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pikablu410 · 3 years ago

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Don’t Mess With the Dead

This is an incredibly delayed Halloween story. Hope you enjoy even though the season is much different now!

“Quit being such a pussy and just do it!”

“What’s the worst that could happen? They get mad at you in their grave?” “The worst that could happen is getting caught, dumbass!”

One of the boys sighed as two others laughed and one looked minutes away from bursting into screams.

“Darius has a point guys. The cops are always looking out for people in graveyards around this time. There’s probably one patrolling it now.”

“Thank you Beder! I’m glad someone is on my side.” Darius said, relieved he wasn’t among insane people.

“Oh get off his dick Beder. We’ve all done this before without a problem.”

“Yeah, Rob’s right. Why are you making this such a big deal Darius?”

“Are you stupid?! This is a completely different graveyard and it has actual security this time!” Darius nearly shouted, controlling his volume.

“Then how did we get in here so easily?”

“Shut up Marcus, you know they only monitor the graves and not the entrance. This is still basically public property.” Beder rebutted.

“Are you scared cause of the spooky rumors?” Rob teased

“Ooooo you’re gonna go missing because of the scary ghosts that will totally get you.” Marcus added to the mockery.

Darius went to go land a punch, but Beder was quick enough to keep him back and prevent any more trouble.

“Look, Darius, just go in there for like a minute and come back. If you see any cops or people you can run back because I don’t think any of us wanna go to jail for a stupid bet.” Beder reasoned.

Darius sighed, “If my parents find out I went to jail because of this I’m telling them you stole my car keys to force me to.”

“Whatever. Just go in there already.” Rob waved his friend away.

Darius, begrudgingly, trodded between the two cement walls ridden with metal pikes. The place looked like it was the set for a shoddy horror film, a low fog rolling in to complete the cheesiness of it all.

Lines of headstones paved the path around the graveyard, large tombs occasionally serving as landmarks. Darius wasn’t even sure what they wanted him to do, but he decided to keep going on so they stopped playing their games.

Eventually, Darius came upon a unique looking grave. It was much wider than the other graves he kept seeing, about four times as long, but it also looked quite messy. In fact, as Darius looked around the dark morgue, he noticed that most of the graves were covered with mud.

“So much for the extra patrol.” Darius mumbled to himself. He tried brushing the dried mud off the grave with his shoe, but the corner of it crumbled off. “Shit. How old are these graves?” Darius mumbled again, leaning over to try and fix the grave. He brushed a dead vine away and saw one of the names on the grave. “Bill Lavery.” Darius said aloud, to no one in particular. It looked like there were more names on the grave, but he could only make out the one. “Bill…Bill…wait, wasn’t that the guy who-”

Suddenly, Darius felt the wind start to pick up, and quickly at that. It was as if a storm was about to start despite there being no signs of one seconds prior. Standing back up, Darius saw the mist swirl around with the wind, as if it was a miniature cyclone condensed only to the graveyard. There was no thunder, but the wind moved so fast it was as if it was cracking the sky, causing booms to crash in Darius’s ear. Through all the chaos, Darius felt like the wind blew into him, making it difficult to breathe. Shortly after that, Darius felt the winds quickly stop and his ability to breathe return. He grabbed the piece of grave that fell off as evidence of his escapade and ran back to his friends.

Running over to his friends, Darius could hear Marcus and Rob start to laugh again. “Did the high end security find you?” Rob teased again.

“Are you alright Darius?” Beder asked.

“Did you guys not see the storm that just happened?!” He shouted, but all his friends look at him like he was crazy.

“Look, just because we made you run in there doesn’t mean you get to try and mess with us too.” Rob said.

“Yeah, and it’s not like we’d fall for it anyways.” Marcus scoffed.

“But there was- The mist and the- I couldn’t have imagined that!” Darius cried.

“We should get home. Rob, you’re driving because you freaked Darius out too much.” Beder ordered.

As the four walked back, Rob starting to complain about why he had to drive, Darius was still trying to process what had just happened. He really needed to get some sleep

Waking up the next day, Darius tried to put last night behind him. He had class today and was planning on going to the gym with his friends afterwards. A typically day, because his life was still completely normal. After some quick reasoning with himself, Darius got up from bed and decided to start his day.

After getting a shower and heading down to his apartment’s living room, Darius checked his phone to see it was still a few hours away from his first class. He decided this would be his time to take a deep breath and recollect himself, trying to completely forget about last night; he sat down on a chair and decided to close his eyes for a few moments.

However, just as Darius closed his eyes, he heard a low grumble emanate from somewhere. While it freaked him out for a second, once he heard his stomach again, Darius wasn’t as worried.

Getting up and walking to the kitchen, Darius noticed how strong his hunger was. It was as if he skipped over every meal yesterday, somehow. His only reasoning was being scared so much he lost his appetite last night.

“Whatever. As long as I’m not dead.” Darius reasoned as he poured himself a bowl of cereal. Usually he’d forgo the sugary meal in favor of a fruit or a yogurt, but he knew he would need more with his current appetite. Filling the bowl to the brim, then pouring in milk, Darius sat back down and shoved his breakfast in his mouth. Spoonful after spoonful, yet Darius didn’t feel himself get any fuller. Not even finishing the bowl dented his hunger. Looking at the empty bowl and then his stomach, Darius was trying to reason what he should do next.

“...one more bowl won’t hurt. I’ll just work on my abs a bit more at the gym.” Darius said, going back to the kitchen to make another bowl of cereal. Despite eating two full bowls of sugar-covered cereal, all Darius could think about was how hungry he was. Luckily, the second bowl was enough to satisfy him, but he was still concerned about his larger than average appetite. As he rubbed his stomach, Darius felt how bloated it was and reminded himself to work overtime at the gym later that day. He then headed out for class before another surge of hunger overcame him.

“Damn! Two bowls of that shit? You sure you’re not sick?” Marcus asked, as he closed the classroom door behind him.

“I’m fine now. I just think my nerves were shot from yesterday.” Darius reasoned.

Rob chuckled, “You really got scared over nothing and then ate a shit ton to make up for however much you shit your pants last night.” Marcus laughed and high-fived him, but Beder just shook his head. “Just make sure it doesn’t get out of hand.” He tried to reassure his friend.

Darius was still a little in shock, though he didn’t tell his friends. Rob and Marcus had enough fuel for that fire. As the four approached their cars, Rob and Marcus decided to use some of that fuel.

“Don’t get so scared that you forget to go to the gym with us!” Rob cackled. And with that, Marcus and Rob left to go work out.

Again, Beder sighed, “I’ll see you later dude. Hopefully they stop acting like assholes sooner rather than later.”

Darius nodded and got in his car. His destination was the gym, and hopefully he’d be able to take his mind off this for a few minutes with some weights or whatever new thing they had at his gym. They always were trying out new stuff, which meant a lot of it just got quickly forgotten a week after it got delivered to the place. Darius laughed to himself as he remembered Rob and Marcus trying to figure out one of the pieces of equipment, only to learn that just half of it had been shipped. Darius loved hanging out with his friends...so why did he get so nervous around them? It was like they were foreign to him, for whatever reason.

While these thoughts plagued Darius as he was driving, he didn’t notice he missed a turn to go to his gym. Instead, he kept driving, but somehow still had a destination in mind. When he finally got out of his head, he realized he was in a McDonald’s parking lot.

“What the fuck? When did I get here?” Darius said aloud, so confused he forgot he was talking to himself. However, he soon felt his stomach grumble in hunger.

“Not again.” Darius grumbled. He got out of the car and decided to at least eat something. “Just one meal, and then I’ll head to the gym.” Heading inside, Darius walked up to the counter and put his order in. He was surprised there weren’t many customers here, but he wasn’t complaining. There was less of a chance someone would recognize him here.

Since there weren’t many customers, Darius’s food came out relatively quickly. He was handed his bag and was about to walk out to his car. However, Darius’s stomach had other plans. He almost lurched over with how much pain he felt, just from sheer hunger. Deciding that he wouldn’t get far without food, Darius sat down and started his meal with the plans of leaving soon after.

Darius ate quickly, the fries vanishing in minutes and his burger following soon after. Not noticing how sloppily he ate, Darius let out a burp after finishing his soda. Unfortunately, he still felt that immense hunger, feeling compelled to eat out of strange necessity to survive. It was like he had to have more, or he wouldn’t have the energy to get himself home. He ordered the same meal, and yet still felt hungry after he, once again with sloppy haste, devoured the entire thing in minutes.

Deciding that one burger wouldn’t be enough, Darius upped it to two. Soon after, it became three burgers, and then three burgers with two large fries. Almost exponentially, Darius’s orders grew in size. It wasn’t long before he was casually ordering five burgers, three large fries, two sodas and a cookie. Though it would’ve been odd to see the toned man order so much, and down it all so quickly too, nobody really seemed to react to Darius’s appetite. It was almost like it was natural.

After his most recent meal, Darius finally felt satisfied. He let out an abnormally loud belch, leaned back in his chair and absentmindedly rubbed his stomach. “This isn’t half bad. Maybe I was too strict with my diet.” Darius thought to himself. Despite rubbing it, he barely noticed the soft flab that had replaced his abs on his stomach. Darius just got back up and ordered more, but this time out of a personal desire to eat more.

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“I haven’t seen him since last week either.” Marcus said, walking past the lighter set of weights. He grabbed some heavier ones and put them on the bar Rob was holding up.

The darker skinned boy grunted before lifting the entire thing up and toss it on its holder. “Well if you haven’t seen him, and Beder hasn’t seen him then what the hell has he been doing?” Rob said, almost in a whiny tone.

“If I had seen him maybe I would know. I’m sure someone’s seen him, just ask around.” Marcus offered, a bit annoyed with his friend’s tone.

The two walked over to Beder, who had just gotten off of the treadmill. He looked soaked in sweat, the athletic shirt he had leaving very little for the imagination.

“No luck on Darius?” He asked before taking a long swig of water.

“Nope. I’ve talked to the staff here and you guys, and nobody has seen him in the past week.” Rob said.

Beder finished his bottle, crumpling it up, before saying, “Why don’t you go check on him if you’re so concerned? He’s probably just sick or something, he’s done stuff like this before.”

“Not for an entire week though. I know he’s busy around this time of year, but he at least comes to the gym with us every other day.” Rob said.

“Well why don’t you go check on your lover boy if you’re so concerned.” Marcus teased.

Rob was too exhausted to respond, so he just said, “Fine, I’ll go check on him after I get home today. I need a shower first and something to eat.”

A few hours later, Rob had gone home, showered and ate a quick meal. He had made some grilled chicken yesterday, so he decided to just make a quick sandwich since he was too tired to make a big meal. He left for Darius’s house, checking his phone for the time as the sun set. “6:14” The phone screen displayed.

“I hate this time of year. It gets too dark way too fast.” Rob complained as he started his car and headed to his friend’s apartment.

After a few minutes, Rob eventually arrived at Darius’s apartment building. His parents were helping him pay for it, along with his scholarships and part-time job. Even so, the apartment was very nice, and close to their campus and gym. It was a miracle he was able to afford a place so nice.

As he parked, Rob looked over and noticed Darius’s car. “So he’s either been kidnapped, murdered or hasn’t left.” He mumbled under his breath. Knowing he’d find his answer inside, Rob got out of his car and walked in the building.

It was eerily quiet, especially for an apartment complex near a college campus. Not a single party could be heard throughout the building. “Guess everyone is waiting until Halloween for their big parties.” Rob thought to himself. He had been invited to one, along with Beder, Marcus, and of course Darius, who was now missing. It was in two weeks, but he still wanted to find Darius before then, just to make sure he was able to go.

As Rob approached Darius’s floor, he put his ear to the door to see if he could hear anything. He thought he heard some crumpling noise, or some kind of crinkling sound, like a bag of chips would make, but much louder. Rob knocked, but got no response. Knowing his friend well, he grabbed the key that was hidden under his entrance mat and opened the door.

Nothing seemed off when Rob entered immediately, except maybe a few picture frames out of place. Sports team photos and family snapshots that had been forced upon Darius lined the walls, but some were completely crooked. Walking down the entrance hall, Rob soon noticed an odd, greasy smell. It was like the locker rooms at the gym had been combined with the kitchen of a fast food joint. When Rob turned into the kitchen, which was connected to the living room, he soon learned why.

Bags of takeout littered the kitchen floor, and only got worse as he walked further into the living room. Bags of chips, snack foods and candy were mixed in the pile on the floor as well. As Rob approached the living room, he finally saw where his friend had been for the past week.

Darius was on his recliner, but he was massive now, almost filling the entire thing in. A stomach that rivaled sumo wrestlers laid on his thicker thighs, where were as wide as telephone poles. Love handles were starting to flow over the arms of the recliner. Darius’s ass looked fatter than most girls Rob had dated, pushing into each arm of the relincer. His arms, which were once covered in muscle, were now dough rolls of fat and looked difficult to move. Darius’s pecs–now moobs–were like soft throw pillows on his billowing stomach. Any sign of a chiseled jawline was gone, replaced with not one, but two jiggly jowls. Darius also looked like he hadn’t really moved from the recliner either, his sweaty body clinging to the leather material and his face and body unkempt with extra hair.

“W-what the fuck…” Rob trailed off.

Darius belched before looking over at his friend. “Oh, hey Rob! What’s u-URRRP-up?” He belched once again. Rob was just trying to process everything going on at the moment. He had so many questions, but it seemed impossible to answer any of them.

“Where have you been?! Everyone’s been wondering where you are and– and you’re just here, eating your fat ass off!” Rob shouted.

“It’s pretty sweet, huh?” Darius said before letting out some gas that made his balloon butt cheeks jiggle.

“No! It’s not! How did you get so fat!? You used to have more muscle than I did!” Rob shouted, still in shock. Darius shoved a handful of fries into his mouth before responded, with the same mouth full of food, “I jusht realished that work out wash too musch. Relaxshing like thish is way better.”

Rob was still in disbelief, wondering how his friend could’ve put on nearly 200 pounds of fat in a week.

Darius swallowed his food and said, “I can show you how this happened, if you want.” His eyes were glued to the TV, not having left them since looking over at his friend.

“Maybe we can figure out how to fix this there then. Sure, just, how are you gonna get up?” Rob asked.

“With your help.” Darius said, looking over at his muscular friend.

After loading Darius into his car, which sunk the right side about a foot, Rob asked for directions. Surprisingly, Darius seemed pretty coherent, which Rob hadn’t expected given his earlier behavior. It was now dark out, which further surprised Rob since Darius seemed to know exactly where to go. However, he soon realized what Darius was doing to him.

“This is a joke, right? Since I scared you into coming here, you’re trying to scare me into there too?” Rob asked as he pulled into the cemetery parking lot. “Are Beder and Marcus on this? I bet this is a fat suit too.” Rob said, grabbing one of Darius’s fat folds and jiggling it.

“Oh, that felt nice.” Darius moaned out, “No this isn’t a prank. This is the real deal. Just go to where you sent me and you’ll figure out what happened.

“Whatever.” Rob said as he got out of his car. “What, you’re not coming?” He asked his bloated friend.

“Nah, I already know what to expect. Probably wouldn’t do much to me now.” Darius said, as if he actually knew what was happening.

Rob rolled his eyes and walked into the cemetery, walking off to where they had sent Darius last week.

Once he made it there, he wasn’t surprised when he saw nothing but broken graves and knocked over flower pots.

“Knew he was just messing with me. He probably wanted to steal my car for money too.” Rob mumbled before he started to walk back.

Before he could, though, he noticed the winds start to pick up. Much like on Darius’s night in this graveyard, the winds were swirling around this particular spot. A miniature cyclone formed as Rob, in futility, screamed for helping. He was being pick up by the winds before he felt it flow into him, much like it had with Darius. When the wind started to die down, Rob ran back to his car in the dark, both in anger and fear.

“What the hell did you just do to me?!” Rob yelled at his piggish friend.

“I didn’t do anything. You just experienced what happened to me, I bet.” Darius told his friend.

“Yeah, whatever. We’re going back to your place and you’re gonna explain what just happened.” Rob said in irritation.

However, once the two were back at Darius’s house, Rob did in fact feel different.

“Damn, maybe I should’ve eaten more than a chicken sandwich.” He mumbled to himself.

“You hungry? I got plenty of food.” Darius offered as he got out of the car with Rob’s help.

Although he normally would be disgusted at the idea of eating the kind of food Darius had been devouring, the idea enticed him for some reason.

“Sure, I didn’t think I’d be this long.” Rob mumbled again.

“No worries. You’re welcome to stay as long as you want.” Darius offered with an ominous smirk Rob didn’t catch.

As the two walked into Darius’s apartment, Darius said, “You can sit on the couch. I haven’t really sat there in a bit, if you’re worried about that.”

Rob sat on the couch, since all of the recliner had been taken up. Despite the roomier piece of furniture, Rob still felt crowded surrounded by all the remnants of food. Darius waddled back over with handfuls of containers. Rob wanted to ask where he got them from, but he wasn’t sure he wanted to really know.

Darius belched before saying, “Eat as much as you want. It’ll go down one of us either way.” He then waddled back over to the recliner and started to messily eat a burger. Rob looked over and saw his friend carelessly get sauces all over his mouth and exposed body, but somehow didn’t lose his appetite.

Opening one of the containers, Rob found a similar looking burger. It was dripping with grease in the styrofoam box, but out of the strong feeling of emptiness in his stomach, Rob hesitantly grabbed the sandwich. Slowly taking a bite, Rob found himself, to his dismay, enjoying the flavor. He quickly finished the burger before moving onto the next one.

Looking over, Darius chuckled at the sight. “I’ll go get you some more.” The large man got up once again, his body jiggling from the force, but Rob didn’t notice this time. He was too invested in eating all the food in front of him. He felt so hungry, and it tasted so good too. It was difficult for him to resist.

As Darius waddled over with more food, much more than last time, he smiled as he saw Rob. “Your little belly looks cute on you. Can’t wait to see what else’ll happen.” Darius laughed, pointing at Rob’s stomach. His shirt was being lifted up by a slight pool of flab, but surprisingly, not so to Darius, Rob didn’t seem to mind. He could even feel his dick start to chub up a bit from Darius’s comment. The growing boy opened another container and started to eat some more.

“Maybe Darius was right.” He thought as he took another bite out of a burger, “Maybe taking a break isn’t such a bad idea.”

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“Wait, so now Rob’s gone missing too?” Marcus asked in shock. He sat up from the benchpress and wiped his forehead. “Thanks for spotting me, by the way.”

“Yeah, whatever, our friends are missing. I actually think something is wrong this time.” Beder said with genuine worry.

“Maybe they finally both came out of the closet and ran away together. I mean, if any bodies pop up on the news then-” “What the hell is wrong with you Marcus?!” Beder interrupted his friend’s grim expectation.

“Relax, I was mostly joking. But what do you want me to do about it? If something actually did happen, doing the same thing Rob did clearly won’t work.” Marcus reasoned.

“It’s the only idea we’ve got, unless you can think of something that would give us more answers.” Beder argued, getting on his jacket and pulling out his car keys.

“It’s your death sentance, dude. I would just contact the police and see what they say.” Marcus said, going over to the treadmills.

“And have them figure out we trepassed on private property only for you and Rob to deface multiple peoples’ graves? I don’t trust them, anyways. They’d probably end up putting the two of them in jail for some dumb reason.” Beder said.

Marcus just shrugged, “Suit yourself, you know where I’ll be, at least.”

“Yeah, not helping your friends at all.” Beder mumbled as he left the gym. It was starting to get windier, so Beder hurried to his car as fast as he could. As he buckled himself in, he looked at his texts. Rob never responded to him after he went to Darius’s house. “Guess that’s where I’m headed to first.” He mumbled as he started up his car.

Driving over to the apartment complex, Beder noticed all the Halloween decorations out. He remembered the party they all had been invited to and hoped this was something that could be sorted out easily. Beder was hopeful he’d be able to find a girl at some social gathering, since he was the busiest with school, even compared to Darius, so he didn’t have much time to get, much less have, a romantic interest.

Beder’s mind flicked back to his original goal as he realized he was pulling into the apartment parking lot. As he drove down the lot near the small houses, he saw both Rob and Darius’s car parked near each other. “So they haven’t left. Maybe they’ve just found some good shit and’ve been getting high for the past week.” Beder laughed under his breath.

Getting out of the car, Beder noticed more of the Halloween decorations. There was some noise, but it was still too early for any parties. Looking at his watch, Beder noted it was 5:47. “Hopefully I get out of here before the sun goes down.” He mumbled to himself before entering the building.

It was eerily quiet, much like it was last week, not that Beder would have known that. Though, Beder swore he could hear something as he went up the steps, closer to Darius’s apartment. It sounded like animals be fed on a farm, but Beder wasn’t completely sure on that guess. Why would someone bring farm animals into an apartment anyways?

The noise did indeed get louder as Beder approached Darius’s place. “What the hell did the two of them do?” Beder whispered to himself.

Noticing the door was cracked open, Beder welcomed himself in. At the end of the entrance hallway, he noticed a few empty boxes of cereal and bags of chips. When he approached them, the litter only seemed to multiply. The noise grew louder too, and Beder now confirmed that he was definitely hearing some messing munching.

When Beder reached the kitchen, he felt a similar shock to what Rob had experienced last week. He was almost up to his knees in empty bags of food, only moving towards the living room out of curiosity for the digusting source.

That was when he saw his friends.

Darius was now on the couch with Rob and looked to be around 300 pounds heavier than the last time Beder had seen him. His thighs took up half the couch, and so did his belly since it rested on them. He had tits the were larger than any women Beder had seen before, and they were starting to pool over the sides of his belly. Ass cheeks could be seen spread out, squishing against his legs and the blob of a form next to Darius, which Beder assumed was Rob. The only reason he could tell they were the remnants of his friends was because of the somewhat similar faces they had. It was like their old faces had been swaddled in lard, multiple chins being added where a cut jaw once was.

“D-Darius?! Rob?!! What the hell happened to you two?!!?” Beder couldn’t help but exclaim in shock.

“Oh, hey Bede-URRRRRP. When did you get here?” Darius asked as he gobbled down another slice of pizza.

Beder just pointed at the two of them, scared as to what his friends had transformed into.

“Oh, I did a pretty good job with Rob, huh?” Darius commented, as if he were looking over a project of his.

Rob looked to be as heavy as Darius was, growing 300 pounds since Beder had last seen him a week ago. It seemed impossible, but somehow it had been done. While they both looked just as heavy, Rob’s body seemed to be more gelatinous and pliable, whereas Darius’s body looked more built, sturdier. Rob’s body had more rolls to make up his stomach, his moobs looked more jiggly, his thighs were moving as he ate and Beder could see his friend’s asscheeks move constantly. It appeared as though once Rob had sat down, he hadn’t moved out of his spot, where Darius looked like he had moved a bit, around his apartment at least.

Rob was also hairier than Beder remembered him being. He had always wanted more body hair, as well as some form of facial hair, but now it seemed a bit excessive. Body hair lined his stomach, going between his fat thighs, and populated his chest. He had some slight mustache hair, and his chin was now a furry, jiggly mass. Not to mention that there were multiple chins of fat too. Darius was hairier too, but Rob’s body seemed more focus on the body hair than anything else, for whatever reason.

“What the fuck did you do to him?!” Beder stepped back, nearly tripping over the piles of food decay.

“I didn’t do anything he didn’t ask for. He said he was hungry, so I got him food, but he hasn’t stopped saying he’s been hungry for…I dunno, a week?” Darius said, shoving his half eaten pizza slice in Rob’s mouth. “I think he looks better like this anyways. He always wanted to have a beard and hair on his chest, don’t you remember.” “I…I need to fix this. I’m gonna call the police.” Beder nervously went to grab his phone.

Suddenly, Rob let out an enormous belch. “Beder! Go to the cemetery! The one I made Darius go into! Quick, please I…I need…food!” He sputtered out before going back to shoving various, greasy foods into his mouth.

Beder quickly ran off, thinking that would be where the solution to this problem was. If he hadn’t been so panicked, he would’ve realized it was where all the problems started too, but he was already turning the keys in his car before a coherent thought occurred.

“I didn’t realize I still had to force you to eat.” Darius said before grabbing a slice of cheesecake.

“You don’t,” Rob paused to let out a fart, “I just wanted to speed things up.”

