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bumbleberrysky · 4 years

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alexa, play candyshop (bass boosted) | 02

pairing: gabriel x reader genre: soulmate au, canon divergent around s13, hurt/comfort, humour, future smut (probs) wc: 3.7k rating: sfw warnings: same as before, wounded gabriel & removal of those stitches notes: the fire under my ass burns as strong as ever, hallelujah

You knew there was a reason some divine power brought you to the Winchesters all those years ago, but to this day you still have no idea what that reason is. It’s something you’re destined to find out soon though, especially when you return to the bunker after months away and find not only a new face, but one that belongs to someone who up until that point you’d thought was dead. What does his return have to do with the changes you’re suddenly experiencing in yourself? Will you finally find out the reason you’d been brought here in the first place? Maybe…

Chuck works in mysterious ways after all.

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Much to your regret, your plans the next morning to continue being a nuisance to Dean are thrown in the bin at his decision to leave early and meet Castiel somewhere a state over for a case that the angel had found. Something about vamps in a mine or something, you’re a bit hazy on the details. You’d only half-listened when Sam filled you in upon your arrival in the kitchen, a good hour after Dean had already departed the bunker.

While you would like to say Dean is completely to blame, the truth is that once you passed out last night you slept like a log and didn’t wake up until mid-morning today, which classifies as a sleep-in of sorts for you. You love sleep, but your body is wired to wake up not long after sunrise, unfortunately. It’s that hunter lifestyle you love to hate.

Sam had huffed a laugh at your face when you found out you’d missed Dean, but otherwise had kept to himself with his healthy breakfast as you went about making yourself a coffee. You tend to be a bit nauseous in the mornings, so a coffee will be enough for you for a few hours. It’s likely your stomach won’t roar in hunger until a bit after midday, as it is wont to do.

“How is your arm?”

Sam’s question breaks you out of the dissociative state you’d slipped into as you sip your coffee, grip on the mug tightening in reflex. It takes a few blinks before your eyes focus back on him, a small smile on your lips.

“Much better, thank you doctor,” you answer, before mumbling into your coffee as you take another sip. “Despite apparent attempts at making it otherwise…”

Sam snorts, not even bothering to comment on that. “I’m glad. Did you have anything planned for the day?”

A contemplative hum escapes you, your gaze wandering to the ceiling. “No, not really. I kind of went hard for a while there, one case after the other, so I’m due for a break. Not much of a fan of burnout.”

Your eyes move back down, meeting his own. “I’m probably going to just hang back, for a bit. Recuperate. I mean, I didn’t get any injury besides my arm, but I’m just… tired, I suppose. Didn’t get much sleep the past few weeks.”

“Of course you didn’t hurt anything but your arm,” Sam rolls his eyes, taking a sip of his smoothie—you’re not a fan of the green tinge it has, but if he likes it then you suppose it must be alright, at least. “You and your stupid good luck. Dean is still mad about last time, you know. When he got splattered in monster guts that just missed you by a centimetre.”

The memory yanks a giggle out of you before you can stop it, almost spilling your coffee as a result of the abrupt movement. “Oh, that was good. I wish I had a picture so I could scrapbook it.”

Sam laughs around a mouthful of food, swallowing it down before he continues. “Dean would kill you.”

“I know, but it would be worth it.” You place your cup down, deciding it a better course of action than continuing to hold it and risking spillage. “Also, I know you think my luck is really good all the time, but it’s kind of just good occasionally. All other times, it sucks.”

“It kicks in when you hunt, though, so I suppose that’s all that matters,” Sam muses, flicking through an article on his phone somewhat distractedly. He hums to himself before turning the screen off and angling his body to you properly, meeting your questioning gaze.

“I’m… I’m gonna need your help,” he says, appearing somewhat sheepish. “With Gabriel.”

You try not to let your sharp intake of breath show, but from the look that flickers through Sam’s eyes you figure he catches it anyway. Your teeth worry your bottom lip for a moment before you can muster a proper response. “Alright. What are you thinking of doing?”

Sam adjusts once more, pushing his plate away, cutlery stacked on top; it’s only now that you realise he’s finished the meal and the only thing left to consume is his smoothie.

“Well, I’m not… entirely sure yet.”

You huff a laugh, attempting to regain a sense of normalcy. It isn’t that you’d forgotten about the battered archangel hiding in a room a few doors down from yours, but it’s moreso that you’d made it a point not to think about it so early in the morning, lest your mood be ruined for the entire day. Thinking of Gabriel… it kind of hurt. You’re not sure you’re ready to sit down and analyse exactly why you’re having such visceral reactions yet.

“I don’t think we can really plan much, here,” he says, features softening with empathy. It reminds you that when it comes to Hell and being tortured, the youngest Winchester isn’t as unfamiliar as you might hope. A pang of something hits against the confines of your chest at his tone and the passing look in his eyes; as always, there’s the useless feeling, the wish you could take away all the bad memories and experiences and make it all better. You know you can’t, nothing can, but you hate seeing your friends in any modicum of pain.

You suppose that includes Gabriel, if the sensations whirling within you at the thought of him are anything to go by.

“We’ll just have to take it as it comes,” you say, taking your mug into your hold and downing the rest of the drink in one go. “Alright! I’m gonna shower and then… I guess we go see him.”

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Unlike the Gabriel you were once so familiar with, this Gabriel is decidedly not fond of visitors.

Sam had gone and prepared some things while you’d showered and dressed, and by the time you reappear outside your room you hear shuffling from the direction of the library. Curious, you make your way down the hall, peeking your head in and blinking in only minor surprise at the sight of Sam, his shoulders heavy.

“What’s up, Sam-o-saurus?”

Sam looks up and gives you the closest approximation to a bitch face that you’ve ever received from him, clearly not fond of the new nickname that came to you on the spot like a divine enlightenment. He takes a moment to close his eyes and breathe, though, which is probably for the best considering your mission for the day. It would do none of you any good if he went near Gabriel while all riled up.

“Gabriel is, uh,” he clears his throat, placing down a sterile steel tray in the shape of a bean and small surgical scissors, along with a scalpel. Your gaze strays to the side and sees that it was the first aid box he’d been ransacking as you arrived. “Not very open to visitation from me right now. I think I might be a bit… bit big. He doesn’t really even see me when he looks at me, so I don’t think he realises who I am.”

You wince, trying not to dwell on the information longer than needed to file it away for later consideration. “Oh. Sorry, Sam. You want me to go see if I can bring him out?”

“Please,” the tall man says, gesturing to the tools on the glossy oak table. “I figured we could start by getting rid of those stitches over his mouth, if nothing else. I don’t think he has enough grace right now to stop infection so we should try and reduce the risk.”

His words sadden you, but you know the truth they hold. Your limbs feel a bit heavy as you push away from the doorway.

“Alright. I’ll be right back.”

Gabriel’s allocated room isn’t all that far from the library, and the note on the door sticks out like a sore thumb so you don’t have to worry much about getting lost on the way (ignoring that at this point you know most parts of the bunker like the back of your hand). Once outside his room, something gives you pause though.

Are you ready to see him in that state again? Or is it that a small, tiny part of you fears he won’t recognise you, either?

Ridiculous of you, really. You take a moment to admonish yourself for the thought. If you take a second to factor in the difference in time spent in hell, even without considering all the time he was missing, Gabriel had to have been trapped and tortured for over a century at the very least. Centuries and years might mean nothing to a celestial being who has been alive for millennia, but over a century of fear and torture is a lot even for someone with such impressive mileage.

You shake your head, attempting to clear your thoughts and emotions so you don’t enter his room with an overwhelming aura. Okay, showtime.

A soft knock echoes as your knuckles meet the wood, a moment passing before you speak, attempting to keep your voice as soft and nonthreatening as possible.

“Gabriel? It’s y/n, I’m going to come in now.”

You allow another moment to pass before you ease the door open, blinking in surprise as your eyes are greeted by light—it seems the archangel has every bulb in the vicinity burning its brightest. Understandable, since you presume he wasn’t exactly kept in well-lit conditions.

For a second, you think he’s not in the room. You don’t see him anywhere, and you’re about a split-second away from turning and calling Sam when you catch a glimpse of something shifting in the corner, behind the bulky side of a wooden dresser. You think for a second that you’ve forgotten how to breathe, chest painfully tight, as you realise that the small form huddled and curled in the corner is, in fact, the archangel Gabriel.

You hate that you’d noticed him only because of the filthy scraps of material that stick out against the dark décor of the bunker.

“Hey, Gabriel,” you say softly, keeping the door open so he has a route of escape and moving over as slowly and cautiously as you can. “I’m just gonna come over and sit in front of you, alright?”

You figure that even if he’s not entirely listening to everything you’re saying, it’s better to announce what you’re doing before you do it, for his benefit.

Something painful ricochets off the inside of your chest as you grow close enough to see him around the dresser and you’re confronted with his beaten, bloody and battered figure once more. His gaze is anywhere but you, and the way he presses himself into the corner is like he’s trying to make himself as small as possible. It takes all of your willpower to squash down the unexpected sob that catches low in your throat. What is wrong with you?! You need to get a grip.

“Oh, Gabriel,” you find yourself saying before you can stop. “I’m so sorry…”

The closer you get to him, the lower you try to make yourself in his peripheral. It wouldn’t do any good to startle him by appearing big and threatening. It makes you frown when you remember just who it is that you have to think this way about. It’s sad, you think. The Gabriel you’d known was prideful, glaringly bright and loud in his presence, both as a trickster and an angel, and that he’d been reduced to… well, to this? It made your chest feel heavy.

Slowly and as quietly as possible, you ease down onto your knees in front of him, doing your best not to rush anything. It’s hard—you’re a hunter, used to moving with speed and a sense of urgency. So to take your time and really be in the moment for each of your actions is definitely an odd change from the usual autopilot your brain resides in.

He doesn’t acknowledge your presence once you’re still in front of him, not really. You had expected as much though, and as much as he seems unresponsive you do see the occasional flick of his eyes in your direction before they dart away, like he couldn’t believe he’d dared to look at someone instead of the floor.

For a few minutes, you simply let him adjust to your presence, your company. Ever so slowly, you see the tiniest bits of tension ease from his shoulders, his eyes no longer darting around like a frantic squirrel. You take the opportunity to take in the wounds and sores littering his body, doing your best not to get too upset by what you see. Dirt and grime coats him in layers, and you mentally note that your next goal with him would be to get him in a damn bath.

It can’t be comfortable, sitting in all that grime…

“For the sake of transparency,” you begin when he seems like he will be open enough to listening. “I’ll tell you why I’m here. This is your space right now, and I don’t want to intrude on it unless I really need to.”

He doesn’t meet your gaze, but you sense you have his attention. “Given that right now you’re low on… strength, and not healing as you usually do, we need to take care of some of the worse wounds you have. If we don’t, it’s a risk of infection, and we don’t know how well you would fight that off in this state…”

You clear your throat, attempting to keep yourself on track. “So, if you’re able, we’d really like you to come out just for a moment, so we can fix up some of your sores. I promise that you can come right back in here afterwards, and that unless we have something really important we’ll leave you alone. Sound good?”

He doesn’t nod, doesn’t really move, but the way his eyes move to yours and hold your gaze for a bare second longer than you expect, you gather he’s not entirely against it. You offer him a smile, oddly proud of him. You’d seen firsthand how hard it can be to get out of these mindsets, even just for a moment. Effort is hard and that he’s making it means everything.

“Perfect,” you say, shifting in your spot so you can stand more easily. “Alright, I can help you up, if you’d like, or you can stand on your own if you want. What do y—”

Your hands had already begun to outstretch as you spoke, and you’re taken by surprise when before you even finish speaking his hand is whipping up to grab your wrist in a sort of monkey grip. You’re left blinking as you help him up, moving on autopilot. You expect him to release you as soon as he’s standing, but it adds to your surprise as he wobbles in place and retains his grip, if anything shuffling a little closer.

“Okay,” you say, angling your body and adjusting your grip so that it’s loose and as nonthreatening as possible. “Let’s go. Thank you for cooperating.”

Of course, there’s no response and he’s silent the whole way to the library. You remember that Sam is in there only as you approach the threshold, but unlike what you feared, Gabriel doesn’t seem to react too poorly to him like he apparently had earlier. Risking a glance his way reveals that actually, amongst the frayed and almost manic energy, he seems oddly… grounded, just for the moment.

Well, this is certainly going better than you’d anticipated.

“I went to bully Dean this morning, but he woke up before me and left before I could get to him.”

You’re in the process of cleaning the wounds around Gabriel’s mouth and removing the ugly stitches that have been sewn into his lips. As something to distract him as much as you from what you’re doing, you’ve begun chatting idly to the archangel, unbothered by the lack of response. Sam sits a metre or so away, researching for Dean who had apparently called earlier when you were coercing Gabriel out of his room.

Still Gabriel doesn’t hold your gaze, eyes averted as he leans forward in the chair for you to reach his mouth, but you can tell from the way his eyes occasionally flick to you as you speak that he is listening, somewhat. It’s enough of a win that you’re willing to take it.

He winces each time your alcohol swab goes over the entry point of a stitch, but doesn’t flinch away too badly. You’re pretty proud of him for that, actually, because it must hurt like a bitch.

“You got him yesterday, though,” Sam pipes in from the side, amused as he recalls your arrival. “Barely an hour after you got here and he was quitting and heading to bed.”

“It’s hard being so naturally talented,” you say, placing the swab down and reaching for the small scissors and tweezers. “I’m an absolute delight, and Dean should appreciate that!”

“Has anyone ever believed you when you told them that?” Sam asks, presumably referring to the ‘delight’ bit.

“Why wouldn’t they, Samuel?” you ask, giving the massive man a light spritz of stink-eye. “Do you have something to say to me?”

“Nothing you don’t already know,” he snorts in response, turning a page in the tome he currently has in his lap.

You bite your lip to hide your amused smile, turning back to Gabriel. You place your hand softly on his cheek to let him know that you’re about to go back in for the stitches, before raising the other tool and bringing it to the first of the thick threads woven through his flesh. Wincing, you try and snip it as delicately as possible. Now seems like a better time than any for more distractions.

“If you think I’m bad, you should be glad you never met my grandfather,” you inform the youngest Winchester, successfully severing the first stitch and beginning the icky job of pulling it out. Gabriel makes a muffled noise of pain but remains still, and you pat his hand softly in support. “He could stir the shit out of anyone, man. Like, I’m not even kidding. The bastard gene I got from him was actually watered down by the time it got to me, so count your lucky stars.”

Sam makes a noise of contemplation, like he really is taking the time to thank whatever powers that be— those apparently being Chuck, as you’ve heard— that you’re not more like your grandfather. Honestly, you’re not kidding—they really should be grateful. You loved your grandpa but you’d never met anyone so quick to stir whatever pot may present itself before them. An opportunist with bastardous tendencies, one might describe him.

In the silence that follows, you jump to another topic for the sake of distraction once more—you’re about to move onto another stitch.

“So, now that your mother is here, are you guys actually eating like normal human beings?” you ask, tongue pressed between your lips in concentration as you try to snip the thread as painlessly as possible by manoeuvring the small scissors. “Like, balanced meals with vegetables and shit?”

You hear Sam pause in the motion of turning a page, a scoff turning into a laugh as it climbs his throat. “What—homecooked meals? Our mom? Dude, she’s worse than Dean in the kitchen, and I really didn’t think that was possible.”

You pause your ministrations to face the tall man, squinting. “What? No way. No way is she worse than Dean—”

“We’ve had to replace the fire alarms twice already,” Sam says, meeting your gaze with a look that is full of both fondness and exasperation. He lets out a laugh at your flabbergasted face. “Dude, I wouldn’t believe it either if I hadn’t seen it for myself. You’ll see, whenever she gets back with Jack. She can’t cook but it doesn’t really stop her trying.”

“Another terrible chef joins the ranks,” you proclaim dramatically, pulling the stitch you were working on out and going in on the next one. “Oh, to be able to cook. I suppose this Jack kid is our last hope.”

“He’s not even a year old, y/n,” Sam says, deadpan. “I wouldn’t count on it. Also, you can cook, you’re just lazy.”

You shrug, making a face; he has you there. “I will neither confirm nor deny these allegations.”

Once more, you feel Sam roll his eyes behind you—he should get that checked if he’s rolling them so heavily you can feel it yourself. They’re not even eyes that are in your own skull, man.

You proceed to pull shit out of your ass as you take Gabriel’s mouth stitches out, the metal tin to the side soon filled with scraps of thick thread covered in dried blood and muck. The exit wounds where the thread had been have begun to well with blood, the wounds agitated by the removal of the stitches, and you bring a new cotton pad back with alcohol to clean them up. Gabriel hisses at the contact, and you rush out apologies under your breath as you finish up. You’d forgotten to warn him, and it’s only something small but you still feel bad.

“Alright, that’s done,” you announce, mostly to yourself. You look over him, deciding which wound to treat next, when your attention is drawn to the way he seems to be shaking a little on the spot. He’s not as grounded as he was earlier when he sat down with you, and even though you have much more work to do you can tell intrinsically that this is the most he can take right now. Dressing his other wounds would have to wait until tomorrow.

You turn to find Sam already giving the archangel a scrutinising look, apparently arriving at the same conclusion you had. He gives you a nod and you let out a soft breath, turning back to Gabriel and offering your hands should he need them.

“Okay, I think that’s enough for today. Let’s get you back to the room.”

You can only hope tomorrow will offer the same amount of progress as today.

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the-dead-skwad · 4 years

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Independent Part 1 X Tig Trager X Reader

My first Sons Of Anarchy fic. I dunno what it is about Tig but damn he’s hot. I have quite a few ideas for where this is going.

Summary: You catch the eye of Tig, going on a date at a sons party.

Mentions of abuse and some fighting. Smut to follow.

You saw red as you started your bike, you tried to take a breath to calm down but it didn't work. You revved the engine and kicked the stand from under you. Your sister ran out your shop "Y/N! Please don't!" But it was too late. Smoke followed behind you.

Pulling into the parking lot you saw a bunch of men standing around. You knew exactly who owned this garage but that wasn't going to stop you. If you got your ass beat you'd be fine. You could see him talking to someone, he had his back to you which was perfect. Bikes coming in and out of the place made no reason for anyone to turn around as you stopped. You put it back on the stand and took your helmet off leaving it hanging off the handlebars. You pulled your baseball bat from its own little sheath just under the right side of your seat.

"Hey doll you okay?" One of the bikers called over to you. He had messy black hair and piercing blue eyes.

You smiled "Just fine thanks." You swung the bat round in your hand before walking towards the group of men. "HEY! TONY!" Shouting as loud as you could.

He turned to look at you "Oh shi-"

Before he could finish you swung as hard as you could, the bat connected with his cheek shattering it completely. Blood sprayed as he fell to the ground. All the men around you shouted. Before anyone could stop you you hit him again. "You think its okay to hit women?" Everyone stopped as soon as they heard you. You bent down to get closer to his face. "I'm telling you now Meg is coming to live with me. You don't call her, text her, you so much as think about my little sister again and I will kill you." You stood back up and placed your boot on his cheeky pressing his face closer into the dirt "That isn't a threat asshole. That’s a promise." You kicked him as hard as your could in the stomach before turning on your heal back to your bike. You wiped the blood off your bat on a rag hanging on the back of your bike.

"Jesus girl." The same biker looked at Tony spitting blood in the dirt "You got a swing and a half on you."

"He got what was coming to him."

"No doubt." He smiled sweetly at you."I gotta know your name."

"Gotta know or wanna know?" You winked at him "Come by my store one day. Studio next to the barbers and I'd kick that piece of shit outta here if I was you." You revved your engine before speeding out the garage.

He turned to the guy stood by him "Jesus man.. she's wife material."

Back at your studio you flicked through the bookings. Your afternoon was empty and it was your day off tomorrow. Looked like you could close up early for once. You went into the back office, your sister sat across the sofa with an ice pack on her head. "Hey bro, how you feeling?"

"My head hurts but personally I feel better. Thank you again."

"No problem." You sat at one of the desk chairs "We got a free afternoon and all day tomorrow. Wanna do something?"

"Err," She pulled a face "I'm not quite ready to go out yet. I think I'm going to get settled at yours, have a shower and watch a film."

"That’s fine. Sounds like a good plan to be honest." You stood from the chair "I've already cashed up so I'll go and lock the doors and I can take you home."

"Perfect." She stuck her thumbs up at you.

Leaning over the counter you grabbed your keys, as you turned a man stood at your door scared the life out of you. It was the biker "Fuck man." You opened the door "You scared the shit outta me."

"Sorry about that gorgeous." He leaned on the door frame.

"You're very eager." raising one of your eyebrows at him.

"There's something about you doll.. Amazing."

"Wow, thanks. The names Y/N"

"Tig." He smiled at you "Look if you aint busy tonight one of our boys is getting out tonight, throwing him a party at the club house. You should come."

"Well..." a smirk crept up your face "I suppose I could swing by."

"Want me to pick you up?"

"And give you my address? I aint that easy Tig. I know where it is."

He smiled again, his eyes were so mesmerizing "Ight, see you at like 9?"

"Sure." You leaned in, closing the already small gap between you and kissed him on the cheek. He walked away with a grin stretched across his face as you closed the door behind you. You went in the back to help your sister carry her stuff.

She frowned at you "Who was that and why you smiling so damn much?"

"Ermm.." You turned to look at her as you picked up one of her bags "I think I have a date."

"You what? The most independent woman I don't ever need a man ever has a date?" The way she spoke made you laugh "Who on earth tricked you into a date?"

"His name is Tig." You turned to say the second part under your breath "He's an SOA."

"Wait!" She tried to stop you but you ran past her to your bike. "Hey!" She ran out the studio after you "Did you just say he was an SOA?"

"Yeahhhh.." You locked the studio door and threw her bag into the back of her truck. "Look I know the rep they have. He seems nice but he probs just want to sleep with me."

"And your okay with that?"

You shrugged "A girl got needs."

"You're gross! I'll see you in like 2 minutes." She started her truck and drove off. You were in such high spirits you really fancied a detour on the bike, but you had to go home and try to find an outfit.

"No!" You threw your self on the bed.

"Stop being dramatic!" Meg was face first in your wardrobe. "You have loads of clothes!"

"I'm going to a party at the god damn sons of anarchy club house. I can't go to nice because all those hot groupies will show me up but I don't want to look like a groupie at the same time."

"Sis they are called prostitutes and you are not a prostitute now shut up and put this on." She threw a dress at you.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, black velvet dress with the sides cut out, Dr marten boots with boot socks rolled down, checkered shirt. Pretty much your entire body was tattooed which went with your outfit perfectly.

"You sure you don't want to borrow some heels?"

"I don't wear heels and I'm going on my bike."

She held her hands up "Fair enough. Well I hope you have a great time and I won't wait up."

