#if you explore everywhere you find a locked room w yeah :))

[astrxealis]

SOMETIMES I FIND OUT someone famous i know/kinda know/used to know plays ffxiv and it's like good gods hell YES

[seaofghouls]

Resident Evil Village WKM AU

PART 1

Taglist: Nobody. Comment to be tagged!

Warnings: Bullets, Guns, Monsters, Tranquilizers, Blood, Gore, Descriptions of serious injuries, ect.

The stuff you'd see in Resident Evil. ------

“Long ago, a young girl went to pick berries for her father who was hard at work. The forest greeted them with a dark, cold silence. The bushes empty. Yet, determined to find the berries, the little rascal broke free of mother’s grasp and vanished into the trees. Mother’s worried cries faded fast as the girl ran on, over vine and under branch and into the forest deep.

Feeling strange eyes upon her, the girl recalled mother’s scary tales and her throat became bone dry. Then the bat lord appeared. He greeted her warmly and bit his own wing. “Come child, quench your thirst.” He said. So she drank the thick dark blood and smiled with joy. Passing through the graveyard, menacing storm clouds loomed and the air turned bitingly cold. The girl was shivering in her thin clothes.

Then, a Dark Weaver appeared and with a click of his fingers, crafted mist into a beautiful dress. “Come child, warm yourself.” He coaxed. So she clothed herself and smiled with joy. Across waters deep and ominous she went, hoping a boat she found would take her home. But hunger’s grip tightened and her hunger grew heavy.

Then, the fish king appeared and offered one of his many fins. “Come child, eat your fill.” So the girl ate and smiled with joy once again. Continuing on, she soon entered the forest’s dark heart. Then an Iron Steed appeared, bearing a beautiful, golden gear. The creature said nothing as the girl approached.. And snatched what she thought was another gift.

The horse grew angry and summoned the other monsters. Terror filled the girl’s heart as a wild wind rose around the beasts. Suddenly, a witch appeared! Dark, yet regal. “Gift we gave, but more you took.” She snarled. In a blink, the girl was trapped in a mirror, forever.” “There, she’s asleep.” He finished, holding a baby.

“What is with the creepy story? She’s only six months old. Especially the part about being trapped in a mirror.” Y/N asked with a huff.

“The woman at the store said it was traditional. A local tale. Besides, Rose doesn’t seem to mind.” Damien gestured at the sleeping baby in his arms.

“Because she doesn’t understand it, thank god.” Y/N sighed.

“We moved here so she wouldn’t have to deal with that, remember?” Y/N frowned. “There’s nothing wrong with my memory.” Damien slightly snapped.

“Maybe I’m being paranoid. I’m just cautious, y’know?” Y/N said.

“Then, go cautiously take your daughter to bed.” Damien smiled, handing them the baby.

“I’ll finish dinner.” Damien gave Y/N and Rose both a kiss on the head.

“It’s alright, Rose. Your father doesn’t want to remember. I can’t blame him.” Y/N mumbled.

“Did you say something, dear?” Damien called out.

“Nope! I’ll put her to sleep.” Y/N called back.

Y/N carried Rose up the stairs and into her room.

Setting her into the crib, Y/N smiled. “Don’t worry Rose, I’ll be right downstairs. I won’t let those scary fairytale monsters get you.”

Y/N gave her a kiss and walked back down the stairs.

“Is she doing alright?” Damien asked as Y/N walked back into the kitchen.

“Yeah, she’s sleeping like a- well, a baby.” Y/N giggled.

“Mm, smells good. What is that?” Y/N asked, referring to the meal that Damien was cooking.

“It’s clorba de legume, a local recipe.” Damien said.

“Wow, you’ve gone full native, huh?” Y/N smiled.

“Local wine, too.” Damien smirked.

“If you’re going to be grumpy all evening, maybe you shouldn’t have any~.” Damien teased.

Y/N sighed as Damien poured wine into two glasses.

“You really need to stop worrying.” Damien said.

“It’s just.. Everything happened so fast, y’know? It’s a bit stressful.” Y/N frowned.

“Well, at least we’re all here together.” Damien gave a small smile.

“You, me, Rose, now everything’s going to be-” Y/N interrupted him.

“Seriously? You think we can just forget what happened in Louisiana?” Y/N asked.

“It happened so long ago. I just- I don’t understand why you are so-” Damien was interrupted by a bullet.

In his shoulder.

And then, what seemed to be hundreds more lodged into him.

“Damien!” Y/N cried. The lights were cut out, the blood was everywhere.

There was no coming back from that.

“Damien-! Oh god.” Y/N cried.

Hiding under the table, Y/N was covering their mouth as they looked up to see who did this.

“Abe?! What the hell?” They barked.

“Sorry, Y/N.” Abe shot at Damien’s body more.

“No! What?! Why?!” Y/N sobbed.

“Ghk-!” Y/N gasped out as they were shot with tranquilizer darts.

----

Y/N slowly cracked their eyes open with a groan as they heard a phone going off. They lurched over to unburry it and answered it.

“Is the package secure?” The other end asked.

“What the hell is going on here? Where is Abe and Rose?” Y/N demanded.

“You are not authorized to-” The phone cut out.

“Curses!” They spit.

They began to walk around, turning on their flashlight that they had.

Crows were hung from the trees and the van had crashed.

They found a house and decided to explore it. Nothing of use on the main floor.

Or in the house for that matter. Just blood stains and a trashed home.

“..What did all of this?” Y/N sighed.

By the time they got out, it was morning. They’d never been so happy to see daylight. God, that house was creepy.

“Where the hell am I?” Y/N questioned, looking at the giant castle ahead.

Walking into the town below, it was abandoned. It was utterly trashed and empty. They ran into a man hiding inside a house. He shoved a gun into their hands.

“It’s all I can spare.” He said.

“What the hell’s out there?!” Y/N pleaded, but got no answer before whatever was outside grabbed the man through the roof. They fell through the floorboards into a bit of bodies.

“Aghk-!” They cried.

“Oh god.” They cried.

Bodies littered the floor.

“..Jesus Christ.” They muttered.

“Agh-!” They howled in pain as a beast attacked them, tearing off three of their fingers.

They were thrown out of the basement into the open world, their hand bleeding out, missing fingers.

“What the hell was that?!” They cried.

“N-no! Stay back!” Y/N pulled out the gun the old man had given them and started shooting at the beast. It fell over and bled out after a few shots.

They realized they were trapped. They decided to look around the village for any keys to open the locked gates or ways out. They were able to cut the lock open on the gate blocking them with lock cutters and other various items they found around the village of death.

They heard a radio announcement about traveling to Luiza’s house for safety, so they decided to do that while picking up useful items that they ran into.

The beasts were everywhere. They were able to wrap their bleeding hand in bandages they found. They had quite a few close calls including the beasts.

They got cornered and tumbled into a lake while bleeding out surrounded by monsters before they all stopped all of a sudden and ran off when an old woman seemingly saved them.

“W-wait!” They tried to chase after the lady.

She went off on a tangent with a creepy smile. “The bell tolls for us all! They’re coming again!” She closed the gate.

“Damn it.” Y/N cussed.

The only part that Y/N was paying attention to was the fact that their daughter was in the village.

“I’ve got to find her.” Y/N said.

They continued to travel through the village, shooting at monsters. Damien’s death was still heavy on their mind.

They found a daughter and father in a shed. They found a way to get them inside and close the gate. Luiza greeted the three at the front door, albeit with a man pointing a gun at them before Luiza shooed him off.

“You’re not from this village, are you?” Luiza questioned.

“Uhm, no. I’m Y/N.” They said.

“If Elena trusts you, then so do I. Come inside, Y/N.” Luiza said.

Luiza led them to the main part of the house where the others were hiding.

They certainly did not get a warm welcome.

“There is no safe! Every sorry person out there has been ripped in half!” A man cried, his alcohol swishing from side to side from inside the bottle.

“That’s enough.” Luiza declared.

“Let us pray for those still out there.” She said.

They all joined in a circle, praying to whatever god there was out there.

Y/N started to get a bit freaked out when the old man they had helped inside started laughing and screaming in agony. The house was lit on fire after he knocked over a lit lantern.

People started to crowd the old man asking if he was okay or what was going on.

Y/N gasped as they realized. He was no longer human. He was one of the monsters.

“Oh no.”

He slaughtered almost everyone in the main room as Y/N took Elena’s hand and ran into the hall away from the fire and the beast.

“Elana, we have to go!” They yelled.

“Let them go!” Elana cried, shooting her dad in the head as he was on top of Y/N.

“Oh god. I’m so sorry father.” Elena whispered after she shot him a second time.

“Hey, it wasn’t your fault. That thing wasn’t your father anymore. You did the right thing.” Y/N comforted Elena.

The beast groaned and garbled as floorboards fell on top of it causing more fire to spread. Y/N slammed the door he was in and comforted Elena as she cried.

“We’ve gotta get out of here. He was already gone.” Y/N patted her shoulder.

After looking for a while, Y/N found the truck keys.

“Damn, the fire’s moving fast. Elena, get in the truck with me.” They said.

They crashed through the wall using the truck.

The fire surrounded them, Y/N bit their lip.

Looking up, they narrowed their eyes. “Nowhere to go but up.”

They helped Elena climb up with them.

“..Elena..” A garbled voice called out.

“Father?!” Elena ran towards him. Y/N tried to stop her but failed.

“Elena, wait! That’s not him!” Y/N cried.

The floorboards were cracking.

Elena ignored them.

“Elena, take my hand!” They ordered, holding out their hand to grab.

“Y/N, go! Save your daughter!” Elena cried.

“Elena, please! Don’t give up! Reach for me!” Y/N said.

Elena fell through the floorboards into the fiery abyss below.

“Damn it!” Y/N cussed.

“Why is everyone dying on me?!” Y/N cried through gritted teeth as they climbed out of the burning house.

Y/N saw the old lady again so they ran up to her.

“Death. Death has visited them all!” She cackled.

Y/N disregarded that. They accidentally walked into the gate of the castle. Digging into their bag, they realized that they had the two keys to open the door. Artifacts, the keys were.

They were about to pull the lever to the elevator when a voice stopped them after they had walked into the castle.

“Well, well. Didn’t think anyone was left! You must be pretty tough, huh?” He had a huge hammer, Y/N observed.

“Who the hell are you?” Y/N asked.

“Oh! You’re not local! Even better.” The man smirked.

“Aghk-!” Y/N groaned as a spear was jabbed into them from out of thin air.

“Mother Celine’s going to love you.” He laughed some more as more and more metals were attached to Y/N until they passed out.

…

They came back to consciousness as they were being dragged and in chains.

“Quit your whining! We’re almost there!” The man assured.

They closed their eyes again, opening them, hearing voices.

“The person is of no real use to anybody else.. And my children do so love entertaining foreigners. Furthermore, I can assure you if you entrust the mortal to enter house Iplier, my children and I shall deliver the finest of blood to you, the finest cups of his slaughtered blood.”

“Out of my way, ugly! I wanna see!”

Y/N was certain there was some deep sobbing mixed in there as well.

“Oh~! They’re awake!”

More deep sobbing.

“Both of you shut the hell up!”

“..What..? Where..?” Y/N started.

“You mean you’ll screw around with him in private? Where’s the fun in that?”

“Give him to me and I’ll put on a show that everyone can enjoy.”

“Oh, so gauche. What do we care for bread and circuses? The person’s suffering is assured, regardless.”

“Yack, yack, the person’s privates are cut off in the castle, blah blah blah!”

“I’ve heard all of your arguments. Some less persuasive than others, but.. I’ve made my decision.”

“Benjamin. The person’s fate lies in your hands.”

“Mother Celine, I must protest! Benjamin is but a child and his devotion to you is questionable. Give the mortal to me and I will ensure they are ready.”

“Shut your damn hole and don’t be a sore loser! Go find your food somewhere else.” Benjamin growled.

“Quiet now, child! Adults are talking!”

I’m the child? You’re the one arguing with Mother Celine’s decision!” Benjamin defended.

“You wouldn’t know responsibility if it was welded to that hammer!”

“Oh, keep growing, one day your head might actually fit your ego!” Benjamin yelled.

“..Hey, don’t I get a say in this?” Y/N groaned.

“Fight fight fight fight!”

“SILENCE!” Mother Celine cried.

“My decision is final. There will be no argument. Remember where you came from.” Mother Celine said.

“Thank you.” Benjamin said.

“Lycans and gentleman! We thank you for waiting! Now, let the games begin!” Benjamin announced.

He bent down to Y/N’s level.

“Let’s see what you’re really made of, Y/N Winters.” He smirked.

He slammed his hammer down in front of Y/N and started counting down.

Y/N got up and ran as fast as they could, still handcuffed. Down the yellow tinted corridor echoing the screams of the monsters. They saw a hole in the ground. Looking around, it was the only option. So, they did the only thing they could. They took the leap.

They ran and ran from the monsters when they landed.

“Agh! Jesus Christ!” They cried.

“That’s right! Run for your life!” Benjamin cackled.

----

[sunnysviolin]

Kel and Aubrey going around interacting with people to learn about the different cultures everywhere as they travel, wearing cultural outfits, participating in cultural activities, just having an overall good time...

Would they be good at any cultural dances? Since they're traveling to Spain first, I can just imagine Aubrey in a flamenco dress with Kel as they just dance together and enjoy themselves (or maybe Kel wearing the dress- or maybe both of them wearing dresses-)

...I kinda wanna draw them dancing around together now.

-from a videogame-world traveling anon

nonnie.....nonnie wait....if you drew something we created together I would be SO EMO WAIT!!! No oh my god like my brain literally just exploded like art?? ART??? I wanna be able to draw so bad...but I can’t I just gotta continue on w my lil writing bits....here take some more writing bits nonnie

*Singing to myself* This got lonnng againnnn I’m putting itttt under a readdd moreeeee

Kel’s parents are....less than pleased to find out their son isn’t directly going to college like Hero did, and they make that known. 

They don’t approve of his choice to take at least one gap year. They don’t approve of him not continuing his education. They don’t approve of him throwing away his life for that bad girl that spent so many years terrorizing him. Even two years after changing her ways, Aubrey is still regarded as a nuisance among the town old timers. Kel’s parents tell him plainly that they don’t approve of Aubrey, and they won’t be changing their mind. 

Which leads to Kel having a minor breakdown and finally admitting what he’s known his whole life- that he will never be good enough to measure up to Hero, and he’s finally tired of trying to be someone he’s not. He isn’t Hero and he never will be, but for once he wants being Kel to be good enough. 

Seeing their bright positive middle child finally crack under the weight they’ve been unintentionally laying on him is...it’s painful. Kel’s parents never meant to make it a competition between their sons, they just wanted what was best for both of them. 

Having Kel sobbing at their dining room table at 3:00 am on the night of his high school graduation teaches them that they might not know what’s best for Kel after all. 

So...yeah the talk the morning after that is filled with a lot of awkward pausing. Kel isn’t used to sharing his true feelings, and he isn’t used to exposing anything other than cheerful hope. Ultimately they come to an agreement. Kel can go with Aubrey, follow her and his heart on their crazy plan, but he has to spend the year before they leave working and earning and not just hanging around the house

That was Kel’s plan anyway, so he’s ecstatic. He calls Aubrey immediately after, and she comes over so they can plan things out together

That year before they leave is definitely not easy. They’re working multiple retail and menial labor jobs, spending 12-15 hours a day on their feet in steamy kitchens, being screamed at by rude customers, and delivering so. many. pizzas. 

At some point in that year Aubrey and her mother have the inevitable fight that has been coming her whole life, and her mother kicks her out. Aubrey shows up in the middle of the night with her things next to her. Kel’s mother welcomes her inside and gets her a cup of tea. Kel wakes up and comes downstairs the next day to see his partner curled up asleep on the couch under a blanket his mother had just finished knitting

His mother doesn’t explain anything (”It’s her story dear not mine”) but after Aubrey comes to stay with them his parents warm to her quickly. Aubrey and Kel are allowed to share the room that Hero and he once shared, but they’re adamant that the beds stay on opposite sides

((He and Aubrey fit cramped but happy into his twin bed every night, but she always wakes up early to switch beds in order to be respectful to his parents wishes)) 

Soon enough its the afternoon before their journey is beginning (They decided to redeye to Sevilla). They have hostel confirmation numbers for a dozen different European countries, a thick binder of plans and itineraries, and a joint account that has a surprising amount of money in it. 

Turns out working 15 hours a day, taking only your eight paid vacation days, and having all of your dates be creative free dates in the five hours a week you both have off together means that you are able to acquire quite the nest egg. Kel’s parents sit them down at the dining room table, and his father is shocked to see how this year has shaped Kel. 

It’s a strange thing to see your son as an adult for the first time. It didn’t feel strange when it was Hero, he always expected it from Hero. Seeing it in Kel rocked him. 

They drive the two young adults (calling them kids now feels...wrong) to the airport and make them promise to call and write daily. 

There’s an undeniable energy and excitement as they board the plane. He and Aubrey breathe an audible sigh of relief. They shouldn’t, but they sleep on the plane. After a year of running, they’ve earned it

OKAY SO THAT WASN”T AT ALL WHAT YOU ASKED FOR....HERE HAVE DANCE LESSON HEADCANONS

Aubrey planned for everything, so she planned that they would need at least two days to recover when they finally got to Spain. The first two days are spent in a combo of sleeping and eating fantastic food and finally being able to spend a full night in bed together instea of sneaking unsuccessfully around Kel’s parents. 

She splurged and got them a private room at their first hostel in Sevilla. It was more expensive, but ultimately so very very worth it. 

But day three is when they start to explore. They finally venture off of the block around their hostel and began to deep dive into the tiny back paths of the city. They meet a nice handful of locals who invite them to breakfast the next morning (Kel’s spanish speaking skills are undeniably useful to them in this moment) 

And that night...that night is the beginning of the wish fulfillment she’s waited for since she was five years old. A flamenco lesson that promises an authentic experience, real outfits, and a party for all involved at the end. Aubrey was frugal with accomodations, but she spared no expense when it came to the experiences. Especially this one. 

Flamenco is traditionally a single dance with one woman, but she asked and Kel is allowed to come if he likes. The instructor in charge recognizes Aubrey from her call, and drags Kel over to where another man sits with a guitar. He and the man begin to converse in Spanish, and Kel seems to be rapidly making plans. He’s fine with only watching for tonight, this is her dream

Aubrey is thrust into a room with a bunch of other tourists, even a few from her own state, and a gaggle of women who work at the studio. They show her a row of gorgeous traditional dresses, an overwhelming rainbow of frills and explosions of color. 

Aubrey has let her hair go back to it’s natural color by this point, and her long dark locks catch the eye of one of the instructors who pulls her over to a corner of the rack of dresses. The instructor winks at her and pulls out a dress. It’s perfect. 

Kel is also having a fantastic time. He and the guitar player who’s name is Raphael are discussing guitar playing. Raphael wants to teach Kel to play himself so “He can play for his lady when she wants to dance for him again” 

All conversation stops when Aubrey walks out. 

The others are dolled up as well, but Kel only has eyes for his girl. Her dress is black, hugging to her waist and her body. As the ruffles of the dress begin on her arms and her legs, the dress goes from black to a striking bright red. Around her wrists and on her neck is bright gold jewlery, gleaming against her skin. 

Aubrey’s dark hair is wrapped up in a bun with a series of pink to red carnations following the curve of her hair. Her lips are tinged with maroon lipstick. 

Kel is left speechless. Aubrey asks him something and Kel just has to nod and try to catch his breath. The rest of the group giggle at their antics, and Aubrey rolls her eyes at him. She presses a kiss to his cheek, maroon imprint left in its wake, and then she is over with the other girls in front of the instructor. 

Raphael begins to play at the instructors insistence

The dance lesson is fun. Even just watching Kel has fun. Aubrey normally has a hardness in her eyes, a tightness in her shoulders as if she’s always waiting for the other shoe to drop. Within minutes of the instructors careful praise and guidance Aubrey is loose and even giggling. Kel hasn’t heard a sound like that from her since they were children. 

At the end the group performs the dance all together to a raucuous applause form Kel, Raphael, and the instructor. Then they all go to the patio behind the studio which has been decked out in warm golden lanterns with a table of food prepared. 

Raphael begins to play again and the others mingle close to the food. Aubrey takes Kels hand and they go to a separate corner of the dance floor. They don’t dance in any particular way, just holding one another and rocking to the melody. Her hair has begun to come out of it’s tight bun, but her eyes are bright with happiness and she can’t manage to stop smiling

That night under the glow of the lanterns is the night they first say they love each other. It was a given, they already knew it, but those words are saccharine sweet against their lips as Kel holds Aubrey close to him and they spin while the music plays. 

[pale-goblin]

A little Twisted (Chapter 2)

Chapter One: The King | Chapter Two: The Collection

Co written w/ @desertdwellerdanny

Steve's house was a 40-minute drive out of Hawkins, deep in the depths of the forest. It was an old farmhouse he renovated into a stylish home and made the old barn into something else. He pulled up to the house parking at the end of the long driveway. "We're here," Steve said flatly as he got out of the car. "Let's get you cleaned up, and I'll deal with the rest." Neil gazed up at the farmhouse with wide eyes, “You’re fuckin loaded.” He whispered, gingerly opening the door to step out. Steve smiled at Neil's expression. "Yeah, being vice president of a corporation helps." When Neil stepped out of the car, Steve lightly grabbed him by the chin, finally noticing a few wounds under the blood. The outside lights of his house lit up the beauty of Neil's features. He indeed was the most beautiful man Steve had ever seen.

"Did he hurt you?"

Neil swallowed, eyes sweeping over Steve’s face so close to his. They were complex, calculating, but he didn’t feel threatened by what he found in them. “He punched me and scratched at my face when I—when I woke up.” Steve lightly rubbed his thumb across Neil's busted lip. Not trying to make a pass at him in that way, but he really wanted to know how soft they were. Neil’s mouth popped open a bit, standing still as Steve’s hands explored as they wished. "I have some clothes you can have," Steve whispered softly as if not to scare Neil off even though the primal part of him wanted to see Neil running from him. Neil gave a slight nod, blue eyes flickering down to Steve’s lips for a spell before shooting back up with guilt. Steve had to bite back a smirk at that; it looks like his newfound interest had found him interesting back. “It’s Billy.” The previously introduced Neil said, breath warm against Steve’s thumb. “Neil’s my father. I didn’t—don’t—trust you. But seeing as you’ve got something of mine in your trunk…” the corners of his lips quirked up a tad, “You can call me the right name.”

Steve had an odd sense of pride; giving someone a fake name was always good. "You're already a natural, Billy," Steve mumbled, sliding his thumb into Billy's mouth out of a need to find something not pretty about him. Running his thumb along with Billy's teeth as he looked slightly disappointed before removing his finger with a long-winded sigh. Absolutely perfect. Billy’s cheeks were flushed red when he looked back at him, mouth still propped open from Steve’s curious hands. Even that made something in his smile, Billy staying where Steve had put him. He slowly blinked before startling and snapping his mouth shut, “Can we just go?” He grumbled, wrapping a pair of leather-clad arms around himself standoffish.