Darius smirked, “You’re a damn good actor baby!” He pulled Rob in for a kiss before his fat ass boyfriend could go back to eating.

Meanwhile, Beder was just arriving at the cemetery. Traffic had been rough, with early Halloween activities starting up. Their community had always been very into Halloween and its accessories. None of that mattered to Beder right now, just that it was keeping him from, presumably, saving his friend from an obesity-driven fate.

When Beder finally pulled up to the cemetery, he looked at his car clock and realized how late it was. “Damn, it’s 7:15 already. I gotta hurry for those two.” Beder mumbled as he got out of his car. The cemetery itself had a creeping fog on the ground, one which only rose and thickened as he went deeper into the decaying morgue.

Recognizing the grave that Rob had forced Darius to go to, he leaned down to investigate and find any clues to fixing his friends’ weight problem. Beder, being as astute as he was, immediately noticed that the gravestone was for multiple people, and from the size of it it appeared to have four names. Two of the names looked to have been uncovered from the foliage and dirt that hid them prior.

“Did Rob and Darius mess with this?” Beder whispered to himself as he went to clear the rest of the grave off and see the other names. However, he was quickly pushed off of his knees and onto his rear by a strong gust of wind. The winds picked up, as they had prior, and started to spin around Beder and his helplessly confused body. He was trying to get up and run, but the winds were too strong for him to push back. Suddenly, he felt one of the gusts flowing into him, almost as if he were being forced to swallow it.

Just as soon as it had started, the winds dissipated, leaving Beder exhausted and confused. Slowly, he got up and walked to his car. His head felt like it was in a grinder, and he was unable to focus on anything. Once he sat down in his car, he decided to take a moment to recuperate. After taking a few breaths, Beder closed his eyes for a few seconds. He thought of things he never would have before, and saw images he never thought he would.

For some reason, the images of Rob and Darius’s jiggling bellies soothed him. He coveted the thought of it and wanted to feel it for himself. Beder could feel his pants growing tighter in excitement, and his only thought was to immediately go back to Darius’s place.

Driving like he was on his way to the emergency room, Beder made it back five times faster than he did heading to the cemetery. Running up the steps to Darius’s room, Beder rapidly rushed in to see Darius and Rob making out. The hysteric boy broke them up to slam his face into Rob’s greasy, hairy gut, shortly after doing the same to Darius’s.

“Guess we know where he’s been.” Rob laughed as the aroused boy went back to feeling up his fat.

Darius smirked and said, “You better get to eating if you wanna have more fat to feel up!”

The encouragement was all Beder needed to hear to realize how great it would be to feel up his own fat. He sat in the recliner and started shoveling food into his mouth like Rob and Darius had earlier. Moans were heard with each bite Beder took, the timid guy no long afraid of much.

“It’ll be nice to have another piece of blubber to fuck around here.” Darius chuckled as he grabbed Rob’s plump, pillowy rear.

“Yeah, we just gotta wait for a bit for him to blow up.” Rob monotonously said as he went back to eating more.

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“97…98…99…100! Nice job Marcus!” A voice that could only be described as ‘radical’ complimented.

“Thanks Steve, I appreciate you spotting me.” Marcus said after taking a swig of water.

“No problem! When you said none of your friends were here I was a bit surprised. Beder is usually here on the dot at 3.” Steve said as he walked to the locker room with Marcus, “I haven’t even seen them come in without you or in their classes. It’s like they’ve just disappeared.”

“Yeah, well that’s their problem now. Beder and Rob both went to go figure something out, but they both went missing.” Marcus bluntly said as he opened his locker, “I’m not gonna go mess with something that’s clearly causing unsolvable issues.”

“True that man!” Steve cheered on as he gave Marcus a low-five, “Oh, are you still good for that Halloween party next week? They’re gonna be hella chicks!”

“Hell yeah! It’s gonna be so sweet.” Marcus cheered on as well, “I’m gonna get my dick so-”

Marcus got interrupted by his phone ringing in his locker, causing a cacophony of irritating noise. Annoyed at the sudden dysfunction, Marcus answered the phone pissed before he even saw who was calling. “Who the fu-”

“Marcus! You gotta-URRRRRRP-get over here!” A voice nearly moaned out

“Beder?! Where have you been?” Marcus said, a mix of annoyed and now curious.

“I’m at Darius’s place. It’s amazing over here, you gotta come over!” Beder happily said.

“How high are you?! You’ve been missing for a week and you’re acting like nothing happened!” Marcus scolded.

“It’s like heaven in a room! You have to get here ASAP dude!” Beder urged.

Marcus heard what he thought was a loud fart before another familiar voice spoke in the background.

“Tell him to go to meet us at the cemetery!” It echoed.

“Is that Darius?” Marcus nearly shouted in surprise.

“Yeah, he and Rob are here too! We’re gonna meet you at the cemetery we made Darius run into!” Beder said. And just like that, the line was dead.

Marcus swore under his breath before remembering Steve was right in front of him.

“Sorry about that man. I guess I gotta go.” Marcus said.

“Uh, let me know if your friends can still go next week.” Steve said before walking back out to the gym. “For sure.” Marcus muttered before collecting his things and leaving for the grave site. It was starting to get dark, which didn’t bode well for traffic. Sure enough, Marcus took nearly an hour to reach the cemetery, the night sky pitch black except for the moon shining through.

“Where the fuck are they?” Marcus mumbled, looking around in his car. After a few minutes, he got out to investigate, and figured they meant where Darius had run to that night. Was there something he found there that they needed to show him? Maybe he was being duped now.

Marcus was so lost as to what the purpose behind this was that he didn’t even notice that he was already at the spot where Darius was those weeks before.

“Ay! Where y’all at?!” Marcus shouted, already tired of the charade.

Marcus heard some rustling and turned around to see where his friends would pop out at.

“I get it. You guys wanna scare me, so just scare me and let me go home! I’m just gonna leave if you don’t do anything!” Marcus shouted, seemingly to nobody.

After a few minutes, Marcus decided that enough was enough. He was getting tired, cold and annoyed. Stomping towards the exit, Marcus didn’t see the wide gravestone he tripped over.

“What the hell…who has a grave that big?! A fucking sumo!?” He yelled, annoyed.

After he said those words, Marcus felt the wind pick up. Though he didn’t notice, they were significantly clearer than they had been weeks prior. They were weaker too, but Marcus didn’t know that. Getting up to run away, Marcus was surprised by a sudden force knocking him back down. He was suddenly bombarded with a feeling of something going down his throat, and like his friends he had been attacked by the winds.

Much like his friends, the winds died down after that. But after Marcus’s visit, that part of the graveyard seemed lighter, as if a heavy burden had been removed. A curse, perhaps, or just an unwell feeling fixed like a tilted picture frame.

Marcus, for his part, was trying to process the last few minutes. Wasting no time, he started to head back to his car to confront Beder, Darius and Rob. Whatever had just happened to him had to have been some kind of prank, but none of them were there to see it. It seemed pointless to Marcus, and he wanted answers. He barely noticed his stomach gradually growl louder as he drove in anger to his friend’s apartment.

When Marcus stepped out of the car, he finally realized his immense hunger. “Maybe I’ll take some of his food as compensation for this.” He grumbled, heading into the building.

There was noise about the place, with people setting up for their parties next week. Marcus tried to avoid them, trying to get to Darius’s place as quick as possible. He was surprised when he found the door cracked open, and further so when he was almost immediately up to his ankles in thrown out fast food bags and empty chip bags.

“The fuck have they been doing for the past three weeks?” He muttered, slowly wading through the mess. Marcus thought he heard moans, with definite sounds of eating, and those sounds only grew louder as he walked further in this swamp of food waste.

Once he got to the living room, Marcus had to hold back his comments of disgust. What he could loosely described as human bodies sat on the couch and recliner, except they looked inflated with lard. He stepped forward, but the crinkle of a empty chip bag alerted his presence.

“Marcus you made it!” Beder said as he slowly stood up, “Did you go to the cemetery?”

“Wh-Yes, I did, but what the fuck happened!?” Marcus shouted.

“Give him some time Beder.” Darius said before letting out a monstrous belch.

Beder didn’t seem to listen as he quickly waddled over to Marcus and started to wrap his form around the smaller boy. Marcus couldn’t head back fast enough, forced to be in Beder’s grasp.

Now that he had a closer look, too close for his liking, Marcus was able to see how much his friend had changed. Beder looked to be 500 pounds, only being able to guess from those reality TV shows about hugely fat people. He was pretty sweaty, probably due to his many rolls and folds of fat. He was a bit hairier, his slight fur on his chin and upper lip now unleashed, probably due to the lack of shaving. Motherly tits nearly smothered Marcus, which he would’ve been fine with had it not been his best, notably male, friend. The biggest thing Marcus noticed, both literally and metaphorically, was how Beder’s dick was poking into his side. He never knew his friend was so hung, nor attracted to him so much. When he heard Beder speak, he quickly figured out why.

“All this muscle feels so good, but I can’t wait for you to fill out and be a blob like us.” Beder whispered into Marcus’s ear.

“What the fuck?! Get off me!” Marcus said, futilely trying to get out of Beder’s bear hug. Was his friend a chubby chaser, and for fat guys too? Either something had happened to them or Marcus had been lied to for as long as he knew Beder.

“It’s pointless to resist Marcus. You just gotta eat something and you’ll be fine.” Rob mumbled before letting out a huge fart.

“Good idea! Let’s get you something to eat Marky-poo!” Beder cheered, already giving his involuntary boyfriend a pet name.

Still grasping him with an iron hold, Beder grabbed a handful of cake and forcefully shoved it into Marcus’s mouth. Marcus was able to keep some of it out, but he was forced to swallow most of it.

“Do you feel any better?” Beder asked, going to grab more cake regardless of the answer.

Marcus was about to respond in protest, but felt his mind go blank. The food was delicious, and just eating it felt so much better than trying to push against Beder. As the horny fat ass shoved another handful of cake at Marcus, he willingly ate the delectable dessert this time.

“Seems like he’s fine now. Let him sit down with you, he’s probably tired.” Darius commented as he fed Rob an entire donut.

Beder sat down on the recliner once again, and he pulled Marcus down on his lap, as if he were sitting on santa’s lap at a mall. Beder continued to feed his sudden partner, Marcus’s desire for a muscled body on the back burner for the inevitable future.

Luckily, he was able to see his other friends now, and they seemed to have changed just as drastically. Rob could be aptly called a doughboy, because he looked more like a pile of fluffy, jiggly dough than the toned guy Marcus once knew. His moobs sagged to his sides, as even his ginormous wide belly, which nearly took up two thirds of the couch, couldn’t hold them up. Thighs and legs that looked as wide as tree trunks didn’t seem to have been used much. While Rob’s ass almost covered the entire couch, that wasn’t the most distinguished part of him that had changed. Rob was now much hairier than Marcus remembered, nearly having a fully on beard that covered his numerous chins. He had a mustache too, but it didn’t seem as developed.

“Eat up babe.” Darius urged as the blob willingly ate another donut, and then another shortly after.

Darius looked way heavier too, but his body took on a different shape than the jiggly lard Rob’s did. Plump firm moobs sat on top of a jiggly, yet still stable belly. He had a wide ass and thighs, multiple chins, yet Darius’s body didn’t seem too flabby. His body was hairy and sweaty too, like Rob’s, but to a lesser extent. It was like Darius was evenly divided among the traits Beder and Rob had, given how often he groped Rob’s body.

As he admired his friends, Marcus felt his tool start to perk up. He went to grab it, but felt something in the way. Looking down, he saw a pool of flab already straining against the waistband of his gym shorts.

Darius seemed to notice too. “Damn Beder, you got to work on him quick!”

“My piggy boy only deserves the best.” Beder cheered before feeding Marcus the last handful of cake. He then rubbed and groped Marcus’s belly, caused the lighter boy to moan in delight. Reaching under the slight pooch of fat, Beder soon found his boyfriends dick and started to work it right away.

“Don’t worry, you’ll still get to eat while I jerk you off!” Beder casually said before he shoved a burger into Marcus’s face.

As he took a bite out of the greasy sandwich, Marcus moaned in delight. He could get used to a life like this

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“Can you grab that baby? I think it’s under my tits.” Marcus said before a handful of cheesecake was fed to him. He had felt something vibrate, presumably his phone.

Beder reached under his boyfriend’s sweaty rolls before feeding him even more. “Someone’s texting you about a party.” Beder said before showing his boyfriend his phone screen.

“I feel like I should rememb-URRRRRRP-remember something about that.” Marcus belched out.

“We can go if you want. But I think it’d be better to just stay here and feed you.” Beder cooed before he gave his tub of lard a peck on the cheek.

“You talking about that party we were invited to last month? Tell them we got different plans” Darius ordered before taking a swig of soda.

“But babe, they’ll have food. There’d be so much for me.” Rob whined.

“What’s wrong with the food here?” Darius asked, feeding his boyfriend a handful of cookies.

“Marcus eats it all! You made me so fat that I need more food than you do.” Rob whined again, before being interrupted by more food being shoved in his mouth.

“We have more than enough food here, calm down.” Darius demanded.

The mass amount of food that just seemingly came from nowhere wasn’t something Darius had questioned. It was just something that happened the day after he visited that gravesite. It was barely something he remembered, since he thought it was just apart of life now.

“Wait, that’s tonight? Wow, it’s already been a week then.” Marcus said before Beder fed him and he let out a fart.

“And you’ve grown more than anyone else here!” Beder said proudly.

He was right, Marcus, despite being converted last, was now the fattest one of the four. He had to get off of Beder’s lap the day after he showed up to Darius’s apartment, since he was too heavy for Beder to sit comfortably. Now he just sits on the floor, big enough for Beder to lay on his belly and feed him all day. He had tens of rolls, tits that were the size of pillows and an uncountable amount of chins. Whenever Beder farted on him whilst feeding him, Marcus giggled in joy at the sensation, loving any attention his body got. His body had grown hairier, too, but it was the least out of the four. Marcus looked more like a piglet than the slobby bear Rob was. Though, he did have a cute mustache on his plump face.

“Well you made me a blob! You made me such a pig.” Marcus trailed off before Beder fed him more cake.

Beder had grown, too, but it wasn’t nearly as much as before. Certainly, he was fat, but he was more concerned with fattening Marcus. He could barely remember when Marcus had abs, too busy obsessed with what roll of flab he would fuck next. Beder had stuck his dick between his boyfriend’s bean bag chair-ass cheeks, his floppy tits, many of the numerous rolls on his body, in mouth and he was even thinking of doing it between his chins, now that there were so many. As a result, both he and Marcus were horny, sweat, cum-stained blobs, though Marcus was always eager and greedy for more. More of what was up to Beder, though.

“Get a room. Maybe then I’ll finally have enough to eat.” Rob complained as he messily ate up some cupcakes.

Rob was the second fattest blob there, taking up the entire couch with his fat ass and body. His rear had been toyed with enough by Darius, yet still it spread out further and fatter each day. Like Marcus, his body was a jiggly pile of lard with numerous rolls, tits twice as large as a porn star and enormously wide thighs. However, Rob’s body was nearly covered in hair, something which Darius had come to adore. Rob had always wanted to be a tough, hunk of a man before, but now he realized having that same body with fat was his real dream. His tits and chest were densely covered, as was his fully formed beard and mustache, the two of which now connected on his jiggly face.

Rob let out a fart as Darius leaned over to feed him more. “I love how fucking fat you are babe.” Darius moaned as he smothered Rob with a kiss.

Darius was almost like a ringleader, both in his body and his attitude. He continued to have aspects from everyone, but not to the extreme his friends did. He was very large, the firm fat starting to lose to the jiggly lard with how fast he was growing. Darius also was quite hairy, which led to some euphoric experiences for him and Rob while he fucked the latter. Speaking of, Darius had grown hornier as he had grown larger. He could no longer deny how turned on he was by Rob’s body, and Beder’s desire to fatten Marcus had sparked something in him himself.

As he let Rob begging for more, both food and affection, he felt compelled to announce something.

“Instead of that party, they’re having a party at a bar nearby. I don’t wanna move much, but they’re giving out free food and drinks.” Darius told everyone.

For some reason, they all felt the desire to go. It was as if they were compelled to visit, or at least know they would enjoy themselves.

When they finally had to go that night, Beder had to help Marcus walk, while Darius had to help Rob out of the apartment. Surprisingly, the two were able to carry their near-immobile boyfriends, the four of them heading to Darius’s car.

“Wait…where’s…huff…your car…” Rob panted out.

Darius, as if reality snapped into place, soon remembered he drove a large truck, since nothing else could fit him and his friends.

“Right here babe, don’t you remember?” Darius said, helping his boyfriend up to the wider seats.

The truck was big enough to hold both Marcus and Rob, though the two grew hard as they felt each other’s fat spread on top of the other’s.’

Darius, as if he had done this numerous times before, knew where he was headed and took shortcuts to get to the bar. Even Beder didn’t recognize the way he was going.

“Damn, you been here before Darius?” Beder asked as he stepped out of the car to help Marcus out.

Darius lifted Rob out before saying, “No, but I think I might’ve seen this place nearby before.” Even though the bar was in the middle of nowhere downtown, someplace the college kids never went, Beder bought it, not wanting to question too much.

Walking into the bar, the four were surprised to find it empty except for the bar tender.

“Welcome in, and happy Halloween!” He cheered as they walked towards the bar. Halloween banisters were across the walls near the ceiling, fake cobwebs, spiders and bats dangling from various areas. It wasn’t much, but it felt familiar for Darius for whatever reason.

“What can I get you fellas?” The bar tender asked.

“Is there anywhere for us to sit. My boyfriend might break all these stools up here.” Darius explained before the bar tender laughed.

“Sure thing, but you might wanna look around first.” The tender said.

Looking behind him, Darius noticed that all the booths were incredibly wide and long. It was like they were meant to accompany people who were nearly a thousand pounds heavy, which probably wasn’t too far off for Rob and Marcus.

The four sat down at the nearest booth, the bar tender bringing out menus for all of the guys. He looked like he did a double take before asking Darius something.

“Say, uh, y’all wouldn’t happen to know a Bill Lavery by any chance?” He asked in a hopeful tone.

“Sorry, I don’t think any of us do.” Darius said before the four placed their orders, the tender taking their menus to the kitchen.

“Isn’t Billy Lavery that guy who died in a drunk driving accident like a hundred years ago?” Beder asked as he fed Marcus one of the breadsticks left in a basket on the table.

“I was about to say that. Why would we know that dude?” Marcus said as he quickly devoured the breadsticks.

Darius couldn’t help but feel like he was forgetting something. “Bill Lavery…” He whispered to himself. He almost remembered something but was interrupted by

“Babe! Marcus is stealing all the food again!” Rob said, trying to reach his fat arm across the table for some breadsticks. Darius grabbed some to sate his fatty’s hunger, and so he could try to think again.

However, the bar tender was already back with their food and drinks. It had to have been less than ten minutes, but somehow he was already done cooking all their orders. As he rolled the cart over, it looked like way more than they had ordered too.

The bar tender set their plates out, leaving the ones he couldn’t fit on the table on the cart. “Don’t worry if you can’t eat it all, fellas, it’s just my Halloween special. Plus, I gotta get rid of all this extra food since, I don’t know if you’ve all noticed, but not many people came in tonight.” He explained even though Marcus and Rob had already started eating.

He was just about to head back behind the bar when Darius asked, “Why’d you ask us about that Bill guy?”

“Oh, he was just a good friend of mine. He used to come in here every night with his friends and have a good time. They were big guys, like you, and they almost single-handedly paid for this bar!” The bar tender chuckled before sighing, “But, uh, he was in an accident. Some drunk college kids hit him. He and his friends passed away that night. Y’all just brought back some good memories, is all.”

Darius was shocked to hear the man’s story, “How long ago-” “Alright, I’ll be at the bar if you guys need me!” The bar tender said before Darius could ask anything.

Darius was about to go after the man, but Rob grabbed his thick arm. “Babe, can you feed me?” Darius laughed and held up a greasy chicken wing in front of his boyfriend’s mouth. He decided to eat some food himself, quickly realizing how delicious it was. The four were ravenous before they could do anything else, and they were soon grabbing plates from the cart to eat more.

None of them noticed how they never seemed to run out of food. Nor did they notice how they were growing much faster than they normally did, even with the strange things that happened to them in the past weeks. When Darius tried to get out of the booth for the bathroom, he felt himself jammed in between the table and the seat, even though the booth was designed for fat people. Before he could question something, the bar tender was back over at the table and placing more plates out for the fatties to keep up the illusion of more food.

“You all finding everything alright?” He asked. No response except more eating. He chuckled and went back to the bar.

“Babe, when do you think we’ll go home? I’m kinda sleepy.” Rob asked. Darius looked over at his boyfriend and noticed how his moobs and part of his stomach was starting to rest on the table. His beard had grown denser and further across his face. Marcus looked to be in a worse position than Rob, his body starting to break the table. Beder had one hand below the table, doing various things, and one hand eating.

“Don’t worry about it babe. I think we’re going to be here for a while.” Darius said as he kissed his boyfriend and fed him some pasta.

The bar tender looked over at the four in his empty bar. Smiling out of sight he whispered to himself.

“Happy Halloween, Bill.”

#weight gain #male weight gain #gay weight gain #weight gain story

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neutinya · 4 years ago

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Some relationships are you, a human, with a human partner, and other are you, a human, and your 240cm tall monster bf, but that's okay - !! I included their backstory as well as the setting up of the general context for this AU below the cut so if you’re interested,,, do consider reading it fhdjdj;;; I'm really happy with how this turned out and it's super fun to draw monster tooru and his 4 arms lmao I'm super excited for this AU;;; I really wanna draw more of it dndjjxjd

Iwa is monster-hunter royal blood. However he doesn't want to be heir to the monster hunter shit so he decided to run away the day before his coronation??

As a kid he would play with all the monster animals near the forest which is where he met his lizard familiar and llama ceb. The day he runs away he brings them with him??

The moment he ran away from his kingdom and title as prince he was immediately hunted down by hunters sent by his own family for dishonouring them the Iwaizumi name. Like he's straight up wanted??? ahhh

Somewhere along the way he meets Tooru and they probably wouldn't get along at the start

?? Like they meet at some weird beer house?? And Iwa obviously sticks out because he's human and humans aren't exactly super welcomed because of the history between monsters and humans. Iwa being oblivious to the monster world obviously doesn't realise why this four armed dude won't stop pestering him in spite of his attempts to keep a low profile.

Tooru had approached him because he was sure if he didn't step in, Iwa would have been killed

Iwa was initially extremely resistant to Tooru's "advances" until Tooru whispers into Iwa's ear that "I don't know if you realised but almost every monster in this beer house is staring at you with the intent to kill, so unless you want to leave this place alive, play along and let me get you out of here"

And Iwa just looks around the room and he realises that Tooru was right so he plays along and they try to leave but one of the monsters in the beer house walks up to them and asks Tooru to back off so they could kill Iwa, and Tooru is just like "no can do, he's a friend of mine" and the dude is just like "move." But Tooru is adamant much to the annoyance of the other. A fight kinda breaks out, but much to Iwa's surprise, Tooru managed to take all of them down with ease

As they go aside, Iwa just asks Tooru why doesn't he want to kill him like the rest of the monsters and Tooru is just 🤷🤷🤷🤷🤷 Iwa apologises for causing such a big commotion and getting Tooru involved unnecessarily. Tooru says it's not a problem and Iwa not really having that much money on him, asks if he could return him in some other way? He offers a family heirloom at first but Tooru is just like "Not interested, although how about you let me tag along wherever you're headed?"

Iwa’s response is just "???" Tooru says "look, you aren't getting anywhere in these parts as a human, if I tag along, you won't have to worry too much about being killed and you returned the favour, it's a win win."

So that's how they kinda go off on their journey!!! Iwa actually learns a lot about monsters from Tooru who seemed much more knowledgeable than he looked (no offense to Tooru but that was Hajime’s genuine first impression) There were so many different types of monsters and Iwa was just?? So amazed and almost excited that there were so many things for him to learn and explore??

