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Reapers & Ravens

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pairings: jordan li x oc

tw: mentions of rape (i kept it the same as in the show btw), mentions of experimental pills, erasure of memories, canon typical violence, mentions of sex, mentions of drinking, a whole lot of swearing, death/murder, RUFUS

description: the story of a girl. a girl cursed by compound v to live a life without touch.

a/n: so... this one is slightly lazier than normal sorry about that, my brain is not functioning at it's best right now... so you'll notice that i borrowed a bit more of the show's dialogue/scenes than normal. i'm going to try and be more creative next chapter i swear. hope you enjoy this chapter and lmk ur thoughts <3 asks are always open & lmk if you want to be added to the taglist.

As lightly as I possibly could I pushed Jordan slightly off me and sat up, clutching the sheet to my chest. Okay so never been in this kind of situation. Don’t freak out. Don’t freak out. Fuck yeah definitely freaking out.

I brought my hand up to my face to examine the diamond casing once again. It wasn’t fading. There was also the foreign feeling of a second power invading my brain. It felt spiky, like walking over pine needles with bare feet. I gently moved my finger over Jordan’s skin. Nothing. I felt actual skin under my nerves. Woah. The familial thrum of my power seemed to be dulled and less… itchy?

As I was examining my hand the door slammed open with a bang and two shocked faces appeared, corresponding to Andre and Cate. I felt Jordan jump up in bed next to me and clutch the sheet to their chest.

“Fuck sorry! Sorry. Wait Vic?”

“Andre! Come on. Sorry about him.” Cate said with an apologetic smile on her face as she shoved Andre away from the door and closed it behind her.

“Uh- wait Vic? What the fuck happened to your skin?” Jordan asked as she turned to me and looked at me all strangely.

“I have no idea! Look, touch me.”

“Uh, I don't think that’s a good idea.”

“Oh don’t worry I’m not going to absorb you. Here.” I offered my forearm to them and she just raised her eyebrows before slightly poking the casing with their finger.

“Woah.”

“I know right!” I said giddily and smiled up at them.

“Uh, we should probably get changed.”

“Right yup.” I turned my back to them before hearing her also shuffling in the bed. Wait… I had been so caught up with this whole weird skin deal that I didn’t realize I have no idea how I got here. I can’t even remember if I slept with Jordan or not… I mean that one is self explanatory actually.

As I felt the fear and worry start to creep up on me I also felt the tingly feeling in my brain recede and the familiar signature of my power starting to take over. Shit what had I done to keep this power this long? Wait, how did I know I could do this? The… uh something to do with Cate and Luke? Who’s Luke? I rubbed my temple with my now very normal skin.

What the fuck was going on?

“Hey Vic I think- woah what did you do to your skin?” I slightly turned to see that Jordan was now fully dressed and was holding my pair of leather gloves in their hand. She had a slightly horrified look on her face and I looked down to my hand to confirm their suspicions. The power had faded and now I could just feel glimmers of it in my brain.

“Oh, I think the power faded.”

“Huh?”

“Honestly no fucking idea. Could you pass me my shirt from over there?” I asked, pointing to the white long sleeve shirt I don’t even remember putting on.

“Yup sure.” They tossed it over to me and I sent her a grateful smile before turning back around and resuming my silent freakout.

“Uh, Jordan?”

“Yup?”

“Not to be awkward or anything but I don’t remember anything from last night.”

“Oh thank god. I don’t either.”

“Really?”

“Yes really.”

“I’m not going insane then?”

“Not unless we are both going crazy.”

“I guess we uh.” I shift my gaze back to the bed and look back at them with a smile growing on my face. A similar little smile blooms on theirs when she catches my eyes again.

“Yeah.”

I picked my way through mounds of discarded things from the party. After getting changed and having a kind of awkward goodbye with Jordan, I was trying (and failing) to find Gemma. If she even was at this party. God, how much did I have to drink last night?

Not finding Gemma anywhere I decided that the next best thing was to try and find Emma or Marie. The crisp September air bit at my exposed cheeks as I ran my hand through my messy hair. Everything seemed to be overloading my senses but strangely enough my powers were almost tamed. They weren’t desperately seeking out life forces like they usually did. Huh.

“Holy fuck Emma?” I exclaimed when I ran over to where Marie was staring similarly astonished at a, well, giant Emma who was covered by a tarp in the pool.

“Heyyy Vic.”

“Are you okay…?”

“Huh oh fine. Just need to find a place to puke.” I turned so I was staring at Marie and shrugged my shoulders.

“I think I have an idea.”

After getting Emma to a relatively normal size and getting her all cleaned up, with a bunch of random clothes and stuff we found lying around, we started scrolling through TikTok. Well Emma did most of the scrolling since my phone seemed to have disappeared from existence.

“Oh my god! You kissed Jordan!”

“Right yup.”

“And you didn’t tell us?” Marie exclaimed in an overly dramatized offended tone. Emma had a similar look of exaggerated betrayal all over her face before we all dissolved into laughter.

“Fuck off, as you’ve seen we were a little busy. And where were you last night huh Marie?”

“I was about to ask the same question.” Emma and I both stare Marie down with some of the most intense stares we can muster.

“Not answering that question.”

“Aww come on.” Emma continued scrolling as I leaned over the side of the couch, stretching my arms and making the vertebrae in my spine crack.

“Oh… shit.” I look over to where Emma had another TikTok on except this one was of her… naked. Chugging beer.

“At least you’re… trending.” Marie said in a gentle tone, trying to comfort Emma.

“For flashing my giant white ass to the world.”

“Did you know… that you could like do that?” I asked as I started picking at the clasp of my gloves. I was starting to feel restless and fidgety, something was off. It was like my power was trying to speak to me.

“Yeah I was wondering the same thing.”

“Oh uh yeah ever since the Buster Beaver incident.”

“The what? You know what, that's none of my business.”

“Trust me you do not want to know. My mom called me a monster and then made me swear to never do it again… which is why this is going straight to voicemail.” Emma answered as she held up her ringing phone and pressed decline.

“That’s really fucked Emma, I’m sorry.” I said as I leaned in and rubbed her forearm. “Welcome to the horrible parents club.” I added as she just rolled her eyes playfully and smacked my hand away. Then we proceeded to try and coerce Marie into telling us what she did last night but she quickly refuted any and all advances.

“Emma!”

“Jesus fucking Christ!” I exclaimed as I jumped slightly from my seat, in the window to the porch thing stood someone who felt vaguely familiar. He had curly brown hair and was wearing a gray jumpsuit.

“Are- are you okay?” He stuttered out before he went around the window and into the little enclosed area we were all sitting- well I was sitting in, Emma and Marie both jumped up when they realized he was coming in.

“I was totally out of line and I’m so sorry that I left, especially after you literally stopped me from doing something absolutely horrible. I-I’m fine now though, and I know this sounds kind of creepy but I was so happy to smell your vomit because it meant you got away-” He stopped in the middle of his rant when he realized that none of us had a single inkling about what he was talking about.

I felt like I could trust him though so when his gaze shifted from Emma to me, I gave him a little smile which he must have taken as an invitation that I remembered him.

“Vic? You know who I am right? We spent months together, I literally saw you last night.”

“Months? Look umm dude, I have no idea what you’re talking about. I don’t remember you at all.”

“Vic? Emma? It’s me, Sam. From Th- The Woods. You saved me.”

“Look, Sam, hey. That’s your name right? Maybe you saw us on the news, TikTok or something? Right?” Marie said, as calmly as she possibly could even though her undertone was very clearly ‘I AM SEVERELY FREAKED OUT RIGHT NOW.’

“TikTok?”

“You don’t actually know us.”

“Marie… I don’t think that’s totally true.”

“What?” Everyone turned to look at me with wide eyes, except for Sam who actually looked grateful.

“I don’t know about you two but there’s definitely something there.”

“They got to you, they made you forget.” Sam exclaimed as realization enveloped his face, but now it was my turn to be confused.

“Who are they?”

“Sam, are you running from someone? Is someone after you?” Emma asked cautiously.

“There are people at that school. People that don’t want you to know about me or the truth and you can’t trust anyone.” Why did I have a feeling that I have had this conversation before? Something was definitely up and it wasn’t a hangover.

“But we can trust you…?” I heard Marie ask incredulously.

“No, no you’re right. I’ll figure out a way for you to remember.”

“Remember what?”

“That you’re a hero. A real one.” Sam said to Emma before he disappeared as quickly as he came back in.

“Well that was fucking crazy.” Marie uttered into the now nearly silent room.

“Definitely. He’s kind of cute though.”

“You guys ready to head out then?” Marie asked as she started gathering her stuff from around the room.

“Uh not yet, you guys go ahead. I have to go find my phone.”

“Ok cool. Byeee.” They both called out as they made their way around the house and I just started looking under random piles that kind of smelt. Ugh.

The whole room contained multiple phones but none of them were mine. Fuck! I then decided to continue my search out in the woods… maybe that’s what that Sam guy was talking about. The minutes dragged on and still I couldn’t find anything. I mean it was quite literally near impossible to find- wait.

Behind what looked like a bush were a pair of sneakers sticking out, kind of like if the Wicked Witch of the East wore Converse and my phone was lying right next to one of the shoes. Ok so that’s fucking weird. I quickly jogged over, grabbed my phone and was about to turn to go when I caught a weird sparkle in the corner of my eye.

Turning around I crouched down next to the body which I had just assumed was some drunk dude who had crashed after the party. What I didn’t expect was that the man was not only not breathing but also covered in the same diamond shell that had covered my body just an hour ago.

Shit. Not again. How the fuck did I even do that? Goddammit. I pull out my phone and start dialing the number of the “clean-up” crew my dad had given me.

“Hi? Is this Bob?”

“Yes, how can we help you today?”

“There’s a mess outside of Dusty Warren’s house near Godolkin University.”

“Very well, Miss. The mess should be taken care of in the next few hours.”

“Wonderful. Thank you.”

“Of course.” The line clicks off and I take a deep breath in before my phone starts vibrating in my hand, making my already seared nerves jump.

I quickly tap the accept call button and Jordan’s voice fills my ear as I start trekking back to the house. Leaving the body with an anxious look behind me.

“Yes you answered! You found your phone then?”

“Yup, anything you need?”

“Yeah we figured something out, just wondering where you had disappeared off to.”

“Aww you don’t have to worry about me.”

“I’ll always worry about you, sweetheart.” The pet name made stupid little butterflies explode in my stomach, especially when it was said in that tone of voice.

“Flirt.” I laugh out when I suddenly spot the group all gathered, looking all serious about something. “Hey you guys.” I said as I stopped the call and everyone turned to look at me.

“Vic! I’m in awe that you’re still standing up.”

“Hey Dusty! Good to see you man.”

“You too, I’ll leave you all to it.”

“How do you know Dusty?” Andre asked as I walked over to stand next to Jordan, who looked at me with their sparkling eyes and a charming smile.

“Connections.”

“Right…”

“So what exactly have you found out?” I asked as I swapped Jordan’s drink from his hand and took a sip as they looked at me mockingly offended.

“You blacked out last night right?”

“Yup… and this has to do with what?”

“Well we all blacked out, and not just last night but the past few days as well.”

“Fuck you’re right! I literally know all of these random things but I don’t know how I got to knowing them.”

“Exactly! And look what I found.” Cate held up her phone and showed us the video of the creepy guy from…

“Isn’t that Rufus?” I asked and looked closer at the phone screen. “The dick explosion dude?” I turned to Marie who had a slightly sheepish look on her face.

“Yeah.”

“Well it’s not like he didn’t deserve it. So what’s our plan?” I say as I rub Marie’s shoulder through her shirt, she gives me a grateful smile as we make our way to the variety of chairs littering the back patio.

“Nothing really, just find the fucker and…” Jordan said as they settled down next to me on the couch.

“I- uh met him in Intro to Psych. He said he liked my gloves and… I woke up three days later in a random bed with a camera pointed at me. He saw I was awake, smiled and said: ‘Make this weird and I’ll wipe you again.’” My heart fell, of course I had had my handful of experiences with men like Rufus, as many people have but those were times that my powers protected me. God Cate.

“Holy fucking shit. Cate, did you tell anybody?” Marie asked as I saw Jordan’s hands tighten into fists on their jeans, quietly I slipped one of my hands to entwine our fingers. They rewarded me with a squeeze back and I zoned back into the conversation.

“... Rufus had me on tape consenting. It doesn’t matter, I don’t even remember it so…” I saw a few tears start coming down Cate’s face and I felt that I could fucking kill that bastard in that very moment.

“Your body fucking remembers.”

“Are you okay?” I asked as I titled my head to look at Cate more directly. Her eyes looked void, like all emotion surrounding the situation was being pushed down.

“I should have known better… and now I do. This is exactly what he does.”

“I get that he’s coming back for me for revenge but what about you guys?”

“I mean we did help…” I said as I motioned between me and Jordan, before turning to look at… Andre who wasn’t in his chair anymore.

“Where’s Andre?” Jordan asked.

“Oh shit he’s going to kill Rufus.”

“I say we let him.”

“Vic!”

“What?”

“So look I know we kind of well you know.” I smirked mischievously at Jordan as the sunlight hit their stuttering face just right. Even in the current situation he always made me feel all sparkly? Yeah, sparkly.

“You mean the fact that you said you wanted to kiss me and then we slept together?”

“Uh yeah. All I’m trying to say is that I don’t want to make this weird.”

“What do you mean by making it weird?” I asked as the smile dropped from my face. Oh no.

“Well we were high and the douchebag totally mindfucked with us.” Oh so they’re breaking up - wait no that isn’t the right word for it. We were barely in any kind of relationship!

“No god you’re totally right. Wait… that’s Rufus right? Is he talking to the dean?” I felt a strange scratching in my left shoulder, one that definitely wasn’t associated with my power because that was mostly hyperactive in my hands at the moment. Weird.

“We should go talk to her right… explain the situation?”

“Jordan, I don’t think we should talk to Shetty.”

“What do you mean?”

“I have a feeling okay? Shit.” I look down at my phone and see the familiar digits of the clean up crew. I spy Marie walking over to us and look at Jordan apologetically. “Look, why don’t you go to him with Marie, I have something I need to take care of.”

“You okay?” Jordan asked as they eyed my phone, I quickly hid the screen and smiled tightly. Today was not my day. Honestly, this week has not been my week.

“Yeah. See you in a bit? I was going to hang out with Cate later if you want you to join?” If they were going to friendzone me at least I’ll be nice about it.

“Oh sure.”

“Cool bye.” I turn and start jogging over to one of the secluded shadowed corners of the building, but not before I hear Jordan uttering a string of curses before waving Marie down.

“Yes?”

“It’s done. Payment can be sent to the established Venmo.”

“Thank you.”

“No, thank you.” The line clicks off and I start figuring out the charges with a sigh. I wish things were different.

I walk into my dorm room with a defeated goran and sink down into Gemma’s bean bag as she looks up from where she was doing her nails.

“Finally. I thought you died or something.”

“Why didn’t you text me?”

“Because I knew you lost your phone after you went all diamondy.” She said as I cracked open my eyelids to look at her now black hair.

“Your hair?”

“Yeah I change it a lot, you should probably get used to that.”

“Honestly I think any hair you choose would look good on you.”

“Aww thank you. So how was your night?”

“You didn’t stay?”

“Nah, parties are like my thing usually but with the whole Emma thing I’ve kind of been exhausted.”

“Wait what Emma thing?”

“Uh I actually have no idea. Wait, I wanted to ask about that. Do you also have weird ass gaps in your memory?” She asks as she brings up her hand to scratch at her left shoulder.

“Yeah we all do.”

“We as in…”

“Cate, Jordan, Andre, Marie and Emma. We think it was Rufus.”

“Eww that guy?”

“Yeah that guy.”

“Fucking hell.”

“So… I thought you should know that I slept with Jordan.”

“WHAT?” I jumped from her insanely loud shriek and let out a laugh when my heart beat went back to normal.

“Yeah… but then they kind of got all friendzoney with me this morning. I don’t know what to do.”

“Well, do you like them?”

“Yes, of course I do. They’re like my first actual crush in a while, but now I’m thinking that maybe it’s about my powers. Like what if they don’t want to be with me cause I might accidentally kill them? We also can’t really do physical intimacy! I have no idea how I did that last night.”

“Woah, that’s a lot and maybe you should unpack some of that in therapy but did you ever think that maybe it’s also something that they are dealing with. Have you explicitly told them that you like them?”

“Well not really. I did tell them that I really wanted to kiss them though.”

“Jesus Christ, Jordan isn’t a mind reader! At least I don’t think they are, you never really know with supes. Anyway… what I mean is that you need to tell them or else how will you ever get out of whatever situationship you currently have going on.”

“God Gem you’re literally the best. Thank you.”

“Of course! That’s what best friends are for. Plus I’m just that great.”

“Yeah you are.”

I sat cuddled up next to Cate under a mound of blankets as we watched some of Soldier Boy’s old movies. It was nice to just have a moment to stop in the midst of all this fucking chaos.

“Ok you have to say, even if he did kill Queen Maeve, Soldier Boy is one fine ass man.” Cate said as she took a sip of the wine bottle we were passing between us.

“Yes, thank you, someone agrees!. I mean those muscles and that face.”

“I know right. I’m so glad Andre and Jordan aren’t here to hear us right now.” We burst out laughing and focused back on the movie when the door was harshly pulled open and I looked back to see Marie with a frantic look painted all over her face.

