two understood what he meant, “You got it,right?”

“Sir, yes sir.”

“Listen, don’t start being doubtful now.” he looks down at his watch to check the time, “There are times to be scared but you gotta manage it the best way that you can, you hear me?”

“Yes sir.”

“Good,” he salutes them after they do it one more time, “Now go back to what you guys were doing and remember stuff will happen, you just gotta be prepared for it, alright?’

“Yes sir.” another salute and Rooster tells them to go before they spend too long standing there doing nothing. The two recruits laugh but do as he ask, leaving the older pilot standing there with his mouth downturned and his thoughts somewhere else.

He wasn’t wrong in saying that fear makes us think better, most of the time that is, and sometimes it is a necessary emotion when it comes to survival, especially when it comes to what they did. He sighs as soon as he turns around to go back to his office, the young recruits talking behind him as he pulls out his phone.

Once in the safety of his office, he sends Beatrice a simple text, just a

“Everything okay?”

She replies immediately with a picture of her, Nicole and the dogs all lying on the couch watching TV. “Everything great :)” she is smiling at him, that smile has his heart in its clutches. He loves her so much, so immensely much that it was harder to comprehend he’d be so far away from her for God knows how long.

“But she understands.” he tells himself, “She does, it’s Beatrice she is going to understand me.” he looks down at the picture, knowing he’ll have this to remember her by once he’s out of California…as much as it pained him to think about it, it was his job.

“Anyway, reports don’t fill themselves.” he mutters, tossing the phone aside and rolling his neck,”Time to get to it.”

“Mav.”

“Yeah?”

His uncle holds his helmet in his hand, standing next to his motorcycle as Rooster makes his way over, holding his own keys in his hand and setting the sunglasses over his eyes, “Do you have anything planned right now?”

“Me?” he questions, ‘...no…why?”

“Bea wants to give you something.”

His uncle blinks in shock, “Beatrice wants to give me something? How come?” he gets a shrug from the younger pilot, “Thanks, that helps a lot. Brad, there’s no need for gifts, you know? I still have all the Christmas gifts I got from her family, I don’t even have space for half of it but I’m not getting rid of anything.”

“I know.” he smirks, ‘But she still wants you to show up there, don’t you wanna see Nikki? You said you haven’t seen her in a long while. And you complained about it a whole lot.”

“I didn’t complain it that much.” his nephew just arches his brow, almost challenging him to continue that line of thought, “Okay, maybe I did complain a bit, can you blame me? She’s adorable.”

“That she is…anyway, are you coming?”

“I mean, sure, I don’t know what Bea would want with me.”

In reality, she just wanted to tell Mav about the twins - she planned something for everyone they didn’t tell about it yet, she planned on telling Penny later tonight once she’s out of the bar and away from her boss’ worried looks. Her parents were close second in finding out about it…soon. Bradley liked the idea of surprising his uncle and yet giving him something soft to settle in case he fell down and hurt himself…not that he would, he only joked saying he’s going to faint.

Albeit once he’s driving back to their house, he thinks about the time when he did tell him about Nikki and Maverick almost did faint….well, maybe it was better if he was seated once he knows about it.

He parks the car in front of the house instead of the garage since he was taking Beatrice to work later, walking out of the car and waiting for Maverick with his hands on his hips, “You need help there?”

“Huh?”

“Taking a while to climb off that bike, huh?”

“What?”

He points to his uncle’s bike, “Back giving you issues?”

Maverick stared at him for a few seconds, then pointed back at him, ‘You are lucky we are in front of your house or else I was going to give you a nogging you wouldn’t forget.”

“You can’t reach me.’

“Alright.” Maverick places the helmet aside, laughing as he makes his way over to Rooster, playfully punching him, “I’m older than you,kid. Don’t think I can’t handle it, besides,I can always call for back up.”

“Back up?”

‘Yes- hi Beatrice.”

Rooster looks up when he sees the brunette by the door,holding a wriggling Nicole that doesn’t know who will have her attention first: her father or her great uncle? Or both? Her little arms stretched towards them and her cute smile widening because two of her favorite people? In the same place? “My little girl!” Maverick however stepped faster than his nephew would, picking Nicole from Beatrice’s arms and kissing her cheeks, “Oh you smell so good, did you miss me? Did you?”

“Aaa!”

“Yes,I missed you too!’

Beatrice watched with fondness as the two shared this moment, moving her eyes to Rooster who just watched with the tiniest bit of annoyance in his face, he was jealous. He tried to play it off but Beatrice knew, even stepping out from the door to greet him with a kiss on the lips, ‘Hi.”

“Hi.”

“You are pouting.”

“Am not.”

She taps those pouty lips and giggles, “Yes you are, come on, you can share her love a little. She just loves Mav as she does you.” she places her chin on his shoulder as they watch Maverick playing with Nicole, their daughter giggling, ‘But I’m glad you brought him over, makes it easier.” she says, “Mav! Can we go inside? It’s windy.”

The older pilot blinks but nods, holding Nicole to his chest and kissing her head, eventually giving her over to Brad- he did hold the little girl close as if he refused to let her go again, narrowing his eyes just a bit, watching his godfather step inside first with the three of them following, “You look cute when you are jealous.” she smiles ,kissing his cheek ,”It’s so rare to see it.”

“Yeah,well,”

“She just has you on her tiny fingers,” she grins, kissing Nicole’s little hand, “Yes you do,honey, yes you do. Daddy is just butter in your hands.”

“Well, she got that from her mom, so.” his smile falters a little, “After Mav leaves…I think I’ll just have to talk to you a bit.”

“About?”

“The mission.”

Beatrice inhales shakily, her eyes widening but she nods, rubbing his back as they go inside, “Of course,Roos.” she says, “You know I’m all ears,don’t you?”

“I do honey, I do.”

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Scoops! (Part 3)

There's a bit of death in this chapter. So heads up.

Previous chapters: 1, 2

Read it on AO3 here!

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In darkness, Clark groaned and rubbed his jaw, running his tongue along his teeth to make sure he still had them all. He heard clattering next to him and rolled over on one shoulder to see the Spider Lady, dimly lit, digging through the crate she had shoved into his arms earlier. She opened a panel on the side of her toastmaster, pulled out three dull, scorched-looking black cartridges and tossed them aside into the darkness, then pulled three glowing red cartridges from the case—just three. Clark grunted in pain as he propped himself up on one elbow to see the interior of the crate was mostly dense foam padding, each cartridge designated its own little slot. The red glow made Clark’s head ache and he rolled back onto his back, squeezing his eyes shut. Just how volatile was that ammo?

“If I had known how much ammo it took to knock you out, I would have packed more,” the Spider Lady clicked the new cartridges into their place and closed the panel of the gun with a guiltily satisfying ka-chunk.

“Would I have to carry that, too?” mumbled Clark.

“Funny. Are you done moaning?” The Spider Lady was standing over him, that gun slung across her back once more.

“Mnh,” he just grunted again.

“What’s wrong with you? Knowing you, that should have barely—” the Spider Lady caught herself, “Oh right, no invulnerability.” She huffed.

“You forgot I didn’t have invulnerability?!” Clark bolted up to an upright sitting position and grunted again as the blood rushed from his head.

“Look, things got a little dicey back there, I didn’t have time to think everything through—Honestly I was a little scared you’d break my toastmaster.”

“With my face!?”

She just scoffed. “Come on, Boy Scout,” she grabbed his arm and hauled him, wobbling, to his feet, “We don’t have a lot of time, and it’s not good to stay in one place here for long.” Clark stumbled after her, glancing back over his shoulder at the empty crate.

“Are-are we just going to leave that there? What is this place?” Clark looked around the blackness. He wanted to turn on (Flex? Activate?) his X-Ray vision, but knew he couldn’t with the inhibitor collar, and even then, he was a little scared to.

“Jimmy—My Jimmy—Called it ‘Backstage,’” said the Spider Lady.

“…it doesn’t look like the portals the League or Mxy uses..” murmured Clark. On closer inspection, it wasn’t black, but rather, it had a sickly, swimming, shifting, dark off-color quality to it, like the afterimages when you close your eyes after a bright light. Something sloshed around his feet and he glanced down to see light rippling oddly around his shoes, “Is it… supposed to be wet?” It wasn’t wet though—his boots and socks didn’t feel wet.

“Different dimensions have different ways of moving between them. The League of Lois Lanes punches holes between dimensions like barbarians, we just find a channel between. It’s not nearly as fast, obviously, but it’s undetectable, which suits me.”

Something moved in the periphery of Clark’s vision and his head swung in that direction.

“Plus, sometimes you can see the show.”

Clark glanced down at the rippling at his feet. The lights in the seeming liquid was shifting and warping, taking on rippling images. Clark squinted for a second, slowly making out a blob of red and blue clashing against a blob of green and…orange? Goldenrod? He shifted his foot and the images scattered, taking on a squarish shape as they broke apart, like film frames.

“Boy Scout! Come on!” The Spider Lady called at him from up ahead.

Clark furrowed his brow and stopped abruptly, his cuffed hands curling into fists in front of him.

“I’m not going any further,” Clark said stiffly.

“What did you say?” “I said, ‘I’m not going any further.’ I don’t know what you’re doing or why you’re doing it, but obviously if you’re going after Ivo’s suit, and you have no problem with hurting people to do it, it can’t be anything good.”

She raised the remote so he spoke more quickly.

“So you can shock me as much as you want, but I imagine eventually I’ll pass out, or maybe I’ll get an aneurism or something and that’ll just make your job harder.”

“That’s your plan?! Passing out or dying!?”

“Yeah I wish I had a better plan, too!”

“There’s no way,” she scoff-laughed at him, but it was clearly forced, and there wasn’t a smile in her eyes.

“Try me,” said Clark.

She glared at him, her jaw setting, then tightening, and tightening, her lips drawing back from her teeth in a snarl. Clark just stared back. He had no powers here except being 211 pounds of milk-chugging, corn-fed, free-range, Kansas inconvenience.

“Of all the stupid—!” She finally pressed her knuckles to her forehead before snapping, “I’m saving my world, Boy Scout!”

“Well you could have opened with that instead of shooting me!” Clark snapped back at her.

“Trust a Kryptonian?! With everything the League has on you!?” she said on reflex.

“So what, I’m evil in your world, too!?” This would have been a moment where Clark would feel heat building behind his eyes again, and, if he was among regular people, he would have excused himself to get a lid on his own anger. But with the inhibitor collar on, all he felt was just a sick fury boiling in his chest, “I can’t help what other me’s are doing in other universes! I was scared of what I could do before I even knew they existed! But because of them, the League of women who have the exact same face as my girlfriend think it’s perfectly reasonable to shoot me on sight! And even when I’m not getting shot at because of those me’s, I have nightmares about them, about me, on a regular basis!” Clark had to take half a breath from that rant and he blinked, catching himself. He was more than well-acquainted with the horror he had felt seeing the contents of that sphere file on Thanksgiving, but how long had he been tamping this anger down? Maybe it was there now that the collar made his powers a non-factor in this whole situation? And where was this anger even supposed to go? It was ubiquitous and helpless all at once. And now here he was, spilling it all out to the so-called Spider Lady of all people—but then… she had Lois’s face too, and Lois was always hitting him with, ‘You can tell me anything,’ ‘You can tell me anything,’ but he couldn’t.. He didn’t want to scare her, like he knew he had before. He couldn’t tell her about the anger, but it here it was now.