Like okay they had a bad first impression but he was kinda starting to like Tooru as a companion, listening to way Tooru told all those stories offered him a comfort that he never had back at home

Tooru did most of the talking honestly but Iwa was always intently listening and Tooru could tell he was intrigued and super attentive so he didn’t mind

He did ask Iwa about why he was wandering around in the first place and why the hell was he just traversing across the land with no plan or knowledge of the terrain. Iwa tells Tooru he ran away from his family but neglected to tell Tooru he was of royal monsterhunter blood. Iwa fires back the same question and Tooru responds saying “I get bored of spending all my time in the same old place every day.” neglecting to tell Iwa the fact that he too was of royal blood, the king to one of the many monster kingdoms. (Actually one of the most feared in fact??)

I was thinking the four armed form isn't his real monster form but a less scary version, he's actually a huge fearsome beast but he would walk around in this form to blend with the common folk. This also explains why people don’t recognize him, because if they really knew who he was, they’d be terrified of him.

Tooru is extremely flirty and generally enjoys teasing Hajime. Iwa's lizard does not like Tooru at all. It would be sitting on Iwa's shoulder, breathing small fireballs at Tooru whenever the brunette got too close- For example, when Tooru tries to wrap an arm around Iwa's shoulder or waist, Haji’s lizard would get extremely angry and began attacking him. Tooru is super upset about this tiny little creature preventing him from getting close to his new human companion, but nevertheless, he learns to pick moments where the lizard is asleep to try and engage with Haji

Sidenote, Iwa is a really fucking good archer and good at knives. He may not have had the heart to be a monster hunter, but he definitely had the physical skills to be one if he desired.

Of course there’s a bunch of shenanigans, but honestly speaking there’s also a good amount of sexual tension?? They have a lot of moments where they kinda save each other, whether it be having run ins with unfriendly monsters or humans, to navigating dangerous terrain and making hard decisions;;

They grow to be rather close friends I would dare say;; In fact, for the most part, Tooru would be Iwa's first genuine friend :(( Iwa was never given the luxury of having friends growing up. He spent most of his time training to be a monster hunter or learning about them, which is why he grew super attached to Tooru platonically at first

Once they have a pretty mean run in where Tooru ends up seriously hurt;; Iwa was so scared that he would lose Tooru at that moment;; Tooru fake dies to kinda tease Iwa but he didn't expect Iwa to cry, so as Iwa is there like "don't die on me you idiot-" Tooru "comes back to life" and is all like "awww is Iwa-chan crying because of me?" And Iwa, embarrassed, just punches him in the chest and wipes away his tears like "shut the fuck up asshole"

Tooru is just like "ow- I may not be dead but I'm still kinda hurt you know?" And Iwa feels bad so he just tries to play it off like "that's what you deserve dumbass" before treating Tooru's wounds. They end up spending the night at this cave near a lake where they decided to stay for a few days since Tooru was pretty beat up and the weather was pretty bad

Haji pretty much nursed Tooru back to health, finding berries, herbs and all that during the day in order to make medicine and food

I think at one point Tooru comments "You're really good at this kinda thing huh?" And Iwa is just confused like "good at what?" And Tooru elaborates "taking care of people. Not everyone can make medicine like you do you know?" And Iwa just says it was nothing and he learned most of it from reading when he was a kid

Also like I said the weather was pretty bad so imagine Iwa curling up next to his llama and lizard for warmth. Tooru finds it so fucking adorable??? Clearly the two of them loved Iwa and vice versa, but he couldn't help but feel a little jealous at the sight uxjxhdh

So like one night he just casually says "you guys sure look warm over there" and Iwa just looks at him like 😐

"I gave you my cape you know" and Tooru just "Monsters can't regulate heat like humans do, at least not my species" That was a lie but Iwa didn't know that, so he kinda just looks at Tooru funny before scooting over to Tooru and lying down next to him. His llama and lizard follow, and scoot on Tooru's other side so Tooru is kinda sandwiched in between Haji and the pets. Iwa just mumbles a quiet "now go to sleep dumbass" and Tooru just smiles like a fucking idiot

Iwa quickly dozes off but Tooru not so much, when he was sure Iwa was asleep he gently drapes the cape over Iwa instead before going to bed himself

The next day Iwa is the first to wake up and much to his fucking surprise, he was pretty much incapable of moving because Tooru had somehow wound up hugging him with two of his arms. He was so embarrassed he thought he could die so he could only stay there and not do anything. After while he realises that staying like that could only mean more mental suffering so he slowly tries inching away from Tooru to which he eventually succeeds

He does his morning routine which was to look for berries and herbs because Tooru needed quite a bit of medicine. Tooru was definitely close to being back to his healthy normal self but he still needed to make sure that everything was in check

#oiiwa #iwaoi #I fell in love with a monster king #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#my art #Iwaizumi Hajime #oikawa tooru #apparently I'm a monster fucker now #and because of that I ended up projecting onto iwa #help

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crash-cinematic-universe · 4 years ago

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tiger lilies, self destructing, and richard siken

pairing: peter maximoff/reader

summary: to peter maximoff, love is an anomaly that scares him more than anything else. however, you might be able to help him overcome his fear.

warnings: language! but that’s about it. kind of cheesy at some points but yknow what im not lactose intolerant

notes: this is the monsterous fic thats been kicking my ass this past week (6.2k words babey!!!) i was originally going to add ~~steamy~~ section to this one but i decided against it to make it readable for those who don’t wanna see that kind of stuff. if you want me to separately publish that then just lmk!! (if any of yall wanna talk about richard siken to me then please do, his work is so good)

taglist: @stranger-names , @gooseyhouse , @parkersdarling

To Peter Maximoff, physical affection has always been a touchy subject-- no pun intended. His speed is a blessing, but also a bitter curse. He moves at the speed of sound, bouncing off the walls and tearing up the roads; he moves impossibly fast, and no one ever tries to catch up with him. People get tired of Peter rather quickly, not bothering to get attached to him when they know they can’t keep up.

That’s why it’s so jarringly startling when you decide to stick around. When faced with the grand decision of throwing in the towel and leaving Peter behind or sticking around and trying your best, you chose the latter. It was surprising, to say the least. Peter waited patiently for the distance between the two of you to start growing; he waited for the void you once filled to open up again. However, the void never emptied, and the distance never grew.

To anyone else, this would be a wonderful experience. Knowing that you wouldn’t be left behind or forgotten about would be comforting to anyone else in Peter’s position. However, this did the exact opposite for Peter. He wasn’t comforted or relaxed, on the contrary, he was always on edge. The future was cruel, and the mystery of it all felt like torture.

To quote the great Richard Silken, “Someone has to leave first. This is a very old story. There is no other version of this story.” Peter lived and breathed by this ideology, that everyone he loves would have to leave eventually, whether it be by their own volition or not. It was obvious that you didn’t plan on abandoning ship anytime soon, so Peter decided he’d take matters into his own hands. If you weren’t going to be the first one to walk away, then he’d be the one to run away from you. He soon came to learn that loneliness was at its most bitter when you’ve come to taste the sweetness of love.

Love was a strange, complicated beast that Peter Maximoff had never dealt with before. If he were to be completely honest, love scared him. It scared him more than dying scared him. To Peter, death was an escape. Death was the end of a tiring journey, it was safe and simple and easy. Love was the opposite, it was the mouth of a dragon and the edge of a blade. It was the beginning to something so fragile and powerful, something that could end in flames.

Peter realized he loved you on a summer afternoon. The sun was shining and you were in the shade. He sat down next to you, and within minutes Kurt and Ororo appeared at your side. They seemed so put together, so sure and strong. Peter felt out of place-- he felt as if he were standing outside of a cabin looking in through the window at your wonderful friendships. He watched with his nose pressed against the glass as you walked across the room and opened the cabin door to let him in.

Peter realized he was in love with you in the middle of the night. A thunderstorm raged outside the mansion walls and raindrops kept time as Peter walked down the hallway. You were sitting on the floor of the common room next to a dying fire, a book clenched tightly in your hands. For a moment, he just stood against a wall and watched you. As creepy as he felt, a part of him believed he’d ruin your night by making himself known. He was okay with being a fly on the wall if it meant he’d get to see you. Peter wondered if there was a world where he had the pleasure of knowing you, without you having the burden of knowing him.

Still, you saw him. And you knew him. And you waved him over with a smile. He felt the urge to run, to leave you here alone with yourself, but he stayed put. Then, one step at a time, he moved forward. He got closer and closer before he found himself standing at your feet.

“You’re welcome to stay,” you told him. He believed it. Peter sat down next to you, letting his shoulder brush against yours.

“What’re you reading?” He asked. Peter already knew what you were reading, he read the cover of the book the moment he sat down, but he still wanted to hear it from you.

“Crush by Richard Siken,”

“Oh. What’s it about?” Peter already knew what it was about. He’d read it at least fifty times.

“It’s kind of hard to explain. I’d much rather just read it to you and let you decide for yourself,” Peter’s stupid little heart lurched, and he almost cried at the thought. He held it together, though.

“That would be nice,” He said softly.

“Sorry about all the writing in the margins, I can’t help myself sometimes.” Peter scanned the sides of the pages, marveling at your notes. Some of them were reactions, littered with exclamation points and question marks and bold letters. Some of them were underlined phrases and little doodles-- most notably a little drawing of a chameleon on a tiger lily. He loved them.

“It’s okay. Literature is meant to be marked up-- what’s the point of reading if you don’t get to share the love?”

“That’s a good point,” You grinned. Then, the reading began, and you allowed Peter to rest his head on your shoulder as you read to him. Even though he’d heard the poems a billion times by now, they sounded brand new coming from you. He listened closely. You were arriving at his favorite part, “You are Jeff” section 24.

“You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won’t tell you that he loves you, but he loves you...” You read on, not noticing the way Peter’s eyes had shifted from the book you were holding to your face. Peter’s mind wanders, and he curses himself for missing the lines you were reading “... You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and you’re trying not to tell him that you love him, and you’re trying to choke down the feeling, and you’re trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you’ve discovered something you didn’t even have a name for.”

Peter felt like he was going to cry. You kept reading and he kept looking. It was getting late, and Peter was getting tired. Your voice had softened and slowed, and the fire that was burning in the fireplace had all but died. Peter was the one that fell asleep first, and you followed closely after. Both of you had lingering smiles on your faces.

Intimacy is an odd thing, isn’t it? Thinking critically, intimacy is just vulnerability with more layers. It’s the closeness between people, it’s allowing yourself to connect with someone you care about. It’s stripping yourself down to muscle and bone and hoping the other person doesn’t let you bleed out. It’s a level of trust that is more than closing your eyes and falling backwards; it’s closing your eyes and letting them push you over the edge into the unknown, and trusting them enough to know you’ll be okay when you hit the ground.

It didn’t take long for Peter to realize that he had trouble with being intimate with other people. Too many times had trusted someone to push him over the edge, only to realize he’d be shattered when he hits the ground. After that, he decided intimacy was overrated. It’s not like anyone was going to have that kind of relationship with him, anyway.

Of course, then you came along and uprooted his entire worldview, like you had with everything else. He found himself thinking about you at every waking moment, which inevitably led to him… thinking about you at every waking moment, if you catch my drift. Sure, intimacy involves more than just physical intimacy, but Peter knows he can’t ignore the feeling that rises in his stomach whenever he’s around you. For the first year or so of your relationship, Peter became very familiar with the feeling of an ice-cold shower.

What Peter didn’t take into consideration was you. For some reason, Peter struggled to understand the fact that you were just as attracted to him as he was attracted to you. It was no secret that Peter was insecure, but he never really realized how much his insecurity affected his relationships. If he couldn’t love himself, how could anyone else? Peter is the only one who gets to see his persona in its truest form, and every time he has to avert his eyes. It’s safe to say his physical appearance has been the cause of very many painful-- and occasionally tear-filled-- sleepless nights.

He told you this. He told you everything. He told you about Erik, he told you about his childhood, he told you about everything he loved and hated and feared and yearned for. That ordeal alone was scary enough, knowing that at any moment you could decide you didn’t want to deal with him anymore, but as always, you stuck around. You told him everything. You told him about your family and your struggles. You told him about everything you loved and hated and feared and yearned for, and not once did Peter even think that he wanted to walk away. This is the kind of intimacy that, over the years, Peter had struggled with less and less.

Still, it was the sexual aspect of intimacy that freaked him out. It was a beast he’d never dealt with, a feat he’d never faced. That being said, as every day went by Peter became more and more… frustrated. He didn’t know how to approach the subject, so he'd just let the subject approach him and wing it.

And as he sat on his bed watching as you twirled around to Tears for Fears “Everybody Wants To Rule The World”, Peter realized he didn’t have much to worry about.

“Dance with me, dollface,” you laughed, reaching out for him. You looked like someone straight out of a movie, the lim blue light coming from Peter’s arcade machines illuminating a halo above your head. You put Molly Ringwald and Emilio Estevez to shame. Peter took your hand, grinning like an idiot as you twirled him around.

There he was, dancing in his mother’s basement with his favorite person in the entire world. He wasn’t a great dancer, and neither were you, but that didn’t matter. Peter was dreading this visit-- he hated the idea of being back in the basement that made him feel like a failure. But you assured him that you’d be there with him, and that getting to see his family would make it all worth it. His family isn’t what made it worth it, though.

“Brain Damage” by Pink Floyd came next, slower and a bit more somber, but still danceable. Your arms shifted to around his neck, pulling him closer than he already was. Somehow, you ended up with your back against the wall as the song came to a close. He kissed your forehead, then your cheek, then your lips.

“I love you,” Peter spoke softly. This was a small victory-- he’d been so scared of the mere idea of loving someone. You were the only one who got to hear his love confessions. They were for you, and for you only.

“I love you too,” Peter would never, ever get tired of hearing that. Knowing that you love him is enough to keep him going for a hundred years. And he knows the odds, he knows that love is rocky and painful as much as it is beautiful. He knows that love can feel sweet in the beginning and go sour overtime. He knows that first, second, third relationships don’t always work out. But he thinks this is going to work out. And Peter doesn’t think this will ever go sour. Maybe that’s his blissful ignorance talking, maybe he’s jinxing it, but at this moment, he doesn’t care. Right now he is at his happiest, at his most content.

“You wanna watch a movie?” You asked softly, pecking Peter on the cheek. He could feel the warmth radiating off of you, and Peter grinned. In an instant the tv across the room began playing the opening credits to the first movie that popped into his head.

“The Breakfast Club?” You questioned. Peter shrugged.

“What can I say, I’m a sucker for a good coming-of-age kind of movie,”

You sat against the headboard of Peter’s bed, allowing Peter to settle beside you. Your head rested on his shoulder, and he was quick to grab your hand. Peter loved the closeness. Over the past year, he’d come to realize he was a very affectionate person. Previously, Peter hadn’t known soft, physical love; the only time anyone would ever touch him would be as punishment or defense, not love. Love. Peter had gotten more comfortable with the idea of love, because when he thinks of love he thinks of you.

Every good story has a villain. A villain that you love to hate, or hate to love. A villain you can sympathize with, a villain you can’t excuse, a villain that the mere mention of makes you sick to your stomach. An unexpected villain. An obvious villain. A villain that’s just trying his goddamn best. Sometimes the villain is defeated, sometimes the villain changes their evil ways. Sometimes the villain dies and the crowd cheers.

Peter Maximoff never thought he’d be the villain of his own story. He tried his hardest to be a good person, but there was always that side of him that made him afraid. He was like an explosive; whenever someone got too close, he’d detonate and destroy everything around him. It was a self-defense tactic, albeit counterproductive.

It killed you to see him that way. He told you about the relationships he’d lost to himself. He told you about the abandonment and the loneliness. It broke your heart. He tried to distract himself, drowning himself in work so he’d never have the opportunity to ruin what he had with you. Peter Maximoff was a walnut tree; every time he planted his roots and began to grow, he’d kill anything that grew too close. However, the constant working started to wear Peter down.

It started with the late nights. He’d collapse next to you at four AM, knocking out the minute his head hit the pillow. Still, he’d be awake before you were, already scrambling around trying to complete various tasks. He was like a machine that was running from it’s problems. The late nights turned to all-nighters, and the few hours Peter managed to salvage set aside for sleep had shrunk to a few minutes at a time. He didn’t eat anything with even a hint of nutritional value. At this rate, he was going to work himself to death.

The worst part? Peter knew what he was doing. He wasn’t stupid. He just needed to shut up the little voice in his head that urged him to act out. The entirety of his childhood, Peter destroyed what he created. The need to be isolated, the feeling that he deserves to be alone spread throughout his body like a cancer. He locked himself away in the basement, trying desperately to stay out of everyone’s way so they wouldn’t shut him out. People tried to coerce him out of his cave, to pull him out of the bottomless pit he threw himself into. Peter saw them as the sirens trying to lure him into the ocean of loneliness, and he wasn’t going to fall for it. In his eyes, anyone who tried to help him were the villains of his amazing, heroic tale. Fortunately for him, one by one, they started to give up on helping him. They thought he was a lost cause; a fucking loser who was destined to wallow in his own self-pity until he died. At first, this was a triumph. He defeated them, he outwitted the sphinx and slayed the dragon. But a part of him hated himself for becoming the worst-case scenario that every parent feared their child would grow up to be.

He pulled himself out of his pit and back onto his feet, all by himself. It was hell on Earth, but he did it. That cancerous feeling of uselessness retracted back into itself, now residing in the place next to Peter’s heart. However, that horrifying fear of becoming a burden began to grow again, this time when Peter was in his mid-20s. He began to overcompensate, and that led him to where he was; always on the brink of collapse, running on nothing but coffee and twenty minutes of sleep. In return, Peter got to have friends. In his mind, that was fair. In your mind? Not even close.

You managed to catch him in his bedroom as he was in the midst of simultaneously scribbling in a notebook and reading an open novel. Peter Maximoff would always be the most beautiful person in the world in your eyes, but at that moment, he looked like hell. Your plan seemed foolproof, but then again, you weren’t sure what you were walking into. Lately, Peter didn’t seem like himself. Probably because of the lack of sleep.

“Peter?” He looked up at you, eyes half-lidded. “I got you something.”

“You did?” A sleepy smile was all he could muster, but that was google enough for you.

“I did. It’s to mark exactly three years since I first met you,” you sat down on his bed, placing the small wrapped book right next to you. Peter glanced at the calendar on the wall-- oh god, you were right. It’s been three years to the day and he forgot. He deserves the title of “World’s Worst Boyfriend”. Scott will probably be upset that he’s losing his title.

“What’re you up to?”

“Finishing up some old work I’ve been putting off,” he punctuated his sentence with a yawn. “Some of my old work and some of Hank’s, too.” “Why are you doing Hank’s work?”

“He seemed stressed about something, thought I might help clear his head,” The sentiment is sweet, you’ll give him that.

“Alright, well, can we talk for a minute?” Alarm bells went off in Peter’s brain. There has never, in the history of the universe, been a good conversation that started with ‘can we talk for a minute?’ or any of it’s cruel variants.

“Actually, I’m kind of busy right now, can this wait?” It was obvious that the answer to that was no, but still, he felt the need to ask.

“Not really, no. It’s important.” Peter saw the next few seconds playing out in his head. The inevitable had come to fruition; you realized that you could do better, and now you were cutting him loose. He couldn’t blame you, not really, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t going to rip him to shreds. He realized that whatever you brought for him was most likely a parting gift. How sweet.

“Oh. Alright.”

“Well, I’m going to give it to you straight,” you sighed. “I’m worried about you, Peter.”

Oh. He’s heard this speech before, he knows the spiel. He can vaguely recall a guidance counselor telling him the exact same thing before Peter decided to call him a slew of expletives. The tar pit in his chest began to grow.

“I’m fine.” This was a lie. The first lie in a long chain of lies that Peter was about to tell to you, his favorite person in the world. He loved you, but in that moment his vision clouded over. You weren’t the person he loved and cherished anymore, no, you were just another faceless blur that provided a temporary escape.

“Really? I feel like you’re pushing everyone away, you’re pushing me away.” Peter was becoming more and more irritated by the second.

“I told you, I’m fine. I’m not pushing you away.

“Don’t lie to me,” your voice is firm and unwavering. “You don’t sleep, you almost never eat-- I don’t think I’ve seen you stand still for more than three minutes once in the past month--”

“That’s just how I am,” Peter huffs. He wanted this conversation to be over. “That’s not your problem.”

“Your wellbeing is my problem, Peter, that’s the whole point of being friends with someone. Even more so now, because you’re my partner and I care about you--”

“Then stop,” Peter rolled his eyes. He's more irritable than normal-- most likely because he hasn’t slept in days. He could almost feel the venomous arms of isolation creeping around him. It’s a sick pattern, he knows; every time someone gets close to him, he feels the need to self-destruct before they lose interest. Even now, even after all this time, Peter’s still powerless against the poison in his veins.

“What?” You’re losing your reserve and your stature. He can tell. You’re slouching and picking at the cuticles on your thumb. It’s almost as if he’s been shoved into the back seat, and is now being forced to watch as a stranger takes the wheel and crashes the car. So much frustration, so much hurt, and it’s all coming out right now, onto you. Peter already regrets this entire interaction, but still, he manages to spit acid.

“Stop caring. Just leave, I know you want to. I know every night, you lie awake and think about all the different ways you can leave me in the dust. Not that it would matter to me.” This is another lie. Your eyes flash with hurt, but you stay put. You know he’s just being an asshole because he’s exhausted and too stubborn to admit that you’re right. He’s egging you on intentionally, trying to get you to snap and walk away.

“Peter, god, I love you but sometimes you can be so...”

“So what? C’mon, be honest with me,” He huffed.

“Frustrating,” You surrendered. The poise you once held was gone. “I know it isn’t your fault-- I know you’ve trusted so many people so deeply and been betrayed or sold out and I know you’ve loved so many times and been thrown to the curb without a second thought. But I don’t know what I can do to convince you that I’m here for you, and that I love you. I’ve tried everything, and it feels like I’m talking to a brick wall. I want to make this work, but I need you to work with me.” It’s evident in your voice that you’re desperate. You’re just hoping you’ll get through to him, somehow. “I need you to want it as bad as I do-- hell, I need you to want it at all.” Here it comes--

“You ever think, maybe, I just don’t want you to be that person for me? I’ve spent my life being independent, my entire existence so far has been built around the fact that I’m going to end up alone. People come and people go-- people like you and Charles-- and they tell me they care. They tell me that they love me and that they're here for me. And then they get tired of me and they leave. I wish that you would just leave me the fuck alone and let me live in solitude,” There it was. The lie to end all lies. The words tasted awful coming out of his mouth, and the whole ordeal left his mouth tasting very… sour. Peter had to look away, he couldn’t look at the expression on your face.

“Fine. If that’s what you want.” Your eyes never met his, but you paused before you exited the room. “I know you’re probably just… I don’t know, going through something, but you’re being an asshole. Don’t talk to me until you’ve sorted your shit out. Enjoy your solitude.” You left the room impossibly fast, your fists clenched so tightly Peter feared that your nails would break the skin on your palms. He struggled to keep it together-- why the fuck did he do that?

Peter collapsed onto his bed, and it’s only then that he realized you left behind the gift you got him. A part of him thought he should return it to you, but the other part of him urged for it to be opened. He tore the wrapping paper off before he realized what he was doing. The hardcover book the wrapping paper concealed was handbound, the cover littered with your beautifully familiar handwriting. In big, bold letters The Best of Poetry in the Humble Opinion of Y/n L/n was scrawled at the top.

Peter vividly remembers a late night you spent talking to him. You told him about your favorite poems, outlining each and every little detail you loved about them. Some of them he’d read already, some of them he hadn’t, but all of them sounded like artwork coming from you. He opened the front cover, and you’d written something else on the inside.

“In the words of the wonderful Peter Maximoff, ‘What’s the point of reading if you don’t get to share the love?’. This is me, sharing the love.”

Carefully, Peter opened to a random page in the book. He saw the notes in the margins and the doodles and the exclamation points and before he knew it Peter was on the verge of tears. He was barely containing himself, and then he read a specific annotation you made.

He had opened to the first page of “The Worm King’s Lullaby”, one of your all-time favorites. A specific line was underlined, one that Peter was all too familiar with: “Someone has to leave first. This is a very old story. There is no other version of this story.” Beside it, you wrote:

“As much of a genius Mr. Siken is, I have to disagree with this. If you love someone enough, you’ll never leave them and they’ll never leave you. Even if they die, even if things don’t work out, you’ll always have a little part of them to carry with you. Carry this part of me with you, Peter. Not that I plan on leaving anytime soon.”

