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stinknoodle · 1 year

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Just One Dance

Summary: Steve bumps into you after dropping Dustin off at the Snowball and decides to stop and catch up, unintentionally uprooting long forgotten feelings within the both of you.

Fic Flavor: Childhood friends to lovers(kinda), mutual pinning, mild angst

Word Count: 5,316

As Steve pulled away from the gym entrance, jaw clenched, he spotted a familiar form in the distance, one he hadn't taken in for a while. You were perched on the edge of the sidewalk, your leather jacket pulled tight around your body and a cigarette in hand. He frowned, this was an odd hour to be sitting alone outside. With recent events weighing heavily in his mind, he pulled up to park about a yard away. He'd just check up on you, maybe offer to give you a ride home, just in case. He only harbored fond memories of you and the thought of something bad happening to another person he knew made his stomach turn.

As he approached, you didn’t take notice. A skateboard, your skateboard, sat upside-down on the road, pushed against the sidewalk. The bottom was decorated and seemingly hand painted, your name in an edgy font surrounded by haphazard doodles of skulls and flowers and all sorts of other clashing designs. Your shoulders jumped slightly when you finally became aware of his presence.

"Uh- hey." He greeted awkwardly, hands clenching and unclenching at his sides.

Much to his relief, a wide grin split across your face. "Well, well, well, if it isn't King Steve, in the flesh."

He scoffed lightly at the faux title, choosing pointedly to not comment on it; the only thing he'd felt like "the king" of lately was the losers. "Glad to see you haven't changed too much, (Y/N)."

Which isn't to say you hadn't changed at all, you held yourself very differently than the last time you had really talked. You sported some new piercings and dark eye makeup that made the color of your eyes pop. A couple chains hung loosely at your belt loops and a few wrapped about your neck. The alternative style you'd taken to was starkly different to the softer, preppier one you had worn the last time he had checked, but then again that was, what, eighth grade? He tried to not be too surprised. You seemed much more comfortable in your skin now anyways; it was pleasant to see.

"What's Mr. Harrington doing out here all alone on this fine night, hm?" You tilted your head with a smirk.

He scratched the back of his neck. "Just dropping off a, uh, friend at the Snowball." It felt a little weird to call Dustin a friend, but at this point it would be weirder to call him anything but.

"Ah," You grimaced slightly, "s'that why you look like a kicked puppy?"

"What?" He snapped, a little more irritably than he had meant to, immediately regretting the tone.

Thankfully, you held your hands up in mock surrender and chuckled. "Sorry, I just saw Nancy in there and assumed. Teach me to make assumptions."

"No it's-" He sighed, dragging a hand down his face, "it's fine, I'm sorry."

You shifted a bit and leaned back on your free hand. "You are forgiven, your highness. Care to take a seat with a lowly peasant, have a smoke?" You offered up the cigarette with a friendly grin.

He sat next to you gratefully, hesitating a moment before taking the cigarette from you and taking a long drag. The quiet between you was filled with the distant thrum of music wafting from the gym. Your shoes tapped the pavement, but there was no anxiety to the movement; it was more like you were bursting with energy that your body was hardly containing. It had always been like that with you, though you had tamped it down more in your younger years.

"Do you remember our Snowball?" You suddenly spoke up, a fond smile on your lips. You weren't looking at him, but at the hole in the thigh of your black jeans, which you were picking at with bored hands.

"Uh, kind of." He shrugged, the memory felt so distant now.

Suddenly your gaze shot up, your grin widening impossibly. "Wait, do you not remember?"

He blinked at you, brows slowly knitting together as he tried to scrounge for what you could be talking about.

You laughed easily, catching yourself on his shoulder as you leaned back from the intensity of the movement. "Holy shit, you really don't! That's fucking wild!"

"What are you talking about?" He finally relented, cheeks flushing lightly with embarrassment. You gently plucked the cigarette from his hand, taking a short pull from it before pushing the smoke through your teeth.

"Way back when, I asked you to go to the Snowball with me. You said yes." You snickered as you watched recognition slowly leak back into his face. "Then, when we got there, you completely ignored me. Didn't even dance with me once."

Guilt boiled through his stomach and up his chest, remembering vaguely with horror. "Oh, God, right. I- I'm so sorry-"

"Don't be!" You laughed again. He didn't understand, especially as you propped a warm arm up on his shoulder, looking up into the sky with a fond expression on your face. "It's kinda funny now. I mean, obviously it was absolutely devastating at the time, but now I look back at it and laugh. I mean, what did I think would happen?"

His frown deepened, confusion marking up his face. "How is that funny?"

Your smile didn't falter as you turned your gaze to him. "Just- what did I expect? You're Steve Harrington and I'm- well, I'm me." You shook your head and chuckled, lowering your gaze to your lap. You sucked in another breath of smoke and blew it out of the corner of your mouth. He didn’t miss how you used the present tense in your statement, implying that this was still a current dilemma.

Quiet fell over you once more, but this time there was a mild tension to it. Steve floundered for a way to express the thoughts in his head as he recalled that night.

"I'm sorry I did that to you, it was really shitty of me to ditch you." He spoke genuinely, picking at the sidewalk.

You glanced at him with a funny look and you shook your head. "Nah, there's no hard feelings, really. I just get it now, y'know?" You shrugged. "It's probably for the best you crushed that when you did, we would've never ended up suiting each other."

"What does that mean?" It stressed him out how casually you sold yourself short. You tapped the ashes off of the tip of the cigarette on the thick sole of your shoe and placed it into his hand in favor of toying with a safety pin on your jacket.

“I really liked you, Steve. Like, a lot.” You smiled. Before he could respond, you continued on. “But, if you had indulged me even a little, I’m certain things would have turned out much worse. You let me down arguably easily, I never would’ve survived the popularity you garnered.”

He let the words settle in for a bit before he shook his head. “I wouldn’t have let anyone give you shit.”

You smiled appreciatively, but still mirrored him with the shake of your head. “Nah, look at us. You would have been a social outcast just from being around me. It’s better like this. I’d rather us be distant than ruining everything over some stupid, shitty eighth grade break-up anyways.” You laughed.

“I guess… I just feel bad for screwing you over, even just as a friend.”

"Don't worry, Stevie. You'll find a nice girl to settle down with, make a little family, and I'll- I don't know, find someone more my speed. Things will work out one day."

He rolled the cigarette between his fingers in thought, swallowing hard. Why did that sting so badly? He hadn't thought about you like that in years and yet it hurt to be written as completely incompatible, for you to paint your respective futures without the other in them. He knew you hadn’t really talked in years, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t start again, especially with how well things were going tonight. He took one more drag before putting out the stump of the cigarette, discarding it in the street. The two of you listened to the music, a light hum starting in your throat.

"I actually did want to dance with you." He suddenly confessed. You gave him a confused look and his cheeks burned under your gaze, a hand scratching at his neck. "At the Snowball. I remember thinking that you looked really pretty and uh, I wanted to dance with you. Really badly. But I-" he coughed into his fist anxiously. "I let my friends talk me out of it. Which fucking sucks and was really rude, and even though you say it's fine I'm still sorry."

Your lips parted slightly, something unknown sparkling in your eyes. As he finished speaking, you smiled warmly and let your cheek press to his shoulder, almost like you were hiding.

"Thanks, Steve…" Your voice was softer than before.

"Yeah…" He replied, tentatively wrapping his arm around your back to softly grip your forearm on your far side. The silence rolled back in, but it was softer this time, and lasted much longer.

"I'm sorry about Nancy, by the way." You spoke quietly, hands fiddling in your lap. "I was- uh, I saw you guys kind of get into it at that dumb Halloween party. And then I saw you leave without her and Jonathan and-" you sucked in a breath, like you'd said too much. "Yeah, I'm just sorry."

He squeezed your arm lightly, swallowing the lump in his throat before replying simply with, "S'fine."

You chewed your lip for a long pause, but when the distant song changed to something slower, you suddenly sat up straight; Steve quickly missed your warmth.

"Well, I believe you owe me a dance." You grinned brightly at him and held out a hand.

He stared into your scraped up palm, bewildered at the sudden change in mood. "What?"

"Hey, it's the night of the Snowball, I'm dressed in my best,” you gestured to yourself almost sarcastically, “and you always look good,” you gestured to him, sounding a hair more sincere, “and you owe me at least one dance." You snickered and pushed yourself to your feet, offering up your hand again. "Unless, of course, you've suddenly decided you don't want to associate with undesirables."

He rolled his eyes and took your hand, albeit gently to accommodate for the scuffs there. "Stop talking like that, I'm not really that much of anything anymore, and you’re not," he scrunched his face up and shook his head, “undesirable.”

You tugged him to his feet with surprising strength, and he was mildly grateful for your thick-soled shoes; it put you at the perfect height difference, which made it easier to dance. You guided one of his hands to your waist and trailed your fingers lightly up his arm to rest on his shoulder. The two of you slowly began swaying awkwardly, a little stilted and bodies just a little too far away from each other.

You laughed sweetly, head thrown back in a way that exposed the pretty skin of your throat. "Harrington, I don't think any teachers are gonna come tell us off if we get a little closer. I didn't take you for being shy." That smirk pulled back onto your face.

He rolled his eyes, cheeks burning hot as you stepped into his space without hesitation. He released your waist and brought your joined hands above your head to give you a quick spin.

"How's that for shy, huh?" He said as his hands returned to their previous placement.

You only laughed again in response.

As you both relaxed, you slowly drifted closer and closer, as if being drawn together by an invisible string. Soon, your head was pressed to his chest, his hand released in favor of joining your other hand behind his neck. Both of his hands stayed respectfully on your waist, his chin lightly pressed to the top of your head. While you swayed, he was suddenly very glad he had decided to stop and talk to you. That reminded him, however, of the reason he'd stopped in the first place.

"(Y/N)?"

"Yeah?" Your voice was like a fluffy blanket, soft and warm.

"Why were you sitting out here alone?"

You laughed shortly, leaning up to his ear. "To be honest?" You hesitated, voice shaking with hardly contained humor, with an ever widening smile. "I ate shit while riding my skateboard around and was trying to pick the gravel out of my body, but it made me nauseous so I stopped."

"Oh my God." Steve laughed through the words, delighting in the way you hung off of him as you lost it. You hid your face in his shirt, muffling the high, hysterical sounds of your giggles.

"Do you want a ride home after this, then?"

You looked up with tears of laughter in your eyes. "I thought you'd never ask.”

Despite your protests of being okay to walk on your own, he helped you into the passenger seat of his car, giving your hands a light squeeze before drawing back to shut the door and head over to the driver's side.

"So, how's about we head over to my place to patch you up first, hm?" He spoke as he pulled onto the road. "It's pretty late, though." He added, more to himself than to you.

You chuckled, "Sure, Steve. My parents aren't home anyways, they won't even notice."

