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(yes, i reposted this. i needed to edit the dates. thank you to those who will re-reblog and re-like.)

it's finally here. a major quick thank you for all the love and patience everyone has shown me over this series. i hope it's worth the wait.

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it's getting real now...

CHAPTER TWO: MASTERMIND

FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 8TH, SIGMA NU CHAPTER HOUSE

Chistine Kiko just handed you an eighth of mushrooms and you weren’t one to disappoint. Even if it was your first time. “My fucking dad wouldn’t let me do anything in the Hamptons. I literally only had my dab pen and coke. Like, what kind of person does that?”

They taste like fucking shit, Christine licked her pudgy fingers dry while you were gagging between chews. “He sounds,” baby barf, “like a monster.” She doesn’t pick up on your sarcasm, “thank you! Everyone said I was being dramatic too, glad to know I can rely on you.”

You cough on the last swallow, Christine patted at your back, a red solo cup pushed in your hand. “Drink. I mean, he bossed me around all summer too. He thinks I wanna be like him, like, try that with your other kids?” You pull the cup down, “you’re an only child?”

Christine shrugs, “it’s never too late.” You hum while you finish the mixture, it was ultra sweet, you assume it was full of booze. “So, basically, you’re gonna have a super fun time and I will totally be here for you if you need me, but I have friends to see, ya know?”

It’s a nice way of saying she will absolutely not be around if you need her. You stop her with a hand on her wrist, “wait, how long until this hits? Will I know?” Christine smirks, “about an hour, give or take. Ride the wave and pick a bed to land in.”

You’re alone for an entire two minutes, just enough time to get your own cup of jungle juice, the same mixture as Christine’s, before an arm drops around your shoulders. The voice alone makes you want to eat sand, you just know he’s about to say something stupid.

With his girlfriend in tow, blonde hair whips towards you, a snotty smirk, “did you see Harvey yet?” It takes everything in you not to wack his arm. “No, not yet.”

“Well, I’m sure he’s going to love your top.” You huff at him, “this wasn’t even the shirt Ally wanted me to wear, so, fuck you!” Matt holds a hand to his chest, “I am in a committed relationship, and even if I wasn’t, ew.”

“Don’t flatter yourself, blondie. I’ve seen cuter rats.” He narrows his eyes, “I will pray for evil to find you.” Ally gasps, “Matty, no.”

Holding a middle finger up, your eyes wander around the room until you zone in on Harvey resting against the staircase, a gleam of light hits his wrist, silver dances in your eyes.

Harvey must have felt you, his chin rises in a poor excuse for a nod. You flash a four finger wave, raising your cup to your mouth when he starts laughing with a friend. Matt pokes your elbow at the interaction, “what kind of dress are you wearing to the wedding?”

You grin, “I’m not sure yet, I don’t wanna clash with Ally.” You turn to her, “we both can’t wear white, right?”

“Hey, hey, hey, if anyone’s going to marry Ally it’s me, and it’ll be in a church so you’ll either sit it out or burn.”

Checking your phone you nibble at your lip, thirty eight minutes. Trent’s nowhere to be found, you need to start looking. And subtly. You take a step back, pretending to be interested in a fake text. “Give me five minutes, I need to make a call.” Ally’s quick to give the go ahead, “okay, text me if you can’t find us!”

Thirty seven minutes. Your shoulder hits a freshman’s, jungle juice splashes on the hardwood; spilling out an apology you step over the puddle. A boy you haven’t seen before smiles at you, if you weren’t on a mission, you’d be saying hello.

You loop by the garage, heart stuttering when you capture Peter and Ethan playing a game of beer pong. Trent wasn’t there, your last hope and prayer was in the backyard.

Surrounded by rose bushes, the chapter president had his lips wrapped around a cigarette. The red glow lit his cheeks up on the inhale, two girls and another guy with him, you think you shared a class with one of the girls last year.

Trent catches your eyes, it’s clear you both don’t want anyone to know what’s going on. He directed his gaze towards your phone, a hand moved around in his pocket before he produced his own.

You stare at your home screen, expecting the message any second. It comes when you move back inside.

‘Use the backstairs, my room is on the left at the end of the hall.’

‘Give me five minutes.’

Thirty two minutes, you don’t have any time to waste. Your feet hit the stairs.

Trent’s room is messy and terribly decorated. Clothes covered the floor, empty bowls and plates scattered across his desk, a still sweating, sealed water bottle makes you smack your lips. How tempting.

A string of flags, a political one that doesn’t surprise you in the slightest, a ‘Saturdays are for the boys’ one, and a black and white american flag. The trio makes you roll your eyes, it seems very fitting for his personality. No shoe has a matching partner in the entire room, you’re scared to think of what might be under his bed.

You don’t feel safe or comfortable enough to sit on it either, it’s unmade and with a noticeable and questionable looking stain. He does have a couch though, and it looks very, very comfortable. It feels like you’d sink right in. It’s not enticing enough, you don’t trust it.

You check your phone again, it’s been five minutes and it could be the liquor, but you feel a slight wobble. Twenty three minutes until blast off Trent slides through a small crack in the door, your arms cross defensively. “I know you’re not fucking me, but you can at least pretend to care about my time.”

“Wrong. I wouldn’t care about you, even if you were fucking me.” He proudly takes a seat at his desk, he offers you nothing. A smug look rolls over, “you’ve built it up long enough, what do you need from me?”

The sooner it’s over, the better. “My friends and I have a bet on your potential new members, if the person I pick makes it through recruitment, I win. I need you to make sure I win.”

Trent’s facade slips, even just for a millisecond. “One more time, and I need you to be very clear on it, alright?”

Were you slurring your words? You try to speak clearer. “I know someone who’s going to pledge, and I promise you he has no involvement in this, but I need him to be recruited so I can win some money. All I need is for you to make sure I win and they don’t.”

A brief pause, Trent looks sympathetic. “I’m sorry, but I can’t help you with that.” You cut him off, he accepted the terms last Friday, and again when you sent over copies of your- Noa’s hard discoveries.

“No, no, Trent, you did. You said anything I needed, and I need this.”

“If you would’ve told me what you needed, you would’ve known I couldn’t help you.”

“This is bullshit, I’ll start singing from the rooftops about your payoff.”

“No, you won’t. I’m the president, so I get final say on who we fully recruit-” You roll your eyes, “I know.”

“- but I don’t get to choose who makes it past rush, you need a member to bid on a pledge. You need someone to big brother him, I can’t do that. If I get involved it becomes dirty rushing, and that is the biggest ‘no no’ to exist.”

You slump, everything comes crashing down. “So… you can’t even pull rank here?” Trent shakes his head, “absolutely not.”

“So this was all for nothing?”

“If you can find a member to bid on him, you have my promise he’ll make it, and I’ll cut whoever you need so you can win. That’s it.”

You’re at a loss, you have no other member you could ask. Matt could never keep a secret, you didn’t know Ethan well enough and there was no way in hell you’d ask- “Want my advice? Parker is your best bet.”

You shake your head wildly, it takes a moment for your mind to click back into place. “You really want to involve someone else into this? You know what’s at stake, right?” You’re hinting at his secret, Trent shrugs.

“If anyone is going to know about it, I’d want it to be Parker. He can keep a secret and has no issue in playing dirty if he’s in on it.” You’re suddenly very thirsty, you keep licking your lips for moisture.

“He doesn’t know who I am.” Not a total lie.

“Then introduce yourself.”

You shouldn’t have to do anything, he’s the one not making good on his promise. You made good on your end and in return he’s barely lifting a finger. Maybe it had something to do with not wanting Peter involved due to fear of judgment. Or, maybe he’d be impressed like Trent.

If you wanted Peter to be a conquest, it couldn’t start by you asking for a favor. That was friend behavior, and you wanted to be anything but friends. This was Trent’s problem, not yours. He doesn’t understand that you can make things difficult for him if he backs out.

Your tongue is thick and you need water. You have no time for this.

“Listen, Trent. This is your problem. I held up my end of the bargain, and you have to do yours. I don’t care how you do it, but you’re going to pledge Isaac Barns. If you don’t, I’ll turn shit around and make this the dirty frat, the frat that cheated for first place.”

Trent held a clenched jaw, you saw nothing but fury in his eyes. “We’ll figure something out. No need to get mouthy.” If you had more time you’d entertain his comment, but it’s clear he’d figure something out.

You eye the plastic water bottle next to him, snatching it from the side. “And I’m taking this, talk to me when you have a plan, Simpson!” When his door slams shut, it rings in your ears.

You feel every muscle in your legs move while you walk, and within minutes it seemed like everything got brighter. A vibration washes down the back of your thigh, you slap around, it’s your phone. A single text.

‘friend?’

You’ve been missing too long, one way to stop the questions.

‘Finding Harvey…’ the response was a keyboard smash.

Blinking harsh, the room feels like it’s blending together. You’ve never felt this way, it’s like the entire house is moving underneath your feet. The floor waves you into the crowd, everything feels like it’s slow motion, yet sped up at the same time.

“Hey!” You don’t know who it is, it’s a stranger, his voice sounds distorted. You shake your head clear, and step right by him. You’re on a mission and can’t be sidetracked, things are hitting quickly and you need to find Harvey to explain plans have taken a very sharp left.

A spin of bodies, you find one that stands out. You catch her shoulders.

“Lindsey!” You fight for the words, they’re like butter. “Have you seen Harvey Guyn?”

She’s fucking plastered, a slur of letters string out. “... hall.. wine… yeah! haha…” A gasp when she sees a friend across the house, you’re forgotten in a second. Putting your faith in her, you take careful steps, slapping your hands on the wine closet and tugging it open.

“Harvey! You in here? Lindsey said you were-” there was no chance to finish, Harvey was busy doing it for you. His head was thrown back on the wall tiles, a guttural moan ripped from his throat. Wrapped around his fist was a tight hold of black hair, to help Christine Kiko keep his dick swallowed down.

“Oh shit,” you slam the door on them, standing in shock for a few seconds. It wasn’t about him hooking up with her, he could do what he wanted. But it wasn’t everyday you saw something like that in person, and you had to give credit to Christine, she was taking it like a champ.

It gave you an out for the night, you were too high for anything but breathing.

Thank god for Christine Kiko. And really bless her for catching up with you in record time spurting apologies while wiping her mouth clean. “I know, I know, you guys were hooking up, but-”

You stop her sorry, “how’d you know?” She rakes her long nails through her hair to untangle it, it comes out clean instantly. “My dad is super simping for his dad and we vacationed together this year so he had me try and make Harvey happy so he could tell his dad they should do business.”

Christine has no idea how fucked up that sounds, “what would he have done if you were his son?” She doesn’t miss a beat, “Harvey swings both ways, doesn’t he?”

Music shakes your feet, Christine’s hair looks soft. It’s black and pin-straight, you reach out, you comb your fingers through without a hint of struggle. “Wow, you take such good care of your hair.”

“Rice water, you’re welcome.” She looks back at the door, “I need some things to finish up, but um, you feeling alright? It looks like it’s settling in.” It is. You’re busy twisting the cap on your water bottle, the small ridges skate across your thumb to create a soothing repetition. “Yeah.”

It makes her smile, “yeah? You should go outside, the trees look fucking awesome, even when it’s dark.” You thank her for the idea, and stand still for a little too long after Christine retreats back to the wine closet. You think it’s your brain trying to remember how to walk, you blame the bass reverberating off the flooring.

The second you’re able to actually pick your feet up, you move three steps before noticing it feels like you have lead boots on. You clomp towards the couches, perched on the side, sitting pretty, was your best friend.

Making eye contact, you replay what just happened. You can’t stop it, it’s uncontrollable, bubbling from your throat, you laugh. Loudly. The longer you laugh, the more intense it gets. Ally has no idea what’s going on, but you assume the giggle is contagious.

“What! Tell me!” You’re trying, but you can’t catch your breath. Each time you try to push more than two words out, you’re back to laughing so hard your shoulders shake. There’s only one reason you’re finding this so funny, you try to collect yourself. “I…” Another round, Ally’s right with you; you think she’s just excited to see what’s got you so giddy.

“Okay, okay. Christine Kiko gave me some shrooms, and they, like, just hit. Also, I just caught her sucking Harvey’s dick.” Ally sputters, “what?!” A hand covers her mouth, the imagery catching up to her. “Oh my god!” You nod, she said it better than you could. “And you saw this?!” It’s like the idea is unbelievable to her. “Uh huh, right in front of me.”

Ally presses the hand covering her mouth, to her cheek. A moment of silence, until she starts to laugh just like you did. You almost copy, until she stops and gives you an ironclad look, “wait, did you say mushrooms?”

You pretend your mind is exploding. “I’m experiencing things I couldn’t explain right now.” Ally’s hair looks almost as soft as Christine’s. You grab a thick piece, breaking it into thirds and start to braid. It feels like rope, your fingers turn into a ball of yarn, fumbling into one useless clump.

“Are you okay? Matty and I were about to go upstairs.” Your eyes flash towards the stairs on instinct, then you're back at her. “Coming back down?” Ally grins and sends you a wink, “not if I give him a reason not to.” She drops her grin, “unless you need company, in that case, I’m here for you.”

Just because you chose to spend your night tripping, it doesn’t mean Ally has to ditch bedtime with her boyfriend. Wouldn’t that be an incredibly selfish thing to do? “I don’t need a trip sitter, I have myself. And Christine. Also, have you seen Prince?”

“Uh, no. He went off with Rocco the second we got here.” Rocco, the second you hear his name, you think of his hair, how does one achieve an afro? Would it be wrong to ask?

“Cool, cool, no doubt, no doubt.” Ally eyes you, she’s trying to make sure you’re fully okay before she pulls Matt upstairs. You flash a smile, it’s enough to have her drop her shoulders in relief. “You always have me, you know where I’ll be.”

“And I am so, so grateful for you, Ally Storm.” Because, you are. In your opinion, mushrooms make you emotional. You went from laughing to appreciative in one minute, suddenly you’re hugging your best friend while holding back tears. “You are so kind, and patient, and nice, and, like, so super supportive to me.”

Ally squeezes you right back, “you should do drugs more often, I’m loving the praise.” You pull back to wink at her, “it’s only cause you’re so great. Go do your boyfriend, since I can’t get any tonight.”

“You think sex on shrooms would be good?” The idea hadn’t occurred, but thinking about it makes you agree with her. “Sex on hallucinogens? That’s boyfriend behavior.” Ally pats your arm, “next time, invite me. I’ll let you know how it is.”

A twinkle in her eye appears, you dread what’s about to happen. “Sup, slugger?” The arm around you is entirely too heavy, but oddly comforting. Like a weighted blanket. “She took mushrooms.” You nod, Matt rubs your shoulder, you almost purr. “Having fun?” Normally, you have a love hate relationship with Matt. You both love to hate each other, but not seriously. Not that it’s been said, but you know Matt would protect you with anything in him if needed.

Tonight, right now, Matt is a solid force. “Permission to hug?” Ally’s eyes widen, she almost doubles down on the sentiment of doing drugs more often. “You wanna full on, front touch me?” Nevermind, Matt just ruined it, like he ruins everything. “Not anymore, you ruined it.”

“Oh, no, no, no. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity.” Before you can try and dodge it, Matt’s got you in his hold. It’s very obvious he’s doing it for the pure enjoyment of annoying you, it’s almost endearing. Almost. You’d fight better at shoving him away but he’s got a warmth radiating from his chest and into yours.

Peter watches you bump hips across the room with Paul’s girlfriend, your fingers pull at her hair. A wild look crosses her face, two of you giggling.

“I didn’t know she was Ally’s friend.” Ethan scratches at his arm, Peter’s guard goes up. He knows why he’s surprised to know you were the friend in question, he doesn’t know why Ethan thinks so too.

Ethan shrugs and asks Peter about something, he can’t focus. “You know her?”

“Yeah, that’s my bio girl.”

Peter felt constricted, he doesn’t know why. “Wait, what? That’s my freshman.”

Ethan stares at the side of Peter’s head. “She’s not a freshman.” Peter sneers at his friend, “yeah, no shit.” Ethan kisses his teeth, “I invited her to the party.” He doesn’t know why, but Peter feels slightly challenged.

“So did I.” His arms cross over his chest, he mumbles the rest. “On the first day.”

“Funny. When I asked she said she had no plans.”

Peter can feel his jaw clench, he wants to kind of fucking punch him, if he’s being honest. And that makes him even more upset, because why is he so threatened? Ethan may have an inkling that his best friend wants you more than he does, but he also wants him to know he could have competition.

“Funny.” It’s clear Peter did not find it funny.

“She’s cool. You know, witty, kind, pretty…” Peter’s doing what he can to keep himself from walking away, he wants to scream that he had eyes on you first. But that’s an insane thought, only one that could be casted by a witch.

“She’s difficult and entitled.”

All Ethan hears is ‘she’s fucking perfect for me.’ And his mind was made up, you were no longer someone he’d pursue. You’re all Parker’s, because he wants you. Even if he won’t admit it, yet.

“So, you have no issue with me moving in on that?” Peter’s a little too quiet, choosing to nurse on his beer in hand. “Do what you want, man.” He finishes his drink, he looks back up at you, sharing a warm embrace with Paul.

“Cause, I don’t mind leaving it alone, if you want.” It takes a second, but Peter lightly shrugs. No words needed to be said, it told Ethan everything he needed to know. “You saw her first, it’s only fair.” It’s tiny, and it’s a microflash, but Peter grinned. What was understood, didn’t need to be explained.

Heavy steps found themselves at a familiar face.

“My roommate ditched me and this floor looks like a pirate ship.” You point down for good measure, Ethan’s a good sport and looks with you. “Is it moving?”

You nod quickly, glad he too can see the shifting boards. Ethan’s sweater catches your attention, it looks soft. By default he looks like a teddy bear, you can’t hold yourself back, latching yourself to the cashmere you run your hands over his back.

“It’s so soft.”

Ethan laughs, he has no issue returning the love. You melt under his touch, everything is so warm. “I can feel your hands.” Your lab partner knows exactly what’s going on, “yeah? What’d you take, X?”

You pull back to spread pixie dust from your fingertips, “magic mushrooms.” Lights flash in cohesion with the music, you’re awe at the sharp beauty. Swirls of color cloud your vision, loud bass rings your ears. Vibrations flow from your toes up to your knees, a circle of laughter around you is contagious.