That was it. The floodgates broke. Everything that Peter had held back came pouring out-- the past 10 minutes finally caught up with him, and they hit him like a bus. He sat in the corner of his bedroom, his knees pulled up to his chest so tightly he thought his legs would snap. Peter wanted to rip all his hair out or punch a hole in the wall or hold his head underwater until he was nothing but an obituary and a headstone. His chest burned and the pit of despair inside his chest had overtaken his system, and he hated himself with a burning passion. Why did he do that? Why did he do that? Why the fuck did he do that?

Peter Maximoff had his breakdown in solitude, revealing in the fact that he was, undeniably, the villain of his own life.

As it turns out, ‘getting his shit together’ is much harder than Peter originally anticipated. He's trying, he really is, but it's hard. Especially without you there. Peter knows that he fucked up, and he knows that he needs to work for your forgiveness. And don’t worry, he’s going to work for it.

It had only been a week, but the entire mansion could tell that something was off. Life just wasn’t the same without the randomized gusts of wind that would knock people off their feet; no one had been seriously injured or had something stolen from them. The whirlwind that was mansion life, while still chaotic, lost it’s fun.

Charles tried to keep things running smoothly, but he was an old man and didn’t exactly understand you and Peter. People would knock on your door every now and then, but you didn’t answer. You were much too busy analyzing exactly how much of a bitch you were being-- realistically, the answer is 0%, but you didn’t see it that way. No, from your perspective, you saw Peter having a mental breakdown and you ditched him. Pretty shitty move.

What you didn’t realize was that Peter was doing the exact same thing, however, the blame falls mostly on his shoulders, and boy does he know it. He’s been scripting his grand apology, trying desperately to find the right words to express exactly how sorry he is. Peter was never very good with words-- it’s always too hard to know if you’re going to say the wrong thing and mess everything up. Although, it’s hard to see how the scenario could get any worse.

He made the executive decision to start with “I’m sorry”-- a solid start to any apology. Sure, he could stop there, but Peter realized that he’d probably need more to win back his partner. So, he managed to scribble down a few more lines on a tiny notecard he was supposed to use for studying. Oh, what a wondrous redemption arc this would be; Peter gets into a fight with his wonderful partner and ruins their relationship and then struggles to come up with a coherent apology.

“I’m sorry about what I said, that was shitty. I shouldn’t have said that.” Peter’s eyebrows furrowed in frustration. God, he was going to die alone, wasn’t he? Maybe this is the cruel punishment the world is dealing to him, the universe is deciding that Peter’s redemption arc would be better if it, well, didn’t exist. Even so, he isn’t planning on giving up or giving in just yet.

He scrapped what he had so far and started at the beginning once again. His 9th grade english teacher would tell him to write about what he knows, and though he doesn’t know much, he’s an expert when it comes to himself. Peter knows how he feels about you, he knows how sorry he is, and he knows that he really, really, really wants you to know that he didn’t mean a word he said about not wanting you. Peter knows about love, at least a little bit, and he realizes he’ll need more than just words.

His mind drifts to that night, years ago, in front of the fireplace. He vividly remembers a tiger lily and a chameleon scribbled in the margins of your book. Realistically, Peter couldn’t get his hands on a chameleon, but a tiger lily was a different story. In high school, Peter took a botany course because he thought it’d be easy. It wasn’t, it was boring as all hell, but it seems like his slacking paid off. He knew tiger lilies were indigenous to Asia, but they’d become quite common along New England-area roadways.

Peter grabbed his jacket and took off, tearing through the roads like his life depended on it. In less than 10 minutes, Peter found himself in the middle of New Hampshire drenched in rain. In hindsight, he probably should’ve checked the weather before leaving. Nevertheless, he takes off into the small wooded area that laid passed the road’s end. Dozens of mushrooms dotted the muddy ground and mossy rocks clouded his peripheral vision. The rain begins to lighten as he spots a bright orange tiger lily peeking through the remains of a tree stump. He sprints over to it.

The tiger lily is bloomed and beautiful and Peter can’t tear his eyes away from the wide array of speckles and splotches and color. It’s pristine, but some of the petals are torn or wilting. The roots stretch into the stump below it, and Peter leans closer. The stump is old and worn, fungi and bugs eat away at the base next to a large hole where a family of worms reside. The stump is ugly, sure, but it’s useful. It helps keep the bugs fed and keeps the worms warm. There’s a metaphor here somewhere, but Peter is too distracted to find it.

He gently picks the flower and spins on his heel, taking off once again. The rain makes it harder to run, but it’ll take a lot more than water to stop Peter. By the time Peter gets back to Xavier’s the flower is a little crushed, but it’s still somewhat pristine.

He has the flower, he has the apology, and now all he needs is courage. Thankfully, that courage comes quickly as he instinctively knocks on your bedroom door. He probably should’ve stopped to collect himself, but he was riding a wave of adrenaline that wouldn’t come back.

“Go away, Jean,” You called from inside. You sounded tired, and it made Peter sad.

“It’s-- uh-- it’s not Jean,” Peter can hear your hesitant footsteps approaching the door, and suddenly the courage he managed to build up drained. His hands are shaking by the time you open the door. You look up at him, and Peter looks back at you, and suddenly everything is much harder to do. He looks down at his feet.

“Hi.” Your voice is hoarse, but clear.

“Hi.” Peter’s voice is uneven and quiet. You stand there in silence for a minute before Peter pipes up again.

“So, uh, you’re probably still mad at me and I get that, but I just want you to hear me out. I-If that’s okay,” You nod slowly, and Peter takes a deep breath. He thinks about the written apology that sat in his coat pocket, and he makes the last-minute decision to forget about it. He’ll speak from the heart, or, whatever people in rom-coms do.

“I’m sorry. It was really shitty of me to get angry at you because you were worried about me-- although, I guess shitty is an understatement. Everything that I said about, yknow, not wanting you or Charles or anyone else around anymore wasn’t true. I need you guys, and I love you guys and it was unfair of me to push you away. Solitude really sucks. I guess I’m just not very good at navigating relationships,” He exhales, and his chest shudders. “I understand if you don’t want to be with me anymore, I just thought I should make it clear how I feel.” It’s only then that he remembers about the tiger lily in his hand. “Oh, and this is for you.”

“A tiger lily?” you smiled softly. “These are my favorite-- how did you know?”

“I’m just observant, I guess. You usually draw them when you’re bored, I figured you’d like to see one in person,” You gently took the tiger lily in your hand. The silence that hung in the air was deafening, and Peter realized that was probably a bad sign. His chest drops just a bit, and he takes a small step backwards.

“I guess I should probably leave you alone--” Peter can’t get very far, because you immediately jump forward and wrap your arms around him. Eyes wide and heart pounding, you can feel Peter’s arms lock around your waist.

“Thank you,” You whispered. “Please don’t go.” Peter was smiling so hard his cheeks ached, and a horrible weight had been lifted off his shoulders. The close-contact was refreshing; he didn’t realize how much he missed it until that moment. He was pretty sure he would never, ever let you go. Not again.

To Peter Maximoff, physical affection has always been a touchy subject-- that is, until you came along. You proved to him that he deserved physical affection, that his mutation and his personality and weirdo quirks didn’t make him lesser or unlovable. Peter Maximoff deserved love, and you were the one who never failed to love him.

You sat on a wooden chair in front of the fireplace, reading to the group of children sitting at your feet. The emotional lines of “Snow and Dirty Rain” fell from your lips, and with every turning syllable the small group would listen just a little bit closer. Peter did, too, desperately trying to hear every single word you said. Class was almost over, and once the students were dismissed you’d probably stop reading.

“I made this place for you. A place for you to love me. If this isn't a kingdom then I don't know what is,” Your eyes tore away from the page to look at the kids at your feet. They fell upon Peter, and a smile erupted on your face.

Peter vaguely recalls the twisted idea of love that he held as a teenager. He thought love was a dragon to be defeated, a battle that could be won or lost. It’s clear now that love is the opposite-- it isn’t a fight or a battle or a thing to be conquered. It’s more like a flower; it needs to be cherished and cared for in order to grow. Sometimes the flower wilts and dies, and that’s natural, but sometimes the flower lasts for a lifetime.

Love wasn’t a dragon or a knight, it didn’t have a hero or a villain; it was much more like a tiger lily and a tree stump.

#Evan Peters #peter maximoff #pietro maximoff #pietro maximoff x reader #peter maximoff x reader #wandavision #xmen fanfiction #xmen

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iam93percentstardust · 4 years ago

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For your bday prompt thing: stuckony, Tony has to take care of his partners after they get drunk for the first time in 70+ years.

Also, happy belated bday!!!

Thank you, nonnie! I hope you like this story! It was my first time writing something like this and I had a lot of fun working on it!

As always, everything that I write is on ao3 but I’m not providing the link because tumblr hates links

Tony would just like everyone to know that he said the Asgardian mead was a bad idea.

He said it, he did, and tomorrow morning, he’ll get to say I told you so.

Today, however, he has a very handsy Bucky and a very affectionate Steve to deal with, and he’s not sure which one is worse.

Bucky’s hand creeps towards his inner thigh for the fifth time in ten minutes and for the fifth time in ten minutes, Tony firmly removes it, placing it back in Bucky’s lap. “Nope,” he says, ignoring the laughter in Natasha’s eyes as she watches the three of them. “No, we’re not doing that.”

Bucky gives him a very pathetic pout that absolutely does not make Tony melt. “I just wanna touch it a little.”

“And I would like to not wake up with regrets tomorrow morning so hands to yourself.”

“I wouldn’t regret it,” Bucky grumbles, hands starting to wander again.

Tony sighs and firmly holds both of Bucky’s in his, keeping them right where he can see them. “I know you wouldn’t,” he says tiredly. How much mead had Thor given them? It’s been three hours, shouldn’t they be at least starting to sober up? “But I would.”

There’s a low whining sound from his left side. Tony groans and turns to Steve, who lays his head on his shoulder and blinks up at him with those big blue eyes. “You would regret us?” Steve asks sadly, mouth turned down at the corners.

Tony leans forward and drops a quick kiss on Steve’s forehead. “Yep. Drunken consent still isn’t consent even when we’re dating, and even if you both really, really want it, I like my partners to at least remember what we did.”

“I wouldn’t forget you,” Steve murmurs. “I love you.”

The words have been said before but not nearly frequently enough for Tony’s breath to keep from hitching. It still sends a thrill through his body every time he hears it. How could it not? There’d been a long time there when he’d thought he would never have anyone who would love him, and now he has two people.

“I—” he starts to say, but Steve puts a finger on his lips, shushing him.

“I especially love your eyes,” he says dreamily and reaches up to pet them, closing Tony’s eyes as he does.

“I know, babe.” And he does. Steve compliments him on his eyes all the time.

“They’re like dirt.”

Well, that’s a new one. Usually, Tony gets that they’re like whiskey, or when Steve’s in a particularly happy mood, like Bambi. Natasha nearly chokes on her laughter as Tony’s mouth twists.

“Great,” he says dryly. Bucky tugs his hands from Tony’s, who only barely notices. “Thanks, babe. A+ compliment there.”

“Dirt makes things grow,” Steve informs him solemnly.

“That they do,” he agrees, throwing Natasha a dirty look as she continues to snicker. Fuck, where’s the rest of the team when he needs them? How did he miss them all heading off to bed while he was trying to wrangle Steve and Bucky and stop them from drinking the entire contents of the barrel Thor brought back from Asgard?

“So it’s good that your eyes are like dirt.”

“Could be worse,” Natasha says. “He could have said your eyes are like manure.”

Steve’s eyes light up and Tony claps a hand over his mouth to keep him from saying that. He doesn’t think he could stand it. There are a lot of things he’s been compared to in his life, and many of them have been bad, but that would definitely be one of the worst.

“Don’t give him any ideas,” he grumbles and then yelps when Bucky’s hand lands squarely on his dick.

“James!” he hisses, scandalized. He twists in his seat, away from Bucky’s wandering hands, even if that means moving closer to Steve, who promptly latches onto him like a limpet. What is this world coming to that Tony, of all people, is horrified by some light exhibitionism? He thinks about burying his head in his hands and groaning but decides against it. There’s no telling what Bucky would do if Tony took his eyes off of him.

“Okay,” he says abruptly and stands up, dislodging Steve. “You know what? I had high hopes that we’d be able to sober up down here but that’s definitely not going to happen so we’re going to bed.”

“Together?” Bucky asks, waggling his eyebrows. It’s normally a very effective strategy, but tonight he’s too loose to look anything other than ridiculous. Tony bites back a laugh.

No encouragement.

Stand your ground, Stark.

…Even if it’s really tempting.

“Nope,” he says, popping the p. He rocks back on his heels. “You two are going to go to bed and I am going to sleep with Natasha.”

It’s the least she can do for laughing at his misfortune all evening. And besides, it’s not like they haven’t shared a bed before. Most of the team have shared a bed at one point or another. It’s a great way to deal with the nightmares they all have. And Nat’s scary enough that even Bucky won’t dare argue with her, especially once she nods and slides her hand through the crook of his elbow.

“I’d love to have you over tonight,” she says in that sly tone that means she’s rubbing this in Bucky’s face. He sighs. When did his life get so complicated? What did he do in a past life that was so bad he now has to deal with petty spies and assassins with roaming hands?

“Nat, stop teasing Bucky,” he orders. “Bucky, keep your hands to yourself. And Steve, just—” Steve gives him the biggest puppy dog eyes. Tony regrets every single time he’s ever told Steve how effective those are. “Never mind. Bed. You two are going and what you get up to once you’re there is none of my concern.”

“It could be,” Bucky says with another one of those eyebrow wiggles.

“Uh-huh,” Tony says, not impressed. “Darling, you’re so drunk you’re nearly falling over. I’d be surprised if you can even get it up.”

“Oh doll, I can always get it up for you.”

“Charming,” he says flatly.

Steve slides his hand into Tony’s free one, interlacing their fingers and swinging them, happy as a clam. Tony glances over at him and opens his mouth to say something, what he’s not sure. It’s not like this is nearly as much of a problem as Bucky’s leering is; it’s just a little awkward. Before he can say anything, Steve beams at him and lifts their joined hands up so he can press a soft kiss to the back of Tony’s. Tony shuts his mouth again and tries not to blush.

After a moment, he says, “Nat, can you take Bucky upstairs if I’ve got Steve?”

She nods. “Let’s go, Джеймс.”

Bucky pouts but obediently follows her to the elevator. Once they’re gone, Tony turns to Steve, who promptly wraps him up in a hug. “Were we really that bad tonight?” Steve mumbles, voice muffled by Tony’s hair.

He wants to say yes, wants it to never happen again because tonight was awkward-with-a-capital-A, but he thinks of all the times Rhodey and Pepper have had to wrangle him when he had too much to drink. “Worse things have happened,” he tells him instead and nudges Steve’s jaw up so he can kiss him in that sensitive spot right under his chin.

“Good,” Steve says and finally—finally—he sounds sleepy. “I never want to cause you problems.”

Tony smiles fondly. He knows they don’t. That’s why he finds it impossible to stay mad at them when they do things like this. “Come on, honey. Let’s get you upstairs before you become deadweight.”

“You’d have to get the suit to move me,” Steve says drowsily, stumbling along with Tony as they head for the elevators.

“That’s very true.”

Natasha is already gone by the time he gets Steve into their bedroom, and fortunately, Bucky is already asleep, snoring softly as he lies facedown on the bed. “Small miracles,” Tony mutters, shoving Steve in the direction of the bathroom.

He helps Steve out of his clothes, decides against a shower—they’ve tried sleepy Steve in the shower before and it never turns out well—and eventually gets his teeth brushed. By that point, Steve is all but swaying on his feet so it’s no effort at all to get him tucked into bed beside Bucky, who must know on some subconscious level that it’s Steve next to him because he rolls over and wraps himself around Steve like he’s part octopus.

Tony smiles at the sight of them and pulls his phone out to take a quick picture before he grabs a couple things and then heads down to Nat’s floor. She’s also already in bed by the time he gets there, but she’s leaning up against the headboard, reading a book.

“Thanks,” he says wearily as he drags himself into her bathroom.

“You owe me,” she says simply. “Besides, it was easy once he realized you weren’t there. Just had to promise him you’d be coming up soon.”

“You’re a genius.” He stumbles back out of the bathroom and faceplants on the bed, burying his face into her hip. “Fuck, that was exhausting. Was I ever that bad when you were working for me? No, don’t answer that. I think we all remember that party.”

She laughs and cards her fingers through his hair. “You did well, котенок.” She pauses. “But I still took pictures.”

“…I hate you.”

#alle writes #alle answers #stuckony #if you like please consider reblogging #alcohol tw #Anonymous

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nocturnalazura · 3 years ago

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Imagine Us in Heaven

Kaminari Denki x Gn Reader Afterlife Collab

Wc: 2.2K

Warning: Mentions of Death (nothing explicit), some minor cursing.

This is part of @httptamaki and @myrulia Afterlife Collab! This was such a sweet idea and I'm so happy I got to be apart of it! I hope you enjoy my soft little story! Check out the rest of the participants works Here

“I’m telling you like 50 years from now we’re gonna be all old and have grandkids that come visit us and then we’ll be in heaven together for eternity!” Yells Kaminari.

“What makes you think I want to spend an eternity with you? Or that we’ll both get into heaven?” You giggle at him.

“We’re amazing, we'll get in. And! Because you’ve been madly in love with me since we were 18 duh!”

“Oh my god that's rich coming from the guy that’s short circuited the first time I talked to him our first year at UA.”

“It’s been ten years, stop bringing that up already!” He shouts before grabbing and tickling you.

“Aww haha but you were so cute, Denki stop it!” You squeal and laugh as you try to wiggle out of his arms. “Please! I’ll stop br-bring it up!”

“Tell me you love me and want to spend an eternity with me!”

“Fine! I love you and I wanna spend an eternity with you!” You laugh finally getting a chance to catch your breath as his hands fall from your sides to spin you around and pull you close.

Smiling at you with bright happy golden eyes he leans down and presses a long soft kiss to your lips swaying slowly with you in his arms. Pulling away from his kiss you rest your head against his shoulder breathing in the warm scent of his cologne while his warmth wraps you up in nothing but safety.

They always say that your life flashes before your eyes when you die, but for Kaminari it was one moment. One memory of the two of you, surrounded by nothing but happiness as you danced and laughed around the living room of the apartment you once shared. It’s one of the last happy memories he created with you before you were ripped away from him just days later. The last time he thought about the little velvet box hidden in his game room that he couldn’t wait to give you without tears pricking his eyes. It’s the memory that kept him going for five years after you didn’t make it out of that building. And now it’s the last memory he thinks of as his heart stops beating, as everything around him fades to black, and the screams of his friends and civilians finally fall silent.

A bright white light erupts around him jolting him awake, all the pain, dirt, smoke and blood suddenly gone. Sitting up he finds himself in a small patch of grass warmed by sunlight. Looking down he takes note that he’s no longer wearing his hero costume but instead he’s dressed in simple jeans and a t- shirt. Standing up he looks around only to find himself in what looks like a small park that feels like it should be familiar but he can’t quite place it in his memories.

After a search of his pockets comes up empty for his phone or wallet he cautiously begins walking aimlessly through the little park. It’s warm and bright here, everything is so calm and quiet. The colors around him are perfect and vivid, seemingly untouched as he wanders around. A perfect cool breeze swirls around him providing a nice contrast to the warmth of the sun that beats down on him. It’s a little unnerving here for some reason that he really can’t pinpoint. It feels like he’s missing something. As he keeps going a little swing set comes into view with the soft silhouette of someone sitting there kicking lightly at the dirt below them. His pace quickens slightly as he sees them relieved to see someone else until he stops in his tracks when he catches a glimpse of their face as the person spins around twisting the chains of the swing only to lift their feet and spin around laughing freely. Before he knows it he’s running the rest of the way towards the swings tripping over himself before he can reach them and landing rather ungracefully in the grass as the edge of the dirt area.

“You know I always thought the first time I’d see you here it would be a little more graceful?” You laugh getting up and walking over to crouch down in front of him. Reaching out, you softly cup his cheeks and lift his head to look at his face. “I also always kind of hoped I wouldn’t see you for a really long time.”

“Y/n, you’re, you’re here?” He says trying to gather his thoughts as hot tears start to burn his eyes.

“Of course I’m here, you do know where you are right?”

“I-i died saving that lady and her baby right?”

“Yeah, you got them out of the way just in time, and I didn’t get out of the building in time when it collapsed.” You confirm as he pushes himself up to sit in front of you a few stray tears slowly slide down his face.

“So this is it, this i-is the afterlife or heaven I um guess, right?” He struggles to get out as he scrubs at his eyes trying to stop the tears.

“Yep!”

Kaminari stares at you with wide eyes clearly still trying to figure out if you’re truly in front of him. Giving him a large smile you plop down pulling your knees to your chest and resting your head there. Tentatively he reaches a hand out letting his fingers softly trace along your jaw, the soft slope of your nose and finally your plump lower lip. Smoothing the pad of his thumb over your soft cheek he lets out a choked little laugh as tears finally fall freely from his golden eyes.

“I I can touch you.” he says through tears and laughter.

“Yeah you can touch me. I’m real, I’m here with you.”

“I missed you, god I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too Denki.”

Before you know it he’s tackling you into the soft grass, arms crushing you into his body. All over again the scent of all too familiar cologne and body heat swallows you whole. You let out a strangled laugh as you feel tears slowly trail down your face as your hands grab at the back of his shirt pressing him into your further. Kaminari’s body shakes against yours as his tears dampen the shoulder of your shirt. The feeling of you pressed against him opens the flood gate of feelings he’s held in for years since you left.

This is comfort in a way neither of you have felt in so long. You scratch lightly at his letting him take his time soaking up your own warmth and smell. Clearly overwhelmed with finally being able to touch you again, you allow him to skim his hands over your body feeling soft warm skin he never thought he’d feel again. Finally he simply relaxes against you situating himself so he doesn’t put too much weight on you.

“You hardly dated after I died. I wouldn’t have minded you know, I wanted you to be happy.” You whisper into his hair.

“It didn’t feel right. I um I was gonna ask you to marry me.” He murmurs into your neck. “The ring is still in the game room actually. I couldn’t get rid of it.”

“I would have said yes.”

“Yeah?” He says pushing up on his forearms to look down at you. Cupping his cheek softly you give a soft little smile and nod. “I should have asked you sooner. I was always too nervous.”

“Did you think I’d say no to you?”

“No. I just I don’t know shut up.” He whines. “It’s scary asking the person you love to spend the rest of their life with you.”

“Well I mean I did kind of spend the rest of my life with you.” You point out with a grin.

“Five years. I missed you for five years and that’s what you say to me after I tell you I wanted to marry you?”

“I’m sorry.” You whisper not meeting his eyes. Then you hear it, it starts out slow and builds into your favorite noise. Laughter, but not just any laughter, Kaminari’s laughter that’s filled with nothing but happiness. “ You? You’re laughing?”

“You’re such an idiot sometimes. I missed your shitty sense of humor.”

You can’t help but also laugh with him, his laughter has always been infectious to you. The happy sound bubbles out of the two you filling the air around you easily. As your laughter dies down he pauses to look at you taking the soft dusting of pink that rests on your cheeks from laughing. Letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding he leans down kissing you for the first time in years.

His lips are warm and soft as they slot against your own, pouring all his feelings from the past few years into one singular kiss. It’s like nothing has changed honestly, your arms immediately wrap around his neck while your fingers toy with his hair. Kaminari sighs against your lips, completely entranced by the way you move against him. The kiss eventually turns into the two of you simply smiling like idiots against one another.

After what seems like hours he pulls away from you and finally stands up and holds out a hand for you. Reaching a hand up to grasp his hand, you let him pull you up into his arms.

“I know it’s kind of selfish but I’m really glad you’re here.” You say smiling up at him sheepishly.

“Yeah? And why is that?”

“I’ve been waiting to spend that eternity together, dummy.” The smile that takes over his face is worth every amount of pain you had ever felt in your past life. It’s bright and makes your heart fill and tighten up with how much you missed the sight of his truest smile.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” He questions tilting his head like a confused dog.

