Fanfiction Sideblog :p

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intro post 6/16/26 (happy pride month)

This is exactly what it looks like.

sideblog to dump my fanfics :)

(here’s my main blog @feelinsupersonic99)

I MAY take requests depending on how motivated I am but they may not be common :(

ALSO, if you DO make a request be specific please :)

I’m multifandom and a multishipper, some of my favourite ships are:

blime (blue x lime - among us tv show)

dunhar (duncan x harold - total drama island)

aletyler (Tyler x Alejandro - total drama island)

skaterlight (Lampert x KASPER - regretevator, I make Kasper very specific because I don’t really like Lampert x infected)

wallmark (wallter x mark- regretevator)

again, I’m a multishipper so there’s a bigger list, this is just what I enjoy at the moment and what I’ll mostly be writing about

I will NOT write:

P3dophillia

r4pe

smut (I’m a minor and not really comfortable with it)

Inc3st

duncan x Gwen or duncan x courtney (not because I don’t like hetero ships, I do. I just don’t like courtney or gwen)

infected x lampert

n3crophilla ESPECIALLY no n3crophilla I’m extremely uncomfortable with it

I WILL write:

Angst

hurt no comfort

hurt with comfort

fluff (I’ll try my best)

sickfics 🤤

x reader (as long as I know the character/fandom, I’ll try my best)

ADNI (as long as you’re not creepy though you can interact) , also basic DNI criteria, p3dophiles

also if you’re sensitive about certain ships, I don’t really care. If I write about something that makes you uncomfortable then don’t interact. (This is mainly about dunhar because I always get flamed for shipping them, I DONT CARE!)

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Just A Dream… (Nothing More)

Blime Fanfic

This is an au of @k1dneyst3aler’s hc! They sent me on my lime ask blog I wrote a fanfic on it already and it’s linked here, please check it out! ^^

CW: Spoilers for the Among Us Tv Show (2026), and poorly written gore but still gore, and death

Blue had been in med bay, inspecting samples, when outside they heard the collective thumping of people running. They looked outside of med bay and saw Putple, Brown, Yellow and Cyan all running. 

“LIMEINTHEREACTORROOMWITHAWEAPON” Purple said quickly as they ran past med bay.

Lime? 

“Wait up!” Blue said as they joined the rest of the crewmates headed to reactor. 

Lime? Out of everyone, Lime killed White?

It didn’t make any sense to Blue, Lime never seemed like the type. Then again maybe they snapped. Blue knew Lime wasn’t doing the best mentally, maybe something happened to fully break them.

The crew was headed to reactor just to have the doors shut in their face, Lime was standing there, holding some sort of gun type weapon up to Orange.

“Orange, look out!!” Purple tried  to warn them.

Suddenly, Orange’s skin started tearing apart as fleshy tentacles come out of them. They grow huge, their shadow looming over Lime. Lime tried to defend themself with their gun, but gets a tentacle right to the visor. Blood squirted out of the visor as Lime dropped their weapon to make an effort to pull out the tentacle, but it came back and stabbed them again, lifting their body off the ground. Blood dripped from their body and suddenly more tentacles stabbed almost every part of them. Lime’s body exploded and their flesh rained down onto the floor of the reactor room, their one bone falling and making a single clank.

“LIME!!” Blue shouted, trying to get the door open. 

They had just watched Lime’s body explode in front of them.

Blue awoke with a jolt, catching their breath. They looked outside around and found themselves sleeping on one of the beds in medbay, the machines beep and whir around them, creating an ambiance that helped them fall asleep. 

They can feel themself sweating and sit up on the edge of the bed.

It was just a nightmare.

Nothing more.

They catch their breath and put their face in their hands. What a horrible nightmare. 

Just a nightmare.

They couldn’t help but worry though, it had seemed so real. 

“Lime..?” They croaked, voice still sleepy as they were also still drowsy. 

They got up out of bed and walked over to the vent by med bay, “…Lime?” They called into the vent.

Lime had been sleeping in the vents by electrical that night, they’d rather sleep by the reactor. The peaceful hum of it helped them fall asleep after all, but with the possibility of someone having murdered White, Lime wasn’t taking any chances. 

They heard several calls of their name that eventually woke them up. They couldn’t see a thing, and despite being drowsy, their paranoia still hit. 

It was an alien! An alien was using Blue’s voice to try to lure them in!!