"Yeahhh I wouldn't wait." You walked to the door.

You're disgusting!" She threw a pillow at you as you left.

-- Pulling into the parking lot you started to get a little nervous. You were so busy with the studio it had been ages since you went in a date. You pulled up in an empty spot. The music was blasting out already. People everywhere, most of them half naked women.

As you clipped your helmet to the handle bars a voice came from not far behind you. "Hey."

You turned to see Tig "Hi." You smiled at him as he walked over to you.

"You look beautiful." He passed you a bottle.

"Thanks." You took the bottle from his hands and kissed him on the cheek. He walked in with you and most people stared straight at you. You finished your drink straight away. "I'm gonna need something stronger."

"I like your thinking." He grabbed a bottle of Jack from the table and poured you a couple of shots each.

You felt instantly better. He started introducing you to all the other sons. They were all really nice to you. Some a little pervy but Tig was definitely the worst. He hardly actually looked at your face.

The night was going really smoothly. You and Tig got on like a house on fire and all the guys treated you as though you were already one of the family. As you returned from the bathroom you noticed a girl with her tits just hanging out trying to sit on his knee. You could hear what he was saying "Look miss, its real nice you got your boobies out but I have a girl with me tonight."

"Awh but you know I'm way more fun that her."

Marching over you tapped her on the shoulder "Excuse me?" She spun around and got right in your face "He said he aint interested sweetheart."

"And who the fuck are you? No one has ever said no to me."

You looked her up and down "I highly doubt that." Your comment made Juice spit out his drink.

"You his old lady?"

"I don't belong to anyone hunny."

She pushed you at the shoulders "So you aint important."

Tig stood up to stop her but you put your hand out, this was your fight "Touch me again I'll knock you the fuck out."

She did, pushing you back again. With one move you headbutted her in the nose, knocking her to the ground. She grabbed her face and started shouting. "Shut up and get out my face." You sat back down next to Tig. "Stupid bitch." You grabbed hold of the bottle of Jack on the table and took a huge swig. You lit a cig and leaned back in the chair.

"God damn girl!" Juice cheered. "Gemma's gonna love you."

You looked over at Tig who was just staring at you. "That was the sexiest thing I've ever seen." He launched at you kissing you deeply. At first it took you back but then you sank into the kiss. He tasted like cigarettes and whiskey which just made you even more turned on. Breaking the kiss you sat back in your chair and took another drag of your cig. You looked around the table to realize all the guys were all over the women they were sat with, paying no attention to you guys. You looked into his icy blue eyes, a smirk crept up your face. You could tell on his face he was thinking the exact same as you. You both stood without saying anything to anyone else around the table. He grabbed hold of your hand as he walked past some of the rooms. You stopped for a second to admire the bike on display. He spun you around so you were facing him.

"Am I boring you?"

"Not at all." You leaned into a kiss. The pace picked up fast and before you knew it he had pushed you against a door. Wrapping your legs around him he kissed down your neck.

You were so close to having sex right there in the hall way when Opie rounded the corner. "Fuck sake man... Can't you at least do that in your room."

"Fuck off."Tig's voice was muffled as he was face first in your breasts. He moved one hand off your ass and he reached for the door knob. He pushed you through the door and threw you onto his bed. He stood over you for a second and lick his lips "You ready baby."

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kpop-ruined-my-social-life · 4 years

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Changkyun NS*W Alphabet

Gonna put this under the cut cause I know some of yall wanna get to some other writings or something + these can get super long with all the gaps

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

I see him as someone who would do minimal aftercare, not too heavy but not insensitive. He is someone who would make you drink some water, maybe give you some clothes to change if you want, and if you ask for something he’ll get it, BUT only does minimum unless you ask for more

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and their partner’s)

He really loves his hands, the way he looks at how he grabs you, like when he squeezes your thighs he likes to look at the difference between his hand and your thigh. In a fluff aspect, he likes seeing how your hand size is compared to his. Back to smut, he likes watching his fingers when he fingers you, how something so simple can pleasure you. On you he loves your thighs and your ass, he doesn’t care if you’re “thiccc” or not, he's a total ass man

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

More of the “I’ll pull out don’t worry type” which you never worry. Doesn’t like condoms but if you ask him to wear one he will. In the cases that you ask him to wear one and even not, he prefers not to cum in you unless he is like super into it and you say it’s okay. But if he cums on you he likes to do it on your back or your chest, maybe even just have you open your mouth and he will on your tongue

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Wants to try spreader bars, doesn’t care if its on your or on him, just wants to try it along with your normal light bondage, like if it's you and he’s being like hard dom he’d use spreader bars to keep your legs apart while your hands are tied and just lay a vib on you to overstimulate you or even take it off every time you’re close to deny your release

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Don’t see him having a lot of experience, prob like one partner before you and that is it.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Likes any position where he can see your face, really likes missionary but he holds up your legs cause like I said the boy likes to grab your thighs and/or ass

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

I’d say he is mostly serious, he isn’t super goofy (like some of his members lol) and seems rather serious, but I think he likes the connect, not seeing it as a laughing matter but just simply loving and romantic

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Keeps it trimmed but def not completely bald, doesn’t like it too wild and long cause he knows it just seems too messy (also cause he doesn’t like it to be covering any aspect of your face or where you are connected in any form)

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Likes eye contact and is one to lay his forehead on yours. If not his head is normally nuzzled into your neck leaving kisses or moaning in your ear

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He is still pretty young so he needs to sometimes, but he can sort of resist it. Maybe like 2 times a week? Sometimes less, he just doesn’t have time for more

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Like I said spreader bars for dirty secret, loves bondage but not to the point of it hurting, like if you’re pulling on it too hard and it starts hurting you then he will take them off or just loosen them

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

At home: bed or couch, doesn’t like doing them at the dorm or studio cause he doesn’t like the thought of other people seeing you

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Loves your legs and ass, show those off even the slightest bit or put them in his lap and you’re going home in like 0.002 seconds

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Doesn’t like pain and isn’t into age or pet play, like he’ll call you kitten or puppy or whatever but isn’t into like the ears or anything like that, it just doesn’t sit right with him

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Likes giving but def prefers receiving. I think when you first get together you’ll have to sort of guide him to what feels best but he isn’t the type to like almost cream as soon as you put his dick in your mouth ya know?

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

1 to 100 real quick, can go slow and gentle one day and the next being going as rough and fast as you can handle, very rarely changes between rounds unless its rough to gentle

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Prefers not to, if you have time for a quickie he just prefers to complete the foreplay part

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He wants to experiment with some stuff but is too nervous to ask you, but if he mentions it and you agree hell yeah yall are experimenting. Now like I said he won’t risk pain or getting caught.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Can go maybe one round of foreplay and one round of sex, if you skip foreplay (which is unusual) he can go maybe two rounds of sex

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Cuffs, not ropes that would mark you. Is tempted to think about trying a ball gag but doesn’t like the possibility of not being able to hear the safe word. Likes temp play so he has a lot of candles, fun fact: all the candles are essential oil scented so when you burn them and it drips you get a bit of the pain/temp play and relaxation from the smell. Vibs, cock rings if hes being sub, and one very dark red silk blindfold

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

None at all, I don’t see him as a tease, more of just a “hey lets fuck” type guy if

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

I don’t think he’s too loud, def makes noise but its more a low groan and maybe a whine here and there, def pants and breathes heavy

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Wants to have a threesome, which he knows you would most likely agree to, but he wants to do it with a stranger (one he knows is clean and safe for the both of you), but instead settles for maybe one of the members or someone you both know and are comfortable with

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

I don’t see him as very big in width, and I see him pretty average in length, around like 6.5-7 in. also I see him as a grower not a shower, so he seems a lot smaller than he really is when he’s like super hard

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Not super high, maybe at most like 2-3 times a week, has gone maybe 2-3 weeks with none, not even touching himself. He’ll def go as much as you want though, like if you want to like 4-5 times a week he is mostly down if he isn't too tired

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Once he is done with whatever minimal after care he feels he needs to take care of and maybe a shower he will most definitely pass out, he's a tired boy.

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descendantofthesparrow · 4 years

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Encore - part of your world - Harry Hook x reader - part 8 - Uma

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“Hey (y/n)?” Uma called from her chair at the kitchen island, you turned from the pancakes humming to show you were listening “do you think I could come with you and harry to your world?”

You paused, locking your jaw in thought. “I…I don’t know? I would think you would need an anchor like I do” you gestured to your ruby necklace “because my world doesn’t have magic so you could possibly be in danger while your there?” uma hummed, poking a lone strawberry.

“that’s true, maybe we can call kore and ask her?” you shrugged, flipping Gil’s set of chocolate chip pancakes.

“maybe, KORE!” a swirl of teal, fuschia magic appeared and dissipated, leaving the spring goddess in its place.

“yes?” she asked, eyeing the pile of pancakes in the oven “is the something you need?”

“yep~” you chirped, shoveling Gil’s pancakes into the oven to keep warm “we were wondering if uma needed an anchor to visit my world?”

“well yes” kora muttered, stealing an apple “as she is mostly a magic-based being, unlike harry who isn’t, she would need something withholding magic to keep her energy and life force up, like her shell necklace”

You and uma nodded, uma lifting the necklace from her chest “so I could use this as my anchor?”

Kore nodded, smiling when you finally handed her a plate, giving in to her eyeing the pancakes.

“precisely, now, im going to go enjoy these, I will return the plate”

*poof* in a swirl of smoke she disappeared

You snorted, yelling out to the two still sleeping boys.

“BOYS! BREAKFAST IS READY!” you heard two thumps, the signs of the two taller boys falling off their beds and scrambling to get downstairs if the rapid thumps down the upstairs hallway was a told you anything.

“pancakes!” Gil appeared first, slightly drooling and hair a mess. you opened the oven, piling his five chocolate chip pancakes onto a plate, sliding it onto the counter for him to take.

“thanks (y/n)!”

“no prob”

Harry trudged down the stairs, rubbing his eyes and yawning “morning sleepy head” you teased, he hummed, walking up behind you and wrapping his arms around you, burying his face into your neck, pressing his lips to it.

“mor’nin” he muttered, rubbing his nose into your hair “pancakes?” you sniggered, leaning away from him, scrunching your shoulder and chin together.

“y-yes, st-stap!” harry had realized what he was doing and began to blow raspberries into the crook of your neck. You dissolved into laughter, wriggling about trying to escape his grasp.

“harry staaaaap!!!” you felt him grin as he tightened his grasp on you, beginning to move his fingers against your sides.

“noooooo-aahhhH!!!” you screeched, reaching out to uma who was ignoring you.

“uma halp!!!” she continued to ignore you, eating her pancakes. “ill buy you ice cream!” she locked eyes with you, smirking.

“three scoops, extra hot fudge and caramel and rainbow sprinkles”

“de-deal!!!” uma flung her hand out, pushing harry away form you, letting you catch your breath.

“t-thank you” you were still slightly giggling, one hand on the counter, the other on your stomach

“ice.cream” uma said slowly, you nodded, reaching out your hand and shaking hers.

“yeah yeah, I know, for dessert tonight”

“alrigh’ “ Harry sat up from the floor, grabbing a plate and opening the oven door, naturally extracting two pancakes. “wha’ time do yeh want teh head back love?” harry asked, spreading butter on his food.

“well” you stared, opening your phone and looking at your schedule “auntie put me in for 12-9 today so I guess…10?”

Harry nodded, smiling before it dropped “wha’ are we gonna do about…ye know who?” you sighed, brushing your hair back.

“I don’t know, let's just hope they don’t blurt this out”

“who are you talking about?” uma asked, tilting her head

“Harrys actor..and yours, they found out”

Uma froze “shit it might not be a good idea for me to go with you guys then?” you shook your head.

“nah, China seemed like she wanted to meet you” uma nodded unsure but finished her food and placed her dishes in the sink.

“Alright, imma get dressed, 10 right?”

Both you and Harry nodded.

You nervously jumped your leg on the ground, staring at china’s DM’s, wondering if you should message her about uma.

You sighed, she would find out through the paparazzi anyway so.

Hey…its me? (y/n). The girl whos been seen around harry? Any way, uma wanted to come with us and I was wondering if u wanted to meet her?

…..

If ur busy its fine, but was just wondering.

<Seen>

Dude yesss, meeting my own character!? That would be soo cool

You breathed a sigh of relief, slumping on your bed slightly.

Sweet, so about 1130 well be at my aunt's bakery, if u wanna meet us there?

Sure! See you!

see ya!

You sighed and stood, cracking your neck, grabbing your clothes and house keys, smiling at the blue gemmed key with Harry's initials staring at you.

Tossing it in your bag, you stepped into the bathroom, quickly showering and getting dressed, drying your hair as best you could and making your way downstairs.

Were Gil and Harry already were playing video games.

“fuck ye gil!”

“harry that’s (y/n)s job ew”

“Gil what the fuck that’s nasty!”

“then don’t blue shell me!!”

You shook your head, walking up to behind harry and leaning down, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing his cheek.

“you almost ready hook?”

“aye” he muttered, smirking as he passed Gil, who groaned in frustration “on the last lap love”

“kay”

About a minute later, Harry won, cackling as he finished the last lap.

“ahaha! I won, I won!” Gil pouted, leaning back and crossing his arms.

“Yeah yeah, whatever!”

“aww,” Harry cooed, pinching Gil’s cheek “you good sunshine boy~”

Gil smacked his hand away, sticking his middle finger up at harry. Who just flipped his right back.

“alright” you patted Harry's shoulders a couple of times, gaining his attention “it's almost 10, let's start heading out.”

Harry nodded, standing and grabbing his black converse, sitting back down to get them on.

“uma! We’re about to head out!”

“got it!” she yelled back, you grabbed your back, fishing your key out and sticking it in the back door lock.

Uma trotted down the stairs, harry moving forward to meet her and allowing her to use him as a steadier as she jumped off the last step.

“Alright let's go!” you turned the key, the portal behind the door opening, light bleeding from behind the door.

You opened the door, letting uma step through first, harry standing at the edge waiting for you.

“see ya gil! Jay, dude, and Carlos are gonna be here soon right?” gil nodded, waving you off,

“yep, see ya!”

You grasped Harry's hand, stepping through and closing the door behind you.

---end of part 8---

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amaralange · 4 years

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helllo, i’m sorry i’m a little late to the party with this, but here’s my bby’s intro. it’s kinda all over the place, i apologize i’m running on fumes here. i wanted it to be a bit better, but i also wanted to get it posted! i will prob be adding more at some point soon. hit me up if you’d like to plot or establish any connections, i’m here for all of it! ( and i’m sorry about any typos, sooooo sleepy )

name: amara ruth lange pronouns: she / hers dob: october 27th, 1993 hair color: blonde eye color: blue sexual orientation: pansexual relationship status: single star sign: scorpio occupation: dance instructor

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❦ Amara had been raised with a silver spoon in her mouth and everything she could have wanted was served to her on perfectly polished silver platters. She’s the youngest child and only daughter of a district attorney and born socialite turned humanitarian. Her father, Alistair, was born in Charming but eager to escape after high school to pursue his own dream. He’d never imagined that his dream would one day see him return to his hometown to start a family of his own.

❦ Her mother, Daphne, belonged to one of the more prominent families in New York City, but living in the lap of luxury never quite felt right to her when there were so many in her very own city that were in need. She began dedicating her life, and most of her money, to various charities and organizations.

❦ Amara was born in 1993, three years after the birth of their first child, Arlo. The two siblings were quite close and there were few secrets they kept from one another. Despite all the time they spent apart while Amara was away at school they never let it hinder their relationship.

❦ There was never a time that Amara wasn’t ‘daddy’s little princess’ and in reality there were few thing, if anything at all, she could have done that would cause her father to turn his back on her; though it certainly didn’t feel as such to her.

❦ Alistair’s scrutiny was unwavering when it came to his children and it was true, he expected nothing less than excellence. It was no secret he held himself to the same standard inside the courtroom and had come to be known as quite a ruthless prosecutor that few defendants ever saw a plea deal from.

❦ At five years old that Amara found her first love in a small dance studio in the next town over. Growing up, Amara spent more time dancing than she did anything else. Nothing seemed to matter when she danced and it was the only time the girl ever felt truly at ease. Thankfully for the blonde, her wealthy family never faltered when it came to shelling out the money so she might one day have a dance career of her own. Like too many, Amara took her life of luxury and all that her parents did for her for granted.

❦ At the age of nine, she began to attend the School of American Ballet in NYC, this was her father’s way of simultaneously doing what he could to keep her away from the ever-spiraling town while keeping her happy. She returned home on holidays and for summer breaks, but for the most part, it kept her far from the escalating situations in Charming.

❦ What he hadn’t expected was that Amara might find trouble all her own while on the other side of the country, but it had been something she’d always had a knack for. Something he’d always remained oblivious to. ( going to be adding an angsty connection for either a wolf or a devil that her dad is clueless about because they’re my FAV. gonna maybe say she met them while she was home one summer? )

❦ Though she was fiercely dedicated to ballet and making a name for herself one day as a prima ballerina, she never forgot to life was meant to be lived and indulge in all the things the big apple had to offer. New York City became her personal playground for nearly a decade and she used her family’s money and her familial connections on her mother’s side to help her get away with pretty much whatever she wanted.

❦ She graduated from SAB near the top of her class with an offer from the New York City Ballet for a two year contract to be a corp dancer. Amara took no time at all to answer as it finally felt as though all the pieces were falling into place. It was near the end of her contract that she met a young, well-respected choreographer that would change her life forever.

❦ Amara soon found she’d captured his attention and the favor he seemed to shower her with was paying off in ways she never imaged possible. A renewal contract was offered to her, better parts were given to her in time, special attention and private lesson were offered to only her. It wasn’t long before their relationship evolved into something completely unprofessional and it was no secret to anyone else in the company.

❦ At twenty-three she found herself understudying for a soloists, something she should have found incredibly exciting but instead found herself feeling guilty about. Wondering if she even deserved it at all? What was the real reason she’d been given her shot? Because of her talent or was it something else?

❦ The thoughts plagued her for months, right up until the very night she ended up having to take the stage. It was a part she’d been dancing her entire life, a part she could have done blind-folded, but thanks to her new found lack of self-confidence she blew her big break in a spectacular way. Messing up during one of the pas de deux scenes, Amara was injured and subsequently lost her contract which ended her ballet career.

❦ She returned home to lick her wounds, suddenly very aware just how ‘small fish, big pond’ her life had been for all those years and wondered how she’d even survived that long. It was a over a year before Amara found the strength to dance once again, worried as though it might feel as though that part of her life was over. Something she couldn’t imagine as dance had been her entire life for so long. She got a job working at renegade as a dance instructor convinced she’d never be able to make it in a company again, not after her catastrophic fall from the top. Instead, she’d settle for now.

❦ Her life had been derailed in a way she always fear in the back of her mind, in a way her parents has cautiously warned her about when she first began dancing; because of an injury. One that might prevent her from really ever dancing again. She soon returned to her indulge in life while you can lifestyle and her reckless behavior has slowly begun to take over her life since.

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❦ growing up, she was the most curious of children, constantly asking questions and wanting to know more about anything and everything. as the years passed, her curiosity never quite fizzled out as her parents as hoped. instead, the small blonde just became more confident in her ability to get the answers she sought and more determined to have it when a person wasn’t forthright with her. it’s something that leads her to trouble too often as she’s brought on a whole new meaning to the idea of questioning authority.

❦ anyone who knows amara is aware of how jealous or possessive she can be of those in her life she cares for. she’s never been able to quite help herself and isn’t afraid to make her feelings known when she feels her relationships have been infringed upon in any way. making friends and building relationships has always been something she’s struggled with as her childhood wasn’t normal in any sense as she spent so much time training and competing with others.

❦ Because the blonde grew up rather spoiled she often lashed out with a wicked temper when things didn’t go her way. The most redeeming thing about her was her fierce loyalty to those she cared for and the lengths she was willing to go for them. Though she didn’t hand her loyalty out freely, it had to be earned.

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older brother - Arlo

best friend/ride or day

good friends

new or old friends

party friends

coworkers

angsty on/off ex - wolf or devil please<3

rivals/enemies

people who hate her because of her dad!

literally anything

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darkredehmption · 4 years

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Living Where?

#SL Living Where?

Written by @DamagedBrother and @OfFeatherNFang

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Mal:

“I told you man. I warned you. That’s what happens when you build a leisure racer,” I tease, savoring the aggrieved look on Rhage’s face as we beat feet down the tunnel. The med wing was behind us after a brief stop in, one of the staff all but gluing the blonde Brother’s forehead back into place after catching some debris from a Lesser in the alley. Sure, we all knew it’d be healed by tomorrow, but there was something seriously distracting about a wayward skin flap.

Seemed almost unfair that even blood stained and filthy, Rhage still looked like he could pose for the cover of GQ no prob. Guaranteed there’d be women in the world (and men, really) that’d be ready to lick Lesser grime off the male if it meant getting within ten feet of him. Fucker was ridiculously good looking. His car was also a bit of a looker, but as it turned out, not up to snuff. Natch.

“We’re scheduling a rematch.”

I grinned, nodding my head. Having found the med wing empty I was in a strangely more upbeat mood. No longer would Zsadist be babysitting the shifter - hopefully Hadrian was back in his own apartment downtown, having fully recovered from severing the bond with his Master. Which meant Z was, hopefully, in our rooms and, hopefully, very naked.

“Sure. N’ y’know, it’s not just the ride. It’s also the rider,” I continued, to which he rolled his eyes hardcore.

“I’ve watched Fast n’ Furious too fucker, don’t go quoting those lines at me.”

With a laugh I shrugged, stepping through the hidden doorway and taking the stairs up into the mosaic entrance, Rhage hot on my heels. At the smell coming from the dining room, I figured Last Meal had to be coming up soon. The Brother clapped me on the shoulder.

“M’ gonna get cleaned up so I don’t get blood on Fritz’s white tablecloths. See you later?”

Nodding, I grinned and took off toward the stairs without waiting for anything else. Rhage only laughed, as if he knew the feeling. There were other things one could try and fit in before last meal.

Reaching the rooms I now shared with Z, I burst in only to come up short. I’d half expected mine male to be here; re: I’d hoped my male would be in here with a shower running and dripping wet. But without even checking the bathroom or anywhere else I knew he wasn’t here.

Sighing forlornly, I began removing my weapons, setting them on a side table before stripping out of my leathers and wife beater to hit the shower myself. Without my wings the process took twenty minutes less, the filth and grime of the streets and that lingering stench of Lesser washed down the drain. Then it was a towel around the waist and a hand tousel to dry the hair as I headed back into the bedroom.

Zsadist:

I felt good. My friend was here to stay, and my male had agreed to make things official with me. Which I still couldn’t believe. Whoever thought that I would be getting mated. Not me, that’s for damn sure. But soon enough I would wear Mal’s name on my back, and I couldn’t be anymore grateful to have him in my life.

