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pupcuck · 6 months

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WASTE ME 2

ft. leon s. kennedy x gn!reader

tags. past rape/non-con referenced, unhealthy relationship, rape aftermath mentioned, blood mention, trauma, age gap, lots of victim blaming, creampie, pussy spanking

notes. hi :3 same warning as before this is just reader forming a trauma bond with their rapist but a onesided unrequited trauma bond 😭 leon is ooc so sorry ab that! probably vendetta leon but think ab any leon idk completely unedited bc i got lazy so ignore anything wrong I beg you. pov switches lots and leons character changes like 68 times

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You must be sick in the head. Got more than a few screws loose. ‘Cause he just raped you. When you asked for his number, he assumed the worst, you’re gonna take it to the cops for sure. So he thinks of pulling out all the stops. Do you know who I am? I saved the president's kid back in ‘05, D.S.O agent, sweetheart, you’ve got nothing on me. Shitty move. Super villain type shit that is. He’s meant to be quite the opposite. Meant to be keeping civilians safe or whatever. You just looked good, alright? Bent over like a dog, like you were asking for it. Jesus. That sounds fucked. Jail worthy statement. This job has messed with his head.

Then you whip out your phone, give him a shaky smile, look at him like he’s a god or something. His gut churns. You’re not much of a looker; eyes sunken into your skull from a clear lack of sleep, hangnails for days, skin patchy. But he feels bad. The least he can do is take you out to dinner. Pay for your hospital bills in case he tore anything important. Doubt it. Leon’s not got that much going on down there. God, you look young. Real young. Can’t be more than twenty-five. Closer to twenty if he’s completely honest with himself.

“I like your jacket,” you say, scuffing your shoes on the ground. He pretends not to notice the droplet of blood on your otherwise white sneakers.

“Thanks,” Leon tries to stop himself from grimacing as he gives you a once over, “I like your…” There’s nothing. He doesn’t like a single bit of you. I like your ass, that’s why I stuck my dick in you by the way, pussy was pretty good too, had me acting like a total sleaze. He couldn’t say that. Or he could. He’s sure you’d take it well. Might even wag your tail a little. Get on your knees and suck his dick. What a fucked up kid. Glad he had enough sense to pull out.

You wait with bated breath, blinking at him with these big, sad eyes. The rope of silence burns.

“I like your eyes.” It’s a patent lie, but you don’t pick up on it. Instead you get shy and look down at the ground.

Leon passes your phone back, you pluck it out of his palm, careful not to touch him. Practised movements almost. He doesn’t question it. You ask for his name, he answers but doesn’t ask for yours in return.

“I’m sorry,” Leon tells you, it’s not enough, and it never will be. But he’d like to be absolved of this guilt. He already has enough. It sits heavy on his chest most days. Now he has to go and do this. A few drinks in and he starts thinking with his dick.

“No, it’s okay,” you brush him off, smile at him with all your teeth. The bottom set is crooked. “It was my first time, so thank you. I’ve been meaning to lose it.” Who even talks about sex like that? As if it’s paperwork you haven’t gotten around to.

Yeah. You’re gone. Thanking the man who raped you. Did he knock you around too much? Good work, Leon. Just ruined another life.

“I don’t think…” Leon trails off, shakes his head. “Call me.”

“Will you pick up?” You ask quietly, there’s nerves behind it, you must be used to fake numbers.

He wasn’t going to pick up. But he will now. “Yeah, I always pick up.” Good ol’ reliable Leon. Being falsely cordial even with his rape victim.

“Cool,” you smile once more, it reaches your eyes, makes them crinkle. “Well, I’ll see you soon?” Your tone lilts in question.

“Soon.” Leon nods affirmatively. You limp away and he swallows down the bile burning his throat.

To say you like Leon would be an understatement. You’d smash every mirror that doesn’t hold his reflection. Thinking about him is all you do these days. When you’re laying in bed, when you’re laying on the sofa, when you’ve got your hands down your pants. You don’t do much else anyway. So it’s exciting to have someone new to think about, someone to break up the mundanities of your stagnant life. He’s busy a lot. He might be lying, but you choose to believe him. You’re the only one lonely enough to bear his absence.

It takes all of your confidence to call him, the line rings thrice then goes to voicemail. He calls back late one night. You’re up watching some B-movie that’s classed as soft porn. “Hello, hi?” You suck with phone calls. Fucked up so many jobs ‘cause you failed to answer unknown numbers.

Silence, then the audio crackles when he sighs deeply. “Hey.”

“Leon, hi,” you wonder if he can hear the smile in your voice. “What’s up?”

“I missed your call.”

He’s missed a lot of calls, you don’t remind him. “That’s okay, I know you’re busy.”

“Yeah,” Leon says absentmindedly, “what did you want?”

You haven’t thought that far ahead. You just wanted to hear his voice. “I just wanted to talk to you.”

“Listen,” he starts, you assume the worst. He’s going to get a restraining order against you. “Can we get dinner one night? Get this over with.” It’s only just started and he wants to get rid of you so soon. Better than nothing.

“Yes,” you agree too quickly, “yeah, I’m free whenever.” Whenever means whenever. There’s not a single day you’re booked and busy. Never is.

He says Friday at six. You wait for it all week long. Pace around your room, mull over an acceptable outfit. There’s no such thing as formal wear in your wardrobe, haven’t even done the laundry in weeks. It’s piling up, gathering dust in multiple corners of the house. You shave your legs for the first time in months, get razor burn, clean your brows up to the best of your abilities.

Leon still makes a face when he sees you in the light. Your mug takes some getting used to. He’s dressed in what you saw him when he held you. That same leather jacket, the stiffness makes his shoulders appear bigger than they are.

When you smile, he smiles back crookedly. Shows his teeth to compensate for the fakeness of it. He’s real handsome. The type of handsome that makes you feel sick. That you feel you shouldn’t be in the presence of. Making you so anxious it’s giving you the shits. If you saw him in public, you’d duck behind someone taller, stick to the shadows, just in case he caught your eye and felt nauseous.

“Sorry I’m late,” you try to keep up with his pace as he strides along, the urge to cling onto his arm is there. He’d likely push you off, spit on you, call you gross. Not that you’d mind. Would be quite embarrassing though. So you hold back.

“It’s alright, I only got here a minute ago.” His disgust ebbs away. You think. ‘Cause he manages to glance over at you without keeling over.

“Was it good?” You take his wrist in your hand, dig your blunt nails into his skin.

“What?”

“When you… when it happened, when we had, like, sex, was it good?”

“Jesus, that wasn’t, that wasn’t sex,” Leon tips his head back, brows drawn together. His head is killing him.

You’re at a loss for words. Opening your mouth to speak and coming up with nothing. You’re hurt maybe. When you do talk, it’s pure fluff. Really shows your age. “It wasn’t? So what was it?” When he shrugs, you keep going, “I wanted to know if it was good ‘cause I knew this girl, like, in school, her name was Emma,” you pause to wave at a baby snuggled up in its stroller, “her mom was a hooker, and she said it was, like, genetically loose. Like her y’know, down there.”

“What?” He repeats, equally baffled as he was by you calling rape sex.

“Yeah, and my mom wasn’t a hooker or anything, but I was just wondering’ if it felt good? Like for you or was it loose?” You gaze up at him the way a beaten dog looks at its owner. Like you trust him with all of you. With your beating heart, with all the gristle and the tough parts, with your paper-doll body, like he wouldn’t tear you in half.

What’s he supposed to say now? It felt real good. Best pussy he’s had in years, the guilt just feels a lot worse. He sobered up after the initial rush. Started feeling bad too late. When he’d bloodied you up already. Left you walking funny, knees bent inwards in a crude attempt to hide the raw pain.

“Felt great,” Leon’s a people pleaser.

“Would you do it with me again, Leon?” You ask him shyly, worrying your bottom lip til it bleeds.

“Yeah.” Pussy is pussy. Even if it’s coming from someone ugly. Oh, he’s just being mean now. You’re cute. Well, cute in the way pugs are. People like to take care of things that are ugly, they feel bad for them, and decide to adopt pugs despite all their problems. He’s a sucker for pretty eyes though. And he’s started to like yours. There’s a deer-like quality to them. Maybe it’s that wide-eyed look of sheer terror you give him anytime he shrugs you off. Kind of addictive.

“Wait, really?” God, you’re shaking, shaking out of pure excitement as you loop your arm with his. “I’d like to see your face, but I really don’t mind. We could do it like that again, from behind.”

“Let’s not talk ‘bout that right now, okay, sweetheart?” Leon says it as tenderly as he can manage.

“Yeah, right, sorry, god.” You follow after him quietly.

Leon orders for you ‘cause you ask him too. You sit on your hands to warm them up, you pick at your skin, don’t really have many manners. Clear you don’t come out often. Not like he took you anywhere fancy.

You eat when Leon isn’t looking. When he’s focused on his own plate, when he’s busy chatting up the busty waitress. It’s strange. You’re strange. Like you don’t want anyone to see you doing anything normal. It’s like breathing is embarrassing for you. Then you open up your mouth and tell him some bullshit, and it’s all very confusing.

He doesn’t want to take you home. You’re not like anyone else, not a cutie he’s picked up from the bar, not someone he’s known for more than a while. But he raped you, so he owes you. Now you’ve got some trauma bond with him. Imprinted on Leon like a duckling. Couldn't you just take some government apology money and leave?

There’s not much to talk about, nothing he wants to find out, he has no interest in getting to know you. Leon asks if you have a job, you shake your head, tell him your parents love you enough to give you more than you need, but they don’t quite like you. That you go to college, but not often, that you don’t really have many goals, that you’re okay with dawdling through life. Nothing has ever worked out for you, and that’s why you’re glad you met him.

Leon has to stop himself from gagging. When he looks your way he’s repulsed. Not by you. Promise. He’s seen some shit. An ugly thing ain’t enough to scare him. Just remembers the blood caked on his cock, how he tucked it back into his pants and it dried up on the drive home.

He takes you to bed soon enough, saw your knee bouncing with excitement, and Leon’s never been particularly good at small talk. You smell nice at least. Tad too sweet for his liking, but that’s alright. Clearly, you’ve put a lot of effort into looking nice for him, and he can appreciate that.

The hair on the back of his neck prickles when your smaller hands find purchase on his waist. You’re shaking as he hovers over you, too close for comfort. Avoiding eye contact like anything. Shy little thing you are. Might as well make a meal of it this time, take in all of you. You ask him to keep the lights low, beg him at one point when he reaches over to turn the lamp on his nightstand on.

“Sweetheart, I can’t even see what I’m doing,” Leon mumbles, his fingers fumbling with the buttons on your shirt, “might slip it in the wrong hole if I’m not careful.” Gross. When did he start saying shit like that?

“Hah,” you laugh softly, airy and nervous, hands coming to rest on his firm chest instead, “I wouldn’t mind, Leon.”

“You would when your fuckin’ guts fall out,” he manages to pop them, a few buttons clatter to the wooden ground noisily, “colostomy bag ain’t no fun.”

“I didn’t think that far ahead.” You’re smiling at him for sure, when he dips his head down to give an open-mouthed kiss to your lips, he feels it. Runs his tongue over your teeth. “I still wouldn’t mind, Leon.”

What a freak. He smooths your hands down your sides, over your tapering waist until he feels your belt loops, jeans low on your hips. The zipper is already down, the button is stiff, but he manages to get them open, shuffling them down and tossing them on the floor.

When Leon goes to undo his belt, you grab his wrist. “Can you turn on the lamp actually? I changed my mind.” You say quietly, fingertips running over his knuckles. “I want to see you.” So he listens. Leon wants to see what you’re wearing underneath. If it’s anything special. It’s not. Plain black cotton. You must not have anything else he supposes. “It felt bigger than that last time.” You’re looking at his half-hard dick, sitting up on your elbows and scrutinising it real bad.

Ouch. Well, you’re the ugly bitch who hasn’t managed to get him to his full potential. Leon’s being mean now, needlessly mean, ‘cause you’re just a kid with a big mouth, and you don’t seem to know when to shut it. “Yeah, ‘cause I raped you,” he laughs dryly. Tastes bile again. Funny saying those words out loud it is. Makes you feel like a real asshole.

“But I liked it, Leon, so I don’t think it was.” By the way you flinch when he spreads you apart, Leon thinks it really was exactly that. Poor baby. Pussy all sore ‘cause he split you open.

“You liked it, hm?” Leon drops his forehead against yours, tries to gage your reaction to his words. “You like being raped?”

Eyelids fluttering shut. Breath hitching. All smiles and warm skin. Yeah, you loved it. You don’t have to tell him that, he can see it. “Yeah… I loved it, Leon.” His thumb slips past your petal lips, he doesn’t even have to ask you to suck. He pulls it out with a pop, brings it down to your cunt and presses the pad to your throbbing clit. “Mmm, ‘cause you wanted me so bad you didn’t even ask me…”

Just his thumb and your hips are lifting up off the bed, cunt drooling all over his sheets. He has to admit, he made a real mess of you that night, can see the way he broke you in. Left you all sloppy. Ruined your perfect pussy so no one else could ever use it. Leon only wants the mess ‘cause he made it himself.

“That’s right,” Leon nods his head, “‘cause you were stickin’ your ass in the air like a bitch. Can’t blame me can you, sweetheart?”

“No, ‘s all my fault,” your brows pinch together when he pulls back the hood of your clit, rubs figures eights into the twitching bud. You mewl, snapping your legs shut, he pries your thighs apart easily, splays a big hand over your tummy to keep you down.

“Weren’t me, was it?” He pinches your clit between his thumb and pointer finger, dips the middle into your drippy cunt to test the waters. “Did that all to yourself ‘cause you wanted some dick, ain’t that right, baby?”

You’re awful cute like this, tears making your eyes all glassy, teeth chattering with the nerves, nostrils flared. Dumb little pup. Wonder what you looked like back then, with your face in the concrete, did you cry this pretty?

“C’mon,” Leon urges, “tell me again, sweetheart.” It’s snug in your cunt, two fingers squished together nicely by your pulsing walls, hot and wet. Makes a sticky sound when he pushes them knuckle-deep.

“Oh god,” you whine, hips bucking up into his palm, clit mashing into the bump of his palm, “it was my fault.” There’s a shaky breath between each of your words, so worked up, heat coiling in your belly.

“Coulda got me in so much trouble,” Leon tuts, shakes his head and you lower your gaze. Squeeze your eyes shut to hide behind the lids. Don’t wanna be blamed for it. “Don’t even care, do you?” He’s quick to remove his fingers, readies his palm to give your cunt a firm spank instead, the pleasure making your entire body jolt. “Just thinkin’ with this stupid fuckin’ pussy.” He spanks you again, cunt makes a wet squelch with the impact. Shit. There’s practically a puddle beneath you, leaking slick down your thighs, all over his jeans. Soaking him to the bone. Like he’s been caught in a monsoon or some shit.

“I’m sorry,” you choke on a sob, let out an ugly sounding hiccup that makes him coo, tilts your chin upward to kiss the salty tears away. “Didn’t mean to do it, Leon.”

Leon clicks his tongue, spanks you once more for good luck. “I know you didn’t, sweetheart, you’re just a bit slow, aren’t you?”

“Yeah,” you agree tearfully, he can’t help but laugh.

“Oh, that’s alright,” he croons to you so sweetly, like he might be in love with you. He’s not. But this is fun. Most fun he’s had in a long time. “Useless little thing, not good for much, are you?”

“Mhm,” you nod at him, so stupid, empty fuckin’ head.

“That’s alright, you’re good for one thing, sweetheart.” Leon squeezes your thighs, watches the skin dimple, “know what it is?”

“I’m good for you.” You give him a dopey smile, makin’ goo-goo eyes at him. God. Not in a million years.

“Not for me,” he pulls you towards him by your ankles, legs dangling off the bed until you wrap them around his waist, hold him close to you. Leon stands at the edge of the bed, his jeans fall loose around his ankles, he kicks his boxers off. Just to make his life easier. “Just for dick, yeah? You’re real good at taking dick.”

“Only yours, Leon,” you’re so taken by him it’s sickening.

“Nah,” he palms himself, thumb digging into the weepy head, “I think you’ll take any dick you can, sweetheart.” Your ears perk up at the schlick, schlick, schlick as he readies himself, droplets of pre running down his fist.

“I like you so much, Leon,” you’re begging him with your eyes, they flit from his cock to his eyes. Dick to his eyes. Blinking so much it’s making him a little dizzy. You’re all lashes and pouty lips, hands clasped together like you’re praying. “Oh!” You grab at his shoulders when he bullies his cock into you. Pupils blown out, doll lips parted in surprise. There’s not as much pain this time he bets. Cunts like a fucking slip ‘n slide, he’s sure it must feel good.

Leon bottoms out with a grunt. He draws his hips back, shallow thrusts that get you keening, babbling like a little baby ‘bout how much you adore him. Just ‘cause of some dick. God, you really know how to make him feel good. The fat head of his cock hits that spongy spot inside of you just right, ‘cause your back arches up in a way that looks painful. Exorcist type shit. Even hears your bones crack.

“That good, baby?” He laughs lowly in your ear, has to swallow back a groan when you clench tight around him, “c’mon, stop pushing me out, darling.” Leon gives a sharp thrust, pushes his way past your tightness, leaky tip nestled up against your cervix, fleshy and warm. Tiny little pussy you’ve got, no wonder it hurt so bad back then, just about managed to take all of Leon.

“I love you,” you whimper a fervid confession, baring your neck like an animal. He bites into your skin with the aim to break it. Hot and carnal. His heavy balls slap against the fat of your ass, he’s fucking you so good, so deep. Each thrust garners a whiny noise that he hushes with a kiss, gushes of slick running down his shaft and wetting his balls. Messy pup. Never fucked anyone that got so damn wet for him. Mostly ‘cause Leon has a knack for hitting on people who don’t reciprocate. His fingers on your clit is all it takes. Leon feels it, how your cunt forces him out when you cum, with each upwards thrust is a squirt of wetness.

“That’s it, sweetheart, let it all out for me,” Leon rolls his hips into you, the sweat on his brow begins to trickle down his face. He tastes it on his brow.

You're spent. Can’t even lift a finger, going lax on him as he drives himself into your cunt, slams his hips into yours till they bruise. Groaning, his cock spurts all it can inside of you, skin stretching taut as his abs tighten, spilling his load in your cunt. Right where you’d like it. Pulling out didn’t even cross his mind. Pussy is awful good for such a dull face.

“Leon,” you’re giving him a dopey smile, so stupid, lovesick on dick alone, he hasn’t even done anything nice for you.

He hums for you to keep going, slips his cock out with a lewd pop and flops down beside you.

“I really like you,” you nuzzle your nose into his neck, “like loads ‘n loads.”

“I know you do,” Leon states, “I don’t mind keepin’ you around or anything, darling,” like a pet, “just can’t have you fallin’ in love with me.” You look away from him with a scowl. Too late. He knows that.

“I like you, Leon,” you hug his arm, “I don’t… you can stick it in my ass if that’s what you really want, I really don’t mind. I don’t think it’d feel that bad.”

You think that’s gonna keep him around? Might’ve worked when he was twenty. “When I call you, you’ll pick up, won’t you?”

“Yeah, of course I will, Leon.”

“Then we can talk, but you can’t keep calling me, alright?” Work has always been a problem. But now he has you. Loser who’ll stick around to the end of time for him. It’s nice this way. The whole rape thing is behind the both of you too. You’re so set on liking it anyway, not gonna turn him in or anything.

“Okay, Leon,” you’re pouting, but you’re not spoiled so you agree. “What if I miss you?”

“Then you just gotta wait for me.”

“I’ll always wait for you, Leon,” you smile wide, “I don’t have anyone else to wait for.”

Not like he had anyone else either. Quite nice finding the one person in the world that might be lonelier than him. Sadly, it makes Leon feel better about himself, ‘cause at least he has contacts in his phone. He’d be dead if he ended up the way you did. Would’ve knocked back a few pills years ago.

“I really like you though, Leon, and you can rape me again if it makes you like me too,” you’re so incessant, he might just take you up on that offer.

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oncewhenalongtimeago · 3 months

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sorry but i think i lost your plot has to be peak literature because it's one of the only thing ive ever read from start to last update in under an hour

Sorry, but I Think I Lost Your Plot pt 14

Pairing: Onesided!Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III x Modern!Fem!Reader

Words: 2,163

You get caught up in some hobbying.

Tags: Time Travel, Reader into Movieverse, crafting, bead making

Your relationship with the older vikings, men and women alike, as their sometimes delivery girl, sometimes shepard -though that was much less of a harrowing job now that the dragons were cool, and you were afforded the privilege of spend a lot less time hiding and running- sometimes portable laundromat and shiphand, afforded you certain knowledge that other people sometimes weren’t privy to, though Berk was an open floor for gossip.

Like how the twins were always looking down because their helmets were too shallow to balance themselves on their heads, which had the consequence of making it seem as if they were always up to something. Which, coincidentally, they were- Their mother complained about them a lot in between mentions of her husband and fawning over Stoick.

You learned how to cook some from Mrs. Ingerman, and you’d taught her a few words from your time period, which was nice.

You’d had to do Snotlout's laundry and clean his room on more than one occasion, even had to pull it out of his basement room more than once, which you were thoroughly disgusted by. You’d learned a lot more about the guy from that experience than you’d ever wanted and had refused to take any of the Jorgensons’ laundry from then onward.

You’d even done things for Hiccup and for the Chief, mostly things he was unaccustomed to doing as he was too busy acting as the leader of the village and things Hiccup missed because he was too busy doing whatever he did out with the riders. You were sure Hiccup’d had no idea just the same as Snotlout.

There were a few things you were certain to never bring up, including but not limited to a hastily drawn but very detailed sketch of your face shoved in a notebook tossed under his bed, not particularly helpful in terms of putting to rest the whole crush thing, or the small pail of screws he was sure to have brought back from the forge without his father’s blessing.

You were in denial a little bit, yeah.

You should probably tell him. About the whole being in his room thing. But you wouldn’t. Definitely not.

It seemed, though, that despite this extra eye into the working world of Berk, you’d still ended up missing a few things.

Berk was… A community. You weren’t sure how you never realized that.

The Great Hall was filled with warm laughter, people patting each other on the back, men and women sharing stories about their kids and, often enough for you to take notice, Hiccup. It looked like raising him was a group effort.

Off in the corner were others at a table by shallow baskets which were shaped like oblong gold pans filled with fine powder and shells, men and women sitting along the side sorting dragon scales and grinding them down with flat stones and clearly chiseled pestels.

Dragons squealed and bobbed around your periphery, tossing and picking up what must’ve been colorful, neutral stones.

Large men and women and children hunched over the tables all over the hall, rearranged so that they were all closer to each other, parallel as they whittled away at things you couldn’t completely see, tables lined with leaves and the occasional plate.

It was well lit.

People filled the halls between tables with joyful conversation, playfully batted at each other and sat back. The whole space was bustling and also relaxing, somehow.

In the background was Ack arguing with some blonde woman, but even that was nice. You could tell he didn’t mean it and neither did she, shooting back just barely inaudible jabs with each other.

You were mindful of the basket in your arms full up with his laundry, just recently cleaned and aired out.

You had stopped in your tracks at the sight, standing just before a short table placed perpendicular to the rest as if the lady sitting there was the guard to some booth or other.

You looked down finally, noticing how she looked at you nearly eye level with a raised brow. She had plenty of wrinkles on her forehead, which told a lot about a life made by concern and stoicism. She also wore a large, very off white apron over a grayish vaguely beige long sleeve short and a long brown skirt, which you only just barely caught sight of as she lifted it up to wipe down something in her hand.

She had a shallow basket in front of her filled with what looked like beads and various strings, needles and small carving knives with wood shavings laid on the cloth-covered table around her.

“Hi,” You said, breaking the wall between the two of you.

“...Hello, dear,” She responded, after a while, settling down her skirt and placing a colorful bead back into her basket. He picked up a needle instead, which you saw was already attached to a long string with beads all down the length.

You wondered where they’d gotten the dye for it. Could dye even be used on glass? Was it glass?

Instead of asking those questions, you shuffled your feet.

You glanced at a white sleeve flopped over the side of the basket, which you held by a bar on the other side and pressed into your hip, “What’s going on?”

“Crafting is going on,” She said, plainly.

You nodded, “I like it.”

It wasn’t an uncommon sight to see Vikings wandering around Berk, trying their hand at leatherworking and carving and other things. Now that they had the time, being assaulted a lot less by Dragons, the Berkians indulged their more artistic inclinations, exercising muscles for skills they’d never been able to before.

“I mean, this is great. What started it?” You asked.

You wanted to join in. It might be nice.

“Oh, you haven’t seen? The pride of Berk, walking around with his little bead like a bird,” She chortled fondly, “Did you see it? I wonder who gave it to him? Lucky girl. He has, dare I say it, started a trend.”

A bird? You quirked your lips up at what was most certainly an exaggeration. You hadn’t seen anything like that. You failed to mention that you’re the one who made it.

You wondered if Hiccup knew about any of this at all. You didn’t.

“How do you know it was a girl?”

You turned. The spoken voice belonged to one of the women you’d see before in the Hall. She came over, done fussing with Ack in the background.

She was also blonde, a brighter, more yellow shade with a few less gray hairs. And she was large, also, with broad shoulders and a strong presence. Her arms were the largest between them.

She wore tight trousers and a large though not long tunic. Her boots were plain leather and looked to be of the pirate variety.

You pondered the idea that they might be related, or at least good friends.

“Look at him!” The first lady put down her needle, resting it in her shallow basket again, a glass bead falling down the string as she did, gesturing with her hand, though there was no Hiccup in sight, “He’s so happy! So proud! The small thing. He’s got too much energy for his little bones to handle.”

