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trashyswitch · 4 years

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Silly Gay Fights With Silly Gay Men

Iven and Irin are famous for teasing each other and starting up tickle fights between each other. But most of the time, it's usually Irin tickling Iven because either Irin or Iven are being teasy meanies.

This OC fanfic prompt was given to me by @prince-luci. I hope you enjoy the fanfic! (And for the love of NUGGETS, I hope I got the characters right!)

Irin and Iven are constantly getting into mischief with each other. Whether the silly fights are verbal, physical, teasy, or even unnecessary, the two of them are always being evil with each other. This is especially apparent right now, as Iven sprinted down the hallway with a wobbly smile on his face despite the fear hidden in his voice.

“Irin, I swear!” he shouted to Irin, his green hair flying to the side as he ran.

“Swear? Okay! I solemnly swear to keep on tormenting you with this feather! That’s my swear to you.” Irin told him as he chased him.

“That’s not what I meant, and you know it!” Iven shot back.

“Oh? Then enlighten me: what DID you mean?” Irin asked, crossing his arms with the feather still visible.

“I-STOP IT!” Iven shouted at him in his messy, flustered voice.

“Stop what? Stop tormenting you? Never gonna happen.” Irin said back. “Wanna know why?” Irin asked.

Iven shrunk down a little and looked away slightly. “Don’t say it…”

“Because…”

“I said DON’T SAY IT!” Iven begged.

“You...like it.” Irin replied with a big, devilish smirk on his face.

“...I do not.” Iven argued.

“Oh really?” Irin asked with a smirk and an eyebrow higher than the other to show his sass and amusement.

“I don’t!” Iven argued yet again.

“Suuure...you don’t at all like it when I tease you with the feather…” He commented sarcastically.

“I seriously don’t!” Iven reacted.

“So you wouldn’t like it if I did this:” Irin started twirling the feather in between his fingers as he walked closer to him.

“Nooooo...No. Stay over there!” Iven ordered, a slight wobbly smile showing up on his face as he slowly walked away.

“What if I don’t? What if I just keeeeep walking over?” Irin asked, moving closer and closer to him with the spinning feather.

Iven continued to back away more and more. A small, toothy smile had quickly shown up on his face by then. “I’d p-prefer if you d-didn’t…” Iven replied awkwardly.

Irin giggled into his fingertips. “You say, with a grin on your face.” He teased.

Iven quickly covered up his smile with his hand, and continued to back up a little more. By now, Irin had stopped moving forward and crossed his arms with a smirk. Iven didn’t really understand why he did this, but all he knew at this moment was ‘back up, back up, back up!’.

...That was, until he hit the back wall. It was then that he realized, he may be screwed in more ways than one. Iven desperately tried to hide himself against the wall by curling forward into a turtle position. But, Irin could easily get to his level and get him uncurled. And all it would take was a squeeze…

“NOHOHOHOHO! IRIHIHIHIN!” He yelled, covering up his sides desperately. Irin moved his fingers to Iven’s neck. “NOHOHOT THEHEHE NEHEHECK TOHOHOHOO!” Iven reacted.

Irin knew exactly what he was doing. When his neck scrunched up to protect his vulnerable spine, Irin fluttered the feather under his chin. When Iven felt THAT, he shrieked and flopped onto his left side with his chin tucked into his chest. Now, everything was more open and available!

Irin quickly snuck his hands into the tangled-up arms, and started tickling his belly. “NOOOHOHOHOHO! IRINYOUSUHUHUHUHUCK!” He shouted.

“Suck? You think that I, the Ler out of the both of us, suck at tickling you? Now THAT is rude.” Irin reacted sarcastically as he pulled his arms away from his chest. “Just for that:” Irin pinned his arms above his head. “You get a raspberry.” He declared before she blew a raspberry on his belly.

“NOOOHOHOHAAAAA! STAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAP!” Iven shouted loudly!

“Now why on earth would I stop, when you’re clearly enjoying it?” Irin asked, blowing another raspberry immediately after.

“BEHEHECAHAHAUSE YOHOHOU LOHOHOHOVE MEEEHEHEHE!” He tried.

Irin chuckled to herself. “You’re right. I do love you. And to prove my endless love for you:” Irin blew a HUGE raspberry on his ribs.

“NAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA! IRIIIIIIHIHIHIHIN!” He screamed. “NOOOHOHOHOHOHO!”

“My goodness! I can translate all your words and proudly announce that you want more!” Irin leaned down and blew a raspberry on his side.

“MEEEEHEHEHEHEHEAN! SOHOHOHO MEHEHEHEHAHAHAN!” Iven shouted back.

“Oh! Even MORE raspberries?! If that’s the case, I’m gonna need some help!” Irin declared.

Irin grabbed a mini massager and turned it on. With a huge smirk and a glint of mischief in his eyes, Irin placed the vibrating massager legs onto his belly and ribs.

“NAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! EEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!” Iven screamed helplessly.

“Is this better? Or would you prefer the raspberries instead?” Irin asked.

Iven was too busy laughing to actually answer him. The massager was SO MUCH WORSE than the raspberries! Raspberries and their vibrating abilities made it super ticklish. But the massager vibrating on his ticklish spots CONSTANTLY?! Without a break?! That was sanity-destroying!

“I’ll take that as a ‘I love the massager, but please give me a break!’.” Irin proudly replied to himself before turning off the massager.

It didn’t take long for Iven’s laughter to drop into breathy giggles. Iven was panting like a dog, and interrupting his own breathing with leftover giggles. Despite the interruptions, Iven didn’t mind the occasional giggle fits.

“You okay?” Irin asked.

“You...yooouuu...ahare...e-evihihil…” Iven replied, still tired from the tickles.

“I know. And yooooouuu-” Irin laid down beside him and booped him on the nose. “-are way too ticklish for your own good.” He replied. “Therefore: we’re even!”

Iven went cross-eyed for a moment and whined. How dare he boop his snoot! His snoot is not meant for the boopin’.

“Aww, is Iven being a whiny lee now?” Irin asked.

“Noooooo.” Iven threw his arms in front of his chest in self defense. “Irin, babe, don't you even think about it.” Iven warned.

“Jokes on you Iven: I’ve already thought about it, and I wanna do it!” Irin crawled himself up to Iven and started fluttering the feather on his belly button.

“NOHOHOHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Iven shrieked, trying but failing to push him away.

“Kitchy kitchy kitchy kitchy kooo!” Irin teased. “Who’s got a ticklish button? Whooo’s got a ticklish button?” Irin asked rhetorically. “Does Iven have the ticklish belly button? I think he does!”

“MEHEHEHEANIHIHIE! EHEHEVIHIHIL MOHOHONSTEHEHEHER!” Iven shouted back at him.

Irin paused his tickle attack and took one look at him. “...What did you just call me?”

Iven calmed down rather quickly, but quickly realized his mistake. “I...I didn’t call you anything. I was...just laughing! Just babble. Pointless babble.” Iven tried to cover up.

Irin slipped his arms under Iven’s armpits, and lifted him up. “Ive. What. did you. Call me?” Irin asked.

Iven stared at his boyfriend in pure fear. What in the world was Irin gonna do to him?! Was...was he gonna get him back? Was he gonna get the ultimate tickle attack? Or was he gonna give up and let him go? As much as he wanted Irin to let him go, Iven ALSO wanted him to completely DESTROY him. So: What was he gonna do?

Irin put his feather away, grabbed his massager out again and turned it on. Then, with his left arm holding Iven’s arm above his head, Irin used his right hand to hold the massager and move it around on his belly. On top of THAT, Irin blew raspberries absolutely everywhere he could reach! His hips were raspberried, his ribs were raspberried, even his left side wasn’t left untouched! Irin was completely destroying him. And...Iven didn’t stop him. He just laughed, cackled, squirmed around and babbled through his laughter.

“Which spot tickles more? Your hips?” Irin dug his thumbs into his hips for a few seconds. “Or your belly button?” Irin asked before swirling his finger in his belly button.

Iven shrieked and cackled under his boyfriend. “BOHOHOHOTH AHAHAHARE BAHAHAHAD!” He told him.

“Oh? Are both really that bad, that you can’t choose between the two?” Irin asked.

“YEHEHEHEHES! THEHEHEY’RE BOHOHOHOTH BAHAHAHAHAD!” Iven shouted back.

“Well, looks like I have to tickle both then!” Irin started digging into his hips, AND blew raspberry after raspberry on his belly button.

Irin literally SCREAMED with laughter! Irin was being SUPER unfair!

“Okay! And which spot tickles more? Your armpits?” Irin pinned his arms above his head and scratched his fingers in his pits. “Oooor your ribs?” Irin moved his hands to his ribs and started drumming and squeezing.

Iven squealed and laughed almost identically between the two types of tickle spots! “BREHEHEHEHEHEAK!” Iven begged.

“But which one tickles more?” Irin asked.

“BOHOHOHOTH! THEHEHEHEY BOHOHOHOTH TIHIHIHIHICKLE!” Iven told him.

“Oh! They both tickle? Well if THAT’S the case:” Irin started tickling both armpits at once, and blew raspberries all over his front ribs!

“NAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!” Irin screamed.

Irin kept up the tickling there for a bit longer before moving on. “And now for the GRAND FINALE:” He declared as he flipped him over onto his belly. “Which spot tickles more? Your shoulder blades?” Irin started skittering his fingers right in between his shoulder blades. “Or your lower back?” Irin stopped his right hand and started skittering his left fingers on his lower back, between the end of the ribs and the butt.

Iven’s laughter dropped a bit, but still filled the room. “Thehehehey’re bohohohoth equahahally tihihihicklihihihish!” Iven told him.

“Oooohoho! You know, you could’ve just lied. That way, you could’ve avoided the ultimate punishment!” Irin started spidering his fingers all over his shoulder blades with his right hand, while grabbing the massager and moving it all over his lower back.

Iven completely lost it and fell into a fit of cackles. He couldn’t take much more! It was getting exhausting, but he just couldn’t stop him! It was too adrenaline-inducing and SO FUN! Who WOULDN’T want it to keep going?

Soon though, Irin stopped and let the poor boy breath. Iven was utterly exhausted and super giddy and giggly. Iven curled up onto his side in the fetal position, and lightly kicked his feet as more giggles left his mouth.

“Uuuuh...Did I break you?” Irin asked.

Iven just bursted out laughing even more at the question.