You can’t stop the giggles, you weren’t sure who was laughing or why but it seemed so fitting.

You throw your head back, the room spins and you squeal when your waist is held tight.

“Ethan!” You hug him again, you can’t stop patting his sweater. “Wanna do some shots?” Ethan shakes his head, “no, you want some water.” You stop, “oh my god, yeah, that sounds so good.” Your lower back is nudged, you’re guided into the kitchen where you see a blur of motion.

Stumbling, your back collides into another body. You spin quickly, you can’t believe it’s taken this long to see him.

“Peter, hi!”

Your arms loop around his back, you pull him tight to you and sigh. He’s broader than Ethan, but his shirt can’t match Ethan’s sweater. Peter feels oddly frozen, you shuffle into him further, an awkward pat is granted to the middle of your back. “Hi.”

“No, no, like this.” You fix the placement, it’s like he’s never given a hug in his entire life. Peter’s offering no warmth, it feels like he’s just allowing you to have this moment. You give him an unsure glance when you pull back, “I’ll make you better, don’t worry.”

You’re stopped before you could try and teach Peter a proper hug. “Let’s not hug, Parker.” You blink wildly at your lab partner, before looking back at Peter, he has an unimpressed gaze on Ethan. “No hugs? You don’t like hugs?”

It’s unacceptable, you pull at Ethan’s arm. “Here, show him how it’s done.” Ethan tries to shake his head, you loop around his waist tightly. “See, Peter? This is how you hug.”

“I know how to hug.”

You smile and nudge away from the cashmere, your arms open wide. “Okay, show me.”

“No.”

A frown takes over, since he’s being mean, you can too.

“Fine. I don’t like your haircut, how about that?” Peter lacks the reaction you want him to give, “thank you.” You narrow your eyes at him, “Christine should’ve given you the mushrooms instead, you’re kinda grumpy.”

Ethan pushes you back, “okay, D.A.R.E. Water.” You took the bottle and looked between the two friends. “Be honest, did you guys know they were hooking up?”

Peter furrowed his eyebrows, you had the urge to rub it out. Ethan slapped your hand down. “Who?” You hold a finger up to pause the conversation, water has never tasted so clear.

“Mmm…” you blink awake. “Harvey and Christine. Did you think he wasn’t planning on me finding out? Was he fully prepared to try and bang me after he got head from another girl? Cause, I don’t think so.”

A song you haven’t heard before plays, it sends waves of warmth over your skin.

Ethan shrugs, “sounds like Harvey, yeah.”

You jeer around the plastic bottle, “boo.” Peter’s short circuiting in his brain. You were hooking up with Harvey? The pieces were muddling. His Harvey? That guy sucks. Peter reacts subconsciously, grabbing whatever you handed him. An empty water bottle, you smile, “thanks!” He grunts before tossing it in the kitchen sink.

“This party would be so much better if Taylor Swift was playing.”

It takes everything in Peter not to roll his eyes, Ethan one ups him in a second.

“Which album?”

You gasp, Peter swears he sees a sparkle in your eyes. For a split second he regrets not asking you the same thing. “Any of them! Do you like her too?”

Peter thought his best friend read between the lines from their earlier conversation. He assumes he didn’t.

“She’s alright, I have a few of her vinyls.” Record scratch, Peter just lost you. Your hand grabbed Ethan’s shoulder, you leaned in closer and gave him doe eyes. “No way, I don’t believe you. Which ones?”

Ethan laughs, “I have them in my room, swear to god. I like her sister albums.”

Peter watches your hand slide down his sleeve until you latch around his wrist, “show me.” Ethan shrugs, “alright, we can-” Peter steps in front of him, the path blocked.

“Keznek.” As in, you’re not doing what I think you’re doing, right?

“Parker.” As in, do you really think that low of me?

A third name is brought into the mix, Peter looks down, you’re smiling big at him and for a second he feels like he’s smiling back.

“Who’s that?”

You point at yourself, “me.”

He finally has your name, it’s fitting. He doesn’t think he’s ever thought a name could fit a person, until he heard yours. A weird urge to compliment it tugs at him, he buries it down. Witch.

Attention back on Ethan, “you swear you have them?” He’s almost offended you’d ask, “promise.” You look to Peter, “can you confirm?” Peter sucks in a breath through his teeth, he shakes his head slowly. “I can’t.”

The answer is obvious, “I have to verify, if you’re telling the truth you’ll win cool points forever.” Plan impeded, the chapter president just walked through the kitchen, a gleam in the wolves eye. His hand clapped Peter’s chest, the light abuse caused you to frown.

“Nice to see you’re making friends with Parker.”

You flip the script, a fake smile. “I’m sorry, who are you?” Ethan laughed behind you and was immediately silenced with a harsh glare from Trent. “Watch it, Keznek.” Peter’s face hardened at the tone.

“You’re taking my advice, I love to see it.”

Peter has his eyes on you, it takes strength to ignore it. “Wanna talk about advice? You should play some Taylor Swift.” Trent scoffs, “get fucked.” Peter speaks up before you have a chance, “hey, woah.” The head of the house wasn’t about to be talked to like he was a chapter officer, even if he was. His response was pushing Peter back and walking away.

“I understand why he’s the president,” you watch the room swirl together. “He’s super mature.” Smacking your lips, you blindly reach for Ethan. “Do you see these fucking lights right now?” Peter glances around, it’s the same party lighting they use each time.

“Are they dragging?” You focus in, when you move your head slow trails of light follow. “Yeah, woah.” Peter clears his throat, the sound cupped around your ears. “Your friend here, freshman?” You spin, “who’s friend?”

Peter looks at Ethan for a second, you’re busy trying to pull at a loose thread on Peter’s sleeve. “How are you getting home tonight?” You twirl the strand around your finger, the tension snaps it. When the blood returns to your fingertip, it warms your entire hand.

“Dunno yet. I’ll figure it out later.” You look down at your feet, they seem like they’re a million miles away from you. The floor shifts underneath you, it makes your knees shake, you clutch Ethan’s arm to balance yourself. “Pirate ship?” You nod, “ahoy, matey.”

Peter shifts when you take him in, more or less just focused on his face. He stands a little taller, then questions it, because why would he care about how tall you perceived him to be? “Peter,” he waits. Pointing behind you, “wanna do a shot? Ethan refused, like he hates me or something.” You can’t stop looking at him, the lights dance over his face, casting him in an angelic glow like no other.

“You think mixing shots with mushrooms is a good idea?” You move around, like your body couldn’t stand holding still. “Just one.” One wouldn’t hurt, and it’s not like he’s doing it for you or anything, he planned on having a shot anyways. You were just another person to pour for.

“Sure. Pick the poison.” You answer quickly, an honest response. “Rat.” Ethan starts to laugh and it’s contagious, you start giggling too. You don’t know why he’s laughing, but it feels good to have someone to laugh with. Peter tilts his head to the ceiling with a heavy sigh, “no, freshman. I meant booze.”

“Oh! Not vodka, I hate vodka, I can taste it in anything, even when Ally mixes it with Hawaiian Punch. So, please never give me vodka. I hate it.”

Peter smirks at Ethan, “so, vodka?” You sputter, you wonder if you confused love and hate in your speech. You shake your head quickly, “no, no, no, Peter. I hate vodka, please don’t give me any.”

Ethan slides a bottle down to Peter, it’s a party classic. Peter waits on you, “this good enough for you, princess?” It was sarcastic as all hell, but it still made you feel warm and fuzzy. “Yes, prince.” Peter just shook his head while he poured them up.

Raised glasses, you wait for the toast. “Here’s to A’s, C’s, and double D’s.” The words made you send a glare to Peter, it seemed like he was waiting for it. “You know, like grades?” It’s not what he meant, all three of you knew it, but you couldn’t fight him on it either. It still works, a cheer is a cheer.

Normally, you’d find Fireball warming, tonight, you find it burning. You almost choke on it, holding it in your mouth for longer than you should’ve, the instant sting had caught you off guard. “Jesus Christ, freshy. Swallow.” It’s like you need a reminder, you’re able to take it down; a shutter takes over your body.

You turn to your lab partner, a sour look on your face. “Why did you let me do that? You’re supposed to be smart.” Ethan holds his hands up, you’re not about to throw him under the bus. “Hey, I tried. You’re the one that only wanted Parker’s opinion.”

SATURDAY MORNING, SEPTEMBER 9TH. CATHEDRAL HALL.

Peter was dragged out of his bed a little too early for a saturday in his opinion. He woke up to Trent hanging over his bed, poking him harshly on his shoulder. “The fuck do you want, Simpson?” If Peter had to guess what time it was by the shadow in his room, it was pushing early morning.

“Get up. We need to go somewhere.” Peter blinked quickly, dragging a heavy hand up to rub the sleep from his eyes. “Now?” Trent started to stab, Peter slapped his hand away. “The fuck, man?” His president wasn’t playing around. “Get the fuck up, Parker.”

Only when Peter sat up did Trent back away, “don’t wake anyone up. I need you downstairs in five.” When his door was shut, Peter squeezed his eyes shut and allowed himself to taste the idea of sleep one more time. Then, he got up, tugged on sweatpants and a hoodie, and silently crept downstairs.

Peter tried to ask what was going on, and where they were going, but Trent just kept saying, ‘you’ll see,’ and ‘shut the fuck up and trust me.’ It wasn’t until he was walking up the steps to Cathedral hall, he had an odd feeling, a slight buzz in his stomach. It heightened when they took a turn for the girls section.

“Hey, Simpson, if this is a planned parenthood thing-”

“Shut the fuck up, Parker.” Out of nowhere he stopped, Peter almost ran into him. Trent banged on an decorated door, a whiteboard with Ally’s name, the other one had been swiped, the name unclear. “I thought Ally was at the house?” Trent beat the door harder, “she is.”

Peter’s eyebrows furrowed, he was about to ask, yet again, why they were there. The answer came when the door flew open, eyes squinting at the hallway lighting, stands you. “You’re not Ally.”

Peter’s slightly surprised you’re home, he had no idea when or how you left last night. He also doesn’t really care.

“No shit,” you lightly scoffed when Trent shoved his way in, your shoulder hitting the doorframe. “Good morning to you, too, dick.” Peter gently walked in, making sure not to bump against you. It made you smile lightly, “good morning, Peter.” He nodded back, “morning.” Trent bounced on Ally’s bed, it produced a loud creak. “No wonder she’s always at the house.”

You sat on the edge of your own bed, gesturing to the spot next to you or your desk chair for a seating option for Peter; he chose the chair. Peter looked over your face while you woke up, your eyes puffy from being rubbed at, you stretched with arms over your head, a peek of skin showed your stomach.

“You look sick.” It snapped you from your daze, you frowned at Trent. “Thanks, it’s my natural beauty.” Trent pulled a sour look, “that’s what girls look like without makeup?” Peter doesn’t really notice a difference, and that’s not a bad thing. “It’s too early for your shit, Simpson.” He looks towards you, you poke your tongue out at Trent, a childish moment to prove you had someone on your side and not his.

Peter watches you lean back, velvety thighs on display. A hand goes behind your back, a plush resurfaced. Spider-Man sits on your lap, arms wrapped tight around his waist. He thinks it’s a squishmellow of some sort, he remembers he hooked up with a girl last year with at least twenty on her bed. She didn’t have a Spider-Man one though.

“How are you feeling?” You look tired, maybe a little hungover. Little to no energy. Peter thinks it’s the comedown of your previous night's choices. You grin, holding Spider-Man a little tighter. “Like a champ, you?”

Trent scoffs, “enough bullshit, wench. You know why we’re here.” Peter feels the hair on his neck stand up, Trent can be a prick, but he really has a vendetta against you. “Jesus Christ, Simpson. She’s a human being.” It’s the bare minimum, but it still makes you feel warm and fuzzy. “It’s okay, Peter. He’s just mad he can’t satisfy women.”

Trent flies up, “fuck you! I’m doing you a fucking favor and-” Peter stands up just as quick, pushing Trent back down with a hand on his shoulder. “Sit down, Simpson.” With Peter as mediator, you don’t worry about standing up for yourself.

“You’re not doing me a favor, I’m doing you a favor! You’re the one that couldn’t hold up your end of the bargain, you asshole!” Trent fights against Peter’s hold, “you’re the one that came to me!” You throw your Spider-Man to the side and step up, Peter backs up against your chest, literally using his body as a barrier. “You’re the one that involved Peter!”

Peter shoves hard on Trent’s chest, it sends him flying back into Ally’s bed. You step back, Peter’s doing his best to look between the two of you. It’s exasperated, “involved me in what?” It goes silent, you weren’t going to say anything, you were the one who told Trent to fix it. Trent’s the one that brought in Peter, Trent’s the one to surprise you with a visit.

Trent’s breathing is harsh, he’s more worked up than you are. You don’t know if it’s the situation or your comments, but you’re not saying a word until he does. “Look, your friend here, she’s the one that got us the intel on the other frats.” Trent’s a lot more gentle this time around, you think it may have something with the way Peter’s looking at him, daring him to try and make a move.

Peter glances back at you, you look away, a poster more interesting. “She needs something in return and I can’t help her. I told her to ask you and I’d look the other way, but someone had to be difficult.”

“I held up my end, Simpson. You do the same.” Trent huffed, “I fucking told you-” he lowered his voice at Peter’s glare, “- that I couldn’t do anything. I told you to ask Parker and you were the one that stormed out all pissed. I brought him here, isn’t that good enough?”

Your arms cross, no, it wasn’t good enough. “I never wanted to involve Peter, I told you that last night. I just wanted you to figure out a way to fix it.” Trent throws his arm out at Peter, “I did! He’s fucking here! He’s gonna fucking fix it!”

Peter feels like he’s going crazy, “fix what?” His chapter president rubs at his forehead, a heavy sigh. “You need to pledge… Fuck, what was his name?” You roll your eyes, you have little to no hope. “Isaac Barns.” Trent nods, “yeah, him. Parker, all I need you to do is pledge him and this-” an allover gesture to your body, “-goes away.”

Peter takes a second to let it sink in, he almost laughs, but it seems a little too real to be a joke. “Dirty rushing, really? You do know what’s at stake if I say yes, right?” Trent’s jaw looks like it’s about to break into a thousand pieces with the tension it’s under. “Yes, Parker, I know what I’m asking.” Peter runs his tongue over his teeth, “right, so you understand why I have to say no.”

You jump in, your hand on Peter’s arm, pulling him to face you. He’s staring at the placement, it’s sending a burn up and down, radiating heat. You pull away before he can shake your hold off, “please?” Peter steps away from Trent with a final warning glance, “tell me, freshman. Are you in a sorority?” You frown, “no.” He nods, like he already knew the answer. “Right. And are you aware of what could happen to me if I agree?” You have an idea, and it tells you it wouldn’t be good. “That’s if you get caught, you have Trent’s go ahead.”

Peter laughs, he doesn’t give a shit Trent’s right there. “You think I trust him to have my back? He’d throw me under the bus in a second.” Peter doesn’t know what you know, you look in Trent’s eyes when you respond, making it clear that that would never happen. “Then trust me, and trust me when I say he won’t.”

Trent looks away from Peter, he makes the connection in a second.

“What do you have on Simpson?” You sputter, you feel a flush of warmth coat you. “I’m not like… some blackmailer or anything.” Trent shouts out from the bed, “ha!” Your eyes flash to the same poster from before, nothing has changed. “Oh, I’m sorry, Mr. President. Do you want to share with the peanut gallery?” Peter raises his hands, displeased, “don’t insult me and ask for a favor in the same breath.”

“Look, Parker, just fucking pledge the kid, alright? It stays between us. Don’t think I don’t have shit to lose by letting this happen. I have the same risk you do.” Peter disagrees, “you’re not the one pledging.” Trent stands up, “but I’m cutting whoever she tells me. We’re both playing dirty.”

Peter’s trying to think about it logically, he just doesn’t understand why. You have all the answers, they’re only there because of you. “Why?” You pause, “what, this guy your boyfriend or something?” You shake your head quickly, “no, no, no. Not at all. He doesn’t even know I’m doing this. He’s just a person I know who’s rushing, that’s it.”

Peter kisses his teeth and shakes his head in disbelief, “yeah, I don’t know about that.” Total defeat, you were at a loss. Your answer was Trent, if Peter wouldn’t do it, Trent needed to find someone who would. “Trent,” it comes out as a whine, a defiant toddler pointing at Peter.

“C’mon, Parker. Think about this. You’re smarter than your own good.” Peter sizes his president up, he really doesn’t like what he’s implying. “And I’m supposed to trust you?” You push on Peter’s arm, “no, you’re supposed to trust me. Trent won’t touch you, no matter your answer. Even though I really wish it was yes.”

Peter’s doing his best to push down all emotion, because if he wasn’t, he’d find out that he wanted to say yes. Just because you asked him. And that’s not who he is, or what he does. He’s known you for a week and he’s about to put his entire academic career at hand, it’s dehumanizing to himself. Witch.

“Fine.” You cheer, Peter’s whipped into a side hug. He claws your arms away from him, “I didn’t say yes. I’ll think about it, okay?” You nod, it’s enough for you, “thank you so much, Peter. Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

Trent throws his hands up, “hello? You’re welcome.” You sneer at him, “you did nothing but put it all on Peter.” Peter tilts his head, he didn’t think about it like that, but you’re right. “You’re insufferable and will never find a man to put up with that.” That was a blow, a harsh one at that. You’re pretty good at brushing things off, or firing back, but Trent went a little too far. He hit that deep down, hidden, insecurity.

You just really wanted to go back to sleep, the thought of Peter in your room no longer slightly excited you. You just wanted to be alone. “Jesus fucking Christ, Trent. Who the fuck says shit like that?” You shrug, “it’s obvious he was just giving me constructive criticism.” You try to joke, it doesn’t really work.

Peter looks down at you, it’s like you sunk down into the floor. Trent made you feel small. “It’s not funny, nothing about that was funny. That was fucked up, Simpson, the fuck is wrong with you?” There’s not an ounce of remorse on his face either, “sorry.” Peter wants to break his arm, instead he shoves him towards the door, nothing near gentle. “You’re a fucking dick.”

“Yeah, and you just wanna stick yours in her.” If he wouldn’t be at grounds of expulsion from the frat, Peter would’ve laid him the fuck out right then and there. “Shut the fuck up, Simpson. Just leave it alone.” He does, and throws the door open before parting you with a middle finger.