“I’m just happy to be with you again.” You laugh, wiggling your way out of his arms to start walking. Immediately he moves to catch up with you and lace your fingers together. He lets you pull him around wandering aimlessly through a small town where other people seem to wander as well going about their new lives as if nothing has changed. Finally you come up to a building which you eagerly open pulling him behind you as you race up a flight of stairs. You suddenly stop causing him to slam into slightly, pushing you against a simple door, letting go of his hand. You spin around, back against the door and smile up at him widely. “You ready?”

“For what?” He questions matching your smile.

“For our eternity.” You giggle, pushing up the door to show him what seems to be the same apartment you two shared years ago. Stepping out of the way, you allow him to move past you and explore the small apartment before you finally step in yourself and stand in the middle of the little living room and wait for him. You hear him rummaging around in what you assume is his game room; you sit down on the couch letting him do his thing. Finally he walks back in looking shocked.

“Holy shit, it’s exactly the same.”

“Yep! It looks a little different now that you’re here with me. Some things like the place we live can change a little depending on what we really want. So now that you’re here it’s changed just a little.”

“So we kind of just go on living our lives then?”

“Sort of yeah, we’re free to do whatever we want really. We can eat, wander around, make friends and have fun, there’s ways to get little jobs and stuff if you’re interested. There’s limits to what we can do obviously but other than that it’s pretty nice.”

Nodding slightly he looks around before finally pulling a small velvet box from his back pocket. He fidgets around with it for a few seconds before looking down at you. He gives you a small shy smile when he finds you already looking up at him with wide eyes. Licking his lips he slowly kneels down in front of you, opening the box to show a simple little ring with a small yellow stone in the center.

“It’s um a little late I guess, fuck this is gonna sound really cheesy and stupid.” He says, shaking his head. “But um will you spend eternity with me or whatever this is?”

“Of course!” You shout, throwing yourself into him. Thankfully he easily catches you as you two topple over. “I’ve been waiting for you to ask that!” Laughing happily he pulls you into a sweet kiss as he sits up to put the ring on your finger.

“So guess you really do wanna spend an eternity with me then.” Kaminari says later that evening as the two of you sway around your home.

“I’ll start bringing up the first year thing again.”

“Ok! Jeez sorry won’t bring it up again.”

Rolling your eyes you give him a quick kiss before resting your head on his shoulder while he kisses the top of your head sighing happily.

#kaminari x reader #mha kaminari #kaminari x y/n #kaminari fluff #kaminaridenki #kaminari imagine #bnha kaminari #denki kaminari #Kaminari fluff

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bakusdumptruck · 4 years ago

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Bakusquad Crack Post Pt.2

Hello you beautiful bitches 😌 hope you had a good day today! I was stuck on what I was going to write and decided to make a side story on what happened with the LoV in the first part! So now i’ll give you high bakusquad ft. The LoV🤩

Pairing: Aged up Bakusquad x gn!Y/n x LoV

Warnings: Use of marijuana, swearing, injuries, slight manga spoilers

Summary: Bakusquad gets kidnapped by the Lov, but it turns out better than expected.

✨QUICK RECAP ✨

You and the Bakusquad were v e r y faded chilling on a hill watching the stars

A nomu pops out of no where and you all start attacking, but completely miss

The nomu starts chasing you and ends up knocking everyone out

OKAY NOW LETS GET IT 😈

So... you got kidnapped by the infamous League of Villains

B💥: *waking up* “Fucking shit what hap- oh shit hey crusty 😏 never thought i’d be here again.”

ST(Shiggy)🧴: “Never thought you’d be this easy to catch you little bitch”

B💥: “WHO YOU CALLIN A LITTLE BITCH YOU FLAKEY FU-”

Y/n🥵: *evil/scary ass voice* “Bakugou if you don’t shut the fuck up right now i’ll let his flakey ass disintegrate you. You’re beING TOO FUCKING LOUD 😃🔪”

B💥: “uh... where’d you get that knife from :D”

K💪🏼: “Hey guys, sorry to ruin your moment but shouldn’t we be concerned that we got kidnapped.”

M💅🏽: “I agree... We literally got kidnapped by the people who want to kill us.”

S🕷: “Oh shit, that’s who they are? No wonder they looked so familiar.”

All: 👁👄👁

ST🧴: “Ya’ll are dumber than I expected... anyway we want you guys to join us. You all have powerful quirks, especially you Baku-”

B💥: “YAWWNNNN. No thank you. I already said no.”

ST🧴: “Did you just s a y the word yawn 🙃 *scratching neck* You’re pissing me off. I’ll just kill you then.”

S🕷: “Hold on mr.saltine, before you kill bakubro can we smoke our last joint? This weed was expensive and I AM NOT letting it go to waste. Plus I have even more and it needs to be gone before I die.”

M💅🏽: “Sero please tell me you didn’t bring your stoner pack.”

S🕷: *pulls out his so called “Seros Super Stoner Pack”*

Shiggy’s starting to regret his life choices.

All of a sudden Dabi pops out of no where

DB🔥: “Is that weed? I smell weed. Where is it.”

Sero had the most amazing idea, but not for them to escape no, he has had the most amazing idea to make sure he finishes his weed.

S🕷: “...Wanna smoke with us 👀 I already rolled a joint and I can roll at least 4 more. Don’t wanna let it all go to waste 😃”

DB🔥: “Let them out of the cuffs. I need to smoke.”

At this point Shigaraki is over everything and decides to smoke to distract himself from the stupidity.

So, ya know, Sero does his thing and hands yall the other papers to roll up

*30 minutes and 5 joints later...*

DB🔥: “NO BUT LIKE ENDEAVOR IS A FUCKING B I T C H. HE CAN KISS MY BURNT ASS.”

This smoke session somehow turned into a therapy session.

DB🔥: “I KNOW HE’S MY DAD BUT HOLY SHIT. FUCKER PUSHED ME INTO FAKING MY OWN FUCKING DEATH AND NOW HERE I AM. IM BURNT, MUSTY, AND STUCK WITH THIS CRUSTY ASS BITCH.”

Y/n🥵: *patting his back* “There there, let it out... uhuh just like that”

DB🔥: “I CAN’T EVEN FUCKING CRY. MY TEAR DUCTS ARE BURNT AND I FEEL DUMB AS FUCK CRYING WITH NO TEARS. I LOOK FUCKING CONSTIPATED.”

ST🧴: “Bitch please, you look constipated all the time.”

DB🔥: “Square the fuck up. 😃 Right now.”

D⚡️: “So... we just gon ignore the fact that he’s Endeavors “dead” son?”

Eventually Dabi lets everything off of his chest and goes off pouting in your arms

To lighten up the mood Sero connects his phone to his speaker and picks whatever song came up first

It was WAP by Cardi B and Megan Thee Stallion.

Denki was the first one to get up and starts to rap the first verse. He knew it word for word.

Sero joined in after but also started dancing

Mans was MOVING them hips. Them shits were swaying like it was nobody’s business 💅🏽

WAIT SO HEAR ME OUT, I feel like Bakugou would be a completely different person when he’s high

Yeah he’s still angry and shit but he’d be sooooo fucking funny

This bitch would get up all of a sudden and be like

B💥: “YOU’RE DOING IT WRONG FUCKER. THIS IS HOW YOU FUCKING MOVE”

Then he starts aggressively twerking anyway he can 😭

He’s twerking on the wall, on the floor, ON PEOPLE

You all eventually form a circle around him and start hyping him up

LMAOO ITS LIKE THAT DANCE CIRCLE AT SCHOOL DANCES AND EVERYONE HAS THEIR PHONE OUT

Y/n🥵: “BEST FRIEND SHOW EM YOUR MOVES”

K:💪🏼: “GO, OUUU YUH GET IT I GUESS 💅🏽... OKAY IM NEXT BEST FRIEND. GET THE CAMERA 🤩”

KIRI FUCKING PUSHES HIM OUT

K💪🏼: “dougie 🤪 hype me up 😤🥵”

He does it REALLY bad, but that’s not gonna stop the hype

ST🧴: “AHAHAHA WHY HE MOVIN LIKE THAT. MANS STIFF AS FUCK”

M💅🏽: “Like you can do any better than that 😗”

ST🧴: “Baby please, watch this”

Shiggy starts voguing... and he’s really fucking good.

All: “💀”

DB🔥: “HOLY SHIT THIS IS FUCKING GOLD . YO GUYS GET THE FUCK OUT YOUR ROOMS. Hehe he’s gonna regret doing this. ”

The rest of the LoV members come out and are shocked

They don’t know whether to laugh, cry, or be disgusted

TG🔪: “Dabi... is he okay, wait a minute... wHEN DID THEY GET HERE”

SP🐊: “...I’m going back to my room.”

TW👺: “OUU YUH SHIGGY. GET IT BITCH- this is so fucking disgusting.”

Mr.Compress and Kurogiri don’t even bother to see whats happening

Once the most iconic part of the song pops up YOU AND MINA GO OFF.

M💅🏽: “OUT OF THE WAY BITCHES. ITS THE BADDIES TURN.”

Holy fuck can y/n and Mina marry me already. p l e a s e.

Yall hitting every beat, every move, THE ATTITUDE. Yes. A+. 1000/10

Everyone was screaming their asses off and jumping around

After WAP, Dear Maria, Count Me In by All Time Low played

DB🔥: “OHHH SHIT ITS MY TIME WHORES”

Dabi pulls out a guitar and amp out of thin air and plays his fucking heart out.

Bakugou finds drums and plays like theres no tomorrow

Sero finds a bass and joins in

Y/n🥵: “What the fuck 😃 why is this so good 😃”

The rest of you starts head banging and singing along

K💪🏼: “TAKE A BREATH DONT IT SOUND SO EASY, NEVER HAD A DOUBT NOW IM GOING CRAZY WATCHING FROM THE FLOOR”

M💅🏽: “waYMENT- I THOUGHT HE COULDN’T SING. WHERE DID THAT COME FROM 😳”

Denki adds harmony to the next part

K💪🏼D⚡️: “TAKE A BREATH AND LET THE REST COME EASY, NEVER SETTLE DOWN CAUSE THE CASH FLOW LEAVES ME. ALWAYS, WANTING MORE”

Y/n🥵: “DENKI YOU TOO??? I’m going to pass away. This is too muCH. I’M GOING TO SIMP PLEASE.”

Oop, the best part’s coming up... who’s singing next?👀

DB🔥: “IT WAS NEVER A PHASE MOM. ITS A LIFE STYLE- CAUSE I GOT YOUR PICTURE IM COMING WITH YOU DEAR MARIA COUNT ME IN THERES A STORY AT THE BOTTOM OF THIS BOTTLE AND IM THE PEN.”

That shit was chefs fucking kiss. Dabi has the perfect voice for this song.

At this point you, Mina, and Shiggy were on the floor with tears streaming down your faces.

When yall thought it couldn’t get any better, Bakugou and Sero start harmonizing for the last part 💅🏽

B💥S🕷: MAKE IT COUNt WHEN IM THE ONE WHOS SELLING YOU OUT CAUSE IT FEELS LIKE STEALING HEARTS CALLING YOUR NAME FROM THE CROWD”

Dead. You flat lined. Your limit has been passed and now you’re a hard core simp.

Mina was so glad she started recording because there definitely won’t be another opportunity.

Y/n🥵: “Guys... WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT. HOW CAN YOU PULL INSTRUMENTS OUT OF YOUR ASSES AND PLAY PERFECTLY. KIRI WHERE THE HELL DID THE VOICE COME FROM.”

The boys were sweating and out of breath. They just did a whole performance in the hide out with zero practice.

They stared at each other at the end for a little bit and excitedly hyped themselves up.

Dabi spoke about starting a band forgetting about his occupation and why the bakusquad was there in the first place

Honestly this moment was precious. The villains and aspiring hero’s were getting along because of the weed in their system. This just proves how weed can solve all your problems 💅🏽

*knock knock* “Doordash delivery”

ST🧴: “Oh, when did you guys order food?”

S🕷: “We didn’t order food...”

ST🧴: “... FUCKING SHIT NOT AGA-”

The pro hero’s busted in 🤩

DB🔥: “KUROGIRIIII. GET US THE FUCK OUT OF HERE.”

And just like the the LoV escaped

M💅🏽: “Ya kno what, I honestly forgot where we were.”

B💥: “Same.”

K💪🏼: “We were having too much fun...”

D⚡️: “Ughhh why’d they come so early 😫 we were boutta start a band 🥺”

S🕷: “Wait... why were we here again??”

Y/n🥵: “Sero...baby, maybe you should lay off the weed for a bit 💀”

Aizawa walked in and shot his scarf out to all of you. He made sure to make them uncomfortably tight and pulled you guys right to him.

A🐱: 👺👹*gremlin noises*👺👹

Lol you guys are fucked.

HELLOOOOO I hope you guys enjoyed this story of what went on when the squad got kidnapped!! Honestly my account is gonna have ALOT of bakusquad scenarios since I literally love all of them so much. Not a day goes by where I’m not thinking about hanging out with them 😭 Credits to jazzmonster for the gif 😌 once I saw it I knew I had to use it. Anywayy thank you all so much for the support :’-) I didn’t think people would actually like the stuff I write since its all over the place 😫 Hope you have a good rest of your day/night 🖤

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s-creations · 3 years ago

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Oh, That Imagination

Kids will always have active imaginations. But how the adult handles it depends on what the child is afraid of.

Fandom: DuckTales 2017 / The Three Caballeros Rating: General Audience Relationships/Pairings: José Carioca/Donald Duck/Panchito Pistoles Additional Tags: Growing up, Uncles with their Nephews, Facing Fears, Worries, hunting a creature, Krampus (character), giving a speech, watching a scary movie, protecting the boys, the passing of time, names OCs.

Part of a Series Called: We’re the Three- Sorry, Six Caballeros!

Author Note: I finished Student Teaching and passed my Content Test, so I’m getting back into writing! I do have a new job lined up for the school year. We’ll see how consistent I stay with uploading. XD

“Unca Donald, Unca Donald, Unca Donald!”

Even with the loud warning call, Donald still staggers when something blue collides against his leg. “Dishes! I’m doing dishes. Go and sit on the counter please.”

6-year-old Dewey gave a quick nod before clamoring up. The older duck impressed by how quickly the duckling could climb.

“Now, what can I help you with?”

“Benny said there’s a-a monster living in the sewage of Duckberg! I wanna go catch it!”

Donald let out a low hum as he washed the soap from the glass. This was twice in two weeks that neighbor Benny had told some story about some ‘creature’ they had seen. Dewey, always on the lookout for new adventures, ate each story up with determination and gusto.

“I see, very interesting. What does this monster look like?”

“Like...Like an alligator. Only bigger!”

“Ooooh, that sounds scary. And you’re going to catch them all by yourself?”

“Yep!”

“Well, aren’t you brave. Are you going to bring them back to be studied for science?”

“I’m gonna do it to rub it in Huey’s face. Cuz he says the creature isn’t real. But I’m gonna prove him wrong!”

“It sounds like your afternoon is full.”

“It sure is! Oh, wait, I wanted to ask you if we have a large net that I could use?”

“I don’t think we have a ‘large’ net. You’ll have your bug catching net.”

Dewey let out a contemplative hum. Hand resting on his cheek while his pointer finger tapped out some unknown tempo. A habit he picked up from José. “That’s not great. But I suppose it’ll have to do.”

“Look at you compromising. What are you going to use as bait?”

“Do we have any old lunch meat?”

“No and you’re not using what we have in the fridge.”

“You’re ruining the search Unca Donald! I need bait.”

“How about you take Tio Panchito with you? He had to help his grandpa search for farm animals when they got out of their pens. Didn’t have to use bait to get those animals back.”

“Tio worked on a farm?” Dewey’s eyes lit up hearing this new piece of information.

“Spent a few childhood Summers there.”

“What did he do?”

“Why don’t you go and ask him? I’m sure he would be more than happy to share stories with you and your brothers.”

“Okay, bye Unca Donald! I’m gonna learn about cows!”

Donald silently laughed as Dewey raced out of the kitchen. Childhood stories continued during dinner and only ended when the triplets were put to bed.

“So...should I question why Dewey furiously ran at me this afternoon? All while screaming his demands for me to tell stories?” The rooster asked as Donald joined him and José on the living room couch.

“Apparently, Benny had seen some ‘creature’ in the sewer system. Dewey determined that he was going to hunt said being down. I told him you would help in the search because you’ve helped with finding lost farm animals. That caught his attention and now you know the outcome.” Donald sighed as he leaned against the other, relaxing.

“Do you think the thrill of the hunt will call out to Dewey tomorrow?”

“We’ll see.” Donald replied back simply.

The hunt did not call out the next day. Dewey focused on creating a backyard zoo, he didn’t have time to worry about some creature. A few days later, a pet iguana was rescued from the neighborhood sewers. It appears Benny had actually seen something. It just wasn’t the towering creature he’d claimed before.

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The holidays were busy for all the adults in the household. Donald focused on getting the shopping done and holding down the fort while the ducklings raced around during their school break. Gleefully talking about Santa and what present they’re excited most about. José would be gone for weeks on end leading up to December 25, helping with numerous flights to make sure he had that day off. Starting from October through December, this time saw Panchito with booked weekends of different performances to help get other families into the festive feeling.

Even with having busy and exhausting schedules, they made sure to make time for the triplets. Baking, decorating the house, helping them pick out gifts for the other family members. Every year it was the goal to keep the ducklings as happy as possible.

Which is why Panchito became worried when 7-year-old Louie started acting...strange. Almost what the rooster would call ‘stressed’.

The duckling had started being overly helpful around the house. Doing more tasks than what would be required. Going out of his way to ask if he could help. And, most worriedly, he’d become quiet. Not in his normal way of just relaxing in front of the television. But almost fearful that he was being listened to by some unseen stranger. Eyes even darting around as he moved through the apartment.

Unfortunately, Panchito wasn’t able to approach this possible problem until a weekend late into the duckling’s break.

The rooster let out a sigh as he collapsed onto the couch. Thankful that he was done until the New Year’s celebrations he had the coming weekend. But he was able to relax for the rest of the week to celebrate Christmas. Cautious footsteps drawing closer caused Panchito to open his eyes. Finding Louis standing nervously in the middle of the room.

“Hola Louie, what can I do for you?”

“Um, do you need me to get you anything?”

Panchito raised a brow. “No, I’m fine. Why don’t you join me until dinner’s ready?”

“Oh, um, that’s okay. Maybe I should see if Uncle Donald needs any help.”

“You’re on break. Why don’t you just sit for a while?” The duckling frowned, eyes darting around before settling onto the couch. Still tense. “So, how has school been? I haven’t heard you and your brothers talk about it for a while.”

“Uh...good.”

“Just good? ...Try out any new schemes lately? I know Uncle Donald isn’t so thrilled when you do that. But you always have such clever ideas, makes me laugh.”

“Nope, I’ve been good! No crazy plans from me!”

Panchito sat up a little more when Louie started shouting at the ceiling. “Okay Louie, what’s going on. Are you feeling okay? Did something happen at school?”

The duckling dressed in green wrung his hands as he peered around.

“...Abby told me about the Krampus…” Louie eventually whispered.

“The who?”

“The Krampus! He’s the opposite of Santa Claus! A big creature with long horns and wears a cloak! And he comes after bad boys and girls! He takes them away in his large, greasy bag and they’re never seen again and-”

“Okay, Louie, come here. You’re getting yourself worked up.” Panchito easily and quickly moved the duckling onto his lap. Wrapping arms around the smaller form to help keep Louie grounded. “Breath with me. We’re going to take a few deep breaths, okay?”

Louie gave two quick nods. They remained this way for a few minutes, Panchito holding the duckling close and controlling his breathing for Louie to follow. The rooster only pulled away when Louie had calmed down enough to talk. “Okay, so, you were told a scary story. Why are you worried?”

“Because he goes after bad kids and I know I’m...not good.”

“Why would you say that? You’re a wonderful kid!”

“But I get the most detentions and I’m lazy and I know I don’t do my homework when I need to and-”

‘Louie… Yes, we would like you to work a little harder than what you do now. But you’re not bad. You...take risks. You have a point of view that I’ve never seen before. You’re a clever kid. And, well, between you and me.”

Panchito leaned closer. Louie’s eyes widened with curiosity. “You fight the system and you don’t let them beat you down.”

“...Does that mean I don’t have to wash the dishes?”

“Don’t push your luck. What I’m trying to say is that you’re not bad. You just think differently than others. Plus, if you’re this worried, this might be a sign you should help out more. But I doubt any Krampus will come after you.”

“Really?”

“Really… Also, you know your uncles and I would beat up any creature who dares try to hurt you.”

Louie laughed. Beaming and squirming as Panchito placed a kiss on his cheek. Christmas Day arrived with no mysterious creatures knocking in their front door. Louie was still safely tucked away in his bed. Joining his brothers with running out to the living room and unwrapping presents. Curling next to Panchito as all enjoyed the afternoon glow while watching a marathon of movies.

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Huey took to the Junior Woodchucks like a duck to water.

From day one it became a large part of his identity. He carried his handbook around with him everywhere. Writing his own notes and entries to add to the already thick volume. Gleefully patting his knees as he patiently waited for whatever uncle was going to take him to the weekly meetings. Even learning how to iron his uniform to keep it in tip top shape.

Dewey may complain that the eagerness was annoying. But nothing seemed to damper Huey’s spirit.

Until Huey was tasked to write a speech. As he was top ranked among the troop, he was given the honor of addressing the new member that would be joining that year. A banquet being held with the duckling presenting a speech of his own at the beginning of the event. The duckling was absolutely thrilled at first. Telling everyone he could about the great honor bestowed onto him.

All in the family thought he would triumph over this just like many other things in his life.

José was humming softly one evening, making his way to the kitchen when he heard sniffing coming from the bathroom. The door opened a crack and, taking a risk, José peered in. He found 8-year-old Huey, curled up by the tub and far away from the door. A stack of paper was at the duckling’s feet. Red rimmed eyes glaring at said stack.

“Huey?”

Said duckling’s head snapped up hearing José. Wiping his eyes frantically. “T-Tio José…”

“Criança doce, what is wrong?” José entered, leaving the door open in case Huey wanted out.

The duckling sniffed weakly. “...I’m scared.”

“Of what?”

“My speech…”

José frowned, knowing how excited Huey had been only a few days ago. “Can you tell me what you are scared about?”

Huey let out another sniff. His hand starting to hit the side of the tub as time went on. Which José put a stop to by reaching out to take the duckling’s hand. “I’m scared...that people are going to laugh at me. I keep practicing my speech to make it perfect and I read a bunch of tips but… All I can think about is messing up and people mocking me. Then my scout leader will see me as a failure and strip me of my badges and-”

The parrot pulled the duckling closer, humming a lullaby softly. Huey instantly clung to José, burying himself away in his guardian’s chest. It took a few minutes before the duckling finally relaxed, slumped against the older, hand still keeping a good grip on José's shirt.

“Huey, I would like for you to listen to me. Can you do that for me?” José received a nod, “I will help you with your speech. But you have nothing to worry about. Your scout leader seems to be nothing of the kind who would take away what you’ve achieved. And no one will laugh. We all know you will be doing your best.”

“...But what if my best isn’t enough?”

“It always will be Huey. Never doubt that.” José peered up hearing the floorboards creek. Finding Donald standing in the doorway wearing a look of worry. The parrot gave a quick shake of his head. A silent message that he had a handle on the situation. Donald gave a nod of his own before sneaking off. “Feeling better?”

“...A little. I’m still scared.”

“That is fine. How about we make some cookies? I think I saw your Uncle Donald heading that way before. And while we are doing that, you can show me your speech.”

Huey sniffed weakly. Pulling back slightly to look up at José. “Chocolate chip?”

“Of course.”

The duckling smiled weakly and nodded. Donald greeted the two with wide arms and a smile when they walked in. Huey beamed as he was picked up and given a sturdy hug from his other uncle as José started the process. But uncles gave Huey their undivided attention when he gave his speech. The other members of the family joined them as the cookies started to bake. Dewey and Louie keeping their ‘helpful’ comments to themselves and clapping along when Huey finished.

At the night of the banquet, Huey beamed as he gave a flawless speech. His family cheered the loudest.