You thought he might be offended if he heard her say that.

“Oh, don’t be delusional,” The one with big arms huffed, “And don’t let him hear you say that.”

“But I’m right!”

“You’re wrong! He’s no myth, sweetheart. You can’t go around treating him like one of your little stories,” She shook her head, crossing her arms.

“The Ragnar is real!” She insisted, staring down the Ack lady, meeting her eyes until the other woman rolled her own. You could tell it was a disagreement as old as time itself, but like with the other woman’s squabble with Ack, there was no malice in it, “Beowulf, too.”

They were just putting on a show.

You felt your lips stretch wider. It felt good to be a part of, even as a witness.

“Well, anyways, I’ve been thinking of making it a regular thing. You know, putting it on a schedule. Craft nights…”

You nodded excitedly, “It’s very modern.”

“Do you think so?” She asked, pleased.

“You don’t think we’ll have better things to be doing?”

“Our ancestors used to do it, can’t see why we can’t.”

“Really?” You asked.

“Oh, yes. Read a passage about it once, saw a note or something like in one of the dragon books. Glass beadmaking,” She looked up wistfully, pausing briefly in her rhythmic sewing, “I always wanted to try it… But we had no forge, no beads, no time, then, either. I was just a little girl. But now…!”

She picked something small but shiny out of the basket in her lap, ooh-ing to herself.

You were on the outside, kind of, though not on purpose. Everyone was welcoming enough, though they were much too busy fighting with the dragons to notice much or throw a party or anything. You were never excluded but you always had better things to do, too, so, well.

But this was here, and it seemed convenient.

“Dear, come sit down,” She squealed slyly, voice both quick and dragging, face gleeful, which seemed out of place on her wide, bult frame and stern face.

“Okay,” You said, beaming.

You stuck mostly to the woodworking bead types.

The image of glass beads shattering midair was frightening, though you were sure that none of the dragons around here could reach those speeds. Flying that fast might be dangerous for people too.

Most of your beads were probably going back to Hiccup anyways.

Of course, you had your own handful of small colorful semi-porcelain.

You tried a bunch of colors of all different types, and ended up with a handful of each. It was cool, to the super-so degree, and it was free. It seemed good will did a lot, and community bonding exercises were meant to be just that and nothing else. There was a line of Vikings, adults and children alike, ready to do their own part and bring things in anyhow.

Many Vikings used ground up dragonhide to dye and waterproof beads and to mix in with melted glass in order to give it a pretty stain.

It was interesting, especially now that many Vikings were using Dragons in place of a kiln, and how they’d set up small buildings with bricks and some coal and used those too.

It was disastrous, at some moments. There were many burns, mostly small, that people went up to Gothi for, saying their goodbyes in bummed tones.

Gothi must have had enough of it because she came down eventually to manage the glassmakers and smack the unfortunate.

It was… nice.

The afternoon light was surprisingly nice on your face. It felt a lot nicer and your chest felt lighter, the world awash with things bright and endearing.

You looked forward with a winning smile at Hiccup.

“You liked the one I gave you, right?” You held out a handful of blue glass and wood beads to Hiccup, “They’re doing craft days in the Hall. I made some.”

You had a bunch of others in pouches around your belt.

You didn’t have anywhere to put them besides. You had no dragon to ride, so in time you might favor the glass ones. You had trouble with a few of them. The dragonhide did a great deal to make the glass more sticky when it heated up.

“You’re going to see a lot more people around with beads on.”

There were not enough leaves and pouches for all your sorted beads so they were sort of mixed, but you got a hold of a good few before it was time to clean up and you fled before anyone could notice. The hall would still be active for a while.

“You started a trend, I think,” You said, matter-of-factly.

It was impressive. Trends usually fell to the Chief, who recently had been trying to approach you though he always got carried away by tasks before he could.

Hiccup had a sort of goofy smile on his face which consisted of a slightly upturned lip and the framing of his two largest front teeth which dropped as, as it looked like, he snapped back into himself, “What?”

“Yeah,” You said after you finished unloading the rest of his pouches into his arms and turned to walk away.

You looked around as you fled, making sure no one was watching.

He looked down like he wasn’t sure what to do with all of them, and also a little bit put off.

You wondered if you overdid it.

A small weight shifted by your ankle as you walked, the coins you’d slipped into a side pocket in your boot. You were going to ask around for some seeds.

#thank you #hope you enjoy #httyd #how to train your dragon #hiccup x reader #httyd x reader #fem reader #hiccup horrendous haddock III #hiccup haddock #x reader

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cephalotyrant · 4 days

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hiiihiii who out of azurido is more likely to ask the other if they'd still love him if he was a worm? Me personally i think it'd be azul just because he just seems to deal with insecurity and stuff more but a weird part of me can't help but imagine riddle doing the orange peel test on azul

And imagine riddle seeing azul's octopus form T_T he already knows azul is an octopus but actually seeing it for real??? And azul's reaction???? and riddle hesitates or smth and AZUL THINKS HE DISLIKES IT RAHHHHHHH-

Also you've probably scrolled thru their tag onn ao3 but there's this one super good completed longfic featuring them called Petals and Pearls by bedtime_at_four_am (That reminds me BRO I NEED TO GO COMMENT ON IT RAGHHHH) it's a fake-dating au

but yeah they're just goobers aghhhh

and part of me can't help but imagine pre book-6 azurido as like the popular onesided radiostatic trope in hazbin but less.... yk villainy/hateful and more just competitive azul with riddle being so confused where Azul's just trying so hard to get one over on riddle and just constantly scheming while riddle is like... wow that guys weirdly smug i wonder why anyways

like-

Azul: IM GOING TO MAKE THIS BOY PAY FOR UNDERESTIMATING ME JUST YOU SEE

Riddle: Wow he seemed a bit angry. I guess someone made him eat hamburg steak on a tuesday or something

anyways tyy and sorry for taking ur post as a chance to invade ur inbox

YIPPEE A RESPONSE AND ITS FROMMM YOUUU! <3 THE AZUL-ER EVER!

You mention ao3 and I can't help but remember the fact that there is already an Would You Love Me if I Was A Worm fic. (worm dorks) It is Cater's influence on Riddle but the other way around? Hm... Riddle's a very doting person to animals and the worm being his boyfie? yeah he'd take the question extremely seriously and swear his loyalty to worm-Azul. The orange peel test... yeah. Less of a 'test' and more 'Riddle's just not used to peeling his own oranges'. Like he gets a craving for them and royally messes up his first attempt so Azul does it in his stead. After laughing at how bad he is, of course. (But stopping right before he gets too upset about it. I think Azul would be very careful with boundaries, considering his past with bullying and his abilities to read other people's cues.)

Azul is bigger than Jade and Floyd in their merforms... tiny Riddle. I think he'd be shocked to see just how much bigger this previously only 5'9 slimy businessman is. and it'd scare Azul.

F... funny you mention Petals and Pearls... I've been meaning to touch it up and edit it a little.... yeah.... uhm. I check Azul/Riddle on ao3 daily nightly evening-ly. I was there when it was written because ITS IN MY GOOGLEDOCS. HAHAHA. 🥲🥹

...Being everywhere as a contributor to a rarepair is hard. 'Super Good' I'M FLATTERED AND TEARING UP.....

On the bright side. While drowning in wips from all sides I'm already drafting my NEXT ONE. It's the exact opposite. No one believes that they're NOT dating (it's the newspaper's fault..) 🙏

Never watched Hazbin! But (Idia or Cater, cant remember) have mentioned that they've only been classmates in their current year, which means it's totally possible that Riddle used to Be Azul's classmate. Add the fact that they were pre-overblot, and it goes crazy. Like rough draft but imagine,

"I'd appreciate it if you focused on the professor, Azul."

(What Azul hears) "Don't waste my time, stupid octopus. I'm already a housewarden you're not on my level. loser."

And Azul vows to get him. The end.

Which makes a funny juxtaposition because Jamil’s ACTUALLY like "Leave me alone, stupid octopus. Just leave me alone. Loser."

Please take over my inbox whenever you want. This padded room is lonely.

#twst #twisted wonderland #azurido #ask?#ask.#riddle rosehearts #azul ashengrotto #azurid #my azurido thoughts deserve to be tagged yes #impostor syndrome on tumblr is crazy no one gives a shit bruh

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profound-bouquetbird · 4 days

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hi!!! could I please request Reader x snotlout relationship headcanons? Possibly them being opposites on the surface but actually being similar in a way? Like they both feel things very strongly

This took me a little while longer to write, since I didn't really pay that much attention to snotlout throughout the three main movies that I watched 😔

But! I didn't want to leave your request unanswered and wrote it :)

Sorry if it isn't completely accurate. If you have any tips leave them in my inbox or send them through private messages :)

Some key words:

-D/n = Dragon's name

Alright, let's start off with the basics. You probably met through a mutual friend

*cough* *cough* Astrid *cough*

And he at first didn't get your whole get up. I mean, you were vikings!

Whilst he acted (somewhat) reckless and seemed to shift to this supposed 'playboy' persona of some sort (although that persona really wasn't accurate..)

While you were on the calmer side, closed off and anly speaking to people when needed

He found it a tad bit annoying

I mean- you're vikings! You're supposed to be reckless! Yet you were- not?

Well, at least in his eyes you weren't

After a little while, you started to open up a bit more. Still not having that reckless and uncaring persona vikings had, but being the usual self just more... Outgoing? If you could call it that

But, Snotlout paid no mind. He was too busy looking our for his own image to care

I think the first time he noticed something about you that intrigued him was when you first made friends with the dragons

Snotlout trudged through the grass, an over exaggerated groan echoing through the island as he carried food for his dragon, Hookfang

While he walked, he couldn't help but overhear a seemingly onesided conversation, in which a familiar voice was involved

"We're gonna be the best, D/n!" A voice, which could only belong to Y/n, encouraged. Snotlout smirked as he walked towards the sound, peaking from the corner to spot the dragon rider scratching their dragons head

"We're gonna win this race! Promise." Y/n chuckled, patting their dragons head twice before mounting onto them

"That's quite a big promise there, Y/n. Are you sure you'll live up to it?" Snotlout butted in, mockingly smirking at them as he waited for their response

Y/n looked him up and down, smirking lightly themselves as they sighed

"Seeing how you and your dragon act together, I'd say I've got better chances." They sighed, pulling their dragons head upward lightly to send them into flight

Snotlout only glared as they flew away, but he couldn't help but feel something forming in his chest. Admiration? No, that can't be it...

Maybe respect?

From that point on, each time the two of you interacted, Snotlout gained more and more respect for you, which eventually turned into a crush

He was so obvious about it

Like he did with Ruffnut, he constantly flirted and did small favour's for you. Either getting the sheep for you to win the race or tightening up a know that you definitely didn't need his help with

And to your oblivious eyes, you just though it was playful teasing and friendly interactions. Oh... Poor you

You'd sometimes play into his flirting. Giving him a few fake compliments and teasing remarks back, which only worsened his crush

The more he hung out with you, the more he realized how many characteristics you two shared!

Yes, on the outside you acted completely opposite, like I had mentioned in the begging

But, you both had this urging courage that propelled you forward, you both needed praise and attention from the ones you loved. But, while snotlout was more outward in showing these emotions, constantly complaining that is; you'd more often than not just keep to yourself, giving the person small hints but never outwardly saying it

Okay, let's start with the actual relationship headcanons:

I think he'd be the type to show you off. Like: "hell yeah they're my partner! You wanna say something about it?????"

Love language is definitely 'words of affirmation'

My guy is in constant need of praise 😭

Doesn't mean he doesn't praise you tho. You're constantly receiving words of encouragement and praise; but he'll stop praising you as soon as you stop praising him (like that's ever going to happen)

Is really into pda but also not that into pda if that makes sense? Yes, he'll wrap an arm around your shoulders, kiss the top of your head, even peck your lips every once in a while. But there is no way in hell he'll actually make out with you in public! Nu-uh, that's for you and him only

I can't really think of anything else... So I'm gonna leave it here for now :)

Sorry for the huge delay on the posting! If you have any other requests please leave them in!

#httyd snotlout #httyd #how to train your dragon #snotlout #snotlout x reader #httyd snotlout x reader #x reader

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kittiofdoom · 1 year

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tagged by the lovely @socially-awkward-skeleton

I finally wrote myself out of the hole I was stuck in from chapter 3 of Midnight Sins, mostly by working on a little part further on in the chapter and now I just have to go back and fill in the gaps. So here’s a little segment of a very onesided conversation between Ava and Pastor Jerome.

no pressure tagging: @strangefable @detectivelokis @hoesephseed @direwombat @thomrainer @phillipsgraves @sstewyhosseini

The sign of the Spread Eagle flickered, buzzing in the way only neon signs do. It was annoying and soothing all at once. Ava stared at it, not really focusing on what was in front of her but it was something to fixate upon while she sat on the roof of the building and cursed Nick Rye in all the ways she knew how while staring into the middle distance.

Fucking selfish bastard.

“Mind if I join you?”

Ava startled, a wild look in her eye. Hand twitched, inching towards the pistol at her waist before she saw who had disturbed her. Her hand lingered probably longer than it should've before she set it back down on the tiles next to her.

Pastor Jerome.

He looked tired, but no less resolute with two bottles of beer in hand that he raised in peace offering—one the cap still firmly sealed.

Ava really didn't want to be dealing with people and yet she humoured the man, gesturing with a wave to the spot next to her. Jerome smiled and dipped his head before climbing over the railing.

“Don't fall off and break something,” she grumbled, accepting the bottle as it moved into her range. The bottle cap was on securely, Ava made sure to test it before finally popping it off with her knife. Jerome wasn't phased, having been warned by Mary May just how in depth Ava's checking of her drinks went. If she so much has suspected someone had tampered with it it would be refused.

“So Dep...” Jerome began as he sat down and Ava heaved a sigh like she knew this was coming.

“Jerome, you've known me how long now? What, ten years?” Ava snapped, taking a swig of the bottle to try and stop herself before she went completely off on the man. It didn't work because as soon as she finished she was talking again. “Can you at least do me the honour of using my fucking name if I'm going to get a lecture? Or would it be a sermon? Well I've got my holy water-” she swirled the bottle with a sneer “-so do your worst.”

Jerome was silent for a good few moments and Ava watched the way his brows furrowed together just a fraction as he was thinking. She watched the realization dawn on his face and it was almost satisfying—almost—but the tight knot in her chest merely constricted and sat like dead weight.

“Avery,” he finally said. He reached up to scrape a hand over his face before adjusting his glasses. “I'm sorry, we get caught up in the titles, especially with everything going on.”

“Yeah, it's easier to send a figurehead to bleed for a cause when they don't have a name-” She didn't get a chance to finish her sentence because Jerome jumped in.

“-Now Avery it's not.. we're not-”

“-No, I am talking.” Ava cut him right off again in return. She stared back at the sign, following the curves of the letters with her gaze because if she looked at his face that white knuckled grip she had on her self control would start to unravel again. “Don't tell me it's not like that, because I've lived it Jerome. And you'll say that that I'm valued and important, you might even throw in a God works in mysterious ways and we need to work together to overcome this and you can't do it without me. And maybe you can't, but I can't fly Nick Rye's plane and I'm not apologizing for punching him in the face. He's just going to have to deal with the consequences of his actions. I'm not doing it.”

#writing: midnight sins wip #one step closer by linkin park plays in the background jkjk #me writing this: boy i can't wait to see how Jerome talks his way out of this... wait i have to write him talking his way out of this #( ava your pride and wrath are showing check yourself bb)#my writing

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le-amewzing · 2 years

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A Little Love for Talents

Not me reading in too deeply to a heartfelt episode, no sirree. ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ *Note: This is set after s1e12, "Showdown at the Round Up."

Fic: "A Little Love for Talents" [FFN] [AO3]

Pairings/Characters: pre?onesided?Amy Madden/Hartley

Rating: K

Words: ~1,565

Additional info: romance, friendship, 3rd person POV

Summary: Amy and Hartley have made up, but Hartley's curious about Amy's musical pursuits.

Amy still has mixed feelings after the incident with Gem and the tryouts. Then again, she often has mixed feelings these days, and it didn't used to be that way. Amy used to know her feelings a lot better before her family moved to Valley View. But, now that they're here in Texas, her feelings often are a muddled mess, and—really—they're always tied up in something centered on Hartley.

Still, it's hard to hold that against Hartley (try though the villain in her wants to) when her best friend sits beside her on the porch and beams at her like that after the girls finish their first ever duet.

"Why am I not surprised that you can perfectly harmonize with me?" Hartley quips, a chuckle in her voice.

Amy shrugs it off, distracted for two seconds by Hartley's words before realizing the other girl refers to their musical talents. "Really? That's what's impressive?" She pats the guitar's body twice.

Hartley offers her a little smirk (hmm, maybe she's rubbed off on her at last). "Okay, yeah, you've got skills." She sighs happily and scoots closer, leaning back on the bench so she can glance out at the stars. "…you know, I think, more than the Round Up gig, I'd like this."

Amy furrows her brow and does a double-take.

Hartley gestures between them. "I don't think I need a big crowd. I managed to perform in front of a bunch of people once without my nerves getting to me, thanks to my second audition—and thanks for that." She shrugs. "But I like this, you and me. Hey!" she says, and Hartley shoots up without warning, her face too close, her smile too bright. "How about we make this a regular thing?"

"Just—us? Singing together?"

"Yeah!"

"That's kind of a small thing to ask for, Hartley." Amy wants to point out that requests should always be grand things…but she quiets the greedy, villainous voice in her head tonight.

But Hartley's smile never wavers. "Then it should be easy to deliver on it, right?"

Hmm. Perhaps Hartley's more devious than Amy's given her credit for…

Fulfilling Hartley's request seems like Amy's biggest challenge yet…but, actually, it's not. The girls manage to make it a habit, somehow, but Amy has to put a lot of effort in to make it happen, because Hartley's still got that shy streak and Amy definitely feels more like herself (…and maybe wants to keep Hartley's attention for herself…) when they're able to have a moment to themselves.

But finding those moments? That's hard. And Amy Madden really doesn't do hard. (Except when it comes to Hartley.)

There aren't many chances at school, which is just so…eugh, full of people. But, sometimes, on occasion, Hartley finishes up in study hall early and Amy convinces her that sneaking out when your work is completed ahead of schedule is all right every now and then. They take a stroll down empty hallways, humming tunes together softly, because Amy doesn't care about getting in trouble, but she's starting to care a little these days about her goody two-shoes getting in trouble.

The only other time at school comes during lunch when Hartley doesn't have a Sunshine Club meeting whisking her away elsewhere. Nope, with Amy and Hartley together and the weather still good, they grab a table outside the high school, rounding the corner to one of the tables a little less visited and a little less clean than others. It's gross, to be honest, but it's nothing that a muffled sonic blast can't shake loose (just the top layer of grime, at least!), leaving the rest to be covered by napkins.

And, then, with silence and time to themselves, Amy drums her fingers on her lunch tray, giving Hartley a beat.

Hartley's eyes sparkle as she recognizes the rhythm as the new song she shared with Amy the day before. She sings the few opening bars before Amy joins in, harmonizing while turning the song into a round.

When they finish the first stanza and chorus, Hartley laughs, which makes Amy smile. They pause to eat some of their lunches, drink water to wash it all down and clear their pipes, and there's enough time left to finish the song and cram the rest of what the school calls "food" into their mouths before the break's over.

All this? It takes effort, Amy thinks when she waves as the girls part, Hartley heading to Spanish and Amy leaving to terrorize her history class. But Hartley's kinda worth the effort…

(Of all her muddled feelings, this is the only thing that's clear.)

At home, it's harder. UGH.

There's no hanging out at Hartley's place, because a) Hartley's room is…still a lot to wade through (literally) and b) Celia seems always to be present. Like, how's that even possible?! (Frankly, the more time they spend around Celia, the less the Maddens understand her.)

Amy's room isn't an option, either. If it were up to Amy, they would've soundproofed her room the moment they moved into this place. But has that happened? Nooo, of course not. Did her father build his secret layer instead? Of course he did!

…but the secret layer isn't a place to hang either, even though it is soundproof. Much as with the rest of the house, there's almost always someone around. And, given Colby's new powers, it's hard to know whether the girls are stumbling across someone even in a supposedly empty room.

So that leaves Amy and Hartley resigned to being back where they started: the porch. Amy heaves her biggest disgruntled sigh yet.

But Hartley offers her a grateful smile and pats Amy's back before wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "Hey, it's no big deal! I love it out here anyway, Amy."

"You won't be saying that when the temperature drops ten, twenty degrees in another month or two."

"True… But that's what coats, hats, and scarves are for!" She beams.

Amy glares at her…but can't hold on to her annoyance for long. In all honesty, maybe she won't need all those layers this winter. Hartley radiates warmth every time she looks at Amy like that. "Instruments don't like the cold very much, Hartley," she reminds the curly-haired girl.

Hartley's smile falters. "Oh. Right." She pauses and whips out her phone, tapping this and swiping that. A minute later, she turns the screen towards Amy. "Next best thing, then?"

On the screen is a digital guitar. Hartley swipes a finger over the imaginary strings, and a discordant sound comes out. Amy cracks a smile and snorts. "Telling me to make do, Hart?"

"I just want to keep going as long as we can, as long as you want to," she replies.

Amy swallows a strange lump in her throat. In addition to these mixed feelings, she's not used to this notion of someone wanting her around (the Havoc side of her wants to ask if Hartley's ever had her head checked, because wow). Amy fumbles for her actual guitar. "W-Well, it's not freezing yet. Shall we?"

Hartley listens to a few chords first. She meets Amy's eyes before landing on the first song she wants to sing tonight. Then she sings.

It's…been a little while, or maybe that gaze and their chat caught Amy off-guard, but Amy's mesmerized by her best friend's voice yet again. She forgets to come in on cue and decides, eh, might as well let Hartley have this one. When the song ends, Amy chuckles. "You know, your talent is kind of like a superpower, Hartley."

"Hmm," Hartley hums, tapping her finger on her chin while she mulls over the idea. Then she blinks and tucks her hands into her lap, and her eyes dart to Amy. Her words come out cautiously: "Amy, uhm…if your power is sonic-based, then…does your singing come from…?"

Stunningly, Amy doesn't fly into a rage. Actually, she's not offended at all by the question, which really surprises her; she knows she would've smacked anyone else for implying Amy wouldn't have a voice if not for her powers. But…Hartley…Hartley is different. Amy plucks the strings absentmindedly and explains, "You don't immediately come into your powers."

Hartley cocks her head to one side, curious.

"I wasn't born using these powers, if that's what you mean. I was just a little kid who really liked singing. But that didn't foreshadow what powers I would get either." She snickers. "For instance, Jake? He was a total weakling before his powers came in, so."

Hartley pulls a face at that—one sunken eyebrow and that little pout, a nonverbal reprimand which is cute but otherwise lost on Amy—and shakes her head. "Gotcha…"

"Hey, Hartley, look"—she grabs Hartley's nearer arm, snatching back her friend's attention—"even if my powers were responsible for my singing…I'm still glad for this talent."

Any traces of confusion disappear from Hartley's features. That pout melts into a smile, and she's back to beaming adorably at Amy, whose brain finally catches up with what her mouth just blurted.

Mixed, muddled feelings or no, Amy is loath to finish the implied rest of her thought. Because it's still hard to admit that, while singing almost cost her Hartley once, it's brought them closer now—

—and that means everything to Amy, powers or talent or whatever it may be.

Aww, yay! I thought this was gonna be a drabble—but it turned into a short oneshot! XD After e12, I couldn't let go of this hc that they rly ought to sing together still from time to time, and thus this fic was born. -w- Their chemistry's just so cute?? So I'mma ignore Declan for now! *lol* (Altho ngl—after e13, Kai Moya appeared in the newest ep of NCIS: Hawai'i, and I legit went, "OCULON?!" at the screen. XD) Also, I had no specific songs in mind this time (as opposed to in "attuned"), primarily bc most of what I listen to/own is foreign, *lol*.

Thanks for reading, and feel free to leave an anon/unsigned review via the FFN link or comment via the AO3 link at the top of the post, especially if you enjoyed this!