Steve nodded and started walking to the front door, unlocking the door with a keypad on the side. Steve made sure no one could go in and out of the building unless he wanted them to. “Welcome to castle Harrington.” The moment the doors opened, you could clearly see on the far back wall rows of crowns of people’s skulls on display. At first, they really just looked like bowls painted in different colours like a monument, But Billy knew better. He eyed them, a sick interest in each one as he strode over in curiosity as Steve looked on in amusement. “These are them.” Billy leaned over, gently brushing them with the tips of his fingers with interest clear in his eyes. "Beautiful aren't they" Steve followed close behind, watching the look on Billy's face as he touched them. The two of them playing this dance around each other like lions ready to mate. “Gorgeous.” Billy moved on to another, this one painted in swirls of blues and oranges and black. He traced a small crack in it. “Who was this?” Steve reached over to remove it from the wall showing Billy the inside of it where he carved the name into it. Jonathan B. "I think I was about 18," Billy’s eyebrows shot up, “Young. How’d you know him?” "School—we went out of town for a basketball tournament." Steve placed it back on the wall carefully. "He thought I was his friend, but I just wanted to hear what he sounded like burning alive." “So you burned him?” "Yeah, is that surprising?" Steve looked at Billy, searching his eyes for an answer. “It’s… well, it would depend on who he was. Why him? Did he deserve it?” Billy turned back toward the wall, neck craning up to see the entire expanse of the collection, “The guy in the trunk deserved it. I don’t feel bad.” Steve chuckled, "Do they really have to deserve it? Every one of these was really just for my amusement. They were all going to die eventually." Billy pulled a face, raising an eyebrow back at Steve but saying nothing. He wasn’t wrong. And it didn’t feel wrong to see all these people’s lives shortened—they could’ve died the same day from something else; it doesn’t matter much. “I’d like it better, personally, if they deserved it. But we’re all sinners in some way.” Steve smiled at him, "whatever helps you sleep at night, come let's get that beautiful face of yours cleaned up." Steve reached up and rubbed some of the dried blood of Billy's face with his thumb. Billy’s eyes widened a bit before his lips grew into a smile. “Flattery will get you everywhere, Mr. Harrington.” He took a small step backward, quirking an eyebrow at Steve as if to say lead the way. So he did. Steve brought Billy to his bedroom, where there was an on-suite bathroom connected; it was simply designed besides nightmare-like paintings all over the house. You could tell that Steve didn’t hide his dark tastes very well. “The bathroom is there. You can borrow some of my clothes.” Billy stopped just outside the bathroom, turning so that he could lean back against the expensive-looking door and eye Steve in full. “Am I staying with you? Why?” He sounded suspicious, weary. It’s not the first time Billy’s been taken home by men in fancy suits and expected to stay the night—but it is the first time said man had helped cover up a murder he had committed. "You can stay if you want, or I can drive you home" Steve didn't really expect Billy to stay even though he would like it. "I have a guest room you can use." “That’s awfully kind of you. What’re you getting out of all of this?” Steve pulled some sweat pants and a plain shirt out for Billy and walked over to him "as I said before, you made my boring life a little more interesting." “What happens when I’m not interesting anymore?” Steve smiled, “Then I’ll get rid of you.” Billy held his gaze for a brief moment, eyes flicking back and forth, trying to read Steve, trying to decipher what gets rid of you means--the smile shining with a glint of morbid curiosity. Like Billy was a toy for Steve to play with and discard when worn down to the point it simply breaks. Billy doesn’t understand the thrill that shoots up his spine at that, and he’s not sure he wants to. He instead nods, eyes falling to his shoes as he scuffs then and pops himself off of the door, “Guess I’ll just have to keep you on your toes then, huh Stevie?” Steve didn’t answer but watched Billy, filling his mind with things he could do to this newfound toy. He didn’t understand how Billy wasn’t scared of him or how he was holding up so well after finding out about him. He kept watching Billy even as he undressed, putting his foot in the doorway to stop it from closing. Steve was still looking for that one imperfection. Billy squirmed, eyeing Steve and trying to desperately hint that he wanted privacy while he showered. He was uncomfortable--but it wasn’t apparent why until he’d pulled his shirt over his head. Perfect, toned body muscled and golden, pulling taut as he slipped each article of clothing off and revealing thick, ugly scars that cross-crossed his chest and back. Steve’s face didn’t show much; it stayed the same blank look as it always did as he watched. He was taking in every line and edge of Billy’s flesh and violent scars. This was what he was looking for. This is what made him interesting. Billy took a breath before letting his last piece of clothing fall away. “What’re you thinking? It’s too hard to tell with you.” “You’re magnificent,” Steve mumbled, unconsciously undoing his tie around his neck. Steve wanted to feel him, running his hands along the scars to take in the enjoyment someone must have felt ripping at his flesh. Steve wanted to feel that enjoyment. It must’ve been the way Steve was staring at him like he wanted to eat him alive, some sort of primal want for ruin that ran through them both. Billy flushed blotchy pink, spotting down to his chest. “They’re disgusting. Horrible.” Steve laughed, slowly unbuttoning his shirt showing scars of his own. Smaller and more spread out different types from people trying to defend themselves against his force. “Nothing is disgusting about them.” Billy’s eyes locked onto his chest, inching forward and placing a hand in the middle right over a jagged scar that slashed over one pec. He traced the pad of his thumb over it, gentle. “Mine are.” “Every scar tells a story; it’s like reading a comic book,” Steve gently touched the edge of Billy’s scar tracing it carefully. It was odd to Billy to see someone so gentle after talking about burning someone alive, but the soft brushing of Steve’s hands on his skin had him holding his breath. “It’s artwork…” Steve whispered. “I didn’t want these,” Billy ground out, “They’re marks of a coward. You got yours from acts of mercy.” Steve kept tracing the scars, his thoughts racing, “I could make you like them. Add to the collection?” Steve word vomited, he usually was level-headed, but something about these scars about Billy made him want to hear the guy beg, but not for his life. Billy’s face scrunched in pain as if automatically going to decline, remembering how it felt to have gotten them in the first place, but he gave pause. “How?” "There are many ways to get scars," Steve traced over the scar on his chest, sliding over his nipple. "Self-defense, fighting, hunting." Steve's lips curled into a smile "pleasure." Billy stifled a gasp, hands flattening on either side of Steve’s chest as his pale, cold hands explored his skin. Goosebumps trailed where Steve touched, “And if I was interested?” Steve moved his hand up to Billy’s neck, just holding it there but not squeezing. “I’ll make sure you enjoy it, so you have happy memories to look back on.” Billy sighed, soft and sweet, as he leaned into the hold on his neck. It was a secure weight that anchored him, and he took another step forward until his front was pressed up against Steve’s. “Do it.” “Impatient, aren’t we” Steve chuckled, “I barely know anything about you, Billy.” Steve was picky with people he let into his life, and the offer he just gave held a lot of weight to it. It was his twisted way of showing sexual affection. Steve rubbed his thumb along the vein of Billy’s neck, feeling the racing heartbeat. “Are you turned on right now?”

Billy bit his lip, “Yes. You knew that.” Steve did know that with Billy's hips against his, all he could feel was Billy’s cock. "Go clean yourself off." Steve felt Billy’s prick twitch against his thigh at the same time that he growled a low, “Don’t command me. I’m not your dog.” Steve squeezed his hand slightly around Billy’s neck. He was not saying anything, just giving that blank stare into Billy’s eyes. He felt Billy swallow against his hand, expression locked in the same stubborn glare. He looked unwilling to back down. It was weird having someone not be scared of him. “After all I have done for you.” Billy’s lip twitched in an aborted scowl for a second before he lowered his eyes in furious submission, “I’m not your dog.” He whispered again, body lax and the fight drained from him. Steve let go of Billy, not moving away from their pressed bodies. He liked the fight in Billy but definitely wanted to get him to submit like this more just for him. Steve smiled at him, his rare smile that was beautiful in every way. “Do you want me to join you then?” Steve deflected onto something else without missing a beat. Billy thought for a second, hands still splayed on Steve, although migrated down to his hips. He was still ashamedly hard, but fuck if he’d say that out loud. Instead, Billy gave a slight nod. Steve shrugged off his shirt and jacket, letting it fall to the floor around them. He let Billy hold on to him, “You’re going to have to move so I can get my pants off,” Steve mumbled before running his thumb against Billy’s bottom lip. “Unless you wanna help.” The tip of Billy’s tongue poked at his thumb, and rough tanned hands slid down his torso to work his belt buckle and slacks open. Billy’s fingers worked slow, dragging them down Steve’s legs and dropping with them until he kneeled at his feet—head tilted back and looking up at Steve. Billy could tell that Steve wasn’t hard, but Steve’s look from above was breathtaking. The cold hard stare had a comfort behind it for Billy, like Steve saw more in him than just his looks. He was different from the other men he had met. “Your eyes are so blue” Steve reached to trace Billy’s eyebrows with his thumb, obsessing over every detail of this man. Billy’s eyes fluttered shut at the caress, almost embarrassed how fast he’d gone from nearly decking this man to kneeling at his feet and enjoying his touch. “They’re just blue.” He quietly replied. Steve laughed, “You really don’t know how to take a compliment.” Steve moved his hand into Billy’s curly locks, massaging Billy’s scalp. “I don’t just get undressed for anyone; they have to be pretty amusing for that.” “I’m not sure that’s a compliment.” Billy eyed him, thumbs rubbing against the soft hair on his thighs, “anyone else, I’d think it wasn’t. You make it seem like one, though.” Steve gave him a slight smile, just enjoying the minor details of Billy. He wanted to know why Billy made him feel this way. Why didn't he want to kill him? "It is a compliment" Steve added another hand into Billy's hair letting out a little bit of a breath for how soft it was even with blood caked in it. It left the man beneath him to grunt softly, eyes fluttered closed, arching into the hands in his hair. Steve kept ranking his hands through it, giving into the urge to grip it in his fists, just to see what Billy would do. The reaction was immediate—blue eyes snapping open, wide and dilated and daring. He looked equal parts threatening as he did submissive. “Everything about you is so interesting.” Steve gave the curls a little sharp tug, nothing too painful but enough to make Billy gasp. It ripped a low growl out of him, but curiously enough, he didn’t seem all too displeased with it physically. “You’re a bastard; you know that?” Billy ground out. “You have seen nothing yet.” Steve chuckled, removing his hands out of Billy’s hair and fixing his own, ignoring how Billy gave a low, quiet whine. Steve took a deep breath like he was trying to calm something in himself down. “I’m covered in blood.” Billy reminded, staring pointedly at the shower. “Then get up,” Steve commanded, giving his blank stare as he let the words slip out of his mouth, unbidden. Billy narrowed his eyes but stood up nonetheless and walked into the shower without another word—before Steve could give another command that ricocheted up his spine with a shiver. Steve closed the door behind him, watching Billy start the shower and get the temp just right. He liked watching the blood leak off Billy’s tanned skin onto the tile below. He gave a relieved sigh, the hot water pounding down on his back, and Steve could see the tension drain out of him. It felt good to see him relaxed, even if he kept side-eyeing him like he expected to be attacked. Steve slowly walked up to the shower door, joining Billy in the shower, sliding his hand onto Billy’s waist to feel the blood dripping off him. “Did you enjoy it?” Steve finally asked, wanting to know if Billy was just like him. He watched him closely, catching the way his shoulders tensed again and the way his hands carefully clenched into fists at his sides. “He was a fucking rapist. He tried to hurt me,” Billy let out a shaky breath, “Yes. I liked it.” Steve ran his thumb along Billy's hip bone, trying to get him to relax again. Part of Steve didn't like seeing Billy on edge; he didn't want him stressed about all this. "Then you have nothing to worry about." “I killed a man. And liked it. How the fuck isn’t this something to be worried about?” Billy hissed back. Steve moved his free hand to Billy’s face, rubbing some of the blood off with his thumb as the water showered down on them. His eyes were flicking over Billy’s angry expression. “Because you have me to guide you.” Billy’s eyes softened, flicking down to the floor, “When—If—I go down, you’ll go down with me.” "We won't get caught" Steve lifted Billy's head with his chin. This excited Steve having a little bird under his wing. He dreamed about it, sharing his hobby and love for the craft with people, but everyone was dull until Billy. "I’ll make sure of it.” Billy locked eyes with him; bottom lip pulled between his teeth, “Your confidence is reassuring,” he let out a breath, “But hell, if you’ve got the know-how to back up that confidence, then why the fuck not.” Steve smiled at the slight change in Billy, “I’ll take care of the body—for now, you rest” Steve grabbed a loofa hanging off his shower caddy, Covering it in soap. “The guest room is down the hall to your left.” He lifted the loofa up to Billy, nudging him to turn away so that Steve could sidle up behind him. He slid it up towards his shoulders, wiping away blood-splattered there along his neck—pink stained bubbles trailing their way down Billy’s body and over his thick, raised scars. “We will be just fine.”

[imaginehyunjin]

dance room － part 2

a/n: someone really requested a second part huh. This story’s so good I might do a whole cute story with this oh god. Also I see warnings on other people’s posts,,, idk how sorry just take the risk in reading if u know what I mean ;))) or someone send me what to put pls :(((

Word count: 2440

part 1 ● part 2

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You were lost in your own thoughts for a while. You were wet after the sudden encounter. You need to go to the bathroom.

I hate him! God.

You went outside the bathroom after some while, taking a steamy bath, fully refreshed with new clothes. You tried to find jisung, finally catching him talking to chan and changbin in the hallway. You scoffed, they’re probably talking about the team they’re building. jisung already admitted that a team was really getting formed by chan. He didn’t deny when you two talked about it.

“han jisung,” you called out, catching his attention. His friends looked at you too. You just now realize that you also caught hyunjin’s attention at the end of the hallway, leaning sideways to the wall. He was looking at you intensely. You suddenly remembered what happened this morning. You turned your attention back to jisung, anticipating on what you wanted to say. You smiled at him.

“let’s go to the convenience store together,” you grinned, arm slinging around his. Jisung looked at chan, not knowing where to go.

“we were actually planning to go now too,” chan said. Jisung nodded at me and smiled, scratching his head.

“can I come too? I don’t have anyone to accompany me,” you pouted, getting childish infront of chan.

“yeah sure”

 “so are you guys really forming a group?” you asked, slowly getting to the answer you actually wanted. Just to make sure.

“yeah”

“who’s the lucky team members?”

“ we’re planning to get minho, seungmin, felix, hyunjin, jeongin and-”

“oh my god you’re taking jeongin” I said, crying fake tears. “he will be missed, ugh,” you grabbed jisung’s burger just before he takes a bite, taking the advantage and pretending you’re stress eating.

“hey!” jisung cried.

You gave it back after taking a large bite. So it’s true.

“i still don’t understand why hyunjin’s with us,” jisung suddenly said, crossing his arms and leaned against the chair. You laughed, knowing where this is going. You continued eating, trying your best not to join in.

“why?” chan asked. Changbin looks at jisung too, waiting for his response.

“i just have a bad feeling about him,” jisung casually said, glaring at his food.

“just because you have a bad feeling about him doesn’t mean he has no potential,” chan laughed.

 you went back to the company to continue practicing, parting ways. As you were picking a song to play, you can’t help but think about what chan said. ’Just because you have a bad feeling about him doesn’t mean he has no potential.’ it keeps ringing in your head, bugging your conscience. Chan really makes you rethink about your perspectives, huh. You sighed, thinking maybe you and hyunjin both stepped on the wrong foot. Besides, you were like him back then. You didn’t really think about dancing as your passion, but when you stepped in the company, you felt like you can let everything out when dancing. It was your escape.

After putting random songs in the playlist, you started freestyling them all. Watching yourself dance in the wall mirror, you felt good. Body locks everywhere when cool beats goes in, swaying your body when mellow music rings throughout the room. Some sexy songs come in, and you find yourself doing some straight up sensual moves. As you turned yourself around, you jumped out of shock. Hyunjin was by the door, leaning on the wall. How long was he in here?!

“what the fuck are you doing here?” you asked, annoyed because you thought you were alone. You shook your head, going to the counter and turning the music off. You looked at him again, hands resting on your hips as you wait for his response. You couldn’t ignore how hot he looks, god. He’s just wearing a normal white shirt and some jogging pants, and he still looked hot? Unbelievable!

“no, go on, continue what you’re doing,” he said while moving his hands, urging me to continue.

“i said what the fuck are you doing here,” you repeated, blood boiling in your veins. You pitied him for a moment, but his cockiness made you throw it far, far away.

“i was just admiring the view here, wow,” he smirked at me before looking around the room, pretending to be astounded by the interior design.

“you think im kidding?” you asked, your patience getting a little shorter. His eyes pierced through you, screaming anger. He walked to you, eyes never leaving yours. You fought his gaze, but getting nervous and excited as he shortens the gap between you two slowly.

“you want to know?” he said as he completely closes the gap between you, his hands holding the counter in each side of you, your lower back hitting the counter. You have nowhere to go, and his face was an inch from you.

“w-what?” you stuttered. You can’t help but lower your gaze to his lips. You licked your lips unconsciously, tempted to do something crazy. You looked back at his eyes, glinting with darkness.

“i was thinking of continuing what we started, what do you think?” he tilted his head sideways, eyeing your lips. His hands found its way to your waist, kissing you softly.

You didn’t even answer him, arms immediately wrapping around his neck, tilting your head to deepen the kiss. He sucked your lower lip before pushing his tongue inside, exploring your mouth. You moaned in his mouth, sucking his tongue. His hand tightens on your waist before snaking its way in your shirt. He massaged your breast, still wearing your bra. Your hands went up to his hair, fingers tugging in anticipation. He carried you up on the counter, squeezing himself between you.

“i saw you with jisung earlier,” he said after he stopped kissing you. His hand went between your legs, rubbing your clothed heat. He was staring at you darkly, waiting for your reaction. Your head arched backward, getting wet with his hands touching you fully clothed. You looked at him again with pleading eyes. He growled, kissing you roughly, greedy, pressing his thumb harder. You moaned in his mouth, feeling his hand go in your pants, along with your underwear. He swiftly pulls it down to your legs after you wiggled to help him, shuddering at the sudden contact of cold air on your heat.

“what do you mean?” you asked him, breathless. Your head arched back once more, as he inserted 2 fingers inside you. Your breath hitches at the sudden fullness, his long bony fingers pumping you as he looks at you with full attention. You’re panting now as you feel yourself tighten around his fingers, approaching your high.

As you were closing your eyes to welcome your release, hyunjin pulled out. You were about to protest until you saw his eyes flicker with anger and jealousy. He went closer to your ear as his thumb drew circles on your clit painfully slow, leaving you a whimpering mess, wanting to cum already.

“you’re mine, you got that?” he whispers as his lip brushes on your ear, sending shivers down your spine. You nodded immediately, heat pooling more between your legs at the thought of him wanting you to be his, and his only. He looks at you darkly as he puts his fingers in his mouth, tasting you. You whimpered at the gesture, thinking what it would feel if his lips were eating you desperately rough.

“you want to cum that bad?” he smirks at your desperation, parting your legs wider as he went on his knees. Your eyes widen at the realization, moaning louder as his tongue destroys your entrance.

Your eyes close as your brows furrowed at the feeling, threading your fingers through his hair to guide him where you want it. Your uneven breathing and moans rings through the room along with the lewd noises coming from his tongue with your wet folds. He didn’t miss your clit, lips sucking at the sensitive bud ending with loud pops. You can’t help but tighten your hold on his hair, earning a groan from him which sends vibrations in you. You gasped, feeling yourself tighten once again.

You decided to look at him and his tongue fucking you, and you saw him looking at you with lustful eyes. You came undone at the beautiful view, your hand roaming around his scalp. He continues lapping up your juices, your legs quivering at the over stimulation. He stands up, licking his lips as he smirks at your fucked up expression. You stand up also, closing the gap between you two. You smiled as your hand admires his face, he looks back at you, smiling.

“my turn,” you smirked. Before he could register what you just said, you pushed him all the way to the mirrored wall. You didn’t miss the small smile and amused look on hyunjin’s face as his back hits the wall, glad you weren’t a full bottom. You kissed him softly, giving him the full opposite of what he did to you. He easily gave in, cupping your cheeks as he tilts his head sideways for a better entrance. You sucked on his lower lip, pushing your tongue in his mouth. “mmm,” he hums, totally amused by what’s happening.  Your hands travelled everywhere on his body, going from his chest to his shoulders.

Your hands tugged on the hem of his shirt. Hyunjin gets the gesture and removes his shirt, hands landing on your waist immediately as you kissed his neck. Your hands travelled on his chest and stomach, admiring his toned muscles. You squeezed your leg between his legs, kneeing his growing bulge lightly. He whimpers at the sudden contact, head arching back.

“oh now you’re whimpering?” you smirk, reaching down on his bulge. You begin stroking it slowly over the clothing as you watch him, earning low moans from the boy, biting his lip. Your other hand reaches for his chin, making him look at you.

“don’t take your eyes off me, baby,” you tugged at his lip, freeing it from his bite. You kissed him passionately as he surrenders on your lips, his facade crumbling before you. You knew that somehow, there was a soft boy inside him despite the strong look on his face. “I want to hear you,” you whisper, looking at his eyes. he nodded immediately. You smiled, how the tables have turned.

You continued stroking his hard on, hyunjin’s brows furrowing as his eyes looks into you, pleading for your touch. His lips parted, －you hear his silent, uneven breaths－ struggling to control his breathing. “fuck,” you feel yourself getting more wet just by his response as you stroke him.

You kissed him again before going all the way down to his stomach, kneeling in front of him. You reach for the waistband of his jogging pants along with his boxers, freeing his hardened length as it hits his stomach. “mmm,” you hum, mimicking him. You look up to meet his gaze, seeing him panting as he wait for your next move. You started stroking him, earning a low groan from him. Swiping your thumb over the tip, his hips bucked forwards at the sensation. You held his hips with your left hand, keeping him in place. He looked up, breathing heavily. You didn’t bother telling him to keep his eyes on you, as you also liked how his throat looked. You stood up, kissing him on his throat as you jerked him.

“stay still, baby” you said before you bite his shoulder, earning a moan from him. You looked at his face as you continued stroking him, and he looks at you back with needy eyes. You went down again, licking a strip up his length before putting it in your mouth. Hyunjin lets out a loud groan, as you bob up and down on his length. You sucked hard, hollowing your mouth, hearing hyunjin’s pants shallow. You pulled out, earning a loud whimper from him as his knees gave up.

“oh sorry,” you looked at him and smiled, eyeing you with his almost fucked-out eyes.

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three.

In a moment, you found yourself bent out in front of the mirrored wall, holding it for dear life. “watch me fuck you,” hyunjin growls, pushing his length in your core. You screamed, looking at him in the reflection. His eyes darken at your sound, fastening his pace more than ever. You feel like the mirror would break somehow, as you and hyunjin’s groans echo through the room. You feel your core tighten around his length, making hyunjin pull out. You stood up and faced him, ready to question why－

he pushed you to the wall, back aching at the sudden pain. He hooks his arms under your knees, bringing you up to his hips, pinning you to the wall for support. He pushed inside you again, making your head arch back with the sudden change of position. You can’t help but moan at his every thrust, as his tip hits your g-spot. Hyunjin’s uneven groans against your neck wasn’t helping the situation, coming as he bites on your shoulder. He thrusts one more time, coming inside you.

You stayed still there for a while, feeling his length soften inside you. Both of your heavy breaths were the only ones you can hear, until he puts you down. You both were putting on your clothes back, thinking to yourself you needed another shower. Hyunjin goes at the door, stopping for a bit to look at you. You arched your brow, anticipating what he wanted to say.

“let’s eat together sometime.”

[melonmarky]

Spillage | Jung Jaehyun (yoonoh)

words: 2.2k

Genre: smut ۵

Pairing: fratboy!jaehyun, collegestudent!reader

Rating: 18+

Warnings: underage drinking, swearing, dirty talk, blowjob

Synopsis: It could’ve been the way the colored light reflected off you, how good you looked in that skirt, or maybe it was just the alcohol running through both of your veins that started the spill into a great night.

“I’ll be right back, I promise!” And she’s gone... Leaving you all alone in this party at an unfamiliar house. You didn’t mind a good party but tonight was just not your night. You’ve been pretty busy lately due to school and work, you just have so much on your plate. ‘It would be fun’ they said, ‘It’ll be the best’ they said. Yeah, so much for them, abandoning you the moment we got here. You had thought it would be a good stress reliever, but upon arriving, you changed your mind. You lean against the least sweat covered wall in the living room and watch the people dance around. Everyone was having fun, laughing, drinking. You were probably brought here as a designated driver. Were you not fun enough to party with? You’re fun... right? You know what? Screw it! You’re not a drunk rescuer. You were gonna have fun! After your new mindset change, you soon headed towards what you assumed was the kitchen. Walking in, low and behold was a full array of liquor waiting to be drunk. You take one of the plastic cups on the island and fill it to the brim with what you think is flavored vodka. You proceed to gulp it all down, the small burn at the back of your throat getting stronger.

It had started with one cup and now you were on your third, or maybe fourth. Oh, who cared?! You most certainly didn’t. You were in the middle of where most of the dancing took place, the living room. You danced to the beat under the homemade disco ball. The colored lights were the only things letting you see around you. Immersed in the song you soon forgot where you even were or what was even happening. You could only close your eyes and focus on the beat. The song soon comes to a stop and right away you are whipped out of your trance. Opening your eyes you look around you until something catches your attention. You look in their direction only to see them staring back at you. You couldn’t see much but the view wasn’t bad from what you could tell. He was wearing a denim jacket with a plain white t-shirt and some jeans. It was a simple outfit but did it look good on him. The man gave you what you think is a small smirk and walked right out of the room. What even was that? Whatever, you thought. All you knew right now was you needed more booze.

After what seemed like forever from going to the bathroom you seem to succeed in pushing through all the sweaty bodies and finally make it back to the kitchen. There, when you’re about to go pour yourself some more vodka you hear your name called. “Y/N! I’ve been looking for you everywhere!” Your friend yells over the music. You found that hard to believe, you were in the living room dancing for everyone to see, she could’ve easily found you. But you don’t say anything and just manage a small Oh. “Hey some of the guys want to do some party games or whatever, why don’t you come?” She looks up at you pleading with her eyes and holding onto your arm. “I don’t know... I was doing fine dancing.” You turn around and resume looking for that bottle of vodka you had come to really like. “Oh c’mon! It’ll be fun! Please?” Your friend sticks out her lip while she batts her eyelashes. “Okay, fine”.

Oos can be heard when the bottle lands on some blonde chick. The guy next to her gets visibly upset and leaves, with the girl calling after him. It was like the millionth spin and the game did not get any more exciting. Peaking at your friend you see her flirting with some random and take it as your chance to leave. Proud of your stealth you go to reward yourself with some more booze as it was now wearing off and you could feel yourself sober up a ton after that awful game. Turning the corner into the kitchen you suddenly come into contact with a sturdy chest. The drink in their hand spilling onto them. “I’m so sorry!” You then look up to see who’s shirt you just ruined. It was him. Or at least you think it was.

The denim jacket, the white t-shirt, it had to be him. Looking back up at his face you catch his eyes looking back at you. Yup, it definitely was him. After a couple of seconds you break the silence, “Ugh, let's get you some paper towels”. Taking his hand you guide him inside of the kitchen. Looking around you spot the paper towel roll...empty. You sigh to yourself and turn to look up at him, thinking of what to do next. “Look its fine I can just cha-“ you interrupt him. “The bathroom! C’mon”. Grabbing his arm again he follows you up the steps and into the bathroom. You immediately head to get some small hand towels you had seen while you were in there. You find them and bring them back to the guy leaning on the sink. “Thank you for this, but I was going to tell you that I can just change into a new shirt, I live here.” He chuckles. You suddenly feel embarrassed and look anywhere but his face, your cheeks turning a noticeable red color. You had dragged this man all around the house when he could’ve just changed his shirt all along. Maybe that's why he was so calm about spilling something on his shirt.