He nodded knowingly. Some things never change, and that had been one of the reasons you two had originally gotten so close in eighth grade. Neither of your parents were ever home, so you'd just walk to each other's houses after school. Sometimes just to hang out, but mostly to spend the night. It made you both feel just a bit safer, to have another body in the house with you. He realized how much he had sorely missed that feeling of security as he pulled up to his house.

"Do you… do you wanna stay the night?" He cleared his throat and tried to sound more confident than he actually was. You winced and opened your mouth to reply when he suddenly realized how charged with implications that question now was.

"Not to like- not like that, just, y'know," His voice died as he concentrated on parking the car and finally turned to look at your hesitant face, "like we used to. Obviously I have the guest room and you can say no of course you can always say no but-"

"Steve," You pressed a reassuring hand to his shoulder, "I'd love to stay the night."

He sent back a small, apologetic, and grateful smile. To be truthful, he hadn't been sleeping very well, if at all. Every time he closed his eyes, all he could see was those things. He heard them between every baited breath, and when his eyes slipped closed, he felt them watching. The rational part of him knew it was all over, that he was probably safe in the confines of his room, that the only creatures he had to worry about in the tender hours of the night were wild animals typical to the area, but he just couldn't shake that feeling. The feeling that he was being watched, that the worst was only yet to come, that something was waiting just beyond their sight, watching, waiting.

"Steve?" Your voice pulled him out of his spiraling thoughts, hand clenched around the cold bathroom doorknob.

"Sorry," He mumbled before twisting the handle and stepping in.

"It's fine," you stated gently, closing the toilet seat and sitting atop it while he dug through cabinets to locate the first-aid kit. "Where were you?"

"What?" He glanced up at you without turning his head.

You waved a hand, lips pursed. "You looked like you were… somewhere else. Somewhere bad."

It took a moment for him to get what you were saying, but once he did a lump formed at the back of his throat. He knelt at your feet, trying to roll up your pant legs with careful consideration for your knees.

"Nowhere, it's fine. I'm just kind of… tired." Not a lie, he felt like his limbs were made of lead.

You hummed, leaning forward to rest an elbow just above your knee and perching your chin on your hand. "This'd be easier if I was wearing shorts. You got anything I could borrow?"

He stood up, relenting and letting your pant leg drop back down to your ankle. "Yeah, I'll be back in a sec."

It was only when he had started digging through his dresser that he realized how readily he agreed to lend you his stuff, how easy you had found it to ask him to. There had been no hesitation, it almost felt natural, like it hadn’t been nearly four years since you’d even spoken a word to each other. He felt something warm in his chest, and he decided to be grateful for the comfortability that still remained between you two.

When he got back, you were picking at the open wounds on your palms, wearing a bored expression. "Stop that, you're gonna make it worse."

You looked up and gave him an award-winning smile of innocence. "Doing what? I've got no clue what you're talking about."

He tossed you the shorts and t-shirt in his hands and headed for the door. "Let me know when you're done changing."

You tilted your head curiously. "Why's there a shirt? Something wrong with mine?"

"Just figured you'd want to sleep in something other than your street clothes, you're free to just give it back." He called over his shoulder before pulling the door shut behind him.

The bathroom was nearly silent behind Steve as he leaned against the wall beside the door. He was almost nodding off when your voice suddenly sounded.

"You can come back in, pretty boy."

The pet name made his cheeks glow with blush, taking a calming breath before opening the door with indifference forced onto his face. It got even harder to keep the expression when he saw you, in his clothes, in his bathroom, staring up at him. Your street clothes were folded neatly on the edge of the sink, your socked feet lightly tapping at the tile. A smirk tugged at your lips, and you were opening your mouth to say something when he quickly ducked the statement to kneel at your feet once more.

"Christ, how were you even standing?" He lightly ghosted his fingers over the bloody gashes at your knees. He pressed his palm just above your knee and stroked the skin there with his thumb. "Why didn't you say something sooner?"

As he looked back up at you, he found your mouth still hanging open, cheeks flushed. You coughed into a fist and cast your gaze to the side. "Looks a lot worse than it actually is."

He scowled lightly. "Really?"

"Yeah, I've experienced worse." You chuckled. "Nothing will compare to when I broke my leg sophomore year." You grinned down at him, an attempt to reassure him gone wrong. "The bone was sticking out, it was pretty sick."

He looked horrified and you laughed, loud and hearty and so very you. "That's terrible."

"It's fine, really. I've recovered, obviously." You chuckled. He finally withdrew to start digging through the first-aid kit, shaking his head in disbelief as he did so. That definitely explained the massive scar on your left knee.

"Okay, here, this'll probably sting a bit, but it's important that we get them as clean as possible." He narrated as he pulled out some hydrogen peroxide. He dug around for a small hand towel and dumped some of the liquid on it.

"I'm a big kid, I'm sure I can handle it."

He shook his head again. "You can squeeze my shoulder if it hurts too bad, and we can always take breaks if you want."

Your grin turned mischievous, "Oh, yeah? You gonna take care of me?" Your flirtatious tone made his face light up like a Christmas light. He quickly pressed the cloth to your right knee.

You gasped loudly, hands flying down to squeeze at his shoulders. "Jesus Christ, Steve! A little warning would've been nice!"

He didn't respond, opting to rub your left thigh apologetically. He would've apologized out loud if he had trusted his voice to not shake. By the time he was done wiping down your knees, you had two fistfulls of his red shirt in each hand. Your makeup was running down your cheeks and neck, forcing yourself to swallow back a pained sound.

"You did such a good job, we're almost done, alright?" He spoke softly, setting down the cloth in favor of antibiotic ointment and bandages. To give you some credit, they did in fact, look a lot worse than they actually were. Still, he hadn't been expecting any reaction less than the one you’d had.

"Give me your hands?" He asked lightly as he finished up bandaging your knees.

You gave him a hesitant look, paired with a sniffle, but extended your hands at his patient expression. He felt you relax in his grip as you realized those didn't hurt nearly as bad as your knees.

"There," He practically breathed the word out, having to clear his throat to continue, "all better."

"Gonna kiss 'em better?" He looked up into your watery grin, and he found himself having to scramble to regain his footing in the situation. He looked back down, and leaned in to press a soft kiss to each knee.

"St-Steve-" you stammered, but you choked on your words as he took your hands into his, looking into your eyes as he pressed light kisses to your palms.

Satisfied with your silence, bright red cheeks, and gaping mouth, he stood. "Better?"

"Y-yeah." Your voice trailed off, quickly glancing into your palms to trace the kisses with your eyes.

"Good, you had anything for dinner yet?"

You shook your head wordlessly, jumping a bit when his hand reached into your view.

"C'mon, I think I can whip something up for us." He didn't actually expect you to take his hand, you would probably just push it away with another hearty laugh. That's what would have made sense with what knowledge he’d gathered on you. You did no such thing, however, taking his hand and letting him pull you to your feet. He felt your hand squeeze at his lightly, lingering just a little longer than what was probably acceptable, and let go.

What was happening? Why were you both acting like this? Steve was absolutely puzzled as you started talking his ear off, it was almost as if none of that had just happened. He was only half listening as you rambled, but you didn't seem to mind his distant expression; you must have just wanted someone to talk to. The entire time all he could think about was how bizarre tonight had turned. He felt almost bad at the fluttering in his chest, but it was kind of soothing and certainly preferential to the ache that had been there earlier in the night.

After dinner, you had cleaned your makeup-smudged face off and gone your separate ways. You had patted Steve's shoulder with a splitting yawn and mumbled out a "G'night." The knowledge that you were in the house with him did less to soothe his nerves than he thought it would, less than it had when you were little. Then again, he had had less things to worry about at that time, As he laid in his bed, his eyes kept drawing back open to stare at the window. Every little sound was some nightmarish creature, every shadow was hunting him. He dragged a tired hand down his face, stretching out the heavy bags under his eyes. Suddenly, he ripped the blankets back from his body and stood, a hand quickly being pressed to his desk to steady himself. He couldn’t help but look out of the window at the pool. His stomach lurched and he forced himself to turn away, a sad attempt at shutting out the millions of thoughts spinning through his head. It’s bullshit, we killed Barb, we killed Barb, bullshit, bullshit, bullshit. He tried to be quiet as he stumbled to the bathroom and splashed his face with palm-fulls of water; it took at least 30 minutes to stop himself from retching.

With any chances of sleeping officially ruined, he made his way to the kitchen. He got himself a glass of water and sipped at it morosely, trying to convince himself that he was safe. The creak of the stairs set him on edge, hand gripping at the cup. His heart pounded in his ears as the sound of something moving through the house got closer and closer until-

“Steve?” Your groggy voice immediately shattered the tension. You gave him a tired smile, your tone teasing as you continued. “You too cool for sleep, huh?”

A heavy sigh of relief tore through his chest, the inhale proceeding it shaky. “Yeah, something like that.”

“You okay? You look…” You sleepily searched for an adjective as you made your way over to him.

“Like shit?” He provided.

“Scared.” Oh. “Terrified, actually. Did something happen?” Oh.

It was humiliating how that simple question nearly brought him to tears. He liked to blame the lack of sleep for how vulnerable his body was trying to be. It took a massive amount of effort to dam up the flood of tears and the selfish explanation that came rushing in. The less of the truth you knew, the safer you would be, and he refused to be the one who put you in that kind of danger just because he couldn’t keep his shit together.

“Bad dream?” Your fingers lightly brushed the back of his bicep as you unknowingly provided a helpful excuse for him to escape with.

He nodded, teeth clenched tightly. He averted his gaze quickly to stare into the wall and attempt to blink back the tears.

You were quiet for a long beat, fingers drawing soothing patterns into his skin. You took the glass from his hand and took a sip from it. “D’you wanna build a blanket fort in the living room?” When he looked back at your face, you were grinning childishly.

“Okay, that should do it,” You groaned with a stretch as you gave one last tuck to the corner of the blanket draped over the top of your soft structure.

“You’re still really good at that; you been practicing without me?” He teased with a tired smile.

You laughed and shook your head. “Build a fort? With another man? What do you take me for?”

He let out a responding laugh, combing a hand through his hair to push it out of his face.

You grinned up at him, clearly pleased with that response. “Well, what are we waiting for?” And with that, you were crawling in through the entrance.

Steve waited for you to settle inside before heading in out of fear that he would tear the whole thing down. You were snuggled into the corner, surrounded by pillows and trying to set the flashlight up in a way that it didn't need to be held to still shine light into the makeshift cove. The fort was not as spacious as it had appeared to be, or rather, the two of you were a lot bigger than the last time you'd built a fort together, and you hadn’t accommodated for this factor. His legs ended up snug against yours as he laid next to you, your shoulder pressing into his chest.