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“This is such a bad idea.”

9-year-old Louie huffed, rolling his eyes as Huey bemoaned at his flawless plan. “If you’re going to be a stick in the mud, then don’t watch.”

“But I want to see it.”

“Then what’s the issue?”

“The movie is PG-13! We need parental guidance to watch.”

“You know they won’t let us watch.” Dewey added.

“But-”

“You get two options here Hubert,” Louie interrupted. One hand holding up a finger to keep Huey quiet. The other holding the latest zombie movie that had just recently been release to DVD, “You either watch with your mouth shut. Or you leave and keep your mouth shut in the bed while you listen to the amazingness that is this movie from the closed doors. What’s it going to be?”

Huey frowned. But he ‘zipped’ his bill closed and crossed his arms. Which the green-hoodied triplet took as keeping his mouth shut. With a nod, Louie popped the movie in and sat next to his brothers. All three were huddled together in the closet. Eyes glued to the small t.v. screen that was crammed in with them as well. The movie menu soon appeared and Dewey pressed play.

Donald let out a content sigh as he relaxed further between his partners. Panchito clinging to him as Donald’s head was tucked under the rooster’s chin. While José was curled up at Donald’s side, using the duck’s chest as a pillow. That night was quiet and calm. There was a weekend ahead of them that was just filled with nothing. A relaxing time with his partners and kids. It was going to be great…

A chorus of screams sounded from the triplet’s room. All adults were up and racing out in only a few seconds. Even hard to wake José was on full alert. Donald reached the door first, flinging it open. Fully expecting to see an intruder standing in the middle of the bedroom. Only to find Huey and Louie, sobbing as they clung to each other on the younger triplet’s bed. Dewey was waving his plastic sword at the open closet. His entire being was shaking as wide, fearful eyes were on the open space.

“What is going on here?” Donald called out over the noise.

“There’s a zombie in the closet!” Louis answered.

“It touched me!” Huey added.

“I’m fighting it off!” Dewey finished.

“What- okay- Dewey stop swinging that around!” Panchito walked over and pulled the sword from the duckling. Collecting the blue cladded triplet as he continued to shake.

Donald gathers the other two. Both of them desperately slings to the protection that was their uncle. José took to the closet, making sure it was empty. The parrot raised a brow, finding the t.v. that was still on and playing a movie.

He reached in to eject the movie and brought it out for the other two to see. “Donald.”

The duck looked it over. Frowning, seeing the topic, letting out a slow breath. It was clear the triplets were in no condition to have a stern talking to. Plus, he was honestly too tired to worry about it at the moment. “Okay...let’s go back to our room.”

The other two adults nodded. José turned off the lights as he was the last to leave the boy’s room. Donald rested himself back into the middle of the bed, only with more bodies pressed around him. Panchito cleverly left the bedside light on before he laid down on the bed, Dewey resting on his chest. The triplets flinched when José walked in.

“It is just me.” The parrot assured.

Donald let out a sigh as he gently preened the top of each head. “You’re safe here. Nothing’s going to get you.”

The bed was pressed further down as José laid down. Huey clamoring over into the parrot’s hold. Donald was free to wrap both arms around Louie. Three voices began to hum a familiar lullaby in hope of calming the triplets further. Even with their comforting presence, it took awhile for the three to fall asleep. It was not the way Donald wanted to start his weekend. But he should have known nothing he plans ever goes his way. Even with this hiccup, he was happy to have his family close. Falling asleep with a smile on his face.

Donald was able to take his pent up frustration on the idiot who had allowed children to rent a horror movie. Panchito coming as back up to make sure the duck didn’t kill anyone.

#donald duck #Jose Carioca #panchito pistoles #jose carioca/donald duck/panchito pistoles #The Three Caballeros #the three gay caballeros #s-creations

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bbdaydreams · 4 years ago

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Courage My Love// Semi Eita

Pairing: Semi Eita x Reader

Summary: You like Semi and come up with a plan to confess to him, unfortunately it takes a turn. You meet again a couple years later by chance.

Chapter Six: Shape Up

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“Alrighty, your food will be ready shorty,” the waitress spoke before leaving with the booklets and you all thanked her.

Semi and you still haven’t had a real conversation since sitting down at the table together, just mumbling some words to get through the night which Taka took notice of. “Are you two nervous or something? It’s alright, I’m not scary and you guys don’t look scary. Enjoy yourselves please, besides this is all our treat to you guys.” Feeling guilty for your behavior you immediately apologized to Taka and his band mates and thanked them again for the invitation. Semi did the same as well. You’re both just gonna have to fake it. “It’s okay! We’re going to be spending a lot of time together so I think it’d be cool if we could get to know each other, where are you from? I’m from Tokyo.”

“Miyagi,” you and Semi answered at the same time.

“Oh! Have you guys met before or anything?”

“We went to the same high school,” Semi answered causing you to internally face palm.

“That’s crazy! Were you two friends?”

“We were. Then we lost touch when we graduated. You know, busy busy,” you spoke up before Semi could. The last thing you want was someone you look up to questioning your past drama. Just seeing Semi was enough to remind you of how things went down all those years ago.

“Yeah, this is actually our first time seeing each other since then.”

“Wow, now I’m the odd man out,” Taka laughed to which you did too. While laughing you felt something poke your side.

Semi was sneakily trying to hand you his phone. Semi started branching off to a different conversation with Taka to distract him which you know he did so you could look at his phone without suspicion since everyone else was having their own conversations. You took a quick glance at the text message he typed to someone but didn’t send.

“Can we talk after this?”

You glided your eyes back onto the two singers, focusing more on the ash blonde. You two haven’t spoken in six years, what could he have to say, you asked yourself. Starting to think out every logical scenario you could, you thought that he just wanted to get the confrontation out of the way so you could both do this tour without any issues. Whatever happens, you know that even if you say no, you’d have to talk to him eventually. Might as well get it over with sooner than later so you typed your response.

“Yeah seriously thank you so much for listening to my band too. I’m so glad you like us. I’m actually a big fan of your music,” you spoke, jumping into the conversation so you could pass Semi his phone back with ease under the table.

“Thank you. I really liked your voices and wanted you guys to join me for the last song on our set list. It’s one of the new songs off the latest album,” Taka explained.

“Which song is it?” You asked excitedly.

“Take What You Want. We made the song with 5 Seconds of Summer but I think you guys would sound really good doing their parts.”

“I’m so down!”

“Sounds good to me,” Semi added, amused by your enthusiasm.

“Here’s your food,” the waitress spoke as she set down your plates with the help of another waiter. You all thanked them for the food before enjoying your meals.

The rest of the dinner was actually quite enjoyable. From what you could tell, Haruka and Jiro were mostly catching up with each other, which you understood since they were close their final year of high school. Tomo and Toru of One Ok Rock seemed to enjoy the stories Izumi was telling them while Ryota and Yui were having fun helping Ranmaru and Subaru practice their English. You loved talking with Taka. He was really easy to get along with and made it much easier to break the ice with Semi. You all finished your meals and left the restaurant together.

“That was the best meal I’ve had in forever!” Izumi announced when everybody was outside.

“Right? I cant way to try more food!” Jiro added on.

“What do you say guys?” You and Semi said simultaneously, crossing your arms and turning from each other.

“Thank you,” Your band members said all together.

“It’s nothing really,” Toru started.

“Yeah, we’re glad we got to meet like this,” Tomo added.

“We had a lot of fun tonight. Can’t wait to see what the rest of the tour will be like,” Ryota continued.

“You’re still very welcome. We’ll see you all tomorrow at the venue. Eita, Y/n, don’t forget, two in the afternoon for rehearsal. We’re heading back to our bus so good night,” Taka finished. The guys in One Ok Rock all waved you guys goodbye before heading off.

“They were really nice,” Subaru spoke.

“Yeah, this’ll be so exciting. It’s your guys first time in the US right?” Yui asked Won’t Regret.

“Yeah, thanks again for helping us practice,” Ranmaru said.

“No worries. You can ask us for help if needed.”

“Do you guys want us to walk you to your bus? It’s dark out,” Jiro offered, looking at Haruka for a response.

She smiled at him before responding, “Jiro you’re funny, our buses are in the same lot. We might as well just walk in a group.”

“Girls, you can head off. I’m gonna talk with Semi so I’ll catch up later.”

Yui was the first one to give you a worried look, wondering if you were fine being alone with him. Izumi and Haruka looked confused and curious. From what they knew, you haven’t been in contact with Semi since high school. Tendou was the one that mostly helped you through grieving the loss of your best friend but they could recognize the look of nostalgia in your eyes when you reminisced on old memories with him. They know you were strong, but it was a pain that never completely went away.

“How long?” Izumi asked.

“It might be a while,” Semi answered. “I’ll walk her back straight to your bus, don’t worry.”

The girls reluctantly let left you with Semi while the rest of boys accompanied them. As the groups walked away they would occasionally turn their heads back to the two of you out of curiosity to see what was going to happen. You were known for having a laid back attitude but stepping up and becoming assertive if need be in less than a second. Semi was typically pretty patient with you but it’s best to be careful since he has a shorter fuse.

“Hi,” Semi started awkwardly once his everyone was out of sight.

“Hey,” you responded in the same tone.

“Wanna go sit on that bench? Also, how’ve you been?”

“Yeah, and I’ve been good. You?”

He started walking across the street after looking both ways. “I’m doing great. How’s Tendou? Congrats on your marriage, by the way.”

“Marriage?” You asked confused.

“Didn’t you and Tendou get married and have a honeymoon in France?”

You let out a laugh before responding. “Tendou and I have been broken up for like three years now dude. I’ve never gone to France with Tendou, he went for his career and now lives there. I’ve only gone if it was for touring. Where’d you get that idea from?” You asked, gradually laughing harder resulting in Semi feeling relief. Half of it being that you might be single and the other part being that the laughing is a good sign that you’re willing to humor him.

“I saw he posted pictures of himself with the Eiffel Tower and stuff so I just assumed,” he chuckled along.

“Yeah but wouldn’t it make sense if I was in those pictures with him? I probably would’ve posted a picture of my ring too.”

“You know I follow you still?”

“Yeah, I pay attention to my notifications sometimes. I’ll be honest though, I did unfollow you.”

“Understandable,” Semi sighed.

You both went quiet after that, getting comfortable on the metal bench. Taking note of his expression, you took the lead for conversation. “What was it you wanted to talk about?”

“Oh uh, I wanted to apologize,” he responded, grateful for the dim lighting so his blush wouldn’t be super noticeable.

“Well, I’m listening,” you said before crossing your arms in a playful manor.

“I’m sorry for calling you a bitch. I’m sorry for raising my voice at you. I’m sorry for saying all that petty shit and hurting you. I’m sorry for all the pain I gave you. You know that saying that’s like ‘you don’t know what you have until you lose it?’ Well I lost you, and that was my biggest regret. All these years-“

“Semi, you can stop-“ you interrupted not expecting him to go on a full on rant for an apology. You were fine with a simple ‘I’m sorry’. Never would you have expected the ash blonde to list out every thing he did wrong. It was high school, that’s when mistakes are meant to be made because you learn from them. After walking the earth for twenty four years, you couldn’t give less of a shit about the things that happened. You grew up, you were over it, you have other things to focus on than hold onto a grudge because someone hurt you.

“Let me finish. Please. All these years I never tried to reach out to you because I think you made it clear that you didn’t want to speak to me and I respect that but oh my god I’m so proud of you. You’ve accomplished so much. You’ve traveled around the world, living your dream. I know we may have ended on bad terms but I have never, not once, ever wished for your life to take a turn for the worst. I’m genuinely so happy for you. I’m just so, so, sor- What? Why are you crying? I’m the one apologizing!” he asked, raising his hands to wipe your tears.

While listening to him all you could think about was how guilty you felt. “Because I’m sorry,” You answered, grabbing his wrists to pull them away from your face so you could wipe your own tears. “I’m sorry for pushing you away. I’m sorry for not reaching out either. I’m sorry for almost starting a physical fight with you.” You were letting all your frustrations out at this point from all the emotions you had built up inside you. While you had to admit you were upset with him, you were the one that started it. “I shouldn’t have said what I said the night of the talent show. I should’ve told you the truth. I started this. I’m the one at fault.”

“Y/n...” Semi wrapped his arms around your back, using one hand to guide your face into his chest to help you calm down. “It’s okay. You’re okay.” His voice was soft, different compared to the way he was speaking before. His task at hand was just to focus on you. “I missed you,” he spoke.

“I hmff ugh oo,” you responded, head still buried in his chest.

“What?”

You pulled away from him and straightened your back. “I said I missed you too.” You took a couple seconds to look at him. He looked almost exactly the same as he did back then. The only differences you could tell were that his hair was longer and he looked more mature, maybe a little buffer. It was somewhat comforting. “I don’t get it. I told myself I should hate you after all that happened but I could never bring myself to accept it. It’s weird that we’re talking with little difficulty right now to each other.”

“Little difficulty? I’m not gonna lie, my heart is beating so fast right now. I was so nervous to even hand you my phone at the table,” Semi laughed, eyes not looking away from your form laughing into your hand. “I don’t get it either though. I honestly thought you were gonna hate me and yell at me like, do you really forgive me?”

“How do I say this?” You asked yourself before taking a deep breath to answer his question. “After graduating and experiencing the real world, I realized I don’t need to focus on high school bullshit. We were so young-“

“Now you’re making me feel old.”

“Shut up! We were just teens. Now we’re adults, ya know? With bills to pay and actual responsibility. I’d rather focus on me, myself now than what happened in high school. Am I gonna forget it? No, it helped build the person I am now. Can I forgive? I may be a petty bitch and say I don’t wanna but what’s that gonna do for me? Nothing so I might as well.” After giving your long explanation you looked at him again and took in his features, old happy memories flooding back to you.

“Do you think we start over?” Semi asked hopefully.

“Yeah.”

“Hey, I’m Semi Eita. I play in a band and I’m a bit of an asshole sometimes. What’s your name?”

“I’m L/n Y/n and I also play in a band and can sometimes be a bitch,” you responded with a laugh.

“It’s nice to meet you. Can I walk you to where you need to be?” he asked, getting up and putting his hand out to help you up.

“Sure, that’d be really nice.”

After he helped you up, you started walking towards your bus with Semi walking right next to you. “Hey I’m actually playing a show tomorrow night, you should check us out!”

“No way, what time?” You asked deciding to play along.

“Like seven but you know how it goes, it’ll probably be more like seven-fifteen.”

“Ugh that’s annoying. Can you come to mine? I think I play at like eight.”

“Sure, dude. Anything for my bestie.”

“Aight I’m done. Bestie is too far, dude.”

“What! I can’t call you my bestie even though we just reunited six years after not seeing each other?”

“Correct. We can be ‘friends’,” you said, using your fingers to put air quotes, “but honestly I’m still on edge. Like after we went our separate ways it was hard for me to reconnect with people because it hurt when we ended things. I don’t wanna go through that again.”

Semi sighed, “I get that. Sorry again. I promise I won’t do that again.”

“It’s okay. And you better. Or else we’re really throwing hands,” you teased.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah!”

“Don’t make me go all WWE on you!”

“Oh my god Semi, is that a threat?”

“Y/n!” Izumi yelled which made you focus on your tour bus. The girls had each opened a window to stick their head out of and wait for your arrival.

“Are you okay?” Haruka asked.

“Do you want back up?” Yui followed up.

“I’m joking, Yui,” Semi said, putting his hands up in defense.

“You better, or else I’m gonna be the one fighting for y/n,” Haruka warned with a glare.

“I guess this is goodnight, Semi. You don’t want to throw hands with Haruka, she’s pretty buff. Thanks again. See you around,” you said as you waved him goodbye and hopped on the bus.

“See ya,” Semi responded. He turned around and threw his head upwards to the night sky and let out a sigh before walking to his bus.

Yui with her head still out of the window took notice of how Semi relaxed after you left him. “Hey, girly,” she started, getting up from her spot after closing the window. “You okay? How’d it go?”

“Yeah, I’m okay. It actually went surprisingly well.”

“That’s good news!” Izumi cheered.

“So are you friends again?” Haruka asked.

“Hmm, I guess so? We’re basically just starting over.”

“This tour is gonna be interesting,” Yui finished.

Getting back onto his bus, Semi immediately felt three pairs of eyes glued on him. Jiro set his Nintendo switch down while Subaru put his phone on his lap and Ranmaru stood up.

“We’ve been expecting you,” Ranmaru started with a straight face.

“Yeah!” Jiro added only to be shushed by Subaru.

“Well... good news?” Semi responded, not knowing what to make of the way his band mates were acting.

“Go on...” Subaru said, this time being shushed by Jiro.

“First, I’m gonna be a guest vocal for One Ok Rock with Y/n during their last song. Second, I told Y/n everything I needed to say. We’re friends again. We’re all good,” Semi said with a smile.

Ranmaru took a few steps closer to Semi before lovingly slapping his back. “Proud of you, bro.”

“Woooo! Go Eita!” Jiro jumped up to hype up his bandmate.

“Awesome!” Subaru finished. “Happy for you man. Now, I hate to be the mom here, but we should get to bed. Tomorrow’s gonna be a long day.”

“Good job guys!” Taka said, patting both of your backs.

“Thank you! Is there anything you want us to change?” You asked.

“Hmm, nah. I know most people say practice makes perfect but I think as the tour goes on we’ll improve the performance each night.”

“Sounds good,” Semi said.

“Can I give some feedback?” You asked. Taka and Semi both gave you a nod to go on. “You,” you pointed to Semi, “are being so stiff. It’s your first tour in the US. Loosen up! I’ll be blunt, if how to act now is how you’re gonna act during your set, which is the first one, you’re not gonna grab anyone’s attention. The majority of the crowd probably haven’t even heard of your band. You gotta draw them in.”

“I have to agree with her,” Taka joined in.

Semi grew wide eyed and turned a little red. You were about to speak up again but he beat you to it. “Sorry, I think I’m just nervous. This is all new to me,” he said, bringing a hand up to the back of his head.

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to sound harsh! I just want you guys to grow. Being on tour right now is a big honor so I want you to get the most you can out of it. And-“

And you were rambling. Same old Y/n, Semi thought to himself, letting you ramble while he had a small smirk on his face, amused by the words you were speaking.

“Just perform how you would back then! I think if you brought that energy you’d really get a lot of people hooked!”

“Ya think so?”

“I know so. Can we try again but exaggerate our movements? This dude has to shape up.”

“I’ve heard so many stories about you mentoring the smaller bands, it’s nice to see that you live up to them,” Taka smiled.

“Thank you,” you responded with a blush. “Now Semi, follow our lead. And don’t let us down tonight.”

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pearldouglas · 4 years ago

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forever stuck in our youth- ch 1

summary: A CUTE LIL FIC ABOUT A SUMMER CAMP CLOSING AND A WEEKEND GETAWAY, A SLOW BURN FIC

pairing: platonic obx cast x y/n, eventual drew starkey x reader

word count: 1.7k

a/n: so i didn’t want to write about (redacted) being rudy’s gf since i know like 3/4′s of the fandom is not a fan of her so i made up an oc and yes.... she’s me. i also gave jd a gf too, just go with it bc he deserves just as much love. also i have no idea if madison used to work at a summer camp, pls don’t question it

When Madison walks into the hair and makeup department of set one morning, you can immediately tell she’s upset.

“What’s up, buttercup?” you ask as she sits down in her usual chair. She lets out a long sigh and you frown as you take her hair out of the top knot sitting on top of her head, wondering what’s got her in such a bad mood.

“I just found out the summer camp I used to work at is closing down,” she rests her cheek on her palm and pouts. “I know it’s silly to be upset about it but I really loved it there, it was a big part of my life. Kinda felt like a place I grew up is just getting torn down.”

“It’s not silly,” you reassure her quickly, giving her shoulder a quick squeeze in attempt to comfort her. “I loved summer camp, I can see why you’re so upset.”

“I just wish I could at least go say goodbye to it,” Madison sighs again before looking down at her hands. You’re quiet for a few seconds as you begin to think, the silence filling the trailer uncomfortably.

“Well then, why don’t you?” you ask. She looks up immediately at your reflection in the mirror with her nose scrunched up in confusion.

“What are you talking about?” she asks.

“Filming for this season is almost over, you’ve got a lot of time on your hands. Why don’t you go spend a weekend or something? I’d even go with you! It could be tons of fun!” you smile brightly at her. Madison turns around to look at your face, her eyes bright and full of hope.

“Really? You’d do that?” she asks, her voice about to break. You nod rapidly.

“What’s going on in here?” Madelyn asks as she walks into the trailer, you assume Chase isn’t far behind her.

“Y/N and I are gonna take a trip to the old summer camp I used to work with, you should come!” Madison says, her voice now happy and full of life.

“Is this just a girls trip? Because if so, you know I will be crashing,” Rudy’s voice startles you, you turn around and see him sitting in the back of the trailer and you wonder how long he had been sitting there or how you didn’t notice him before.

“Why don’t we all go?” Madison suggests. “Cline, Chase, JD, Y/N, Mariah, Rudy you could even bring Lily if you wanted.”

“That sounds like so much fun!” Madelyn says as she jumps up and down and claps her hands excitedly.

Rudy smiled at the mention of his girlfriend. “JD will want to bring Tayla too,” he points out.

“That’s totally fine.”

“Great, I’ll be the only single one there,” you let out a laugh, Madison hits you in the stomach lightly with the back of her hand.

“Shut up, it will still be fun,” she assures you and you nod along with her words.

“I know, I can’t wait!”

About a week goes by when suddenly you find yourself packing all your summer essentials in one suitcase and sleeping soundly in a car as you and all your loud friends make your way to what Madison had described as ‘a little piece of my childhood.’ You were excited, really, but watching all the cute couples around you made your heart sink. Sure, you were all happy for them, but you wanted someone to experience a summer romance with you too.

“So I talked to the guy who owns the camp,” Madison explains as she turns around in the front seat to look back at the rest of you. “He said that he left a lot of the old equipment there and that we’re free to use any of it since it’s probably just gonna be donated at the end of the summer anyway.”

“What kind of equipment are we talking about?” Rudy calls from the very back seat.

“Fishing poles, bunk beds, oh and did I mention jet skis?” Madison smiles which causes the whole car to erupt in loud cheers.

“What did you wanna do first, baby?” Mariah asks as she looks over at her girlfriend. Madison reaches over and grabs her hand.

“I think we should settle in first, unpack and get everything ready, then we can go for a good old fashioned swim in the lake. After it gets dark out maybe we could have a bonfire and make s’mores or something?”

“That sounds amazing,” Mariah smiles.

The ride continues on, the sound of all your friends conversations are drowned out by your headphones. Eventually you feel a soft shake of your shoulder and open your eyes only to realize you had fallen asleep on Jonathan’s shoulder.

“Sorry,” you mumble, your cheeks growing an intense shade of red as you took off your headphones.

“No big deal,” JD lifts his shoulders into a shrug. “I just wanted to wake you up since we’re here.” You look out the window and see a bright red cabin sitting under the sun.

You smile and immediately jump out of the car, shielding your eyes from the brightness as you take in your surroundings. It looks just like a cliche summer camp with an arch over the cabin door that says the camp name. You get a feeling you’re on the set of a bad 80′s horror movie.

“So where are we staying?” Chase asks as he pulls suitcases out from the back of the van. You can’t tell if hes being sarcastic or not, considering the bright red double story cabin standing proudly in front of you.

“This is where the counselors would stay,” Madison explains as she gestures to the large building. “And the campers would stay a little farther down. The counselors have a bit more privacy and it’s nicer but technically speaking if you wanna be alone you can stay in the campers cabin.”

“Can we go look at the campers cabins?” you perk up. Madison turns to look at you with her nose scrunched slightly in confusion “As much as I love all of you guys, I don’t really wanna be rooming with only couples and hearing what you guys get up to in the middle of the night.” this causes Rudy to laugh.

“No, you definitely do not,” he agrees as he wraps his arms around his girlfriend whose face you notice is getting significantly pinker. JD lets out a gag.

“Yeah, I can show you the way to those cabins. Are you sure you want to be all alone though? It can get a little scary at night,” Madison asks you, her voice suddenly full of concern. You purse your lips together and nod your head.

“Yeah, I mean how bad can it really be?”

Bad, the answer to that question was.