“Hey it's okay, don’t worry about it. Plus, I don’t mind someone dragging me places if she looks as good as you”. You freeze for a second. Thinking you didn’t hear clearly you look up at him to find that same smirk from earlier. “W-what”. He comes off of the sink. “You heard me ”. He starts walking closer to you, there under the bathroom light you really get a good look at his face. He’s beautiful. Probably the hottest person you laid your eyes on. Your hands start getting sweaty as you gulp. The space between you has now gotten very thin. Right there it was just the two of you in that bathroom, staring at each other. “Can I kiss you?” He leans a bit forward. You nod your head yes. “Use your words, baby”. You nod again and let out a yes.

There he closes the gap between you and kisses you. You put your hands up to his face, one on his cheek and the other around his neck. You can feel the lust and desperation in the heated kiss. He puts his hands on your waist and guides your body to against the sink. Wiping his tongue across your lip and you accept, allowing both of your tongues to explore the other's mouth. You soon both separate your lips and you get onto the sink counter. Making his way in lust-filled pecks from your mouth to your neck, you bring your head back against the mirror. His hands are planted a bit underneath your skirt, rubbing circles on your skin. You moan as you bring your hand in his hair, tugging at the roots. This felt so good, you wanted to take it farther with this stranger.

Mid hair pull you realized that you didn't even know this handsome stranger’s name. Letting go of his hair and placing them on his cheeks you brought his face back up to yours. “And what name will I be screaming tonight Mr. Handsome stranger?” Biting his lip, he then opened his mouth. “Jaehyun. My name’s Jaehyun.” With that, you place your lips back on his soft ones. Kissing him was like heaven, but you wanted to experience more. “Why don't we get a little comfier and head to your room?” You kiss the spot behind his ear. “Sounds good”.

He brings you off the counter taking your hand and guides you to the second door connected to the bathroom. After both of you are inside, he makes sure to lock both doors in his room for privacy. Finished, you start to get closer to each other, lips crashing together. You play with the hem of his shirt with your fingers, getting the signal he stops the kiss and pulls it over his head. You take that time for you to take your own shirt off. You find each other's lips again this time with more need laced in. Jaehyun’s fingers reach down to your skirt zipper, bringing it down. “Ever since I saw you dancing down there, I've been fucking dying to take this little skirt off you”. He says in between kisses. His pants are discarded and now both of you are left in your underwear the tension thick in the air. He sits on the ledge of the bed opening his legs inviting you to come closer. You put your legs over his straddling him. The kissing is rougher this time, desperation felt between both of you. He traces his fingers up your spine and onto your bra clasp undoing it quickly. You back away a bit and your bra slips off, he discards it onto the floor. Jaeheyun brings his hands to your tits and massages each, giving them both much attention. “Shit, you’re so fucking hot”.

You moan as he continuously massages your breasts and kisses your neck. You slide your hand down his defined torso and reach his navel. Jaehyun’s boxers are the only thing between you and his dick. Oh, how you most definitely did not think your night would end up this way. Toying with the waistband of his boxers with your fingers, he gets the message and takes them off. Him sitting back on the ledge, you kneel down in front of him, your face lined up with his cock. He was on the bigger side, his angry pink head, precum beading at the tip. You drag your fingertip across the shaft causing his breath to hitch. His confident demeanor getting softer only after a few touches. Who knew? You take this chance to lick a stripe up his length soon taking him in your mouth. “Fuck”. He whined. Hollowing your cheeks a bit more while stroking at a steady pace you could feel his dick throb in your mouth. With his eyes closed and head back, moans fall from his pretty lips. Even like this, he looked so beautiful, captivating you while you sucked on his dick.

“L-let me return the favor”. Jaehyun had to lift you up, your mouth coming off his cock with a subtle pop. You shake your head,” No it’s fine, I just really need you right now”. He nods, bringing you up to his level and giving you a quick peck. Turning you around, you lay your back against the bed. He looks at your clothed heat lustfully. You can feel the patches of wet spots on your underwear, you couldn’t take it anymore, you needed him. You take off your panties leaving your cunt on full display for him. “You’re so wet, holy shit”. Jaehyun brings his fingers to your folds and over your clit, rubbing soft circles. You moan at the touch, the need getting to the point of unbearable. Jaehyun walks around getting a condom from a drawer and quickly sliding it on.

He nears you taking the tip of his cock and rubbing it against your folds. He then slowly pushed into your entrance, he was bigger than you expected. You clenched your walls around him as he pushed deeper. Moans were let out into the air. Jaehyun dips his head into the crook of your neck, his warm breath fanning over your shoulder. “J-Jaehyun”. You whined. He started to pick up on his pace. Still slow but steady. It felt so good. Seeing as you adjusted well, Jaehyun thought to speed up. He couldn't hold back anymore, and slammed into you, deeper than before. Picking up speed you’re left a moaning and sweaty mess. You find your arms around Jaehyun’s toned back, your fingers running along the muscles. You can tell he’s almost at his limit, slowing his pumps a bit. His strokes get sloppier than before, his cock twitches inside of you. “I’m close” you moan. He brings his thumb down to your clit, rubbing it in circles. Soon enough you feel your release approaching. The feeling building up till you explode. “I-I’m gonna come”. Seconds later you came on Jaehyun’s cock, you moan into his shoulder your back arching a bit off the bed. “F-fuck, I'm coming”. Not long after Jaehyun lets out a deep grown followed by more twitching and him cumming in you.

After tying and throwing the condom in the bathroom trash, Jaehyun returned with a hand towel in case you wanted to clean up. You thanked him and cleaned off any of you dripped juices. Soon you both were lying on the bed, just basking in the feeling of each other’s warmth. He perched himself on his elbows, turning to look at you. “I just realized, I never got your name”. Smiling you turn your body towards him. “It’s Y/N.”

A/N: I didn't know how to end this im so sorry, i’ll probably think of something and edit it in later. But sorry if it's long or not good but here you go, this is my first smut work, constructive criticism pls!

[theladyofdeath]

V O I D { T W O }

Chapter 2. An ACOTAR fanfiction.

Nessian. Elriel. Feysand.

T R I G G E R  W A R N I N G : sexual abuse, self-harm. For more, see my post from last night by clicking here.

Previous chapters:  Fanfic Masterlist

“My thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellations.” - John Green, The Fault in our Stars

“That’s what you’re wearing?”

Feyre blinked, looking down at her outfit. She was wearing ripped jeans, laced boots, and a short-sleeved cropped top. She didn’t see what the big deal was. The hem of her shirt almost touched the high-waisted band of her jeans. A small, pale sliver of skin was all that showed.

“Yes,” she said, going to step past her father. 

He moved in the way of her path. “I think you should go change.”

Feyre rolled her eyes. “Elain is waiting for me in the car. Let me through before I’m late for my first day.”

“I will,” he said, crossing his arms, looking so much like Nesta that Feyre felt the need to cringe, “when you put on another shirt.”

Feyre didn’t move. “I’m almost eighteen years old. I’m almost an adult. You can’t tell me what I can and cannot wear. I’m not a child.”

“You’re not eighteen yet,” he said. “My house, my rules.”

Feyre took a deep breath. “And what? When I’m eighteen, it’ll all magically change overnight?”

Isaac began to rub his temples. “I’m not going to argue with you. Go change.”

Feyre turned around and stomped through the house. Instead of going upstairs, though, she went through the backdoor. It was a beautiful, warm, early-September morning. The sun was already fairly high in the sky as Feyre rounded the front of their house in the city of Velaris and found Elain sitting in her running, bright yellow convertible.

She smiled. “It’s about time.”

“Dad decided he wanted a last minute argument,” she mumbled, falling into the passenger side. “Alright, take me to hell.”

Elain laughed, putting her car in reverse. “Now that we don’t live near Nesta, are you the cynical one?” 

Feyre grinned. “Someone has to be, right? Besides, dad pisses me off. Nothing I ever do is good enough when I literally spend all my time working my ass off. I worked two jobs this summer, and he never once told me good job Feyre, you’re doing great. No, instead he has to get onto me about something. It’s like he looks for something to get on to me about.”

Elain glanced over at her sister as they sped down the road. “He loves you. You know that.”

Feyre nodded, but she didn’t know that.

The only one their father had ever shown much affection toward was Elain after the death of their mother. Perhaps it was because, out of the three of them, she looked the least like their mother.

Neither of them said anything more as they rode to school, the warm breeze flowing through their hair. Feyre wasn’t sure what to expect. She had liked her old school just fine, but she had heard good things about Velaris High. As they pulled into the parking lot, though, she had never realized just how big it was. Her last school had been tiny in comparison.

Students were everywhere, all in groups laughing and talking amongst one another.

Feyre’s nerves began to set in.

“I’ll be going to cheer tryouts after school,” Elain said, “so, if you want a ride home it won’t be until four-thirty.”

Feyre nodded, but she could hardly hear her sister’s words. Her eye had caught on the boy Elain had parked next to.

He was sitting in the bed of what Feyre assumed was his truck, downing a soda as he caught her eye.

And grinned.

His violet eyes sparked to life.

Under her breath, Feyre cursed. “Seriously?”

He hopped down from the truck bed as Feyre got out of Elain’s car. He was wearing all black, a short sleeved shirt and jeans, and Feyre imagined that he had to be burning up.

But, he wasn’t sweating, wasn’t even glistening. 

“Good morning. Enjoy your pizza last night? Made it myself.”

One of his friends, still sitting in the truck bed, with nearly white hair, scoffed. “No he didn’t.”

The boy rolled his eyes. “This is Kallias. Beside him is his girlfriend, Viv, and that’s Helion.”

They all waved. Feyre, not wanting to be completely rude, waved back.“

And this is…” he paused, waiting for a name.

“Feyre,” Elain said, coming up behind her, when her sister said nothing. “I’m Elain. We just moved here at the beginning of the summer.”

He grinned, not taking his eyes, those damn, beautiful eyes, from Feyre’s. “I’m Rhys. It’s such a pleasure to meet you.”

~~~

“What the fuck did you do to your hair?”

Nesta had gone to his apartment and he hadn’t said as much as a hello before the scolding began.

“Making a statement,” she said, shrugging, as if his question hadn’t been a slap in the face.

“You look ridiculous,” he said, closing the door behind her.

She didn’t bother to correct him. 

“What have you been doing today?” she asked, sitting on his couch. “Good day at work?”

He shrugged. “Yeah, I guess.”

The moment his ass hit the couch his hand was working its way up her thigh. 

“Didn’t you start classes today?”

Nesta nodded. “I just had one. This morning.”

She almost hadn’t gotten out of bed to go, but she didn’t bother to tell him that. He would just scold her about that, too.

His fingers reached between her thighs and he rubbed, gently. Before she knew it, his mouth was on her neck and he was pushing her back, lying over her.

“Tomas,” she began, pushing on his chest.

He didn’t take the hint.

His mouth pressed against hers and she cringed.

He was too heavy for her to push off. She was already small, and she hadn’t been eating much lately or sleeping well.

Weak.

She was weak.

“Tomas,” she said again, panic beginning to set in. “Stop.”

He didn’t. His hand slid beneath her shirt, his hips against her own, pinning her body in place.

“I’m not in the mood,” she said into his mouth.

He cupped her breast, thrusting his hips into hers, reaching for the band of her leggings with his free hand.

“Stop!” she yelled, beginning to slap at his back. “I’ve asked you to stop!”

He pulled back, slightly. His eyes were lit with anger as he said, “You’re an idiot.”

“It’s okay for me to say no sometimes,” she hissed.

He shook his head. “Do you realize how stupid you sound?”

Stupid. Idiot. No personality.

“I’m not in the mood,” she repeated, shoving at his chest again.

“Then I’ll get you in the mood,” he snapped back.

Stupid.

Idiot.

No personality.

Worthless, pathetic, useless.

Nesta said nothing more as he stripped her down and explored her body. She didn’t move, didn’t speak, hardly breathed as he did as he wished.

Her emotions turned off, the little she felt going completely numb as she lied there, staring at the ceiling as he moved in and out of her.

His hand crept up to her throat and pushed.

She felt like she couldn’t breathe.

But she didn’t care. She didn’t want to breathe, anyway.

“You like that?” he asked, grunting as he pushed, his hand around her throat tightening as he neared his climax.

Nesta said nothing as her vision began to cloud.

She closed her eyes, counting the seconds until it was over.

“You could have at least pretended like you were into it,” he hissed, once he was finished, as he crawled off of her and walked into the washroom. Nesta lied perfectly still, not bothering to wash him off her as tears slid down her cold, porcelain cheeks. 

~~~~

Feyre sat on the bleachers, watching potential cheerleaders gather on the gym floor.

She had walked away from Rhys that morning, determined to ignore him all day. She didn’t know what it was about him, but something about him rubbed her the wrong way.

She knew for a fact that it wasn’t because he was undoubtedly handsome.

“Are you here for cheer tryouts?”

Feyre blinked, realizing the blonde girl in front of her was talking to her.

“Oh, um,” Feyre began, struggling to find words. “No, I’m just waiting for my sister.”

She lifted a brow. “Are you sure? Open tryouts. We have a lot of spots we need to fill. Come on, give it a shot.”

Her smile was warm, and Feyre almost felt guilty when she said, “No, sorry, cheer isn’t really...my thing.”

The girl wasn’t offended. Her smile just brightened. “Fair enough. If you change your mind, feel free to jump in at any time.”

With that, she turned around and went to the center of the gym. “Hello, cheerleaders! My name is Mor. I’m captain of this squad and the one who’ll be deciding if you’ve got what it takes to cheer for VHS!”

Feyre spotted Elain on the far side of the court, brown eyes bright. She looked like she was doing okay. Elain was a fairly confident girl, and she was a great cheerleader. Realizing she didn’t need Feyre sitting there the entire time, she got up and quietly exited the gym, if only so Mor wouldn’t approach her again.

She seemed nice but awfully pushy. The halls were quiet.

Feyre liked the school better this way. She hadn’t had a bad day. It had really all been a blur. She had six classes, with lunch right in the middle. She had eaten alone, but she hadn’t minded that much, either.

Feyre went past her locker, down the arts wing. The art room was empty and, to her dismay, locked.

A sweet, soft sound traveled down the hall from the last room on the left. A guitar, acoustic, and a male’s voice. She couldn’t make out his words. It was as if he wasn’t quite confident in what he was singing, but Feyre was entranced.

She walked closer with quiet footsteps.

The door to the music room was open, but Feyre didn’t enter. Instead, she stood off to the side, peeking in as far as she could without being noticed.

There he sat, hunched over a black acoustic guitar, bangs hanging in his eyes as he sang a melody. His fingers moved expertly across the fretboard, picking the strings without fault.

Rhys. The grin he’d had during their two encounters was gone. His eyes were closed, his mouth softly hanging open as he played, as he sang.

His voice was beautiful, captivating, melodic.

Feyre leaned against the wall just outside of the music room and simply listened.

Beautiful.

It was beautiful.

She stayed there, listening, until the music stopped and she heard him walking across the room. Without another thought, Feyre ran back down the hall and into the girl’s room, where she hid until she saw him walk past.

His voice replayed in her mind for the rest of the day.

~~~~

Nesta had left Tomas shortly after their encounter on the couch that afternoon.

She’d gone home, turned off her phone, and turned on a movie. When she realized she had no idea what was going on between the characters on screen, she went into her bathroom and filled the bathtub.

Now, she was lying in a pool of lukewarm water, staring at her forearms.

The skin was not hard to break.

She looked at her wounds and still felt nothing.

It was funny how quickly the pain faded. She went from numb, to crying from the sting of the blade, right back to numbness. That moment of feeling was short lived, but it was nearly the only time she felt anything.

Even when she was crying, even when she was screaming, she felt nothing.

Depression is strange.

You feel nothing at all while feeling everything at once. It doesn’t make sense to those who have never felt it, and Nesta envied those who had never felt it. It’s like a war going on inside of your mind at all times, but there’s never an ending, and there’s never a winner. Each battle ends the same way: in nothing but numbness. 

Emptiness.

Stupid.

Idiot.

No personality.

Worthless. She felt worthless. 

She had no idea who she was anyone, had lost the sense of who she was a long time ago.

She looked at her arms, at the streaks of crimson that would soon heal and scar.

And she hated herself even more.

~~~~~

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Long Live Rock (Non Reader Insert)

Title: Long Live Rock

Summary: Sequel to The Day the Music Died. Sam and Dean stumble upon a town where the residents were rockstars.

Warnings: M/M smut, bottom!Sam (Not wincest), angst, sad Sam

AN: So, here’s this. And please check out my Patreon so I can keep making things like this! And please no hate. I can’t really take it.

It had been a while since Sam had come home from 1959. He almost acted like a heartbroken lover at times. And Dean would catch him humming some of Buddy’s songs when he walked around the bunker. And when Charlie found out, she asked a million and one questions. Dean was sure that it was hard for Sam to talk about, but the light that shined in Sam’s eyes when he talked about Buddy, Waylon, Ritchie, JP, and Maria was something that Dean hadn’t seen in a long, long time.

“They sound amazing!” Charlie said. “And with Maria still alive, at least you still have a friend to talk to.” Sam shrugged.

“I have a picture from Bobby’s stuff of him and me meeting Waylon at the South Dakota state fair. Bobby said it was just a depressed drunk, kinda acting weird around us. But I guess it’s because he knew me when as an adult, and he just met me as a kid.”

“That is so meta! It’s awesome!” Charlie laughed. “You need to write a book or something.”

“I think I’ll just stick to my memories.” Sam smiled at her.

“So, what’s next for you two?” Charlie asked.

“Well, Kevin has a couple of books in Wichita he wants us to pick up for him. So we’re going to do that.” Dean told her. “Wanna come?”

“And miss my chance to explore your lair? No thank you.” Charlie winked at Dean.

“Just try not to wake up any more wicked witches.” Sam joked.

“Oh, believe me, I won’t.” She stood up.

“Just stay out of my room,” Dean said. “I have everything exactly the way I want it.”

“Okay, okay. I won’t.” Charlie rolled her eyes some.

“We’ll be back,” Sam said. “Just have fun and don’t get into too much trouble.”

“I’ll try.” Charlie headed off to go exploring, leaving Sam and Dean shaking their heads and laughing.

“She has way too much energy,” Dean said. “Think we can siphon some off?”

“I don’t think we could handle her energy.” Sam joked. “Come on, let’s get going.”

****

“Why couldn’t Kevin have just ordered these books through Amazon?” Dean asked as they headed towards Wichita. The sky looked like it was just going to start storming at any minute. The radio was being a little bitch and would only play sometimes. And Sam wasn’t in a very talkative mood.

“I guess they don’t sell word of god on Prime,” Sam said with a shrug. Dean sighed.

That’s when they passed a sign saying Welcome to Azmar: Home of the Best Pie in Kansas.

“Sammy,” Dean said. “We have to stop.”

“What? Why?” Sam asked.

“Best pie in Kansas? I have to be the judge of that.” He laughed. Sam sighed.

“Sure. We can stop.” Sam said, leaning back in his seat. Dean smiled and parked the car in front of Patsy’s Diner. It had a banner hanging that said: “Best Pie in All of Kansas: America, You’re Next”.

“Challenge accepted,” Dean said. Sam was looking around. “Sammy, aren’t you hungry?”

“Yeah. There’s just a couple stores I want to check out.” Sam said. “Why don’t you go ahead and if I get hungry, I’ll come by.”

“Suit yourself,” Dean said with a shrug. He headed into the diner, leaving Sam standing out on the sidewalk. Sam looked over at a storefront. Romeo’s Place. It was a bookstore and cat sanctuary according to the lettering on the window. Sam pushed open the door and headed in, immediately being greeted by several cats.

“Uh, hey kitties,” Sam said, bending down to pet some of them.

“Hello, darling.” A man at the counter said with a bit of a laugh. “What are you looking for?”

“I...I’m not sure,” Sam said, looking around.

“Not all who wander are lost, darling.” The guy said. Sam turned and got a good look at him then, his eyes widening some. “What is it?”

“Has anyone ever told you that you look like Freddie Mercury?” Sam asked. The man laughed.

“Only all the time. And I guess it works because my name is Freddie.” He said. He scanned Sam up and down as the cats continued to rub up against him. “You know, I think you might find what you’re looking for next door,” Freddie told Sam.

“What’s next door?” Sam asked.

“Charles’ Music Emporium is on one side, and Penny Lane Market is a couple of storefronts down.” Freddie explained to Sam. “Might do you some good to go to one of those.”

“Uh, sure,” Sam said with a shrug. “Thanks.” He turned and left them. Freddie smiled as one of the cats jumped up on the counter.

“What do you say, Delilah? Do you think we’re going to get that grumpy man out of his funk?” Freddie said, scratching his cat’s head. She just purred and rubbed up against him. “I hope so darling. I hope so.”

****

“Welcome to Patsy’s diner. What can I get you?” A woman asked as she came up to Dean’s table. She hair was done up in a half beehive and she had winged eyeliner and tattoos on her arms. Dean looked up at her, a little in shock. “Hey, you okay? I got other customers if you’re not ready.”

“Uh, can I just get started with a coffee...Amy?” Dean asked, reading her nametag.

“Sure thing.” She said, leaving Dean’s table. Dean glanced at the menu before looking outside. He watched as Sam left the cat sanctuary place and he rolled his eyes.

“Kid better not be getting a damn cat,” Dean grumbled. He watched him for a moment, watching how he was looking around, unsure of where to go. Dean pulled out his phone and called him.

“Yeah?” Sam answered.

“Get in here and eat,” Dean told him. “You look like an idiot.”

“Um...yeah okay. I’m coming.” Sam hung up and crossed the street to the diner, finding Dean easily and taking a seat.

“Dude, you okay?” Dean asked. Sam blinked a few times.

“I could’ve sworn I just met Freddie Mercury,” Sam told him. Dean didn’t laugh.

“Well, I think I just met Amy Winehouse,” Dean told him, motioning over at the waitress who was taking someone else’s order. “And what were you doing out there, looking around.”

“He told me that what I’m looking for might be next door. There’s a music store right next to the cat place and I just felt a connection there.”

“Think we should leave?” Dean asked. “You and connections aren’t always a good thing.”

“I’m fine,” Sam said, shaking his head. Amy came back over then to get their orders  Sam got a salad and Dean ordered a barbecue burger. Dean and Sam were both scanning the diner, trying to figure out what was going on here. Sam looked out the window then and pointed to two guys walking down the street with dogs. “Holy shit.”

“What?” Dean asked, looking.

“That looks like Sid Vicious. And Kurt Cobain.” Sam said. He looked at Dean. “Where the hell are we?”

“I don’t know,” Dean said. Amy sat his burger down in front of him and he took a big bite. “But wherever it is, it has great food. My god, this burger is amazing.” Sam nodded and picked at his salad while Dean had his burger and ordered some pie and ice cream, which was just as amazing as the burger had been.

“Well Sammy, I don’t know about you, but I’d kinda like to stay the night here and see what’s going on ” Dean said, leaning back in the booth. Sam kept looking outside. “Sammy, you hear me?”

“Huh? Oh yeah.” Sam said. “Here’s some money for all this. I’m gonna go check out that music store.”

“Gonna take up the kazoo?” Dean asked with a laugh. Sam rolled his eyes and headed out of the diner. He made his way back across the street to Charles’ Music Emporium. He pushed open the door, making the little bell ring above it. There were instruments out on display and sheet music sitting around. Sam took it all in. He didn’t really think this was his place and turned to leave.

“Welcome to Charles’ Music Emporium. Is there anything I can help you with?” A voice asked. Why did it sound so damn familiar?

“I was just looking,” Sam said, turning around to look at who spoke. And when they locked eyes, neither knew what to say for a moment or two. “B-Buddy?” Sam asked.

“Oh my god. Sam.” Buddy gasped. “What are you doing here?”

“I was going to ask you the same thing. You’re…”

The demon plunged a knife into Buddy’s side.

Buddy reached up and grabbed Sam’s hand. “A-are w-w-we going to d-die?”

“S-Sam!”

“Dead?” Buddy asked. Sam nodded. “It’s hard to explain. I’m dead, but I’m alive. I’m in this town and we’re all alive and dead and…” Sam stopped him then by wrapping him in a hug. Buddy instantly returned it, holding on to Sam like he might disappear if he let go. “God Sam, I missed you so much.”

“I miss you too,” Sam said. “Everywhere I went reminded me of you and…” It was Buddy’s turn to cut Sam off then. But instead of a hug, he kissed him. Just like that night Davenport when it was just the two of them alone. Sam didn’t pull back that night, and he didn’t pull back now.

“Sammy,” Buddy whispered, resting his forehead against Sam’s. “I was in heaven and you were there, but it wasn’t the same. I could just feel that it wasn’t real, no matter how real they tried to make it.” He kissed Sam again, holding on to him. Heaven had gotten a lot of the details right, but there was something missing that made their Sam different than his.

His. God, what was he thinking?

Buddy and Sam were both about to say something when the door starting to be opened distracted them and they pulled away from each other as Dean came in. He took one look at Sam and knew something was up. Especially because Sam looked happy. And that was something Sam just didn’t do.

“So I found us a room for the night. Get this, it’s called that Morrison Hotel. And dude, I think Jim Morrison runs the place.” Dean said.

“He does,” Buddy said. Dean looked around Sam to see who had spoken.