“Well if you want me dead-“ they muttered as they grabbed a cup of holy water and a wrench, “you can come and get it.” 

They navigated their way through the dark vents, following “Blue’s” voice. They eventually found the vent to med bay and jumped out, pointing a wrench towards Blue, who was sitting right by the vent and had jumped back in shock.

Lime prepared themselves to fight, only to be met with Blue hugging them quickly.

“LIME! Thank goodness you’re okay!” 

Lime could feel Blue trembling as they hugged them, confused and flustered, Lime pushed Blue off of them, “what the hell are you talking about!?”

Blue’s glassy gaze met Lime’s, “I…I had…” They shook their head and turned away, sitting back down on the cold med bay floor,  “Never mind. Im sorry, Lime. That was very unprofessional of me..” they muttered.

Lime let out a breath of relief, and sat down next to Blue, “I thought there was an alien trying to kill me..you’re not an alien, right?” 

Blue looked back at Lime, letting out a small chuckle before shaking their head, “no..I…I had this dream though…a bad one…I know it was just a dream, but…it felt so real..” Their voice cracked at the end of their sentence, they took a deep breath and continued, “I’m sorry. It was just a dream, I’m overreacting” 

The two sat in silence for a bit before Lime spoke up, “do you…wanna talk about it?” 

Blue sighed, “you..you got killed…b-by an alien…” 

“Ah that won’t happen in real life, big dawg. I’m always prepared” Lime casually reassured Blue. The two sat together in more silence.

“C-Can you stay in here tonight?” Blue asks, nervous “Y-you don’t have to..sleep in the same bed as me but..it’d be nice to have someone around…”

“Oh, sure” Lime says, “why do ya think I was sleeping in the vents instead of the reactor room? With White dead we’ve gotta be careful. I won’t sleep where anyone can get me and if an alien were to come in and kill one of us, the other could wake up and fight it.”

Blue nods, carefully taking a hold of Lime’s hand, “let’s hope that doesn’t happen..”

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I Wait For You

ANOTHER iots dunhar fic! Can yall believe it!?

this one was requested by my sister. The first half is mostly Chris-centric but dw it gets dunhar ok ok.

CW: profanity, mild gore, topics of murder, angst, hurt/no comfort

It’s not like exploring the old island was easy. What was once Chris’ property was now a crime scene. It didn’t help he found bodies of teenagers at almost every turn. 

Still, for some reason he had to be there with the police.

He wished it was all a bad dream. He wished he’d wake up in him and Chef’s cabin and get the cameras ready to have the kids do another challenge. But that wasn’t going to happen. Ever again. 

As much as they hated him, for good reason too, they were still his kiddos. Sure, he had “exposed” and “embarrassed” them, but it was for TV. And seeing teenagers, with their entire lives ahead of them, slaughtered and killed in the most gruesome and horrible ways, that was different. Each of the contestants all had something different about them, something special. But now it had gone to waste. 

He shouldn’t have left those kids alone. 

“Would I rather them than me?” Was the question he’d ask himself. He was the running tv star. They were just getting on tv. 

He shook the thought away, snapping himself back into reality. Every step he took seemed louder than the rest, and it being nightfall didn’t help with his fear at all. he knew there were others on the island, but he also knew there was a killer lurking. 

He turned around, no one was walking by themselves. They were all assigned partners, Chris’ being Duncan. 

Though Duncan was nowhere to be found. Chris held up his flashlight, looking around. The woods looked as if they could swallow him whole in their seemingly endless abyss. “Duncan!” He called, nothing.

Damn.

He backed up, swallowing hard. He had seen so many bodies, Duncan probably ran away after seeing Courtney’s. He backed into a door, which fell beneath him. He hit his head on the floor, hard. 

He sat up, coughing, and hit his flashlight with his hand, which was flickering in response. 

He knew where he was, the shed. He stood up, it smelled like shit. 

Something was decaying.

He turned around. Nothing could’ve prepared him for what he saw, though he’d seen some pretty horrible stuff so far. 

Chris looked down and saw legs sticking out from under a tv stand, he followed up the stand and looked at the tv, which held Harold’s head.

He stepped back in fear, stomach lurching. This was sick. The worst part was, too, that the head and the body were still attached. 

Harold’s eyes were glassy, and his glasses were no where to be found. A cut sliced across his forehead, dried blood sticking onto it. 

