#But Howdy's brother stuck out to me and I had to draw him!

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I just wanted to doodle Latter Pillar because his design is so pretty! Plus extra doodles:

#GAH This update was so heavy and emotional!! #So much lore and I have so many thoughts! #But Howdy's brother stuck out to me and I had to draw him! #LOOK AT HIM!! #welcome home #welcome home arg #my art #doodles #welcome home Latter #welcome home sally #latter pillar #sally starlet

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Snooze

Part 2 of "How Long"

pairing: f!reader x brother-in-law!joel miller

description: the next day, you're stuck in your own head about last night. how can joel change your mind and make you stay? spoiler, he can't.

word count: 6.1k

warnings: MINORS DNI! this is 18+, pre!outbreak joel, this is mainly just angst. mentions of cheating. some sexual tension and talks of sex. this skips ahead 2 months in the middle, so a slight time jump. name calling, pet names also included.

author's note: this is part two of "how long"! I wanted to get into the smut but I wanted to add this kinda as a way to guide the reader through the next parts. and yes, there's more coming! enjoy joel being soft for reader.

Maybe it was for revenge in the beginning, but Joel made you feel like the woman you wanted to be all along. 

You wake up in his arms, and for the first time in a long time, you felt safe and secure. His soft snores were cute and not annoying like Tommy’s loud and obnoxious snores. His expression when sleeping was so precious, his nose wiggling and his brows not furrowed in their normal spot. When he notices you stirring, his snores fade and his eyes slowly drift open. Once he sees your staring, he gives you a lazy smile. 

“Mornin’ sweet girl,” He grumbles, stretching his legs and making his biceps flex under your neck. 

“Howdy,” You say softly. You sit up from the warmth he brings you, realizing you are still naked from your escapades. You grab a blanket from off the floor, wrapping it around yourself as you search the room for your clothes. 

“Want to borrow somethin’ from me?”

The offer sends chills down your spine. You turn to see him standing up from his side of the bed. He’s naked too, and good heavens, he’s hard. You physically couldn’t pull your eyes away from the man’s body. His upper body sculpted but as you trail down, a small pudge forming where his tummy is. Your lips twist upward, watching him sulk over to his dresser drawers. He opens the second drawer down, pulling out a pair of black sweatpants. He looks towards you, noting your expression. 

“You perv,” he groans, tossing you the pants, “My room, I can walk around naked.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, catching the pants. He’s so unserious and your laugh only enables his bad behavior. He shakes his head, opening another drawer to search for a t-shirt. He finds an old t-shirt he got at country music festival back in the early 90s. It felt like a lifetime ago, but it was one of the most worn t-shirts in his collection and he was secretly dying to see it on you. 

You pull the pants over your naked bottom half, suddenly taking notice to how huge they are on you. You take the drawstrings and tie them as tight as you can get them. The pant legs would drag across the floor, for sure. You felt so tiny in his clothes. 

He walks the shirt over to you instead of tossing it at you. When you realize what shirt he’s giving you, you let out an excited squeal. 

“I used to joke to Tommy I would somehow steal this shirt from you,” you explain, snatching the folded gray shirt from him, “Finally!”

“Yeah, all you had to do is fuck me.”

It’s so blunt, it makes your excitement fade quick. When you glance up to meet his eyes, the twinkle makes you draw a conclusion. 

He’s fucking with you, dude. 

“Now it’s mine forever, motherfucker.”

His eyes widen at your response. You never cussed like that in front of him, especially when it came to calling him a name. 

“You’re lucky you’re cute, girl,” He grumbles, watching you drop the blanket from your upper half, exposing your boobs do him. His dick twitches when he sees that he left a lovebite right beside your nipple. 

You were so perfect to him. 

“You’re lucky I’m sore from last night,” You murmur slipping the t-shirt over your head, “Or else I’d… I’d do dirty things to you Joel.”

He creeps forward, his eyes darkening at your suggestion. His eyebrows find their usual spot, the crease in between them growing deeper. You couldn’t help yourself. You were physically incapable of not wanting him. To think you’d spent so long with Tommy, wasting every day trying to manage his chaos, and you were missing out on this. On Joel Miller standing butt naked in his bedroom with a hard on, practically begging you to suck it. 

You were so fucked. 

“How sore?” He tucks your tangled locks behind your ear, his pointer finger finding the curve of your neck, down to your décolletage. Truthfully, you weren’t that sore, just a bit worn out from spending hours crying, only to spend more time having the best sex of your life. 

Your hand finds his, letting his fingers dance around your chest down to the swell of your breast. Just when you’re about to give in, you hear a bang on his door. 

“Dad! Wake up! I want pancakes!”

You practically jump out of your skin, throwing yourself back and away from Joel’s reach. You put your hands over your mouth, trying to disguise the slight gasp that leaves your lips. 

His lips form into a perfectly straight line, “I’ll be out in a second, kid. Can you run next door and ask Jimmy for some eggs?”

“Do I have to?”

“If you want good pancakes, yes!”

The way they talk to each other makes you smile under your hands. You hear Sarah moan in annoyance, before running out the back door and over to the neighbor’s house. Joel rolls his eyes, finding a pair of pants and a t-shirt for himself. You watch him get dressed, still standing like a puppy waiting to be released from their crate. 

“Just go upstairs and mess up the guest bed a bit, then come down and act like you just woke up. We don’t havta tell her bout you and Tommy unless you wanna.”

You contemplate his words for a moment. Maybe telling Sarah her uncle is a sociopathic cheater wasn’t the best way to start her morning. You quickly decide that you’d tell her that you two decided to take a break. 

“I’ll tell her we are taking a break or something and that I was just super upset and came over to clear my head.”

“Great idea,” He mumbles, opening up his bedroom door, “Now get your pretty ass upstairs and stumble down in like 10 minutes acting tired and sad.”

You smack his shoulder as you walk out in front of him, “I am tired and sad, asswipe.”

“All these slanderous nicknames, what happened to my good girl from last night?”

Your core clenches at the words. You knew he was toying with you and you wanted to give in so bad, but you were on a time crunch at this point. Sarah would be coming in at any second. As you try to leave Joel’s reach, you feel his hand on your shoulder. He spins you around to face you, grabbing the nape of your neck. He pulls you up, leaning down to capture your lips into a quick but eager kiss. 

You always felt self conscious about kissing in the morning because Tommy always commented on morning breath and how disgusting it was. You literally wouldn’t kiss him until you brushed your teeth in fear he would find you repulsive. Joel didn’t care though, he wanted your kisses every moment of every day. 

After getting a piece of you last night, he knew he was going to have a hard time resisting the urge to have you in his bed every night. He had a crush on you for so long, pushing aside his feelings, knowing it was so wrong to like his own brother’s girlfriend. But now his brother’s actions were finally coming to light after years of suspicion, and Joel knew this was his chance to treat you the way you deserved to be treated. 

“Git,” He says, pulling away from you, swatting your ass as you walk through his house to the staircase. As soon as you’re halfway up the stairs, you hear Sarah come back into the house. You pause, waiting for them to start talking. 

“Why’s her car up front?”

Joel pauses for a moment. You hear him taking a mug out of his cabinets, “She and Tommy got into it last night. I told her she could crash in the guest room.”

“What about?”

“Adult stuff, don’t worry bout it.”

You roll your eyes, creeping up the stairs and into the guest room. The last time you found yourself in this room, it was to sleep next to Tommy after you two drank too much with Joel and a couple friends. Thinking back to it, you remember that was the same night he told you he really didn’t want kids. You laid in the same god forsaken bed and cried until you fell asleep.

Tommy really didn’t care about you. Maybe it was a blessing in disguise, him cheating on you. You just really didn’t want it to be with your own sister. But truthfully, you’re glad it was a world shattering cheating scandal. It made you never want to see his stupid face again. 

You grab the duvet off the top of the bed and throw it around. You lay in the bed, making the sheets crinkle. You needed to make it look like you actually stayed in this room, just in case Sarah peered in. 

Once satisfied with your work, you stand up and head downstairs. It had only been 5 minutes and you already smell freshly brewed coffee. It makes you smile, ready to share a cup with Joel. 

“Mornin’,” Joel says plainly, glancing up at you from the mixing bowl placed on the island. Sarah is seated at the barstools, watching her dad slave over breakfast.

“Mornin’ Millers,” You say, falsely rubbing your eyes to make it seem like you had just woken up seconds ago. 

“Weird to see you here on a Sunday morning,” Sarah comments, pulling the barstool next to her out. She wanted you to sit next to her and explain what happened, you could see it on her face. She had just turned 14, so she knew it was a curious case when her uncle’s girlfriend was crashing in the room next to hers. “You and Tommy good?”

“No, he uh,” You look up at Joel who’s stopped his stirring. You give him a look like “hey I think I may tell her the truth”, and he nods. Even if it means Sarah would look at Tommy in a different light, she should know her uncle is imperfect and capable of fucking up his life.

“He admitted to cheating on me on our ride home last night. I left him on the side of the road and called your Dad to go get him.”

Saying the story out loud sounds so absurd. It almost didn’t feel real. 

Sarah’s mouth falls open in shock and disbelief. Joel decides it’s his turn to quip up. 

“I told her she could come here and stay until she was ready to face him,” He explains, portioning out pancakes on a buttered pan, “I picked Uncle Tommy up from the side of the road and took him back to their apartment. He will probably be calling here shortly. He needs to come get his truck.”

Sarah had questions, hundreds of them. 