~mew

#vovv #villains of valley view #hartmy #amy madden #hartley (vovv)#fanfic #mew writes too much

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bloogers-boogers · 11 months

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Kyle Brofloski/ Eric Cartman (onesided) Eric Cartman/ Yentle (SP two-parter)

/Selfishness/ [part 2 ⬇️] 》》》》 [part 1]

~~~~~~~~~

After that day he only witnessed Cartman get closer to Yentle, he couldn't do much cause he feared people or Stan will pick up what was actually going on.

Still he did his research, printing piles of Cartman's criminal history, heading towards her house; that was across the block from his.

Knocking carefully the front door.

"Yeah?" She answered, tilting confused as she eyed him, "omy God, did Eric send you to give me a romantic note? He's such a tease~" she beamed in thought, guessing his why arrival.

"No, Yentle. I need to talk to you seriously," frowning slightly annoyed by that.

Her face went blank before gesturing to come in.

He pass her a notebook full of Cartman's shit, watching how the girl eyed carefully each page. The silent of the room was piercing deadly at his chest. He can only imagine how disappointed Cartman would be after being rejected by Yentle.

But, he can't say he feels any sorta of guilt for it.

Tapping his foot lightly desperately wanting to hear or see a reaction from her. Making sure it was a definitive she'll leave him alone.

But she seemed a little too unfazed by it, passing the notebook back to him. And pushing him to go towards the door as 'you should leave now.'

"Don't you have anything to say?" He asked confused by her lack of reaction.

"Eh, my dad has done worse," She shrugged before slamming the door in front of him.

He shuddered by the noise emitted, but he was left even more confused by what that meant, but it wasn't even remotely close of how angered he was for not achieving his goal.

Being back home gave him the freedom to look in to Yentle's own history, it didn't seem there was much more to the girl from what she had displayed in school but it seems her family was quite a reckless one. Her father was sent to a mental clinic two years ago because of his bad schizophrenia and murderous tendencies, he actually caused a lot of shit back in New York, which in one of those bad episodes was sent off to the clinic.

Her mother on the other side seem to be a narcissistic freak, the head of a model industry to be in fact. You can already see the arrogant personality in her interviews and written web articles describing her. She was definitely not the nicest person to deal with for what it's shown.

In his eyes this seem like a very a sad case, Yentle didn't seem to have a good and happy life.

The complete opposite of what she shows in school.

Maybe she can't even tell the difference between what was right for her and.. Cartman.

Cartman was like a mixture of both her parents, something she's already grown accustomed. So she probably found familiarity in him, but then again, he doubted Cartman would show his tendencies if he attempted to curt her.

°°°°

They were at starks pond enjoying their evening with no bother of the world until it was interrupted by no other then..

"Let's play gay chicken," Cartman blurted outta the blue.

"Okay," Kenny not so surprisingly agreeing to it, with zero hesitation, just searching for some fun and entertainment.

However he and Stan on the other side..

"Fuck no, dude!" Stan exclaimed baffling by the suggestion.

"No," He blankly stated, not very convincing.

The idea of being able to kiss Cartman with out it being questioned made him actually considered it.

His eyes landed straight on his lips as he heard Stan kept backing down to the idea.

"C'mon, Stan. Stop being such a pussy. Or are you afraid that you might actually like it?" Cartman taunt in his usual manner while Kenny snickered next to him.

"Shut up, fatboy. I'm not playing that shit."

"Aweee, you afraid you'll fall madly in love with you best friend~?" He kept edging Stan to his limits before he ceased in.

"Okay, fine," reluctantly giving up, "Kyle are you in?" He asked lightly.

"Fuck, no way dude." He denied with his head, even though internally he was already driving himself crazy to suck and flavor ever inch of Cartman's pink thin looking lips.

"Don't be a pussie, Kyle. If I'm doing it you're doing it too," Stan said with much more determination, probably just wanting it to get it over it before it even started.

He frowned but didn't protest on it, looking at Cartman who gestured them to form a circle.

"Rule number one, no one should know about this."

"As if we wanted people to know we kissed a fatass," Stan remarked sarcastically rolling his eyes.

"For your information, hippie, I'm a good kisser."

"Uhuh sure."

"Second rule, whoever budges out will have no complaints with our dares."

"Fair," Kenny added, beaming mischievously.

"Okay, that's much it," Cartman shrugged uninterested on adding anything else.

"Who goes first?" Kenny asked now looking at them expectantly.

"Well I suppose, if hippie dick right here has no worries about falling in love with my amazing kisses." Cartman once more gesture Stan in a provoking manner.

"Fuck you, dude," Stan blurted out but took the unspoken challenge, "watch yourself I don't want you to fall for me, fatboy."

"As if," Cartman chuckled in a laugh, before placing his face inches apart from Stan.

He and Kenny watched expectantly, eyeing the two boys In curiosity who just casually glared at each other before reluctantly closing the gap between their lips.

A small gasp came out from his mouth as he watched his friends make out.

Images of him and Cartman doing exactly that in a couple of minutes dreaded him.

Stan reluctantly placed his hands on Cartman's shoulders a minute after before moving his face away. Pretty much giving in the lost.

"Ha!" Cartman pointed at him victorious.

"Yeah, I can't keep this up man.." Stan winced in displeasure finally moving apart from him.

Cartman beamed while rubbing frantically his hands eyeing Kenny as if they were already sharing what to give Stan as punishment.

They made Stan pee on top of a police officer's car hood as they took a picture as evidence and– to laugh about it later. Running back to their first spot to continue the game.

"Stan, being our loser you must kiss the person of our choice," Cartman said in an arrogant manner making Stan huff.

"Jewboy if you give us the honor," He toothly grin, gesturing with his hand towards Stan.

He watched worrisome, as he gulped looking at his best friend in a mutual awkwardly stare.

Feeling his hands sweet he open and closed them a couple of times before leaning in to Stan's plastering their lips together, eyes now wide opened as he winced already feeling so weirded out by it, Stan pushing away after seconds in immediately sharing the same sentiment.

"Sorry, dude. But this is weird as fuck, it's like kissing family," he blurted out, eyes were still processing the whole thing.

He nodded frantically in understanding, he didn't like it all.

Cartman groaned loud, "uuuuuggggh you're all such pussies. We'll just wait after the next loser to give your dare, Hippie," he declared, gesturing Kenny; who grinned devilish.

Knowing that piece of shit he probably already made up a whole strategy to make them lose.

Moving excited, Kenny place himself in middle of the circle waiting for his competitor.

"Okay, so considering Stan is a pussie bitch and lost two times, I'll give this round to Kahal," Cartman stated smugly, shoving his hands inside his pockets.

"Hey, no fucking fair dude!? Kenny's a perv!" He exclaimed in disbelief.

"C'mon, Kyle. Do this for me," Stan pleaded with sad puppy eyes, clasping his hands together.

"Yeah, ky~ I'll be gentle," Kenny teased while Cartman howled in laughter.

"Make sure he loses, Ken," Cartman call him out, still having that annoying grin on him.

Kenny taunting nodded his head as he hummed some song.

And with out warning he smashed their lips together, he heard Stan gasped and Cartman snickering. Kenny kept on digging his tongue inside his mouth as he winced and tried to follow back, Kenny slid his hands on his chest provoking him to move backwards with he pushed forward in a huffed almost pushing him away, but backing down cause he didn't want to give that fatass the win.

It kept going for like two minutes before Kenny declared he was accepting the defeat.

"Can't keep it up, man," he sighed disappointed, panting heavily as he tried grasping for some air.

On the other end he was glad it was over, he felt like in any second he was gonna budge out.

"Dammit, kinny! What the fuck! You said you were good at that shit," Cartman exclaimed pissed off, he couldn't help but smile smugly by that

"I underestimated Kyle's determination on giving you that lost, fatboy," Kenny guessed right on his persistent.

He wiped with his hand any remaining saliva and licked his now drying lips, glaring daringly at Cartman.

"Sweet, that means it's our turn to pick the next player," Stan commented now more enthusiastic, pointing at Cartman with a grin as he gesture Kenny, "your turn, fatboy."

"Goddammit" he mustered after, accepting his lost, before smirking lightly at Kenny, "bring it up poor boy."

"I'll make you cum," Kenny teased, grabbing him from the waist.

"As if," Cartman rolled his eyes, resting his arms on his shoulders.

Both furiously began making out, Kenny with a loud thumped dropped Cartman on the ground gripping his brown hair as Cartman began sliding his hands under his jacket touching Kenny's bare skin.

"Wow.. is that how we're supposed to play..?" Stan murmured still not taking his eyes off the two, bewildered by the intense playing of their friends.

Kyle bit his tongue holding in his jealousy, gripping his side as tension was felt in his body. The only thing that kept him from kicking Kenny off was by imagining himself in his place.

It was like three minutes until Cartman began gasping for air calling in a truce.

"No truce, fatboy. You lost," Kenny declared, giving him a hand to stand up.

"Goddammit!" He whined childish, before kicking some dirt in a grunt.

"Alright, alright, let the actual fun begin," Kenny added, rubbing his hands frantically before pointing at Stan, "seeing you two up your assess today made me realize how funny it is to piss you guys off, why not you give me the honors, Stanley?"

"God, give me the fatass again," Stan complained, chugging in some air before stomping his way towards Cartman.

"Aye! Watch yourself," Cartman warned, cupping Stan cheeks in a desperate attempt to lead.

He puckered his lips planting them on Stan, now best friend knew how to keep up the pace of the game, running his hand on Cartman's back then yanking lightly his hair.

Cartman began following Stan's lead as he was let slammed against a tree, Stan towering Cartman licking his lips before sucking them again.

He glance at Kenny who was recording discreetly while snickering silently.

"So, are we placing our dares after the game's over?" Kenny asked out loud, receiving a muffled as a 'yes' from Cartman who gripped hardly on Stan's messy hair.

This gay motherfucker was letting himself get riddled up by Stan, he was far from comfortable seeing both his best friend and Cartman make out in a desperate attempt of dominance.

Well, sorta if you don't count Cartman uncharacteristically rubbing his crotch against Stan's leg making the other groaned in response biting his down lip sliding his tongue inside his mouth one last time before calling quits.

"Alright, you fucking win, Cartman," he surrender almost dizzy, his hands raise up in the air.

"Sweet," Cartman mustered out laying himself against the tree arms crossed behind his neck, "you're next with Kenny."

Stan looked worrisome at the boy in question, who just licked his lips in a playful manner.

"Better do me just like Cartman, Stanley boy~"

Stan gulped, knowingly what he was about to get in to.

In a matter of seconds, Kenny lunged on to Stan gripping his waist and dragging him to the same tree he was previously pinning Cartman, now lifting him up as his legs hold on to Kenny's waist.

Stan yelped by the abrupt gesture, trying to grasp his hands on Kenny's cheeks but wasn't let to as Kenny shove harshly his tongue against him crashing their teeth together, opening his eyes in surprise.

"Damn, Ken's upping his game," Cartman mustered while checking out his nails, unfazed by the scenery.

In less than seconds Stan pulled away accepting once more defeat.

"Fuck no, dude! You crazy beast," He exclaimed grasping for any bit of air given.

Kenny licked his teeth in a beaming victory, then smiling innocently.

Now looking at Kyle with mischievous eyes and slowing eying Cartman while the fatboy laughed at Stan.

He gulped already knowing who was up next, twitching fingers as his nerves grew.

"Eric~" Kenny sang, getting Cartman to look at him, "pew pew!" He pointed in a 'bang-bang' manner at both himself and Cartman.

Cartman expression went flat, but immediately covered it up with a grinned.

"Alright, gaywad bring it on," Cartman challenged him already in the middle of the circle.

He unintentionally licked his lips moving forward and getting closer to him, already feeling himself be dragged by the heating feeling but a ring resonated loudly coming from Cartman's pocket making him stop in tracks.

Cartman took out his phone to check who it was, immediately answering the incoming call.

"Yentle?" He beamed excited, biting his nails intrigued, holding on to the phone for dear life.

Slightly walking away from him as he indulge in the conversation he was having.

"Ofcourse I'm available!" He exclaimed, almost forgetting he was being watch by three pair of eyes, "Yeah, yeah! I'll pick you up, see you there." And with that he hang up before walking away.

"Hey, what the fuck dude!?" He finally exclaimed angry, "are you chickenin' out?" He excused his jealous and disappointed outburst.

Cartman didn't bothered looking back, "Yentle just asked me out on a date! I ain't losing my chances by spending my time on you losers," he answered casually, his voice growing lower as he was far apart.

"What about your dare, fatboy!" Stan screamed offended.

"Eh, I'll do it later, bye faggots!" Gesturing them the middle finger as he ditched them running away.

He tsk, clenching his fist tightly.

He couldn't bat an eye that night, still anger eating every inch of his body digging his nails against his skin until he felt blood dripping out from his palms, he tried distracting himself scrolling through his phone but he immediately regretted it as he saw a post from Yentle of a photo of her and Cartman infront of a movie theater; fatass laying his head on her shoulders smiling widely as she peace signed.

Caption: 'best night ever! 📌 @ EricCart_brah'

Cartman was the first to comment back with a 'madly in love with the most beautiful jew💕'

He threw harshly his phone to the wall in a huff, as he grunted under the covers, digging his nails furious in his pillow.

°°°°

"God, what happened to your screen?" Stan asked as he eyed his phone.

"It's just the screen protector," he mustered out not with much energy, scrolling endlessly on his social media.

He was in a bad mood.

Cartman and Kenny walked their way, and he greeted 'cheerfully', "hey, gay chicken."

"Seriously, Kahal? Is this how we are gonna play," Cartman rolled his eyes, but his smirk never vanished, "you guys should guess what happened yesterday."

"What?" Stan asked, glancing his way.

"I finally asked Yentle if we can go out this Friday night, I'm planning to finally ask her to be my girlfriend," he said cheerful, pride spread in those upward curled lips.

"Congrats man, wish you luck"

"Why thank you, Stan," he kept smiling, now glancing at him, "not gonna say anything, Kyel?"

"What's there to say? You're a gay chicken, wussed out on a dare."

"I did not wuss out on my dare, in a matter of fact I did it this morning. Kenny gave it to me the moment I stood out from my house," he defensively gesture Kenny who raised his hands in surrender.

"Oh shit, really?," Stan interested peeked in, "what did you give him, Ken?"

Kenny smirked taking out his phone.

"Dude, you did not smack Heidi Turners ass," Stan said baffled eying the video of Cartman doing exactly that at a pissed off Heidi.

"He also got the whopping of his life," Kenny added howling in laughter.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Cartman roll his eyes to that, "atleast she didn't accused me for sexual harassment."

"Oh shit, now that I look closer, you cover up your bruises with makeup?" Stan eyed Cartman closer.

"Yup, I have to look good for Yentle today, we're gonna go out for lunch this evening," Cartman explained with added disinterest.

"She did you bad," Stan continued snickering as he kept watching the video; now Heidi had Cartman pinned down in the ground punching him on the face endlessly a whining Cartman was heard in full blast.

'NAAH!! STOPP HEIDI STOPP! BWAAAAAH!'

'YOU PIECE OF SHIT!'

'AHHHH!! NYAAAH!'

'QUIT CRYING I DIDN'T EVEN PUNCHED YOU THAT TIME!?'

'¡YoU hIt mE iN mY aRm!'

With that they burst in to laughter and he couldn't help but smile because that was indeed hilarious. Cartman huffed, crossing his arms while they kept pissing themselves with all that humorous cry.

He glance at Cartman's lips, the disappointing feeling surging up again, watching back in sadness the road.

He waited until lunch time to grab Cartman by the collar, dragging him out to the back of the school.

"Owe! Kahal, what the fuck!?" He whined in protest finally letting go, "Jesus you've been acting like some rabid hymen."

"It's hyena, dumbass," he deadpan corrected, "you've never back down from a fight, fatass what's your deal?"

"What?," Cartman blurted out confused, "I haven't back down on anything, didn't you see how I took Heidi's ass whooping? That's some determination I got there."

"I'm talking about the challenge! You bailed like a complete pussy!" He screamed in an acussing manner.

Cartman eyed him amused, "OHH– I completely forgot about that shit."

"Ofcourse you did, cause now days you've only been a whipped bitch. You're completely acting like a love stuck Stan."

"Aye! Low blow right there! I'm in love, and being in love changes you in many ways, Kahal! I'm distracted cause I don't want to lose my chance with Yentle. I got alot of competition out there, dude! Try to understand where I'm coming from.

I'm still me and I won't change for some chick," he exclaimed frustrated, exhaling heavily as he rubbed his temples, "I just want to make things serious with Yentle and I'll go back to my usual self, kahal.

Yentle is special to me, I don't want to lose her."

He huffed crossing his arm, dismissively.

"Then lets finished were we left off," he sneered, causing Cartman to raise his brows in surprise.

"What? You mean like.. right now?" Eying the isolated area before looking his way, "wouldn't that make it gay..? I mean, we're completely alone and there's no other witnesses here and-"

"Chicken?"

"No! I just- I think it's kinda weird to suggest.. I don't think I'm comfortable knowing there's no one else.. the whole point about witnesses is for it to seem it's a challenge and not two boys seemingly wanting to experiment," he kept on blabbering, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Fine," he spat sternly, looking for the first stray dog he could find, placing it in front of them, "there. Now there's a witness, comfortable now, fatass?."

Cartman arched a brow looking at the dog that was licking its balls, scratching his head in confusion.

"I don't know.. it kinda feels like you're actually desperate for me to–"

"KISS ME OR I'LL FOREVER CALL YOU A CHICKEN BACKTRACKING LOSER"

"Alright Goddamn!" Cartman exclaimed nervously ceading in, "who put you such immense piles of sand up your vagina," he mumbled out, before tentatively placing his chubby hand on his shoulders.

He leaned instantly closing the small gap between them, finally feeling himself relaxed from that previous tension. He cupped Cartman's cheeks deepening the kiss, flavoring Cartman's mouth as he licked them entirely before shoving his tongue in him receiving a 'hmph!' From Cartman who kept his hands still on his shoulders seemingly not moving a single muscle just letting him lead the entire thing.

He frowned already feeling the lack of hand grabbing from the opposite; with Stan and Kenny he was all over the place but with him he was all stiff and tense, it was really making him feel unwanted.

Which technically he was.. but still.

He began gently caressing Cartman's cheek with his thumb, kissing him in small pecks before deepening it further, somehow trying to make Cartman realize his feelings with the connection they're making.

He felt Cartman's hands carefully place on his neck before sliding down his chest, slowly backing himself away breaking the kiss. Eying him fanatically, still grasping what happened.

"I think.. I'll accept defeat just this once," he winced out almost pitying, removing his hands off pushing him lightly away.

He looked his way with his mouth agape, swallowing hard as he saw Cartman stand up. He didn't bother looking at him as he walked off, he knew damn well Cartman just rejected his ass.

Theres no damn way Cartman wouldn't had realized his feelings by that point, he may be stupid but he wasn't that stupid.

He felt his cheeks reddened with embarrassment as tears fell their way down, feeling his throat dry up as he clenched his fist frustrated, ashamed, humiliated and defeated.

°°°°

"I'm giving you a one in lifetime opportunity here, Kyle," Cartman said while laying on his bed with his arms behind his neck, "I'm letting this slide for the sake of our broship."

He had decided to go talk with Cartman after three dense days with out giving each other a single glance, luckily it didn't seemed to be questioned by their gang.

Cartman had different classes as him out of those three days sharing atleast two classes in each day, if you exclude wednesday where it was actually one. So it wasn't outta the ordinary to not be seen around together even though at the bus stop it was very noticeable the bickery absence of the two.

Gosh, he was even pronouncing his name correctly.

"Look, dude, I personally don't want to ruined what we have."

"And I COMPLETELY agree with you on that, jew. But it's kinda hard to not act like things haven't changed if you keep giving me the googly eyes," Cartman added with a weird hand gesture signaling his eyes as he bashed his eyelashes in a dramatic effect.

"I'm not giving you "the googly eyes", fatass," he spat dryly, "I just want things to be normal between us, that's it."

"Uhuh," he rolled his eyes, seemingly not believing that.

"What?"

"Nothing–" he dragged his word, before getting off from bed, "look, just.. don't expect me to correspond of some shit like that. I may be quarter bi but that doesn't mean I have to go and accept any confused jew my way," he exclaimed not so long, placing his hands on his hips.

"I'm in love with Yentle, and I'm planning to make her my girlfriend this Friday and I don't want you getting in my way from doing that," he pointed accusatory at him

He couldn't help but roll his eyes, "Okay, fine. Friends?"

"Rivals," he corrected with a soft smile.

He frowned, but nodded reluctantly after a few seconds.

"Okay, but– now that you know about my-"

"Kahal, you better not come to me with that shit of being some clingy obnoxious pursuer, I made myself clear to you that NO gay shit!

Just us, being completely ourselves, the normal casual 'i do that, you disagree with that" type of stuff."

"Fine. But I can't promise you shit."

"Wooow, fine whatever. Just don't ruin my thing with Yentle and I won't try killing you," he shrugged, before looking through his closet, "do you want to.. play video games?"

He supposed their was no choice but to reluctantly having to accept the 'no' just this once. Even if that meant having to see the boy he's been pursuing for almost the entire years of his life get entangled with a girl who knows so little about him.

"Sure, but I take the white controller."

"What!? Nu-huh, kahal, that's the good controller!"

Even if he still didn't manage to fully do what they agreed on, having a couple of slips and making some moves on Cartman. It was still inevitable to prevent him from marrying the woman he hopelessly fell in love with and now building a family together after finishing their college years.

He won't deny Yentle has done a great job on calming Cartman down as a person, being experienced in the matter, he felt quite envious. But grateful too.

Sometimes he wonder, if he had manage to convince himself on falling to Cartman's little set up play with Yentle, would things have been different?

“Uncle Kyle, uncle Kyle!” He heard Moisha call him from outside his house, entering his home like if it were his own like a complete Cartman would. Menorah following behind, beaming.

“We got the best of news!” The girl exclaimed, now both children stood infront of him while he was just laying on the couch with a glass of wine.

“Let me guess, your father finally divorced your mother?” He responded quite unresponsive, eyes drifted to the ceiling, definetly the alcohol talking.

“Dont be silly, uncle Kyle!” Moisha ignore his obvious remark, already very use to his bitterly attitude by now, “my dad is gonna take us to disney world next week!”

“Oh, how fun,” he said sarcastically, before resting his head on the couch leaning deep of the abyss comfort as he closed his eyes.

Moisha climb the couch gripping on his shoulders shaking him frantically, “uncle Kyle stop being such a sore loser because our dad rejected your ass in high school and listen to usssss!”

“Alright, what?” He spat almost shoving the boy off, but was met with the most pleading big eyes. He soften now looking at both children.

Moisha jump back on his heels next to his sister still beaming happily, “papa said we can take two friends along with us, we were wondering if we can take Adam and Eve with us?”

He stare blankly in thought. The idea of letting his children go with the Cartman's thrilled him in many ways. But then again..

“Dont you guys not get along? Im pretty sure Adam doesn’t like you Moisha.”

“But he likes Menorah! And we don’t really have many other friends their parent would trust enough to let them go with us on a trip that long,” he admitted, sadness appearing in both their face.

“How long exactly this is?”

“Two days!”

“Pretty much the weekend, but daddy is gonna get us back on the road before 8 of the night so we arrive at south park early before school!

So mr perfect attendance won’t miss school either, and our mom and dad would be switching turns so you don’t have to worry about sleep crashing like the paranoid ass you are,” Menorah now added, also a small insult towards Adam's way.

Not that he was faze by it either, those two didn’t get along at all, but he resonated with his son’s determination to pursue the girl he likes so much.

Ironically also being a Cartman, maybe even hopeful he could have the luck or chance he wasn't given.

“Well, if you convince Adam on going, then sure, why not?” He shrugged before sipping on his wine while both kids cheered excitedly while dashing back outside.

°°°°

"The fuck dad!?" He heard his son scream from the living room slamming the front door while he was making a sandwich in the kitchen counter.

"Hmm?" He mustered still unfazed by the curses his way, finally giving a bite to his sandwich now eyeing his raged son who glared from the frame door.

"You told the Cartman's I'll be going to their lame ass trip!?"

"Well, not exactly completely settle things out–" the phone ring and he pick it up, still munching on his sandwich. "Hello? Oh, hey fatass. Yeah dude, your kids told me already," he glanced Adam's way, who was basically murdering him with a stare, "totally cool for me, was just— talking to Adam about it he's super thrilled to go. Yeah, okay. Alright then it's settle, Friday morning you can pick up my kids, m-hmm Alright, bye."

And with a clack, he hang up.

"Okay, now it's settle." He finished, giving another bite of his sandwich, now placing it on a plate.

"Dude! I had plans this Saturday. Me and the guys are going to the haunted mansion of Donovans!"

"Was. I already told Cartman you and Eve are going."

"Ughhh not fair!" He groaned exasperated.

"You know, back in my day me and your uncles would've died by the idea of going to Disneyland," he commented nostalgic, opening the fridge and grabbing some juice.

"Yeah, it's sooo fun to go to a place of greedy money eating homophobic mother fuckers and mascots that sexually assault their target audience. How fucking exciting—" he stated sarcastically, "Oh and let me add being around the most cringe lovingly family of all South Park!"

"C'mon it's not that bad."

"Would you stay a night at the Cartman's!?" He declared incredulous.

"I would if I could," he mustered, not paying much mind and grabbing a glass.

"Ugh, here you go again with your creepy obsession with uncle Eric."

"In my defense he started it!" He barked back pointing accusing, "it doesn't matter, you're going to disneyland you like it or not."

"Agh! I hate you!" He grunted out loud before storming off to his room.

He sighed drinking his orange juice.

Having a family himself he's learned to mellow down his anger, but not so surprisingly his children heritage his.. attributes. Or as Cartman would say his 'Jewish rage'.

Anyone would think he'd keep himself away from finding love elsewhere even if he has to repress his urges on pursuing a married man.

