Bianca stops with her hand on the car door. She looks over her shoulder; she can't help it. "Wh--" there's too much saliva in her mouth. She wipes it on her sleeve. "What?"

"I didn't mean--" Vic grimaces like they're the one who's going to be sick. "The curse-- it's all kind of, well, ridiculous-- isn't it? Fourth Witch was just a sad little comic, I didn't expect-- I didn't mean to hurt you."

Bianca narrows her eyes. "You're apologizing? To me? Are you feeling okay, Vic?"

Vic folds her arms. "I just feel like I'm responsible for this, is all." They stalk past Bianca, stilettos clicking loudly on the concrete. "I don't like it."

Yanking open the driver's side door, Bianca narrows her eyes and glares at Vic. "You don't like being responsible for me?" She scoffs, climbing into the driver's seat. "You're my boss and my stepparent."

Vic looks away from her, staring at the floor. "Well, it feels like you're my boss, maybe."

"Add that to our growing list of reason's we're so goddamn fucked," Bianca says drily as she pulls out into traffic. "Put your seat belt on."

For a moment, the car is silent, except for the click of Vic obediently fastening their seat belt, until they can't help but break it. "We're okay, though," Vic says quietly. She's trying to sound sure, but Bianca can hear the quaver in her voice.

"Why do you always want my reassurance?" Bianca snaps, glaring out the windshield as she feels bile stinging the back of her throat. "It's like you're always seeking absolution or whatever, and when I don't give you what you want, you have to punish me for it." Her stomach flips. She swallows hard.

"I don't know why you hate me," Vic retorts through gritted teeth. "You're the closest-- the only--" they'd looked Bianca in the eye for one sharp, painful moment, but now they're staring straight out the window, cheeks flushed a humiliated red.

Bianca bites the inside of her cheek. "Should've thought of that before you married by father," she snaps, giving into the animalistic desire to hit Vic where it hurts.

"Fuck you," Vic spits, her tongue wetting her lips as she glares balefully at Bianca. But Bianca's retort is cut off by a retch, and she brakes abruptly as the light turns red.

The window is already down, but she barely manages to lean out of it before vomiting, her stomach cramping painfully. Her heart is racing, blood rushing in her ears. She can't stop puking long enough to breathe.

All of the sudden, she feels cold fingers brush against her neck, feels her hair being lifted off her back. It's a surprisingly gentle gesture, coming from a person who barely ever touches her at all. She dry heaves twice more, and swears she feels Vic rubbing her back.

By the time Bianca is seated properly in the car, Vic is back in their seat, too, in the same position as before. But her blue, blue eyes are fixed unblinkingly on Bianca.

The light turns green.

tagging @hrnydropoutconfessions bc you're at the centre of the dropout rpf fandom <3

tagging a few rpf friendly people in case you want to spread the word, no pressure of course!

Dropout RPF

Honor the Cock by kinkgeek | brennan/izzy | explicit | 1.2k

Izzy fulfills Brennan's request.

Just Let Me Adore You by CriticalWritings | brennan/emily | mature | 685 words

Emily likes watching Brennan. She also likes kissing him. Very much so.

I Get So Lost Inside Your Eyes by CriticalWritings | brennan/emily | explicit | 2k

“Is it the glasses?” She asks, the hint of a smile on her face once more as she turns to look at him again and finds that Brennan is staring at her still.

Woodpeckers by Anonymous | brennan/hank | teen | 1k

Hank and Brennan have a very interesting conversation after Episode 4, featuring another fun fact about woodpeckers.

Taking Care by Lostandnotfound1 | brennan/intrepid heroes ; brennan/izzy | explicit | 11k

Emily was the one who suggested a D20 themed costume party, of course. Brennan hadn’t been sure who to go as. He was leaning toward Jawbone until Murph, Ally, and Izzy all independently suggested Garthy.

Taking Care: Quid Pro Quo by Lostandnotfound1 | brennan/murph ; brennan/izzy | gen | 1k

In the end, Brennan does walk to their bedroom under his own power, bare-assed and wobbling down the hallway like a toddler.

New York City Barman by dreadfulspiller | brennan/OC | mature | 8k

I love this city. Perhaps she turned down the thermostat on purpose, knowing what would happen. Either way, she practically blew me into this one bar, and into the arms of the stone cold fuck of my life. *** Or, imagine Brennan Lee Mulligan was your barman on an impromptu night out in NYC.

helpless by Anonymous | ify/bdg | explicit | 538 words

after the car wash music video wraps, brian and ify are left soaking wet and alone. well, probably alone. hopefully.

you freak by @berrys-imaginary-lovers | zac/ OC | mature | 405 words

zac calling brennan a freak for laughing so hard that stew might come out of his nose changed my brain chemistry.

why so serious? by @berrys-imaginary-lovers | zac / OC | explicit | 586 words

sometimes being allowed to borrow a costume to freak out and/or amuse one's partner goes very differently than how one expected it to. or, zac looked really hot in that joker costume to me. or maybe zac just looks really hot to me in general and the joker costume is a coincidence.

mean streak by astroanonymous | zac / OC | not rated | 927 words

zac oyama has a mean streak

to be willing to be dazzled by manybumblebees | brennan/lou ; brennan/izzy | gen | 1k

"You know you're on his list, right?" Izzy says. "His like, hall pass."