Peter pauses at the door, his eyes on your figure. It’s not like he cares about you or anything, Trent was a dick, an uncalled for amount of mean. “Don’t listen to him, he’s still reeling from that ‘can’t please a woman,’ comment.” You give a small smile, “thanks, Peter.”

Peter’s hand holds the door handle, a tight lipped grin. He doesn’t know why, but he feels like he just has to tell you. Clearing his throat, “hey, freshman?” You perk up, he finds himself looking down at your mouth, eyes trailing towards your collarbone. Peter stops himself, it’s not about that right now.

“You’re not… you’re not totally insufferable.”

Something about it makes you explode, you can’t stop the cheek hurting grin. For a second, Peter matches it. “Are you saying I’ll find a man to put up with me?” Peter shrugs a shoulder, “the world is pretty big, freshman. There’s gotta be at least one.”

At least Peter won’t think you’ll die alone, he might even be at your side. “Thanks, Peter. For everything. And for thinking about it, it means a lot to me.” Peter closing the door on himself, he briefly pauses, “just because I said I’d think about it, doesn’t mean I’ll do it.” You nod, “I know.”

“Good. I just didn’t want you to get disappointed.” Your eyes brighten, “you care about disappointing me?”

It goes unanswered, instead, Peter takes a deep inhale. “I’ll see you around.” With that, you were alone with Spider-Man once more.

TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 12TH, ESU DINING HALL.

The plastic chair next to Peter slides out, nickel legs scratch the tile underneath them.

“So, how are we feeling about a verdict?”

Peter doesn’t even flinch, he takes a bite of his sandwich. It was better before it was ruined by the presence of a demonic presence. Your hands drum on the table like you’re building yourself up for a yes, Peter thinks it’s funny you find him so easy.

“It’s been two days, freshman.” You huff dramatically, “not a freshman.”

“You act like one.”

This is the part where you question your attraction towards him, it’s proof to the saying ‘you can’t pick who you love.’ You lean closer, it’s not about semantics. Peter pulls back when you get too close, he must be scared of another hug.

“It’s a pretty easy answer, Peter. If you won’t do it, fine. But your president better figure out another way and quickly. We already have the PNM list, you make the choice sunday.”

It isn’t his problem but the more he knows about it, the more it becomes his. Peter can’t deny the curiosity, for a witch you have no real magic, beyond what you’ve casted on him.

Peter sighs, “alright, explain it to me. Sell it to me.” You sit straighter and fix your hair, clearing your throat you interlock your fingers on the table and begin to pitch. “I’m going on the ski trip this year, yay you.” You pout dramatically, “I needed money because my boyfriend isn’t a member of the frat and I wasn’t budgeted in.” Your words were a nod towards Ally, as if she couldn’t pay for it herself if she needed to.

Peter wants to bang his head against the table, there’s no fucking way he had to spend a week with you in a house. That’s constant communication. That’s hell.

“We bet every year on a member that makes it in, if we win, we get the money. I upped the stakes this year, and I know someone who signed up to rush.” You smile and poke at his arm, it’s solid. Peter looks down at your finger, you pull back and finish.

“That’s where you come in. You pick him.”

Peter crosses his arms over his chest while he tilts his chair back, he’s mulling it over in his mind. He looks over your face while he pokes at his cheek with his tongue, if that’s his concentration face, you hope to make him think a lot more.

“What do I get out of it?” In Peter’s mind, it’s a bit unfair. He’s putting his reputation, spot in the frat and possibly academic probation on the line. And he gets nothing out of it. He doesn’t even want anything in return, or nothing he can think of at the moment at least. It still feels like he has to bargain for something, he’d regret it later.

You try to hide the shock, you didn’t think Peter was that kind of guy. You didn’t know him, but you didn’t take him for a sexual favors type of person. You wanted to hook up with him, sure. But when he felt like it was owed to him, it felt icky.

“Oh,” you look around the room, your voice lowers. The deal took a dirty turn. “What, um…” You look back at him before escaping eye contact, you don’t feel as bold. “What did you have in mind?”

You didn’t hide the shock well, Peter’s chair is back on four legs with a slam. “No, god no.” Okay, he wasn’t asking for sex, but god no? Peter worded it wrong, you took it as a personal offense. “Not…” He’s not even going to try and explain that one out, he ditches the part where he would try to say ‘not that I wouldn’t have sex with you, because I would, but…’

“I’m not asking for you to fuck me, I just meant I’m putting a lot on the line for a girl who assaulted me and a guy I barley like.” Assault is a harsh word, you’d fight him on it but the last part mattered more. You could give him the dirt on Trent, he said if anyone knew he would prefer it to be Peter.

“Wanna know what I have on Trent?” You have his attention, suddenly Peter looks very interested in what you have to say. He nibbles on his bottom lip for a second before nodding, for this part, you really lean in.

“He failed out. The school sent him a letter saying he was dismissed, he had a fourteen average.” Peter’s trying to connect the dots, for once, he truly had no idea what was going on in the frat house. “His dad donated eighty-six grand, anonymously, and the next day? Bam. Reenlisted and all roles reinstated, like nothing ever happened.” Peter’s not surprised one bit, it’s very on brand for the Simpson family, to pay their way out of trouble. At least he can say you didn’t leave him empty handed, it’s good ammo to have in the back of his pocket.

“I’ll consider your request more seriously.” It’s something, and you’ll celebrate it, you pull him into a hug, just for a quick second to squeal in his ear. You’re shrugged off in a second, you don’t care. “Thank you! See, I just knew I picked the good one!”

The good one?

You’re up and pushing the seat in, your bag hung over a shoulder. “I’ll see you friday?” In relation to the weekly party, he nods slowly, like you’re an idiot. “I do live there, yes.” You’re unfazed, you’ve come to realize he’s just a mildly grumpy person. It’s mostly cute.

“Will you let me know then, is that enough time?” Peter will do anything to have you leave, he wants five minutes of peace with his lunch before he has thermodynamics. “Yeah, sure, whatever.” Your eyes sparkle, he has to look back at his plate. “Thank you, Peter. You’re the bestest.”

You really, truly are a witch. Because his sandwich tasted a whole lot sweeter when you walked away. It turned into sog the second you placed yourself at Ally and Paul’s table. Ally’s eyes flashing over to his, a grin when he was caught looking your way. He finished in record time, he needed to get out of the room, it was starting to get a little too warm for his comfort.

Ally started in the second you placed yourself across from her, eyes flashing to where you previously were. “Hanging out with Parker?” You shrug, if it helps getting her off your back, it helps. “He’s cute.” A squeal, she pulls at her boyfriend's arm. “Did you hear that? Matty, ask Parker if he’s into her.”

Matt crushes a coke can, a burp follows. “No.” Ally’s face scrunches up, “why not?” Matt’s swiping at his phone, you can’t tell what game he’s playing, the glare from the lights are too bad. “Cause it’s not my business, or yours.” Ally pulls away from him entirely, her arms crossed over her chest in a huff. Uh oh, she’s mad.

“Babe, can you get me a water? My wallet is in my backpack.” When she makes no move, he peeks over, “please? I can’t pause this level.” It’s a huff from his girlfriend, “what? You’re mad at me now? Look, I can’t even ask him if I wanted to, he’s leaving.” You look over your shoulder, Peter’s walking out with headphones stuffed in his ears, blind to the outside noise. How lucky.

“Yeah, good thing you don’t live together or anything, Matt.” It has his total attention, “no need for that hostility, honey. If you want me to ask, I’ll ask.” It’s the right move, and he played right into Ally’s hand. A cluster of kisses to his cheek, “thank you, Matty. Love you.” A smile’s back on his face, his reward was his request being honored.

The second Ally’s out of earshot you laugh at her boyfriend. “She plays you like a fool.”

Matt doesn’t care one bit. “Yeah, love makes you do that. You’ll find out, she-devil.”

You just hope you’re not the fool.

WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 13TH, QUEENS, NEW YORK.

A six car pileup on the bridge caught Spider-Man’s attention, adrenalin courses his veins, any traces of that six egg omelet from Linda weighing him down vanishes. A screech of his name, he clocks it instantly. A woman, barely fourty. Spider-Man knows who it is, it’s the reporter that called him a Spider-Menace last week. Oh, how the mighty fall.

A head tilt at the woman, she’s panicking. Thrashing in her seat, crumpled between glass and leather. She’s begging him for help, he watches for a moment before speaking over the screams. “Calm down, I’m gonna help you. Just felt like being a menace.” Tears, she speed runs apologies, tells him it’s just a job and her son loves him.

“Alright, alright, come here.’ A grown woman, clinging to his hip is almost comedic. “Thank you, thank you, thank you…” Spider-Man doesn’t need to hear it a million times, it doesn’t mean much to him after the first one. “You’re alright, just wait over here for the fire department, okay?”

There’s countless other shouts, he’s already running back up the freeway. Spider-Man has no plans to stay in the city after this, no, instead Peter is going to take the long train back and listen to a podcast. But right now, Spider-Man has a job to do.

CATHEDRAL HALL.

Three copies of the same page, everyone calls a name.

Ally starts, “I call Conner Frise.”

Prince next, “Sam Mason.”

Ally pokes your shoulder, “c’mon, what’s your pick?”

You pretend to think about it, two pairs of eyes waiting expectantly. You grin, “Isaac Barns.” Confidence spills, “and I’m gonna win.”

FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 15TH, SIGMA NU CHAPTER HOUSE

Peter’s clouded in infatuation. If he was animated, he’d have hearts and stars swirling around his head. Maybe it was the booze that had him feeling so loose, for once dropping the urge to push you away, and to pull you closer. Or maybe it was you. All he could smell was your perfume, it choked him in the right ways. Something he’d be smelling long after you were gone, something that made him want to breathe in against your neck.

You haven’t left him alone all night, circling back over and over until all he could think about was you, you, you.

He didn’t know a neck could be so pretty, how he’d kiss over your pulse and hope it would race as much as his. And he never really noticed hair, until it framed your face. Peter was never much on picking up sounds, but now he’s heard your laugh, the one he pulled from you, he’d never be able to unhear it.

And your voice. It whispered a song into his ears, it sent him leaning in, begging for more of the inflections. Peter didn’t care what you were talking about, as long as you were speaking to him, he’d listen. He wasn’t one to notice clothes, only when they fit just right or left little to the imagination. But on you, everything was your color.

Peter can’t think of anything else but your lips, they’re puffed while you spin words. Velvet tumbles produced, hints of a smile around your ‘S’s. It’s like you don’t notice him getting closer, as he steps forward, you step back. You weren’t trying to escape, it was subconscious, you were making more room for him, you don't realize he doesn't want space.

“It was really kind of sad, because the whole time you were rooting for the main character,” he’d asked you about a book he saw in your room. He doesn’t really care about it.

“Right,” one step closer.

“But then it all comes down at the end and you realize he really wasn’t a good guy,” Peter takes another step, your back brushes the brick wall. Little pricks dig into your shirt, it doesn’t stop you.

“And then?”

You smile, “this is where it gets good,” Peter leans his hand on the wall next to your head, you make no notice. “It is.” It’s more of a statement than a question, he’s relaying it to his own situation.

“You find out he set up his friend,” it was the twist, you’d been setting it up, but Peter has no reaction. You wonder if he was even listening to you, maybe it would’ve been better if he had read it himself.

“Are you listening to me? Cause I just kind of just spoiled the whole thing.”

Peter can’t stop himself, he leans in. His head hangs low, you raise your chin to look in his eyes. How have you still not picked up on his hints? “Why’d he set him up?” You hum, a sparkle forms in your eyes, he was listening.

“Well, if we're talking about my personal analysis, I think it’s cause-”

Your lips are pillowy, puffed under his mouth as they’re wrapped around your words. Your skin is warm under his hands, he can feel your hips burning his palms over your clothes. Peter tugs you closer while simultaneously pushing you further into the brick, when you hum into his kiss, he licks your bottom lip.

Open mouth kisses, your hands tug at the curls on the back of his neck, he’s not one for girls playing with his hair. But you, he wants you to touch wherever you want. He can’t fucking breathe, but he doesn’t care, you’re enough of a breath of fresh air. Peter feels more alive in this moment than he has in a long time.

You pull from him, puffs of air tumble. Peter’s desperate for more, you’re just so sweet. Wet marks dot from your jaw to your neck, your hands tug at the lapels of his flannel. “Peter,” it’s breathless, he wonders if it’s the kiss or him.

Hands tuck under your thighs, you gasp as you’re pulled up to equal height on the wall. Your legs loosely straddle his waist, nails digging into his shoulder when he hums over the middle of your throat between gentle bites and smoothing his tongue over the attack. “Fuck,” it’s a whimper, you don’t mean to, but fuck.

Maybe he shouldn’t have cornered you like this, but what’d you expect looking at him like that?

Peter retraces his steps, all you can think is that he tastes as sweet as he feels. It was everything you’d been pining for, and more. You were screaming in color, each grip of his hands felt like water paint, soaking deep and spreading.

Would it be selfish if you wished he felt the same?

“Parker, you out here?”

You squeak, your feet hit the ground. Peter’s head is spinning, his instinct to get as far away as possible. “Yeah,” it’s airy. He clears his throat, you look over his face, he’s avoiding eye contact. “Peter,” you feel a jolt when he backs away. A stab when he steps around the corner, you try to follow, he’s quicker.

You feel everything crumble when you realize he doesn’t want anyone to know he was with you.

“Where you at? We’re mixing everclear for the PNM’s.”

“Peter,” it’s on deaf ears. He doesn’t even look at you, how could he kiss you like that and then act like it was nothing? Why would he kiss you like that if it meant nothing?

“Right here,” you watch his back disappear. “Tequila if we’re evil, beer to make them puke.” His frat brother laughs, “you’re a sick man, Parker.”

It really, really doesn’t feel nice to be left behind in the cold. Especially when he just made you feel so warm. And it really doesn’t feel right when you want to cry, and it feels humiliating when you give him a grace period, just so you didn’t follow him from the back of the house. Just so no one would see you, just so no one would know what just happened.

Just so you could keep it to yourself.

You feel nothing when a shoulder hits yours, your fingers feel hot from the contrast of the breezy outdoors to the crowded, humid room of bodies. Ally’s arm hangs over your neck, you want to scream.

Peter’s eyes catch your frown, he should’ve done more. But if he doesn’t understand anything, how would his frat brothers? He feels bad, and a little more sober than he should be, a little too sober to have done what he just did. A line of shots, Peter adds an two extra, but he doesn’t add everclear, he chooses Fireball.

A pink, plastic shot glass slid in front of you. You look up, Peter’s waiting and watching, he raises his own. “Cheers, freshman.” It’s something, he’s waiting on your call, you’re so close and you can’t blow it now. You plaster on a smile and shake Ally’s arm off, you raise it up.

“Cheers, Parker.”

Peter must’ve had more than he thinks, because wow, what a gross feeling.

SUNDAY, SEPTEMBER 17TH, SIGMA NU CHAPTER HOUSE

Peter does his best to be a good person, part of that is knowing when you fuck up. And what he did at his party on friday, was a fuck up. It wasn’t that he particularly cared about you, or your feelings, but he could admit that he pulled a shitty move. So shitty he dodged you the rest of the night and left you high and dry with his answer about your favor.

You didn’t even have a way to try and contact him, other than beating down his door but even you knew that would be a bad idea. Which leads him to now, standing on the front lawn, with thirty two potential pledges.

Peter’s turn to bid. A terrible idea. But all he could think about was getting back in your good graces and how much it fucking annoyed him to want that. Peter can feel Trent’s eyes burning into him, he takes a step forward, boldness in his chest.

“I bid Isaac Barns.”

It would either be the worst or best decision of his life and for whatever reason, you’re worth the gamble.

CATHEDRAL HALL

its.parker requested to follow you.

Your eyes widened, suddenly you’re very awake. Peter’s the one that kissed you, Peter’s the one that walked away, Peter’s the one that ignored you. Peter’s the one that followed you. Mixed messages, but it proved something. It wasn’t his main with ten pictures, it was his personal, his finsta, the one full of his personality.

You nibble on your bottom lip, it shouldn’t be that easy for him. Tapping on his account you hit the request button, just because you follow him doesn’t mean he gets to follow you. Mind spinning, you replay friday night again.

The tension eased and multiplied in one action. Peter had made you feel butterflies in the deepest pits of your stomach, when he kissed down your neck, when he wrapped your legs around his waist, when he went in for more, when he kissed you first.

Even thinking about it makes your cheeks hurt from a grin, you squeal out and kick your feet in your bed. Peter Parker kissed you, and it meant something. It had to, something tells you that Peter doesn’t jump without thinking.

Peter’s holding his breath while refreshing his page, still no notifications. He’s worried he blew it that night, not that it matters, it was just a kiss. Everyone kisses, if you really think about it, kisses don’t mean much. At least that’s what he tells himself.

spider.luvr66 requested to follow you.

If he acts now, he’d be a bit crazy. You hadn’t responded to him, but he doesn’t care. He’ll wait a couple minutes, then respond. It feels like his brain is melting, he’s not supposed to, and doesn’t feel like this. It’s against who he is now.

But, fuck, you make it difficult for him to not think about you. Peter swears you’re a witch.

Accept. spider.luvr66 is now following you.

Follow request accepted, you are now following its.parker.

You sit up, it was quick, you wonder if he was waiting for the notification. It doesn’t matter, you have the Peter Parker bible in your hands, and you were about to do some research.

You finally had access to his posts, and you were about to scroll through every single one. But the most recent one was the most important of all. A picture of Peter, crossed arms back to back with a slightly familiar face. The caption told you everything you needed to know about Peter.

‘big brother season.’

You had your bid and he posted the proof.

Whatever he did friday was forgiven. That wasn’t who he was, but this, putting himself on the line for you, this was his true character and whether he wanted you to notice that or not, you did.

And it was a bold act for a guy who pretended he didn’t kiss you breathless.

#peter parker x reader #tasm!peter x reader #peter parker blurb #tasm!peter x you #frat!peter parker #frat!peter #uni #my writing

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oneweirdbookaddict · 4 months ago

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Congratulations on your milestone! Very exciting!❤️

For requests, maybe write about a Link with verbal issues?