“Dean, this is Buddy. Buddy Holly.” Sam said with a smile on his face. “Buddy, this is my brother Dean.”

“Oh, you’re Dean!” Buddy said, offering his hand. “It’s great to finally meet you. Sam spoke very highly of you.”

“Dude, is this the Buddy Holly that you went back to 1959 and met?” Dean asked, shaking Buddy’s hand. A small blush spread on Sam’s face.

“Yeah.” He said. He looked around. “Are the others here?” He asked.

“Waylon and all of them?” Buddy asked. Sam nodded. “I haven’t seen them. But that doesn’t mean they aren’t here.” Sam nodded. Dean stood there awkwardly.

“Uh, should I go?” Dean asked. “Were you two in the middle of something?” Sam and buddy glanced at each other before shaking their heads. “Okay well, let’s go to the room and get settled before scoping out the town.”

“Yeah, okay.” Sam looked at Buddy. “I’ll see you later, okay?”

“Yeah,” Buddy said, a little upset but nothing he couldn’t handle. “What room are you guys in?”

“5A,” Dean said. Buddy nodded and watched as Sam and Dean left.

****

“So, what exactly happened between you and Buddy back in ‘59?” Dean asked as they got to the motel. “Were you two just friends or…”

“We were just friends,” Sam said, looking around the room.

“Hmmm. Sure. Whatever you say, Sammy.” Dean said. Sam turned and glared at him. “Well, I’m going to go hit up that bar in town and see what I can find out. What are you going to do?”

“Research,” Sam said. Dean rolled his eyes.

“Spoilsport.” He said. “I’ll be back later.” With that, he left. Sam showered, standing under the warm water for a while. He wasn’t used to places they stayed in to actually have this much hot water available. He changed into a pair of comfy pants and a shirt. They always took bags with them, even on simple runs. You never knew went a simple run could turn into a three-day hunt and you could only wear the same underwear so many days in a row.

Sam settled on his bed, ready to start doing a little research on things, when there was a knock at the door. Carefully, Sam got up and went to the door, opening it slightly to see Buddy standing there.

“Hey,” Sam said, a smile lighting up his face. He opened the door to let Buddy in. “What are you doing here?”

“I thought we could catch up,” Buddy said with a shrug. “Where’s Dean?”

“He went out,” Sam said. “I opted to stay in.”

“Lucky for me then.” Buddy laughed. Sam shut the door behind Buddy as he took off his jacket and laid it on a chair. “So, how have you been Sam? Really?”

“Honestly, I felt like my heart broke when you died,” Sam told him. “I know that it’s stupid.”

“It’s not stupid,” Buddy said. “I remember things. When that demon possessed me and hit you. Then the time between him leaving me and the plane crashing. I remember holding on to you. I remember you being taken from me.” He set down on Dean’s bed as Sam set on his own. “There were so many things I wanted to say before we died together that I didn’t get a chance to. Things that at the time, would’ve probably gotten me put in jail or killed.”

“Buddy,” Sam said softly, seeing how upset he was getting. But Buddy just shook his head.

“I…” Buddy looked away from Sam so he couldn’t see the rejection. “I love you, Sam.”

“Buddy.” Sam moved to kneel in front of him, looking up into his eyes. “I love you too Buddy.” He held his hands in his. Buddy looked down at him with a smile before he stood up, pulling Sam with him, and kissed him deeply. Buddy held Sam close as he deepened the kiss. When they parted, one look told the other that they wanted this.

Buddy pulled off Sam’s shirt as he kissed his neck, hearing the small noises Sam made as he did. Sam took off Buddy’s glasses and laid them on the table so there wasn’t a chance of breaking them. Buddy took Sam’s hand then and led him to the bed, pulling him on to it with him.

“Do you want this?” Sam asked, leaning into Buddy’s touch.

“I’ve wanted this since the day Waylon brought you to the house,” Buddy told him, kissing him deeply. As Buddy kissed Sam, Sam made work of unbuttoning Buddy’s shirt and sliding it off of him. Sam pushed Buddy to lay back on the bed before he started kissing down his chest, working his pants and underwear off of him as he did. Buddy couldn’t stop the moans that slipped from his lips as he watched Sam.

“Sam.” Buddy sighed. He closed his eyes as Sam took him into his mouth, sucking on the head for a little bit. It didn’t take long for Buddy to respond “Oh fuck Sam.” Sam took him deeper, swallowing him all the way down. Once Buddy hit the back of Sam’s throat, Sam started to move his head. Buddy gripped the blanket and threw his head back. Fuck, if he had known that it was going to feel this good, he would’ve fallen into bed with Sam back in Milwaukee.

This went on for a little longer before Buddy touched Sam’s cheek, getting him to look up at him.

“You can stop.” He said. “I don’t want this to be over yet.” Sam moved his mouth off of Buddy slowly, sitting back on the floor. Buddy set up and helped Sam to his feet, working him out of his pants. “Do you have anything for this?”

“I have lube,” Sam said with a blush. “It makes it easier to jack off sometimes.” Buddy smiled as Sam’s blush. “I want you to do it.”

“Are you sure?” Buddy asked. Sam nodded. “Then get on the bed.” Sam nodded, but first, he grabbed the lube that was in his bag. Sometimes it came in handy for other things, but Sam mainly kept it hidden there for those brief moments he had to himself. He handed the bottle to Buddy before getting on the bed.

“I can do the prep part,” Sam said. “I do it often and it’s not too bad.”

“I get a show?” Buddy asked with a wink. Sam laughed some and nodded.

“I’ll need the lube though.” He said. Buddy nodded and handed it to Sam. He watched Sam put some on his fingers and pushed them into himself, stretching himself to fit Buddy. If Buddy wasn’t already hard, he would have been right then. Sam took his time working himself open, when he felt his fingers being pulled from himself and replaced by Buddy’s.

“Fuck.” Sam moaned. Buddy had been watching and taking notes, and he was sure he knew what to do. What Sam liked. He had Sam a withering mess on the bed in no time, and not long after that, Sam was begging. “Buddy, please.”

“Hold on baby.” He said, slowly pulling his fingers out and using the lube to slick himself up. “I’ll take care of you.” He crawled between Sam’s open legs, lined himself up, and slowly started to push into him, making Sam gasp.

“Fuck,” Sam whispered, closing his eyes. He had been with guys before, but something about being with Buddy was different. He wasn’t sure if it was actually love, or lust, or what. But he wanted only Buddy and no one else in his life. He spread his legs as far as he could as Buddy settled between them, like it was where he always belonged.

“God, this feels amazing ” Buddy whispered, holding himself up as natural instinct took over and he moved his hips slowly. “You look amazing.” He leaned down and kissed Sam gently, nipping at his bottom lip some. “I love you.”

“I love you,” Sam whispered back. Buddy pulled back some to find a pace that would work for both of them. Sam held on to him, the intensity fueling him. Every time Buddy brushed his prostate, it was like seeing stars. Sam knew that it wouldn’t be much longer.

“Sammy, I’m close,” Buddy whispered in his ear. He placed gentle kisses on his neck.

“M-me too,” Sam told him. He held on to Buddy tighter as he felt Buddy’s thrusts getting sloppy, his need to cum overcoming the pace they had going. And Sam was thankful, because he was ready.

Not too much longer and Buddy was cumming in Sam, moaning his name over and over and praising Sam as Sam came between them.

“Oh fuck,” Buddy whispered, slowly pulling out of Sam and laying beside him. “We should have done that sooner.”

Buddy wrapped an arm around Sam, holding him close to him. Sam rested his head on Buddy’s shoulder, letting himself relax and feel safe. Buddy was tired, so was Sam, but they were both so happy. Buddy traced shapes on Sam’s bare skin for a moment as he tried to think of the right words.

“Sam,” Buddy said softly.

“Yeah?” Sam answered. Buddy took a second before he spoke up.

“The world has given us another chance.” He said. “Will you marry me?” Sam looked up at him.

“Are you sure you want that?” Sam asked. Buddy nodded.

“More than anything.” He told him. Sam smiled and nodded.

“They yes. I will.”

They drifted off to sleep then, holding on to each other.

****

It was early morning when Dean unlocked the room door and stumbled in, a shit eating grin on his face.

“Man Sammy, you missed it.” Dean laughed. “I just played darts with the Ramones. And then I had a poker game with Janis Joplin, Bon Scott, John Bonham, Jimi Hendrix, Elvis Presley, and Keith Moon. Dude, this place is awesome.” He turned to look at Sam’s bed and gasped. Because Sam wasn’t alone.

He and Buddy were curled up together, fast asleep.

“I knew it! I fucking knew it!” Dean laughed. “Sam, you sly dog.” Dean was planning on teasing Sam in the morning. But right now, he was tired and he was ready for some sleep.

****

Sam woke up the next morning to someone playing with his hair. He slowly opened his eyes and looked up at Buddy, a smile on his face. But snoring cut through their peaceful moment and Sam turned his head to see Dean asleep on the other bed.

“Well, that ends that plan.” Buddy laughed playfully. “I wanted another piece of you this morning.”

“Maybe later.” Sam laughed. “We need to get up and in some clothes before Dean wakes up. He’s already going to tease me to no end.” Buddy laughed and kissed Sam gently.

They quickly got up and pulled their clothes on, trying to be as quick and as quiet as possible so Dean wouldn’t wake up. Finally, once they were dressed again, Buddy kissed Sam one more time.

“Can you come by the store later?” He asked.

“Of course,” Sam said. “Any special reason?”

“Just because I love you,” Buddy smirked before he left.

“So, did he rock your world?” Dean asked from his bed. Sam jumped and turned to look at his brother. “The clothes all over the floor didn’t help matters.”

“Shit,” Sam mumbled under his breath. Dean rubbed his eyes.

“Hey, I’m just glad to know you’re not a monk again.” Dean laughed, getting a pillow thrown at him in return.

****

Dean went out to find his friends from the night before while Sam went to Buddy’s store. There were a couple of people shopping, but not many. When Buddy saw Sam, his eyes lit up and he motioned for him to go to the office. After about ten minutes, Buddy came in.

“What took you so long?” Sam asked.

“I was closing up, just in case,” Buddy said, winking. “So, you know what I asked you last night?”

“Yeah…” Sam said, afraid that Buddy was going to say it was a mistake. That it was a one-time thing.

“I wanted to make it right.” Buddy pulled out a small box. Inside was a simple black band. “To act as the engagement ring. I’ve got a matching one that I’ll wear too.” He slid the ring on Sam’s finger and kissed him. “It’s official, I’m yours and your mine. And I love you.” He kissed Sam. “And now you know why I closed the store.” Sam laughed but kissed him back.

****

“Buddy,” Freddie said as Buddy left for the evening. Sam had gone to catch up with Dean.

“Hey. What’s up?” Buddy asked.

“Buddy, they have to leave.” He said. Buddy closed his eyes. He knew this. “It’s going to kill them. And yeah, they’ll be here forever, but they’ll be dead.”

“I know,” Buddy said. “But if they leave, they can’t ever come back. And…” Freddie saw the ring on Buddy’s finger.

“He was the one you lost, wasn’t he?” Freddie asked. Buddy nodded. “Damn it. I’m sorry. If I would’ve known…”

“I would still be a miserable asshole.” Buddy pointed out. “I just wouldn’t have my heart broken for a second time.”

“I’m so sorry ” Freddie told him. “We’ll figure this out. I’ll convince one of them.”

“I’ll get Sam,” Buddy said, looking down. “I’ll deal with it.”

****

Freddie found Dean at the bar. He was surrounded by people he had played cards with. They were watching him play pool against Frank Sinatra and Hank Williams. Freddie waited until the game was done and he pulled him to the side.

“So, the town will kill us if we stay?” Dean asked. Freddie nodded.

“This place is perfect, but it’s dangerous,” Freddie explained. “And as much as Buddy doesn’t want to lose his fiancè, it’s for the best.”

“Wait...what?” Dean asked.

“Shit,” Freddie mumbled. “You’re focusing on the wrong part. If you stay, you die. And yeah, you’ll live here forever, but here is the only place you’ll ever live. You won’t go home. You won’t move on. You’ll stay here.”

“Damn it.” Dean sighed. “Okay, so I take Sam and we leave?”

“Buddy has to convince Sam to leave,” Freddie said.

“So, Buddy and Sam are engaged and he has to break Sam’s heart to get him out of town?” Dean asked. Freddie nodded. “That’s fantastic.”

“Get your car and get out of town. Because if you leave, it might be easier to get Sam to follow you. But the longer you both stay here, the harder it will be to leave.” Freddie explained. “And I’m tired of this town taking victims.” Dean nodded and gave up his beer. He went back to the motel, but Sam wasn’t there. He packed their things, go into the Impala, and drove to the city limits. He felt something pulling him, trying to get him to stay. But he fought it and before he knew it, he was outside of Azmar and he didn’t feel the urge to go back.

****

Buddy and Sam were at Buddy’s place when he got the call. He knew what he had to do, not that he wanted to. But he had to, for Sam’s sake.

“Sam, I need you to follow me,” Buddy said.

“Uh, sure. Where are we going?” Sam asked.

“To see your brother,” Buddy told him.

“Why?” Sam asked. Buddy didn’t answer, just leading him towards the city limits. Sam could see Dean standing out by the Impala, waiting on him. “What is he doing?”

“He got out for his safety,” Buddy told him. He turned to look at Sam, trying to not let his emotions show.

Ending #1

“This town is draining your life,” Buddy said, cupping Sam’s face in his hands. “You need to leave. Dean already did. He’s waiting for you. Freddie convinced him it was time to leave. Now I’m trying to do the same for you.”

“I can’t,” Sam said, coughing some.

“And why the hell not?” Buddy asked.

“Because if I leave, you’ll…” Sam trailed off.

“Die?” Buddy asked. “Because I already did that once. And I died not being able to tell you I love you. But I got the chance this time. And I can go back to that heaven where we were together.”

“Buddy…”

“Sam, if you don’t go, you’re going to die. And you have so much good you have to do in the world.” Buddy told him. “The world that is out there. Where the sun is real and everything isn't perfect. And that’s what makes it so great.” He leaned in and kissed Sam gently. They both had tears in their eyes. “I’m sure we’ll meet again Sam Winchester. Life doesn’t seem to want us apart for long.”

“I love you,” Sam said, touching Buddy’s hand and holding it for a minute.

“I love you too Sam.” He smiled softly. “Next time you’re in heaven, look me up.” Sam looked past the city limit sign where Dean was waiting for him. He looked back at Buddy. “Go, before I beg you to stay.” Sam nodded and slowly walked to the town line. Taking a deep breath, he stepped over. Out of Azmar. Sam turned around to see Buddy’s smiling face one last time before he started to disappear.

“Sammy…” Dean said. Sam didn’t look at him, instead, he climbed into the Impala and waited for Dean. “Sammy, are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” Sam said, choking back tears. He played with the ring on his finger, trying to hold everything back. “We’ve got work to do. Let’s go.”

The End

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Snakes That Bind, Part Four

The end.

Words: 1231 Part One | Two | Three

Wraith/Wren: Me Waylyn: @unluckiest-black-cat​

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What was that?

W—-! Oh, god, what’s happening? The Night hasn’t attacked us this fiercely in ages!

Screams, terror.

Hissing. Anger. But more than that, blood. More, more, m o r e Everywhere, spilling upon the ground. Staining. Again and again and again and again—

Waylyn?

A shadow standing before him. Blood on their face. An uncontrollable smile, uncontrollable laughter. Oh, oh , oh, it’s what you wanted. What I wanted. What we all wanted. In a way. In a way.

Reaching out to them, eyes a mirror of theirs. Come with me.

Our wish will be granted.

Waylyn blinked his eyes open. Wait, were they open before? His head pounded and he brought his right hand to his face.

“Ugh...”

He brought his hand down, staring at its black mass. “Kese... What happened?”

Gleeful whispers bounded across his mind, images, flashes. He clutched his head. “Ok, ok, that’s not happening.”

The visions abated, and he uncurled to look around. He was in the Palace. Wraith’s palace. But Wraith was nowhere to be seen.

He wandered the halls aimlessly, the cool marble and black carpets extending on into the haze of darkness.

He felt a pull—

He stood before a portal of flickering black flames, just like those Wraith liked to use. Only, it was framed by sleek, polished stone, a golden eye seeming to peer down at him from the top of the frame.

When did he get here? Where was he? He’s never been to this part of the palace.

Has he?

He used his shadowed arm to reach for the flames. They passed harmlessly around it, and Waylyn stepped forward.

The change was immediate. He could feel it with his soul. The air thrummed with power, clinging to him as he walked forward into the darkness.

It won’t hurt me. Because I am... He shook his head.

As soon as he stepped out of the circle of the portal’s light, a silvery liquid flowed through trenches of polished stone on a path leading into further darkness. It gave the room a soft, silvery glow.

Waylyn continued walking forward, the power growing thicker, heavier, until—

Wraith stood in the center of an clearing, eyes closed, arms held loosely at waist-level. Once the silver surrounded the edges of the area, Wraith opened their eyes and shifted them to Waylyn.

The thrumming stopped.

“Oh? Waylyn, you’re...?” Wraith blinked, and gave a smile that almost seemed melancholy. “Ah, you found me.”

They closed their eyes and vanished into flames. Instead of the flames disappearing as usual, however, they seemed to be sucked away by some source still in the darkness.

He could do nothing but follow, the silver trailing beside him.

A light in the distance grew closer and closer, before he finally stood before its origin. It seemed to come from above, illuminating a central subject.

A figure strapped to a throne of darkness, head bowed, hair bound in a ponytail trailing down their shoulders. Wrists and legs bound, trailing blood that has dried long, long ago.

A sharp intake of breath. “... Wren? Is that you?”

The figure twitched a moment, as if remembering how to move. They lifted their head, locking their gaze with Waylyn. Blue as he remembered them, yet— when the light shifted, they glinted gold.

“Wren is... no more. I am but a shadow. A ghost. A Wraith. But a Wraith with the power to do anything I wish.” Their gaze shifted to their bonds.

“I can’t bring myself to regret it. How can I, when they grant my heart’s deepest desires? How can I, when I, We can do the same for others. Even if it’s not what they expect. It’s what they wanted, isn’t it?” A soft sigh escapes them, and the close their eyes. “I think differently, out there. In my construct. Then, I am truly the master of shadows. Here, I am the remnants of a burdened past.

“With only myself as company.”

“No,” Waylyn blurts. Wren blinks, surprised. “I’m here, aren’t I?”

Wren laughs weakly. “Well. Well, you’ve been here for a while now.”

“Wh-what?”

“You haven’t been quite yourself for months.” Wren tried to reach a hand out, bonds tightening and drawing fresh trails of blood. Did they even feel it anymore? “Sorry, Waylyn. I was close to you back then, and I wanted to be close again. You... you did, as well. A friend.”

Wren sinks, lowering their hand. “And that greater closeness could there be than the bond between the Lord of Shadows and the Monster of Night? Tying our souls together with bonds of darkness. ”

Waylyn’s breath echoed in his ears. He found himself walking closer, closer, until he lightly grabbed the hand that had drifted lower.

Wren looked at it like some strange animal. “Waylyn?”

He stared at their hands like he could burn a hole through them. Wren’s, black glove torn to shreds around the wrist, crusted with blood. His own, a smooth darkness. Kese, the connection between them.

Not like when he hunted, when everything became sharper.

He closed his eyes and grounded himself with a few breaths before looking Wren straight in the eye. “You were like an older sibling to me. More than friend. Someone to laugh with. Argue with. Agree and disagree. Someone to have your back.

“You were there for me then, and. And you’re still here. Different. Maybe. Things have changed. But it’s fine. I’m here.”

“My wish brought you here. Changed you.”

Waylyn squeezed their hand. “It was my wish, too.”

And Wren lightly squeezed back, leaning forward in the likeness of an embrace, in spite of their bound limbs.

“So be it.”

Everything snapped to darkness.

—

Every time he came to his senses, he would be wandering the palace. Sometimes, Wraith would be with them, and they would find someplace to sit and talk until darkness shuttered over his mind, again. Other times, the palace would be empty, and Waylyn would continue to wander or seek out the portal to talk with Wren.

Every time, he would feel a pull before emptiness descended. And he could recall flashes. Burning urges to kill any soul he could reach. Being everywhere, and nowhere. Striking from within, without. Moving in tandem with the snake bound so thoroughly that they might as well be a single being.

It all slipped away from him whenever he tried to grasp at it, though. It didn’t matter. He didn’t know how long...

Only Wraith and Kese mattered. They were all he needed.

(That was good, since they were all he had now. That and the flashes of blood and death and rage and glee and-)

Wraith seemed to look at him with a sort of softness around their razor-sharp presence, and sometimes a bit of sadness when it seemed he was gone for longer.

(And sometimes with a twisted grin of sharp, sharp teeth, cackling as the splatters of his victim dyed the night red.)

Tell me...

What do you desire?

You can wish for anything.

Anything your heart desires. But do you truly know what you want?

Of course. A friend of the soul. One whom I can understand. One who will understand me. One to remain side by side with, to the end of eternity.

—

Notes from me: To everyone that read this to the end, thank you! I hope you enjoyed it. Character interactions give me life and I live and breathe familial closeness. I also have a thing for blood and darkness, so. Yeah.

I wanted to explore Wraith’s origin and personality, and settled on a being that grants wishes in the best worst way. Your desires fulfilled, but at what cost? Just enough so that you won’t take it back. 

My headcanon is that each portal and each throne room is a bit... customized. Also, there’s another “throne room” that can appear in the palace for show - that one’s for Wraith. But the true throne room will always be a place of the bound soul.

[kylecoopers]

don’t you know i’m no good for you? i’ve learned to lose, you can’t afford to.

usually i DON’T post event threads but BC OF THE FACT THAT I THINK THIS HAD A LOT OF GROWTH FOR KYLE and also bc i really don’t wanna lose it, i’m gonna save it. so um ty @scnnydee katie for putting up w/ me all night to write this bc u helped me w/ kyle sm wow

trigger warnings: i’m gonna just urge u to be cautious while reading it as a whole bc of the emotions n stuff but im p sure nobody’s gonna read this shit FDALKSJHG

face illuminated by the burning fire in front of him, kyle sat mainly to himself. a random concoction had been created in the red solo cup he held in his hand, the condensation making his hands cold to the touch. he simply found himself admiring the scene around him, the bodies of people that slowly multiplied as the night burned on. it was something he'd never witnessed, no summer night nostalgia was there to bring him back to anything like this. it was new to him, new memories with new people that would make this a night to remember. his eyes scanned the crowd, locking on a few familiar faces before finally locking eyes with someone, hand waving at them to come over.

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sonny drifted through the crowd, eyes searching, as always, for one face above the rest. when he finally sees him, he can't help but smile, approaching kyle with a gleeful shimmy of his shoulders. "heya handsome, how's your night been so far?"

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kyle lights up as the taller of the two closes the gap between them, arms instinctively wrapping around him. "i thought you weren't gonna be here?" he pulled back, eyes crinkling at the sides. "well, it's definitely better now that you're here. what about you? how's your break been?"

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he doesn't even think twice before engulfing the smaller boy in a bear hug, the affection startlingly natural. it's over too soon, and he finds himself oddly disappointed as kyle pulls away, hands both cupping around his solo cup if only to have something to do. "i mean, i've been sitting in the sun, drinking, and exploring. that's literally my dream life. what's not to love?" he shrugged, eyes never leaving his face. "what about you?"

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the warmth was something he'd missed, face buried in his chest until he assumed it was simply not socially acceptable anymore. "that's good! honestly, i've never been somewhere so warm and comforting and i kinda... like alabama? that's so weird to say" his nose scrunched as a laugh tumbled out of his mouth at the idea of what he just said. "oh, it's been really good," he falters slightly, eyes breaking from his to look anywhere else for the moment.

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If he notices how their lingering embrace, he brushes the thought aside, too drunk to dwell on frivolous thoughts. "No, don't say that! This is the deep South, both you and I are not welcome here." He joked, though the truth lingers beneath his words. "You're right, though,  it is warm. And there's something to be said for Southern comfort." As he speaks, he leans against the wall, the distance between him and Kyle never really growing. His eyes study his face, notice the way his smile falters and his eyes shift. "Oh? You're lying. What's wrong."

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he laughed slightly, sighing as he shook his head. "yea, i know. though honestly it's not just the south, it's like... everywhere but california, i think," he shrugged, "plus i mean... i think i'm passing? i don't think people think that i'm... i don't know." he pauses, a sudden curse against the man that clearly can read him like the back of his own hand. "i, um, nah, like it's not that big of a deal," he's not sure if he's telling that to sonny or to himself.

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he laughed slightly, sighing as he shook his head. "yea, i know. though honestly it's not just the south, it's like... everywhere but california, i think," he shrugged, "plus i mean... i think i'm passing? i don't think people think that i'm... i don't know." he pauses, a sudden curse against the man that clearly can read him like the back of his own hand. "i, um, nah, like it's not that big of a deal," he's not sure if he's telling that to sonny or to himself.

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"Okay, true. But also not a good party topic." He grinned, shooting Kyle a wink as he sipped from his cup. Though not as wild as some Lockwood students, he appreciated the joyous atmosphere of a good party, the collaborative entertainment provided by a group of drunken college kids. He picks up on Kyle's comment with a more sympathetic gaze, a softer smile taking place on his face as he nods. "You're doing great. Don't worry about it." A hand finds his arm again, unable to resist the physical comfort for a few seconds before he lets it fall again. "Okay? But, like, what is it?"