“What? I asked if I broke you, cause I’m worried!” Irin reacted.

“Ihihi knohohohow! Yohohou dihihidn’t breheheheak mehehe. Ihihihi’m ohohohohokahahahahay.” Iven replied.

“Are you sure you’re okay? Cause...you sound like a baby who won’t stop giggling.” Irin told him.

“Cahahahan yohohou blahahame mehehe?!” Iven asked.

“I don’t blame you at all. I’m just making sure I didn’t kill you somehow.” Irin said.

“Yohohou didn’t. Ihi’m alrihight. Thehehe breheathlessness was wohorth ihihit.” Iven admitted.

“See? You DO like it!” Irin reacted.

Iven laughed and blushed more. “Meanie.”

Irin widened his eyes and was taken back. “Hold up...What?”

“I said meanie!” Iven replied proudly.

A huge smirk started growing onto his face as he grew more and more ‘offended’ by his words. “Even after all that...You continue to bad mouth me?” Irin reacted, purely amused.

Iven giggled and stuck his tongue out at him. “Meanie face!” Iven declared.

Irin gasped. “How dare!”

“Evil monster!” Iven added.

“You’re just asking for it!” Irin laughed.

“Irin the evil!” Iven said next.

Irin walked closer to him while cracking his knuckles. “That desperate, huh?”

“ffffFIGHT ME!” Iven shot at him.

Irin slid Iven closer to him and wiggled his fingers tauntingly. “My. Pleasure.”

Iven and Irin are constantly getting into mischief with each other. These silly fights are sometimes unnecessary. But that never means they should chicken out.

#ticklefic #lee!iven #ler!irin #canon gay couple #fluff

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sonofshin · 4 years

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The Gray face is pleased with the result * Dresses the ferret in a sailor outfit*

“HOW DARE YOOOUUU!!”

#Anonymous #doodles #ferret!MA

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tymki · 4 years

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Perseverance - Chapter Fifteen

“Aisling!” Peter runs towards me, hair bedraggled, shoes untied, looking like a complete mess. But on the plus side, he’s actually in a suit. I mean sure, it looks like he just woke up, but still... actually, that’d explain why I didn’t see him at the ceremony… “Hey Pete, what’s up?” He skids to a halt in front of me, panting and clutching his side. Man, those are some heavy bags under his eyes… “… You… okay there…?” “Have you… have you called your family yet?” He pants. “No…?” I frown. “I mean, we were gonna do it soon, but-“ “Give me your phone.” He holds out his hand. Geez, late to my wedding and then so rude. Not that I care, at least he made it here. That reminds me – I’ve barely seen him for, like, the whole of this week… Against my better judgement, I hand my phone over to him. He holds it up to his, presses a few buttons on both of them, then we both wait around. “… So are you actually gonna tell me what’s happening or not?” “I heard from Asriel about a week ago that on wedding days you’re supposed to give the bride and groom a present. So, I worked on something for you. It took me about a week-“ “Did you have any sleep during that time?” “… A little.” He mutters. Yep. Thought as much. “… But anyway, you should look at your phone.” He thrusts it back into my hand. “There should be a new function available when you call someone, though we should probably test it first. Call me.”

Not really knowing what he’s talking about, I look at my phone and select the option to call. Wait, what was that…? There was an option I’d never seen before. A video icon. I press it and I can see Peter’s face on my screen. “Pete, that’s amazing! Is that just for the Underground or…?” “It should work anywhere. Surface or Underground. Just be careful not to-!” I wrap him in a hug. Tears fall from my eyes as I hold him. “Peteeeerrrr!!! Thank you thank you thank yooouuu! Thank you so muuuuuch!” He reaches up and awkwardly pats me on the back. Haha, he loooves meee. “… You’re welcome.” “Hey everyone!” I grin and pull out of the hug, bringing everyone else’s attention onto us. I can see his face flush bright red. “A toast to my awesome brother! He’s so talented and I love him to bits!” The crowd laughs and drinks to the toast. “Aisling nooo…” He tries to wrestle out of my grasp, but I’m too strong. “Heey, what about me?” I hear Asriel complain. “I love both of my brothers! And my hubby Morgan!” I look around, confused. “… Where IS he, anyway?” “Well if he’s not here then probably by the balcony?” Asriel suggests. “I guess you’re right. Thanks again, Pete!” With a grin, I hug him again. “Okay, okay, you made your point and I already said ‘you’re welcome’!” He huffs, letting go and crossing his arms. “Love you, lil dude! Have a shower and a proper night’s sleep, okay?” I ignore his cries of protest and run onto the balcony.

“Hey, sweetie! I got- what’s wrong?” He’s staring out moodily at the view, but when he hears me, he dries his eyes and gives me a weak smile. Someone needs a hug… “Hello, beautiful…” He whispers, hugging me and kissing the top of my head. “It’s just…” He sighs and holds me close. Someone needs some gentle words of encouragement… “Spit it out, already.” “… It turns out that we can’t have kids…” “What?!” I pull back and stare at him in shock. “Why?! H-How did you-“ “Chara told me. It’s probably why they agreed to our marriage to begin with.” But they wouldn’t do that to our kids! Of course they would – it didn’t make a difference when they murdered us… “That bitch…” I whisper. “It’s not bad enough that they basically control our lives, but they’ve got to threaten any future kids too?!” “I’m so sorry, it’s all my fault. I never should have agreed to this-“ “No. Don’t you DARE finish that thought.” I stare him in the eyes… which I then offer a tissue for, before hugging him again. “It’d just be worse if we never got married. I’ve been looking forward to this for so long and it’s been the best day of my life. We’ll just… we’ll just need to be careful, okay? And sure, having human kids down here won’t be a good idea, but we could adopt?” “Do you know any children who are in dire need of being adopted?” He asks with a small laugh. “The only people down here who get adopted are us humans.” I shrug. “But there’s a first time for everything, right?” I grin and hold up my phone. “Speaking of first times-“ “N-Not right now! What if we’re still needed?!” “… What? Oh. No. I’m not talking about THAT… but now that you mention it…” I grin. Aww, he’s so uncomfortable. “Wh-What did you mean…?” “I just talked to Peter. We can do video calls now!” “Seriously?! That’s fantastic!” “So… do you want to call our family?” “Absolutely!” --- We both sit down and hold onto the phone in excited silence, waiting for someone to pick up. We see a mostly black screen on the other side, but we can hear movement. A face appears from the darkness. It’s the first time I’ve seen my Dad in almost thirty years. He’s so… old now. Wrinkly and grey. … But he’s still around, and that’s what’s important. Connor: … Hello? Who’s this? Aisling: Aww, come on Dad. Don’t tell me you all went to sleep early. There weren’t even any resets today! Connor: We didn’t, but [he yawns] it’s four in the morning. [He properly looks at Aisling for the first time in years] Wait, Aisling?! But this is a video call! I thought you couldn’t do these! Aisling: We couldn’t before, but Peter did the impossible again – he fixed it for us as a wedding gift! Spent a week on it, too! Morgan: Wait… Peter did this for us?! As a wedding gift?! Aisling: Hell yeah, he did! He’s awesome! Connor: Bronagh, turn on the light! … Yes, I know it’s the early hours, but come look at our daughter! [He’s tearing up slightly] You’re so beautiful, Aisling! What I wouldn’t give to be there with you… Aisling: Oh gosh… Daaad… you’re gonna make me cry… [Morgan hugs her] Bronagh: Oh my god, Aisling you look incredible! I love the flowers in your hair, that’s a lovely touch! Morgan: They are beautiful, aren’t they? [He smiles down at Aisling and kisses her on the top of her head] Not as beautiful as her, of course… Bronagh: … Morgan?!?! Damn, puberty’s been really kind to both of you. Can’t believe that handsome boy is my son-in-law now. Morgan: [He waves nervously] Hello, Mrs O’Neill… pleased to meet you. It’s easy to see where Aisling gets her beauty from… Bronagh: My, so handsome, polite AND charming! You’ve done very well for yourself, Ash! Aisling: Haha, aww thanks Mum! Bronagh: Now, where IS Isabella? She should see this… Connor: Probably sleeping on the sofa. Let’s go visit her. Morgan: Y-You really don’t have to… Bronagh: Nonsense! It’s her child’s wedding, of course we’re waking her up for it! … Isabella… Izzy… wake up! Look at your son! We’re family now! Yaaay! [Morgan’s eyes widen as he sees his mother for the first time in fifteen years. Just like Aisling, it’s a shock when he sees how grey and wrinkled his parent has become.] Isabella: Miguel…? >Is that you?< Morgan: >Close… I’m his son.< Isabella: [She instantly wakes up and takes the phone away from Bronagh] … Morgan?! You have grown so much! You look just like your father! Morgan: Haha, thank you! I think so too. A beardless Dad with your wavy hair. Isabella: Though he WAS skinnier than you… B&C: Izzy! Morgan: Mama, I don’t need to diet. I’m a good weight, I eat healthily – much more so than I did as a ballerina. At least I’m not starving myself anymore. And I still exercise often. Connor: He’s fine the way he is, Isabella. He doesn’t need to change. Aisling: Damn right, he doesn’t! He’s super-hot! [Morgan blushes slightly and looks away] Isabella: … Apologies, Morgan. I really can’t stop controlling you, can I? Morgan: … You’re better than you were. And I am glad to see you after all of this time. Isabella: Bah, I’m grey now. I’m hideous and old. Morgan: No, you’re not. You’re as beautiful as ever. I don’t care how old you are, or how old you become, that will never change. Bronagh: … Wow. Aisling, you did REALLY well for yourself. Welcome to the family, Morgan Sanchez. Or do you go by a different name now…? Morgan: It’s actually Morgan O’Neill now. And I’m happy to be part of this family too, thank you very much! Isabella: What?! Bronagh: Haha! Pay up, both of you! [Morgan and Aisling both laugh as money is exchanged and grumbling is heard] Aisling: You guys took bets on our names? Connor: Your mother bet that Morgan would change his name to Morgan O’Neill. Isabella bet that you would change your name to Aisling Sanchez. I… bet that you would both become the Sanchez-O’Neills. [He sighs] I’ll win next time… Asriel: Ooo, you guys calling your parents? Aisling: [She looks up at him proudly] Not just a phone call! A video call! You can thank Pete for that – best wedding present ever!!! Connor: Was that Asriel that I heard? Aisling: Yup! Asriel: So, you can actually see them?! Wooow, that’s amazing! Can I see them too?! Morgan: J-Just a second! Everyone, you remember what we said about the… condition of everyone else living down here, right? Bronagh: You mean how they’re all monsters and stuff? Morgan: Exactly. So my best man for this wedding is Asriel… Bronagh: The seven and a half foot tall fluffy goat monster who gives really good hugs? Asriel: Aww, you’ve told them about me already? Aisling: I think, personally, my problem’s been shutting up about you. Anyway – Mum, Dad, Isabella, do you wanna see him? Isabella: I am still having the trouble believing all of this, and perhaps seeing him would help with that. Bronagh: Me too. But yeah, seeing is believing. Aisling: Okay then, here you go! [She hands the phone to Asriel] Asriel: H-Howdy! It’s good to finally see all of you! Wow… I can see you guys in real time! Connor: Well, it definitely sounds like him… Bronagh: Hey, Asriel! You’re a lot… fluffier than I thought you would be. Isabella: White fur and red eyes… are you perhaps an albino? … Also hello. Asriel: Aww, haha thanks everyone! I can’t believe I’m seeing you after all this time! [He frowns and looks at Aisling] Wait, do humans go grey too? Also what’s an albino? Morgan: It’s a birth defect that some animals have. Mama, all boss monsters look like this. And Asriel, humans do go grey. Asriel: I wasn’t sure if that was a film thing or not… Connor: So, you go grey too? Bronagh: I didn’t think that happened with animals with fur. Buuut… then again, you’re not like any animal that I’ve seen before… Asriel: Well we’re different to animals. And my Dad has hair AND fur. It’s grey now but he used to be blonde, just like you Connor! Connor: How do you know that…? Aisling: I showed him my old phone pics from when we went on that beach holiday together. Connor: Oh god, really? That was so long ago… [He sighs] So much has changed since then… Aisling: … Yeah. For all of us. Connor: [He visibly tears up] … I’m so sorry, Ash. I should’ve led you down the aisle. And danced with you- Aisling: Hey, hey, it’s okay Dad! Please don’t cry! I had a great day, and it’s even better now! I get to see you guys! Connor: I guess Asgore took my place? Aisling: Yeah, he kinda did… that’s okay, right? You did say that it was okay… you’re not mad or anything at him, are you? Connor: No, of course not. It makes sense, by this point, he’s actually taken care of you longer than I have. But it’s okay, at least I get to see you in your dress. You look amazing. Aisling: Aww, thank you Dad! You look great for your age too! You all do! Bronagh: Thank you, sweetie! And now we can see you all the time, right? That’d be nice! Seeing you two grow up together, have kids… Morgan: A-Actually, that’s not… Isabella: You ARE having kids, aren’t you? I want to be a grandmother! Morgan: … I can’t do this… [He leaves] Aisling: Morgan! [She hands the phone to Asriel] … Isabella, Mum and Dad… we can’t have kids. We’re thinking of adopting in the future. [She looks over at her brother] Azzy, why don’t you introduce them all to Goat Mum and Dad? Gotta fetch my hubby… see you guys! Asriel: H-Huh? Erm… okay then…