Though, during that period of love searching he only found a woman who eventually cheated on him with the Amazon deliver guy and in all honesty didn't love at all, but it really left him feeling bitter about it.

Only good that came out from that reckless marriage was his children: Adam and Eve.

Adam has always been a caring and nice boy, but ever since his mother abandoned them he's become quite rebellious. Though, he truly doesn't blame him.

And Eve, however, was very young when their mother decided to bail so she didn't seem to take the affect as bad as Adam did. She did feel the absence of a mother figure but she's the same as always; sweet, caring and loving.

Sometimes he wonder how the hell did Cartman manage to he a better father than him?

"Okay, is that it?" Cartman asked shoving two small suitcases closing the truck.

"Yeah, that's all of it," he stated now looking at his children, Eve getting inside the car and being warmly welcome by Mrs. Cartman with a baby in arms.

Adam on the other hand watched reluctantly at the two other children who peeked from the window.

"C'mon you little wuss, what's taking you so long!?" Menorah mustered out loud, annoyed.

"Don't call me a wuss, you bitch!" Adam hissed back, glaring.

Yeah, his ways weren't very affectionate or romantic at the minimum.

But Adam never grew tired of ranting how 'cute Menorah's frown was' or that she looked 'cute with the new hair ties' she'd use. Being victim of his son's caramelized crush, having to endure hearing all of his mix rants about how Menorah was both an 'hypocrite little snake' to a 'adorable sweet caring girl'.

"Don't call me a bitch you ass licker!"

"Don't call me an ass licker you–"

"Can you guys both shut the fuck already and get inside," Moisha chimed in bored, "pussy whipped."

"Shut up fatboy, don't tell me what to do!" He spat, before reluctantly entering the car and slamming the door harshly.

"Aye! I ain't fat you dumb jew!"

"I swear, Moisha I would not hesitate on punching you on that smug face of yours and you're also jewish you dumbass!"

"It's MOISHE not Moisha! M-O-I- SH-EEEE pronounce it right!"

"Language children!" Cartman scold a little too late, not taking it too seriously as he cleaned the lenses of his glasses unbothered. But they all kept their voices low after that, "anyways, I'll call once we're there," he added heading towards the car and entering the driver seat, following behind he leaned against the window knocking lightly as Cartman lower the window.

Both Cartman and Yentle looking confused at him.

"Just wanted to wish you guys a nice trip and–" he smirked mischievous, seeing how Cartman turned the engine on, "I'm— sailing away set an open ofcourse for the virgin sea~"

"Goddammit, Kahaaal!" Cartman screamed frustrated hitting the wheel, holding it out before bursting, " 'CAUSE I'VE GOT TO BE FREE FREE TO FACE THE LIFE THAT'S AHEAD OF ME‐" he kept singing now driving off with confused children and a concerned wife at his full care.

He snickered as he watched the car leave from sight.

It wasn't too bad being given a no.

Though, now he wasn't sure if he could consider Cartman as family.

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#south park #eric cartman #kyle brovlofski #stan marsh #kenny mccormick #kyman #sp kyman #sp two-parter #oneside kyle brofloski !!#i tried searching for the post were i got the gay chicken concept from but i couldn't find it:c #kyle being the bitter uncle of the family gives me so many ideas 😂

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It was a week later when Chaeyoung realized she had enough of avoiding Dahyun.

She’d been skipping practice, avoiding the other one’s dorm like the plague, and only eating lunches in places she knew the other girl wouldn’t go. And it was torture. Agony.

Yes, she was confused on what to do, but not seeing Dahyun at least every other day was sapping the life force from her. No matter what, she needed her in her life.

She was on her way to another class, moping as she had been for the past week, when she saw Jihyo. Normally, she would’ve been happy, but this time it left her with a heavy weight in her gut. But why was she here? She didn’t have much of a reason to be on this campus when there were no matches scheduled, except…

Emotions swirled in her stomach as Sana walked up next to Jihyo, the two of them sharing a quick kiss before walking in the other direction.

Wait.

A kiss?

“Ah.”

Suddenly everything made sense. Their frequent hangouts after Sana finished practice, the times she’d seen them out and about together. The fact that when Sana was distracted on her phone, it was always Jihyo related. And it had been odd that Jihyo had even showed up to that other practice of theirs, the one that reunited the two of them.

Chaeyoung thought for a moment, walking slowly to the edge of the campus fountain to sit down.

The only way she could really describe how she felt was confused. Confused at why she wasn’t made that much more upset than she already was. She did feel a slight twist in her chest, but it was nothing Earth shattering. The more she though about it, it was like the pain of a stem being clipped off from her, and now she felt… calm? Like the worst of the pain was over. It was very hard to parse.

A cool breeze blew past her and she around, realizing how dark it had gotten. The bluish glow from the fountain lights were so distracting. And how long had she even been out here anyway?

She looked down at her phone at got her answer. About 2 hours now. Yikes.

She decided to get some dinner from a nearby convenience store before heading back to her dorm. Then, she’d have a lot more thinking to do in the comfort of her own bed.

—

And so another day went by without Chaeyoung talking to Dahyun. Though that would soon come to an end. Because that next morning, Chaeyoung stood in front of the place she’d been avoiding the most. She knew very well Dahyun didn’t have work or practice today, and her classes shouldn’t be until later. She hoped what she had to say wouldn’t throw her off or ruin her day. But she had finally mustered up the courage, and she wasn’t going to let her chance slip.

With a heavy sigh, she knocked on the door with the hand that wasn’t holding a choco-pie (her convincing backup incase she wasn’t let in), and waited. The old sole of her shoe squeaked loudly each time she shuffled on her feet, bouncing back and forth anxiously.

But when a minute passed by, she stopped. It took everything in her not to tear up, sadly placing the sweet offering in front of the door. She stood for an extra minute before turning to leave, but then….

The door creaked open. Dahyun peaked her head around the corner, but was immediately startled by Chaeyoung standing there.

“Hi,” Chaeyoung tried not to smile at the sight of Dahyun’s face. She was here to be serious, and didn’t need any misunderstandings coming up.

“Hi,” Dahyun whispered back. She opened the door all the way, looking down at the choco-pie on the floor. She picked it up, accepting it without hesitation.

“Um… sorry. I thought you’d…” she trailed off.

“Thought I’d walked away?” Chaeyoung let out a sad laugh, one that made a look of pity wash across Dahyun’s face.

“No it’s alright. That’s fair,” Chaeyoung shrugged, “I’d probably avoid me too.”

That wasn’t what she was here for, however. It was time to end this avoidance once and for all. “Can I come in to talk?”

Dahyun looked nervous at the proposal, but still she nodded her head, stepping aside for Chaeyoung to walk in.

It didn’t feel right to sit down, even when Dahyun sat down on her bed. Normally she would have cuddled up to her without a second thought. But not today. This was part of her self punishment.

“So um,” Chaeyoung started. Her legs thrummed with energy, but she tried her hardest to stay still, “You already know how I feel… or felt about...” She didn’t want to say Jihyo by name. For once, this wasn’t really about her.

“Yeah I know. Of course I do.”

“Right. But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t consider being with you....,” Chaeyoung sighed, knowing in her heart it was more than true, “or that I don’t feel at least something...”

“Chaeng-“

“No let me finish.” She couldn’t stand the look in Dahyun’s eyes. There was a mixture of kindness and sadness. Kindness that Chaeyoung felt she didn’t deserve l, and sadness that Dahyun didn’t deserve to feel.

“I’m really confused right now, so it’s gonna take some time,” Chaeyoung nodded, “My feelings for Jihyo just won’t leave over night.”

“I know,” Dahyun spoke, leaning forward, sheets of the bed in a vice grip, voice louder than before. Chaeyoung realized she hadn’t given her a proper chance to speak back, which of course she should’ve. So she let Dahyun continue.

“And I’m not asking them to go away. If you want to be with her that’s ok.”

“I really don’t know anymore,” Chaeyoung asnwered. Not that it would be possible anyway, since Jihyo had Sana. But she didn’t want Dahyun to feel like a rebound. That really wasn’t the case at all. “I feel like it’s just been a onesided admiration for so long, I didn’t think of any other possibility. Like romantically.”

Dahyun sat up straight again. “I see.”

“But I know I still feel some emotion towards her. Just not sure what it is. And I need to sort it out.”

“I understand,” Dahyun said quietly. And from all the years of knowing her, Chaeyoung could tell when she was disappointed. Hopefully what she said next would help her feel better.

“And I’m not asking you to wait if you don’t want to. But I want to try. Not out of pity or any guilt tripping on your end. I genuinely want this to work with you. We’ve been friends for so long after all.”

Somehow, she kept her cool saying all of that. And she remembered to end it with, “Only if you still want that too.”

Dahyun stared at her feet for a while, biting her lip and not saying anything. For a second, Chaeyoung thought she wouldn’t answer at all. And the thought of shanefully walking out of her room in silence scared her.

Thankfully, Dahyun got up from the bed, walked towards her, and wrapped her in a tight hug. Chaeyoung melted instantly, realizing how much she absolutely missed the touch of her favorite person.

“Honestly, I didn’t expect this much,” Dahyun laughed a watery laugh over her shoulder, “so, yes, I’d love that.”

Chaeyoung buried her face into Dahyun’s neck, rocking them back and forth as they hugged.

Though the silence was comforting, Chaeyoung had one more thing to say. No matter how strange it may be.

“Until then I promise I... I-I promise I won’t come to you for sex stuff. I know it’s probably been hurting you this whole time.”

Dahyun let the words settle, then backed up to look at Chaeyoung’s red face.

It seemed like those words made it hard for her to hold back a laugh. “That looks like it was hard to say.”

“Shut it,” Chaeyoung grumbled. She was right though. But again! That didn’t matter.

“We should take a break from it though. Just for a little while.”

Dahyun nodded firmly to show she really did agree completely. “Yeah it’s for the best.”

“For now, can we still be there for each other?” She cupped Dahyun’s cheek gently, “Unless you need a break from me as a whole. I realize I was damaging our relationship, and I swear I never meant to. So if you don’t want to talk to me for now... or if you realize you actually don’t want to ever again... I can respect that. You deserve to be happy.”

Dahyun shook her head furiously. “No way. You better not back away from me after I agreed to waiting. I’m happy being your… friend? For now at least, Despite everything.”

“I’m happy being with you too. Sex or not. I’m sorry if I made you feel otherwise.” They hugged each other tight again.

“Well I’m hungry,” Dahyun said when they parted, “Let’s go to the cafeteria. I’ll save the choco-pie for dessert. Thank you by the way.”

Chaeyoung laughed as Dahyun gathered her bag so they could go. “Saving it for dessert when you’re already going to eat something sweet for dinner anyway.”

“Ah you know me so well.” Dahyun walked past her, opening the door. “Come on. Maybe if we get there fast enough we’ll beet the line.”

#wrestling au #dahyun #chaeyoung #dubchaeng #twice #sfw #🥲

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sasuhinasno1fan · 3 years

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The way you had your hair reminds me- Zutara Week Day 1

My second Zutara Week though I hope I can actually finish it this time. I decided I really wanted to do something with Katara doing rhythmic gymnastics so I decided that since most of the prompts fit, I’ll do a sort of Weightlifting Fairy Kim Bok Joo AU. It’s a good kdrama if you’ve never heard of it. trying to fit 16 hour long episodes into 7 days is gonna be interesting. I’ll warn you now and let you know there will be onesided LuTara but for like a day maybe. I haven’t written that day yet so we’ll see. This will end in Zutara happieness, I promise. Anyway, enjoy. Hair

Zuko crawled carefully as he wiped down the windows. Most of his classmates didn’t want him anywhere near an open area, especially with his limited vision but he’d just gotten his bandaged taken off and he wasn’t about to let it hinder him.

Without them on, he didn’t see Mom flinch at the sight of them, though the massive burn wasn’t any better. The fights between his parents weren’t either and Azula’s teasing was starting to be hurtful more than playful. He wanted it all to stop. If he pretended that things were ok, maybe they would be eventually.

“Hey scarface!” Zuko looked over, 3 of his school bullies storming over. He tried not to flinch, already knowing what they were going to yell at him about. They’d been doing it all day. “We lost the race thanks to you!”

Zuko used to be more confident. But after the burns, a few harsh words and he’d start retreating back down into himself. These bullies took advantage of it. During their Sports Day yesterday, Zuko had dropped the baton in the relay race and ran in the opposite direction, away from the bullies yelling at him.

“Mr. Reversal, can’t believe you’re so stupid.”

“You need a walking stick, scarface? Huh?”

Zuko felt one of them shove him and he expected to hit the window frame. Instead, he went flying out the open window. Years later, Zuko would mostly remember him being caught by an older man with darker skin, most likely from one of the Water Tribes, with kind blue eyes, who held him as he burst into tears and two younger children. The boy patted his back, telling him not to worry because his sister would take care of it and the girl screaming up at the bullies from the ground floor. Her long braid swung back and forth as she shook her fists and threatened to do violent things to them. her eyes seemed bluer than her families, like the clearest ocean.

He didn’t know they’d slip back into his life years later. That the little girl who threatened bullies for a boy she didn’t know, would become so much more important to him.

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Zuko unlocked his bike, trying not to feel discouraged. It was hard not to when he’d been disqualified from another competition for having a panic attack. Every time he walked onto the mat, his hearing would go wonky and he’d start seeing double, not to mention his heart beating like it was trying to escape his chest. As a result, he’d always forget to sault his opponent and the referee.

Along with being propositioned to train an up-and-coming fencer to get onto the national Olympic team – which he refused because how was he supposed to help someone when he could even finish a match – all he wanted to do was collapse onto his bed. He could already tell that during training tomorrow, he’d have to deal with snide remarks from Jett. How that guy became captain, he’d never know. He knew if he just beat him in training like always, it would piss him off even more and with the school’s Sports Day coming up, he was not in the mood to do the worst event for the Fencing Department.

He climbed on his bike, adjusting his kit sitting on its place but stopping himself from peddling back to campus when his phone rang.

“What Sokka?”

“So, the results of the match went up. Jett wants to talk to you; says he’s got the prefect thing for you to do to make up for your loss. The rice lifting challenge.”

Zuko had to bite his lip to keep from screaming. The idea of the lifting challenge was to carry as many bags of rice and the industrial size, like the one the school cafeteria ordered and hold it for as long as possible. Usually, the Karate Department would be the one to win, fencing never even coming close.

“I’m not going.” Zuko said, making up his mind.

“What?”

“I’ll hang out at Lu Ten’s office or something, but I’m not going. Not to the crapshot of a meeting or to Sports Day. I don’t care what he threatens me with. I’m only coming back to drop my kit off.”

“Um, well I actually heard Mai was back. Didn’t make it past the preliminaries for the national team I hear.”

This day couldn’t get any worse.

“Screw it, I’m not coming back for the next few days. I’ll be with my uncle if you need me.”

“Wait! Ask Toph to do your event for you. it would put the Weightlifting Department in danger of losing but most of those guys don’t like her anyway. She’d love a chance to get back at them. come back to campus and ask her and then I’ll take you out for lunch. At my dad’s restaurant. You love his marinated salmon.” Sokka said, trying to entice his roommate.

Zuko sighed. “I want two orders. And you’re paying.”

“Done! Get here soon.”

Zuko didn’t bother answering, stowing his phone away and pushing off, heading towards Republic City Sports University.

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Effortlessly, Katara grabbed her back leg and straightened it as she did her pivot. She kept her balance as she came out of it and continued to twirl her ribbon. Her coach nodded.

“Very good. You’ve been practising. Your balance is better. Now I want to see if your fouettés have improved as well. If you want a chance at placing first and getting noticed by our sponsor and qualifying for the national team preliminaries, your routine can’t have any mistakes. Ty Lee, pay attention. I’m testing your fouettés as well.”

Katara looked over at the girl dressed in pink, who was pouting down at her matching hoop, Suki patting her on the shoulder. While Katara and Ty Lee weren’t friends, it was hard to not bond over being singled out by their coach.

Katara stood at the ready, twirling her ribbon as she readied herself when the door burst open.

“Azula!” Ty Lee cried.

Azula Lung was the student with the most sway in the whole school. Her father was the Prime Minister of the Fire Nation and while he didn’t hold much power in Republic City, since all powers were equal, that didn’t mean much at the University. She got the best room, private transport to competitions and rules didn’t apply to her. She could boss around any coach, even though she was in the Karate Department. There’d been rumours that her place was bought, until her first competition where she creamed everyone. She was her department’s ace. In fact, she managed to take the Weightlifting Department’s old gym for the Karate Department, which started a massive feud between them. she was rude and arrogant and somehow, one of Ty Lee’s best friends.

Katara noticed a girl standing next to her. She was dressed in all black, the only colour being the red of her nails. She looked incredibly bored and only looked annoyed when Ty Lee launched herself at her.

“Mai, you’re back!”

“Mai has returned from her qualifying competition for the national team. We’ll be taking Ty Lee with us. Problem?” Azula announced.

“No of course not. Except, Ty Lee, you were supposed to show me your routine for Sports Day? Since you’re our department’s cheerleader.”

Azula scoffed. “Sports Day, waste of time. She won’t be attending. You, blue peasant.” Katara balked at that and narrowed her eyes. “You’ll be taking her place. Problem?”

Katara opened her mouth to say, yes big problem, but all the girls of the Rhythmic Gymnastics Department crowded around her, suffocating her with their hands.

“None at all.”

“Thanks Katara!” Ty Lee said, scooping up her bag and dashing off, Mai following and with a raised eyebrow that spoke of her superiority, Azula leaving as well.

“You can’t argue with her Katara.”

“She’d have you removed from the school. I heard she got a person’s whole family business shut down for pissing her off. Do you want that for your dad?”

“Her dad might be the Prime Minister, but he’s practically a mafia boss.”

Comments like this floated over her head, as well as ones telling her they’d help with making a routine for Sports Day, which was in a few days. All Katara could think about was how completely unfair this all was.

And she let it out too once training was concluded for the day.

“It’s completely insane how she can just lord over them like that!” she said, harshly untangling her hair from its bun.

“Easy, you’re gonna rip your hair out.” Suki said, stopping her from tugging at it more and helping to pull half of it into a bun like she usually wore it.

“She’s a student. A sophomore at that. Where does she get off acting like she’s the greatest thing in the world? Just cause her dad is a Prime Minister? So is mine!”

“I thought Water Tribe issues fell under Yue’s dad’s jurisdiction?” Toph, a member of the Weightlifting Department asked, her hand holding on tightly to her guide dog’s harness. She was just as well known as Azula, due to the fact that she was blind but was still one of the highest climbing Weightlifting competitors at the school. She beat all the senior’s bests within her first month.

“Yeah, only because the South is smaller. That’s not the point! The point is, she does whatever she wants and doesn’t get in trouble for it and it extends to her friends too. I have a competition coming up soon and instead of working on my routines for that, I’m going to be learning choreo for a routine for one of the dumbest traditions of Sports Day.”

“Oh,” Toph said, a massively mischievous smile on her face, “well you won’t think it’s stupid when you hear what I heard. Wanna take a guess as to who’s the Fencing Department’s cheerleader?”

Katara looked over at Toph, who’s smile was growing maniacal. Usually that meant someone was going to get embarrassed as hell. It usually tended to be Sokka.

“Wouldn’t it be one of the girls?”

“Nope.” Toph shook her head, popping her p.

“Is it-?”

“Katara, watch out!”

A guy on his bike and panicked look as he turned the corner, thankfully started the veer off course at the sight of her. She still stumbled over her feet and fell to the floor, her hands pricking in pain as they were scratched. Thankfully though, her jacket took most of the damage. The guy on the other hand, had to shove his bike off his feet, rubbing at his shin.

She took in the pale skin, paler than Toph’s and dark hair surrounding his face. It didn’t stop her from noticing the large burn surrounding his right eye. she noticed that his school jacket was the same one Sokka wore, meaning he was in the Fencing Department.

“You should be more careful.” She meant for it to come out a bit nicer, but the anger from dealing with Azula slipped in.

clearly the guy didn’t enjoy being yelled at as he snapped back. “I didn’t see you.” he seemed to rethink his anger and continued in a calmer voice. “Are you ok?”

ok, now she felt bad about snapping at him. “I’m fine.”

“Oh, what up Sparky?” Toph asked, seeming to brighten as she figured out who almost crashed into them. her guide dog Badger, lead his owner over and with surprising accuracy, Toph punch the guy on the arm.

It was a little scary how well she could do that.

“Stop calling me that.”

“Hey, tell me. Seen his skirt yet? I know he doesn’t shave his legs so please tell me he’s going all out for this.”

The guy sighed. “Thought Sokka told you not to tell anyone.”

“Sokka? He’s the Fencing cheerleader? That’s why he’s been borrowing my hair pins? Those things are expensive.” Katara interrupted.

Toph burst into laughter, clearly enjoying herself while Suki looked thoughtful.

“So that’s why he asked for makeup advice. Suddenly Sports Day is looking a lot more fun.”

“Speaking of which, I’m going back to my room before Jett finds me to let me know my event. Oh, Toph wanna annoying your department?”

“Always.”

“Take my spot for the Rice Lifting event. I’ve dealt with way too much to even put up with Jett today.”

Katara furrowed her brow, wanting to say something about the fact this guy wasn’t going to participate but then she noticed Toph’s smile dropped a little and her punch was definitely softer the second time she hit him.

“Done deal Sparky. Tell your old man I’ll see him later.”

“So who was that?” Suki asked as the guy finally took off.

“Zuko Lung, not related to the royal brat. I go to his old man’s tea house sometimes. He’s Sokka’s roommate apparently.”

“Oh yeah, he’s a pretty good fencer from what I hear. Weird though, I haven’t seen his name in the announcement of students placing.” Suki said.

She had a point. Katara never remembered seeing anything either. She also found it a bit strange Sokka never dragged his roommate to meet the rest of them. there was something about Zuko though that seemed familiar. It was on the tip of her tongue but nothing came to mind. Oh well, for another day then.

“Hey, let’s go find Sokka. Maybe if we catch him off guard, we can get him to agree to let us wax his legs.”

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“I hate you.” Sokka mumbled, hiking his cheerleading skirt up. Katara bit her lip to keep from laughing at the crop top he was in. apparently, he pissed off their department captain by telling him that Zuko wasn’t participating and Toph was taking his place, so his new uniform was worse than his last.

She tossed her braid behind her, trying not to think about how young she must have looked. She had her hair like this when she was younger since it was much easier to put it into a bun. Her own uniform was rather pink for her taste, but Ty Lee basically guilt tripped her into wearing it since it already been bought. She was still annoyed at this, even more so when she found out her new roommate was Mai. The dark and depressing girl was apparently in the Archery Department and Sokka, who’d been in that Department before transferring to fencing, said she was undefeated. Yet she didn’t get past the first round of preliminaries to get onto the national team.

“Hey Sokka!” Aang, a member of the Track and Field Department came bounding over, his own skirt floating around his legs. “Katara, you never told me how much fun a skirt can be. Took me a while to find boxers that weren’t too long but still.”

“I’m glad your having fun Aang. At least someone is.” She said, smirking at Sokka.

“You deal with 3 hours of having your hair ripped out and then come talk to me.” Sokka snapped. “Ugg, I’m gonna kill Zuko. This is all his fault.”

“Wow.” A familiar voice said. Zuko was in casual clothes, carrying a cooler. Next to him was a man, with a squarish face, the same gold eyes and dark hair as Zuko, though his hair was pulled back into a top knot. “See if I bring you anything ever again.”

“You know Jett will kill you if he sees you.”

“He can’t do anything. My uncle called to pull me out for the afternoon. This is work, we’re delivering ice tea for the Fencing and Track and Field Departments. Aang, next time, don’t put your order late at night.”

Aang looked embarrassed. “Sorry. You were already gone when I got back from training. I was going to order for the Rhythmic Gymnastics department, but I know how conscious your coach is about sugars and such.” He said, looking at Katara.

“It’s ok. I’m stealing one though, I deserve the extra sugar for being in this outfit.” She said, walking over to Zuko and opening the lid on the cooler. She noticed he was staring intently at her face.

“What elementary school did you go to?” he asked suddenly.

“Huh?”

“Did you go to Ba Sing Se Preparatory?” he asked.

“Yes?”

“You screamed at those bullies.”

Bullies? Wait. It hit her like a thunderbolt, why he looked so familiar. His burn was a bit more faded but she couldn’t believe he forgot him. He’d been pushed out the window by bullies and her dad, would come to drop off lunch for her and Sokka, managed to catch him before he hurt himself and she’d screamed at the bullies from the floor.

“Holy crap. That was you!” Sokka said, “you had like no hair then!”

“Sokka!” he’d disappeared from class for a few weeks and when he came back his hair was cut so far back that it made his bandages stick out more.

“Yours was in a braid then.”

She was confused for a moment when she realised, he was talking to her. Yesterday her hair had been out but now it was in the same style she had it in as a child.

She’d always wondered what happened to him when Zuko suddenly disappeared for good one day. She’d didn’t think she’d find out now.

#zutara week #zutara week 2021 #weightlifting fairy kim bok joo #AU #rhythmic gymnasit katara #fencer zuko #fencer sokka #weightlifter toph #runner aang

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straightlikewetspaghettiold · 3 years

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Bet, Prologue

Mainly Poppy x MC, Chloe x Veronica

Warnings: none beside slow burn and cheap humor (it could change in the future, there may be some errors)

Starring:

Bea ‘Gayville’ Hughes as the Dumb Jock

Poppy Min Sinclair as the Ice Queen

Veronica Lombardi as the Voice of Reason (mostly)