As I walked up the stairs, I couldn’t help but notice a certain scent. My angel, he had returned home from rotation. I started to move faster, taking the steps two at a time, practically busting the door down as I swung it open.

“Hi…” I purred out the word as I saw him standing there in only a towel. I thanked the heavens for this moment as I took form behind him. My arms slowly wind around his middle, inhaling his scent as I dragged my nose along his nape.

“You’re home.” Slowly I started to press open-mouthed kisses along his shoulder, leading all the way up his neck until I hit that soft spot behind his ear. Biting at his lobe, giving it a good tug as I tighten my hold. I wondered if we had enough time to fool around before last meal.

As I held my male in my arms, I couldn’t help but feel totally and completely at ease. He made me feel more relaxed than I’ve ever felt in my entire life. Which was something that I never thought I’d have. Feelings. I was capable of feeling something.

Mal:

Mine male was fond of that trick; disappearing and reappearing behind me. I was expecting it as his arms slid around me, pulling me flush to his chest as I chuckled and relaxed in his hold. The bite earned a shiver, and I tilted my head to grant him further access.

“You’re in good spirits,” I murmur, trying to breathe through the seemingly automatic reaction of my body, where Zsadist was concerned. I adjusted my towel. “I’d have thought you’d be a little more sombre with the shifter leaving.” I paused then half glanced over my shoulder. “Rhage n’ I had to go past the med wing. Saw he vacated the place.”

And as much as I’d helped Z get the shifter out of Amos’ clutches, as much as I was glad the guy had survived if only so Zsadist didn’t lose a friend, I was still wary of Hadrian. It was a prejudice I was trying to work on, no doubt born of years of hunting things like him and those of his kind that had no qualm infecting other humans or munching on them. But Hadrian was a dangerous creature, made more dangerous by the fact he was a panwere. That he was gone back to his own place… it settled some of my fear and doubt.

Zsadist:

Blinks as I look at my male. Fuck. He thought he was gone. Well, of course he did. The shifter had left the building, but only to take residence at the cabin in our backyard. Suddenly my stomach tightened, I had a feeling that this conversation was about to go sour. So much for fooling around before dinner.

“Oh...Well, about that. I need to talk to you.”

Slowly I dropped my arms and moved to stand in front of the angel, reaching out to take his hand. “So, I asked Hadrian to stay.” My free hand scrubbed at my nape. “The Brothers agreed to it after what happened. I mean, he still has an apartment, and will be living in a cabin that we have out back in the woods. Actually, it was meant for me when I moved in.” Plays with the angel’s fingers as I admit something from my past.

“I really didn’t like being around others, but turns out I was comfortable being inside the mansion, so it never got filled.” Nods as I meet his gaze. “He wants to still fight with us, after everything that happened, and he’s still fragile right now. I just...I know what that feels like, and if I can help I will. Besides, it’s good for security and good for him in case others like Amos come sniffing around.”

Blows out a breath. “So please don’t be mad. I know you can’t possibly hate him still...I mean, you helped save him.”

Mal:

The playful flirting vanished with my question. For the first time I saw something that looked a little like guilt pass through that golden gaze, and then the dreaded phrase ‘I need to talk to you’. Ball crushing anxiety right there. Cue the step back, the narrowed eyes and the consideration of just how many weapons I was wearing and how many of them I should get rid of ‘pronto’.

His fingers threaded through mine, as if he could sense the fact they were itching to go for a weapon, and I listened as he revealed he’d asked the shifter to live here. And apparently, that invitation hadn’t been something worth telling me about ‘before’ hand. Only after.

Anger licked through me, and with a forced calm I detached my fingers from mine male’s and turned to stride for the closet, slowly removing my weapons as I went. Setting them down within, I made sure everything was in its place as I took off my holsters and set them aside too. Then I stepped through the door to the closet and closed it behind me.

“I helped save him for you,” I said finally, some of that anger staining my words, my tone. “He’s your friend. Or whatever.” Was that jealousy? Fuck, maybe it was. I ignored it and clung to the anger instead. “So I helped you. I kept his soul on this fucking plane of existence so you didn’t have to lose a friend. But do I like him?” I let out a bark of laughter. “No, Z. M’ still not a fan. And the fact you didn’t even think to mention it to me, that this guy I don’t like, don’t trust, is now living here?” I shook my head and stormed toward the balcony. “Yeah, sorry, but definitely mad.”

I wanted things to slam. To break. My Divinity crackled under my skin at the frustration, and I flung open the doors to the last twinkle of stars as I contemplated summoning my wings and taking off. It felt like this anger needed more room than our bedroom.

Zsadist:

I just watched in silence as my male went off about the shifter. Shit. What do I do? No, I didn’t expect him to magically like Hadrian, but Mal did save him. And during that night I could have sworn I saw a connection between them.

Maybe I was wrong.

My brows draw in as I watched Mal move furiously out onto the balcony, almost expecting him to fly off and never return. Why would he want to stick around with me? Hell, why did he even want to mate me?

I pushed those dark thoughts away as I moved to join him out onto the balcony. My elbows resting on the railing as I stare out at the night sky, taking in a deep breath.

“I’m sorry. I’ve never really had a friend before. I have my Brothers, sure, but never someone different. Hell, I spent most of my years ignoring everyone, and before that locked away with hardly any contact. So, when I met Hadrian, it was something new to me.” My eyes lower as my head sinks forward.

“Hadrian has just been through something awful...and if I can help in any way then maybe he won’t be so fucked in the head. Maybe he won’t have thousands of nightmares worrying that Amos will come back and take him. Maybe he will trust people, and feel...something.”

Scrubs my hand over my skull trim. “I didn’t have that for a very long time, and I’m not saying that he won’t have nightmares, cause he will.” My mind drifted to the med suite when I found him breaking down in the bathroom. “But if I can help in any way, then I will. And if that means he has to stay here for a little and feel...something other than pain...then he will stay.”

Straightens as I avoid your gaze. “I should have told you. But it all happened so fast, and I’ve been enjoying the time we have spent together. Just, somewhere deep down I thought you’d be okay with this. That maybe you two had bonded that night and you wanted to make sure...that he would be okay too.”

Mal:

The male’s words leech some of my anger away, and don’t think part of me doesn’t shrink at the fact this is ‘my’ damage. My prejudice. A life time hunting things that make meals out of people and now Hadrian is just another monster out there. Just another thing I tell myself I’m not allowed to hunt.

And it shouldn’t shock me that Zsadist sees himself, or at least parts of him, in the shifter either. Bound to another against their will, the pair are now members of a club I wouldn’t wish membership on anyone.

Staring out across the grounds, I try to process my own feelings, like I’m unthreading a tangled strand of yarn. I know there’s jealousy - Hadrian means something to Zsadist. N’ maybe I should be worried about that. I dunno. I’ve never had this. Had anyone. Life was so much more straight forward when I was hunting things that go bump in the night. But now? I’m part of a family. A household. And someone waits for me to come home every night. That shit is a huge change.

Then there’s the hurt that Z didn’t bother asking me, either. Maybe that’s petty, but when your mate doesn’t like someone, asking that same person to live here without letting them know first is a definite slap to the nuts.

Taking a breath, I try to sort all that into something that doesn’t just sound like a male vampire snarling when his final words hit me.

Bonded.

I feel a crick in my neck as my head whips to look at him. Somewhere in my brain, a lightbulb goes off and then explodes from the surge. Fuck, I wanna be wrong. Holy fuck do I wanna be wrong. There’s no way…

Shoving the thoughts backward, not daring to voice them, I try to re-focus.

“I told you. I only did what I did for you. Not for him. I’ve hunted things like him, Z. Shifters and werewolves and creatures that made sport out of hunting humans. And if he so much as sniffs in the direction of an innocent?” I add, my eyes hardening. “Then I’ll put him down. That’s how I’m wired. That’s what I do.” A tense inhale as I look away, trying to think. “You have something with him… and a part of me feels… threatened by that. Like…” I grappled with the emotional baggage and then dumped it anyway. “…like he’ll take you from me. And that you didn’t tell me first? I have to find out after the fact? Might as well yank my nuts out through my naval,” I mutter, my back tingling as if it was waiting for my wings to appear. Somehow, I kept them retracted.

Zsadist:

Scrubbing a hand over my scarred face as I hear what Mal has to say. I could have sworn I saw a connection with them in the end, when we thought Hadrian was going to die. I guess I was wrong.

Fuck. I wish I had one of V’s Turkish tobacco blunts right about now.

Slowly I turned to look at my male. Cautiously I took a few steps forward until we were inches apart.

“Hey. No one...could ever take me away from you, and no one better even try to take you from me.” My bonding scent flares. “Cause if they do, I will rip their limbs off one by one.” I practically growled out the words as I spoke them.

“You are MINE.” I could feel my fangs elongating. “As I am yours...and soon we will be mated, and I will bear your name on my back.”

Taking a moment to let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. “I fucked up...I should have spoken on this, but I just saw a friend in need and wanted to help. Though you are my mate, and we are a team.”

Slowly I sank to my knees in front of him, which was a sign of respect. Something my kind only did for our mates or King and Queen. My golden eyes shined bright for the angel, scarred lips parting as I spoke.

“So please don’t be mad...I’m new to all this...It has always been just me. For hundreds of years I’ve been alone. I was lost before I found you, but now I feel alive...Feel like I can breathe. My Hellren.” I breathed.

Mal:

Z approached, and even angry I couldn’t bring myself to move away again. He was still my port in a storm. Still my anchor at sea. So even as I reigned in my frustration I turned to face him. His words soothed whatever angry beast was roiling inside me; the one that dripped with jealousy and resentment.

Yes… it was ‘my’ name going on his back. Mine. And I would wear his. This male. Mine male.

As he sank to his knees my anger seemed to dwindle, the flame of it guttering at the obvious apology and devotion. Then at his declaration, it banked and died, only smoke rising from it as I reached down and drew him back to his feet and against my chest. I claimed his lips in a kiss, soft and sweet.

“…do you know how hard it is to stay mad at you when you’re on your knees sayin shit like that?” I ask gruffly, trying to hide my smile, our foreheads pressed together as I stare into your eyes. Another kiss, and then I lean back, just enough. “I don’t mean to be angry. N’… it’s not like this is my house,” I mutter, looking back in at our bedroom. “I can’t decide who stays and who goes. But next time… a heads up would be nice, yeah?”

I turn back to him and claim his lips again. I ignore the tiny voice whispering about the bond, shoving it to the back of my mind until a later date. A better time than this.

“I love you, Zsadist. …even with your pet…” I mutter.

Zsadist:

My arms wrapped around the angel as I felt his lips against my own, savoring the kiss as he pulled back. Fuck. Thank Scribe he wasn’t mad at me anymore. Grumpy, yes, but not furious. Malachi meant so much to me that I never wanted to mess things up. I couldn’t even imagine my life without him.

“And I love you…”

I repeated the words in the old language before snorting at the pet comment, allowing my fangs to slowly drag across the angel’s jawline.

“No pets...just a very handsome angel that I'd love to devour right about now.” Smirks as my hands slowly work their way down his body, feeling every inch of him.

“How about we skip dinner and we indulge in something else?” My eyes shined bright as I backed up towards the bed, our bed. “Then afterwards we can order some food to be brought up.” I pause as I pop the button on my pants.

“That is...if you are still hungry after you get a taste of me, Nallum.” I purred out the words as I slowly slid the fly of my jeans down.

Mal:

The murmur of Z’s voice as he recited the old language always sent shivers down my spine. It was one of my few regrets at not being brought up a vampire - I could speak nothing of the language of my people. Well, one side of my people. I was pretty decent with my Enochian translations.

“Devour huh? M’ an angel, not a snack,” I tease, my body reacting instinctively as his hands slide over all of me. My skin tingles in his wake.

Glancing down as he pops the fly of his jeans, I grin and take a step backward, off the balcony and into the privacy of our bedroom, beckoning him to follow.

“I’m all about indulging, mine. But I’m never full when it comes to you,” I counter, winking as I finish stripping off my leathers and wife beater.

As soon as he steps through the doors they close behind him, and then I’m not thinking about the shifter or the manse or even Last Meal. All there is is Zsadist, and that’s all that matters.

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Surviving Mean Girls

Pairing: Dean X Reader

Word Count: 5101

Summary: When the boys get back from apocalypse world you think you have made new friends, til they start to break you down. (text messages in bold)

Warnings: bullying, eating disorder, alcohol abuse, depression, sexual assualt

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The boys arrived back from apocalypse world with a lot of new hunters. The next few days are spent getting them settled in and you meet three new girls. They were friends already and welcomed you into their little group. You enjoyed some girl time with them, showing some of the latest shows you were watching or just hanging out. You are sitting in the kitchen with the girls sipping coffee when Dean walks in.

“Morning sweetheart, ladies.” Dean says heading to the coffee maker. You jump up right away to get him the pancakes and extra bacon you set aside for him.

“You are an angel, thank you.” He says before kissing your forehead and heading out with his plate and coffee. You turn to sit at the table when you notice the girls are all kind of scowling in your direction. You ignore it and sit back down.

“Sorry, so where were we?” you ask.

“You know y/n, you couldn't make your crush on Dean any more obvious. And don't take this the wrong way but I've heard Dean in more into skinny girls. If you want I can help you work on a workout plan. Maybe get in better shape.” Suzie says with a smirk.

“For sure y/n, Becky and I can help too.” Tina adds.

You just sit for a second before getting up from the table. “I'll think about it, I've got some things to take care of. I'll see you guys later.” you say walking out of the kitchen. As soon as you turn the corner you hear the girls break out in laughter. You walk quickly back to your room and lock the door before you let the tears fall. Not only did they know about your feelings for Dean but they commented on your weight. You didn't think you were over weight, at least not til now. You got up and looked in the mirror. Sure you were curvier then the other girls but you were toned. You worked hard to get over your eating disorder you had in high school, to get to a healthy weight but what they said was like a punch in the gut. Were you just fooling yourself. You knew they were right, Dean would never go for someone like you. You spent the rest of the day in your room, not wanting to be around anyone. The next morning you were at the coffee maker when Dean walked in. He noticed you were a little more quiet then usual and asked what was wrong. Just then Suzie walked in with Tina and Becky close behind.

“I'm fine Dean, just didn't sleep much.” you said with a shrug.

“Well I'm here if you need me, to talk or just hang out. It's been a while since we watched a good movie in my room together.”

Just then your phone dinged. You looked down and saw it was in the group text you are in with the girls.

Suzie: look at her acting all pathetic just to get his attention. The fat skank needs a life.

Becky: Ikr, could she be any more obvious.

Tina: I'm sure she does this all the time to get Dean's attention, looks like it works.

Suzie: Right?! A movie in his room. How desperate is she?

You looked up from your phone to see Dean still staring at you. “I'm sorry, what?”

“A movie in my room later?”

“Sorry Dean, I've already got plans today. Rain check?”

“Sure thing sweetheart” He kissed your forehead before walking away and you left right after, not even talking to the girls. How could they talk about you like that. Did they forget you were part of that group chat. Either way you thought they were your friends. You went back to your room again and stayed in there. Day 2 with no food, but you didn't care. You were embarrassed and you didn't know what to do. If you say something, it would cause a big scene. They did have a really hard time in their world, maybe they just needed time to remember how to be around people without a constant war. The next day everything changed. Dean said yes to Micheal and was gone. Everyone was scrambling to try and find him. You were trying to be there for Sam putting your hand on his shoulder while he sat at the table, when your phone dinged again.

Suzie: look at her now, all over Sam too. What a slut!

Tina: Deans only been gone a day and she moved on already.

Becky: Pathetic!

You slowly removed your hand and backed away from Sam. He was busy on his lap top and didn't notice. Over the next weeks you spend a lot of time in your room. You were barely eating and only when there were people around. You started jogging every afternoon to clear your head. You had a perfect trail through the woods that led into town right by your favorite bar. You would head in for a few whiskeys before jogging back to the bunker. You had lost weight, almost 20 pounds so far. You started drinking more too. Not just at the bar but alone in your room. The messages kept coming in, not all mean things about you but most were.

Suzie: Does she really think jogging is going to help her. If Dean comes back he still won't want her. I'm going to make sure he wants me.

Becky: You are a way better fit for him.

Tina: I know, you would make such a cute couple.

Another few weeks pass and there is news finally. They think Micheal is in Duluth so Sam heads up there with Mary and Bobby. Sam is worried about you so he asks you to stay behind. You look in the mirror and see the dark circles and you cheeks look sunken in a little. You've lost more weight and you get dizzy sometimes. You do your usual jog to the bar and when you get back you head to the fridge to get some water. You hear some commotion before heading out to the war room. Dean is there hugging Jack and you can't help but run up to him. All this time without him you missed him. You wrap your arms around him and he lifts you off the ground.

“Dean are you ok? I've missed you so much.”

“You are a sight for sore eyes sweetheart. I've missed you too. I'm fine. I'm going to get cleaned up.”

You could tell he was disoriented with all the new people staring at him. You wanted to go to him after his shower but your phone dinged again.

Suzie: Did you see y/n, give the guy a break. He just got back. I thought she was gonna jerk him off right there.

Becky: That's one way to get his attention, lol. Prob wouldn't be the first time.

Why did you keep torturing yourself by reading them. Who knows but instead you walked back to your room and took a shot from your bottle. It's like all these feelings you thought you were over are coming back. Like you knew you weren't good enough. Why fight it. You sank down in the corner and took shots until you passed out. You woke up when your door opened, you were laying on the floor in the corner of your room with the bottle still in your hand. Dean walked in to tell you they were leaving to Sioux Falls but when he saw you on the floor he rushed over to you.

“Y/n, are you ok?”

“Me, yeah, I'm good. You know just celebrating you coming home. Guess I got a little carried away.”

“Are you sure there's not something else? You look like you've lost weight and Sam tells me you have been hiding out in here drinking.”

“It was just hard without you. But really, I'll be ok.”

“Well we are heading out to follow up on a lead, should be back in a couple days. Then we are going to sit down and talk. The three of us.”

“Ok Dean. Good luck, drive safe.”

He leans down and kisses your cheek before snatching the bottle out of your hand.

“No more drinking.”

“Yes Dad,” you say and roll your eyes.

What he doesn't know is you have other bottles stashed in your room. You were debating on another drink when Mary knocked on your door.

“Hi, y/n, how's it going?”

“Let me guess, the boys told you to keep an eye on me?”

“They are just worried. You haven't been yourself lately. Come on, get showered. We are going to have a girls day. Some lunch, maybe a movie. I won't take no for an answer.”

You grumbled under your breath before getting up and heading to the bathroom. All your clothes were fitting loose but you liked it better that way. You felt safer when people couldn't see your body. Once you were showered and ready you met Mary in the library and your heart sank. Apparently girls day included all the girls in the bunker. Suzie was standing there with Becky and Tina before she walked up and gave you a big hug.

“Isn't this exciting y/n, we've barely been out of the bunker since we got here.”

Once she let you go you all made your way to the garage. You had to take two cars and Becky piped up, “Y/n can ride with us!” Great. You moved to the back seat and closed the door. At the diner they insisted on sitting close to you. When the waitress arrived Suzie spoke up to order for you. “Oh I know y/n's favorite food from here is the bacon cheeseburger, extra bacon. She talks about it all the time.”

Mary looked over at you so you just said yes to the food. She kept watching you eat. I'm sure Dean had probably told her about your struggles with weight. You finished the whole thing and started feeling sick. Before you could get up Suzie said, “Aren't you going to get your usual pie?”

“No thanks, I'm full.” You shot her a glare before getting up. You knew you were going to throw up. The food was just too much so you excused yourself to the bathroom. After throwing up you came back out to see Mary and Suzie talking. You let her know you weren't feeling well and you were going to head back to the bunker. It wasn't that far to walk. She was about to say something when Suzie interrupted her. “Remember that battle in Dayton. I was so proud of us all working together, like a family.” You rolled your eyes and walked out the door before Mary turned back around. You were going to walk to the bunker but instead you headed to the bar for a few.

The next day Dean and Sam were back but something was off with Dean. You could tell he was upset about something so you stopped by his door to ask him. You saw Tina coming down the hall so you just went back to your room. You were holed up in your room and Dean was holed up in his. Sam found a case with killer toys and went to tell Dean about it. Dean was excited for this hunt and Sam suggested bringing you. You hadn't all hunted together since before they went to the apocalypse world. Sam knocked on your door while Dean packed.

“Y/n, come on get packed. We found a case. Wheels up in 10.”

“Sam are you sure you want me to come, there are plenty of other hunters here.”

“Of course, it will be like old times. You have been cooped up in here for months. I think the open road will do some good. Did I happen to mentions, it's killer toys.”

“Really? I'll be there in 5!” He knew that would peak you interest. You and Dean were so much alike. Being in the car with them felt like home. Just the three of you, when you stopped for food you ordered just a salad. Dean raised his eye at you but said nothing. Once you were at the hotel for the night it was dinner time. Sam left to get food and you and Dean just spent time chatting.

“Y/n you gotta talk to me, what is going on with you really?”

“Nothing, it's just been hard having the bunker so crowded, you know.”

Just then Sam walked in with pizza. You knew you would have to eat it and they would know if you threw up in the bathroom. Just breath, you will be fine. You had only one slice and Dean was again watching you. But you ignored him. “I'm going to go run and get some ice”, you said. You grabbed the bucket and went behind the motel first. You threw up quickly in the dumpster before getting the ice. They glanced up at you but stayed silent. You all turned in for the night and you waited for them both to be asleep before you laid down on the floor and quietly started doing sit ups. You tried to be as quiet as you could but you were getting tired and it was harder to stop the noises of exertion from leaving your lips. Dean flicked on the light while you were mid sit up.

“Y/n what are you doing, it's like 3 in the morning.”

“I couldn't sleep and since I didn't jog today I figured I do a little exercising til I got tired. Sorry I woke you up.” you said as you got up and went to the bathroom. Dean was back to sleep when you got out. You knew you wouldn't hear the end of it.

The next day you were interviewing the man who was attacked and he denied the whole thing. After waiting in the Impala for a while you saw him run out bleeding. You and Dean stayed with him at the hospital while Sam when back to the comic book shop. Pretty soon Dean got a call from Sam letting him know that the ghost has possessed the David Yaeger action figure and was on the way to the hospital. You were waiting with Dirk when it got really cold, after all the lights started flickering and the dresserer drawers opening and closing he freaked out running out of the room. You ran after him and then you saw the David Yaeger figure in front of you. You ran with Dirk the opposite way. While you were running you started feeling dizzy again. No, No, not now. You turned the corner and fainted. Dirk yelled for help trying to wake you up when Dean found you.

“What happened?”

“We were just running and she fainted.”