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#Welp #that won't be awkward for Azzy at all #oops #smh ash #you humans are so dramatic #next things are coming out on Valentine's Day #hope you like them!#:3 #undertale #undertale au #undertale perseverance #the lost souls au #lost souls au #tymki

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amwritesitall · 4 years

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Bette or Dot?

Fuck yooouuu

How dare you do this to me? They are both lovely in their own way! Bette sweet and kind while Dot is reserved and has her quick wit.

However, by default I'm picking Bette because Dot lowkey scares me because she might not like me 👉🏻👈🏻

#they are both so great tho 🥺#asks #anon #bette and dot #bette tattler #dot tattler #bette and dot tattler

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t4t-lumpygrab · 4 years

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Bandage

by Pattercake (me)

summary: Lemongrab 2 falls and hurts himself shortly after being made, experiencing pain for the first time, so his older brother teaches him about this new emotion.

ao3 link here but you can also read it under the cut. Check tags for cw if anything in the lemongrab arc made you uncomfortable. Also as a contextual note lg1 calls lg2 Riggamarole in YMM when he meets him for the first time.

Lemongrab was in the makeshift lab he’d made out of the downstairs bathroom, trying to fix his sound sword. The final blast that had knocked both Mother Princess and her little boy champion off their feet and into the wall had completely fried the internal circuit. He hmmed in annoyance and poked it with a stick but no matter how he poked or yelled it stubbornly refused to be fixed. One of these pokes sent a painful spark of electricity right onto his finger.

He yelped and shoved in hand in his mouth. He wondered if he should go to the cabinet over the sink and put a bandag-

There was a piercing yowl from outside the castle followed by shuddering footsteps and the door being flung open. He turned around, hissing at the disturbance, but stopped when he saw his brother, the other earl who he had nicknamed Riggamarole, standing in the doorway and sobbing inconsolably.

Lemongrab took his hand out of his mouth and gestured for his brother to speak.

“There iiiis something wrong with meeeee!” His brother screamed and cried even harder.

“Hmmm…” Lemongrab said curiously as he considered this. Being wrong was to be expected of the clone of an experiment gone wrong - maybe he could take him apart to learn how he himself had gone wrong- maybe then he’d know why he too was a failure, but first he would have to investigate, “what issss wrong with yooouu?”

“I am leeaakiiing… on my kneeecap..!” his brother wailed.

“Leeaaking?” now that his brother mentioned it there was a smudge of yellow on his knee, as well as blotches of dirt.

“I fell off the pegasus,” The second earl sniffled, “and now there iiis something wrong with my lemon rind and… and…” the younger Lemongrab searched for words he didn’t know yet, “I feel the opposite of when I met you.”

“What?” asked Lemongrab.

“It is… it is…” Riggamarole wiped his long nose as he tried to explain himself, “it is like the opposite of good…” his brother continued, “this feeling.”

“That is called bad.” Lemongrab stated

“Bad?” Riggamarole asked quietly, saying it like a foreign word. Which it was. There had never been anything bad in his life, up until now.

“Yes. Youuu feeel… bad. Ungood. That is all.” Lemongrab was both disappointed at this loss of scientific insight yet somehow profoundly relieved in an unlemon and disturbing way that there wasn’t anything wrong with his brother. He was only bleeding a little. “Sit down.”

He stood up from his chair and went to get his brother a bandage from the cabinet.

“Roll up your trouser leg, Slavegrab.” he commanded. His brother, who would normally argue against this kind of treatment, was too hurt to do anything but obey him.

Lemongrab examined the scrape. A few shavings of lemonrind had been peeled away by the fall, and he was indeed bleeding quite a bit. It looked like it stung.

He gently placed the bandage over the cut and lifted his brother’s leg to carefully wrap it around, momentarily forgetting all about how gross touching was.

His brother hmmed when he was finished and reached to touch the fabric on his knee in wonder. “What is thiiis…. Magical item?”

“It is only a bandage dearest brother.” He did have to admit that his naivete was very refreshing, and it was nice to be the one explaining things and teaching and giving orders for once.

Though it was embarrassing to admit he felt a bit like mother princess. He had the feeling when his brother listened to him attentively and did what he said, that he thought of him like that too. That he almost looked up to him. It was… acceptable. The other Lemongrab was acceptable. Even when his brother did immensely unacceptable things like try to touch fire and go outside in the rain with no coat on because he didn’t know what hot or cold were. Lemongrab found it hard to believe that he had ever been like that. Young, innocent, trusting, gentle, naive, untainted. Stupid.

Perhaps that stupidity why Mother never visited him.

“A bandage?” His brother’s question snapped back to reality.

“Yes. You place it on yooouur hmmmm…. Your pain to stop it…”

Riggamarole took his hand away from the bandage, deep in thought. Lemongrab quickly rolled his trouser leg back down while muttering about how he was being treated like some kind of servant. Riggamarole didn’t respond.

“But brother…” he asked eventually, “what isss… pain?”

“Pain is when you fall from theeeee window onto yooouuur face,” Lemongrab explained, letting go of his trouser leg, “or when your food is spiiiked with…. nngh spicy water, the NASTY kind! And then you are pushed onto theeee floor, or pain is when yoouu scrape your sour little knee. It is aaaa… UNACCEPTABLE FEEEELING!”

Riggamarole nodded at this. Pain was something unacceptable. He finished rolling his trouser leg down and tucked it into his blue shoe while his brother wrung his hands in exasperation.

“You dirtied your trouser leg!” He scolded, “Iiii told yooouuu NOT to wear theeee white clothes- you can have my black hand me downs and then you will always look acceptable with no gross dirt!”

“But how will people tell us apart?” Riggamarole asked.

“Brother there are no people! Onlyyy lemons! We are alone in the castle! Iiii know which earl I am,” he pointed at himself and then at his brother, “yoouuuu know which earl Iiii am, so there is no need for us to look different.”

“I mean when the princess visits us.”

Lemongrab fell silent. He put his hands together and ran his fingers over each other as he tried to swallow the bitter feelings he had about what he had to say, “It is… uuunnlikelyy that Mother Princess will visiiit us.”

“Unlikely?” Riggamarole said in confusion, “But she seemed so very fond of you- she even sought fit to make another you,” he placed his hands over his heart “me.”

“Ah… you do not understand.” Lemongrab had hoped he would have a little more time before he had to explain this delicate matter to his twin. But all his questions… when is the princess coming, when will she come and see us, it is nearly my month anniversary will she come and see me, it was so hard to tell him the truth- so painful. As he thought that his lowered eyes landed on his brother’s stained leg and he saw a way to explain. “Mother is unnnlikelyyy tooo visit because Iiii…. cause her pain.

“You cause her pain? You push her onto the floor and spike her food with spicy water?” Riggamarole shrank back in fear and Lemongrab quickly explained:

“No… no I cause her… emotional pain…”

“Emoshunal pain?”

“Iii have not iiiinformed you of this but yes, there is such a thing.” he told him, “Emotional pain… it is when the pain- the scraped knee- is not in your skin but in your heart. When bad things happen and nobodyyyy loves or misses yooouuu, when you want to cry but your body is completely functional. That is… eeeemotional pain. The pain of theee heart. That is how I hurt mother. Whenever she is near me… she sighs and frowns and says… things… that I am wrong…. Gone wrong and unacceptable… That I hurt her. She… she did make another me however…. However….”

