#Skid and Pump are still together in this au and there's nothing you can do about it

[halloweenthief]

IT'S BACK

There's only a few changes from the last one, I fixed the anatomy and have Radelle pants because it's more convinient for her and looks rad

Also I remembered the name, the name was Father in the stars and i'm keeping it

Skid becomes older and decides to take matter into his own hands and look for his father since Lila doesn't help him too much. He has the hope that he's out there somewhere, maybe closer than he would imagine.

Pump is there to support Skid and doesn't really believe they will go too far, at least, at first. Still possesed by eyes, but it causes no problem, he is most of the time jus following Skid, they don't separate too much

Lucky (Kid's name, probably) got interested in the cult for Skid and Pump, and something about it just feels... Oddly familiar. Gets into accident pretty often, it's even more impressive how quickly they recover

Radella (pronounced Radel, no canon name) KNOWS the cult has something to do with the recent disappearance of her cousin and aunt and with his uncle's house randomly burning down, she wants to understand, to find out what happened to her family

Jhon's daughter, she doesn't remember too much, not even her name, even tho the rest of the kids do, she just remembers Radella and Jhon (along with the rest of the family) where her family. Pump is the only one who can see her, I wonder why...

[sunny6677]

October

(A Spooky Month AU)

(This is based off of an idea for a fnf mod I had, but I figured it would suit better as a spooky month au)

Slight tw for ptsd mentions.

Backstory: Lila ended up dying in a car accident, and due to this, both Skid and Pump were devastated. Even though Lila wasn't his mom, Pump was VERY upset about her passing, and of course Skid noticed this. He wanted to be there for his friend and not let him worry about him, so he acted like nothing was wrong for his best friends sake. Pump mistook this as him never caring about Lila, and got very upset with Skid. They ended up breaking off their friendship, and Pump didn't even say 'bye' once Skid was adopted by new parents.

AU: 19-year old Skid returns to his old town and purchases a house there in the month of October, since he misses his mom and town. But Skid happens to bump into a 18 year old Pump whom is working at a coffee shop, and Pump has noticeably changed, due to the influence of some of the toxic friends he had made after Skid left. Pump starts mocking Skid and even mocks the spooky dance they used to do together out of his own spite, and this ends up upsetting Skid very much. So yes, now Skid and Pump are rivals/enemies. However, they happen to run into all of the old spooky month characters they used to see all the time—and theymalso run into eachother repeatedly. The other Spooky Month characters, upset and disturbed by their sudden change in relationship, attempt to get them to be friends again out of their own concern for their relationship.

Personalities

(Skid and Pump are the only ones who have changed so they will be the only two on this list)

Skid: Shy, soft-spoken, but can stand up for himself if he wants to—very anxious, though he is also slightly air-headed and socially awkward due to not really having any friends after he and Pump stopped being friends.

Pump: Sarcastic, sassy, kind of an asshole–though he does have basic human decency. So yes, even if he despises Skid now, he would save him if he were in danger. Deep down, Pump does still care for Skid, but he's not ever going to admit this due to being a platonic tsundere

Characters fates:

Skid: Skid has no job currently, but he is looking for one. He had a girlfriend at some point, though he ended up breaking up with her recently—deep down, he also missed Pump a lot, so even though he is upset anytime he sees him—he still feels somewhat happier now that he knows his former best friend is alive and.. well, maybe not well but yeah—

Pump: Coffee shop worker, regularly visits Kevin's old candy store that has now been transitioned into a pizza place. He does this because he kind of misses his childhood, though it's not like you could ever get him to admit such a thing.

Hatzgang: They are still friends, and regularly hang out now that they don't have parents who kind of limit their hang outs together. Roy's mother no longer has any custody of him, and his father has been put behind bars. All three of them end up encountering Pump and Skid again upon walking in on them actually physically fighting, though they do not recognize them until getting closer and breaking up the fight. The three of them are mildly disturbed by the sudden change in relationship between the two spooky bois, and end up making it their personal mission to make them friends again, even though they still tease them.

Kevin: He does not have a job anymore, however—he kind of is retired. He ends up coming across Pump and Skid again while the are both arguing over literal ice-cream, and is confused as to what the hell happened between the two of them: he also decides to attempt to make them friends again, though his attempts are not successful. He is also married to Streber in this au.

Streber: Married to Kevin, works at a haunted house. Has slight ptsd/trauma from that one time Bob bit off his arm, but he is getting therapy for such a traumatic experience. He is also confused as to why both Skid and Pump hate one another now; and kind of is also attempting to make them friends again, or at least make them forgive eachother, for whatever they did.

Bob: Man's is dead. /lh

Frank: Still works as an ice cream truck driver, and is still nice to both Skid and Pump, though he kind of acts as a gather figure now due to the twos constant fighting and arguing. Even he's kind of in on the making them friends again thing.

Designs:

I did not remember Pump was a year younger than Skid, so apologies that it says 20—he's supposed to be 18 years old.

[lala-ladybug]

Healing Hands: Chapter 2

I promise I’m not this fast at writing, I’ve just had the first few chapters laying around for a while lmao. Reblogs are appreciated!!

Jasonette Sword Art Online AU

Read here on AO3

Tag list: @iloontjeboontje 

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Chapter 2: u guys r moding my night :(

There was chaos in the Wayne Manor. This was nothing unusual, of course, and today it even seemed to be surprisingly tame. But it was chaos nonetheless.

Timothy Drake-Wayne careened down the spiral staircase, catching himself with a well-timed front flip handspring, and skidded to a halt in the kitchen. Alfred briefly paused to look up from where he was preparing dough for a batch of homemade pasta, then offered the boy a smile and a greeting.

“Good evening, Master Drake. Dinner won’t be ready for another half-hour, I’m afraid.” Tim had opened his mouth to reply when a growl echoed from the nearby ballroom.

Jason Todd-Wayne sprinted into the kitchen brandishing a nerf gun. “There you are, replacement. You won’t get away with beating me this time.” He pulled back the reloader of the play-gun, making a threatening click ring through the kitchen.

“I’m afraid you are both late to the party,” Alfred calmly announced as he mixed ingredients together. “Miss Cain has been here for the past five minutes.”

Cass Cain-Wayne indeed poked her head out from where she had been perched beneath the bar. She gave her brothers a shit-eating grin and wiggled her fingers as way of a cheeky greeting.

Tim gave a groan as he and Jason begrudgingly handed some money over to their sister. “She cheats.” Cass stuck her tongue out at that. “Besides, racing you here was just an excuse to get my mind off waiting for midnight.”

“And because Alfred is the only one polite enough to actually listen to you rave about that stupid game,” Jason scoffed, sitting down at the bar to watch Alfred work.

“--thought I heard voices in the kitchen, oh there you are, little wing!” Dick Grayson-Wayne’s cheery voice came from the foyer, increasing in pitch as he spotted Jason and swept him up into a tight hug.

Barbara Gordon wheeled herself in not too long after, chuckling at the squirming Jason and delighted older brother.

Meanwhile Tim, who had taken offense to Jason’s insinuation, was reassuring Alfred that if he wanted the boys to leave him be he only ever had to ask. “It’s just that I’m so excited for the launch tonight, and you know B is too busy to hear about it.”

Jason had finally muscled his way out of Dick’s embrace as the latter’s attention focused on his youngest brother. “What launch are you talking about?” Dick asked, giving Cass a side hug.

“Oh, tonight is the release of this new VRMMORPG game called Mindscape!” Tim practically bounced as Dick came over to give him his hug too.

Dick gave Barbara a confused glance. “I know some of those words,” he nodded slowly. “So what’s got you so excited? Video games come out all the time.”

Tim rolled his eyes as he sat down beside Jason on the barstools. “Well yeah, but this game has groundbreaking virtual reality tech. Supposedly, the textures took five years and a team of almost 1000 artists.”

Jason put Tim into a headlock and said casually, “I’m surprised you haven’t heard replacement talking about this yet. He kinda won’t shut up about it.”

Cass nodded her head in solemn agreement while Tim struggled to get out of Jason’s grasp.

“Such are the woes of moving out.” Dick shrugged. “Sounds crash though, got room for one more?”

Tim finally shoved Jason off. “I actually bought enough passes that we can all play if you want,” he gave each of his siblings the biggest puppy-dog eyes he could manage.