It turns out unpacking and settling in took much longer than expected and you were all exhausted by the end of it, plus the sun had already gone down so there was no point in trying to go swimming and you were all too tired to start a fire. So you all just decided to call it a night.

And being alone in the campers cabin was definitely not a good idea.

First off, it was freezing at night so you were left to wrap yourself up tightly in your blankets. Secondly, it was so loud. The animals outside decided it would be a good idea to scream outside your window so you were left listening to owls and wolves howl the entire night. However you would have much rather preferred those noises to the ones you were sure were coming from Rudy and Lily’s room.

And lastly, no one talks about how scary it is to be alone at night.

You thought you hadn’t been scared of being alone at night since you were a little kid. Turns out old habits really die hard. You were sure someone was going to burst through the front door and put a bag over your head and drag you off into the night with you kicking in screaming. So naturally this resulted in you having horrible nightmares and a bad nights sleep. But you refused to tell that to your friends when you met up for breakfast in the morning.

“Hey, how did everyone sleep?” Madison greets, holding her cup of coffee with both hands and close to her face in attempts to warm herself up.

“Great!” Rudy announces, his mouth full of his breakfast.

“From the sounds and looks of it, you didn’t get much sleep did you?” you tease him, looking over at Lily who has tired eyes and is in the middle of a yawn. Rudy shrugs.

“What about you, y/n? How was your experience alone out in the campers cabin?” JD perks up, desperate to change the subject.

“From the sounds of it, I think I slept better than all of you guys combined,” you joked even though it was a complete lie. Everyone in the group laughs.

“Are we ready to go swimming?” Chase asks, throwing his napkin down on his plate.

“Aren’t we supposed to wait 30 minutes until after eating to go swimming?” Mariah asks.

“Isn’t that bullshit?” Madelyn rebuttals.

“LAST ONE IN THE WATER IS A ROTTEN EGG!” Rudy calls as he stands up and runs out of the room, JD running quickly after them which causes Tayla and Lily to yell for them.

“None of us are wearing our bathing suits!”

Eventually, everyone did make it down to the water. Rudy ended up beating JD in their mini race which resulted in JD pushing him off the dock which made everyone laugh, even Lily. Everyone else jumped in the water after that and were swimming around for a while before someone spoke up.

“Are we expecting anyone else?” Lily asked.

“No, why?” Madison asked. Lily points to the front of the camp where another car is pulling up. Turns out, this is a campy horror movie which will result in your death.

“Is that-” Chase starts. “No way, he said he couldn’t make it this weekend.”

“Who? What? What are you guys talking about?” you ask as you examine everyones faces and notice it was someone they all recognized. Then, out of the car, wearing swim trunks and a button up, steps out one of your close friends.

“I finished up filming early, now the fun has arrived!” Drew yells, causing you to smile.

Looks like you won’t be the only single one on this trip after all.

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A/N: AYYYY FIRST CHAPTER IS UP!!!! this fic is based off a cute dream i hate that i told tayla @taylathornton about and she persuaded me to write a fic about it so.... here it is. also i hate the ending to this but whatever.

#outer banks #outerbanks #obx #obx fanfiction #outer banks fanfiction #drew starkey #drew starkey fic #drew starkey x you #obx cast

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theladyofdeath · 4 years ago

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Scary Movies {Elorcan}

31 Days of Halloween: Day 11.

All installments co-written with @snelbz

Based on a prompt sent in by anon: “ever since we were kids its been our tradition to binge watch horrible scary movies on halloween, go get the popcorn ready, wait this is much scarier than I remember, hold me”

Autumn/Halloween 2020 {Collection}

Elide looked at her coffee table and smiled. Pizza, popcorn, red vines, and beer. It was the same food, every year, except Coke had eventually turned into alcohol.

A tradition.

Elide’s favorite of the entire year.

It had started in middle school, when they decided that they were too old and cool for trick-or-treating. A scary movie, they took turns deciding. Between getting terrified and getting stomach aches from all they consumed, it created a magical evening.

Now, ten years after their first scary movie night on Halloween, Elide was hosting, and Lorcan was running late.

She looked at the clock on her apartment wall and sighed. If he didn’t show up soon, she’d call him, and yell at his ass.

Elide was on her way back from the back bedroom, having grabbed a couple of blankets from the spare room’s closet when a knock came on her door. She slowed and came to a stop.

Lorcan had a spare key, he could— and would— just let himself in. Not to mention, she’d left it unlocked for him. That realization left her all the more wary with what time of night it was.

Making her way over to her door, Elide reached up on her tiptoes to look out the peephole and she saw—

Nothing.

There was nothing and no one in the breezeway.

Cautiously, Elide opened the door and as she took a step out—

Heavy boots stomped on the concrete next to her as someone jumped out and yelled quietly.

The scream that left Elide was decidedly not quiet.

She threw the blankets up and when her heart rate had decelerated enough that she could breathe, she found Lorcan doubled over, hands on his knees, laughing his ass off.

“Not funny, asshole,” she muttered, not stopping to pick up the blankets.

“Very funny, actually,” he said, taking a deep breath as he righted himself and followed her into the apartment.

“I thought you were a…” Elide’s words trailed off as she shook her head.

She was flustered.

“A what?” Lorcan asked, still grinning as he snatched up the blankets and carried them inside. “A late trick or treater? A murderer? If I was a murderer, I wouldn’t come here on Halloween, El. Way too cliché.”

Her lips pursed together as she shut the door.

And locked it.

Lorcan kicked off his boots just inside of the door before passing into the living room and whistling at her set up.

“You’ve spoiled me,” he said, falling back into her couch. “Now I almost feel bad for scaring the shit out of you.”

“You should,” Elide pushed. “I’m almost thinking about tossing the red vines.”

Lorcan’s grin faded. “Don’t you dare.”

She couldn’t stay mad at him, not if she tried, so instead she flopped down next to him, tucking her Halloween-themed, Boo! fuzzy socks underneath her. “Alright, house rules apply. What movies did you bring?”

Once they got their own places, they added a few more nuanced rules to the list. The person who’s house the movie was at got to make the final decision, but the other got to pick the three choices.

Lorcan ticked them each off on a finger as he named them. “The new It, the original Halloween, or Teeth?”

“Not It,” Elide said, shaking her head vehemently. “And you’re an asshole for putting it in the lineup.”

An unfortunate incident at a county fair had scarred Elide for life and now she was terrified of not only clowns, but also the Tilt-A-Whirl and she couldn’t eat cotton Candy anymore. It was a long story and Lorcan knew every second of it, because he’d been there, laughing his ass off then, too.

Lorcan chuckled and said, “Fine, not It.”

“And we watched Teeth when we were like fifteen. I was convinced you weren’t ever going to look at a vagina the same.”

“My fifteen-year-old boy hormones overrode the horror very quickly,” he chuckled. “So Halloween?”

“Halloween,” she agreed. “Put it in.”

“So demanding,” he mumbled, but did as she asked, nonetheless.

He was sitting back beside her as the menu played in no time. After selecting play, he had a beer and his red vines open.

“Don’t get too scared,” Lorcan muttered, mouth full of candy. “I want you to be able to sleep tonight. Remember, it’s just a movie.”

Elide nudged him with her foot, fluffy sock and all. “Shut up.”

He grinned, unable to control himself. “Don’t you remember our first scary movie night?”

Elide groaned. “Don’t remind me.”

“You nearly pissed yourself,” he said, reminding her, anyway.

Elide scoffed. “I screamed once.”

“And cried twice and begged me to turn it off,” he said, chuckling.

“Why am I friends with you?” She muttered, snuggling back into the blankets and pillows, propping her feet up on the couch. The bottoms of her feet pressed up against his sweatpants-covered thigh.

Lorcan didn’t say anything else, just quietly laughed to himself as he leaned over and turned the lamp off, plunging the room into near darkness.

The beginning of the movies were never scary to Elide, even if the killing started out right away. At the beginning, she could still tell herself it was just a movie. It was as the movie went on, when she found herself immersed in it, that she began to get nervous.

That nervousness continued as she laid awake in the middle of the night, alone.

Every few minutes, she glanced over at Lorcan. At one point, his eyelids were drooping, and she had no idea how he could be relaxed during such a suspenseful film.

Elide had just cracked open her third beer when Lorcan mumbled, “Crying yet?”

“No, jackass,” she muttered, sipping from the can and clinging to her blanket. She couldn’t help but glance at her living room windows to make sure no one was standing just outside.

Elide didn’t realize just how buzzed she was until she stood to use the restroom. She took one unsteady step before Lorcan paused the movie. “Where are you going?”

“I’ve just got to run to the bathroom, you can let it play,” she replied.

“No, I can’t,” he said, raising an eyebrow. “You’ll miss something.”

“I’ve seen it,” she replied, chuckling.

“Yeah, but we haven’t seen it together. That’s a crucial point.”

She rolled her eyes and said, “Fine, I’ll be right back.”

She heard him get up and rifle through her kitchen cabinets, probably looking for something else sweet. As if the entire pack of red vines he’d already consumed wasn’t enough.

When she came back though, she paused. He was in her spot, with his feet propped up, looking like he didn’t have a care in the world as he drank a beer.

Elide cleared her throat.

“Hmm?”

“You’re in my spot,” she said, hands on her hips.

Lorcan looked over at her, one brow raised. “We have spots, now?”

“I’ve always sat in that spot literally every time you have ever come over here. Which is a lot.”

Lorcan shrugged. “I figured we could change it up a bit. I have longer legs. I should be able to stretch my legs out.”

“Your legs are practically hanging off,” Elide protested.

Lorcan blinked. “Not the point.”

With a loud, dramatic sigh, Elide was stumbling back over to the couch.

Lorcan snorted. “You’re drunk.”

“I'm not drunk.”

“How many beers have you had?”

She paused. “A few.”

Lorcan’s grin widened. “You’re drunk.”

“Am not.”

“Had to get drunk to make it through the scary movie, huh?” he teased.

Elide was caught between saying am not and fuck you, and her statement ended up coming out as, “Fuck not.”

Lorcan tossed his head back against the cushions as he laughed. “Drunk Elide has arrived.”

She sat down in his spot and kicked her feet up on his lap. She was expecting him to shove them off or make a joke about them stinking or something else classically Lorcan. So when he gently took one in his hand and began massaging it, she stopped paying attention to a single thing happening in the movie.

His hands on her were enough to cause that, and if she could just—

A scream rang out from the tv and Elide gasped, turning her attention back to the movie, as Jamie Lee Curtis tried to out run Michael Meyers.

When Elide looked back over at Lorcan, he was looking decidedly smirky.

“Fuck off,” she muttered.

“Don’t you mean fuck not?” he asked, those hands still massaging her sore ankle.

Elide hated herself for smiling at him. Hated that she loved the way he was smiling at her. She hated his little jokes and snide remarks. Hated that his massages felt so damn good.

The movie on the screen continued, and Elide had found Lorcan’s hands on her ankle incredibly interesting as the tense music played loudly from the surround sound speakers.

Soon enough, the movie was over and Elide was wondering how an hour and a half slipped by so quickly.

“Do you want to watch another?” She asked, as he stood and stretched. “Since it’s a Saturday and everything.”

That smirk was still in place, but she could see a softness in his eyes. “Can you handle another two hours of sheer terror?”

“I wasn’t that scared,” she mumbled, crossing her arms.

Lorcan only grinned and flopped back on the couch, laying out and cracking open another beer.

She rolled her eyes before turning on Cabin In the Woods, and making her way back over to to the couch. “Where exactly am I supposed to sit now?” She asked, pointing to where his feet were in her vacated seat. His entire frame barely fit on her couch.

He wiggled his sock covered toes. “My turn for a foot massage.” He winked at her.

She scrunched her nose. “I don’t wanna touch your feet.”

He pretended to be offended. “And why is that?”

“Your feet are gross.” She chuckled as she sat on top of his shins. “They stink.”

“They do not. They’re cute as fuck and smell like roses.”

Elide giggled. “You keep thinking that. They stink, and they’re massive.”

“What does their size have to do with them?” he laughed. “Isn’t size a good thing? You know what they say about big feet.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she said, amused as she shook her head.

Lorcan didn’t say anything else, just wiggled his feet free from under her and drank his beer. When he finished, he stood and started collecting the cans.

“What are you doing?” She asked.

He shrugged. “We killed a twelve pack. I’m going to get the rest of the beer out of the fridge.”

Elide rolled her eyes, but she resituated and got comfortable on the couch. When Lorcan returned, he handed her a fresh drink and sat down in the middle of the couch. His arm was draped over the back of the couch, his hand right behind Elide’s head. He began to play with strands of hair coming out of the back of her ponytail.

Elide had to resist the urge to purr.

He handed her another full can.

She didn’t hesitate as she took it, popped it open, and downed it. She hated the taste of beer, but as the night went on, she tasted it less and less.

Lorcan continued to play with her hair.

Elide had no idea what was going on in the movie, but she didn’t care, and wasn't scared at all as Lorcan continued to play with her hair.

To her surprise, he let her relax, didn’t try to scare her, didn’t try to tease her, not anymore. The movie was about half way done when Elide looked over at him to find him already watching her.

“What?” she laughed, quietly.

“You like me playing with your hair,” he whispered, and he wore no smile.

“Maybe,” she admitted.

“I’ve been playing with your hair for thirty minutes,” he continued.

“I noticed,” she said, her voice small as she tried to concentrate, tried to notice if she was slurring her words or not.

She sure as hell couldn’t tell if he was.

They’d danced around this for years, the feelings they had for each other, the other never seeming to return the feelings that they had. Everyone else constantly gave them shit for not just being together.

Elide always touted off the same response about Lorcan not looking at her that way. What she didn’t know is that he always said she deserved better than a bastard.

She tried to look back at the movie to concentrate on who was on screen, what was happening, but those lithe fingers just kept slipping through the strands.

And then her hair came loose, as he pulled the ponytail out of it and flicked it at her.

“Hey!” She cried, looking for it in the piles and piles of blankets.

Lorcan only looked at her, a self-satisfied look on his face. “What are you thinking?”

Elide stilled. “What do you mean?”

“You were thinking something, I could see it,” he followed. “What was it?”

“Nothing,” she replied, a little too quickly.

“Nothing?” he asked, one brow raised. “Liar.”

“Am not.”

“You just don’t want to tell me.”

“And if I don’t?” Elide asked.

He was grinning. “You’re drunk.”

“So?” she asked.

His grin faded. “What were you thinking, El?”

That we should get over ourselves and see what we could be. “That I have no idea what’s going on in this movie.”

“Neither do I,” he admitted, his voice quiet.

His eyes were on her mouth. When she bit down on her bottom lip, his nostrils flared slightly and he wet his own lips. She breathed, “Are you staring at my lips?”

If it weren’t for the alcohol in her veins, she never would have had the nerve to ask. He nodded once.

“And what are you thinking?” She asked, quietly.

“You have nice lips,” he confessed.

Elide hesitated. “I have nice lips?”

He nodded, once, yet again.

“Interesting,” she said, when he said no more, her voice remaining small.

“Interesting?” he repeated.

“Interesting,” she agreed.

They both stared at one another, the movie playing quietly in the background. It was strange, how Elide’s heart was beating uncontrollably throughout the screams and shrieks from the t.v. screen, but not from fear.

Not at all from fear.

From exhilaration, from disbelief, from wondering if she was picking up the wrong ques.

“You’re still looking at my lips,” she said.

“You’re looking at mine now,” was his response.

He was right, of course. She was.

After a second, she cleared her throat and looked back to the television, but she could still feel his gaze on her from time to time.

During one of the bloodiest scenes she’d ever seen, Lorcan suddenly paused the movie. “Do you hear that?”

Elide snorted. “I’m not falling for that.”

“I’m serious,” he said, looking behind them, towards the window. “You don’t hear that?”

The tone of his voice was unsettling. She pulled her feet up onto the couch, even though she had no idea what he was hearing. She couldn’t hear anything. “This isn’t funny, Lor. Stop it.”

He quickly got up and went to the front door, making sure it was locked, before looking out the window. Elide’s heart was racing. She still hadn’t heard anything, he hadn’t-.

“Oh gods, I was right,” he said, hurrying back to the couch.

She was pretty sure she was going to have a panic attack. “What is it?”

“It’s the… the…” He swallowed harshly and looked at her. “The tickle monster.”

“Damn it Lor-.”

He was flying to her side of the couch and tickling her sides, making her squirm, making her laugh, making her scream before she could even finish her sentence.

“Lorcan!” She cried, trying to push him away, but he was massive and when he was on a tickle mission, he was going to see it through.

“Lorcan!” She said, again, getting a good hit on his chest this time.

Lorcan’s laugh was contagious, his smile bright, and it wasn’t until Lorcan’s fingers stopped dancing along her sides that Elide realized how they were laying.

He was on top of her, his chest across her legs, his head just above her waist. His body wasn’t completely pressed up against her, but it was pressed up enough.

His fingers sat on her bare skin, her shirt having just barely ridden up during his onslaught of tickles, and her skin felt like it was on fire where he touched her. Sitting that close, she swore she could see bits of blue in the depth of his black eyes. His thumb began to rub a slow circle over her hip.

She sat up, at the same time and when he pulled her closer, she breathed his name.

They were close.

It wasn’t that she had never been close to him, but this was a different kind of close. She could feel his warm, alcohol-scented breath on her lips.

Lorcan.

Her Lorcan.

Her best friend.

The movie was still playing, Elide was certain, but she couldn’t see it, couldn’t hear it.

There was nothing in the world except for him.

“You’re drunk,” Lorcan whispered.

“So are you,” Elide agreed.

Lorcan nodded, slowly, his nose nearly brushing along hers. “Yeah.”

And then he was kissing her, slowly, gently.

She didn’t hesitate, her lips moving against his as if they were made for each other. One of her hands gripped his arm, they other still pressed against his chest and she bunched the fabric up in her hands.

A scream from the tv had them pulling apart and both breathing heavily as they looked at each other.

Elide breathed, “You know, if you were scared, all you had to do was say so.”

Lorcan looked at her for a moment before tipping his head back and laughing.

#31 days of halloween #tog #throne of glass #elorcan

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partnersatfazbear · 3 years ago

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Fazbear Frights: What We Found Analysis

Here’s my analysis for What We Found, the third story in Gumdrop Angel. I wrote this as I read so it may be a little different than my previous analysis where I read the story first and went back.

If you’re a Michael Afton fan I highly recommend this. Also, there’s possibly some insight into William Afton, Mrs. Afton, and Henry too, so it’s worth a skim.

Pg 144 '...a place thirty-some years forgotten' Just reconfirming FNAF 3 is 30 years past *one* of the FNAF closings, presumably FNAF 2 location.

Pg 145 "The whole building was giving him [Hudson] a headache." FIX THE VENTILATION BRUH

Pg 148 '...they were able to use salvaged derelict equiptment original to the old pizzerias.' Another confirmation of something we heard from Phone Guy.

Pg 147 "How old are you?" "Twenty-three, same as you." I think this gives us Michael's age during FNAF 3.

EDIT: This kept me awake last night. Obviously this is impossible because he has to be alive for at least 10 years before 1983, BUT maybe its just reconfirming FNAF 3′s year? 2023?

Pg 149 "Hudsan's dad died and his mom married Lewis, a ridiculous balding man who wore plaid vests and smoked a pipe" Did... Did this book just seriously imply Mrs. Afton left William for Henry? Really? (Yes, there's differences; the husband is dead and the man wears plaid 'vests' but it seems very odd to include that detail. This could just have been the writer's own imagination, though.) I have seen this as a fan theory and 100% explains the jealousy aspect of William, but I can't help but kinda hate it. I think this is very important, though, and probably Scott's intention. "This horrible little man [Lewis]... would make Hudson's next ten years a living Hell" This REALLY intrigues me given the context I just went over. The text implies Lewis was fairly neglectful to our main character / Michael stand-in Hudson. Maybe I'm wrong and for some reason Mrs. Emily left and went to William? XD Haha, I'm reading too much into this page. Maybe I'll come back to this later. I figure it's more of Scott possibly including double-details (contradicting stuff with the same character that really applies to two, which has been something I heavily pointed out in previous anaylsis on this blog) Having said that, I'm going w/the former because I can't imagine Henry being abusive (neglectful yes, abusive no) and he's never been portrayed that way in official works like William has in the novels.

Pg 150 "Hudson began to screw up in class...a product of spending the night in fear that his stepfather [Lewis]... [would] beat him just for the fun of it." Ooof. Big confirm on William actually being abusive. Unless we stick with the Henry theory for Lewis (combined with Midnight Motorist Henry theory / alcoholic). "...near-daily beatings..." "his mom started taking pills to get through the day..." So, whoever Mrs. Afton is, she was definetly not paying attention. But then, most people married to serial killers either don't notice because of denial (like this) or because the killer is so manipulative / careful they can't notice.

"Barry, who had red hair and freckles..." Yo?! Is that a description of Fritz?! These friends in the story could be the other kids Michael knew's stand-in's, aka the two gravestones with names he used (Fritz and Jeremy), as shown in the checks for the games and FNAF 6. I've long figured Michael was probably friends with the victims--it makes them easier, although riskier, targets [for William]. The two friends are male, too, like Fritz and Jeremy. If you're curious about Duane's description (our stand in for Jeremy), it's "tight black shirt... muscles... black hair long enough for a glossy ponytail..." I'm not sure if this matches anything found in the novels or contradicts them, though. (The novels = TSE trilogy)

"And so it went... until the night of the fire." For context, this is before FF burns down. We're learning of Hudson's life from his close friends in childhood, his father's death, his mother remarrying, to his abusive stepfather, to his grades slipping to this line. This would be a new fire not seen/mentioned in the games...

Pg 151 "...go to Charlie's for a sundae..." Really. Really Scott. Just gonna use this name again. OK. I'm not even gonna discuss this because it's probably irrelevant. *This is confirmed on pg 158 to be an ice cream shop. No lore relevance aside the annoying name coincidences Scott loves to troll with.

"This is not... an advance into enemy territory, a fight with demons, or a descent into Hell..." Uh, what? What is Hudson talking about? XD I'm only noting it because it seems so out of place. He's probably talking about video games or something.

Another note, although I don't have a specific reference since it is mentioned off-hand many times, is that Hudson keeps referring to his "history" which is implied to have kept him from getting a well-paying job and a girl he's crushing on doesn't know this "history" which is good for him. Seems good old "Michael Stand-In" has done some jail time or something. Edit: On pg 154/155 the girl asks Hudson, "Did you do it?" Seems he may have killed his stepfather or been involved with something else just as bad. Edit 2: No, I was thinking too deep into it. This probably refers to Evan's death at Fredbear's. DUH.

Pg 156 describes an actual "prize corner" in FF! What am I even reading? IIRC this is in FNAF 3, too. So they just hand out these scary gift boxes to people that complete the attraction? (Hudson says he *would* have fun handing out the scary toys to kids when this location opens--kind of a bully thing to do, eh?)

"[Hudson] avoid[ed] glancing in any of the mirrors..." I'm only pointing this out because it could be reference to one of two things. 1) We know because of one of UCN's music tracks, William has a fear of his reflection. Michael probably shares this trait, especially since 2) after Ennard and all... and later on pg 157 it also says, "he never wanted to face: himself" Sounds like guilt, my guy.

Pg 157 "blonde hair... blue eyes..." Hudson shares an eye color with Michael. It's possible Michael had blonde hair as a child and it changed to brown (it's common, something I personally went through being technically blonde/ blue eyed myself)

"He [Hudson] knew from personal experience that toys could turn from fun...to torture ina heart-beat" Fairly self explanatory. Either Hudson's worked at a creepy location before or he doesn't like remembering Fredbear's.

*checks how much is left.* There's still 35 pages (not counting back/front) left of this... This is gonna be a lot of notes.

Pg 158 Hudson doesn't have a car. Poor Mike, probably having to walk everywhere. Especially as a corpse.

Pg 160 This page describes many physical issues Hudson has that prevents him from entering the Navy, all from the abuse of Lewis. Obvious paralell to Michael becoming an undead [because his father sent him to CBPR indirectly causing his condition]

Pg 161 "How's your granny, Hud?... ...Is she still alive?" "I don't think she can die." Does anyone in the Afton family really 'die'? XD

Pg 162 These few pages discuss Hudson's grandmother. She's described as "a seer who claimed to know the future... ...wore big men's plaid flannel shirts with baggy jeans" Um, more plaid / flannel? AGH. STAHP. Lowkey, I would totally headcanon my Aunt Jen like this, though.