Lemongrab kept his eyes trained on the ground so he wouldn’t see his twins face as he told him the true reason behind his creation. “She made you so yooouu would be with meee and I would no longer hurt her by being near her. And that is why… she will not come to see us on your birthday.”

Neither of them said a word to each other for a few minutes until Riggamarole finally broke the silence in a shaking voice:

“This feeling I have… when I think about her not liking us nnNNGHH…” he clawed at his chest, “get… pain in my chest. Is this theee emotional pain?”

Lemongrab nodded “I see you have learned.” he thought about what to say to his brother. He was such a hassle to deal with, he was supposed to make him happy but all he’d done today was make him think about sad things. How dare he! Dungeon for 5 years! And yet he was also a Lemongrab so any feelings he had were shared with his brother, meaning his brother must also feel this sadness. What could he do to make him happy?

Riggamarole viewed him as his mother princess, and what did he, the true Lemongrab, long for his mother to say to him? That was simple, he wanted her to visit him and take his sound sword that he’d spent hours making and show him how to fix it, and tell him in her soft way:

“Well done Lemongrab.”

The second Lemongrab smiled despite his sadness at this praise and Lemongrab felt warm inside, like how he felt when he was zapping the prisoners with juice.

Riggamarole tapped his heels together happily and casually asked “Is there aaaa bandage for eeeemotional... pain toooo make it... go away as well?”

“No no no there is nothing tooo be done about wounds of the heart. They are bleeding, nnngghh gross festering cuts... bruises that NEVEER heal, and they are so easily reeeopened…”

“So… so does this mean you will feel pain for all your life…” Riggamarole asked as his eyes watered again, “that thought... gives meee so much pain- why did the princess make me if life is full of pains and aches like this?”

He started to cry again.

“Life is not completely bitter... sour and filled wiiith pain,” Lemongrab tried to reassure him, “there are moments of…. sweeeetness and happineeess. There are moments when your pain goes away. Now stop crying how dare you you are making ME sad!”

His brother wiped his eyes and said, “When it goes away? Like when?”

“Weeell… I suppose…” Lemongrab tried to think of such a moment of sweetness and happiness. But no matter how he thought, only one thing came to mind, “when I am with you is one such moment.”

His brother reached out and grabbed his hand, “You make all my pain go away too.”

Normally Lemongrab would have slapped his brother’s hand away and warned him about germs and diseases and scared him away from doing it again but instead he let his brother cling out to him. It was every bit as uncomfortable as he imagined it to be, and too hard and pokey, with so much finger squeezing, but also it was warm. Maybe it was even nice? Or if not nice then bearable, both uncomfortable and comfortable at the same time. Something acceptable yet also unacceptable. How strange. He would have to run more tests on this.

Experimentally, he bent forwards and wrapped his arms around his brother. He stiffly, mechanically patted his back like he had seen people in films doing. Maybe now he could understand why it was they did this- maybe he could even be normal like them- accepted. He released his brother and carefully watched his reaction.

“Brother…” The younger Lemongrab said, “what was that… it was.... The opposite of pain and I feel all better now.”

“That was…” Lemongrab struggled to remember the word for when someone touches you and it doesn’t hurt, “t’was… nnnggghhhhhh…” his eyes rolled into the back of his head as he tried to remember. What was it! Mother had said it to him… candy people are mad special they need contrast stroking and “SNUGGLING!”

“Ah I see! Hmm! Yes! You know so many things brother!”

“Yes I dooo…” Lemongrab admitted smugly, “You should be on your kneeees thanking me for teeeaaaching youuuu… Lemongrab…”

Lemongrab didn’t kneel because he was afraid of hurting his knee again but he did bow his head respectfully to his elder brother and whisper, awestruck

With inhuman, animalistic noises his brother’s sharp teeth crunched through his lower body, juice and blood spurting all over his face. Lemongrab could see his own reflection in the wide eyes that were both filled with rage and completely vacant at the same time. He saw himself, a tiny, fragile lemongrab being swallowed up by his twin’s huge eyes before his brother knocked the light bulb away. His brother fell into shadow. All he could see was his outline- his familiar silhouette and angular body that was identical to his own morphing and spasming- growing bloated like a feeding leech as he changed into someone- something else. The light swung back and illuminated the tips of Lemongrab’s feet still poking out of his brother's mouth. He saw his toes twitching involuntarily as his brother severed his nerves one by one with his clamping, fatal bite. His brother’s jaws struggled to hold the quivering legs in his mouth as they slowly slid, still moving, down his throat, kicking as if they were still trying to fulfill his final wish: to run away. In the darkness before the light hit him again he let his face crumple at the burning feeling in his lower body and his unbearable, unacceptable, bad bad bad-

He knew the word for this emotion, and he had a feeling that from now on it was all he would ever feel. Silently, he shed tears that his brother would never wipe off his face.

“Thank you brother for teaching me about pain.”

#lemongrab #lemongrab 2 #lemongrab 1 #adventure time #adventure time fanfiction #my writing #fanfiction #now for cws #child neglect #child neglect implied #abuse #graphic depiction of abuse #cannibalism #physical abuse #gore #body harm #minor body harm #nothing worse that what's implied to happen in the show but #show did get pretty bad

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zeldasayer · 4 years

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OK FIRST....I’m quiet offended I have not been added to the tag list (although as much as I love this work of art I fear my heart can no longer take the pain and suffering lol) SECOND, HOW DARE YOU, AND THIRD, HOW DARE YOOOUUU!!!! 😭😭😭😭😭😭

AH! Have I forgotten to add you to the tag list?? I’m SO sorry! I will, I promise!! I also promise that you won’t be suffering forever (maybe just a little bit longer because your girl likes to build suspense.) @jaegers-and-kaijus

#loving dyn #answered

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waywardxson · 4 years

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What I’ve Done

Who: Rory & @sshardassanderson ft. Skull, Dagger (NPCs)

What: Two Ghoulies try to take some revenge on Rory for betraying them. Grace gets away and gets Dare, who saves him.

When: Dec 22, Late Afternoon through Dec 23, Evening

Where: Rory’s trailer, Fox Forest, Sweetwater River, Dare’s trailer

Notes: This para starts Sunday and ends Monday

Triggers: Violence, blood, broken bones, drowning, life-saving measures, suggested violence against a child, painkillers - if I forgot any, let me know so I can update, please and thank you!

Ghoulies

Derek had issued orders weeks again regarding Rory’s betrayal. But it wasn’t said much since then, and some were left taking matters into their own hands. That’s what Skull and Dagger were doing there tonight, wearing clothes in all black and face masks with an etching of their namesake. They were big burly meatheads who liked to spend their time destroying, and in order to move up in the ranks, a dead former ghoulie turned snake trash would surely aid in the endeavor. They arrived at Sunnyside in a pickup with a tarp over the back, their headlights kept off to prevent the other snakes from noticing their arrival. They needed to keep a low profile until they could get Rory into Fox Forest.

“What do we do if the brat is home?” Skull asked bitterly, grabbing a tire iron by his feet.

“Kill her of course. Boss didn’t say we had to leave anyone alive.”

“You got the stones to kill a kid?”

“Hey. She’s a snake.”

“Right...”

The two left the engine idling but the car parked as they descended upon the trailer they knew to be Rory’s after watching him come and go out of it. What they didn’t know was that this particular trailer was right beside Darius’. Creeping up upon the trailer, Skull quickly knocked in a window and reached for the lock to open it.

Rory

"I think he's getting it, daddy!" Grace chirped as she picked up her turtle from the terrarium on her dresser and pet the hard shell like he was a puppy. Grace had always been a little different. She never asked for normal pets, or normal toys, or normal anything. She was constantly surprising Rory with how wonderfully unique she was. A blur of blonde ran into the kitchen where Rory had just set down a bowl of tomato soup and a cheap grilled cheese he'd toasted the bread of before adding cheese and popping it in the microwave. He looked up as she held up the reptile who looked at him with glassy eyes.

"What did he almost do, baby?" Rory asked.

"Karate!"

"Well good job there, Donut," he said as he gave the turtle a similar pet on his shell and then messed up his daughter's hair, earning him a giggle from the girl's gleeful face. "Dinner's ready, babe. Why don't you go let Donut get some rest after his martial arts training, hmm?"

Grace looked at the table, considered and then said, "But daddy, mutant ninja turtles eat pizza."

He pointed towards her room, "Then I guess we'll have some pizza tomorrow. Go ahead and wash your hands." But no sooner had she taken a few steps before a low shatter of glass made them both jump. Rory didn't know who but when he saw an arm flip the lock, he yelled in his daughter's direction. "Bedroom, now. Lock the door!"

All he could do was hope she had listened to him. The moment the door opened and he saw the masks, the insignia, Rory knew. He didn't think, just acted. Running at the figure, Rory took him around the waist and tackled him out of the door frame, falling with him to the ground on the cold ground. He threw a punch but he hadn't known there was a second guy. He should have known.

Ghoulies

Skull hadn’t even gotten through the damn window before he was being slammed into the ground with an angry grunt. He swung blindly with the tire iron and it hit something but he couldn’t have even imagined what. Dagger came through moments later and grabbed at Rory’s hair, dragging him violently off of Skull while simultaneously trying to stuff a gag into his mouth. “Fucking tie him up a—“

Rory

Everything was happening on instinct. He hit the ground with a grunt and started to throw punches. Rory hadn't fought ever since he left the Ghoulies but that didn't mean he didn't remember how to do it, and since he was outnumbered, he needed to be on the offensive. The hit came from the side and Rory only just saw the swing of metal before it hit the side of his head. The sound rang in his head, cold burning against his ear, stilling his next punch long enough that he was pulled off by the back of his head.

Rory tried to pull the person forward but when he realized he had no momentum, he pushed instead, taking them both backwards against the side of the house. Then he threw his head back, colliding with what he hoped was the guy's nose. His grip loosened enough that Rory turned to start throwing punches but only managed one when he felt a hit against his ribs steal all the breath out of his body. He turned to go for the second attacker but as he did, he took the tire iron against the side of his face and it knocked him off of his feet. Blood spat from his mouth as he landed on hands and knees in the icy ground.