Barbara snorted even as Dick pumped his fist in the air beside her. She wheeled herself up to the bar to pinch Jason, who was poised to jab his fingers into Tim’s sides. Jason yelped and glared at her as she said, “Sorry Timmy, I’d rather let someone else be the guinea pig for this new kind of tech. Besides, Dad will worry if I let myself get sucked into pouring too many hours into this.”

“Papa Gordon is a force to be reckoned with,” Dick attested earnestly. “Jay?” he prompted.

“Absolutely not,” Jason answered immediately. Tim was quick to protest. “But why? We could spend more time together! It’ll be good team-building.” Jason’s face soured at that.

Dick leaned in and stage-whispered, “Do I have to tell B to force you into family bonding? You know he’ll make you do it.”

Cass covered her silently laughing mouth with one hand as Jason threw his hands up in the air. “Fine, don’t get Bruce involved. I’ll play your stupid game,” he finally relented. Tim grinned at his win, then cast a hopeful look at Cass.

She pulled a face and signed No thank you. Better things to do than watch VR pornos.

Tim’s face blushed profusely as he opened his mouth to protest, but was cut off by Jason’s cackling. Even Alfred cracked a smile while he rolled the dough onto the ravioli press.

Once Jason quieted down, Tim crossed his arms and said, “Suit yourself. Looks like it’ll be no-girls-allowed anyway.”

“Guess we’d better tell Cassie that, Timbo,” Dick wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, which Tim elected to ignore.

“Speaking of suits,” Alfred said while seamlessly spreading filling in the ravioli and placing another sheet on top of the press, “aren’t you boys going to miss the premiere if it is indeed at midnight?”

Tim looked imploringly at the two girls. “You wouldn’t be willing to trade shifts for your favorite brother, would you?”

* * *

Wally West strolled out of the zeta tube and into the Justice League’s satellite, known to himself and the other heroes as The Watchtower. He was dressed in a casual NASA t-shirt and jeans, slurping a smoothie, and playing a game on his phone.

The sound of someone clearing their throat made him look up. He was greeted with the sight of his old team, Aqualad, Superboy, Miss Martian, Rocket, Zatanna, and Artemis, waiting impatiently. They were dressed in full hero attire-- he didn’t even realize Artemis still had her costume-- and looked to him expectantly.

“Hey guys, what’s poppin’?” Wally grinned and gave his friends a lazy chin jerk.

“‘What’s poppin’?’ Babe, are you serious? You told us to meet here ASAP for an emergency. So you can tell us what exactly is ‘poppin’.” Ah yes, his Spitfire. Artemis Crock still wasn’t afraid to give him a piece of her mind. But this time it looked like everyone else was on her side too, as they nodded in agreement with her emphatic air quotes.

“Oh, uh yeah, Mindscape is coming out tonight!” He set his smoothie down on the table. “I got us all passes and I’m super stoked for the launch. It’s got this super cool new VR tech that’s basically being released for the first time ever. I got the equipment through my internship, so we’re all set! You guys are totally coming right?” He made finger guns at his increasingly exasperated friends.

Artemis facepalmed. Kaldur’ahm raised his eyebrows in that I’m disappointed in you but I’m not going to say it way of his and said, “Wally, with you and Artemis retired from the life, understand that we took this to be a literal emergency and rushed to your aid. Do not abuse our good intentions.”

“Seriously West, I have a lot on my plate right now!” Rochelle Ervin was also, apparently, a little upset with him. “You could’ve said it was about a dumb game.”

The speedster tried to do damage control with some lighthearted humor. “Hey guys, stay whelmed. I get it, I probably should have given a few more deets about this very-much-not-dumb game, but do you know how many candy bars I had to eat to win these passes?”

“This is why you’ve been spending so much on junk food?” Oh, he was in big trouble with Artemis now. “You probably didn’t have to eat all of them, babe.”

M’gann M’orzz, Connor Kent, and Zatanna Zatara looked similarly annoyed. Well, the girls did. Connor just looked like his usual brand of annoyed, which was honestly a small victory.

“So...” Wally felt a little sheepish now, “who wants in?”

The rest of the group exchanged a look. Artemis was the first to speak up. “Well, you’ve already invested too much of our money in this to turn back now.” She walked up to him and poked a finger at his chest. “But you owe me so many dinners for this.”

He grinned triumphantly. “Deal!”

Rochelle spoke up next. “Me and my plate don’t need any more helpings, thank you very much. I’ll see y’all at the next team reunion!” She flew out through the zeta tube.

Kaldur clapped him on the shoulder. “If you need any assistance, I will be there. But for now I am running Atlantis in Aquaman’s stead while he is off-world, and I must return to my duties.” He then bid the rest of the team farewell and stepped through the zeta tube.

“Haha, he said ‘duties.’” Wally said once he’d left, then winced as Artemis smacked his arm lightly. Lightly for her. Rubbing his arm, he looked imploringly at his other friends.

M’gann and Conner looked deep in a telepathic conversation, which was just awkwardly intense eye contact for onlookers. Zatanna crossed her arms and sighed, “Fine, why not. I didn’t have plans for the weekend anyway. Lead the way to your chocolate factory, Charlie.”

Connor, having caught the tail end of the conversation, looked confused at the reference. He shrugged and said, “I’m in, could be fun.”

M’gann gave her friends an apologetic smile. “Sorry guys, my uncle needs help back on Mars. There’s tensions between the white and green martians again, and he really needs me there to get it under control.”

She gave Connor a peck on the cheek and left to board the nearby Bioship.

“And then there were four,” Wally said with a smile. “Now let’s go make you guys some avatars!”

* * *

Bart Allen could hardly contain his excitement. Scratch that, he couldn’t contain his excitement! “Bouncing off the walls” may be an exaggeration for most people, but he was not most people. Being the grandson of The Flash certainly had its perks, and being able to literally bounce off the walls was one of them.

The cause of his excitement, his friends Timothy Drake-Wayne and Wally West, had just called to ask if Bart wanted extra passes to the premiere of the biggest video game of the decade. And uh, yeah duh he wanted them! He already had one he’d bought for himself, but bringing four extra friends? So totally crash.

He opened up his phone and pulled up the group chat titled Badass Babes.

CrashBandicoot: hey bitchez n babez (u kno who u r), u ready 4 the best videogame of the yr to drop?!

BlueMenace: ese, do you HAVE to type like that?

WonderBabe: yea it’s super annoying

CrashBandicoot: gtta go fast babez

CrashBandicoot: now answer the question

GreenMenace: oh i heard about that! mindscape, right? isn’t it some vr game

CrashBandicoot: yes! nd i got extra tix, so come ovr to cave

GirlBoss: No can do, got research tomorrow!

MaleWife: you always have research bae. sorry little speedster, gotta drive the lady to work

CrashBandicoot: u guys r moding my night :(

BlueMenace: totally not a word but I’ve got you cariño, be there in an hour

WonderBabe: ah what the heck, I’ve got nothing better to do

GreenMenace: always down to whoop ur ass in video games

CrashBandicoot: u wish

CrashBandicoot: roy?

Ginger1 is typing...

WonderBabe: it’ll be fun! more ~mingling~ with kids our age

Ginger2: Hold on, give him some time

Ginger1 is typing...

BlueMenace: Roy, I can pick you up on my way in if you want

Ginger1 has stopped typing.

Ginger2: Um, he says he’ll meet you guys there

Ginger2: He may have destroyed his phone with his “non-typing” hand

GreenMenace: pog

WonderBabe: see u guys soon!

Bart pumped his fist, then ran at top speed to his boyfriend Jaime’s house, where it looked like he was doing homework. Seriously, on a Friday night? Bart had absolutely no qualms about whisking him into his arms and making for the nearest zeta tube.

“Woah Bart, I said I needed an hour!” Jaime protested.

Bart rolled his eyes. “Yeah, but you definitely don’t have anything due tonight, and we have to make your character online before the launch!”

Jaime just looked resigned as they sped into the zeta tube. He knew what he had signed up for.

[bluefirewrites]

ooh can i see a drabble for the youth group leader au? 👀

I had to look back on my Catholic roots for this one- 

“Hey Church Girl,” 

The shaggy haired guy swaggered up to her, slinging his arm around Alex, who was still winded from having to help her curb tonight’s bible study session away from talking about Christian TikTok. 

Julie loved the kids in her program, having been one herself not too long ago and with her mom leading the group no less. But there were times when it proved to be a bit much for her to handle alone. 