Like, maybe one is selectively mute/apraxia of speech, one stutters, or one has like echolalia?

Thanks on the congrats!

I hope you like it!

This one fought me start to end, but it was cool to research and fun to write!! Thanks for the request!

Wind, Sky, Wars, and Four are the main focus, though everyone is there and participating!

1335 words, no warnings!

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The weakest link in a chain of command is always communication.

Wars complains about it every time they get mail- reports and letters from his Zelda and Impa will get him so riled up he has to take a walk to calm down.

Then comes back to complain to whoever will listen about how no one can communicate and listen to orders for an hour.

“I mean, I know I’m not there to give direct orders but for the love of the goddess I wasn’t for half of the war, either!” The captain signs furiously. “It’s like just because I’m away ‘on holiday’ it’s like they don’t have to do what I say!”

“Your Z- Zelda t- t- told them you’re on holid- day?” Four says, looking somewhat amused.

“Y E S!” The captain signs letter by letter for emphasis. “That was her first mistake!”

“Some holiday this is.” Legend mutters, getting a snort from the sailor.

“Holiday.” Wind repeats.

“Why a holiday?” Wild asks curiously.

“I don’t know!” Wars sighs, gesturing with his hands after the sentence.

“Easier than explaining to them that you got sucked through an evil-looking purple portal that sent you through time and space?” The traveler asks with a frown.

“Well, maybe, if it hadn’t already happened before!” The captain signs grumpily, poking at his letter.

Sky chokes. “Hmm?” The Skyloftian hums, coughing over his water.

Legend pats the knight on the back.

“He said it happened before.” Wind clarifies, clarifying absolutely nothing to most of the crew.

Sky makes a confused face.

“During the war, Cia created a hole in time and space. I visited Skyloft myself and fought there. Zelda, though disguised at the time…”

The captain’s hands slowly stop in response to Sky frantically gesturing for him to stop, finding his journal and scribbling in it frantically.

Shoves it frantically at Four, who translates.

“What d- d- did it look lik- ke? I didn’t- t know th- that. W- was it in my fut- fut- fut- after my t- time?”

Four sighs over the word he’d failed to pronounce, mouthing it slowly until Wind nudges him.

Wars is halfway through his reply, Sky hanging on desperately to every word.

“- don’t know anything about times, there wasn’t time to talk to anyone and after the battle, it was hurry rush go.” Wars signs, emphasizing the rush.

Wild glances up from the cooking pot, where he’s making individual pizzas for everyone.

“Wind?” Wild gets the sailor’s attention. “Mushrooms on your pizza?”

“Mushrooms.” Wind agrees, eyes still on Wars with a small, mostly amused smile.

“Mushrooms s- s- suck.” Four mumbles, and the champion grins at him.

“Peppers in yours, Smithy?”

“No!” Four yelps, grey eyes narrowing when Wild laughs.

Wars is still complaining about his letter, setting a new record with two and a half hours of complaining.

Hyrule gestures their new record to them over the captain’s head, so only they can see.

Though the captain falters at Legend’s snort, glancing up at the traveler.

Rulie smiles innocently, really turning up his large hazel eyes.

Like a puppy.

Wars tries to look serious, but alas, no one is immune to the traveler’s eyes.

“I don’t believe it is as big of a deal as you believe it to be, Captain.” Time says ever so formally.

Wars sighs, slumping dramatically over the log he’d been leaning on.

“It isn’t,” the captain agrees with a sigh. “But I still have to deal with it when I get back.”

“Mm. Maybe we’ll all die and none of us get to go back.” Legend says way too casually. Then- “Joking. I was joking.” When every eye in the group finds him.

“Bad one.” Sky mutters, the rare sound of his voice making them all jolt and burst into laughter.

Legend’s cheeks flush, but he’s failing to hide his own laughter.

Sky is almost completely nonverbal- the sound of his voice is incredibly rare. The knight must be having a good day.

Four, on the other hand, is not. The smithy is the type of person who’s always on the move and hates being held back. His stutter- which they’re slowly realizing is a recent development for him- frustrates him at times.

It’s a bad clash when Sky writes and Four… is their sole translator.

Sky’s written language is too different for any of them to be able to read, and sometimes even Four struggles a bit. After centuries, writing just doesn’t stay the same.

On top of that, they’ve… mostly figured out how to effectively communicate with each other.

Battles were definitely still a challenge, communication being an outright struggle with them before they found a way to make it… effective.

Fighting in predesignated pairs, if possible, people who can communicate at a moment's notice with… someone who isn’t able to.

That one helped a lot after Sky got hurt and couldn’t tell anyone.

They’d found him later, passed out against a tree. But no one had known what had happened, if he’d been abducted or worse.

So they do regular check-ins with each other- Wars, Wind, and Wild. Time, Twi, and Sky. And Four, Hyrule, and Legend.

“Four, beating yourself up over your stutter won’t help it.” Time says quietly, the smith sighing over at their oldest member.

Nods slightly, fidgeting slightly before picking up a book.

Wind grins and zips next to him, always enjoying looking at the pictures in Four’s smithing texts, or maps in the history ones.

On his good days, the smithy will read or explain the context to the sailor.

Time helps Four a lot with his stutter- apparently, the old man had a stutter when he was younger.

They often take walks together and work on speaking. Four is really self-conscious about his speech.

Wars, too, struggles with his disability, though it seems to be more frustration than self-consciousness. In a position of leadership, it’s understandable.

They all silently wonder how the captain was… well, able to command soldiers on the battlefield.

But then again, none of them are war veterans. They’re not exactly sure how it works, and they’re sure Wars’ leadership was able to make accommodations.

Sky is the most comfortable with his speech, though he gets frustrated with his lack of ability to communicate with them. With centuries between him and his closest descendant, Hylian Sign has just changed too much for them to understand it, and Sky has a hard time understanding Wars.

The best they’ve currently figured out, with Four knowing Sky’s written language because of what Legend dubbed ‘nerdiness,’ is Sky writing on spare parchment and Four translating.

Wind… they’re not quite sure what Wind thinks. The sailor seems so unbothered by everything. Absolutely no embarrassment at his self-proclaimed ‘outbursts.’

Which is just him repeating a phrase or a few words of what someone’s said. Wind has said that yes, it’s technically a speech disorder though it’s rare.

There’s not even a name in his Hyrule for what he has, though Wild’s called it Echolalia. The champion mentioned, very offhandedly, that he’d been diagnosed with it.

Wild… was an odd one. Some days he was mostly nonverbal, though others he was entirely verbal. It depends on how he’s doing day by day, though a trigger could easily turn a verbal day into a nonverbal day.

Usually, they can tell if a switch is coming, unless it’s in battle or another chaotic situation that they can’t seem to avoid.

They all prefer the softer, more peaceful moments of sitting around a fire, or in a room of an inn.

Some talking softly, others communicating in their own way, playing cards, reading, carving, anything they want.

Communicating however they want, in the way that works for them, with people who accept their differences without judgment.

With all their shared experiences, they're able to understand each other more than other people who haven't been through the same thing are able to.

And they work constantly with each other to continue that understanding.

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kuromispamton2000 · 3 months ago

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An SMG4 AU Story:

Mr. 4's attack plan

it was another day, as any others in the mushroom kingdom, any normal day as anyother, we must admit, Mr. 4 by his side, he had FINALLY finished his prototype of a robotic clone of SMGP the meme guardian with a peculiar robot head, he had put his hands together as he smirk evilly, and yelled

"I FINALLY FINISHED!! MY SMGP CLONE IS FINALLY COMPLETE! AND READY TO GO!!"

then he made a evil laugh, KAT (evil business partner of Mr. 4) who was just on the livingroom enjoying some reading just would get startled by the screaming and laughing, as the being stopped read and peeks from the door

"4, what are those screams and laughing fo-?"

KAT noticed the clone of SMGP, then at Mr. 4

"oh, now i understand, your prototype is finally done?"

"Yes! finally done, KAT, we now can get our plan going"

"remember, 4...i start need do some testing first, we need to confirm our clone has the personality as our target"

KAT said as he stepped in front of SMGP robot, arms behind his back as looked directly at the robot and spoke

"SMGP, describe yourself, how you love your friends and how much you'll do for them"

the robot clone stepped through as he changed his emotion and personality chip to the SMGP emotion and personality and spoke

"I...I am SMGP! a...a meme guardian, i love my friends and i'll do anything for them! specially for my husband SMG3! who i care with all my soul...i-i really fear of Mr. 4, i have a bad feeling...he is onto something...."

"perfect..~ and now...what's your mission till you have all the gang together and fooled?"

The clone switched to it's default personality, as spoke with a smug expression on it's screen

"of course, brainwash the SMGP gang, so they can serve Master Mr. 4 and you as you two please...so then we all can rule ovet the mushroom kingdom!"

"see? all under control, my dear friend, all is going to be, according to the plan, and nobody would ever stop us!!"

Mr. 4 said excited

"i must say, i am very surprised by your work, Mr. 4, you even if had beem goofing around with "your true love" had manage to work pretty well onto the plan but what would your girl think of it"

Mr. 4 stand by as looked at a photo of Jess which he always had on his pockets as said

"...she shouldn't notice...she shouldn't, i no want hurt her and wouldn't hurt her, but, the SMGP crew must suffer, mostly Mario and SMGP himself!"

Mr. 4 would put it back onto his pocket as he turned to look at KAT, with a decided look on his face

"KAT, get Sirberus, we must put this plan on action, i need him to..."

the scene now shows in a very late in the night, SMGP and SMG3 who was just on the castle, watching something together and cuddling

"today was perfect, wasn't it? i am sure now we have everything under control, nothing bad would happen ever again"

SMG3 said as SMGP smiled and nod

"it could had been double perfect, if i kept my normal head in"

"shhh...is all alright, not care how much time Mr. 4 tries hurt you, me and your friends will always be there for you, ok?"

SMG3 gave a reconfirming smile to his husband, SMGP smiled and nodded as a small blush show on his screen, SMG3 got up and stretched, it was bed time, luckily they both was on their pajamas, ready to sleep

"well, is getting late, should we sleep, my dear?"

SMG3 asked, SMGP nodded as wouls get up, helped by 3, both of them walked to their bedroom...

it was very late on the night, SMGP got suddenly awake by some sound that he only could listen, how he knew only he could listen to it? because he looked at 3, who was deeply asleep, Puzzles would sigh as he decided to investigate the sound by himself for the first time, so he got up slowly making sure SMG3 doesn't wake up by movement, as Puzzles walked to the door, he felt a sudden shiver, fear was getting him, but he really wanted make that noise stop...he opened the door closing it behind him, he walked to behind the castle, trying to inspect the sound, as found an oddly device which luckily was making that sound, but before he could turn it down, a hand pressed a button to turn off his tv head, so he couldn't make any sound, and wrapped the meme guardian and made him disappear, it was Sirberus, which had kidnapped SMGP..

When SMGP's screen turned on all he could see was he was tied on a chair, both, from legs and arms, till he saw a familiar face, Mr. 4's face, which had a confident smile

"Welcome, Super Meme Guardian Puzzles, to my...mansion!~ my apologies for the rough invite"

SMGP started to panic as he tried to shake to get free

"M-Mr. 4! what do you want from me!? get away from me! let me go!!"

"shhh...calm down, i just want...have fun with you...TORTURING YOU!"

Mr. 4's half blue part of his eyes turned ref as then soon turned blue again, clearing his throat

"you and your friends had cause me...quite a lot of problems...so for now, i will have fun with you and them, till i have them under my control"

Mr. 4 smiled as would put his arms behind his back and walked

"i hope you no cared for the rough dragging here, but it was needed so you didn't made any noise!"

"h-how...how you did this, why you want to hurt us so much, why-"

Mr. 4 rolled his eyes as let out a annoyed sigh, getting close to SMGP's screen, he then said

"guess i'll present you...my business partner, ahem"

as soon Mr. 4 gave the signal, KAT would come out from the shadows of the already not very lighted basement, as would stand next to Mr. 4

"greetings, Super Meme Guardian Puzzles, is a honor to finally meet you, sorry for the conditions we're meeting too...the name's KAT, hope my precious Sirberus hasn't caused any uncomfortable feeling at the moment he took you into our lair"

"w-what...h-how? why...why you are teaming up with someone! w-why-"

"shhhh, KAT offered his kind help to me, as i offered him part of the mushroom kingodm once and we get successful with this, we are tired that this world is just as dumb as memes because of you, and apart me...i hate you so much because of you ruined MY SHOW!"

SMGP eyes widen, as he would shake his head trying to be on denial

"m-my friends would notice i am gone! a-and then they.. they gonna"

"i am afraid, your friends would never notice you're gone, since we have a perfect replacement for you, for get our second part of the plan going"

"indeed my friend...come here, Mr. Puzzles or might say, SMGP"

Mr. 4 snapped his fingers and an exact clone of him stepped in front of him with still the smug expression on it's screen, the meme guardian's eyes widen as looked at the exact clone

"really, your friends and husband wouldn't even notice i am gona!~ i am an exact copy of you and with my acting skills, i would be total in your place in not time...but i think i need something to be complete"

the clone said as looked behind, at SMGP's hand

"you're right, my dear creation, this is what you need"

Mr. 4 smirk as he would slowly take off the marriage ring from SMGP, he started to shake more uncontrollably as started to scream

"NO! NO TAKE IT OFF, PLEASE! I WOULDN'T SUPPORT IF I LOSE IT!"

scars started to grow on his screen as he started to panic a lot, Mr. 4 eyes rolled up again as he just would grab a controller and mute SMGP's voice taking off the ring, showing it in front of the meme guardian

"hope you no care, lend it to the new Super Meme Guardian Puzzles!"

and with that, he gave to the clone the ring, which gladly, he would put it on his finger

"he's ready to go"

Mr. 4 made the signal to Sirberus to just take the clone to SMGP's castle

"look at him...so defenseless, what should we do with the real meme guardian now, 4?"

"....let's break the rest of confidence he has~"

"ohhh, hohoho! now we're talking"

before the next morning we could see a lady who was spying on Mr. 4's house and then saw the clone and Sirberus walk off, she would think to herself as saw the scene

"this could be a good opportunity to ruin Mr. Dumbass' plans...and have a little revenge for play with my weakness....maybe i should wait till the morning"

on the morning...SMG3 woke, it all seem like normal, because his lovely husband was there by his side

"...good morning to my wonderful husband on the earth"

3 said with a smile as "SMGP"'s screen turned off the sleep mode as turned to 3 and smiled

"good morning sweetheart, wonder what a wonderful day awaits us!"

3 nods as would notice his "husband" was using a scarf, as he looked concerned, normally, Puzzles wouldn't wear a scarf, weird on him

"dear, why you're wearing a scarf? it isn't cold outside?"

the meme guardian asked as the other tried to not be in panic

"...well yesterday i just listened something horrible, and i went check, when i noticed, some nightly creature just scratched my neck, but...don't worry! i got it healed...but...i have much scars recently...and now i have the opportunity of hide one...well...you know, i took it!"

"erm...if you say so my love...but later you might show me that scratch to see if it isn't that deep, not be offended, but you never was good at healing someone OR yourself"

"...ugh, yeah... yeah...i know"

his expression changed to an annoyed one as the "meme guardian" got up from bed, and walked off, 3 was a bit stranged by that reaction, but he supposed he just was upset by get hurt...again- as he shrugs and got up

the day almost happened normally, as the clone would walk behind the castle alone using a magical communicator to speak to Mr. 4 and KAT

"the plan is gonna be so easy, master and boss, they're so stupid to even realize i am a clone, all i had to do is lie about i got scratched and wanted cover a physical scar on my "human" body part...easy!"

"that's perfect, without the heros, the mushroom kingdom would be doomed, and finally, me could take control of it, as well Mr. 4 making Glitchvision big again! they're so terminated'"

"my perfect minion...you're almost to get something big...no mess up, alright?"

"you can count on me boss, master"

the clone said before hang out the communicator and started walk to where the crew is, Mrs. Angel would look from the roof of the castle as smiled evilly (for ruin Mr. 4's plan)

"SMGP! what got you so busy behind da castle?"

Mario asked as "Puzzles" would look behind

"was just that clown again and some rats...not worry, i got rid of him by now, becuase you know how i hate rats"

"Okie Dokie!"

"gee, i hate rats too, good you got rid of them, Puzzles!"

Bob said as just chilled, "SMGP" smiled as would attempt walk to the castle, as saw Tari

"Puzzles, ready for another newly good function? i think i got something you might like!"

"...erm, not today, Tari, i am a bit tired"

"but you said between me and you will get that function so we both could express more and other stuff, Puzzles"

Freya said as just looked down, the clone was starting to lose it as just would walk inside

"you...uhhh...whoever you are, i am tired, i even think i lost some memory data..."

"maybe i can help? you know, i wouldn't mind help you!"

"or maybe you shouldn't"

the voice said as the crew looked up

"oh, perfect, is you, the enemy of that Mr. 4...what the fuck do you want? saw the weirdo do something evil?"

SMG3 said as as crossed his arms, Mrs. Angel smirk as she jumped off the roof landing slowly on the floor as she nods

"actually, i pretty know that Puzzles you're talking with is false, Mr. 4's creation..."

"you're saying bullshit, Ashley! stop wanting try SMGP's life, i will not allow you to ruin others life like you did to mi-"

"shaddap your plump ass for a second Princess Angel! i am saying the truth, look at this"

Mrs. Angel with her wand reproduced the exact moment when the clone was talking with Mr. 4 and KAT, the crew looked at him as the clone just looked left and right frenetically, trying be calm, scars growing on the screen

"And"

Mrs. Angel took off the scarf, revealing he had wires on his neck the clone yeeped as just quickly retracted it's body on the tv, for then it disappearing into the nothing before the crew could do something else

"DAMN IT!"

Meggy yelled out of frustration as she tightened her fists

"when Mario gets his hands on Mr. 4-"

Mario said as looked real mad

"o-oh god, what are we gonna do?"

Boopkins started to panic as started sweating a bit

"calm down, maybe that...Mrs. Angel knows what happened and how, and where they could be"

Saiko said as they all look at Mrs. Angel, who shrugged with a smile rolling her functional eye

"...YOU NOW NOT MIGHT PLAY WITH US, TELL US WHERE THEY HAVE MY HUSBAND!"