And Chloe St. James as the Precious Cinnamon Roll.

- Watch it Gayville! - Poppy yelled as her coffee was almost knocked out of her hands by Bea's clumsiness. - These clothes are worth more than you’ll ever be.

- Sorry, I didn't see 'ya there! - She yelled back, smiling cheekily.

- Impossible - Poppy chirped and tossed her perfect hair behind shoulder, with a devilish smirk painted on her face.

Bea's eyes trailed from head to toe, admiring, almost devouring Poppy's body. If you ignore their mutual hatred for each other, the sexual tension between them could be cut with a knife. The topic of Poppy's relationship with Bea was a taboo at Belvoire for everyone. Everyone except...

- Ugh it's so gross - Veronica sighed watching the two awkwardly flirt-fighting with each other.

She had been watching this charade from the very beginning, when Bea first ran into Poppy. Since that day, the two girls had acted idiotic in each other's company, hurling insults at each other, but everyone has known that if they have had the chance, they would have jumped into bed with each other.

- What are you doing in the bushes, Veronica?

Veronica's heart leaped in her throat, when she heard familiar voice. She instinctively grabbed Chloe and pulled her closer to her, covering her mouth with free hand. Her nose was immediately blessed with sweet floral scent and for a brief moment she forgot what she was doing.

- Be quiet, damn it! - Veronica whispered when she snapped out of it, still holding the other close, not bothering to free her anytime soon. Blonde's scent was too captivating and the sight of wide-eyed, vulnerable Chloe under her made her heart skip a beat.

But as she was starring at Chloe, drowning helplessly in her eyes, her body jerked awkwardly when she felt something wet on her hand.

- Dude! - she shoved blonde away, maniacally wiping her hand on the grass. - Did you just licked me?

Chloe, on the other hand, was calmly wiping her tongue in a handkerchief, avoiding ruining her perfect applied lipstick, like licking her friend was something she does on a daily basis. Veronica didn't even bother to ask nor she really even wanted to know.

- What are you doing here V? - Blonde cough awkwardly, trying to compose herself and hide her a little flushed face.

- Do you see that two dumbasses over there? - Veronica brought binoculars to Chloe's face, and pointed towards Poppy and Bea still arguing. - We already know that our queen has hots for Mrs. Farm-snack. And I - she pulled blonde closer in onesided hug - have a plan.

- Last time when you had a plan, we ended up in a detention... - Chloe started, anxiously playing with a loose strand of her hair.

- Details, details - Veronica waved her hand dismissively. - In my defense, that girl started it!

Chloe chuckled sweetly seeing her friend became serious. She patted the other's shoulder gently, holding her hand a little to long, but a little to short for her liking.

- Yeah V - she smiled even wider at the memories playing in her head - Besides she threw her dog at you first.

- I know, right? The audacity of that stupid bi... - she bit her tongue, to stop words from pouring out. She didn't mind swearing, but with Chloe, while she was looking at her with big, puppy eyes, she couldn't act like total jerk. - Anyway, here's the plan...

-*-

After a short phone call and some pleading, Veronica managed to persuade Poppy to meet her on the courtyard. The ice queen was walking towards them, intimidating like always. Chloe looked at Veronica, who winked at her and put her mask of typical disinterest on her face.

- I promise to kill that total clueless idiot one day - Poppy sat down on the bench with a thud. Her rage made Chloe feel like forgetting about the bet and hiding somewhere far, far away from her.

- I have a proposition for you - Veronica began, grabbing Chloe's hand under the table and gently drawing circles with her thumb to relax her.

Poppy's murderous face didn't impress Veronica, so she didn't look away from the blonde, who was hurling lightning bolts with her gaze, but she could feel Chloe was already halfway out of the table.

- Let's bet...

- Chloe gets me some water, chilled but not cold - she ordered, interrupting Veronica. When the other blonde was no longer in sight, Poppy leaned over and lowered her voice. - When there are no more children around. What do you want to bet on?

- That Hughes will fall in love with you within a month - She said and in one breath continued with the rest of the idea. - If you win, my vlogs will be only about you for a month, and if you lose - at this point, her voice betrayed a slight note of excitement - You give me your Lamborghini for month.

- It's not worth it - Poppy snorted ironically and crossed her arms over her chest. Her face showed irritation at the very sound of her enemy's name. - And it's pointless really, everybody loves me - she smiled brightly, but it never reaches her cold eyes.

- You're afraid you're going to lose - she drilled, knowing which strings to pull to make Poppy fall into the trap she had prepared for her.

- Excuse me? - Shocked and ofended by her friend's boldness statement, she didn't even know what to say for a moment, but she quickly recovered. - I'm Poppy Min Sinclair and no one, I mean no one, can resist me!

- Prove it.

Check...

- Maybe I'll prove it!

...mate.

Veronica's lips twisted into a huge, almost unnatural smile as they exchanged a handshake, knowing that blonde would lose the bet. There was no option they will fall in love within a month, and having sex doesn't define being in love. In her head she already had several ideas where to take Chloe, when she wins.

- Where's that stupid girl with my water - Poppy muttered under her breath as she stood up abruptly and started heading towards the entrance of the school building, completely ignoring the black-haired girl.

After waiting for a few moments to make sure Poppy couldn't hear her anymore, Veronica pulled out her phone and almost jumping from joy, dialed Chloe's number.

- Fish took the bait - Veronica said quietly when Poppy wasn't in the earshot anymore.

- What fish V? You didn't tell me we were going fishing, gross.

- What? - she asked dumbfounded. - Actually, nevermind. The eagle has landed.

- I'm not some kind of gynecologist, can you be more specific?

- Ornithologist Chlo... - Veronica sighed, rubbing her temple with the other hand. - Poppy agreed to the bet!

- Why didn't you tell me sooner?

Veronica was screaming internally at Chloe obliviousness, but she kept her most serious expression, even if the blonde couldn't see her.

- How did you manage to live so long on your own?

- By breathing maybe? Duh - Chloe answered proudly, making the other cringe even more.

- Why do I even bother...

#playchoices #poppy min sinclair #poppy x mc #poppy fic #bea hughes #veronica x chloe #veronica lombardi #chloe st james #choices #queen b #choices fic

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romijuli · 3 years

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A3! WIP list

Considering I have more than one bigger project planned for this fandom I should probably….do this…

My policy with the dq one states I only put longer wips down—chaptered fic and/or series, specifically—so that is also the case here, though I will put one shitposty au that I may or may not get around to writing.

Definitely being written:

untitled problem children fic: (longfic) if I had a nickel for every time I gave Tsuzuru a semi-major crisis over a dramatic misunderstanding of the concept of fate, I would have two (2) nickels, which isn’t a lot but— (I have had this story idea since 2015 and I am ASTOUNDED that I could make this work for these three with minimal effort. How. HOW.)

untitled college theater au: (longfic + series?) or, “chel got a degree in this shit so they are using it to come up with cool situations for their fictional character dollhouse”. Basically all the y2 college kids are theater majors and the adults are their teachers (and the middle-to-high-schoolers somehow got drafted into the Juza Hyodo Fanclub). The longfic is some kinda juban slow burn onesided-rivals-to-lovers hell and the series part is because I just know it’s gonna spiral out of control send help

company cryptid Tsuzuru AU: currently untitled wholeass “situation swap” series where most characters have the same backstory, just a different time of entry into Mankai, (usually) a different troupe, and a slightly-tweaked issue. affectionately called “company cryptid tsuzuru AU” because tsuzuru starts off secretly living in the dorms so he doesn’t have to pay rent. this is a serious series.

Beyond the Sea (waiting for me): (wholeass au series) Main fic (Anchors): Prince Citron of the underwater kingdom of Zafra is transformed into a human to escape would-be assassins, but to stay he must find something to “tether” him to the surface; he sets his sights on Itaru, one of the four princes of the kingdom of Mankai. Meanwhile, his attendant Guy meets a poet in the royal court and kickstarts a search for his own origins. (Or; a Citoita little mermaid au with some background Homare/guy that spiraled wildly out of control). Other entries: just other stuff in that universe, or what happens when chel thinks too hard about an AU.

Finished:

A3! Rarepair Week 2021: (collection/self-imposed challenge) Set of seven eight (oops) fics following the guidelines set out here, with the added self-imposed caveat that I can only use one ship per character. Gotta figure out how to write ‘em all somehow.

they’re idiots, your honor: theoretically complete currently tsuzukazu-centric theoretically canon-compliant series where they are just. So dumb. (I say “currently” tsuzukazu-centric because a) there are other dumbasses at Mankai and b) it might not stay just tsuzukazu? No promises though.)

God only knows about this category:

Mankai TTRPG AU: mostly a bunch of shitposty stuff about autumn starting a dnd game and the rest of Mankai getting caught up in ttrpg hell. Is this an excuse to talk about non-dnd ttrpgs? Yeah.

Right Blooms, Wrong Season: (series) A roleswap of sorts in which Izumi and Matsukawa stumble upon Juza and the canonical Autumn Troupe first, effectively swapping them with Spring Troupe. Juza and Taichi in particular are living their best lives. Tsuzuru accidentally acquired a fanclub in Mankai before even joining and he is Suffering. (in this section because of the other roleswap)

#this is formatted differently than the other one because there is less to put #this exists primarily so people can ask about them lmao

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This Means War

Summary: When Uma shaves Dude’s butt in retaliation for Carlos not watching him and letting him chew up her shoe, Mal, Evie, Uma, Audrey, and Jane as well as Jay, Carlos, Harry, Gil, and Ben are launched into a full-on prank war. Includes lots of friendship/family feels, Bal, Jaudrey, Jarlos, Huma, and onesided Gil x Evie.

Uma walked into her apartment in Mal and Ben’s castle, kicking off her shoes at the door. She stretched a bit before heading into the living room, planning to turn on a little bit of TV before she made dinner for her and the boys. After all, she definitely didn’t trust them in the kitchen.

As Captain of the Guard, Uma had been working hard that day, training all of the new recruits, and it had been mercilessly excruciating work. She had been laboring tirelessly, pushing them hard as she could, and in the midst of her efforts, she had done almost as much as they had.

She was beginning to wonder which of the two sides was doing the most effort. She was quite inclined to think that she was.

Either way, she was exhausted, and very eager to sit and focus on something else that didn’t involve running, push-ups, sit-ups. Pretty much anything that didn’t involve moving.

Uma shuffled into the living room, and her eyes went wide as she took in the dog that was sitting there on her couch. It was that little orange mutt that Carlos had adopted, and Uma narrowed her eyes as she took in the sight of the creature. It was sitting there in her seat, her seat, as if it owned the place. And worse than that, the little rat was chewing one of her shoes.

Uma’s eyes narrowed, and she glared at the creature in pure rage. He looked up at her and just seemed to notice she was there. He widened his eyes, and quickly jumped up from his place on the couch, dropping the shoe.

“It’s not what it looks like!” he cried, and Uma narrowed her eyes, gritting her teeth.

“What are you doing in my house, dog?!” Uma demanded as she glared at the dog. He laid his ears back and chuckled nervously.

“Uh… Well, funny story actually… You see, I got loose from Carlos’s place and decided I’d go wandering around. It was then that I smelled the most glorious scent of funions! So I went through an open doorway, and found this!” Dude told her, and Uma’s eyes narrowed as she realized that the animal had just said that her feet smelled like funions.

“But when I went to leave with it, I couldn’t get out because the door was shut,” Dude explained with a nervous laugh, and Uma gritted her teeth, remembering well that she had left the door open for a moment as she hurried back inside the apartment to get her favorite sword. The dog must have gotten in somewhere in that time interval.

Uma set her jaw in irritation as she tried desperately to reign in her feelings of pure and unadulterated rage.

Carlos really needed to keep a better eye on his dog. After all, the boy was probably playing video games, and not giving the dog the attention that it required in order to ensure its good behavior. Nevertheless, Uma was positively infuriated at the de Vil boy.

“Dog, you’ve got three seconds to get out of my house,” Uma informed him finally, grinding the words out from between her teeth as she informed the pet of his time. He sighed in relief.

“Oh, phew, I thought you were going to shave my butt or something!” Dude piped up, grinning happily. Uma paused suddenly as her gaze snapped to the dog. She immediately remembered Harry’s shaver, and she grinned evilly as it suddenly occurred to her just how she could gain retaliation against the de Vil boy.

“Uh… Why are you smiling like that? I don’t think that’s a good sign,” Dude pointed out worriedly, and Uma smiled even wider with her teeth glinting as she reached out for the mutt, chuckling under her breath all the while.

“I’ll teach Carlos a thing or two about messing with a pirate…”

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“UMA?! UMA?! HEY, UMA?!” Carlos called, storming into the room with Dude in his arms, and Uma, Harry, Gil, Ben, Mal, Evie, Jay, Audrey, and Jane all looked up to stare at him from their various positions around the room.

It had been only hours since Uma had shaved Dude, and it was now nightfall. Carlos had obviously just found out about the dog. Or at least, it had taken him this long to find Uma.

Everyone blinked, just gaping at the boy until Uma finally decided to speak up.

“That’s my name, and you know I never get tired of hearing it, but do you have to shout it that loudly?” Uma questioned innocently from her place on the couch between Harry and Gil. Carlos frowned as his eyes narrowed at the pirate.

“What’s your problem, Whitey Tighty? Your panties get in a wad?” Uma questioned, and snorted as she enjoyed her joke. Harry grinned widely at the comment, and Gil giggled goofily along, noting that it was the appropriate way to support Uma at that moment.

“You shaved Dude’s butt!” Carlos accused, spinning the dog around so everyone could see. Everyone stared for a moment, and Harry suddenly burst into loud laughter. That seemed to break the dam, and soon enough, everyone else was laughing and giggling along at the dog’s expense.

“Carlos! You said you weren’t going to show anybody!” Dude cried, embarrassedly, and Carlos eyed him apologetically before turning the dog back around so that his front was facing everyone.

“I’m sorry, Dude, but I had to get my point across,” Carlos apologized before hardening his tone and glaring at Uma with pursed lips and an irritated gaze.

“Tha’ is hilarious!” Harry laughed hard, pointing at the boy and the dog, and Carlos just held the mutt a bit closer to him, scratching his neck protectively.

“That’s genius!” Mal commented from her place between Evie and Ben where she was currently squeezing Evie’s hand tightly and leaning her head against Ben’s shoulder, giggling uncontrollably as she looked between the pet and Uma. Uma just made a gesture to bow in gratitude before grinning widely and evilly.

“What did Snowflake do, Uma?” Evie questioned, her eyes sparkling with some odd mix of humor and pity, and Uma just laughed before glaring a bit at the dog, letting her grin turn to a smirk.

“He wasn’t keeping a good eye on his stupid dog, so I took the liberty of doing something that he might would pay attention to,” Uma explained herself, and Carlos huffed offendedly.

“How messed up is that?! You don’t shave the dog’s butt! That’s just weird!” Carlos announced to the room, and Harry and Mal just laughed harder, really enjoying this entire ordeal. Jane actually secretly agreed with Carlos that it was kind of cruel to shave the dog’s behind.

“C’mon, Jay, back me up!” Carlos demanded, and Jay shrugged as he gestured to the other boy.

“Ol’ Frosted Flake didn’t mean to let his dog loose. You know how dogs are,” Jay explained, and Audrey looked up at her boyfriend from where she was rested against his chest.

“Yeah, but it was probably because he was playing a bunch of ridiculous, time-wasting video games,” Uma pointed out, and Harry froze, furrowing his brow as he suddenly lost all signs of enjoying Uma’s picking on Carlos. Uma knew exactly why Harry was offended. After all, he had become quite fond of video games since the she, him, and Gil had moved to Auradon.

In fact, as she looked around, all of the other boys that had been laughing were now looking quite unimpressed with Uma’s statement.

“Video games aren’t a waste of time,” Jay piped up, throwing in his opinion, and Harry nodded as he gazed at Uma with his eyebrows knitted together.

“Ye know, fer once, I actually agree with Jay-Jay,” Harry expressed, and Uma rolled her eyes as she looked at Gil. Even Gil looked a bit offended as he watched her. Uma groaned loudly.

“Come on, y’all can’t seriously think that video games are worth forgetting everything for.”

“Yeah, video games aren’t really healthy for your psyche anyway,” Evie piped up, putting in her scientific opinion, and Mal nodded in approval.

“Maybe not worth forgetting everything for, but I certainly don’t feel that video games are a waste of time, though,” Ben told Evie, looking at her with some defensiveness, and Mal narrowed her eyes as the boys suddenly seemed quite against Uma and Evie’s points of view.

Mal looked at Evie, and she saw Evie’s brown eyes were glowing with that familiar sense of support that she always offered Mal unconditionally and wholeheartedly. Mal knew that Evie would be behind her completely if Mal felt like arguing against the boys or not. Mal nodded to Evie approvingly, and Evie puffed up a bit, feeling quite justified in her opinions on the subject.

“Come on, guys. It’s silly. You’re a bunch of boys with a life, and you actually think video games are worth wasting your time on when you could be going out with the dudes or hanging out with your girls?” Uma explained to them, getting a little more irritated with the guys, and Mal nodded as she agreed with Uma, looking at the group gathered.

“Well, not every moment of our time should be put in video games, but they’re certainly worth a lot of our time!” Jay pointed out, and Audrey pulled away from him as she glared at the boy. Mal and Evie raised an eyebrow as they took in the sudden action occurring with their favorite pretty little couple.

“So you’d rather play video games than hang out with me?!” Audrey questioned, and unfortunately, Jay was not a fast learner in that he had not yet figured out when it was time to shut up.

“Not necessarily, but I really like playing video games!” Jay informed her, and Audrey withdrew from him altogether, moving to the other side of their seat.

“Can we just focus on my dog?!” Carlos cried, trying to pull the conversation back to the first offense despite the fact that he was very much irritated about the entire ordeal with Uma’s beliefs about video games.

“Now look there! With that philosophy of valuing video games so much, the dog getting its butt shaved is the least of what you should be getting,” Uma explained to them, crossing her arms, and the boys all looked at one another in some offense.

Ben and Gil weren’t quite as enthusiastic as Jay, Carlos, and Harry, but they were nevertheless somewhat offended and did want to stick with the guys. After all, the other guys did need them at that point.

“I think you shouldn’t have shaved my dog’s butt at all! That’s messed up!” Carlos declared, and the rest of the boys expressed varying forms of agreement. Now they had to band together. The girls were completely against them in this endeavor, so they had to cooperate to present a good argument.

“C’mon, y’all, let’s go over to Evie’s place,” Uma announced. She looked out the window, realizing that the moon was already up. Uma looked to Evie curiously.

“Hey, Blue, watchu think of a sleepover?” Uma proclaimed as she stood up from her place on the couch.

“Sounds good to me,” Evie agreed easily and happily, loving the idea of having time to potentially drag Uma into girl talk and girlie activities, and Uma nodded resolutely. Normally, Uma wouldn’t volunteer to sleep over at Evie’s, but this was a special circumstance, and Uma was going to make those boys suffer.

“It’ll be better than being with these video-game-obsessed children!” Audrey proclaimed offendedly, her and Mal immediately siding with Evie and Uma. Audrey then got up and headed over to Uma swiftly. Evie stood up and offered Mal a hand, pulling her up gently with that usual care that she always gave Mal, and they both headed out hand in hand as they followed the other three girls. Jane hesitantly sat up, looking at the boys somewhat apologetically before leaving with the other four girls.

The boys just gaped at the five as they shut the door behind them and left the boys in the room by themselves.

“What just happened?” Gil questioned, for once actually asking something that was quite astute. Carlos shook his head and frowned as he headed over to sit next to Jay with Dude.

“Well, they’re mad at us because we apparently like video games better than them,” Jay pointed out, and Carlos’s gaze snapped to Jay.

“But Uma shaved my dog’s butt and wasn’t even ashamed of herself!!!” Carlos cried.

They were quiet for a long moment, the lot of them just gazing into empty space as they thought. Except for Carlos, who was too busy worrying over Dude to think of the girls and the way that the girls had treated the boys about their video games.

“Y’know, we should do it back to ‘em,” Harry suddenly spoke up, and Jay nodded to him, immediately on the same page. Ben furrowed his brow as he considered this idea.

“What? We’re shaving the girl’s butts?!” Carlos demanded, his eyes widened as he gaped at the Hook boy in horror. Ben’s jaw went slack as he stared at Carlos, completely taken off guard. Harry’s eyes widened at the thought and he raised an eyebrow.

“Ooh!!! Can I shave Evie’s?” Gil questioned, laughing like a madman, and Jay rolled his eyes at Gil and Carlos, shuddering a bit at the thought of Evie.

“That’s not what he meant. He was talking about pranking them back,” Jay pointed out, and Harry shook himself from his stupor, nodding along with the other boy in agreeance.

“Good grief, now I have a mental image of Evie that is never getting out of my head,” Ben expressed, shaking his head with a traumatized expression.

“Well, men? Shall we go and raid Evie’s place tonight?” Jay questioned, raising an eyebrow as he tried to move past the subject of just a moment ago.

They all raise their arms and fists in agreement. And so they headed off to create mischief and wreak havoc.

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It was the next morning, and Audrey had just woken up from her awkward position on Evie’s large bed. She was squished into Jane and laying almost on top of Uma, and Uma was resting across Mal and Evie’s legs as the laid on the bed in the correct positions.

That night, they had all been roughhousing and Uma had grabbed Audrey, falling down across the bed where Mal and Evie were resting, successfully squishing them. Jane had at some point crawled onto the bed and rolled against Audrey, and they had kind of all stayed in that position, talking until Audrey must have eventually fallen asleep. Of course, Audrey fell asleep faster than anyone that they knew. It must’ve been something to do with being the daughter of Sleeping Beauty.

Audrey, barely awake, climbed off of Uma and unwedged herself from Jane’s side as she got up and headed for the bathroom, not even looking at the other girls as she simply gazed at the doorway from between her barely cracked open eyelids.

Audrey stumbled through the doorway and headed down the hall, letting herself in the bathroom.

Audrey had a particular routine that she followed every morning. Her first step was ordinarily to use the bathroom, her second step was to wash her face, and the third was to put on her makeup so that she could be presentable for the day.

Once Audrey had finished her first step, she gazed at herself in the mirror, taking in her tired appearance. She rubbed at her eyes gently, and then started to look for the bar of soap that Evie always kept specifically for face-washing. She found it in its proper place--- of course, she didn’t expect anything less since it was Evie’s house--- and she couldn’t help but notice that something about it was different.

All that she could recognize about the bar was that it was round rather than the typical rectangular-shaped bar of soap. Either way, Audrey wasn’t much in the mindset to challenge it given her drowsy state, and she wet it a bit before scrubbing her hands together, keeping her eyes on her reflection. She then sat the bar down on the sink and started to scrub her face with her hands.

However, she quickly figured out that there was something about the soap that was much, much more different than just its shape. Audrey’s eyes widened as she realized that she had this disgusting black lather all over her face with only a few streaks of her actual skin tone.

Audrey swallowed hard, trying not to yell, but as she realized that the stuff was not coming off of her face, she couldn’t hold it back any longer. She suddenly let loose with a blood-curdling scream.

In the other room, Mal jerked awake. Evie, Uma, and Jane had somehow managed to remain asleep throughout this sudden noise, which was especially odd considering Evie was such a light sleeper.

As soon as Mal opened her eyes, she was met with the most frightening sight she had witnessed in a long time. There, right nearby her side of the bed, was a large, mean-looking dog that was staring at her and growling lowly. Mal froze, her eyes going wide, and she found that she was not able to move, completely paralyzed by her fear.

One of Mal’s greatest weaknesses was her intense fear of dogs, namely large dogs. This was a huge German Shepherd sitting there by her bed looking as if it were about to eat her, and it successfully took her fear to an entirely new level.

“Evie?” Mal whispered nervously, her mouth barely moving as she laid there white as a sheet. The dog’s eyes were still very much trained upon her, and Mal was scared to make very much noise in case it triggered the creature.

“Evie?!” Mal tried again, hoping desperately that Evie would wake up. After a moment of this, Mal realized that her foot was against Evie’s leg, and she did have a more effective way to perhaps stir Evie from her slumber.

Mal, keeping her watch on the dog that was very much watching her back, slowly poked Evie’s leg in hopes that she could catch the girl’s attention. She kept doing it over and over, whispering the bluenette’s name, and Evie finally stirred a bit.

Evie opened her eyes drowsily, looking over at Mal with her eyes barely open.

“M, what---” Evie stopped as soon as she spotted the German Shepherd. Evie’s face was laced with confusion, but she smiled a bit as she looked at the creature. As she awoke a bit more, she grinned, reaching over Mal to see the dog.

“Hi, where’d you come from? You’re a pretty boy, aren’t---” Evie started, extending her hand, but the dog suddenly growled at her as she approached him, and Evie withdrew her hand swiftly.

“Okay,” Evie spoke, her gaze darting between the dog and Mal fearfully. Mal swallowed hard, and Evie didn’t move a muscle as she tried to figure out what to do.

Her eyes moved down to Uma’s form laying across them on the bed, and Evie moved her foot, nudging Uma repeatedly.

“Uma? Uma?!” Evie told her in a voice barely more than a whisper, trying to poke Uma as near to her face as she could reach which at this point was only Uma’s side. Uma scrunched her nose as she raised her head up, looking at Evie as if she had lost her mind.

“What the heck is wrong with you? Stop poking me!” Uma scolded, and Evie shook her head swiftly, glancing over at the dog that had not taken its gaze off of Mal. Mal was frozen in place in the midst of her pure horror, and she looked as if she might start screaming at any moment.

“There’s a dog! A big, mean, really scary dog, Uma, and you need to take care of it!” Evie cried, her voice low, and Uma furrowed her brow in confusion.