Thankfully, she had Alex as her fellow ‘teen catechist’ to help out. She could have gotten stuck with some stuck up adult who would have called all the shots, but she lucked out getting paired up with someone like Alex, who was a gentle soul with good humor but was not afraid to be firm with a few of the rowdier kids. 

It wasn’t until she met his friend, Luke, that she discovered where he learned exactly how to do that.

The guy sure was something.

Luke would always be waiting for Alex in their beat up band van parked outside of the church community center. Sometimes their friend and other bandmate, Reggie, joined, may be bearing a Taco Bell takeout bag or two. 

Today so happened to be a Burger King day Julie noted as she observed Reggie in the passenger seat. He waved to her and she returned it. Luke, on the other hand, received a wry smile and an eyebrow raise. 

“Van Boy,” she regarded him, resisting the urge to let her eyes take in his- well, could she even call it an outfit? 

Now, Julie was all for freedom to express one’s self, not as judgmental as someone like her Tía, who would chastise her for even considering wearing shorts to mass. But Julie wouldn’t consider the piece of fabric barely hanging onto Luke’s torso to be a ‘shirt’.  

Never mind about that. She kept her eyes focused on his face, usually cocky, like the time when he had caught her looking at his barely concealed chest while he picked up Alex the first week. 

He had yet to bring it up, but she was hoping he never would. 

“Have you been taking care of our drummer here?” he said, giving Alex a noogie as he did, sending his cap flying and ruffling his hair. 

Alex groaned and fought back, not really in the mood after the horrors he had just witnessed back in the classroom, “Dude. You better have a bag full of chicken fries waiting for me, I swear-” 

“Of course, bud,” 

And with that, Luke patted the blonde and sent him off to the direction of the van, hanging back to talk to her. 

“You know…” he started, and Julie was already wishing that her dad’s car was here already. But alas, L.A traffic was L.A traffic. Instead, she tried to walk off, not without giving one final wave to Alex and to some of the kids in her class as they ran off to meet their parents. 

And true to Luke fashion, he was stubborn and trailed after her. She already had a feeling what he would want to talk about. 

“You know you never gave me an actual answer,”

Julie shook her head, “I thought the eye roll told you everything you needed to know.” 

Luke had been trying, and failing, to convince her to join his band. 

He and Reggie had ducked into the center to use the bathroom some weeks ago and were able to catch the closing song in the hall (that also acted as a basketball court). She just so happened to be leading all the classes in a rousing rendition of ‘Go Tell It On the Mountain’. 

Ever since then, Luke would be waiting out of the van every Tuesday night, practically pouncing on her with new pleas to at least hear some songs he had been working on, to hopefully change her mind. 

“The eye roll doesn’t count when you walk too far ahead for me to see it!” 

The statement made her pause, giving the chance for Luke to run and catch up. He was suddenly in front of her, rocking on his heels, his jean chains jingling together. 

“I’m just saying. You haven’t really given us a chance to blow you away,” 

She sighed, “Look, I have already seen you guys play.” Alex had already shown her a Youtube video of them playing some club while getting to know each other at the catechist meeting. 

His expression lit up, “And?” 

“You’re pretty good-” 

“Pretty good?” Luke scoffed, offended, “Look, we’re still fine tuning things ever since our rhythm guitarist left, but” he pulled out a piece of folded up notebook paper from his pocket, “I have something that we could totally work on. Perfect for your range and everything.” 

“Luke,” she had to stop him right there, “Look, thanks for the offer and all, but I’ve got a lot on my plate and I don’t have time to be in a band right now.” 

She was already teaching bible studies, in the church choir, killing herself over APs, and had a bunch of Netflix shows waiting to be binged. Being in a rock band was the last thing she needed. 

Luke slumped at the upfront rejection, and she never thought this guy with a hard rock image was capable of looking like a kicked puppy, and she almost felt bad. “I mean, yeah, but it’s just…” 

“Just what?” she pressed. 

He stuck his hands in his pockets, skidding his heels against the sidewalk, almost shyly. “You just have an amazing voice. That’s all,” he said, “And I know, just know, that you’re capable of more than just psalms or hymns or whatever-” his eyes widened, “I mean, nothing wrong with that! But you got something real special.” 

Oh. Wow. 

Julie was… surprised. 

This must have been the most earnest she had ever seen Luke. Usually every time they spoke, he just oozed this sort of self-righteous, arrogant musician vibe, cracking jokes and never really seemed to take anything seriously. 

And he thought she was talented? Well, he had mentioned something along the lines of that when he was pitching for her to join Sunset Curve. But the wording had been too extreme and too out there to come across as any kind of genuine assessment of her vocal abilities. 

(“You’re like a human wrecking ball!” may work on his boys but not on her.)

“Really?” she asked, inwardly cringing at how soft spoken she sounded. She could never let Luke know that his words were making a dent in her carefully constructed social armor. 

Luke nodded rapidly, his wooly locks falling within his eyeline, and he had to blow a few strands in order to look at her properly. The motion nearly made her giggle.

“Like I can just tell. You’re super versatile. Could sing anything,” 

Oh man. Armor? What armor? Julie was powerless to stop herself from smiling brightly at the statement, she had to duck her head to somewhat conceal it, but when she looked back up, Luke was mirroring her, appearing sunny himself from watching her smile.

Julie really shouldn’t. She did have too much to do, but maybe she could grant Luke some mercy. “I’m not joining your band,” she said, “But maybe I can take a look at your song. Help you with whatever it needs.” 

“Sweet!” Luke fist-pumped. He set out to unfold the paper and show her, but she held her hand up. 

“On one condition,” 

“Shoot,”

Julie crossed her arms, “Ask me properly this time.” 

“You got it. So, Church Girl, would you-?” 

She cleared her throat, staring poignantly at him. 

Now it was his turn to roll his eyes, his smiling shifting into a smirk.

“Fine,” he clapped his hands together, carefully cocooning his sheet of paper, and begged. 

“Will you help me with this song... Julie?” 

Well look at that. The first time Luke had ever said her name. 

And she couldn’t deny how sweet it sounded coming from him. 

Ugh.

Wait. 

No. 

That was definitely not happening. 

And to think the band would be the last thing she needed, having something resembling a boyfriend would be put even lower on her list of priorities. (As if she would consider anyone like Luke to be boyfriend material...). 

But still, she agreed. 

Her dad decided to finally make his appearance, saving her from interacting with Luke before she could dispel such… irrelevant thoughts in order to effectively workshop the song. 

(She needed to focus, and she couldn’t do that when he was looking at her like that.)

“Next Tuesday,” she promised him, making her way to the car. He waved, “See ya then,” 

By the time next Tuesday rolled around, after her and Alex made their exit along with the kids, Luke was leaning against the faded blue van, waiting for them both. 

And if he had an extra Whopper and drink on hand then Julie pretended not to be flattered by the gesture...

Tagging: @blush-and-books and @lydias--stiles - My Triad :)

[theravencawsatmidnight]

Aizawaland pt3

Monster AU

Warnings. Dub con

Reader has fallen down the rabbit whole into a wonderland with interesting characters including Aizawa the caterpillar.

Aizawa had crawled back on top of you sliding himself back into your now over sensitive pussy humping at you lightly, his legs latching onto you from your legs all the way up to your shoulders. Clutching onto you like you were his only source of life. He started slow and steady, grunting into your ear with each thrust.

You had tears in your eyes now. You did not want to get pregnant . The first time with Aizawa was alright .. but you were so captivated you forgot you could have babies… what would they be? Humans.. caterpillars.. Your body moved forward every time Aizawa pumped into you. What's the point in fighting him at this point? No one was helping you either . Where was that cheshire cat..

“Hey..” you managed to choke out .

“Yesss…?” He asked, still taking up every inch of your walls with his long slimy cock.

“Will they be human or …”

“Eggs. Glorious eggs. “ he laughed into your ear going faster.

“I..I CANT LAY EGGS. “ you turned your head to see Aizawa smiling down at you.

“Oh yes.. -mmff- you can little larva. Hundreds of eggs. All for me. It will be glorious”

You just wanted this to be over. You needed to find that rabbit…

Aizawa took his time with you. Enjoying every whimper that left your mouth , every cry for him to stop. His cock was not like a humans. It felt much longer, thinner , and had some kind of slimy feel to it. He was much too big for you, stretching you farther than you ever should be . Your lips were aching for him to pull out and you had begun to twitch now . His thrusts were fast and a little messy , his grip on you was beginning to hurt and he was moaning onto your face , telling you all about his eggs.