Almost on cue, the Spider Lady snarled, “This isn’t about you!”

“Then why am I here!?” Clark’s voice pitched up in desperation, “If—if you’re trying to save your world, and I’m evil in that world, why isn’t the Clark from your universe here trying to stop you?” Clark paused, “Or… or did he help you? Did he hurt you?”

“There isn’t a Clark in my universe,” the Spider Lady angrily paced forward, “There’s only a little rocket ship in some rich man’s cabinet of curiosities, with a tiny skeleton inside.”

Clark stood there, eyes crinkled and mouth slightly open at this. Of course he figured there had to be universes where he was dead or never born, it was a big multiverse, after all. Still, for all his fears of his home planet, there was a part of him that mourned this version of himself who never really was.

“The Jimmy in my universe, though, I didn’t deserve him,” her back was to him. She seemed to shrink a little in front of him before drawing in a long breath. There was that exhaustion in her again. “If you really have to know…” The light in the Spider Lady’s eyes shifted as she pulled a spherical object similar to the Kryptonite container file out of the satchel she was holding Scoops in, and set it on the ground. Clark instinctively drew back, but she hit a button on it and it started projecting a blue hologram of Jimmy. Well, not the Jimmy he knew. This Jimmy had more closely-cropped hair and a neatly tailored eyebrow-thick mustache. He was at a workbench, pushing goggles up to his forehead and talking with a wide toothy grin, his voice muted. “This is the reason I’m here,” said the Spider Lady.

——

Lois and Jimmy were both slumped against a shipping container. Sirens were wailing in the distance, which meant someone had to see the smoke from the firefight at this point. They knew they couldn’t stay for long, and yet the exhaustion had finally caught up with them, and the panic of their situation had washed into despair. Lois’s head was bowed against her knees, and Jimmy watched as Lewis worked at his gauntlet a few yards away from them. He had shed his purple blazer, and was clearly frowning. Jimmy had slung an arm over Lois’s shoulders, but in his free hand, he still had Scoops’s app open, ‘SIGNAL LOST’ displayed in red letters across the GPS map screen.

“Lois,” Jimmy said very quietly and she raised her head.

“We have to seriously talk about ditching them,” said Jimmy.

“We can’t ditch them,” said Lois.

“You heard Jalana, we’re still Persons of Interest after that whole mess with Mxy,” Jimmy’s voice dropped to a whisper, “Do you want to end up in another one of those weird glass tube cells?

“They’re our only way of finding out where Clark is, or getting to him,” Lois hiss-whispered back.

“We can’t help Clark if we’re in interdimensional jail!” Jimmy’s whisper had almost raised to a stage whisper when they heard Jalana clear her throat in front of them.

They both perked up to the sound of someone clearing their throat, and looked up to see Jalana standing in front of them, her arms full of candy bars, protein bars, bags of chips, and 4 water bottles.

“Lois? My, um, gauntlet said you were at a critical calorie deficit, so I found a vending machine over at the shipping office and I… used some of your dimension’s currency to get us all some food.” She lowered herself to her knees and awkwardly dumped all the food and water on the ground in front of them with a rustle of wrappers and clatter of plastic.

“…you hacked it with the gauntlet,” said Jimmy.

“Yeah,” Jalana rubbed the back of her neck, “It’s fine, the League’ll,” she waved a hand vaguely, “Balance it out.”

Lois wasn’t sure how she could eat at a time like this, but Jimmy was grabbing a water bottle and some chips and quietly eating them, if only for something to give his hands something to do, something to distract from the dread of Clark’s fate and the anxiety of their own. She grabbed a protein bar, bit into it, and before she knew it, it was gone and she was gulping down water and grabbing some pretzels. She caught herself after finishing the pretzels in two handfuls and looked at Jalana, who was dubiously reading the ingredients on a candy bar.

“Thank you,” said Lois, with a hard swallow, looking up at Jalana.

“Hey, just trying to help,” said Jalana quietly.

“We never got the chance to thank you for last time, either,” said Jimmy, lowering his voice to make sure Lewis couldn’t hear. “That… was you, wasn’t it? That portal that got us home?”

“Well… only other Flamebro in the multiverse has to count for something, right?” said Jalana, smiling at him.

“Thank you,” said Jimmy, setting his phone down.

“Yeah, um… thanks,” Lois readjusted her coat around herself. Jalana just finally seemed to decide ‘to hell with it’ and opened her candy bar. Lois ran a hand through her short hair, “I realize I—Okay I’ve kind of been biting you guys’s heads off.”

“Of course you do. You’re a Lois,” said Jalana, her mouth full of candy bar.

“And we—the League and us—don’t exactly have a good track record,” said Lois, “But… I do get that we want the same thing. We just… want our universes to be safe. And you spoke up for us with Lewis before so… thank you.”

“I just figured… it’s what Lois Prime would have done,” said Jalana.

They ate in silence for a few more minutes, still trying to gauge the distance of the sirens, before Jalana gave a wary glance over to Lewis.

“He’s reporting in, isn’t he?” said Lois.

“He has to,” said Jalana, “We failed to apprehend the Spider Lady, now there’s a Clark involved, your Clark involved, again, which escalates the situation. By all accounts, this is critical mission failure.”

“It’s not over yet,” Jimmy sat up, “You said the rest of the League will be looking for them.”

‘Well, yeah, but they’re definitely moving it out of our hands,” said Jalana.

“But they get that Clark’s not actually with her because he wants to be, right?” Lois was starting to feel the blood sugar get back to her brain, giving a glance over to Lewis, still sullenly entering information on his gauntlet, “Like, he saw him get shocked and pistol-whipped, right?”

“He did, we all did, but—”

“But what?!”

“Loises are natural skeptics. For all the threat we recognize the Spider Lady as, a Clark is still a major threat, too.”

“You keep saying, ‘A Clark’ or ‘A Kryptonian,’” Lois was sullenly munching through another protein bar, “He’s Clark. He’s not an animal.”

“He’s not human, either,” said Jalana, steadily, before giving her a slight eyebrow raise, “And apparently, he’s your Clark.”

Lois’s ears burned and she just took another grumpy bite.

The sirens were getting louder, now.

“Report sent,” Lewis called, standing up from his crate and stretching, putting his hands on the small of his back before throwing that purple blazer back on. He strode over, “We should get moving before the local authorities move in.”

Jalana held up a candy bar to him in offering.

“You do know League protocol states that food has to undergo interdimensional tachyon-chem analysis before it can be consumed by League members, right?” Lewis arched an eyebrow.

“It’s nougat,” said Jalana.

Lewis gave her a shrewd frown, then took the candy bar. “Let’s move.”

———

“So… there’s no me in your universe, but there is a Jimmy,” said Clark, looking up at the hologram.

The Spider Lady nodded. “My Jimmy was brilliant. He figured out what was happening to us before anyone else. He tried to warn us, but everyone called him crazy, it cost him his job at the Planet… but I believed him. And I left with him, because I knew working at the Planet wasn’t going to stop what was happening.” The image changed to the mustachioed Jimmy apparently showing Lois a diagram of something that looked very close to that oversized ‘toastmaster’ gun she was carrying. No, the Spider Lady—she hadn’t bleached her hair then.

“The ongoing chaos of having all of these monsters and technology dropped into our world left our home a cesspool of crime and exploitation. If we were going to have any hope of saving our world, we would need to build an empire. Find the means to control what was coming in and going out,” The image changed to both the Other Jimmy and Lois both holding toastmasters, firing into what looked like a rival gang of criminals. Several henchmen exploded into bright bursts of light and then blackened, smoking skeletons, before the rest of their opponents put their hands up and tossed their own guns and weapons on the ground, some of them even going so far as to drop to a knee in submission. Clark looked sharply over at the Spider Lady.

“What?” said the Spider Lady, “Of course we killed people! Do you think we got to where we are without killing people?!”

Clark said nothing, but felt a little sick. Granted, this destruction wasn’t on the scale he had seen in the archival footage of evil versions of himself, but even if they weren’t his Lois and Jimmy, the idea of them killing without hesitation was disturbing.

“It was my initial idea to start using the new creatures and technology pouring into our universe to protect it, but Jimmy was always the one figuring out how to make that happen.” The image changed to Jimmy in a lab coat talking to Lois, her hair growing out, while some kind of gargoyle-beetle-like being was strapped to a table in the background, soundlessly roaring and thrashing against its bonds. Jimmy was extracting something from a bottle with a syringe as he talked. “The parts were there, he was just putting them together,” Clark murmured.

“That’s… what he was always saying,” the Spider Lady said, her voice distant, before she seemed to catch and compose herself again.

The projection changed again, this time of a much more competent-looking Intergang crowding around the Other Jimmy jovially. Rough House slapping the Other Jimmy on the back and Mist was admiringly running his hands over his own toastmaster as he chatted with a smiling Spider Lady. “It wasn’t all killing, obviously. We made alliances, shared and consolidated resources.” A petite girl with familiarly wild silver hair swept into the frame of the projection, whipped her arms around the Other Jimmy and kissed him full on the mouth, which he responded to first with mild surprise, then enthusiasm, dipping her as he returned the kiss.

“Was that—?” Clark started.

“I don’t have time to explain all the nuances between our universes,” the Spider Lady said with a hand wave and an eye roll.

Then there was another image of Lois extending a hand and electrocuting a bald man with that spider bracelet on her wrist. “Obviously we still had our share of big fish to fry, though.”

I guess that’s why the guard mentioned the bracelet… Clark thought.

The projection shifted to an image of the Spider Lady sitting in what had previously the bald man’s chair, her hair bleached and styled in the way it was now, the Other Jimmy perched on the edge of the desk in front of her, fiddling with a device that Clark realized was the same device the Spider Lady had been using to repeatedly scan Scoops. “I was the face and he was the hands,” said the Spider Lady, “He was a brilliant tinkerer, a charming negotiator, my most loyal enforcer… and my best friend.”

“…was,” All of the past-tense was finally hitting Clark.

“Yes,” the Spider Lady said softly. She drew a long breath in and the projection shifted again, this time displaying the other Jimmy standing between a visibly displeased Spider Lady and the Leader Lois of the League of Lois Lanes, he was talking, attempting to mediate. “It was Jimmy who made first contact with the League,” she scoffed, as the projection of herself begrudgingly shook hands with the Leader Lois, “Initially, they wanted to shut our whole organization down. But it turned out we were uniquely positioned for a mutually beneficial relationship. For a while, at least.” “But then something happened,” said Clark.

“We had the power we needed. We had the materials we needed. Finally, after so much fighting and sacrifice, and horror, we could turn our efforts towards saving our world. At this point, we had a well-established a team of scientists that we were initially using both for tracking interdimensional rifts, and for analyzing the objects and organisms that came through. With new intel from the League… which… may have taken some initiative on our end to acquire… we figured out a way to seal up the rifts. The League had the means the whole time, and they didn’t think to offer them to us. Why do you think that is?” The projection changed to Jimmy and a group of scientists standing in front of what looked like massive Tesla coils. “It took a massive amount of time and research, but we built the infrastructure for it.” In the projection, a portal opened and several League of Lois members entered the scene. “The League tried to stop us—they needed our world to be a dumping site, a cesspool for the stability of the multiverse. There was a fight… Something went wrong, Jimmy had to shut the whole thing down to stop it from tearing our world apart but—” her voice suddenly went tense and brittle, “There was a blast and—He died. In my arms. Scared, and in pain. But not before figuring out that what would save us all was in another universe. The blast of energy from that machine, what ended up killing him, also gave him a vision. He saw himself, in another universe, building a machine that could save us.”