“Cate? Vic? Do you know where Andre is?”

“Marie? Holy fuck are you okay? Here come in.” Cate said as she jumped up from her seat and I picked up to pause the remote on the interrogation scene. The door closed behind Marie and I joined the pair after pushing off all the blankets. That’s when I noticed it. There was blood coming down from near Marie’s collarbone.

“I am not okay. Everything has gone to hell! I know how this sounds but… they put trackers in us.” Marie’s distressed voice dropped to a whisper at the end of her statement.

“What the fuck do you mean trackers?” I asked as I subconsciously brought my hand up to my left collarbone.

“Here, sit down. Who the fuck is they? Did Sam come back?” Cate asked as Marie sat down on one of the black cushioned chairs. My head was spinning, something felt way too familiar, almost as if this situation had happened before. Trackers?

“I- I don’t know but…” Marie opened up her hand and in her palm, in a pool of blood laid the tracker. All broken but very recognizably a tracker. Jesus Christ.

“This was in my neck.”

“Oh my god.” Fuck the room was starting to wobble, my power was thrumming in warning. Something was really, really wrong.

“I think this is way bigger than what we thought it was, I think something really fucked happened to us and now… I think Dean Shetty is a part of it.”

“Do I have one too?” Cate asked frantically as she pulled her hair back. Marie extended her arm and started to do whatever she could do with her powers. I was so focused on my own thrumming in my brain that I didn’t notice when Cate enveloped Marie’s forearm with her hand and put her other hand on my cheek. Instead of human skin I felt her power coursing through her, my own was trying to fight against it but it strangely surrendered.

I felt so damn weak, my eyelids fluttered close and I let out a harsh breath before feeling myself collapse. Fuck.

I blinked my eyes open as a yawn left my mouth. The side of my head was nuzzled against Cate’s shoulder and I saw the end credits rolling on Red Thunder.

“Hey you’re awake.”

“Shit I’m sorry I fell asleep on you.”

“Oh don’t worry about it. How are you feeling?”

“Fine, much more relaxed. I can’t believe I didn’t finish the movie though.”

“Eh, even if Soldier Boy is hot, he’s not the greatest actor.”

“Agreed. I’ve got to go meet Jordan but I’ll see you later?”

“Of course.” A sad smile blossomed on Cate’s face that made me furrow my eyebrows.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, fine. I promised to go see Andre so…”

“Oh yeah I’ll leave. Thanks for the movie and nap Cate!” I said as I started exiting into the hallway.

“Anytime.” I smiled and waved as the door shut behind me and I turned to go down the hallway when I realized Jordan popped up from their seat on the floor and smiled over at me.

“Hi.”

“Hi. You really didn’t have to wait for me.”

“What? Of course I did. Plus I was having a good conversation with Maverick.”

“Nice.”

“Yeah.”

“So… I know I said that this whole thing was sort of a big misunderstanding but I was wrong and I would really love to-”

“Wait, backup a minute Jordan. When did we talk about this?”

“What do you mean? When we were looking for Rufus and you had to take a phone call?”

“What phone call? And Rufus?”

“Holy fuck, he fucking wiped you again.”

“Did what again?”

“I’m going to murder that motherfucker.”

“Woah Jordan, not that I’m always willing to help with any murderous tendencies that you may be harboring but what are you talking about?”

“Do you remember today at all?”

“Uh I mean I remember- what the fuck? I remember bits but…”

“Yeah, that's what I thought.” She started walking off down the hallway as I stood there baffled. My power thrummed in warning.

“Wait! Jordan. I’m coming with you.”

We were back at Dusty’s house. This day was feeling really fucking off and strangely cyclical. I followed behind Jordan and was busy texting everyone after Marie had joined our little expedition and somehow took out fucking trackers from our collarbones. When we got to the double set of doors, Jordan, very hotly, pushed through them and strode into the room.

“Rufus… time for a chat.” Marie and I followed behind Jordan and saw a rather terrified looking Rufus standing with a can of something and a slice of pizza in his hands.

“Look I haven’t done shit! Why the fuck do you guys keep stalking me?” Then Rufus decided to do the idiotic thing and tried to start running, Jordan created a force blast that sent him into the wall and Marie pulled him towards us. I started taking off my gloves and crouched down next to him… but not too close, didn’t want to get affected by his fucking pheromones or whatever.

“Hi there Rufus. I heard you decided to fucking wipe me again, which is honestly not a very nice thing to do. So if you don’t mind please answer Jordan’s questions or you will die a slow and painful death as I suck out the living energy out of every single one of your tiny cells one by one.” I said with a saccharine voice and a smirk on my face.

“Why did you wipe Vic and Marie again?” Jordan asked from behind me.

“Ok Jesus, fine, you crazy fucking bitch.”

“Wrong answer.” I start to inch my fingers closer to his face as his eyes grow wider and wider.

“Sorry! Oh god please don’t kill me. I swear I have been here all night, I have no idea how I would have had time to wipe you. My powers involve being close. Please, I swear on my life. Look Dusty! Ask him.” I looked up to see that Dusty was doing a hit of some kind of powder.

“Yeah man, I mean I’m pretty hopped up right now but that seems about right.”

“Fine, that just means I don’t get to kill you tonight.” I said as I stood back up and walked over to Jordan and Marie, who had mirroring looks of awe and in Jordan’s case, maybe a little bit of lust.

“That doesn’t mean you’re innocent though.” Jordan said as she held up the little device we each had in us.

“What the fuck is that?”

“It was implanted in our fucking necks!” We then heard vibrating from Marie’s phone and the second I turn to look at her, I hear Jordan shift behind me and push Rufus back into the fucking wall before ambling towards him.

“Ok wait a second. Jordan chill. Let me do this.” I said as I grabbed the arm of their coat and once seeing his nod, I turned towards Rufus and narrowed my eyes. I lean my hand towards his neck as he tried to get away when-

“It’s not him! It’s Cate.” I pull my hand away from Rufus and look over to Marie who was holding up her phone like a lifeline. Just as I was about to open my mouth to respond a loud bang was heard and a beer cask was thrown through the door and into Rufus. Following the metal cask Andre stormed into the room, making his way directly towards Rufus.

“Andre! Andre!”

“Calm down.”

“Wait, wait, wait.”

“Move the scumbag is mine.” Andre starts throwing a pair of gardening shears towards Rufus as we all try to run in front of him to make him stop.

“It was Cate!” Marie screams, making Andre stop in his tracks and look at us incredulously.

“Bullshit. Cate would never do something like that, she’s not a monster.” He sends a trowel this time and I’m almost tempted to reach out to stop him when I realize I had abandoned my gloves on the carpeted floor.

With so much temptation my power was itching like crazy under my skin, I knew I didn’t have the pills on me since I had left them on my bedside table after taking them a few hours ago. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“Andre, they're right.” Cate’s soft voice echoes through the room as we all turn to look at her as she steps through the rubble. Andre has his arm outstretched as he holds a shovel close to Rufus’ throat.

“What?” Andre drops the shovel with a metallic bang and looks back at Cate.

“I’ve only ever wanted to help and protect you, I just wanted to make things better.” She smoothes her hands over Andre’s temples and they stay there for a few seconds before Andre stumbles back and looks at Cate with utmost betrayal.

“Andre, please you have to understand-”

“You are a fucking monster.”

Jordan puts an arm around my shoulders as we watch Andre walk away as Cate stands there crying. My power echoes in warning. Fuck. What did she do to us?

A few hours earlier…

“I want the girl. Marie. She doesn’t know the full scope of her powers yet.”

“You aren’t the only one interested in her, you know? She has a benefactor, which means she is off limits to you.” Shetty starts to walk away from Cardosa when his second request makes her stop.

“What about Victoria? I never finished with her.”

“Huh now that…”

The conversing voices fade into whispers as the sounds of crying and screaming intensify.

this is really not my best work UGH i apologize. also i barely edited this so if there are spelling mistakes pls lmk i will be eternally grateful

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one-black-rotary-phone · 8 months

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Just heard there might be a tbp 2 and my tbp phase is coming back full force 😭😭 but I was wondering if you could do platonic Gwen Headcanons of being her best friend? She was so funny in the movie with her cursing💀💀 definitely my fav character

Being Gwen's Best Friend Headcanons

Okay I really just disappeared huh. Like, for at least a month, right? So, life happened (woah, crazy, right? I was like "whaaaat????") and I haven't been writing in ages. Also my interest in TBP evaporated and I wasn't on Tumblr for ages so y'know. I'm still not really in the Gwen headspace right now but I'm doing my best.

Anyways Gwen is best girl and thank you for your patience in me getting this done.

Also TBP 2??? Huh???

Not proofread! This is short lol

TW for abuse (her home life), death/suicide (her mother, y'know), bullying/violence, swearing, kidnapping

Gwen is hard to befriend. She's pretty reserved, closed-off - all that stuff. It's not impossible by any means, but it's not easy. You can slowly build up conversation with her, whether it be waiting at a bus stop or at lunch. Or, you can befriend Finney first and get to know her through him (the longer but easier option).

Either way, it'll be awkward at first. She won't really say much to you, and if you catch her in a bad mood she'll snap at you very quickly. You better be prepared to take the load of her cussing and curses. But as long as you keep coming back to her (provided you aren't annoying about it), she'll warm up to you.

Once you are friends, she's still pretty reserved around you. Gwen is not one to spill her secrets so easily. Sure, you probably already knew about her mother's suicide and her father's abusive actions, but it's not like she's the one telling you about it. That's saved for when you're closer.

And only when you are at that best friend level will she tell you anything. When she does tell you, it's very quiet and bare-bones. She doesn't go into detail about it all, because why would she? She's not that kind of person, and it's forcing her to relive the trauma. Honestly, the only reason she'd tell you about it is because she's needing help.

Speaking of help, you two have sleepovers at your house all the time to get her out of the house. It's better if Finney is there, but that may not be possible (and he may not be comfortable if you're not friends). You two gossip about school, play traditionally girly games (even if you're not a girl! She'll force you into it), and stay up late giggling about whatever comes to mind. Once the sleepover is over, though, you always remember to send her off with some encouragement or advice.

Other "fun" activities you indulge in include beating the shit out of Finney's bullies. Gwen won't force you to help her shoo them away, but she will complain about having to do it all on her own. Which is fair. I mean, she's at max a ten-year-old kid; she can't be expected to be beating up people at least three years older than her in a group. If you are a fighter, though, and don't mind getting some blood on your hands, don't hesitate to join in to send a message. (That's a lie; please don't hurt people I can't condone violence).

But once the kids start going missing is when things really start to shake up. First is was Griffin, someone I headcanon Gwen is good acquaintances/semi-friends with. It freaks her out, obviously, but even more because she was one of the few people who knew him well enough to ever consider him a friend. She goes to you for support in that moment, so you best be prepared to give it to her. Still, she manages to remain relatively calm--just concerned.

But as more kids go missing, Gwen--just like all the other kids in the neighbourhood-- starts to get more anxious. I have to stress that she's still a pretty calm kid in these situations, but that doesn't stop it completely. You have to have a good eye at reading people, because she's someone who tries to cover everything up. You have to remind her again and again not to bottle everything up or else she might just metaphorically explode.

And that is definitely true once Finney goes missing. Gwen spirals, as would anyone. She's in desperate need of a friend, and you need to help her out. The school counselor is not enough, and they've got other things to deal with, too. To be honest, most of the support relies on you (and her few other friends, too). It sucks, but it's really the only thing she knows to do. It's not like she can go to her father for support, anyways.

#the phone rings #tbp #the black phone #tbp hcs #tbp headcanons #the black phone headcanons #tbp x reader #the black phone x reader #the black phone x you #gwen blake #tbp gwen #the black phone gwen #abuse tw #death tw #suicide tw #bullying tw #violence tw #swearing tw #kidnapping tw

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inkedmyths · 1 year

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S1: E18 “Something Wicked This Way Comes”

Brought to you by Trade Anon, who started playing Cold Steel thanks to my influence. This one goes out to you, bestie

This episode featuring: Copious Shakespeare quotes, sick children, retail, and Dean’s guilt complex

Uh oh praying baby child. Never a good start

And thou, all-shaking thunder, Strike flat the thick rotundity o' the world!

Oh a spooky claw

NO NOT THE BABY CHILD

[ Shark has never seen Supernatural, and has no idea what's happening. They are imagining a disembodied Jurrasic Park raptor claw dismembering a child. This is not what happens, but it sure is one hell of a mental image. ]

Tis one of the weird sisters

Dean you're one to talk. You're also a smartass

"I'm the oldest which means I'm always right" LMAO DEAN

Oh? The park is empty? What's up with that?

Ohhh uh oh a bunch of kids are sick?

Oh I see its a spreading illness

Who are we impersonating today?

BIKINI INSPECTOR?

Dean I somehow don't think that's going to work

Damn ok I guess

WEIRD SISTER!!

Oh they're impersonating the CDC

Real Hansel and Gretel moments huh

Breaking and enteriiiing

Aha spooky handprint

OH BABY DEAN?? FLASHBACK???

[ Aspen also has little to no context, and is imagining a flashback like that one scene in Ratatouille. This is... not completely incorrect? ]

Oh baby Dean is still a sassy little shit

Little Sam....

Okaaaay interesting interesting

A strega?

A WITCH

Thats a lie Dean

NOT THIS RUNNING JOKE AGAIN. NO

Two Queens jesus christ

[ Crepe says it only gets worse. This is deeply upsetting to me. ]

Dean taking care of tiny Sam :(

They are so tiny...

Shtriga

Okay they're sucking out life force

Dean.... Dean buddyyyyy

Fair is foul, and foul is fair; Hover through the fog and filthy air

Sneaking around a hospitaaaal

Its not this old woman that would be too easy. They're just pointing a gun at some random lady

Lmao yep. Sorry ma'am

When shall we three meet again? In thunder, lightning, or in rain?

Yet another shitty Halloween decoration come to life, this time its one of the crones

LMAO SAMS LOSING IT AT DEAN

Uh oh the little brother

THE WINDOW YET AGAIN

Ah yes parallels with Dean again

WOAH MY AUDIO GOT SO DYSYNCED

[ We now take an intermission. A long one. This is because I had to go to work. Yay, retail. ]

1893... Heidecker??? OH THE DOCTOR

Right Michael...

[ Crepe freaks out, before I explain its the kid. I can only assume this means there is another character later named Michael. Jonny Sims Syndrome. ]

Dean?? Dean guilt complex???

Ohhh no bby Dean went to the Arcade and something happened right

AHA IT WENT FOR SAM

Oh ok so John shot it...

Ahhh so Dean feels guilty abt the incident years later bc he left and put Sam in danger...

Aha I get it now

Sam is RIGHT Dean u were only a kid

Oh poor Michael having this explained to him. Poor baby child

Ohhh he saw it..... :(

Poor baby boy I want to hug him

"You're a big brother? You'd take care of your little brother, do anything for him?"

"I would."

Man.

When the hurly-burly’s done, When the battle’s lost and won.

By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes

Look at them ugly ass moldy carrot fingers

OH SHIT IT MOVED

OHHH IT ATTACKING SAM ew gross

Get its ass Dean

"You okay little brother?"

Ew its deflating. Gross

Yaaaay all the kiddos are good

"Sometimes I wish I could have that kind of innocence."

"If it means anything, sometimes I wish you could too."

Yaaay ok ep over

Winchester Patented Guilt Complex (WPGC)

Very interesting insight into Dean as a person. Not his fault tho, he was a kid.

#on the highway to superhell #yes i spent half of this ep quoting shakespeare. dont worry about it.#supernatural #spn

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olivereactsaboutgarbage · 1 year

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Higurashi When They Cry - Watanagashi Chapter 4

Please stand still during the process.

Here’s something for you to read while you’re standing still: Here’s something for me to read while you’re standing still: A chapter that starts off with the club doing “P.E.” by which Keiichi means “stupid curriculumless bullshit”. This naturally results in Kaiji Joke Part 17. Just kidding, that would be stale and predictable. Toddler 02 is planning on having the main plot happen soon instead.

A bunch of exposition about stuff the audience already knows happens without voice acting. It’s super cool!! Also, Toddler 02 needs to carry heavy objects around or she’ll die. In response to learning about this, Keiichi’s voice actor leans right into the microphone and snorts as a show of solidarity. Mion decides to kill him for this.

Later, Mion and Rena tell Keiichi he’s a good person, which makes Keiichi mad, which makes the teacher mad. Rena says that every single Higurashi character is a tsundere, which prompts an elaborate daydream from Keiichi about getting murdered by Toddler 01. Huh. Okay

What a freak, I hope Toddler 01 murders him.

Hmm... this again. Maybe it truly is deeply relevant if it’s recurring.

Ah, Epic. Or something. Maybe.

Try accepting people as they are next time, jackass. :)

Actually, Keiichi just wants Rena to be deredere, not any kind of ridiculous subtype. Rena feels slightly awkward about this whole thing.

Keiichi’s important key which played an integral role in one of the first arc’s Kaiji Jokes is now yet another excuse for him to interact with Shion. I wonder when Keiichi’s important key will be relevant to the horror-mystery section of an arc.

...Actually, come to think of it, this arc is way less murder-centric than the first one. I guess there’s no need for it to have an early hook, since it’s for people who were already hooked.