“You'll be ready the day after tomorrow, but i need you to go fetch something for me. And if you.. dont.” He slid all of himself inside you causing you to arch your back in pain. “I will eat you.” He said right in your ear, at the same time he finally released inside you. Filling you up way more than you could handle .

You whimpered, clawing the dirt , Aizawa backed off you with his cock coming out with a ‘pop’ sound. He licked around your pussy making sure nothing would come out. But to be sure he made some silk and shoved it up inside you, plugging you up. You screamed scrambling to your knees covering yourself.

“WHAT DID YOU DO!”

“Its nutrients, for the eggs.” He said crawling back up to his mushroom to make more silk . “Go fetch me some water. Take that pot . “ he pointed under a mushroom. “Remember what i said.”

••

It hurt to stand, the silk inside you felt like a ball rolling all around your walls. It felt too far up to get out yourself .. but .. hopefully it would dissolve. It took you a minute to find your clothes , you grabbed the pot limping down a dirt path wincing every time your pussy ached. The dirt path lead to a clearing with a small river next to it . You crouched down, whimpering when the silk put pressure on your front. Gently you placed the pot in the water watching it fill.

Meanwhile a rabbit was zooming past you jumping the river. You blinked fast . “Hey! Hey wait!!!”

The rabbit skid to a stop running back to you looking very angry. “What is it? Im late. I'm late for a very important date. “

“I followed you down that rabbit hole . Please, tell me how i can leave this place. Whats your name? Mine is y/n”

“My name is Tenya!!! And you have stopped me for a ridiculous thing! The rabbit hole changes every couple days.!! In a couple days it will be at Red Kings courtyard! “ he ran off ignoring whatever else you had to say.

You winched standing up with the pot in your arms following the path back. “A red.. king.. maybe he could help.. so i should look for a castle..”

when you returned everything was… covered in silk. All stuck together , a pure white color. You had to crawl inside to see Aizawa smoking his hookah on his mushroom. He looked over to see you and crept down and over to you drinking the water.

“Oh.. perfect..”

“Where is the castle..”

“On the other side of my mushroom garden.” He said drinking.

You turned to leave and silk caught your ankle . You fell over into a silk bed with Aizawa creeping over top of you. “Larva you cant leave till my eggs are laid. And dont you want that silk taken out?”

“Yes! Please take it out..”

he licked at your face lovingly , enjoying the taste for a second. Slowly he crept down, lifting your legs up so he could see your pussy. “Should be nice and cozy in there now. “ he said, slipping two fingers into you. You whined arching your back and Aizawa licked at your clit to ‘calm’ you while he felt around for his silk.

You heaved not knowing what to feel. It hurt but your clit felt good with his tongue rubbing on it. Whimpers left your mouth and Aizawa found his silk pulling his fingers out holding the silk. “All done. Now i'm going to sleep but i'll be awake when it's time “

Aizawa dropped the silk turning to go back to his mushroom and you rolled to your side touching your sore lower half. “Wah.. sleep.. but”

He looked back at you. “You can't leave either , no one can get through this nest . Next time you see me , ill be a moth. So night night!” He slipped into a silk cocoon leaving you on your own .

You laid down rubbing your stomach, it felt strange.. very strange.

[angelguk]

i keep writing this au even though no one asked for this. here’s another dream boy drabble but this time it’s the first kiss. jeongguk isn’t in the best mental space in this one too, so that’s a warning. the realm they are in is weird and im not sure about the soulmate science in this universe. kind of angst if you turn it upside down. 2k words for some reason. listen to heart by otr ft. shallou if you want to hear the head space i was in.

He’s on the hill again. His back is turned to you, dark shirt billowing gently in a wind that you can’t feel nor see but you know it's there. It doesn’t take you long to reach him - time in this place doesn’t work like it does in reality. You should feel tired climbing up this hill but your legs pump on regardless, spurred by the strange curiosity the familiar stranger makes you feel. You can’t see his face, and you’re not sure you know his name but there’s something fluttering in your chest the closer you get to him. 

But then he turns, the sunlight in this place illuminating the slope of his nose and the boyish curve of his smile. The name falls out of your mouth before your brain can register it.

“Jeongguk!” 

He’s facing you now, the corners of his petal lips turned upwards. His cheeks look soft, tinged a soft hue of rose. You’re not sure if it’s from the bite of the wind or the warmth of the sun. But he looks good regardless. 

“Hey.” There’s a hand reaching out to grab you own, haul you up the last leg of the hill. You can spot the little ink drawings on his skin from here. The black bleeds out a little, staining the crevices of his skin. You think it’s the silhouette of a skull, but it’s partially washed off. Some part of you finds it endearing. 

“Why do you like this hill so much?” You huff beside him, slightly irritated that Jeongguk looks taller than the last time you recall. He smiles at that, dropping your hand to shove his own in the pockets of his sweats. He’s barefoot like you are.

“Aerial view. It’s nice to see what the birds see. Kind of like looking at the bigger picture.” You catch the strain in his voice then, gaze landing on the redness in his eyes later. You reach for his hand without a second thought, intertwining your fingers in the warmth of his pocket. But it’s hard to hold hands in that confined space and Jeongguk gingerly draws your joint hands out. He gives your fingers a tight squeeze, his grip echoing the pain suddenly holding your heart. 

“How was your day?” You ask it carefully, eyes surveying every flicker of movement in his face. He looks tired, exhausted really. And the fact that you can’t wipe that look of despair off his face makes your own fall.

“Bad.” Your heart shatters at that, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. The falter of his smile makes you want to punch the world for hurting him.

“Want to talk about it?”

“Yes and no.” He’s plopping down on the grass before you can blink, neatly tucking his feet under his thighs as he crosses his legs over each other. “Can we just sit for a moment.”

You nod and follow. But there’s a ticking in your head that makes you feel like you’re running out of time. You don’t know why you feel rushed, but you can’t keep your hands off Jeongguk. Your hands are tangled together again and you’re resting your head against his firm shoulder. 

You don’t know how long you sit there, watching an eternally still sun splaying over the vibrant green grass, with your hand in Jeongguk’s. It’s only when the sky turns lavender, a light tinge that ebbs away the blue, that he starts talking.

“Don’t you feel insignificant at times? Like the things you do and say don’t even matter in the grand scheme of things? There’s so many of us - who would even be affected if I disappeared? You know - what’s the point of existing if your existence it’s changing something about the world?”

You pause at that, taken aback but the torrent of words falling from his lips. You’re not looking at him, eyes on the purple haze deepening across the sky. The sun is still high though, glaring bright despite the darkness overtaking everything else. It’s unsettling, watching the sun keep it’s reign over the night instead of passing the throne to the moon. It makes your skin prickle, just like Jeongguk’s words.

“What made you feel like that?”

He bites his lip at that, but you still spot the wetness in his eyes. “Just things.”

You hum, carefully mulling over the words in your head. It’s hard to pinpoint the problem plaguing Jeongguk because you don’t know him outside of this realm. You don’t even know if he’s real, or whether he’s the incarnation of your subconscious. You decide to speak anyway.

“Okay. But you’re wrong.” You say it softly, afraid you're treading on cracked glass. He looks up, a glint in his honey eyes that you’ve never seen. “No matter how insignificant you feel, you matter. What you decide to do or say all contribute to the grand scheme of things. The impact we make on life doesn’t have to be huge. It could be small. Maybe you’ve made someone smile or laugh today. Or maybe you’ve been there for someone when they needed you most. You’ve been there for me.” The last sentence just falls out of your mouth. You know you know Jeongguk but at the same time you’re sure you don’t. “You are important. To a lot of people. Who would your friends be without you? Your parents? We’re not all made to be people who alter humanity with their words or actions. If we were, what importance would those people have? Sometimes the most significant thing we can do is just be. And that’s perfectly fine.”

The sky is apricot now, the glow of the sun bleeding into the world. A stark contrast to the purple hue from before. It makes his skin look golden, hand warm in your own. The silence that sits over your heads makes you want to cower away. You’re not sure why you said that. Or whether your words even made a difference. You hope they did. 

