#pool boy au

[monstersinthecosmos]

but picture this in human AU:

Marius on hands and knees on the bed, getting fucked by Armand hard & fast, and I mean hard, like bed shaking hard, he's sort of red in the face and whimpering and trembling, mouth open and moaning, absolutely getting railed, meanwhile Pandora is kneeling on the floor beside the bed, watching, touching Marius's face, petting his hair back, cooing at him and shushing him gently and telling him he's getting fucked so good, he's such a little slut, he's doing such a good job 😇

[tennessoui]

poolboy au obiwan not even thinking about getting a prenup is driving me so insane omg. like, on one hand its so much because he KNOWS he can make anakin more dependant on him than satine ever was, he got to anakin younger, he knows he has the boy wrapped around his little finger and he has no intention of ever loosening his grip on him... but on the other hand... anakin looks at obiwan like he hung all the stars in the sky and he tries so hard to make obiwan happy and he tries so hard to impress him and its all very juvenile, really, and yet obiwan is so fucking enamoured by it all. between all the mental games of chess and trying to worm himself into ever facet of anakin's life... obiwan just cares so much about anakin and loves him so much that maybe it's HIM who cant picture a future without anakin, doesnt let himself do so, and so refuses to even entertain a possibility that anakin might, one day, want to love someone else. and it drives me BANANAS!!!! i love it so much, you always create such juicy and unique character dynamics in every au

obiwan’s out here so convinced he has the boy wrapped out his finger that he doesn’t even notice he’s wrapped all up around anakin’s in return. a friend asks if he made the poolboy sign a prenup before marrying him and obi-wan gets so offended he kicks him off his latest movie even though the guy was the director. then he flies anakin to nice penthouse in the city getaway because that’s what they deserve. obi-wan gets drunk on champagne and tells anakin “if you ever leave me promise to take all of me with you” and anakin thinks that’s so romantic but it’s obi-wan confronting the fact that anakin could leave and then take all his money and realizing he’d be more sad about the anakin part than the money part

[timaeusterrored]

(The Pool Boy)

((Remember that one post I made waaaaay back in the early days when everything was cool? Yeah well I’m finally writing it))

Kerry Eurodyne remembers a time when he would have been embarrassed by Ariel seeing the state of the villa after a long night. But now he couldn’t find it in himself to care. Both were used too it, just as much as Kerry was used to being shaken to make sure he was still alive and Ariel starting conversations way too early.

“Kerry! Up! Breakfast!” Ariel was two seconds from pouring water over the rocker if he wasn’t up in the next five seconds. Kerry knew the annoyance in his voice, this song and dance happened every morning.

The rocker followed the smell of food and winced at the bright lights, attempting to dim them but immediately got scolded by his cook. Claiming he ‘needed them.’ Kerry just figured he was in a bitchy mood today. Or maybe he himself was in the bitchy mood.

Ariel was talking a mile a minute while Kerry stared at his back and tried so hard to focus on what he was saying, but failed miserably. What on earth was this man on today?

“Kerry!”

The older man winced, putting his hands over his ears for a moment. Was Ariel’s voice always so loud? Or was Kerry just extremely hungover? When was the last time he was this hungover?

“Did you hear anything I just said?” If anyone saw them right now, Ariel could have been confused for a disgruntled lover not getting paid attention too.

“No, I didn’t. What the fuck did you say?” God he sounded awful. Ariel just rolled his eyes and put on a pot of tea.

“I said that we have a new guy coming in. He’s on the younger side so be nice. He’s gonna be helping Miguel out, with the pool or something. I dunno.”

“I’m always nice-“

“Remember that time I came in and you launched a bottle at my head at full force.”

“Hey now, that was only because you came in at fuckin five am while I was in the zone, that was your fault.”

Ariel flipped him off then placed a heavenly plate of food in front of him. Kerry ate slowly, trying to keep himself from throwing up, and any mention of the pool boy gone from his mind- Ker don’t call him a pool boy this is not a porno.

The thought made him laugh and Ariel looked up from his own food in confusion. Kerry stated once that Ariel could eat whatever he wanted, he cooked the food he should be allowed to enjoy it! And if he came in early enough, Miguel was welcome to join them too… Kerry needed to stop hiring only men. He wasn’t even attracted to either of them, it just happened.