Keiichi wants this Shion interaction to have Rena in it so as to vary up the character dynamics, but Rena is busy with Dad Duty. Hmm... another dad... I wonder if Rena’s dad has as much negative energy as Keiichi’s dad...

Keiichi is heterosexual as always, but this time it’s 10% less stupid while also being 10% more stupid. So it evens out to not being that noteworthy. What IS noteworthy is that instead of interacting with Shion, he ends up interacting with bicycle punks, because he has no impulse control.

Wait, this looks exactly like the Pronouns Meme. Is this the Pronouns Meme? I see... Keiichi’s life is intertwined with his schoolteacher’s life by deeply powerful dark forces... good for him! Remember to always allow deeply powerful dark forces to intertwine your life with the lives of others, and your social skills will be enriched greatly in a fantastic way. Unless the dark forces are neither from The Outer Turn nor Outer Turn-approved, in which case, you should do battle against them.

Anyway, the bicycle punks get suppressed by groupthink or something.

Huh? Keiichi, this obviously isn’t “Mion’s usual self”. Don’t use your words so carelessly next time.

Woah... this cop is scary... he has shapeshifting vocal cords... that’s really dangerous, I think...

OMG it’s Ooishi!! Now all we need is Camera and this arc will have the whole gang!

Shion and Ooishi are friends. Friends. “Friends.” The kind who would engage in a cordial handshake while oozing foul energy.

Bro... how disarmingly tactless...

Anyway, it is now time for the two of them to be indoors rather than outdoors. What adventures await them within a building...? I dunno...!

Shion wants Keiichi to be her rescuer as a show of reciprocity. Ah, and an imaginary version of Keiichi rescued an imaginary version of Shion just now. Therefore, an imaginary version of Shion needs to rescue an imaginary version of Keiichi soon.

Ah, you’re talking about Higurashi: When They Cry.

OMG... he’s capable of growth and change. The kids are gonna be alright <3

-_-

WHICH ONE, SPIDER-MAN? CHOOSE!!!

Keiichi would choose Shion, but he doesn’t want to say that out loud. Luckily, Shion is a young girl and can thusly read the blue text.

Haha! Worrying!

Uhhhh is Keiichi saying it would have been less weird if it were Rena or Toddler 01 in place of Shion, or in place of the Groupthink Goons? Because my brain leapt to the former conclusion but the former conclusion doesn’t make any sense.

Anyway, Shion is apparently sick of how this arc isn’t about murder and thusly doesn’t have a hook, so she’s delivering more arc-old exposition now. I guess I would be sick of it too if it was MY arc.

Oh wait, so the dam project wasn’t targeted anti-Hinamizawa discrimination, it was just mean in an unbiased way. Did I know that before? If I did, I definitely forgot at some point.

*laugh track*

After the exposition is done, Keiichi decides to not be scared. How out-of-character. This truly is a new timeline or whatever the lore explanation is.

Oh, she didn’t bother saying “I told you, I’m Shion” this time.

Next, Keiichi watches Jeopardy or something. Shion calls him on the phone, so he tells her he’s still not interested in Kaiji Joke Part 17, but she doesn’t care. She only cares about offering him employment as a guy who eats pudding or something. Well, eating pudding is a pretty prestigious job. Everything Everywhere All at Once couldn’t have gotten made without a guy who eats pudding. Oh, also she invites him out on a date.

What a sinister character.

Wishful thinking.

Keiichi’s last sentiment in the chapter is that he should thank Shion directly ASAP. Well that’s not ominous?

Meanwhile, in Side Story Land...

Ooishi, as always, has the second-strongest Protagonist Powers besides Keiichi. How come the Protagonist Powers always go to the people who least deserve them?

Ooishi reveals that he doesn’t actually hate bicycle punks, he hates people who hate bicycle punks, and all his police business was lies.

Uh... that’s terrifying.

Anyway, I hope Ooishi spends this arc as an evil overlord, with these bicycle punks as his minions. That’d be funny.

Oh, Ooishi is a demon for real-for real, huh? “When Mion’s right, she’s right” as they say.

#IT TURNS OUT #higurashi #when they cry #is what i'm consuming

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allow me to ask you again then lmao: have you read any kate fics that made you happy with so much cuteness, giggling and rolling around? you could say some of yours, yes, but I've already read and reread them 😭 kshskakgkwk I imagine you casually eating something after you've written the gayest or most sinful thing in the world, even both at the same time- woah wait, at the last minute you literally become the flash, but in the writer version, right??? I'm so honored that you have something of mine on your wall 👀 I think it can be both lmao.

look at us, disagreeing again. OKAY I take it back, glad you're going to spill more of these obvious thoughts. yeah, I like doing this as much as you like having me as your only star.

the moment I read “Crybaby” I thought you were talking about melanie martinez and I was like ???? you must have been taken by surprise, right? jdjskksk It was cute and the fact that it was on the 19th still reinforces my thought that this is so fuckin' cool 😙

SORRY BUT I thought you were going to say that you use Instagram to get bullied for those football pics lmao. I'm going to stop making fun of this and I'm going to be sad for you from now on, I'm sorry, don't tell this to the jury 😶 but... but we're the same age. no, it's not a conservative belief kwhsjkaqk I was saying this in relation to other topics in general. but it's literally not their fault, it's the parents' fault, which doesn't make things any better either.

it seems like you also have a great sense of judgment to be saying that. just letting you know 😌

sorry lmfao it's funny to say that... I'll probably do it more often. and your brain takes some breaks? when you're sleeping it doesn't count. STOP LMAO with just TWO names you convinced me to watch something more easily than anyone else has ever done. my smile disappearing with the “subtext” part. I THINK YOU SHOULD GIVE ME ANOTHER STAR WITH A MORE ELABORATED APOLOGY!!! kdhakakak good to know, I did my best on this one, and it was definitely not for that reason. nuh-uh.

– 🌟

the way i knew you were going to ask this again and i still couldn't come up with anything but my own fics. i feel like such a narcissist right now lmao. i also doubt i’ll be able to come up with a fic that isn't written by the authors i put on my recommended list a while ago. aksksjsjsj yeah, that happens very often. i’ll write my filthy gay smut and then i’ll go into the kitchen to make my dinner as if nothing happened. LITERALLY, i freak out and then my fingers fly across the keyboard at superspeed. you should be honored ☺️

mhmm, you want to tell me more about how glad you are? 👀 i- you know what? i’ll let this one slide this time.

you- i didn't wear my Crybaby shirt in honor of you today for you to mix tegan and sara up with melanie martinez. [picture of me and my cool shirt not included, btw] my heart stopped in a very literal way that day. i guess i’ll have no other choice than agree since you still haven't changed your mind about it being cool.

alsksjjsjsjs yes, that too but i prefer not to think about it 😐 the jury is very aware of you bringing this up and it will affect their future decisions. …my darling star, did you miss the part where i said exceptions exist? i’d love to know what these more conservative beliefs are ‘cause i can't think of any rn. i agree with that. but also, i was a kid once so i know it's not always the parents who are at fault.

i think you might be right 😁

you've got to stop describing it as funny, smh. hey, sleeping does count! it's like the only break i get nowadays. i knew it would work! thank me later. i mean, it's very obvious subtext so it may as well just be text. I KNEW IT WOULDN’T TAKE LONG FOR YOU TO ASK FOR ANOTHER STAR! don't take advantage of my kindness 👀 uh-huh, i guess i’ll believe you.

#rubix replies #🌟

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maxfoxdbh · 3 years

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Shy

Connor x Reader

Summary: Connor is curious as to why you act so uncomfortable around him.

Mutual Pining

Connor is whipped

Gender neutral reader

Deviant! Connor

Pretty chill, no warnings ❤️

💫💫💫

Connor had caught feelings for you.

He wasn't completely sure what those feelings were or what they meant, but they were certainly there.

It was a new kind of feeling. Sure, he had developed a fondness for Hank and for Sumo, but this was different.

Understanding his emotions was a constant struggle. He wasn’t sure what was going on, but he did know that he wanted to be around you,

like, all the time.

He couldn’t say that you felt similarly. Connor had begun to notice how nervous you’d get when he approached you or made small talk.

He had considered many possibilities as to why you were so panicked by him. Perhaps you were afraid of him. Maybe you valued your personal space and time, and didn’t like him interfering with it, or maybe you simply didn’t like him.

Either way, all he knew for certain was that his presence made you uncomfortable.

It was a little bit upsetting, if he was being honest, considering the fact that all he wanted to do was be around you.

Nevertheless, he tried to be polite and smile a lot. Hopefully, that would make you feel more comfortable.

“Good morning, y/n,” He nodded gently, pausing at your desk.

Your face reddened as you looked up at his smiling face, “Oh- Hi- Goodmorning!”

Stress levels rising...

35%^

40%^

45%^

Connor gave you another happy nod and continued on his way, knowing that it was best not to make you freak out.

Once you were out of sight, he huffed, sitting next to Lieutenant Anderson.

“Oh, someone’s not having the best day, huh?” He scoffed, shaking his head.

“Lieutenant,” Connor said sternly, “is there a reason why y/n doesn’t like me?”

Hank cocked an eyebrow, “What do you mean?”

“Y/n doesnt seen to enjoy my company.” He mumbled. “How can I- What would make them less uncomfortable around me?”

“They’re... Uncomfortable?” Hank repeated.

“Yes. Extremely so,” Connor nodded, “Their stress levels rise whenever I come near them.”

“Uh huh,” Hank nodded slowly, immediately understanding what was going on, “and this upsets you because...?”

“Because I want them to like me.” Connor deadpanned.

“Mhm, yeah,” Lieutenant Anderson fought a grin, “and why is that?”

“What?...” He mumbled, looking off, “I don’t know.”

“I see,” Hank nodded, pretending to be deep in thought, “well, you should probably ask them.”

“What?”

“If you’re wondering why you make them uncomfortable,” he said, “you should just ask.”

Oh, yes. He hadn’t even thought about that.

That would solve his question quickly and affectively.

“Thank you, Lieutenant.” He stood up.

“Oh, you’re going right now.”

“Yes.” Connor nodded, turning away.

He was fairly nervous that you’d freak out by his asking, that your stress levels would rise quickly and you’d panic.

If that happened, he’d back off.

Asking was worth a try, at least.

“Hello,” He deadpanned, standing in front of your desk.

You blinked, eyes wide, “Hey, what’s up?” You flushed.

He swallowed and pulled a chair over to sit beside you, making your stress levels rise substantially.

Connor turned to you with narrowed eyes, “I was wondering why you dislike me.”

You blinked, face red, “Dislike?”

“Yes,” He said, looking away, “whenever I come near you, your heart rate increases to nearly double its original state.”

“O-oh,” you avoided eye contact, “that’s not really...”

“We’ve been friends for quite a while.” Connor said, frowning, “And I like you very much. I just want to know what I did to make you hate me so much.”

“Woah,” You said, holding your hands up, “no, no I don’t hate you, Connor!”

“Oh,” His LED turned yellow, “Could it be that I frightened you?”

“No,” You sighed. How could you possibly tell him the truth?

It’s cuz I’m in love with you

“I just get embarrassed easily around you.” You said. Well, it wasn’t a lie.

“Is there something I do in particular that embarrasses you?” Connor asked. “If so, I’ll stop right away.”

“No,” You reached out, touching his arm. You felt a nervous jolt pass up through your hand and your heart pounded harder, “No, it’s not you, Connor.”

The android frowned, feeling defeated. He’d learned next to nothing, and you seemed to be withholding the real reason why you were anxious around him.

“What would make you feel the most comfortable, y/n?” He asked, tilting his head at you with a sorrowful expression, “If my being around you makes you nervous, then... I’ll stay out of your way. It’ll be like I’m not even here. I really like being around you specifically, but-”

“Me specifically?” You asked.

“Yes,” He nodded, “when I talk to you or sit near you or look at you, I get a pleasant feeling.” He looked up at the ceiling in thought, “In fact, I’d rather be around you than anyone else.”

“Connor,” Your face became red. He looked off into space, thinking about his emotions, “Connor, that’s how I feel too.”

“It is?” He asked, whipping his head to look at you, “but I thought-”

“I get nervous because... I don’t know, because I’m embarrassed.”

“You don’t have to be embarrassed to feel that way,” Connor insisted, “Especially since I feel the same about you.”

“I’m not sure if it’s... Exactly the same, Con...” You smiled softly, “I think about you all the time.”

“So I do.” He said quickly, “I’m not sure why, but you’re among my thoughts all day. You specifically. When I’m working or... When I’m walking Sumo, or when I’m powering off for the night, or when I walk into work... I always think about you, pleasant thoughts.”

“You do?” You asked quietly.

“Yes,” Connor opened his mouth to speak and his cheeks turned light blue, “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be creepy.”

“You’re not!” You insisted, smiling, “In fact, it makes me happy hearing about it.”

Connor smiled back. Your stress levels were dropping substantially.

“What kind of things do you think about me?” You asked.

“What kind of things?” He repeated, “Well, all sorts of things, I suppose. Things like... Wondering what your favorite color is or looking at you and wondering what you’re thinking or,” He paused, cheeks blue.

“What is it?”

Connor shook his head. “It’ll sound strange.”

“I’m sure it won’t,” You smiled.

“I... Wonder about the feeling,” He admitted, avoiding your eyes, “I wonder what it is. I’m not very good at identifying my own emotions, so anything new is quite puzzling. I suppose... It’s happiness? But it’s stronger than that, broader. I just want to be around you all of the time,” Connor finally met your gaze with a shrug, “I suppose that’s sort of bizarre.”

“No,” You shook your head with a smile, feeling a budding warmth in your chest, “No, it’s not bizarre at all.”

#dbh fanfic #dbh #dbh north #dbh markus #dbh hank #dbh ralph #dbh simon #dbh connor #dbh nines #detroit become human #connor x reader #connor rk800 #rk800 x reader #gender neutral reader #x reader #dbh connor x reader

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funkys-pen · 2 years

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“Oohhh!!! That soulmate au where any writing on their arms shows up on the others arm!!! And they end up complaining about each other to each other until one of them finally realizes” [prompt via @mothman-files]

word count: 1056 | warnings: none ! | overall: fwhip/jimmy, soulmate au :D

Hello?

woah?? hello???

Hi.

Im your soulmate.

what??? no way

Yes way.

this is so weird, what?

Were you not expecting this? Eventually I mean

no?

how’s this even work?

When I write on my arm it shows up on yours. And vice versa

oh??

I take it soulmates aren’t a big thing in your culture.

i guess not

Thats fine. Its mainly a human thing.

and yet here i am

and yet here you are

how have you been?

Sorry. I felt you write something but I didnt see it. Ive been really busy.

it’s alright.

i just asked how you are :)

Aw.

Ive been fine. You?

same here.

I know its been a while again. Im sorry. Lots of family stuff.

I probably wont be back for a while. Have a good day though

all good. i hope everything turns out alright.

2.5 per star

3 stars

7.5 hearts per rocket

2 rockets bare

what murder am i witnessing?

Im sorry I forgot you could see this

you’re fine, you’re fine

been like… a couple years, i get it.

you’re definitely plotting murder though, whats up with that?

Ugh. Just this guy.

Hes annoying as hell.

so you’re killing him?

yeah.

okay. fair

whatd he do to you anyways?

Not much today.

He doesnt really do much, hes just irritating and its funny when hes mad.

i think i’m about to learn my soulmate’s a massive prick.

Me? No, never.

Yeah, a little bit.

i might be ready to plot a murder myself

Oh? Do tell

this smug twit. he took something of mine and cgod i hate this guy.

Whatd he take?

idk if i can tell you that.

something really important to me.

Secrets, secrets.

Whyd he take it?

hell if i know.

to be a twit.

He sounds like an ass.

he is.

Best of luck. Kill him slowly and terribly for me.

i will.

i think i just made a really big mistake.

i’m sorry. i know its late

Its fine. Me too actually.

what’d you do?

Dont think I can say.

me neither.

if you do something, and you know the consequences, but you’re just so angry that you don’t really realize the severity

does that make you a bad person?

I dont think so.

why not?

I guess its all about intent in the end, right?

You didnt really mean to do what you did.

But maybe thats just wishful thinking cause I sort of did the same thing.

huh.

Not quite, I mean. I wasnt really angry. I just didnt expect everything to happen like it did. I probably shouldve.

i get it

Or maybe were both just assholes.

maybe. we’re destined for each other for a reason.

Right.

I need to go to bed. If I can.

alright. rest well.

I’ll try. You too.

by the way, did i tell you i got my thing back?

the thing he stole from me.

Oh good :) Congrats

what's your name anyways?

Oh I definitely cant tell you that

aw, come on

No seriously. Youll know exactly who I am.

what are you, a celebrity?

Something like that

How about you, what’s your name?

well now im worried about saying mine.

What are you, a celebrity?

i mean sort of??

its a really generic name but i feel like it + the things i’ve told you would clue you off

especially if you know my empi

ignore that

Wait

No chance

ignore that ignore that

Youre an emperor?

Who are you?

dammit

Wait

Oh for fucks sake.

what?

hello?

look, i’m sorry if that freaked you out or something but

Its not that, christ.

I mean it kind of is, I guess

Ugh.

Hi Jimmy

there it is

hi.

you’re not a citizen are you

no one out of the codlands calls me jimmy

and we don’t do the whole soulmate thing here.

so after much deliberation, i think i’ve figured you out

Go ahead.

sausage.