He scooped you up and carried you with him. He ended up with you and Dirk in the morgue. The figure sat up from under a sheet and Dean started fighting it. Sam and Samantha from the comic store got there in time and the burned the key chain tying the ghost there. Sam saw you laying on the floor and got scared.

“Dean what happened, is y/n ok?”

“Yeah I think so, Dirk said she fainted while they were running.”

Dean started to pick you up when you came to.

“Dean are you ok? What happened?”

“That's my line don't you think, considering you're the one who fainted while running from a ghost! No more of I'm fine bull shit. What is going on with you?”

“I already told you it's nothing. I don't know what you want me to say. I think I'm coming down with a cold. Been feeling sick all week.” You got up and started walked to the exit. “You guys coming? I just want to get home.”

Back at the bunker, you were back in your room again, there goes for phone dinging. Don't check it. Don't check it.

Suzie: I heard the boys talking, she practically almost ruined the hunt for them. She fainted in the middle, almost getting a guy killed. Talk about attention whore.

Becky: Good thing the guy is ok. I told you it should have been you on that hunt. I hear she's never been that good at hunting.

Tina: They probably just keep her around because they feel sorry for her.

Fuck it. You put on your leggings, a tank top and your favorite baggy sweatshirt. Pull on your sneakers and head out the door. You push open the bunker door when you hear Dean behind you.

“Y/n wait! We need to talk!”

“Can't, going on a run. You can keep up we will talk.”

With that you sprint off down your path. You know he doesn't run, you glance back and he is just staring at you. You make it to the bar in 30 minutes and order a drink. After a couple more you start to head back. About 30 yards into the woods you feel dizzy again and collapse. When you wake up there is someone on top of you. You punch him in the face and he hits you back before he pulls a knife out of his pocket. Holding it to your throat. You recognize him from the bar. He's been there a lot lately. When he is finished he moves the knife and you hit him again. He stabs the knife into your side and you can't stop the scream from escaping your lips. You pull the knife out of your side and slam it into his chest before he could stand up. He collapses with his pants still down and you slowly get up. You pull your leggings up and hold pressure to your cut making your way back to the bunker. It takes you longer to get home since you can't jog. You pull up your hood and slowly open the door. No one is in the war room so you make your way through the hall to your room. You don't notice the trail of blood you are leaving behind. You make it to your room and get your first aid kit out. You carefully take off your sweatshirt and splash some whiskey on the wound before attempting to stitch. You still feel so dizzy and you could tell you've lost a lot blood. The blood is pouring out faster than you thought and then you hear a knock at your door.

“Y/n open the door. Are you ok? There's blood out here.”

“Just a minute Dean, I'm fine.”

He starts picking your lock when he hears a crash. He kicks the door open to see you laying in a pool of blood.

“Sam! Mom! Help me!”

He picks you up and rushes to the infirmary. Sam sees you in Dean's arms.

“What happened?”

“I don't know, she went for a jog and I was going to see if she was back yet. Been trying to talk to her. I saw a trail of blood, I knocked and she told me to hold on. I tried picking her lock, but I heard a crash and just kicked the door in. It looks like she was trying to stitch this herself. It looks like a stab wound. And Sammy look at her face.” Dean sniffs trying to hold back the tears. He pushes the hair out of your face to show a bruise forming on your cheek. Sam is holding pressure to the wound. Mary rushes in, “oh my god, is she ok?”

“She's lost a lot of blood, we need to take her to the hospital for an transfusion.”

“No we don't, I have the same blood type as her, just hook me up to her while you stitch the cut.”

Mary takes over holding pressure while Sam puts an IV in your arm and connects it to the one in Dean's. He goes back over to your wound and pushes up your tank top for a better look. They all gasp when they realize they can see your ribs and hips sticking out.

“Sam did you know she had lost so much weight? Why would she do that, I thought she had it under control. Something must have triggered it.”

“I don't know, but when she is better, we are all gonna sit down and talk whether she wants to or not.”

After stitching you up you start to stabilize. They remove the IV from Dean and start working to clean you up. Sam had left to get you some pajamas to change you into while Mary got a rag with a bowl of water to clean up all the blood and dirt. Dean removed your tank top but before removing your leggings he took your phone out of the pocket. Sam arrived with your clothes and helped get your leggings off. They all gasped in shock when they saw blood and bruises on your thighs. Dean started crying and kissing your head. Sam and Mary were crying too but they continued to clean you up and get you into your clean pajamas before settling you down on the bed in the infirmary. You still hadn't woken up and Dean was starting to worry. Then he heard your phone ding, then ding again and again. He finally got tired of it and checked to see who it was in case it was an emergency.

Suzie: OMG did you hear, y/n pulled another stunt for attention. Apparently she was bleeding but I wouldn't put it passed her to hurt herself for attention. She seem like the cutting type.

Becky: Def. She always wants everyone's focus on her. Can't stand it.

Tina: Once Dean realizes how pathetic she is, he's gonna be yours for sure. Wish she would just leave already.

Suzie: Yeah or that she would just cut deep enough to put us all out of our misery. HAHA!

Dean read the messages and just got more and more mad. Then he scrolled all the way to the top and read them all. Everything he needed to know was right there. Why she was so distant, why she stopped eating. How could those girls do that to her. She is the nicest person he knew. And he knew it was not accident y/n was included in the group chat. They wanted her to ready those messages. He could feel the rage boiling in his blood. He thought back to all the drinking the night he came back, he read the messages from then and put it together with finding her passed out on her floor. Jogging to the bar every day. All the dizziness and fainting from not eating. It took everything in his power to not go find those girls and kill them on the spot. Sam walked in and saw the anger in his eyes.

“Dude, what is it?”

Dean couldn't even speak, he just handed Sam y/n's phone. He could see the anger taking over Sam too. They would deal with this but for now they just sat and waited. A few hours later your eyes opened and you saw the boys and Mary sitting there. Dean was holding your hand. You started crying and couldn't stop. He held you tight til your breathing finally slowed down.

“Sweetheart, what happened? Tell us who did this to you?”

You could sense his barely controlled anger while he was talking. You looked down at your hands before answering.

“He was a guy I recognized from the bar. He's been there a lot when I go lately. I was heading back to the bunker when I fainted again. I woke up and........”, you start sobbing again. Mary is holding your hand while Sam is rubbing your back and Dean is on your other side.

“It's ok y/n, take your time.” Dean whispered.

“He was on top of me, I punched him and he hit me back. Then he pulled the knife out and held it to my throat while he finished. When he was getting off of me he moved the knife. I hit him to try and get the knife away and he stabbed me. That's when I pulled the knife out of my side and stabbed him in the chest. I didn't want him to get away or try to follow me or kill me.”

“Why didn't you call us, we could have came to help you get back. But instead you head to your room without asking for help. You could have died!”

“I didn't want to bother anyone or for anyone to see me like that. I really thought I could stitch it on my own.”

“So is the guy alive?”

“I don't know, I left quick but I got him mid chest with the knife.”

“Tell me where this happened y/n, I'll go check it out.” Sam said.

“About 30 yards away from the bar through the woods. I have a special path I take....”

“I know your path, I've followed you before.” Sam got up and left and Mary left too.

Dean brushed the hair out of your face and kissed your forehead before speaking again. “Is it because of those girls y/n?”

“What do you mean?”

“I read your messages. I heard it going off after we stitched you up and when it didn't stop I checked it. I'm so sorry you had to read all those vile messages. I can't believe they would deliberately hurt you like that.”

“I should have just ignored them, but you were gone, Sam was busy taking care of everyone and I didn't want to bother him. I tried not to let it get to me, but I wasn't strong enough. I let them win and gave them what they wanted.”

“You are the strongest person I know. I want you to know we already talked to Bobby and they are leaving the bunker. I can't have those type of people here. Ones that try to hurt other hunters. And as for you. I need you healthy again, so until you gain some weight and quit drinking, you are benched from hunting. But I need you to hear me, everything those girls said it wrong. Everything. You were not fat, you are not pathetic, you are a great hunter. And most importantly, I could definitely be into a person like you. Because I am into you.” With that he leans down and gently brushes his lips to yours. “Do you mind if I lay with you and hold you. I was so scared I was going to lose you before I got to tell you....I love you.”

You stared at him for a second before scooting over in the bed. He lays down with his arms open, after you snuggle into his chest you say, “I love you too Dean.”

You eventually drift to sleep before Sam walks in the room. “Well?” Dean asks. “I found him, he's dead. Got rid of the body and cleaned up all the evidence. Did you talk to her about those girls?”

“Yeah, they really hurt her, had her doubting everything about herself. I want to be there when we give them the news that they are out of here.”

“First thing in the morning. I'll come get you before the meeting.”

The next morning you are still sleeping in his arms when he gently slide out from under you, placing a pillow under your head. He walks out to the library where Sam is waiting, Bobby walks in with the three girls. He recognized them but didn't know who is who.

“Morning girls, which one of you is Suzie?” Dean asks.

She got a sultry smile before raising her finger, “that's me!”

“So you're the one who started all this, from the very beginning. I don't like high school bullying crap in my bunker. I found all your little messages on y/n's phone. Is that really how you treat a fellow hunter. I'm sure you didn't know that she had an eating disorder that I helper her work through. Or that she deals with depression and anxiety. Of course not, because you don't care about what other people go through. You only care about bringing them down. You tried to knock her down to make yourself feel better, and you two went along with it. Oh and Suzie, you're definitely are not my type, I'm not in to evil skanks. So you three need to go to your rooms and pack. You are no longer welcome here. We will set you up with some fake ID's and one of our safe houses. Give you a little money and fake credits cards to make it a few months then your on your own.” He turns to walk away but turns back, “pray I never see you again, because no one get away with hurting the woman I love.”

Dean is carrying you out of the infirmary when you see the girls walking out with their bags. They all glare at you but Dean just giggles and continues on. The next few weeks are hard. Nightmares every night, plus quitting drinking cold turkey is affecting you. You are trying to eat more but since you are dealing with the withdrawal you are shaking and have no appetite. You are throwing up even if you don't eat and you have had several hallucinations of the man who attacked you that left you screaming in the corner of your room. The boys stayed by your side the whole time and you eventually got better. You started gaining weight again and got stronger. Dean helped you through the nightmares and you grew closer to him everyday. You still had Micheal to deal with, and all the other monsters out there, but you had each other. You knew that you would be able to handle anything else life threw at you.

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tgr489 · 5 years

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Happy birthday, to me...

Friday last week was the big day and to celebrate I tried to, and managed, to cram a lot in. Gotta make the most of the longest day of the year, well in the northern hemisphere anyway.

The last couple of years has seen me waking up with the sun and Friday was no exception. I lay in bed without moving, thinking of what has been and what’s to come, that kinda cross roads again. I didn’t dwell on it so got into the day. Showered and a with a coffee to go I was heading out the door. It was 7.45. Plenty of time for a casual walk up broadway in the morning sun to 28th for breakfast with an uncle. Not really an uncle by blood, more friend of the family, he and my dad were partners in a couple of ventures, but I’ve known him forever and he’s looked out for me a little over the last few years.

Our meeting spot was NoMad, a nice place. He was already there when I arrived, immaculately dressed in a dark blue suit, reading the paper. I’d love to know what drives some older people to always wear suits when they’re well into their older years. I think I’d live in a dressing gown if I was as old as him, and I do think it’s a good thing that he’s not succumbed to wearing a shell suit, like so many other octogenarians. I actually have no idea his age, but he’s been old for as long as I can remember so I guess he must be in his eighties.

His face lit up as I came to the table, his big smile so infectious, and he rose and gave me a big hug, wishing me happy birthday in the process. I’ve not seen him in a little over a year but we’ve conversed over WhatsApp on and off in that time. He remarked how much I was looking more like my mother and that I’d lost weight but looked good for it. I don’t think I have, but I don’t take much notice of that kinda thing. He ordered for both of us without looking at the menu and he set about grilling me on what I’d been up to and how was a settling back into life.

He’s an easy guy to talk to and in no way judgemental, so it wasn’t difficult to retell the recent history. ‘You certainly keep it interesting’ was his critical comment when I finished. ‘I can tell you still love her. Are you prepared to take on her baggage?’ He was right. I tell myself I’m over her but my tales tell otherwise. I told him I didn’t know. He said that meant no. ‘You’ll work that out in time, but don’t beat yourself up about it, if you come to the same conclusion as me. Falling in love with someone already saddled with a kid is tricky and hard work which can be unfruitful. Look at what your mother went through.’ Were his last words in the topic. I asked him why he’d never had kids and he mulled it over while finishing his juice. ‘Too selfish... but that’s not a bad thing. You may see that one day.’ There was more to the convo on our plans for the summer and stuff. He invited me to go up and visit him at his summer place, if I had time, which I don’t know yet, but he said that the offer was there. He paid and we walked out together, his driver pulling up as we came out of the building. I declined his offer of a lift so we hugged and went about out days.

My day continued with calls to various people finalising plans for Jason’s party, which I did walking back downtown, and then shopping for an outfit for said party, plus it’s my birthday so a treat for myself. I didn’t go crazy, a pair of jeans (Edwin), a tee (Supreme) and some sneakers (Reebok Fury reissues). In my way back home to dump all my purchases I had a funny encounter. I was walking past the Bowery and this cute girl was coming out and walking towards me and as she passed I turned to check her out, and got busted as she did the same. She paused and gestured to me so I walked back to her to see where it would go. She asked if we knew each other, but I said I didn’t think so. She asked if worked in music, to which I also said no, but I know a lot of people in the industry. I fessed up to having just been checking her out, no sense in lying, and she blushed a little and said she’d done the same. I seized on that and asked what she was doing later. She was busy all day and had a work thing that evening, talent spotting at a gig, but would be free afterwards. I said maybe but I had birthday drinks planned, which was welcome to join. She countered with a maybe, then went into her handbag and fished out a business card. ‘Call me later’ she said, turned and walked off. I watched her go, she was cute, I knew I would call.

I dumped my purchases and went to meet Nic for lunch. Nothing extravagant and the time was taken up by general chit chat and checking we were on point with party plans, which we are. The rest of my afternoon I caught up with Sevvy, who manages a gallery I like, over a bottle of fizz. I’ve bought a few pieces from him, which haven’t been too expensive and he gives me discount on occasion. One day he’ll take me for something big. He’s a charmer that guy.

With a line to see me off I stepped out into the early evening crowds and headed to east village for my birthday drinks. Those that work close were already there, others arrived later. I took a moment between drinks to give Sara, the cute girl I bumped into, a call. I had a feeling she wouldn’t pick up because if the unknown number and thankfully she didn’t, so I left a message telling her where I was. If she came it would be cool, if not, no probs. People left, people came, and people left again. No one seemed up for a biggie so I was gonna call it a night, feeling a little dejected. I bought another round of drinks for those remaining then realised I had a message from the girl. She couldn’t make it but had put me on her guest list at the Cutting Room if I wanted to go to her. So I did and it was unexpected fun.

The acts weren’t all that but my host certainly was. She was very quirky with her hair in bunches all over her head, and she could certainly drink and was out pacing me 3-2. It got to the point where I’d had enough, so passed up on her last offer of a round. I really fancied food to soak up the liquid, and offered places nearby we could go. She said ‘Nah’ to everything but suggested food at her hotel which was healthy. We left, but as soon as we hit the street I realised how hammered I was, and knew with pretty fine accuracy that anything that may be on the cards would not be as rewarding as if I were more sober. So over a casual stroll in the early morning I eluded to plans for the next day and needing sleep. When we got to her hotel she was blunt and asked me to her room, so I returned the favour and told her I really wanted to, but drunk guys don’t make good rides. She laughed and said I obviously have prior experience. I do. She gave me a big birthday kiss to say goodbye, which almost had me change my decision, but I didn’t, so I walked home. She is in town until Monday and gets to town every few weeks so I told her I’d try see her before she left or definitely when she was in town next.

I got home sonf the clock of doom was telling me 4.30. Had it really taken that long to walk home.I was sobered up enough to make food, but only toast, anything else was far too complex. I grabbed an ice cold glass of water and headed to my room and found Nic on my bed asleep in all her clothes, I guessed she’d ended her night in a worse state than me. My ears were ringing and I could see my brunch plans falling to pieces as the time calculations weren’t going in my favour. I grabbed some Ibo from the bathroom, took 2 and put the pack by on Nic’s side of the bed with my glass of water. She’d probably need it. I went to sleep comforted having someone next to me, hearing the steady breathing, wondering what dreams were downloading in a bid to decipher the experiences of the day. I thought of my own, and then mentally kicked myself for not going to the hotel room. I sent her a thank you message and wishing her good night, along with a promise to make it. Too soon, maybe but it was fresh in my head so why not. If nothing comes of it at least I’d not been a rude dick.

It was lovely to wake, listening to the sounds of a prayer being offered of the great white god. I was right Nic was bad, me too, but I knew I’d get through mine with a bit more sleep and lots of liquids when I got up. I got woken again later, this time by a nice cuddle, a thank you for medicine, an apology for not meeting me and a nice peace offering of coffee, pastries and water. Nic had got caught up on the rollercoaster of work drinks, I’m sure most, if not everyone has been in that situation, so I said no worries. It was fine, it was just a Friday night after all. I let her tell me about the events while I savoured the coffee. I know so few of the plethora of people she hangs out with a lot of what she tells me is meaningless. A day will come when I meet one of those in her stories and some of what she’s told me will sink into place. She asked me about my day and night, made me show her the gear I’d bought, chastised me for turning a girl down, again, for a girl who was clearly needing some lovin’ and then said we shout make some lunch. I agreed we needed food and probably juice so we agreed to meet in the kitchen and went for showers. It felt better after that. She beat me to the fridge and already had out what we were gonna have, fresh fruit with yoghurt topped with cage mix. No juice but hey ho I was hungry.

It was so past 2 so my plans for brunch had been missed by some distance, so I thought to drop a msg to apologise. Phone was dead so plugged it in, then message after message pinged in… When I heard the first ping I thought of Sara, but when I picked the phone up I saw that all 9 were from Jason it all went out the window. What was his beef. All the messages were just missed call alerts with the exception of his last one which gave nothing away and simply said ‘call me’. Why don’t people just send a message telling what the problem is, the intrigue is a killer. I called, he didn’t answer, I messaged ‘Called u, call me’ and ate lunch. He called back having an eppy. The caterers had delivered loads of stuff to his house and were refusing to believe the party was the following week. This was a nightmare because I’d obviously fucked up somewhere. I tried to call them but there was no answer, WTF! Mailed the guy to tell him what was happening then went back through all my mails with him to see where it had gone wrong, but I found nothing. I called again and still no answer so I resigned myself to going to Brooklyn and called Jace to tell him I was on my way. Fuck. I could done without it.

I told Nic and went to sort my shit out. I heard her leave as I was running through how this could’ve messed up. All would be clear soon enough. It took me while to get to Jason’s, but I made it in tact. All paperwork was correct and the dudes weren’t going anywhere before the balance of the bill was settled in cash. It was difficult to argue with them but I did and kept trying to call their office, but no one was picking up, it was insane! Jace suggested just paying them as he had the money and working it out in the week, which I came round to so went in to the house... to find a house full of people and a surprise party for me. Fuckers! The relief of no problem to sort was an amazing feeling, even better once I’d had a drink.

A sedate afternoon gradually turned into a messy night as the tunes got progressively harder and the goodies came out to play. I like going to parties where I know lots of people because there’s always a back up if those you don’t know are boring. And when the party’s yours you know most, so it’s all about networking and making sure you get to talk to everyone that made the effort. For me this is a mini adrenaline rush, and I never really feel the full effects of alcohol or anything else I’m on, until the end. By 5am-ish there was only really a handful of people left. The guy who was dj-ing offered a ride home, as he was gonna be passing near mine, but I declined and said I’d walk. I needed the drugs our if my system and that would help. Nic looked pissed at me for it, but didn’t complain. I thanked Jason, we all hugged, said our goodbyes, then Nic and I walked out into the start of a warm sunny day.

The realisation of the walking mistake hit me before we’d walked 20mins, but I was too stubborn to say, and by the time we were on the bridge I was over it. We stopped on the bridge and took in the view, always quite spectacular, and whilst I wanted to say something, the words never came. I grabbed Nics hand and made to go, but she didn’t budge and just gestured back at the view with a nod of the head. ‘OK’ I said and stood next to her again. She cuddled into me, saying nothing, as we stared again at the river. I knew Nic was at the end of her energy, she stops talking, which is the give away. I wondered if she’d just collapse on me and whether I’d be able to get her home. This has happened before. ‘We need a smoke and bed’ I said. She squeezed my hand and made us walk. We made it the rest of the way without a taxi, me slowly speaking less and less, her not at all. That great sense of relief washed over me as we walked in the door, slightly embarrassed as we passed one of neighbours in the stairwell, but I didn’t care.

I made some tea and a banger and we sat and had both on the fire escape outside Nic’s window. When both were finished it was bedtime, so we climbed back into her room. I went to leave but she asked me to stay with her. It was nice, I wanted the company too so I said OK. I made a teeth brush handle signal and went to mine. When I came back she was asleep in bed. I climbed in beside her and drifted off giving her a cuddle.

Sweet Dreams

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madelainesvixens · 5 years

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CALL IT WHAT YOU WANT: CHAPTER SIX | ME AND MY BROKEN ARM

Saturday, October, 10th

4:21

Turned out it was indeed broken.

Or, at least, that's what Dr. Richard said. He used to patch up soldiers in the military but lost a foot during an explosion and was forced to retire. Now, patch up people who can't afford hospital fees in an old basement on Southside.

Dr. Richard casted FP's arm without asking questions. With Serpents frequently coming in with gun/knife wounds, the old man knew better than to ask. The less he knew, the safer he was.

Once they were done with the cast, Alice walked FP home, saying she had left her bag there. Truth was, she didn't brought her bag tonight; she simply wanted to make sure his dad wouldn't aim at him again.

FP couldn't help but feel like an infant as Alice helped him undress - it was a struggle with his cast. His arm would hurt every time he'd try to move it. How was he supposed to take off his jeans and tee shirt with one arm without moving his right arm? It was impossible without someone's help.

''If I can't undress by myself, how am I going to have sex with this damn cast?'' the teenager asked as Alice pulled his tee shirt over his head.

She snorted. ''Tell your big dick not to worry. The swelling will go down and the painkillers will kick in. You'll be fine.''

''The painkillers?''

Dr. Richard wanted to sell them for fifty bucks but FP's wallet was dry...so they didn't get them. That's what he thought.

Alice pulled out the bottle from her leather jacket's pocket and wiggled them in front of FP's eyes.

''Did you steal them?'' he asked, popping open the painkillers's cap and swallowing two pills dry.

''No, Dr. Richard keeps his good shit locked up. He has like, five padlocks on his cupboard.''

''Wow. That...intense.''