He seriously cheated? With who? Are you going to break up? Am I never going to see you again? How could he do this? 

What catches you and Joel off guard is when she slams her fists on the island. 

“What an asshole!”

Joel’s eyes fly open in shock, but you choke out a laugh at Sarah’s comment. 

“Hey, language,” He looks over at you, his shoulders tense, “And you shouldn’t be laughing.”

“Sorry,” You admit, standing up from the chair to find your way around to the coffee pot. You knew the ins and outs of the kitchen, so you find a coffee mug in the cabinet next to Joel. You start to pour some of the pot into your mug, just as Sarah poses a question.

“Is that my dads shirt?”

You stop your actions like you just got caught in the act. You slowly put the pot back on the heated stand, waiting for Joel to say something. Please save me, you beg silently.

“She needed pajamas last night. She was wearing her outfit from Tommy’s party, not comfy to sleep in.”

Nice save, Joel. 

You nod and try to avoid eye contact for the rest of the time Joel’s making breakfast. While Sarah continues to ask questions, you just shake your head and sip your black coffee. You usually drank it with some creamer and sugar, but you needed the bite of the coffee to bring you to life. Joel cooks pancakes, eggs, and bacon, all things you’d like to eat but after Sarah’s interrogation, you feel sick to your stomach. Joel prepares you and Sarah’s plates, putting them in front of you both. Sarah chows down immediately and you just poke around the plate, pretending you’re eating. Joel notices, watching you closely as he munches on a piece of toast. 

As you finally take a bite, the landline rings behind you on the wall. 

“Probably Tommy,” Joel swallows, heading to the phone to pick it up. He was right, it was Tommy. You hear his whiny voice over the sound of Sarah humming while she eats. He’s upset, telling Joel that he needs to find you to apologize. 

“She’s here,” Joel mutters, disregarding any emotion he may feel, “She came here after last night.”

“Why there?”

Joel rolls his eyes, “Because she didn’t want to go home to your drunk ass.”

“Can you tell her I’m sorry?”

You can feel Joel tense up, finally meeting his eyes as he pulls the phone away from his ear. He looks at you, his eyes asking if you want to say anything over the phone. You don’t even think, you just snatch the phone from his grasp. 

You hear Tommy’s labored breathing over the phone, like he is crying. 

“You wanted to say something to me?”

You voice is even, not showing any emotion that is bubbling in your stomach. 

“Baby,” He stammers, “I’m so sorry.”

“Okay,” You hold your breath, waiting for the right words to say, “I want you out of the house by the end of the day. I’ll get Joel to come get you so you can ge-”

“Baby, please! Please I’m so-”

“I’m not done talking, Tommy.” You pause, inhaling quickly, “We are done, okay? I’ll have Joel come get you in an hour to get your truck that I bought for you, and you will be out of the apartment I pay for, and you will be out of my life. I don’t want apologies. I want you gone.”

You turn to see Sarah and Joel gawking at your immediate and demanding response to Tommy. It wasn’t something you were anticipating to say, but once you started, you couldn’t stop. You didn’t even think through your demands, but you knew you couldn’t stay in the bubble you were in at Joel’s house forever. You paid most the rent at your shared apartment. That truck was something you helped pay for. He needed to be gone in order for you to figure your next steps. Truthfully, after your last conversation with him, you wished you never had to speak to Tommy ever again. 

You knew that the reason he was really sorry was because he got caught and his living situation was up in the air. It had nothing to do with actually feeling bad for ruining your sense of safety and security. Tommy was a lot of things, but you did see a future with him, somehow. 

“I’ll just have Ryan bring me over there. I’m not waiting around for Joel. He seems too busy playing house with you. Stupid bit-”

The line drops and you stand there in shock. You weren’t even upset, you were angry. He was so quick to change his tune when he realized you weren’t going to be manipulated again. It made your whole body go red hot. 

“What did he say?”

Sarah was silent, unsure how to navigate such an awkward moment. You don’t even know what to say, so you just slam the phone onto the machine.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea for me to see him when he gets over here. I may-,” You censor yourself, remembering this is probably a weird situation for Sarah. You can’t say what you really want to say. 

“What did he say?”

“He’s having Ryan bring him over to get his truck.”

“What else?”

Joel knows he had to say something to rile you up, and he knows his sorries were just conditional. You knew that too, but it hurt to hear him so bitter again. You begin to come to the conclusion that the alcohol wasn’t what made Tommy bold last night, that was just him showing his true colors finally.

You just shake your head. Joel dismisses Sarah before she can finish her breakfast, but she knew it was probably in her best interest to hide away in her bedroom anyway. She doesn’t object, just grabs her plate and carries it upstairs. 

Joel leans against the counter, waiting for you to finally speak up. You know what Tommy said is going to send him into a rage, so you bite the side of your cheek.

“’s gonna be here any moment. Do you want me to ask him what he said to you? Or would you rather share with the class?”

Ugh. 

“He said you were playing house with me.”

You don’t tell him the name he called you, it would only make him more angry. Joel brings his mug up to his lips, hissing as he slurps it up. His bows his head, wondering how he’s going to probably make this situation even worse. 

Joel wanted to say fuck it and fight for you, but that’d be selfish. He had been pining for you forever but you on the other hand, didn’t even think he was an option. You had never given a relationship with Joel a thought until last night. Tommy was always your first and final choice. You were fiercely loyal and Joel knew that. So, sure, he wanted you to drop every thought of Tommy and just stay. But he knew you couldn’t. 

You didn’t want to be the reason that Joel didn’t talk to his brother anymore. You don’t want to be the reason Sarah doesn’t have a relationship with her uncle. You felt like your feelings for Joel only complicated things. Of course they did. And what exactly were the feelings? Was it just a rush because it was so new and different? Or did Joel actually make you feel unconditionally appreciated?

You can read Joel’s expression for the first time. He’s pleading with you. 

“Sweethe-”

“I don’t want to be the reason your family falls apart,” You mutter, trying not to cry as you say it. You were surprised you even had any tears left after last night. 

Joel rounds the island, approaching you with every intention to give you a big hug. You stop him though, your hand resting on his broad chest. Your memory serves you right, mapping out the front of his chest with your finger tips, waiting for him to say something else. He doesn’t say anything though, he just roughly grabs your hips, walking you to the corner of the island. 

“Tommy is the reason our family fell apart,” He explains, lifting your butt to the edge of the counter. His hands then rest on your upper thighs, rubbing circles as you lazily wrap your arms around his neck. Your heart was racing, knowing Tommy could walk into Joel’s house like he used to. He’d see you pinned to the counter by Joel and he’d draw all his conclusions. 

“You were the cheater this whole time,” you imagine him saying. 

“He will be here any minute, Joel.” 

You couldn’t have everything blow up in your face all at once. You needed Joel to know that you were thankful for him, but you didn’t need an added stressor to your life right now. 

You look into his desperate eyes, wanting nothing more but to plant another kiss on his downturned lips.

“I am going to change and get out of your hair. I have to,” Your brain starts going a million miles a minute, trying to explain yourself, “I have to call my family. I have to… I have to rebuild my life, Joel. I’m sorry, this,” You gesture to him and yourself, “This complicates a lot. I need.. I just need time.”

He steps back, shaking his head. He knew that’d be your response. It stung, but he had to try to push aside his feelings for you. 

You hear a car door slam out front, making your nerves go into overdrive. 

“I’ll go give him his keys. Let him know you’re not interested in talkin’.”

You just bite your lip, slipping off the counter. 

“Can you tell him to leave his key under the mat when he gets his shit out? He has until tonight.”

Joel starts to bound to the front door, beating Tommy to the knob. 

“Yeah, I’ll let him know,” He turns to you finally, “And you don’t have to change. Keep my shirt. You’ve wanted it for awhile, it’s yours.”

-

2 months later

From: Joel Miller

Sarah has been begging to see you. I’m making lasagna tonight and I remembered it was your favorite. Would you want to come over ? If you’re not busy?

You had ignored most of Joel’s texts since Tommy moved out. You had spent the last 2 months trying to figure out your entire life. It was flipped upside down overnight, so you needed a moment to catch your breath. Joel understood, of course. You’d text him every now and again, just to let him know you were doing okay. 

You sit at your desk at work, glancing at your calendar pinned to your bulletin board. 

Of course you didn’t have plans for a random Wednesday night. Tomorrow you had Thristy Thursday with some coworkers. But tonight was going to be the night you lit up one of your last couple joints on your balcony and smoked until your eyelids got heavy. Maybe you would call your mom and ask her if she’d heard from your sister. 

Your mom had heard what happened two days after everything went down, and was totally on your side, which was nice. She couldn’t believe your sister had the audacity to do such a thing. You’d vent to her for hours, eventually crying and wishing she wasn’t across the country to give you a hug. After your parents divorced a couple years ago, your mother decided she needed to live her life far away from your dad, so she moved to Maine. Random, but you respected her for getting away and living her life on her terms. She told you that you should do the same. You laughed between tears, telling her maybe you would.

After your sister was confronted with the fact that you knew all about her and Tommy, she cried and begged for forgiveness. You decided to spare her your true feelings, opting to just tell her to stay out of your life for awhile. You’d ignored her calls and texts after that. It was your father who called you a couple days later to tell you that she had checked herself into rehab for abusing alcohol and pills. 

As sick as it was, your mind went straight to karma. It was bittersweet. You told your father to let her know you were thinking about her and hope she got better. Your dad said she was going to move to Dallas with him once she got out of treatment. It wasn’t far enough away from you, but it would do.