Ariel forced Kerry to drink the tea and honey he had made him, stating with as renowned as Kerry was for his voice, he took absolutely awful care of it. If Ariel knew Kerry when he was in his early years, he’d know Kerry was a princess about his voice. Now his chrome did most of the work and Kerry stopped caring as much. At this rate, Kerry was going to sing himself into the grave.

After breakfast was said and done and Kerry decided to be somewhat human today and take a shower, he wondered about the new hire. Honestly he wondered if he had been told at all, or had just not been listening when it came up. Either way, he trusted his gardener to not hire some complete clown.

What he wasn’t expecting was a complete piece of Night City beauty standing by his pool, talking to Miguel. He was tall, built like a fucking merc, and had gorgeous red hair Kerry wanted to grab. Oh and he also didn’t look a day past at least 26. And Kerry wasn’t sure if he had reached that level of his celebrity meltdown yet of dating a guy that young.

“Absolutely not, Kerry Eurodyne.” The voice behind him made him jump out of his skin. He needed a fucking bell on Ariel at this point, who was packed and ready to go to the store to restock Kerry’s fridge. “That kid is like 28 and way not prepared to deal with you.”

“Deal with me?” Kerry asked, offended now.

“You know exactly what I mean, Ker. Don’t fuck your pool boy, that’s just pathetic.” Ariel wasn’t wrong… but fuck.

Over the next few weeks, Kerry had for the most part, stayed out of the kid’s way. He learned his name was V, when Kerry asked Miguel if that was it, he was told that’s all the pool boy told anyone. He was from Heywood, his dad was apparently a ripperdoc in the city, and he liked boxing. Pretty basic if you asked Kerry.

But the weird part was that no one had seen him actually get into the pool. He somehow managed to avoid doing it every single time he was there, doing his work from the sidelines. He did a damn good job of it too, they were just impressed he could do it.

He was normally in and out, doing his job quickly and quietly to a point that Kerry honestly kinda forgot about him… until one morning.

Kerry had been on another work binge, up all night writing and composing, when he just happened to still be up when V’s car rolled up. It was a hunk of junk and Kerry noted he needed to look at his pay. Pretty boy like that deserved better than a junk car.

It was way too early for any normal human being to be up and at em, but Kerry supposed he was awake too. Maybe it was high time for and introduction. Kerry forgot he actually had to introduce himself to people.

He walked out of the villa once he had put some more presentable clothes on, a cup of coffee warming his hands as the door slid shut behind him. The pool boy was hard at work, doing… whatever it was he did with the pool. Kerry actually had never taken care of this thing on his own… had his fame really made him this lazy.

“Bit early for a swim, ain’t it?” That was his opener? Dear god he was rusty. Alright, Ker, put on the charm.

The man turned his head over his shoulder in confusion, then his eyes widened. Kerry heard him swear before he stood up, drying his hands on a pair of cargo pants. Seriously what was this dude’s deal? How do you work on a pool and not get in?

“Shit I’m sorry, hope I didn’t wake you up- uh, Mr. Eurodyne?” He said it like a question, like he was testing what Kerry preferred to be called.

“Kerrys fine, kid. And I wasn’t sleeping, so you’re fine on that front… never answered my question though. The hell are you doing here at 5:30 in the morning?”

Fuck what was this dude’s name? Z? Van? V! That was it. V looked perplexed, hands in his pockets as he examined Kerry for a moment.

“I’m always here early. I don’t wanna be in anyone’s way so I come and get my job done and then leave.”

It was kinda impossible to bother anyone with a face like that but okay. And also normally Kerry for the most part alone, unless Ariel was worried about him or Miguel needed extra hours, in which he just sat down with Ker and Ariel and had lunch or something. But this kid? Bothering them? Unlikely.

“And do what the rest of the day?”

V shrugged. “Help my mom out at her bar, or my dad in his clinic. Or Y’know, hide bodies.” Oh he thought he was funny did he?

“Oh are you good at that? I actually have some in the bathroom I needed help moving.” Kerry shot back, earning a small laugh from the pool boy.