"There." You finally let out a quiet, excited woop as you succeeded in putting up the flashlight. "Now," you turned your gaze to Steve, suddenly holding a faux air of severity, "you gonna come here or what?"

“What?” He laughed the word out, feeling the tops of his cheeks and the tips of his ears heat up at your opened, welcoming arms.

“Well,” you wiggled a bit to get more comfortable, “this is a pretty small fort, and you look pretty cold, and I’m pretty sure you’d benefit from a good snuggle.”

“You look pretty,” He grumbled out, the words a failed knee-jerk attempt at sass. Your cheeks leaked rouge and you beamed back at him.

“C’mon, I won’t make you do anything if you genuinely don’t want to, but you seriously look like you need a hug.” He was grateful that you hadn’t brought up his comment.

You were right, of course, he definitely needed a hug. The longer he stared at you in contemplation, the harder it was to resist giving in. Finally, he slid closer to you, careful to not press his entire weight into your body. Your arms wrapped around him and your hands came up to hold his head, all to pull him closer into you.

“There we go, c’mere big cat,” Your smile was evident in your voice as you gave him a tight squeeze. “Isn’t that so much better?”

He grumbled a half-hearted complaint about your fingers being cold, but his body language spoke very clearly that he was in pure bliss. His arm slid up to hold across your waist, grip a little stronger than you had expected. His other arm was pulled up against his chest, fist tucked up under his chin. Your breath ghosted over the top of his head, one hand stroking gently through his hair, picking softly and splitting apart hairsprayed strands. The other hand rubbed a line up and down his back with a firm tenderness; every careful touch pulled him into a state of calm that he hadn’t known for quite some time. A soft, embarrassing sound came from his throat as you pulled your hand away from his back and you chuckled.

“Just grabbing a blanket, s’that okay?” Your voice was somewhere between speaking and whispering.

He nodded against your chest, letting you lean up slightly to grab a blanket and he helped you pull it over your bodies. You tucked it gently up to his chin, sending a small smile down at him when he met your gaze. Your fingers were warmer than before as they slid down from his hair to gently cup his cheek, thumb brushing under his eye.

“You comfy?” You smiled brilliantly when he nodded again. “Good. Try to get some sleep, yeah? You look like shit.”

He huffed out a half-laugh and pressed his cheek back down to your chest. “Easier said than done.”

“Yeah, I get that…” You continued to stroke his hair, apologizing when one of your rings caught and tugged a strand.

Despite his snarky comment, he found himself slipping into the clutches of sleep in your arms. He could hear the rhythm of your heartbeat through your ribs underneath his ear, and he felt the rumble in your chest when you started to quietly hum. His tight grip around you slowly eased as he drifted away from the conscious world, finally letting his tired body rest.

You could feel the moment he fell asleep, could see it in the way his expression relaxed. His eyebrows finally drew up and apart, his lips parting just slightly and the softest snores started to leave through the gap. He looked very pretty like this, all relaxed and peaceful. You leaned down to press a feather-light kiss to his forehead, and eased your head back into the pillow. You squeezed him one more time, his arms unconsciously tightening around you a hair, and you let yourself finally be taken from the world by sleep as well.

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twilighttrekkie · 4 months

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This made me unreasonably sad

S1 Gerber's death hits so hard man

It's such an incredibly heartbreaking extended death scene with Gerber is saying how he doesn't wanna die and Derek panicking while assuring him that it'll be ok. Then immediately after Gerber's dead the game repeats the "Rain continues to fall" message, which in context has shifted from bland text about the weather to feeling way more depressing.

...and then Gerber's death theme is fucking Ram Ranch

#tw blo0d #tw blood #injury tw #tw death #death tw #tw major injury #tw g0re #dri's art #my artwork #dri's rambles #friendlocke #friendlocke s1 #pokemon friendlocke #saltydkdan friendlocke #saltydkdan #dw this is the only friendlocke art i'll make with blood in it (and probably art in general for a while with blood)#i'm not good at drawing blood and it makes me too sad so yeah #i wasn't even gonna add blood to this one until i realized that it would probably be hard to tell it was the death scene otherwise

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kayla-crazy-stuffs · 1 year

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I was really lazy but I have draw it :D

Here it's the aftermath of the last drawing @a-xyz-s >:]

TW: Blood, hard vore (only a leg), safe vore, 'kinda' cruel pred

Btw... I'm really bad at drawing saliva :')

Yep, after eating Quackity's leg, he safely swallowed the borrower :"]

#mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #karmaland g/t #karmaland 4 g/t #giant!el bromas #giant!rubius #tiny!quackity #borrower!quackity #tw vore #tw hard vore #safe vore #tw blood #tw major injury

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from-ultra-space · 3 months

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Nori’s First Mission

//This will be the second entry in Nori’s Stories, a collection of drabbles and short stories about the little blue dude or his little blue friends. This one is unrelated to the first but if you want to read it you can find it linked in my pinned post. Nori’s First Mission covers, well, Nori’s first mission out of the city. It happens many years before the current time and includes: blood, major injuries, mention of death (although no one dies), a little bit of found family, Nori imaging a sunrise, and is overall pretty long. I was hoping to show a bit more than what I have but that would take too long so just posting as it is. Hope you enjoy :)

-Mod Cucco //

It was a little while after the team originally found Nori that he went on his first mission. He had been trained in common Ultra Beasts (specifically how to avoid them) and general procedures for how things worked. Still, just because you're trained in what to do if something goes wrong doesn't mean that's always what happens. It was supposed to be something simple, the mission that is. Nori was going to follow a few of the members in the Ultra Defense Force outside the city, collect some basic data to update their records, and maybe learn some stuff from more experienced people along the way.

The sky was always dark but Nori was noting it anyways, just like how he noted the sound the group made as they walked further from the light of the city. Osmund, the lady in charge of the expedition, marched confidently in front with something that could be considered a flashlight. As Nori was the only Recon Squad member there he also marched in the front, and even though it was just to gather the highest quality undisturbed data, it made Nori feel important.

After a few minutes of quiet walking Osmund decided to be the first one to talk. "Your name is Nori, right? Sorry, I'm terrible with names."

"Yes, at least I think my name is Nori," he said back, "I'm not quite sure after all that's happened"

Osmund nodded, "I heard about that. I'm sorry Phyco couldn't find your family, not to mention losing your memories must have been a struggle. Still, I'm happy to have you working with us!" She smiled when she patted Nori on the back. "Just a tip but you don't need to be stiff to be professional. If you keep your posture relaxed while talking all fancy it helps your back and your confidence."

Nori hadn't even noticed he was tense until she said that. "Oh uh… thanks!"

"Hey It's my job. One of the reasons why Phyco sends all the new guys with me. That and the fact that I've walked this route so many times I'd notice if anything was off."

They walked for a while longer after that. Nori noted (just as he was told) every rock and ancient building foundation. Each sample was one more weight added to his already sore legs until he eventually asked for a rest. Nori carefully went through his data and thanked his suit for being comfortable even if it was a little bulky. From the vantage point he was at there was still light emanating from Megalo Tower and for a moment Nori could imagine what a "Sunrise" might have looked like. Maybe there would be stars, tiny sparkles in the sky that would represent the people's dreams. Maybe there would be farms longer than buildings were tall. Maybe there would be "Trees", plants so big you could live in them. Just as Nori was about to write this down in his Personal Thoughts section of the notes he got interrupted by Osmund.

"We must have taken a wrong turn." She said, "I don't remember this place. Dalis, what's the distance to Megalo Tower?"

One of the members of the Defence Force, who must have been Dalis, looked down at an instrument with a confused look on his face. "That's strange, the number hasn't changed since I last checked it," He thought for a moment, "That must have been at least 20 turns ago. It's just… strange. I did a full diagnostic on it before we left, there should be no issue with it."

"Well nothing we can do about it now. Let's turn back before we get into any trouble… Nori, what's beeping?" Osmund asked.

Nori didn't notice anything though. It took him a bit to find what instrument was going off, his energy monitor. The small device was beeping like crazy, probably for so long that Nori had stopped noticing it. To put it simply, this was not good. "This is not good." Nori replied.

Dalis yelled, "Alright everyone get going. GO." Immediately everyone picked up the pace. Someone called the headquarters for a Lunala but it wouldn't arrive until well after the standard time simply because of how far out they went. Nori was so caught up in the group that for a little bit he didn't even notice that Osmund wasn't following them.

"Osmund, come on!" Nori called out. She didn't move, just stared in the direction everyone was running.

"oh no. not good." Osmund murmured. "DON'T RUN THAT WAY" The entire group halted as Osmund finally ran to catch up with them. "TURN AROUND NOW!"

Nori was confused. Why wouldn't they head back? Why was it so bright all of a sudden? Nori's head hurt and he felt like he might fall over. Where had he felt this before? The world seemed to slow. Behind him the universe tore itself in two, and a monster entered the world.

Nori turned around In horror, his legs shaking as two hands emerged from the Wormhole, each larger than him. The hands forced the rift wider until the creature’s torso could fit through. Before Nori even had a chance to think, the Ultra Beast’s long needle of a mouth had focused its next target, him.

It was that moment that the Buzzwole came crashing down like a force of nature and everything went red. Somehow Nori wasn't dead. Somehow Nori was still conscious and as he lifted his hand to his head he felt something there aside from the blood. Don't panic, he thought, pleaded really, Osmund. Where is Osmund?

Nori crawled through the rubble spread by Buzzwole's entrance. He could see the destruction it had caused now, people fell to its might, some fled but probably wouldn't get far. Finally, he saw Osmund. She was trapped beneath a rock that fell when she must have shoved Nori out of the way. He stumbled across the chaos until he fell next to her, both terrified and in pain. It was there that they waited for help. Osmund was nearly dead, barely breathing but still struggling to stay conscious even if it was only to warn Nori everytime the Beast returned to look for them. It felt like a long time before any help arrived.

Sometime between rescue and being transported back to the city Nori must have fallen asleep, because the next thing he remembers is waking up to Phyco and Soliera looking down at him. He was told that the Buzzwole had been defeated and that everyone had survived, even if they did so with injuries. A large chunk of rock had to be removed from Nori’s head and it would leave a permanent scar just above his eye, but surprisingly he and Osmund sustained the most damage. Ms. Phoris (as Phyco had called her) would most likely not be able to go out on missions due to complications with her legs. Still, that certainly wouldn’t stop her from training others in the future. Nori would always be her favorite student though, enough that she even gave him her last name.

While much has changed since this incident (mainly safety procedures) it’s content continues to affect those involved. Aside from the main physical injury Nori received, from this point forward he almost refused to get too close to any kind of Ultra Beast or pokemon. It also kickstarted Nori’s relationship with Osmund, one of the primary people who he considers his family, as he has none by blood. Like a few other of the accidents Nori continues to find himself in, it still bothers him a little, even if he won’t admit it.