You stare back down at your phone, reading Joel’s text several more times.

Just you and Sarah? You type.

It was a dumb question to ask, but you had to be sure Tommy wasn’t just hanging around his house like he used to. You’re almost positive Joel would’ve told Tommy to stop coming around, but you can never be too safe.

He responded quickly. 

From: Joel Miller

Just us. She wanted to show you her new CD player too. 

You can’t say no, especially now that it’s not just Joel you’re neglecting. You had been around Sarah most of her life and she always loved having you around. You were almost like a big sister she never had. She always begged you to come to her soccer games, her chorus concerts, and birthday parties. You never missed one. 

She always gave you insight on the newest trends and she was quick with her humor, which always had you laughing until your stomach hurt. If you were going to go to the Miller household, it would be to hear all of Sarah’s life updates.

And maybe to see Joel. His presence would not be lost on you. 

You hover over your keyboard, overthinking your response. 

Okay, yeah. I can be over around 6? 

You glance back up at your computer screen, seeing that it was already 3. You’d be out of work in an hour, then you’d have to see Joel.

You hadn’t seen him since you left his house with your pile of clothes, sporting his old t-shirt and sweatpants, completely dazed and confused at the curveball that life threw you.

You did wear that shirt he gave you almost every night. 

Your phone dings. 

From: Joel Miller

Sounds good. I’ll let Sarah know, she will be excited.

You shake away all your doubt and take a couple deep breaths, getting back to some emails before you’d go home and get ready to face your past. 

–

“You came!”

Sarah opens the door to see you practically shaking in your new heeled boots. She reaches out and grabs you, giving you the tightest hug.

“Hey, kiddo,” You grin, returning the squeeze, “Your dad promised me lasagna and you, so of course I had to come.”

She giggles, pulling you out of the chilly air. The Miller house has this distinct warmth that always comforts the deepest parts of your soul. Even when you and Tommy were together, your favorite place to hangout was Joel’s back deck and living room. 

You haven’t ever felt so nervous to see Joel. You round the corner to the kitchen, only to see him slaving over the oven. He looks relaxed. His hair is a bit more shaggy than usual. He’s surprisingly not in any work gear, wearing a blue t-shirt and khakis, with no stains. He put on his best outfit, just for you. 

When your eyes lock, you just try your best to give him your best cheesy smile. You had no idea what to say to the man. Hey, I miss you a lot. I find myself comparing every dick I have had in the last two months to yours. 

That would land well.

“Hey there stranger,” You opt to say instead.

He drops the knife he’s using to butter some bread. He’s reaching out towards you, grappling at your waist and the bottle of red in your hand. 

“Hey, I’ve-… I mean we’ve missed ya,” He gives you a half hug, putting the wine down on the counter. You feel weird touching him like this. Especially in front of Sarah. He smells like you remember. Sweet strawberry shampoo and whatever laundry softener he puts on his clothes. His large hand pulls away from your waist and you instantly miss it. 

“I’ve missed y’all, too. Anything I can do to help?” You gesture towards the spread he has laid out. It’s mainly just fresh garlic diced up and some Italian bread cut up into slices. 

“Why don’t ya open that bottle? Wine glasses ar-“

“Above the dishwasher, I know.”

—

Dinner was intertwined with Sarah telling stories about her first weeks of school and you devouring your weight in lasagna. Joel just nodded along, piping in to say something sarcastic to Sarah or smile at your sauce stained lips. You sip on wine, progressively getting more and more relaxed due to the alcohol flowing through your veins. 

It was like old times. Except you didn’t have Tommy interjecting to shoot down your ideas or him and Joel getting into a small tiff about something that happened 10 years ago. It was nice. After dinner, when Joel was starting on dishes, Sarah brought you up to her room to show you some new stuff she bought. She played you a Britney Spears CD on her new stereo, telling you about how many discs it actually held. She even confided in you that she had a crush on a boy in her math class. 

“You better not tell your Dad. He will have a cow.”

You feel a presence behind you occupy the door. You turn quickly, seeing Joel leaning against the door frame. 

“Have a cow about what?” He grumbles, crossing his arms at you two. You smirk, shaking your head. 

“Nothing, Dad,” Sarah utters quickly. 

“Yeah, Dad, it’s none of your business.”

He rolls his eyes at your sarcasm. 

He only came up here to grab you for some alone adult talk, and here you are gossiping with his daughter and harboring secrets. Deep down, he loved it. He appreciated that Sarah felt safe enough to come to you and talk to you about things. You were always a great role model for her. 

“Okay, fine,” He raises his hands in defeat, “Sarah, you gotta get up for school tomorrow. Start gettin’ ready for bed.”

“Bu-”

“No buts. You’re not goin’ in late tomorrow. Shower and bed.”

She stomps her foot, annoyed with him and his demands. You just giggle, grabbing her arms and bringing her into a hug. 

“I promise I’ll be around more. You call me any time, okay? I love hearing from you.”

She crushes you with her little bony arms, “Don’t be a stranger.”

You pull away, gesturing Joel to scoot out of the door frame so you could head downstairs. He follows close behind, his foot fall in sync with yours. 

“You wanna stay for another glass? Stil half the bottle left.”

You bite your lip. You shouldn’t, but you want to talk to him without a child present. So you nod eagerly, heading straight to the bottle once you reach the downstairs. You pour yourself some into your stained glasses, giving him the last splash. 

“Wanna hang outside? May be more private.”

He wanted privacy because he wanted to pick your mind. He also wanted updates on your family. How everything went down with your sister. Your parent’s opinions on the situation. One thing about Joel was that he wanted to hear your buttery voice talk about anything and everything. 

You two walk out the sliding glass door, finding spots on the outdoor couch Joel had for most of Sarah’s life. It was falling apart and water damaged, but it was where you and him had spent long nights having conversations when Tommy was drunk and asleep on the couch inside. 

“You uh, talk to your sister?” He asks, settling into the couch, keeping an appropriate distance from you. 

You breath out loudly, “Yeah, she’s in rehab.”

“Holy shit, cause of what happened?”

You take a sip of wine before you answer, “No, she was on some heavy shit, I guess. Maybe that’s what gave her the audacity to fuck Tommy.”

“Yeah maybe. You talk to him at all?”

“He left me a drunken voicemail a couple weeks ago. Other than that, no.”

You had woken up in the dead of night to get water and saw you had a message on your home phone voicemail. You pressed the button, letting his wasted voice slur your name. He was begging to come back. Said he made a mistake. He would never do it again, yada yada. 

“He’s already bringin’ another girl around my parents. Some chick from that bar he’s always at with his buddies,” Joel confesses, “My ma is confused.”

Your stomach flips a bit. You were curious how Tommy was doing, but not out of desperation or anything. You just wanted to know if he would survive on his own. 

“I knew he’d be quick. How does your mom feel about it all?”

“Disappointed but she enables his shit.”

Joel takes a sip of his wine, licking his lips after he swallows. You watch him closely, trying to not make it obvious that you missed the way his tongue traced yours that night. 

“Yeah that’s fair. He’s her baby.”

He nods, letting the silence fill the air. He doesn’t want to ask about your dating life, but the question was festering in his mind. He couldn’t help himself. 

“Have you been seeing anyone?”

“Not really.”

“What’s that mean?”

“I’ve slept with other guys but no one to really ride home about. They weren’t-“

He cuts you off quickly, “Tommy?”

“No,” You contemplate for a moment, gripping the stem of your wine glass tighter. You know if you weren’t drinking, you would never let the next word slip your lips. But it does. 

“You.”

You weren’t planning on confessing that to anyone, especially Joel himself. But the tension was rising in your chest and he’s sitting here, under the moonlight, giving you those damn puppy eyes. 

He raises his eyebrows, not expecting you to say something so upfront and honest. The relief that floods him was satisfying, though. He hadn’t even thought about another woman since you. 

You mainly had random hookups to try to fill the void you felt due to not having someone around all the time. You weren’t ever fully into them, but you needed to feel something. That something was never itching that itch you had, though. The closeness you craved wasn’t strictly sexual.

“Yeah,” He mumbles, looking down at his socks, “I can’t uh… I can’t stop thinkin’ about you.”

It makes your heart grow 7 sizes to hear him say that. The guilt you anticipated feeling about sleeping with Joel never came. You instead missed him more than any other part of your 7 year relationship with his brother. 

“The feeling is mutual.”

The moment is shattered when you hear a pounding on the glass door. Sarah stands there in his pajamas, her toothbrush in her hand.

Joel signals her to open the door, which she does a bit too hard. The door shudders loudly as Sarah jumps over the threshold.

“Jesus kid,” Joel groans, setting his empty glass down on a table nearby, “What is it?”

“We should invite her to my soccer tournament this weekend!”

“Soccer tournament?”

Joel huffs, “She has a big tournament this weekend in Houston.”

“You should come!”

You shoot a look at Joel, “I mean, I am free. But is that okay with you? Are you guys staying somewhere?”

“Yeah, the Marriot downtown. Her whole team is stayin’ there. We have two beds in the room, so you could squeeze. Only if you want to.”

He was praying you’d say yes. 

“That’d be fun,” You drink the last drop of your wine, “Count me in.”

You want to think you’re doing it for Sarah, but truthfully, you were itching to get more time with Joel. You were almost positive you made plans with a guy from work this weekend, but you could care less about cancelling something if it meant you could get to stay in a fancy hotel with Joel and support Sarah from the sidelines. 

Sarah squeals in excitement, running outside barefoot to throw her arms around you. 