Ghoulies

Dagger had the previous pleasure of seeing a handful of Rory’s underground fights. The guy was skilled, smooth, and aggressive. He’d fight tooth and nail to protect his little brat, and fought like his every match was expected to be his last. Tonight’s would be. They were here to make sure of that. The tire iron swung out again and after catching him in the ribs, Dagger was certain he’d be going down. He used the second chance that the former ghoulie was winded to bash him on the side of his face, and down he went. Deep down he knew it was pathetic to go at him with weapons but had the man had the chance, he’d of taken one too. Dagger sharply kicked into Rory’s wounded side and forced him down, his foot putting pressure on his head.

“Get up you idiot.” He busses to Skull. “Find the kid and get her in the truck.”

“You didn’t say he was—!”

“It’s like you didn’t ever see him fight. You’re an idiot.”

“You’re...the idiot...” Skull mumbled irritably as he got up off the floor and started kicking in door, murmuring “little girl, little girl, where are yooouuu...” Pressing the tire iron into the the back of his neck, Dagger leaned in close to Rory. “Now you have two options. One, put your hands behind your back willingly, or when we find your kid, I’ll peel her skin off in front of you.”

Rory

Rory struggled to take in his breath, the hit having knocked all memory of how to breathe out of his chest. His body rattled, lungs trying to expand and take in the air that his chest burned to fill. He pushed at the ground, immediately pushing up until he felt the kick to the same battered spot and it flashed stars. The pressure on his head dug his ear against the ground, small cold rocks pressing into his face but all thought of his own well-being was gone when he heard the first guy mention his daughter.

"Fuck you," he growled through bloody lips, coughing and spewing the bright red spit. He heard the sound of someone going after Grace, and all he could do was yell her name, and one simple order. Run. Dear God, please fucking run. He tried to put it in his head. She had a window. She could have slipped out. There were plenty of Serpents around and they were all good with her. His eyes turned towards Dare's place and he wondered if they were home. He should have known. Then he felt the tire iron push down and his neck ached.

Though Rory was hardly in a position to make any kind of orders, he hissed with a deep voice, "Leave my kid alone and I'll go without a fight," he said, hoping that was something he would agree with. Grace was all that mattered. His Grace. Just leave her alone. "Even tied up you know I can kick your mother fucking ass."

Ghoulies

“I don’t think you understand fully how this works, Del Monico. You don’t get to negotiate terms.” Dagger hissed in his ear, pressing the tire iron harder against the back of Rory’s neck. “You’re a traitor. And the fact that I’m even offering you a choice is a courtesy. But since you’re not having it.” Dagger lifted the tire iron and slammed it like a bartering ram into what was assuredly some already broken ribs, crushing bone until it pushed as hard as it could internally. With that he twisted Rory’s arms behind his back and secured them with thin, flexible chicken wire, the sharpness digging into Rory’s wrists and drawing a thin trickle of blood. Dagger straightened up as Skull came back into the room, shrugging.

“She ran off. I dunno where she gone.” Dagger sighed. “Great. Now we have to hustle before she gets help. Let’s move.” The pair grabbed a blanket from one of the rooms and draped it over their hostage, hauling him up off his feet with one person gripping the top and the other the bottom. With their two man team, they hauled Rory into the back of the pickup, adding two more restraints of chicken wire to the wrists and above the knees before spinning him around and shoving a dirty shoe rag into his mouth and pulling the tarp over him.

Rory

Rory knew it had been a long shot but he'd hoped maybe at least one of them had the good sense to give into it. He had fought through pain before. Fought through broken bones and bruised body parts. Fought through blood in his eyes and open wounds. But he felt less than useless when the bar strained the back of his neck, the bones struggling against the pressure that kept the fighter stuck to the ground. When he finally gave a little, Rory started to get up but barely made it anywhere before the bar cracked against against his side.

The pain erupted so intensely that all he could do was make a gutteral groan before he was down again. Something was broken in his, crushed, and it made taking a breath almost impossible. Rory barely fought the wire going around his wrists and it was done before he'd even remotely started to come back and could hear past the ringing in his ears. He saw the second guy come back but didn't see Grace with him and though he spoke to his friend, Rory only hoped he said he couldn't find Grace.

Not that he'd---

If Grace died--

Without getting any full breaths, Rory felt dizzy, his head full of static and nothing, and he either didn't - or couldn't - fight back. He choked on the rag, the cold cutting like glass against his skin and his vision doubled with every attempt to take a deep breath. Shallow pants were all he could manage, blood soaking the dirty rag shoved in his mouth. It was agony. Every movement of the truck, the sharp turns, the bumps in the road.

Rory closed his eyes as the pain radiated inside him, furious and unrelenting, and he begged to pass out for any kind of relief he could find. He shivered in the cold, aching down to his broken bones, and even when they finally came to stop, all he could think was if Grace was dead, he'd want to be dead too. And if she wasn't.. they would be.

Dare

Dare had been out cold on his couch when there was thundering, frantic knocks and a panicked voice pleading for help that had him up and on his feet in an instant. He had hardly finished the second lock before little Grace threw herself into his trailer. She spun a frantic, desperate reiteration of the events that unfolded in Rory’s trailer and how she’d hidden in the muck until the bad guys were gone, with her Daddy hidden in the trunk. Dare safely tucked her into his bedroom, promising her that she would be safely there if she hid and stayed quiet, and that he’d bring back her Daddy safe and sound. Rushing outside, Dare hopped onto his motorcycle and followed the tire tracks in the mud to try and find Rory before it was too late.

Ghoulies

Dagger and Skull drove the truck deep into fox forest where not a single sound would carry to the public before they stopped driving, parking between some brush before they headed back to the rear of the pickup. Dagger seized Rory by his underarms and dragged him off the flatbed, dumping him carelessly onto the half-snow covered ground. Skull grunted and looked around.

“So what, are we supposed to bring the body back?”

“I think we definitely could. Derek will know what to do with the corpse.”

Dagger scooped Rory back up and they headed through the throng of trees, arriving at the Sweetwater riverbed. Skull reached over and broke away the thin ice closest to the shore. Dagger sighed as he looked down at Rory. “I think he needs a wake up call.”

“Make me do all the hard work...” Skull muttered, though he grabbed Rory by the shoulders and shoved his head under the water.

Rory

For the first little while of the drive, Rory had tried to think of where they were. Right turns, left turns, right again, flat stretch.. but the pain that rocketed through him made it difficult to remember any of it, until he completely forget which way they'd turn. Fuck. Looks like as soon as he could get out, he was going to have to just run and hope he found something familiar. It wasn't ideal, but it was all he could do. The bright wash of light almost blinded him when the tarp was taken and he was yanked out of the bed of the truck, unceremoniously dropped onto the ground. Rory tried to look around, determine where he was, but all he saw were frost topped trees and his own shallow breath coming in quick, short gasps.

The pain in his chest was almost unbearable and he wondered for a moment what it would feel like if his lung had been punctured. Then he seriously considered with the sharp pain he got when he tried a deeper breath. He shouted from behind the rag, obscenities raging on his tongue and in his eyes. The words still came until he was shoved face first into water so cold he couldn't keep from gasping and taking a whole mouthful into his lungs.

Rory struggled through the pain, jerking his head every which way and trying to pull free. The cold cut like razors against his face and everything inside of him screamed. The wire at his wrists dug in as his hands turned to fists and just as he was sure he was lost to the river, a rough tug pulled him up. He coughed so hard the rag came free from his mouth, plopping in the water. His stomach clenched and he felt like he'd vomit from the coughing but as soon as he managed a full, painful breath, he growled, "Fuck you, motherfuc-"

And was suddenly plunged back into the water.

Ghoulies

Skull brought Rory up after a moment beneath the force of the icy cold water before he started to curse them out, forcibly shoving his head back under again, Skull’s arm going like an iron bar against his back to keep him submerged. “What are you doing?” Dagger demanded irritably lighting a cigarette.

“We need information from him first.”

“Just trying to clear his head.” Skull replied with an annoyed shrug, still keeping his weight on Rory’s back as he thrashed beneath the surface.

“Why do we even need to bring a body back?”

“I assume because Derek wants to set him up like a corpse statue. Let him up for fucks sake.”

Skull pushed him just a bit harder before he jerked Rory upright by his wrist restraints and tossed him back onto the snowy ground. “Dunno what the fuck you think he’s going to tell us. He’s new to the role of traitorous scum.” Dagger rolled his eyes and shoved Skull out of the way, bending down on the ground over Rory’s face.

“Hey. Look. I know you think that these serpent guys are all your buddies. But uh...no ones here. No one cares about you since you left the ghoulies. You’re a pawn they use to get information about us. So now is your last chance to turn it around. When do the Serpents meet at the Wyrm?”

Rory

Rory at least had a chance to get a breath before going under the second time. Even though his chest was on fire between his aching lungs and throbbing side, he took it and did his best to struggle against the drowning. Thoughts of his girl alone kept him fighting until he was finally given a break and yanked out. Water beaded down his body as he was tossed back onto the ground, the rough landing stealing his breath. As he lay there, he looked up at the sky and tried to manage together a plan. If he could get his wrists free... that's what he needed. He could at least have his arms. He could punch. He could get the tire iron away from them. He'd take them hand to hand.

Still coughing up water and blood, Rory started to tug at his binds, letting them dig harder into his wrists. He just needed a little room. The wire dug deeper gashes into his skin but he didn't stop as they asked their question, face in his. He knew what they were doing. He'd seen it before. Frankly, even if the Serpents didn't have his back, Dare had. Dare saved his kid and he owed him.

"Alright," he gasped through a breath. "I'll tell you..." He cleared his throat, looking between the two men, and he said, "as soon as you suck my fucking dick." Rory didn't expect them to take it well, and he knew it would hurt, but like fucking hell was he turning on the only person, the only people, who actually helped him when they could have told him to go to hell.

Dare

Dare managed to find the truck in the distance, killing his engine a good mile or so away from it and hopping off his bike. He removed his jacket and rolled up his long sleeves, leaving his phone behind as well. They were near the river (because of fucking course they were), and if Rory needed him, he’d go in. He approached the truck quickly, searching for anything that he could use to get it going later. He grabbed a screwdriver from the passenger seat and started to approach the riverbank. If nothing else, he’d at least take some guys down for going after his friend.

Ghoulies

Dagger sighed again, kicking Rory sharply in his hurt side again. “Man fuck you. We came out here hoping that you could clear a name for yourself again. Derek might’ve actually let ya come back in if you weren’t so god damn stubborn. But you know what? Fine. You’d rather suck Anderson’s dick than work with us? It’s your funeral and your kid’s funeral.”