#Nori’s Stories #pkmn irl #important #tw major injury #tw injury #tw blood #tw talk of death #This is longer than my usual drabbles and I still don’t like the pacing #Eh whatever #sadly not much of little lighthearted Nori but maybe I’ll write that later #Probably after I introduce [REDACTED] because she’s important for that

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simbasomba · 2 months

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Apocalypse oc’s because I can (it’s Angiepocalypse; the lore to my ocs that I will actually post art of)

Angie is the leader of her travel gang, the members are: Simba/Val (my sona/a short magical cat creature), Rabbi (an alive rabbit plush who acts like they recently escaped a mental health clinic), Malcom (the cooler one, also the deputy) Leah (the amateur), Dalton (literally the only normal one), Eleshia (the one everyone thought was dead), Dalton (the traumatized one) and Rio (the weerd girl). That’s a total of 8 members.

It started out when Angie was 12 and her friend, Eleshia was turning 14: they were both born into the apocalypse in separate tribes (30-200 people). Eleshia was abandoned from her tribe when she was maybe 8?? So when spent the last 6 years fending for herself before she met a lost Angie.

Angie was a juvenile, outgoing person who did not know shit about combat because she lived underground with her tribe until she got lost. Eleshia found her and helped her out, leading her to her base and letting her rest. And that’s when the travel gang started.

Angie and Eleshia spent four years together: Eleshia was 18 and Angie was 16. They were raiding a mall together when a monster ambushed them. They fought: Angie dodging attacks with agility while shooting the monster from afar, while Eleshia used her spear to attack the monster from behind. Sadly, the monster was fucking huge so while Angie got onto their motorcycle and drove away with a ripped off foot and deep gashes all along her body and face Eleshia Gaye’s in the mall fighting the monster. Her fate is unknown.

Angie was still driving away from the mall when an honestly badass car swerved right next to her. Inside of it was two people: Prillie (the cool one) and Malcom (the cooler one.) they both noticed that Angie was extremely hurt and seemed like she was going to pass out so they invited her into their car, which they seemed to have settled in, and drove her to their base with her motorcycle in the back.

They provided Angie with food and Medicine, observing her carefully to make sure she didn’t move too much to irritate her mangled foot. Rio sat next to Angie with a cup of water and painkillers while Malcom was outside, protecting the base from any monsters with his bow and arrow. Prillie had wrapped Angie’s mauled foot with bandages and herbs with great experience, it seemed like she was the healer of their duo.

Angie, Malcom, and Prillie stayed together as a duo for a year, Angie 16, and Malcom and Prillie 17. They were simply walking in a forest when another fucking monster stumbled upon them because, y’know, apocalypse. Angie fought with her shotgun and spear while Malcom fought with his bow and arrow and Prillie fought with a large sword-knife of some sort. Eventually, the monster overpowered them and was about to kill the injured trio when a knife shot through its head.

The trio was confused, looking for the person who threw the knife, only to be met withhhhh…AN ALIVE RABBIT PLUSHY!!!

Angie and Prillie’s jaws dropped while Malcom let out a high pitched scream as the rabbit strutted towards them without a care in the world. “I’m joining your team” said the rabbit. Angie and Prillie replied with “Yay!” While Malcom passed out.

Since it can now officially be called a gang because it has four people: the travel gang stayed together for another year, Angie is now 17, Prillie is 18, Malcom is 18, and Rabbi the rabbit plushy is a plush I don’t think they have ages- so yeah these people were an unstoppable group: Rabbi was fierce as hell, Malcom gave no mercy, Prillie has a mini gun, and Angie always screamed “FOR ELESHIA!!” Whenever she murdered a monster which always confused her group but they never bothered to ask.

One day, GUESS WHAT?? Another beast overpowers them and kills Rio because I like torturing these little guys! Angie is so stunned and just stands there while Rabbi beats the beast up continuously with Eleshia’s spear while Malcom is crying over Rio’s dead body because they were friends since birth hehehe.

Angie turns to Malcom and hugs him as the another monster slowly emerges from the shadows. Rabbi is like “uhh, guys!! We gotta go!!”

Angie, Malcom, and Rabbi turn to face the honestly fucking huge monster and they all get ready to beat its ass before something that looks like a cyan glowing rope grabs hold of the monster and beats it to the wall.

The trio looks to see what the rope is coming from just to be faced wiiiith….VAL/SIMBA!!! A magical cat creature thingy!!

Val summons what seems like cyan shards and immediately impales the monster with them, killing it in an instant.

“Im joining your group” says Simba. Rabbi replies with “YAYYYY!!!”. Angie and Malcom cry over Rio’s dead body.

After two years of the travel gang being together, Angie is 18, Malcom is 19, Rabbi is a plush, and Val is…no one knows lmao (not even me and they ARE me)

The gang stumbles upon a dog while raiding an abandoned house, a golden retriever to be specific. Malcom, Angie, and Val are obsessing over it, doing the baby voice and calling it cute, while Rabbi is about to stab it. Val lifts Rabbi from the floor while she continues to obsess over the dog with the humans.

The dog leads the gang to what seems to be an abandoned school and leads them inside of it, Val and Rabbi take the lead with the dog because if anyone could kill a small monster or zombie in an instant, it would be them. The dog leads the gang to a classroom that someone seems to have settled in. It’s decorated with yellow fairy lights and a few plants surround the class, and right smack dab in the corner is a tent. It looks like it has a person in it.

The dog enters the tent, and quickly exits with a pale girl that has long, straight black hair. She wears a dirty white t-shirt, black shorts, and a school backpack as if she didn’t have any actual surviving supplies.

The girl looks like she’s going to burst with joy when she spots the gang. “OHMYGODOHMYGOD HIII!!! ITS BEEN SO LONG SINCE IF MET ALIVE PEOPLE!!! I’m Leah!”

They all introduce eachother and Leah explains how for the past few years she’s been living in the abandoned school, hidden form monsters, so she does not have any experience in combat. Obviously, Angie ends up changing that.

Leah and Mufasa (the dog) join the gang and for the past few years, Angie has been training Leah all she knows when it comes to survival in the apocalypse, whether or not it’s battle against monsters, that she may or may not have learned from Eleshia, or basic herbalogy that she may or may not not have learned from Rio.

After two years of traveling, raiding, training, and fighting, the travel gang finally stumble upon another group while raiding a base they thought was empty.

New character tiiiiime!!: Alaini, the leader of the new group, Dalton, her second in command, Kennedy, the healer of the group, and Marshall.

Dalton and Marshall immediately get ready to fight the travel gang, dalton taking out two pistols and Marshall taking out a Rifle. The travel Gang return their weapons into their bags and raise their hands, showing no harm.

Dalton backs off, putting his pistols back into his backpack, meanwhile Marshall is about to pull the trigger on his rifle. Alaini hits his arm and pushes him alway from the gang.

Kennedy rises from her bed and introduces herself, as well as the rest of the base group. The travel gang introduce themselves as well.

After the introductions, Marshall and Kennedy question Simba and Rabbit, Marshall disturbed and Kennedy intrigued. Rabbi explains how they came to life by an unknown substance provided by the apocalypse, and Val simply just shrugs and says “Im just here, man.”

The travel gang applause to the base group and explain how they thought the base was empty, Leah scrambles to find the exit of the base before Malcom takes her arm and leads her to the exit along with Val, Mufasa, Angie, and Rabbi.

Angie and Leah get on Angie’s motorcycle as Rabbi, Val, and Malcom enter the car. They are all about to speed off when Alaini exits the bunker and postpones them, asking them if they’d like to merge with her group as a small tribe. Rabbi is hesitant with the offer, Leah is excited, Malcom is fine with merging, Val and Mufasa are just happy to meet new people, and Angie accepts the offer.

Now, as a traveling tribe, Alaini, Angie, Marshall, Kennedy, Dalton, Val/Simba, Mufasa, Leah, Malcom, and Rabbi have been reviving the apocalypse together for a few months before Marshall, Kennedy, Alaini and MUFASA SOBBB die. They (mostly Dalton and Leah) grieve, but eventually move on for another year.

One night while everyone is sleeping, Leah sneaks out of the car and decides to hunt for fish in a nearby river. There, she meets a young girl in what seems to be a clock mask. The girl notices Leah and approaches her. The young girl introduces herself as Rio, taking off her clock mask to reveal a scarred yet stunning face. Leah invites Rio to the travel gang and Rio accepts, following Leah back to the car. In the morning, Angie wakes up first and screams, pointing at Rio and yelling “WHY IS THERE A RANDOM PERSON IN OUR CAR!?!?”

Leah explains to Angie about Rio and Angie calms down. She says to Leah that Rio has permission to join but next time, she needs to ask Angie if someone could merge with the travel gang.

So maybe a year after traveling with Rio, they are traveling the forest, everyone in the badass car following Angie’s even more badass motorcycle. Suddenly, they all stumble upon a village! The gang immediately exit the car while Angie gets off of her scooter, they all admiring the village in amazement. They quickly entered the place, more surprised and happy than hostile.

All of the gang is excited to meet another living tribe except for Val, Rabbi and Dalton who honestly does not give two shits and just wanna raid the place and leave, especially Dalton, who lost all of his original tribe.

After figuring out no one lives in the village, leaving the gang disappointed (that doesn’t stop them from raiding the place lmao) So after that, they decide to leave. Just as Angie hops onto her scooter and is starting it, she hears a rustling in the car. She gets off of her motorcycle and enters the car while the rest of the group is still searching for anything that could benefit them later on.

Angie slowly opens the car door, and is faced with an old friend. There she was, looking around the gang’s car. Eleshia. Angie whispers Eleshia’s name quietly, but loud enough to get Eleshia’s attention. Angie quickly notices that Eleshia has a prosthetic as a leg, and she assumes she lost her leg form the monster she last saw her battling.

Eleshia turns around, just to see Angie. Eleshia jumps at the leader and quickly captures her in a hug, tears falling down her face. Angie breaks in tears just as Eleshia did and hugs back as tight as she could.

Eleshia quickly apologizes for attempting to raid the groups car and Angie forgives her before immediately inspecting her, seeing at how much she changed. She has multiple scars slashed across her face and arms, and her remaining leg was completely covered by baggy sweats. She wore a jean-jacket, covering a black, plain t-shirt. If it wasn’t the apocalypse, Angie would guessed Eleshia was going out for a collage party, but sadly, the closest thing they can have to that are…well, nothing.

The gang are about to enter the car when they spot Angie and Eleshia hugging. They are all like “who is this bitch?” ESPECIALLY MALCOM because Malcom and Angie are the ultimate besties. Dalton and Malcom are about to question Eleshia but Angie quickly introduces her to the gang. They are all like “WOAHHHH” because Angie has told them stories about her and Eleshia’s adventures when their phones were dead sob.