“D-Duncan!” Chris called, hoping maybe Duncan had come back. but still, there was no response. 

Chris stood there, not knowing what to do. He should probably alert someone. He pulled out his walkie talkie, which wasn’t working. 

“Oh no no no no no no…” Chris hit the thing in his hand, trying to get it to work. “Come on!!” 

Tv static caused him to look up. The tv, which was once showing Harold’s rotting face, was now showing a show Chris was on, an old show. 

The announcer said his name, memories flooding back. This was before Total Drama Island. Before it all went wrong.

The channel switched suddenly, to some sort of romance movie. Someone was yelling, “Why did you leave me!?” The character on the tv said. 

Chris stood frozen, his blood running cold with fear.

The tv said his name again, and then he realized, Harold was talking to him. 

“Why did you leave-“

The channel switched 

“-US!?” 

Chris was trembling in fear, “I-“

“CHRIS!” 

He turned around, and the TV shut off quickly.

Duncan was standing in the entranceway to the shed, along with two policemen. 

“Duncan! T-The TV!” He pointed to it, only to see that there were no channels on, just Harold’s head.

Duncan stepped forward past Chris, looking down at the TV, “damn.” 

Chris turned to the cops. “I-It talked to me!!” 

They both looked at each other and rolled their eyes at him.

“N-No! Come on!” Chris turned back to the TV, “HAROLD! HAROLD COME ON!!” 

Duncan turned towards him, “Harold isn’t gonna say SHIT because Harold is dead! He’s right there, Chris.”

“No he was…”

The two policemen cut him off, “let’s clean up this body, come on.” 

While the police and Chris went to get supplies, Duncan had stayed behind. Looking down at Harold’s body. 

He didn’t know what to do with himself. He knew Harold was dead. He had seen it the first time. It just looked…older now. The blood wasn’t running down Harold’s head. It just stuck, like a stain on dirty laundry. 

Duncan sighed, his stomach lurched. There was no bringing him back. He turned around, but then heard…Chris say his name.

But Chris was with the cops.

He turned back to Harold’s body, the TV stuck on his head was playing an episode of Total Drama Island, Chris was just saying Duncan’s name on a loop.

Damn it. Chris was right.

“Harold?” Duncan whispered quietly

“I’m-“ the tv switched channels “-okay” 

“No you’re not.” Duncan spat, “No one is. What makes you think this is okay? What makes you think you’re okay?”

He was met with static, but then switched to a channel, “could’ve-“

The channel switched

“-been-“

It switched again 

“-worse” 

“Are you serious!?” Duncan cried.

He was met with a laughing track from the TV

“Fuck you, damnit.” Duncan said, “this isn’t funny”

Static, then more channel changing.

“Is-“

“-to me” 

Duncan turned away, “whatever, man” he mumbled

He was met with more static, he didn’t think Harold would be saying anymore. Until…

“Go!” 

He turned around, “…huh?” 

“Go!-“

“-Live!-“

“-I’m dead-“

“-there’s nothing left-“

“-you can-“

“-do-“

“-about that”

Duncan choked back a sob, as Harold kept “speaking”

“I just-“

“-wish-“

“-you would’ve-“

“-treated-“

“- me-“

“-better” 

“Im so-“ Duncan started, but was cut off

“I love you” 

Duncan’s jaw dropped, his heart racing. All that time he had wished Harold would say those three words to him. It finally happened. He stepped forward with hope but the TV shut off quickly, shutting down any single feeling of excitement left in his body.

He wasn’t going to entertain any cops with stories, and he wasn’t going to tell Chris that Harold had spoken to him as well. He didn’t want to talk to Chris or anyone.

Years had passed since the mass murders on the island. Duncan grew up, found a job. He lived in an apartment alone. He came home from work and stopped at the front door, the air was moist and humid that night, under his doorstep he found more letters from lawyers, they were already soaked so he ripped them apart just like the rest. He opened the door and walked into his dark apartment. He made sure to lock the door behind him, he did every night.

He found the remote and switched on the tv, he did every night.

There was no specific channel he liked to watch, the one that had played Total Drama Island had been cut a while back, and he never payed attention to the tv when it was on anyway. 

He turned it on every night hoping Harold would find him somehow. Maybe his ghost could possess another TV.

He knew how stupid he sounded, and still every night he made himself a microwave dinner and sat on the couch until he fell asleep.