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"i mean, yeah," he laughs again, a sudden blush forming across his face at something as simple as a wink. he looks down, face breaking out in a grin at the butterflies that swarm his stomach before he shakes his head, as if it'll shake the feeling. "i mean, i don't know," he pauses, eyes searching his face before he goes and reaches for his hand, fingers twining together as he quickly tugs him away to the outskirts of the area . as soon as he's found them adequately away from all others, he turns to face sonny, the words stuck in his throat. "i..." something about it feels wrong, as if saying it allowed will alter something he's shaped in his mind. sonny wouldn't care though, he knew that.

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The warmth of his hand is comforting, familiar. He wonders sometimes if their affection transcends the boundaries of friendship, of roommates. Discomfort pushes it away, however, the simple idea of that far too monumental to address ever, let alone at a party. A part of him worries, the look on Kyle's face concerning him even as the music from the party booms, echoing into the empty room they'd wandered into. Sincere eyes search his face, eager to pull the truth from him - he can't help if he doesn't know what's wrong. "What? You can tell me. Please tell me."

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it feels wrong to even say allowed but he powers through it, clearing their throat. "i, um, okay, it's a long story," he can feel himself rambling already. "i... i lost my virginity?" he's meek now, eyes looking away to hide. "i, like, that in itself isn't bad. but i mean, i lost it to flynn and he's avoided me the entire time, and..." he wrings his hands together, fingers shaking. "i'm sure it's just like, oh it was just a hookup and it didn't matter and it shouldn't matter and i know he just hooks up with people and i'm just.. i'm worried it was me?" he looks up, biting his lip. "like, i don't... i don't want him like that. i don't care if it was him, or if it was someone else, or like. i don't know. i just can't get it out of my head that i just..." none of this is making sense, so he trails off.

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The confession stuns him, not at all what he'd been expecting to hear. A few seconds pass where his mind is simply blank, unable to process anything except the thought. Not that he'd thought it would never happen, in fact, he was surprised it'd taken so long. But he'd hoped maybe, secretly, that it would be put off a little longer. He tunes in a little later in Kyle's explanation, eyes blinking back into focus with a small frown. "Damn..." He says, if only to buy himself time to think. A sip of his drink extends the silence further, and he stares off at the water, where a few people have taken to skinny dipping. "Well, look at it this way. It's done. If he's ignoring you that's his loss, bro, y'know? There'll be other....people."

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kyle didn't know what kind of reaction but the sudden silence wasn't it. in fact, it was enough to take his breath away, eyes suddenly pooling with tears as he took a step back. "yea, like, yeah," he laughs it off though it's clear it means more to him than he's letting on, blinking rapidly before forcing out a smile."i mean, yea. definitely." all he can say is yeah, though the silence still was jarring. he crosses his arms, forcing out a laugh before turning his back to sonny. "i mean, honestly i don't know what i expected. but it's fine. there will be others." he almost feels like there won't be, a sudden urge to cocoon himself for the rest of his days. "anyway! sorry, i'm gonna go before i ruin the night anymore." and suddenly, his mood has switched, another laugh leaving his lips as he forces himself to not cry.

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Sonny knows instantly that what he's said is wrong - but he doesn't know how else to console the sadness, only knows positive thinking, optimism, rationalization. It sucks, yeah, but what good was it to dwell? Besides, he can't quite think around the heavy weight in his stomach, can't form genuine sympathy when all he can focus on is the thought of Kyle with Flynn of all people. "I'm sorry, Kyle." A hand reaches out to touch him, hovers above his turned back, then drops again, too hesitant, uncertain. "You're not ruining the night. I'm just trying to get you to see the positive." He recognizes the hitch in Kyle's voice - this isn't the first time he's seen him cry, and there's a strong longing within him to pull him into another hug, to stroke his hair and wipe his tears. But he feels distanced, now, in the wake of this new information, like to do so would be to cross some new invisible barrier. "I'm sorry."

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kyle can't bring himself to say words, another painfully awkward laugh, body trembling slightly as every emotion he felt inside of him dared to pour out. all it too was that last damn sorry, that last break in the silence for him to let out an audible sob, hand immediately clasping to his mouth to try to act as if it did not happen. "y-you don't get it," he finally says, turning back to him to try to face him but it's too painful. he snaps his head away, crossing his arms. "i can't just get over things like you do, i can't possibly ignore these things. they spill out every fucking minute i try. i am trying to keep it down and i'm sorry i can't be stoic but sometimes there is no positive," his voice surprises him, shaky yet strong as he finds another sob threatening to come out. "i'm going, again, i've done enough this week," and with that, he begins to walk off, fingers clasping together as he tries his hardest to glue himself back together emotionally.

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He doesn't know what's wrong with him. He can see Kyle's pain - it's visible in the shake of his shoulders, the contortion of his face as he fights to hold back's tears. And he can hear it in his voice, each shaky word pricking in his chest like a small wound. But he can't do anything about it, doesn't know what to do. His brain only produces platitudes, cheery phrases meant to distract or comfort. He wants to joke, to lighten the mood again - virginity is only a social construct. At least you got laid. Was the sex that bad? But he knows that will only make things worse. And Kyles seems to know this, his words poking exactly at the sore spots Sonny himself is glaringly aware of. And then he's walking away, and Sonny's heart aches, can't possibly let things end like this, so he finds himself stepping after him, trailing behind him like a lost puppy. "Kyle, wait, wait." A hand finds his wrist, tugs pleadingly for him to come back.

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"what?" his words come off as way snappier than he meant, turning to face sonny with narrow eyes that soon softened at just the sight of his face. and with that, he melted, all of the emotions he'd tried so hard to bottle up simply choking out of him. he closed his eyes tightly before simply hiding his face in sonny's chest, a loud inhale as he tried to gasp in hair before more sobs simply left his mouth. his arms were tight around sonny, fingers balling up the fabric of his shirt as he tried to simply clutch to him for dear life - to an extent, he was all he had. his rock, his best friend, his everything, and the thought of that was terrifying. "i'm sorry, i'm sorry," he murmured, looking up and letting his chin rest again the boy's chest. "i-i, i didn't mean to..." to snap? to act like a child? it was all he did and he wanted to simply hide. "i don't know, i'm sorry."

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His tone hurts, sharp as a knife as it threatens to wound him. He pushes himself past the chilling feeling, however, no question in his mind as he accepts Kyle into his arms. Maybe he didn't know what to say, but he could hug, he could comfort and kiss and heal with physical touch, fuck the consequences. "Shh." He murmured, face now pressed into the top of Kyle's head. He feels his own eyes threatening to spill, overactive tear ducts betraying the extent of his feelings as he squeezes his eyes shut to try and avoid any leakage. "You don't have to apologize. You didn't do anything wrong."

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it's so much. he doesn't wanna break apart, he wants to cling to him for dear life and hope the ship doesn't sink. another inaudible sob leaves his mouth as he clings to him, throat closing. he can't find the words to make this better, nothing can make this better right now but the other's arms will try to act as a bandaid over his soul. with a few moments of silence, he's finally able to break through again, managing a, "i still have acted like a fucking ass." with that, he feels as if he has to break away, a reluctance as he loses his grip on the other and takes a step away, fingers reaching for his hands for some stability but he pulls back.

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Sonny believes in the power of moments. An environment: the lighting, the music, the context of a conversation, and a few minutes and everything can change. Kyle pulls away, hands clinging to his like a lifeline and he feels himself entering a moment, feels it in his bones the same way he feels Kyle nestled in his heart. All the sadness, all the anger, it dissipates the moment their eyes meet, because all that matters is him, standing in front of him, trusting him. He doesn't think, acts purely on instinct as he jerks forward and kisses him, surprising even himself. Later, he will blame it on the alcohol, the moment, the emotions of the evening. But now, there's no excuse, just a sweet kiss between two best friends and the sound of the ocean crashing into shore.

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it takes him a moment to realize what has happened and as soon as he does, he is startled, pulling back like a deer from the line of the trees. his mouth is wide open, heart heavy as he simply stares at sonny in disbelief before a sudden bravery takes him over. with one swift moment, he's closed the gap again, arms wrapped around his neck as their lips touch again. something about it is scary but exciting, and he closes his eyes tightly in order to keep from the emotions from spilling out. he lingers, emotions daring to spill out again before he pulls away again, eyes wide in realization as to what he just had done. this was a rift in their path, a sudden shift in everything that had been them. "i-i" he starts, catching his breath as he tries to find the words to say, but there are none. what is done is done and now he knows he can't take it back. this is it, this is the end, it's all he can think. there is nothing left and now they are left at the crossroads.

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Fuck. He should be upset. He's fucked everything up, and the realization should come with guilt, anxiety, at the very least, regret. But he can't bring himself to bring anything but pure joy, like things had finally fallen in to place. Kyle had always been the missing piece to him, the jagged edge that fit his own, and now it was out there, tossed into the air for the universe to judge. But there were so many reasons for it not to happen, for it him to step back to his side of the line and pretend it had never happened. "I'm sorry." He offered, uncertain, trying to read the situation in Kyle's face. "I - Maybe we should just go to bed."

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he didn't get it. his head was swarming, fingers clasping together as he simply fought the urge to cry out, to scream. how did this seem so fucked, how did all of this seem so out of place. he didn't though. he stood in front of sonny, eyes big as he forced himself to speak. "yeah." it wasn't bitter, it wasn't full of emotion, it was just that. the word yeah. after all, he couldn't argue. "you know..." i don't want to just end it there? apologizing after a kiss tears my heart apart? i just want to stay? all these thoughts swarmed his mind but nothing came out, mouth dry for a moment. "we can forget it, if you're that sorry for it." he looks back over to him, biting his lip before shaking his head. "you... you don't have to worry. i get it." he simply nodded, changing the subject "we can go to bed though. i think i'm gonna... shower." he nods, beginning to trudge off of the beach without waiting for him.

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This was for the best. This was safer, easier. This was the right thing to do. Maybe if he told himself that enough, he would believe it. Kyle was vulnerable right now, even if there was to be something between them - which he still wasn't convinced of - now wasn't the right time. And yet...He can still feel the kiss pressed against his lips, teeth finding his lower lip in an attempt to mimic the feeling as he feels a piece of him detach again, leaving behind a gaping hole. "Okay." He doesn't know what else to say without crying, and that was the last thing he wanted. "I don't..." Regret it. He didn't regret it. But he can't finish the sentence, instead just casting his eyes downwards. He trails a few steps behind Kyle, dreading the thought of sleeping in the same room as him, so close but separated by an intangible distance. This time, he doesn't make any effort to catch up to him, instead simply watching his figure - then, at the last minute, he decides to stay at the party, not wanting to end the night on such a sour note. If anyone could pretend nothing was wrong, it was Sonny Thompson, king of turning up the watts on his million dollar smile. "Hey - Kyle?" He swallows, the name sounding different, now. "I think I'm going to stay here for a bit longer."

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he felt like a wounded bird, he wasn't sure how he was going to fly after this. the silence was unbearable, hands still clutched together for some sort of stability. his voice breaks through the air and he looks back, and even the simple words are enough to hit him like knives to his throat. hurt registers on his face but it's all he can offer, no more tears can be found in his eyes as he simply stares in silence. he didn't want him to go, was it all really that bad? he clenched his jaw, the words he wishes to breathe staying stuck in his throat. this would never be the same truly, and all he could think was that it was his fault. the only underlining factor in all of this, in flynn, in his family, in sonny, it was him. he felt his stomach drop at this realization and simple forced out a smile to sonny, nodding. "yeah. i would expect nothing different." it was so hard to say it, so hard to feel it but he felt as if he should go. "i hope your night is good." it's so hard to say, it's like choking on roses that he dared to plant in his gut, like everything was slipping. but, he smiled, turned around, and walked away.

[proxylynn]

Underfell: File Name not Edgy Enough #14

Chapter 14: Change

WARNING: I WANT NO RESPONSIBILITY OVER SPOILING THINGS FOR OTHERS. THAT BEING SAID, THIS IS HOW FILE NAME NOT FOUND WOULD FUNCTION IN THE AU OF UNDERFELL. BEFORE YOU READ THIS, UNLIKE THE NICE TIME OF UNDERTALE, THIS WORLD IS KILL OR BE KILLED. THIS STORY WILL BE GRAPHIC, GORY, USE SWEARS LIKE NOBODY'S BUSINESS, AND DEAL WITH SENSITIVE SUBJECT MATTERS. FOR EXAMPLE, THOSE OF YOU WHO HAVE READ THE FILE NAME RELOCATED SPOOF WILL KNOW HOW I PICTURE THIS VERSION OF LYNSIE COMING TO THE UNDERGROUND. IT IS NOT AN ACCIDENT. IT IS NOT BECAUSE OF SOMETHING DUMB. IT IS BECAUSE SHE CHOOSES TO END HER LIFE. SO TAKE THIS WITH A GRAIN OF SALT. I MADE IT BECAUSE I NEEDED TO LET SOME OF THIS EDGINESS OUT OF MYSELF. WHICH I GUESS MAKES UNDERFELL LYNSIE EVEN MORE TRUE TO WHO I REALLY AM. ANYWAY, ENJOY. ^_^

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Time passes slowly in my little booth. People come and go. The warmth of the bar is relaxing. The smell of fried foods and the scent of liquors mix in a strangely pleasant way. It's rather soothing really. And it's what I need right now. I need some time alone. Things with Grillby got really awkward and I just need to distance myself to reset mentally. Funny...Since the chat with Sans, that word has new meaning for me. Hard to really think that before I popped in, there was a kid running around with the power to alter time, at least in reverse, doing random shit. Fucking insane in the membrane type shit. The more I try to wrap my head around it, the more questions arise that I only have myself to answer because Sans for some reason is tight-lipped on things even for a guy without lips! Argh! I'm working myself up for no fucking reason! Just gotta calm down. Close my eyes. Take some nice long deep cleansing breaths. And everything is going to be fine. Yeah. Everything is going...to be...just...fine...

[Ding-a-ling]

My eyes blinked open at the sudden sound, one that my ears haven't picked up before. Seeing is a little on the hazy side, as for whatever reason, the bar is less lit than before. The only real source of illumination there is comes from the bar owner himself as he stands at the main door and, judging by the next sound I hear, has locked up for the night. That also explains the lack of other people in the building. The hell?

"Uh...Did I miss something?"

That has Grillby turn his head and smirk.

"Oh, so you've decided to wake up now? Heh...You need to work on your timing, pussycat."

I rub my eyes.

"I was sleeping? I barely closed my eyes for a minute."

"Oh yeah, you've been out of it for a while. Everyone has left. Gone home as they tend to do when I close. This is my place after all. My home. They don't have to go back home once out this door, but they can't stay here forever either."

Something isn't right.

"What happened with Sans and Papyrus?"

"Those two?"

He pulls the blinds over the door's window before moving to do the same with the larger bay window.

"They came by hours ago while you were snoozing. Sans tried to wake you but Papyrus was all pissy for, well, when is he not? One thing leads to another, and they left you where you laid. Something along the lines of 'you were not sleeping under their roof anyway' was said, whatever that means. So, not wanting to throw a lady out into the cold, you'll be staying here for the night. Or...Perhaps longer?"

I look at him funny for that.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Don't take it the wrong way..."

His task done, he makes his way over to my booth. His fire casting a mystical purple glow everywhere.

"Just going off Papyrus's tone, your time as a 'house guest' didn't meet his level of standers. Sans could handle you easily. Hell, I honestly think you do the guy wonders. I haven't seen him smile so much in ages. But Papyrus...I think he's happy to have you out of his metaphorical hair."

"But...That both does and doesn't make any sense."

"Such is life in a nutshell."

"But..."

He puts his hands on the table and suddenly things feel warmer.

"Look...I'm not going to force you to stay here. You can try to bang at their door and hope that Sans takes pity on you. Or in the very least, Papyrus puts you in that shed of theirs. Your only other options are to stay at the Inn or leave town. And I think we both know none of that is something you'll do. For one, the Inn is pricey and the staff can easily enter your room while you sleep. Two, you don't look like someone that handles cold as well as I do. And lastly, I think you have more dignity than to beg for sanctuary in an unwelcoming home."

I sigh and mentally kick myself. I dicked around too much with those that were willing to help me and now I'm all alone. Great. Fucking great! This is all my fault. I have no one to blame but myself for this.

"Lynsie..."

My name and his hand on my own break me from my loathing thoughts.

"I think you'll enjoy being with me. That is...If you'll give me a chance?"

Why? Why do I find him so charming? Why do I feel so safe around him? Why am I mesmerized by his seer aura? Why am I so weak to fall for any of this?

"Sure. Heh...What do I have to lose?"

Famous last words.

He smiles and gently takes me by the hand, helping me out of the booth. My legs must still be asleep because they give out and I crash into his chest. The heat. Lord, he is so hot, but in a good way. He exhibits expert control over his body's temperature unless he has to literally burn his point into an unruly patron, like a certain douche-cat. He holds me close and I end up clinging to his forearm with both arms, essentially hugging it to my chest. This heat. It calls to me. Begging my curiosity to explore. He quirks a fiery brow but doesn't complain, not even when I slide my fingers inside the sleeve of his dress shirt. My fingertips pass harmlessly through his flames and I'm entranced. Fascinating. I am fascinated by his body and the way it can feel so solid, like a corporeal form veiled in a hot rolling fire. The flames leave my fingers feeling tingly and I roll the fiery tendrils across my fingertips, stupidly forgetting that I'm holding onto his arm for a reason.

"Having fun?"

"Dude...You are so cool."

He chuckles in amusement, reaching with his free hand towards my face and cups my cheek to tilt it up towards him. I automatically freeze. His fire tingles even more on my face, almost like an electric spark rippling throughout my body. His flames dance along my skin, growing hotter yet not scalding.

"Grillby?"

"Is it wrong that I want to be selfish right now?"

Okay, brain, don't be dumb right now.

"That depends...How selfish are you wanting to be?"

He leans down, pressing his forehead to mine and locking eyes with me.

"Only a little bit. Nothing crazy. Would that be alright?"

I need some space to breathe. The air is so thick around Grillby right now that I can barely seem to keep from panting. I feel so confused. Is he just a natural flirt? Does flirt with other patrons when I'm not around? Is he ever like this with someone else? I shake my head and break away from him, not going very far due to still shitty wobbly legs, so I use the booth seat to hold myself up.

"What are we doing?"

"Is something wrong?"

He strides forward and I step backward until my back is literally against a wall. A purple glow washes over me as he looms above, planting a hand on either side of my head, effectively stopping my escape.

"This...This feels weird."

"Weird good or weird bad?"

"Just...weird."

"Are you uncomfortable?"

"Not really..."

I can't seem to make myself look at him directly, so I just end up staring at his tie.

"Is it because I'm a monster?"

"N-No! God, no. If anything that's a sweet bonus."

He grins and brings his head down to be side mine.

"Have you ever been with someone?"

I shiver and he draws his head back.

"You've never been kissed, haven't you?"

"I kissed a boy once when I was a dumb kid. But I don't count it. We all do dumb shit when we're kids."

"But that wasn't a real kiss. What I asked was if you ever been truly kissed. To experience a sudden rush from simple contact as you share trust with someone else. Have you never really done that?"

I fold my arms and look at the floor. I feel like a fool for some reason. Like I'm less of a person.

"Would you like to be?"

"Like to be what?"

"Would you like to be kissed?"

I blink several times before looking at him in disbelief.

"W-What?"

He simply smiles warmly.

"You heard me."

"...Don't tease me. I'm not in the mood to be toyed with."

"Who said I'm lying? I want to kiss you."

"...Why?"

"Heh...Wow. Never thought I'd have to explain this to someone."

"I'm getting annoyed now."

He suddenly pulls me forward, using the surprise to drape my arms around his neck, his body going flush against mine. He feels even hotter now that we're lined up with each other and I'm turning bright red. His arms slide around me, one across my lower back and the other feeling the exposed skin on the back of my neck.

"I know it might seem strange. What with we barely knowing each other. But tell me where it says that someone can't develop feelings to someone else just after one meeting?"

I remain silent as I can't really counter that. I can't control how he feels. That's his choice. And apparently, he chooses to like me.

"Well?"

"...I guess that's fine."

I feel his fingers move under the bandanna and brush against the sensitive skin. My face flushes slightly at the feeling, his touch tingles pleasantly as he traces small designs in the flesh. It feels nice. So nice that I start to relax, resting my head on his shoulder and sighing calmly against his flames. Grillby chuckles, one of his arms tightening, pulling me closer to him.

"So...If I may ask again...Can I kiss you?"

It feels so close to what I'd call a lover's embrace. To feel this want and care from another person. I want this. I want to feel this more.

"Yes. You can..."

Grillby pulls my head back and before I even have a chance to ask what he's doing, he kisses me hard. Kissing a man made of literal fire is a new experience indeed. His face is as solid as his body, but his mouth is much hotter than the rest of his flames I've felt and is kind of steamy in terms of wet heat. His tongue is solid, for the most part, but it seems to have a wispy flame that's capable of curling and winding around my own, encasing it with heated tingling magic that steals my breath as it turns my body to jello. Luckily, Grillby has a solution for this and he pins me against the wall, one hand forcing my back to arch my chest to press against his. I'm freaking out internally, so much so that I'm certain that my heart is beating hard enough that he can feel the beating with ease.

God damn, he's hot!

I know I'm the noob in all this, but I know when someone outclasses me by a huge margin. He is no doubt an expert kisser. His sharp mouth catches my bottom lip in a tender nibble and my fingers impulsively try to dig into his back. His flames are crackling and popping, a slight groan escapes him in one of his exhales that, oddly enough, sets my own heart on fire with desire. Who knew moans could be a turn on? He breaks the melding of our mouths to trail kisses along the side of my neck. I tilt my head, giving him better access and he smirks against my flesh. I grip the collar of his dress shirt with both hands, using it as a tether to reality as his every touch makes me feel dizzier and dizzier.

"You have no idea how much I want you."

This sultry burn in his voice has me shudder and a weak moan escapes me at the feel his sharp teeth grazing along my nape. This makes him look at me rather heatedly.

"Shall we take this inside? Say...to my bedroom~?"

I may be swooning over this burning hunk but I'm not that over the hill.

"Hmmm...I dunno. I think I need some more...convincing~."

He chuckles while pulling slightly out of our hold.

"Is that so? Well then...As your host, I will make sure to satisfy all your needs~."

Oh my god, what did I just unleash?

One hand loosens his tie while the other begins to unbutton his dress shirt, all done as he never even takes his eyes off of my brightly blushing face. Once his tie is pulled loose, he slings it into the floor and shirt opens to reveal the body it dressed. I'm in awe. Somehow, he has a muscular definition beneath the flames dancing across the surface. I'm compelled to touch him. He merely smiles as my hand timidly reaches out to him, my fingertips tingling with the first touches before my whole palm rests on him. My fingers splay across his chest, feeling the hardened planes, dips, and divots of a man in prime shape.

"Just when I get used to you...You only get more interesting."

"Heh...Glad to hear it, pussycat. Feel free to partake of anything and everything on this menu."

He teases and honestly, I am very tempted to do so.

"You look unsure."

"I'm just...I don't know why, but I have this odd feeling like this is wrong."

"To be fair, it kind of is. Monsters and Humans being together has been the taboo for ages. But some rules are meant to be broken. The war is over, dear. So why fight these feelings when we can make love instead?"

He grabs my chin, his face so close to mine that his eyes take up most of my vision.

"What do you say, pussycat?"

"...That was both sweet and corny at the same time."

"God, you're cute."

He abruptly pulls our hips firmly against one another.

"That innocence...It makes my soul burn."

He grinds his pelvis into mine and I can feel a distinct firmness pressing against my thighs. Needless to say, the grin he has from seeing how wide my eyes get is massive.

"Careful, if you keep that look for too long it'll stay that way."

I don't get to make a remark as he captures my lips in a deeply heated kiss. Using that to his advantage, he slides his hands down to grip my ass before lifting me off the ground, getting between my legs, and pinning me to the wall with his body. This traps my hand on his chest and the other hooks around his neck for better support, though all it really does is smoosh our faces together even more. Man, this is so not like me. I would be voicing this to stop if he wasn't grinding harder against me and I shamefully like it. Damn him! Why is he so good?! I break the kiss and pant from the sheer heat of it all.

"Grillby..."

"Yes?"

That jagged smirk of his is one made knowing he has complete power over me. The air around him really is humid right now. I feel like I'm breathing in pure heat. I think I might even be sweating.

"Tell me, Lynsie...Speak to me what you desire."

He rolls his hips particularly hard and I lose it. Eyes lulling back as my jaw drops.

"Ffffffuck...I want you..."

There go the magic words he's been waiting for. He growls a moan and he bites into my neck hard.

"You're mine."

He burns possessively into my flesh and his fire begins to consume me. Pain engulfs my being.

"Grillby!"

"Mine...Now...And forever..."

[Crash]

My eyes shoot open with a startled gasp at the sudden abrupt sound. A beer mug had slipped off the dogs' poker table. My eyes dart all around. The bar is how I remembered it. Well lit, people in it, things being normal. Then that means the experience I just had was nothing more than just a dream. A very messed up dream. My body is still feeling the effects of it. I'm trembling, my breathing is rapid, and for some reason, my soul is threatening to come out while glowing a strange pink. I hide this glow behind my hands, feeling very exposed by its presence. What the fuck was that all about anyway? And why did it feel so real? Oh god, why did I like it? Wait, had I not woken up, would I have fucked dream Grillby? Does Grillby even have a dick? How would a Monster like him have sex anyway? It was probably just my head giving him a dick because that's what it guesses by just looking at him. Dude looks like a human but on fire, yeah, he has a dick. What the fuck is wrong with my subconsciousness?!