They moved to the jeans and FP undid his belt, working on the button and zipper. ''How did you get them, then? Please tell me you didn't pay-''

''You're a good fuck, Jones, but, I wouldn't spend fifty bucks on you. I just showed him my boobs and he let me the bottle.''

''You did what?! That man's a fucking perv.''

''You didn't have anything to pay, I wasn't going to let you in pain.''

She helped him out of his jeans and FP pulled her onto his lap before kissing her. ''I'm the one you should be showing your boobs to.'' He dipped his head and bit at the part of her breast that was peaking out from her bra.

The blonde laughed and swatted his good arm. ''Stop it, you're gonna pierce my shirt.''

FP snickered. ''I'm not a fucking shark.''

''I know. I wouldn't let you go down on me if you were.''

A smug grin spread on the boy's lips. ''You love when I do that, don't you?''

She hummed, closing the gap between their lips, tongue sliding in. FP's hand snaked under her shirt and she pulled back. ''I should get going. It's almost four-thirty.'' Standing from the Bulldog's lap, she straightened her clothes and headed toward the door. ''Night, Jones.''

16:09

When FP woke up, he quickly realized the painkillers had stopped working their magic. He groaned, rolling over and grabbed the bottle of medicine from his nightstand, taking two. Checking the time on his alarm, FP almost couldn't believe he it was ten past four. He had never slept in this late before. Maybe it was the painkillers's fault?

The stillness of the house told FP that his dad hadn't returned from work. He let out a breath, relieved. After last night, the teenager didn't feel like sharing a room with his old man. He fucking broke his arm, it wasn't some little bruise he could cover. People would ask questions at school. Around town. At work. Can he even work with his cast?

''How am gonna explain this to everyone, Ali?'' FP asked as they were taking the turn on Elm Street. He raised his cast. ''I can't tell them what happened.''

Alice pursed her lips. ''You have time to figure it out...or I can push you down the stairs.''

Standing from his bed, FP made his way to the bathroom to shower. He took one after the game but with everything that happened last night, FP doubted he was still smelling fresh. Like always, the water was on the colder side - thanks to his dad for not replacing the water heater. To add to his unpleasing shower, he had to put a plastic bag around his cast to keep it from getting wet - very trendy if you ask him.

The doorbell rang mid-shower but FP ignored it. At this hour, it's probably an Avon ambassadors or hawkers.

To his annoyance, the sound persisted and the teenager quickly rinsed off, wrapping a towel around his waist. He went downstairs and opened the door, leaving a trail of water behind him. A tall man with slicked back salt-pepper hair, a matching beard and a heavy, worn in leather jacket stood of their doorstep.

''Is Forsythe here?'' the man asked, skipping presentations and greetings.

''Who's asking?''

''A...friend.''

FP pursed his lips, judging the man.

Beside his work buddies, his dad didn't have many friends and FP was pretty sure he had never seen this man before. Who was this man and why was he trying to pass for father's pseudo friend?

''Do you know what time he'll be back?'' the man pressed.

''Erm, no,'' FP lied, having a bad feeling.

Jaw clenching, the man cursed. ''You're Forsythe's son, aren't you?'' He raised an eyebrow at FP, seeing a resemblance with his dad. ''Tell your old man he better bring us the money soon or else he won't be walking on his two legs,'' he threatened before turning around, leaving the Jones's property, giving FP a full view of the patch on the back of his jacket. A beige skull with a red ring around it and one word at the bottom of the design: Ghoulies.

18:45

Forsythe came home half an hour after the man left. He didn't stay long though. He changed out of his work uniform and headed back out for the night - probably to some bar. A part of FP wanted to confront his dad about the man who came this late afternoon, last night's fight came into his mind as he glanced down at his casted arm and he decided to ask another time. He already one invalid arm, he didn't want to risk another injury.

Taking advantage of the absence of his father, FP turned up the sound of his and put on one of his favorite cassette tape - thanks Fred for the birthday present. He laid on his back, only clothed of plaid boxers and an old band tee, letting Nirvana's Come as You Are fill his ears. The music was so loud he almost didn't hear the phone ringing downstairs. If the song hadn't ended and the caller hadn't persisted, he honestly would've never heard it.

FP paused his music and headed to the kitchen, picking up the device from its receptor. ''Hello?''

''Hey, FP, it's Gladys. My dad is letting me borrow his car for the night, wanna go to the drive-in with me? There's a special showing of Dirty Dancing.''

FP scoffed. Dirty Dancing? Not really his genre... ''Why would I go see Dirty Dancing?''

''There's some steamy scenes in it...and we don't have to actually watch the movie,'' she said suggestively.

Although a good fuck would've helped him releave some tension, FP couldn't say yes to Gladys. He would have to explained how he got his arm in a cast and, honestly, he wasn't feeling up for that. He also didn't want her to scribble pink hearts all over it with a marker.

His left hand and crumpled magazines will have to do for tonight.

''Tempting. But, I'll have to pass.''

''Since when do you pass on a good fuck?'' There was a short pause and Gladys blurted out a new offer, afraid FP would hang up. ''I'll suck your dick. I know you love my lips around you.''

''Another time.'' FP laughed, shaking his head. ''Bye, Gladys.''

21:03

Around nine, FP's stomach felt funny and he realized he had been popping painkillers all day on an empty stomach. Very bright. Knowing better than checking in the fridge - he knew it was empty -, he put on a thick flannel over his tee shirt and a pair of ripped jeans and headed to Pop's.

The diner was empty when he walked in.

''You know it's your day off, kid?'' Pop said from behind the counter as he saw FP walking in.

''Can't I crave a good burger on my day off?''

Pop smiled. ''Sure can.''

The elder man went to the kitchen and got started with FP's order. Two cheeseburgers, on large fry and a chocolate milkshake. Once everything was ready, he returned to the front and set the teenager's order on the counter.

''What happened to your face?'' Pop asked as he put FP's burgers down, catching sight of the cut on his forehead.

''Partied too hard last night. Fell on the way home,'' FP explained, lying through his teeth and lifting his cast.

Pop hummed. ''You should go lighter on the beer, next time,'' he suggested with no judgement. ''Still able to come in tomorrow?''

''I guess so.'' FP took a large bite of his burger, calming down his stomach.

''I've seen a blind man flipping burgers. You sure can take orders and clean tables with one hand.''

Two girls walked in, taking a seat at one of the booths. Pop went over to take their orders, telling FP he'll be back shortly.

''A brunette with brown eyes passed and asked for you earlier tonight.''

Gladys, FP guessed. She must've passed to see if he was working before calling.

''Is she your girlfriend?''

FP snorted. ''No, Pop.''

The man hummed. ''Why not? She seemed nice. And beautiful too.''

''We're just fooling around. Nothing serious.'' He'll admit, Gladys was a beautiful girl but, FP couldn't see himself dating Gladys. She was a bit too eager for his taste. ''Since where are you interested in my love life?''

''I've known you since you were barely two foot, FP. I've seen you grow up and become the handsome man you are today. I'm just surprised that the Bulldogs's MVP isn't already taken.''

Just as Pop finished his sentence, the bell dinged and Alice walked in, looking dashing as always in her ripped denim and leather jacket.

''Rumor has it, FP Jones has some erectile trouble.''

FP turned, a frown on his face. ''What the fu-?'' His eyes softened, catching sight of her. She had a grin on her lips, knowing very well it wasn't true.

''I was at the drive-in with friends and I heard a group of girls saying Riverdale High's BMOC had problems below the belt. Is that true, Jonesy?'' She raised an eyebrow and took a seat beside FP, stealing a fry from his plate.

He flashed her a smug smile, holding her gaze. ''You're best placed to know, don't you think, Alice?''

''You came here to drown your sexual frustration in burgers?''

''Pop's burgers are the best, can't you blame me? Oh, that's right, you haven't tasted them yet.''

She rolled her eyes, stealing another fry.

''Did he mention today's his day off?'' Pop informed her, butting in from behind the counter.

FP narrowed his eyes at his boss.

''It's your day off?'' She gave him a judgmental look. ''Who in their right mind go to their work place during their day off?''

''Yeah, yeah. Laugh all you want. These are still fucking delicious.'' He took a large bite of his burger and exaggeratingly moaned at the taste.

21:51

Secluded in FP's bedroom, the raven haired boy pushed the material up Alice's torso until her breasts were exposed to his hungry eyes. He pressed a kiss right between her two breasts before moving his mouth to the side, closing over her nipple and Alice moaned. She arched her back as FP sucked gently, stopping for a brief second to switch and take her other nipple in his mouth.

Alice sat up, reluctantly pushing FP's mouth off her body. ''Let's play a game tonight, Jones.''

FP cocked an eyebrow, pushing that annoying piece of hair away from his face. ''A game?''

The blonde nodded, a mischievous look on her face. ''Since Dr. Richard said you had to rest, I thought...maybe I should be in control tonight. What do you say, FP?''

It wouldn't be the first time she'd take control. She had the ridden the stallion before and - wow - that girl was something. She knew what she was doing and wasn't the kind to get tired after two minutes, she was a strong one.

''I say it's a fucking brilliant idea.''

She rose from her spot and removed the rest of her clothing, laughing as FP was still in the process of removing his belt. He gave her the finger and she laughed even more, clearly amused.

Once he was ridden of all clothing pieces, FP sat comfortably against his pillows. ''Ma lady.'' FP took Alice's hand and pulled her over his lap, one leg on each side.

''Do you still have condoms?''

He nodded and reached to his bedside table, ripping the packet with his teeth. At least he knew how to do that with one hand.

Guiding Alice closer with his good arm, she closed the gap between their bodies, pressing her lips to his. Her hands moved to the side of his head, fingers lost in his dark tresses as FP's dick brushed her entrance. He groaned at the contact, jerking his hips up to meet her but she fled his touch, an amused grin on her lips.

While it was fun to tease FP, she too was horny for the good dick so she reached back, holding FP's erection and sunk down without warning, feeling his fingers curl on her waist, digging into her skin as he disappeared inside her.

"Fuck, Ali," he muttered under his breath, feeling her tight walls around him.

She rose up on her knees and sunk down again as FP licked into her mouth and met her every moves. At that, she let out a small noise that he wanted to hear for the rest of his life...so he did it again.

Sunday, October 16th

6:53

When FP arrived at Pop's on Sunday, he was surprised to see Pop alone behind the counter.

''Morning, Pop. Where's Fred?'' he asked his boss.

''At home.'' FP pulled his eyebrows together. ''He called saying his father had been admitted to the hospital during the night.''

''Mr. Andrews? How come? I've seen him no later than Friday at the game. He was looking in great shape.''

Pop shrugged. ''Fred didn't say a lot. He sounded pretty shaken up. You should give him a call. He'll need the support from his best friend.''

FP nodded, taking note. ''Will do.''

19:30

After his shift, FP headed straight to Fred's. If he's not home, he'll go to the hospital.

FP pushed the doorbell and a few seconds later, the door opened, revealing a tired looking Fred. Without saying anything, Fred stepped away from the door and FP followed him inside. They sat in the kitchen, Fred at the head and FP to his left.

''I heard from Pop about your dad.'' FP paused, seeing his friend stiffening. ''How is he?''

''He's stable. The doctors was sketchy, though. I think they're holding something from me.''

That can't be good, FP reasonned but said nothing. He was there to show his friend support, not make him worry and feel worse.

''What happened?''

''Heart attack,'' Fred replied. ''I-I found him on the floor when I got home from the party. I shouldn't have gone-'' Fred put his head into his hands.

''Hey, it's not your fault. You couldn't have know, Freddie.''

''The doctor said if I had found him five minutes later he would-''

''Stop. Your dad's alive. That's all that matters.'' Fred rubbed his eyes, nodding. ''Whatever happens, he'll get through it. Your dad's a strong one.''

Fred nodded and FP pulled him in a bro hug.

''I'm scared for him. I...I can't lose my dad, FP.''

Monday, October 12th

10:10

In English, Hermione took Fred's seat and sat beside FP.

''I saw you.''

FP glanced at her, eyebrows pulled together.

''With that Southside hoe at Mantle's party,'' she continued, scribbling down on her worksheet, making it look as if they were discussing about the lesson. ''Lowering your standards, I see. Let me guess, did all the hot girls saw through your player game and ditched you for your teammates? Next thing, you'll be hitting on Penelope Blossom.''

The raven haired boy snorted. ''As if,'' he said, chewing one his gum.

''Maybe that's not such a good idea, after all. I heard tiny dicks gets caught between brace archwires.''

''Thinking about my dick, uh?'' FP called back with a smirk.

She wrinkled her nose. ''Ew, gross.''

''What exactly is going down with you and Alice?''

''Nothing serious. We're just messing around.''

''Does messing around include a pain kink or? Last time I saw you, your arm was fine and that was before you left with that blonde psycho.''

''Shut up, Hermione. You don't know shit,'' FP replied through gritted teeth, defensive. ''I was drunk and fell on the way home.''

She laughed, shaking her head. ''Disreputable. At least Hiram can hold his alcohol.''

Why was she bringing Hiram into this? Wasn't she into Fred at the party?

FP scoffed. ''Such an admirable Romeo.''

The sarcasm in his voice made Hermione narrow her eyes at him behind her glasses.

''Laugh all you want, Forsythe. One day, I'll be on the edge of glory with Hiram and you'll be at the rock bottom, scrubbing toilets in one of our properties all because you got downgraded from the football team in high school. Why was it again? Being caught pants down on school grounds?''

''Fuck off.''

NEXT CHAPTER (COMING SOON)

#falice #fp jones #Alice Cooper #alice smith #fp jones and alice cooper #fp jones x alice cooper #young!falice #call it what you want

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straykidsramblings · 6 years

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thirty-one days. [day one]

Pairing: Frat Boy!Jungkook x Fem!Reader [college! au]

Genre: fluff

Word Count: ~2.5K

Summary: An exhausted college introvert who wants nothing more than to be left alone, [name] gives Jungkook thirty-one days to prove to her that they should be friends. Jungkook has other plans on his mind: to make her fall for him in thirty-one days.

Author’s note: I usually write in the feminine third person, but feel free to change it to however you wish. I’ll keep reader anatomy mentions to a minimum if any at all.

[0] [1] [2]

january 15.

[name]’s hands worked through her hair, rubbing the towel along her scalp to dry the [favorite shampoo]-scented hair. The sweatshirt she specifically bought one size too large, smothered her in a warmth that she adored. A quick workout followed by a soothing shower was the perfect way to start her morning... except for the fact that it was 7:30 in the morning and she couldn’t exactly get much sleep due to the gnawing reminder that Jeon Jungkook was sleeping right next door.

As stubborn as they come, [name] had refused to listen to her best friends, Jimin and Taehyung. About many things, really, but two were plaguing her current mental state.

A) Jimin warned her to not take an 8 a.m. class, but did she listen? No. Did she heed the advice of the older student, Yoongi? No. Did she learn from laughing at Taehyung as he made the same mistake last semester? Apparently not. Apparently, [name] [last name] was just as dumb as she was stubborn and, because of this, she doomed herself to an 8 a.m. class every Tuesday morning with one of the worst teachers her university had to offer.

B) Jeon Jungkook. Though the words hadn’t been said the night before (after all, you can’t just gossip about someone while they’re standing right in front of you), her best friends’ expressions should have been enough for her. Upon first meeting Jungkook, [name] was absolutely taken with his cute gentleman act. As it turns out, that’s all it was: an act.

With a sigh, [name] reached for her phone to read the texts from her best friends from last night again.

ChimChim: don’t say we didn’t try to warn u

Tae: yeah!! but u were so uwu about him tht we couldn’t ruin ur blissful ignorance

[name]: i hate u both

[name]: ok but other than the fact tht he’s a typical frat boi...

ChimChim: he keeps a list of all the girls he’s “conquered”

[name]: ...as in dated? or...

ChimChim: I leave that up to ur discretion

[name]: lovely. 🙄

Tae: u didn’t actually like him... did u?

[name]: I just met him last night. I don’t think that’s enough time to determine whether or not I like him.

[name]: point is i’m just not gonna get involved w him. not worth the mental or emotional exhaustion.

ChimChim: probs a wise decision.

ChimChim: but if he EVER tries anything with you TELL US.

[name]: Chim, what are u gonna be able to do? Ur the size of a squirrel esp compared to JK.

Tae: I can take him!!

[name]: Tae you had to call me over to your house to kill a bug go build a gingerbread house or somethin

[name]: as much as i love you guys i need to wake up early tmrw so good night <3

Jimin: you stubborn ass 😑😑

[name]’s [eye color] eyes glanced from her phone to the red hoodie that Jungkook had lent her the night before. A groan escaped her lips as she reminisced how close he was to her yesterday, helping her zip up the jacket. Feeling her heart flutter, she lightly slapped her chest.

“No, you stop that!” the young woman hissed at herself.

An alarm on her phone warned her that her class was approaching. Turning off the alarm, she slipped into a pair of jeans and white Converse. In full honesty, she kept the sweatshirt on to keep her warm... and because she was too lazy to change. She grabbed a winter jacket and her backpack, full of supplies and books, and stepped out of her front door.

“Morning.”

The voice that greeted her was definitely not the one she wanted to hear. Turning to her left, she caught the mysterious brown eyes of Jeon Jungkook. Muttering a soft “good morning,” [name] turned to lock her door before setting off to her 8 a.m. class. To her chagrin, Jungkook seemed insistent on having a conversation.

“Where are you off to so early in the morning?” Jungkook asked, taking long strides effortlessly to keep up with the girl who had gotten a headstart.

“To a class,” was the curt response. She kept her eyes trained on the hallway ahead of her.

Although she was fully expecting to have to open the door to the stairwell by herself, Jungkook had beaten her to it. Manners won over her thoughts as she thanked him.

“Would that class happen to be an 8 a.m. class with Mr. Brinkerhoff?” Jungkook purred as the two began their three-floored descent.

Oh, no. Please, no.

[name] cleared her throat in an attempt to silence her thoughts. “If it is?”

With a cheeky smile, Jungkook’s eyes lit up with mischief as if he knew exactly what she was thinking.

“Then, I suppose we really should get used to seeing each other. Every Tuesday morning, bright and early!”

The night before, [name] might have mistaken his smile for innocence, but now, all she saw were the eyes of a predator who was excited to play with his food. [name] made every attempt to stop the disgust and annoyance from showing on her face, but that must have failed.

Jungkook snickered. “Not exactly something you’re looking forward to, I’m assuming?”

[name] made numerous starts to explain herself as the two exited their apartment complex. Biting her bottom lip, [name] found herself at a loss for words.

Finally, she said, “I doubt anyone is looking forward to an 8 a.m. class from Brinks.”

Jungkook hummed in response, knowing fully well that she was lying. “Was it something I said last night?”

[name] rolled her eyes to give him a disapproving look. Jungkook pursed his lips as he pretended to be in thought.

“Or was it the rumors that still seem to be circulating?” Jungkook guessed again.

“Okay, look, maybe I’m just really busy and am definitely not a morning person, and I’m just not looking forward to an 8 a.m. class every Tuesday,” [name] snapped, accelerating her pace slightly.

Jungkook easily matched it. Curse him and his long, stupid legs. “Okay, so definitely the rumors.”

Turning right at an intersection, they continued their leisure stroll to the building for [major] studies. From where she was, [name] could see the top of the building. Their campus was a fairly large size, bordered by a small, quiet town. Classes were about fifteen minutes from her apartment which, for Tuesdays at least, meant fifteen minutes of walking with Jeon Jungkook. Trees grew tall and created shade for students to enjoy on warmer days with picnic blankets or hammocks. In the winter, the lake froze over, and students would, albeit against the rules, ice skate or walk across it (of course, they tested the density first).

[name] turned her head to shoot him a glare. “I never said that.”

Jungkook clicked his tongue. “Ah, but you did. Indirectly, of course. Your reaction said it all.” He took the time to speed up ahead of her just so he could walk backward and watch her face while they walked to the building that was too far away at this point. “You’re really easy to read, you know?”

[name] pouted. “I am not,” she said softly, eyes glancing towards the ground or the sky, or just anywhere that wasn’t his eyes.

“Right now,” Jungkook mused, “you’re thinking that that building could not be any farther away.” That mischievous, arrogant smile returned to his face which only made her want to slap it away.

“Because I’m really lazy and I don’t like walking,” [name] insisted. Her grip on her backpack strip tightened with every half-truth that came out of her mouth.

And Jungkook was buying none of it. “You’re just dying to get away from me. Wow, what nasty rumors are swimming around, I wonder?”

He finally turned his attention to the sky as he probably started imagining what rumors could possibly be circulating that would make [name] feel this uncomfortable around him. And who told her.

Every second that passed, [name] could feel her pace quicken. Brisk steps brought her closer to the building that was soon becoming her safe haven. At this point, she couldn’t decide which was worse: an 8 a.m. class with Brinks, or being alone with Jungkook. Either way, she definitely did not want to be alone.

"Listen--"

At the sound of her voice, Jungkook's complete attention was on the girl who suddenly felt insecure about not drying her hair completely before she left, the girl who was still wearing the sweatshirt she wore to bed.

"I’m-I'm sorry, can you just walk normally?" [name] growled, growing annoyed with the fact that he stared at her with that fake doe-eyed look. Jungkook complied without a complaint, falling in step with her pace once more. [name] sighed. She might as well tell him the truth, leaving out the fact that Jimin and Taehyung were the ones to tell her, of course. "Yes, okay, I am a little bit uncomfortable around you. Yes, I did hear a bad rumor about you." Before he could speak, she cut him off. "Yes, I know not to trust rumors before just talking to the person, but it made sense with your status of frat boy..."

Jungkook waited patiently to see if she had anything else to say. He seemed amused at the very least, but unlike [name], he wasn't as easy to read.

"And then, there's the fact that you are part of a fraternity, and I just don't really socialize with those kinds of people. Or any kind of people, really, but that's not the issue here." Another sigh escaped her lips. Sighs seemed to accompany Tuesdays. "I just don't really know if I even have time to be in a relationship.”

At this, Jungkook finally reacted. In the worst way too. He laughed.

[name] eyed him suspiciously. "I'm sorry, was there something funny in what I just said?"

Jungkook shook his head as if to say no, but his laughter shook his whole body. The few other students roaming around turned to see who was the source of such a loud sound at 8 a.m.

"No, no, I'm sorry. It's just, uh, I never said I wanted to start something with you," Jungkook answered, swallowing any remaining laughter as best as he could.

The heat ran to [name]'s cheeks as realization overcame her. She wanted to find a hole and just hid in it. Maybe the lake was warm enough to crack open beneath her feet. If she asked politely, maybe the ground would just split beneath her. All she wanted right now was to not be with Jeon Jungkook, especially not on the way to an 8 a.m. class with Brinks on a Tuesday morning.