3 grabbed Mrs. Angel by the shoulders altered by the situation, as felt his trauma is growing again

"...3 calm down, we'll find my brother, let that fine lady help us...in her way"

Minion said as she put a hand on SMG3's shoulder trying to calm him down, Mrs. Angel just gave a smirk as then the scene cuts to Mr. 4 saying the most hurtful things

"and then nobody would be there for you, you think it is soo...so sad?~ nobody will every love you...because boo-hoo, they'll all be under my control!!"

"and even some of your valuable friends would make a great servant of mine, of course...I'll need to take their souls for them to be...perfect servants but i think you wouldn't mind, don't you?'

KAT added as smirk under his mask, SMGP functional eye was starting to tear up as he shakes his head, trying to ignore all those closing his eyes, KAT taking the opportunity, using magic to make scenes inside SMGP's head as Mr. 4 imitate voices

"you failed us..., you did everything wrong, you was so coward"

Mr. 4 said imitating Meggy's voice for switch between various of the crew's voices

"i trusted you, Puzzles, Mario can't believe now he's dead and the world destroyed thanks to you"

"i loved you Puzzles...why didn't you was strong!? by your fault, now i am dead! I REGRET HAD EVEN MEET YOU!"

SMGP sobs as just would want to retract on his head but he even can't

"y-you...you...what you want of me...i...i can-"

"SHUT UP! UGH! YOUR VOICE IS ANNOYING!"

Mr. 4 would punch against his screen breaking it and the meme guardian screaming in pain

"ugh, what a scream...it isn't a big deal, cry baby!"

KAT said as just would by slowly damage his speaker, which gives Puzzles the voice, he would end mute now

"had you even noticed how much damage you caused to the mushroom kingdom!? you had notice? EVERYTHING WAS PERFECT! TILL YOU RUINED IT ALL!!"

SMGP couldn't do more than cry as more scars grow from his damaged eye, almost covering the damaged eye....

suddenly a loud BANG was heard, continuing from the door falling down, both turned around to see Meggy which she had thrown the door with a kick

"YOU, MR. 4 ARE TOTALLY FINISHED!"

"w-what!? how? if my clone had everything control-"

Mrs. Angel peeked with a smirk from the door frame as waved

"hello 4, missed me?~ i had or not had spied a bit your big ol plan with that little friend of yours~"

"...YOU BIT-"

Mr. 4's voice changed to a demonic voice but couldn't finish cuz he was drop kicked by Meggy immediately, one diamond of his hair disappearing and healing him

"You can't attack 4! Sirberus, attack them!"

KAT ordered to his animatronic, he was almost gonna reach Meggy and Mrs. Angel when a bomb hitted the animatronic damaging it a very big part, SMG3 was holding more bombs as his face was darkened

"you...wouldn't get alive from this..."

The Animatronic would rush at SMG3 more quick that what he can react, but Saiko came to smash it's head off with her Hammer, knocking the robot off

"NOOO! MY PRECIOUS CREATION!"

"MR. PUZZLES WHERE ARE YOU!"

4 yelled as was smashed by Melony and her sword, he started to spill blood from him mouth, trembling a bit

"you don't have a salvation now, Mr. 4, you crossed much lines"

Melony said in her fierce deity form

"shit is better i sca-"

before the being could react, he was smashed to the other side of the room by Saiko

"you too weirdo! if you're with 4 you're against us! not excuse!"

"you stupid anime bit-"

KAT felt his mask rip apart as it eventually rip off as quick the being would groan, covering his face

"this, isn't the end, SMGP crew"

kinda damaged and exposed, KAT disappeared between the shadows

"KAT! no leave me here you cowar-"

Mr. 4 was grabbed by the throat by SMG3 who now was strangling Mr. 4, Mr. 4 would try to set free from his own strength but he couldn't, soon summoning his tentacles, to stab SMG3

"3 WATCH OUT!"

Melony said as she went quick, slashing Mr. 4's tentacles to half, he would struggle on pain as fall on the floor gasping for air another diamond from his hair disappeared as he and his tentacles was regenerated

"Mario got the impostor"

"G-Gah! let me go you pesky worm!"

which with a quick movement Saiko smashed the head out of the robot, and 3 throw a bomb to the rest of the body blowing it up

"NOOOOOO!!! MY PERFECT PROTOTYPE! I WORKED SO HARD ON IT!!"

"You said it, "worked" but now your work, was for purse shit, Mr. 4"

Meggy said as Tari was pointing at Mr. 4 with a shotgun that her arm had turned into, Minion would get close to SMGP as she untied her brother and hugged him with tears on her eyes, SMGP hugs her as well

"brother!"

Mr. 4 looking around had look at Mrs. Angel then at Mario pointing at them

"YOU TWO! ARE THE MOST PESKY ANNOYANCES I HAD EVER SEEN!"

Mr. 4's tentacles came out as these wrap around Mrs. Angel and Mario and others wrap around 3, Meggy, Tari, Saiko, Melony, SMGP and Minion, Mrs. Angel screaming because her trauma

"I'LL KILL YOU ALL, AFTER ALL, I KILLED PUZZLES BEFO-"

before he could finish water splashed at him as he hissed his tentacles retracting, as covered his face, he was steaming, it was holy water, when the crew looked, it was Freya/Princess Angel which had throw holy water at Mr. 4

"...d-did i make it in time?"

Meggy, Melony, Tari, 3, Saiko, Bob and Boopkins that just arrived would surround Mr. 4 which was still covering and hissing from the holy water, he had no choice more than scape...

"this...this wouldn't end like that, i could had been defeated a third time but i wouldn't-"

he got stabbed in the stomach by Melony without his powers Mr. 4 would tremble as he quickly summoned a tv with the remain of his power and would jump onto it, the tv disappearing

"...Puzzles, love!"

SMG3 would pick up his husband as Puzzles was just trembling and crying over, the scars almost covering his damaged eye as 3 would rub his back to calm him down, slowly the scars disappearing

"...thanks you Freya, you saved us, us all"

Meggy said as put a hand on her, she smiles as nods

"...i must admit that even if we hate each other...i owe you one, you saved me...and them..."

"...i am not sure why you wanted help us, you are evil, after all, ruined my life and"

"because i HATE Mr. 4...is all...well, see ya"

Mrs. Angel would start to walk off as SMG3 just stops her a bit still carrying SMGP

"...hey, Mrs. Angel...thanks for everything...without your help, maybe...Mr. 4 and his...partner would had win this time"

"meh, no prob, just did it once, because Mr. 4 is a piece of crap, if other guy attacks you, now i wouldn't help, huh? bye"

With that, Mrs. Angel fully walked off, SMG3 looked at his crew, knowing he must be a leader now Puzzles is mute

"Ok, crew...time to get back to the castle...Puzzles need us and too need rest"

the crew nodded as they all returned home...once again, Mr. 4 and now his partner KAT had been defeated, but obviously that's not the last they'll see of 4, alone or not, he would try attack again...

THE END

SMGP might be mute for undefined asks till someone offers to fix his tv or to steal one of Mr. 4's tvs

thanks for reading peeps, as said i am not a writer, but i tried my best because do a comic...meh, i was lazy

credits:

KAT and Sirberus by: @mysteriesinsideaheartlocket

Mrs. Angel and Princess Angel/Freya by: @myrandomocsposts

Mention on the story, Jess by: @literal-dumbass

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hauntedhowlett-writes · 2 years ago

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Hii there 🫶🏻 If you’re still taking drabble requests, then can you please write a soft, fluffy Joel x Reader one where Joel comes home to his shared house with you in Jackson to find you and Ellie both telling a bedtime story (in which the hero of the story very suspiciously sounds a whole lot like Joel-) to his and your very young child. And Joel just stands there in the doorway for a moment, admiring the cute scene before him as it just brings so much warmth and happiness to him, until his presence is eventually noticed and he’s gladly pulled in to join you and Ellie in the storytelling.

Ah, I just really want to see a heartwarming little moment between Joel and his little family because he truly deserves it, especially after everything he’s been through 🥺❤️‍🩹

Thank you!

Oh boy, hit me right in the feels with this one!! I hope you like the result ♥️

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Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader

Rating: G

Warnings: None, just sweet fluff

Joel is the kind of bone deep tired only a patrol shift can leave him in. Muscles aching and brain a little fuzzy from lack of sleep, he drags himself up the front steps to his home.

He expects to find you curled up on the couch with a book, waiting up for him even though he insists you don’t have to. But you always like to be there front and center when he gets back, as much for yourself as for him. You once told him you couldn’t sleep until you’d seen him, confirmed he’s okay with your own two eyes.

But the first floor is dark and still when he enters the house. At first, he assumes you’re asleep. He sets his pack down and heads to the kitchen to put his rifle away in the pantry you converted to a gun safe. There’s three place settings still on the table, two adult plates and one plastic toddler plate with most of the food on it sporting one tiny test bite. The sight makes him smile. He just knows that his little hellion of a child gave you a hard time even consuming that.

As if conjured by his thoughts, he hears a muffled giggle and the stomping of feet from upstairs. He heads upstairs to investigate.

Only one door is open, the one marked with a little teddy bear, light spilling into the hallway, and he can clearly hear Ellie’s voice as he approaches.

He leans against the doorframe as he takes in the scene. You’re sitting cross legged in your son’s tiny toddler bed, the child in question sitting wide eyed in your lap, dark brown hair still damp from bathtime and combed neatly over his head. His chubby cheeks spread in a grin as he watches Ellie stomp around with rapt attention.

“And the brave knight stood up to the evil mushroom king, drew his sword, and said—“

“Isn’t it past your bedtime?” Joel interrupts. Ellie whirls around, looking like she got caught with her hand in the cookie jar.

“Hush, Joel. Ellie was getting to the good part,” you chime in. There’s a little secret smile tilting your lips, the same one you give him in the early morning when he wakes wrapped around you, the same one you give him across the town center when he catches your eye.

He loves that smile.

“By all means, don’t let me stop you,” Joel says, gesturing with a sweep of his arm.

“Actually, you’re gonna help me, old man. Stand right there,” Ellie says. He moves as directed. “Okay, now, act scary.”

He blinks. “What?”

“Big, mean, scary. Come on, you do it all the time,” she says, exasperated. Joel glares at her, but lifts his arms overhead, making an exaggerated growling face.

“Perfect. Where were we?” Ellie asks her captive audience.

“Mushy king,” Billy’s little voice chimes. You press a kiss to his cheek.

“That’s right! Thank you, kind audience member. So, the big scary mushroom king had been stomping around the kingdom, destroying everything in his path. But one brave knight had had enough of his reign of terror!”

She brandishes Billy’s little wooden sword, squaring off against Joel. He bites back a laugh at her serious expression.

“And he said, ‘Stop, evil mushroom king! I cannot let you destroy everything I love!’,” she continues. “I will defeat you myself!”

She charges forward suddenly, moving around Joel until she’s able to jump up onto his back. She pretends to pummel him with the wooden sword and he makes all the expected battle noises. When she drops from his back, he collapses to the ground dramatically.

His son claps his little chubby hands with glee.

“And so, the brave knight defeated the mushroom king and saved the whole town!” Ellie proclaims. “And they all lived happily ever after. The end.”

You and Billy clap as Ellie takes a dramatic bow and Joel eases himself back to his feet. Ellie steps forward to press a kiss to Billy’s forehead.

“‘Night, squirt,” she says fondly before leaving the room. Joel hears her footsteps down the stairs.

“Nigh, nigh,” he replies.

You ease him off your lap, laying him with his head on his pillow. You tuck the blanket around him, handing him a worn teddy bear that he clutches to his chest.

“Goodnight, my sweet baby,” you say.

“Nigh, nigh mama,” his sleepy voice replies.

Joel steps beside you, leaning down to kiss the crown of his son’s head, soft hair tickling his chin. “‘Night, baby boy,” he whispers. “Love you.”

“Love you, dada,” he murmurs, eyes already heavy.

He straightens, turning to find you with your hand held out for him to take. He slips his palm against yours, and all feels right in this bleak world.

Because he’s home.

Tags: @huffle-punk @johnwatsn @hopelessromantic727 @whereasport @pedr0swh0r3 @yellingloudly @dragon-of-winterfell @thedeadsingwithdirtinthiermouths

#joel and ellie #joel miller x reader #joel is daddy #joel x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller fic #joel miller fanfiction #fic request #joel miller fluff #happy Joel miller

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666writingcafe · 7 months ago

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Rumors About Fairy Rings

Simeon

Upon hearing that Barbatos was currently staying at Serenity Manor, Luke practically begged for us to go see him. Of course, he'll deny it if anyone asks him, but that doesn't change the fact that he wanted to spend some time with the demon butler.

He was less keen when he heard why Barbatos was visiting, however.

"I don't like seeing a Devildom corporation making inroads into the human world like this," he told me as we were heading over to the Manor. "I'm afraid I'll wake up one day to find that the Devildom has taken over."

It's difficult to explain things to Luke sometimes. I can't get him to understand that both the Celestial Realm and the Devildom are seeking an amicable relationship with the human world. After all this time, he still thinks that demons are evil and only wish to tarnish souls. I was hoping that maybe by accompanying me, his opinion would have softened a bit.

Perhaps that was all in vain.

"I took the liberty of brewing some fairy ring tea," Barbatos explains as he pours the drink into small cups. Luke's eyes widen, as do Mammon's. I'm not sure why he's here, to be honest. I mean, I know he lives here, but surely he'd rather be doing something else instead of having tea with us.

"What's so special about a fairy ring?" MC asks, nonchalantly grabbing a cup and sitting down next to me. "It's just a bunch of mushrooms that grow in a circle." Barbatos smiles fondly at MC.

"I can understand your lack of enthusiasm," he tells them. "Mushroom rings can be explained away scientifically. However, there's a second type of fairy ring that's composed of small, sparkling, golden-hued flowers. The tea is meant to be reminiscent of those flowers." I take the opportunity to take a sip. It tastes pleasant enough. Smells nice, too.

"Legend has it that the rings are formed when fairies dance together in a circle," Barbatos adds.

"I'd like to meet a fairy!" Luke exclaims.

"I'm afraid the likelihood of that happening is quite slim. It's said that they've gone extinct in the human world."

"Seriously?!" Mammon shouts. "They're extinct? That's ridiculous! You used to be able to find 'em everywhere!"

"And that was how many centuries ago?" MC retorts, making me stifle a laugh. I'm glad I wasn't drinking my tea in that moment, or I would have choked.

When Mammon speaks again, he's a lot more nervous. I've noticed MC has that effect on him.

"Well, wherever there's fairies, there's treasure! They go hand in hand! And all of it is stuff that goes for a lotta money in the Devildom!"

"You certainly are a fountain of knowledge when it comes to anything related to money." I certainly did not expect that level of sarcasm from Luke. Apparently, neither did MC, who looks at me in surprise. The best I can do is shrug. It's not like I know exactly what triggered that side of Luke.

"Of course, their extinction is merely a rumor," Barbatos continues. "There may very well be fairies that are living in secret here in the human world, and they may still be producing those rings." He pauses. "I've heard that the flowers can be used to create a special rare type of sweet treat."

Now he's gotten both Mammon and Luke hooked on the idea of finding a fairy ring. I can see it in their eyes. They're about ready to bounce off the walls with excitement.

Lucifer chooses that moment to walk over to us and grab a cup of tea. He goes to take a sip, but then stops when he notices the look on his brother's face.

"No," he simply states before bringing the cup to his lips.

"I haven't even asked you anything!" Mammon protests.

"You don't need to. I can tell you're up to no good."

"But I wanna try the magical treats!" Luke whines.

"Magical treats?" Lucifer repeats.

"And I want some sweet, sweet money!" Mammon yells.

I feel myself beginning to zone out. I just want to enjoy my tea in peace. Perhaps I'll take it outside on the patio. It'd be quieter there than in here.

"Simeon." MC's hushed voice brings me back to reality. "Is it just me, or is there electricity bouncing between the two of them?"

It takes me a moment to see what MC's talking about, but when I do, my stomach sinks. Yellow sparks are flying off Luke and Mammon as they argue with Lucifer about going out and searching for fairy rings.

I knew this was bound to happen eventually, but I wish it held off for a few more years. Luke's too young to understand what he's currently experiencing; plus, he'd freak out on me if I told him.

And he's already on the edge.

I stand up from my seat and whistle loudly, making everyone quiet down and focus on me. Looking directly at Lucifer, I ask him,

"Would you allow them to hunt for fairy rings if MC and I accompanied them?"

Can you hear me?

Once upon a time, the two of us could communicate telepathically. All seraphim have this ability. Hopefully, the connection is still there, because I don't want anyone overhearing our conversation.

Lucifer subtly nods his head, allowing me to continue.

Luke's feeding off Mammon's greed. If you keep pushing the issue, he will become destructive, and I'm in enough trouble as it is.

His face softens. Our friendship may be a distant memory at this point, but it's comforting to know that he still cares about me.

"As long as you can keep them reigned in, then I don't see the harm."

Mammon and Luke cheer and give each other a high-five as Barbatos tells them to bring him back a few flowers so that he can brew them a pot of real fairy ring tea. MC, on the other hand, is looking rather confused as they keep glancing between Lucifer and me. I'm sure they'll be asking me questions later, and I'd be happy to answer any of them.

But we need to be alone first.

#obey me shall we date #obey me simeon #obey me mc #obey me barbatos #obey me mammon #obey me luke #obey me lucifer #and so the story arc begins

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the-evil-lovable-simp · 11 months ago

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Phantom love

Luigi x ghost reader

Part 1

You were sat on your bed, of your secret room. Unlike many of the ghosts that were here now, because of King Boo, you were one of the ghosts that were already here. You kept your bedroom a secret, so no one would intrude. Suddenly you heard a noise, you looked out your window to investigate, to then see that a pink coach had parked in front of the hotel. This is a shock to you, living people shouldn't come here. you turned yourself invisible and seeped through the floor, you immediately saw a man in red with blue overalls with a matching red hat and a princess in pink, and then you looked over to a group of three creatures you had never seen before, trying their best to sort out pink luggage. But then your attention was snapped back to the door as another walked into the room. The man had poked his head in, he was wearing the same outfit as the red guy but green. He looked a bit nervous at first.

"oh.." he said lightly.

"Oh!" he said realising there was no threat, little did he know this whole place was one big threat. He smiled then laughed and walked in more.