Oh my fucking god.

what’s that mean?

Howd you get that. Please do tell.

is that a no?

well because we stopped talking due to your family issues right

and around that time was when the whole grimlands heir thing happened

and you’re too mean to be gem, and sausage is the twins like stepbrother or something

Godbrother

And Gems pretty mean.

either way

it was either sausage or fwhip.

and you wrote to me after the end fight saying you made a mistake and sausage helped free the demon

+you wouldn’t tell me your name because i’d know

fWhip also has a pretty unique name

and he led you to the dragon in the first place.

i mean sure

but that would mean fwhip is my soulmate

Is that really that much more unbelievable than it being sausage?

eh. sausage isnt really all that bad.

but not him, got it.

well there goes my one lead.

What do you mean?

the family issues thing. i can’t remember anything else around that time.

What about fWhip?

Again. That’d mean he’s my soulmate.

Jimmy.

what?

Youre ridiculous.

what??

come on, what do you mean?

Im going to fly to the Codlands and Im going to kill you

what’d i do???

wait really?????

you could’ve just told me.

You couldve just guessed better.

And I reiterate, you are dense as brick.

“What about fWhip” “How do you know it isnt fWhip” etc etc

Seriously I thought I was being too obvious.

well clearly you weren’t

it's not my fault. why would you be my soulmate i hate you

You didnt seem very hateful when you k

okay okay okay i get it

that aside

that aside you're just not what i expected

Uh huh

You literally called me a prick when I was talking about blowing you up, I think that

you were talking about me???

fits my bill pretty well

Yes??

God you are hopeless.

aw. that heart feels passive aggressive.

Maybe it is.

whatever

we need to talk about this tomorrow

Oh are we going to be doing as much talking as we did today

Thats “talking”, with quotation marks, by the way. In case you couldnt tell.

shut up

cod i hate you

Do I need to remind you of my previous comment?

shove off

#empires smp #fwhimmy #fish husbands #empiresshipping #empires fwhip #empires jimmy #empiresblr #tumblr exclusives

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princessofmarvel · 2 years

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jumpscare

Summary | You go to watch A horror movie at your friends place and Tate comforts you after

Pairing | Tate Langdon x Reader!

Warnings | Maybe just cursing?

Genre | Fluff!

Author's Note | This is just A little Halloween Blurb That I meant to have up by Halloween but I got extremely busy with the show that I was doing but It just ended So hopefully I Will Be Able To Get More Stories Up Soon !!! Not completely proof Read so Sorry For Any Mistakes!!! Enjoy!!!

You keep telling yourself “Don’t go”, “Don’t watch it”, “You know what will happen”. And, what do you do? You go and watch it. You were kind of new at school, there for about 2 months, going on three, and your friend group had invited you over to watch a horror movie to get into the Halloween spirit, and they scare the living hell out of you sometimes, and what do they pick? Of course, something with a bunch of jump scares. The friends’ house that you went to was not too far away from your place so you just walked there. A decision that you instantly regretted the second you had to walk back home. Every crunch of a leaf that you had stepped on, Every sudden noise from a family inside their house that could be heard from the outside in the silence, Every car that drove down your street, made you jump, if not a slight scream. You were almost back to your house when something jumped out in front of you and made you run home, and when you turned around to look at what it was, all you saw was a small squirrel, going back up its tree.

You get inside of your house that was your own personal horror movie and lean on the door to catch your breath before going to take your shower. As you were washing the soap off of your body you felt eyes staring at you through the glass of the door but as you stepped out onto the shower mat, you saw nothing, just a foggy mirror. Knowing that you were just freaking yourself out you quickly dry yourself off and rush to put on what you were sleeping in just to hurry and get to the safety of your bed.

You get into your bed and cover yourself up with your favorite and warmest blanket to help yourself feel like you were in a safe, warm hug. Once your breathing had calmed, you got up with your blanket still wrapped around you and went downstairs to grab yourself a drink and when you get back to your room you light a candle next to your bed on your nightstand and You grab the book that you were currently reading and get back into bed with the blanket wrapped around you.

As you sit there reading, getting lost in the story, You feel two arms wrap around you unexpectedly and scream as you turn back to hit whoever it was until you realised that it was just your ghostly boyfriend Tate, the only scary thing that you actually don’t find to be all that frightening.

“Woah! Woah! It’s just me Babe!” Tate says as he grabs your wrist to keep you from hitting him in the chest.

“Tate! Why would you do that?!” You say while playfully slapping him in the chest once he let you go.

“Why did I hug you?” He asks with a bit of a confused look on his face. “Um, I don’t know, maybe because I love you?” He says more as a statement rather than a question.

“No, I mean sneak up on me!” You say to him while trying to catch your breath.

“That bad huh?” He asks while pulling you down into his chest to help you calm down. You nod into his chest to answer his question while he runs his fingers through your hair.

“Wanna talk about it?” He asks you while you raise your head up some.

“No, I just want to lay on your chest and sleep.” You say while getting him to lay down and you laying on his chest not long after.

“You’re safe with me.” He said while he kissed your forehead. “I love you”

“I love you too, Tater Tot” You mumble while falling asleep on his chest.

“No one will hurt you as long as I’m Here,” he says once you fall asleep all nuzzled into his chest, Tate knowing how far He would go just to keep you safe as he blows Out the still lit candle sitting next to your bed.

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aslitheryprinx · 3 years

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can we get a part 2 to the smolbois inc story? What happens next to Tommy?

Sure!

Sorry this is so long; I haven't figured out how to add the read more section, and I kept thinking of more I wanted to add.

TW for a panic attack!

Rising Tensions part 2

How was he going to get out of this one?

When in doubt, Tommy thought, bluff your way out.

"And how do you know it wasn't a mouse?" He asked, acting offended. The giants exchanged a look.

"It's fucking rude to accuse someone you just met of stealing, did you know that? You're being rude right now," he said.

"You were sneaking around our house," Tubbo pointed out. Tommy puffed himself up, glaring at the giant with all the indignation he could muster.

"And did you consider that I'm lost, big man? Maybe I just wandered into your house by accident. Now you've accused me of sneaking and stealing." Ranboo raised an eyebrow.

"You came out of the walls," the taller giant said.

"Well… well," Tommy stammered, trying to come up with an excuse, "well, that's how I accidentally wandered in! We found these caves and found these caves, and they were all twisty and shit and we got lost and then ended up here." He realized his mistake and tried to backtrack. "I mean I got lost-"

"We? There are more of you?" Tubbo asked eagerly. Tommy felt a shiver of unease. Wasn't Tubbo some sort of scientist? Anything that made him sound that excited worried him. Besides he wasn't going to sell out his family just because the giant noticed his fuck up.

"It was just a slip of the tongue, man, fuck off!" He snapped.

"It sounds more like a slip up that you didn't want us knowing about. And you said 'we' twice," Tubbo argued, seeing right through his bullshit. Tommy stiffened. Why was he so bad at lying? Was Tubbo going to try and lure his family out now?

"Why are you trying to hide that there's more of you? Are you some sort of secret agent? Probably not, you're shit at lying. Maybe you're hiding someone important like a prince or government official! Or you're part of a traveling circus!" Tubbo rambled.

"There's not more of me, you dick!"

Tommy was having trouble staying calm. He'd been too busy trying to bullshit his way out of trouble that he hadn't focused on the situation he was actually in. What was going to happen to him? What would the giants do to him? If they caught his family, what would they do to them?

"Are you going to fucking let me go, now?" He snapped, only a tiny bit of the nervousness he felt creeping into his voice.

"Sure," Ranboo said.

"No," Tubbo said at the same time. Tommy's heart dropped.

"What do you mean no," Ranboo asked, sounding confused.

"I still have more questions! He can't go yet!" The smaller giant whined. So he wanted to keep Tommy here? Like a prisoner- or worse, a fucking pet. Breathing suddenly seemed really hard to Tommy.

"Like what?" Ranboo asked. Tubbo's eyes shone with excitement as he started to list off questions.

"Like where he's been living this whole time- I don't buy the mouse thing, I think it's been him and whoever else the whole time. It explains why there was no mouse shit. Also why is he here in the first place? And I wanna know about humans! What do they even eat? Is it the same as giants or something else? Where do humans even live? And how do they-"

"Tubbo! Tubbo, stop for a second," Ranboo interrupted, and Tubbo's rambling about human came to a halt. Ranboo was peering down at Tommy, the same concerned expression on his face.

"His… his heart is beating really fast," Ranboo said. Huh. Tommy hadn't really noticed, but it was pretty fast. It was kind of loud and uncomfortable now that he was paying attention.

"Oh, shit," Tubbo exclaimed. Then he was leaning down, peering at Tommy with wide eyes. A finger reached out and he flinched, but it never touched him. Ranboo had pulled him back away from Tubbo.

"Stop poking at him," the giant said, annoyed.

"I'm just trying to see if he's sick or something!" Tubbo protested.

"He's probably having a panic attack! I think we scared him," Ranboo said.

Panic attack? Wilbur and Techno both got those sometimes. He'd never had one, but hey, maybe it was genetics or some shit.

His vision went a little blurry, and he tried to breathe. It felt like something was sitting on his chest. Why was it so hard to breathe? He thought panic attacks just made you breathe really fast, not make you suffocate!

"Woah, woah! You've gotta breathe… um… human," Ranboo said awkwardly.

"Human?" Tubbo repeated, sounding unimpressed.

Tommy was trying so hard to breathe in. It seemed like no matter how hard he tried, none of his breaths were doing anything. He inhaled again, and there was a slight wheeze.

"I forgot to ask his name earlier!"

"What the hell man?"

"Hey, um, what is your name?"

…

Oh god, they were talking to him.

In between the struggling breaths, Tommy tried to focus on actually listening to what was going on rather than just let the noises pass over him.

"W-what?" He asked, hating how shaky his voice sounded. He blamed it on the lack of oxygen. He was ignoring his pounding heart and shaky hands.

"Your name?" Tubbo prompted.

"T-Tommy," he managed to force out between panicked breaths.

"Ok, Tommy can you try to breathe s-" Ranboo started.

"'m fucking trying to breathe!" Tommy gasped out. He meant to sound pissed, but his voice sounded weak and shaky. He hated it.

"Slowly," Ranboo said gently. "try to breathe slower."

Tommy gave him a doubtful look.

"It'll help, I promise," Ranboo said. "I get panic attacks a lot, it really does help."

Tommy tried. He did. But he kept freaking out, thinking if he didn't keep inhaling he'd just run out of air. Some part of him recognized that breathing slowly should help, but he just couldn't quite manage to do it.

"You've got this, boss man," Tubbo said softly. "Just keep trying."

He kept trying. He felt like he was going to pass out, but he managed to force himself to take longer to breathe. It did help.

"You're doing great," Ranboo encouraged.

"Yeah! Kick it's ass!" Tubbo cheered. Tommy managed a strangled sounding laugh.

It took several painful minutes, but Tommy managed to start breathing normally again. He had a headache, but he kind of thought he'd gotten off easy. He'd seen some of Wil and Techno's attacks and they could last for hours.

Now that he understood what it really felt like, he felt a sense of horror that they had to deal with this so often, and a sense of pride that his brothers were strong enough to fight them off and keep enjoying their lives. He thinks he would hate existence if this happened to him multiple times a month.

"I'm really sorry for scaring you, Tommy," Tubbo said. Tommy was still a little nervous about what the giants wanted from him, but Tubbo seemed so genuine. It was hard to believe they wanted to hurt him when they both seemed so concerned. And they'd been really gentle so far. So maybe… maybe his fears were unfounded and he was just being a little bitch.

"As long as you're not keeping me here forever, it's fine," he said. Well, he had to make sure. Just in case. Tubbo made a face.

"What like a prisoner? That would be fucking weird, boss man. We're not doing that."

"You can leave whenever you want," Ranboo told him. "Tubbo was just being nosy earlier."

"I am not nosy!" Tubbo protested. Ranboo rolled his eyes but kept his focus on Tommy.

"Can… can I go now?" Tommy asked, putting Ranboo's statement to the test. He may have decided that the giants wouldn't hurt him, but he was still overwhelmed and ready to go home. He was exhausted from the panic attack.

"Of course," Ranboo said. He paused, and Tommy fidgeted nervously as he made no move to set him down. "Um… do you want me to set you down here or take you back to where you were earlier?"

Ah. It had only been a few quick steps for Ranboo, but it would probably take Tommy forever to get back there on his own.

"If you wouldn't mind giving me a ride, big man," he said, trying to sound causal. Ranboo grinned.

"RanUber coming up," he said.

"Why not RanbUber?- Wait."

"Oh no," Ranboo muttered as he walked across the room. Tommy felt a grin growing on his face.

"RanBOOB!" He shouted.

"Oh, wow, never heard that one before," Ranboo grumbled. "I'm putting you down now."

He lowered his hand, and Tommy hopped off onto the ground. He was a little wobbly for a second, which was weird. Maybe it was kind of like being on a boat for a while, and he had to get readjusted to solid ground.

Once he got his balance back, he started to walk towards the tiny cave entrance. He stopped when Tubbo called out.

"Wait!" Tommy tensed slightly, wondering if Tubbo was changing his mind about letting him leave. But Tubbo just sat down next to where Ranboo had crouched.

"Will you come back and talk to us sometime?" He asked. Tommy hesitated. One the one hand, the giants were kind of fun to talk to, and they had been really nice. On the other hand, they'd also been pretty scary and he wasn't entirely sure he trusted them yet.

"Maybe," he settled on. "No promises." Tubbo looked a little disappointed.

"Alright. I hope you will. Bye, Tommy."

"Bye Tommy," Ranboo echoed.

Tommy gave them one last look before he ducked back into the smaller caves. He walked towards the cave where he and his family had been living. He'd only been walking for a few minutes when he was almost bowled over by Wilbur, who was barreling around the corner like a madman. He'd barely registered who it was when he was pulled into a crushing hug.

"Ack! Wil you're squishing me!" He whined.

"Where were you? I couldn't find you anywhere, Tommy I was so worried-"

"Wil, calm down. I was just in a cave that's kind of away from the others. I… I can show you later," he offered a little reluctantly. He hadn't actually gone to the cave he meant to sulk in, but he still kind of wanted to keep it to himself.

"You- it's fine, you don't have to. Just… are you ok? You kind of look like shit." Wilbur had gone full mother hen mode, fussing over him like he was still a baby. The motherfucker was even fixing his hair. And people thought Phil was the overprotective one.

"I'm fine," he said. Wilbur didn't look convinced.

"I'm fine now," he amended. He added quietly, "I uh… I kind of had a panic attack." Wilbur clutched him tighter. God this bitch was clingy when he was upset. Tommy couldn't find it in himself to complain though. The hug felt kind of nice.

"Toms, I'm so fucking sorry," Wilbur said.

"Huh?" What was he talking about?

"About what I said earlier." Oh shit, Tommy had forgotten all about the fight. A little bit of guilt churned in his stomach.

"I should not have said that. I was just pissed, and being a dick, and wanted to say something to make you feel bad. But it was such a stupid thing to say."

"Why, because it's true?" Tommy muttered glumly.

"No, because it's a fucking lie, Tommy, and I never should have said it," Wilbur said fiercely.

"But-"

"You didn't know," Wilbur cut him off. "It's not your fault anymore than it is my fault for jumping down after you when you fell, or Techno's for getting us lost, or Phil's for taking us camping to begin with. Not your fault. Alright?"

"Alright, Wil," Tommy muttered. He was still being held hostage by Wilbur's clingy octopus impression. He really had been worried. It was a good thing that Tubbo and Ranboo weren't all that bad, or who knows how freaked out Wil would've gotten.

It occurred to Tommy that he should probably tell his family that he talked to the giants. That they knew Tommy was there, and knew others were with him. It seemed like something important. But… he kind of wanted to talk to them again. He didn't think Wil would let him go if he found out, let alone his actual father.

So he just… didn't say anything. They didn't need to know. If it ever came up, well… he'd cross that bridge when he came to it.

Part one

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lanawinterscigarettes · 3 years

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idea for a fic: brooke (from 1984) calls the reader in the middle of the night because she's scared and is afraid to be alone and so they go over to stay with her and it results in a fluffy love confession? Maybe with the prompt "don't be silly, I want to stay up with you"?

Brooke my love 😫💕 I've never been given an actual prompt before, it feels kinda nice for some strange reason. Also sorry this is a little long, I started writing it and just sorta got carried away lol. Enjoy <33

Late Night Anxieties (Brooke Thompson x reader)

Warnings: mentions of anxiety/paranoia

You were asleep when the phone rang. Groaning, you rolled over on your bed to see who it was. Answering the phone, you put it up to your ear before speaking, your voice groggy with sleep. "Hello?"

You didn't hear anything at first but static. "Hello?" Thinking it was one of your friends pulling a prank, you huffed, irritated. "Look, if this is some kind of joke, I don't find it very funny. So if you don't have anything to say to me, then I'm hanging up."

"W-wait! Please don't hang up!" A strangled voice cried on the other line.

You quickly shot up in bed, recognizing it as Brooke. "Oh my God, Brooke, are you okay? What happened? What's going on?"

"I, um, I had a nightmare," she stammered out, heaving loudly as if she was trying to catch her breath. "I'm sorry for not speaking, I just- I was just worried someone might be outside. Sounds pretty stupid, huh?"