“What are you even talking about? Have you lost your mind? There’s no dog in here!” Uma proclaimed before suddenly hearing the animal growl. Uma slowly turned her head so that she was looking at the dog upside down.

“Oh… You’re right,” Uma told her, and Mal was frozen stiff as she watched the pirate. Uma rolled over onto her stomach, bumping Jane in the process, and the daughter of Fairy Godmother stirred as she started to awaken.

Uma, deciding that it might be beneficial if she treated the dog with sweetness instead of treating it cruelly, started to sweet-talk the dog.

“Hey, bud! Come here! Come here, buddy!” Uma beckoned, baby-talking the dog as she tried to make him calm down. He immediately seemed to pay attention to Uma over everyone else. His tail started to wag a bit, and he leaned nearer to her.

Mal and Evie were just staring at the situation, and Jane rolled over, trying to figure out what in the world that Uma was doing and why she sounded so sugary and nice. Jane’s eyes widened a bit as she realized what was going on.

“Aww, look at him! What a handsome guy! Who’s a good boy? Is he a good boy?” Uma coaxed, and the dog scooted closer to her, laying his ears back as he whined a bit. Uma grinned widely, petting the dog on the head as he wagged his tail and licked her hand.

“Look, y’all, he ain’t nothing but a little sweetheart,” Uma told them as she scratched him on the head affectionately. Something glinted on the dog’s chest, and Uma furrowed her brow, reaching down and noticing it was a tag. She pulled it up, examining it.

“Huh… Serge, member of the King’s Secret Investigative Services,” Uma read aloud, and her eyes narrowed as she figured out precisely why she thought the dog was there. Uma looked over at the other two girls. Evie was holding Mal closely against her and trying to get the girl to calm down.

“You know, this has the boys written all over it,” Uma commented, and Evie nodded slowly, stroking Mal’s hair gently.

“But why would they do anything like this?” Jane questioned, and Uma turned back to look at the fairy.

“Well, duh. Obviously because we insulted their stupid video games and I shaved the dog’s butt. You know, honestly, boys are so petty,” Uma pointed out, raising up and looking down as she followed the dog’s leash to where it was tied to one of the legs of the bed. Uma groaned, untying the leash with the dog snuffling happily at her face the entire time.

Uma finally untied it, and she took the end of the leash in her hands as she moved her legs across Jane and put them on Mal’s side of the bed, getting up.

“Alright, y’all, I’m gonna take Serge outside,” Uma expressed.

“Check on Audrey,” Mal told her, and Uma looked at her curiously.

“Why?”

“I think she was screaming when I woke up,” Mal explained herself, still looking a bit nervous as she watched the dog closely. Uma scoffed a bit, raising an eyebrow.

“And you didn’t consider it necessary to tell me this like as soon as I got up?” Uma inquired before rolling her eyes, heading over to her shoes and sitting on the bedroom bench at the foot of the bed, the dog standing there next to her happily.

“Okay. I’m going to go check on Audrey, and then I’m gonna put the dog out,” Uma told them, getting ready to put her shoe on. However, before she did, she turned her head to face the other three girls.

“Now y’all remember. If the boys are behind this, there’s no telling what else they could’ve done,” Uma explained, working her foot into her boot carefully and not quite reaching the bottom of it yet.

“So, keep up your guard at all ti---” Uma stopped swiftly in mid-sentence, narrowing her eyes as she experienced the feeling of something disgustingly squishy in her shoe. The other three girls stared at her, trying to decipher what had happened to her.

Uma withdrew her foot slowly from her shoe, setting her jaw as she realized that she had placed her toes in what appeared to be dog poop. She immediately knew precisely what dog was likely behind it all.

Dude.

Uma swallowed hard before standing up slowly.

“I’ll be right back. Keep an eye on the dog,” Uma informed them, her voice controlled almost to the extent that it was cold and emotionless, and Mal yelped as Serge looked over in her direction.

“Uma, if you could, please take the dog out with you,” Evie told the pirate, holding Mal against her gently with her jaw resting on top of Mal’s head. Uma carefully turned to the bluenette, trying to keep her anger in check.

She just stared at Evie for a long moment before hobbling out the door, trying to walk on her heel as she took the dog’s leash, bringing him out with her. Uma headed down the hall, stopping at the bathroom door, and she looked to the dog.

“Stay,” she told him, and he sat down. She nodded slightly before moving to open the door. She had figured that the dog would obey commands. After all, he was one of the well-trained animals that were part of the investigative services.

Uma opened the door, furrowing her brow as she realized Audrey had her face turned away from Uma.

“What’s your problem, princess?” Uma questioned, and Audrey stiffened at the sound of Uma’s voice. Uma raised an eyebrow, moving closer.

“Are you okay?” Uma asked, finding herself actually worried about the princess. Audrey laughed a bit before suddenly turning around, her eyes wide as she gaped at the pirate with an almost crazed expression.

“Do I look fine to you?!!!” Audrey demanded, and Uma withdrew, staring at the princess in surprise as she took in the sight of Audrey’s blackened face. It was akin to soot, and there were only a few places on her face that were her usual skin color.

“Actually, yeah. Now you look like a warrior instead of a wimp.” Audrey seemed to get even angrier at that point, and she went off on a rearing tangent as she was often prone to do when panicked and livid.

“This is devil wash! DEVIL WASH! I can’t go out looking like some kind of panda bear warrior thingy!!!” Audrey screeched as she stared angrily at the bar of soap. Uma tried valiantly not to laugh as she moved over to the bathtub, rolling up the leg of her pajamas and sticking her foot in the tub as she turned on the hot water.

“At least panda bears are cute,” Uma quipped, and Audrey spun around to face the pirate, her eyes glowing with a fire unrivalled. Uma just grinned a bit guiltily, realizing that it was probably not a good idea to mess with the princess when she was this upset. Audrey opened her mouth, but before she could say anything, she seemed to realize what was covering Uma’s foot.

“What did--- did you step in dog poop?” Audrey questioned, her lips wobbling a bit as she asked the question. Uma groaned deeply, and Audrey started to laugh, unfortunately not as good at holding back her true feelings as Uma was.

“Oh, laugh it up. Ol’ doo-doo foot and panda bear. We’re a match made in… Well, definitely not heaven, that’s for sure,” Uma commented as she rinsed off the poop, grabbing a regular bar of soap to help her wash her foot. Audrey’s laughs subsided as she was quickly brought back to the situation with her face.

“Why does Evie have this soap in her cabinet?” Audrey questioned, and Uma shook her head.

“Evie doesn’t. The boys put the soap there. Just like they put dog crap in my shoe,” Uma explained to her with a bit of a snarl as she washed her hands after taking care of her foot.

“That… makes a lot of sense now that you point it out,” Audrey growled under her breath, and Uma sighed, turning off the water as she scooted over to the nearby rack that Evie kept her washcloths on. She then dried her foot off.

“Yeah. Carlos isn’t going to have to worry about that stupid dog anymore when I’m through. Shaving it will be the least of his worries,” Uma threatened, standing up and heading over to the door. Audrey examined herself in the mirror, trying to figure out some way rub the blackness off of her face.

To Uma’s relief, the dog was still obediently sitting there, waiting on the pirate. Uma smiled at him softly and took the leash, leading him across the house and heading for the front door.

However, as soon as she reached the door, she realized that something was wrong outside. Very wrong.

“Hey, Evie!!! You might want to get out here and take a look at this!!!” Uma called loudly before opening the door to get a better look at the horror she was witnessing currently.

There in front of her was Evie’s Jeep Charlene without any of its fancy, shiny tires that it always sported. Instead of sitting on tires, the car was sitting on large concrete blocks. Uma raised her eyebrows as she looked down at the dog.

“Man, when they prank, they go big,” Uma commented, and the dog just snuffled at her. Uma huffed a bit, knowing exactly how Evie was going to react when she got outside. The pirate then walked over to a shady spot underneath a tree and tied the dog to the tree.

She patted him affectionately.

“Don’t worry, buddy. I’ll get you some water in a few, and then I’ll call up your people,” Uma told him, and he licked her hand.

But before she could focus on the dog much longer, she heard a scream. Uma sighed, heading back over to witness Evie’s fit that she was likely about to be throwing.

“MY CAR!!! M, MY CAR!!!” Evie screamed, and Uma quickly spotted Mal attempting to console the other girl. Mal had obviously overcome her own trauma as a result of the dog, but Evie was just getting started. Evie looked as if she might fall onto the ground in the midst of her pure horror.

“CHARLENE’S RUINED!!! HER TIRES ARE MISSING!” Evie shrieked, and Mal squeezed Evie’s shoulder.

“I know, I know, I’m sure they’re around here somewhere, though, E,” Mal assured her, and Evie shook her head swiftly.

“Those tires were super rare, and I just got them last week!!! They’re brand new!!!” Evie almost looked as if she might burst into tears at any moment.

“It’s okay, Evie, it’s fine. Don’t be sad. Don’t cry,” Mal told her, leaning over and trying to pull the taller girl’s gaze away from the vehicle.

“These are not sad tears!!!”

“In that case, don’t kill the boys. We still have to get revenge,” Uma piped up, and Evie offered her only the barest of glances.

“What’s going on out here, guys?” Audrey questioned, and Evie turned her head to look at the pink princess that had just joined them. Mal followed Evie’s gaze and they both jumped in surprise at the sight of Audrey’s visage.

“What the heck happened to your face?!” Evie cried, her eyes wide as Mal grabbed onto the bluenette’s arms, and Audrey just glared at the other girl.

“Don’t ask,” Audrey ground out, and Evie didn’t bother focusing on the princess in favor of turning to her car.

“What the heck happened to your car?” Audrey turned the question on Evie, and Mal moved her hand across her throat in a silencing motion, trying to turn Audrey away from that question. Evie then practically had another meltdown.

“THEY MESSED UP MY CHARLENE!!!!” Evie wailed, and Mal sighed slightly, one hand on Evie’s back and the other in the bluenette’s hand. Audrey’s eyes widened and she raised her eyebrows in surprise.

Jane came out of the house at that moment, out of her pajamas and in one of her usual dresses. She had her phone in hand and was intently studying it. However, after a moment, she looked up from it and she realized what had happened to Evie’s Jeep.

“Wow! They really messed up Charlene!’ Jane cried, and Mal closed her eyes, knowing what dramatics she was about to have to deal with thanks to Jane once again pointing that fact out.

“My poor, poor car!” Evie whined desperately, looking between the vehicle and Mal desperately. Audrey looked back at Jane with a warning expression, hoping that the fairy wouldn’t say anything else that pertained to Evie’s car. After all, she had already learned her lesson about that.

“Woah! They really messed up your face, too!” Jane announced, and Uma snorted. Audrey shot the pirate a glare, and Uma just shrugged a bit, clearing her throat as she smirked.

“Huh, I guess I’m the only one that hasn’t been got by the boys,” Jane pointed out, pursing her lips in thought. She then smiled widely and happily.

“Carlos must love me a lot!” Jane stated, full of shining optimism. Audrey rolled her eyes in response to the fairy.

“Come on, girls, let’s go in and get something to eat while we discuss what to do to our boys,” Audrey suggested, and Mal finally managed to get Evie to move, her hand laced in the bluenette’s. Evie’s gaze lingered on the Jeep longingly and worriedly, but she finally decided to move back toward the house. Everyone except for Audrey passed Jane, and Jane then turned and started to follow the group.

However, Audrey suddenly gasped loudly as she stared at the seat of Jane’s dress in horror. There before her, the behind of Jane’s dress was cut out, exposing what would have been her underwear-covered behind. Well, if the dress was not exposing Jane’s very revealing, very frightening thongs.

Obviously, Carlos did not love her that much.

At Audrey’s gasp, Uma stopped in her walking next to Mal and Evie to look back at the princess. Jane was currently looking at her phone, and she didn’t even notice the sudden stop.

Uma furrowed her brow at Audrey, and Audrey, in the midst of covering her eyes in mortification, pointed at Jane. Mal and Evie stopped with Uma, picking up on this exchange, and they all turned their gaze to Jane who was now walking in front of the group. Evie’s jaw dropped and Mal’s eyes looked as if they might fall out of her head as they took in the sight. Uma just raised an eyebrow as she watched the girl.

However, after a moment, she smirked and spoke up.

“Hey, moonglow, did you forget something?” Uma questioned, laughing a bit in spite of herself, and Jane stopped after a moment, looking back at the lot of them. She was confused for a moment before she finally seemed to realize that Uma was talking to her. Jane furrowed her brow as she turned to face Uma, looking down at the front of her dress.

“No… I don’t think so,” Jane replied with a slight smile, and Uma just grinned evilly in return. Jane then continued ahead of the other girls, going into Evie’s starter castle.

“Oh, my gosh, Jane wears thongs,” Evie murmured underneath her breath, gaping at the other girl as if her eyes were branded to that one place. Mal rolled her eyes, and tried her best not to look at the other girl walking ahead of them that was missing essential parts of her underwear.

“And that’s my dress that’s cut!” Evie cried, her voice only a tiny bit louder as she squeaked. Mal chanced a small glance at the top of the dress, before looking back at her best friend that was still completely frozen in horror.

“It looks like it. Did you make her thongs, too?” Mal questioned with her voice hushed, and Uma suddenly leaned in, catching onto the tails of the conversation.

“And after you told me you wouldn’t make me any?!” Uma questioned accusingly, and Evie gaped at Uma before returning her horrified gaze to Jane.

“No, I didn’t make her any!” Evie replied quickly, and Mal shook her head, realizing that Evie was still unable to stop staring at Jane.

“Evie, stop staring!” Mal whispered to the bluenette, and Evie worked her hardest to rip her gaze from the horror right in front of her. Evie’s eyes were exceedingly wide, and she felt completely and utterly mortified as well as disgusted.

“I’m sorry! I’m just so violated right now on so many levels!” Evie squeaked and Evie took hold of Mal’s shoulders, guiding her around so that she was in front of Evie. Evie ducked down a bit behind Mal at that moment, trying to hide from the frightening sight that she had just witnessed.

They all made their way inside, Audrey nearly running into the doorway in her attempts to cover her eyes, and Uma keeping up a constant giggle storm as she unashamedly took multiple pictures on her iPhone.

Jane finally turned to the girls as she stopped beside one of Evie’s dining chairs, and Uma wasted no time in placing her hands behind her back swiftly, trying to look innocent. Evie raised her head a bit from her hiding place behind Mal, and Mal tried to muster the slightest of smiles, despite the fact that she definitely did not feel like smiling about Jane’s particular predicament. Audrey peeked out from behind her hand and swiftly put a hand over her mouth as she crossed her other arm underneath her opposite elbow, trying desperately to look casual.

“What is going on with you four?” Jane questioned, looking quite disturbed by the lot of them, and Uma shook her head with a smile.

“Hey, are you feeling a bit like you’re, umm… I don’t know… Walking on air?” Uma questioned with an enormous, evil grin, and Mal mentally facepalmed as Evie finally came out from behind Mal, standing beside the shorter girl.

“Walking on air?”

“You know… Set it all free? Let it go? Can’t hold it back anymore?” Uma asked, and Jane just stared at all of them as if they had lost their minds. Jane shook her head a bit before pulling her chair out and readying herself to sit down. Everyone’s eyes widened as they realized that the other girl was soon going to figure out precisely what was going on with everybody.

“I don’t know what’s going on with you guys, but I really wish you’d tell me,” Jane expressed before sitting down in the wood chair.

Jane’s eyes suddenly bugged out of her head a bit as she looked around awkwardly. Jane reached down slowly, reaching beneath her behind where it was touching the chair seat.

The fairy then shot up from her chair like a flash, turning around swiftly as she tried to see the seat of her pants behind her.

Audrey had reclused back behind her hand, Mal was pinching the bridge of her nose, and Uma was subtly videoing the entire thing. Evie was just gaping at Jane in horror and disgust, her head moving sideways as she watched her spin around. Mal just reached up carefully, laying a hand over Evie’s eyes.

Jane finally froze, her face looking quite pale indeed as she gaped at the girls. Her eyes finally settled on Uma’s phone that was held out in front of her, videoing her still, and her eyes went even wider as she turned white as a sheet.

“Smile, you’re on candid camera,” Uma pointed out with a wicked smile, and Jane wobbled a bit. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she lost all semblances of balance.

And she then promptly passed out, falling on the floor.

They all watched the girl for a moment before Mal shook her head, pulling herself from her gaping. Mal squeezed Evie’s arm fondly before starting forward.

“Come on, E, let’s get her a fresh change of clothes and take her to your bedroom so she can change,” Mal told the other girl, and Evie followed along easily, taking one of Jane’s arms as they readied themselves to drag her. Uma approached them, her phone at the ready.

“You guys think you could turn her over? I need a good shot for future blackmail and embarrassment,” Uma explained, laughing evilly, and the two best friends shook their heads.

“Uma, I think you’ve gotten plenty of footage for today. Besides, if we turned her over, Evie probably wouldn’t be able to stop staring.”

“M! Have you ever seen anything so frightening and disgusting that you just can’t look away?! Like it’s the most horrifying thing you’ve ever seen, but you can’t stop staring! It was like Medusa, and it turned me to stone, my eyes frozen in place,” Evie told them desperately, and Mal couldn’t help but snort in response to Evie’s ridiculous, very imaginative way of telling things.

“Man, you know, I didn’t have a clue that Jane, the most innocent of all of us, wore thongs!” Uma announced, cackling as she watched Mal and Evie drag the fairy down the hall.

“Very few people do,” Audrey informed the pirate, and Uma’s gaze snapped to Audrey.

“What--- you mean you knew she wore thongs? And you didn’t tell me?!” Uma demanded, and Audrey shook her head, sighing.

“Yes, I live with her in the dorms at Auradon Prep. There’s some things that you just know when you’re living with someone,” Audrey informed Uma, and Uma shook her head in amazement.

They sat down at Evie’s dinner table, waiting for the other two girls to return as they talked. Finally, Evie and Mal came back, and they joined Uma and Audrey.

“Y’all get her set up?” Uma inquired, and the two best friends nodded.

“Yeah, we did. Evie’s scarred for life, though. I haven’t had time to decide if I am yet. I’ve seen so much in one day that I’ve got to process it all before I make the final verdict,” Mal pointed out, and Uma nodded with a slight chuckle before suddenly looking more serious.

“So, what do you propose we do about our guys?” Uma asked, primarily looking at Mal as she spoke, and Audrey nodded in agreeance, watching Mal as well. From her position beside Mal, Evie looked to the shorter girl hopefully, reaching over and taking Mal’s hand in her own.

Mal squeezed Evie’s hand in her own absently, considering the entire ordeal carefully as they sat there in silence.

After a few minutes, Mal looked back at all of them, her eyes glinting with that dangerous glowing green that all three of the others knew to beware.

“Let’s give them a taste of their own medicine.”

………………………………………………………………………………………………………

“Hey, guys, let’s each text the girls!” Jay suggested with a devilish smile, pausing the video game that they were currently all engrossed with to look at the other boys.

Harry’s eyes lit up with a familiar evil, insane glint, and Gil, as usual, was excited to do anything with the other guys. Carlos looked interested in that boyishly mischievous sort of way that he had. However, Ben seemed as if he was unsure of the entire situation, but he had a small smile on his face.

Jay grinned, and they all withdrew their phones. Harry started to text Uma with Gil looking over his shoulder eagerly and Jay as well as Ben began texting their respective girls.

“I’m going to get Eves and Jane,” Carlos informed them, and Jay nodded slightly.

They each asked the girls varying expressions of questions pertaining to how they were, and they leaned back against the couch, all of them except Ben chuckling to themselves.

“Boy, oh, boy. I bet Foxy nearly crapped her pants this morning when she found the soap I left her,” Jay informed the other guys, laughing wickedly, and Carlos nodded emphatically.

“And I bet Uma really liked the whole poop in her shoe deal! I think Dude’s shaved butt bettered his aim, because he nailed that target,” Carlos grinned, reaching down and scratching the dog’s head, and Dude panted happily.

“Evie’s wheels were super fun to take off, though,” Gil piped up, looking at his partner in crime, and Harry nodded evilly, his eyes glowing with mischief. They all looked to Ben, noticing that he hadn’t said anything yet, and the young king shook his head.

“Well, I did find some enjoyment in tying Serge to Mal’s side of the bed. But I’m not so sure I’m going to enjoy what happens when she figures out it was me,” Ben told them, looking somewhat nervous, and Jay just laughed at the other boy. However, Harry seriously considered this statement, thinking of how his captain might react to the prank regardless of who was actually behind her individual one.

“But there’s one thing I didn’t get,” Carlos trailed off, pursing his lips in thought. Jay tilted his head, looking at the other boy curiously.

“Why did me and you cut a big patch out of the back of Jane’s dress?” Carlos asked the former thief, and Jay’s face lit up in an odd, secretive smirk.

“You don’t wanna know,” Jay informed him.

“Well, I don’t know, man, I kinda need to know these things. And why do you know whatever it is but I don’t?! She’s my girlfriend!” Carlos questioned somewhat accusingly as he furrowed his brow at the other boy.

“Audrey told me,” Jay informed him, and Carlos scrunched his nose, not sure what exactly that was supposed to mean.

But he didn’t have much time to contemplate that idea before the boys’ phones started to go off.

“Alright, let’s see what we’ve got here!” Jay announced, and they all examined the screens on their smartphones with looks varying from mild fear--- largely on Ben’s part--- and wicked excitement.

However, their expressions of happiness quickly dropped, and they all looked disappointed. Ben, on the other hand, just looked infinitely more terrified.

“Audrey says that her morning’s been fine,” Jay pointed out, and all of the other boys nodded.

“Yeah, that’s essentially what Evie told me. Jane hasn’t even read the message I sent to her,” Carlos pointed out, and Harry shrugged.

“Uma said tha’ they ‘ad a wild night and ended up passin’ out from exhaustion on Evie’s bed,” Harry informed them, his eyes reflecting his pure unhappiness with the lack of rection that he had received from his captain.

“And Mal says that they’re going to be spending another night at Evie’s place if that’s okay with us,” Ben added, looking quite nervous indeed.

“Guys, this isn’t good,” Ben informed them, and Jay raised an eyebrow.

“How so?” Jay asked, and Ben shook his head worriedly.

“You know they had to have run into at least most of our pranks. Something’s up if they’re being this calm about it,” Ben informed them, and Harry sat up a bit straighter, nodding emphatically.

“Kingy’s right. Mal and Uma don’t take things lyin’ down, ye know,” Harry explained, and the two shared a wise nod. Jay furrowed his brow, thinking about this for a moment.

“Hmm… Maybe we should keep our guards up,” Jay told them, and the other boys nodded in agreeance.

And so that’s what they proceeded to do for the rest of that day.

However, to their utter and complete surprise, the girls didn’t do anything to them at all, so by the end of the night, they had mostly written off the need to be cautious and instead assured themselves that the girls would likely try to strike when they came back from spending the night at Evie’s place.

But this peace was simply not meant to be.

“Florian? Hey, Florian? Wake up,” a voice sounded off nearby Ben’s bed, and Ben drowsily came out of unconsciousness.

“Wh--- huh?” Ben questioned, before almost squealing upon realizing that some tall figure was standing by his bed.

It was early morning, and the rays of sunlight were just barely peeking in to expose to Ben the face of his very own father-in-law. Hades stood there beside his bed, looking down at him with a solemn expression. Ben jumped a bit, reaching over and turning on his lamp as he stared at the god of the Underworld.

“Hades! Umm… What can I do for you?” Ben asked politely, making sure that he was on his best behavior. After all, this was his wife’s father, and he wanted to impress him if he possibly could.

Hades looked at the boy for a long time before drawing his lips in a tight line.

“I’m sorry, but it’s your time,” Hades expressed carefully, shaking his head, and Ben just gaped at him blankly. He had no idea what the god meant by his time, and he hated to look like a complete moron, but he found that he had to ask.

“My time?”

“It’s your time,” Hades informed him, and actually looked as if he felt sorry for the boy. Ben furrowed his brow, trying to figure out what he thought his time was.

“What’s my time?” Ben asked, and Hades sighed.

“You know. The time that I come to collect your soul. The end of your time on this Earth. The beginning of your time in a new world,” Hades informed him, looking genuinely regretful as he stood there before the boy.

Ben’s eyes widened as his heart practically stopped. He didn’t even realize that he was nearly hyperventilating until he started to try to speak.

“Wh-wh-what?! I’m… I’m dying?!”

“Yes. You’re about to be dead, actually,” Hades informed him, his hands folded in front of him, and Ben shook his head quickly in negation, completely panicking as he sat up in his bed.

He didn’t want to die. He had so much to live for. His kingdom, his parents, a future with Mal. There was no way that he could die this suddenly. He thought he was in his prime, doing excellently.

“Aren’t I in perfect health?!” Ben questioned, and Hades raised his eyebrows and tilted his head a bit.

“I suppose. Sometimes these things just happen, though,” Hades informed the boy somewhat sadly. Ben held his head in his hands, freaking out but quickly released his head in favor of staring at Hades hopefully.

“Please, is there anything I can do?!” Ben inquired, his eyes filling a bit with unshed tears. This was all just so sudden.

“No, Florian. I’m sorry. When it’s your time,” Hades sucked in a breath, shrugging, “it’s your time. There’s not much you can do about it.

“So you kind of just have to put your head between your knees and kiss your butt goodbye,” Hades finished with an apologetic expression, and Ben shook his head, very much in denial.

“Can I get a doctor? A surgeon? Anyone to help?!” Ben demanded desperately, and Hades sighed deeply.

“Look, kid. I’m sorry.”

“Surely you can do something! You’re the god of the Underworld! Can’t you do anything at all?!” Ben pleaded, looking to Hades as the tears actually did start to come down his face. Hades furrowed his brow in thought, staying silent for a long time.

After a few moments, Hades’s light blue-green gaze returned to that of Ben’s with a strange expression.

“There is one thing that I can do,” Hades told him shortly.

“What?! Please! I don’t want to die!” Ben cried as he leaned forward, watching Hades as if the god was his lifeline. Of course, at this point, he was.

“I can put off the inevitable for one day. It’s not a policy that I like to use, because it’s ordinarily very against the rules of Underworld management. But in this special case, because you are the king, it can be used,” Hades explained, and Ben nodded eagerly.