“I promise we will win!”

It sends you into a fit of giggles. 

“I’m sure you will, kiddo. Now get inside, your feet will get all gross without shoes on.”

Joel quips up, “Brush your teeth, then bed. ‘Ya hear me?”

She straightens up, saluting him like a solider dramatically, “Sir, yes, sir.”

You both watch her prance inside, giddy that you’d be around to watch her on the field. You can’t help but feel loved by the girl. She really made you feel important. 

Joel clears his throat, “You can say no to her, yanno?”

“No, I really can’t,” You scoot to the corner of the couch, pushing yourself off of it, “I should get going.”

“Yeah, I got a big day tomorrow,” Joel lies. He didn’t have a big day, he would literally be sitting in his truck thinking of you while his work crews do all the heavy lifting. He stands up to walk you out, wracking his brain if he should… hug you? Kiss you?

“Thank you for inviting me to dinner tonight. I guess I’ll see you guys this weekend? Will I just meet you here Friday evening so we can head out?”

“Yeah, planning on leaving around 5:30,” Joel explains, getting the sliding glass door for you, “We can just come by and get you.”

“Yeah don’t want Tommy to drive by and see my car in your driveway, right?”

“I could care less what Tommy’s thinks.”

part 3 coming soon

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Turning Pages - Chapter 2

Intrulogical bookshop au! Read the whole thing on ao3 here. 

Remus had walked by the bookshop at least three times before finding it. All because Roman’s dumb car broke down he was stuck carting his brother around. Eventually he did spot the shop Roman had gone off to (to annoy poor old Virgil of course, because bothering your boyfriend at work was peak romance, right?). It was a wooden storefront and a bell tingled as he opened the door, looking around as he was hit with that immediate paper smell. God no way that was just coming from the books, they had to have a candle or some shit lit somewhere. He glanced around, looking for his brother, but his eyes landed on someone much better. That man behind the counter was hot in a way Remus didn’t usually notice but goddamn, he was noticing now. His eyes lingered for a second before he raised his voice.

“Roman! If you don’t quit making out with Virgil against a bookshelf I’m gonna leave your ass here!” he said, shooting an annoying smile at his brother when he finally showed himself.

He looked around while Roman paid, not finding too much interesting until he joined him by the counter, taking another look at the man there. He was almost sure the guy’s name tag had been printed but nope...it was just painstakingly neat handwriting. Logan. Well, the face had a name.

“Nice to meet you, Specs,” he winked after Roman introduced him. “Now c’mon. If I don’t get to chase geese I’m throwing you in the pond.”

Roman bid the bookshop guy bye bye and finally they were back into the sweltering heat. Remus had commented earlier that if he had the chance he would 100% kick the Sun’s ass for making it so hot. And he stood by that. The two of them finished their day and Remus got to chase his geese like he wanted - until the geese started chasing him and then they went home. He couldn’t get that bookshop guy out of his head though for the rest of the day. Or the next day. Eventually he had to ask Roman what he knew.

“So, that bookshop dork. Specs,” he said, leaning against the doorframe of Roman’s bedroom. His brother was sitting on his bed with a sketchbook in his lap shooting him a questioning look.

“What about him?”

Remus took that as indication enough and he entered, sitting in Roman’s desk chair with a spin. “What do you know about him?”

“Logan? He’s a total stiff,” Roman laughed lightly. “Why do you care?”

“Hey, am I not allowed to be intrigued by people?”

“Not the way you get ‘intrigued’, no. Re, Logan won’t go for you. Hell, I’m pretty sure he only has eyes for that bookshop and the occasional biography,” Roman stated, adding a few more lines to his drawing.

“Once again, I am not lusting over a nerd who wants to fuck his books. I was just asking!” Remus said, putting his hands up in faux surrender before getting up. “At least I don’t spend my days there following the emo around like a lost puppy!”

And with that he slipped out of Roman’s room, laughing as shouts of protest followed him. Days passed and Remus went about his life until Saturday when he found himself at the thrift store that was right down the street from that bookshop. Well, surely it wouldn’t go hurt to visit. Right? He could have played it off as visiting Virgil, but Virgil didn’t work weekends so he was most likely back at Remus’ house with Roman. He got his excuse though when he reached the shop, a sign out front advertising that Patton’s Reading Circle was happening in about ten minutes. Ah, fate had given him impeccable timing today.

Remus pushed the door to the bookshop open, that same bell tingling. It wasn’t hard to spot where the book reading was going on. It was where the crowd of little kids and their tired looking parents were gathered. However he was keeping an eye out for a different spectacled bookshop employee. Logan wasn’t anywhere in eyesight though as Remus took a seat by the circle, figuring he had some time to kill anyway. Might as well learn why you shouldn’t give a mouse a cookie or whatever. He took a seat on the carpet with all the kids, blatantly ignoring the odd looks the parents gave him. He did accept the fruit snack offered by the kid next to him, leaning back on his hands as some guy in glasses came out holding a book and said hi to everyone. Remus figured that must be Patton. He looked like a total dork, but in a different way than the nerd Remus had come to see. His book reading wasn’t too shabby either, though it was far too vanilla for Remus’ taste. It ended and he clapped along with the kids, not moving from the carpet for a bit as kids joined their parents and either left or went to roam around the bookshop. It was a lot busier than the weekday Remus had been here before.

Eventually he stood up, going to a display and flipping through the book Patton had just read. It was very convincing that you should under no circumstances give a mouse a cookie. Remus’ attention fell away from that as he spotted a book on marine biology, leaving the cookie book on the display in a haphazard way. He picked up the marine book, flipping through. It had scientific illustrations...his favorite kind. It was like a grown up picture book!

“Can I help you find anything?” a familiar voice asked and when he looked up from his book there Logan was. Still as handsome as the day he saw him. “Oh, ah...Remus. Hello.”

“Howdy, Specs,” Remus grinned, happy this trip hadn’t been for naught. “How’s it going?”

“I’m quite adequate, thank you for asking,” Logan replied, his eyes glancing to the book in Remus’ hand. “That’s an excellent resource, it goes quite in depth on the flora and fauna of the bottom of the sea. Though personally I find all of that unsettling. If marine life is your thing we have lots of books on it.”

Remus almost could have laughed at that. Ah, such a salesman. He noticed Logan had a different tie on today, though it was still in shades of blue, this time a neat dot pattern instead of stripes.

“Maybe next time you’ll have to show me. I think for now I’ll just take this one since it's apparently an excellent resource,” he said, shutting the book. “I was also wondering if I could take you out for some coffee maybe. What time’s your break? I can hang around.”

Logan opened his mouth and closed it again before adjusting his glasses. “I appreciate the offer, Mr. Kingsley, however I have already had my break so I will have to pass. If you’re all set I can ring you up?”

“Yeah, I guess just the book then,” Remus shrugged, slightly shocked by being turned down, but not too discouraged.

As Logan was ringing him up, he felt his phone buzz in his back pocket, a text arriving from ‘Two Face’.

‘You coming today or no?’

Remus typed out a quick reply, watching Logan stick his book in a paper bag after sticking a bookmark between the pages for him.

‘Fnnshng smthng up, b thr soon. You want cffe? Usal?’

His texting was headache inducingly hard to decipher sometimes, but those close enough to get lots of texts from him had figured it out already. He got the buzz and the ‘yes’ as a reply, sliding a twenty over to Logan as payment. He stuck the change in the near empty jar on the counter that read Employee Book Fund with a smiley face under it.

“Thanks for the book, Specs. I’ll be sure to let you know how I like it,” Remus promised, gripping the paper bag in a fist. “Have a good one.”

“Goodbye, Remus,” Logan bid him farewell, motioning for the next guest in line to come forward.

Remus was off to the coffee shop first, getting the two drink orders before heading over to Janus’ house. Oh he had tea...and not just the kind he had just gotten from the coffee shop (because of course Janny drank tea). No, he had to gush all about this bookstore boy that he definitely had a crush on at this point.

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‘cause right now you're mine

set in this verse

THURSDAY, APRIL 2nd

Dean 12:01 You didn’t tell me you led Carver Prep’s quiz bowl team???

Castiel 12:15 It’s in the middle of the school day and you’re texting. What kind of example are you setting for your students?

Castiel 12:16 I didn’t tell you because it wasn’t relevant.

Dean 12:17 Haha smartass I’m having lunch in my office Youre texting me back so i see right through you And of course it’s freaking relevant

Castiel 12:20 How?

Dean 12:21 Because I got tapped to coach Edlund High's quiz bowl team this morning!

Castiel 12:21 Oh no.

Dean 12:30 Oh no is right buddy

Castiel 12:37 I thought you coached the softball team.

Dean 12:37 I can do both You’re dating a very talented man

Castiel 12:49 I know that. I just didn’t know it extended to quiz bowls and softball in addition to blow jobs and breaking and entering places to give blow jobs.

Dean 12:52 What the fuck is wrong with you I’m in school! My lunch hour is almost over I’ll have to get up from my desk very soon This is all your fault

Castiel 12:59 :)

Dean 1:00 Just for that No blow jobs for you tonight

Castiel 1:07 :(

 MONDAY, APRIL 6th

Dean 11:55 I bet I can grade more midterms than you today

Castiel 11:58 I know better than to make bets with you, Dean Winchester.

Dean 12:03 It was just a kiss I bet you’re just pissed you lost

Castiel 12:04 I can’t engage in PDA in front of my niece and one of my students at a school event!