"Oh, Brooke, hun, no, that doesn't sound stupid at all," you reassured her.

Although you couldn't see it, she blushed at the affectionate nickname. "I just...I don't want to be alone. If it's not too much to ask, would you mind coming over?"

"Of course not, I'll be there in 15, okay? Just try to hold on until then."

"Okay, thank you," she sniffed.

Fifteen minutes later, you were pulling into Brooke's driveway. Turning off the car, you got out and grabbed your overnight bag from the backseat. You always kept it there in case something like this happened, knowing all too well about Brooke's anxieties and fears.

When you got to the door of her apartment, you sent her a text letting her know you were there, so as not to make her freak out by thinking somebody was trying to break in. You pulled out the spare key she had given you and unlocked the door before stepping inside and quietly shutting it behind you.

Setting your bag down on the kitchen counter, you hesitantly walked through the apartment.

"Brooke, hun? It's me, I'm here," you called out as you looked for her.

"I'm in here," you heard her voice come from the bedroom.

Walking into the bedroom, you saw Brooke sitting on the bed, phone in one hand and clutching a kitchen knife in the other.

"Woah, who were you planning on killing with that? Not me I hope," you joked as you slowly walked over to her. She was visibly shaking, so whatever scared her must have been pretty bad.

"Huh? Oh, yeah" she said as she realized she still had the knife in her hand. "I was worried what would happen if someone broke in, so I got this to defend myself." Her knuckles had turned white from clutching the knife so hard.

"Well, I'm here now. There's nothing to be afraid of, okay? I promise," you gently reassured her as you took the knife from her hands and put it on the bedside table.

"Do you feel comfortable telling me what happened?" You asked you as you sat down on the bed next to her.

"Um, well, I was in my bed sleeping," she began as she looked around nervously, "and then I heard something coming from outside, and at first I thought it might have been a raccoon or something, but then I saw a figure in the window, and, I just got so scared..." she trailed off, tears starting to form in the corners of her eyes.

"Oh, Brooke, honey," you said as you wrapped your arms around her, trying to make her feel safe and prevent her from crying. "It's okay sweetie, alright? I'm here now." You wiped away the tears that had began to slip down her cheeks.

"Thank you for coming over," she said as she held onto you tightly.

"Of course sweetie, whatever you need I'm here for you, okay? You don't have to worry about a thing," you said as you started rubbing her back, trying to calm her down.

"Do you want to try to go back to sleep?" You calmly asked her.

She immediately shook her head no. "I don't think I'll be able to, but you can if you want. The couch is a pullout if you want to sleep there."

"Don't be silly, I want to stay up with you," you said.

"But-"

"No buts missy, that's final." You said persistently. "I'll be right back, okay? I'm just going to go grab my bag real quick."

She nodded her head. "Okay."

You went into the kitchen and picked your bag up off the counter, carrying it into the bedroom with you. Once you got in there, you set in down on the edge of the bed.

"Do you mind if I change in here?" You asked, not wanting to make her feel uncomfortable.

"No, it's okay," she said as she watched you unzip your bag and dig through it, searching for your pajamas.

Once you found them, you turned around and started getting undressed, until you heard a small "wow" come from behind you.

Turning back around, you saw Brooke staring at you awe. Once she realized you had caught her, her eyes widened and she quickly slapped her hands over her eyes.

"Oh my God, I am so sorry! I was looking at the floor, but then I glanced up at you to see if you were done, and I saw how hot you were-" She immediately stopped talking, her face turning bright red as soon as she realized she had said the word hot.

You chuckled as you put your pajamas on. "It's fine, really. And you're not so bad yourself you know." You winked at her.

If she was red before, then now she truly was the color of a tomato.

"Sorry, I just-" she sighed. "I have something to confess. I've had a crush on you for the longest time, and that's one of the reasons why I called you here tonight, and not Montana or anyone else. Also, you actually take my fears seriously, and that means a lot to me. So I guess what I'm trying to say is-" she took a deep breath. "Will you go out with me?"

"Oh, baby, of course I will," you said as you walked over to her and took her hands into yours. "I thought you knew I'd been flirting with you all along, but I guess not."

"You were flirting?" She groaned as she flopped back onto her bed. "I'm so stupid, I thought you were just being friendly."

You giggled as you heard her sigh in disbelief. "Obviously, what did you think I was doing? I'm not that friendly with just anyone. Maybe a little with Montana, but we've known each other for awhile."

"So...you'd be okay going out with me?"

"Of course! I already said yes silly, didn't I?" You said as you smiled at her.

You two sat in silence for a few moments before Brooke spoke again.

"May I kiss you? If you're comfortable with it, of course," she asked.

"Sure," you said, leaning in to give her a gentle kiss on the lips.

"Thank you," she said softly.

You chuckled as you cuddled up next to her on the bed. "Anytime."

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fandomout · 3 years

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Chapter 4 -Sparks

Chapters- 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8

If you want to be tagged, let me know! Also, I am taking REQUESTS in anon's.

Story Description-Wanda has used you to bring back her brother. She erased your memory. Can Wanda keep this up and end it without anyone getting hurt?

You and Pietro discover new things between you two. Wanda is warming up to you, but it can't be that easy. Right?

“Only one way to find out.” He holds his hand up, and you connect yours to his. “On the count of three?”

“On the count of three.”

“One.”

“Two.” Together you count, “Three...” The crackling of sparks and electricity emit from your joined hands. A chill begins in between your shoulder blades that stretches out and makes its way down. Uncomfortable at first until it melted away into a warm and zen feeling that spread all over; however, as you saw Pietro smile in excitement, the spark started bursting aggressively, which startled you two into pulling away roughly.

“Maybe we shouldn’t do that again.” You suggest.

“Maybe...but it was kinda cool, huh?” He grinned.

“You’re not at all worried about that?” He pursed his lips and shrugged with a shake of the head and nonchalantly answered, “Not really.”

“I find that hard to believe, but okay.” Despite his expression being carefree, he quickly changed it as he remembered why his other hand still held your arm. He winces audibly and says, “Onto other matter, I am very sorry I dropped you.” He helps lift you to your feet.

“No. I understand. Technically, I caused us to fall anyway. I can control my powers, but you grabbed me so suddenly...My emotions sometimes fuel my powers, so that’s probably why that happened.”

“I feel really bad.”

“Don't, it looks worse than it is. Anyway, I’ll heal.” You say as you begin to walk back the direction you came in with Pietro right next to you. It became a bit cold, so he shoves his hand in his pocket and asks, “Heal as in normal heal, or do you heal yourself too?”

“I kind of heal on my own, but it’s not instant.”

“At least let me clean it up for you when we get back.”

“If you insist.”

“I’d hate for Wanda to fre-She’d freak out if she if she…” He looks down and stops. He pinches the bridge of his nose and bites his lip before shyly asking, “Do you mind not telling Wanda about the spark?”

“Not telling her?”

“You can mention I dropped you if you want. I can take that earful. I just worry she’ll kill herself trying to worry about everything. She already worries insufferably now...I don’t want to put any more weight on her shoulders. You said it yourself. We don't know what it is. It could be nothing. We just won’t do it again? Is that okay?...”

“I...I won’t say anything unless she directly asks about it. I just have a feeling I can’t lie to Wanda.”

“Thank you.”

You and Pietro make it back to the penthouse, and you both go into the big bathroom. You sit yourself on the counter while Pietro pulls out the first aid and begins giving care. As he swaps sterilizing fluid on it, you hiss softly and ask him, “Is it weird that this sensation of pain is one of the first signs of me being alive again?”

“I’m not sure what you mean.”

“Just...I’ve felt a little numb today or more just not myself…”

“I’m not so sure about that feeling. When I woke up, I was just so happy to see Wanda, but I’d think your feeling of numbness will go away.”

“Right. You're probably right.”

“And…” Pietro blows on your forearm before applying a bandage. “All done.”

“You really didn’t have to patch me up so intently.”

“Well, I didn’t have to drop you.”

“Let’s just call it even.” You both smile and chuckle in agreement. You yawn, which causes Pietro to do the same.

“Tired?”

“Yeah." You look to the clock as you cover you mouth and say, "Woah! It’s almost 12, and I’m barely feeling tired?”

“That’ll wear off too. It was like that for me, for the first week or so. Today was very fulfilling today though. I mean you woke up, we ate loads and bonded, Wanda got to have a good night's sleep, and we have that spark. I think I’ll sleep good.”

“Good night, sleep-”

“Can I walk you to your room?”

“How gentlemen of you.”

“That’s me.” He walks you to your room. He looks like he wants to say something else as he stares at you with sparkles in his eyes, but decides against it.

“Sleep well.” You wave.

“You too. Good night.” He walks backwards to his room doing a small little dance, which makes you laugh and smile. You shake your head at the playfulness and go off to bed to sleep.

As you were asleep, Pietro and Wanda were already up; however, it was late in the day, and they had stirred up their morning already.

“Wanda, it feels like we’ve been here forever! When are we getting out of here?”

“Why are you in such a rush?”

“I’m just saying. Plus, Y/N seems all better too.”

“That might be true, but-but what about you?”

“Me? Wanda I’m starting to think there’s nothing wrong with me. I mean I feel great. Also, no offense, to Y/N, but do they know what they are doin-”

“Pietro! Of course, they do-Why else would I let them anywhere near you?! What are you trying to say about me?! You think I’d let something bad happen to you?!”

“That’s not what I meant-Just...I’ve been awake a while now. I feel fine and Y/N hasn't told me about my progress or-”

“They woke up yesterday! What do you expect?!”

You woke up at some point not trying to listen; however, as you stop hearing the yelling, you walk down the stairs, reluctantly. Pietro is heaving roughly while you see Wanda’s chest rising quickly. Wanda looks over to you and fixes the hair that had fallen out of place from all the yelling. Pietro notices and turns back to look at you. A smile on his face he says, “Good Morning.”

“Morning. Morning to you too Wanda.”

“Hey, Y/N, I was going to head out to get us all some food, so why don’t you and Pietro just-” She eyes Pietro. “Just stay here.” Pietro rolls his eyes at her and mocks, “Just stay here.” Wanda sends a tsk and daggers to Pietro as she makes her way out the door.

“How pleasant of a morning, huh?” Pietro turns to you and leans against the table in the room with his hands resting under his chin in a flower pose as he utters, “How pleasant a morning, huh?” You respond with a sheepish smile. ”Did you hear everything?”

“Mostly, I think. I wasn't trying to listen, but I-well...I just know it's along the lines of you hating being here...But, I’d like to add that that’s not a surprise. I can tell you’ve been anxious to get out of this place...” You scratch your arm a little as you wait for his response.He waves off to you with a smile and reassures, “It’s okay. Don’t worry about it.” You nod off to him, and the tension flees.

While Wanda is striding down the street, she finds herself walking aimlessly; however, getting tired of the huffing and puffing she stops into the first restaurant she sees. She darts inside and quickly orders. As she waits and calms herself, her eyes land on the TV. Her breath gets knocked out as she sees a picture of Y/N on a poster. She can't quite hear and turns it up with her abilities. A person, who must be a loved one of Y/N, speaks out to say, “Y/N, they-They were here one day and gone the next. There was no trace left. They left everything here…” The person cries on screen. “I hope they are okay although I know it’s wishful thinking...please if you know anything please let the authorities know or you can call this number below." She changes the channel and erases the memory of everyone in the restaurant. She grabs onto the food and heads outside.

“How could I be so stupid?” Wanda uttered. She felt things were just starting to get easier. She wished she could go through the phone and magically make it go away. She paced wanting to come up with a solution soon before she got back.

As she walks inside, Pietro immediately seems grumpy as he complains, “I’m surprised you didn’t come back sooner to make sure I don’t go anywhere.”

“I am not keeping you here.-” She internally had an aha moment. The answer staring at her in the face, actually Pietro telling her the answer, so she answers, “In fact, we can get out of here now.”

“What? Really!” Pietro stands up excitingly.

“Yes, Y/N is up and about now, so why not?”

“Yes!”

“Where will we go?”

“Where do you want to go?”

“Shouldn't we head to the avengers? They have that right? Like a place to got to. I mean it's probably really cool.”

“I-Pietro, you're already looking for a fight?”

“No, I’m saying...I mean I’m sure they might want to know what I'm about. We can keep being avengers right? That offer didn’t expire?”

“Pietro, let’s take this slow first. I’m not saying never...I’m saying...not right now. Let's take it easy, please.“ Even if the tension was so high your breath was thinned, Pietro’s smile and arm being thrown onto Wanda’s shoulder had ridden it in an instant.

“Okay. I understand. I say we let Y/N decide. They are the star here. Helped both of us.”

You blush at his blunt statement because who says that, so you respond, “I can’t just decide where we go, you know?”

“Right. Right. No pressure.” Wanda’s throat goes dry and says, “Well, you two think about it. I'll give you guys a second. Let me head to the bathroom.” Wanda gets the nerve to pick up her phone and call the number she remembered on screen, the voice that rings out is your loved one, "Yes?! Hello?!...Sorry, are you calling about Y/N?"

"Y-ack-"the words choke just below the surface of speech.

"Is this another prank call?" Wanda visibly pouts at the sheer in-compassion of some people, of some scum.

"Whoever would do such a thing is terrible...I know what it's like to lose some-lose people in my life."

"Thank you for understanding…"

"I-Your welcome, about Y-, the person you're looking for I could've sworn that I-" as the lies were surfacing so did teary eyes. "I think I saw her in w/c/s…" (Whatever country/state).

"Really?! Are you sure?"

"It was only a quick look, but my memories are pretty good so...I hope that helps you."

"Thank you so much. What's your name? I really feel like I've been rude."

“I-That’s all I really feel comfortable saying. Goodbye.” Wanda quickly hung up and walked back out of the room. Putting on a smile, she walked up to both of you waiting and talking, so she asks, "Why aren't you eating?" Pietro perked up and explained, "I was about to. Then, I see Y/N is waiting for you, so I waited for them."

"You didn't have to do that." You shrugged and started to eat with Pietro doing the same. Wanda looks to her food, but her nerves kept her from unwrapping her food. Instead, she asked, "Have you guys decided?"

"Not exactly, but! But…I figure we follow things we want to do, so...there's a carnival coming up in the next state over. I can get us there in seconds flat." Wanda's eyes widened.

"We don't have to be so time constricted; plus, you haven't done anything like that since-"

"Wanda quit worrying. One second-'' He sped off and returned with three bags in his hands. "We are all packed and ready. I can get us there in a jiffy."

"Pietro! N-'' He got Wanda there in seconds. He returned back for you in the blink of an eye. You step back away from him. He catches the back of his neck in one hand and has the other hand held out to you while lightly adding, "Your turn..." You stare at the hand in front of you. "I didn't want to surprise you again, so…" You walk forward. He lifts your sleeve slightly and unwraps it gently, the marking gone. "Glad that you aren't hurt anymore."

"Well, it wasn't a big deal."

"Neither is this, okay?" He gently takes off the entire bandage, discarding it before adding, "I know it might be scary or feel weird, but I got you. It'll only take a second. You can count to 1, right?"

"How rude."

"You know what I mean."

"Fine." You latch your arms around his neck and gulp.

"It'll be over before you know it."

"Okay...I'll start counting. On-" You feel a gust of wind and clench your arms tighter. "E" Your eyes follow suit. You feel a tap on your arms, and you open your eyes. Pietro becomes slightly red from the grasp You gasp and utter, "Sorry!" He gives you a kind smile and says, "It's okay. You get used to it." Wanda rushed to say, "What took you so long?"

"Relax, Wanda. I just wanted to prepare y/n."

"Oh, right. Yeah." She let out a breathy embarrassed laugh and waved off. "That makes sense." Pietro asks arounds for directions to the festival.

"You really wanted to come here." Wanda states. Pietro nods excitingly almost like he'd give himself whiplash. Soon enough, a string of lights came into view followed by colorful buildings, decorations galore, and the further they walked the more people they saw. Wanda looked to her brother, his hand clenching and unclenching as she knew he was trying to hold back excitement. She rolled her eyes at the unchanging behavior. He always gave in eventually ever since they were kids. Pietro quickly took to the snacks galore at the food stands while you had a snack of (preferred choice), and Wanda nothing. She didn't seem to be feeling very hungry. Wanda had decided for the both of you to go on a calm ride or two of the Ferris Wheel and the carousel. It was a nice enjoyment for Wanda after the constant stress she faced. Out of nowhere, while they passed the music playing, Pietro grabbed onto his sister and began to twirl her around and dance. Wanda allowed it and joined in. You watched in amusement that changed to want; it suddenly dawned on you that you had no recollection of a sibling or any family for that matter. Now, that you thought about it, you couldn’t think of a single one of those memories, which left you sad and confused. The surface of your face is left blank to keep to yourself, and you tried to have fun.

As for the rides, it switched up between who was riding what ride; however rest assured that Pietro rode every single one. The farther they went in the more daring rides became. Getting closer and closer, the balls of Pietro's feet began to move up and down in excitement until he was full on skipping ahead of both you and Wanda. Pietro pointed up to some spinning death contraption wanting to go on. Wanda shook her head and expressed, "I am not getting on that thing!"

"Come on, it'll be fun!"

"I don't think so. Go on."