He glances up slowly, the motion revealing the speckling of beauty marks across pretty neck. You want to lean into his space, hold Jeongguk in your arms so that nothing ever hurts him again. The hum that echoes from his chest cuts through that need though, and suddenly Jeongguk is staring into your eyes. The glow of the sun makes the brown in his irises swim, shifting shades of caramel drawing you in.

“You have a point,” He whispers. His eyes are on the sky again, a wistful look in them. Your tongue in stuck in your mouth, immobile because Jeongguk has the power to strike you senseless at odd times. 

You make a noise of acknowledgement in response, fingers itching to rest themselves in his russet locks. “Want to distract yourself?” You say, trying to direct the conversation from from the pit of melancholy it is currently sitting in. 

“I’m up for a distraction.” He’s looking at you again. Your stomach does a funny thing that makes you want to run away and pull him closer.

“Air balloon ride? You said you liked an aerial view.” There’s that twinkle in his gaze. He’s up before you are.

“Race you to it,” He yells, before tearing down the hill, strides long because his sudden growth sprout makes his legs longer than yours. You chase at his heels, heart light in your chest as your lungs strain to keep up with his speed. He’s so fast, the strength of youth propelling his legs forward. Your brain recalls a memory you don’t, he said he did some sports awhile ago - or at least that’s what you imagine he said.

The air balloon rests at the bottom of the hill, already prepped despite no one ever being around to do. That’s one of the nice things about this place - things appear with a simple thought. Every whim was possible in this place. Every desire - apart from the one you kept harboured in your heart. 

Jeongguk’s feet skid into the dirt. You bump into him harshly, only saved from your ass kissing the ground when he spins around and grabs your arms tightly, yanking you right into his chest.

“Thank you,” He whispers into your ear. “I feel like I should say that.”

You blanch at that. “You don’t have to say anything. I’m your friend aren’t I? Am I not meant to be there for you?”

His brows furrow together in a way that makes your heart ache. “You don’t have to be. But you still do it.”

“We’ll we’re the only ones here, might as well.” You elbow his arm smiling but Jeongguk frowns a little. “And it’s because I want to.” You quickly tack on, afraid you’ve struck a nerve.

“Sometimes I wonder if you’re even real,” He whispers softly. His hands are slipping down your arms, feeling gently like he’s afraid you’ll evaporate. “You’re too good to be real.”

“So are you,” You murmur back. The sun is bright again now. As if dusk and dawn had sprinted through their stay to let the day take her place again. It makes the ticking in your head get louder. 

Jeongguk shakes his head, his brown bangs swaying softly. There’s that sheepish smile on his face again. “You wouldn’t say that if you knew me.”

But I do, you think. It comes rushing in then, every moment you’d spent with Jeongguk in this place. How days and nights had passed with you sharing anecdotes and laughter as the grass beneath you had tickled your skin. How you’d first seen him, crying on that curb. How he’d sketched a horizon on your skin one late night. Or was it a day. Everything seems to bleed together now, the ticking in your head incessant. The sky is too bright and it’s overtaking the profile of his face, leaving a radiant white light reflecting in your eyes. You can’t see his face. Were you even talking to a person? Who are you referring to? But you can feel someone close in and your eyes flutter close involuntarily. The press of their lips against yours makes your heart fly out of your chest. But things are happening so fast and even when you try to grasp onto them, pull them closer, they disintegrate beneath your fingertips. You open your mouth to say something, scream at them to stay. But your tongue is caught in your throat. You can’t call them if you don’t know their name. But you do - you know their name, you’re sure of it. Even though you scour your memory for their name, you can’t find it. Your heart bangs against your ribs painfully. Everything is fading away. This safe space in your head slowly turns to dust, picked up the wings of the wind as it travels to a new destination. You don’t want to go. You don’t want to leave them. You don’t want to go, you don’t want to go, you don’t want to go -

It’s your grandmother who opens the door to your room. You roll in your sheets, head trying to process the bright light shining on your face and the sound of her commanding voice ordering you to get out of bed. Your eyes feel heavy, cracking open when your ears register the heavy pattering of Pogo’s paws on the floor.

“Morning Pogo,” You croak out. She drops at the foot of your bed, panting slightly from the exertion. Her age is rapidly getting to her and it’s showing in the droopiness of her ears. But Pogo stretches out her paws regardless, mouth open in a wide yawn, acknowledging your greeting. Your grandmother is gone already, banging pots and pans in the kitchen in a vain attempt to wake up your father. She won’t win that battle. He came in late yesterday and it took him five tries to get the door open, obviously severely inhibited. She still valiantly tries, expending a lot of energy for a person her age.

You attempt to wipe the sleep away by rubbing at your face. It works for second, making the haziness in your eyes vanish. But then your fingertips fall to your lips. They tingle, warm against your fingers. You touch them again, mind lingering on the imprint you feel there. It feels like someone pressed their mouth against yours, hastily but harshly because your mouth still buzzes with the memory of them.

Weird.

Your grandmother shouts your name and that finally gets you out from your warm sheets. You immediately forget about the dream, the kiss and the boy, head space taken up by the tasks you need to do. There’s no space for him in your mind, not in this reality. There’s not even space for his name.

[skidd-and-pumpy]

Oh man, this was such a hectic week, I didn't get a chance to really write anything at all until now, and it was bothering me haha. So here we go!!

Oh I agree about writing angst being easier than reading it, and I think you're right that being the one with the power to fix it has a big impact on why it's easier Wait oh my god, you're writing a few things?! I'm so excited to see them when you post them!!! I'll admit, ever since I read this message a few days ago, I've been sneaking glances at your blog at least once a day to see if you've posted anything new! So if you're still cleaning up that story with Pump being reunited with his family, I totally get it, but for that drabble... I mean, if it's ready to go, then just go for it! Personally, I would be all over it! I adore everything you write, and I'm really, really really excited to see what you have in mind! And I know it's not just me, because quite a few other people have jumped in with ideas and suggestions and questions about your AU, so I know you'd have a ton of people who have your back and who support you and your work!

Awww I love the mental image of Skid peeking in and seeing his mom working so hard to make sure his brother is safe and protected. It sort of makes me wonder what he'd do to try to help his mom. Like, maybe if they're watching a movie one afternoon when Lila needs a break from all the paperwork, and she ends up falling asleep very quickly, Skid cuddles up to her with a blanket and they take a nap together. Or maybe he gives her presents! Like, if he and Pump get ice cream after school before Pump's curfew, then he brings a scoop back for Lila too (it's a little melted, but it's the thought that counts!). Ohhh or what if he draws a picture of the three of them as a family! I can see Lila pinning that up at her desk so she can look at it to motivate herself to keep going (damn it, I planned to just write but I just spent a few hours attempting to draw this...)

Ohh that sounds delicious! Sounds like a treat any kid would be super excited to have. I'll have to keep an eye out for that next time I'm at a fair! I'm so on board with this idea that Pump is like you, where he's afraid of strong tastes (but he'll eat it anyway if there's nothing else available). I can also see him being immediately interested in cooking when Lila starts making meals for him. With cooking, he's somewhat able to control how strong a flavor is, and he's putting in his own effort to make something (so he feels less like a burden for making someone else cook for him. As time goes on, this feeling of being a burden fades, of course, but in the beginning I can see it being big a reason why he wants to learn how to cook so badly). So maybe once or twice a week or so, he helps Lila make dinner. Hehe, I can see him in a spare apron Lila has, and it's nearly touching the floor, so Lila has to tie a knot in the neck part to hold it up, and he's got flour all over his hands and on his cheeks, but he couldn't be happier!

Skid being a good brother makes my heart so soft. Protective and attuned to Pump's subtle hints that he's uncomfortable or nervous, not only when they're kids, but for the rest of their lives! Skid would gladly do anything for Pump. That's how I feel about my sister, and it sounds like that's how you feel about your friends too. That type of bond never really goes away Aw, I'm so glad you were able to get help for your anxiety, and it got better as you got older. Nighttime can be a stressful time for kids. From waking up throughout the night, struggling to fall and/or stay asleep, seeing or hearing things that spook them... So many things to scare a kid, especially if they feel like they're alone. With Pump's separation anxiety making him go to Skid's room every night, I can see Skid staying awake to wait for him. Or maybe if he's awoken because Pump is having a nightmare, Skid can drag his own blankets down onto the floor and gently talk to Pump to reassure him that Skid's right there for him. When Pump officially moves in to Skid's room, I can see Skid climbing into Pump's bed to do the same thing. My sister and I would occasionally have sleepovers in each other's beds. It was such a unique experience. It's like a mix between sharing a bed with your parents and your best friends. It's one of the most comforting things. At least, for me it was, and I want to share that with Skid n Pump

More Questions/ Responses to Questions!