Harold hadn’t contacted him yet, but Duncan stilled kept the TV on every night, waiting for a sign.

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dude this layout is so fucking fire???????

Thank you bro

Here’s the image on my banner, I’m planning on changing it though

I might change it to this idk yet

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Nightmares

Blime fanfic

based off of a headcanon/au(?) by @k1dneyst3aler (their headcanon inspired this fic and is really cool and also they’ve been a big tribute by interacting with my ask blog!! :) )

also sorry if this feels rushed, I’ll probably come back and edit this later I just really really wanted to write it rn yk?

CW: religious themes, mild gore, profanity, death and spoilers for the Among Us tv show (2026)

Lime crawled out of the vent smoothly, facing the dark room in which they were now in, Med bay.

The place stank like hell, “Jesus, Blue..” the looked over to see Blue standing in front of the scanning machine, which reminded Lime that after this bullshit Blue still needed to shred their scan. They shrugged, Blue’s body still standing straight and still even after they had said their name. They walked over to Blue and grabbed their shoulder lightly, turning them around to face Lime. 

Except there was no face.

All that remained from Blue’s once remarkably attractive features was now replaced by torn up flesh of blood and bone.

Lime yelped and let go, Blue’s lifeless body falling to the ground. 

They stepped back, looking down at the body. Their heart raced as they started to pray, their hands trembling as they clasped them together, “Lord protect the spirit of Blue, as they pass on, please, I beg of you. And protect this damned hell we’ve been sent into-“

Lime sat up in a cold sweat, hitting their head on the vent above them. They breathed deeply, it was just a dream.

They couldn’t help but stay worried, though. They knew there was something on this ship, those fuckin aliens. It was only a matter of time before they got to Blue. 

The anxiety from the dream lingered, impacting their actions. Lime prayed quickly then decided to take the route through the vents to Med bay, just to check on them.

Blue was doing paperwork in Med bay, it was late, about 1:00 am. But they had to finish this stuff up while everyone was asleep, just in case there was any medical emergency of sorts in the morning. 

Blue yawned, half asleep, almost finished with the papers when they heard some noises coming from the vents.

They knew it was Lime, it was their voice after all, muttering and breathing very concerningly. 

Blue put their pen down and walked over to the vent, looking down. They couldn’t see much because how dark it was, “Lime, is that you?”

“….yeah” a voice responded after a bit of silence.

“What are you here for, Lime, it’s pretty late, is something wrong?” Blue asked, concerned. 

Suddenly, Lime popped out of the vent, “I’LL TELL YA WHATS WRONG, THERES ALEINS, BLUE, ALIENS! THEYRE AFTER YOU NEXT I KNOW IT!” They grabbed Blue, looking into their visor, “YOU CANT LEAVE BLUE, WHOS GONNA SHRED MY SCANS, HUH? WHOS GONNA-“ their continued panicked rambling was suddenly stopped by Blue, who grabbed Lime abruptly, “Lime, we already shredded your scans.” they said gently, trying to calm them down, “we don’t know what’s on the ship right now Lime. White could’ve just died of an accident. Take some deep breaths, okay? You’re stressing yourself out and it’s not healthy for you.” 

Lime continued, trembling, “you don’t understand doc, YOURE NEXT!” 

“Lime, what makes you think I’m going to die?” Blue asked, their voice staying soft to try and help calm Lime down.

“I- I saw it!” 

“Saw it where, Lime?”

They gulped, “I- In a dream…” 

Blue chuckled, “you’re just having nightmares, Lime. They’re not real and nothing is going to happen to me or you.” They paused, thinking. Then started again, “I’ll tell you what, you can stay with me and make sure I don’t die from aliens, plus I’m sure your body needs a comfortable place to rest rather than those vents” 

Lime blushed, “….fine.” 

The two ended up falling asleep together, after Lime swore they would stay up protecting Blue, they eventually fell asleep in Blue’s arms.

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Gahhh I didn’t know my asks were off!! Sorry guys!!

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I Will - Blime sickfic

Blue takes care of Lime when they’re sick :)

IMPORTANT: I love the head canon that Lime hates doctors so I made that relevant in here, also this is probably ooc and it’s REALLY hard writing among us characters so please give some grace

Lime knew they were coming down with something. The question was, were they going to do something about it?

The symptoms they experienced were as followed, starting off with a sore throat, then getting a runny nose and a migraine that wouldn’t go away.