"Fine whatever. This is fun!" Pietro goes on a ride by himself which allows you and Wanda alone. While you and Wanda watch Pietro on the ride, You hear him whooping and whooing in delight. Wanda seemed to be focused on him until her mind drifted. You nudged her and asked, “You okay?” She smiled softly and answered, "As kids we went to festivals in town with our parents, it was so fun…it was always a good day if there was a festival going on. I just-" She gestures up to Pietro. Her lips quivering she uses the tips of her fingers to attempt to stop it to no remedy. "I mean look at him-he's so happy." She smiles, which beelines into tears. Instinctively, you pat her shoulder. Wanda turns around to avoid Pietro’s gaze. You attempt to wipe some of the tears. "I promise I’m okay-I-ah just-Just-"

"Wanda let's calm down. I know. I know." You rub her back gently and ground her with the next few words, "You're just so happy that he's happy?" Wanda stops for a moment, ceasing the tears and eyes going wider then they could from previous tears of joy. She nods slowly. She swallows a lump in her throat as she processes that you pay attention that you care. Having had that moment of warm pause, Wanda’s tears continue. You pull her into a hug. you both go off to play a game for a second so Pietro won't see.

"Can I ask you not to tell Pietro about this? It's just-"

"You don't have to explain. I'm sure you just don't want him to worry."

"Exactly...Thank you."

"No problem, It's not like I was going to say anything anyway. How weird and rude would that be to just share you business out of nowhere."

"Well thank you for that too, but I meant more for-" Bringing Pietro back to me, was what Wanda wanted to say instead continuing with, "understanding and being there for me."

"Oh, that? You never have to thank me for that. Expect it." You smile. Warmth rushes to Wanda's cheeks. "I think you forget that we're friends."

"Friends, that's right. Well, I'll try not to." You laugh at the comment since you don't know she's serious.

Wanda had calmed down by the time Pietro returned to both of you. You guys did a little more browsing before all the fun got to you, and you all decided to leave and get to a place to sleep. Wanda, having found a place, you headed to your respected rooms. Well, almost all of you. Wanda made sure you and Pietro were fast asleep as she headed outside of the place and outside. Her hand goes for her phone, and she dialed without thinking.

“Hello?” Vision’s voice rings out.

“Vision, hello…”

“Wanda.”

“Hi.”

”You have already said that.” She laughs dryly and answers, “I guess I did.”

“Where are you? Are you alright?”

“I-can’t-can’t answer either of those just yet...but...just listen.” She wipes at her forehead.

“Alright. I will listen.”

"Thank you. Now, it seems inevitable that we are going to the tower to see you.”

“That’s great. No time to waste. I can alert Agent Fury and-”

"Vision, I need your help…"

"Wanda, I’m trying to-"

"I need help-" Her voice cracks.

"What do you need?"

"I-We're on our way to the Avengers tower, and...well...I need you to warn everyone…"

"Is something bad going to happen?"

"Just, you'll all be shocked. You're going to be the first to hear it, but Pietro's alive…"

"Alive? How did that come to be?"

"After I left, I went to his grave…”

“Oh, Wanda that must have been horrible...I’m sorry.”

"It was-Anyway, short story, Pietro is alive and we are on our way to you and the rest of the Avengers."

“I think I’m just supposed to accept that information you gave. Now, what can I help you with? Is Pietro hurt at all?”

“No. He’s healed. Thank you for asking. I just need you to break the news to the avengers that they can't say anything about Pietro being supposedly dead. It's a tough subject...Can you just tell them he healed?”

“How so?”

“Tell them it’s one of his abilities, but it took a long time. Tell them right before I get there. Not yet.”

“I can do that.”

“Vision, I need you to pass the message along. I need this...I don’t know what’ll happen if everyone doesn’t follow along...Please…”

“I can do that for you Wanda. Will you tell me more of the whole truth when you get here?”

“I hope so.”

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elliesguitarstrings · 3 years

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Ok ok ok so how about this! Reader is scared of horror movies and spiders! Like shit scared and Peter constantly teases her about it (her knowing about Spider-Man is up to you). So one day him, reader, mj, Ned are having a sleepover at peters and during the horror movie reader gets scared n screams..and Peter teases her again so she gets hurt and runs to his room. He goes after her to apologise but then tells her not to turn around or something and reader thinks he’s just teasing her again and wants to walk away but then peter just kisses her! Cause there was actually a spider behind her and Peter panicked cause he didn’t want reader to get scared again.

Cue Ned n mj being so happy cause they finally confessed and end up embarrassing Peter.

This is so specific sorry but thank you🥺❤️

this is so cute!!! i wrote this really quickly so sorry if there are some typos :/

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“Okay guys, what should we watch?” Peter asks as he crawls out from the makeshift pillow fort in his living room.

You, Ned, MJ, and Peter were all spending the night at his house. Seeing as it’s already the middle of the night and you’re all extremely tired, you decided to watch a movie before you go to bed.

MJ smirks, “We should watch It!” This earns nods of approval from everyone... well everyone except for you.

“Absolutely not!” you deadpan, “I am not watching a scary movie before I go to seep. No way.”

Ned laughs, “Come on Y/N, it’s more funny than scary. Plus it’s not even that scary anyways, you’re such a baby.”

“Am not! I just don’t like scary movies!”

“Y/N, you made me turn off A Bug’s Life because you were too freaked out that the bugs were talking. You’re a baby.” Peter chuckles.

“I just don’t like bugs okay? Sue me!”

“Yeah I’m surprised she still lets you hang around since you’re Spiderman Peter. Hey Y/N did you know he can summon an army of spiders whenever he wants?” Ned jokes.

You’re eyes go wide, “What? Peter is that true? Please tell me that’s a joke.”

“Oh no it’s not a joke, I can control all spiders. Actually, why don’t I get some to come over here right now?”

You shriek, “Nononono! Peter don’t please don’t!”

Ned, Peter, and MJ all burst out laughing. “He can’t actually do that Y/N, he was just being stupid.” MJ giggles.

You breathe out a sigh of relief, though you’re extremely embarrassed. You did just kind of prove their point that you were scared of basically everything. You know that they’re just joking around, but it still hurts your feelings a little.

“You know what,” you announce, “let’s watch It, who cares if it’s scary.”

Peter raises his eyebrows, “Oh, are you sure? We really don’t have to watch it if you don’t want to.”

“No, it’s fine. I want to. Let’s do it.” You don’t actually want to watch it. But you do want to prove your friends wrong. So you’re just going to have to push through for this one.

“Well okay then, guess we’re watching It!” Peter grabs the remote and turns on the movie, crawling back to his spot next to you.

Already you’re hating this. Even the intro has creepy music that puts you on edge. The movie hasn’t even properly started yet and it’s still freaking you out. You snuggle deeper into your spot on the couch and hope that you are able to fall asleep before any of the really scary parts. You figure that nothing super scary will happen in the first ten minutes, so as long as you drift off before then you’re fine.

Unfortunately, you’re very wrong. Not even five minutes into the movie and there’s already a creepy clown pulling a kid into a sewer. You aren’t expecting it, and the jump scare makes you scream. You bury your head in the pillow, trying to get the terrifying image of Pennywise the clown out of your head.

Instead of comforting you or making sure you’re okay, your friends just laugh.

“Hey, guys, maybe we should turn this off I think it’s a little too much for baby Y/N here.” Peter chokes out in between laughs.

“Yeah, maybe we need to turn on a Disney movie instead.” Ned adds.

“I don’t know guys, the villains can be pretty scary, that might even be too much for her!” MJ giggles.

You’ve had enough. You don’t want to spend any more time with your friends tonight if all they’re going to do is make fun of you. You throw your blanket off and stand up from the couch carefully as not to knock the fort down. You quickly crawl out from under it and storm off to Peter’s room leaving your friends in silence. You slam the door shut, but question when you don’t hear it click. You spin around to see Peter holding the door open, staring at you.

“Peter, go away, I don’t want to hear you make fun of me anymore.”

He slips into the room and closes the door behind him. “I’m not here to make fun of you, I promise.” he pauses. “Y/N I’m sorry, we were just trying to poke fun, we weren’t trying to hurt your feelings. Well, at least I wasn’t, I cant speak for Ned and MJ but Im sure they weren’t either.”

“Well it wasn’t funny Peter. I get that you think of me as a baby because I’m scared of everything but I can’t help it. The least you could do is make sure I’m okay.”

“I know, and again I’m really sorry for not doing that. It was stupid of me to make fun of you and I should have just turned on another movie. I hate seeing you hurt and now I can’t even tell you how bad I feel.”

You can tell that he’s being genuine and that he truly feels bad, so you decide to forgive him. He is your best friend after all, he wouldn’t do anything to intentionally hurt you. “It’s okay Pete, that you for apologizing.” you smile.

“Oh thank god. I thought you were gonna be mad at me forever.” He rushes towards you and engulfs you in a big hug, nestling his face in your neck. “I swear it won’t happen again.”

You giggle, “Thank you Pete, but can we please go back out there and watch a different movie?”

He looks up at you, his arms still wrapped around your middle, “Oh, yeah sure.” He pulls away from you slowly and you start to turn around towards the door to head back out until his eyes widen. “DONT TURN AROUND!”

You’re taken aback, staring at Peter with furrowed brows. “Huh?”

He looks at you sternly, “Don’t. Turn. Around.”

You sigh, “Peter come on, we just talked about this. I told you not to make fun of me like that anymore. You promised.”

“I’m not joking. Seriously don’t look behind you.”

“Oh my god Peter you’re too much.” You start to turn around to head back out when he grabs your arm harshly, pulling you towards him. Before you know it, his lips are on yours and his arms are back around your waist.

Holy shit. You’re best friend is kissing you. The boy you’ve liked for years is literally kissing you!

Before you get the chance to really kiss him back, he pulls away. “Oh my god oh my god oh my god I’m so sorry. I really didn’t mean to do that I just didn’t know how else to make you not turn around so I kissed you and I shouldn’t have done it and now I’ve messed everything up and-”

You cut him off by pressing your lips to his once again, this time truly getting to kiss him. You wrap you arms around his neck with his still snaked around your waist. He pulls you impossibly closer and your lips move in sync, as if they were made for each other. You finally pull away when you run out of breath, your forehead resting against Peter’s.

“Woah.” he whispers.

“Yeah.”

“So I take it that you like me back?” Peter asks.

You giggle, pressing another quick peck on his lips, “Yeah, I’d say so.”

“Awesome.” he pauses, looking behind you at the door. “There’s a spider behind you by the way.”

“What?” you freak out, jumping up and forcing Peter to catch you. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Peter laughs, “I did! But you insisted that I was just joking. So I had to kiss you instead.”

“Oh. Well, sorry about that.”

“Don’t be sorry. I got to kiss you.” Peter smirks causing you to blush. “Can I put you down now so I can take are of this spider?”

“Oh, yeah, sure.”

He captures the spider and throws it out the window, not wanting to kill it. You both walk back to the living room hand in hand to see a giggling Ned and MJ.

“I was wondering how long that was gonna take for you to finally get together.” MJ smirks.

You blush, “How did you-”

“We heard everything, including you screaming about the spider.” Ned laughs.

“Shut up!” you giggle.

“Whatever, just please don’t be making out in our fort while Ned and I are trying to sleep. At least get a room.”

You and Peter blush, but MJ and Ned usher you over into the fort. Peter sits down and you snuggle in his lap, his arms wrapped around you to keep you warm. Much to your chagrin, MJ turns It back on, but Peter’s warmth lulls you to sleep quickly and you miss the majority of the movie, sleeping comfortably in his arms.

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giant-sketches · 4 years

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Happy birthday @gentlegiantdreamer!!! You are such a wonderful and inspiring person to me and I hold you dear to my heart! So for your birthday I made you this art and wrote you a little story to go along with it. I wish you a day full of fun and love! There is also a speedpaint!

I hope you can feel the effort I put into this and long hours of work too. I hope you and everyone enjoys my interpretations of Lilypadton and enjoy the story. Disclaimer: Almost Drowning/Cussing/Pain/Shouting/Monster Transformations

Word Count: 1746

At the start Patton was very active after his first transformation as Lilypadton. That may have been due to him going about the day believing it was a one time deal, but that wasn’t the case. From time to time the other sides would catch glimpses of his skin turning green around his hands and dark patches appearing on his neck. However, whenever the subject was brought up with the moral side he’d brush it off as a trick of the light or some kind of baking material he missed in his clean up. They all knew better though, especially his boyfriends Janus and Virgil.

“We need to go talk to him….TODAY!” Janus was pacing around Virgil’s room with his arms crossed, expressing his impatience with his partner.

Virgil thought it best to give Patton space, but his changes were becoming more frequent. Now things were even worse as their cutie had locked himself in his room for the past two days.

“I know you wanted to give him space, but now he’s trapped himself in his room. We’re the only ones on this side of the mindscape that can help him through this.” Janus hissed and cursed himself for not doing something sooner.

“Please calm down Jan.” Virgil got up from his bed to hold his boyfriend. “It’s going to be alright. Let’s go see him now and tell him about what’s happening to him.” He paused in thought. “Though, I never thought we’d ever have this kind of discussion with him honestly. To think he was like us this whole time.”

Janus touched his scaled face and looked at Virgil with soft eyes. “Are you going to show him? You know how h-” “Yeah I know...but I have to. It wouldn’t be fair for me to hide it when he’s going through something ten times worse.” Janus kissed Virgil’s cheek to reassure him.

Both left the room and slowly made their way to Patton’s door. Virgil tried the door knob, still locked. “Patton? Sweetpea we’ve come here to see how you are doing. Can you let us in, please?” Silence...no wait there was some kind of groaning sound coming from behind the door. “G-go away…” Was that Patton just now? It sounded like he was gurgling water while trying to speak.

“We can’t do that! We have something important to talk-or show you!” Janus looked to Virgil nervously. The former dark side nodded his head as Jan’s nails grew out to a point and sliced the doorknob off. “Excuse the intrusion.”

Both stepped into a darkened and rather humid room. Thankfully, both of them could see in the dark. In the corner they spotted Patton curled up and shaking, facing the wall. He visibly showed signs of changing with his green tinted skin and dark patches all over his arms and neck. “Pat?”

Startled, Patton sprang to his feet and turned to face them. They gasped at how their little buddy appeared taller now, his eyes now distinctly like a frog’s, and his hair showed faded tips of green. His eyes were filled with tears as he had to look down at his friends. He felt like a monster!

“No, no please….you have to LEAVE!” Patton’s voice croaked and boomed as he shot up another 10 feet and banged his head on the ceiling with a loud thunk. He groaned as he fell to his hands. The tears intensified as water seeped from the cracks in the wall and began flooding the room.

“Shit! Hold on to me!” Virgil clung to Janus for dear life as they quickly rose to the ceiling with the increasing water level. Patton was down below still weeping and expanding. His form pressing up against every nook and cranny of his tiny room. “Patton! Patton please! You need to stop crying or we’re going to- gurrglrrglr”

Time was up. The water had now completely filled the room as Janus and Virgil started sinking. Luckily, their froggy friend heard their pleas and snapped out of his distress. Quickly he expanded the room, changing it’s form as he scooped up the two tenderly in his webbed hands. With a kick of his strong legs Pat breached the surface. The room was now a large pond with only a small island in the center. The sun was warm and there was the sound of life all around them, but this was no time to relax.

“Virgil? Janus? Oh my gosh please, you have to be okay kiddos! Please!” Patton begged for his sweethearts to be okay as he set them on the soft grass. He poked at their stomachs as gently as he could.

*Cough* *Cough*

Oh thank goodness! Both were hacking up small volumes of water as they gasped for air, sweet-sweet air! “Patton?” Their vision was foggy from nearly drowning as they tried to focus on the green blob in front of them. Virgil raised up his arms, “A-are you okay?”

“What do you mean am I okay?! Are you okay? You two almost drowned b-because of me!” The big softie was on the verge of tears once again as he leaned in to nuzzle his dark darling with his nose.

“Woah...how big are you Patty?” Virgil giggled. He definitely wasn’t expecting to be cuddled by a gentle green snout of all things. “We’re okay Pat. Just a bit out of breath and-” Janus shivered, he had gotten too cold.

Virgil noticed as he escaped from Patton’s schnoz and immediately started cuddling up to his scaly boyfriend to warm him up. Pat climbed up onto the island, but at his current size of 100 feet he covered the majority of it as he scooped them up in his hand to hold them both closer to the sun. Jan was thankful for this as he hissed happily. His cold blood started to run warm again.

“Thank you darling! The numbness is fading now.” He lifted himself up to look at Patton with a warm expression. “Wow, look at you Pat.” “Yeah, Mr. Green right here.” They both joked to cut the tension. Patton laughed along with them as the ground shook, causing ripples in the water. His size really was something to behold. Still, their joy was cut short, “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have bottled up my emotions like that and hidden away. You two could have gotten seriously hurt.”

“Oh Patty! We understand…w-we have something to tell you.” Virgil looked to Janus hoping he would start. “That’s right Patton, Virgil and I have both gone through what you’re experiencing right now. Okay, maybe not the exact same thing, but something similar.”

Patton was surprised. “W-what do you mean?” Janus smiled flashing his fangs, “I’m sure you’ve already noticed my face, but have you ever wondered why it looks like this?” Pat shook his head, he always thought it’d be taboo to ask about. “It’s because of my monster side.”