"Pussycat?"

I nearly leap out of the booth from Grillby's voice. The man finished cleaning the mess and is checking on my unusual behavior as any decent person would.

"Are you alright?"

He looks at me with concern and I try not to picture him as the same guy I just naughty dreamed about.

"*nervous* Y-Yeah. Yeah, I'm okay."

"Are you sure? You don't look so hot?"

I dry swallow a lump in my throat. Flashes of that dream coat him in my eyes. God, he's so fucking hot!

"I...I had a weird dream...I'm just...I..."

I can't seem to get the words out.

"Must've been one hell of a nightmare if it's got you this shaken. Why don't I bring you something to drink. Sipping on something tends to have a calming effect."

I nod my head and he leaves me. I sneak a peek behind my hands, the glow is still there and I don't know for how much longer it will last. I'm so uncomfortable and warm. How long was I sleeping? Will Sans and Papyrus be coming soon? God, I've never wanted to go home more in my life. He returns with, surprisingly, a coffee mug that contains soda.

"I hope this helps."

I just stare into the bubbling mug.

"I hope so too."

I wait for him to leave so I can grab the mug without him seeing this glow, but for some damn reason he is just standing there and watching me.

"Is this a new form of drinking? Stare at it long enough and it will go into you?"

"I'll drink it. I just...have things on my mind..."

"What kind of things?"

"Just...things..."

I refuse to take my eyes off the mug. I fear looking at him will only make this weirdness increase. Grillby sighs and rubs his forehead in thought of his own.

"Look...Is this because what that idiot said? Don't let some drunk's ramblings get to you."

"That's not it."

"Are you upset with me?"

"No."

"Then why won't you look at me."

"Because."

"Because why? Talk to me. I can help."

"Stop it."

"Pussycat?"

"Leave me alone!"

I didn't mean to snap at him. But at this point, I'm frightened. The glow is getting stronger and I can feel my soul pushing against my hands, trying to force its way out. Grillby on his end did not like this.

"What's with you? Why are you acting like this? Why won't you just...look..."

His words taper off in confusion as the glow becomes noticeable to him, my hands not being able to hide it as well anymore.

"Lynsie?"

Hearing my name leave him sets off something in my soul and it pushes harder to come out. I'm now clawing my fingers into my chest just to keep this shield I'm making from coming undone.

"Okay...*wince* This is starting to hurt now..."

Putting two and two together, Grillby's eyes widen and he sits beside me, trying to use his natural light to hide mine. Meanwhile, my brain is having a freaking panic attack because the hot guy that caused all this is now pulling me against his side and has his arms around me to add his own weight to my efforts.

"What are you doing?"

"Shhhhh...You need to calm down. I'll talk you through this. I just need you to trust me."

I know why he's doing this. The monsters in the bar don't know what a human looks like, that's the good news. The bad news is, they know what a human soul looks like. And if this baby were to be spotted shining like the freaking sun, well, I can kiss my ass goodbye as I'd be a dead human for sure.

"W-What do I do?"

I try to keep my voice down, though gritting my teeth in pain isn't helping much.

"Close your eyes."

"What?"

"Do it."

I'm a bit reluctant as I know how my head works. It tends to go wild with imagination when able to not focus on the real world. But I can't fight this on my own. I do as told.

"Now what?"

"You need to think sad thoughts. The more painful the better."

"...Why?"

"I'll explain after we get your soul under control. Now please..."

"Okay."

I think back. Way back into my memory. I know a particularly sad point to look for. I like to think everyone can remember the first time they felt certain emotions. For me, I remember the first time I knew sadness...it was also the first time I knew of death.

I was but a child of age five. Mom was enrolling my brother and me into school. I wasn't excited about that. It was late, my brother came running into the house screaming for mom over and over with something in his hands. While coming back home, he spotted something white in dark grass and when he got closer it turned out to be a newborn kitten. Poor thing, couldn't be more than maybe an hour or two old and the poor baby was, unfortunately, being swarmed by ants. Not wanting to leave this creature to die, since the mom was nowhere, he rushed it home and mom was able to wash off the attacking bugs. The cries it made, strong and loud with life. We named the kitten Fate, calling it a blessing that it was able to escape such a twist in its luck. We made a makeshift bed for it out of a laundry basket, stuffed it with a thick blanket and a hot water bottle to have it simulate being with a living cat. I recall mom feeding it for a long time before she made us go to bed. By morning, the kitten was still with us. Mom fed it as she did us. The thought of this kitten joining our family made my day. Not even the school junk damped my mood. But of course you can't bring a kitten with you to school, so we left Fate with our grandparents until we got back. I remember so clearly petting that sweet little baby and wishing it pleasant dreams. Time passes quickly in the mind of a child. I don't remember the school part of this day at all. But when we came back to their house, the first thing I did was run to that kitten as fast as I could. I was so happy to see it. I picked it up...and it wasn't moving. I held it close...and I didn't feel it breathing. I remember the tears started to fall before I tried calling for help. I went to my Nana and the words left me without thinking. "Fate's dead!" I had never known of death. To this day, I still have no clue how I knew what it was. But I knew it. Mom tried to console me. It didn't work. When dad came home from work, we placed Fate in a perfume box and buried him directly under what at the time was our parents' bedroom window. In time, that became my room when dad added another room to the house so my brother and I didn't share a room. I would whisper to that window each night and tell Fate that I missed them. We may have only had Fate for less than a day, but that kitten left a huge impact on my heart. Time kept going. Mom and Dad split up. We lost the house and moved in with the grandparents. But we lived in the same neighborhood so I was always able to visit Fate. Even when I was a teen and the house came down, I would still visit the grave site. But then...After grandpa died, Nana lost her home too. We all had to move and we moved so far away too, another part of the state. I never got to say goodbye. I've lost Fate all over again. It hurts so much!

"Shhhhhh...It's okay, pussycat...It's okay...You're okay..."

Grillby's voice is so soft. But hearing it turns my senses back on and I realize what's happening. I am clinging to this man and sobbing into his shoulder like a baby. For the most part, his clothes protect him from my tears. But as more soak him, the liquid sadness starts to seep deeper, barely touching him and making the faintest sizzling sound as it evaporates. I let him go and use the bandanna to wipe my face.

"Sorry...*sniffle* Got lost in the memory. I didn't hurt you, did I?"

He shakes his head with a smile.

"What? This? No, you didn't hurt me. I barely felt anything really. It would take a lot more than some tears to put me out."

I sigh with relief and his smile grows.

"Awww...You do care."

I want to smack him and yet I just smile.

"Yeah...I do."

He sort of freezes up at that and I try to calm down from all this zaniness. I hate emotional roller coasters. Up, down, up, down, loop, twist, loop, twist...Too much! Makes my head hurt. I finally take a drink from the mug and am happy that it isn't flat. What makes me feel even better is that, when I finally notice it, my soul has returned to stay in my body and the glow is gone. I guess, now that I'm okay, it's time to make things super awkward.

"So...Is it alright to ask what just happened?"

That little question seems to have his face burning a slightly brighter shade of color.

"Um..."

He rubs the back of his head bashfully and now I'm uncertain I even want to know anymore.

"Uh...Before I say anything, I need to ask you something."

"Okay...?"

"Your mom, or the person you called mom...Was that...?"

"Dude, chill. That wasn't my birth mom on the phone. It was my adoptive monster mom. We live in the Ruins and she likes it that I call her on the regular."

That seems to take some load off him.

"Okay...Makes a bit more sense now."

His hands tap on his legs a bit. The poor guy acts like he's about to give me "the talk" to a kid.

"Alright...um...You know how sometimes when you feel certain emotions, your soul kind of reacts with it?"

Wait what?

"Maybe?"

Good god, do not tell me he is giving me "the talk".

"Well...*heavy sigh* When a mommy and daddy really love each other..."

I just cough into a fit of giggles at the sudden twist that went and he laughs along with me.

"Ah man...You should see the look on your face..."

"Dude, I'm looking at you and thinking 'he is not about to say what I think he is'. And then you say that...*snickering* Fucking epic..."

I drink some more as he too settles down.

"*sigh* That was nice...Either way, the reason your soul went all crazy was because you were aroused."

Soda shoots out of my mouth like a fireman's hose. Lucky for Grillby this wasn't aimed at him.

"What the fuck?!"

My reaction only has him laughing even harder than before and now I'm not happy. It takes him a moment to notice the "I'm going to dump this cup on you" look I have and he promptly regains himself.

"Heh...It was a joke?"

My stare only increases in strength.

"Okay, okay...I overstepped there. I admit that was completely stupid and that is not something to tease around like it's no big deal."

"Thank you."

"However..."

Oh my god, what now?

"That overwhelming surge of feeling in your soul was because of strong emotion. It happens quite commonly for us monsters. I don't know about how your kind works when it comes to things like this..."

"Believe me, this is all new to me. I think it's because there's magic down here. The exposure is awakening long dormant things in my body's genetic code. Epigenetics, I think that's what it's called."

"What's that?"

"Epigenetics is the study of changes in organisms caused by modification of gene expression rather than alteration of the genetic code itself. In simple terms, let's say your DNA is like your bar menu, with all those options to pick from. But to make you the you that you are, some of those options are locked behind a restricted VIP program. Now, under certain conditions, like a limited time special event, some of these options can unlock. It happens a lot with some domesticated animals. Some farm pigs after getting loose will become hairier, grow tusks, and get aggressive like normal wild hogs."

"Huh. So, since humans haven't had magic, their expression involving it became 'locked'?"

"Exactly. And since I've been here where magic is bountiful, this part has 'unlocked'."

"I suppose that makes sense. Explains why you didn't know how to handle that surge."

"Is something like that really so common?"

"Mostly among those that hit puberty, what with hormones going crazy and stuff like that. Adults can have it too, but it's usually for...certain reasons."

I really don't want to know what that means.

"Now I don't know what caused you to have such feelings. Maybe something you dreamed about...?"

Knowing my mind will start thinking of smoking hot dream Grillby, I slam my face to the table and hide the blush of shame coming to me.

"Um...Pussycat?"

"I don't want to talk about it. In fact..."

I slide the mug over to him.

"I would consider this a huge favor and would owe you if you fill this cup with something that would make me forget that damn dream."

"...Are you sure?"

"Grillby...please..."

I hate myself so much right now. Softly I feel his hand slide over mind as he takes the mug and the contact sends shivers through my body in a wave. I hope to god he didn't feel it or notice it.

"Anything in particular?"

"Not really. Though, that punch from earlier was nice. I just don't want to taste the booze."

He leaves the booth but not before petting my head gently and I hate myself even more because once he's gone I end up missing the feeling of him being around me. What is wrong with me? Why am I suddenly feeling all this? Am I sick? I have to be. It's the only logical answer. I stew like this for a while till Grillby returns. Lord, he works wonders. This punch tastes even better than before. The first mug of it is done in no time at all. And at this rate, I'm not going to remember anything for a very long time.

[Much time passes]

The clock has ticked away the final moments of the work time the brothers were scheduled for. Now was the time they were to return to their home and rest. No humans came by their stations, a very normal day as usual. The only difference in their routine is the quick stop at Grillby's they'll need to make to collect their "pet". When Sans had checked in on her before during his break, she wasn't drunk and her good company had him feeling odd. He hoped she was still sober and behaving well for Papyrus's sake. Yeah...Only half of that came true when they opened the door to the barkeep's shop.

Most patrons are doing what they do normally. But one was in a very social mood. The human leans on the jukebox, a drink of bubbling water in her hand and muttering what Sans could tell were some very raunchy things to Punk Hamster who seemed more than happy to listen to such chatter. They approach the bar as Grillby finishes pouring some shots.

"Ah, gentlemen. Is it that time already?"

"SAVE THE PLEASANTRIES, GRILLBY. JUST FILL ME IN ON HER BEHAVIOR."

"Pussycat? She's been a good girl. An absolute dream."

Almost as if on cue, a loud slap is heard and Punk Hamster is knocked off his seat.

"Touch my ass again! I fucking dare you! Handsy prick."

Sans snickers and Papyrus rolls his eyes.

"A DREAM YOU SAY?"

"Clearly that was his fault."

"CLEARLY...SANS, COLLECT HER SO WE MAY LEAVE."

"sure, boss. heh...this'll be fun."

Sans goes over to the human while Grillby coughs to get Papyrus's attention.

"So, Papyrus...I have an offer to tempt you with."

"IF IT'S ABOUT ME PAYING OFF SANS'S TAB, FORGET IT. HE DUG HIS HOLE, HE CAN CLIMB OUT ON HIS OWN."

"No, no...I know better than to bark up that tree. This is about the girl."

Papyrus cocks his eyes.

"GO ON."

"Alright...This arrangement of the two of you dropping her off here while you're at work, I'm more than fine with it. But what if you boys were able to gain something out of her time here?"

"...I'M LISTENING."

"I propose she works here while under my watch."

That made Papyrus snort a laugh.

"YOU THINK SHE IS REALLY CAPABLE LISTENING TO YOU?"

Grillby folds his arms with a smirk.

"Is a demonstration in order?"

Papyrus glares.

"PROVE TO ME YOU CAN COMMAND HER AND I MIGHT JUST ENTERTAIN THIS 'JOB' IDEA OF YOURS."

"Very well..."

By this time, Sans was helping her walk out of that corner and not trip over Punk Hamster who now is passed out on the floor.

"Lynsie..."

Her head perks up at her name.

"Can you come behind the bar for a moment?"

She leaves Sans's side, all be it a tad wobbly, and makes her way around to now stand by the elemental.

"Papyrus wants a drink. Can you make it for him?"

She eyes the both of them and even Sans is confused by it.

"Okay...What drink is it?"

Grillby slides a menu to Papyrus.

"uh...bro?"

"THE OLD FASHIONED. ADD CHERRIES."

Grillby takes back the menu.

"I've never made that."

"Follow my instructions. You'll do just fine."

The brothers watch as after a few whispers in her ear, she gets to making the drink. In a glass, she places a sugar cube in before wetting it down with two dashes of Angostura bitters and a short splash of club soda. She crushes the remaining cube with a glass mixer then stirs the glass so that the sugar grains and bitters give it a lining. Lastly, she adds a single large ice cube, pours in some bourbon, and tops it off with two cherries joined at the stem.

Grillby smiles and pats her head for a drink well made, making her giggle. Papyrus eyes the drink before him, taking it and breathing deeply the scent of it. Sans knows his brother would never drink it. Papyrus sees alcohol as trash and would never taint his body with the stuff. So his confusion over why he ordered a drink only grew as Papyrus continued to examine the beverage. Eventually, Papyrus takes the cherries and eats them off the stems before putting the glass down.

"Well?"

Grillby waits as Papyrus closes his eyes and rumbles with somewhat annoyance.

"...I WILL THINK ABOUT IT."

"think about what?"

"Good. In the meantime, I'll set things up and await your decision."

"Huh?"

"COME, GIRL. WE'RE LEAVING."

Papyrus heads out to leave while Sans and the human are sharing confused looks before following him.

"um...mind telling me what that was about?"

"I'd like a heads up too if that's cool?"

Papyrus says nothing all the way back to their house. Merely heading inside and going to the bathroom to wash his mouth out of the foul taste the liquor left. Sans and Lynsie just watched him before again sharing confused looks.

"Is he okay?"

"i have no idea...hey...are you sober right now?"

"Yeah. Been coming out it for the last hour or so."

"then why couldn't ya walk right?"

"I sat on my leg and it fell asleep. Damn thing is slowly un-numbing."

"huh...got any clue what they were on about?"

"Not really. Unless Grillby asked him about hiring me."

"oh. wait...what?"

"Grillby offered me a job at the bar."

"when did that happen?"

"Like ten minutes after you left."

"and? did you take the job or what?"

"I'll tell you what I told Grillby. Whether I want to take the job or not means nothing since I'm on 'house arrest'. It's up to Pap and you if I even get to think about taking it."

She kicks off her shoes and heads into the kitchen.

"what are ya doing now?"

"What's it look like? I'm making dinner before Papyrus bitches me out to do so."

She disappears into the kitchen and Sans flips her off while he can get away with it.

"Rough day, Smiley Trashbag?"

So taunts Flowey from his seat on the couch. A place that has Sans looking at him funny.

"okay, i gotta ask, how the hell do ya move around when you're stuck in a freaking pot?"

Flowey smirks teasingly.

"Wouldn't you like to know."

Sans rubs the bridge of his nasal hole in growing frustration.

"that's why i ask, dickweed."

"Think about it, bonehead..."

Vines sprout out of the soil and act like spider legs as he hops the pot off the couch.

"It's not that difficult to imagine."

Flowey heads into the kitchen with the human and Sans's left eye twitches unsure of what he just saw.

"ugh...the fuck is with this day? *deep sigh*"

Maybe a shower would make him feel better. Sans makes his way upstairs just as Papyrus exits the bathroom to head downstairs.

"WHERE ARE YOU GOING?"

"to maybe scrub this day off my bones. what's it to you?"

"THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM?"

"nothing! just leave me alone."

Sans brushes past his brother and shuts himself int the bathroom, missing out on the small frown Papyrus makes. Papyrus slowly descends the stairs and rests his bones on the couch. Maybe a tiny moment of being lethargic will ease his soul.

"Everything okay with you boys?"

The human peeks her head out to ask. He barely acknowledges her.

"NOTHING OF YOUR CONCERN, HUMAN."

She pouts before ducking her head back in. There are some whispers and she enters the living room to stand in front of him. Papyrus glares.

"WHAT?"

"You look like you could use some help."

He groans and stares up at the ceiling.

"I REQUIRE NO HELP FROM YOU. GO BACK AND COOK."

She sighs.

"Proud and stubborn even when I'm throwing you a bone."

He was about to remark on such wording when he suddenly felt her tug on his boot.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

He now finds her kneeling on the floor and pulling the aforementioned boot off.

"You're letting your pride blind you. If you'll let me, I can take some of that stress away."

"AND WHAT CAN YOU POSSIBLY DO?"

"Depends...Will you allow me to touch you?"

That made his sockets widen faintly and his jaw clench. She rolls her eyes and pulls the second boot off before pulling off his thick black socks. Still receiving no word to stop her actions, mostly because he's too confused and intrigued to speak, she begins to massage his feet. This has his head thrown back for entirely good reasons.

"Don't worry, Papyrus, this will have you feeling much better in no time."

There are twenty-six bones and thirty joints, twenty at least are articulate, in an adult human. There is a tibia, fibula, tarsus (7): talus, calcaneus, cuneiforms (3), cuboid, and navicular, metatarsus (5): first, second, third, fourth, and fifth metatarsal bone, and phalanges (14). Papyrus is not human, clearly, but his skeletal structure is similar in many ways. This at least gives something for the human to work with in terms of reference. She warms up his foot by doing some basic stretches. Gently stretching the foot up and down, around in circles. One hand cupping and supporting the heel while the other hand moves the foot at the ankle joint. When ready for the next step, she rests his ankle on her knee, and, accounting for his lack of flesh, squeezes the foot with both hands starting at the toes then work her way up to above the ankles before moving back down. Her hands always keeping a tender control of his appendage.

"MMMMMM...THAT DOES FEEL NICE..."

"I'm only getting started. You have a lot of stress built up in these metatarsals. But it's nothing a little elbow grease can't fix."

Now instead of squeezing, she now uses both hands and twists the foot in opposite directions starting at the toes before working up to the ankles then back down. Several loud pops leave his joints and he claws the couch cushions with a jaw clenched tight.

"Too much?"

He shakes his head, refusing to speak to keep embarrassing sounds from escaping and making him seem weak. Little did he know that this was only a mere warm-up. Using the fingers of both her hands to do strokes on the top of the foot and her thumbs do strokes on the bottom. Again, she starts at the toes before working up to the ankles and back down. Trying to find the grooves between the bones and joints of his foot, applying the more tender strokes in those areas. His resolve was weakening rapidly, taking more out of him than some of his hardest training. Yet she isn't done. Her focus was now on his toes. At the bases of where his toes bend, the metatarsophalangeal joints, she moves her fingers on top of the foot and her thumb on the bottom, making circular motions at these areas for all five toes. He starts wriggling in her hold now.

"You okay? If you want me to stop, I will."

"KEEP GOING..."

"Are you sure?"

"DO IT!"

"Okay...Just making sure you're comfortable."

"I AM COMFORTABLE."

"Your bones tell a different story. And before you deny it, I can feel you tense."

He growls until she pops his ankle again and he groans loudly.

"Now, I'll suggest this only once. Relax. You'll feel better."

She doesn't move from her position and he sighs to himself in annoyed relent. Only when she feels him give in to being at ease does she continue once more. Restarting with the little toe, she uses her index and middle finger on top of the toe while her thumb is on the bottom then, starting at the base of the toe, she massages to the tip of the toe then makes a circle with the toe. This was followed that by gently pulling on the toe, eliciting pop after pop from each toe and a small moan from him each time.

"There we go. Those are the moans of a man that's enjoying himself."

"*RUMBLE* DO NOT MOCK ME, HUMAN..."

"Never. I'm only commenting on how well my work is making you feel."

"JUST...*GROAN* SHUT UP...*MOAN* BUT DO CONTINUE..."

"Heh...As you wish."

She continues with the toes by running her four fingers into the four spaces between the toes. Starting from the top of the foot to the bottom, she does several gentle back and forth movements. Finishing the toes by using her index finger on top and thumb on the bottom, gently massaging the toe spaces, stroking the spaces by pulling towards her. His toes curl and this soft coo leaves him, earning a smile from the human. Nearing her end, she moves her focus to the bottom of the foot. Using her thumbs to make circular motions, she strokes up, down, and side to side along the bones. After a moment or two, she finishes the foot massage by doing light strokes with her fingers on top of the foot and her thumbs on the bottom, kneading into him starting at the toes then working up above the ankles. By the time she sets his foot down, Papyrus is already seeing stars. So when she takes his other foot in her hand as to get ready to begin again, he shuts his eyes and lounges back fully. Now he could really get used to this.

Up in the bathroom, Sans having finished washing just stands in the tub and lets the shower cascade his bones in its steamy goodness. The steam from the water rises up and makes the air incredibly warm. The smell of soap sprinkles the atmosphere with an alluring aroma that fills his senses. It's like a mini-paradise in his own home. With closed sockets, he let the water bounce off your face. His hands stretch up to feel the streams, water pools slightly in his palms and fall between his fingers. If only all problems could wash away this easily. After a good fifteen minutes or so, he finally turns off the water and starts to dry himself off, mumbling a short swear now realizing his slippers are in his bedroom.

*pop*

*GROAN*

That had Sans pause in the middle of his fluffy towel dry time. The first sound wasn't quite loud enough for him to register, but that second one, that sounded like Papyrus. Maybe he just stubbed his toe or something dumb like that.

*pop*

*MOAN*

Okay...What the fuck?

"*muffled* YES, HUMAN...HARDER...MMMMMM...RIGHT THERE...JUST LIKE THAT..."

No way his brother, the great and terrible prude, would be fooling around in the living room with the human. For one, his brother has impossibly high standards. And two, it's the fucking human! No way...

*GROAN*

That's it! Time to crash this fucked up party! Sans rushes out in nothing but a towel and only gets as far as the top of the stairs when the sight on the couch has any messed up thoughts that he once had to burn out into general confusion. The human is merely rubbing Papyrus's foot, something that he's surprised Papyrus let her do in the first place, but for some reason, the taller skeleton on the couch is all too content with being touched like this and being way too vocal for Sans's liking.

"the hell are you two doing?"

Papyrus doesn't bother looking at Sans, he just continues to lull his head side to side when a joint is so tenderly worked on. The human, however, does turn to see him but never stops her handy work.

"I'm giving him a massage. You want a turn too? I'm about to finished with Pap here."

"YOU ARE DONE WHEN I SAY YOU'RE DONE. AND YOU ARE NOT..."

A loud series of pops come from his toes all at once when she curls them a particular way and all fight leaves the aggro-skeleton in one long moan before he lays still in somehow exhaustion.

"As I said, he's done for now. I can take care of you too if you want to that is?"

Sans looks at her. Her face is calm and seems unusually soft in her expression. Perhaps she does mean well in her intentions. He then looks at Papyrus. If he had a tongue it would be dangling out of his mouth shamefully. He does look relaxed...maybe a bit too relaxed.

"i think i'll pass."

"You sure?"

"yeah. maybe after we get out grub on. speaking of which...?"

"Oh. Flowey's got it covered."

That earned her a funny look from him.

"What's with that face? He's only watching the oven. We're having one of Papyrus's dishes tonight."

His skull scrunched up with displeasure at the thought of pasta once more being on his plate.

"ugh...why aren't ya cooking something?"

She stands up and rolls her shoulders as her back straightens.

"Because the last time I did, this fella threw a fit a smacked me. Besides, there's not enough time to make something from scratch."

"not enough time?"

"I don't know you boys' sleep schedule. And I really don't want to mess with his."

She points to Papyrus and all Sans could do was shrug in agreement.

"If at all possible, I'd like to pick up a few things at the shop so things like this don't happen."

Sans sighs and rubs his skull.

"make a list. i'll see what i can do later. are we still good on eggs?"

"If I remember right, we have enough for a decent meal in the morning. But that's it."

"shit..."

"Hey..."

Her voice sounded a bit off and it got his attention.

"How long have you been in just a towel?"