“So you don’t… need me to save your universe,” said Clark, slowly.

“What? No, you don’t get it, Boy Scout!” snapped the Spider Lady, “My reality is coming apart! I don’t need you to—to punch it back together! You can’t stitch up a universe! I need a god!” She held up Scoops to him as if it should be obvious.

Clark stared at her for a few seconds. “And… this god.. is… Scoops.”

She stuffed Scoops back into the satchel and kept walking. “It will be.”

Clark stared after her for a few beats. She seemed to be moving forward whether he was with her or not. He glanced back down at the wet sheen around his shoes. She had the remote, that burn-hole projector. If he stayed here, he’d be stuck here, handcuffed and wearing an inhibitor collar. He didn’t want to think too hard about the concept of Jimmy dead in another universe. The way her voice shifted talking about him… it was hard not to be affected by it. No, scratch that, he was definitely being affected by it, because he knew how his Lois sounded when she was stuffing down an unbearable weight or pain. It was hard not to let that natural flare of, ‘I have to fix this, let me help you’ overwhelm his judgment and his actions. This wasn’t his Lois—but also did that really matter? Yes, it does, Clark, because she electrocuted you and shot you with a laser, he thought very sternly to himself. But maybe there was another way to figure this out. She was a Lois, right? It would have to just be about getting another angle.

“For the record, I’m not following you because I’m helping you,” said Clark, following behind the Spider Lady.

“Is that so?” said the Spider Lady.

“Listen, I’m… really sorry about what happened to your universe, and your Jimmy, I really am. I—I couldn’t imagine.”

“No. You couldn’t,” she said, walking forward.

I mean I kind of can, Clark thought grimly. “But there had to be other ways of saving it rather than just accumulating power for yourself,” he paused, “There has to be other ways of saving it other than whatever you plan on doing with the parasite suit.”

The Spider Lady abruptly stopped walking. “Parasite suit?”

“You said a major problem was weapons flowing into your world—that suit is a weapon, I don’t really see how another weapon is going to help. How do you know it’s not going to make things worse—? Oop—” Clark went on, caught up in his own thoughts, until he bumped into her from the back and stopped. “Do you see what I’m saying?”

“Did you just call it a parasite suit?” The Spider Lady squinted at him over her shoulder.

“Yeah! It sucks the life out of stuff! Or electrical power! Any energy, really,”

“But you said it was Ivo’s suit,” said the Spider Lady.

“Yeah. Ivo’s Parasite suit,” Clark said blankly.

“Your Ivo is the Parasite?!” The Spider Lady swung around to look at him, furiously.

“Is he… not supposed to be?” said Clark.

“The Parasite is supposed to be a janitor!” exclaimed the Spider Lady.

“That sounds a little classist,” said Clark, doubtfully.

“No, your Ivo can’t be the Parasite, he’s supposed to—you said he made AmazoTech!”

“The AmazoTech Parasite suit?” Clark tilted his head, “It’s just… branding.”

“No, in multiple universes, there have been emergences of a being known as ‘Amazo,’ created by Doctor Anthony Ivo,” the Spider Lady was explaining this to him like it was something very obvious that a child could easily grasp, “This being can decimate armies, absorb the powers of its opponents, duplicate weapons, and comprehend and adapt to its surroundings with utterly limitless potential. It won’t be a god here, but with everything I’ve amassed in my universe, it will be powerful enough to save us.”

“Absorb the—“ Clark blinked.

"But if your Ivo is the Parasite…” she pressed a knuckle to to those too-red lips, “But if it still absorbs power—No—it can still work. I can still figure this out.” She suddenly pulled Scoops out of her bag. “You—you’re the key…” She pressed Scoops to her forehead. “I know Jimmy was right. He was right about everything else. He’ll be right about this.”

Clark said nothing. He wasn’t sure whether the fact that the Spider Lady seemed completely insane was in his favor or against him.

Stepping out of what the Spider Lady had called ‘Backstage’ was like being jolted out of a semi-lucid dream. He and the Spider Lady had been walking, then there was another burn hole, then all at once the world was too defined, too solid around them both. You stumbled out like there was one last step at the bottom of the stairs that you forgot was there, the floor beneath you jouncing up from your foot to your whole body and all the world slammed back into existence.

Clark had expected to have to adjust his eyes to the rush of daylight but he found they were in a somewhat dim, easy-to-adjust-to area, with most of the daylight blocked out by dark green tent canvas. As Clark pivoted to look around, he was caught off-guard by his own surprise at where they were.

The Parasite husk loomed overhead. Dust and smoke from the city, and even the light of a winter sun had dulled the purple of the empty shell, and it was seemingly in bondage itself, with ladders and scaffolding wrapping around it, where several figures in hazmat suits were fussing over the joints of the legs, or trying to take plasma cutters to it. The city of Metropolis was still trying to figure out how to safely deconstruct it without possibly reactivating it or having it jack in to the city’s power grid again, or worse, having it suck the life out of one of the officers or scientists around here. As it stood, people had been complaining for weeks that it was ‘creepy’ and multiple local businesses voiced concerns about the damage it might cause if it toppled over—and with Metropolis’s winter weather, that could be awfully soon if it got hit by a blizzard. Clark was a little embarrassed that Superman hadn’t flown it out of the city to somewhere safer and more isolated, but also he wasn’t sure how suspicious that would look, or even if it was really safe to pick up, and he didn’t really want to pull an ‘out of sight out of mind’ kind of attitude with something that had so much dangerous potential. So it was stuck here, with a major street in Metropolis’s commercial district pretty much completely shut down, being poked at by people who didn’t know what to do with it any more than Clark did. The dark green tents had been set up around the base to protect some of the officers and researchers from the weather, and a cherry picker towered alongside the husk to look at it from angles one couldn’t get from the scaffolding.

“Stop right there!” A voice called and both of them stopped and looked over at the source of the voice.

“This area is under investigation by the SCU,” said a police officer in a black-visored helmet that completely obscured his face, “I don’t know how you two got in here, but you’re going to have to leave the premises immediately.”

Clark was aware of the SCU, at least as a concept at this point. The task force had been assembled in the wake of the Parasite Kaiju incident and was still getting its footing, though it looked to Clark that the city had pretty much written them a blank check. Ronnie Troupe had actually written an excellent article questioning the lack of limits outlined in the group’s charter, and how that lack of clear jurisdictional limits could a slippery slope for Metropolis as a whole, which had earned several angry letters to the editor asserting that ‘Metropolis PD can’t get caught up in red tape when there’s an alien shooting lasers from his eyes flying around.’ Now Clark was just staring into that gleaming black visor, not really sure of what to say.

“I—um… I have a press pass?” said Clark. It was his day off. He did not have a press pass. He was wondering how long it would take for this officer to glance down and notice the handcuffs, but also he was blessed-slash-cursed with being head-bonking-on-doorways tall, so people tended to be distracted by his height before anything.

The SCU officer studied him for a second. “…is that a collar?” he asked before electrical sparks suddenly started flying. Clark instinctively flinched before realizing with some surprise that he was not the one being shocked. The Spider Lady had clawed a pale hand to the SCU officer’s back and his chest jerked forward as his arms flinched and flailed, bolts of electricity coursing over his body, before she pulled her hand back and he dropped like a bag of rocks. Clark looked from the unconscious SCU officer to the Spider Lady, horrified.

“It’s on a non-lethal setting,” said the Spider Lady.

“Are you sure!?” said Clark.

But she ignored him as she swung the Toastmaster around and fired several shots into the air to get everyone’s attention.

“If you value your lives, I suggest you all leave immediately,” she announced calmly and clearly.

“I’m not with her—Gah!” Clark started before getting shocked by the collar again. The shock reignited the pain in his jaw from getting hit by the gun earlier, and it occurred to Clark just how much his powers weren’t just invulnerability allowing him to survive hits no human should survive, but the ability to bounce back from those hits. Sure, Lois was right about the whole ‘discombobulated and overwhelmed’ thing, but there was also a resilience and an ability to re-orient himself that Superman had and Clark, in this inhibitor collar, very much did not. The pain stacked now, shocks on pistol-whips on laser blasts, and Clark dropped to the ground, shoulders shaking.

“Boy Scout, just shut up and let me work,” said the Spider Lady, firing another toastmaster blast at the cherry picker’s boom. With a screech of metal the narrow neck of the machine instantly folded in on itself, the thankfully-empty platform basket toppling and crashing against the machine’s base. “Get away from the Parasite!” she shouted, "NOW!”

The hazmat-suited workers were looking down from their respective levels of scaffolding, the ‘freeze’ instinct kicking in rather than ‘flee.’ Two more SCU officers were rushing the Spider Lady, one of them drawing his sidearm. Clark remembered the hologram, the rival criminals rushing the Spider Lady and her universe’s version of Jimmy. They’re not laying down enough cover fire and they're at too close a range, Clark realized.

“Wait, don’t—!” Clark tried to warn them, his head still swimming from the shock, trying to push back up to his feet. The Spider Lady pivoted to see them and didn’t hesitate—the second that gun came into view, she fired, and all that fancy limitless-budget SCU armor only gave the officer enough protection for several milliseconds of agonized screaming before he was reduced to a wretched-smelling burnt pile of blackened bones and melted carbon-polymer alloy on the ground. The other officer stopped dead in his tracks, looking at the remains of his partner. “N-no…” Clark was pale and shaking. Superman could have stopped that. Superman could have saved him, but he wasn’t Superman right now.

“I already told you, Boy Scout,” she said, rushing forward, clamping her bracelet hand on the shoulder of the remaining, shell-shocked SCU officer, turning to nothing but a thin silhouette of black as blinding electrical sparks flew. When the light died down, she let the SCU officer drop to the ground, smoking, groaning, and unconscious—but alive. “Do you really think I got to this point without killing anyone?”

Clark struggled to his feet again as he watched the hazmat-suited scientists scramble down the Parasite’s scaffolding in a panic, some of them jumping from a story up and grunting and rolling into a sprint as the Spider Lady calmly walked through the rush of bodies, slowly ascending the scaffolding herself.

At least they’re getting away, thought Clark, before his eyes fell on that bone-and-polymer pile and he had to suppress a gag. Then his head jerked back to the Spider Lady—she had reached the level of scaffolding just at the suit’s heart, where not too long ago, Clark had pierced through to yank Anthony Ivo out of the whole structure. The hole was still there. She stood in front of it, then pulled scoops from her satchel.

“You don’t have to do this!” Clark yelled up to her, not really sure what he was trying to prevent. A weapon? A god? The parasite suit all over again? His best friend’s drone being jammed into the heart of a monster’s body? The Spider Lady didn’t even look at him. She placed Scoops into the gap where Ivo had once been with all the gentleness of a mother putting a baby into its crib. There was nothing, at first. Dead silence. The Spider Lady still stood there, staring into the hole, staring at Scoops, perfectly still. Clark blinked. Even with all the power of Superman at his disposal, he was used to situations escalating and escalating, and collapsing into chaos. The relief he felt in his chest at nothing happening here was an odd, sickly feeling. Sure, the Spider Lady was still a threat between her toastmaster and the collar she had put on him, but at least that whole ‘Amazo’ thing she had been talking about wasn’t happening.