Eventually they knew they should probably do something about it.

Which is why they found themselves standing in front of med bay.

“I don’t need to be here. I could probably figure something out for myself” they thought, but then sneezed again. 

Fine.

They didn’t trust doctors, especially not the one on the ship. Blue was VERY attractive and also VERY “genuine.”

There had to be something that Blue was hiding though, for all Lime knew they could be taking the crewmate’s blood and using it to clone goblins!

Lime finally gave up and walked in. The amount of medical equipment, as always, made them anxious. They were too busy looking around that they didn’t notice until they ran into Blue. 

Lime looked at Blue quickly, damn. They were really good looking.

But they were a doctor. A sneaky, untrustworthy doctor.

“Lime! I didn’t expect you to be here, is there an issue?” Blue assumed there was some sort of problem, they doubted Lime was coming in here just to visit, unlike all the other crewmates, who went into med bay any chance they could just to compliment or look at Blue. Lime was different, Lime never came around and always avoided med bay as much as they could, which had disappointed Blue. 

Blue liked Lime, they thought they were smart, despite everyone else thinking they were crazy, Blue wanted to learn more about them. Blue wanted to listen to them. But that never happened due to Lime hating doctors.

Lime looked away, embarrassed, “yeah well…I think I’m coming down with something..”

“Really?” Blue went over to a drawer and pulled out a thermometer. 

Oh no.

No. Way. Was Lime going to have that thing in their mouth.

“Lime, do you mind if I take your temperature?” 

Lime started at the thing, they forced themself to nod and open their mouth. It felt cold under their tongue but they couldn’t help but look up at Blue. They had such a perfect face, such gentle features to calm Lime down.

But also happened to make them blush.

Lime didn’t notice Blue had pulled the thermometer out, they had just kept staring at Blue.

Blue took a look at the thermometer, “Gosh, you’re burning up! How long have you felt sick for?” They asked, concerned.

“Uhh” Lime counted on their fingers, “around three days” 

Blue placed their hand on Lime’s shoulder, “you should’ve come when you started feeling symptoms” they said, gently.

Lime looked away, “well… uh…”

“I know you have a hard time trusting doctors, and I mean no offence to what I’m about to say, but crawling around in those vents exposes you to many germs, which are bound to give you some type of sickness. I think it’s best you stay here until you feel better. I can provide you with medicine and care.”

“What are you saying about my vents!?” Lime snapped, as much as they wanted to refuse Blue’s offer, they felt horrible. “Fine.” Lime said, shortly.

Blue smiled, “I’m glad you can come around. Can you tell me what symptoms you’ve been feeling?” 

Lime told Blue, and so Blue sat them down and, as much Lime hated the whole experience, Blue examined them and gave them medicine.

Blue showed them to a hospital bed, it wasn’t anything different than all the other beds, and after  getting in bed and taking melatonin, Lime fell eventually fell asleep.

Lime woke up, first panicked at the sight of being in med bay, but then remembered why they were there and calmed down. They were still feeling ill but their migraine had gone away, which they were grateful for.

“Good morning, Lime” Blue greeted them, happily 

“Mornin’ Blue” Lime said as they sat up.

Blue walked over, “how are you feeling?”

“Better. Uh my migraine is gone, which is great. I’ve had it for a while” Lime chuckled.

“That’s good. I’ll go get your medicine” Blue said and told Lime exactly what was in the medicine so there was no distrust.

Blue gave Lime their medicine and started walking back to the medicine cabinets before turning around, “Are you aware that you talk in your sleep?” Blue asked Lime, gently

“No! W-why were you listening to me!? Why were you even awake!?” Lime spattered in a nervous manner.

“Calm down, Lime” Blue soothed, “I’m a doctor, I tend to stay up doing research and whatnot, I didn’t mean to invade but…well…you said my name in your sleep. But I promise that’s all I heard.” 

Lime relaxed a little, “…did I say anything else?”

“Nope” Blue lied. Lime said a lot. But Blue didn’t want to risk startling Lime and losing their trust.

last night Blue had first heard Lime say their name, to which they looked over at them sleeping, and couldn’t help but stare at Lime, the room was pretty dark but Blue had some computers and equipment running which illuminated the room just a bit, enough to where Blue could still see Lime’s color.

They looked so at peace and relaxed, which was something no one ever saw with them.