Dean 12:04 Youre such a prude

Castiel 12:06 Unlike some teachers, I maintain boundaries between my personal and professional life.

Dean 12:07 Prude.

Castiel 12:09 Did you text me on a Monday afternoon just to harass me about my reluctance to kiss my boyfriend in front of minors?

Dean 12:11 Huh Boyfriend

Castiel 12:20 Dean?

Dean 12:21 What?

Castiel 12:22 Is everything okay?

Dean 12:23 Other than *my boyfriend* refusing to even entertain the idea of a friendly wager?

Castiel 12:23 Yes, other than that.

Dean 12:23 No

Castiel 12:25 That’s good. You scared me for a second.

Dean 12:26 I did?

Castiel 12:26 Are you okay with being my boyfriend? The long gap between our messages made me realize we haven’t talked about it before.

Dean 12:27 I mean it’s a little weird My 16 year old students have boyfriends “boyfriend” seems a little I don’t know Juvenile We’re not 16 anymore, Cas Thank god.

Castiel 12:30 Would you prefer “partner”?

Castiel 12:31 It’s just whenever I hear someone call their significant other “partner” I can never tell if they are talking about their life partner, same-sex partner, police partner, or if they are cowboys. That was a joke! Ignore this. I remember how much you like Westerns. “Partners” is off the table.

Dean 12:31 HOWDY YALL THIS IS MY PARTNER CAS

Castiel 12:31 Please never introduce me to someone like this.

Dean 12:32 Only if you watch Tombstone with me tonight

Castiel 12:33 Can I still grade my midterms?

Dean 12:35 You’re killing me here Cas Yes

Castiel 12:40 I’m your huckleberry

 SUNDAY, APRIL 12th

Castiel 2:19 Good luck with the softball game today!

Dean 2:21 You’d better make it up for me for missing this one Its the semifinals

Castiel 2:22 I will. Say “hi” to Claire for me.

Dean 2:27 What the hell? Why is she here? We’re not even playing Carver

Castiel 2:29 She has a crush on Kaia Nieves

Dean 2:30 Ohhhhh That explains a lot

Castiel 2:30 She thinks she’s being subtle.

Dean 2:37 I see that runs in the family Subtle as a brick wall. All of you.

Castiel 2:38 Excuse me, you had no idea about my feelings for you back in high school.

Dean 2:49 So? Charlie said you were obvious as fuck But it didn’t matter since I was a dumbass

Castiel 2:50 I prefer oblivious Less dumb Less ass

Dean 2:57 How dare you My ass is a goddamn gift. You take that back right now

Castiel 2:59 Of course. Don’t you have a game to coach?

Dean 3:01 Shit you’re right

 TUESDAY, APRIL 14th

Castiel 11:18 I know how I can make up for missing that last softball game last weekend

Dean 12:01 Sorry The kids called me out for texting you 5 mins before the bell last time How the hell did i get stuck with a class full of narcs

Castiel 12:03 It’s probably karma For all the rule breaking you did in school

Dean 12:05 Hey I wasn’t that bad

Castiel 12:05 You frequently defaced school desks and returned library books after their due date.

Dean 12:06 I’m dating a narc too???

Castiel 12:07 You didn’t ask what I have planned.

Dean 12:07 OK i’ll bite What do you have planned babe? Please tell me it’s not another documentary on bees That was depressing The grand canyon one was cool though

Castiel 12:10 Speaking of narcs

Dean 12:10 This doesn’t sound good

Castiel 12:11 When I had to get my extra copy of Camus from my car, I stumbled on Miriam at the edge of the parking lot with a few more students. They were skipping class and smoking marijuana. Naturally, I reported them to the administration.

Dean 12:13 Not helping your not-a-narc case

Castiel 12:13 They received detention for skipping class.

Dean 12:13 And the drugs?

Castiel 12:13 I may have neglected to report the drug use.

Dean 12:14 Seriously?

Castiel 12:14 I still confiscated it. Research evidence shows marijuana has negative effects on the developing brain.

Dean 12:14 I guess that’s fair

Dean 12:15 Hang on Do you still have it? OUR brains are old as balls Seriously, are you telling me you have weed now?

Castiel 12:15 Surprise?  I can throw it out if you’d prefer to do something else tonight.

Dean 12:15 Dont you dare!!! I’m going to get a six pack on the way home, download the last Star Wars, and we’re gonna do this right Your place or mine?

Castiel 12:16 I have been neglecting laundry lately. Yours?

Dean 12:16 You’re on This is going to be so awesome

 WEDNESDAY, APRIL 15th

Dean 12:06 Did you really mean to invite me to dinner with your brother?

Castiel 12:09 I didn’t mean to bring it up when we were high, but the invitation still stands. Claire told him we were together. He wants to meet you.

Dean 12:11 Oh

Castiel 12:11 You do not have to say yes.

Dean 12:13 I’ll go It just took me by surprise

Castiel 12:13 I don’t want to pressure you.

Dean 12:14 Youre not pressuring me

Castiel 12:14 Are you sure?

Dean 12:16 Look, I just know your relationship with your brother is complicated And I don’t want to stick my foot in it By accident or some other way

Castiel 12:20 We’re in a better place than I’d like to admit. I spent a long time resenting Jimmy for the time he had with Father. But it wasn’t his fault Father was a bastard who had a second family he preferred to be with. Jimmy was barely in middle school when Father started going on his “business trips”

Dean 12:21 Jesus christ You told me bit about it back in high school But I didn’t realize it was a second family situation

Castiel 12:21 Mother kept it from us for years. I still haven’t forgiven her for it.

Dean 12:21 Are you OK?

Castiel 12:22 I’m fine. It was a long time ago.

Dean 12:22 That stuff takes a long time to get over.

Castiel 12:22 I suppose.

Dean 12:23 Is it okay if you stay at mine tonight?

Castiel 12:24 Our next date isn’t until Friday

Dean 12:24 I don’t want to wait until Friday to see you

Castiel 12:27 Can you pick me up at Carver at 4pm?

Dean 12:27 You got it More time with you and my baby Win-win!

 FRIDAY, APRIL 24th

Dean 11:51 Are you sure what I usually wear to school is OK?

Castiel 11:53 You texted me nine minutes early?

Dean 11:53 Shut up I had to bribe my kids For NINE extra minutes Friggin tyrants

Castiel 11:54 What did they extort from you?

Dean 11:54 I promised to throw out their lowest pop quiz grade

Castiel 11:54 That isn’t too bad.

Dean 11:54 I was already planning on doing it

Castiel 11:55 Clever of you.

Dean 11:56 You’re not just dating a pretty face But getting back to dinner with your brother Is a regular button up OK? The tie hides most of the sloppy joe stain

Castiel 11:56 I’m sure you look very handsome

Dean 11:57 I can’t tell if you’re being sarcastic or not

Castiel 11:57 I rarely manage sarcasm in-person. What makes you think I would attempt it over text?

Dean 11:58 Good point

Castiel 11:58 You’re a very good-looking man, Dean. I’ve known this since we were 15.

Dean 11:59 Stop it you’re making me blush

Castiel 12:01 It’s the truth.

Dean 12:04 Alright, alright I’m already sleeping with you No need to butter me up

Dean 12:05 It’s just I remember how you used to talk about him The perfect big brother

Castiel 12:07 More like the perfect student and perfect son. Jimmy was honestly too busy to be much of a brother. The 11 year age difference didn’t help. When I was in high school, he already had the perfect nuclear family on the way.

Dean 12:07 Exactly

Castiel 12:08 Exactly what?

Dean 12:08 You’re lucky I know you And I know you’re not drawing this out on purpose Look, i want to make a good impression, OK? he seems like a hard guy to please.

Castiel 12:09 I That’s very admirable of you, but it’s entirely unnecessary.

Dean 12:10 He’s your family

Castiel 12:11 And I understand family is very important to you, but it isn’t the same with me. It would be very nice if dinner goes well, but if it does not, I will not care in the slightest.

Dean 12:11 Really?

Castiel 12:11 Truly.

 SATURDAY, APRIL 25th

11:16 I’m sorry for my dad.

Dean 11:17 Who is this? 

11:20 Claire Novak

Dean 11:21 How did you get this number?

Claire 11:23 Alex Jones

Dean 11:24 How did Alex get my number???

Claire 11:24 It was on the softball permission forms How did you not know this Didn’t you draft them?

Dean 11:25 It’s been a while I’m a very busy man

Claire 11:25 Sure. Anyway, my dad was a dick.  Totally out of line last night

Dean 11:26 Shouldn’t you be texting Cas about this?

Claire 11:26 I don’t have his number

Dean 11:26 Cas wasn’t kidding when he said you guys weren’t close

Claire 11:27 Nope.

Dean 11:27 Well I am very close with my brother He’s a lawyer out in California

Claire 11:27 Good for you???

Dean 11:29 It doesn’t sit right with me that Cas doesn't have a real relationship with his family

Claire 11:31 That seems like Uncle Castiels business

Dean 11:33 But Jimmy isn’t Cas’s only family SO if you ever need a place to crash, i’m always available

Claire 11:35 Maybe my dad was right And you’re secretly a perv I’m not staying with you you freak

Dean 11:35 Jesus christ, I’m trying to say, if ALEX isn’t the only girl on Edlund's softball team you’re getting buddy-buddy with, it’s fine You should get a chance to explore that part of being a teenager While STAYING SAFE But don’t let your parents stand in the way of that side of your life

Claire 11:41 Dad wouldn’t kick me out

Dean 11:42 Maybe not. But if you are at all uncomfortable, just give cas a call I’ll forward you his contact info now

 “I might have told Claire she’s always welcome at my place if she comes out to her parents,” Dean says as he pockets his phone. He turns his back on the pile of sparkling clean dishes drying on the rack by Cas's sink. Dean adds, “Hopefully she’ll ask you before she goes to me.”