“I Uh… I should probably get out of your hair soon, don’t wanna-“

“You want a cup of coffee?” Kerry cut him off. Clearly this kid had some deep rooted issues and Kerry was too tired to ask why he felt like he was bothering him. So here they were.

“Uh… sure.” V’s voice was quiet, but Kerry didn’t miss his small smile as he was lead inside. He wouldn’t fuck his pool boy…

Not yet.

[fuctacles]

wiggly wormy wednesday

Thanks @formosusiniquis for tagging me!!! Here's a thing inspired by that one fanart of Eddie in that one t-shirt that I can't find now

Steve works during the summer as a pool boy. 

It's a good ego boost as he's been in high demand among the housewives in the area. His schedule is full, to the point he has to start declining some offers to have time for himself. When his phone rings with another job offer, he doesn't reject it right away because he's startled to hear a man's voice for a change. Then he hears he'll double the salary and he agrees. 

The address he jotted down leads him to the oldest mansion in town, dark and looming over the neighborhood. He understands the raise in money now and is glad that he told Robin where he'll be. 

The gate is open, so he pushes his way through the artfully neglected garden towards the door, where a note is waiting for him.

You'll find cleaning tools in the shed. Knock on the back door when you're done.

Steve knew of eccentric old people but this one was slowly taking the cake. He rounds the estate to find the pool behind it, and the cake is pulled out of his grip. Who in their right mind paints the pool red? 

By the state it's in, it probably hasn't been used in weeks. The surface is fully covered in leaves and twigs, and the tiles around it are covered in grime. It's a wild 180 after being called to clean pools just so he can hand out sodas and towels to a group of old ladies, but he rolls up his sleeves and gets to work.

Every now and then, he looks up from his work, expecting to find someone ogling him, but he never finds anyone. It's a weird thing to consider a constant of his job, but he came to expect it. Double-checking that he's really alone, he starts humming to himself to make the time go faster. If he's ever called here again, he might take a radio or a walkman with him. 

He's done surprisingly fast, with the sun still high when he goes to knock on the back door. His curiosity is through the roof to see what kind of person his employer is. 

He hears a click by his feet and when he looks down, he realizes the cat door has spat out an envelope. Inside he finds his payment and a note. 

Will double it if you come at 5pm next week

So Steve does, not worried much because the sun is still up, even if it casts ominous shadows around the mansion. 

In one of these dark corners, he spots a lawn chair, the shade doubled with a huge umbrella over it. He wonders if this time, some rich lady is going to join him. Or, the tiny bi-curious bone in his body supplies, the guy who hired him. For the time being, he focuses on his task. 

It's so dark, that he almost misses it. But when he does a double take as he's swiping the poolside, he yells. 

On the chair in the double shade, wearing all black, a huge straw hat, and sunglasses, sits a figure. Steve's eyes are confused as to why they're seeing a black-and-white picture in the middle of his technicolor world. 

The figure raises its hand, making its features more distinguishable. 

"Sorry!" says a voice Steve vaguely recognizes from the phone call. "Don't mind me, just getting my money's worth!" The man grins, sharp and bright, and relaxes against the chair with intent to stay, a glass of wine held in his hand.

Steve considers him for all of two seconds, before grabbing at the bottom of his t-shirt. Fuck it. This is what half of the job is about anyway.

The fabric hits the ground, and he gets a surprisingly goofy whoop of approval. 

tagging if u wanna join: @stevesjockstrap @yesdangerpls @stevieharringtonwifeguy @doublecherrypiediscosuperfly @adverbally

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

This one is dedicated to @shirokokuro, who made a lifeguard AU fic to fill the void where there was none.

Read it here! It's great: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51598429

[yuwuta]

Wow I have been nonstop thinking about tennis king yuuta and his little baby boy I’m going to kill you (affectionate) - @yuutito

teeheeeeeeeee….. here’s some more, aleks :’) enjoy :))))))

“Everybody thinks he looks like me, but I don’t see it that way. Maybe it’s because every time I look at him, I see my wife and I’m reminded of her […] I’m a little biased so I see her in everything.” 

You find yourself with tears welling in your eyes the more you read into Yuuta’s latest magazine interview. Between his sweet quotes and the pictures of him with your son, it’s taking everything in you not to burst into full-blown tears. 