Eleshia is like “WOAHAHSHAHSHAUHSUSHSUSS YOU MADE A FUCKING TRIBE!?!?” And Angie says “ye” so Eleshia is very impressed and all the gang is amazed with Eleshia.

So she joins the tribe and now it’s just about them surviving in the apocalypse <33333

Now, for some tiny thingies that can be considered headcannons:

Angie refuses to take off her bandana because it used to be Prillies

Dalton and Malcom are kissamies

Leah has this big ass scar that leads from her neck to her stomach and no one knows how she got it.

Leah has always viewed Angie as a big-sister figure from the moment she met her

The first time Malcom and Dalton kissed was when they were in the middle of an argument because Malcom was tired of Daltons bickering

Simba, Rabbi, and Mufasa talk to eachother sometimes because they all know how to speak the same language: and that usually ends in them all talking shit.

Angie and Malcom are distantly related and come from the same tribe

Leah and Val have such a sweet friendship it’s so cute

Leah bet 20 bucks Malcom and Dalton would get together and Angie bet 20 bucks Dalton and Malcom would stay kissamies. Neither of them ever got their money.

Sometimes when Dalton goes to Alaini, Kennedy, and Marshall’s graves, Angie follows him outside and they grieve together. Eventually, Angie told him about Eleshia so now Dalton is the only one who knows about Angie’s old friend.

Everyone in the gang wears something to cover their face: Angie wears a motorcycle helmet and a bandana, Malcom wears these futuristic ass sunglasses and a bandana, Leah wears a gas mask, Rio wears a clock helmet, Rabbi is a fucking rabbit, Mufasa also wears a bandana, Val wears a cloak, and Dalton wears a purge mask.

Even though Rio has the most stunning face ever (according to Leah) she prefers to wear her clock mask.

Rio is the healer of the gang but Dalton could be of service when needed

They still have phones but whenever they call for help, there’s no one to pick up so eventually they gave up trying. (But they still do stuff on their phones; play games, listen to music, etc.)

Angie likes music by Penelope Scott, Malcom likes music like SunFlower, Rabbi thinks music is a waste of time, Val and Rio like ethereal music or music like “a new side of me” by Blake Roman (they share earbuds) Leah likes the “WolfWalkers” playlist, Dalton likes the type of music you’d find in “TMNT mutant mayhem”, and Eleshia likes music like “Cuff-it” by Beyoncé just for the “Bet ya you’ll go far, bet ya you’ll see stars, bet ya you’ll elevate,” etc. parts.

Also, guess who sketched out a design idea for Angie.

I did. It was me.

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softest-wool-around · 4 months

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TW// Cannibalism, Hybrid hate, Hybrid racism, Violence, Major injuries, Threats, Starvation, Unhealthy copying mechanisms

It was already past New Years, Soleil remembered only because it heard the fireworks outside while she stayed in its cage. She was also fed that day too, mostly because he didn't want to lose all the rest of the food that he had made for himself, but even then it was so little that she was still starving.

It was mostly because he got too drunk and couldn't eat much after drinking a lot.

Now it was the same, she had served him the food he had made it cook just on the spot, an hour before because he had decided that it was the perfect day to get drunk again, as a sort of celebration. She served the plate in front of him on the table, the letter branded on its neck itching the more it kept standing beside him.

"You know? You've been so far, the best slave I've ever gotten my hands on." He hiccuped, blinking slowly as he started to eat messily, not caring of how some chunks of food ended up on the table. "Even though, you're still quite fat even while I've been starving you."

Sol clenched her fist, relaxing after a few seconds as her stomach growled lowly, the sound not picked up by the drunk man. "But we can fix that, after all we have a lot of time." He mumbled with a smirk, his hand moving slowly up and down its leg.

Sol just watched him numbly as she leaned closer towards him, it hand moving to the knife on the table without him noticing. They did have time, but not really a lot.

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It huffed, wipping its mouth from the blood that had stained her lips, even if it didn't change much given how all of her clothes where bloodied along with parts of her hair.

She had gotten fed up with his words, his touch making it want to writhe away with how bold he was being with her. And the hunger was so much too, that it couldn't help but eat one of his arms after it had stabbed him on the shoulder and threw him off of the chair hard enough that he got knocked out the moment his head made contact with the marble floor.

It blinked slowly again, chewing and swallowing the last bits of meat in her mouth before searching for his phone. It was blocked, but using his middle finger to unblock it, she softly got into her tumblr account to text Jay.

It did have some explanations to do, but also needed to make sure that her roommate knew that she's alive.

#bursonaverse #soleil writes #tw cannibalism #tw abuse #tw hybrid racism #tw hybrid hate #tw threats #tw major injury #tw starving #tw unhealthy coping mechanisms

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brick-a-doodle-do · 1 year

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TW for injury, hospitals, major injury, attempted suicide, visions of suicide, mentions of weapons

Staple but from this fic is chicken nuggets

Also gave up on Karl's pronouns halfway through cause i forgot ;-;

- - -

Time’s teachers never understood them. Karl’s legs were the source of its troubles.

But he would ignore spirals troubles.

One day, as time was getting ready to go to class–their gym class, curse his luck–three humans approached the tiny.

Karl ignored its needs for weeks.

“Hey Karl!” Tommy, a fellow tiny, waved, to which Karl waved back. His legs ached. “What are you doing all alone?” He responded, hugging the older.

“Tubbo had to go home, so I was lonely, until I saw you!” The British teen spoke, a smile so wide it practically covered his face. Karl chuckled as he sat down. Gym class was always fun, it was a guessing game. Could time suck up the pain and play, or would spiral only get through the morning exercises before he was forced to the bleachers.

Today was different.

Tommy helped the other stand, and they slowly made their way down the bleachers. The Brit’s hand wrapped itself around their chest, pulling him closer. “Karl, are you okay?” He asked. “‘M fine, keep going.” He responded.

Tommy led the other down, letting him lean against him as he held the other in his spot for role call. “Tommy, get in your spot.” The teacher announced, to which Tommy slowly let go, hoping that the American could stand on its own feet for five minutes.

Karl fell.

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“George!” Tommy shouted, clearly more panicked than normal. George looked down at the tiny, carefully picking him up so he could join the table group. “What’s up?” Dream asked beside him.

“Karl’s been gone all week, I haven’t even gotten any texts from it!” Sapnap chuckled. “Someone’s clingy-” “Oh shut up, I’m just worried about spiral.” Tommy muttered, to which George gently brushed his back.

“He’s just fine, okay?” George whispered. “Here.” The larger Brit carefully handed the smaller a chicken nugget.

Tommy smiled as he ate the chicken nugget.

- - -

Tommy watched as Karl limped into class, walking on two crutches. “Karl! What happened, oh my g**!” He rushed, quickly hugging the other. “Broken legs, apparently it’s not good that I ignored the injury-”

“What the f***, Karl that’s not healthy, how could you even stand that, how long-” “A half a year, I think.” The other tiny returned. “And I didn’t want to be a burden.”

Tommy just glared. “That’s enough, we’re going to have fun, and you are going to stay off your feet.” The younger announced, getting into his bag. “I can’t stay with you but you can play with my Switch.” Tommy smiled, handing it to the other.

He turned on Pokemon, and let the other get distracted.

Throughout the class, the Brit stared up at Karl, just to make sure his injured friend was okay.

- - -

+44(020)-***-****: hello? Is this Karl?

(252)-***-****: ye, whats ur name?

George: George

Karl: oh u must be the 1 tommy talks about

George: yeah he was worried about you

Karl: aww

Karl: hes so clingy

George🥹: he is

George🥹: can i add you to a gc

Karl: ye

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George🥹 added Karl to a chat!

George changed 1 name

George🥹: meet Karl

(936)-***-****: hello

Karl: hi :)

(407)-***-****: hey thats my brand

(936)-***-****: its his now

(936)-***-**** changed 1 name

Karl: no change ig

George🥹: introduce yourself, name, sexuality and pronouns

(936)-***-****: sapnap, poly bi, he/him

Karl changed 1 name

Sappy: karl :)

Karl: :)

(407)-***-****: breaking that up, dream, poly&unlabeled, he/him&they/them

Karl changed 1 name

Stilldre: cant live this down, dhmu

George🥹: george, poly&gay, he/him&it/its

Karl changed 1 name

Gogy: k

Karl: karl, poly pan&ace, trans he/they/it/spiral/time

Sappy: neos are so valid, love you karl

Sappy changed 1 name

Kar: vroom vroom

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“So, Karl, did you like your surprise?” Tommy smiled at the other. “What surprise?” The other playfully shoved the teen.

“I hooked you up with three hot humans, that’s the surprise! You should be thanking me!” The teen laughed. Karl giggled. “Yeah, maybe I should.”

Tommy smiled, and pulled out his switch again. “Here Kar, you’re getting pretty far in the game, hm?” The other smiled. “Keep going at it while I do boring old gym class.”

Karl smiled, and waved Tommy away as the other went through it.

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Kar: im bored

Sappy: arent you in class

Kar: cant do much in gym with my legs :|

Sappy: what

Kar: eh its nothing

Sappy: idk waht are you doing

Kar: playing on tommys swithc its kinda boring compared to the class :/

Sappy: want me to take you to an ice cream shop after school

Stilldre: sap what the f***

Gogy: jealous?

Sappy: simps

Kar: lol

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They left them on read as Tommy came back. “Whoah! Someone caught some good ones, f***ing Gardevoir?” Karl just laughed and looked away. “I could improve them-”

“You have a different save file, I’m going to play it later, come on! They have chicken nuggets for lunch.” Tommy smiled, handing Karl his crutches and helping time down to the floor where they began the slow journey towards the cafeteria.

“So there was this one guy, right? So he approached me during math, was all like ‘oh hey can you help me with my homework?’” Tommy started, lowering his voice to portray a new character. Karl giggled. “So I’m all like ‘wait there was homework?’”

Karl laughed as they eventually made it to their destination. “Tommy!” A voice laced with a British accent spoke out. “It shows his friends more affection than it’s own boyfriends, g**.” Another voice teasingly spoke from behind. Karl gasped as it and Tommy were lifted upwards.

Karl, on instinct, dropped time’s crutches, watching as they were left behind in the middle of the entrance to the lunchroom. S***.

The two were set down on a table top, and were quickly surrounded by three humans. “Ey! George, Sapmap and Dream!” “Oh come on, every time, it’s SapNap.”

Karl laughed into their hands. “Who’s your friend? Is that Karl?” Karl nodded, looking at the three. Tommy was right–for once–they were pretty hot.

“You're pretty cute, hm?” The one who was introduced as Sapnap reached down, carefully picking it up. Karl stood awkwardly on his own two legs, not hiding behind his crutches. They were poked, but time forced spiralself to stand.

“Karl?! Where the f*** are your crutches?!” Tommy shouted.

Karl panicked.