“So now what?” Skull demanded.

“You really think he’s gonna give up anything?”

“He might’ve if you’d of found the damn kid like you were supposed to.”

“Oh so it’s my fault your terrible plan went to shit?”

“Forget it. Just throw him in the damn lake.”

“Why don’t you throw him in the damn lake?” Skull shot back with a scowl. “Or better yet-“ Skull removed a gun from his back pocket and fired without hesitation, the bullet going straight through Dagger’s right eye/nose cavity, blood splattering across the trees. “Now who’s the idiot?” Skull asked of the corpse that collapsed in a heap on the ground. “Take care of that in a minute. Now I don’t give a shit about what Derek wants. You’re a fucking traitor. So I hope you can swim fuckface.” He grabbed Rory’s ankles and began to drag him toward the ice.

Rory

Rory was busy tugging at the wire that he hadn't even noticed the gun being furnished. But the moment a stream of light caught the metal of the weapon, he had enough time to think *'this is it. this is the end.' But when the shot went off and he flinched at the loud echoing sound that sent birds flying, the large body that fell to the ground wasn't his own. "Jesus, fuck. You're fucking psychotic," but he knew the Ghoulies well enough to know most of them would take that as a compliment. "Fuck you."

His voice hissed as Skull grabbed his bound legs and dragged him, dirt and mud and rocks scraping against his back as his shirt rose up with every step. He struggled but the added wired around his knees kept him from doing much. The ice on the river burned red lines into his bare back, cutting into his arms, with every step further from the shore. "You're fucking dead when I get out of this," Rory hissed, spitting the threat like venom. "You couldn't even find a little fucking kid, could you? How fucking embarrassing. No wonder you're trying to do this.. go suck the fuck up to Derek, hmm?"

It was a vague thought in his mind that this was the end. If he was dropped in that water, bound and hurt like this, alone, he would die. This was the end and he couldn't stop the words that fell. "Don't worry, asshole. I'm sure Daddy will give you his cock in good time. Fucking piece of shit. Couldn't take me hand to hand like a fucking man, could you? Fucking pussy."

Ghoulies

Skull wanted nothing more than to throttle every ounce of life out of Rory with every insult hurled in his face. He thought of dragging out his suffering until the weasel was actually begging for death. But with portions of the river frozen over and only a partial path available, he’d unfortunately be taken under with it if this were the case. Kicking Rory over onto some thicker, more sturdy ice, he took a brief break to punch him directly in the face.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP! YOU’RE THE MOTHERFUCKER DYING TONIGHT! And when I’m finished, I’m gonna find your bring her here and go ice fishing for your corpse!” He only managed to begin a light push of Rory’s bound body toward the broken ice patches when he felt something suddenly jam into his shoulder, straight into bone before it was withdrawn and then smacking him in the back of his neck, missing his spine by inches.

Dare

Dare shoved the man aside and he collapsed hard on the ice, sending a sharp lightning like crack through what remained of it. Pulling out his switchblade, Dare dropped quickly to Rory’s side and cut through the wires around his ankles and knees as quickly as possible before he was violently tackled at his side, the switchblade spinning from his grasp and landing near Rory’s bound hands. “FUCK YOU, ANDERSON! YOUR OLD MAN—“

“—I’M NOT MY OLD MAN!” Dare interrupted, kicking Skull repeatedly in the groin to try and get him off as they grappled with the gun.

“YOU’RE NO FUCKING DIFFERENT! HE BURNED DOWN MY HOME! HE KILLED MY LITTLE BROTHER! EVERYTHING I’VE LOST IS ALL—“ He punctuated his rage with a shot that blasted into the ice around them. “YOUR—“ The second shot clipped the ice near Rory’s feet. “FA—“

A thunderous crack beneath them interrupted the tirade, and Skull seemed damn determined that even if he had to go down too, at least they’d all go in. He grabbed Dare around the neck but was jabbed in his forearm with that same fucking screwdriver, forcing Skull to drop it and send it spinning into the icy water.

“Rory she’s safe!” Dare managed, wiggling out from underneath Skull and trying to get to Rory. “She’s—“ The moment he stood he realized his mistake, the ice giving way all around him and dropping him waist down in the frozen water. The cold was like a thousand tiny knives wiggling under his skin and stabbing his bones, and he clawed up, trying to get purchase on anything to pull him out. “We all know the Snake leader is a little afraid of the water!” Skull called out tauntingly. “But—“

The ice gave way beneath Skull and the man completely disappeared, Dare spinning around as the ice continued to crack and give. “Del Monico listen to me, just go, get yourself out of—“ Before he could answer, a violent tug on his ankles dragged him under the water, the ghoulie determined to take them down with him.

Rory

Rory had a half a second recognition before Skull was letting out a shriek and he knew that he was right not to even consider what they were saying earlier. Even if Rory had been out here alone, he wouldn't have given them shit about the Serpents. Dare had said it when he was first offered to join. They were a family and while every family Rory had been involved in, he'd been kicked out of, he found something special here, something that was worth fighting for.

"Dare," he said in almost surprise when the man was cutting at the wires. "You crazy ass son of a bitch. How did you--?" But before he could finish asking his question, he saw Skull recover and he hissed, "Your left!”

But Dare was tackled down and as the fighting happened, Rory felt useless until the blade was close. He threw himself backwards, struggling for the blade that kept slipping out of his reach from the slick ice. Rory ignored it. He ignored the pain and the cutting. He ignored everything, even the gunshot, and as soon as he had the blade in hand, he turned it so he could start to cut at the binding the best that he could. He looked over at Dare, half in the water, and he cut harder, the edge of the blade digging into skin as he recklessly cut, trying to get free so he could help.

"Dare!" He shook his head, blood dripping down his hands, and then everything broke. The cracking made the ice collapse underneath and then Darius was gone under the water. "No!" He yelled, kicking frantically towards the cracks as the blinds slowly started to loosen.

He had to get free. He had to get Dare. He couldn't let him die here.

Rory

But as his body hit back against the ice, Rory felt it give before his body was plunged in. The ice cold water was so intense, he couldn't even think, body going completely still as the current under the water tried to pull him away. Grace, he thought. Then he remembered Dare's words. Rory, she's safe. He should have known. Dare had always kept her safe, saved her life. He would keep her safe now. It felt like needles bearing into his eyeballs when he opened them, seeing the two forms sinking low beneath him.

Rory cut and dug, leaving long gashes until the wire finally, blessedly, gave in. With his arms free, Rory started to swim. The current helped, taking him in that direction. He fought through the screaming muscles and cracking flesh as he worked to get closer to Dare, fighting through the pain. He wouldn't let him go. He swam hard, lungs aching and begging for air, until he was close enough to grab the collar of Dare's shirt.

All he could do was point to the crack in the ice where they'd gone in and hope that was good enough. Rory gave Dare a tug and pushed. They would have to fight to survive this, and with the way Rory's vision was darkening, he wasn't even sure that was going to be enough.

Dare

Of all things, Darius was sick of the Sweetwater River. He wanted to move to a place that had nothing but desert, so he’d never have to feel the cold sting of the only place that any villain in this town felt it appropriate to dump bodies. He twisted against the hold that Skull had on his ankles, a bubbled cry of pain escaping him as the Ghoulie’s knife went through his leg. The harder he pulled, the further they were dragged away from the surface and beneath more solid, sturdy ice.

He’d only barely managed to keep hold of the screwdriver as they sank to the bottom of the river, violently jerked around by the undercurrent and sending them both tumbling and twisting. They were nothing more than a gaggle of limbs before Dare was seized by his collar and jerked free from the Ghoulie’s hold, Rory swimming half-consciously beside him and trying to push him toward the opening a good yard away. It was evident that Rory would lose consciousness soon, and Dare shook his head, gesturing for Rory to go before Skull was on him again, Dare barely managing to get his frigid, frozen limbs to respond in time to catch the knife from going into his chest.

Even to the untrained eye, it was clear Dare struggled to find balance in the water. The current jerked his arms and legs around and out from under him, so much that he scissor kicked like a frantic toddler and snorted out more of his air. The Ghoulie took the opportunity to turn on Rory, but his chest started spasming, bubbles shooting out his nose as he swung haphazardly, still landing a hard punch into Rory’s injured side.Though the current had pulled him back, Dare clawed his way back over, a river rock clutched in his hand.

Though it’d cost Rory, Dare managed to sneak back behind the distracted Ghoulie and clocked him impossibly hard in the back of his skull. An eruption of bubbles burst from the Ghoulie’s mouth as he screamed, and all he could do with numb fucking fingers was pound the rock into his skull again, and again, until the water began to dark into an impossible reddish hue.

Chest aching with the desire to gasp for breath, Dare searched for Rory.

Rory

If he could talk, he would have told Dare there was no chance in hell he was leaving him. That wasn't how this worked. It wouldn't be how he worked. Rory had long since wanted to be a better person than he had been. Even than he'd been when he was a Northsider. Not leaving someone who had your back, who came for you, who didn't tell you to fuck off.. that's how you become a better person. The water made him slow and awkward so his punch missed but Skull's was right on and as it landed, Rory unwittingly took a large inhale that filled his lungs with salty, dirty water.

His body ached and the cold water cut but as it started to hurt just a little less, he knew it was a bad sign. His leg gave a quick kick, trying to motion towards the surface but the strength he needed to get there was leaking out of him the way blood left Skull's body. He wanted to fight, tried to fight, but managed only to float away, giving into the current. His only real comfort was knowing that no matter what, Grace would be taken care of.

And then nothing hurt anymore.

Dare

Floating lifelessly and being carried by the stream away from him was Rory, and Dare quickly pocketed the screwdriver and pulled himself after him, just barely managed to catch the back of Rory’s shirt before he got away. His new friend was lifeless and unmoving, limbs floating around him in the under current and the water making him appear gray.

Though he was struggling himself, Dare grabbed Rory’s face and pressed their mouths together, expelling a quick, small breath out and into Rory’s waterlogged lungs. Using the riverbed bottom, Dare pushed off and up for the surface, hitting the ice with an impossibly hard thud that stole the last of his breath away. Gritting his lips together tightly, Dare fumbled weakly for his pocket, digging the screwdriver out. The ice was weak due to the abnormally (yet ironically) warm weather, so the screwdriver went straight through.