Monster side?! What was that? Patton was obviously confused as Virgil spoke up, “Mhm...Janus, Remus, and I...we all have a monster side to us. Janus doesn’t hide his like I do though and Remus is always shifting so it just seems ‘normal’ for him. It was a huge surprise when yours was revealed. Honestly, I never thought you’d be like us Pat.” Virg was feeling anxious as he kept his head down while talking.

“B-but you’ve never looked like Janus at all Stormcloud. What does your monster side look like?” Damn...that was a question he really wanted to avoid. “Guess there’s no use hiding it anymore huh? B-before I show you, you have to promise me you won’t freak out...okay Pat?”

Virgil looked so serious as he stared at Patton. What was he so worried about? “Awe kiddo, you know I’d never be scared of you! I love you too much!” He beamed a smile that put the sun to shame at them as Virgil sighed feeling a bit more relieved. “Alright.”

Concentrating, he closed his eyes as eight pitch black spider legs spread out from his back starting from the spine. He winced in pain, it’d been a long time since he last transformed. A pair of sharp mandibles poked out from the corners of his mouth; four slits opened up underneath his cheeks in pairs, each containing a solid black eye with a hint of purple.

“Aaaahhhh!!!” Suddenly, Virgil screamed lightly in pain as the transformation came to end with his new set of fangs and claws growing to a point. Janus caught him as he slumped over, huffing from exhaustion. Weakly, he looked up to Patton trying his best to smile.

Patton was mortified as he watched Virgil writhe in pain in his hand. When it all finally came to an end he was looking eyes wide at a big black spider...fuck! His heart was racing as he tried to not physically throw his boyfriend into the pond. Wait! That’s right this was his little sweetie, his Stormcloud, Prince of Darkness, etc. There was no need to be so scared...he gulped as he reached down to stroke his loves face.

Oh! He was still so soft and honestly his spider legs kind of tickled. The fear in his heart dissolved instantly. Patton giggled at how nervous he was only moments ago as he pressed them both to his cheek. “So I’m not alone after all.”

God, Virgil was instantly healed by his Sweetpea’s warmth. He hugged into the green flesh happily. “Of course not Patton, we’ll both always be here for you!”

“I’m so happy right now! You two are the best boyfriends in the whole wide world!!!”

Patton slid into the pond once more as he laid on his back. He kissed his cuties to his plush lips and then placed them right on top of his chest as he floated along the water. All the while they laughed and smiled at their giant lovers' touch.

“This new form is scary, but at long as I have you two I think I’ll be okay.”

“We love you Patton and we’ll always love you no matter what you are.”

The couple laid on Pat’s chest as tiny frogs hopped up from the lily pads to play with them as they enjoyed their time together. All content in knowing that each of them had a little cute monster inside of them that made them special.

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Girl Talk

(ngl I hate this sm. I wrote this fic yesterday, the file corrupted and i lost everything, had a breakdown, rewrote everything the next day because I am obnoxiously stubborn. Anyways Hunter and Luz content. Bon Appetit?)

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“Okay, but what am I even supposed to say to her? Oh! Maybe I could write down some jokes on the back of my glyph slips in case things get awkward. Wait, no, I don't want her to think I'm not taking this seriously. I don't need to be goofy all the time just to hang out with her. I need her to know that I'm serious about her and this whole...romantic thing. And I know she gets upset when she thinks I'm making fun of her so...”

“Alright, so, get this. It says here that there was once this old witch who lived on the outskirts of Latissa and his whole thing was experimenting by mixing paints and magic together. Apparently the stuff he created was like....super powerful.”

“I mean, she said she likes me 'cause I'm goofy and funny and lovable and...and...and I'm sure there's other adjectives I could use but I'm drawing a blank here. So, who am I to deprive her of what she signed up for? But I can't just....ugh, I can't even think right!”

“It doesn't have a lot of info on his specific technique but I'm sure if we did some more research, we could successfully replicate his experiments. We're pretty good at figuring stuff out. Woah, wait. I wonder what would happen if we created glyphs with this paint....maybe it would enhance the spell's level of power. Oh, that would be so cool!”

Luz stopped pacing, the floorboards practically burning after she thoroughly wore down the surface with her frantic footsteps. She set a hand on her hip and turned a withering look on her guest.

“Call me coocoo but I don't think you're listening to a word I say.”

Hunter lifted his head to blink up at her, chewing on the end of a pen. He was sitting cross-legged on the floor, boxed in by towers of Eda's Wild Magic books.

There was a glassy look in his eye, as if he was trying to get his bearings after being abruptly yanked out of an alternate dimension.

He had been, in a way. Luz was inclined to call it “Booksville.”

When Luz first met Hunter, this sort of stuff was a big, huge No-No for him. She could've invited him to take a look at any one of those books, packed with information on that obsession of his and of course, he'd be crazy with intrigue but he would hesitate. If he even opened the book at all, he'd card through the pages with an almost jumpy sense of caution, as if the paper itself would sting his fingers.

Well, that ship had certainly sailed. It had taken him a while to get fully comfortable but nowadays, Hunter didn't ask twice before digging into the contents of Eda's books, soaking up every tidbit of every sentence until he had exhausted every page.

He had even brought his own index flags to mark his favorite passages. He had gone on a little rant earlier about how Eda was an outright maniac for dog-earring the page corners.

Luz made a mental note to never show him the state of her Azura books. He would probably cry.

Hunter had become so lost in the Wild Magic sauce, he didn't even seem to care about the fact that he was not supposed to be here.

Of course, Eda didn't mind that he was here. That is to say, Luz didn't technically tell her he was here. She and King were currently out, being menaces to society and all that fun stuff, as they usually were before Luz would sneak Hunter in.

So, to be fair, Eda had never specifically said that Luz was not allowed to let The Golden Guard of the Emperor's coven into their home.

It was probably fine, right?

Yeah, it was probably fine that Luz had been hiding The Golden Guard of the Emperor's coven in her bedroom like some kind of forbidden pet.

Speaking of forbidden pets, that precious red cardinal of his was perched like a Christmas decoration atop his shoulder. That little rascal did wonders for Hunter. He seemed so much cuter than he was when there was an adorable little palisman snuggling up to him.

Once Hunter had processed what Luz said to him, his features screwed up tight. He was offended.

“Whadd'ya mean I'm not listening? I bet you can't repeat anything I was just talking about.”

“Ugh! Yeah, Hunter, I heard you. Paints! You wanna start painting as a hobby and let me just tell you, I fully support your budding creativety and will hype up your work with my entire heart but please. Right now I am having a full blown Amity Calamity!”

“Yeah, okay, that is not what I was talking about. Also, I get that you're freaking out n' all but....what do you expect me to do about it?” He threw his hands about wildly, at a complete loss. “Man, I don't know anything about that stuff,”

“I don't knowww....” Luz groaned. “I just....ugggghhh.” She buried her head in her hands, ruffling her hair into oblivion, like it would miraculously stimulate her brain cells into action. It released some pent up frustration, at least. “I wish it was easier for us to just talk about girls together.”

Hunter perked up. “Talk about girls? Are you kidding? Of course we can talk about girls, dummy!”

“Wait, really?” Luz asked, taken aback by this apparent development.

“Yeah, for sure. One sec,” Buzzing with eagerness, Hunter dove into his stacks of books, emerging seconds later with a worn, dust encrusted volume. It was so ancient, the title had faded away but Hunter still put his finger to where the big letters should be.

“Notable Female Witches of The Savage Ages,” He rattled off delightedly. “They were considered the mothers of Wild Magic. Their style of spell was really quite advanced, see they--”

Despite her frayed nerves, Luz sill managed a weak laugh.

As insufferable as he could be sometimes, she really did like this nerd a lot.

“Okay, Hunter. Buddy,” She said gently. “This stuff sounds really cool and I wanna hear all about it at some point buuuut....when I say girls, I mean...y'know. Amity specifically.”

“Oh. Right. Yeah.”

Hunter's face fell with disappointment but he was quick to snap back into a look of cool indifference. He shut the book in his lap with a soft thump, set it aside and turned his full attention to Luz.

“Sooooo...” he began awkwardly, scratching at his ear. It could not be more obvious that Hunter wanted nothing to do with this discussion. But Luz appreciated that he was trying. “Girlfriend problems, huh? Shoot.”

Luz's cheeks darkened. “Heh. 'Girlfriend'. Yeah, that's...uh...” She was suddenly very inconvenienced by the existence of her own hands so she clasped them together tight to keep herself from fidgeting. “That is.....a word for Amity.”

Hunter frowned, puzzled. “Okaaaay? So, what's the issue?”

“Ohhhhhh, boy.” An ironic, long suffering smile stretched across her face. “Let me just tell you that there is a lot goin' on up here, pal.” Luz tapped her finger against her temple. “So if I'm gonna give you the full unabridged version--”

“You could summarize it.”

“You know I don't know how to do that.”

“Yeah, I know.” Hunter sighed. “Figured it was worth a shot. Okay, let's hear it.”

“Alright but this is gonna be a lot so I suggest you strap yourself in,”

Luz sucked in a deep inhale, with full intent to let the entire flood of thoughts cascade out her mouth.

Hunter's eyes snapped to the floor, like he was actually looking for a safety harness to attach himself to. Then he seemed to realize that was ridiculous, as he scowled to himself. Little Rascal chirped and he irritably mumbled something under his breath in response.

And then Luz took off.

“Alright, so!” She announced, clapping her hands together. “So me and Amity have known each other fooooor...a while now? Yeah, it's been a while. And we've been pretty good friends ever since and then one day, she rescued me from her scary mom and she had this black flowing cape and her voice went all low and then suddenly, huh. Doki doki, y'know?” She thumped a fist against her chest. “I was gettin' all feelings-y up in here,”.

“And then a little later I figured out that we were both feeling kinda feelings-y and I was all like,” She mimed a brain explosion. “Pshww....”

“Pshww....” Hunter repeated quietly, testing out the little sound effect on his tongue. “Doki...doki....?”

“Yeah. Exactly. Doki doki. Pshww.” Luz nodded, as if he had made a valuable contribution. “So, now we're both here in the same boat, fully shish kebab-ed by Cupid's arrow.”

“Hold up. What language are you speaking?”

“And things are....great? Nice? Sorta hard to believe but stuff actually happens. We hold hands a few times, we...” The volume of her voice dropped to a bashful murmur. “we kiss a few times. There was so many beautiful, amazing romance-y moments that happened, just like in movies, y'know?”

“Movies....?” Hunter's bewildered stare turned from Luz to the bird on his shoulder, as if he was going to get any further clarification from either of them.

“Right! But here's the thing. It sorta feels like all that stuff just went by in a blur. I don't even know how I did any of that. The hand holding, the smooches the....ugh! It was like I was on autopilot or something and now I have no idea how to operate. Now, no matter how hard I try to get the vibe right, I can recreate those moments. So now it's starting to feel like...I don't know how to do anything!”

Luz's arms were whizzing around like an out of control windmill.

“I mean, Sure, Amity takes the lead sometimes but I can't make her carry this entire....relationship? Flirtationship? Whatever it is that's happening here! I gotta act or something! But I've been thinking about it waaaay too much. I never know the right time to hold her hand, I never know if she wants me to tell her she looks cute or if now maybe isn't the right time or...it's awkward, okay?! I've been making it awkward 'cause I don't know what to do! I-I don't even know for sure if we're dating! We've never talked about it!”

The last sentence came out as a squeak and Luz realized she had used up all her oxygen and needed to take a breather.

Hunter had not said a word but Luz did not know what to make of that dissecting stare of his, that studied her with a mixture of confusion and fascination. Like she was some kind of peculiar animal. A flushed, panting, peculiar animal.

“So.” He said finally, holding his palm out for Little Rascal to migrate from his shoulder to his hands. “Why don't you talk about it?”

He asked like it was the obvious solution. Luz was a little irked by it, but she kept her patience.

“Oh, Hunter. Sweet Hunter.” She heaved an exhausted sigh. “It is not that simple.”

He still didn't seem to understand. “Well, why not?”

“'Cause it's--.....Uh.” Luz trailed off, twirling her wrist around as if expecting to snatch an eloquent articulation out of thin air.

“Okay. Lemme put it like this. Amity is....really special. To me. Sometimes I still can't believe that she's real and she's friends with me and she likes me and....whew.” She pressed her fingertips to her cheek, surprised by the warmth. Even thinking that sort of stuff prompted a blush or two but it seemed saying it out loud made her face scalding.

“Anyway, now that we're going through....this, everything feels so much more....fragile?” Her voice rose in pitch, uncertain if 'Fragile' was even a suitable word to describe her feelings. It was just a vague, wishy-washy concept to describe.

“Like I feel like I could break it all so easy, just by....” Wait, she knew. She had figured out her handle on this.

“Just by being me.” She felt an ache just by admitting it, but it was the truth. Luz exhaled unsteadily to compose herself, clasping her fists tight into the fabric of her shorts and she continued...calmly.

“I can't risk doing anything that's gonna push her or make her uncomfortable or scare her away or...y'know, ruin this.” She held up her palms with a heavy shrug. “I-I don't have a plan and it would be way too reckless to wing it. Who knows what would come out of my mouth? She tells me a billion times that my weirdness is what she likes about me but...it can just as easily be the thing she hates if I overdo. I can't overdo it.

Luz was expecting Hunter to look at her like she was dumb again, but surprisingly, he nodded. A slow, thoughtful nod, as he absentmindedly scratched Little Rascal under the chin.

As the silence filled a little longer, she was starting to believe he had nothing else to add, which was fine. She had wanted to rant her heart out but realistically, she couldn't imagine Hunter having any advice for her. This wasn't exactly his area of expertise.

“Hey, Luz.” He said at last, voice surprisingly breezy. “You know those books that you really like? Uhh, with the nice witch Azuzu or whatever,”

“It's the Good Witch Azura!” Luz snapped, hands flying to her hips. “And I know you just pretended to not know her name. You're just trying to be cool.”

“Yeah, yeah.” The corner of Hunter's lip tweaked upwards. “And wasn't there that other witch that you liked to pretend was Azura's girlfriend?

Luz scoffed, finding it utterly unbelievable that this obnoxious little man had the audacity to be so dismissive towards her favorite book series, when she had been sweet enough to smuggle him in here.

“She was not her 'Girlfriend', she was her 'Soulmate' and if you even listened to me talk about it, you would know that. For your information, her name was Hecate and she began as Azura's rival but over the course of the series, they developed a beautiful, unbreakable bond that was jam packed with heavy romantic subtext. I mean, even their declaration of their eternal friendship in Book Five, which was really emotionally poignant by the way, reads so much like a love confession, it's a crime. And it's like...Ladies! Just kiss already!”

“Okay. Right. Sure. I understood some of that.”

“I mean, I guess I've read a ton of Heczura fanfics to tide me over. It's hard to find a fic where they don't kiss. Hold on, you know what fanfiction is, right?”

“Yeah.” The light in Hunter's eyes dimmed. “You made me sit through that three hour long slideshow presentation, remember?”

“Oh, right,” Luz popped a finger gun. “That was fun,”

It was fun, but a lot of work. Hunter was pouting over losing a measly three hours of his time. Well, newsflash, nerd, Luz spent two weeks working on that. Nobody is getting their hours back.

“And what usually happens in those fanfictions?” Asked Hunter, propping his chin up with his hand, as Little Rascal hopped over to a pile of books. “How do they end?”

“I told you, they kiss. A lot of the time they look deeply into each others eye and talk about how they complete each other like two halves of one heart. And y'know, moments of miscellaneous fluff.”

“Uh huh. Interesting,” He mused, tapping his pen against his bottom lip.

Luz knew Hunter could be a little...eccentric but was he really analyzing fanfiction right now? Where did the sudden interest come from?”

“So, uh, besides Azura and Hecate, are there any other...boats(?) that you--”

“Ships.” Luz corrected him.

Hunter snapped his fingers. “Right. Ships. Basically love stories that you really like.”

“We talkin' canon or non canon?”

Hunter squinted at her, lost. Seems somebody was not taking enough notes during the slideshow presentation. “Both? A-all...?”

“Oh, well, there's a bunch.”

Luz had no intention of listing every single ship that had captured her heart. They would be here all week.

“I've spent my whole life reading books, watching movies and anime and--”

“Anime...?”

“Hunter, please!” Luz squeaked as calmly as she possibly could, but she could not deny that she had started to vibrate. “You have no idea how excited you just made me at the thought of teaching you about anime but I'd need to dedicate a whole day to that 'cause I need to meet Amity soon and I'm still sorta in crisis mode. So, let's stay on topic.”

Her brow furrowed. “Whatever the heck the topic is! Why are we talking about ships, Huntifer?”

He waved off her question. “Okay but how does the story usually end for all your ships? The book ones, the anime ones, all of them,”

“We've been over this with the fanfiction discussion. They kiss, Hunter. Geez, you want a diagram or something?”

“But what else?” He prompted.

“What do you mean 'What else?'”

Now this was just getting ridiculous.

“They kiss!” Luz said with a huge amount of emphasis. “And again, miscellaneous fluff. They'll do stuff like pick each other up and swing around, hold hands and....walk off into the sunset, y'know?” She waved off all that extra padding as unimportant to the conversation. (Though Luz did really enjoy miscellaneous fluff.)

“Well yeaaaah,” Hunter was giving off vibes of a grade school teacher who gave her little nudges in the correct direction but ultimately wanted her to figure out the right answer herself. She wished he could just give it to her because honestly, she didn't know where this any of this was going.