Oh, now she notices. Wait, she's only now noticing? How did she not notice? He knew he was no prince charming, but a little reaction to seeing him like this would be a much-wanted boost to his ego. Maybe he could use this. Maybe he can try out that dumb pet name he uncreatively came up with.

"been like this the whole time. why? see something ya like...kitten?"

Yeah, he'd win no awards on originality any time soon. But the effect was what he was going for and he got it. Her expression faltered, with eyes looking at him in puzzlement and the gears grinding behind them trying to understand the fuck she just heard.

"Did you just...?"

The crooked grin smearing his skull was priceless.

"what's the matter, kitten? cat got your tongue?"

Now emotion left her face, not showing anything good but nothing bad either. Just flat dullness.

"Grillby has tainted you."

He chuckles as she heads into the kitchen.

"ah come on, where ya going?"

"To see if dinner is ready."

"awww...is the kitten shy about seeing a naked guy?"

"You're in a towel! Go put on some damn pants!"

That got his metaphorical gut to bust. He was laughing so much he needed to brace himself on the railing so he wouldn't fall on his not real ass. There is just something about messing with her he really enjoys. Maybe it's the look that comes to her when he eggs her on just right. Maybe it's the fight he can see as she tries not to enjoy it. Or maybe, just maybe, deep down in the pits of his soul getting a rise out of her makes him forget that she's human and in that tiny moment, she looks like something he might find...cute. Or he can just be a huge prick that gets his rocks off pissing her off. Who knows. What does happen though, is all the ruckus stirs Papyrus from his haze and it takes him a moment to notice things.

"THE HELL...? SANS?"

Sans calms down and wipes away the laughing tears with glee.

"sup?"

"WHY ARE YOU GALLAVANTING IN A TOWEL?"

"eh. thought i'd enjoy the breeze."

Papyrus didn't find this funny, but he also didn't care enough to make a fuss.

"GO PUT SOME CLOTHES ON. NO ONE WANTS TO SEE YOU LIKE THIS, ESPECIALLY ME."

There was no yelling. No rage. No fight. No demand. It was a simple request with a basic comment made. Sans is shocked by this. So much so, he merely nods and does as a told. Something that even takes Papyrus by surprise. The sound of cutlery being moved around gets his attention but he doesn't get the chance to investigate the cause. The human pokes her head out, goes back in after seeing him, and comes out with food a couple seconds later that she brings to him. The sight of a familiar dish and delicious aroma bring a small smile to his skull.

"ONE OF MINE?"

"I thought you'd like it."

He gladly accepts the plate.

"HMMMMM..."

"Everything okay?"

"JUST THINKING."

"About?"

He looks at her.

"WHY AREN'T YOU THIS PLEASANT ALL THE TIME?"

She snickers.

"I can ask you the same thing. But the non-stupid answer is an easy one. Because I know when someone needs a break. This world ain't easy. Even more so down here. I know I joke around and act dumb, but that's just me...trying to avoid the real shit going on. But that doesn't mean I don't see it."

She rubs her arm sheepishly and he cocks his eyes at this change in her.

"I...I owe you both for taking me in. Keeping me out of the guard's most wanted list. And I know I haven't been the most grateful when it comes to showing this. I want to change that. I want to show that I'm not just some stupid human taking advantage of circumstance. I want...*choke* I want..."

She covers her mouth and appears to struggle with speaking what she wants to say.

"I'll let you eat in peace."

She turns to leave but a snap of his fingers gets her attention.

"COME HERE."

She opens her mouth to give an excuse but he gestures her over and she knows better than to disobey. She takes a seat on the couch and uncomfortably looks at the floor. Papyrus groans before placing his hand on top of her head, ever so softly petting her much to her confusion.

"..."

"SPEAK, GIRL."

"I'm afraid to ask why you're doing this."

"IF YOU MUST KNOW...I THINK IT'S IMPORTANT TO REINFORCE POSITIVE BEHAVIOR."

"Oh."

The tinge of disappointment in her tone made a small part of him feel good. It gave him a way to tell that she was being true with her words. And more importantly to his ego, she respected him enough to come out and tell him that. A brave move. One he could respect as well. Maybe he could give her an inch this one time. Perhaps if he did, this change in her would be more of a long-term thing.

"THAT...AND I SUPPOSE, SOMETIMES I DON'T ALWAYS GIVE YOU THE INCENTIVE TO BE GOOD EITHER."

That had her looking up at him now. Her eyes. Something about them always had a knack for getting him to focus on her once those shimmering ocular orbs were in his sights. He was able to see so much in them. Like windows into her inner workings. Though he also found himself curious at times when those eyes would change in hue. Very subtle or all at once. Kind of like right now in fact. Those eyes held a look that had long since left the Underground. In those softly tinted brown eyes, there was hope.

"Maybe we can fix that?"

A compromise? Fine. He'll humor her for now.

"HOW DO YOU SUPPOSE WE DO THAT?"

"Hmmmmm...The way I see it, the world sucks and we can't always do something about it. But home is a different matter. I will do my best to leave my issues outside and be like this, the nice girl, as long as you can do the same. Not counting personal stuff that dare not leave the privacy of our inner vaults and never sees the light of day, unless there's an emergency."

That...That actually makes sense.

"AGREED. BUT YOU HAVE TO NOT BECOME SOME LITTLE BITCH. IF I WANT A ROBOT TO KISS MY ASS I'LL HAVE METTATON DO IT."

"*giggle* So are you saying that you like me? My personality at least. I already know where I stand as a human to you."

"AS GRATING AS YOUR PERSONALITY CAN BE, IT IS THE YOU I'M USED TO. DO NOT CHANGE. I HATE CHANGE."

"Awww...What a sweet thing for you to say. Thank you, Papy."

That made him flinch.

"I ruined the moment didn't I? Damn it. I really need to work on my people skills."

He removes his hand and begins eating, now ignoring her. Though she remains seated near him with a warm smile.

"YOU CAN GO NOW. I'M SURE YOU REQUIRE SUBSTANCE AS WELL."

She nods.

"I enjoyed this. I hope we can keep this going between us."

She takes her leave to the kitchen as Sans ventures out of his room now fully clothed in a loose shirt, shorts, and his slippers. Slowly descending the stairs with a mix of both comfort and unease. His brother was unusually calm. It made him feel like he had to walk on eggshells or Papyrus would revert to his more aggressive side and no one wants that.

"how's it going, bro?"

Papyrus pauses to look at his brother and then continues to eat. Okay...At least he's not being loud.

"That you, Sansy-boy?"

He flinched at the name. Guessing it's time to pay for the "kitten" thing.

"yeah, i'm down here."

"Mind joining me for a second?"

Well, this could only mean good things. That or the human was going to do something stupid. His gold was on the latter. He tucked his hands in his pockets and waltzed his way over to her.

"what's up, kiddo?"

He doesn't get very far into the kitchen before she pretty much jumps him and the next thing he registers is her body is against his...she's hugging him.

"k-kid?"

"It's weird. Every time I want to be serious with you, something in me demands that I hug you. I don't know why. It scares me and yet...feels okay. And that only scares me even more."

This was so awkward. Especially with the flower staring at him. She lets him go and gives him space.

"Sorry. I know that makes things uncomfortable."

"yeah, no shit. now was there a real reason ya wanted me over here?"

"Yes..."

Something was off. She was different. She was nervous.

"I...I spoke with Pap while you were gone."

Interesting.

"okay? about what?"

She holds her arm.

"Look...I'm running low on courage right now, so here's the quick version. I'm sorry I've been a huge bitch that only causes trouble and makes you mad. So I'm going to try to be better so I'm not a liability. I don't want to trouble you guys when you've done so much for me. I'm don't want to be some useless albatross rotting around your neck. I don't want to be a burden. I just...I...God damn it! I don't want you to hate me!"

Where the fuck did that come from?

She's shaking a little bit and he has no clue how to respond. He looks at the flower who is just as bothered by this. Her shout also managed to get Papyrus's attention.

"HEY! WHAT'S GOING ON IN THERE?"

Sans made to cover for this but she beat him to it.

"Everything's fine, Papyrus! I just...got a bit excited is all."

Nothing more is remarked by Papyrus but a slight growl.

"not to sound like an ass, but what the fuck was that?"

She takes a moment to settle down, rubbing her face as if from tears that never fell.

"I'm sorry..."

"sure, you're sorry, i get it. just...just talk to me, okay? we're still cool, right?"

"Yeah."

"then tell me what's the problem? you can trust me. remember last night?"

"What happened last night?"

So chimes in the flower and they both tense up a bit.

"Mind if I...?"

"please do."

She takes Flowey into the living room and he whines like a child being pushed out of an adult conversation. She comes back and he can still sense the strange vibe on her.

"like i was saying...remember last night? we talked about stuff no one else knows about. we're secret buddies, right? if something's on your mind, i'll hear ya out. ya just have to tell me."

She fiddles with her fingers shyly.

"Some...Something happened at Grillby's."

His sockets widened and she waves her hands defensively.

"No! It wasn't anything involving the Black Soul and that glitchy stuff."

"then what? was it chara? gaster?"

"No."

"then what happened? you're sorta killing all the leads i know."

Then a thought popped in his head. A nasty, vile, disgusting, parasitic thought planted itself in his skull.

"no...don't ya dare tell me he touched you."

That made her confused for a second.

"Who?"

"you damn well know who. grillby."

"W-What?"

She can't be this stupid.

"come on. i know ya can't be this dumb. you've seen the way he looks at you. the guy oggles you like a dog sees a steak."

Her expression changes. Now she looks pissed and amused.

"Oh? And what if he does? Why does it matter to you if a guy might show attention my way? You feeling threatened, Sans? Maybe, dare I say, jealous?"

She is so baiting him. Tough luck on her, he isn't stupid enough to fall for such things.

"don't play me. now tell me if i have to go over there and kick his ass."

The piss off part of her fades away and something else takes its place. Something he doesn't recognize.

"You...You would do that? For me?"

It takes every bit of his control to fight the instantaneous blush that came upon realizing what was happening in this fucked up conversation.

"*scoff* don't think so highly of yourself. i made a promise to protect you. that's all."

Hurt flashes in her eyes before it disappears.

"I see...Either way, Grillby didn't do anything to me."

Sans groans and smacks the counter, making her jump.

"then can you quit jerking me around and tell me what the fuck happened before i lose my shit?"

She looks at the floor, a deep blush coming to her face.

"I had a dream. A really vivid dream. And my soul did a thing."

Wait...what?

"say that again?"

She starts to shrink in on herself.

"My soul reacted to the dream and it was a color it hasn't been before. I don't know what to make of it. But ever since it happened I've been more emotional and I'd appreciate it if you'd not make fun of it."

Okay, that he'll have to talk more with her about. But this sounded odd and her behavior begged him to pick more into this than probably she wanted him to.

"a new color? huh, go figure. but, um...you say a dream did something to your soul?"

She hid behind her hand and he knew this was only the beginning of something juicy.

"It was a weird dream. I don't even remember it. I had Grillby douse the memory from my mind with hard shit, so I can't go into detail even if you tortured me and gave me truth serum. So, please...Drop it."

Clever girl. But he bet she knew still what type of dream it was.

"ah, don't be that way. it couldn't be as bad as you think it is. i mean...it's not like it was some sex dream or something."

Her eyes nearly bug out of her head and his grin almost cracks his skull with how large it gets.

"No! It's not like that! Nothing even happened! I think...?"

His grin got bigger.

"Don't you fucking dare."

A tiny snicker leaves him.

"I mean it, Sans. Not one sound."

Then a chuckle and she grabs him by his shirt.

"I will get rid of all the mustard in town if you laugh!"

He held it in but couldn't let her off easily.

"heh...must've been really hard to wake up from a dream like that. then again, not sure ya would've liked it soft."

He cackles with laughter and she drops him like a sack of potatoes with cheeks burning hot.

"I don't know why I even bother with you."

She goes to storm out only to pause, a wicked smile creeping on her lips that he can't see.

"But then again...Dream you is so much fun~."

That shut him up.

"wait, what?"

She smiles and waves.

"Have fun with that thought, Sans."

She can't be serious. She has to be fucking with him. She has to be...right?

"hey, hold on!"

She's managed to speed over to Papyrus in the time it takes him to get off the floor. No way he was saying anything around his brother. Clever bitch. Using Papyrus like a shield to prolong the nagging questions rattling in his skull.

"IS SOMETHING THE MATTER, SANS?"

"Yes, Sans, is something wrong?"

Oh, that cocky shew. He was going to get her for this. One way or another, maybe today or even sometime later, he would make her pay dearly.

"nah. everything is fine. in fact, why don't i join ya."

He made his way over and she made it clear she knew he was up to something by scooting closer to Papyrus. The taller skeleton didn't seem to care, having finished with his dinner and now watching TV. So, like any decent man with an evil plan, Sans played it cool as he lounged next to her.

"*whisper* you know the moment he leaves, your ass is mine."

She kept her focus on the flickering screen ahead.

"*whisper* That's what dream you said."

That made him glare hard into her skull.

"*whisper* that's not funny."

"*whisper* Now you know how I feel."

"*whisper* what did ya expect telling me something like that?"

"*whisper* I expected you to not be a dick about something that freaked me out."

"*whisper* geez, don't be like that."

"WILL YOU BOTH QUIT WHISPERING? IT'S LIKE TWO MOSQUITOES ARE HAVING A MARITAL DISPUTE."

"sorry, pap."

"WHAT ARE YOU WHISPERING FOR ANYWAY?"

"We don't want to bother with our dumb stuff. We'll be quiet."

"AND AGAIN...WHY THE WHISPERING?"

This time Sans beat her to the punch.

"seems our little kitten here had herself a..."

"Accident!"

At the last second, she voiced a lie to cover over him.

"I...I had an accident when at Grillby's."

"OH?"

"what kind of 'accident'?"

Oh, this was going to be lame as balls in a snowstorm.

"I had a bit too much to drink...Bun made me laugh at some joke, I don't even remember it being all that funny...The next thing I know, there's a crash. I apparently flipped a try out of Grillby's hands. I was so embarrassed. Grillby said it was fine, but I felt so bad..."

"what a load of crap."

"I'm sorry, were you there?"

"i don't have to be there to know you're lying."

"Don't be all sour because Grillby likes me more than you."

"bitch, you're so full of it i'm surprised you still have pants, because they would be ash about now."

"Wow, sick burn. Look, I'm sizzling as we speak."

"SHUT UP!"

They cease their quarreling at Papyrus's demand.

"SOMETHING'S HAPPENING."

Attention falls to the TV. Mettaton, the entertaining robot, was twirling excitedly around a covered slab that clearly had a person under the sheet.

"GOOD EVENING, ASSHOLES AND BITCHES! I HATE TO BREAK FROM OUR REGULARLY SCHEDULED PROGRAMS, BUT THIS IS A SPECIAL OCCASION. WELCOME TO THIS EVENING'S PRESENTATION OF...EXECUTION ROULETTE!"

The cover is pulled back and strapped on the slab with a gag in his mouth is a familiar douche-cat.

"It's that asshole from the bar!"

"YOU KNOW THAT GUY?"

"He was rude. Strolled into the place like he owned it. He disrespected Grillby and burned me."

"WHAT?!"

"Grillby kicked his ass for his behavior. Yet..."

"oooooh, this is gonna be sweet. i hope the wheel lands on the spike pit. it's been ages since that got hit."

"Wait, what? He really isn't going to kill him...Is he?"

"AS MANDATED BY LORD KING ASGORE, ALL EXECUTIONS ARE TO BE PUBLICLY BROADCASTED SO THAT ALL KNOW THAT NO ONE IS ABOVE PUNISHMENT. EVEN THE SMALLEST OF CRIMES ARE GIVEN CORPORAL PUNISHMENT."

"But...That's crazy."

"i wouldn't go that far. crime is near nonexistent with a rate as low as 2%, and that's at it's high point. no one but those with nothing to lose dare try to break the laws we guardsmen enforce."

"But..."

"IT MAY NOT BE SOMETHING YOU CAN ACCEPT OR COMPREHEND. BUT THIS WORLD IS KILL OR BE KILLED. AND DOWN HERE, THE LAWS PASSED DOWN BY KING ASGORE ARE WHAT KEEP US ALL ALIVE. WITHOUT HIM, THE UNDERGROUND WOULD BE CHAOS."

Papyrus may have been talking to the human, but his attention was on the screen. Yet Sans paid her attention. He saw the small amount of color leave her face when the facts sink in. He saw the conflict happening behind her eyes as she struggled to find a reason for this apparent madness. He had to admit, he envied that. To have that innocence again. To believe that such things didn't have to happen or could be avoided or even forgiven if just dealt with the right way. Sadly, that's just not the case.

"PAY CLOSE ATTENTION, HUMAN. THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU ARE FOUND GUILT OF WRONGDOINGS IN THE UNDERGROUND."

She didn't like this. No one except the truly sick did. And Sans could see the same question running through her head like it did his...What did that guy do to deserve this? Because, for as nuts as the laws are, no one gets on this show unless the orders came in for it. And there was no word of this guy all through their shift at work. Something wasn't right about this.

"TONIGHT, WE POSSIBLY SAY OUR FAREWELLS TO THIS POOR SOUL. THE REASON FOR HIS BEING HERE THIS EVENING IS QUITE SIMPLE. HE WAS FOOLISH ENOUGH TO DO HARM AGAINST SOMEONE OF IMPORTANCE. VERY STUPID INDEED. NOT TO MENTION, HE ALSO COMMITTED THEFT AND TO HIS DEAR EMPLOYER NO LESS. HAVE YOU NO SHAME?"

The cat monster yells into his gag and thrashes in his restraints.

"WELL, MY DEAR VIEWERS, LET US GET ON WITH THE SHOW. IT HAS BEEN MANY A YEAR SINCE OUR LAST GAME, SO ALLOW ME TO GO OVER THE RULES FOR OUR YOUNGER AUDIENCE MEMBERS. THIS PATHETIC WELP'S FATE RESTS ON THE PUREST FORM OF JUDGE, JURY, AND EXECUTIONER. SAY IT WITH ME NOW...THE WHEEL OF FATE!"

A flashy over the top game wheel lowers from somewhere off-screen. There are many sections on the wheel, each labeled with different outcomes, some of which are definitely not safe for kids to watch.

"WITH A SPIN OF THE WHEEL, WE LEAVE IT TO FATE TO CHOOSE WHAT WILL HAPPEN. NO ONE IS HELD RESPONSIBLE OVER FATE, FOR WE ARE BUT MORTALS. WE LIVE AND WE DIE AT THE WHIM OF CHANCE. AND SO, CHANCE IS THE FAIREST WAY TO DECIDE WHAT WE SHOULD DO WITH SOULS THAT DON'T WANT TO PLAY NICE WITH OTHERS."

"But it's not fair."

That got the brother's attention.

"how so?"

"That wheel. The number of chances for negative outcomes is all bundled together with only a few positive one's places in sporadically. By that level, the odds of hitting a bad outcome are guaranteed. There is no fairness. Hell, his odds of getting, what is that? Hot coals rammed up his...Fuck! That is a lot of ass related tortures."

Before any further discussion can be made on the clear bias for death, the sound of the wheel's pointer tapping along the many pegs.

"AROUND AND AROUND IT GOES. WHERE IT STOPS, ONLY FATE KNOWS. WHEEL OF FATE, TURN TURN TURN, TELL US THE LESSON THIS FOOL SHALL LEARN."

The wheel starts to slow down and the tension on the couch mounts with each passing clack of the pegs. Clack. Clack. Clack. Clack. Clack. Clack. Clack. Clack...Clack...Clack...Clack...Clack...Clack.

"OHHHH NO!! SEEMS LIKE WE MIGHT BE HIT WITH A CASE OF MISFORTUNE MY SCUMMY FRIENDS. OUR POOR VIC...I MEAN, PRISONER...HAS LANDED ON THE 'SECOND CHANCE'. A VERY RARE ROLL INDEED."

A phone number appears on the screen.

"HERE'S YOUR CHANCE TO SWAY THE WHIMS OF FATE. THE EIGHTH CALLER WILL DETERMINE WHAT BECOMES OF THIS...FOUL FURBALL. BEGIN CALLING...NOW!"

It came to no shock when sudden dial noises come from the human.

"kiddo?"

"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?"

"Making a difference."

"hang up, kid. the odds of you getting through are like..."

Her ears perk up.

"Hello?"

Mettaton claps excitedly.

"GREETINGS, YOU LUCKY CALLER. I TAKE IT YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT SHOULD HAPPEN TO THIS UNFORTUNATE SOUL."

"Yeah, I do. Let him go."

Papyrus scoffs and Sans rolls his eyes at her. The robot on TV has an overly dramatic reaction as well.

"WHAT?! LET HIM GO? NOW, WHY WOULD YOU SUGGEST SUCH A SILLY IDEA?"

"For one, your wheel is rigged to have like an 80% chance of resulting in death, 15% chance of horrible brutality that may or may not be lethal, and 5% of a less harmful thing happening. Second, he committed theft? Funny...I recall hearing him say in public among other witnesses and I quote 'My pussy of a boss is trying to suck up to all us employees by paying for lunch.' end quote. If you truly intend for me, or anyone else, to believe you, go on and take the gag out. I'm sure he'd call you out on this too. And lastly..."

"MY MY...DARLING, I DIDN'T THINK YOU WOULD ACTUALLY CALL BUT YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW DELIGHTED I AM THAT YOU'VE PROVEN ME WRONG."

Her expression is that of someone trying not to be concerned.

"I beg your pardon?"

"YOU'RE RIGHT. YOU ARE RIGHT ABOUT ALL OF IT. THIS WHOLE THING WAS A FARCE. HELL, THIS ISN'T EVEN THE REAL WHEEL OF FATE. MERELY A PROP I'VE HAD THE UNDESIRABLES WHIP TOGETHER FOR ME. THIS WHOLE BROADCAST WAS JUST A PLOY TO LURE YOU OUT. I KNEW YOU'D SHOW MERCY, YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE IN THIS WHOLE DAMN PLACE THAT WOULD. IT'S WHY I LIKE YOU. YOU'RE DIFFERENT. YOU'RE NOT LIKE ALL THE OTHERS THAT CALL THE UNDERGROUND HOME. THAT'S WHY I'M YOUR BIGGEST FAN!"

"...I don't know whether to be flattered or creeped out."

"DARLING, YOU SHOULD FEEL HONORED. I DON'T HOLD ANYONE IN HIGH REGARD, WELL, ASIDE FROM MYSELF. BUT YOU...LET'S JUST SAY I HAVE A SOFT SPOT FOR SOMEONE LIKE YOU. EVER SINCE I SAW YOU, I CAN'T GET YOU OUT OF MY PROCESSORS. IT'S WHY I DID THIS. WHY I WILL KEEP SEEKING YOU OUT."

"*scoff* I'm not a fan of people that don't have the guts to be straightforward. If you're crushing on me, come find me and say it to my face."

"OH, IF ONLY IT WAS THAT EASY. DUE TO CONSTANT UPDATING TO MY HARDWARE AND BODY, I CAN'T TRAVEL UNTIL SUCH THINGS ARE COMPLETE. SUCH A PITY. OTHERWISE, I WOULD RUSH OVER TO THAT PODUNK TOWN AND DRAG YOU AWAY TO BE BY MY SIDE. BUT SINCE THAT'S NOT A THING, WE HAVE THIS LITTLE SHOW. AND WE HAVE THIS IDIOT TO THANK FOR IT. ISN'T THAT RIGHT, BURGERPANTS?"

Mettaton pats the cat's face with a bit more force than one would in a mocking moment.

"YES, THIS MORON PLAYED THE ROLE OF ARON BOY ALMOST PERFECTLY. ALL HE HAD TO DO WAS GO GET THE FOOD AND REPORT BACK. SO SIMPLE, YES? AND YET...HE COMES BACK WITH OBVIOUSLY TAMPERED FOOD AND HAS THE GALL TO BRAG TO ME, OF ALL PEOPLE, THAT HE PUT HIS DISGUSTING CIGARETTE OUT ON THAT PRETTY SKIN OF YOURS. OH SO FOOLISH..."

Mettaton holds one of the cat's fingers and snaps it back, making the cat scream into the gag.

"YOU WON'T BE MAKING THAT MISTAKE AGAIN, WILL YOU, BURGERPANTS?"

Another finger is snapped back and screams get louder as the cat tries to gesture that he yields.

"WISE MOVE, BOY. YOU'LL THINK TWICE ABOUT DAMAGING SOMETHING THAT'S MINE. WHICH REMINDS ME...HOW'S THE BURN HEALING? YOU'RE NOT SCARRED, ARE YOU, HUMAN?"

That got the skeleton brothers' attention she was frozen on the spot.

"*whisper* hang up the phone, lynsie."

She didn't move. And in all honesty, she couldn't. Fear had its cold grip on her and dug its claws deep. Papyrus made the move and shut her phone off, but the damage was done. It's now public knowledge that there is a human in the Underground.

"HUH...IT APPEARS WE HAVE LOST COMMUNICATION. NO PROBLEM. I KNOW YOU'RE STILL LISTENING, DARLING. HOW COULD YOU NOT AFTER SUCH A SHOCKING REVEAL. I HOPE YOU ENJOYED BEING PART OF THIS LITTLE SHOW. YOU ARE THE STAR AFTER ALL. NOTHING LIKE A LITTLE DRAMA TO SPICE THINGS UP. MAKES ANTICIPATION GATHER AND WHEN THE BIG EVENT HAPPENS IT'S ALL THE MORE SATISFYING. OOOH...I EVER SO HOPE YOU ARE ABLE TO JOIN ME WHEN THE TIME COMES. I HAVE BEEN EXPECTING SOMETHING TRULY FABULOUS TO BE READY ANY DAY NOW AND EXPERIENCING IT WITH YOU...WELL...LET'S JUST SAY IT WILL BE A MOMENT NO ONE WILL EVER FORGET. TOODLES~!"