Dimension 20 (Not RPF)

let's take our time (while it's still ours to take) by stardustandswimmingpools @vivitalks | fantasy high | gorgug/ragh | teen | 13k

Zelda understood the disconnect he felt from his rage. That was Gorgug freshman year, primal rage battling gnomish positivity. But he doesn't feel that disconnect anymore. Sure, it's complicated, but Gorgug can reliably reach for the instinct that simmers low in him, and he can use it to protect his friends. He can also use it to have a fun wrestling match. It doesn't have to be separate from the part of him that supports and defends the people he cares about. In fact, he's not sure it could be separate now. He wonders if Zelda would understand that. He knows, without question, that Ragh already does. (Or: Gorgug and co. are in a time stop for seven days. Which is enough time to get over your breakup, make a new best friend, learn a lot about your van, have a conversation about religion, and maybe kiss that boy you like. Maybe.)

Fine by castlesonclouds | the seven | antiope/danielle | teen | 1.2k

Feel it, she mouths, a smile curling on her face as she finishes, and Yelle brightens back, swooping out of the way of the entrance and approaching the group. She feels it. It is everything. And, just as quickly, she does not feel it anymore.

Kiss 'N' Tell by PawPunk | fantasy high | gorgug/zelda | mature | 1.2k

I mean we all know what happened after the end of FHSY don't we. Come on

inhale the future slow (exhale the past, let go) by Anonymous | fantasy high | gorgug/zelda | explicit | 11k

It’s all good, and Gorgug’s grateful for the way that they became an active part of each other’s life again, that he can listen to her talk about her new favorite bands or whatever the Seven are up to. They text each other sometimes, and he’s happy to read all the tiny anecdotes she sends him, no matter how trivial. She even sharpens his axe for him whenever he has too many assignments to do. They’re doing alright, she’s well, and he’s really, really okay with it all. He is. Zelda and Gorgug have started talking again (as friends). It’s going well (for the most part).

salvation is a last-minute business by willowcrowned | fantasy high | fig & gorgug & porter | mature | 3.8k

"I won't say anything to anyone," Fig says, and he can't tell if she's lying or not, but she's Fig—maybe she doesn't lie or tell the truth, maybe she just does both, all the time, always, and that's why no one can tell. "But Gorgug, I just— I thought— Would you tell me if it's—" If it's what? Gorgug wants to ask, but it catches in his throat. "It's not," he says instead. "It’s not."

what a peace is mine by willowcrowned | fantasy high | fig/porter | explicit | 6.3k

Why can’t I get away from you helping me? Fig thinks, and aims another punch at Porter's cheek, his nose, trying to break something fundamental and important in him. Why can’t I stop wanting it?

drowning in your wonderful by aestrales | the unsleeping city | ricky/esther | explicit | 4k

Ricky and Esther's first time, in a hotel room immediately after saving the city.

I saw you (and you saved me from myself) by AgentStannerShipper | the unsleeping city | ricky/esther | explicit | 3.9k “Is it weird I want to ride you while you bench?” she asks. Ricky’s arms jerk under him. He catches himself, pushing upright again and flipping onto his back, feet planted apart as he shifts fluidly into sit-ups. “It’s not weird,” he says, with none of the bravado Esther might once have expected from a guy who looks like him. It’s not an ‘of course you’d want to fuck me, I’m hot,’ but a ‘I love you and all your desires are valid,’ and it just makes Esther want to take a bite out of him. Or maybe that’s the view of his flexing abs every time he does another sit-up. “It’s kind of unsafe, though,” he adds. “Definitely not good workout procedure.”

Wilt in My Arms, Break in My Mouth by Anonymous | fantasy high | fabian/gorgug | explicit | 2k

In the heart of the Nightmare Forest, Fabian Seacaster loses everything—his pride, his fury, even his hope. Stripped bare by illusions and cruel magic, he falls into a trap he doesn't have the strength to resist. When he crashes into Gorgug—bloodied, dazed, and under the influence of a powerful aphrodisiac—the forest twists their deepest longings into a brutal, fevered encounter neither of them could have foreseen. But even in the throes of false intimacy, the truth cuts deeper than any nightmare: it was never Fabian that Gorgug was reaching for. When the spell breaks, all that's left between them is devastation—and a choice Fabian makes alone.

Change is good, scary but good by Mishishi | fantasy high | gorgug/ragh ; gorgug/zelda ; zelda/sam | gen | 3.6k

He was never really good at understanding things. Not like Kristen with her wisdom and her gods or clever like Riz and his theories and lifetime experience as a detective. Nor was he convicted and solid like Fabian, his destiny and legacy gifted to him from a father he’s known all his life or Fig and her dedication to being as little of herself as possible. Or even like Adaine with her coming into her powers as the Elven Oracle. But the best thing he knows, his expertise, is change. Terrifying, beautiful change.

Even Cowgirls Get the Blues by Milky_Etoile | fantasy high | gorgug/unit | teen | 2.5k

After asking for Unit's help with distracting Mr. Hopclap, Gorgug invites Unit over for a study session. He swears it was only so he could explain himself and to actually study for their test. It's definitely not because he has a growing crush on his classmate. He might have gotten his MCAT signed, but he definitely still didn't have any free time to even consider any hint of romantic feelings.

The Triumphs and Defeats, the Epic Highs and Lows by dirtbag | fantasy high | gorgug/ragh/fabian | teen | 3.1k

“Wait,” Ragh says slowly, as comprehension dawns. “Is this—are we talking about a three-way Owlbear MVP makeout sesh?” Fabian rolls his visible eye. “Honestly, Ragh, try to keep up.”

rainbow connection by lunarblazes | fantasy high | gorgug/ragh ; gorgug/unit ; gorgug/zelda | gen | 1.8k