“Of course, of course! Oh, thank you, thank you!!!” Ben expressed, jumping up from his place in bed and hugging Hades quickly against his better judgement.

Hades just stood there stiffly, and Ben suddenly realized precisely what he had done. Ben jumped backward, releasing the god as he stood there.

“Don’t do that again. Or I will revoke the policy,” Hades informed him, pointing a finger at the boy, and Ben nodded, keeping his arms at his side. Hades then turned and exited the room. Ben shook his head swiftly, scrambling for his phone.

He dialed the number swiftly, and he waited a few moments, hoping and praying that the person would answer the phone.

Finally, someone answered, and Ben started.

“Hello, could I get a doctor or someone to come to the king’s castle? I have an emergency.”

Meanwhile, in a different part of the castle, someone else was about to have a phone call as well. However, it was going to be of a much different nature than that of Ben’s.

Carlos squinted, rolling over in bed as he reached over to the phone that was ringing irritatingly and constantly. He grabbed it carefully, checking the caller ID. It didn’t seem to be anyone he knew, but he guessed that he’d try it anyway. It could be someone from school.

“Hello?” Carlos drowsily questioned, and to his complete and utter horror, a voice that he hadn’t heard in about two or three years rang out in his ear.

“Carlos?! Carlos?! Is this Carlos?!”

“Mom!!!” Carlos yelped, immediately wide awake as he shivered a bit in terror.

“Oh, it is you!” Carlos’s eyes widened in unadulterated terror. How had she gotten his number? And how had she figured out how to call anyone?

“H-how did you get this number?!” Carlos cried, horrified by the entire ordeal.

“Oh, um… I got it from the phone book, of course!” the voice informed him as if it were the most obvious fact in the world. Carlos shook his head, scared out of his skin.

“What do you want?!”

“Carlos, that’s no way to speak to your mother!” the woman scolded, and Carlos shivered, completely terrified.

“But I want my boy back!” she expressed, and Carlos stopped shivering just a bit, allowing himself to hope that maybe, just maybe she had changed more than he thought.

“Really?” Carlos finally questioned, risking hoping.

“Well, of course! I need someone to keep up the house! It’s fallen into such a dreadful state!” she told him, and Carlos groaned. He realized that he couldn’t give in to her. Besides, he was living far, far away from her now, and she likely didn’t even know where precisely.

“I’m not your housekeeper. Hire someone, because I’m not doing it. Not anymore,” Carlos stood up to her boldly, and she was deathly silent for a long moment. Carlos immediately regretted his statement, feeling his stomach drop to his feet.

“Oooh, Carlos… I guess Mother’s just going to have to come and get you at the king’s castle,” she informed him, and Carlos’s mouth immediately went dry as he blubbered, moving his mouth but with no sound coming out.

“See you soon, Carlos!” she told him before hanging up suddenly. Carlos’s eyes went wide, and he tried to resist his first instinct to dive underneath the bed.

He thought for a moment, and ultimately decided that there was only one real option. He needed to get Jay, Mal, and Evie. Carlos gathered his things in terror, grabbing Dude on his way out. The dog had been asleep before Carlos grabbed him, and the dog jumped a bit in surprise as Carlos snatched him.

“Carlos?! What’s going on?!” Dude cried, and Carlos shook his head.

“We’ve got to get Jay and the girls!” Carlos cried, and Dude didn’t ask any more questions as the boy rushed through the halls in a panic.

As they rushed along, they suddenly heard a girl-like squeal, and Carlos furrowed his brow, stopping in front of Harry, Uma, and Gil’s place. He shared a glance with the dog, and knocked on the door.

“Hey? Is everything okay in there?!” Carlos asked, attempting to control his initial urge to run directly to Jay’s room so that he could properly check on the two boys.

“’ELP ME!!!! IT’S GONNA BLOODY KILL ME!!!” a shriek sounded off that was definitively Harry’s, despite its high pitch, and Carlos barged into the room.

He ran for Harry’s room, opening the door quickly, and he spotted the one and only Harry Hook standing on top of his headboard in terror, staring at something down on his bed.

“What is---”

“Where’s Gil? Gil’s a better fit for this particular, eh, job! Yes, job that I need taken care of!” Harry told the boy, not taking his eyes off of whatever was sitting there on the bed. Carlos stepped closer, trying to figure out what was going on. The de Vil boy then spotted some movement on the bed, and Harry jerked from his place on the headboard.

“HELP ME!!! Wee Laddy, get it, get it, get it! It’s the largest bloody thing tha’ I’ve e’er seen!” Harry cried desperately, and Carlos stepped closer to the bed. His eyes went wide as he took in the sight of the giant spider on the bed. It was the true definition of a tarantula, and it had all of the large legs and the hairy body.

“Woah, that’s huge!’

“See, I ain’t whistlin’ Dixie, do somethin’ about it!” Harry cried, his eyes as large as saucers as he stared at the arachnid on the bed.

Carlos looked around fearfully, trying to find something that might work. He quickly spotted a nearby shoebox and he made a mad dash for it. He took it and used its lid to quickly throw the spider down into it.

Harry pulled off a full-body shiver, still standing and hanging onto the wall.

“Okay, you can get down now. I’ve gotta go! See you later!” Carlos told the Hook boy, turning and starting out of the room. Harry was quickly behind the de Vil boy, and Carlos eyes snapped to Harry’s form in an unspoken question. Harry just shrugged nonchalantly with a smirk.

“Oi, jus’ thought I’d come with ye, eh? Sound good? Good,” Harry nodded, not waiting to hear Carlos’s answer as he barged out of the door. Carlos rolled his eyes, but hurried after him, not wasting time as they left the apartment, slamming the door behind them.

At that moment, Gil woke up, furrowing his brow as he heard the door slam.

“Huh… I wonder who that was?” Gil questioned to himself a bit groggily. He rubbed his eyes carefully, and suddenly heard his stomach rumbling. He looked down at his belly and he grinned.

“Oh… I’m hungry. Let’s get some breakfast,” Gil told himself, patting his stomach and getting out of bed. He headed over to the door, reaching out to turn the doorknob. However, it would not open at all. It was completely stuck.

Gil furrowed his brow.

“Uh… Harry?! Harry?!” Gil called, and there was no response. To the boy’s fear, there seemed to be no one there, and the door still wasn’t opening. Gil started yanking at the door more furiously but to no avail.

Gil’s eyes widened as he realized that he was trapped. Gil’s biggest fear was being left alone, and being trapped was just adding to it significantly. Gil’s eyes widened as he tried to figure out what to do.

He shook the doorknob a bit, staring at the door before banging on it desperately.

“LET ME OUT!!!”

But the other boys were blissfully unaware of Gil’s situation.

In fact, Jay was only just waking up.

Jay stretched somewhat, barely opening his eyes, and he furrowed his brow as he realized that his face was covered in hair.

“What the---” Jay grabbed at the hair carefully, pulling it from his face. To his utmost confusion and horror, the hair came off from his face in chunks. Jay furrowed his brow, starting to breathe a bit hard as he realized that it was brown hair that seemed to have come from his head.

Jay looked around him, and there on the pillow was a ton of long brown hairs lying there. His eyes widened and he picked up the strands, freaking out. Where had all of his hair gone? All of his long hair had completely disappeared.

Jay’s long hair was his pride and joy, and it was quite possibly his favorite attribute. He shook his head swiftly and noticed that there was no long hair falling down into his face.

Jay swung his head hard, trying to fling his hair over his shoulder. To his horror, there was no hair to fling. Jay’s hands shook a bit as he reached up and touched his head.

“No. No, no, no, no!” Jay cried, hopping up from the bed in the midst of pure panic. He made a mad dash for the mirror, and his eyes widened as he realized that his hair appeared to be simply pulled back.

Jay narrowed his eyes, leaning his head to the side, and he swiftly noticed that his hair was pulled back in a bun. Jay turned back and look at the bed, seeing all of the loose hair. Jay looked at his head closely, and realized that all of his hair seemed to be present.

Which would mean that someone wanted him to think that he had lost his hair. He immediately realized what had happened.

The girls had definitely not been over the boys’ pranks.

Suddenly, Jay heard a banging at the door. Jay turned in that direction, and as soon as he did, Carlos came barging in.

“What’s up?” Jay asked, immediately noticing how panicked that Carlos looked and how it was likely as a result of something the girls must have done.

“Oh, it’s terrible, man, it’s terrible!” Carlos cried, and Harry suddenly came in behind the de Vil boy. Jay narrowed his eyes at the sight of the pirate.

“What’s he doing here?” Jay asked curiously, and Carlos looked back at Harry before continuing in his nervous ranting.

“Oh, he came with me after there was this giant spider in his room, and he---”

“I ‘ad to get a shovel!” Harry quickly interjected, and Jay raised an eyebrow. “Ye know, ‘cuz ‘twas so big and I massacred it so badly that I’m gonna ‘ave to bury it in the backyard.”

Jay eyed him skeptically, but turned his attentions to Carlos, deciding he would deal with Harry later. It seemed that Harry had ended up on the bad end of a prank as well if his nervousness about the mentioning of the spider was anything to go by.

“What is it, Carlos?” Jay asked, trying to get an answer out of his little brother.

“It’s my mom! She knows I’m living here, and she somehow got my phone number!” Carlos cried, and Jay sighed, mostly confident of who he thought had actually called Carlos.

“It sounded like your mom?”

“Bro, I know my mom’s voice when I hear it,” Carlos informed him, nervously petting Dude, and Jay’s suspicions were confirmed. It logically could not be Cruella that had called Carlos, and if it sounded just like her, Jay knew it had to have been Mal. Mal was a master at impressions and had proved herself multiple times.

“Carlos, do you remember when me, you, and the girls were all messing around and trying to do impressions of various people?” Jay asked, and Carlos nodded nervously.

“Well, of course, but what does that have to do with anything?!” Harry raised an eyebrow at the shorter boy as he passed him, heading further into the room as he examined the items inside. Jay’s gaze shifted to the son of Hook, and he mentally noted to keep a close eye on him just in case.

“Okay, so do you also remember that one that Mal did last?” Jay questioned, hoping that he could jog the boy’s memory. Carlos was exceedingly intelligent, but sometimes his fear got the better of him and he forgot some basic logic that was required to get from point A to point B.

“Yeah, my---” Carlos froze, realizing exactly what Jay was hinting at. Carlos furrowed his brow, looking at the former thief.

“No… They wouldn’t… Did they?” Carlos questioned, and Jay shrugged.

“I woke up with a setup that made it look like my hair was cut off,” Jay explained to him, and Carlos nodded slowly.

“Oh, and I guess that’d explain why Harry got the spider and was screaming like such a little girl!” Carlos announced, and Harry’s eyes widened as he realized what the de Vil boy had exposed. Jay smirked, looking at Harry somewhat smugly and Harry shook his head swiftly.

“Oi, that ‘twasn’t me, ‘twas me ringtone! Aye, aye, ye see, I get to hear screams every time someone calls me!” Harry defended himself desperately, but knew the damage was already done.

“Do you think they got Ben and Gil, too?” Carlos asked, and Jay shrugged, giving Harry one last lingering glance before withdrawing his phone.

“There’s one way to find out,” Jay told them before dialing Ben’s number and pressing the call button. Jay leaned against his desk, waiting for the other boy to pick up.

Surprisingly, it only took a moment, and Ben sounded as if he were in a sheer panic.

“Jay, Jay, hello?! Is that you?!” Ben almost hysterically demanded, and Jay’s eyes widened. What had the girls done to Ben?

“Yeah, it’s me. What’s up, man?”

“Nothing good, nothing at all good! It’s my time, dude, it’s my time!!!” Ben wailed, sounding almost as if he were crying. Jay was immediately uncomfortable, not knowing how to deal with this.

“What do you mean your time?” Jay asked, trying to get clarification surrounding Ben’s situation.

“It’s my time to die!” Ben informed him, and Jay raised an eyebrow, holding the phone out from his ear as he winced slightly. Ben had told him this so loudly that Harry and Carlos had actually heard it from a few feet away, and the other two boys stared at Jay strangely. Jay just shrugged.

“Who told you this?”

“Hades did! And he’s an expert on these kinds of things, so he’s probably right! If it’s my time, it’s my time!” Ben explained, breathing heavily, and Jay nodded slowly, rolling his eyes. It was just as he had suspected. Mal had asked her dad to scare the living daylights out of Ben in retaliation for the entire dog by her bedside trick.

“Oh, I’m so glad you called! Do you happen to be around Mal? She isn’t answering my calls, and I’m sort of panicking just a little bit!!!” Ben cried, and Jay sighed, smiling slightly at the ridiculousness of his brother-in-law.

“Just a wee bit?” Harry questioned, making fun of the young king, and Jay decided to explain to Ben what was going on.

“Ben? Hey, dude, listen to me. This a trick that Mal pulled to get back at you after the whole dog thing,” Jay explained, and Ben went quiet for a moment.

“Wh--- You think so? Really?!” Ben questioned hopefully, and Jay nodded.

“Yeah, I do. You see, Harry woke up with a spider in his bed---”

“’Twas a tarantula!” Harry piped up, throwing in his account of the ordeal.

“Well, you know, a spider, and Carlos got a threatening call from his mother who doesn’t know his phone number. I woke up thinking all my hair was gone, and it turned out that there was just cut hair all over my pillow, bed, and face so I’d think my hair was missing,” Jay explained carefully, hoping the other boy would calm down.

“Oh… Oh, oh! That’s a relief! Oh, phew, I thought I was going to die, Jay!!!” Ben told him joyously, laughing a bit at the end of his exclamation.

“No kidding,” Carlos sarcastically commented, and Jay just grinned in response to his brother, but tried to keep his smile away and out of his voice so Ben wouldn’t think that he was laughing at him.

“But… You only said what happened to you, Harry, and Carlos. What happened to Gil?” Ben questioned somewhat worriedly, and Jay furrowed his brow.

“I don’t know. We’ll meet you up at your study, and we’ll swing by to see what Gil’s up to on our way. We need to cling together. There’s no telling what their next trick might be,” Jay told him, and they exchanged goodbyes before hanging up.

Jay nodded to the other boys, and they hurried down the hall, heading for Uma, Gil, and Harry’s place.

Before long, they were inside the apartment, and they reached Gil’s door, realizing it was locked. Jay furrowed his brow, hearing what sounded like somewhat panicked breathing. Jay unlocked the door, pushing at it carefully, and he quickly realized that Gil must have been sitting behind it.

“Yo, Gil? Hey, dude, move,” Jay spoke, and Gil suddenly jumped to his feet, moving out of the way of the door. Jay opened it the rest of the way and Gil had a giant smile on his face as he leapt forward.

“Jay! Harry! Carlos! You guys are here!!!” Gil cried, and Jay nodded, a bit weirded out, but glad that the boy wasn’t completely traumatized.

“Oh, my goodness, I’ve been locked in there for ages! I had so many things I needed to say!”

“Like, ‘oh, my gosh, I’m stuck!’ and ‘I need to get out of here!’ and ‘I’m gonna starve to death!’ and ‘I really wish I could kiss Evie!’ and ‘Maybe I could go out with Evie and get some food for us!’” Gil started running his mouth constantly, and Carlos and Jay shared an unimpressed grin as the four headed out, Gil quickly behind them. First of all, Gil’s incessant blabbering was already getting annoying, and second, Jay knew how Evie would feel about Gil and his hopeless dreams of dating Evie. Evie would probably fall onto the floor and flop around like a fish if she even thought about it.

“Y’know, I’m beginning to think we should’ve kept him locked in there,” Carlos murmured under his breath. Jay chuckled at that comment, ruffling the de Vil boy’s hair.

After what felt like forever as a result of Gil’s chatter, they finally reached Ben’s study. Ben was sitting there on one of the couches, looking very nervous as he jumped when they entered the room.

“Oh, it’s just you guys. Good, good,” Ben breathed out in relief, and the other four boys plopped down on the couches, relaxing as they sighed deeply.

“You know, we really shouldn’t have started this whole thing,” Ben finally expressed after a few moments, and Harry was just about to agree with him before Carlos suddenly piped up, Dude in his arms.

“Oh, yes, we should have! Uma shaved Dude’s butt!” Carlos cried, and Jay just sighed deeply, thinking seriously on the entire thing.

“Guys, I don’t think we were unjustified in this fight. The girls attacked our video games---”

“And my dog’s dignity!” Carlos added. Jay nodded to the boy in agreeance with his statement.

“In fact, I think that the girls should apologize to us for causing such a ruckus and scaring us all so badly,” Jay informed them all.

“As if that’s gonna ‘appen. The day that Uma and Mal come in here with an apology’ll be the day tha’ pigs fly,” Harry informed them sarcastically, and the other boys chuckled a bit in response to the pirate.

“Hey, guys? Are you in here?” Mal’s voice rang out, and Ben nearly jumped off of the couch in the midst of his pure terror. The other boys just turned to look at the girls that had come into the room.

There before them were Mal, Evie, Uma, Audrey, and Jane.

“We came to apologize,” Mal expressed, and all of the boys gaped at them in pure shock.

The two groups just stared at one another for a long moment, but they were pulled from their shocked staring when Gil got up and headed over to the window nearby his and Harry’s seat, gazing out of it curiously.

“What is he doing?” Uma questioned, narrowing her eyes at Gil.

“Oh, I’m looking for the flying pigs!” Gil informed her, and Harry rolled his eyes, grabbing the back of Gil’s vest and pulling him back down into his seat.

The boys then resumed in gaping at the girls. After a moment of studying the group, Jay realized that Audrey looked to have the slightest hints of blackness on her face and her complexion was redder than usual. He strongly suspected that she had gotten into his soap, which made it even stranger that she was so willing to forgive him and the other guys. He shared a glance with the boys, signaling them to be on their guard.

“So… You came to apologize?” Carlos finally asked confusedly, and Audrey nodded, stepping up as she looked at the boys with a sweet smile on her face.

“Yes, we did. In case you haven’t figured it out, it was us that pranked you guys,” Audrey explained, and the boys all expressed varying forms of agreement, all of them well aware that the girls had tricked them.

“We were doing it to get revenge for what you did to us,” Uma continued, and Harry in particular nodded, knowing how his captain was about getting even.

“But we started thinking and we realized that we were really capitalizing on your worst fears, and that we had overall been very harsh on you guys with the pranking and what we said before,” Evie told them, her brown eyes shining with that bedazzling glow of care that was so characteristic of her.

“So, we made you guys a cake,” Jane spoke up, and left the room to bring in a large chocolate cake decorated with white frosting, a knife and forks on the side of the cake plate and plates for the boys stacked underneath the cake plate.

The boys immediately felt their stomachs rumble. After all, they hadn’t had anything to eat so far that morning, and besides, chocolate cake was their weakness.

“We hope you can forgive us,” Mal finished, and all of the girls offered them their most sweet and winning looks. The boys were heavily tempted by the cake, but Jay knew they couldn’t give in that quickly.

“Now, wait a minute. This thing doesn’t have any raw eggs or some kind of foreign objects like that in it, does it?” Jay questioned skeptically, and Ben nodded with him, terrified of what Mal could possibly do to the lot of them.

All of the girls shook their heads.

“No. No raw eggs or foreign objects,” Jane expressed. “I should know. I made it.”

The boys looked at one another, finding it nigh impossible to resist the prospect of a good chocolate cake.

“Okay… We’ll take it,” Jay told them, and he stood up, taking it from them carefully. He then carefully sat it down on the coffee table. The five girls went to go and sit down on the empty couch that no boys were resting on, and they gazed at their guys sweetly.

Jay watched them skepitcally, and then handed the knife to Ben.

“Here, Ben, you cut it,” Jay told him, and Ben furrowed his brow, definitely not wanting to accidentally slice into whatever foreign object that despite their words, he was sure the girls had probably put in it.

However, Ben eventually did start to very carefully and slowly slice big pieces of cake for each of the boys. To his surprise, it seemed to be completely free of any tricks. Ben raised his eyebrows in surprise and handed each of the guys their slices.

They all silently eyed one another before taking a very small, tentative bite of the cake on their plates. That is, except for Gil. Gil simply just dove into his cake, forgoing all worries about potential traps.

“Huh. Tastes just like a chocolate cake to me!” Carlos pointed out before taking several more big bites of his cake. The other boys watched Carlos and Gil, and after nothing had happened, they started to dig into theirs as well.

Carlos grinned widely, greatly enjoying the cake. However, after a moment, he looked up at Uma with a slightly more serious expression.

“This might cover all that stuff you did to us and said about our video games, but this doesn’t work for shaving my dog’s butt,” Carlos informed Uma. Uma just narrowed her eyes at him and set her jaw, suddenly looking exceedingly dangerous. Carlos’s eyes widened and he immediately apologized, turning his attentions back to his cake slice.

“Don’t push your luck, de Vil,” Uma warned shortly before looking a bit more at ease, relaxing between Audrey and Mal.

Before long, the boys finished their cake pieces. Ben felt immensely relieved that the girls seemed to have not held a grudge. Carlos was pleased with the fact that Uma had actually apologized. Gil and Harry were very happy with the entire turn of events, and they licked their lips, trying to collect any chocolate they could have missed. Jay burped suddenly, covering his mouth with a fist as he smiled in satisfaction.

“Ah… That was good,” Jay complimented, and the girls just beamed, glancing at the members of their group before looking back at the boys.

“We’re glad you liked it,” Jane expressed with a proud smile, and Carlos grinned back at her, thankful that Jane loved him so much. She hadn’t even rigged the cake, despite the fact that she could have.

“So… Do you forgive us?” Audrey questioned hopefully, and Jay pretended to think for a moment before nodding easily.

“Yeah. That was so good, you guys more than made up for what you did,” Jay expressed with a large grin, and Audrey smiled widely. Evie puffed up with happiness, wrapping an arm around Mal’s neck as she pulled her sister closer. Uma offered them a genuine smile.

They continued to talk for a little while longer, enjoying spending time as a group once again.

However, before long, the boys noticed something a bit strange. Their stomachs were suddenly hurting really bad and there was a building pressure in their abdomens.

Harry was the first to succumb to the pain, and he subtly bent over in his seat, clutching at his stomach. Uma immediately picked up on the

“What’s wrong, Hook? The cake not setting well with you?” Uma asked much too innocently, and Harry’s eyes widened as it occurred to him that the girls had done something. He didn’t know what, but it was certainly something.

“What did ye do?!” Harry demanded, groaning deeply in pain, and all of the girls suddenly looked very, very sly.

“Oh, nothing much, really,” Uma replied, looking to Jane to start the explanation.

“I made the cake,” Jane told the guys, and Carlos furrowed his brow, unsure of how that demonstrated any badness.

“And while she was doing that, Uma and I found a whole bunch of cute, little pills that we ground up really well, mixed with chocolate and poured into her cake mix. I just can’t remember… What were they called again, Evie? You always remember these things much better than me,” Mal looked to her best friend, lacing her fingers with Evie’s affectionately. Evie looked as if she were thinking for a moment before suddenly having an expression of devious realization.

“Oh! I think they were laxatives, M,” Evie informed them, and the boys’ eyes went wide as they realized precisely what the girls had done to them.

“And then Evie and I decorated the cake beautifully, disguising our little ticking time bomb under a deceivingly chic camouflage,” Audrey finished with a huge, immensely evil grin. Carlos’s eyes went wide as a pain shuddered through him, and he winced.

Well… Jane obviously did not love him that much.

“You said it was an apology cake!!!” Jay cried indignantly.

“Yeah, we’re sorry that you guys started this whole thing,” Uma informed him, cackling evilly, and the boys all groaned and moaned.

“Alright, guys, look, we’re just going to not use the bathroom!” Jay announced, and Ben’s eyes went wide as he shook his head swiftly in negation.

“Are you planning on crapping your britches or something?” Uma questioned, laughing at her own inquiry, and Jay shook his head stubbornly, crossing his arms over his stomach.

However, after only a moment, Ben couldn’t take it anymore, unable to keep up the entire resistance against going to the bathroom.

“Oooh, I’m sorry! I’ve just got to go!” Ben informed them, taking his leave rather speedily to the restroom, walking somewhat stiffly as he hurried off.

“Number one down,” Mal pointed out simply with a smile, turning back to the other guys. At the mere implication of possibly using the bathroom, it made Carlos’s need worse, so after a few moments of putting it off for as long as he could, he shot up.

“You girls are incorrigible, and I’m so not accepting your apology!” Carlos told them before making a mad dash to the restroom that he knew was in the nearby hallway.

“There goes number two,” Jane told them with a slight giggle, and Audrey smirked, meeting Jay’s eyes wickedly.

Jay narrowed his eyes angrily in a challenge, trying to get ahold of his feelings so he could stand up to the girls.

The next one to go was Gil, rushing around and looking about desperately.

“Where do I go, where do I go?!!!” Gil desperately questioned, and Evie smiled, full of sugary sweetness.

“There’s a bathroom eight doors down the hall on the left,” Evie informed him, and Gil took off at the speed of light, panicking as he rushed into the other room.

“And number three,” Evie added on, beaming at Mal and Mal smiled at Evie smugly as they gazed at their last two subjects.

“And then there were two,” Uma shortly told them with a grin.

Harry grimaced, gazing at Uma apologetically.

“I’m sorry fer prankin’ ye girls,” Harry expressed, and Uma just shook her head slowly with a laugh.

“Well, I accept your apology, because I know you’re gonna be a lot more sorry by the time you’re through with your bathroom trips for the day,” Uma expressed her opinion on the subject, and Harry stood up, attempting desperately to keep himself together.

“You suck up,” Jay scolded, and Harry’s eyes flashed dangerously at the former thief. However, his effect was significantly dulled by the flighty, desperate look in his eyes.

“Ye might wanna be suckin’ up, too, Jay-Jay. No tellin’ what they might do next!” Harry announced to him before finally deciding he could not hold it anymore as he made a break for the bathroom that he knew was in a servant’s room nearby.

“Number four’s gone.”

“Now… Our last contestant,” Audrey spoke up, leaning forward a bit as she mimicked Jay’s position, her eyes boring holes into his own.

He narrowed his eyes, a scowl on his face as he glared at her. Audrey simply kept an easygoing smile on her face, and Jay swallowed hard, feeling the need to go to the bathroom starting to override all else.

After a several minutes of just staring at each other, Jay jumped up from his seat, taking off for the door, holding onto his behind as tightly as he could as he ran.

“You girls are terrible!!!” Jay cried as he ran out the door, slamming it behind him.

The girls were quiet for a long moment before they all shared a glance. As soon as they did, they burst into laughter, unable to hold it in any longer.

The boys might have started this prank war, but the girls had undoubtedly won it.

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Hii, i just found your work and I'm obsessed!!