Keeping a hold on Rory as best as he could, he used the screwdriver like a pic, pulling them closer and closer to the large break until finally, just as the edges of his vision began to darken and dim, his head broke the surface. Sinking the screwdriver into the surface of the ice, Dare coughed and hacked, trembling violently as water clawed up his throat and spewed out like bile.

“R-Rory...” He croaked, lightly jerking his friend as he struggled to hold on. “R-Rory b-breathe m-man...” But his friend remained still and silent, Dare bringing his head over to lay on his shoulder and cursing weakly under his breath. The ice had broken and formed a deus ex machina pathway out of the water and toward the shore, so continuing to use his screwdriver as his pic, he dragged them across the water until they reached the shore.

Just before he climbed out, Dare heard a sickening THUMP, and nearly vomited at the sight of the Ghoulie corpse pressed against the frozen surface. Vacant, dead eyes stared at him, before the body was swept away by the current and dragged out of sight. Shaking off the cobwebs threatening to surround his mind, Dare shakily dragged himself and Rory onto shore and coughed some more before turning to his friend. Checking his neck, he felt around for a pulse, not finding one with numb as hell fingers.

“Fuck me...c’mon man you can’t f-fucking die.” He turned Rory flat onto his back and despite the pain and murder shakes, despite what was obviously broken ribs, Dare started chest compressions. Unsure of what he was doing, he counted to some obscure interval of five and then pinched Rory’s nose shut and tilted his chin back. He’d seen mouth-to-mouth performed on enough movies and shows to have a general idea of how it needed to be done. After a minute or so, he still wasn’t seeing any sign of life from his new friend.

“Cmon a-asshole...I g-got enough kid problems...”He compressed harder on the frail chest and then bent down again, exhaling as much of his frigid air into Rory’s lungs. Again. And again. And again he repeated the process.

“DUDE!” He barked. “TAKE IN SOME FUCKING AIR!” He tilted Rory’s head back further, breathing another puff of air into his mouth until he saw Rory’s chest rise and fall in a breathing motion. “Yes! Fuck! Cmon!” He did it again, greeted suddenly by a splash of that cold ass water against his face, and suddenly Rory was coughing, Dare rolling him onto his side and hammering lightly on his upper back.

“Good job, breathe, I got you. I...fuck man, I’m s-sorry.” He grabbed Rory’s arm and wrapped it around his neck, shakily getting onto his feet like baby god damn Bambi, and walked over to the Ghoulie scum’s truck. The interior was still mildly warm, and he carefully hoisted Rory into the passenger seat, the keys sitting on the dashboard. These guys clearly hadn’t anticipated being interrupted. His bike could wait.

With Rory secure in the passenger seat, Dare drove back to the trailer park, getting Rory immediately into the bathroom before Grace’s tiny head poked out and saw her father in terrible condition. He turned on the warm water tap to give Rory’s body some time to adjust and laid him down with the shower head pouring over him. He quickly shot out a text on his burner to his medic friend to come over ASAP.

Rory

Rory had heard people talk about what happened when you died. There were things people in church said, when they talked about a warm, bright light that brought you into the arms of salvation. He'd also heard that you were welcomed into the arms of fire and brimstone depending on what kind of person you were. Rory couldn't be sure which way he was going in the afterlife but when he stopped feeling pain, he didn't feel either of those things.

No warmth, no cold, no light. It was just empty. Empty and never-ending.

There were moments of pain as he lay in that nothingness, moments when his chest hurt so hard he was in too much agony to even scream. Sometimes when he couldn't stop screaming. He didn't know where he was or what was happening to him, but he supposed maybe this was the price for all of his wrong-doings, all of his mistakes, all of the people he hurt.

This was his punishment.

But even punishment doesn't last forever. Or maybe it does but it just changes. Rory slowly started to blink eyes that felt far too heavy. Everything around him was dark at first, and then light, then dark again. By the time his vision started to adjust, he was in a room he didn't recognize, laying shirtless in a bed that wasn't his.

He went to sit up and the immense pain in his chest tore a slew of cuss words from his mouth as his arm crossed over the bandages compressed across his chest and sides. Slamming his hand back against the headboard, Rory tried to breathe through the pain but every breath, no matter how small, brought with it just a little more pain. His brain was cloudy, memories foggy, and when the door to the room opened, Rory breathlessly looked at the man standing there.

Curiosity filled his eyes as he said, "Dare? Where the fuck am I?"

Dare

Over the next day or so, Dare had a lot of cleaning up to do, and a pain in the ass cold to try and prevent him from doing it. He lugged his ass around as normal, taking care of Grace, keeping in touch with Charlie. His friend assured him that Rory would be in pain, but Dare’s quick thinking is what saved his life. That and the cold of the water preventing permanent fucking brain damage. There was also no current repercussion from the Ghoulie side regarding the two missing bodies (the other that’d been killed there Dare had also disposed of in Sweetwater when he went to fetch his bike).

His ankle had been stitched and bandaged and he shouldered the other injuries carelessly when it came to lending a hand with Grace. He assured her Dad was fine, he had an accident, he’d be okay, yes Donut can stay here too. After checking up on Rory mid-afternoon the following day, he had a sneaking suspicion he’d regain consciousness. He twisted in his sleep and gripped Dare’s sheets in white knuckles fists, so Dare urged Grace to watch some tv while he headed back into the bedroom to leave some prescription painkillers and some water.

But by the time the door opened, Rory was sitting upright, chest heaving, eyes wide and looking somehow hazy and alert at the same time. “Hey man. Welcome back to the land of the living. Got some super awesome pain meds for that shattered rib cage.” He crossed the room and handed over the two pills and water.

“You’re in my room. Your kid is out there watching Tangled and wants to see you when you’re feeling up to it.” Dare sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m sorry. I should’ve insisted you stay here until this shit with Derek blew over. I didn’t think they’d have the balls to cross into our territory. They almost killed you this time.”

Rory

Even with the pain raking through him, seeing Dare started to shake off the icicles from his brain. Had they been at Sweetwater? He started to think about it but a headache almost instantly formed so he took the pills without a second thought. They could have been anything in that moment. The prospect of any kind of release was all he really needed. Normally he would have straight swallowed them but his throat was dry so he tried to chug but each swallow sent more pain in his chest. He swallowed much slower and then tried to catch his breath when he finished half of the bottle.

Grace.

But instead of insisting on getting right up, Rory decided to wait for the pills to kick in. At least to try. He wanted to see her but she would be scared seeing him in a lot of pain. He watched Dare sit down and then shook his head when he spoke.

"What are you talking about?" He put the water down on the table beside the bed and then cupped his hand along his side, trying to force his brain to remember how he ended up like this. "Who-- What happened?"

Dare

Hoping he wouldn’t have had to repeat the story seemed to be just a hope, nothing more. But Rory was owed all of the information. Dare rubbed at the fading bruising around his neck from his recent suicide attempt and sighed a little. He wasn’t going to let his mind drift back there again. No matter what.

“Hoping you can fill in some of the blanks. But Grace came here saying you told her to run and she heard you yelling. And that some people put you in a truck. She also spent ten minutes reiterating to me how much she hated laying in mud.” Dare turned to face him. “I got to the Fox Forest when you were getting dragged into the river. The one dude shot the other dude because they were fighting I guess? Then that guy was gonna shove you in tied up. We fought, all three of us went into the river. You...drowned, Rory. Fuck face punched you in the side and you...” Dare cleared his throat, speaking quietly.

“I killed him. Smashed his head in with a rock. I’m not much of a swimmer but I got us out, did CPR, got you breathing, and then took their truck back here to keep you warm. I put you in the shower and warmed you up until my doc friend came. Hence the Vicodin.”

Dropping his hand from his neck, Dare tried to look as stern as possible. “I’m not gonna let them fuck you up like that again. I promise.”

Rory

It was strange the way that his memories came back. Rory went from not remembering anything, to suddenly remembering it all as soon as the words were spoken. It was like watching a movie and realizing with every new frame that while you didn't know what came next, you remembered seeing it before. He suddenly remembered the cold, and the water. He remembered the fighting, and he remembered letting go, letting the water take him, and fuck, he thought it was over. He thought everything had ended but the pain he felt now told him that nothing was over.

"Jesus, fuck," Rory grumbled, rubbing his hand over his head. He was lost in those memories, lost in the water still. Maybe part of him was still underneath the surface of the river. Maybe part of him didn't come out. His body felt heavy and he leaned his head back on the pillow, trying to ignore the aching in his body and praying that the pain meds kicked in soon. "They broke in. One of 'em, broke in the window. I tackled him, told her to lock her door."

But there was a warmth in his heart at the idea of Grace complaining about the mud. She'd likely taken many baths since then. "That's not the first time you saved my life," Rory said, his attention suddenly drawn to the way that Dare wrung his hand along his neck.

"I betrayed them," he said. "I'm surprised they didn't try sooner. How many Ghoulies turn Serpent and live to tell the tale? I'm alive, Dare. Because of you."

Dare

Fighting back the gut instinct to argue with Rory proved difficult, but not impossible. He wanted to dissuade the former Ghoulie from thinking that was anything but a walking disaster from turning Bruce, but he consciously became aware at the bruising around his neck and stopped what he was doing. He needed to be the leader that they needed, and not try to focus all his energy on proving that he was anti-Bruce. Wallowing in a pool of self-flagellation and denial wouldn’t make him effective for anyone.

“And I’d do it again, too.” He finally responded after a moment of silence. “Prospect or not, I’ve got your back. You’re gonna live here for a bit. Hopefully this shit storm with Derek will die down and we can get you back in your place. I’m gonna have some new security put in place too.” Dare stood slowly and walked alongside the bed as a million and one different thoughts ran through his head. Neither of them should’ve survived last night. But here they were, both alive and relatively unscathed considering the circumstances.

“I’ve been fighting with myself,” He admitted slowly. “About some of the things I’ve done. You haven’t had the pleasure of meeting my old man, but he’s why Derek is so fuckin angry. When Bruce was a kid, he was a medically diagnosed psychopath. He feels nothing. And when I killed that Ghoulie, I felt vengeful. Disgusted too. But I know I’d do it again in a heartbeat.” He stopped pacing and gave Rory a firm look.

“You are my brother and I’d do it a thousand times more to keep you safe. That’s what separates me from Bruce. And that’s how I’ll lead. You and your kid are important. You deserve a shot at being safe and happy, Rory.”