“Wait, crutches…?” Sapnap muttered as he eyed the other. “Oh f*** wait-” The human gently pushed Karl down to rest on the palm of his hand as the four others began the search for the tiny’s crutches.

As Karl looked, he gasped. “They-they’re gone…” Time whispered. Its legs hurt, although the human gently pushed them back down. “It’s okay, we’ll find them.” The larger’s voice rumbled as he was pressed against his massive chest.

Spiral couldn’t even fight it as time’s mind took over and lulled it into a comforting sleep, the most comfortable they’d had in so long.

- - -

Sapnap smiled to himself as he held the now sleeping tiny. The other was so calm, he practically radiated peace. Good for Sapnap, of course, because he had a test the next hour. He tracked down the tinies crutches.

He set Karl in his jacket’s inside pocket, while he let the crutches rest in the outer pocket. At least he could bring Karl to his favourite ice cream shop.

He slowly walked to his class, ignoring the strange glances he gained from his class at the bulge in his jacket.

“Sapnap!” He turned when he heard a voice to his side. “Oh hey Skeppy.” He spoke softly, his hand finding it snuggled nicely overtop the tiny.

“Jeez man, why are you so quiet?” The other asked. “I technically kidnapped someone, they’re asleep right now and I didn’t want to wake them up.” He whispered, holding out his pocket to reveal Karl, snuggled into the cloth.

“Holy s-” “They doesn’t have classes for the rest of the day, the teachers are all gone, and they’ve finished everything already.” Sapnap whispered. “They’s going to be my good luck charm for the tests.” He smiled, watching as the teacher walked in.

It’s safe to assume Sapnap passed his tests with flying colors.

- - -

“You wanted to take Karl here, not us. Where even is it?” Sapnap smiled as Dream asked the question. He gently pulled out the sleeping tiny, carefully prodding time awake. “Good morning, sleeping beauty.” He whispered, letting Karl gather spiralself.

“What-” “you fell asleep, so I brought you along with me. Here” He kissed the tiny before handing him their crutches. “We found these.”

Sapnap gently set the tiny and its crutches down atop a table that the group would sit at moments later. He ordered, slowly approaching the table again, this time placing the ice cream on it.

He and the other two definitely took their turns feeding their ice cream to the tiny, even if Karl was against it at first.

“Are you enjoying the date so far?” Dream asked with a smile, to which Karl laughed. “I guess, yeah, if you count this as one.” The four all shared smiles.

“Karl, we-uh-we wanted to open up our relationship to a fourth, and we wanted that fourth to be you-” “We totally get it if you don’t want to be with us, it’s totally fine-”

“I would love to.” The tiny whispered into time’s hands. Sapnap smiled, gently lifting him up. “Yeah? Well, I guess that means you get giant sized kisses.” The human smiled, gently kissing the smaller.

The three took turns giving Karl kisses. They loved their little one.

- - -

“Karl!” Tommy smiled. “Your brace is off! It’s been months since you could participate, come on!” He smiled softly as he took Tommy’s hand. His friend helped them stand, but Karl’s leg didn’t agree.

It ignored the stinging pain shooting up time’s legs at every movement as Tommy walked down the bleachers with spiral in hand.

He shouldn’t have pain–at least not this bad, they had been freed of its cast and crutches last week.

He left Karl in time’s role call area, and within seconds, he crumpled to the ground. Spiral couldn’t move his legs without the excruciatingly high amounts of pain. No one was helping them, it had hoped they wouldn’t.

Tommy was there. Karl let Tommy move time’s body, wincing audibly when Tommy barely moved spiral’s leg, sending sharp pain throughout his body.

“Karl, Karl, what’s wrong?” The boy panicked, to which Karl realized they had zoned out. “don’t know, hurts…” It whispered, melting into the hug.

“I’ll get someone, okay? The teacher has the nurse on her way. Who do you want to see?” The boy whispered in return. “don’t know, hurts…” Time repeats, tears stinging spiral’s eyes.

Hands grasped his side as they were pulled up, it muffled the screams coming as time’s legs were moved. “It’ll be okay, we’re going to figure out what’s wrong, then the pain will be all over.” A soft, delicate voice whispered into spiral’s ear.

His vision was blurry, but they saw everything.

- - -

Sappy: hey karl want to go on a date with us

Sappy: karl

Sappy: @Kar

Gogy: relax theyre probably busy

Sappy: fine ill ask later

- - -

BigMan: GEORGE

Gogmeister: what

BigMan: KARL HOSPITAL

Gogmeister: what

BigMan: TIMES LEG

Gogmeister: ill get the others and go

Gogmeister: thanks tommy i hope your doing okay

- - -

Gogy: @Sappy @Stilldre

Gogy: karls in the hospital for theyre leg

Sappy: s***

Stilldre: im out of class now ill go now

Sappy: k

Sappy: tell us how they are

- - -

“Hello, I’m here to see a… Karl Jacobs.” Dream spoke to the desk attendant, shockingly calm for the possible gravity of the situation.

“Relation?” They asked, to which Dream thought. “They’re one of my significant others.” He answered softly. The desk attendant looked at them for a moment.

“He’s still in surgery, we don’t know when he’ll get out, but he’s looking to be in there for more than four hours.” Dream hissed. “What’s he in there for?” He asked warily, shifting awkwardly.

“All I have listed here is an amputation above the knee, a myomectomy, and an osteotomy.”

Oh s***.

Oh f***.

This was bad.

“I-Thank you, I’ll go sit in the waiting room.” They smiled, although pathetically as he wandered to a seat to sit down.

Tears flowed down their face as he pulled out their phone and called Sapnap.

- - -

“Excuse me sir, I have something going on with someone close to me,” Sapnap began once he stood at his teacher's desk. “So I-I need to answer some calls and check up on him.” He failed to conceal his tears.

“Hey, that’s alright, it’s a work day anyways. Take a break, and if you need to take a call, please do.” The teacher smiled. “I know how this stuff goes, it’s hard. Lucky for you, all your work is done.”

Sapnap nodded slowly, going back to his seat, where Skeppy awaited him. “What’s up?” The man asked softly. “Karl’s in the hospital, and Dream’s gone to check on him. I haven’t gotten any new information-” His pocket buzzed, and he shot up out of his desk, grabbing his phone.

“Oh f***, I-uh…” He muttered frantically, rushing towards the door. “I have a call.” He watched the teacher nod before he quickly left, answering his friend.

“Dream, f***, how is it?” He asked, leaning against the wall as students began filtering into their classes. “It’s bad, Sap, it’s so bad…” Sapnap could practically hear the tears.

“He’s, they have to amputate something, he’s got a osteotomy, a myomectomy, what the f*** even happened?!” Dream spoke frantically, as tears escaped Sapnap’s eyes. “What-What do we do…?” He asked slowly, letting himself sink to the floor to better ignore the glances he gained from those around him.

“Nothing Sap, they don’t expect him to be out for another four hours…”

Four hours.

“I’ll meet you there Dream, I don’t f***ing care-” “Sap, no, you have class, and you can’t possibly imagine of driving like this-”

“I just said, I. Don’t. F***ing. Care. I’ll get a g**d*** uber. My classes are just work days. I’m going over there.” He shouted in his teary eyed stupor.

He stayed on the phone with Dream as he told his teacher that he had to leave. Thankfully, the teacher was incredibly understanding, checking him out of all his later classes too.

Sapnap then proceeded to walk to the office and check out George.

“What, why am I here, what’s happening?” George asked frantically, practically pouncing on the younger. “Karl’s in surgery for four more hours. We are going to go meet Dream and distract ourselves.” Sapnap spoke. “I’ve already called an uber.”

Sapnap pulled George close, letting the other cry on his shoulder as he led the two towards their uber. He couldn’t ignore the tears gathering in his eyes as he told the driver where they were headed.

Thankfully the driver understood and did their best to distract the two until they arrived, to which Sapnap gave a fairly generous tip once they had arrived.

Upon finding the waiting room, they spotted Dream, who was probably zoned out listening to some hopefully happy songs. He took the opportunity to sneak up and scare the taller.

“What the f*** Sap!” “Wake up, sleepy head, we’re here!” He shouted in return. The other rolled their eyes and promptly wrapped the two in a hug.

“How much longer do you think?” The Brit asked slowly, treading lightly on the already unstable topic. “If we’re lucky, three and a half hours-” “Let’s do something to distract ourselves, even if it’s only for an hour, okay? Beats sitting around in a dreary hospital waiting room, that’s for sure.”

The other two nodded at the Texan’s proposal, deciding to walk outside into the cool air and figure out what to do from there instead of staying another minute in the drowsy room.

The Brit seemed to be the only one who could form a thought out of the three, although Sapnap knew that if its past record was anything to go by, George was even more of a sobbing mess than both Americans combined, even if he didn’t show it.

- - -

George looked up as he watched a man step into the room. As ita eyes met the lab coat, he realized this was going to be serious, so it popped the earbuds out of his ears, letting them dangle from its phone.

As he stood up, it realized the other two were asleep, so he slapped the two with a magazine on the side table.

“Karl Jacobs?” The doctor asked the three. “Yeah, that’s us.” George responded as it pulled Sapnap upward.

“Okay, well, we have a report on his diagnosis. There was a medical inaccuracy, the doctors that previously treated him seemed to only treat him for his broken bones and failed to spot an infection.”

George tried his hardest to keep a straight face, while the other two seemed to fail at such a simple thing, in which Dream was already sobbing and Sapnap had the strangest face–probably a mixture of shock, fear, and sadness.

“And as a result, we’ve had to remove many of his muscles in his right leg, as well as a chunk of bone. His left leg had to be amputated above the knee, the nerve damage caused by the infection. Here are a few packets," The doctor spoke, as gently as he could while still being serious and blunt. George took the pamphlet, which was a guide on how to care for the amputation, as well as a second on how to care for the muscle removal, a third for the bone removal, and a fourth on how to care for a wheelchair, "on how you need to care for him. The nurses have already placed an order for the medication you'll need, it should arrive later today."

George let out a breath he didn't even know he was holding. At this point, it was almost ready to throw the other two out of the room until the doctor finished.

"Dream, Sapnap, get out, I need to hear this, and your crying isn't helping." George was trying so hard to hold onto his emotions as he watched the two sadly walk out.

Crybabies.

“Sorry, please continue.” George informed, steeling his nerves. “Right, we’ll be keeping him in his room for about seven days, the first day to watch his muscles, amputation, and leg, the second day focusing on the amputation and leg. After the third day, we’ll be focusing soully on his amputation.”

George nodded along, it was good to know this, and thankfully the other two were sobbing their hearts out in the halls outside and not in here.

He needed to hear this information, not their crying.

“Is there anything else?” George asked softly, hoping to not overstep any emotional boundaries.

“Right, uh, visiting hours are 6 to 8. If you have any other questions, you can either find them in the pamphlets or you can talk to me. He’s in the recovery room, that surgery was a lot for him.” George nodded. “Can we visit him?”