They hadn't really discussed the disaster of a dinner with Jimmy and Claire. A few tense words on the drive back to Cas's house, a tacit acknowledgement in the morning not to mention it until after coffee and breakfast. But then Cas brought out his homework for the weekend, even while last night's argument scratches at the back of his mind like a fly trapped in a windowless room. So Dean did the dishes and texted Claire.

Cas looks up from his juniors’ final exams. “You were talking to Claire?”

“She texted me first,” Dean says defensively.

Cas sighs and caps his pen. It’s blue, because red pen, according to Cas, is too traumatizing a grading implement. “I’m very sorry about last night.”

Dean waves his apology off. “You warned me it could go sideways.”

Cas’s brow furrows. “Still,” he says slowly, “I told my mother and Jimmy I was gay a few years ago. I think it was easy for them to ignore it as long as I didn’t have a boyfriend in the picture.”

Dean fiddles with a dishrag as he hovers by the sink. “Was Jimmy a jackass to your other boyfriends?”

“What others?” Cas asks wryly. “None of them were ever serious enough to pique Jimmy’s interest.”

“Really?”

Cas nods and gestures for Dean to take a seat at the kitchen table next to him. He holds out his hand, which Dean takes, bemused. “I don’t know why Jimmy thought religion was an appropriate introductory dinner topic. I could tell he was trying to genuinely understand our… lifestyle, to use his word, but-”

“I got angry,” Dean says looking down at their clasped hands.

“You didn’t say anything I wasn't thinking,” Cas says simply. “I’m glad you reached out to Claire.”

“It seems like she needed it.”

“She doesn’t have a lot of adults in her life she can rely on to be in her corner,” Cas says diplomatically. “I’ve tried, over the years, but I can’t relate to her at all.”

Dean laughs. “Of course not. Teenage rebellion wasn’t really your style.”

“Ah yes, of course,” Cas says, his voice dry as chalk, “you’d be the perfect person to talk to her. The cool kids speak their own language. How could I forget?”

Dean smirks. “It’s full of references you don’t get.”

“Don’t remind me,” Cas says darkly.

Dean leans in for a kiss. Eyes dancing, as he whispers, “Relax, babe. You were always the coolest kid in school to me."

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[kirinda-ondo]

Rant/tell me about Cobalt and why u love him so much??

Ok so this is probably going to get very long, and very, very cheesy, and I hope y’all are ready for this.

Cobalt is a very special character to me and is absolutely my favorite character of all time, from anything in the history of ever. It doesn’t matter what other fandom I’m hyperfixated on or what character I’m saying is my son at the moment, if you bring him up at any time, in any context I will be there.

So you’re probably wondering how I got here.

Once upon a time, it was 2009 and I was a young weeaboo, constantly absorbing everything anime or manga I could. I had just come out from the Astro Boy movie, and I immediately wanted to watch the source material. I’d already seen a bit of it on adult swim when they were running an Astro Boy marathon, but I had to go to bed at 11:30 then so I didn’t get to see much. So this time, I went to youtube and I found all the (dubbed) episodes of the 60s series. (Sadly you can’t find them all there anymore and it’s a crying shame).

I basically marathoned them, but over in the sidebar where the recommendations were, I kept seeing the thumbnail for part 2 or 3 (this was back when youtube only let you post 10 minute videos and you had to watch anime in 3 parts) of the episode “Brother Jetto.” You could plainly see him, and so it was clear this was supposed to be Astro’s brother. I thought it was neat that Astro even had a brother, as I’d only known about Uran before. I wanted to know more, but I promised myself I wouldn’t skip ahead. Though it was very tempting at times, I stuck to my guns and watched all 83 episodes up to that point.

However, it was not actually love at first sight. When I finally got to this episode 84, I wasn’t really impressed. “Wow, he’s kind of annoying, what’s the point?” I had thought like a fool, but I was still willing to accept him as part of the canon, as I figured I’d be seeing a lot more of him now that he had been introduced. After all, that’s what they did with Uran! But then…. that pretty much didn’t happen at all, which I thought was kind of weird. After all, why introduce a new sibling if he’s not going to show up again?

But then I got to the episode “A Deep, Deep Secret” about 6 episodes later, and I found myself a little relieved that he wasn’t completely canned. Upon watching that episode, I’d found that he’d started to grow on me a bit, but he still wasn’t my favorite. However, the trend of him being gone for several episodes only to show up once in a blue moon continued until I’d run out of episodes. I moved on to the 80s series next (and then the 2003 series) having learned that Cobalt had been replaced by Atlas as Astro’s brother. While I enjoyed those series (the 80s one a bit moreso than the 2003 one), I found myself kind of missing Astro’s dingus brother that had barely seemed to get a chance. After marathoning all the series (at the time), I started doing some googling and found out he had a slightly better run in the undubbed Japanese episodes (which was also how I discovered AB-O! Hi fandom!) and I’d learned a lot more about him. But the most important thing I’d learned was that I was in fact very emotionally invested in this character now and I was in deep.

Mind you at this time the undubbed Japanese episodes were nearly impossible to find without purchasing the complete DVD set and a player that could play them (on account of the fact that the set was region locked from western DVD players) so for years I sat wondering more about what those Japanese episodes were like, as the forums only had plot summaries with a handful of screencaps to go off of. Nowadays you can watch all the undubbed (and sadly unsubbed) episodes here but 13 year old me did not have the knowledge to do foreign language googling at the time.

But still, my Cobalt-loving heart wanted more, so I scoured the English speaking internet for whatever I could find, official or fanmade. Official content was virtually nonexistent, and the amount of fanmade content, I could count on one hand. The general fan consensus at the time seemed to be “Who the hell is Cobalt” or “Eh, whatever,” which was a far cry from how it is now. But being horribly deprived back then, I did the only thing I could: I combed through the dub for every episode he was in, coming up with a whopping total of…..four (well technically five but in that one he’s literally only in the last five seconds with no animation or lines), and I watched them religiously. I could pretty much quote Cobalt’s debut episode by heart. (For the record I can no longer do this to the extent I used to, but should the opportunity arise, I can still quote large chunks of it).

As I did this and learned more about him in my desperate googling, I started developing jokes for what would become my first silly comics, for which I am known in this fandom for. The art and writing for these was….. painful, to say the least, so I don’t even like to think about it, but as I’d already had a decently sized following from drawing silly (read: bad) Sonic comics, they caught on decently well, and I’d even managed to drag my friend and son down with me into Cobalt Hell™. Together, we made a group for Cobalt fans on deviantart (which is still up, but I no longer run it, as I deactivated the account that modded it without transferring ownership, so now it’s likely a wild west hellscape that I’m a little scared to look at).

This seemed to help do the trick though, as Cobalt fans were slowly coming out of the woodwork and appreciating this good boy. On and off I’d spread my yelling about Cobalt (and my silly drawings) to different platforms like the Astro Boy forums and tumblr, and even as I got into different things, after awhile, things kinda grew without me. Now I’m not gonna be out here claiming I built this city myself with my own two hands, as a lot of people got dragged into this hell of their own accord, but I do like to think my, umm….passion at least helped generate some interest, and I can’t help but be proud of how far this fandom has come from “Who the hell is Cobalt” to “Look at this good boy, I love him” and literally all the other Cobalt fans I’ve met have been the coolest people (in general, not just because of their good taste).

I think what really changed my life though was when AprilSeven, a mod on the Astro Boy forum and also probably the original Cobalt fan, as she’d seen the 60s version back when it was originally airing, finally got a hold of the undubbed Japanese episodes, and graciously allowed me and a few of the other big-name Cobalt fans get in on that action, and boy howdy, the screenshots and plot summaries really did not do these episodes justice (at least in terms of Cobalt content). My understanding of him as a character expanded like tenfold, and my appreciation of him expanded even more than that.

…Which brings me into a nice segue in which I shift more into just exactly why I like Cobalt so much. Yes, there’s more. I warned y'all, this was gonna be a Pandora’s Box that could not be closed once it was opened.

I honestly just find him a joy to watch. A lot of what made him grow on me was just how funny he is. I’m a sucker for comic relief characters in general, and he has a personality that lends itself to comedy. In the anime version, he’s literally introduced right out the gate as being kind of a dingus. He’s naive, he’s way too trusting of obviously suspicious people, he’s easily confused, he’s easily distracted, he’s a klutz, and he just… regularly destroys the laws of physics and/or the fourth wall just because. Sometimes he also gets weird ideas in his head to do things that could have been done a completely different, easier way and weirdly enough, it actually kind of winds up working? It’s so fun to watch him approach problems because he’s just… so far out there sometimes.

But beyond being absolutely weird and hilarious, he’s just a really sweet kid. He doesn’t like to fight, he wants to make friends with everyone and everything, he will drop literally anything he’s doing, no matter how important it is, to help someone in need, he’s good with babies and small children and puppies (sometimes), he would fight (and sacrifice himself) for his family, and just means well even if he tends to bungle things up and make them worse sometimes. Honestly, and this is gonna sound dumb, but he helped me be a better person. I used to be an absolute asshole when I was younger, but once I’d gotten into Cobalt Hell™, I was like “I wanna be that sweet and good (but with a better sense of stranger danger)” and I made that effort and did that shit.