Rory

"I thought you can't swim," Rory said, rather than asked, not really looking for an answer. He didn't mean to feel the overwhelming rush of emotion but even hearing those words assured him that this was exactly where he wanted to be. This was his family in ways that nothing ever had been before, even the blood relations he had. Rory knew better than to argue with Dare in that moment, and maybe part of him wanted to stay too. He'd been practically dead twice as it was, one from Derek, and one in the river, and if staying here took away that prospect - at least for a little while - he was going to do it.

"Thanks, man," he said with a nod. "I just wanted to know Grace was safe. I didn't think anyone knew where I'd be." But Dare did, and Rory knew that he'd have done the exact same thing. The memory came back to him, the question that the Ghoulies asked him when they finished dunking his head in the water. "They wanted to know when the Serpents meet at the Wyrm. They might be planning something there. There should be extra security there."

He couldn't be sure if that was just between Skull and Dagger, or all of the Ghoulies, but it wasn't worth risking. Then he listened, nodding as Dare told him these things that he felt like the other male had been struggling with.

"You're right," Rory said when Dare finished talking. "You aren't your old man. I doubt he'd have helped me when I knocked on your door for help getting Grace back, let alone fought to bring my ass back to life. I'm glad you can see it, Dare." He was right, Rory didn't know Bruce, but he knew the stories and he knew plenty of people like him.

"I know you told me not to say it but.. thank you. For everything. I'd-- literally be dead if it weren't for you. I don't know how to pay you back for that but I hope you know that I won't stop trying."

#para #para: dare #para: what i've done #tw violence #tw blood #tw broken bones #tw drowning #tw life-saving measures #tw suggested violence against a child #tw painkillers

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Came for the you. Stayed for the you. <3

Came for the _______. Stayed for the _______. || OPEN AND ACCEPTING

YOOOUUU!!! You're always so sweet to me. How dare. This goes for you too, you know. I appreciate you, I love you, and if you ever wanna write with me or chat around, I'm HERE for it.

#amarantestarsxspacexsea #ooc #asks

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spider-bih · 7 years

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All I Want [Peter Parker]

Pairing: College!Peter Parker x College!Female!Reader [3rd Person]

Warnings: Cursing, Fluff blah

A/N: This is from a fic I’ve been writing on another site. I just took out the name and some other details to make it reader insert. I’m hella tired so I’m not writing right now sorry ;-; Also, I know it’s not December yet. Just wanted to put something out for you all.

Winter Break had officially began for all College students and High School students alike (though College students started earlier and had longer). Their friends had finally made their way back to Queens. They all had made plans to catch up soon, but not right away. As much as they longed to see each other, family needed to come first. Their friends hadn't seen their family much just as they hadn't seen their friends, and surely their tired minds wanted nothing more than to lounge around their forever home for a while before going out. This left Peter and ____ to having some time to themselves. They were always home and always saw her Mom or his Aunt May, so they got time to just kick back and chill alone- provided Spidey wasn't needed. With Christmas coming up, crime picked up. More robberies came about, the greediest of criminals surfacing to get that one big TV or to steal from that one rich family almost everyone envied.

Needless to say, Peter was out often. She was a little bummed, but she wasn't mad. She could wait for him, just as she always had. Though now, she didn't have to worry about upcoming homework or projects. She could do other things instead. Like fill up her apartment with the scent of warm cookies and minty coffee. She could blast out Christmas music and dance around her kitchen all on her own. She had the apartment to herself since her mother was working.

"I ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴀʟᴏᴛ ғᴏʀ Cʜʀɪsᴛᴍᴀs. Tʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢ I ɴᴇᴇᴅ. I ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ Cʜʀɪsᴛᴍᴀs ᴘʀᴇsᴇɴᴛs ᴜɴᴅᴇʀɴᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ Cʜʀɪsᴛᴍᴀs ᴛʀᴇᴇ."

Clad in one of Peter's cozy sweaters and a pair of short shorts, She danced around her kitchen slightly, mixing up another batch of cookies. Her hair was a wild mess, sitting atop her head in a small messy bun. Her head bobbed around to the classic Mariah Carey song blasting out of her big bluetooth speaker Peter had gotten her. He'd claimed it was because he didn't want her to blow out her TV's speakers, but really it was because he hoped she'd do this with it. He knew how much she loved to bake, especially with music. He loved how happy she got- he just hated how he always missed it. He always caught her just as she was finishing up.

"I ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴏʀ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ, ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴋɴᴏᴡ. Mᴀᴋᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡɪsʜ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴇ. Aʟʟ I ᴡᴀɴᴛ ғᴏʀ Cʜʀɪsᴛᴍᴀs ɪs ʏᴏᴜ."

Before she knew it, she was singing along. She caught all the high notes, dancing around her kitchen happily, a bright smile on her face. She used her spoon as a microphone, the bowl of cookie dough completely forgotten on her counter for the moment. The coffee machine beeped, signaling that the coffee she'd been waiting on was ready, but she ignored that too. She always loved the winter months, December especially. Once December 1st rolled around she was absolutely ready for Christmas. She was ready for snowy days and late nights spent baking just about anything and everything. Her apartment always smelled of either mint, cinnamon or some mixture of chocolate and warm caramel. She was always at her happiest when she baked.

She was so into her music, she didn't notice Peter quietly sneaking out of her room. He had text her that he was on his way, and assumed that her lack of response meant that she was either showering or had called it a night already. He was surprised to hear music blaring from her kitchen when he climbed in, so he'd hurriedly slipped out of his suit and into proper clothes, thinking that her Mother might be home early tonight. He peeked out of her room, seeing just her, dancing around and singing in his sweater and some shorts. He swore his heart melted at the sight. He loved it when she stole his clothes. Sometimes he'd never get them back, but if he ever did, they always smelled of her sweet perfume and were considerably softer than he remembered.

Her happy dancing and singing was the cutest thing he'd ever seen and he found himself staring at her for a few moments. This. This right here was all his. This beautiful girl had his heart and soul and he wouldn't give it up for anything in the world. God- he loved her so incredibly much.

Biting his lip, he pulled out his phone, remaining quiet as he pressed record, thankful that his flash wasn't on at the moment.

"This is my girlfriend..", he murmured to the front facing camera, turning his body to show her in the background, having a blast, "She's gonna kill me, but it's okay. I never get to see this."

"Cᴀᴜsᴇ I ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏɴɪɢʜᴛ, ʜᴏʟᴅɪɴ' ᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ sᴏ ᴛɪɢʜᴛ. Wʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄᴀɴ I ᴅᴏ? Bᴀʙʏ, ᴀʟʟ I ᴡᴀɴᴛ ғᴏʀ Cʜʀɪsᴛᴍᴀs ɪs ʏᴏᴜ."

His heart felt so warm and full just by looking at her. Her [h/c] hair was a mess atop her head and if he wasn't so desperate to forever have a memory of her like this, he'd run up to her and kiss her all over. Having a video of this moment was the only thing that prevented him from sliding into her kitchen, scooping her up in his arms and swaying to the music with her while kissing her all over her face. He wanted to be able to look back on this moment whenever he felt like. He wasn't looking to make her 'go viral' or anything- he just loved her big bright smile and they way she moved so easily with the rhythm.

"She's really into it. This is the cutest thing ever- I love her so much.", he continued speaking to the camera, switching between front facing and rear facing camera. "I really want to kiss her but I also really want to catch every moment of this. It's like war in my head right now-"

"Peter Benjamin Parker!", she screeched out, making him jump. He hadn't realized he'd been caught.

"Oh shit- I'm dead now, it was nice knowing- did you just throw cookie dough at me?", he was still recording, zooming in on her red face with a chuckle.

"I'm going to murder you-"

"But I love you! That was so cute!"

"It was embarrassing and you got it on video- were you vlogging me?!"

"I wasn't gonna post it but- well, I'm rethinking it."

"Don't you dare! Peter!"

The rest of the video was of her chasing him and flinging balls of cookie dough, some of which he caught with his mouth, mumbling a 'Thanks, babe!' before running away from her again. Laughter and yelling filled up the entirety of her apartment, Mariah Carey's song playing on loop while she continued to chase him and throw cookie dough and pillows his way.

"You keep chasing me and you won't get me for Christmas!"

This had made her pause, looking at him confused, "What?"

"The song. Don't you want me for Christmas?"

"You dork! Hey- I'm supposed to be chasing you- put me down- no! No kisses for you- I'm trying to be mad- Peter!"

Her giggles filled his ears as he kissed all over her face, murmuring out how he loved her and how cute it all was. His heart was so full and so happy, even more so when she returned his kisses with her own.

"I love you so much, Peter. Still gonna kill you though."

"That's fine. I'll die happy.", he replied dreamily.

"Oh my god- you're such a dork!"

"A dork that you loooove.", he sang out, smiling happily when she puffed and pressed a kiss to his lips. He was quick to melt into it, savoring how she tasted like chocolate chips. It went well with the sweet taste of sugar cookie dough that was still on his tongue. His hands cradled her face, pulling her in closer for a moment before shifting to her hips. She swayed to the music, moving him with her. They hadn't really danced like this since their wonderful Prom night. True, they didn't get to dance on the dance floor like they'd hoped to but.. where they ended up dancing was infinitely better. It made for a beautiful memory that they both cherished.

"All I want for Christmas is yooouuu.", she sang softly against his lips, making him chuckle as he swayed to the music with her.

"You've absolutely got me, babe.", he replied, pecking her lips.

"Oh I know. You've got me too."

"God- I hope so, otherwise all this would be really awkward."

She laughed, and he smiled, "Hush up and kiss me you dork."

"Anything for you.", he murmured before closing the space between them.

They spent the rest of the night dancing around together and attempting (but failing) to bake some more cookies. They ended up having another food fight (that they also had to clean) and got flour everywhere. Peter also may have burned a batch or two before letting her completely take over and finish with what they had left. It wasn't much either, but it didn't matter. They had all the fun in the world that night. They laughed so hard their stomachs hurt and kissed so much they swore they bruised their lips. They had so much love for each other- it was beautiful.

Christmas time brought out the best in people sometimes- and it brought out so much love.

"Bᴀʙʏ, ᴀʟʟ I ᴡᴀɴᴛ ғᴏʀ Cʜʀɪsᴛᴍᴀs ɪs ʏᴏᴜ."

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