The two continued to walk in silence until they finally reached the building, [name] attempting to ignore Jungkook the rest of the way. When they arrived, [name] made it a point to get to the door before Jungkook could open it for her. They took the flight of stairs to the second floor to find the classroom where Brinks would be teaching. Finding freedom in the fact that other people were even here, [name] took a seat at one of the middle tables, where she could see the board, but not be called out for doodling a little. For some bizarre reason, Jungkook found it absolutely necessary to take the seat next to her.

"I'm sorry," were the first words that came out of his mouth. Good thing, too. "I shouldn't have laughed. That was immature of me."

"You think?" [name] spat, still bitter about the humiliation she just suffered.

"Ouch," Jungkook chuckled softly, clutching his chest playfully. "I'm sorry if I came off that way. I'd really like us to be friends if that's okay."

"I don't know," [name] pondered aloud. It was her turn to be a bit immature. "Should I be friends with a guy who has a list of all the girls he's banged? Gee, I wonder."

"Ah, so that was the rumor," Jungkook murmured under his breath. "That's not true, just so you know."

For the first time since he laughed at her face, [name] looked at Jungkook. Still as beautiful, a bit less egotistical.

Jungkook held up his hands in surrender. "Hey, you said it yourself. Better to hear from the source, right?"

"How do I know you're not lying?"

"Wow, tough crowd, eh? Guess I deserve it," Jungkook speculated. "You probably can't. But you can also choose to trust me when I say I do not have a list of all the girls that I've banged."

[name] said nothing, but started to unpack her notebook and pencil case to take notes. Jungkook waited until she was done, bouncing casually in his seat as if a song from his childhood was stuck in his head. When Mr. Brinkerhoff walked into the classroom at 8:01 a.m. to start his 8:00 a.m. class, Jungkook found himself a bit more anxious to get a reaction out of the girl.

"Let me prove it to you," Jungkook suggested in a hushed tone.

"Prove what to me?"

"That I'm actually a good person," Jungkook replied. "Give me some time to prove to you that we should be friends."

[name] turned it over in her mind. Judging from what she'd seen, she didn't really have any reason to not believe that Jungkook was a good person. After all, if she really did think he was a bad person, she could have easily just gotten up to change seats. Instead, she made a conscious decision to stay where she was, and a part of her knew it wasn't just because she liked the seat. But the humiliation from minutes ago replayed in her mind, filling the capacity of her brain until it was all she could think about. She attempted to ignore the nostalgic heat rush to her cheeks.

"A month," [name] finally whispered. "I will give you thirty days to prove to me that we should be friends."

"Thirty-one days," Jungkook argued with a cheeky grin.

Mr. Brinkerhoff's eyes lingered on them as he continued his lesson. [name] waited until his eyes turned to another unfortunate student who was dozing off in the very back of the classroom.

"Fine, fine!" [name] exclaimed without the use of her vocal cords. "Thirty-one if one day makes that much of a difference to you."

Jungkook's eyes lit up with amusement and excitement, and [name] instantly knew that she would come to regret her decision. But at the moment, she was curious as to how on earth he was going to convince her and what on earth he was going to do.

[name] [last name] was just as dumb as she was stubborn and, because of this, she doomed herself to an 8 a.m. class every Tuesday morning with the one person she had wanted to avoid, Jeon Jungkook.

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Dangerous Animals || Tom Holland x Reader Mystery AU

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: In which you are an unsolved mystery enthusiast and when a murder happens in your own town, you don’t even know where to begin. It’s now up to you and your friends to uncover the truth.

Warnings: language probs, also mentions of death

A/N: welcome to the new & improved ch. 1 of “dangerous animals”

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You woke up that Friday morning much earlier than you were used to. Glancing back now, it feels almost like your body was warning you that something was coming, something unnatural for your city and for you all together. You should have paid more attention then, should have seen the signs before it all happened.

It was strange stirring in your bed at the time, only to hear the chirping birds outside your window as they greet the first burst of sunlight on the horizon instead of the quietness of the afternoon you usually hear. It was still fairly dim in your bedroom, and Tom — usually the early riser — wasn’t even up. You glanced over at the clock on your nightstand, noting the time of 6:03 a.m. that sits on its screen in red type. And while you want to go back to sleep, you know that you’re already up, and there’s no going back now.

So, you slid out of your bed, being careful not to wake up your boyfriend whose light snores were currently echoing around the room. He looked adorable, almost angelic, in between your white sheets. His hair is mussed and his face is void of any tension. It’s the last time you’ll see him this calm for a while.

You avoided that spot in your hardwood floor that usually creaks when someone approaches it, and slipped out of your bedroom. You decided to take a quick shower and once you saw a big red star marked on your calendar for the next day, you figured that a nice breakfast would help your boyfriend a lot.

You whipped together some French toast, eggs, and breakfast potatoes, all of which you knew Tom favored in the mornings. When you finally wrapped up, your bedroom door swung open again and Tom stepped out. He had a confused expression across his face, which quickly disappeared once he laid eyes on you.

“Morning darling,” he greeted, coming up to give you a quick peck on the lips. You smile and hand him a plate full of food. “You didn’t have to do this, you know.”

“I know,” you replied, “but I was up anyway and I figured you needed it. Is it the short film you helped out with coming up?”

He shook his head. “Nah, just a wedding video, but these are some fairly important clients that could lead to something bigger in the future. I told you that Harrison is filling in for me today?”

You nod your head. “He knows what time we start?”

“I gave him the full brief of how things work and he knows to call if he has any problems.”

You let out a long sigh. “It’s gonna be weird without you. First pod you’re not there for.” He frowned and gave your hand a comforting squeeze.

“I know, love, but it’ll be great.”

***

Some people were interested in Greek mythology, others in science. Growing up, you were always worried when you didn’t quite find your niche thing to be obsessed about. While all the other kids talked about their love of horses or in Pokémon, you always tucked yourself in the back corner and buried yourself in a Nancy Drew book.

Soon, Nancy Drew and Scooby Doo turned into an obsession with Psych, Criminal Minds and Law & Order: SVU. You remembered when you were younger, how you laid across your floor to listen to Nancy Grace figure out more about the Casey Anthony trial. You’d obsessively scroll through Washington Post, CNN, and other news outlets’ justice or crime section. It wasn’t until you were older that you realized true crime was your hobby, your niche.

So, you went to school and got a degree in journalism. And about halfway through your university career, you’d gone to a college party, gotten drunk, and started talking about the details of the Texas Killing Fields. Other people slowly floated away, becoming uninterested in the conversation and not understanding why you wanted to talk about something so horrific. Across the room, there was a girl who looked at you with pure excitement stretched across her face. She practically leaped over to you and said, “Tell me everything.”

About a year later, you and her became best friends. Her name was Zendaya Coleman, different than yours, but you were pretty sure she was a carbon copy of you otherwise. You’d watch Psych together, and then rewatch it over and over again once the series ended. Other times, you’d stay up late and watch documentaries about unsolved cases and general ones centered on the justice department.

One day, you had a broadcast journalism cast final you needed help with in terms of filming. You’d been recommended Tom in passing conversation for help, and soon, you met him for coffee and told him all the ideas you had. (At the time, you hadn’t noticed the sudden glimmer in his eye when he looked at you. It wouldn’t be for a few more months that you would.) When he came over to your house later that week, you finished the project together, with Zendaya co-anchoring, and celebrated its completion over wine.

When both you and Z went into your usual drunk talk about unsolved cases, Tom looked at the two of you with interest and then spit out, “Holy shit, have you guys ever thought of making this a podcast?”

And now, nearly three years later, a drunk idea led to success you never could dream about. It took you a while to actually kick off the podcast — two years after that fateful night. Now, a year into the whole gig, your podcast was consistently in the top 50 on the iTunes charts, and you had a whole fan base that always engaged with you on all social media.

You hosted it with Zendaya once a week. Episodes usually ranged for about an hour and a half, filled with your dialogue surrounding situations with serial killers or cults. Tom worked as the quiet producer, who always sat silently in the corner to make sure your microphones were consistently operating at the level they should be.

It was a nice way to live. You had a flexible schedule, and though you had plans for an upcoming tour, you could all stay in your respective homes within your quiet town.

When the knock came at your door that day, you took a quick peek through the peephole in your door, smiling when you saw your best friend on the other side. You swung the door open, immediately greeting her with a hug.

“Hey Z,” you greeted. You opened the door wider, noticing she had a bag in hand.

“I went to Cheesecake Factory earlier, and you know I hella brought cheesecake back,” she said. She plopped the bag on your table. You opened the bag, a smile coming to your face when you saw the slice of Oreo cheesecake she bought for you. You thanked her, shuffling around your drawers and cabinets for plates and cutlery. When you returned with the proper dishware, you noticed the off expression on your friend’s face. She was looking around thoughtfully, like something wasn’t quite sitting right with her.

“What’s up?” you asked, passing the plate over. She pulled out her own slice of cheesecake from the bag.

“I think this is the first time I’ve come to your home and Tom hasn’t been here,” she joked. “Even when we’re not recording, he’s almost always here.” You laughed at the observation.

“He actually chose to go to his home today. He’s got a big deadline coming up this weekend, and said I was ‘too distracting.’” You pulled out the air quotes at the end, and Zendaya rolled her eyes playfully.

“Boy needs to learn to keep his dick in his pants,” she teased, taking a bite out of her cheesecake. “But if Tom isn’t here, who’s gonna be the sound guy?” You bit your lip.

“Okay, so hear me out,” you said, raising up your hands already defensive. Zendaya deadpanned.

“Please tell me Tom didn’t hire Colton Lancaster,” she begged. You narrowed your eyes.

“What? No, ew.” She let out a sigh of relief. “Why would you even—“

“He’s the only other audio guy I know in town! His news podcast is a little bit boring content wise, but he’s got some nice audio going.” You giggled and shook your head.

“Nah, apparently, Harrison has audio experience.” Zendaya raised her eyebrows.

“Quiet one? Stutters when he does talk?” You laughed.

“He was only nervous because he thinks you’re cute! But yeah, him. Tom told me when they did theater together back in high school he was always the sound guy before he made his debut on the stage.”

“Oooh okay Harrison, I see you. When is he coming?” You checked your watch.

“He said he’s going to run a little bit late, but he should be here in about three more minutes.”

As if you summoned him yourself, the doorbell rang. You glanced at the door, then back at your friend, “Or maybe right now.”

You strode over to the door again, swinging it open and greeting the man of the hour. Harrison looked a little bit lost as he stepped into the foyer of your home. He had a backpack slung on his back and his hands were digging in his pockets.

“Hey Harrison,” Zendaya called out. “You like cheesecake?” Harrison blushed slightly.

“Uh, hey Zendaya. And uh, yeah, I do…” He looked back over at you, seeking some reassurance. You gave him a nod.

In truth, you still didn’t know Harrison that well, despite dating his roommate for a little over two years at this point and seeing him more than a handful of times. Yet, you still considered him a good friend, and Tom told you Harrison thought the same of you. Maybe you weren’t knowledgeable on the intimate details of his life, but you understood him and his quietness. And most of all, you respected each other.

“Zendaya bought some from Cheesecake Factory,” you explained, as you stepped into your main dining area.

“You can have the other half of my slice,” Zendaya offered. “I’m stuffed.”

“Oh, thanks,” Harrison replied. “I should probably start on getting you lot set up though.”

Zendaya waved it off and said, “No rush.” He shot you a look, silently asking for your permission.

“Yeah, c’mon Harrison, hang out with us for a bit. We’re just chatting.”

With that, he smiled, plopped in the chair next to Zendaya, and started eating the cheesecake she offered him.

“So, what’s the tea in your life, Harrison?” you asked.

He raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

“Anything exciting going on? New shows you’re involved in?” He shook his head.

“Just summer classes, lots of studying. I work at Soul Cycle, which is laid back.” He shrugged, then seemed to mull over something. “Though, we did have a couple arguing today in the shop. Don’t know about what, but it’s the most exciting thing to happen in there in a week.”

“That’s the trinket shop on the east side of town right?” Zendaya asked. Harrison nodded his head.

“Very small, but pays well.” Zendaya looked at you pointedly.

“We need to go there.”

You let out a short laugh. “Why?”

“They have crystals! With all the shit that we talk, we probably need to cleanse our energies,” Zendaya insisted. “Besides, we can see Haz.”

He blushed at the nickname and you tried to hold back a smile.

“It’s not a bad idea,” he murmured. Zendaya gave you an “I-told-you-so” look. “Really, I never used to believe in any of that. Always thought it was rubbish, but then Madame Auboin changed my life around.” He shrugged. “You never quite know what’ll happen to you. Best to take some preventative measures to make sure you’re keeping all of that out.”

And so finally, you agreed to go with Z and Harrison after enough convincing. Besides, everyone in town loved the owner, Diane Auboin.

After more conversation and eating, you finally went into your spare room that acted as your recording studio. Harrison sat at the computer, prepping everything up in the room, while you went over your unsolved crime again silently in your head and scrolled through the main talking points on your phone.

He gave you both the cue to start and you gave the introduction. “Welcome to ‘Anatomy of a Murder,’ where we dissect all the creepy shit serial killers pull so you don’t have to. Because let’s face it, it’s hard balancing work life with fighting off creeps.”

You were about halfway through the show when your phone started ringing loudly. Zendaya stopped mid-sentence and asked, “Did you forget to put your phone on Do Not Disturb?”

You shook your head. “Um, no, it’s Tom actually. He knows we’re recording, so he wouldn’t call unless something’s up.

Harrison pressed the stop recording button on the computer and you picked up the phone.

“Hey babe, you okay?” you asked, stepping out of the room.

“Oh, Y/N, thank God. You’re at home, right? Harrison and Zendaya are still with you?” he asked. There was traces of panic in his voice and you grew more concerned.

“Yeah… why? What’s going on?”

“Stay put, I’m on my way to your house right now. Don’t move, okay darling?”

“I won’t,” you promised, hanging up. You stepped back into the recording studio. “Tom just did the weirdest—”

But you stopped speaking when you saw their facial expressions. They were both staring in horror out of something on Zendaya’s phone. They both looked up at you and you saw Harrison visibly gulp.

“What’s up?” you inquired. Zendaya looked up at Harrison, then back at you, clearly at a complete loss at words.

Finally, she spoke, “They found a body out by Kinakee Lake. Well, two actually.”

She passed you the phone and you saw a photograph of police vans over by the lake on the outskirts of the city limits. The headline read, “Two found dead at Kinakee Lake,” and naturally, had Colton Lancaster’s byline.

You heard the door ring and swallowed, passing the phone back over. “That has to be Tom,” you said.

You usually check the peephole before you open the door, but in your pure panic and eagerness to see your boyfriend, you neglected to do so. So, you swung the door open again that day, shocked when you saw a man and a woman standing at your front door with police badges adorning their suits.

“Are you Y/N Y/L/N?” the female officer asked.

“Yes, that would be me,” you answered.

“You’re wanted at the police station for questioning over two bodies recently discovered at Kinakee Lake.”

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proxylynn · 6 years

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UNDERFELL: FILE NAME NOT EDGY ENOUGH part #5