Pg 163 "Hudson's mom... the way she was before Hudson's dad had died... never... particularly warm and fuzzy... but... effiencient and responsible..." More about Mrs. Afton, so that's kinda neat.

"Hudson's dad was fun and attentive." There's a good Dad in this series?

"Unfortunetly, he also struggled with mental illness." "invisible low points" (Pg 164) Kinda reminds me of how Henry is described after Charlotte's death in the books.

Pg 164 "When Steven got himself into a bad deal that cost him his small business... he'd taken his life." Oh, it is Henry! SMH. Way to use confusing paralells. So, from our understanding thus far, Hudson's real father, Steven, is our Henry stand-in. His step-father despite being described similar to Henry, is actually our William stand-in. Fair game, Scott.

Pg 164 "...he [Hudson] was locked into a supply closet..." Oh shit, you guys. So, let me go on a tangent here, because this IS important! I just watched a retrospective on Sister Location and FNAF 6 earlier and one theory for Midnight Motorist was the person in the chair was the mother and the kid was Michael. I think this little line may confirm that. In fact, the story may be the key to figuring things out. Obviously, the line is a paralell to FNAF 4's scene in which Crying Child was locked in the supply closet of Fredbear's. I know some people, including Matpat, believe[d] CC was Michael, and in this book's context, it sort of works. This does contradict Step Closer and 1000 other things that make Michael the older brother, but maybe it's hinting at MM? Abusive stepdad (possibly Henry... maybe William is gone at this point), checked out Mom (hey, grey couch lady with Foxybro's font). IDK, but its definetly something to think about.

Pg 165 Lewis is mentioned as calling Hudson "nothing" and saying "you're nothing" on several occasions on this page. Just more abuse, for those accurate fanfic writers like me. Also I kinda wanna watch Morel Orel again. Yall know my fav character is Clay. Yall know.

"You're smoke." <-- Lewis / The text later reads, "...there was some irony, given what eventually happened." BRUH. Why did your stepdad die in a fire? :V TELL ME.

"When his family's house burned down at the end of his senior year..." Huh. Is there a fire we don't know about in the game-verse? Could this explain what happened to the FNAF 4 house before MM house?!

"...it purged Hudson of Lewis and his mother." MRS. AFTON BURNED ALIVE, TOO? Bruh. I can't with this story.

The text later describes the fire is concluded to be man-made and Hudson was blamed for it. Can't say if this ties to Michael, but it IS interesting... TBF, there is a small paralell to draw between Henry in FNAF 6 and his history of suicide in the books, too.

Pg 166 "...this place's [FF] busted thermostat.." I just find this line funny.

Pg 167 "...after three weeks of keeping an eye on the place" Some more timeline context for FNAF 3. We know that Michael worked there a little while before we start playing the game thanks to one of the phone calls, IIRC, so this makes sense. If Michael was accused of [something] and also wanting to hunt down his father, then it makes perfect sense why he's working a dead end job at Freddy's over and over and over. Fun fun fun.

Pg 169 "He hated to think about a functional character [Foxy]" This line is in regards to Hudson not liking the set up of Pirate's Cove and Foxy's hook to scare people. Sounds familiar, don't it? (For Michael anyway.)

Pg 173 "Some big find is arriving tomorrow." SPRINGY BOI! COME ON BOOK, get on with the show?

Pg 176 "Granny was wearing a red-and-green plaid shirt and her baggy jeans." Nothing special, but it was specifically brought up twice. I'm kind of racking my brain trying to understand what the point of this character is outside of "woooo everything is haunted don't you know that" kind of character.

Pg 180 "...dropped the crate on the linoleum with a resounding thud." HEY. Poor Springtrap, just gettin' tossed around like the trash he is.

Pg 186 "If you weren't so stupid, I'd tell you more about it." Springtrap bringing the burn. =:)

"A voice with a burr-like rasp...hint of a Southern accent" I'm going to assume this is because it's Lewis probably in the suit in this story and not our old British lad.

"It's was Mr. Atkin's voice." THE MATH TEACHER? *goes back to check* 'The algebra teacher'. Okay...

Pg 190 Okay, so Hudson hear's Lewis' voice this time. Okay, I get it now. Springtrap in this kind of imbodies all of Hudson's old bullies, including the teacher. He also has PTSD, just FYI. IDK if anyone finds that important, but it's fairly obvious by the line "He wasn't in his bedroom. Lewis didn't just slam his head into a desk; his head had been slammed into the [arcade] game."

"Why did he hallucinate a scene from his childhood?" Oh, it's not PTSD, then. It's just the VENTILATION ERROR. lol Okay.

Just a note, as I'm reading through the more action-based stuff, I kind of feel bad for Michael if he had flashbacks like this guy. They're intense.

So, Lewis' voice finally comes out of Springtrap on Pg 213. There's that.

Pg 220 "You can just stay there [in his room]" Kind of a paralell to Midnight Motorist. Lewis is saying it to Hudson. I really feel like the kid in the MM game is Michael because of this story...

Pg 223 "Heat purges. Fire heals." I'm sure that's Henry's life motto.

The ending was stupid, but most in these stories are. Hudson is hallucinating and is implied to have burned himself alive in FF's oven. Meh? The first half of this one is A TRIP and a little insight into what I 100% believe is Michael's childhood. I think the saddest part of it all is that we never got Springtrap speaking to Michael in FNAF 3--and if it's ever remade I hope we get more of them interacting.

#fazbear frights #fnaf spoilers #spoilers #what we found #michael afton #springtrap #fnaf theories #fnaf theory #fnaf 3 #midnight motorist #mrs. afton #henry emily

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honeymooneyy · 4 years ago

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you kissed remus!

okay so this takes place before a dog in your past life and is when remus came out to the others, context: fifth year, remus came back from summer and is like “ayo when did sirius get so attractive??”, peter knows remus is gay bc he caught Remus and Cas kissing once, and if you haven’t read the other one - Cas is this guy Remus “dated” for a lil bit

The boys had found the “perfect” way to kick off their fifth year at Hogwarts. The train had arrived on a Friday this year, so after getting all the first years settled on their first day, the marauders had all of Saturday to themselves before they had to get in the “school mode”.

James had snuck a bottle of firewhiskey from his parent’s liquor cabinet and had just revealed it to the others.

“James,” Remus groaned, knowing exactly where this was going to end up. “How did you manage to sneak a whole bottle away?”

“Oh shush, Remus, you know you wanna try it.” James waggled his eyebrows as he settled on the floor, right in front of the foot of his bed. He motioned for the others to gather around, patting the ground.

“I’ve never tried firewhiskey,” Sirius admitted, sounding a tad bit too excited in Remus’ opinion. “Gimme gimme.”

Despite Remus’ reluctance, he sat down between Peter and Sirius, leaning back on his hands and watching the other settle down. He forced himself to keep his eyes away from Sirius, instead watching as Peter finished writing his letter to his mom. He had been writing his mom letters since first year, a tradition that had yet to die off.

Yet as James and Sirius argued over what game they should play with it, or if they should just chug it, Remus couldn’t help but glance at Sirius. His hair had been pulled back in a sloppy bun, seeing as he had been getting ready for bed when James pulled out the bottle, but a couple strands had slipped out, framing his face. If anything, it seemed to bring out his jawline, was it always this defined? And then when Sirius stretched out, much like a cat would, his shirt hitched up to reveal dark ink on his hip.

“Sirius, is that a tattoo?” Remus exclaimed and immediately leaned over to inspect it. If he hadn’t been so busy staring at the other boy’s new tattoo, he would’ve noticed the pink hue that had crawled onto Sirius’ cheeks.

“Er, yeah, I got it when I was at James’ house. It’s Canis Major, because it has-”

“Your star,” Remus breathes, reaching out to push Sirius’ shirt up higher. He was too busy looking at the splatter of ink on his stark white skin to realize just exactly what he was doing. “That’s wicked. Did it hurt?”

Sirius gingerly pulled his shirt out of Remus’ grasp and yanked it back down to cover up the tattoo that was the new center of attention. “I guess. Not the worst pain I’ve felt.”

The boys grew quiet at the thought of Sirius’ rough childhood, and Remus leaned back into his previous sitting spot. What was he thinking, just pulling Sirius’ shirt up like that?? Usually, they were all pretty affectionate with each other, but for some reason this just felt off.

Thankfully, the silence didn’t last long as James uncorked the bottle with a pop. He held the bottle up with a grin, “To fifth year!”

The other echoed him, smiles crawling onto their faces. Sirius had called being the first to try it and grabbed the bottle from James, tipping it back to take a sip. The others watched, wide-eyed, waiting for his reaction. He immediately began to cough, wiping his lips with the back of his hand, “Oh god, it’s hot.”

The boys burst into giggles at his reaction, holding their hands out for a turn. Once everyone had been acquainted with the drink, they had settled into a game of Never Have I Ever.

This game wasn’t the best to play when you’re trying to hide the fact that you’re gay, something that Remus didn’t consider until Peter’s turn came around, quite a few drinks in. He had decided to fully milk the fact that he had yet to get a girlfriend.

“Never have I ever kissed anyone,” he decided, grinning at the way Sirius groans, and in doing so, missing the daggers Remus glared at Peter.

“Not fair, you’re targeting me,” Sirius grumbles, sipping from his glass. It was no surprise that he drank, as the others had heard quite enough about his “relationship” with Mary last year. He set his cup back down, the alcohol quickly diminishing with the way he drank for almost everyone’s turn. They had ended up divvying up the bottle to see who finished their glass first.

“I’m saving myself for Lilly,” James declares proudly, shaking his head to get the dark hair out of his eyes before grinning lopsidedly. “I’m loyal.”

“Is it even being loyal if you’re not dating?” Remus snorts. It seemed the alcohol had rid him of his filter because he then sipped his drink, seeing as he had kissed Cas quite a few times.

Sirius didn’t miss it, turning to Remus with wide eyes, “You’ve kissed someone??”

“Moony!! You’ve kissed someone?? Why didn’t you tell us?” James exclaims, turning to Remus with his mouth agape and holding a hand to his heart in mock-betrayal. “I thought we’re best friends! When was it? Who was it?”

Peter jumped in, hurrying to fix the mess he caused, “Maybe he was just thirsty, I don’t think it wasn’t for the actual question.”

“S’okay, Peter, I’ll tell them,” Remus sighs, thankful that Peter tried, at least. He’s gotta tell them at some point... “It was last year.”

James didn’t miss the way he dodged the question of who, “Okay, but who was it? What’s her name, do we know her?”

“James,” Remus began softly, raising his eyes to James’ inquiring ones. He could feel his throat closing up so he spit the words out, as quick as he could, “I never said it was a girl.”

James’ mouth fell agape, “Blimey! I didn’t even know, what kind of friend am I?”

Remus couldn’t help but stare at him, “That’s it? You don’t care that I’m gay?”

He just shrugged and Remus wasn’t sure if it was because of the alcohol or if it was just James being James. “Don’t really care who you snog. I can’t believe I didn’t even know, we’ve been friends for five years.”

“I didn’t know until last year,” Remus admits with a small laugh. He pulled his legs closer so he could rest his chin on them, and watched James’ reaction. An hour or so had passed since they first started their games and the alcohol had taken a hold of all of them. The world seemed a bit more hazy than usual, but despite that he could feel Sirius’ gaze boring into his side profile. He decided to ignore it for now.

“Wait a minute.” James whirled around to point at Peter, “You knew! How did you know?”

Peter barely got a chance to open his mouth when James let out a sound of surprise.

“It was you, wasn’t it! You kissed Remus!” James exclaimed, seeming proud of himself for having figured it out. Remus couldn’t but fall into a fit of giggles at the thought of Peter and him.

“It was that boy, wasn’t it?” Sirius finally spoke up, leveling his steely gaze with Remus. His bun was falling apart completely at this point, and Remus itched to move the hair that hung in front of his eyes. “Carter, or something? The one you always hung around last year.”

“Cas,” Remus corrected, internally slapping himself for the way he had been staring at Sirius’ hair. “But yeah, we were together for a bit. He doesn’t go here anymore.”

James began on another tangent about how he should’ve known and that he had to admit Cas was a bit attractive, but Remus wasn’t interested. Sirius was uncharacteristically quiet. His dark brows were knitted together as he thought something over. Was he upset?

“Sirius?” Remus’ voice cracked as he whispered his best friend’s name. He needed him to say something more, tell him that it’s okay, that he doesn’t care.

Sirius was glaring now and Remus thought he might be sick, what if Sirius didn’t support him? He couldn’t bear the thought of losing his best friend. His worries only heightened when Sirius finally spoke, his voice unusually calm,“You didn’t tell us for months. Did you think we’d be mad?”

Remus wasn’t quite sure why he was so upset. “I wasn’t sure. It’s kind of controversial.”

“But we’re your best mates. You should be able to tell us stuff like this,” Sirius sighed, finally brushing his hair off his face. When he glanced up, Remus was surprised to see sadness swirling in his eyes. “And we scared you off. What kind of friends are we?”

So he wasn’t mad at Remus? But at himself?? Remus was thoroughly confused, why was Sirius so fixated on the fact that he didn’t tell them right away?

“I dunno,” Remus shrugged, wishing his sweater could swallow him whole. Why did Sirius need to question him like this, especially now?? “I didn’t want to take the chance and lose you guys. I don’t have anyone else.”

It was weird seeing Sirius so serious. He was usually as bouncy as James, cracking jokes and grinning 24/7. Remus decided that he preferred carefree Sirius, this one reminded him too much of the time Sirius returned from winter break with scars marring his back.

“You’re still my best friend, Sirius. I would’ve told you guys eventually.” Remus shifts over to sit a bit closer to Sirius and bumps their knees together. If he hadn’t drunk so much firewhiskey, he might’ve been more cautious about touching Sirius so casually, especially after confessing he liked guys. The last thing he needed was for his friends to think he was a creep. “It wasn’t that long ago.”

“You didn’t have to tell us, I’m not upset about that. I’m sorry you couldn’t come to us about it, I’m sure it had been kinda scary. We could’ve helped you figure it out, that’s what best friends are for.” Sirius bumps his knees back into Remus’, before giving him a sad smile. “I reckon not everyone reacts so nicely, do they?”

“I don’t think everyone’s so open to it,” Remus decided to say. Sirius already looked so sad for him, he didn’t want to add to it by bringing up how the kids in his neighborhood felt about gay people. Or even the way his parents spoke about it when seeing stories in the daily prophet. He hated the pity tainting Sirius’ voice.

Sirius’ eyes brightened as his gaze found Remus’, “So will you tell us about it, then? Cas? And everything? You didn’t get to tell us last year, tell us now!”

That caught James’ and Peter’s attention as they turned to Remus, eager to hear about his romantica adventures. Remus rarely brought it up, seeing as he never had much interest in their conversations about girls.

Remus could feel his cheeks heating up as he ducked his head, bashfully. “It was okay, nothing abnormal.”

“C’mon, Remus, you listen to us when we talk about girls. I talk about Lilly every day, tell us about who you like!” James prods, scooting closer.

Remus makes a point to keep his eyes on the ground at the topic of who he likes. He hated the way his mind immediately wandered to Sirius. He didn’t like Sirius, he was simply admiring his looks and he knew he couldn’t let those thoughts go anywhere. With a sigh, he started, “Okay, I guess I can tell you guys a bit about it. You know that I was friends with Cas for a bit, last year…”

Remus never thought he’d ever talk to his friends about boys, but here he was - describing his first kiss in detail.

#wolfstar #marauders #remus lupin

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vivinightingale · 4 years ago

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You know what I wanna see with the Yu-Gi-Oh! Boys? Having to deal with their s/o putting themselves in danger! The boys throw themselves into the ocean, nearly get crushed to death, almost fall off a building, escape being burned alive or having their legs cut off. It's time for them to have the tables turned!

My my how the turn tables-

Warning ⚠️ this one contains abuse on Marik Ishtars part. If you are uncomfortable with it please skip it.

Yugi Muto:

You knew how cruel Domino high can be, with the constant bullying and corrupt teachers no day was ever easy. Especially for your boyfriend Yugi.

You didn’t know what it was, but a lot of people that it was okay for them to hurt him, and he would take cause he is too nice to say anything.

Well one day you had enough, and as this gang of bullies went to throw a punch at him you stepped in and took the blows for him.

When the dust settled and they were gone you were left bloodied and bruised on the floor. Yugi was quickly at your side call his friends to help take you to the nurse.

The poor guy was sobbing and trying his best to help you when his friends finally arrived. He has never been so heartbroken in his life and hated himself for not being able to help you.

Yugi doesn’t remember what happened after that, but he heard the next day that bullies were nowhere to be seen.

Yami/Atem:

A battle against PaniK was no easy feat considering he was to wipe people out the competition.

So watching you duel against his was hard for Yami, and it got even worse when the fire was spewing beside you.

He wanted nothing more to step in and take over the duel for you but he couldn’t. It got worse when with every second the flames licked at your legs the more burns you got.

By the time the duel was over you were covered in burn marks and no star chips. Yami called out your name as he rushed to you his friends not to far behind him.

He clutched your form as hot angry tear ls ran down his face. “I will not stand for this PaniK!” He glared up at the taller man.

“We will duel and you will give back Mai’s and (y/n) star chips!”

The battle didn’t last long as Yami wiped the floor with and took the star chips back, but to make sure PaniK would never do something like this again he sent him to the shadow realm.

He then went back to your still resting form and kissed your forehead gently pained that he let something like this ever happen to you.”

Joey Wheeler:

His fight with Marik was more devastating then he cared to admit. When he thought he had the upper had it was taken from him.

You watched from the sidelines and felt your heart wrench with every hit he took, and it got worse when Marik summoned Ra.

When Marik called his final attack you could take it anymore. So in an act of desperation you climbed up the stage and blocked the attack with your own body.

Joey and the group watch in horror as you took the blow from and Egyptian god. You clamped your jaw down hard and stood firm till the attack was over.

As you fell Joey caught and called out to you. Tears fell from his face as he tried to wake you up. It was announced that Joey was disqualified due to your interference, but he didn’t care he didn’t have the time.

He quickly picked you up and took you to the doctor. He kept trying wake up on the way there is voice frantic and pleading.

When the doctor came to the conclusion that it was a coma is when he sobbed hard. How could he let something like this happen to you? He should have stopped you!

He stayed with you all night and for most of Yugi’s duel, and when you finally woke up was he hugged you tightly “Don’t you EVER do that again!”

Tristan Taylor:

With as many fights as he has been in due gangs you would think that you would be use to seeing him hurt.

But you never were with hit took the more you worried about him and his health. So you tried to talk him out of it.

He promised you that he would stop fighting, but that was easier said then done. Especially since the gangs wouldn’t leave him alone.

You watched as he was caught in the middle of another fight, and you weren’t a fighter yourself so the best you could was yell at them to stop.

But that wasn’t enough. So as Tristan was nearly wobbling ready to take another hit you stepped in and acted as his shield.

The punch to your stomachs hurt but you stood firm. You weren’t gonna let the man you love be hurt anymore.

Luckily for you, you shocked the attacker and that was the opening Tristan needed to knock the mans lights out.

As the two of you hobbled home Tristan slung an arm around “it was brave of you...but please don’t do that again...”

Duke Devlin:

The fight with Nezbitt was anything but easy. He played to their weaknesses, and attacked the weaker link.

With that being said that left Duke to fend for himself and the other two, and that made you worried and upset for your boyfriend and friends.

You got so worried that you offered to take Tristans place after he fell, because they were desperate for more bodies Nezbitt accepted.

You blocked and helped your boyfriend and serenity to the best of your abilities, cause you to lose more life points.

Duke tried to yell at you stop, that he was willing to take the blow for the two of you but you weren’t having any of it.

So when Nezbitt aimed a huge attack at duke you knew what you had to do to keep him safe. You use you monster to block the attack knocking out your LP

All you remember is waking in an electronic cats body. You followed Tristan and found your friends and boyfriend.

After the events Duke held your face in his hands and kisses you roughly “please I can’t lose you... don’t do that again.”

Seto Kaiba:

You didn’t know if you believed Noah’s story, but you didn’t like how he was using Mokuba against Seto.

The battle between Seto and Noah was getting scary and you didn’t like the look of it. You were there with Yugi’s group of friends as they commentated on what was going on but you could hear it.

When Mokuba finally came to his sense you were so happy that you were in tears, but that was short lived as Noah Aimee his sights at the brothers

Fearing what was gonna happen, you ran past them and held your arms out taking the blow that was meant for them.

Seto and Mokuba watched in horror as you were turned to stone as Noah laughed in the background. “To think someone actually wanted to protect you Seto.”

That was the last straw for the young CEO. He sent Mokuba with Yugi and his friends as he glared at the deck master in front of him.

“Your games end her Noah.”

When you woke up Mokuba ran up to crying your name as he hugged you, and before you could ask Seto pulled you both into a protective hug. “Don’t do something so stupid again”

Bakura Ryou:

Bakura was never much of a fighter, and he never claimed to be. So when this tall guy tells the poor boy he wants to fight for stealing his girlfriend he is a bit shaken up.

He was gonna simply ignore it and move on with his day till he got a not in his locker stating that they had you.

He couldn’t allow anything to happen to you, so he went to the set location that the boy wanted to meet at.

Seeing you with someone else hold your hands behind you back made him furious. Glaring at the boy he tried to resolve the misunderstanding but it was in vain.

Though Bakura was agile and quick the boy still landed hits on him, and terrible hit they were.

You watch from afar as Bakura and the guy faught you wanted to stop it but didn’t know how. So you watched in tears.

When Bakura took a nasty hit and was on the ground was when you were able to break free from you captors and block anymore hits from landing on Bakura.

You took a few hits of your own but eventually the bully got board and left yelling at Bakura to leave his girl alone. All the two of you could do was hold each other till everything was okay again.

Yami Bakura:

Everyone knew this man cared for nothing but himself and his plan. So when they learned he an s/o they were all surprised.

They way everyone found out was not the normal way either. One of his duels got really physical when joey learned he would be sent to the shadow realm if he lost.

Yami Bakura isn’t use to fighting so when took blows from Joey they were hard blows. You tried to call to Joey to stop, but your voice didn’t reach.

So as a last resort you ran in between them and block Bakura from the punch. Unfortunately for you he hit you hard enough to send you to the ground.

At the sight of your fallen form Yami Bakura grew angry and hostile. The shadow grow angry as Yami Bakura came up to him and grabbed the collar of his shirt.

“You will pay for the crime you committed against (y/n)”

You don’t know how the battle ended but you woke up in the arms of Yami Bakura carrying back home.

“You will never pull a stunt like that ever again.” Was all he grumbled as he held to close all the way home.

Marik Ishtar:

Living with his father was never easy, especially when he got angry when Marik didn’t want to do as he was told.

Marik suffered many beating from his father, and you witnessed every one of them, and you hated it.

So one day Mariks father was yelling at him, and you noticed his hand raise to strike a blow at Marik you stepped in and took the hot for him.

Marik gasped at the sight of your form on the floor, your face red from the blow. However, your act of your courage gained you a beating of your own.

After you were take back to your room to recover from it. A litt but after Marik sneaked in to see you.

When he saw the state you were in he immediately began sobbing .

“Why would you do that! You know how harsh father can be!”

You didn’t say anything as you smiled at him. Marik didn’t like that response but stayed at your side till you were better once again.

Yami Marik:

The battle between Yami Marik and the Pharaoh was coming to a close, and you were terrified of the outcome. You didn’t want to lose the man you loved.

So out of act of desperation you instered yourself in to the duel and used your life points to power Ra.

Most of you was in the shadow realm as you watched Marik best the Pharaoh and claim his victory. So in turn you were very weak and ended up passing out before you could see the aftermath

You don’t know how long you were out, but when you woke up again you were laying down on a very comfortable bed with Yami Marik right beside you.

You heard shuffling as Marik grip around you tightend slightly. “You have served me well doll, but don’t ever do that again or I will leave you there”

You nodded knowing he only said those words out of worry. You snuggled up to him and fell back asleep dreaming of the rest your lives together.

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