"Oh, yeah!" he said before a dog barged in. This surprised you even more, what the heck was going on? But before you could think about that any further, confetti exploded everywhere. You floated down to inspect what was going on. You noticed something in the corner of your eye, the green man's dog had walked up to you, it didn't bark, which surprised you until you noticed it was a ghost dog. You waved to it and it started jumping up and down, this, catching the attention of the green man.

"What is it, puppy?" He asked walking over and crouching. The dog looked back at you, making him look at you too. He looked visibly confused because, to him, nothing was there. He continued to look and you felt beating in your chest, it was pulsating through your entire body.

"Ehem, are you ready to check in!?" the man at the desk but in.

"Oh, um, yes! Thank you!" The green man said looking away from you. Then everyone's attention was on the lady at the top of the stairs, you knew her she was the owner of this hotel. You watched as the man didn't even check them in. You were brought out of your suspicions when you heard someone sneeze, and you instinctively said,

"Bless you,". This caught the attention of the six guests. The red man looked around before saying,

"Did you-a hear something?" The green one looked at the red one and said,

"Y-y-yes," He looked around, a bit spooked. The hotel owner, you know as Hellen Gravely, turned around a bit miffed off.

"I didn't hear anything, I'm sure it was nothing!" she said sternly as she turned and they all followed her, as did you. She stopped at an elevator, you watched them pile in. Then Hellen walked in and placed herself at the front, her face twisted into an evil grin, and you rushed to squeeze yourself into the elevator as well. The dog was staring at you again, and you started to feel uncomfortable. Due to this, the lights started flickering, making the green man start to quiver. The light bulbs exploded, and everyone shrieked. But then the door slowly but finally opened.

Everyone rushed out, and you slowly followed. You didn't notice everyone else stop, and continued. You went straight through the pink lady, making her gasp. Everyone looked at her.

"Heh, just got a shiver up my spine," she said awkwardly, Hellen scoffed.

"Mario, Luigi and Peech's rooms are over here," She spoke with an annoyed undertone. 'Mario, Luigi and Peach, ay?' you thought, 'that must be why their hats have those letters on them, a bit self-centred but, eh. And that must leave the woman in pink to be Peach'.

"We've prepared rooms for you Toads as well!" She continued. 'oooooh, that's what those mushroom people are' you said in your head.

"I hope you enjoy your stay! I daresay you'll remember it for the rest of your lives!" She added before laughing. You watch them disperse, before she waved them off and laughed some more. You floated down the corridor, watching them say goodbye to each other. You went into...Peach's room first and saw her unpacking a tea set. You drank out of the cup while her back was turned. You went to the wall and heard you say,

"I swear I filled that cup," you giggle and phase through the wall to see what you thought was Mario, eating pizza on his bed. You laughed and poked your head into the next wall to see Luigi getting onto his bed, which he looked way too small for, with a 'heyah' sound. You phased fully through and watched him grab his luggage with an 'ooh' he then opened it with a noise of approval. This man's mannerisms were so adorable to you. He then pulled out a book and a torch, he flashed it on and off. 'Better stay away from that thing' you thought, making a mental note.

You then watched him crawl to the top of the bed. His dog joined him as he opened his book and immediately fell asleep. You stifled a laugh but then didn't fail to notice his dog staring at you again. You went up to it and read its collar, Polterpup, you rolled your eyes. You stroked the pup, its tail started wagging. Luigi started to stir so you flew away, through the roof. You went back to your hidden room to rest, even though you didn't need it.

Guys there’s also a part 2, Tumblr has just censored it for some reason🤷

#luigis mansion 3 #luigi #mario #princess peach #toad #x reader #ghost #ghost reader #luigi x reader #luigi is bbg #luigi x ghost reader

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atlastimborn · 1 year ago

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Cain

enemies to lovers

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The wood cracked in the fireplace. The heat of it warmed the cabin. Ava was telling a story that everybody was invested in. Even Cain. His smile and relaxed body made me happy for him. For what reason? I have no idea. Cain is an evil bastard. But seeing him happy warmed a certain part deep in me.

I felt Cain's eyes on me. and I continued to ignore him. I see how he acts in his court; intimidating those around him and inflicting harm on anyone who dared to merely exist in his presence. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction, even if my blood was leaking down my back. Still, I couldn't resist glancing at him. His dark eyes were heavy and suffocating, his expression stern as he lounged in the rocking chair by the fire, legs stretched out in front of him.

I know ghost pipes grew in these parts. They are rare, but I surprisingly found two clusters of them today. The pain I am feeling would be sedated if I got some. I just have to find the energy to go outside to collect some.

The fire continued to crackle and Cains eyes continued to stare.

I finally made up my mind to gather some, partly motivated by Cain's gaze that left me restless for relief. I could feel his eyes on me as I stepped out of the cabin, and into the open air.

The night was setting in; the sun was gone, leaving the air frigid. I staggered out, losing my balance, but catching myself. The back of my shirt felt wet. I refused to even allow Frank to wrap it up but insisted on just letting it run its course. The cold wind brushed against my wet shirt, leaving me shivering in its wake.

The ghost pipes were a short distance away, the pale mushrooms pointed to the sky. I staggered over, grunted as I picked one up, careful not to grab the whole cluster.

“What is that?” a voice asked behind me. I nearly dropped the ghost pipe, spinning around to see Cain’s amused expression as he regarded the plant in my grasp.

"What the hell," I managed to say through clenched teeth.

He raised his eyebrows in annoyance like he couldn't stand to repeat himself. And I bet he never had to. Everybody cowers in fear of him. They watch him constantly like he is the predator and they are the prey. If they took their eyes off of him for one second, he would pounce.

"What is that?" he asked with clipped words.

I met his gaze, smirking as I lifted the plant. "You know if I took too much of this, it would paralyze my lungs, and I would die. I bet you would enjoy that wouldn't you?" I lowered my arm, preparing to break a piece off. Without warning he drew closer. His fingers wrapped around my wrist. Fear coursed through me; maybe revealing that information hadn’t been wise. He would relish using it against me. With a swift motion, he snatched the ghost pipe from my grasp. I stumbled back, narrowly avoiding the precious cluster at my feet.

He stood there with the ghost pipes in hand. His expression remained undisguisable. "What is your problem?" I said.

His face was a mix of confusion and irritation. "And I can trust you with this?"

I staggered away from him, knowing that another cluster was nearby. I could hear his heavy footsteps following me through the dark woods. "You better not throw that away. They are rare" I said. Anger pushed away all other emotions. The most important one: fear.

"Your back looks horrible."

"I bet you would enjoy seeing it" I sneered. He laughed, the deep sound rolled through the empty woods.

"Let me look at it."

"Get away from me"

spotted another cluster ahead, marking its location in my mind. He was too close to seize it easily, so I would have to act fast and take a bite before he could interfere.

"Blood is leaking down your legs."

"Why do you care? Unless it is for your own sick pleasure."

I reached the ghost pipes and quickly bent down to pick one, my vision blurring. One easily uprooted. I heard him make a sound as I took a bite from the root, dirt and all. It crunched in my mouth, a bitter taste made me want to spit it out. I nearly did. But Cain rushing towards me made me swallow the bitter medicine.

"Dammit Bea," he screamed trying to get closer to me. i was too fast this time. "And if I find you paralyzed, and struggling to breath, what am I supposed to do?"

"Besides get turned on?"

His eyes crinkled with disgust. He shook his head, "You really think that low of me."

Of course, I did. As did everybody else. He proved himself to be nothing but disgusting. Yet when I saw him with others unaware of his true nature, he transformed before my eyes—his anger replaced by laughter and insanity replaced by understanding. The last two days had left me confused; I could not discern who he is anymore. But the remember of who he was, and what he has done filled me with disgust. Anyone capable of the things deserved all the hatred they received.

"You proved yourself to be nothing other than a disgusting person," I hissed. His face fell more.

"Maybe that's all an act to keep those people in place. After all that court is made of disgusting creatures."

"Yes. And those are your people."

He continued to stare at me, and then he looked down at the ground, almost looking defeated. "Your back needs attention."

"Maybe," I mumbled, wanting to retreat to the cabin. Watching him act like a puppy that was kicked messed with my head. It was all becoming too much. I walked past him, and he watched me with downcast eyes.

Surprising me, he lifted his gaze. With eyeybrows raised in a challenege, he said, "it needs it now."

I walked faster. It did not take much for him to catch up to me.

"Right now" he insisted.

I swallowed my fear. Braced my feet, and turned towards him. "All right. Give me back my ghost pipes then." He laughed under his breath.

"Well if you think me of such a horrible person then I don't mind doing this," he whispered. I let the fear course through me. Before I could do anything he was rushing at me. His warm hands grasping my body, and the cold ground connecting. I dropped to the ground like a stone. I might have had a chance to fight him off before this wound, but the bleeding made me weak.

"You really wanted to see it that bad for your own pleasure," I yelled. I tried to get my hands under me but failed.

He laughed at my attempt. His hand laid hot on my stomach. "Bleeding out makes you weak, doesn't it,"

I mumbled profanities. But that only made him smile more. My hands began to tremble.

"Since I am the big bad wolf, I just have to see this wounds.”

He rolled me onto my side. I tried to claw at him, but it was futile. "It needs to be cleaned," he said softly, "and we have to consider whatever you took."

Disbelief washed over me. It was like he had a split personality. "You actually want to clean the wound?"

"Yes." His hand cautiously traced the area around the injury, and I hissed in pain. He quickly withdrew his hand. "And I need to stitch it up before you bleed out." He paused before adding, "As the villain I am, I just need to get my fix. Watching you writhe in pain with each stitch I thread through your skin will certainly be satisfying."

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leftythehelpingtankengine · 7 months ago

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Beauty, the Pea, and the Beast

Prologue

Word Count - 1k

Also available on AO3 & WattPad

Summary: In an attempt to provide aid to a runaway princess, Luigi gets himself mixed up in an arranged marriage to a prince of a neighboring kingdom, what he doesn’t know is that a certain evil king also plans on having the princess’ hand in marriage regardless of whether or not (s)he’s partial to it. Will he find a way out of this, or will he end up falling for one of them? (or both >;))

Content Warnings: none yet

It was a windy autumn morning, not enough to be chilly yet. Luigi was still snug in his bed sleeping with his brother in the other room. He was rudely awakened by a loud banging on the door, he did his best to ignore it and hoped his brother would get it. He was sorely mistaken. He sighed dramatically and dragged himself off his bed, through the house then whipped the door open. His irritation was wiped clean off his face when he saw the Princess of the Mushroom Kingdom.

“Oh! Your grace, to what do we owe the honor of your presence?” He stepped aside to let her in and threw a shoe at his brother’s door while she wasn’t looking.

“I’ve come here to ask for your aid Luigi.” she smiled nervously. Luigi noticed that she came unaccompanied by guards or chaperones.

“Of course Princess, what can I do for you?” He was beginning to become concerned.

“I need you to take my place as ruler of the Mushroom Kingdom. I understand that this is a huge favor to ask of you-” she pleaded, “I beg of you Luigi, I shall explain soon. Please, won’t you do it?” She finished, clasping her hands together.

“Why me? Why not Mario or anyone else?” Luigi was absolutely baffled.

“You’re the only one who could easily pass off as me if you wore my clothes and a wig, you’re around my height and body shape after all-”

Luigi held his hand out and winced, “Alright, I get it, your highness. I’ll do it, I expect to be updated consistently.”

The princess relaxed significantly, “Oh thank you Luigi! I also trust you to run the kingdom as I would more than anyone else. Meet me at my castle in two days, under no circumstance do you tell your brother, he mustn’t know yet.”

“What do you expect me to tell him, your highness? I can’t up and leave without a word.”

The princess stood for a moment, her brow furrowed, it was evident she was trying to make up an excuse. She snapped her fingers and looked back to Luigi, “I’ll send a letter calling you away on important business, perhaps an embassy or something similar. I’ll flesh out the details once I get back to my castle. It will arrive tomorrow to give you enough time to tell your brother and be on your way.” Luigi nodded in both acknowledgment and agreement. “I’ll be going now, Luigi. I shall see you in two days' time.” The princess gave Luigi a half-curtsy before walking out the door.

Luigi shut the door behind her and went to check on Mario. He slowly crept towards the door and opened it to be ajar before peeking inside. Mario was still asleep, seemingly unfazed by the events that had transpired. Luigi couldn’t help but smile and suppress a laugh, Mario truly could sleep through a crusade, or any massive-scale disaster.

Luigi quietly shut the door and made his way to the kitchen to get something to eat while he pretended everything was fine. He had never been more confused and stressed than he is now. He had to do his best not to show it lest his brother suspect.

He nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard Mario behind him, “What are you making?”

Luigi clutched his chest for a moment before wordlessly handing Mario a plate already prepared for him. “What’s got you so worked up today Luigi?”

Luigi froze before replying, “You just scared me, I wasn’t paying attention, that’s all.”

Luigi turned towards him, went around him to go sit down, and eat by himself. Mario looked like he wanted to say something but ultimately decided to take the plate and sit down with him.

The rest of the day was quieter than usual, neither brother having much to say until they had decided to pack it in for the night. They offered one another a ‘goodnight’ and parted ways to their rooms, for Luigi sleep did not come easily. His mind was filled with thoughts of the unknown, he was tossing and turning in vain hopes of silencing his anxiety. Eventually, he managed to sleep but it felt as though he didn’t sleep a wink. His eyes snapped open when he heard some loud knocking on his door.

“Luigi, wake up! There’s a letter here for you. It’s from the Princess!” Mario shouted from behind the door. Luigi felt his stomach drop as he got out of bed and slowly approached the door. He swung the door open and took the letter out of Mario’s hand, pushing past him into the kitchen to read it.

It read:

Luigi’s presence is required in the neighboring Flower Kingdom on my behalf. Further information will be provided upon arrival. Please begin the journey as soon as you receive this. This matter is of the utmost importance and urgency.

Warm regards,

Princess Peach

“What’s it say, Luigi?” Mario asked, now sitting at the table with his brother.

“The princess wants me to go to the Flower Kingdom immediately. She said I would be told why when I get there.”

He stood up and made his way back to his room to begin packing. Mario went to the kitchen to start preparing food for Luigi to take with him on his journey to help Luigi take less time to get everything together for his several-day-long trek. Luigi decided to take a few days worth of clothes to make it seem like he was going on a longer journey than he was going on while also not having too much weight slowing him down. He grabbed his bag and went into his and his brother’s shared living space.

“Hey Luigi, did she say how long you would be gone for?”

Luigi snapped towards his direction not realizing he was there, “Nope, I’m assuming she’ll tell me once I get there. I wonder why she wants me to go.”

Mario nodded in agreement, his brow ever-so-slightly furrowed. “Sit down, I’m getting food ready for you to bring with you and a hot meal before you go.”

Luigi smiled, his tiredness evident, “Thanks, Mario.”

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sageourplanetmeow · 2 months ago

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Fae OC Whom I Can’t Name

I changed their design and I’m so glad because the old haircut… BLEH! I had to draw this with my finger and hence the lines are a bit wobbly. I changed the suit from the original one with a slightly different lapel, a different pattern and removing the bow tie so that I could replace it with the gem this and the ruffles. I also BARELY changed the shoes but I did that in my schoolbook so I need to get that book to share it. Initially I planned on giving them a monochrome green colour palette and damn am I so thankful to myself for managing to learn to tolerate other colours. As you can see they have mushroom earrings (hey, yeah, you, pretend that whoever made those earrings is really stupid and can’t mould a literal mushroom properly- yeah) to allude to fairy circles aka circles of mushrooms. Also have the mushroom tail. I don’t know how original that is I’m just hoping it is otherwise I’ll look really stupid for copying some DnD species- I say, having played DnD… because I never properly read the rules :D. The cracks are just there I guess and they have guw (however you spell it) but I didn’t draw that in this because I wasn’t sure what colour it would be. I’m concerned this looks too much like a tumblr s*xyman and/or a hazbin hotel character- damn my obsession with that show. Ok maybe making them less thin salvaged it. I dunno this is an antagonist and is a fae but you know the evil sort.

Truthfully, I’m prepared to abscond permanently from school and make an indie animated show with comics with my friends. YES IT WOULD BE A MUSICAL AND YES THE CHARACTERS WOULD REGULARLY HAVE FUNNY FRAMES! YES IT WOULD BE INSANELY QUEER MWAHAHAHAHHAH

I recently watched Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared and it literally describes the British educational system perfectly (I don’t know what it’s like in other countries so other people would have to say). Like the creative episode was literally just art. No hate whatsoever to our art teachers but why can’t we draw any cartoony stuff? As in the curriculum specifically discourages it. I mean art is literally meant to be creative so… eh? Kind of sad… also the love episode. That one I feel was more to do with society but that’s just me because my schools have never taught us about love. I dunno as an aro ace person I laughed so hard whilst watching it with my friends. Also the animation in that show is fantastic both in the YouTube series and the bbc series (I know it’s on channel 4 but meh whatever). I think red guy is probably my favourite character. Help the fact there’s him and then Allen from Smiling Friends who I find insanely funny and they’re both red. I don’t know I’ve only really watched clips of smiling friends but turns out it’s on channel 4 I think so I think I could watch it then.

One thing I can’t forgive Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared for… they coloured in the tiles at the end of the first episode- I FELT SO INFURIATED THAT I CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR AND STUFFED MY FACE UNDER MY BED! WRATH AND FURY WERE MY SOLE EMOTIONS!

But seriously I love the animation in both these shows.

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self-spaghettification · 11 months ago

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1K Foodie Viren fluff

“Viren.” The startouch elf appeared from out of the trees, where he had been wandering off. “Look what I procured.” His eyes were twinkling in excitement. “It’s a rare Shrubshroom”

“And this means… what exactly?” Viren regarded the brown mushroom of rather typical appearance with confusion and skepticism. Aaravos laughs. “It’s a Xadian delicacy you simply must try. I’ve been around for millennia and this… It’s the most uniquely flavor-packed fungi I’ve ever had the pleasure of tasting.”

“Ooh. I admit, I’m intrigued.” Viren raises an eyebrow. “Does it need to be prepared?” Viren asks.

“Of course, though it will take only a moment.” Aaravos winks, then traces an orange rune in the air that Viren didn’t recognize and his hands glow for a minute, the mushrooms sizzle, browning at the edges, and then he traces another rune and says another word and it stops.