Chapter 5: Mercy 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. ^_^ ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Time passes here in the Underground with no notice. I'm not sure what is a day or night from down here. Though my iPod has a watch function, I'm not sure if I'm able to trust it after drying it out. There's no internet signal for it to sync up with, so I don't know if the time it tells me if what it really is or just the continuation from when it got waterlogged. I'm just grateful it still works. Would've hated to lose all my tunes. Does suck I can't get a radio signal either, but you win some and lose some sometimes. Flowey has been helpful in adjusting to how things work down here. He's a real treasure trove of things. He tells me ways of improving my stats because apparently, I'm super weak by monster standards. Every being, humans, and monster, has a set of basic stats. HP. ATK. DEF. LV. EXP. HP is the level of Endurance that determines the damage a person can take before dying. My maximum HP is at 20 and, what Flowey tells me, will only increase when my LV does. Resting will fully heal and raise HP 10 points above its maximum amount. HP can also be restored through consumable items like food and drinks. An attack hitting the receiving party lowers their HP. The loss is dependent on the attacking party's ATK and that of the receipt's DEF. Upon reaching 0 HP, that's it, you die. It doesn't matter if you're human or monster. There's no coming back when your number is up. ATK determines the damage output of the attacking party. My base ATK is 10 and, like with the HP, can also increase with LV. But that's not the only way. Equipping a weapon can raise ATK, as well as certain ACTs or consumables but that's only a temporary thing. When ATK is high enough, one can spare an opponent without needing to use the ACT button. This rule is true even of monsters that have a non-traditional sparing method. DEF determines the damage input for the defending party. My base DEF is 10, and again, can increase with LV or equipping armor type items such as the ribbon in my hair. Just like with ATK, can be changed temporarily with certain ACTs or consumables. DEF is subtracted from the damage output of the attacking party. However, it cannot lower the taken damage to a value less than 1. LV increases HP, ATK, and DEF when it rises. All humans and monsters start at LV 1 and can raise it as high as 20 or so Flowey assumes, he's unsure if it can exceed this amount or not. And of course, EXP is gained by killing. When you accumulate enough EXP, your LV increases. So in a way, it is like experience points...for murder. However, there are other stats that one doesn't outright see when in the midst of a fight. INV is for Invulnerability. This determines the number of moments an attack cannot hurt the victim after they receive a hit. It is a hidden stat that apparently can only increase through certain Armor items. SPEED, as the name implies, determines the velocity someone can move at while in a fight. It is a hidden stat that can temporarily increase with certain ACTs and consumables. Lastly, the creepiest one of them all...MDR, or better known as Murder Level. It is an entirely internal statistic that tracks the progress of death when someone kills. This stat begins at 0 because no one can knowingly kill at birth. So in that aspect, it shares a similar trait with LV. Knowing this, I now have some tough choices to make. I still don't intend to kill, so that means I'll gain no EXP and my LV will remain at 1, thus I'll remain weak compared to everyone else. Nothing but LV will increase my HP and that sucks big time. So this means I'll need to increase my DEF so that the damage I do take isn't as strong as it should be. I'll need to find these Armor items or in the very least train my ass off to increase my SPEED. Because you can't hit what can't be caught. Toriel has also been one I try to learn from, all be it with caution. I tend to go about this like child since she sees me as one. I go to her bookcase, select a book, read it, then pretend to not understand so she'll read it to me, and then ask her about it while also sliding in other off-topic questions along the lines of things I do want to know. Of course, I do mix this tactic up every now and again. Otherwise, it would become too obvious what I'm doing. When not trying to prob her mind, I get a feel for Toriel as a person. And yes, I know that came out dirtier than intended, but fuck you for thinking about it. Toriel is a, for lack of better words, a decent cook. When it comes to sweets, she's epic. Other things, not so much. Also, she has this unusual appetite for eating slugs or snails if she can't find any slugs. While she doesn't try to shove them down my throat, watching her eat them makes my stomach twist to the point it gets hard to eat. Toriel is rather intelligent when not touched with moments of madness. This side of her actually backfired on me. Believing my inquisitiveness to be a cry out for teaching, she now schools me with a curriculum she's had prepared for just such a reason. There is a good thing to this though, as it imbues Toriel with more trust in me. This trusting faith allows me to venture around without her needing to watch over me or allow me a certain distance away past the big tree. But you might be wondering how she keeps tabs on me if she can't visibly see me. Simple...She gave me a cell phone. It's a really old thing that probably fell down here, it's clearly seen better days as the body and tiny screen are cracked, but it still works. I've also taken it upon myself to give her a nickname, Nanny. Get it? Because nanny is another way of saying female goat. No? At least she thinks it's funny. But yeah, now my days are amuck with class time with teacher Toriel and workout training with Flowey. The training is both worth it and yet not really. On the plus side, my stats do increase. The negative side, the rate at which my stats increase is bullshit. In the amount of time of what feels like a week, my base stats of HP 20, ATK 10, and DEF 10 increase by a total of 6 points. HP 24, ATK 12, and DEF 10. Flowey does tell me that DEF will increase over time, but at a much slower rate than the other two. He estimates along the line of about four weeks of training will equal enough effort to better my DEF. So think about that for a second. Four weeks to get a single point on my DEF stat while HP and ATK keep increasing? I know right? You'd think they'd be more evenly gained. But no! Argh...There's gotta be a better way that won't take so long. Maybe if I work out a bit before bed, add in some extra hours by cutting down on other things? Fuck it! Math was never my forte. Today I feel lazy. I don't feel like doing anything. But sleeping all day wouldn't be a thing I could do because Flowey would bitch at me and then Toriel would nag me. So I stare aimlessly in thought into the fireplace. More freaky shit's been popping up in my life. There's the voice that whispers in my ear at random with even more random things to say. Like, I walked out of the bathroom the other day and stopped to check myself in the hallway's mirror. No more than a couple seconds in did that voice chime in. {It's you!} Freaked me out a bit. Now when I go near it, it says something else. {Still you, Lynsie.} Cocky little shit. If I ever see what is making that voice, I'm gonna beat some manners into it. I know it's not Napstablook at least. After some time, the ghost was willing to come see me again. Had to apologize out the ass for making him so uncomfortable last time. Though he's not without his moments for making me uncomfortable either. Often times I can't get to sleep due to my random insomnia and I'll find him watching me from across the room. He plays it off as he's only doing what I asked, for him to watch over me, but I really should've been more specific. Because the creepy part is not knowing for how long he watches or where he watches me at. I mean, I like the guy, but I really don't need to think a ghost is watching me shower. I just don't. At least Blook-man isn't a jerk like the weirdo that sometimes pops up in my dreams. That creepy voice is beginning to sound more clear the more I dream about it. I haven't seen where or what makes this voice, but the clearer it gets, the more this dude sounds like he's got a big stick up his annoyed ass. Yet I know the inevitable is coming. Soon I'll end up seeing who this condescending creep is. I dread that moment. My dreams are not under my control anymore. This voice is forcing me to interact with it and that makes my blood run cold. I can't control my subconscious. I can't stop these moments from happening. I can't do anything! I'm not in control anymore! What is ̡hap̴pe͞ning ̨t͘ò m̵e͝?͏!̷ "My child? Is everything all right?" Toriel's been sitting in her chair and reading for a couple hours now. Flowey's taking a nap in our room. "I'm fine, Nanny." "Are you sure? You've been awfully silent for a long time." "I'm fine, Nanny." She frowns as I try to clear my head of all this madness. "Um, I want you to know how glad I am to have you here. There are so many old books I want to share. I want to show you my favorite bug-hunting spot." I don't say anything. I just keep my eyes on the dancing flames. "Want to know what I have been reading?" I shrug. "It's called 'Beyond The Slime: Snails, Slugs, and other Gastropods'. How about it? Would you like me to tell you bits of it?" "If you want to, go ahead." "All right, here's an exciting snail fact. Did you know that snails...Talk. Really. Slowly?" Not as interesting as you think Toriel. Wait...they can talk? "Just kidding, snails don't talk. Interesting yes?" And just like that, I'm bored. Her jokes are usually more entertaining than this. "Snails are distinguished by an anatomical process known as torsion, where the visceral mass of the animal rotates 180° to one side during development, such that the anus is situated more or less above the head. This process is unrelated to the coiling of the shell, which is a separate phenomenon. Torsion is present in all gastropods, but the opisthobranch gastropods are secondarily de-torted to various degrees. Torsion occurs in two stages. The first, mechanistic stage, is muscular, and the second is mutagenetic. The effects of torsion are primarily physiological - the organism develops an asymmetrical growth, with the majority occurring on the left side. This leads to the loss of right-paired appendages (e.g., ctenidia (comb-like respiratory apparatus), gonads, nephridia, etc.). Furthermore, the anus becomes redirected to the same space as the head. This is speculated to have some evolutionary function, as prior to torsion, when retracting into the shell, first the posterior end would get pulled in, and then the anterior. Now, the front can be retracted more easily, perhaps suggesting a defensive purpose. However, this 'rotation hypothesis' is being challenged by the 'asymmetry hypothesis' in which the gastropod mantle cavity originated from one side only of a bilateral set of mantle cavities." Huh...I guess that's kind of neat. "Gastropods typically have a well-defined head with two or four sensory tentacles with eyes, and a ventral foot, which gives them their name (Greek gaster, stomach, and poda, feet). The foremost division of the foot is called the propodium. Its function is to push away sediment as the snail crawls. The larval shell of a gastropod is called a protoconch. The principal characteristic of the Gastropoda is the asymmetry of their principal organs. The essential feature of this asymmetry is that the anus generally lies to one side of the median plane.; The ctenidium (gill-combs), the osphradium (olfactory organs), the hypobranchial gland (or pallial mucous gland), and the auricle of the heart are single or at least are more developed on one side of the body than the other ; Furthermore, there is only one genital orifice, which lies on the same side of the body as the anus." I snicker a tiny bit at the mentioning of anus...I'm such a child. At least that perks her up a bit. "Okay, how about this? Courtship is a part of mating behavior in some gastropods, including some of the Helicidae. Again, in some land snails, an unusual feature of the reproductive system of gastropods is the presence and utilization of love darts. In many marine gastropods other than the opisthobranchs, there are separate sexes; most land gastropods, however, are hermaphrodites." "That's due to the odds of them finding a normal member of the opposite sex would be impossible because of how slow they are. So it's not uncommon that they have both sets of genitalia. The funny part is, when two meet up to have relations, they wrestle each other for dominance. The winning partner gets to be the male and the loser becomes the female." "...Have you been reading this without me?" "I watched a lot of TV growing up. It practically raised me." She puts the book down. "Child, come here." I sigh and roll myself near her, being super lazy about this. She pulls me up when I'm close to her chair and sits me on her lap. "Is something the matter? You are not as cheerful as you normally are." "I don't know." "Do you want to talk about it?" Not really, but I'll humor you a little, Toriel. "Nanny...Ya ever have one of those days where you don't even feel like getting out of bed? One of those days when so much is on your mind that it cripples you to the point of wondering why am I even bothering to get up today?" This strikes a nerve with her and she puts me down. "Come. Follow me for a moment." I'm confused but go along with it. She gets up and I follow her out the door. We walk out past the old tree and make a left down a small hall, encountering a single Froggit that flees in terror the moment it sees Toriel. I feel for ya little froggy dude. Entering a doorway leads us to an overlook of what I can only describe as an abandoned city. "Whoa..." "This is where we monsters lived when we first came to the Underground." "You're using past-tense wording. What happened?" "As ages passed, monsters changed and thrived with the blessing of children. Fearing the humans no longer, we moved out of the old city we called HOME. We braved harsh cold, damp swampland, and searing heat...Until we reached what we now call our capital...NEW HOME. Though the ones that choose to stay here, still live in their homes like time never passed. Only now, the streets are empty. The sounds of life are dull. I brought you here because this is a place where I come to relive days long ago and release such negative feelings. I pray it can do the same for you, child." Whoever is naming things around here is not very creative. It's still cute, but not creative. "So...This is your venting spot?" "More or less." "Not sure I can while you're here. Or how I'd even start." "That is fine. I merely wanted to show you that there is always something you can do when those bad moments happen." I smile softly. "Thanks, Nanny." We look out at the city, different thoughts in our heads. Though something she brought up tickles my curiosity. "So...There's more to the Underground than just the Ruins?" She flinches and grips the lookout's ledge a little bit. "...Yes. B-But it is much too dangerous for you out there. The monsters out there are not like the ones in here. They...They do not fight fair. You will not last long if you leave." Oh shit, did I trigger her? Quick you fool! Fix it! "I never said I was leaving. Why would I? I doubt anyone out there is as cool as you are." That settles her down for now. Better switch the subject anyway to be sure. "Is there anything else you want to know?" "Well, I did have one more thing that's been bugging me a little." "And what's that?" "So I've noticed I've been eating a lot and yet needing to go to the toilet less. I'm I dying or something?" She blushes before laughing. "*giggles* Heavens no, child. You're not dying." "And just like that, I feel like the world's biggest dumbass." "Let me see, how do I put this?" She takes a moment to think. "Well, we monsters use magic to make our foods and drinks. While still being physical enough to consume, it doesn't remain as such once in the body. Once consumed, the magic begins to dissipate as if it never existed. It still gives the body the nourishment and all other needs it requires, but since there's no mass to the magic, there's very little to pass out the body. So that may be why you're noticing less usage." "Huh. And if I ate human foods?" "Hard to say. No one knows if human foods would reverse this effect. Mainly because such foods are not available down here." "Nanny..." "Yes?" "Magic is cool." She snickers. "Nanny..." "Yes?" "I want to let you know I'm grateful for you taking Flowey and me in. A total stranger, and a human no less. I know it's against the law for you to be doing so...but...Thank you for caring." This seems to strike a chord within her. "C-Child...Do you really mean that?" "I do." She catches me by surprise with a sudden bear hug. "Thank you. Thank you so much." My first instinct is to return this affection to her, which I do. But my heart just isn't into it. The shadows in my mind begin to whisper things. Look at this, a stranger loves you more than your own family. How long has it been now and still no sign of any search party? Face it, they never loved you. You were a waste of life that took up space in that house. No one cares about you. Not even death wants a freak like you. "Child? You're trembling. Is everything all right?" I bite my tongue hard. If I open my mouth now, nothing good will come out. But Toriel is persistent and it doesn't help that my grip on her is clenching harshly. "Child, please. Just speak to me. Tell me what's wrong." I can't hold this anymore. I shove away from her to face the city and let it out. "I hate you! I hate all of you! You fucking pieces of shit! Why?! Why is it so hard for any of you to care?! I've been missing for days or weeks and none of you care! *sobs* Did you ever love me?! Why did you even bother having me if you don't even care that I'm gone?! *bawling* Why? Why? Someone tell me why...please..." I break down, crumbling right there to cry on my knees like a helpless babe. Toriel is shocked by my outburst. Her instincts unsure if she should let me cry this out or come over with comforting motherly tenderness. She picks a different option. "I know this isn't the most pleasant of times to ask...But since we've come to know more about each other, I have been curious about something." I can hardly look at her. "The humans that fall down here...They tend to not fall down for the happiest of reasons. If it is not too painful...Can you share with me your reason? What made you come to a cursed mountain where none ever return from?" My eyes sting, I can't keep them open for very long. "*hard sniffling* They used to care. I used to know what it was like to know others cared. I can't remember when they started to pull away. When I became invisible. I just want to know why. Was it something I did? Did I do something wrong? Did I not make them proud? I thought I did everything right. I was a good girl. *voice cracking* I'm a good girl. Aren't I?" I can't see it due to the tears blinding me, but I can hear it. Toriel is crying. No sound leaves her past her lips but I can hear the droplets fall to the floor. "Oh, my...You poor thing..." I feel her hug me from behind. "I do not know the life you have lived. I do not hold the answers you seek. But what I can tell you is this. You are a good girl. If you were my daughter, I'd always let you know I care for you." "*sniffles* Y-You...You would?" She rests her head on mine and I stiffen with tension. "I would. A mother should care for her children and never let them feel such sadness." Well, in the Ruins of the Underground they say, that the human's small heart grew three sizes that day. "How do you feel now, my child?" "...Meh."' "Any better at all?" "...A little. But I'm trying to be cool about it so you don't think I'm so pitiful." "My child, you are not pitiful. It takes great strength to admit such hurt." "If you say so." Her hold on my grows stronger. My sourness is something she doesn't like. It makes her have an idea. "Child...Would that make you happy? To call me... 'Mother'?" I feel my heart breaking. "Are you...Are you being serious right now? Because if you're toying with me...!" "Lynsie..." I think that's the first time she's used my name since being together. "I mean it. I know I am not your real mother. But I can be a real mother to you. If you allow me to. Now, what say you to this silly old woman?" I'm so close to weeping again it ain't funny. "You're...*soft sigh* Heh...You really are something else...Mom." She looks at me surprised, but smiles and nuzzles the top of my head. I feel like such a little kid right now. I can tell this made her happier than it made me. But I guess in time I'll work out these family issues I have and I'll be able to thank her for it. We sit there for a while, her just holding me and me just trying to return to my usual composure. Then she stands up. "My child...Would you like to help me with lunch?" I remain seated but look up at her. This is unreal. She's unreal. No way in hell that any human on earth even comes close to her. I owe her. "Know what? Let's flip the script. I'll make lunch. You do enough as it is." Her eyes sparkle till she notices I'm not getting up. "Are you not coming?" "In a moment..." I look back at the city. "I just need one more minute." She holds a breath, resisting the urge to smother me and drag my sorry ass home. But the trust we've made has gotten to that level where she knows such actions aren't necessary. "Very well...I will be waiting at home. The flower is probably worried sick." I chuckle at that and listen to the sound of her steps leave the area. Once things go quiet, I stand up and take a couple of deep breaths before I let out on last bit of venting. "*loud aggressive roar*!" While very relief inducing, such a harsh forced sound fucks up my throat and I cough like a chain smoker. "*coughs* W-Worth it...*gasp* So worth it." Turning on my heel, I'm about to leave till something wedged into the corner of the overlook. Upon closer inspection, it ends up being a hand grip. So I yank on it. It refuses to cooperate till I really give it a hard yank and pull this metaphorical sword from the literal stone. Turns out, it's toy weapon. Neat. "Huh...Okay? Weird, but mine now." [You equipped the Fake Knife.] [You gain 3 Attack.] "Really? That's the same increase as the ribbon. Wonder if they're a set?" [Made of plastic and not very good for killing. A rarity nowadays.] "Heh...Good thing I don't aim to kill. It's perfect." [CHECK selected.] [You now have HP 24, ATK 15, and DEF 13.] I slip the dagger into my lower side pocket with a smile and make merry way back home. When I get there, Toriel is making sure Flowey's soil is fresh before watering him. I end up making a bunch of grilled cheese sandwiches with slices of tomato between the cheese slices, at least on half of them. Though I do have to wonder where this food comes from, but she did say it's magic made, so who knows. The rest of the day is pretty chill. Toriel and I hang out some more before I spend the rest of the evening with Flowey. Since I apparently slacked off, he decides to cram some extra FIGHT knowledge into my messed up noggin and then gives me a rapid-fire pop quiz about it all. Aside from the normal Bullet Hell that I'm used to dealing with, there are seven different colored magic that can alter the attack to either hurt more or hurt less. White attacks are the most basic form of attack monsters can do. And if it hits you it will only do normal damage. The only way to counter white attacks is by dodging them. Gray attacks deal no damage and are used when the monster is unsure how to respond in their turn. More or less, it's like their way of skipping their turn. Red attacks do not deal damage but are used to warn of upcoming attacks. The warning can take on several forms, such as an attack itself flashing red, a simple red outline bordering the area of the attack, or a red rectangle with an exclamation point in the center and a flashing sound effect. Green attacks heal damage by varying amounts depending on the will of the attacking monster, the progress of battle in some way, or both. Light blue attacks, also known as just blue attacks, do not deal damage so long as you remain completely still. Orange Attacks do not deal damage so long as you remain moving. And purple attacks apply a 'poison' effect that gets worse the more you're hit till your HP is drained. Yet he tells me to take the purple attack with a grain of salt as he isn't sure it really exists outside of rumors. This is what Toriel meant when she said the monsters outside the Ruins are too dangerous and don't fight fair. If an LV level 1 monster like Napstablook can kick my ass to 1 HP, I don't think I stand a ghost of a chance against harder monsters. I need to do more training. [Time Skip] Life as the adopted daughter of a monster is something I never thought I'd be when I grew up, but it's something I have come to really enjoy. Toriel's been true to her word. She shows her care for me every day in small ways. She did do it in a big way once but I told her wasn't necessary. That and I felt bad we couldn't eat the whole cake before it spoiled. Toriel has gotten a bit more intense sometimes. I'm sure it has nothing to do with Napstablook randomly popping in and out of my room without asking her for permission. Can't be that...Sarcasm. Speaking of her, my time with Toriel has been most enlightening. Aside from the normal schooling, she also has taught me much about the history of the Underground. Or as much as she's willing to tell me, she isn't too detailed on somethings, makes me curious as to why. But what she, Flowey, and Napstablook all confirm with me is this. The King of the Monsters, Lord Asgore, has called a war on humanity once again. So if freedom were ever attained with the breaking of the barrier, then they wouldn't leave this place peacefully. Blood would be spilled, thick enough to swim in as they hear the lamentations of their conquered foes. This is not so far off from happening either. The King so far has in his possession six human souls and only one more is needed to break the barrier completely. When I bring such topics up in conversation, Toriel is always upset. Badmouthing Asgore and then running off to let out some steam either at the overlook or in the basement. I can tell she fears me falling into his grasp. She fears to lose yet another child. That's another thing she's taught me. While it is the law that humans at to be killed and their souls harvested for the freedom of monster kind, she never supported this. She's tried to keep the other six before me from leaving the Ruins, but they all left her anyway. The dumbasses. Why leave this poor wonderful woman? But humans are not the only loss she's had. I know the look of greater hurt when I see it. She's suffered heavy loss. I dare not ask her about such pain. It is not my place to speak of. All this pain Toriel has been through, she is covering her hurt with a happy Jekyll and crazy Hyde complex. She has yet to move on to the final stage of grief...Acceptance. Another thing she has begun to teach me is the basic use of magic, mostly SOUL magic as it's the simplest form and a good base for beginners as she put it. Not that I can complain, I mean, I'm learning freaking magic! Flowey is first apprehensive about this. Mentioning something along the lines of I have a freaky soul as it is and shouldn't mess with it. But I counter this with, well if my soul is so fucked up then wouldn't it be best to train it so that it isn't a problem? Needless to say, I won that argument, yet I also find out what Flowey meant by me having a weird soul. It seems that my soul is able to change color depending on what emotion I feel the strongest at the time and each color has its own power associated with it or trait as they're called. She only knows of a few colors due to the humans that fell before me and my soul during our magic training sessions tends to stick to being a light blue color. But of course, Flowey fills me in on the other ones I haven't seen. When the SOUL is red, it seems like any normal soul and behaves normally. It does get a slight boost in power and added precision when it comes to making quick moments. This power is associated with the emotion of Determination. When blue, the SOUL is affected by gravity. This allows one to move beyond the Earth's normal gravity, like being able to jump as if on the moon. This power is associated with the emotion of Integrity. When green, the SOUL it can produce a kind of shield but at the cost of being unable to move. While in this state, one can only dodge in a stationary way or block the incoming attacks. This power is associated with the emotion of Kindness. When purple, the SOUL is focused and can only allow movement to the left and right from where one is standing. It's a very intimidating soul to most as it gives you a handicap and makes you look skilled if used correctly. This power is associated with the emotion of Perseverance. When Yellow, the SOUL is filled with magic power and is flipped upside down like a monster's SOUL, so the heart's point is directed toward the foe. In this state, the soul grants the ability to shoot a projectile that can destroy certain oncoming projectile attacks. This power is associated with the emotion of Justice. When the SOUL is light blue it will appear to make you weaker and slow down movements. But this is a ruse as the SOUL is storing energy from not moving around so much. This allows for stronger block and defensive counters the more power is stored. This power is associated with the emotion of Patience. And lastly, when the SOUL is it will appear to make you stronger and increase movements. This SOUL will also store energy but only while the user is moving around. This allows for stronger attacks and parrying counters the more power is stored. This power is associated with the emotion of Bravery. There is a catch to all this too, as some monsters are able to force such SOUL MODES onto humans and render the human unable to break free from such control till the fight ends. All this, Monsters and Magic, it's become my new normalcy. And looking back on how I was living before, I can honestly say I don't miss the surface at all. This is the life I've always wanted. A life in which the world isn't trying so hard to crush your hopes and dreams. A life where I know what love is. A life where one can truly live when not being threatened with death. But this doesn't stop my curiosity. The one thing I can't get her to talk about is the staircase to the basement that she herself often sneaks away to. Whenever I even hint at it she tells me to ignore it and don't go down there as it's not safe. "No good will come if you venture down there." Out of respect, I do as she says. I would never dare disobey her and yet I feel something trying to draw me down there. Maybe it's the little things like how she's able to go down there and I'm not. Maybe it's because I can sometimes barely hear her talking to either herself or someone else. Whatever the reason is, it's driving me crazy! Each passing day I find myself closer and closer than the last time I've done this. Just testing how far down I can go before Toriel notices. But the more I do this, the more I think she's catching on. Her steps get quicker and I have to be careful not to make a sound when I rush back up the steps. This has become a routine every time she heads down there. She goes down there. I follow up to a point. I stop in an odd pause for a couple minutes until I hear something. Then leave in a hurry This is insanity! Why do I keep doing this and how do I make it stop?! Today is no different, with the exception of Flowey joining in on my madness. After the lessons, schooling, and my workout training, I hold his pot while gazing over the edge of the banister. I don't know where Toriel is. Either she's down there or making her rounds in case another human falls. Not likely that'll happen. But not knowing her