Your boys look so handsome. You and Yuuta shared your concerns with publicizing your child at such a young age, but you two came to the conclusion that you’d rather have the control in the narrative than to let private family pictures be leaked uncontrollably. As another point of reassurance, Yuuta’s career provided him with just enough lime-light to be a household name without the crazy fame and criticism that came along being a true celebrity. Besides—Yuuta talked enough about you and your son in press conferences and interviews that it was bound to happen sooner rather than later. 

The article wasn’t entirely about you, or your family—or at least, you’re sure it wasn’t intended to be; you knew your husband had a knack for rambling about his loved ones, even where work was concerned. As you continue to read, you find a segment where the author compared Yuuta’s current statements with something similar he’d said about you twelve years ago—at the very start of his professional career: “If I owe this [winning Gold] to anybody, it’s my girlfriend. She’s always believed in me, even when I didn’t believe in myself. I wouldn’t have qualified or even thought to qualify if it weren’t for her.” 

It feels like you and Yuuta were just two kids in love back then. You didn’t think it could be more than that—you didn’t think you could love Yuuta more than you did all those years ago, but somewhere along the way just being in love wasn’t enough to describe it; Yuuta became your partner, someone you loved fundamentally, but also because you couldn’t stand to see yourself without him. And just when you thought you couldn’t love anyone nearly as much as you love him, you turn the page to a picture of your husband and son peeping through the holes of a racket and your heart feels full. 

When you scan the image more closely, you realize that it isn’t just any racket—it’s an old one, one you’d given to Yuuta as a gift probably back in high-school. You had no idea he’d kept it, but you suppose you shouldn’t be all that surprised; Yuuta is nothing if not sentimental. 

“Ah, there she is~” Yuuta’s voice cuts through your thoughts. When you turn, you see him, with your baby boy on his hip, sliding the back porch door closed. 

Both boys approach you with a smile on your face, and you set the magazine aside to sit up in the lounge chair to greet them. Yuuta presses a kiss to your forehead, then your lips before you do the same to your son. Immediately after, he reaches his arms out for you, and Yuuta chuckles, “You wanna be with your mama? Can’t blame you, I missed her, too.” 

He hands the baby off to you, and takes a seat on the other end of the chair, reaching over to coo at his son as you smother his face in kisses. 

“How was the farmer’s market?” you question, letting the baby settle into your lap. 

“Good, he picked out some very bright peppers, and we got some more strawberries, know you’ve been craving them,” Yuuta smiles, reaching over to pat your son’s head, when the closed magazine catches his eye, and he reaches for it, quickly flipping through, “Ah—I guess that interview’s out. He’s grown so much, even though it was only a few months ago.” 

You find the blush on his cheeks beyond endearing. Yuuta always finds room to be bashful no matter how many times he’s waxed poetic about his love for you, or his family—his cheeks always stain pink like the first day you met him. 

“It’s sweet. You’re sweet,” you smile, sparing a hand to run through Yuuta’s hair, charmed by the way he leans into your touch, “I didn’t know you still had that racket.” 

“Of course, I keep everything you give me,” he says, earnestly. He closes the magazine and scoots a little closer, taking advantage of the proximity and of your touch to lay his head on your shoulder, “Did you… read all of it?” 

“Almost, but no, why?” you question, with a light-hearted grin, “Did you say something that would lead the world to believe you’re somehow even more in love with me? Because you might already be past the threshold, dear.” 

Yuuta hums. He reaches to take you son out of your lap and carefully shifts himself to that he’s laying down, his head on your lap, and the baby in his arms, happily giggling and cooing as Yuuta holds him up. He lowers and raises him back and forth a few times, nuzzling their noses together when their faces are close, before sitting him up on his chest.

Then he tilts his head up to look at you, wide, love-filled eyes blinking slowly before he says, “Maybe… depends on if me saying I want more kids is past the threshold or not.” 

[xysidhequeen]

In your Red Knight AU, do you think the rest of the family set up a betting pool on who confess first?

More questions! Yay!

Okay, I did answer a question like this on ao3, so here's the answer:

Sam: Has bet that they literally will not confess until one or both is on the brink of literal actual final death

Tucker: Bet that Jason will confess first (he knows his best friend. He does. Which is why he is not betting on him)

Jazz: Did not place bets, thats so wrong!