So I guess she really was crazy—I mean, of course she was crazy. Scoops, some kind of robot god? There’s no way that could have—

The entire, hulking shape of the parasite husk suddenly threw its head up and made a horrific screeching noise. An animalistic, synthetic roar that was unlike anything it had made when it had Ivo piloting it. Clark winced at the sound, but looked back up to see the Spider Lady silhouetted against a great orange light. Scoops was burning at the husk’s heart and all of a sudden, the massive body started buckling inward, plate by plate warping and impacting, crushing in and in and in. The entire structure was converging on Scoops, that heart, that hole blazing white, metal superheating to red, to orange, to yellow, smoke and fumes filling the air. And suddenly there was the sensation of a vacuum, the air itself being sucked in from around Clark, rushing toward the parasite shell, now a vaguely bipedal shape but had heavily shrunk and warped from what it previously, and was blinding in its brightness. Clark squinted in the blazing light, doing his best to cover his mouth and nose with his forearm with cuffed hands. A rush of hot air blasted back his hair and jacket, and he heard a rattle and groan of metal and alarm prickled through him. The scaffolding—

“LOIS!” he yelled. He knew she wasn’t his Lois, he knew that. He knew she shot him with a laser, and hit him with the gun, and electrocuted him more times than he cared to count. He knew she just killed someone right in front of him. But the scaffolding was coming down, and she was on the scaffolding, and he couldn’t fly. He lowered his arms from his face slightly, squinting in the rushing wind and dust and heat and brightness, maybe if he got a visual bead on her, he could position herself under her, cushion her fall and maybe not get crushed by the collapsing scaffolding himself, but then there was a massive shockwave of heat and sound and dust and light, and Clark stumbled back, shielding his face as the scaffolding collapsed.

Clark coughed in the settling dust and forced himself to look, eyes desperately flicking around for a body with bleached white hair, before his sight finally shifted upward.

A humanoid shape was slowly hovering to earth in front of him, carrying the Spider Lady bridal-style. She looked down at Clark with an imperious smile of ‘I told you so,’ one arm slung languidly over the humanoid’s shoulders, the other still holding the strap of her toastmaster, the gun dangling at the level of the humanoid’s legs. Clark recognized the plating of the android’s shoulders and head. It was the parasite suit… or it had been, a few moments earlier. It was noticeably sleeker, the hole in its chest had closed up, and its horn-like forehead crest had apparently split down the middle and warped to the sides of the head, almost taking on the appearance of horns, or pointed ears. The purple of the parasite husk had burned away and oxidized to a nacreous, oily dark gold, with ripples of green and orange when it caught the light at the right angle. The Spider Lady gently let herself down from the android’s arms, re-shouldered her toastmaster, and smoothed her skirt.

“…Amazo?” said Clark, looking from her to the android.

“Mm-hm,” she beamed at the android and it sent a chill down Clark’s spine. His Lois looked at him like that.

Clark gave a glance first to the two remaining unconscious SCU officers, then back to that pile of bones and melted polymer armor, now smudged around from the force of the vacuum and shockwaves of Amazo’s transformation. “And… you’re going to go save your universe with… this Amazo?” You’re going to leave? he thought hopefully, You’re not going to hurt anyone else here?

“Yes,” she said, visibly the most relaxed she had been the whole time he had seen her. And then she added, almost as an afterthought, “Oh, and we’re going to destroy the League of Lois Lanes. Obviously.”

“Ah,” Clark was suddenly very, very tired.

The android’s arm suddenly jerked forward and seized Clark by the throat, hauling him up off his feet, legs kicking and dangling.

“But we can’t do it without you, Boy Scout,” said the Spider Lady.

#my adventures with superman #clois

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hello!! Im hoping to participate in the dream interpretation game :)

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Idrk how to describe this except it takes place at either my childhood hometown or my childhood home. The common factor that I've noticed all these dreams have is that there wont be much light. Its usually very dark. There will be familiar ppl but they looks very unfamiliar. And sometimes i see shadows in the dark. The whole place looks old and decaying and there wont be much stores or anything else (when in reality the town has a lot of stores) and the dream never takes place in the morning like in the dream its always nighttime or dusk.

Its not just a single dream. Its like a series of dreams but it always takes place in the town i grew up in (we dont live there anymore) and i always wake up feeling nervous or scared. Sometimes they're nightmares

Why i decided to ask about this-

I've been having similar dreams for a while and its really messing with me. Im honestly curious to know whether these have a meaning or not. I dont really remember much of my childhood because of some personal reasons but um thinking about our old home just gives me a feeling of uneasiness. I dont think i had such a great time in there either but no matter how hard I've been trying to remember i just couldn't and i don't know if my mind is just trying to tell me something through these dreams.

I understand if you wouldn't like to answer but I'd really appreciate if you did. Thank you so much :D

Hello! It's not a game, it's something like a "support-thing" that I am going to keep open basically always (or as often as I can). And yeah I will answer to everyone (I may just need some time more depending on my free time and how I feel), so no worries. ;)

You know, while I was reading about your dream I had exactly the sensation your unconscious mind is really trying to make you realize/work on something about your childhood. And in the explanation at the end, you basically said it yourself.

I think there's something you need to heal/work on (even not alone, if you feel like it's too much to bear with) to free yourself from this uneasiness and those dreams. You don't have to remember the exact event that happened (maybe it was a bunch of things that simply mixed up in a certain way in your mind, it happens): at time we force ourselves to remember something but we don't really need to know that to start healing; plus, it will probably come to you naturally the moment you will be ready to confront it (your unconscious mind will know it, dw). You can start working on your feelings about it already. What type of feelings are you experiencing (eg. why you feel unease just thinking about your hometown -try to not overstress too much if you cannot get that immediately: let it go if you don't find an answer and try maybe in a month or two- and how does it feel in your body? Is it a sensation in your guts? Or throat? Somewhere else?), how these feelings move in your body, what meaning do you give to them... and: are these dreams related to specific triggers you get during the day or in recent days before the dreams take place? Or are they just random? You can start by slowly noticing these factors (just please again do not stress on them or you will get the opposite result of blocking yourself even more... go slow). And, whenever you can, even if it seems so tough, accept your feelings and welcome them, without trying to push them away too fast: this in general will only make them rot inside. It's hard to do this cause it feels really uncomfortable and scary, but... you can survive that. and again, do it with someone else if you cannot alone. I think it could be good to keep a diary about the dreams and the possible triggers in your waking life, so you can see if they happen under specific times/emotional situations or just when there's a need to confront a specific feeling. and even journaling baout your feelings in general... it could help you put them on paper and give you a different perspective or process them more easily (you don't have to make good sentences, just write whatever you feel like and move from past to present as you like.. it will make sense in a second moment).

Coming to the dreams. Usually dark surroundings/nighttime dreams are the ones that carry the "heaviest" and more stressful messages. They are usually about triggers or situations that are rooted inside of us and may even come from our childhood, not just our more recent "bigger" fears/worries. And nightmares do generally share this same background as well: in the end, darkness is also what hides stuff and makes us uncomfortable, more hypervigilant and easily scared (especially our inner child: many -also adults- need a light to sleep for this reason too). Darkness is also where, inside of us, we hide the feelings/memories that scare us and we find hard to confront (opposite to shading a light on them, to welcome them and heal -which ofc, it's not always easy: everything has its time anyway. Sometimes some things need to stay in the dark for a lot before we're ready to bring them to light, work on them and heal... but at time sI think dreams can help us in this too).

This said, as for your specific dream, I think you're asked to recall about something you lost (maybe related to the love-field, even self love) or something that brought you a deep pain. You may have felt betrayed by someone living in your town or they hurt you somehow, which made you lose trust in them and this made you feel in some specific ways too, like angry or frustrated or sad.. or guilty cause you felt judged by them in a way that was too much to bear with. I think this could indeed be related with a trigger or even just mentioning someone that reminded you of this heavy emotional fact. But it could be something else of this kind ofc... this type of dreams are not very easy to grasp from the outside. I also think your dream wants you to notice that that's the past, and even if you may have not noticed it entirely, you are grown from it and you can let it go. You have already changed (and you can change even more) and you can stop letting it hurt you. Cause this is just blocking you from reaching something in your present life (especially connections/relationships-wise)... I think it's time for you to confront that, even just the words "some personal reasons" you mentioned to me (I mean, you can try to slowly confront those personal reasons and how you feel about them to start with).

But in the end, I feel like this stressful situation from your past (and even that you are trying to remember but not succeeding, which is adding stress and worry) is doing most of the job. Try to find ways to be more in control of your emotions and analyze things with calm and objectivity. And compassion, patience and love for yourself and however you coped with this trauma (you did as you could and did great anyway). Take your time. Again if it's too much, you can ask for help to someone else... even if you feel like you cannot for whatever reason (even from your past... communication issues? Idk I'm just guessing here tbh).

Take care, best of lucks<3

#sorry it got long #.#dreams interpretations #dreams

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cherryflavoredfruitloops · 8 months

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TLDR: i have stockholm syndrome for 2020

i miss 2020. a lot. and its kind of weird, because you only really remember the bad parts. quarantine, home-schooling, covid, ect. but then there are the points where you actually had a good time. so, in this essay i will tell you about positive highlights in 2020. (strictly highlights for me!!!)

2020 was the year i discovered dead meat. if you dont know, dead meat is an awesome horror centric youtube channel, run by james a. janisse. on their, you will find kill counts and their podcast! plus, supercuts made off of the kill counts. i actually remember my first ever dead meat video! it was the banana splits one. i revisit that one every now and again. i kind of remember how i found them. i was on my parents bed since the charging cord for my computer at the time wasnt long enough to reach my bed, i had my head phones plugged in and was watching gacha videos since i was really deep into those. it was a sunny day since it was nearing the end of the year, and i had it on auto play. so, they were the next video. i thought james' was entertaining, so i kept watching. and after watching the entirety of the banana splits one, youtube recommended another one. so, slowly, i worked my way through a bunch of his videos. and i basically became a horror junkie because of dead meat!

2020 was the year food theory was started. i love matpat's content, but i was only interested in game and film theory if it was a movie i watched, or was a game i watched a playthrough of or played myself. when food theory came around, i fell in love! im not quite sure why, but food conspiracies were more interesting then film or game ones. plus, the theory ideas were completely wack! they were questions, that, at some point, we all had. (most of them. im looking at you, koolaid thanos theory.) like the tootsie pop one, what makes a sandwich a sandwich, stuff like that!

in 2020, everyone was a little funky, so nobody could really make fun of each other. well, they could, but they looked weird too, so it was kind of hard to take them serious. this actually somebody off of tiktok's view, but it's true, so i included it.

similar to the last point, everyone was cringe. you cant deny you were a little cringey back then. whether you wore bunny hats and called yourself arson, or you wrote shitty fanfiction on wattpad (me), you were somewhat cringe.

2020 had the best drama. as referenced in my eridan post, i love drama. (as long as it doesn't involve me!) jefree star, shane dawson, dream, ect. it was all so interesting, because every day you would wake up, and see that another person got canceled, and youd always wonder what they got canceled for.