Even if CPS can't tell Lila many details, I bet that won't stop her from asking questions. Maybe this is a good thing and a bad thing. I can see Skid overhearing her on the phone talking to her lawyer, trying to ask for more info. Something like "There is no way that child has any of his basic needs being met. Just look at his shoes! When was the last time he got new shoes? ... *groan* I can understand confidentiality with doctor visits, but you can't even tell me the last time he got new clothes? ... What do you mean, 'it's not pertinent to his case'?! He's clearly being neglected and if you need more proof, start there!" And maybe Skid sees his new shoes sitting by his bed (before a new school year, maybe he and Lila do back-to-school shopping for supplies and clothes and shoes), and wonders if Pump doesn't get that from his father. So maybe the next day at school, Skid sneaks a glance at Pump's shoes and realizes just how tattered and worn and dirty they are (maybe he wonders how he missed that before..). But I bet if he asks Pump when's the last time Pump went shopping, Pump almost brushes it off with a laugh, joking "what's shopping?" But when he sees the serious, concerned look Skid is giving him, he drops the smile and actually thinks about it before answering Skid truthfully. Maybe it's been a few years, and he tells Skid that he remembers when his shoes were too big for him when his father first got them, but by now they're too small. But hey, they're soft and comfortable, so it's not a big deal, really! He doesn't mind! When Skid tells Lila Pump's answer when he gets home that day, I bet Lila is surprised to say the least, but she's grateful for at least a little more information. So while she doesn't actively ask Skid to ask Pump questions, she doesn't complain if Skid volunteers information to her. And maybe with Skid becoming more aware of the situation (and learning that no, Pump doesn't go back-to-school shopping, and doesn't get to eat at restaurants every now and then, and hasn't gone to a movie theater, and never went on a vacation or road trip or anything...), it opens his eyes so he can see what's going on. Lila trying to tell Skid that Pump doesn't have a very good home is great and all, but it never really clicked for Skid until he started seeing things himself, like Pump's over-chewed pens and pencils he's had for over a year, or Pump's ratty backpack he's had since he was 5

Do you think that maybe when Skid starts to see it, he's shocked that Pump can't see it? I can see this sort of becoming a sensitive area, and Pump gets defensive. Like, maybe Skid asks Pump as they're walking to school, "Don't you want a new backpack?" "What's wrong with this one?" "Well, it's...old. And it's sorta falling apart..." "But I don't need another one. Who needs two backpacks?" "You wouldn't have-- Pump, a new one would replace this one." "It's fine, really." "But--" "Skid! There's nothing I can do about it! And getting upset will only make everything worse. So please, just... just let it go..." Maybe Pump has tears in his eyes and Skid is speechless. Slowly, Skid pulls Pump into a hug, whispering apologies as Pump trembles with the effort of holding back his tears. And if Skid says something like "when mom gets everything settled, we'll take you shopping. Just wait and see," I can see Pump laughing hollowly and murmuring, "That won't happen." Of course, these are his father's words, and Pump hasn't seen how hard Lila has been working to try to make it a reality. Pump thinks it's a nice dream to live with Skid and Lila, and while he believes in it at first, as more days pass, his father manages to convince him that it won't ever become reality. Maybe he sees how excited Pump was about the idea of living with Lila, and wants to squash that hope immediately, so he actually pretends like Lila gave up on the trial and that she's given up on Pump. And he spills poison in Pump's ears, saying stuff like, "Didn't she throw you into the social worker's car? You were welcome at their house for the night, but that morning she couldn't wait to get rid of you. Do you really think she'd let you stay there for longer than a few days? I'm your own father and I often think about giving up on you. But I don't because I have a responsibility as your father to make sure you have a roof over your head. How long have you known that lady? She has no responsibility for you. She'll get rid of you as soon as you become a problem. And knowing you, it won't take very long for that to happen. It's a good thing she gave up on that stupid trial. She knew she was going to lose anyway."

Oh!!! Gah, of course Pump would be uncomfortable in the guest room because of how alone it'd make him feel! He might not even realize where he is at first, and if he wakes up and sees that he's alone, it might send him into a panic, thinking he's been abandoned. Makes complete sense!

Ahhh yay I'm so happy you like my blanket fort idea!!! Honestly what gave me the idea was when I was thinking about traumatized kids needing needing a safe space for themselves where they feel safe and that nothing can hurt them, and that scene from The Sixth Sense flashed into my mind, where Cole sees the woman in the kitchen and then sprints to his room and dives into his blanket fort so he can calm himself down. I know it's not exactly the same, but that's what flashed in my mind anyway, and I thought the idea of a blanket fort worked pretty well for Pump! A small, safe space where no one but him can come in, and he can learn to set boundaries while feeling cozy and safe

Oh my god I'm so sorry for rambling so long. Who would have thought that a week of not talking about this AU would mean I'd explode when I finally could make a post (with art, holy crap it's 4am and my hand hurts). Whoops-!

OKAY NEW SPOOKY MONTH AU TIME HERE WE GO— -

It is called the Spooky Family AU! I have a few ideas for this, so if I do end up posting several things about it this’ll probably turn into a full blown masterpost.

Very quick and basic summary:

Lila finds out Pump is being extremely neglected by his father. Pump stays at her place all the time and she loves the little guy so she is having NONE of that. She goes through the whole process of reporting child neglect, getting him to a safe space, and swooping in to adopt him. Lila and Skid then proceed to shower him with the love and affection that he deserves, and they become the most loving, spooky, Halloween-obsessed family the world has ever seen.

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So that’s a very condensed explanation of this AU, but I’ll probably be posting more stuff about it as I develop it more. While I do, please feel free to tell me what you think about this, literally any comments/questions/asks/additions would make my day!

For now, here are some AU details (fun facts?) that probably vary in importance:

Lila doesn’t want to leave Skid in the dark about the situation. She tries to explain it to him in kid terms. Thankfully Skid is an extremely empathetic kid and while he may not completely understand, he wants to help Pump however he can.

If you think Skid and Pump couldn’t get any closer, oh boy. Now that they’re brothers, they do pretty much EVERYTHING together. They’re inseparable most of the time. They somehow manage to never get bored of each other.

Not only did Pump joining the family bring him closer to Skid and Lila, it also brought Lila and Skid closer to each other. Their bond has never been stronger.

Pump is very touchstarved. Thankfully Lila and Skid are always there when he needs to be held.

Pump was at first shy about calling Lila “mom”, but after many days of Lila assuring Pump it was okay, he now says it a lot.

Because he didn’t always get much to eat, Pump will eat pretty much anything given to him, unlike Skid who would eat candy and dinosaur nuggets his whole life if he could. Lila often explains to Pump that it’s okay to have preferences and he can ask for snacks whenever he wants, both take Pump a bit of time to get used to.

Pump had like, two toys so he finds himself overwhelmed by the amount of toys Skid has. Skid wants to share them all with him.

Pump sometimes has nightmares of Lila and Skid leaving or abandoning him (as well as other things, he’s quite prone to nightmares in general). At first Pump would run to Lila’s room whenever he would have one, but now Skid has gotten good at comforting him too. (They share a room, there is a guest room but Skid and Pump love sharing a room.)

Pico sometimes babysits the boys (not a big part in the AU but I don’t want to leave it out bc Friday Night Funkin’ is what got me into Spooky Month in the first place-).

Posts so far (in the order of the AU timeline):

Hungry - a fic by cuddlyhawk

Spooky Night - a fic by cuddlyhawk (seriously check out these fics they’re so good—)

Pump joins the family

Finally Together

Weekly spaghetti night

If you’re looking for more, take a look at the comments on this post! Some people have offered some amazing ideas and have helped me already expand this AU a bunch!

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So obviously this AU deals with themes of emotional abuse and neglect. I’ll be tagging my posts accordingly, and this AU will also be tagged “spooky month spooky family AU” and such, so please feel free to block the tag if this AU makes you feel uncomfortable, I won’t be offended. Also if there are any tags you want me to add, please let me know!