She bet on Jason confessing on accident first. Then, him trying to cover it up and brush it off, then panicking and throwing together a novel worthy date in under an hour to 'officially make his intentions known'.

The ghosts have not placed bets because none of them actually see anything wrong with the pining. When dealing with immortal beings, their concept of how long it is appropriate to pine (or court) is skewed. For them its basically been like. A week. They also all still see them as 🥺bebes🥺 and don't really fully compute them actually dating and things.

[galaghiel]

more abt dragon ctommy design

[lilyan-art]

Last summery art :(

It was supposed to be a simple sketch but I had too much fun rendering the pool

Poolboy!AU Tav from the @acrookedtouchofficial server

[tennessoui]

literally a banger cause it's basically 11k of modern day obikin (but sorta dark and weird) having sex - aka the pool boy au

(mind the tags and the beginning notes!)

[timaeusterrored]

Pool Boy au thoughts

Kerry helping Vax get over his fear of water by making out with him and dragging him back into the water with him

[blackcover]

Uhhhhh, surely it's been a quite long while...? Anyway! Yeah, still alive yet apparently not that active anymore. So please bear with my sticking to the older setting because?? BOY HERE HAS BEEN THROUGH A LOT AND I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHERE TO BEGIN?!

[h-didanart]

Bloody and Harvest don’t know the difference between emotions and feelings

[thegeekmonkey]

hear me out yall:

pool boy rio/milf agatha au

— rio uses natural solutions for pool maintenance because she’s studying environmental science and is a big ole tree hugger

— it’s the cleanest agatha’s pool has EVER been (and she uses complimenting this as an excuse to lure rio in cos lbr she appreciates tank top/rolled up sleeves button ups/backwards hat rio much more)

— obviously nicky is around and adorable and he’s obsessed with rio

— agatha finds out about rio in the first place FROM nicky. rio originally starts coming to clean while agatha is at work but is forced to reschedule to when agatha is home because she wants to watch rio work

shout out to @krewdemon on the evil hags AAA server for workshopping this w me

[sun-e-chips]

Wait you said the boys get a bit of slack from fazco right? So when they do the flower in y/n’s hat, or when they yell that they are their wife, would fazco do anything about it if guests like recorded it and put on social media?

Nope the wonderful thing is fazco has absolutely no say in how the boys manage their waterpark now! The only ties that fazco has to the park is their name included in affiliation, and them receiving payments for the branding pretty much.

So if some of the boys teasing with poor y/n gets posted on social media there would be no consequences, poor y/n though if their uncomfortable with being recorded.

If the boys catch on to your unease some unexplained technical problems may arise with peoples phones within your vicinity.

Because yeah that’s the solution, not leaving you alone of course :)

[blametheeditor]

Voretober Day 14 | Pool

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If given the opportunity, would you take the chance to go to space and travel the stars? What if the person offering to take you was someone you trusted more than anyone else?

What if that person is no longer entirely human?

CONTAINS SOFT VORE

Content Warnings: Soft, non-sexual vore. Unwilling prey. Mentions of body horror. Mentions of experimenting on people. Mentions of death and murder, violence. Being trapped against one's will. Dehumanization. Abductions. Cursing. Darker themes/tone

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Scott felt like he was suffocating, both literally and metaphorically. And despite the fact something is physically constricting his chest, he knows from experience the sharp, twisting pain of being unable to breathe comes strictly from the latter. 

It’s a sensation he’s all too familiar with. The one he felt when Daniel knocked on the Cawthon’s door to ask if Vincent had stayed the night or if Scott knew where the eldest brother was. The one that grew and grew as they scoured the neighborhood, the woods, the town, searching high and low for any sign of where Vincent could have gone. The one that left him sitting in the room shared by Vincent and Anothony, staring blankly at the door as the Wright brothers talked about what they learned from their own investigations, praying his best friend would come sauntering in to ask why everyone was huddled up together. 

Never did he think it would ever be caused from Vincent betraying him.