2020 music was kind of peak, ngl. people like to hate something they loved when it gets popular for one reason or another. for example, have you ever seen those comments on tally hall videos complaining about how people only know them through tiktok? yeah those. it honestly isnt bad if you find music through tiktok or not. as long as you enjoy the song and arent gatekeeping. anyways! 2020 had penelope scott, melanie martinez, ect., the music was good, the artists made good music, and it was so easy to just listen to music and let reality wash away.

now this point is like my first 2, in 2020, i got really into fanfic culture. i hadn't really read fanfiction before, so reading through it and seeing a sea of conflicting writing styles and stories that were so fast paced it felt like reading them 3x was like entering a different realm. i actually started with FnF fanfic. my main ship to read was bf x pico. and i realize now that its probably because i like lovers to enemies to friends to lovers. and since i was deep into danganronpa, i dabbled in fanfic for that. actually, my first exposure to ao3 (my go to fanfic site) was through kokichis day at the zoo and kokichis day at the waterpark. kind of a shitty way to be introduced, between just those two fics, you have beastiality, rape, and necrophilia.

2020 was the year i got my leopard geckos, kelly and angel. i got them from my aunt because she was supposed to move to hawai'i for her job, but that didnt happen. 1 is albino and the other is a regular spotted one. i dont have much more to add.

so, there are all my reasons for having stockholm syndrome towards 2020.

#2020 #essentially just an essay #essay #opinion paper #dead meat #james a janisse #matpat #food theory

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Twisted Wonderland Matchup: Ace Trappola

Warnings: Fluff, slight bullying at the beginning.

@justm3di0cr3 Request: OK so I read the rules and pls tell me if I go against any of them since I assure you that will be unintentional if I do-anyways hi again! I'm gonna ask about you again cuz I don't expect you to reply too soon since it may take a while.

Down to business, I want to request a romantic twisted wonderland Match up if it's alr.

I don't prefer explaining my apperence online for religious and personal reasons so I'll just lower it down to personality.

I'm quite a bubbly person that says some messed up stuff sometimes. Quite the big extrovert with trust issues and lack of self esteem. If it counts then I'm fairly intelligent and top of my grade. I like helping out my friends but I'm competitive and can be jealous- I'm labeled as the class child and therapist. I value privacy and honesty and loyalty and stubbornness are my most noticeable traits. I won't consider myself athletic but I'm not entirely out of shape either. I enjoy the great outdoors and rather spend time around friends and family then being alone. I enjoy reading fantasy or mystety novels. Plus I tend to be considered creative. I have weird mood swings and like Fairplay. I'm also considered well mannered and obedient by my teachers as well as being a quick learner. I don't know what else to say really. I hate studying and I'm sassy, sometimes funny and whitty?? I can switch form being formal to informal within seconds depending upon who I'm with. I'm more of the leader type in the group rather than the follower. Fast worker too ig. Oh and slightly aggressive when mad. I just feel emotions on high intensity-

Nothing else to say so have a good day!

After going through the description provided, I believe that you best pair well with Ace Trappola!

That’s quite all right if you don’t want to disclose your appearances! Ace totally understands. Besides, when he first meets you, it’s not like he’ll care too much about your appearance anyway. In fact, regardless of how good you look, what clothes you wear, or how you carry yourself, he’s going to make fun of you anyway. (Seriously, you better look out when you first meet him, Ace isn’t one to pull back on his punches when he has his sights on a new target).

Thankfully, that’s just the first meeting—and way before he gets to know the real you. Your extroverted personality and your competitive nature is what intrigues Ace. While he may think of you as a target, eventually, he realizes that you are so much more than what you appear.

For starters, you definitely are one of the smarter people he knows. (Yes, this is a dig at Deuce and no, he doesn’t feel bad about that). At this point in your relationship, he might still think of you as a means to an end. He’s a slacker and likes to take the easy way out. Can you blame him if he asks for help for homework, but ends up copying everything word for word? Or, if he were to skip out on his classes that he always asks you for notes? It’s just the way of the world, ya know? You’re smart and he’s lazy, so what?

Ohhhhh… Never mind. You don’t like studying. Ahhhh, looks like he’ll have to take advantage of you another way.

His terrible ways of befriending you only increases when he realizes just how much you like helping your friends. Don’t worry, he’ll eventually stop. It’ll take a lot, but when he sees just how angry you can get… Oh boy… He’s not one to be afraid of people who lash out when angry, but consider him scared (and in awe) of your aggression. Remind him to never get on your bad side ever again.

Ace’s respect for you grows exponentially when he sees you take charge. He’s not much of a follower himself, but as a student of Night Raven College, even he has to admit that not everyone can be veritable leaders. As your relationship grows, he’ll slowly realize that he’ll follow you most everywhere. If you do fail in the future, whether it be on a school project or serious matters, know that he’ll always have your back.

Sometimes, Ace will make fun of you for being such a teacher’s pet, but it’s all in great fun. It’s not like the teasing from before, this time he wants to make you laugh.

Speaking of which, if you sass him back during arguments or if he says something mildly offensive, he will be the one laughing. He’s still not sure if it’s because your quick wit is surprising or if he truly adores how you make him feel, but he can’t deny that the mirth he expresses is genuine. You make him want to be more honest around you—and around others too! (Please don’t ever tell Deuce that he thinks that he’s a good friend despite the fact that he never shows it).

On the other hand, sometimes it’s not your quick wit and humor that makes Ace laugh. Sometimes, it’s the things you say that are either way out of context that'll go over people’s heads or the fact that you say the most messed up things. Add the whiplash he can get from listening to you talk to your closest friends and then doing a heel-face turn to an upperclassman or a professor, and it’s a recipe for disaster for Ace. Try as he might, his attempt at playing the cool, unaffected freshman is no more. He will utterly break down into inconsolable giggles and it’s going to be all your fault.

(Yes, he’ll blame you, but on the inside, he’s eagerly waiting the next time he’ll get to be with you).

(Is this the point where Ace realizes that he’s fallen for you? Possibly. But like how most things go with Night Raven College students, he’ll never admit it).

Eventually, though, when one of you confesses (it’s not Ace, it’s not gonna be Ace, but if you go first, he will tease you for it while blushing and stuttering on the inside), he’ll make sure that the dates the both of you on are amazing and memorable! Go take him out to enjoy the great outdoors! He’s more of a city boy at heart, but he’ll appreciate you teaching him the ropes for how to survive in the wild—it’ll come in handy during certain school events. However, sometimes, Ace will host dates with you that are easygoing and soft. Sometimes, you’ll hang out at a cafe where you can enjoy good food and drinks while laughing over stupid videos that you watch on your phones. Other times, you'll spend rainy days inside snuggled on the couch together.

Either way, when you’re together like this, Ace hopes that you enjoy being together like this.

Because… When Ace falls for someone, he falls hard. He loves your loyalty and stubbornness. He loves your quick wit and humor. But most of all, he loves that you’re his.

Overall, you’ve landed yourself a person who may be rough around the edges, but once you get to know him, you’ll realize that the both of you can bring out the best in each other. With him, he’ll raise you up and support you in whatever you wish to do.

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browneyes-issac · 2 years

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Memphis pt 4: The table

Frankie Morales x f!reader

Warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!! 18+ ONLY,PLEASE!!

Smuuttttt!! ( kinda light descriptive? 🤔 I think that's a good way to describe it without giving too much away.. 🤷‍♀️ )

AN: some of you probably guessed how this was gonna go with how I ended pt 3.😆🤭 Also this is my first descriptive smut writing, so be gentle please!! 🤣🙈

ok so I picture reader as a plus size lady, because I am. But you can still picture her as yourself completely.. It's just one little detail I'm throwing in about her because ya know the writer sees their selves in their stories a little bit sometimes. 😆💞

I feel like I got way into detail with this.. But hey, that is how I explain literally anything, so why would spicy time not be in there too... 😆🤷‍♀️

Thank youuu infinitely to @stxrrylunatic and @supernaturalgirl20 for reading through this for me and letting me ramble on about it in dms, lol. 🤣 Love youuu bunches!! 💞😘

Some keynotes/translations: When there is words in this font and have (") it is internal thoughts. When it is the font by itself it's me describing what the setting looks like, more in depth of what's going in their head, stuff like that. 😊

All translation is from Spanish. I just went to Google and asked what it was in Spanish, lol. If I got it wrong shot me an ask or a DM. 🤗💞

mierda - shit

mi corazon - my heart ( I swear this was something else when I was writing, but I don't remember.. 😆 I do like how my heart sounds so I'm keeping it.. 💞 )

cariño - sweetheart

Dios mío, cariño - my god, sweetheart

Summary: What happened after Frankie caught you after you threw flour at him? 🤔👀

Memphis masterlist

Main masterlist

So this gif.. Is so so sooo out of context and doesn't even go with the story in anyway... 🤣 But the an after reading, I will explain why I chose it.. 😆🤭

It all happen so fast and perfectly slow at the same time.

You were the first one to crash your lips to his, he was about to beat you to it, but the eagerness to know what his lips felt like took over.. You couldn't wait any longer. Wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into you while grinning so big and mischievous.

Frankie groaned but laughed when you did. Because he's felt the same way since that first day and you were absolutely adorable with how you are so eager.

He instantly wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to him. After a few seconds of that, he walks you back to the dinning table. Lifts you up onto it while never breaking the kiss. You yelp because he picked you up. Never expected a man to do so because you've always thought you were too heavy to do so. He grins while leaning his forehead against yours so you both can catch your breath for a few.

" mierda.. I wanted to that when I helped you into your car at breakfast, cariño.. " he said while grinning and running his hands up and down your thighs, back up your sides.

You moaned so softly but at perfect volume for him to hear and make his cock twitch with excitement. Him touching you like he is sends shivers up your spin and all the way to your core, causing another rush of arousal to coat your walls and your dress.

" fuck, I did too. But I was too nervous to do so. God I've been thinking about this ever since, all day and night. Frankie kiss me more, please. " he doesn't have to be told twice, he cuts you off mid saying please.

The moan you let out when he instantly guids his tongue into your mouth is so unholy but Frankie swallows it and gruts with you while he is inching closer to you, same with you with pulling him closer with your legs.

This round of making out lasts for a good 5 minutes before Frankie breaks it and says; " Y/N, mi corazon, may I take your dress off so I can see more and.. " he doesn't finish what he says, he just guides his hand slowly up your thigh inches from your core.. Then looks up to you with such lustful eyes and smirks at you.

You just watch him so intently with redding cheeks and an evil grin creeping up on your lips.. " Oh Frankie. Yes, a million times yes. " you whine to him while leaning your head back from the shiver that caused.

He helps you off the table to take your dress off. Slowly turns you around while feather light touching your skin causing endlessly more goosebumps to appear on your skin.. And giving you little kisses all along your skin, nipping at his favorite parts of you. Once he pools the dress around your feet he turns you back around.

" Dios mío, cariño. You are more gorgeous then I ever imagined. I don't think I'll ever get enough of you or seeing you. " he says while leaning down to your neck to leave kisses while talking. Which causes you to blush a bit, but whimper at those words because it's him and he said it so sexy. And the feeling of his kisses is thrown into the mix of the cause too, of course.

You tilt your head to the side to give him more access to your neck while you start on his shirt.. After it's unbutton, you shimmy it off him while running your hands over his Greek god like golden skin. Next his pants, he helps you do that because he's getting more eager now.. You instantly see the tent in his boxers. Which cause you to grin so evil and cause another rush of arousal to your core. You don't even think twice, start palming him to tease a bit. He stops you and says;

Well he grunts and rest his forehead on yours because that took the breath out of him, then speaks..