“Not yet.” George sighed as the doctor left. He finally let his despair take control as he fell into the seat and cried. Crybabies, all four of them.

- - -

“The desk lady asked me what my relationship was with Karl and I straight up told her I was polyam and in a gay relationship with him…” Dream admitted, to which Sapnap broke out into laughter wet with tears.

“Only you would panic and say that, you simp!” The shorter laughed. George just rolled his eyes. “Says you, pulling yourself and me out of our classes just to see Karl.” He whispered.

Neither of them got any sleep, Dream driving to their shared apartment to grab their necessities: clothes–Dream grabbed whatever he found in the three’s separate dressers and mixed them together, none of them would mind if they shared clothes–shoes, their laptops for school and homework, chargers, medicine, basically the stuff that was easiest to grab.

He had also made a stop at the local store to get the stuff he couldn’t grab–toothbrushes, toothpaste, etc–as well as a gift for Karl, a keychain that he cut up to make a stuffed animal.

“Do you think his family’s worried? I mean, unless Tommy’s said something to them.” Sapnap asked softly. George paused. “Let me go ask.” He spoke, pulling out his phone with the intention to call the tiny Brit.

He pressed call, getting up as he held the phone to his ear.

Ring.

Rin-

“Ey, gogmeister, what’s up?” George only rolled his eyes as the energetic teen answered. “Karl’s been out of surgery for a few hours, just wanted to check if his family knows.”

There was silence on the other end, silence that was abnormal for the energetic teen. “George, I-i’m sorry I didn’t tell you before, but Karl was abandoned. We found him quite literally on the side of the road.”

Oh.

That explained a lot.

“So…” George tried to salvage any sort of conversation they could’ve had. “Visiting hours start tomorrow at 6. Karl’s had-” “Wait, I need to put this on speaker. Okay, you’re good, EVERYONE SHUT UP!”

George sighed, rolling his eyes. “Okay, visiting hours start tomorrow at 6. Keep in mind that Karl may not be fully conscious for a few hours. The anesthesia has probably done a lot.”

He took a breath to calm himself.

“He’s had some of his bone and muscles removed, and had to have a leg amputated. All of this from a medical inaccuracy.” He finally finished, frowning. This had been so much, almost too much for such a short time frame they’ve had for all of this.

“Wow…” Tommy gasped from the other end. “Oh s***, that’s a lot…Techno, you are not making him potatoes.” “Oh f*** you.”

George smiled at the family banter between Tommy’s family. It was a nice refresher from the dreary few hours it had been. “Yeah. Dream, Sap, and I have been here for a while, we’ll update you guys on anything new.” George informed.

“If you get to see Karl tonight, tell him good night for me?” The teen on the other end of the phone asked. He smiled. “Of course Tommy.”

He hung up the phone with one last goodbye before he promptly sat down, his head buried in his hands as he began to let his emotions loose, crying alone in the empty room.

Why had this all happened?

“George!” He looked up, spotting a figure in front of him. Beautiful gray eyes, covered delicately with fluffy brown hair and accented with miniature freckles dancing across a wonderfully round face.

A face that could only be formed in his dreams.

“Come on!” George took the figure’s hand, marveling at how shockingly soft the skin was against his own. He was lifted up and dragged through the landscape, which appeared to be a flower field.

He watched as the new figure pranced about the field, picking an assortment of blue and purple flowers with each graceful movement.

There was something different, something almost familiar about how the figure moved, and how each hair danced up and down with each practiced step.

“Come help me make flower crowns for everyone!” The figure cheered as they sat down carefully among the flowers. George was slower, sitting carefully next to them as they began to make a flower crown out of stunning green leaves and white daffodils.

“Why are you so stressed? Just relax and take a breath, silly.” The other smiled, clearly trying to melt his worries away like they were slime.

Clearly it worked.

“Someone–sorry, a friend of mine–is going through so much right now, but I feel pathetic. I can’t do anything to help him.” The other only smiled before looking up from their mess of flowers. “If your friend is about half as strong as you are, I’m sure he’ll be just fine.”

George smiled as he picked up a few purple flowers, beginning to weave them, copying the movements of the more experienced of the two.

“Yeah, but it still worries me. He’s already so tiny, I’m scared that I won’t be able to help him. What if I hurt him more?” He rambled, twisting a few flowers to slide them in with the rest and tie them in place.

“You worry too much. You and the others won’t hurt him, I know that. You three will help him out, and he will be so incredibly grateful.”

He smiled, before the realization dawned on him.

“How do you know my name? And how do you know about Dream and Sapnap?” The figure never took their eyes off the flower crown, continuing to weave. “Your time is up here George, but I’ll tell you one thing. I’ll be fine.”

The smile. It caught him by surprise when it finally clicked.

Karl.

And just like that, George awoke with a start, feeling Sapnap against his side as Dream pulled the two closer in his sleep. His eyes spotted something resting in front of them.

A flower crown made from faux lavender and lilac.

Karl was going to be okay, of that he was sure.

- - -

Dream was the first one allowed to enter, to which he got to adore the miniature form of his love. Karl hadn’t woken up yet, but the larger didn’t care.

He wanted a moment to take in the other’s beauty before Karl would inevitably shove him off.

“Oh good, hey, we needed to do something for him, but as you can see…he’s a bit too small for the bed. Do you mind getting under him to lift him up for us?” One of the nurses asked, turning their attention to him.

Dream nodded, slowly pulling himself into the bed, and carefully–with assistance from the nurses–laid Karl atop his chest, where he watched cautiously as Karl was moved along with his breathing. Luckily, this movement didn’t seem to mess anything up.

The nurses began their work, bringing in tiny nurses to properly care for the tiny form resting on him. Once they finished, Dream rested a hand over Karl as a makeshift blanket to warm him up.

George and Sapnap joined him in the room a moment later, bringing in tinies with them.

“Hey Dream, we brought the Watsons-what-” Sapnap started before it clicked in his mind.

Great, they were going to have too much fun with this.

“Okay, look, the nurses couldn’t have him drowning in the sheets, so they had me stay with him. Now hand over my laptop, I have to check my schoolwork.” Dream sighed, holding out his hand. George–ever the responsible one–gave him his laptop as Sapnap laughed at the site.

George was careful in handling the tiny family, taking them from Sapnap and setting them on the table connected to the hospital bed. Dream eyed them.

The oldest one looked like Tommy, having blond hair and blue eyes. He could see where his genes came from. Although the other two had little resemblance, the only similarities being the brunette’s blue eyes.

Who has naturally pink hair?

Apparently this guy.

“Hey, I’m Phil, this is Wilbur and Techno. We’re the Watsons. Tommy’s family, and by extension, Karl’s.” Dream nodded, smiling. “Hey, I’m Dream.” He knew George was probably facepalming at this point, annoyed at just how awkward he was socially.

And only then, as he zoned out, he felt the weight of Karl against him. He barely moved his fingers, brushing the area where the leg was missing. This was terrible, how would Karl react?

The three joined separate Zoom meetings with their teacher as they taught, not wanting to miss their assignments. No one really dared to talk, although Techno–the one with the pink hair–became bold and scaled Dream’s chest to lay next to Karl. The Watsons had to be going through everything right now, it must hurt.

Everything in Dream’s mind was racing as he thought about being in this position. He really didn’t want to imagine his little sister in this position. He was amazed at how composed the family was.

“So, is Tommy coming?” George dared to ask. “No, he’s staying home with Kristin. He needs to focus on his schoolwork.” Dream nodded.

Karl was strong.

“Tommy told us that Karl had been hiding an injury for half a year. I’ll be shocked if he can even walk after this.” Wilbur–the one with the brown hair–spoke next. “A half a year? How could he handle that?” Sapnap asked, adjusting himself in his seat.

“We don’t even know. The school had no clue about it either, we looked at the tapes, he was great at hiding it.”

Karl was an incredible actor.

- - -

Dream shuffled awake, looking around. Everyone else had left, seeing as it was past visiting hours. But he remained, being asked to keep the other from drowning in the sheets.

He assumed he would see a nurse or someone, coming in to do their nightly check-ins, but he instead felt movement, so small, so close, so soft. His attention turned to Karl, watching as the other slightly moved his head. The other’s eyes opened slowly.

Karl let out a questioning hum before Dream rested a hand atop him. That sparked a yelp. “Sorry Karl.” He whispered, brushing his hair. “Did you sleep well?” “where-what happened…?”

He frowned. “You collapsed in class, it turned out you had a serious infection that had been killing your legs from the inside out.” He spoke, trying to stay calm for the other so he wouldn’t panic. “I-oh.”

“Next time something happens, you need to tell someone. Please Karl.”

Dream felt Karl nod. “Do you want to tell me what happened?” The tiny paused. “Yeah…”

Dream waited for the other to respond. “There were these kids–humans–who were mad for some reason, and saw me as I was going to my gym class. They grabbed me and squeezed my legs, but ran when they realized that doing that had broken my legs.”

He knew Karl was trembling, so he carefully reached over and grabbed the keychain plushie and let Karl rest against it. “I didn’t want to be a burden, so I just ignored it. The pain just became worse and worse until I just collapsed.”

“If I could, I would hug you, but you’re hooked into so many different IVs that I would probably break all of them. If you get a major injury, that doesn’t make you a burden. You need to take care of yourself too.”

Dream felt as the other’s heartbeat slowed, the other was asleep again, at least that was an improvement. He felt himself drift off into dreamless sleep as well.

He opened his eyes to laughter, startling him from his sleep. A forest, which had not–which could not have–been in the hospital room awaited his eyes.

And yet in front of him, while not too far but far enough, stood a figure. Their face was blurry but they wore a lavender colored sweater that blew with the wind. Dream stood slowly, eyeing them as he slowly approached.

The figure smiled through the blur, holding out their hands towards him, almost begging for a hug.

Who was he to refuse?

As he approached, the sky turned dark, overtaking the two in its suddenness. He tried to reach forward, to make it to the figure who stood, slowly being dragged away.

“Wait!” Dream called out, reaching out for them.

“Not okay, help me.” The figure whispered before his eyes shot open.

His breathing was heavy, his chest hurt. It was a dream, oh thank f***, it was a dream. He wanted to cry, before he somehow managed to collect himself.

Karl was thankfully still asleep as a nurse stepped inside. What was happening to him?

- - -

It was a long ride from the hospital, Sapnap found out the hard way, as the four of them slowly drove home. George was carefully holding Karl in his hands.

None of them look like they got good sleep, but Sapnap probably looked the same.

“What do we do now?” Sapnap whispered to Dream–the driver–softly, so only he could hear.

“We need to focus on ourselves and Karl. It may or may not be harder for us, because he’s smaller, but we should be okay for a bit.” He nodded, turning on his phone, and letting it connect to the bluetooth.