It felt like an eternity from when his best friend swallowed him whole, to when he lands in a nearly pitch-black area where the walls aren’t crushing him on all sides, making it impossible to even scream. But despite his newfound freedom, Scott can only curl into a ball, breaths fast and shallow as he tries to wrap his mind around what just happened. 

Vincent ate him. Vincent ate him. He was just swallowed by his best friend. Was given nothing more than a sorry before he was eaten. 

Oh God, he was eaten. He’s inside his best friend’s stomach oh God. 

At the realization he’s most likely sitting in a pool of acid, Scott frantically scrambles away with a fearful scream, flailing in the attempt to wipe away the substance coating his arms and legs in the desperate hope he can get it off in time before he gets burned. 

It’s an impossible task. He can’t tell what’s saliva and what isn’t, and in his attempt to get away he only succeeds in colliding with a wall. One that’s warm, and wet, and it seems to wrap around him. 

Scott doesn’t scream, doesn’t try to get away. He knows all too well how impossible it is to escape from a giant. So instead he breaks down and sobs. 

Why? Why did Vincent eat him? Scott trusted him, didn’t even ask about what made purple man ‘inhuman’. Because no matter how long it’s been, no matter where he went, it was still his best friend...right? 

Apparently it’s not. Apparently Vincent got replaced by something pretending to be the person Scott trusted more than anyone, had missed more than anything, couldn’t stand the idea of letting him leave again. Apparently this was a mistake. 

Maybe he should’ve asked why Vincent didn’t originally want to bring Scott with him. Maybe he should’ve demanded to know what happened during those 6 years. Maybe he shouldn’t have trusted so blindly. 

As he finally allows himself to mourn for his best friend, something he never so much as contemplated before knowing Vincent would come back to him, he slowly becomes aware of the sounds around him. Of a familiar heartbeat that now echos around him. Of a low rumbles that seem to be words that are too distorted to understand. Of a quaking thud that’s rhythmic and steady before dying down to start back up after a few moments. 

Recognizing them as footsteps, Scott feels another wave of despair roll through him at the knowledge he is insignificant to the giant. Despite all they’ve been through, what they promised each other, he means nothing to Vincent. 

That’s when the wall he’s leaning against seems to shove him, earning Scott’s attention. Not wanting to go down without a fight, he elbows it hard, anger at being treated like some kind of snack winning over his terror at knowing what’s going to happen next. And for a moment, nothing happens, letting him curl back up to properly wallow in misery peacefully. He’s given a full minute before he’s shoved at again. 

A yell of anger erupts as Scott turns to place both his hands against the warm wall before shoving back with all his might. Sputters when it pushes back. Because even though he’s never been inside a stomach before, he’s fairly certain that’s not supposed to happen. 

Now more confused than anything, Scott finally properly takes in his surrounding. Jolts at the realization he shouldn’t be able to really see anything right now, and yet there’s definitely a distinct glow. 

That shouldn’t be possible. Skin isn’t translucent, and humans don’t have lights inside of them. Then again, they also can’t grow to the size of a skyscraper to eat their best friend, so who’s to say there aren’t more things Vincent can do. 

...and things he can’t. And suddenly, Scott remembers he had been told the purple man can no longer eat. That it’s impossible for him to. 

Stunned, Scott’s eyes slowly trail over his arms currently covered in saliva. Winces from disgust, but not from pain at a burning sensation. A pat down reveals he has absolutely no injuries with his clothes still completely intact. 

“Are you serious, Vincent!” Scott screams. 

Once again, his answer is the echoing sound of a swallow. 

Before he can think about what that could possibly mean for him, a dark shape lands about a foot away from him. One that sits up and seems to look around before jolting. 

There’s a soft gasp. “Are you Scotty!” 

Scott’s mouth falls opens. Because that was English. And that’s the voice of a young child. “W-What?” 

“Sorry, did I say it wrong?” they ask. “Scott-y?” 

“N-No, that’s right,” Scott breathes, now not entirely sure if he isn’t still sleeping and currently having the worst nightmare imaginable. “Uh, w-who are you?” 

“Vincent calls me Mikey!” the figure introduces as they make their way over. As they get closer, Scott can finally make out their features. Feels his chest tightens when he sees two eyes, a head of dark hair, an expression of genuine elation. “It’s really nice to meet you!” 