[sucaritra]

Bāṛi - Chapter 2

Word Count: 1419

Warnings: language, anxiety, i thinks that’s about it

A/N: i shamelessly made the ‘you’ character a WOC simply because it’s rare to see one in fanfics and i wanted to create someone i can relate, as well as most other people. i’m also gonna flesh out the sanctuary more as we don’t know much about it from the comics/tv show so it’ll probably end up being AU. let me know if there’s any diverse characters you’d like me to add and i’ll definitely see what i can do.

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.

How the hell did they catch up to you?! Granted, you weren’t as fast as you could have been but you definitely weren’t slow either. You’d put a good few miles between yourself and the store and they still caught up in no time. These guys were good.

The two-tone whistle was coming from behind you, too close for comfort, and so, using the adrenaline running through your veins and that alone you pumped your legs as fast as you could, keeping your eyes ahead and towards the ground. You were not going to make a rookie mistake and trip over a damn root. Fuck that.

One whistle became two, which became three and before you knew it you could hear it coming from every direction. Under the shrill sound you could hear the thumping of you don’t even know how many boots, rounding on you with such ease while you were just about ready to hack up a lung from being so out of breath.

You don’t know how long you’ve been running for but soon find yourself skidding to a stop, almost losing your footing in the process, as, seemingly out of nowhere, a man holding a scary looking gun jumps out in front of you, pointing the damn thing right at your chest. Your eyes are impossibly wide, your chest is heaving and you don’t know where to look as you are quickly surrounded by a group of nasty looking men, all brandishing weapons similar to the first guy and all pointed at you.

Some of your dark hair has fallen onto your face from the ratty bun atop your head, but you’re too scared to move it, too scared to do anything. You're pretty certain that any sudden movements from you and they’d have no qualms filling you with lead. And so you wait, wait for someone to do anything because having all these eyes on you flares up your anxiety in such a way that you know you are visibly shaking, and you can't seem to stop you hands from fidgeting and pulling at your fingers.

After what feels like an eternity in your agitated mind but was only mere seconds, an older man steps forward. Donning an ugly, yellowed shirt and cargo pants, he steps towards you in all his receding hairline, mustachioed glory and sends you the creepiest fucking smile you’d ever been sent. It was too intense, this whole shitty situation is just too intense and you’d welcome a ‘damsel-in-distress’ faint right about now, if only just to escape this world for a short while.

You watch as he gives you a once over as he approaches, and then circles you before stopping in front of you again.

“Well hi there! First thing’s first, I’m gonna need you to drop all your weapons and that pretty little backpack right here on the ground.” He's all smiles but you’re not an idiot, this is no request. Slowly, you unsheathe your khanjar and drop it at your feet, along with a shitty little pocket knife you keep in your denim jacket. You're teeth dig into your bottom lip as you take off your backpack and the reality of this sets in. You are so fucked. As soon as your bag drops to the ground the man gives a loud clap, almost making you jump out of your skin. “Well ain’t you a pleasure! You and I are gonna get along just fine if you keep doing as I say. Now, I’m Simon, and you are?” His eyebrows raised expectantly while he attempted to maintain eye contact with you, which you were expertly avoiding.

“Maria.” It was mumbled, but he clearly heard you in the quiet of the woods, but the wanker still asked you to repeat yourself, which you did a little louder.

“Aw, ain’t that a pretty name,” why did everything he say sound like he was taking the piss? “Tell me Maria, you on your own out here or do you have a group or camp nearby?”

Finally, you raised your eyes to his, if only so he doesn’t think you’re lying. Out of the corner of your eyes you could see one of the men brutally take down a dead one, stomping on it’s head just for the hell of it as you replied “no camp or group.” Amazingly, his grin got even bigger at the sound of your accent and you noticed the rest of the men suddenly seemed a lot more interested in the conversation.

“Well aren’t you a long way from home!” You knew it was coming, fucking hell. As soon as you say more than a couple of words, 9 times out of 10 that’s the response you receive, or some variation of it and you were silently patting yourself on the back for not rolling your eyes at hearing it again, though your eye did twitch. He picks up your bag and continues, “You really expect me to believe that a little thing like you is surviving out here all on your own? Nah, I don't buy it, especially with those 2 little kni- aha! There it is.” he pulls out your tobacco and filters, and you try very hard not to scowl as he shakes them at you condescendingly. “Such a bad habit. These are what gave you away you know, could smell you all over that store, knew you couldn’t be far.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you and then pockets your baccy, then tosses your bag and knives to a blonde with a crossbow and a mean looking burn on the side of his face. “I won't repeat myself, hate that shit, but I will allow you one more chance to be honest with me.” The smile dropped from his face as he stared at you expectantly.

“I was with a small group a couple of months back for a bit, but we got separated by a herd, been on my own since. I’m not lying.” And you weren't. While it’s true that you tend to avoid people, it doesn’t mean that others avoid you and over the past 2 years you’d been with various groups, never being able to stay together for very long due to circumstances outside of your control, such as the dead attacking or even other people. Simon stares at you, probably trying to decide whether you're lying or not, before he graces you with another one of his wide grins.

“You know what? I believe you. So here's what's going to happen now.” Simon turns towards the blonde with your few possessions, “all that shit right there? Belongs to Negan now. You'll meet him soon enough. You're going to come with us and we’re gonna go on back to our compound. You're gonna love it there, we've even got gelato.” Simon wiggles his brow and then steps towards you, reaching for your arm. You swallow and step back at the move.

“What are you going to do?” to me. You don't say it but you don't have to. Whether it’s the tremor in your voice or the unmistakable fear in your wide eyes, Simon seems to understand the deeper meaning behind the question. His face softens slightly as he again takes a step towards you, and this time you stay rooted to the spot.

“Listen, it’s not that kind of place. We’re a large community, men, women, young and old. We take care of our own. As long as you follow the rules then you have nothing to worry about. The shit that you're worried about? We don’t allow that. That type of shit doesn’t belong in the world, no matter how fucked up it is now. Negan sees to it himself that anyone even thinking of doing something like that is punished severely.” Simon maintains eye contact with you as he speaks and when he’s finished you almost imperceptibly nod your head. You want to believe him, you really do, but honestly he could just be talking out of his arse just to get you to go with them quietly. Nevertheless, when he reaches for your arm you don’t back away and allow him to lead you out of the woods towards, where you assume, the vehicles they arrived in.

Because, what choice do you really have? You're surrounded by a bunch of burly men who are all armed to the teeth and who now all hold your life in their hands.

tagging: @neganisking

[sunny6677]

October

(A Spooky Month AU Series)

PART 3/CHAPTER 3: Unanswerable Questions.

Summary: A 19-year old Skid ends up moving back to his old town for the sake of nostalgia. But he finds himself surrounded by familiar faces.

TWS FOR CHAPTER: IMPLICATIONS OF GRIEF, PANIC ATTACK MENTIONS, SLIGHT TRAUMA.

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Glistening pale sunlight glistened down on the familiar town he had lived in—in his childhood days, it always seemed so bright and full of life, and so dark, yet fun and playful. Though he guessed to him back then, innocence was the rose-tinted glasses he had been gifted for a short period of time until his mother had.. no, no, he didn't want to think about what had happened. Not now.

He was starting to get the feeling that this town might not have been the best idea to move back into, as even looking at the slightest familiar sight would make him choke with a mix of grief and nostalgia.

Nearly, he had almost collapsed upon seeing the old movie theater that had still been the same as it had always been. Nearby strangers had been worried for his shaking figure, though he brushed it off, and kept walking. He didn't need people worrying for him, not now.

And now, he had been sitting at a table with Susie, the sister of his former friend. She had been grinning, laughing as she reminisced on all the short periods of time they had spent together while he had only been just 8 years old. He laughed too, though only because it was rather.. nice to think of how things used to have been.

(Susie said with a grin at some point; "I remember when you and Pump stole my homework." Though her tone seemed rather ominous, as if she had still held a grudge for such a thing.)

Susie had told him of how she had been working in an office now, constantly having to make time for things and losing track of time when she had written constantly at her desk. She was a hard worker it seemed, yet she held an optimistic grin regardless of it anyway. A sheet of pastel yellow had still coated her dress, illuminating her facial shape in the sunlight. It was funny, Skid could see the resemblance she held with her brother even though it hadn't been obvious.

Susie had asked of what he had been up to lately, and to that question, Skid had paused. He hadn't a job yet and was yet to find one as of now, he currently lived alone and had no partner to live with, and hadn't any things as of now going on in his life other than the typical therapy sessions between him and his therapist.