" baby, i want to taste you first then we can do whatever you want. " the damn precious smirk on his face after he says that causes your heart to swell 100x bigger, " oh my god, I think I love this man he's so precious.. " you think to yourself.

You pull him into a hot steamy kiss. You both are devouring each other in the most sweet and hot way.. Tongues dancing so perfectly together.. Little nips of each other's bottom lips hear and there.. Swallowing each other's noises you make for each other because you are so so in need to be the closest you can be to one another.

Frankie starts kissing down your neck leaving small bite marks that will be gone by morning, well most of them. He tends to get carried away on some spots.. He makes his way to your breast. He looks up at you through his eye lashes with that damn smirk of his that you are absolutely smitten about already. Then... He starts leaving little kisses all over the plump flesh, slowly getting more hungry with his kissing.. After a little bit of that.. He latches on and sucks, lightly bits. Just absolutely devouring your breast. After he is satisfied he kisses a trail to your other one and does the same exact thing.

As soon as he starts being more hungry with his kisses you're hands fly to his curls. Fingers intertwined with them perfectly, pulling and scratching so heavenly. Pulls such a sinfully delicious growl from him that you feel in your soul and it goes straight to your cunt, making you buck your hips to relive some pressure and arch a bit to push yourself into him more because it feels so sinfully amazing. You are a whippering moaning mess the whole time. Never knew that a man kissing and everything your breast would turn you on so much. But you are absolutely never gonna get enough of it because Frankie is a God at it with that tongue and mouth of his..

Frankie starts kissing down your belly. Giggles start coming from you like crazy because he's kissing so lightly and his facial hair is tickling a lot more then it should right now. Damn senses are on edge in the most beautiful way. It causes Frankie to stop and asking if you're alright.

" cariño, are you alright? " he says with a chuckle. He is completely tangled around you. Arms wrapped around your waist/back, lightly massaging and scratching your back. His chin resting on your tummy so adorable like.

" yes, baby. Just my senses are very on edge because of everything, so you kissing my tummy and your mustache tickled.. " you say while caressing his cheek with one hand and smoothing his hair/running your fingers through his hair which causes him to lean into yout palm and let out a soft hum. After a few seconds you say; " you may proceed my love. "

Frankie has that evil smirk again. You absolutely catch it and it makes you whimper, back arching off the table as you call out his name. Once again sending sparks down to your core. " I swear I am already making a mess and he hasn't even touched me there yet. " you think to yourself when you feel yourself getting even more wet..

He puts delicate kisses on your center and thighs. Then untangles his arms, but of course caressing your sides as he moves down to your legs to spread them open for himself. When he gets to your knees he kisses both then slowly moves them apart. Kisses up the inside of your legs, when he gets to the inside of your thighs ( both times) he bites, licks the delicious pain away that then causes some marks that only you and him will know about as they heal.

When he is biting and licking those spots, the moan that escapes you is so loud but very appreciative it should be illegal. And causes your hands to shoot to his hair again to tug to tell him that you love what he's doing and your back to arch so much that you almost sit all the way back up.

And then...

To be continued... 👀💞🤭

AN after reading : what the gif means-- when I start writing out anything, I put all the usual stuff before ya start a fic, so I don't have to really mess with it besides writing out what is needed.. And that includes a gif. I just chose a random one, was going to change it after I was done writing this.. But after I thought about it, I wanted to be a dork and leave that one.. 😆😆 So the inspo/theme for that is you know how people always compare sex to anything western.. That is purely the tie I made with the gif and what happened in this part... 😆🤭

I hope you liked this part!! 💞🤗 I had so so much fun writing this part!! 🥰

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salmonidos · 1 year

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Personal spiritual rambles and introspection ahead

Hm. Weaving nets

Imma put in bold what I think is most relevant from my word vomit.

Last reading I got said something about this and in first instance I didn't understand. Not sure I do still but curious I got specifically that card, I am so new to all this small things like those never fail to surprise me and I go all like "oh shit ok this is happening" fjslssjdlckdl. I thought it meant like making contacts with people which I'm not discarding but it felt a bit off at that time. Work with Loki went from chill to scary real fast but the scary is not about Loki, it's about me being scared of change I'm sure. Yet it's so rewarding. A lot is going on yet I think it's the perfect moment for me to get serious with this. I think he was patient at first because he knew how difficult it was going to be for me to kickstart it. Or perhaps he was waiting for me to take the step of properly asking... not leaving it as an uncommitted maybe. And now I have committed.

So, we did harsh truths once, and it was hard and it stang deep but overall was for the better, now we're onto second harsh truth I am struggling to see I think? Doesn't help my memory is shitty af and tunes out what I learn... Or perhaps I don't want to see it, perhaps I am avoiding it, perhaps I should just write it down when I think about it yes? I might start carrying a small journal with me... or just post it here. I do tend to get this weird head pressure when there's something I can't see yet, as if my brain was hiding info from me. I think I'm slowly getting closer to figure out something useful. I mean, I have been doing stuff useful for my personal growth, I think I am too impatient too. Change doesn't always come quick and sudden, but I always seem to want it that way.

I think my general failure to see the bigger picture keeps me bound to small details which in the end makes me lose sight of the rest of interconnected things... making a single knot bigger than it should be, bearing more weight than it should, in a net that should be balanced - or at least I want it to be, a bit more. There's a lot of strain... That is one thing. So I am working on my perfectionism but I think that's not exactly the issue, rather like, hyperfocus, overworry; is one of the things. I'm too caught up with what's familiar to me and struggle accepting the new. Ohh. Struggling to accept and implement changes, to see myself differently... There we go. Back to that square? I guess it makes sense if I have been taking refuge in familiarity all my life. Ok but, back to that square in some areas. I have made progress with change in others.

I gotta think about rewiring my brain, way of thinking, concept of self and how I see and interact with the world around me. I do struggle with connecting to the external world and get too caught up with myself (autism related isolation and social difficulty plus trauma are fun!/s) but my brain net as I'm picturing (?) is old and weary and barely handles the weight of the current circumstances. It is unbalanced and what worked back then doesn't work nowadays. Self-isolation, freezing and avoiding isn't it and there's a lot of things I react to this way that should be worked on and changed. Rather that I should work on and change, nobody else will do that for me lmao.

Change doesn't come through sudden epiphany most of the time. Sometimes it does! but it's extremely situational dependent. And even so you can go back to familiarity pretty easily. Something becomes familiar and automatic through repetition... so picking one thing to do differently and repeat may help. And nets, interconnected. Okay. So changing one small thing through repetition consistently may cause changes in other areas. Like that's how people do it right?

I think I might get another reading soon. Perhaps today or sometime this upcoming week since I have more free time. It might be useful.

Okay writing about this helped I think, new viewpoint. Now I gotta decide on how I'll apply this... and not leave it just at thought.

#p #spiritual rambles #rants #lokean #dl #tl

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thegoblinboy · 1 year

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The Mysterious Art Of Coping - part 5

Part 1|part 2|part 3|part 4

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05. more than life

"ɪ ꜰɪʟʟ ᴍʏ ʟᴜɴɢꜱ 'ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ'ꜱ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏɴᴄʀᴇᴛᴇ, ɪ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏᴅ, ᴇᴠᴇɴ ʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴍᴇ, ɪ ɢʀɪɴᴅ ᴍʏ ᴛᴇᴇᴛʜ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘ 'ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ʙᴀᴅ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍꜱ, ᴛʀʏ ᴛᴏ ʟɪᴠᴇ ᴍʏ ʟɪꜰᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴇᴄꜱᴛᴀꜱʏ'ꜱ ɪɴꜱɪᴅᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴅᴀᴍɴ, ɪ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀᴋᴇ ᴜᴘ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ɪ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴀ ᴋɴɪꜰᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛʀɪɴɢꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄʜ ᴍᴇ, ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴅᴀʏ'ꜱ ᴘᴀꜱꜱɪɴɢ, ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ'ꜱ ʟᴀᴜɢʜɪɴɢ, ᴊ.ꜰ.ᴋ., ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ꜰɪɴᴅ ᴍʏ ʙʀᴀɪɴꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋꜱᴇᴀᴛ, ɪ'ᴍ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴜᴘ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴛᴏʀɴ ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ ʙᴜᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ɪ'ᴅ ᴅɪᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ᴅɪᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ, ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏᴍᴏʀʀᴏᴡ, ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏɴɪɢʜᴛ, ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ᴅɪᴇ

ɪ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ, ɪ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ʟɪꜰᴇ"

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- Notes before reading

- I made sure to start reading a article about the AIDS pandemic. It wasn't named HIV until '86 and it was called the 4H disease as it mostly hit Homosexuals, heroin users, hemophiliacs, and Haitians. It was also most commonly called the "Gay Plague" as the public turned it into a religion thing saying it was 'Gods' will against the gays. This will be referenced in the chapter by Wayne, though he won't be using the name Gay Plague but rather the 4H disease which Eddie will correct as HIV.

- Hephaestion was a very very good friend of Alexander the Great (who if you didn't know was a king of Ancient Greek kingdom of Macdeon. He used his power to spread out through Asia and Egypt and conquered many places in the process. He had been the first successful of spreading his kingdom that far and is questioned to be gay) and was the lead commander of Alexander's army. It's speculated that they were closer then just friends because of how close they were. When Hephaestion died Alexander was still planning stuff for his memorials 8 months after until his own death.

When Eddie wakes up he feels a lot better then what he had. Rubbing his eyes he sits up letting the blanket fall off from him as he takes a few minutes to fully process his surroundings. The room was dark and gray due to his black out curtains. Immediately he begins to pop his back and stretches his legs out. Even though he didn't sleep on his stomach like he normally does he would definitely consider that one of the best sleeps he's had in a long time. In the process of moving he starts to stand up, hearing a few other bones pop. Moving his hands above his head and reaching up to the sky as far as he could and moving on his toes with a yawn he's slowly starting to wake up. The room was still too dark to really see anything plus with his blurry eyes and foggy mind he doesn't see Steve sleeping on the floor.

On the way to the bathroom he trips and yelps very loudly as he falls on top of Steve with all of his body weight. Feeling the air mattress bounce a little as he hears Steve grunting out a little. Probably unable to make any other noise as the air was pretty much knocked out of him. Before Eddie can get up to turn on the light, Wayne is standing in the doorway beating him to it. Flicking the switch and Eddie groans loudly as he moves a hand up to cover his eyes with the back of his ring infested hand. Even more impressed to realize none of them fell off in his sleep. That and how fast Wayne had probably moved when hearing him fall on Steve. He was pretty sure the other would've had to have been asleep.

Though now that he was fully awake the past few days Wayne had seemed a tad bit more jumpier with him. Whether he dropped something in his room or if he accidentally stubbed his toe Wayne and been there checking up on the boy. He feels a tad guilty about waking him up once again over something stupid like falling on top of Steve.

"What the hell is going on in here?" Wayne's gruff voice speaks out as his eyes flicker between the two. Furrowing his eyebrows in confusion. That confusion changing to a "ah shit" expression that Eddie is quick to recognize. He even sees the others face go a little red and it doesn't take a genius to piece together what Wayne Munson was thinking.

Steve's head moves and he begins to stretch his neck back off the bed a little to look up at the older man. Still very much not awake, though he would be soon because Wayne Munson was scaring the shit out of him. What would the older man think with his nephew currently on top of him like this? Even his oblivious ass knew what the other was currently thinking.