That being said though, he’s not perfect, and I wouldn’t want him to be. His flaws, though they kind of give him the short end of the stick in life, are a lot of why I find him so endearing. All the naivety and confusion and general lack of coordination I mentioned before aside, he’s honestly just really relatable. He’ll say jokes so bad that Uran wants to punch him, he’ll opt out of the plot because he doesn’t want to get out of bed, he’ll fight with his siblings over silly petty things, he’ll get frustrated if he tries something and it doesn’t go his way, he’ll absolutely partake in his siblings’ mischief (if not start it sometimes), and just so much more. He just feels like a kid you would know (or maybe a kid that you were at one point) and I really appreciate that about him.

Unfortunately, the canon was not kind to Cobalt, and I think a lot of that comes from Osamu Tezuka just… not knowing what to do with him after making him? Like in the manga, he was just kind of created as a really rushed contingency plan because they thought Astro was missing. Sure, he was taken in as part of the family afterward, but not many appearances later, he was killed off in a firey explosion… Until Tezuka decided to change his mind and let him live in the end. His grave’s still there though. He gets to see it. I know it’s a framing device to explain the circumstances of Cobalt’s retconned death but it’s kind of fucked up to let a boy see his own grave..

Even being brought back, Cobalt didn’t get to do very much. He’d get some good scenes with Uran, but a lot of the time, he was sort of just relegated to filling up space in the background, provided he actually survived til the end of the chapter. When he wasn’t getting forgotten by the plot and thusly zapped out of existence, he would wind up sacrificing himself in some way that wouldn’t allow him to continue to take part in the plot anymore (be it parts, energy, etc.) The most painfully egregious example of this is in the chapter “Youth Gas.” Astro and Cobalt are convinced to fight each other to the “death.” They’re not really dead, but Ochanomizu says they are and can’t be repaired. At first, there’s mourning for “two of the world’s greatest robots,” but then we see a funeral service in which only Astro’s body is shown and his parents are only mourning him, completely forgetting Cobalt exists. He’s never seen again for the rest of the chapter. Now I would assume this is just a writing mistake, but it really does make it look like Cobalt’s own parents wouldn’t even bat an eye if he died, so there’s that.

The anime isn’t quite as horrible, and it is kind enough to give Cobalt a more prominent role once he finally shows up (even getting a handful of focus episodes!), but he doesn’t go unscathed either. In this version, he has the misfortune of being created by Dr. Umataro “Father of the Year” Tenma before Astro was made and was scrapped because, to quote dub!Ochan, “his electronic brain wasn’t as perfect as Dr. [Tenma] wanted.” (read: he thought Cobalt was a dumbass). Cobalt is eventually found and brought into the family, but because he still winds up not being relevant to the plot a lot of the time, he is once again zapped out of the existence and looks like a victim of child neglect. As a result, he gets left out of family vacations and holidays, even in favor of Chi-tan, who is usually even higher on the scale of irrelevant Astro Boy characters. Unlike Astro, Cobalt doesn’t have any consistent friends to even remotely justify what he could possibly be doing offscreen by himself, so it just kind of implies a very sad and lonely existence in-universe.

And of course, the final, meta blow that literally every fan of Cobalt is still despairing about to this day: basically being yeeted out of the canon. After the 60s series, he disappeared off the face of the earth until 2015 when some lovely soul decided to bring him back for Peeping Life TV: Season 1?? (The question marks are part of the title). He’d be referenced again a couple years later in Atom: The Beginning, and will be here for the game Eshigami no Kizuna sometime in 2019 as a… moe anime girl. That’s a little weird, but I’m hoping these sorts of weird appearances will mean a trend toward putting him back in the canon (and hopefully being treated better).

It just hurts my heart to see such a good character get treated like this by canon. He deserves way better and it just seems really clear to me that Tezuka didn’t really know what to do with him. I feel like he has a lot of potential as a character, though. Regardless of what origin you pick for him, Cobalt is essentially existing as a worse version of Astro. I feel like you could have some good character development regarding how he would feel about himself in relation to Astro in sort of a parallel to how Astro might feel about himself in relation to Tobio, the person he was based off of. You could go some neat places with these sort of questions about identity and expectations, I think. Or if you want to just do something funny because your character arcs are getting too real now, you can just let Cobalt do some silly shit. He’s a versatile character!

I’ve done all this rambling and now I’m not really sure how to wrap all this up, so umm

Cobalt is a good boy and deserves better, please hire me Tezuka Productions, and thank you for coming to my TED Talk

#cobalt collection #kateh rambles #i feel like there's probably more i could have rambled about believe it or not but this is already so long.......

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Impure

Hello hello hello I am not dead and still am capable of writing lmao. Here’s 1.5k to make up for it?

Summary:  Blood is naturally clear and as thin as water. It darkens and thickens with each impure act. Patton has always dedicated himself to doing good and helping people- but suddenly his blood is black and so thick it doesn't drip.

Warnings: blood mention (obviously), self-harm, swearing (I am incapable of writing non-swearing Patton)

Pairing(s): logicality, blink-and-you-miss-it prinxiety

Word Count: 1530

Tag List: @ccecode @ren-allen @emo-sanders-sides-loving-unicorn@ilovemygaydad @bloodropsblog @funsizedgremlin @raygelkitty @roxiefox23 @thomasthesandersengine @echomist13

"Ow! Crap!" Patton muttered as his needle splintered, piercing his finger. Dropping the beanie he was knitting to donate to his local homeless shelter, he held his hand up to the light to remove the bit of wood stuck in his finger. When black ooze squeezed through the wound, as it was far too thick to describe it any other way, he let out a series of decidedly impure swear words.

Everyone knew that everyone is born with clear blood that runs like water, and every rude, immoral, selfish, or impure act makes it darker and thicker. Some people, of course, didn't care, but and others, like Patton, did as much good as they could possibly do. The state of one's blood was, of course, not without consequences. Employers made hiring and pay decisions based on blood state, landlords could deny you a lease if your blood is too thick. However, this is not a problem for the vast majority of people. Studies showed that the average adult living a decent life, not doing anything atrocious, had blood like maple syrup- medium in color and slightly thicker than water.

Patton was not "the average adult". Even before he learned about what was colloquially known as "The Blood Thing", he did as much good as he possibly could. Three years ago, when he got his job and apartment, his blood was clean- the phlebotomist who drew the samples told him that they'd never seen an adult with blood so clean. So what happened? I've been good! How could my blood go from clean to… this?  There was only one way to find out- he needed to go to the Hall of Records, where every impure action is recorded.

-

Half an hour later, the Hall of Records loomed above him, cold and judgemental. He took a deep breath and walked through the heavy oak doors.

"Greetings. Welcome to the Hall of Records. How may I be of assistance?" Patton jumped, not noticing the man behind the reception desk.

"Howdy, Logan!", Patton said, reading the man's nameplate. "I'd love to take a little peek at my Record if I could. It's a pleasure to meet you!"

"It, um, is a pleasure to meet you as well. Most people don't want to look at their Record; they see it as a…. list of personal failures, as it were. May I ask why you'd like to see yours?" Logan seemed embarrassed to ask, and Patton couldn't help but notice how adorable the man's blush was.

"Of course, kiddo! There was just a little change in my blood, and I can't seem to think of what might have caused it."

"Hmm, I see. Very unusual. Yes, I would very much enjoy helping you solve this mystery."

"Ha! Solving a mystery! Like Sherlock Holmes!"

"I- I suppose one could see it that way," Logan replied, blushing even more, "Can I get your name, so we can locate your Record?"

"Oh my, so rude of me not to introduce myself! I'm Patton, Patton Sanders."

"Sanders? What a coincidence- my best friend's surname is also Sanders. First name Virgil; do you know him, by any chance?"

"Yes! He's my baby brother! Which means you must be the Records keeper he's always talking about! Man, he looks up to you so much. What a coincidence! Small world, eh?"

"He- he does? Highly illogical; I am, as they say, a 'disaster gay'. Perhaps I should talk to him, clear up this obvious confusion." Logan muttered.

"Oh no, I've mucked it all up, haven't I? Please don't tell him I told you that; he'd never forgive me."

"Very well, I would hate to sow familial strife. Now, shall we go retrieve your Record?"

"Thank you so much, kiddo! Yes, please! Allons-y!"

"D- Doctor Who?"

"Yes!! Virge never told me you're a Whovian too! Isn't Ten just the best? He's just so- oh my, look at me, going on when we have work to do!"

"In- indeed. If you'll follow me, your Record is this way." If Patton noticed how well Logan filled out his dress slacks, well, his blood couldn't get much worse, could it?

A few minutes later, Logan stopped at one of the immense bookcases and grabbed a thin volume clearly labeled "Patton Sanders".

"Here we are- your Record."

"It's so thin! How could my blood be- never mind."

"Patton, I know we just met, but there seems to be more going on than simple curiosity about a small change in your blood. May I ask what's truly going on?"

"I- okay. Virge trusts you, and I trust his judgment. The last time my blood was checked, three years ago, my blood was clean. I'm not bragging, it just was. I pricked my finger this morning, and my blood is black sludge. I can't figure out what I did so wrong, and a Record this thin… I must have done something truly horrible, and I don't know if I can live with myself if I did something that bad. What you don't know can't hurt you."