Lime continued to speak, “Doctor….” he mumbled drowsily, Blue knew they were invading their space, but they thought Lime was so cute like this. Blue turned away to walk back to their equipment before Lime said something else, something that made Blue’s heart skip a beat.

“I think I’m in love with you..”

Blue turned around to look at Lime. They blushed and turned away, their heart sinking, knowing that Lime would never say those things to them when they were awake.

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𝟕 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬

this IS a dunhar fic

CW: fighting, they beat each other up, choking, they make out

Harold didn’t even know how he was dragged into this stupid game anyways, maybe it was because of how lonely he was after him and leshawna broke up, but still, he didn’t really have any interest in anyone in the circle.

Heather looked at her phone and got up to knock on the closet doors, which had both Alejandro and Tyler inside.

“Times up” she said, her tone pretty bored

The two boys walked out (of the closet, happy pride month) Alejandro showing off a nonchalant attitude while Tyler’s face was flushed

Harold thought at first that Alejandro had rejected Tyler, but he noticed a closer detail, seeing  the two holding hands

He was paying such close attention that he didn’t even notice it was his turn. Eventually he heard Cody next to him whisper “dude it’s your turn”

Embarrassed, harold spun the bottle, his heart racing just a bit. If it landed on Duncan, he was dead for sure. 

He watched the bottle spin anxiously until it slowly and eventually came to a stop. He forced his eyes up from the bottle to see…

…Duncan.

He saw Duncan scowl. which, to be fair, Harold didn’t want to do this just as much as he did. but the people in the circle surrounding them seemed intrigued.

“Can I respin?” Harold asked, fidgeting with his hands

“No.” Heather said, so both Duncan and Harold walked to the closet

Harold walked slowly and nervously, his head down. They both reached for the door, their hands accidentally touching. They both pulled away immediately.

god I hope I never have to touch him again.

Once inside, both Duncan and Harold sat down. Harold took off his glasses, “when you beat me up, just try not to break these, they were around 300$, okay?” Harold said and put the glasses on a shelf in the closet.

Duncan’s response to this was to pick them up and snap them in half.

“Gosh!” Harold protested, but before an argument could be made, Duncan used the broken end of the glasses to hit Harold across the face, leaving a cut. Duncan dropped the glasses and used his fist this time, punching the ginger haired boy across the face, then the stomach, to which Harold crouched forward. Duncan pushed him on his back, knocking the breath out of him. Duncan sat on top of his legs and pulled his hair back. 

Then Duncan leaned towards Harold’s face, “you said you wanted this didn’t you?”

“No I fucking didn’t!” Harold defended, “but I expect something like this from you!” He glared at Duncan as Duncan continued to smile.

“Well would you expect something like…this?” He said, but before Harold could react, 

Duncan leaned in and kissed him.

Harold’s eyes grew wide in shock. He would never imagine, Duncan of all people to kiss him, he saw this as an opportunity though.

His hands traced up behind Duncan’s neck, earning a hum from Duncan. he proceeded to undo the choker he was wearing and grabbed it, carefully. Then he pushed Duncan off of him, giving him a good couple of punches before pinning him against the closet wall. He flipped the choker to the spiky side, and pressed it against Duncan’s neck, proceeding to choke him. 

Duncan struggled for air but Harold could tell, he was enjoying this. His cheek grew red as he saw Duncan smirk, to which Harold leaned in, ultimately pressing the choker harder against the other boy’s neck, and kissed him again. 

They stayed like that for a while, pulling away a couple times for breath before going back. Duncan grabbed Harold’s waist and pulled him closer, Harold then wrapped his arms around Duncan, and for some reason..he never wanted to let go. 

It wasn’t that he liked Duncan or anything maybe he was just lonely tonight. 

Or maybe he did, maybe he liked switching between kissing and fighting, maybe he just wanted a nice blend of Duncan’s lips and fists…

..right?

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dunhar iots fic as requested!

first of all I’d like to say this is my first time posting a fanfic on here and it may be a bit ooc

TW for slight gore!!!

He couldn’t just let him stay.

He had been thinking about it for months. How Harold had never had any proper funeral or burial. How none of the campers had one.

So he went back.

It was a stupid idea, but he just had to, he couldn’t sit with the guilt.

He rode a boat up to the island. Fog covered the place that had once looked so great and held so many memories.

The memories were different now. The bad ones overshadowed the good ones. He stepped on to the rotting dock which probably wouldn’t be able to support the 22 campers who had once been there.