location has me weary on being bold enough to go down there. "So...This is the dangerous thing you told me about?" "Yep." "And you never go down there?" "I do...But not very far. I don't want Toriel to freak out if she sees me." "You do know she'll totally lose it if she ever finds out you do this, right?" "I know." "Then why do you do it?" "I don't know." He's confused. "What do you mean, you don't know?" "Don't act like you didn't understand. I said I don't know why I do this because I really don't know why I do this! If it's not one thing like the fucked up dreams, then it's the voices in or out of my head that nobody else hears. And if it's not the voices, then it's this freaky feeling to go down there. So do forgive me, oh all too perfect flower, for I am flawed and often don't know what the fuck I'm supposed to do!" He flinches at my snap and looks away in shame, making me feel like shit. "*sigh* I'm sorry. I'm just...really stressed out. Between all the training, my emotional baggage, and weird shit that I can't even tell if it is really happening or not..." I hang my head. "I...I need a break before I end up broken." "Hey..." Flowey rubs my hands comfortingly. "Just relax. It's going to be okay. I didn't know you were going through so much." "You should know by now I don't talk about my feelings and other junk. My burdens shouldn't have to bug anyone else." "If it helps...I know what's down there." "...What?" "There's nothing down there. It just leads to the door that heads out to the rest of the Underground. She keeps it shut. Not wanting others to leave and end up killed." "...So that's it? A door?" "Yep." "But...That can't be all there is." "What do you mean?" "She talks to someone down there." "Huh? Are you sure you weren't hearing things?" I glare harshly. "I know the voices I hear. There might be a lot of them, but I know them all. And she talks to someone I don't know." "Okay, I'm sorry. I didn't mean for you to take it the wrong way." "We're going down there." "Wait, what?!" I head to go downstairs but Flowey blocks the entryway with vines. "Are you out of your mind?! What if Toriel finds out?!" "At this point, I don't care anymore. Nothing makes sense. So why would she react the way we think she will?" "Do you hear yourself? This will, without a doubt, make Toriel snap!" "And how would you know?" "Because I..." "what are you doing?" We both freak out at the sudden utterance of Napstablook, me more than Flowey. So much so that I drop Flowey, not that it matters as he's gripping the railing with his vines, and I take a tumble down the first part of the stairway down. "Holy crap! Are you okay?" "*groan* I fucking hate stairs..." "oh, shit...I-I-I didn't mean to..." I pick myself up shakily. "Nah, dude, you're okay. It'll take more than a little trip to hurt me." "uh...you're bleeding." "From your forehead." I rub it away. "Still there?" They shake their heads. "Then we cool. You cool. Me cool. We all cool." I wobbly head towards the rest of the way down. Flowey lowers himself and whacks me with his pot. "Okay, now I know you have brain damage. Go back upstairs and go to our room to sleep this off." "Look, I get it. You're scared. You don't have to come along if you don't want to." "Don't be so stupid, you idiot! I'm trying to keep you alive! You have no idea what kind of awful, messed up, nightmare-inducing things will happen if you go down there!" Flowey huffs and puffs, but I'm already halfway down by the time he notices. "*snarls* You! Ghost!" "me?" "Are you able to carry me?" Napstablook looks at him funny and scoffs. "probably. why?" "I need to go after her. That dumbass is going to get herself killed if she doesn't get out of there." Napstablook's eyes widen and he grabs Flowey's pot. Just then, the tumblers in the house's door began to clatter with the sound of a key being inserted. Panic washes over them. Napstablook moves quickly, yanking Flowey from the railing and speeding down the stairs as the door starts to open. Toriel enters. "Hello? My child? I have returned home." Only silence greeted Toriel. Perhaps the human was in her room asleep. Poor thing hasn't been the most well rested as of late. Those bags under her eyes looking darker by the day. The girl needs all the rest she can get. Toriel heads toward the kitchen, to start making a batch of cookies to surprise her happy little family. But the surprise was on her. She almost didn't see it. The joy of her delight almost blinded her to something that now has her breaking into a series of nervous twitches. Small smudges of crimson now discolor the pale cream that makes up the home's interior. "No...No, no, no, no, no! Not again!" The panicked parent rushes in the hopes that she is not too late. That she won't have to lose another life. Me on the other hand, I've been walking for a while now. The path under the house is much longer than anyone would guess. Probably the result of digging for open pockets in the mountain. Flowey chased after me, like a bitch, and dragged Napstablook along. "Human! Toriel is coming!" "Yeah, right." "he's not lying. she just came back. I hope she didn't see us." I roll my eyes not believing them, until... "Child!" [You felt your sins crawling on your back.] "Run!" The three of us make a break for it the end of the of the hall...only to be blocked by large stone doors. "Shit..." "My child..." We turn around and see the frightened Toriel now behind us. Dear god, this woman is fast as hell! Napstablook lets fear get the better of him, fading away and making me dive to catch Flowey before his pot shatters. "Nice catch." "*whisper* Praise my SPEED stat later. Shit's about to hit the fan." "Lynsie...My little girl. Why are you down here?" Her eerie calm is disturbing. I need to think of a lie and think it up quick. Or speak the dumb truth. Whatever will work best at this moment. "I fell down the stairs." Her expression softens slightly. "Why did you not come back upstairs?" "I...I didn't know how you'd react if you saw me. I got scared." She calms down and approaches. "Child, I meant not to instill such fear in you. I want you to know you can come to me whenever you are in need." "And you won't be upset?" "I...I will do my best to understand before reacting." "Thank you, Nanny." She pats my head and places a hand on my back to get me to follow her back up to our home. "I do have one question for you, my child." I tense up. "Yes?" "What were you doing by the stairs in the first place?" "I...I got curious." Her hand on my back flinches. "Curious about what?" Flowey is trying to mime to me to keep my mouth shut. But I'm not very good at following his orders. "You come down here a lot. You never say why or what happens. I just...I thought I could hear you talking to someone and wanted to meet them too." Her hand pushes me roughly so I'm ahead of her towards the stairs. "You heard nothing, child. There is no one down here. Run along and freshen up. We'll bake together shortly...I have to do something first." She turns around, heading back towards the doors. I should go upstairs. I know I should. But I can't. "Oh no. I know that look. Don't do it." "I'm gonna do it." "Don't!" "Too late." "Why do you do this?! Why don't you listen to me?!" "Because if you don't act then you're just as wrong to ignore what's going on. Sure, it's likely safer to just do as you or Toriel say. But that's just choosing to hide. To let the problems around me win. I've lived like that already. To sink into myself and the darkness. I won't do that again. I won't let others go through it if I have the chance. So get mad all you want. I'm not going to stand by while they do things that will only make them suffer." Flowey just stares at me. Thoughts running through his mind as I sprint after her. "Nanny!" She pauses. "I told you to go upstairs." "Not without you." "Tell me, child. Do I not provide enough for you? Are the Ruins not good enough? Do you seek your own death that badly?" [You felt your sins weighing on your neck.] I glare at her in annoyance but she continues. "Ahead of us lies the end of the RUINS. A one-way exit to the rest of the underground. I am going to destroy it. No one will ever be able to leave again. Now be a good child and go upstairs." "No." She looks at me over her shoulder, her own eyes glaring back at me. "No?" "I will not leave you down here." She huffs through her nose. "Every human that falls down here meets the same fate. I have seen it again and again. They come. They leave. They die. You naive child...If you leave the RUINS...They... ASGORE...Will kill you." "You underestimate me." "Please don't piss her off." She snarls at me. "I am only protecting you, do you understand?" "No, you understand! I will not allow you to use me as an excuse. I am an adult. I can make my own choices. I will embrace the consequences of any action I take. I am responsible for my life. Not you." "...Go to your room." "Make me." The intensity of our glares can generate harsh sparks. "Do not try to stop me. This is your final warning." She runs for the door and now I'm pissed off. "Don't you turn your back on me, bitch!" Flowey is stunned by my snap but doesn't get a chance to respond. I drop Flowey's pot and give chase to Toriel. I never even hear the clay pot shatter. I speed up to make sure Toriel won't do something stupid. "Don't ignore me! You fear something you can't control. You're letting the fear win. You're acting as stupid as the humans that banished you!" She flinches for a second before turning around and facing now in front of the door that she despises. Though now that I see her and the door together, I notice the door bears the same symbol as her robes. "You must really be unhappy. You want to leave so badly?" "What made you get a moronic idea like that? Fuck no, I don't want to leave. All I want is for you to get your fuzzy ass upstairs so we can make cookies and read books." "Hmph. And why should I believe that? You are not the first to tell me such lies." "Oh for fuck's sake. I have been trying for god knows how long to be sweet with you because, in case you haven't noticed, I like you and consider you my freaking mom! So stop this nonsense and get away from that stupid door!" She snorts, anger in her eyes. But then...she starts to giggle. The giggles then become manic and loud. Now I'm on edge. "You...hehehe...You are just like the others. To think I was worried you wouldn't fit in out there...Eheheheh! You really are no different from them! Ha...Ha..." I growl in annoyance. Is she really mocking me right now or is she losing her mind? I don't know. But it's really ticking me off either way. "There is only one solution to this. You...Prove yourself...Prove to me you are strong enough to survive." I scoff. "I don't have to prove anything to anyone. Not even you." "Prove to me you are strong enough to survive!" Her voice shirks harshly and my soul appears in a glow of red. Seems we're fighting now. Just great. [HEARTACHE begins to play in the background.] [Toriel blocks the way!] "Are you for real right now? You're really going to fight me over this crap?" [Toriel prepares a magical attack.] "*sigh* I guess you're leaving me no choice but to beat some sense into you. Very well...Bring it on!" Her paw-like hands catch fire and she sweeps them in an arc, casting a trail of fireballs that are launched towards me. Simple enough to attempt evasion on their own, but then I find out that the fireballs can bounce off of the walls. I get hit a few times by these rouge ricocheting balls of flame. [HP ███████████████ 15/24] [Toriel looks through you.] "And you criticize me for being nuts. Are you seeing this bullshit, Flowey? ...Flowey?" Only now do I realize that I don't have the pot with me. "Ah, fuck my life. Flowey! Hey! You okay?!" I shout into the hall behind me. Seconds later he pops out of the ground, meaning this floor isn't solid. "You jackass! I can't believe you dropped me!" "So you're fine? Good. That makes one of us. Two, if you count Napstablook fleeing when he had the chance. Lucky bastard." "Make your move, child!" Flowey takes notice of what's going on. "I told you! I told you and you wouldn't listen!" "Oh my god! Stop nagging me like you're my wife! Just support me and keep out of fight radius!" [FIGHT] [ACT] [ITEM] [MERCY] "Okay, what are my options?" [ACT selected.] [New options available.] [CHECK] [TALK] "That's it? Fine. Simple is as simple be." [TALK selected.] [You couldn't think of any conversation topics.] "This is pointless. I know you don't want to hurt me and you know I don't want to hurt you either. So let's stop this now before it gets crazy." [Toriel looks through you.] She launches the same attack as before. Only now there are two rows instead of one, but the pattern remains the same. This is a good thing. [HP ███████████████ 15/24] "You've really gotten fast, human." "You sound surprised? Did you really think I didn't try with all that training?" "Uh..." "Fuck you, Flowey." [TALK selected.] [You tried to think of something to say again, but...] "Quit wasting time doing this, Nanny. At this rate, we won't even have time to eat if we ever get cooking." [Toriel takes a deep breath.] "Geez, woman. You're like ice. So cold." Her stony expression doesn't change as she unleashes the same attack yet again. Same pattern. Same spots of bounce off. Same easy steps to dodge. [HP ███████████████ 15/24] "This isn't a fight. It's not even a tussle. It's just sad." "Are you really disappointed she's not trying to kill you?" "I know how it sounds and as fucked up as it is, yeah." "...Why?!" "Because I don't like it when someone pushes me to do things with them, only to slack off while I do all the work. It pisses me off." "While that does suck, you shouldn't feel that way right now. She doesn't want to hurt you and you don't want to hurt her...right?" "Of course not. I don't want to hurt anyone. That's why I'm trying to talk to her." [TALK selected.] [Ironically, talking does not seem to be the solution to this situation.] "Why won't you listen to me? Are you even able to hear me? Say something! Anything. Do something other than just stand there like an emotionless statue!" "..." [Toriel is acting aloof.] The same attack is sent my way once more. It's gotten to the point where I just stand still and deflect the fireballs with my knife. I'm losing my patience with this repetitive shit. "The hell am I suppose to do here? Die of boredom?" {You can't reason with her when she gets like this.} I flinch. "So...You're chiming in now? Of all times?" {You look like you can use all the help you can get.} "*scoff* Do you not see my skills? I can do this no problem. I just can't understand what option I need to select." "Human? Who are you talking to?" To Flowey or anyone else for that matter, I'm chatting with no one. "Oh, just a voice that seems to have random timing." {I don't have random timing. It takes a lot of energy to manifest like this.} "Wait, manifest? Are you a ghost?" {I guess? Not really sure. I mean, I was dead. Fairly sure I still am. I don't even know how or why I woke up. I just...did.} "You are one confused dude, ya know that?" "They're not the only one." I snarl at Flowey. {I might be confused on some things, yes. But I'm not as confused as you.} "Don't start shit with me, dude! I am so not in the mood and I will kick your dead ass if I have to" {I'd like to see you try, punk.} "Alright, what's your name, asshole?! I wanna know what to write on your headstone along with all the shit I'm gonna mock you with!" {My name? It's Chara.} "Well then, allow me to say this then...Fuck you, Chara!" Just like that, the room goes completely dead. The air stills, the temperature chills, and the thrills are less than wanted. In an instant, the world that I know of goes dark for me and my body stands in a painful slump. Flowey's eyes widen in shock and Toriel finally does something other than stay still. "C-Ch...Ch...Chara...? My boy...he's here...?" A hauntingly dread hangs in the air like a thick miasma. Flowey only seems to realize that things are not what they seem when my red soul begins to tinge darker and darker. The color being swallowed by shadow until it is nothing more than a black heart. "A black soul? How...Is that even possible?" I twitch for a moment before coming back to life. "Human? Are you okay?" I shake my head and rub my eyes. My head really hurts. Looking around I see Toriel, her face is sorrowful and her eyes are pleading. "Chara? Where is my son? Chara?" Chara was her son? This woman was holding out on me when I asked if she had a family. Not cool. Still, she's calling out for a dead kid, right? Do I not matter? I'm right here. I thought she cared about me. Thought she loved me. I've been trying to be a good girl and talk to her. But maybe she's... [Not worth talking to.] I stand strong and leer at this woman whom I gave trust to. This seems to strike her attention. "My child? Why are you looking at me like that?" {Yeah, why are you looking at her like that?} I snarl. "I am not your child." My voice is different. More darker, colder, and deadly. [FIGHT selected.] Flowey attempts to question me but I take off at her in the blink of an eye, knife in hand. She's stunned. Hardly able to register the dark blur that is me till I'm in her face. There's a quick instance of time, a glimpse of what's to come, and she's able to move in time just as the knife is swung. I miss hitting her yet she now has a slash across her robe. "Next time, I won't miss." {What the hell are you doing?!} "Y...You...at my most vulnerable moment...you...really hate me that much?" I turn to head back to my starting point. "Don't flatter yourself. I don't care enough to hate you." She frowns. "Child..." "No! Don't you dare say that!" I face her again and whatever hateful look I have on my face is enough to make her back up in intimidation. "I trusted you. I let you in. I thought you'd be different. Monsters are so much better than humans. But you...*growls* You're no better than they were. You never cared about me. I was just a replacement. A placeholder for the kid you lost." "B-But that's not true." "You've shown no emotion since this fight started. You've been ignoring me this whole time. But the moment I say Chara, you get all teary eyed and talkative? I let you call me your daughter and you forget me the moment a ghost from your past pops up! You're no better than them. You never cared about me. No one cares about me. I am the abandoned one. I am unlovable. You broke my heart when I didn't think it was possible for it to shatter anymore than it already was. So congratulations. You managed to hurt me like no one has. And now...Now I will make you feel my pain. One turn at a time." I walk back to my original position and she begins to cry, holding her muzzle to keep the sadness in. Flowey is just dumbfounded by my sudden turn to the dark side. "What the hell are you doing?! I thought you weren't going to...kill...?" The icy stare down I'm giving him chills the life out of him. "Y-You...Wh...What are you...?" I merely grin and the whites of my eyes begin to fill with blackness. This terrifies the poor flower-boy. "T-this...feeling? Why am I...Shaking? Hey...S-s-stop making that creepy face! This isn't funny! You've got a SICK sense of humor!" {I agree. This isn't how you win this.} I growl to myself. {What is with you? I swear to god if you hurt my mom, I'm gonna kill you.} "I'd like to see you try, brat." {Stupid reckless jerk. I'm too dead for this crap.} [Toriel prepares a magical attack but is weary now.] Streams of fireballs fall from the top of the room in a crisscrossing double-helix pattern and accumulate at the floor. The streams have holes in the middle of them to dodge through. Heck, there are even two safe spots near both corners. This doesn't bode well for Toriel. [HP ███████████████ 15/24] "My turn now." {Hey, wait!} "What?" {You don't have to fight her.} "Not much else really on the table for choices." {Okay, talking isn't going to work, we know that! But if you really mean what you say and don't want to kill...You'll have to do something else!} He's calling me out. Damn him. But he's right. I mean, what the fuck am I doing? I tried to strike Toriel! I could've killed her from my level of intent! That isn't something I'd do. That isn't me. This isn't me at all. "No...No, this is wrong. This is all wrong. This isn't me. This isn't me! THIS ISN'T ME!!" My head hurts! I grip my head in one hand and my soul in the other. The black that makes up its color struggles to remain. My chest tightens in pain and I roar. The black in my soul swirls into its center and is flushed away by the encompassing blue. Once it's all gone, I feel drained and yet better at the same time. {You...You okay?} "I...I don't feel so good." "Lynsie? Are you normal now?" I look at Flowey and he sighs with relief. "Phew! That creepy face is gone. What happened back there? You were so...different." "You think I know?" I look at my hands and the fake knife that's clasped so tightly that my fingers are stiffly locked around the handle. "I...I was going to do a bad thing. Wasn't I?" "Yeah...But that wasn't you. It was...Whatever that was." I glare at the knife and put it back in my pocket. I don't need it. I don't want it. I will not attack her. But if talking won't work, what will? Let's see...No to FIGHT. ACT is a waste of time. I don't have any ITEMS. So that just leaves MERCY? But that's usually SPARE and FLEE. And I doubt I can FLEE from this fight. Not after all the crap that just went down. I need to check this. "Yo, ghost-boy." {Huh?} "What do you think of this course of action?" [MERCY selected.] [New options available.] [SPARE] [FLEE] {You're going to run? Not a bad idea, but not a winning one either.} "No, not that one. This one." {Spare? Worth a shot. I mean, what else is there really?} "I know right?" "You still talking to Chara?" "We're agreeing on a plan." "And that is?" "You'll see." [SPARE selected.] Toriel looks at me funny. Not surprising as I've gone from trying to talk to her to then trying to kill her. "...? What are you doing?" "What's it look like? I'm sparing you." She eyes me funny. Contemplating so many things. "I don't understand." "What's so hard to understand? I didn't want to fight you. I don't want to fight you still. I don't want to end up hurting you. So I'm done. I'm done trying to do anything. I offer you mercy. What say you?" She pauses for a while. Time seems to stop. But then she makes her move. She attacks similar to her last attack but it's a little different. Thicker streams of fireballs, too thick to dodge through, but they do not sweep back and forth. Allowing careful me to keep safe between the streams only after finding it once I got hit a couple times trying to fit into it. [HP ███████ 7/24] "*panting* Okay...ow...Took more damage than I thought." {Not bad though. That was some pretty fancy footwork you did there.} "Thanks." "You okay, human?" I give Flowey a thumbs up and get ready for more junk to come. [SPARE selected.] "What are you doing? Attack or run away!" "I choose none of that." She hurls more of that same hard to dodge fireball streams. Only thing is now I know what I'm doing, so I only get hit once by the time her turn ends. [HP ███ 3/24] I can barely stand. I'm singed and searing in burn pain. I can't take much more of this. If she keeps this up, I'm as good as dead. Damn it, woman, accept my mercy already! {You're doing great. Keep this up and you're golden." "If this keeps up I'll be joining you in the afterlife, ghost-boy." "Child...What are you proving this way? Fight me or leave!" "There are more choices than that, Toriel. If I don't want to fight, I don't have to. If I don't want to leave, I don't have to. Problems don't just go away because you kill them or run away. You face them head on and never back down until their resolved." "Can't you see that's not how the world works down here? I don't want to see you die. I need to know you are strong enough to make out of this wretched place alive. And I'm willing to give you my power if it means you'll survive." "I will not kill my MOTHER!" That slipped out of me but I don't regret it. My words pack enough of a punch that has her faltering. "Stop it. Stop looking at me that way. Go away!" She attacks again, yet something isn't right. The fireballs fall haphazardly from above but deliberately move away if they come close to me, making it impossible to take damage even if I move closer. I think I'm finally getting to her. I need to keep this going. [HP ███ 3/24] "Please...just go upstairs now. I promise I will take good care of you here. I know we do not have much, but...We can have a good life here." "I know that. I don't want to leave. I want to make this work. That's why I'm trying so fucking hard!" [SPARE selected.] I start to approach her and she trembles, either in fear or worry, I know not. So she attacks again, but again the flames avoid me. [HP ███ 3/24] "Why are you making this so difficult? Please, go upstairs." "I can say the same to you." [SPARE selected.] I come to a stop in front of her and she meets my gaze with her own. Such sadness smears her features. Her hands tremble and the fire they hold flickers out. She crumbles right there, falling to her knees. "Urgh...You are stronger than I thought..." "I told you not to underestimate me." "Listen to me, small one...If you go beyond this door, keep walking as far as you can. Eventually, you will reach an exit." "Exit?" "ASGORE...Do not let ASGORE take your soul. His plan cannot be allowed to succeed." "War on humanity? Yeah, not the best plan since that didn't work out so well last time. Heh, funny enough, if you guys wait long enough we'll all end up wiping ourselves out for one dumb reason or another." "You will be good, won't you? My child." "You talk like you heard nothing I said. Damn it, Nanny, do I have to spell it out for you?" I put my arms around her and embrace her tight. I will not let go until she comes to her senses. I refuse to let her remain like this. Her eyes widen and her face contorts with mixed emotions before settling on a defeated weak smile. "Ha ha...Pathetic, is it not? I cannot save even a single child." "Mother..." "No, I understand. You would just be unhappy trapped down here. The RUINS are very small once you get used to them. It would not be right for you to grow up in a place like this. My expectations...My loneliness...My fear...For you, my child...I will put them aside." "Toriel..." "If you truly wish to leave the RUINS...I will not stop you. However, when you leave...Please do not come back. I hope you understand." "Mom!" She trembles hard when I snap. God, she still doesn't get it. This woman is as messed up as I am. Maybe that's why I care about her so much. Maybe in the depths of my soul, it believes that by saving her I'll be saving part of myself. I don't know. I ain't no psychologist after all. "Let me make this as clear as possible for you. I. AM. NOT. LEAVING. YOU!" Her eyes water and I let her go. "I know I'm not really your kid. I said and did some messed up shit. I regret it a lot. I let my feelings overwhelm me in the worst ways. But I want to make it right. I want to earn your forgiveness. I want to earn the right to be your daughter. Will you let me do this after the things I've done? Can you give me another chance, Toriel?" She whimpers. "You...you're really going to stay?" "Yes. I told you before and I'll keep saying it if it helps. I am going to stay with you as long as you'll keep me. I'm not lying. I speak only truth. I am not leaving you. This is my home for as long as you'll have me stay. You will be my mother and I'll be your daughter for as long as you wish it to be so. Please, believe me." {I think you've done it.} She begins to cry, her arms go around me and nearly smother me in a warm healing hug. "Lynsie, my child...Thank you. Forgive me for my earlier behavior. You were right. I was brash, unfeeling, and callous. I am appalled to call myself a mother. I attacked my own child. How are you able to still want to be around me after such happenings?" {Now seal the deal.} "No one is perfect, Nanny. We all make mistakes. It's how we learn from them that makes the difference. We can either learn to do better or end up repeating the same thing again. I can forgive you because I understand why you are the way you are. You have been through so much. You've loved. You've lost. You've tried to help. And yet fate has been so cruel to you. It forced you into this lonely home where all you see is danger outside its walls. You're scared of losing any more of those you end up close to. So you lash out because you don't know how else to respond to those feelings. I can't be mad at you for that." She smiles softly and pets my head. "You truly are a sweet child." "I try." {Thank you.} [YOU WON!] [You earned 0 XP and 0 gold.] Things revert to normal and I help her up to her feet. "Come on, mom. Let's go back upstairs." "Yes. I would like that very much." "Holy cow! You actually did it!" We look over at Flowey. "Crap, we need a new pot for him." "I am sure we can find something for him upstairs." "Do ya mind waiting a little bit down here till we bring back something?" "I don't mind really. It feels nice to let my roots stretch out." We head back upstairs and return to life as before. Toriel is more relaxed now that her fears have been put to rest. I've doubled my efforts around the home to make amends for my actions in the fight we had. I sowed up the cut in her robe, even though she said I didn't have to. But she surprised me by sowing my shirt as well. As if showing the new bound we made, she sowed the symbol on her robes onto my shirt. She tells me it's called the Delta Rune, the emblem of monster kind. I wear it proudly. Chara talks to me more frequently now. Toriel often talks to him too and I have to tell her what he says. She was skeptical at first, hard to imagine a dead kid talking to your adoptive one, but he has me tell her things that only they'd know and it all set in there. The odd thing is that Flowey will talk to him too. The conversations they have, they're so personal. I feel uncomfortable being this third wheel. But the more they all talk, the more I learn about them. Things I won't share with anyone else. Like how Chara tends to call Flowey the name Asriel. I learn from Toriel's chats with him that this was the name of her biological son with none other than King Asgore. Yeah, that was a big fucking bomb drop. Toriel, this lonely hidden away woman, is the Queen to an entire race that is going to try to kill me. Yay! Flowey got his pot replacement so he was able to come into the house again. We still train together, all be it a little intensely. I mean, I'm willing but he's less to do so. My guess is because he's afraid of losing Chara. I hate this feeling. Being a host to someone that others want more than they want me. It's when I have these moments, I go to the lookout of the old city and I talk to Chara. Just us. He's rather understanding. Like he's gone through a lot of the same things I have. I don't pry too much into his past and he doesn't push me on my reasons for trying to die. We are the same in a lot of ways. We both are haunted by the ghosts of our past lives on the surface. He's nice to have around for these chats even if I feel weird about having yet another guy follow me around at times where I'd rather be by myself. But at least Chara agreed to not pop up when I'm in the bathroom. Napstablook on the other hand...well...I have no clue. He's MY buddy. He only comes around for me. That much I enjoy. It feels oddly nice that a dude, even if he's a ghost monster, pays sole attention to me. Makes me feel wanted. And if I have to be girly, as is my gender, it makes me feel pretty too. God, feelings are weird. After the fight, Toriel allows me downstairs now. She still worries about me leaving, but the trust is there that I won't. Flowey and I use the larger space for better workouts. It does pay off in the long run. My stats increase more. I'm now HP 28, ATK 17, and DEF 13. The weird part now out of all this is, the more we train down here, the more I get curious. I'm now tempted to go beyond the door and see what's on the other side.

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