The show cuts back to something already in the middle of airing. The room is silent. Until the unavoidable questions couldn't keep from being unsaid any longer. How the hell does he know about her and what are they going to do now that the entire Underground knows she's down here?

[writinginstardust]

Just In Case

Pairing: Ezra Mason x Kady Grant

Request: anon asked  “Hi can you write a smut fic about kady grant and ezra mason ?Thank you very much.”

Warnings: smut is ahead, swearing as per the norm

A/N: so like i’m still bad at smut, i still can’t believe someone wanted more smut from me after the last one i wrote because let’s be honest it ain’t great, pretty sure this is a bit better though so that’s good. They have unprotected sex because pretty sure getting a condom on the Mao isn’t gonna be easy but make sure y’all have safe sex okay?

This originally had more to it but i’ve been really struggling to find time to write this so i left it here. I may write the part 2 but i’m not sure yet, if you want me to then let me know!

Word Count: 1896

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12 hours before the survivors of the Bei-Tech attacks were set to arrive back at Kerenza IV, Kady Grant was trying to sleep. It wasn’t working out well for her. Her mind was screaming at her to check and recheck everything for the thousandth time, to analyse the plan and find anything that might go wrong yet again. She couldn’t keep it quiet. She needed a distraction.

With an irritated sigh she got up and left the private room she was allowed to use. It was cramped and used to be a storage room but considering how everyone else was living aboard the Mao, she had nothing to complain about.

She slowly made her way towards the hanger where she knew Ezra would be, probably over-thinking everything just as she was. There was a lot of responsibility on his shoulders, other pilots might live or die by his orders. To everyone else it seemed as if he took everything in his stride but Kady had witnessed the toll it was really taking on him. She knew he needed a distraction too.

Finally reaching the hanger, it took mere moments to locate Ezra. He was fussing over his Chimera, talking to a tired-looking mechanic about who knows what. She came up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist.

“Kades? I thought you’d gone to get some sleep?” he turned in her arms, face scrunched up in confusion.

“I did, my mind wouldn’t let me though. I can’t sleep without you there.” His face softened and he leaned down to kiss her gently on the forehead.

“Let me finish up here and I’ll come to bed with you.”

“Ez, everything is fine, there’s nothing you can do at the moment. Come with me and let the poor mechanic go to bed, she looks almost as tired as you, …no offence.”

“None taken Kady, I’m exhausted.” She offered the pink-haired girl a grateful smile and left her and Ezra alone.

“Come on, come to bed,” she took his hand and led him back to her little room.

Laying with her head on Ezra’s chest in a bed only meant for one, Kady once again tried to find sleep. Though the steady beat of his heart and his gentle touches lulled her, her mind continued over-working itself and preventing her rest. She let out a groan of frustration and felt Ezra shift beside her.

“What is it?”

“I can’t stop thinking about it, about everything that could go wrong, about all the people that might not make it back, …about you not making it back.” Tears pricked her eyes as she turned to look up at the boy beside her.

“Kades, everyone’s been over this plan a hundred times already, if there was a way to lessen the risk we’d have found it by now. We can make this work, we can get everyone through this. I’m sure of it.”

He meant it, she could see the determination and surety in his eyes, hear it in his voice, feel it in the strong grip on her. She knew he would do everything to make sure they pulled this off but she also knew how relentless Bei-Tech were, how much more training they had. The odds were seriously stacked against them and it was highly likely some wouldn’t survive the assault. She couldn’t bare the thought that Ezra might be one of them.

“I know, I just wish it didn’t have to be you.” Ezra leaned down and pressed a loving kiss to her forehead before speaking softly against her skin.

“I wish it didn’t have to be any of us. But I want to fight, because I’m fighting for you. I can’t not do everything in my power to keep you safe.”

“Just, just promise me you’ll make it back.”

“I promise. I’m not giving up the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I’m not giving up you.”

And then they were kissing, expressing their love through the movement of lips, the touches of hands, the entwining of bodies. They kept kissing like it was their last chance to do so, in the back of both their minds they knew that it could be.

As the touch of their lips continued both became more desperate for each other and the kiss became deeper and more passionate. Their mouths worked in perfect harmony, tongues exploring and drawing needy sounds from each as hands tangled in hair, brushed cheeks, mapped bodies, committed every detail of the other to memory just in case.

Gasping for breath Kady broke the kiss. At some point she’d found herself on her back, Ezra hovering over her. He moved his lips from hers and traced a line across her jaw before moving to press a line of kisses down her neck, pulling little gasps and moans from her lips. He reached her collarbone and sucked harder on the skin there, intent on leaving a mark. Kady let out a much louder moan at the action which only spurred him on. As his lips continued to mark a path on her skin, Kady grew louder and louder until he eventually had to pull away from her.

“Kades, I love you, but shut up, people are gonna hear you.”

“If you think I care about that right now, you’re gravely mistaken. And if you don’t want me to be loud then stop being so good at that.”

He chuckled and reattached his mouth to hers as his hands began sliding under her t-shirt, dragging the material up her body at a tormenting pace and eventually chucking it on the floor. His lips left hers to leave a trail of kisses down her body, setting her skin aflame everywhere he touched. Lost in his touch, Kady barely noticed the rest of her clothes being discarded and his mouth working its way towards her centre until the first flick of his tongue against her brought her back to awareness with a sharp gasp. Her eyes shot open and her hands flew to his hair, tangling in it and keeping his mouth pressed against her.

Waves of pleasure rolled through her body as Ezra’s mouth continued to work its magic, every flick of his tongue bringing her closer to the edge. His hands gripped her hips to keep her still as she writhed beneath him, slowly losing her grip on reality as she became completely undone. Unable to hold them back, loud moans spilled from her lips as her orgasm ripped through her. Ezra ‘s tongue continued to work against her as she slowly came down from her high and pulled his face away from her when the stimulation became too much.

“…fuck…me…,” it was only a rasped breath, the only thing she could say through the hazy bliss her body and mind were in.

“Yeah that’s next on my to do list,” humour laced his voice and Ezra’s face had stretched into a self-satisfied grin at the sight of his girlfriend so undone by him. Kady wanted to wipe that grin right off his perfect face. So, she did.

Finally recovered enough to control her body again, she rolled on top of him quick as a flash and leaned down to kiss away that smile. Faintly she could taste herself on his lips but she didn’t care. She wanted to see him as wrecked as she’d been moments ago, and she knew just how to do it.

As they kissed she ground her hips into his eliciting a low groan from Ezra that she’d pay to hear again. Fortunately, she wouldn’t have to. As she continued moving against him more groans and sharp intakes of breath greeted her ears, and she enjoyed every last one.

It didn’t take her long to divest him of his clothes and her hands and mouth began thoroughly exploring his body at an excruciatingly slow pace, worshiping every inch of him until he was practically squirming with the need for her to do something more. With a wicked grin on her face she looked up and locked eyes with him as she slowly kissed her way towards where he ached for her to be, stopping only millimetres away and going no further. It was torture for Ezra and it took every ounce of self-control to lay still and wait for her to do something, anything to provide some relief.

Just as he thought he might combust from the tension and need running through him Kady moved and finally, finally, brought her mouth to him. It was only the tiniest flick of her tongue but after all the teasing touches it made Ezra see stars. A loud moan to rival Kady’s earlier ones tore its way out of his throat and she smirked before finally giving him what he needed.

As Kady’s mouth worked him into a state of euphoria, he could do nothing but lie back and take what she would give him. Just before he thought he might fall over the edge Kady pulled away causing him to let out a whine which he’d never admit happened.

“Shut up you big baby, I figured you’d be annoyed if I let you finish then,” she was right.

“You didn’t have to get me that close though, you’re such a damn tease.” He grinned down at her to assure her he didn’t really mind before pulling her up and into a heated kiss.

He rolled them so he was once again on top and checked she was ready before sliding into her agonisingly slowly. Twin groans escaped them as Ezra filled her, the feeling of being so connected heightening their pleasure. At Kady’s request Ezra began to move his hips against her, his thrusts slow and deep, turning Kady into a desperate mess beneath him. He wasn’t far from that himself, holding himself back was excruciating.

“Please…more…please!” Kady gasped out in desperation, her hips bucking up as she pleaded with him to give her what she wanted. And Ezra could never refuse her. He sped up his movements and her hips continued to meet his at every thrust as their desperation for both each other and their release built within them. When finally, it came crashing down on them Kady’s shout of his name drowned out Ezra’s own groans though she was hardly aware of it as her senses went into overdrive and her body was flooded with wave after wave of ecstasy.

It took a few minutes for her to come back to herself and she opened her eyes to see Ezra collapsed on the bed beside her in a similar state of exhaustion. She smiled as she brushed some hair from where it stuck to his forehead. Without opening his eyes, he reached up and entwined their fingers, gently bringing her hand down to his lips and brushing a feather-light kiss on her skin.

Sleepily she pulled a blanket over the two of them, curling her body up against his side as his arms wrapped around her and his hands started tracing patterns on her skin. She tilted her head up and their lips met in a soft and loving kiss which warmed her soul. No more words were spoken between them but the light kisses and gentle touches they shared until exhaustion made them succumb to sleep said all they needed.

[im-abanana]

“Caged Hearts” ch.6

Hey there, I finally finished this chapter as well! Hope you will like it, this is longer than the previous one... I think. :) Also, cliffhanger at the end, even if some of you will surely figure out what is happening there! 

Either way, enjoy! <3

AU belongs to @king-branch, credits to ‘em. uwu

It was utterly dark that night, only the beautiful, bright and full moon could light the houses' roofs a bit, the stars were like feeble flashlights, very far away, in a stormy evening. There was a sinister silence, it looked like no one was even breathing or moving in those long corridors; a quiet and scary atmosphere indeed, Poppy just wasn't used to this! No lullabies, no hugs, no goodnight kisses, nothing! She missed her beloved dad, her friends, she even missed the shop, that was the hell she was forced to call “home” back then.

The royal Troll had to admit it of course, where she was now the food was so much better, the water was always fresh, they had new toys to play with, they were well taken care of, she even had a potential umh... playmate? But it wasn't the same thing, not at all.

No matter how Poppy's life had improved, she simply wanted her family and old life back. She wanted it so bad, but as usual the decision wasn't hers.

Trolls were pets, nothing more.

What was the point of putting her with Branch, who didn't seem to be interested in conversations or bonding at all? Well, thinking about it with more attention... the Princess kinda knew why the Bergens did that, but she wasn't going to give in. Making pods with a perfect stranger, just to please those beasts?

Yeah, right! Not in a thousand years thank you, that totally crossed the line.

Inside the big cage she was sharing with the grumpy grey Troll, there was a comfortable, tiny bed with soft and scented pillows on top: the perfect place to get some sleep and rest her tired bones, right? Wrong, so wrong.

The pink female just couldn't sleep, she could perceive Branch's naked and fluffy back pressed tightly against hers, and Poppy wasn't going to lower her guard: anything could have happened, if she did! Alright, that bizarre survivalist didn't look like he was dangerous or aggressive towards his own kind, he just attacked or bit Bergens with disastrous results, but since their purpose there was creating new pods, the Princess was rightly uncomfortable in sleeping so close to him. For the first time in her life, Poppy didn't want to blindly trust someone and didn't feel guilty about it.

“Poppy, just sleep three seconds, will you!?” Branch groaned with a dead tired tone when he felt the girl shifting nervously between the warm sheets once again, for the tenth time that night. He tried not to curse, but that was starting to become kinda annoying: “If you don't hold still and let me rest in peace, I swear I'll push you off the mattress with a kick.”.

“You are very nice to new arrivals, aren't you?” Poppy harshly asked and rolled her magenta eyes a little, staring at the chipped wall in front of her with a deep frown. “What do you expect? I have just lost my home, my family and my whole life in a single day.”.

“Everybody here has lost someone important Poppy, not just you. Besides, that doesn't mean you must lay awake every night, thinking about it over and over and tormenting yourself forever, because nothing will change. Sometimes bad things happen, and you can't do anything about it.” the grey male replied quietly, a melancholy note could be recognized in his resigned voice as he opened his light blue eyes a litte. “Either we satisfy their request or we don't, it's the same thing. You and me are theirs, whether we like it or not, we can just plan an escape and run away from this hell. And, to be honest...” the survivalist added, sighing out a little and facing her with a plain expression. “I am not planning to satisfy their request. You can get sweet dreams next to me, Princess.”.

The royal Troll didn't reply to that cold phrase, but she internally repeated his wise words in her mind, hearing him snoring slightly just two seconds after their “conversation”, putting an end to it.

“Well... thanks for the chat...” the female rolled over, closing her magenta eyes and sighing out deeply, still too awake to sleep. Of course, Poppy knew they had to plan a big escape as soon as possible, but she also wanted to save ALL her subject in Bergen Town; pretty crazy, absolutely impossible, uh? I mean, how could two tiny, little creatures like them save dozens of Trolls all by themselves, opening all the cages, in every house, at the same time?

Maybe they needed help.

Alright, they definitely needed some help.

But who would have helped them? That was a good question...

Branch and Poppy were completely alone, isolated, locked in that dusty and smelly room all day long. And even if they had each other now, it wasn't enough. Two Trolls weren't a threat in front of a giant Bergen, and even if Branch could easily bite off a finger with his sharp teeth, the Princess didn't find that “quality” very useful right then. Or at all.

“There must be a way, there must be...” Poppy sighed out deeply, defeated, sinking her throbbing head into her fluffy pillow and starting to feel the tiredness embracing her slim limbs, and the knowledge of the difficult situation her people was into was tearing all her energies apart.

But what the Bergens didn't know was that the tiny, pink Troll was determinated. She would have never gave up on her family and friends, never. Their life was worth more than anything else in that broken world, and Poppy was going to fight for it, with or without Branch.

Yes, she was sure, somehow she would have saved them all, every single one!

“No Troll left behind.”.

“Poppy, pss! Poppy, Poppy, wake up! They are taking us somewhere! POPPY! Wake up, will you?!” Branch violently shook her smaller, sleeping body in the middle of a beautiful dream, full of cupcakes, parties and rainbows. The Princess could perceive excitement mixed with impatience in her partner's tone. “Poppy, they are moving our cage! We are outside, we aren't in the castle anymore!” he informed with scared and concerned eyes, but at the same time sniffing cautiously and admiring the thriving nature all around them. The smell of the tender grass, of the fresh water, of the moss and the trees... the survivalist's senses were completely awakened by now, and he just wanted to explore all around that zone, rest in the shadow or swim in the shallow water.

“My name is Bridget, I will take care of you... T-this is your new home...” a shaky and rather shy voice informed, before opening their prison with attention, making sure they wouldn't escape. Two plimpy hands grabbed them gently, and put the two samples inside a big, no GIANT cage, located inside that beautiful garden, that real paradise.

“This is our cage!? Really!?” Poppy happily shouted, the gate behind her shoulders closing in just a second, jumping around and smelling a tiny, scented blue flower in front  of her. “This is fantastic! Branch look, there is a small river, a cave, a small tree, rocks, bushes, everything we need to play hide and seek!” the female grabbed his chubby arm and dragged the male with her by force, after all he was still pretty insecure about it and guarded (“What it's all a mere trap!?”, “What if the food and water is poisoned!?”, “What if they wanna kill us!?”... yeah. Old, same Branch.), immediately exploring their new “house” together.

The grey Troll shifted his pointy and sensitive ears continuously, catching every sound of the amateur forest and feeling the soft grass under his bigger feet. “But why? We must be very careful and suspicious. Why did they bring us here? It doesn't make any sense, we already had a big cage.” he rightly considered, lifting a black eyebrow and looking at Poppy, who didn't seem to care at all about his hypothesis. Typical of her, not listening and believing that kindness, love and happiness could be found everywhere, with just a little help.

All of the sudden, Branch went wide-eyed when his light blue orbs spotted the collar he always had tied around his neck, since he was a little kid: it was... turned off? The red light that always shone intermittently on the left side of the object was now gone, meaning that damn thing was broken... or off. “Is it off? Broken? No, impossible, they would have fixed it already, I am far too rebel for their disgusting taste. W-what is happening, then? Are they leaving me alone with her, without controlling or torturing me? Why?”.

“Who cares!? Come on! Let's have fun, don't ruin it!” the pink, royal girl chirped happily, grabbing his hand and dragging him with her once again, heading straight for the fresh water. Poppy immediately jumped in, her soft hair wet and covering half of her slim and freckled face. “Come on grumpy guy, jump in as well! The temperature is just right.” she encouraged him, willing to play with him.

But the grey Troll was still staring at his non-functional collar, still on shore, shocked and almost hypnotized by the reassuring view. Never, never in his life he felt so... muddled, slightly scared, but also very relieved at the same time. He was... free. Free to swim in the water, to run in the grass, to roll in the soil, to climb on trees and... doing everything he wanted!

All of the sudden, Branch felt a pair of thinner arms wrapping around his shoulders, and the second after he found himself underwater, the fresh sensation all around his fluffy skin like a cold but satisfying hug. (*) The male swam to the flat surface, gasping for needed air and shaking the kinda freezing water off his body and wet, short hair. “Poppy! What the hell, are you nuts!? That was low, you can't just push people in the water, I might drown! And the water is cold, you lied!” he loudly complained, killing her with a single gaze and showing her his most successful grumpy expression, fixing his pants and leafy vest a little.

“Aww, com'on! You're no fun!” the Princess joked smugly, laughing with all her heart and throwing more water on him, on his face, eyes, body. Just to bother that poor survivalist more, indeed. “What are you gonna do about it, uh? Look, I am wetting yourself even more, scaredy-cat!”.

The boy snapped, going for Poppy with all his speed, willing to get a little revenge and shut her mouth. Of course, Branch made sure not to hurt or crush her too much, after all he was stronger and heavier than her.  

Jumping on the Princess and tackling, the two Trolls rolled over and fell gently backward, throwing water around franatically and then starting to chase each other, laughing (the grey sample less that her, of course), running in the river with some difficulty or in the tall fields, covering themselves in grass, dirt and algae (from the river).

Alright, Branch had to admit it, especially when Poppy, after five long minutes, finally got him, surprisingly pinned him down and forced him to surrender when she discovered his far-too-ticklish belly, using that particular feature against him without mercy: maybe, just maybe, life there could have been easier and even... nah, not happy. Happiness didn't exist.

Lifting his big head to look at her with rather outraged eyes, the survivalist's attention was immediately caught by a noise at first, but then by a few approaching figures, and he frowned with surprise and bursted out an uncertain: “You? What are you doing here?”.

(*) I swear to Heavens, I didn’t think about this when I wrote the scene, at first. XD

[mechanintendomaster]

Unused Mario and Bowser: Frenemies Forever Chapter 9

 ​Would have been "More Dream Shenanigans" Chapter 9. Originally written some around 3/7/17. This edit composed April 23, 2017 and 12/20/17. Unfortunately it seems in the process of the rewriting some of this draft is ‘lost’. Here is what I could dig up in my old files. Enjoy.

(In this scenario Doctor Professor Koopa shot at Mario like before, only this time he runs past the gang into the hallways in their confusion rather than jump out of the window. Mario sent Luigi, Boo, and Yoshi after the doctor while Peach had bandaged Bowser’s arm.)

Boo patted his back. "Weegee, we gotta focus!"

"Yeah. Which way would a deranged old doctor go?" Yoshi asked peering down the cafe passage with its yellow ambient lighting.

"Not sure, honey," Birdo said.

"Huh?...Wait, how do I keep hitting the speakerphone?"

"I don't know. I just now got a call from you darling, and all I heard was panting and at first I thought-"

"Don't go there-" Yoshi said quickly. "Listen honey, this hospital is a mad house now and- hello? Hello? It hung up?"

"Bad service?" Luigi questioned.

"I never get 'bad service'. I have a five hundred coins plan from YoshiMobile that gives me a billion minutes and twenty bars everywhere in the kingdom!"

Luigi cringed. His and Mario's service was only twenty coins a month, and they considered that too expensive!

"Sooo what should we do, boss?" Boo suddenly turned to Luigi and asked. Luigi started, unused to being the "boss" of anything.

"Umm, the cafe!"

"You think he got hungry?" Yoshi questioned.

"Not necessarily. But it offers plenty of hiding places."

"Yeah, smart plan," Boo said giving Luigi a thumbs up (use your imagination).

Luigi leaned in. "Besides, a snack might calm my nerves."

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Click!

Luigi jumped. "W-what was that?"

"I wanted coffee," Boo said amusingly. Boo laid the glass pot back on the burner. Luigi raised one brow, Boo didn't strike him as a 'decaf' person.

The cafe was a bust. No sign of life, unless the massive aquarium counted. All except beverages were packed up for the evening, but the dim lamps and scenery of the fish tank gave the area a slightly less eerie feeling than the rest of the hospital.

"Yeah it's romantic and all, but I guess we need to head back," Boo said after blowing at the steaming cup.

"Yeah but how the heck (pardon my French) did everyone leave and we not notice? I know Yoshi got trampled a bit but this is a mass evacuation. What about the patients?"

"What about them? We haven't checked have we?" Boo asked thoughtfully.

"Oh yeah. All of the doors were closed. I guess Mario won't mind if we explore a bit on our way back."

They exited the cafeteria and retraced their steps. Luigi grabbed a random door and tried the lock.

"Darn it!"

"You're forgetting something, hehe," Boo said with a smirk. Boo grabbed his arm as Luigi suddenly remembered.

"Oh yeah! Yoshi grab on!"

Yoshi complied. "Well okay but what are?-"

Poof!

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"So, did you abandon the rest for a while to wait for Bowser?" Peach asked as Mario and Bowser wheeled the beds closer to the door.

"Yes, your highness but it wasn't that long. I got a text message from Bowser and we were meeting on the roof a moment later."

"A moment? Ha!" Bowser perked up. "Plumber, it took me more than a moment to get here from Dark Land. Is your watch broken?"

"Hmm. Why the question?" Mario asked a bit confused.

"Mario...never mind."

Something else lingered in the back of her mind. She saw Bowser's left arm shove Mario, but she bandaged up Bowser's right arm! Something was just off about that earlier encounter with the doctor.

"Let's see if we can call the rest," Mario said as he wheeled Daisy out into the hall way. "Could someone do this for me? Like...Bowser?"

"Yeah yeah, mustache," Bowser said while checking his phone. "What?! Did your cheap crappy service rub off on my phone? I have no service!" Peach gasped.

"A phone blocker, which means...cutting off communication...the doors are probably locked.." Peach thought out loud. "They are holding us here for some reason!"

"What? I'm being kidnapped now?" Bowser shouted in disbelief.

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"Shhh!"

"Yoshi, if these people are like Toad and Daisy, they won't be waking up anytime soon."

"We still shouldn't talk too loud," Yoshi said. Luigi rolled his eyes at the irony.

The room they teleported to housed a single Toad patient and like their friends, he was hooked up to no medical equipment.

"Obviously the shooed out the real staff and left the victims. This couldn't be the work of just Doctor Professor! I guess it's time to scram."

"Whoa, he's moving!" Boo said.

The Toad sat up and stared a head blankly. Luigi approached him.

"Er- hello? Guy, what's your name?"

"Sean," he answered as he continued to stare ahead.

"Do... you know where you are?"

No response.

"Maybe we should just bring him back with us," Yoshi whispered.

Luigi turned to Sean. "What do you want to do?"

"I want....I want...." Sean looked towards the group for the first time. "I want to DESTROY MARIO AND BOWSER!" He lunged towards Luigi who dodged instinctively but masterfully. Sean hit the floor and slid into a trash can.

"Boo- get us out now!"

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Doctor Professor Koopa's hands shook as he struggled to dial a number. The office door was locked so he was safe for now, though he was starting to regret that he retreated to his own office. The voice mail played immediately.

"It's-a me, Mario! I'm-a not able to answer your call, so please leave a message for me!" *Beep!*

Doctor Professor did find the previous scuffle and his contradictory orders odd but he trusted that all was according to plan.

"Master, I need to be in the know a little more- What are you doing exactly?"

To be continued.

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-Yes! Mario was going to be the villain. Or was he? No, I was going to do a beta Heavy Rain PS3 plot where Mario was going to be linked to the killer in a way that makes he believe he is the killer. Of course I saw how that would not only be a tone shift deserving of another story altogether, that might make me write myself into a hole as well. So I scrapped that about a day later and wrote up what is the current chapter.

Bonus Unused angst

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Luigi contemplated. "I just feel that we might not even be in this mess if Mario hadn't let up so quickly at first. I mean, he barely objected when we were told to leave and promptly disappeared."

"What are you accusing Mario off?" Yoshi asked sharply. "Just because Mario lied about Bowser doesn't mean he's lied about anything else!"

"Yoshi!" Luigi shot back, "You are so loyal, you just think he's perfect don't you? Well, he isn't! Mario is just human and us humans screw up sometimes okay?!? And now look, Mario has abandoned us again. Yeah, about that PROMISE he made to us a while back. He couldn't even keep it for a day."

Yoshi was taken back at his tone. "But...what are you saying?"

"I'm saying...I can't believe I'm saying this but, Mario might have something to do with this!"

Everyone in the room gasped.

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