The older man's eyes meet Eddie's first with a questioning look and Eddie's quick to mouth, "no it's not like that." Back before Wayne could come up with anymore ideas on his own. Or worse start ranting about if they were going to be having sex they will be doing it when he's not under the roof. Then that rant would turn into a long and descriptive conversation on how they should be way more careful with the current pandemic happening. Then last but not least he would fall into a horrible sex talk about how lube is their important best friend. Though the two relatives aren't the ones to start talking, Steve is.

"Eddie just fucking ultimate warriored my ass into the air mattress." Steve states. Just with that sentence he's weezing a little and sounding out of breathe. The flushed boy on top of him is quick to move off from him to then only fall off the side of it. Landing onto the floor with a thud. Now on his back the longer haired boy groans, while Steve gasps for air trying to catch his breathe. Rolling on his side a little to hold himself as he slowly recovers and refills his lungs.

Eddie scrambles up now sitting up on the floor looking up at his very embarrassed Uncle who was sure that the two boys were lying to him. There was no way something wasn't going on. I mean look at Steve, he was currently wearing Eddie's Hellfire shirt for Christs sake.

"I didn't realize he spent the night and I tripped over the mattress when I was trying to go to the bathroom." Eddie rambles out as his face goes a little pink as Wayne pauses taking the situation in processing that the two really weren't lying to him. He pauses for a few seconds before barking out into laughter. Shaking his head as he moves walking back down the hallway and to his room. Not bothering to say anything else as Steve begins to chuckle himself. A faint door closing coming from the hallway.

"Dude that's like the third time you've pinned me to something. You sure you don't have some weird obsession with me man?" Steve asks in a teasing tone starting to recover from the whole situation. His back was facing Eddie so he didn't catch onto how his face goes pink, or the way he suddenly looks a little panicked and anxious at the others words.

"God no, why would I have... why would I even be obsessed with you?" Eddie blushes even more as he attempts to stutter out words without making it sound weird. He fails a little bit as Steve turns his body to look over at him with furrowed eyebrows, confusion written all over his face. Eddies scrambling to get up as it goes silent for a few seconds as neither boy speak. The flustered one is walking to the bathroom when he catches a glimpse of his Hellfire shirt. On Steve the fucking king Harrington. This was a opportunity that he couldn't miss. No matter how flustered and embarrassed he was.

"Oh my! Is that my hellfire shirt on the Kings back?" He grins as he successfully changes the subject. Moving towards Steve as if he was prey, causing the other to squirm in his spot and to toss the blanket over himself to try and attempt to hide the others shirt from the other. But Eddie's tossing himself on the bed again not caring about personal space. His hands moving to strip the blankets off from the other, finding success as Steve's trying to keep them on him spewing out words that weren't really making sense to Eddie. The second they entered his ears they were out the other as his eyes looked the rambling boy up and down.

"My my my. Am I the Hephaestion to your Alexander the Great?" He asks in a teasing tone. Watching the others face scrunch up in confusion only causing Eddie to grin more. Steve was currently underneath him wearing his shirt, why would he not take this moment and take a mental image of this. Deciding to keep the Alexander the Great reference to himself, not wanting to share it with poor Stevie in the other room. Before he could go into a even more teasing fit he hears a soft knock on the front door and he's back up and moving to his front door. Seeing the sun poking in from the other windows, furrowing his eyebrows as he doesn't know what time it is. He probably should have checked the time before opening the door.

When he opens the door he sees Argyle standing there by himself this time. Wearing one of the most ugliest hawaiin shirts hes ever seen. Like with anyone else he deals to he starts to check their surroundings. Not wanting anyone to come in and catching the deal going down. Or to be caught by some stupid undercover cop. After looking around at the other trailers his eyes finally land on the van. He has to poke his head over the other boys shoulder a bit better to really see the vehicle. Then he has to continue to squint his eyes to see who was in the van. What he sees doesn't surprise him, Jonathan was currently sitting in the front passenger side with his arms crossed. Obviously still upset about the last time he encountered Eddie.

He faintly catches the head of Will and Mike in the back and he's raising his eyebrow again as he drags Argyle into the trailer. Slamming the door behind him. Steve is up and walking out of his bedroom now, which causes Argyles whole demeanor to change. A questionable look in his eyes as Eddie's rolling his eyes more.

"Did you go get the stuff?" He asks as Argyle nods his head dumbly and pulls out a huge bag of weed from the inside part of his Hawaiian shirt. Eddie's quick to take it from him with a slight relief as his ringed fingers move the bag over to make sure that he wasn't cheated out. He also moves to open the bag and smell it, wanting to make sure that the dealer didn't attempt to put oregano or something stupid that looked like weed to cheat him out. After going through it he sees it's all good and he's looking at Argyle with a grin.

Argyle grins back as he nods his head, "I've done a few deals in my time. The first back was filled with oregano I think. Definitely wasn't weed man. The guy really thought I was to high to notice. But I got it for you, and he told me to tell you that the next one you need to go up yourself." Argyles rambling out proudly as Eddie shakes his head with a grin. Steve hasn't said anything in the corner but Eddie doesn't care what he thinks. It's not like he was his house wife or something.

He shoved the bag in his pocket, and it barely could fit so he goes with holding it. He looks back out the window and at the van as his face goes serious. "I may have sold to younger kids in the past, but after Chrissy I don't want any kid sibling anywhere near my deals. Especially Mike Wheeler and Will Byers." He says seriously.

Steve's watching this whole encounter and he feels out of place. That and Eddie seemed to be a whole different person when it came to dealing. His eyes moving over to Argyle who he's only talked to a few times but knows he's one of the hugest stoners around. From what he understood the male could go through that entire bag of weed within a few sessions. Crossing his arms awkwardly he pretends that he's not out of place. That he wasn't currently standing in Eddie Munson's living room wearing one of his shirts while watching him have a drug deal basically.

Argyle gets a little nervous as he nods his head. "Sorry man, the kids wanted to go to some movie and refused to get out of the van until we took them." He apologizes before adding. "Though next time we won't bring them. Quick question though, will you ever sell to Jonathan?" He asks. The question throws Steve off who was unaware that Eddie was refusing to sell to Byers. Which was a little weird as you would think he would be willing to sell to anyone just as long as they didn't turn him in. Though he's catching onto the fact that the drug dealer was a lot different from those horrible movies.

He refused to sell to children, he refused to sell to Jonathan for some reason and he didn't seem to be the type to go after knee caps if something went wrong. Biting his lip he asks, speaking for the first time sense Argyle got there. "Why won't you sell to Byers?" He asks curiously. Furrowing his eyebrows a little confused. Personally he didn't like the boy all that much but he wasn't going to go out of his way to refuse to do anything with or for him. They were in the same shit bath now, they mind as well as clean each other's back if they could.

"You remember? He's a total fucking creep. I seen those photos of Nancy on the pavement after you ripped them up and smashed his camera. I don't want all nerds to have that sort of representation. Hellfire is fucked as is, the second someone sees me around the pervert of Hawkins I'm officially going from the freakish murderer to the freakish murderer who condones peeping toms and perverts." Eddie rambles out talking with his hands taking the subject very seriously.

Steve makes a 'that's fair' face before he allows them to go back to what they were doing. The rest of the deal just consisted of Argyle buying some off from him and Eddie taking the money and measuring it out, putting it in the bag and sending him on his way. Of course after answering his question with a soft maybe. Argyle didn't seem to upset about that but both Eddie and Steve were fully aware that Jonathan wasn't going to be to pleased by the news.

The second the door is closed Steve's questioning the other. "Shouldn't you know? Stop doing that shit? I mean aren't the cops paying closer attention to you now after the whole van situation?" He asks with furrowed eyebrows. Eddie just shrugs as he's working on cleaning up his mess and taking care of the measuring scale that he pulled out from the little cabinet near him.

"Wait wait." Steve rushes out as Eddie looks up a little startled. Though very confused when the other stops him. He wasn't sure why Steve Harrington would stop him from taking care of his weed. If anything he thought the other would be forcing him to take care of it. He stops his movement anyway as he sets the bag on the table as he tangled his fingers together, spreading his knees out a little bit as he looks up at the other through his bangs. Unsure what the others intentions were.

Though it's quick to snap inside his brain when he sees Steve fighting for his wallet to pull out a twenty. Eddies grin doesn't leave his face as he starts to giggle and claps his hands excitedly. Standing up on the couch for no reason as he wats his finger at Steve like he was a dog who did something wrong. "My my my. What do I have here. The royal highness buying weed from yours truly. Every time I think I have you paved out you surprise me once again Steve Harrington." He rambles out. Only to grin more at the others obvious eye role.

"Just take it Munson, or else I'll go find someone else to buy weed off from." Steve says trying to sound annoyed. Though really he was just very confused. His brain felt like tv static whenever Eddie started to talk to him in the weird way he did. "And stop taking to me like that! You keep talking in that weird way and I can never understand what the fuck you are saying." He huffs out to only make another noise or complaint when he catches onto the others laughter. How his head tilts back and his hands clap together. The way he starts to loose balance and nearly fall off the couch as if Steve just said the funniest shit he's ever heard.

"Well one way or another you'd still be buying weed off from me. Where do you think everyone else gets their weed Stevie boy? Whether people in this town like it or not, I run the Weed that comes in and out." He grins more. The boy didn't make sense in his head at all and Steve just furrows his eyebrows as Eddie adds, "who do you think took over the drug dealing when Reefer Rick went to jail." He bows as if he was royal and that was something that everyone should be proud of.

"Though you my kind sir, don't need to pay me anything. It's on the house. I owe you my life, and my life is only worth living because of Weed. So I'll give you a months supply-" he grins as he doesn't bother measuring just pouring it in a baggie for the other and zipping it up and throwing it at the other. Steve fumbles with it, nearly dropping it as he starts to argue with the other. Of course King Steve would be the only one to argue over free drugs. That thought alone made Eddie smirk amused.

"No Eddie, I will not take this much weed without paying something. It's not like I don't have the money." Steve says pulling another twenty out and putting it on the table with the other twenty.

Eddies rolling his eyes amused, normally people are trying to get the price lowered not higher so this was just a little ironic to him. "Alright you got me sold big boy, for a limited time only. Im putting green twenty's in with the green stuff." He says with a grin snatching the others bag back and shoving the bills in. Crinkling them in the process.

"Eddie." Steve complains with as he takes the bag back trying to shove the money back into the others hands. "You can't just be handing out weed for free. Doesn't that like hurt the business?" He questions. Which sure it did but Eddie knew he could handle it. He would make up for the money in the left over painkillers he had.

"Yes I'm sure. Besides if you really don't want it for free you can smoke it with me. I'm a handful when I'm stoned so that will be the price of getting free weed." He says calmly as he continues to refuse to take the bills.

"Eddie I really can't take this for free, I don't like being that guy-" before Steve can finish arguing with the other the front door is opening and the both of them are jumping up in alert as both of them were aware that Wayne was currently in the other room sleeping. Steve shoved his bag in the waist band of his pants the best he could, covering it with his shirt. Eddie snatched the bigger bag and shoved it behind him inside the couch. The only spot he could really hide it.

Though they both relax when they see that it's only Robin and Max. "Jesus Christ, scared the shit out of the both of us." Steve curses as he relaxes. Standing in his spot for a second before he's moving to grab his shoes and moving to sit next to Eddie. Both their knees touching with small the furniture was. Moving forward slipping his shoes on and then tying them carefully.