It’s a human boy. Scott is currently speaking with a human child who looks no older than thirteen. Someone who has been gifted with a nickname. 

This was the person they were looking for. And Vincent just swallowed him. 

Suddenly, everything around them jumps, Scott gasping at the brief feeling of weightlessness. It’s gone as quickly as it came, but in its place the footsteps are now much quicker with Vincent’s heart beating twice as fast. 

“What happened?” he asks, unsure who or what he can trust, but there’s only so much he can do while inside a God forsaken stomach. 

“Lady Bal didn’t want to sell me,” the kid, Mike begins in a somber tone. “So Vincent grabbed me when she wasn’t looking and tried to sneak out. I think she realized though, so it sounds like he’s running instead of hiding.” 

It’s a surreal feeling being told that Vincent’s currently running. It certainly sounds like it, but it’s nearly impossible to tell other than the footsteps being a little more prominent. It’s eerie not knowing what’s going on. It’s horrifying to know he was eaten only minutes ago. It’s also a little concerning just how much a fellow human isn’t effect by the fact he too was swallowed whole. 

Scott looks down at his companion. Realizes the kid’s been watching him with wide eyes. 

God, what a day this turned out to be. “So you’re the one who helped Vince get back to Earth?” 

Mike perks up at being addressed, nodding his head fervently. “I did! And you’re his best friend he told me lots about!” 

And yet this is one more thing said best friend failed to tell him about. But his anger is toward the person they’re talking about, not who he’s speaking to. “He didn’t share an embarrassing stories about me, did he?” 

The kid gives a wry smile. “Nope, only good ones.” 

The corners of Scott’s mouth twitches at the response word for word exactly what Vincent would have couched someone to say for such a question. “That’s a shame. For every story he told, I would’ve had to tell one of his.” 

The kid looks like a deer in headlights, caught between wanting to hear what blackmail there is against the purple man, and trying to keep his promise of not revealing how much Vincent’s told him. “Can we trade?” 

“We can trade,” Scott agrees. “What do you have to offer?” 

Anything to get his mind off the fact his best friend ate him. Forget he’s having a conversation inside a stomach. Occupy him so he doesn’t think about how much time it will take until he’s allowed out, if he is. 

“Hmm,” Mike hums thoughtfully, trying to find something worthy enough. “Oh! When he first grew, I followed him everywhere to help him practice walking around someone super small. But he was so afraid of accidentally crushing me that if I got too close, he’d sit down on the ground and stay there until I walked away. The first few times he did it, though, I thought he was offering me to climb up, so he’d sit there for hours because he didn’t want to pick me up.” 

Scott won’t lie, that’s something he can definitely use against Vincent in the future, especially with how confident he is at letting someone walk right next to where he’s about to stand. He’s a lot more interested in what the story implies, however. That Mike is the reason the purple man had so much practice at being a giant. That the kid was there when Vincent first grew. 

“Now your turn,” Mike grins before Scott can ask for more information. “Do you know what happened that made him hate ba-nan-as?” 

There��s no stopping his smile at the memory of why exactly Vincent holds a personal vendetta against that particular fruit. “That was actually because he was making pudding. He had a few overripe bananas set aside to use for it, but while he had his back turned, one of his brothers came in carrying a big box. When they put in on the counter, a corner landed on them and made them explode everywhere. It took him forever to get the smell of banana out of his hair and swore never to cook with them again.” 

The kid’s head tilts with interest. “What does it smell like?” 

The young man hesitates. “Have you never eaten one before?” 

“I wish,” Mike murmurs. “I’ve also really wanted to try pasta, but the closest thing Vincent could find was...I think he called it red? No, bread!” 

Scott stares for a moment. “Have you ever been to Earth, Mike?” 

He regretted asking as soon as the words left his mouth. Because he knew what the answer was. Knew the kid who spoke of being totally unafraid of following a giant who doesn’t know how to be a careful one and didn’t blink twice at the fact he was eaten couldn’t have grown up on the planet where such things were impossible. 

He could’ve kept himself blissfully ignorant, should’ve. But there’s no taking it back, not as Mike shakes his head. 

“No, but Vincent says it looks a lot like Colossus!”