Been wondering if you have more of "Sorry, but I Think I Lost Your Plot"

Thank you a lot for your work!!

Sorry, but I Think I Lost Your Plot pt 9

Pairing: Onesided!Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III x Modern!Fem!Reader

Words: 1058

You and Hiccup conversate. Again.

Tags: Time Travel, Reader into Movieverse, DoB:Live and Let Fly, first rule of fight club, unedited

“The green fin didn’t work out?” You asked, eyeing Toothless’ proud blue. Toothless was making it a point to whip his tail so that you could see it in its full glory, fins spread out all the way.

It seemed that Deadly Nadders weren’t the only dragons who were vain.

“Meatlug tore it,” It seemed Hiccup was back in his red tunic, which you had washed, folded and returned just the other day. He had his frog apron tied around his waist, dust and smoke smudging his face and rolled-up sleeves.

“Working on fixing up the green one. I was going to repair it, but…” He laughed awkwardly, following your eyes and rubbing his sleeves with his knuckles, maybe to try and wipe off the smudge or just self-consciously, you couldn’t tell.

“Oh, well,” You trailed off with a hum. You didn’t know blue pigment was so expensive. You figured that in town the other day, bartering with one of the old folks down by the docks. You felt sort of bad for giving Hiccup the tip, for a little while, but it seems he managed it pretty well. He probably had to do a fair bit of haggling for it, though.

“It looks really nice.” You complimented, shaking away your jitters.

Toothless snuffled at you from where he was besides, sidling up to the counter to flash his fin at Hiccup, for what was probably the millionth time.

“Yeah, bud, I see you,” Hiccup rolled his eyes.

You leaned your head away, shifting the pail in your hand, watching curiously as Toothless blew into your hair indulgently.

Hiccup glowered sourly over your shoulder. Toothless gargled back.

The pail was for Flishlegs, filled with rocks for Meatlug,though you weren’t sure if he still needed it. You were falling slightly behind. Mrs. Ingerman might appreciate having the rocks in reserve if Meatlug ever got the bright idea to try and start eating at their nice, polished stone floors again.

You would bring it up in conversation with her again the next time you had to do any laundering. She usually was kind enough to do boots for you if they weren’t yours, the one article you refused to touch on your own.

Speaking of jobs, and casual conversation;

“Do you know where the Thorstons… The twins, are? They said they had a job for me, or something.” You shrugged.

You had a point to coming down here, though you really did want to talk yourself out of asking for it.

“The twins?” Hiccup asked.

Peering over the counter, you could tell he was fingering a small box. You wondered what it was for.

The weirdness only upped itself tenfold with him, sometimes.

You were glad he had to mind not to just stare and drool, like that one time. He was pretty supped up on Zippleback gas, then, and you still weren’t completely sure that the lightning strike hadn’t done anything to his brain. So you didn’t hold it against him.

“Yeah,” You confirmed, sighing with false casualty, “They’re really hard to find, though. Honestly, I thought their father was bad enough on his own.”

“Their father?”

You nodded and hummed in response, “He’s never where he needs to be, according to Mrs. Thorstong, though I’m not sure how deeply I should be trusting in her word, considering all she does is talk about how big your dad’s muscles are.”

Toothless sad back on his haunches, finding something much more interesting in the ferns lining the stone platform the forge was built on.

“What?” Hiccup balked, “Really? That…”

“Sure is something, I know. “ You nodded sagely, “By the way, how have your burns been? I know Johannes has been having an issue with the blisters. Something about needing ointment. I think Gothi just made a fresh batch, he told me, so if you need to go up the spire…”

You remembered how awkward it was trying to haul Hiccup up the ladder to Gothi’s after the lightning incident. It was an exercise in strength you didn’t have. In the end, you had to get help. So maybe it was better that the two of you had Toothless. Or not, what with the flight ban and all.

You still felt pretty bad for the acid burns, though.

“I-no, I’m totally fine. Great, even! Unless you wanted to come, then-ah… I guess I could…” Hiccup fumbled with the box, arms contorted at an uncomfortable angle, digging his nails into the space between the lid and body in a place he probably thought was just out of view, “Really, I was wondering if…”

“So what’s the deal with Flight Club?” You blurted out.

You bit your lip anticipatorily, counting the seconds as they dragged by between you asking an answer. You really, really wanted to ask. The twins had been talking about it, and pretty openly at that.

You just hoped it wouldn’t compromise your position as primarily plot-unrelated in the meantime.

“Well, I- Oh-” Hiccup fumbled for an answer. He tried to step to the side in a move that was probably supposed to be casual, though he only managed to trip against the counter, and pretty awkwardly at that.

You heard something fall to the ground, as he must have knocked something down, setting off a loud clicking noise, before something large and fast bolted past your head, displacing hair.

Toothless hissed and jumped, tail wrapping tightly around his four legs. He nearly knocked you over with the force of it all.

You stiffened bodily as you heard a loud crash. The hairs on the back of your neck were definitely standing.

The bola must have burst through the roof of one of the large houses behind, as you could hear the beginnings of a long chain of muffled shouts from off in the distance.

“Ouch,” You winced.

“So, Gothi’s?” Hiccup asked, stumbling around the forge counter.

You looked back and forth around the empty clearing. It was actually very empty. What was usually bustling made up quite the ghost town. Unfortunately, you were afraid that soon, that would no longer be the case.

“We should probably get going.”

“Yeah,” Hiccup nodded, hurriedly trying, and failing, to undo the knots of his apron.

You set down your pail, shaking your arms out and brushing your hands down your skirt.

#thanks for reading and waiting #more to come #how to train your dragon #httyd #x reader #fanfiction #hiccup haddock #httyd imagine #hiccup x reader #toothless #fem reader #female reader

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Midoriya Izuku and Deku

I’ve seen some wank on how it’s disrespectful because Bakugo meant it as an insult and because you can make a case that prior to receiving one for all, he was disabled in context of the world of my hero academia.

I can appreciate that there is something there to both of those readings - but I think it’s a little silly to be offended at calling him Deku and insist that fans should call abide by this interpretation.

But I don’t buy it.

Deku as a name starts out as a way for Bakugo to bully him, no question. However, this shifts after Ochaco finds the name uplifting. Deku calls is paradigm shift for two reasons a) setting up Ochaco/Deku OTP b) the start of Izuku reclaiming Deku as his personal mission statement for the kind of hero that he wants to be - one who can become strong enough to save people no matter his limitations or how other people see him.

There’s a little spite in that. Deku has more edge than some people give him credit for. After enrolling in UA, being mentored by All Might, and making friends who aren’t a dick to him, he gets the nerve to stand up to Bakugo more and more. Deku is now his name, not Bakugo’s.

And, yeah, it would have been completely fine if he never did this and picked a different name. If he told Bakugo to fuck off, I’d see no problem with that.

But here’s the thing.

The central thesis is mha is ‘being a hero means getting involved to help even when you don’t have to.’ Even when it means sacrifice and harming yourself. Deku’s powers aren’t literally destroying his body for no reason - it’s a literal representation of what it means to be a hero.

Deku kept reaching out to Bakugo even when Bakugo didn’t deserve it. Even though it hurt him. And, after he’s able to gain a strong support system, it pays off.

Want to know why Bakugo had his breakdown with Deku? Because, in spite of everything, Deku cares about Bakugo. Unconditionally. Even though Bakugo doesn’t deserve it. And, in the moment that Bakugo hated himself the most, he baited Deku to fight him with more cruelty than ever before until Deku started to hit back as hard as he could, which allowed the two of them to finally talk to each other.

You can say that’s not fair to Deku. And, yeah, it’s not. But that’s what being a hero means sometimes - it means getting hurt in order to help someone else. And it’s not completely onesided because Bakugo gives back.

Bakugo is a sounding board for Deku. He’s helped eased the heavy burden Deku carries. It’s no accident that Deku gets a power up when someone blames Bakugo for All Might’s retirement. Bakugo wasn’t a fault and very thought anyone would think is so enraging because Deku knows how much it hurt his best friend.

Bakugo is always gonna be an angry asshole. But he can also be a hero and a good man. Deku’s belief in him is why he was able to make a turn around. Deku wants to inspire people, and that’s what he did with Bakugo.

At this point in the manga, I think it’s pretty clear Bakugo considers Deku his main rival and best friend. Deku doesn’t mean useless to him anymore. Deku, as a name, has fully become ‘a name of a hero’ to Bakugo.

And even if Bakugo never changed or became a villain, that would still be the case. Deku transformed it for himself long before Bakugo turned a new leaf.

I think it’s more respectful to acknowledge that Deku is name that means hero than sticking to its original intent.

Also, it’s cute.

#my hero academia #deku #Midoriya Izuku #bakudeku #katsuki bakugo #mha meta

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Pink Macarons

A Pokemon oneshot. Also can be read on ffnet here.

Summary: Who needs a man on Valentine’s Day? After the events of XYZ, Serena and her friends try out the new livestreaming feature on Pokévision, whilst trying to make the most of a difficult holiday by baking and hanging out together. Onesided Amour and onesided PoffleShipping.

“I can’t figure out how to do it!” Serena moaned as she fiddled with the equipment setup. “I don’t know if it’s the laptop or the camera!”

“Let Shauna do it,” Miette said. “She’s the only one of us to have used the new livestream feature before. We need you with food prep anyway.”

Food prep, at this point, was mostly done, thanks to the work Serena had done earlier. Every counter in the Pokémon Center kitchen was covered in all the ingredients needed for baking: sugar, moo moo butter, flour, and lots and lots of berries. Every spot that wasn’t had equipment like mixers and bowls.

“Yeah, I don’t remember how to cut the Qualot Berry so that it looks pretty,” Nini said, struggling with a paring knife.

Serena gratefully abandoned the filming setup to help Nini as Shauna, wiping her hands on her apron, took her place.

“If you can’t do that, you can always just cover it in chocolate and call it a day,” Serena said as she demonstrated, leaving a perfectly carved rose. “And remember to save these little bits for your Pokémon! Nobody likes waste.”

There was a little scrap pile going of edible berry bits that Serena was going to give to Pancham later. Delphox was the only one of her Pokémon out at the moment as Pancham couldn’t be trusted during the cooking process and Sylveon would likely be jumpy around this lively group of girls. Not to mention that with four girls in the room, space was already limited.

“Okay, save the little gems of wisdom for when we’re actually on the air,” Miette said sarcastically as she managed to sculpt a berry rose just as Serena had.

“I’ve got it!” Shauna exclaimed as she stepped away from the laptop.

“Wait, we’re live now?” Serena squeaked.

“Yep!” Shauna waved into the camera. “Hi, Serena’s audience! Happy Galentine’s Day!”

“No, no, I have to introduce—excuse me, Nini—us and what we’re doing!”

Serena scooted past Nini, placing the paring knife on the kitchen island behind her as she scrambled to join Shauna in front of the camera.

“Hi, I’m Serena! And this is my partner Delphox,” Serena said, gesturing in the background to where Delphox was washing the last of the berries. “And today—”

“On Galentine’s Day,” Shauna inserted.

“On Valentine’s Day, I have a special treat for you! My first ever livestream! And my friends Shauna, Miette, and Nini are all here to help me out. Their socials are in the information tab below—and they’re all great Pokémon Performers, so you should follow them if you don’t already. Thanks to everyone who saw my post on Fletchat today and is tuning in! Today, we have a Q and A planned where you can ask me and my friends questions while we bake for Valentine’s Day!”

Miette gave Serena a sympathetic look. “Serena, you’re talking really fast. Seems like you’re nervous.”

Serena gave the camera a big, cheesy smile and said with the utmost confidence: “I am!”

Miette shook her head and went back to working with the berries.

“I’ll be doing most of the moderating,” Shauna said, coming back in front of the camera, “so let me see those questions! Oh, here’s one. What are we baking, gals?”

“Everything,” Miette said.

“We’re making Poké Puffs and macarons,” Serena answered, ignoring Miette. “And we’ll be giving tips throughout the broadcast for those at home who are interested!”

“And for us,” Nini added. “Serena’s a much better pâtissière than we are.”

“Oh, you guys, I don’t know about that!” Serena said, trying to fight off her blush. “Anyway, for Valentine’s Day, we’re making everything pink and romantic. So that means heart-shaped macarons and beautifully decorated Poké Puffs.”

“Del phox del!”

“Oh, and we’ll be doing some taste tests too.”

“Serena, why don’t you let them know what we’re working on right now?”

“Good idea, Shauna! So, Miette and Nini are working on sculpting some fruit to make pretty toppings for the Poké Puffs—if you want a video on that, I can make one—and I have our macaron batter here! Delphox, can you hand me the Persim Berries and the pink towel?”

“Delphox!”

“If you want to use food dye to color your batter, you can, but I prefer to use more natural ingredients,” Serena explained as she took the items from Delphox. “If you put Persim Berries in bright sunlight, even after being picked, they become very rich in color. Then you can put them in a towel like this, and wring them out to get a very bright juice!”

Serena demonstrated putting a few berries in the cloth and twisting it. Dark pink juice bled from the towel and into the bowl that the berries had been in, and Serena showed it to the camera before pouring it into the white macaron batter.

“Persim Berries don’t have a lot of flavor,” Nini added. “So you don’t have to worry about your food tasting weird when you use it.”

“Very true, Nini. With macarons, all you have to worry about is that you don’t water down the texture too much, so start with a little bit. And you can always reduce the juice on the stove so that it’s more potent. Just make sure it cools down all the way first, because you don’t want to deflate your egg whites!”

As Serena folded the batter, Shauna was scrolling through comments on Pokévision and Fletchat, looking for questions.

“Aw, this is sweet,” Shauna cooed. “How can four lovely girls such as yourselves be without dates on Valentine’s Day? I’d take any of you out. Thank you so much!”

“Well, now seems like a nice time for a reminder that not everyone is alone on Valentine’s Day because they failed to get a date,” Nini said. “Some of us either don’t want a date today or maybe don’t want a date ever.”

“Yeah, I’m sure that’s the case for all of us,” Miette drawled. “Right, Serena?”

“Hmm?” Serena asked, a blush rising to her face as she reached for a piping bag. “Um, sure. Everyone’s different.”

Serena knew that Miette was just trying to get a rise of her—like always. She should have expected that live TV wouldn’t make her behave any differently. But Serena had a job to do here, and Miette’s antics weren’t going to steer her off-course.

“So when your batter is this consistency just scoop it into your piping bag and make sure you have a sheet tray ready,” Serena said, steering the conversation back to what she was doing.

“Ooh, Shauna, you’re not reading out the good stuff,” Miette said, leaning over Shauna’s shoulder to read the live feed. “LuvdiscLuver—very Valentinesy name, I approve—wants to know if there’s anyone Serena wishes she were out with tonight.”

“Hahahaha,” Serena barked, the laugh coming out completely unnatural. “I, uh, I love my girls, so I couldn’t be happier here baking with them.”

“Lies!” Miette got her face close up to the camera and pointing accusingly at Serena. “There is definitely someone Serena would rather be with, and I know who it is.”

Shauna shook her head at Miette and Nini, poked her on the shoulder. “It’s not your business to talk about that,” she whispered.

“Ooh, the comments are really coming in now!” Shauna said, scanning as the comments went flying by. “Everyone wants to know your crush, Serena!”

“Are you sure they don’t want to know how to shape macarons into hearts?” Serena asked, tilting the camera down so that the people could see what was happening on her sheet tray—rather than the boiling blush on her face. “If some of them don’t turn out perfect, just make sure to put that one on the bottom of your finished product!”

“Okay, Serena doesn’t have to tell you all that,” Shauna said, crouching down to get into the camera’s frame. “But to get back at Miette, I’ll tell you that she has a crush on the same person Serena does!”

Shauna gasped dramatically, putting a hand in front of her mouth as she looked at Miette and scurried out of frame.

Miette grabbed the camera and jerked it back up so it was right at eye-level. “Yep, that’s the truth; thanks, Shauna. One thing you all don’t know about Serena—she has great taste in guys. So of course I like the same one.”

Serena looked down at her macarons. They were hardly the best ones she’d ever done—most of them would qualify as bottom-halves, if that were possible. She could only hope that all the distractions hadn’t messed up the recipe. Macarons required such a specific finish, it would be obvious immediately if something went wrong.

At least Delphox was keeping things on track. She’d already rinsed out the bowl that the batter had been in and was reaching to do the same with the pastry bag.

“Okay,” Serena said. “I’m just going to slip these in the oven and then we can move on to our PokéPuff batter! Girls?”

Serena was going for a neutral vanilla base with pink sprinkles and a custard-like sour Colbur Berry topping. Then the girls would make them almost look like fruit tarts, putting the beautifully cut berries on top. All four of the girls knew how to make PokéPuffs by heart, and were able to get together the ingredients for this particular version of Serena’s with machine-like precision. Serena was weighing the dry ingredients, Miette measuring the wet, and Nini was juicing the Colbur berries.

“Wow, you guys are getting a lot of questions,” Shauna mused as she grated a little bit of the pink flesh of the spiky berries to add a bit of Valentine’s pink to the PokéPuffs.

“I have a link to my blog post about this recipe in the description,” Serena said. She’d written the post up that day and used pictures from her practice batches. If Pokémon Performing didn’t go her way, she could always be a food blogger.

“No, not about that—though you girls are doing great,” Shauna said absently as the wet and dry ingredients were combined. “No, people want to know how you two can stay friends when you have a crush on the same boy.”

Serena—whose face had finally returned to its even, beige complexion—could feel herself flushing again. When she’d said she wanted the livestream to be pink-themed, she hadn’t thought her face would be a part of it. Though, she was sure that Miette would use it as an excuse for her behavior.

“Well, it’s not serious for me,” Miette said, answering first since Serena had taken over the batter and Nini was handling the topping. “I mean, I like this guy. He’s cute, kind, and skilled. He ticks the boxes, you know? But I don’t honestly know him that well. I can recognize that and know that my feelings for my friend, Serena, are more important than a little crush on some guy.”

Serena looked up from where she’d been staring intently at the batter that she, frankly, was beginning to over-mix now that she’d put the sprinkles in. She blinked at Miette, surprised to hear such a mature response.

“Here, lemme take that,” Miette said, grabbing the bowl from Serena and beginning to dole the mixture out into a greased cupcake tin. That left Serena on screen with Nini mixing away in the background.

“Um, well, it’s different for me,” Serena started nervously. She couldn’t forget the fact that she wasn’t just in a room with her four friends and her Pokémon. There were thousands of concurrent viewers right now, watching as she floundered for the perfect words. “You could say…it’s more serious for me. I know this guy really well and I’ve liked him for a long time. But like Miette said, that’s different from our friendship. I mean, she teases me about it, and maybe it seems like she doesn’t care, but I trust her enough to know that she wouldn’t betray me or do something that would really hurt me.”

“What would you do if one of you were to start dating this mystery guy, someone wants to know?” Shauna asked.

“I’d get over it,” Miette said, popping her head back in frame as she finished up with the PokéPuffs. “Always more Goldeen in the sea.”

“Serena?” Shauna prompted.

“I haven’t really thought about it,” Serena said honestly. “Realistically, I mean. Because, in reality, I don’t think he’s ready to date either of us. Or anyone. I mean, maybe I tell myself that just because he didn’t show much interest in me, even after the signs I gave him.”

Serena avoided eye contact with the girls. She still hadn’t told any of them about their one kiss. Knowing Ash, he could have missed all the smaller signs she’d given him…but she didn’t believe even he could mistake what that kiss had meant for her.

“I don’t believe that,” Shauna said, jumping in next to Serena. “Look, we all know this guy. And, for all his good points, which Miette pointed out, I think we can all agree that he’s not boyfriend material quite yet. He’s not ready. Right, Nini?”

Nini looked up. “Um…let’s just say he’s the type you have to be patient with.”

“And I’m not that patient,” Miette said. “So in the event that Serena and what’s-his-face end up together, I’m going to give her a big congratulations. You win.”

Just then, the timer for the macarons went off and Serena scrambled to turn it off, not wanting the sound to be too irritating on the livestream.

“How are they looking, Delphox?” she asked.

“Del, del!”

Delphox reached in and pulled out the sheet tray, and Serena could see the perfect feet that the macarons had formed. They might not be shaped impeccably, but at least they’d cooked well.

“That’s perfect,” Nini, said. “Now we can put in the PokéPuffs!”

Nini did just that as Delphox set out the macaron halves to cool and Serena started on the buttercream filling, able to do it completely by muscle memory.

“Aw, Serena, look at this comment,” Shauna said. “It says: Don’t worry, Serena. Relationships are all about timing. This guy might be the guy for you, or Miette, in parenthesis, but today wasn’t the day. Maybe tomorrow or next Valentine’s Day.”

“That’s so nice,” Serena said, touched to find that her fans were such lovely people. “I’d be lying if I didn’t say I hope you’re right.”

Delphox had been fanning a sheet pan over the macarons, quickening their cool-down process. Miette touched one of the cookies and declared, “I think they’re cool enough to pipe now!”

Serena had just started scooping the buttercream into a fresh piping bag when Shauna came over and bumped her on the hip. “I’ll do this part, Serena. You should read what people are saying to you for a minute. They’re your fans!”

Since this was Serena’s first livestream, she was surprised to see how quickly the chat was flying by. It was hard to grab onto any one thing to respond to, but it was touching to see how many people were watching and cared enough to write in. There were messages about the food, people saying they were fans of the other girls, and lots of people grateful for the stream, as they didn’t have any Valentines plans themselves. They didn’t feel so lonely, because they felt a kinship with Serena and her friends.

Serena couldn’t help but think of Valentine’s Days passed as she imagined all the people at home watching her stream. Last Valentine’s Day, Serena had been traveling with Ash, Clemont, and Bonnie. It had been lovely to be with Ash, of course, though it wasn’t exactly in the way she might have hoped. And every year before that, she’d been alone with her mother, wishing that she was with Ash, or someday would be. Funny how when she finally was, it ended up being so different from her imagination.

Really, it felt like her first real Valentine’s Day was this one. Even if she didn’t have a date, this was the first time she was doing anything to celebrate. And everyone at home was celebrating along with her.

“You know what, I want to answer that first question honestly,” Serena declared suddenly.

“Which one?” Shauna asked

“The first one Miette asked—”

“Geez, that was, like, half an hour ago!”

“Regardless,” Serena said. “The one about who I wish I was with tonight. The truth is that I feel a bit sad that I’m not with the guy I have a crush on. I feel a bit lonely, like I’m seeing a lot of you at home feel. But you know what? I think I would probably feel a bit lonely if I were on a dream date with him too. I think that’s just something that people feel. But what I said before was the truth too: I couldn’t be happier to be with my gal pals tonight, enjoying Galentine’s Day.”

Shauna grinned. “Yeah! Galentine’s Day!”

“Or Palentine’s or whatever it is for you,” Serena continued. “Any day that reminds us of our connections with other people, and Pokémon,” Serena added, sparing a look at Delphox, “and encourages us to spend time with them is a good day. But it’s just what you make of it.”

“And we,” Nini said, bringing the finished macarons into the picture, “are making the finest desserts in Kalos tonight.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” Serena started, only to be cut off by Miette plopping one in her mouth.

“No, she’s right. Fuck, Serena, these are amazing!”

“Miette!” Serena exclaimed. “You can’t say that!”

Miette wiped a bit of frosting off the corner of her mouth and winked at the camera. “Oops.”

“Seriously, Miette, they could strike my channel!”

“Nothing to be done now!”

“Okay!” Shauna said, pushing in front of the other girls. “I think that’s the end of our stream! Thanks to Serena for hosting all of us, and make sure you check out everyone’s links in the description below. Sorry you all couldn’t see us assemble the PokéPuffs, but rest assured that we will, and then we’ll eat all of them until the only pain we have is in our stomachs. Everyone, have a fantastic Galentine’s Day and we’ll see you all next time! Bye!”

Only Nini managed to join in waving to the camera before Shauna ended the broadcast with a sigh.

“Well, that’s that.”

“Why did you end the broadcast there?” Serena asked. “Shouldn’t I have said something to everyone? What if there were more comments we needed to respond to?”

“Sorry, I just figured we’d better end things before Miette decided to say anything else.”

“I really am sorry, Serena,” Miette said, in a tone that made it difficult for Serena to tell if she was being truthful or not. “These are just some really effing good macarons. For real.”

“If that’s the case…” Nini reached over and grabbed one, giving it a once over. Despite the uneven heart shape, the cookie had the same coloring all the way through, looking perfectly cooked all the way around. When she popped it into her mouth, she couldn’t help but moan. “Oh yeah. We’re definitely gonna eat these until our stomachs hurt.”

Serena was unable to hide a grin as any irritation she felt towards Miette or Shauna evaporated. She just loved feeding people good food.

“Just you wait until the PokéPuffs are ready,” Serena said, pulling out a berry that looked like a large lima bean. “I got us some Micle berries. They’re pretty rare, but they have this incredible flavor that makes your mouth just pucker like when you’re drinking a dry wine. Squeezing just a bit of them on top of my PokéPuffs is my secret weapon.”

“God, how can you be making me hungry while I’m already eating?” Shauna asked, digging into the macarons as well.

“Ugh, why aren’t they ready yet?” Nini complained.

Serena shrugged. “Guess we’ll just have to spend all day together.”

The girls looked at each other, smiling. Yeah, maybe it would have been nice to be in a nice romantic restaurant across from Ash, holding hands and eating expensive food. But beyond that possibility, Serena was so thankful for the reality of her best girl friends here with her on this February fourteenth, doing something they all loved, together.

That was really a happy Valentine’s day.

FIN

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