The entrance onto the island had police tape around it, but since when did Duncan care about that sort of thing anyways?

He ducked under the tape and began walking along the island, it was wet, probably because it had been raining. a lot of life had grown out due to the lack of people there. There was much more grass and wildlife than before.

He walked past the cabins to get a glimpse of something good, but trauma overlapped all the sweet experiences from before. He walked straight to the shed and slowly opened the door. The place stank like hell. He saw Harold’s body lying, the tv still on the poor boy’s head.

His body was decomposing for sure, It smelled horrible. Duncan swatted away the flies and took out his flashlight.

There were bugs eating at Harold’s skin and holes in his t-shirt from the decomposition.

Duncan wanted to throw up, but turned his head to look at the tv instead. Slowly, he tried pulling it off. It made a ripping sound as he could tell the head was tearing from the neck. He stepped back, choking on a sob. It was disgusting. But he had to do it. He needed to fix the boy.

He grabbed the old tv again and pulled it off slowly, trying his best to ignore the smell and the sound. 

Once he got the tv off, he looked at Harold’s face for the first time in what felt like forever. It was devoid of the color it once had, his ginger hair was mostly intact, his eyes glassy and lifeless, and dried blood stained his face, pouring from the dent in his forehead. 

Duncan found Harold’s glasses inside the tv and picked them up, they were shattered and dirty but still, he put them back onto the other boy’s face.

He picked up the body, which was light as a feather, and began walking into the woods. 

He passed by other victims as he walked and wished he could give them a burial too.

He passed by Courtney’s body, Jesus, Courtney.

He never really loved her, he needed everyone to think that so they’d never suspect what he truly was. Oh how he regretted that. He regretted pretending and regretted bullying Harold. He continued to walk until he found a clear spot out of the shade, so the sunlight could shine on Harold forever.

He gently placed Harold’s body down and began digging.

Though the air was misty and crisp, he still broke a sweat from digging.

He looked at Harold’s face one last time before placing him gently in the grave he had dug.

He used his shovel to spill the rest of the dirt to completely bury Harold. He walked around the island to look for some flowers to put with him.

Due to the growth in wildlife, it was easy to find pretty flowers.

The sun also seemed to be coming out, so it became easier to find Harold’s grave. Duncan placed the flowers by the grave and stood there for a moment, taking it in.

When he arrived on the island he never would’ve thought that in a couple of months he would be burying a boy he had some silly crush on.

But he was. And he stood by the grave of this boy.

No one deserved this, yet it happened. It was so unfair.

“I…” he swallowed. Biting back tears, “I miss you. I always have.” His voice cracked. He couldn’t say the words “I love you” he just couldn’t. He could never.

On his walk back he stopped by the cabins, which had bugs and spiderwebs everywhere and a little bit of plant life growing too. The rotting stench mixed with a smell of growth and they evened each other out in an okay way.

He sat on what had formally been Harold’s bunk. The wood creaked against his weight but he also heard a crackling sound, he looked under the pillow to see a sheet of paper, which was decomposing but a bit still intact.

“I’m probably going to die tonight.” It read, “I’m going to attempt something stupid but I’m going to do it for the sake of everyone.

I can’t sit around and watch bodies of people I know keep appearing. Thats not going to happen.

I’ve never been anyone and I know that, ever since I came here I’ve known I was an outsider, actually, ever since I can remember I’ve been different.

I’ve been picked on and beat up and I’m okay with that, I’m used to it now.

But I can’t watch people die. No matter how much mean remarks were made or how many times I’ve gotten punched.

I’m going to the shed to find weapons and hopefully kill the one who’s been doing all of this. I’m a bit scared if I’m honest. and, to be realistic, If you’re reading this, I’m probably dead. I hope I died saving everyone, that’s what I would like. And if I didn’t save everyone then I died for nothing.

I just want to do the right thing for once. Not because I want respect out of it, because I want to see everyone else live. I want to see them live for the people here who died.

Well, I guess this letter is to whoever finds it. I hope I did something good. Who knows? Maybe I’ll succeed and find it in the future or something

-Harold”

Duncan started tearing up, his hands shaking, he placed the paper down on the bed and started to cry. 

They were all dead.

No one saved anyone.

[supersonicwrites27]

hey btw this IS my fanfic, I’m just reposting it because I wrote/posted it before I made this blog