“Sap, no, you know we banned you from the AUX-” George cut himself off as ‘Careless Whispers’ played through the speakers. “Sapnap, I will strangle you-” “I will kick you out of this car and let you walk home, so help me!”

Sapnap just cackled, smiling as Karl seemed to enjoy this too.

He let his eyes flutter closed for only a moment before he opened them again. Had he fallen asleep long enough for Dream to get them to their apartment?

He wandered through the house, it was strangely dark and misty, giving him that horror feel as he walked through. Something wasn’t right.

At the end of a hall, Sapnap spotted a shadow moving under the door. Worried about a possible intruder, he crept forward, reaching out to open the door. It didn’t swing open when he pushed it, so he slammed it hard with his shoulder.

A rope.

“Help me.”

Sapnap nearly threw himself out of his seat, screaming. The other three panicked as well, Dream slamming the brakes and quickly turning off the road.

“G**, Sap, WHAT THE F***?!” The driver shouted. “Rope, body, f***, f***-” He couldn’t breathe, it felt almost like there was a rope tied around his neck.

George reached from behind, gently rubbing his shoulder. “It was just a dream, okay? It’s not going to affect your life-” “Dream, Dream, they f***ing died, they were hanging-” Dream shoved a hand onto his mouth.

“It’ll be okay, it wasn’t real.” He tried to reason. Sapnap turned his attention to his phone as it buzzed, pulling it out of his pocket and looking at the notification.

‘I had a dream about karl’ the text from George read. ‘simp’ he responded quickly. ‘weve all had strange dreams’ Dream replied to the two.

George tucked Karl into a cupholder in-between the three. “So, Dream, what did you dream?” Sapnap snickered, how funny. “There was someone in a forest, I went to hug them, but then everything was dark and I heard ‘not okay, help me’. Then I was awake.”

“I dreamt I was making flower crowns with Karl, he told me he was fine.” “Shockingly tame, I dreamt about someone hanging themself in our apartment.”

“Weird.” Dream muttered as Sapnap felt the car begin to move again.

The car ride was silent as they continued home.

- - -

George helped Karl in the morning, carefully washing him down and letting the other sit in silence. “I’ve got you a smoothie.” He smiled, holding out a bottle cap filled with the strawberry liquid.

Karl slowly drank, getting his food all over himself and the area surrounding him. “How are you feeling?” He asked, receiving a shrug in response. He sighed.

He began to clean up his friend. It had been so long since they heard him talk, they believed the last time was when Dream spoke to him in the hospital about two months ago.

“I have to go in a bit, have to pick up the mail. I’ll be back, do you want to stay in the kitchen or….” Karl nodded, staying still. George didn’t expect him to move, at least not without his wheelchair.

He waved as he left the apartment.

- - -

It was eerily silent as George entered. He couldn’t shake the feeling that something was so terribly wrong.

The choking sounds from the room at the end of the hall were enough for George to sprint into the room.

And there, only there, did everyone’s dreams make sense, as he stared at the limp body of Karl, hanging from a pin stuck into a piece of thread.

He understandably screamed.

Pocket knife in hand, he cut the rope, catching the tiny form as he ran back out the door to his car. This was bad, this was terrible.

He knew he was speeding, probably a good 20 over. But Karl’s life was on the line. He promptly ignored the calls he was getting from his boyfriends.

- - -

Even though Karl was fine physically, that didn’t mean that it didn’t leave the two with lasting scars. George could barely hold his pocket knife without having a panic attack, while Karl had a permanent bruise where the rope had been tightened around his neck. Neither could even glance at rope or thread.

Both Dream and Sapnap were powerless.

Even as the two finished making wheelchair accessible pathways, George refused to leave Karl alone.

There were a lot of things to work on now, things both healthy and unhealthy. But they needed to work it out together. From that point, Dream and Sapnap promised each other that they would help the others, and take it all one step at a time.

“Hey Karl?” Sapnap asked with a smile as he stepped into the room, placing a kiss on the tinies forehead. He carefully set a plate down in front of him, watching as the other stared at it.

“It’s dino nuggets, a friend wanted you to try some.” He smiled, watching as the other carefully took one and bit into it.

“I see why Tommy likes these.” The other spoke, for the first time in a long while. “Yeah, they’re pretty entertaining, hm?”

—–—

(brick here) AGTHHHHGHGHHGHGHHGHHHGHGHGH SQUISHY THIS IS SO ANGSTY. I LOVE IT. DUDE. THIS IS AMAZING!!!!! ANGST FOR THE ANGST GOD??????

love the chatfic aspect and just karl being afraid of being a burden is so hghghhghghhgh i can't describe it. this is cutting it close with paperclips,, i think you will win our angst battle :')

#brickmission #squishfic #mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #dsmp g/t #dsmp gt #tiny!karl #giant!dream #giant!george #giant!sapnap #tw attempted suicide #tw major injury

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[ miles heizer, male, he/him] - was that austin fox i saw arriving into beacon hills today? i hear that they are 19 years old and are a witch. they are known to remind others of dyed hair - something new every few months & tired eyes sparkling in the sunshine. i do wonder what adventures are in store for them? [spirit, 22, est, she/they, n/a]

𝐈 . . . 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 !

name . . . . austin james fox nicknames . . . . aus, aussie (by his siblings) age . . . . nineteen sexuality . . . . pansexual date of birth . . . . september 4th 1999 place of birth . . . blue ridge, georgia species . . . witch

gender . . . . male pronouns . . . . he/him current location . . . . beacon hills languages . . . . english and some scraps of high school spanish

𝐈𝐈 . . . 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 !

zodiac . . . .virgo bad habits . . . .being stubborn, bottling up his emotions, workaholic hobbies . . . .art, baking & cooking, camping, exploring, reading, video games fears . . .his newfound abilities, losing those he loves, the unknown (mainly of the supernatural variety) other mentionable details . . . .achievement unlocked! austin has recently discovered he is a witch!

𝐈𝐈𝐈 . . . 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 !

faceclaim . . . .miles heizer height . . . .5'10 hair colour . . . .brown, but regularly bleached blond and dyed different colors (currently split dyed black and orange for halloween) eye colour . . . .blue scars . . . .numerous small ones from past adventures, longer ones on right arm and left leg from creature encounter

𝐈𝐕 . . . 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 !

parents names . . .wyatt fox and london fox (neé kennedy) parents relationship . . . .caring and loving. they are devoted to each other as well as their children, as evidenced by how close the family is siblings names . . . .alexandria (eldest sister), dakota (older sister), dallas (younger brother) pets . . . .ferret named bolin income . . . .a combination of saved up money from odd jobs, inheritance from his grandfather, art commissions and catering services, currently embarking on a steady job hunt residence . . . .currently searching for a permanent residence

𝐕 . . . 𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘 !

Trigger Warnings: Death and near death experiences, major injury

Born in Blue Ridge, Georgia to London and Wyatt Fox, Austin enjoyed a normal life for the most part. He did well in school, helped out around the house with chores, and could usually be found goofing off with his siblings or friends whenever they were free. Unbeknownst to Austin and his siblings, they were technically far from normal. The four of them were members of the latest generation of witches in the Fox family. Magic poured down both family trees, an incredible inheritance that unfortunately painted a rather large target on their backs where hunters were concerned.

(A target that motivated London and Wyatt to keep quiet about their heritage. Only for the time being, they promised themselves and each other. Just until we are safe and the kids are old enough.)

When Austin was eight years old, his grandfather James Fox passed away. The family traveled to Mystic Falls - his parents' hometown - for the funeral and after some discussion, decided to move in order to support Grandma Susan Fox as well as assist her in running the family farm on the outskirts of town.

One small town was traded for another and they moved into the Fox farmhouse. While he was overjoyed to be reunited with his grandma and to have a new wealth of places to explore, the fish out of water feeling was overwhelming at first. The Fox siblings were the new kids, in mostly unfamiliar territory outside of school and the farm.

So, Austin picked up an old habit. Exploration. He'd loved roaming around suburbia and the small town he hailed from, eyes full of wonder. The experiences were practically magical. While the feelings of loneliness remained, he could easily lose himself in learning more about Mystic Falls as well as the surrounding areas.

And then, he met Lucas Thornhill. The two of them swiftly struck up a friendship and stuck to each other like glue. Adventures became a Lucas and Austin thing, treated as something precious like family birthday traditions. Their summers were spent hiking and camping, sharing dreams of getting out of Mystic Falls with each other and the stars.

(As time went on, Austin felt something shift. He still deeply treasured the friendship they had built, the bonds between them strengthened as time went on. But he also couldn't bring himself to deny the presence of something deeper. His gaze would linger just a little longer and he constantly felt like he was on a rollercoaster with how often his heart or his stomach swooped as if they were birds in flight. These feelings and other similar experiences like what his grandma Susie described in her stories about her relationship with his grandpa. He was falling in love with Lucas. Half of Austin was terrified, scared of putting such a special bond in jeopardy. As for the other half? Lost in daydreams of an incredible relationship, a natural extension and progression of how thing were now.)

Then came the night of the attack. It had started like countless others before with the two of them venturing into the woods side by side. As swift as lightning, the creature struck. While Austin did the best he could to fight back, whatever it was focused the brunt of their attack on him. Miraculously, Lucas managed to kill the creature and help arrived.

As the story goes, Austin didn't survive the attack. But the truth is that he woke up to find his grandma Susie at his bedside in the hospital. She was whispering healing spells under her breath and anger practically radiated off of her. She reassured him that 'everything had been taken care of', that he 'didn't need to worry about being led into danger anymore.'

That night, Austin learned about the lie that left his grandmother's lips. She had long been the most vocal critic of the adventures he embarked on albeit for understandable and valid reasons. Danger lurked around so many corners, but as pure as her intentions were - it did nothing to stop the wave of magic that rushed out of her grandson as his emotions took hold. Water poured out of the faucet in the nearby bathroom and a blast of telekinesis scattered the napkins as well as papers outlining his treatment plan. The pillows behind Austin spontaneously exploded in a cloud of cloth and feathers, as if giving a final confirmation of what he was. A witch.

That same night, Susan Fox told Austin and his younger brother Dallas about their magical heritage. Apparently, their older sisters Alexandria and Dakota had been told before they left for college a few years ago. Then came the next reveal of the night - the presence of the supernatural. Not just in Mystic Falls, but in the wider world around them.

Presently, Austin is still reeling from all of this. His parents gifted him a couple of heirloom grimoires in the event he changes his mind about avoiding magic. As it stands, his current stance remains unchanged. Despite the reassurance that the damage from his first blast back during his hospital stay was minuscule, Austin still views these newfound abilities as dangerous and best locked away.

Besides, he has more important things on his mind right now. Namely finding Lucas to tell him the truth...

#beaconhillshqintro #tw death #tw near death #tw major injury

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