"I'm ready to go when you are Steve. My parents are probably ready to kill me so be prepared for a couple of single shifts by yourself." She chuckles a little. Max doesn't say anything as she sniffs the air a little scrunching her nose up.

"Is that weed I'm smelling?" She asks causing the two boys to tense up once again. Of course she was going to figure it out. Max was a very smart girl why wouldn't she figure it out. Eddie groans as he grabs the bag and tosses it on his table wiping his face with his palms a little as he didn't like the fact that a fucking fifteen year old caught the weed smell before the twenty year old next to her. Robins eyes grow wide as she's never seen that much weed in her life. Better yet she's never seen weed in her life so she was just a tad shocked.

Eddie catches the expression, he could always tell when there was a baby stoner waiting to happen. "Oh Robin. Have you never smoked before?" He asks curiously. Though from her facial expressions it was obvious she hadn't, she was easier to read then a book. Steve's looking at her curiously as he wasn't sure himself.

"I mean, I've been high before. Back at star-court with Steve where I um... yeah." She coughs awkwardly towards the end but Steve seems to understand what she's talking about. This is only making Eddie more curious. Already he was making plans of getting Robin stoned. There was no way that she wasn't going to be fun to be high with. He's only wearing a shit ass grin, as if he didn't have a total melt down the day before. Though truth be told it was a lot easier to feel okay when he was around these dorks.

He licks his lips as he does that thing with his finger once again. Wagging it at Robin as he looks up at her with sparkling eyes. "You and I are totally going to get stoned one of these days wether you like it or not." He hums as he winks at her a little bit. He hopes she's catching onto what he's trying to discreetly do though she seems very lost at the wink. He's probably going to have to explain it to her later but for now he simply states. "The Rocky Horror Show is totally screaming out name." And the light bulb seems to be going off in her head as she makes a oh face. For a second he thought Steve was catching onto what they were saying before his facial expression changes back to confusion.

Max is to as she looks between everyone. "Can I come over and watch it too?" She asks curious as Robin looks down at her with a smile. Eddie felt a little flustered and embarrassed but he knew that Max knew that he liked boys. He nearly forgot but right now was his reminder that she knew and that she didn't care.

"Well Robin and I are going to be smoking when we watch it, but you can chill out today if you want and watch it. I have like three copy's of it on my own plus the one I just rented because I broke two of mine and can't find the third." He rambles out as Max pouts a little.

"I've been around people who smoke before. It's nothing new to me. My mom even smokes." She says crossing her arms with a huff. Rolling her eyes a bit as Eddie can't help but laugh a little.

"Max, it's nothing personal. Robin and I have never really hanged out by ourselves before. Stevie boy won't even be here." Eddie explains and that's causing the boy next to him perk up a little.

"I'm not." Steve says and Robins getting awkward. Though Eddie is thriving as he turns his head a little getting closer to the other and patting his shoulder sympathetically.

"It's okay big boy. You and I already have plans on smoking together anyway. I think you can miss out on one session." He giggles a little. Though he felt like he had just kicked a puppy because Steve looks a little pouty about not being included. It seems like Eddie and Robin were doing damage control at this point as Robin starts to talk.

"Don't worry Steve, you won't be missing much. Unless you want to watch Tim Curry in fishnets." She explains and Eddie swears the boys face goes redder then anything he's ever seen before. The grin on his face not disappearing as Steve grumbles a bit but doesn't continue the topic as he stands up stretching a little. The pops going up his spine make Eddie cringe, not really enjoying the noise all that much.

"Well I guess I'll be waiting in the car." He grumbles a little as he walks out of the trailer causing Robin to start laughing out loud.

"Sorry he's not used to me being invited to places with out him. We're like connected to the hip at this point. That and it includes weed, he gets pouty whenever it includes smoking and he's not invited." She laughs. Though Eddie looks amused as he shakes his head amused.

"He's one strange boy." He laughs before waving goodbye to her as she walks out the front door and leaves him and Max alone. He gets a little awkward and starts to rub his arms a little bit before he's moving to hide his weed in his room. Not saying much, just going to grab the movie like he had promised the younger. He doesn't catch onto how she follows along until it's a little to late. He nearly tackles her when he turns around not hearing her moving along with him.

"Oh my god! Is that the guitar Dustin was talking about?" Max asks seeming really excited about it too. Eddie chuckles as she watches her move over to where it was hanging above his dresser now. Watching her move a finger to touch it curiously.

"Yep, the one and only baby I have in my life." He grins as he moves over max to grab the arm of it pulling it down as he looks a little awkward for a second when he looks around the room. "Here try her out." He smiles as he sets the instrument in her arms carefully and putting the strap around her shoulders so she didn't drop it. Watching her mess around with the strings a little with a smile. She seems to be just as happy about touching the instrument.

"How the fuck do you play anything on this?" She asks furrowing her eyebrows when she try's to move her fingers on the arms like she seen in those concert videos. Though she isn't making any cool noise. Of course the instrument wasn't hooked up to the amp so it was just a little difficult to really make any cool noises.

"Here hold on." Eddie says as he stumbles a bit finding the right cord and pushing it into the guitar before moving to his amp getting it set up before turning it on. And immediately the sound of Max playing the guitar fills the room. It definitely isn't pretty but Eddie doesn't mind. You have to start off somewhere. He moves forward as he begins to show her how to play a few notes. And she's following like a pro. A happy smile on her face as she does.

Sure he doesn't let just anyone touch his instrument, but he thinks Max is the best prodigy he has at the moment. Dustin was to annoying to teach and the others he didn't know all that well to really care for. He bites his lip as they both listen to the guitar play the tune he was teaching her. Both of them filled with excitement when she actually got it. He's hopping up and down clapping his hands as he laughs happily.

"Look at you. Soon Max the great fire ball will be playing Metallica solos better then me." He grins as he watches the girl get really giddy and happy. She does it again and again and neither of them get tired of the tune. Though once her fingers start to hurt he helps her get the instrument off and hooks it back up to the wall.

"It's okay, you might have some blisters from playing so much but that only shows you earned the respect from the guitar my little red headed friend." He talks happily as he moves back to his amp clicking it off. Once again not catching Max moving around in his room. Sure he didn't really care, but he didn't know if he had left anything rated R out.

"Oh my god you have a skateboard!" Max says still just as excited about being here. The older boy didn't understand how she preferred to hang out with him right now over any of her other friends. But that was probably a conversation for another day. He turns his head looking at the corner where he knows he left a dust invested board. A skull on the other side. He wasn't really able to learn how to use it. Sure he taught himself how to play guitar by ear and then Dnd but the skateboard was a lot more physical for him.

"Yeah, you can have it if you want. I don't know how to use it and it's been sitting there for a few years now." He laughs as Max's eyes grow wide with excitement. Before a idea clicks into her brain.

"I can teach you! It's really easy once you learn how to move your feet properly." She says as she picks up the board as if it was her long lost friend. Eddie shakes his head amused as he shrugs. Why the hell not, it wouldn't hurt him to learn how to do something he's been procrastinating to learn for years.

"Okay... but I get to keep teaching you how to play the guitar in payment for my lessons." He says crossing his arms over his chest. Treating this like it was some serious deal he was about to make. Though it doesn't seem to be all that difficult to convince the girl to allow him to keep teaching her as she nods her head.

"Hell yeah, now let's go. I can show you a few tricks outside." She says excitedly as she grabs his hand without thought and starts to drag him to the front door. Though before she can get him out of it he's freezing in his tracks and looking out side. Seeing the amount of people outside cooking, or just sitting on their porch. It scares him and raises his anxiety as he backs up like the light was going to burn him if he attempted to leave the dark.

"Max I don't think that's a good idea." He says softly as he flinches and starts to shake a little from the amount of anxiety that just filled him from just the idea of going outside right now. The girl looks confused before seeing what he was and turns back to him still holding his hand tightly.

"Fuck them Eddie. Let me reach you how to skate board." She pleads. At any other point he would have given in to her. It was difficult to say no to the girl that probably saved him and the rest of the world by risking her own life in the process. But he remembered that just her being seen with him was a risk for her. So he shakes his head no again and pulls her back into the cabin causing her to stumble. Closing the door behind them with a click. He only hopes that no one out there seen him with her right now. That's all he needed. To be accused of abusing a child.

"Max, I think we are going to have to wait for that. After last week I don't think it's a good idea that people see us together. I don't want you getting hurt again and there's some sick fucks who'll call the cops saying I'm doing stuff to you that I'm not suppose to. From their view Im some murderer who not only got away with it but also preys off from younger kids with DnD." He rambles out. This slowly starts to click in her mind and she groans stomping her feet to the couch clearly upset.

He rubs a hand over his face before he leaves the room for a second to only return with the Rocky Horror Show and pushes it into the machine starting the movie. Sitting next to her the entire time feeling horrible that he couldn't go outside with the other like a normal teenager.

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It's later that night and Max had gone home a while ago. Leaving Eddie by himself once again. Sure he didn't like the idea but he didn't want to force the other to stay with him. He felt bad as is. The anxiety of looking around in the shadows freaked him out his eyes playing tricks on him the second he gave them a chance to. He hears his Uncle start moving around around Five o'clock and he relaxes a bit. Being reminded that he wasn't home alone right now. He sighs watching the movie before he hears his uncle get up and go into the shower.

Though the older man proceeds to come out and see that Eddie was up. He looks like he's about to start some awkward conversation and Eddie was already tensing up. Though he looks at the other anyway having that much respect for him as he moves forward and pauses the movie before he's sitting back into the couch fiddling with his thumbs a bit.

"I know we haven't really had to discuss who you are sexually into but I was thinking and I thought maybe we could talk a little. I don't know what you are with Steve but I know that you're going to find someone someday and I just wanted to ask you to be very careful. With that 4H disease or whatever it's called going around I don't want to lose you. I almost lost you a couple of months ago and I don't want to have to go through that again." He rambles out his arm moving as he talks and his other hand going to the back of his neck.

"Well what I'm asking is if you could possibly wait on sleeping with anyone. Just until it gets safer and until something comes out to make sure everything is good." He rambles out his face going a little pink and Eddie's stomach drops a little. He blushes as himself and try's to hold back any tears from forming in his eyes.

"Of course Uncle Wayne. I don't plan on sleeping with anyone anytime soon. Though it's now called HIV and they are just starting their first Vaccine trial now. I don't think it's going to go away anytime soon but if I find myself in that situation I'll make sure to be safe as I can." He gulps a little swallowing down any emotion the best he can.

Wayne nods his head as he then continues to ask, "though you and that kid aren't - seeing each other are you?" He asks concerned and Eddie's face goes beat red.

"No! Definitely not. He's the straightest boy there is and I'm not all that interested in him." He rambles out. The last part was a lie but he didn't think he needed to share who he was interested in with Wayne.

Wayne chuckles shaking his head before he's saying. "Okay, I'm glad we could have this talk. I should be back in the morning. Leave a note if you plan on going anywhere." He hums as he grabs his bag and walks out of the trailer to his truck. Though he's coming back in after a second.

"Oh, Hopper did stop by earlier when you boys were sleeping. He said that your van should be back sometime soon and that the town is paying out of pocket to fix it. Even everything that was broken before they touched it." Wayne smirks a little and that was truthfully the best fucking news Eddie has heard all day.

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