“As showy as ever, I see. Have you ever done anything without the aid of magic, your startouched elegance?” Viren teases.

Aaravos shrugs, raising his eyebrows and then smirks a bit. “Why would I need to? I’m gracing this valuable gift upon you as well you know.” He hands 2 mushrooms to Viren keeping 3 for himself. “Well then. Do try what I labored so hard to find, Viren, I implore you.” Aaravos says overdramatically.

Viren tries a bite, chewing and rolling it all over his tongue, eyebrows scrunched up in thought. He then stops. “Huh.”

“Well, have you no praise to lavish upon me?” Aaravos asks expectantly, leaning his head on his hand, looking up at Viren with one eyebrow raised, pouting a bit. Viren frowns. ”Ok, you’ve had your fun. This clearly doesn’t taste like anything.” It was just the typical earthy nutty flavors of a regular mushroom.

“That can’t be right..” Aaravos frowns, whether he’s more upset that he’s wrong about something for once or that Viren didn’t enjoy it is unclear. He’s lost in thought for a moment, pondering different possibilities.

“Maybe the flavor was too powerful and short circuited my tongue accustomed to only the pitiful non magic mushrooms from the other side of Xadia” Viren jokes.

Aaravos instead of laughing seems to come to a realization, eyes widening and his mouth makes an o shape. “Of course, that’s it.”

He grins and leans in towards Viren. “There is a simple solution for you to enjoy this delicacy. If you are not opposed, that is.” Aaravos traces a finger down Viren’s jaw.

“I… sorry… what?” Viren asks, confused and even flustered.

“It could even be.. fun.” Aaravos smirked, his face inches away from Viren’s, breath warm on his face.

“What are you talking abo-ohmf!”

Viren was rudely cut off as Aaravos suddenly kissed him, one hand pressed against the back of Viren’s neck for leverage, stopping him from pulling away, the other on his jaw, full soft lips pressing against his, increasing pressure and prying them apart with a tongue, making his way forcefully into Viren’s mouth. Viren’s lips parted more willingly than he ever would have admitted and his tongue fought back, trying to push Aaravos’s tongue out of his mouth, but it fought back and it was strangely passionate, eliciting a small moan from Viren and breathier one from Aaravos as the kiss deepened. Viren put his hand on Aaravos’s chest, trying to push him away, and after a moment longer, finally, Aaravos let go, and Viren pulled away, both of them catching their breath. Viren was flushed red fully to the ears, hair slightly disheveled. “What was that for?”

Aaravos only smiled. “Merely an exchange of saliva.” Like it was that simple and that explained everything and it was ok to just go around kissing people without their consent. “I-Wh-By the stars, what’s wrong with you?!”

“Oh come now, don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy that Viren. I enjoyed it quite a bit personally, for a ‘necessary evil.’ “ The elf tilted his head and smiled infuriatingly.

“I….” Viren can barely speak, he’s so caught up in a whirlwind of emotions. “N..necessary? what on earth could make …that… necessary?”

“Hmm. The mushroom, of course. There is a certain taste to it. Elven and human tongues must have inherited some different taste buds from being accustomed to different foods. Our saliva has different properties. But because we… exchanged saliva… (Viren only glares at him, and Aaravos chuckles) now, you can graciously enjoy the wondrous flavor of the shrubshroom!” He smirked smugly, as if to say, aren’t I amazing, Viren? Aren’t you glad?

Viren glares, finally regaining some of his composure.

He fumes for a bit but finally, his curiosity gets the best of him.

He reluctantly takes a bite of the shrubshroom.

His eyes go wide. “What in Xadia? This really is incredible…” He looks starry-eyed now, excited. “So many different flavors! I never would have expected….I…”

The mushroom really was delicious and a true anomaly. It was like the sweetest strawberry and the spiciest pepper and the richest meat all one flavor after another. And to have to experience it only through elf saliva.

“Hm. I never knew it could be this way.”Viren pondered, glancing to Aaravos too, who observed him back with a small smile on his face.

Viren smirked a bit. “You know, this does make me wonder, what other foods taste different through the tongue of an elf rather than a human?”

Aaravos laughed, leaning in again. “Did you want to find out?” “Oh, so you do intend to repeat this experiment?”

Viren blanched. “Wait, I didn’t mean it like that-“

“Oh Viren, I’m happy to oblige you, but if you want to kiss me you can just say so, you know, if you enjoyed it so much.”

“I- I didn’t - that’s not what I meant.” Viren was blushing even harder than before if such a thing were even possible. “But…” His breath catches. “To tell you the truth, I am rather curious about exploring food in that lens… but is such a method truly necessary?”

Aaravos frowns and raises an eyebrow. “No but I thought you’d enjoy it nonetheless… more than this, per say.”

Aaravos opens his mouth and sticks his tongue out, licking his hand. He then brings his hand to Viren’s mouth. “Now lick” He says with a smug smirk.

Viren stared in disgust and horror, half starting to stick his tongue out, almost building up the willpower to lick it back before chickening out at the last moment, shuddering. “Actually.. I can’t believe I’m saying this…but I think I prefer kissing.”

“I knew you’d come around.” Aaravos smirks, leaning in, lying down, his head resting on his hands, propped up in the grass. “If you like we could explore… food… in a unique lens again, Viren.”

Viren sighs, deliberating. In the end, the foodie couldn’t turn it down, plus there seemed to be… added benefits, depending on how you looked at it. “I suppose I’m not entirely opposed to the idea.” Viren smirks, leaning in too. xx :)

#viravos #viren #aaravos #tdp #the dragon prince #my writing #self spaghettification #foodie viren

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sunshines-bee-farm · 1 year ago

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You're On Your Own Kid [Agere Minecraft Fic] [APTR AU]

Trigger warnings: disownment, agere hating, there will be a happy ending and more parts

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PUDDLES WASN’T USED TO BEING ON HIS OWN. He was raised as part of a large family, with six sibling pups who were all bigger, more confident, and apparently nicer than Puddles was. Puddles had an attitude, apparently, and wasn’t always in touch with reality. Apparently.

Sprinkles, his sister, barged into his room one day when he had forgotten to lock the door. It was the biggest mistake of his life, because the moment she saw the adult paci in his mouth and the toys on the ground, she turned on her heels and was gone in an instant. It felt like moments later he was packed and on his way out of Silvermount.

He had only managed to save one of his little items, one he begged and cried for until his ex-mother acquiesced, shoving it in his hands and then slamming the door in his face. It was a raggedy stuffed rabbit, one that used to be cream but was now a light brown. It had a faded, soft-from-time yellow ribbon around its neck. Puddles hid his tears in her fur.

He wasn’t going to lie and say he loved his family. At least, he wouldn’t say it was cut and dry. As the runt of the litter, Puddles had to fend for himself his entire life, and while Sprinkles grew up on a fluffy pillow, he had to fight for scraps of food. He was used to being on his own.

But he wasn’t, too. Because at least they pretended. At least they tried. One adult pacifier later, and they weren’t. One wooden train later, and he was alone.

It didn’t feel much different.

Silvermount was a tiny village built along the peaks of a tall mountain, with a rough path winding down to the valley. The valley in which Star and oliver disappeared into three years ago, after they were found out by the others for their lifestyle. No one understood the age regression, and they didn’t care to try. Puddles didn’t know what happened to the two.

He wandered for days, until he was too tired to hold back the sobs anymore. He curled up on the forest floor for so long a pig laid next to him, plump and serene, not at all spooked by the pup’s unnatural blue fur or loud cries. He named her Bailey.

“Puddles?”

He jumped ten feet in the air. Bailey ran, squealing, to hide behind a tree. He sat up with his pack of useless adult stuff weighing on his shoulders, only to find Oliver, Star’s caregiver, standing there. He held a basket of apples, a diamond axe at his side. It sheened with enchantment.

“Oliver?” His voice cracked.

“What are you doing all the way out here?” Something in his voice told Puddles he knew Puddles would be lying if he said camping. “They didn’t…”

It was all it took. Oliver sat next to him and held him while he cried, which was more than Puddles ever had or ever would deserve. Oliver had always been nice to him. He was a natural caregiver, in any capacity. Puddles would never be like him.

“Hey,” Oliver said softly after a while. “Hey.”

Puddles looked up. Oliver wiped the mud from under Puddles�� eye.

“Come stay with us.”

Puddles’ eyes widened. “Wh-what? No, I can’t— why would you even offer that? After…”

“Because it’s my house and I make my own decisions.” He smiled. “And I forgave you a long time ago.”

“But what about Star?”

“She’s mad at you, she’s not evil.” He laughed. “She won’t let you suffer just because you made a mistake.”

Puddles’ heart was pounding. How was he meant to accept this? He couldn’t. But Oliver was stubborn, and after arguing for half an hour, Puddles was too tired. He just wanted to sleep. Maybe in a bed.

Oliver led him through the Muted Valley, birch trees towering and bees buzzing over tulips and sunflowers. Bailey followed. They came across a decently sized house, clearly handbuilt but done very well, made of baby blue terracotta with a dark oak roof. Mossy cobble lined the dirt path. A few mushroom trees had grown, whether intentionally or unintentionally Puddles didn’t know. Oliver would truly go to the ends of the Earth for Star. What was it like to have someone who loved you that much?

“Little star,” Oliver called when they entered. “Puddles is here.” Something crashed to the ground. Oliver laughed. “You okay?”

“Did you say Puddles?” She poked her head through a doorway. “Is that a pig?”

The living room was covered in toys. Drawings by Star lined the walls, both from when she was big and little, it looked like. Puddles was astounded that they lost everything for littlespace… and kept it. They didn’t seem ashamed or embarrassed. This was just how they were.

Puddles stared at the ground, refusing to meet anyone’s eyes and hugging his bag. Oliver placed a hand on his shoulder as he explained.

“Yeah, I mean,” Star shrugged, looking uncomfortable and definitely not little anymore, “you can stay as long as you need. But… you better be telling the truth.”

His eyes watered. “I am. I promise.”

“I believe you.” She sounded genuine, but he couldn’t fathom why. “You need some little time. Come on, we’ll set up your room later, let’s have a tea party.”

She turned and walked briskly over to her toybox, pulling out a handmade wooden tea kettle and some cups. Puddles hesitated so long she stopped to turn and ask, “You coming? Your pig can join.”

He felt silly sitting at the tea party dressed in trousers and a leather tunic. He missed his onesies, his flare skirts. Star noticed, because after a moment of pouring fake tea she stood and demanded he follow her.

“Play nice, baby,” Oliver called as they left.

Puddles swallowed. They entered the bedroom and Star started going through her little closet.

“You’re a femboy, aren’t you?” She asked. Puddles hesitantly agreed. “So skirts don’t bother you, even though you’re trans?”

“I like skirts,” he said quietly.

“Okay, then I have something you can borrow.”

She pulled out a skirt made of light wool, pastel blue with little fluffy white clouds. She tossed it to him with a white long sleeved blouse. He changed in the bathroom, and when he came out, he felt strange because he felt like himself again.

Star grinned. “You look great! Perfect for a tea party. What about your little guy—what’s his name?” She pointed to his rabbit.

He gripped her tighter. “Delilah.”

“Oh, a girl bunny?”

“Mhm.”

“And did you name your pig?”

“Bailey.”

She crouches down and pets Bailey’s head. “Who’s a good girl? Who’ll probably eat some of my clothes if I’m not careful? You are!”

They went back to the living room and Oliver read a book while he watched them play. Puddles had trouble regressing—a lot of trouble—but found himself slowly sinking into the headspace as Star made conversation and offered him toys. They raced wooden cars along the floor. His favorite was a pink one, made of cherry wood. She gave it to him. Like, for good. He almost cried.

It wasn’t happy tears, though.

Because he was used to being on his own. He was used to fending for himself and keeping his shield raised and his head high, but now? He was crumbling under any small gesture of kindness. He dropped his walls and showed them everything, made himself completely vulnerable.

And they accepted him. They didn’t seem to want to take advantage of him.

And that… he was not used to.

#sfw age regression #a place to rest au #did system #age regression #agere #sfwagere #sfw agere #minecraft #minecraft agere #fandom agere #age regressor #agere writing #agere fic #my writing

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heffrondriver16-blog · 4 months ago

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Tickle Monster (The Little Mermaid Fanfic)

"Eric?"

Eric turned around, wooden spoon in hand and grinned at Ariel.

"Ariel, you're awake! I thought you were gonna sleep forever." He turned back to the steaming pot and stirred. "It's almost time for lunch!"

"Eric, you're cooking." Ariel marveled. Eric once again turned around, this time with a confused look on his face. He then raised up the wooden spoon and took a look at the pot in awe.

"I... no way! I really am cooking! How did this happen?" Ariel rolled her eyes at him and he chuckled. "I'm cooking you lunch because... well, I love you." He blushed.

"What is it?" Ariel stepped closer. "It smells delicious."

"That's a surprise." Said Eric. "Now get out of the kitchen, little lady, before you spoil it." He playfully chased her with the wooden spoon and Ariel squealed with giggles, both her hands protectively on her bottom as she ran out of the huge room.

She went into the dining room, finding her mother-in-law already there, as well as Grimsby.

"Ariel, did you know that Eric can cook?" Asked her mother-in-law and Ariel just shrugged as she sat down.

"He says it's a surprise for me. Because he loves me." She blushed and her mother-in-law chuckled.

"Well, love can make you do crazy things." She said with a smile.

"Actually, "Said Grimsby. "Eric's been cooking for a while. As a little boy he loved going down to the kitchen and watch the cooks. Unless he was in the water, which was almost all the time." He smiled at the memory.

"Lunch is ready!" The door opened and Eric stepped in, carrying the pot which was still steaming. "Mushroom stew for all of you, thank me later." He put the pot down, rubbing his hands together. "Dig in, everyone! I made it with all the love I have." He winked at Ariel, making her blush again.

Ariel was the first one to taste the stew, her eyes widening at how delicious it was. Eric welcomed everyone's congratulations, letting out a content "mm" as he tasted it himself.

After lunch, Eric grabbed Ariel's hand and the both of them went down to the shore where it all started; it became their favorite spot overtime. Sitting next to each other, Eric turned to his wife, one eye closed because of the sun.

"What were you thinking when you saved me?" He asked. "Weren't you scared of your father?"

"It all happened so fast." Ariel shook her head, smiling at Eric. "My father was the least of my worries. There was a handsome prince in the water, waiting for rescuing. I couldn't help myself."

"Lucky me." Answered Eric, putting an arm around Ariel's shoulder and kissing her cheek.

"Well, you might have not saved me from death but I'm lucky, too." Said Ariel, smiling up at her husband. "I live in a castle and have a personal cook who also happens to be my husband."

"I'm luckier." Insisted Eric.

"No, I'm luckier." Opposed Ariel, and they both looked at each other at the same time.

"Well, it looks like we disagree." Eric pulled away from her, a playful look in his eyes. "Tell you what. We wrestle; the winner is the luckiest."

Ariel rolled her eyes, letting out a laugh.

"Eric, you're almost twice my size, I have a feeling you'd win."

The prince shrugged.

"Yeah, alright. That wouldn't be fair." He thought a bit before his eyes lit up. "This, on the other hand, will be a fair fight."

Before Ariel knew it, Eric playfully wrestled her onto the sand and raised both his hands, wiggling his fingers in the air with an evil grin. Ariel frowned, not knowing what would come next. Soon enough though, Eric's fingers danced along her sides and belly. Ariel stayed quiet, confused still. Surely Eric was trying to get some kind of a reaction out of her; what that was though, she didn't know.

"Ariel?" Asked Eric, his hands stopping. "Are you not ticklish?" He asked, then sat on his feet. "You're not ticklish!" He said in disbelief.

"Ticklish?" Ariel asked, sitting up as well. "What's that?"

Eric seemed even more confused.

"You don't know what ticklish means?" He asked, then thought a bit. "Well, I guess you grew up under the sea... maybe mermaids aren't ticklish." Ariel frowned and Eric smiled at her. "You see, tickling is a sort of game. Or torture, depending on the situation. You dig your fingers into the victim's armpits, sides, ribs or belly and they laugh uncontrollably. It's fun if you don't overdo it."

Ariel looked down, thinking about what she just heard. Then slowly, a creepy smile made its way on her face. Eric looked at her warily.

"Just before you tackled me, you said it would be a fair fight... which means you..." She raised her brows. "You're ticklish."

"Well, I... I..." Eric stammered, blushing. "I..."

"Yes?" Asked Ariel as she slowly climbed closer to him, making him back up.

"Ariel..." His voice, to Ariel's amusement, was slightly fearful. "Just wait a second before you-Ariel!"

He soon found himself lying on the ground, Ariel above him, smiling devilishly.

"Ariel..." He tried again but realized there was no going back now. I'm dead, he thought just before he was attacked. He immediately started giggling, his limbs flailing in all directions.

"Ariel, stop!" Eric remembered a few tickle fights from his childhood and knew that begging never worked, but it was worth a try. Maybe Ariel would make an exception. "Please stop!"

"Never!" Ariel chuckled along with him and did as Eric told her, her fingers scanning his upper body quickly and sneakily. Eric's laughter was the best thing she'd ever heard; it reminded her of music, beautiful music. And while she had a feeling that this was more fun for her than it was for him, she couldn't stop just yet. Not when she was having so much fun.

"A-a-ariel!" Eric continued laughing, weakly reaching out to stop her hands but her fingers always found a new, unprotected spot. "S-s-stop! I'm begging you!"

"Begging me, huh?" Ariel stopped for a moment but held both of his shoulders firmly, making sure he didn't escape just yet. "That's nice. But I have other spots to check."

"Wait, what other spots do you-nooo!" Eric threw his head back with laughter as Ariel squeezed both of his thighs, resisting the urge to squeal in sweet agony. "N-not there!"

"Not where?" Ariel repeated her previous move, eliciting the kind of belly laughter that sounded like it was coming from a baby rather than a grown man. "Well, well, well. Sounds like I found a sweet spot."

Eric's laughter continued as Ariel reached down to tickle his feet, and that's when he had enough.

"N-no! Nooo!" He suddenly jumped up; it was easier now that Ariel wasn't towering over him. He made a run for it but didn't make it far; he could soon feel Ariel grab onto his leg and he fell face down in the sand. "Ariel, stop! Have mercy!"