"Not.. not a lot, actually." Skid had said, "Maybe moving here will finally give me something other than a boring day at my house. I could get used to not having to stay at my house all day—sometimes, i.. I even struggle with finding a reason to get up in the morning, with how boring and pointless everything is." It had gone silent for a moment, and Susie's expression was unreadable, though Skid only awkwardly averted his glance, embarrassed at his own awkwardness.

"But—But in any case, i... maybe I'll find one now that I'm back! It could be a fresh start for me, this used to be my old home after all.. heheh.." That awkward yet flat sentence still earned nothing but silence, making Skid pause in his own frustration. Why had be seen so socially awkward? What was it with him and people? Why were people his worst skill? Why was being social his worst skill when it used to be his best one?

"Are you.. do you plan on seeing Pump again?"

The question had seemingly came out of nowhere, making Skid jump out of his own sheer surprise, though he regained his composure as he glanced anxiously from across the table. "I.. maybe, if he wants to see me. I'm unsure if he'd be happy to see me.. did.. did you tell him I said hi last night?" Skids question had made Susie rest a hand on her cheek, staring into Skids dark eyes.

Susie sighed, "I tried, but I had to talk to my boss. Apparently, he wants me to go on a business trip, so I might have to make time in my schedule for when I can talk to him about you. Sorry.." She slightly grumbled, bowing her head as an apology, or her body language had been showing she was sorry anyway. Skid only sighed, and averted his eyes with a slightly sad glance; "Thats.. thats okay. I—I doubt he would want to see me again anyway."

"What do you mean he wouldn't? Of course he would!"

"I just—I dont think he'd like to see me after.. after what happened. He.. he was pretty close to my mom too, you know. He came over a lot more than a normal kid would have. A part of me feels like.. he thinks I'm responsible for her death, that.. maybe I am responsible for what happened to her—"

"N—No—your not!" Susie had nearly yelled that, slightly lowering her voice once she realized how loud she had been. In the end, she bowed her head yet again, letting Skid glance at her from across the table. "Have—is this—why are you—" Those words had been cluttered together until she sighed and corrected herself, "Is this why you've been—" She stopped yet again, "Listen, Skid.. you don't know if he thinks it's your fault or not. He'd never think such a thing! It's not your fault for what happened to your mom either."

"I—I know.."

"It isn't your fault, Skid, really." She repeated, "I doubt that he would think you, his best friend, would be at fault for the death of your own mom. It isn't your fault, it's no one's fault—not mine, no one else's. You should stop being so hard on yourself, it's not good for you, Skid!"

"...I know."

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"So.." Skids therapist, Lillith, began with a rather flat yet worried tone, "you nearly crashed your car again about a day ago, if I heard you correctly?" As Skid layed on the couch she had brought in, he only sighed, his lips slightly trembling as he thought of it. "Y—Yeah.. I'm.. I'm starting to think that maybe moving back wasn't a great idea after all. I—I know it's part of exposure therapy and all, but.. I just—I just can't help it, you know?"

Lillith paused, slightly lowering her clipboard and crossing her legs, her smooth red lips illuminated by the sunlight of the town that Skid had moved back in. "I know it may not be comfortable for you, Skid, but this might be the only solution to what you've been dealing with lately. Otherwise, we might have to try the other ones that we haven't tried yet."

Skid nodded slightly, feeling a gleam of a slight tear strike the corner of his eye. "I—I know, I just.. I saw the old house, and i—and I panicked, i—I dont know why I panicked but—" Lilliths smooth yet womanly voice interrupted his own; "You must have had another panic attack while driving again, driving can't be good for you after.." She hesitated and then stopped, "We may have to find a way for you to be better at driving without panicking, or we might have to find another way of transport for you."

"I know—I should know.." Skid let himself slightly sit up in the chair he had so comfortably sat in, his slender legs slightly resting on the ends of the chair, they almost resembled that of a ballerina with how slender and skinny they had been. "God—why can't I just be—why can't I just be normal? If I was normal, you wouldn't be having to put up with this..."

"Skid, it isn't your fault that you have to deal with this. It isn't your fault for anything that happened to you. I'm not putting up with you, I'm just—I'm just trying to help you." Lillith explained, a sympathetic look in her gaze as she stared at Skid whom had sat on the chair so comfortably.

Skid sighed, and rested a palm on his pale face. "Pump lives here, correct? Your friend?" Lillith said. "Mhm.. he used.. he used to be my friend." Skid barely answered.

Lillith looked down at her clipboard, and licked her lips nervously; "Maybe when your better, we can find a way for you and Pump to perhaps be friends again. With the way you've described it, he must have been dealing with some grief of his own as well. It might have been a misunderstanding."

Skid sighed , "Thats what I think too.. god, i shouldnt have raised my voice at him back then. He didnt deserve to hear his own friend yelling at him."

"You didn't need to hear him yelling at you, either." Lillith stated, "Until we figure out more about what happened between you and him, none of this is your or his fault. We cannot blame anyone so quickly for what could have been a natural response to grief." Skid only slowly nodded, and looked down at his hand.

"Maybe I don't need therapy.. if you always have to put up with me." Lillith went silent at Skid saying this, before Skid continued to speak, "Maybe I really am okay.. maybe I really am just being dramatic. Do—do you think I'm being dramatic? Maybe this really is all in my head? That maybe it is my fault?"

Lillith shook her head slowly, then paused.

"Skid, your going to have to come to realize that life happens. The fate of another person is not your fault unless you did it with your own hands. You didn't choose whether your mom.. would be gone or not. Even if you did go with her, things still would have been the same. Fate was not in your hands, you aren't fate. Your her legacy—your her son. What happened was an accident, a fate that would have come to her eventually—you are her legacy, you aren't the accident."

Skid paused, a slight droplet of a tear trinkling down his left cheek, he then sniffled.

"I—I know, maybe I really am okay though.. ma—maybe you shouldn't have to be putting up with me because of something that happened so long ago. I'm—I'm fine, I can function normally, so.. so.. i.."

He began to sniffle more, though his eyes glistened with surprise and confusion with the next sentence his therapist had said to him.

"Skid, a fine person wouldn't be in my office if they were fine. It's okay to not be okay. You might just think your fine because you've grown so used to it not being fine that you think it's normal.. and that's okay. It's normal to have a mental health response like that after such an accident, It's okay to feel sa dno matter how long its been."

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Skid couldn't answer for a few moments.

...

He then began to cry, tears escaping his eyes as his therapist gazed upon him, eyes of empathy meeting his own. In the end, he couldn't bring himself to say anymore, only whimpering gibberish. The session had been over for the day, or at least over for Skid, whom had been crying so.

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[sunny6677]

Lavendercandy! AU

The Stars.

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Soooo I don't think much would be different episode wise?? Aside from Kevin and Lila being together of course lmao.

I think the first part of the episode would just be subtle differences. Like photos of Kevin in the background of Lila's house for example. Maybe him posed with a straight face with Skid and Lila, him and Lila grinning at the camera with Skid, him taking care of Skid and Pump in a photo, etc etc.

Kevin would also most likely be working the night shift judging by how Lila's seemingly trying to sleep in the first part of the episode, so he's probably just out late. And later on, when Skid decides to go for candy—he instead says 'Let's go see Kevin!'. Skid doesn't see Kevin as a dad yet and is still kind of easing up to him, but he's fine with it sort of since at least it's just Kevin and not some terrifying eldritch monster called Lemon Demon. When Kevin sees Skid, he doesn't greet him or Pump rudely—and just greets them regularly. He of course is kind of confused when they ask for three candy cans considering there isn't another person with them. And he's like—"..uhhh.. kid—where's the third one?". Then he sees Eyes off screen, gives him candy, etc etc, and is pretty damn horrified for a bit. And is unsure of what to do since he doesn't know if that was just a nightmare, but he assumes it was after a bit since he doesn't know if any of that could have possibly been real.

When Skid returns home later, he briefly mentions that he went to see Kevin at work, and the regular ending scene plays out. But Lila probably calls Kevin off screen afterward to tell him about what happened, and hearing a completely different sounding story from the one he thought happened (since Lila thinks Skid probably just met a kid who likes astrology or something)—it confirms to him that it was probably only a nightmare and nothing else.

Overall, not much Kevin x Lila content in this episode for this AU aside from a few background details lmao.