“But when exactly do they ask each other if they're dating?”

“Whaa?” Well, that settled it. He had paid no attention to the slideshow whatsoever. “Nah, nah, they don't do stuff like that. They don't have to 'cause they're already perfect for each other. All they gotta do is look into each others' eyes and they just...” Luz shrugged, feeling lightness bubble in her chest at the very thought. She had a feeling her smile looked pretty dopey. “They just know.”

“Right. And why don't you and Amity just know?”

The bubbles burst and the lightness turned to dead weight.

The question speared through Luz's gut. Her entire body went rigid.

She had known but...

She had been trying not to...

Not to think about it.

Because if she thought about it, she knew she'd cry.

But there is was. A culmination of every coil of underlying dread that had been gradually writhing in her stomach in a monster of anxiety, summarized in a short and sweet collection of simplistic little words.

Luz did not just know when it came to Amity. She was constantly taking shots in the dark. That is, if she was even brave enough to take a shot at all.

The two of them together were not as seamlessly synchronized as couples in love were supposed to be.

Her throat stung.

Her vision went cloudy with blotted tears but she managed to catch Hunter's stony expression break into one of sheer panic.

“Wh-- Luz! Hey!” He yelped, scrambling to pick himself up from the floor. He nearly tripped over his books as he stood and hurried over to close the distance between them. He made to reach out to her but his hand stopped, just as it was about to brush against her shoulder. It hovered there for a moment, fingers curling and uncurling with uncertainty.

“Luz, listen, I wasn't....I-I mean, what I meant was...uhh. C-c'mon, cut it out!” Hunter's voice crackled with desperation and despite crying her eyes out, Luz felt the watery chuckle at the back of her throat.

“Aww, does crying make the Golden Guard uncomfy?” She tried to tease but her words came out all wobbly.

In fairness to the poor guy, it probably did. Luz couldn't imagine that dealing with tears in a delicate matter, was ever something he would need to handle in his line of work.

For all she knew, this was his first time having to comfort someone like this.

“You don't get to make jokes and cry at the same time. You gotta pick one.” Hunter snipped, but his tone was not nearly as cutting as usual. Luz was almost tempted to call it soft.

Clearing her eyes with the heel of her hands, she finally felt that warm touch on her shoulder, and then another rest against her upper arm.

Somehow the gentleness cracked all her remaining composure and she dissolved into ragged sobs.

Hunter did not speak nor did he let go out her until she got every tear out of her system. He waited patiently, tracing circles with his thumb into her skin.

Eventually, her sniffles fell silent and her eyes no longer blurred. She took a deep breath and the following exhale was shaky but manageable.

“Are you....good?” He asked cautiously.

Luz nodded.

Hunter removed his hands so carefully, you'd think doing so would cause her physical pain. He must have heard once that people were more prone to being hurt when they were already upset and assumed it was literal.

“Do you really think that...Amity and I....” Luz's voice was low and quiet but her jaw was set tight. She refused to let her words be whimpered. She looked up, meeting Hunter's eyes. “Aren't right for each other?”

“What? No! No, no, no,” Hunter looked positively alarmed at the accusation. “Luz th-that's not even remotely what I meant by that.”

“Well, then I guess you accidentally hit the nail on the head.” Luz managed a strained, bitter little smile. “'Cause it's true.”

“Luz, c'mon,” Hunter groaned, exasperated. “Don't talk like that, you've got it mixed up.”

“No.” Said Luz, tone quiet, polite yet strikingly obstinate. “You were right, Hunter.”

For someone who loved being right, he didn't seem thrilled at all.

“When it comes to Amity, I don't just know. I don't always know what she's thinking or what she wants from me. After all this time, I-I shouldn't still be trying to figure her out,”

Luz wanted to figure her out. Every time she was in her orbit, she wanted nothing more to turn over every last piece of that girl and find every hidden gem.

But now, it like she was barricaded. Something was keeping her from moving forward, from discovering Amity.

“I mean, we've kissed.” The memories of Amity were turning more and more bittersweet by the second “I told her I loved her! We had our happy ending already! A-at least I thought it was a happy ending. But we're not acting like people who are made for each other are meant to act!”

“How do you even know how people who are meant for each other are meant to act?!” Hunter demanded, as though it wouldn't reach Luz's skull unless he raised his voice. “In all the love stories you've read, it always ends with a kiss, doesn't it?”

“And--”

“And miscellaneous fluff. Yeah, I get it.” Hunter shooed the detail away before clearing his throat.

“Point is, they never talk about what comes after. You don't read about all those awkward talks where they decide if they're dating or not and talks about what they're okay with and what they're not. It always just cuts to the perfect, shiny romantic stuff, all tied up with a bow and because of that,” He clutched Luz by the shoulders.”You don't know how to move forward in a relationship 'cause you've never had a frame of reference to help you along.”

“Hey, that's not true!” She tore away from Hunter's grip. “I'll have you know that I imagine my favorite ships as couples all the time,”

“Yeah and lemme guess,” He droned, setting a hand on his hip and launching into a mockingly saccharine tone of voice. “They understand each other soooo well all the time, they can practically read each others' mind and everything is smooth sailing and peachy all the time.”

“Yeah, duh.” Luz didn't quite what he was making fun of. “That's what being a ship is all about.”

“Okay, fine, maybe, but I cannot stress this enough,” He ran his fingers through his hair before making a cutting gesture with the side of his hand, directed at Luz. “You are not a ship.”

“Well, yeah, obviously. I'm only one--”

“I mean that the two of you aren't a ship! Listen to me, you're not Azura and Hecate. You're Luz and Amity. You're real people. You've got like a million different emotions and they're messy and crazy and you don't understand most of them.”

“Okay, Hunter, I get it, I'm a hot mess. You don't have to rub it in.”

“We're all hot messes, Luz!” He exploded. “Every single one of us. 'Cause we're real and not book characters.” He was pacing back and forth now as he ranted and raved, gesticulating like a madman.

“We gotta handle all the awkward conversations that don't fit into books. You gotta talk to real people to get them and you can talk to them for years and years but you're never gonna entirely understand them. In your love stories, it's all kisses and happy endings and it's shiny and sparkly and perfect and nerds like you Eat. It.Up!”

Hunter emphasized his point by poking Luz's forehead, shocking a startled laugh out of her. As wound up as he was, the noise surprised him too.

Her laugh was contagious and soon the room was silent, expect for the sound of quiet, breathy giggles.

One of the knots in Luz's stomach had untangled itself. Hunter did make a point that she could understand. Yeah, okay, maybe she had been a little too wrapped up in fiction to successfully navigate through her own life. Luz had never been the most logical person so it was comforting for a levelheaded counter-argument to whatever was currently inflaming her anxiety.

Obviously, this didn't fix everything. Now, she understood why this wasn't easy but that didn't mean she magically knew where to go from here.

Once the shadow of Luz's smile had finally faded away, she looked up and studied Hunter for a long while. Her gaze may have been a bit intense as nervousness began to creep into his features.

“H-hey. Uh. Sorry if I was a little too--”

“Huntifer, I think you might be on to something with this one,”

He blinked at her before brightening with relief, shrugging it off. “Oh. Yeah, maybe. I dunno, I guess it's worth some thought.

Astonishing how Hunter could switch from the cockiest, most obnoxious kid in the Boiling Isles to a remarkably humble guy. Maybe it depended on context. Or he was just embarrassed that he sorta lost control of himself in his impatience.

Luz nodded. “I'd say a lot of thought. But..I think things are still gonna be awkward. With Amity. I still don't know how I'm supposed to talk this stuff through with her.”

Hunter snorted, loosely folding his arms over chest and resting his weight on one hip. And just like that, with that simple change of posture, he looked full of himself again “You wanna know a secret that's probably not much of a secret?”

He beckoned Luz to lean in closer and said in a stage whisper. “Amity probably doesn't know either.”

Huh. Yeah, Luz knew that. She knew that at the back of her mind but...she hadn't really thought about it much. She was a little too preoccupied with her own inexperience.

Hunter's lofty grin softened. “So, it's a good thing neither of you are doing it alone, right? Don't you think you could figure out how together?”

Figure out how together....

The realization sank from the surface of her mind, and everything was processing very fast then suddenly, everything clicked.

Amity.

Luz knew Amity. Luz trusted Amity. Luz loved Amity. If there was any person Luz believed would stumble alongside her through things they didn't quite understand yet, it was Amity. And it occurred to her that Luz would help Amity in return without hesitation.

With enough notches and trimming and smoothing edges, if they worked through this together, Luz and Amity could click too. Maybe not perfectly, not for a while just yet.

But enough that they could make each other happy.

A swing of confidence so strong flooded Luz's system, she swore she nearly collapsed. She felt the grin tugging at her mouth.

She could try. She could absolutely try. They could both try.

“Is...that a yes?” Hunter asked, gauging her expression.

Luz nodded so speedily, it made her head hurt. But then she realized something else and she turned a very specific look on Hunter.

But before he could ask if she was about to attack him, she held up two fingers on each hand and then placed them on either side of her head so they jutted out just behind her ears.

“Man, I don't know anything about that stuff,” Said Luz, in what she believed to be an uncanny imitation of Hunter's voice.

He frowned. “What are the theatrics for?”

“You lied to me!” Luz was delighted.

“I-I didn't lie!” He loudly objected, pointed ears scorching bright pink. “That was just common sense, you doofus. You know, that thing you lack.”

“You know, that thing you lack.” Luz parroted, swinging her hips from side to side. Once again, her impression remained flawless.

“Don't do that!”

“Don't do that!

“Stop, you weirdo!”

At the peak of riled up, Hunter floundered for a retort that Luz wouldn't shoot back at him with childish mimicking. But then he cracked and wound up sticking his tongue out at her.

Luz simply mirrored him and Hunter huffed indignantly, turning on his heel and stomping back towards his books.

He had barely made a few steps when Luz lunged at him from behind, draping her long, lanky arms around his shoulders.

“Wha—Hey! Get off!” He squawked, struggling to pry her off him as Luz squished her cheek against his.

“Huntifer~” She singsonged. “Can you please calm down for two seconds and let me say thanks already?”

Hunter knotted his arms and his scowl didn't soften but Luz didn't miss how he stopped trying to squirm out of her grip.

“Even though you were kinda rambly and all over the place, what you said helped. It helped a lot. I know this is something I can handle and I know that 'cause of you. Thanks, nerd.”

She waited patiently until she felt his shoulders loosen. And then he glanced back at her and there was a smile. A small, tight, subtle smile but it was good enough for Luz.

And then with a burst of adrenaline, she gripped him tighter and planted a big, wet raspberry on his cheek.

Predictably, Hunter blew his top. He screeched furiously and his hands went wild to push her off but Luz was stronger than she looked. And so help her, she would give Hunter this affection or die trying.

Dying trying did not seem unlikely, actually. Hunter had told her once before that if he ever murdered her, it would probably be her own fault. Luz could not argue with that.

“That is so gross!” He griped, once Luz had finally released him.

“You're gross~” She chirped, practically bouncing on the balls of her feet.

Hunter wiped the spit off his cheek with his palm before looking up at Luz with narrowed eyes

Luz did not have time to brace herself and suddenly she was tackled to the ground. She kicked and she screamed as Hunter dragged his disgusting wet hand across her face.

“GrossGrossGrossGrossGrossGrossGroooooss!”

Hunter cackled maniacally the whole time.

They carried on like rowdy toddlers for a while until Luz had to go meet Amity, leaving Hunter and his palisman to themselves.

It was too weird to admit out loud but he was disappointed that she was gone. Hanging out with her like this wasn't that bad. Talking with her, arguing with her, wrestling with her. It all made Hunter feel....so much like a kid.

Something that he had realized recently was that he still liked being a kid.

In spite of the doom and gloom of white of gold, of the clawed scars in his shoulder, of the spear that grazed his hair, a spark of childishness remained in Hunter that had never been entirely snuffed out.

It wasn't until he met Luz that he began actively trying to keep that spark alive.

The sun had long since fallen asleep by the time Luz returned and the moon was pooling in the sky. A little after sun down, he heard the downstairs door slam shut and the loud exuberant voice of The Owl Lady boomed from the floorboards beneath him. By the sound of it, she was celebrating a successful day's work. Hunter wondered what she and the cute little demon had managed to steal today.

His snoozing palisman was tucked snug in the crook of his neck, a pleasant warmth against his skin. It was a good idea to keep the bird close. If someone other than Luz came barreling into the room, he'd better have his staff on hand to magically conceal himself.

But once an hour passed and the chatter of the witch and the demon below gradually faded into loud snoring, Hunter presumed they had passed out on the couch. For the time being, he should be fine.

Hunter hoped that creepy owl tube thing wouldn't rat them out. Fortunately, Luz had promised that Hooty was willing to take a bribe but unfortunately, gossip spread fast in the Boiling Isles. Now The Golden Guard had a reputation for being a lunatic who visited the night market several times, buying dead mice in bulk.

He snorted to himself, combing through 'From Bones to Fire: A Study of Wild Magic Volume 2'. Everything he went through just to get his hands on knowledge.

Well, also to be young with Luz.

Yet another hour passed and somehow, being surrounded by his own obsession, Hunter got a little overstimulated. To give his brain a rest, he was now flipping through some tattered old magazine that Luz brought with her from the human realm. Some of the articles were practically gibberish to him but overall, it was okay. He learned he was a Scorpio. He didn't know what that entailed but it sounded cool.

He nearly jumped out of his skin as Luz burst into the room, announcing her return.

Startled, his palisman flew into a fluster, cheeping like crazy before it settled down atop his head. Hunter, meanwhile, had flung the magazine away so fast, it was like it had contaminated him, and snatched up the closest book to pretend he was reading it the whole time.

Thankfully, Luz didn't notice.

“Hey there, Little Rascal,” She cooed, prancing across the room and plopping down next to Hunter. “And hey, you little bookworm, you.”

“Bookworm?” Hunter knocked his shoulder against hers. “You looking for a fight, kid?”

“Whaaaat? Hunter, you wound me, I was just....Ohhh, my bad. I always forget that our bookworms and your bookworms are two waaaay different things.” She paused thoughtfully before shaking her head. “Actually, I don't retract anything. You look like a bookworm.”

“Yeah, well, you smell like a selkidomus.” Hunter smirked.

“Hey!” Luz bumped their shoulders. “Can you blame me? I've had one heck of a day with lots of nervous sweating!”

He was surprised that got him laughing but that tended to happen around her.

“So, how'd it go?” Hunter asked, even though he already knew the answer.

Luz's beam was as bright as a dozen of her light spells. The corner of her lip was twitching, as if she wanted to smile wider but it was physically impossible.

“We're dating.” She stated, no more than a whisper.

It obvious since the moment she entered the room, far bouncier and bubblier than usual but Hunter still grinned.

He had expected her to scream it from the rooftops, to grind his ribcage into powder with the force of her hug, to set off a riot of firework glyphs, spelling it out in lights.

No matter how she could have chosen to tell him, he would have been just as giddy as she was.

And yet, despite the lack of fanfare, somehow, it still felt so much like Luz. Though he knew that in the morning, she would tell the entire Boiling Isles, right here, right now, only Hunter knew. Something about that felt nice.

But the quiet serene scene was momentarily ruptured when Hunter spotted Luz re-adjusting herself out of the corner of his eye and he was immediately on high alert. Another raspberry, he could sense it.

“Luz, don't you d--”

It wasn't a raspberry.

The feather-light peck against his cheek was gone before he fully processed it, as Luz drew away with that big stupid smile still plastered on her face.

Hunter blinked away the surprise, looking to her with a raised eyebrow.

“What's that look for? In this family, we give each other hugs and kisses~”

He felt his lip quirk upwards as he scoffed, turning away with a shake of his head.

“That was so gross.”

“You're gross.”

“For real, it was even more gross than the raspberry.”

Luz burst into giggles and Hunter could understand why everything was suddenly a million times funnier to her. She will still fizzling with that giddiness that Amity had kissed into her and now it was all spilling out.

To be honest, listening to a teenage girl gush and squeal about her girlfriend did not seem like something Hunter would ever willingly subject himself to.

But this was Luz. His friend, Luz.

He lightly pinched the pudge of her cheek. “Heeeey. You wanna tell me all about it, don't you?”

Luz snapped her head over to gawk at him, astonished. And then the excitement took hold and her hands started flapping and she looked about ready to explode with delight. Her mouth was already flying open to give every solitary detail of her evening with Amity Blight.

But then she stopped, a crease forming on her brow. He caught that unreadable look she gave him and the way her eyes skimmed over the books that scattered the floor around them.

“Hmmm.” She stroked her chin with an over dramatic 'thinking' face. “Y'know what? I'll think I'll keep it all to myself.”

“Oh, really~?” Grinned Hunter. “I can only imagine all the romantic schmaltzy sickening stuff that occurred tonight. Miscellaneous fluff, right?”

Judging by the blood that stained her cheekbones, he must have been correct.

“Hey, Hunter.” She said quietly, resting her weight against his side. “You've been lost in your books for hours now. Would you mind telling me all about the most interesting you read about today? Reading myself is fine but it's way better to hear all about it from a bona fide nerd.”

Frankly, it was embarrassing how fast the giddiness practically electrocuted him and suddenly he found himself rambling. He rambled until his voice gave up but it didn't bother him at all because it was just Luz.

Luz hung on every word he said.

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