"Soon, my prince, very soon." She turned him over and and towered over him again, noticing the buttons on his shirt had come undone. "I have an idea. It might work or it might not, but I have a feeling that the possibility is worth to explore." When she opened Eric's shirt fully, she was met with a gaze of unmistakable horror.

"No, Ariel, anything but that! Please!" He was already giggling and Ariel smiled down at him.

"Don't worry, it'll be over in a second." She leaned down and stuck her open lips against his bare belly. And then, she blew as hard as she could. It made a funny noise but it was nothing compared to Eric's reaction; he practically squealed.

"E-e-enough!" He kicked weakly, wheezing with laughter as Ariel did the same on his ribs and finally his sides. "I'm gonna wee my pants! I'm gonna wee my pants!"

Ariel immediately stopped, looking down at him strangely. Eric's head fell back onto the ground in relief as he took deep breaths, a grin remaining on his face.

"That... excuse... always... works..." He panted.

"So you just said it to make me stop?" Ariel raised her brows and Eric quickly sat up, grabbing both her wrists firmly, but not painfully.

"Yes, but please don't continue or I might actually wee myself." He giggled and Ariel smiled at him.

"No more tickles, it's over. Calm down, it's over."

"Oh my God." He fell back on the ground, still breathing a bit heavily. "I created a monster."

Ariel chuckled and laid down beside him, kissing his shoulder.

"So who's the luckiest?" She challenged him and Eric broke into a smile.

"You are, you are." He held up his hands in defense. "In fact you're double-lucky since you're not ticklish. Which is, by the way a grave injustice and not fair at all."

"Well, from what it seemed like it's more a of a torture than a game so yeah, I feel lucky." Said Ariel. "And you can't even get back at me."

"No?" Asked Eric, sitting up with an evil grin of his own. "Watch this!"

Before Ariel could respond, she found herself thrown over Eric's shoulder like a light sack of potatoes and soon enough Eric was knee deep in the sea.

"Take that!" He laughed triumphantly as he threw her into the water, then proceeded to splash her as she resurfaced. "Take that and that!"

A while later all that could be heard was joyous laughter and the sound of a splashing battle raging; only one could be victor.

It was one of the best days Eric ever had.

#jonah hauer king #jonah hauer king x halle bailey #halle bailey x jonah hauer king #halle bailey #the little mermaid 2023 #the little mermaid #ariel x eric #prince eric #princess ariel #ariel #tlm #the little mermaid fanfic

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trashyswitch · 1 year ago

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Luigi's Secret

Chapter 15: Telling Mama The Secret

Luigi and Mario go to their parents' house for dinner. It's a usual family dinner, only Luigi is called by his mother to chat with her about something. Luigi begins to grow nervous as they head to the kitchen to do the dishes.

I wanted fluff, and very little angst the day I wrote this. And I refuse to change it! The boys deserves some love and acceptance, and I will stand by that till the day I die.

<3 I hope you enjoy!

Mario and Luigi were invited to their parents house for dinner that night, which was why they had to leave so soon from the Mushroom Kingdom’s Daycare. Mario and Luigi hopped into the green pipe to get back to Brooklyn. When they arrived there, Mario and Luigi hopped into their van and drove to the family’s house.

Mario bit his lip as he continued to drive. “Uhh…Luigi?” Mario asked.

Luigi looked at his brother. “Yeah?”

Mario blushed a slight bit. “Can…can you please keep the ‘Princess Mario’ thing a secret from the family?” Mario asked.

Luigi nodded his head. “Of course!” He replied. “You thought I was going to tell them about all that?” Luigi asked.

“Well no…” Mario muttered. “I knew you would keep that secret. But…” Mario scratched the back of his head. “Papa, Arthur and Tony will never let me live down the ‘princess’ thing if it was revealed.” Mario told him.

Luigi smiled a bit. “Secret’s safe with me.” Luigi promised.

Mario smiled and looked at Luigi with appreciation. “Thank you.” He said. “And I’ll return the favor.” Mario added.

Luigi rolled his eyes as Mario parked the car. “You don’t need to. I’m fine with the Princess Luigi thing being revealed.” Luigi admitted.

“Really?!” Mario asked, laughing a bit. “Well…Yeah. Knowing I made a little girl happy today…that’s worth every ounce of ridicule.” Luigi told him.

Mario smiled. “It’s not just the little girl you cheered up…The whole room of tots seemed to love you.” Mario told him.

“They loved you just as much, maybe even more than they loved me.” Luigi argued. “Super Mario.” Luigi teased as he unbuckled his seatbelt and opened the door.

“Evil Green Monster-turned-princess.” Mario teased back.

Luigi laughed as he closed the door to the car and walked up to the house. “So…what happened to only weekdays?” Luigi asked.

Mario chuckled. “Mama insisted that we come over today. I’m guessing that she misses us too much to last another day without seeing us.” Mario explained.

Luigi giggled. “That’s Mama for ya.” Luigi joked.

“Well, don’t tell her that.” Mario added with a chuckle as he knocked on the door.

The door opened, revealing their Mama. “I miei figli!" She cheered, hugging her kids tightly.

“Hi Mamma.” Mario and Luigi said at the same time.

“Come in, come in!” She told them, closing the door. “Dinner will be ready in 15 minutes.” She told them. “Luigi, can you help me set the table?” She asked.

Luigi nodded his head. “Of course!” Luigi replied.

While Mario went to visit with his uncles, Luigi went to the kitchen to help his Mom out. He grabbed the plates, the napkins and the cutlery, before setting it up at the table. As he did this, his mamma was adding little decorations and setting up a bouquet of flowers. “Your Papa got these for me today.” She told him.

Luigi smiled and admired the flowers. “They’re beautiful.” Luigi told her.

She placed them in the filled vase when they were the right length. “It’s these little surprises your father does, that make me fall in love with him all over again.” She admitted, kissing her husband’s cheek as she walked up to the table with the vase of flowers.

“Ti amo.” He told her, looking at her with loving eyes.

“Io ti amo di più.” She replied, winking at him before picking up the soup bowls. She wrapped her arm around Luigi and leaned in. “After supper, I have a little something to discuss with you.” She whispered to Luigi before placing them beside the plates.

Luigi tilted his head, before looking at his Papa. When Papa shrugged his shoulders too, Luigi decided to drop the question for now, and focus on getting the table ready.

A few minutes later, the family all came together to eat dinner. “So how are you and that Peach girl doing?” Mamma asked Mario.

“Ooooh! Isn’t that the blondie in the pink dress?” Tony asked, nudging Mario.

“Are you two dating yet?” Arthur asked next.

Mario rolled his eyes. “No, we’re not. Why do you keep asking about that?” Mario asked Arthur.

“Because you mention her so often! Can you blame us for being a little curious?” Arthur explained.

Mario huffed and struggled to hide the blush that was on his face.

Luigi noticed this, and attempted to help the situation. “She’s doing well. We actually had her over for dinner yesterday.” Luigi added, taking a drink of water before continuing. “Would you believe Peach had never eaten pasta before?” Luigi added.

“What?!” Tony dropped his jaw. “Never eaten PASTA?!”

Arthur widened his eyes. “Wow…” He muttered. “So did you give her the traditional introduzione alla cucina italiana?” Arthur asked.

Mario smiled. “We did our best.” he said.

“Mario nailed it on the tomato sauce, like usual.” Luigi teased.

“And Luigi killed it with the alfredo sauce!” Mario reacted. “Or ‘afredo’, as Peach called it.” Mario joked.

Mamma laughed. “You made both sauces?” She reacted.

Luigi chuckled. “Mario insisted…” he told them. “Apparently no pasta night can be without my alfredo sauce.” Luigi added.

“And oh my gosh, Toad.” Mario laughed. “The poor man was this close to devouring everything in sight by the time we plated up.” Mario reacted.

Luigi laughed. “He was quite funny.” Luigi admitted. “Seeing him eat pasta for the first time was like seeing a toddler eat cotton candy for the first time.” Luigi explained.

Papa chuckled at that. “So I guess they liked it?” He asked.

Mario smiled. “They both loved it, and said it was amazing.” Mario told him. “But that’s not even the craziest part about it.” Mario added. “So…Luigi has this weird thing where eating his food can create feelings of nostalgia.” Mario told him.

Luigi scratched the back of his head. “Kinda…” Luigi muttered.

“No! Not just kinda.” Mario argued. “He made bacon for me yesterday morning, and he made it exactly how Papa used to make it.” Mario said, pointing to his Papa. “And eating it…I felt like I flashed right back to those childhood memories of Saturday eggs and toast.” Mario told them.

Arthur smiled. “I could use that occasionally.” He admitted.

“Me too.” Tony mentioned.

Mamma giggled. “Those years of watching Curious George, Handy Manny and Bob the Builder…” Mamma reminisced.

“Don’t forget Clifford the Big Red Dog.” Papa added with a laugh. “Mario would take the batteries out of the remote to stop us from turning it off.” Papa added, chuckling.

Tony, Arthur, and Mary laughed when they heard that.

“Actually, I think I remember Mario doing that to me too.” Tony added. “And then when we got you into your PJ’s, I ended up finding the batteries in your little pockets.” Tony explained. “Dude kept them in there for hours!” Tony reacted with a laugh.

Mario chuckled. “Yeah…That was my strategy. Take out the remote batteries so the remote couldn’t turn off our favorite show.” Mario explained. “But it worked, didn’t it?” Mario added.

Papa rolled his eyes. “It did…until I walked up to the TV and clicked the power button.” Papa added, laughing.

Mario sighed. “The disappointment that filled my mind after the TV clicked off.” Mario admitted.

Mamma smirked. “Followed by Luigi’s eagerness to feel the static that came off the TV screen.” Mamma added.

Luigi giggled. “I never did find out why that happened.” Luigi admitted.

“Anyway…” Mario continued. “Peach ate the tomato sauce, and felt fine. She loved it. But the moment she ate the alfredo sauce?” Mario paused for a moment. “She just…froze in shock.” Mario told them.

Papa widened his eyes and looked at Luigi. “Froze in shock? Why?” He asked.

Luigi put down his fork. “She had a subconscious memory.” Luigi explained. “Or, that’s what we could figure out based on what she told us.” Luigi looked at Mario. “Honestly…It scared me at first.” Luigi admitted, looking at the table. “Especially when she became very emotional.” Luigi added.

Mario cleared his throat. “Thing is…the earliest memory she told me she has was when she arrived in the Mushroom Kingdom. But the moment she ate Luigi’s alfredo sauce…she started to remember the smallest bits of her life from before she moved to the mushroom kingdom.” Mario told them.

Mamma softened her expression into sadness. “The poor dear…” She said with a voice of empathy.

“...So she HAS had pasta before? Or she hasn’t?” Arthur asked. “You’re confusing us.”

Mario shrugged his shoulders. “She wouldn’t tell us the details. She only said ‘I remember’, before hugging Toad.” Mario told them. “Toad ended up helping her, but…” Mario let out a breath. “I can’t even imagine being so in-the-dark about your past…and truth be told, I didn’t really know how to navigate such a difficult topic.” Mario explained.

“It sounded like it was a lot for her to take in at once.” Arthur admitted.

Luigi nodded his head. “But…Thanks to a slightly inappropriate joke Mario made, things seemed to lighten up from there.” Luigi added. “And by inappropriate, I mean ‘really bad timing’.” Luigi added.

Mario chuckled. “But it made Peach laugh, didn’t it?” Mario reminded him.

Luigi tsked with a smile. “You’re lucky that’s all it did.” Luigi added.

Mario smiled and went back to eating. After supper, Mario and the others were encouraged to go start up a board game, or watch TV together. And like earlier, Luigi was called to the kitchen to help his Mamma. This was where Luigi knew their little discussion was going to occur. Though he was slightly nervous about it taking place in a somewhat open area, he trusted his Mamma enough to take the lead in this sort of thing.

Luigi was washing the dishes, while Mamma was drying them. “So…” Mamma started.

Luigi looked at his Mamma. “You wanted to talk about something?” Luigi asked, working at a plate in the sink.

She smiled and cleaned the inner part of the saucepan. “Mario told me a little something about you.” She said.

Luigi tilted his head. When? When could he have told her anything? Something in his gut told him it had to do with his secret, but…there was no way. So…he asked straight up. “What was it?” Luigi asked.

She smiled and started to dry the back of the pan. “You like physical affection.” She said somewhat bluntly.

Luigi widened his eyes. “Uhhh…” He could feel a small blush coming on. “W-Well…Yeah. But who doesn’t?” Luigi attempted to downplay it.

“Mario.” Mamma replied. “He’s not a fan of much touch.” She told him.

Luigi nodded. “Well…that I know.” Luigi admitted.

“Which is why it’s rather unfortunate…that you would tell your brother before you would tell me about it.” She added.

Luigi froze. Wait, what?! Was…was she mad? He quickly tried to explain himself. “No no no, that’s not really how it went.” Luigi explained. “He took my phone while I was reading, and found out the truth by reading it out loud.” Luigi explained further. “I…actually did all I could to hide the secret…without looking too suspicious.” Luigi admitted.

Mamma looked at Luigi with a sad smile. “I figured Mario was fibbing a bit on text.” She admitted, putting the saucepan into the drawer and closing it. “But…how did he find out about…” She pointed to the spot behind her own ear, for clarification.

Luigi bit his lip. “Yeah…that was accidental too.” Luigi admitted.

She smiled. “Well…Was he…kind about it?” She asked.

Luigi hummed, unsure how to react. “Uhhhhhhh…” He bit his lip. “Yes, and no. For both.” He said. “Yes, he handled it quite well…He even told me ‘if you need love, cuddles, tickles, any physical affection, then let me know’.” Luigi told her.

She smiled brightly upon hearing that. “I couldn’t ask for anything more.” She reacted.

“But…that came after a couple days of teasing me about it…” Luigi added with a chuckle, putting the next plate onto the drying rack.

“Well…I knew that would happen.” She added. “But…” She walked up to Luigi and very gently scratched behind his ear.

This made Luigi snort and cover his mouth with his wet hand, shaking his head as he curled away from the fingers. “EEEheheheee! Mahahammaaa!” Luigi giggled, waving his hand at her in self-defense.

“When were you going to tell me that you like physical affection?” She asked with a hint of playfulness in her voice.

Luigi smiled and blushed a bit more. “Honestly…I wanted to tell you while we were setting the table. But…Dad was there.” Luigi admitted.

She chuckled. “True…” She muttered.

“And…You brought it up before I could even tell you myself.” Luigi added.

“Oooh, okay. Go ahead then.” She said, picking up the plate that Luigi had just washed.

Luigi widened his eyes and looked down, quickly growing embarrassed. “You…want me to-” “What is it you wanted to tell me?” She asked innocently.

Luigi blinked at her, before looking down at the water. “M-Maaa, I-” Luigi struggled to talk.

“Just spit it out. No holding back.” She said, grabbing his shoulder and squeezing it.

Luigi let out a long sigh, before working up the courage. “I like physical affection.” Luigi told her.

She smiled brightly. “...And?” She made him continue.

Luigi chuckled as he pulled his hands out of the water and dried off his hands. “And I don’t mind when you give me affection.” Luigi admitted with a growing blush.

“Aaaaaand?” She brought Luigi into a tight hug.

Luigi hugged his mother back, and physically relaxed in her arms. He no longer wanted to talk. He just wanted to stay silent like this forever…

“There’s one more thing…” She said, breaking the silence as she poked his side.

Luigi snorted and hid his face in his Mama’s shoulder. Noooo! Does he have to?! He could feel the flustered embarrassment taking over every fraction of his being. He felt like melting into a puddle and slithering away, never having to deal with the stresses of confessions ever again.

But…that’s not how physics works. So…He finally let it out.

“And tickles are my f-favorite…” Luigi finally admitted to her.

She closed her eyes and held him for a little longer, making sure he got the affection he so desperately needed. And she couldn’t have been more right. Luigi felt instant relief, mixed with strong, pleasant euphoria. The hugs were helping him tremendously with coping with the embarrassment. But more importantly…It seemed like his mother was able to sense his need for affection without a word being uttered between them. It was something that Luigi didn’t really have with his brother. Mario knew generally what Luigi was always feeling at every moment…but struggled with guessing or understanding what Luigi might be thinking.

“Thank you for telling me.” She told him, rubbing his back gently.

Luigi closed his eyes and felt the soft brushes of her fingers and palms against his back. He couldn’t describe how it felt to feel such strong love and affection from someone that loved him so much. It was at this moment that Luigi finally decided…that this was worth every second of embarrassment leading up to the confession. Worth every laugh, every howl, every stare, and every dirty look that may occur in the future. With at least 3 people on his side…he knew that he was going to be okay.

“Now, why don’t we get these dishes done? Then we can continue on with life and join the others in the living room.” She told him.

Luigi smiled and let go of his Mamma. “Okay.” Luigi replied, before letting go and walking back to the sink of soapy water.

After Luigi and Mama Mario had finished the dishes, they joined the others in the living room, who were reacting to bad show dialogue that was playing on the TV. Or, that was what Mario, Tony, Grandpa and Papa were doing. Mary and Arthur were cuddling on the couch, watching the show while their little daughter was reading something on the phone.

Luigi sat down on the couch, while Mamma sat down beside Papa. “Ugh…This show again?” She reacted. “I trusted you would find something we would all enjoy.” She reacted.

“What makes you think we’re enjoying this?” Papa asked.

“The writing is garbage.” Mario added.

She smiled and shook her head. “Then change the channel.” She told them.

“Nah.” Mario and Papa both said at the same time.

She laughed and just let the boys all react to the bad TV show for a while longer. Meanwhile, Luigi had pulled out his phone and took a small look at the notifications. It looked like a few people had reblogged and uploaded new posts. One of them was a list of headcanons for a fandom he wasn’t a part of. Another was a Tickle Questions Ask post for people to reblog so people send them asks for them to answer. Luigi ended up reblogging this specific post, and decided to wait till tomorrow morning to check for any questions.

Another post that showed up on his Following page, was an image of tickle profile statistics like name, age, tickle community label, favorite spots, etc. Luigi has always seen these floating around, but…he had never filled one out himself. He didn't even know how to access a blank one to fill out. So…he made a note to himself to look it up tomorrow. For now though…Luigi closed his phone and focused on spending time with his family.

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