"Falsehood. If I may, ignorance is not bliss. Knowledge is an incomparably valuable multi-purpose tool that is instrumental in identifying and solving any problem. If you're worried about getting hurt, then seek knowledge. It is our greatest weapon... and our greatest defense. I strongly believe that it is best that you know, and if it truly is as bad as you fear, you have the support of your brother… and me."

"Wow, Logan, that was beautiful. You're right. Okay, let's see what happened." Patton opened the book, and across the first page, in big, bold, red letters, simply read "GAY". He frantically flipped through the rest of the pages- Yeah, I came out last year, but this can't be it. It's not impure or wrong to be gay. Love is love. They're wrong. There must be something else. And there was. On the final page, even bigger text read, "TRANSGENDER".

"No! No. NO. This is wrong. This is what's wrong. Not me. This isn't fair, this isn't correct. NO." Patton screamed, a yell of pure rage and frustration and pain.

"Pa- Patton? What happened?" Logan asked, voice soft and concerned.

"Here. Look at it. Apparently, I'm the worst kind of person, someone who deserves this filth in my veins, for being gay and nonbinary."

"WHAT? No. Impossible. This can't be."

"Who even decides what's 'pure' or not? What asshole decided that I'm so disgusting?"

"I- I don't know. I've never been able to find any concrete information. This can't be. Then I... " Logan took his keys from his pocket, white as a sheet. With a small cry of pain, he drew his key across his arm, drawing blood. But it was hardly blood. It was sludge, barely flowing, practically a solid.

"Oh, Logan. Mine is the same. This is unfair. Is there anything we can do? You're so smart, do you know if there's an appeals process or anything?"

"Oh, um, uh, that's really sweet of you, Patton. And, uh, not- not that I know of. We don't even know who we could appeal to." Logan stuttered, blushing furiously.

"Okay, well, then there's only one thing we can do, as I see it."

"What is that?"

"Fuck the system. I've been living for the cleanest blood I can, but apparently, that's impossible given who I am. So fuck it. I'm done living for the system. From this point on, I live for myself. Do good because it's a good thing to do, not worry every second about doing something wrong."

"That sounds excellent. Perhaps we can spread the word about this, raise awareness. Obviously, the powers that be keep tabs on us; if we can create enough public outcry, they might change their minds."

"Logan that's brilliant! I could kiss you! And I know where to start! My friend Roman is an actor- maybe I can get him to say something, use his position of influence to start the conversation!"

"That… sounds like an excellent plan. And, uh, for the record, I would not necessarily be opposed to you kissing me."

"I…"

"Pardon me. That was unprofessional and completely uncalled for and I apologize. I don't know what came over me- I understand if you don't want to see-" Logan was cut off by Patton's lips against his, sweet and brief.

"It didn't make me uncomfortable. I like you, Logan, and if we're gonna have this crap in our veins, we might as well deserve it. Let me give you my number, and let's get dinner some time?"

"I'd love that."

----

Ultimately, nothing changed. LGBT+ people still had the worst blood anyone had ever seen. But society changed. Over the years, the Love is Clean campaign got politicians elected who made blood analysis for jobs, housing, and anything else illegal. People, in general, stopped caring about their blood. Some still did, of course, but overall, Patton Sanders and Logan Fowler, along with Virgil Sanders and Roman Prince, made the world a better place. Both pairs lived happily ever after, knowing they'd done more good with the worst blood than anyone with blood like water.

#logicality #sanders sides #logan sanders #patton sanders #sanders sides fan fic #my writing #human au #roman sanders #virgil sanders

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Monster Summer Mash: Surface Road Trip

This is legit the longest oneshot I’ve written for this event wow-

Partially dedicated to @thelazyhermits for your love of the Gaster Bros (and also taking the inspo of the bros travelling) and @ut-stuff, because I know you like G. ^v^

I hope everyone enjoys reading this as much as I liked writing it. <3

(Also may or may not write more for this idea later-)

Your parents may not approve of you going on your little cross-country trip, but in your opinion, this was the best choice you could have made. The sense of freedom you gain from driving along the wide open stretches of country road, elbow resting on the rolled-down window sill of your old RV and wind in your face and radio turned up loud, is more more than you could have ever asked for. Things were so stifling back home, but here, you could do and go wherever you wanted, experience new things, and no one could tell you not to.

Your trip had started three weeks back. You were tired of being stuck inside for such a gorgeous summer, so you had called in your unused vacation days, packed up your bags, and broke out your parents’ untouched RV. You were gone within a night, and so far, you hadn’t regretted a moment of it.

About the only thing you missed were the people, especially when you were on a road like this without much to distract you. You’d kept in contact with any friends via social media, but beyond messaging a few of your closer friends, you tried to stay away from such apps. The last thing you wanted were your parents breathing down your neck, disappointed in you for dropping everything to “live like a hooligan.”

You were plenty civilized still, thank you very much. It could be worse. You could have decided not to take the RV and just walk out with only the clothes on your back and live in alleys for the duration of your trip.

You’re pulled from your thoughts by the honk of a car in front of you. It’s a cute little white van with several children in it, from what you can tell. They’re honking at the cars in front of them, who have slowed down for some reason. You stick your head out the window, curious about what’s causing such a ruckus.

Oh. It’s a pair of people, standing on the edge of the road, thumbs out in the universal sign of hitchhiking. From what you can tell, they’re wearing giant straw sun hats and dark coats, which you don’t understand, given the fact that it’s so hot out.

For a moment, it looks like the car might let them on, but then they simply start driving again. Their thumbs falter minutely, but remain stubbornly in the air. The next several cars drive past as well, leaving you feeling sorry for the poor pair loitering on the side of the road. However, as you pull forward, you think you understand why the others rolled past them.

It’s a pair of monsters. Skeletons, from the look of it, with a pair of matching scars and the same grim look of determination. The taller of the two has a long, black coat, a grey turtleneck sweater, and fancy black slacks. A pair of forest-green irises float in the black expanse of his sockets, though the one in his right-which is sagging-is much smaller and dimmer. He does not look like he belongs on the side of the road with a crappy straw sunhat. His companion is dressed almost similarly, with a cream sweater and a black, cropped jacket with the sleeves rolled up. A pair of tight black jeans and a brilliant yellow eye finish off his look. He gives you a lopsided grin from beneath his sunhat. Both of them are carrying a heavy backpack, and Yellow-Eye has a guitar case resting at his feet.

Smiling down at them, you lean out the window, reaching over blindly to shut off the radio. “Howdy, strangers. You two look like you could use a lift.” You jerk your thumb at your vehicle, throwing in an enticing wink. “I’ve got a real nice rig here. Got full plumbing and everything.”

They seem very surprised you’re actually willing to offer them a ride. Yellow-Eye gives you a look of thinly-veiled suspicion, drawling, “Uh, heh, you sure about that, buddy? It doesn’t bother you that we’re, y’know, monsters?” Wow, that’s a nice voice.

“If it bothered me, I wouldn’t have offered,” you reply, unable to stop yourself from chuckling. He still doesn’t look convinced, so you decide to throw in, “Of course, if you really don’t wanna trust me, I don’t blame you-no offense taken. I’ll just be on my way, in my nice, air conditioned, comfortable, fully stocked RV…”

You watch them exchange glances. Yellow-Eye holds up a finger and grabs Green-Eye, turning him so they can huddle together and whisper. You rest your chin on your arm, watching them with an amused grin. You can tell how badly Green-Eye wants to get out of the heat, and Yellow-Eye looks like he hasn’t had a decent nap in years. These poor saps are in bad need of a break, and you’re more than willing to give it to them.

Finally, they turn back to you and grin. “Think we’re gonna take you up on that, buddy. Thanks for the lift,” Yellow-Eye says, reaching down to grab his guitar and adjust his bag.

You sit up, smiling wider. “Hey, it’s my pleasure, friend. Bring your stuff on around, I’ll let you in through the side door.”

They obligingly carry their things around to the side, where you’re already waiting with the door open. You reach out to take their things, and while they protest a little, assuring you it’s no trouble, you refuse to let them haul all of it around a moment longer. As you expected, this crap is heavy, and you have no idea how long they’ve been trudging along with all of it one their shoulders. You can’t imagine it’s very good for their spines.

Once you’ve set everything down, you turn and extend your hand, introducing yourself. Green-Eye takes your hand first, smiling warmly down at you. (It’s at this point that you realize they’re both very, very tall compared to you. Like, probably pushing seven feet, in Green-Eye’s case.) “My name is Aster. Thank you very much for your hospitality, my friend. I has been quite a while since we’ve had somewhere to rest our weary bones.”

Yellow-Eye takes your hand next, giving you the same lopsided grin, though it’s much more sincere now. “Yeah, thanks, buddy. We were starting to think we’d just have to walk to the nearest town. You can just call me G.”

“Well, there was no way I could just leave you standing out there all day,” you reply, brushing off their gratitude with a slight blush. Clapping your hands, you draw their attention away from thanking you and to their temporary ride. “So! Welcome to scenic my RV! Right back there is the bedroom; I’ve taken the top, but I don’t mind sharing rooms, so one of you can take the bottom, if you want. I’ve also got a loft up above the driver’s seat-” You gesture to it. “-and I’ve got a little futon right here.” You gesture by your knee. “So feel free to take any of those!”

You wander further towards the back, pointing things out as you go. “This is sort of our kitchen space, including those cabinets of there. My food it yours, so feel free to raid it whenever. We’ve got a bathroom right here, fully equipped with sinks and showers and toilets and things. I’ve got shampoo and stuff too, but uh…” Here you sneak a glance at them, grinning. “I don’t think that’ll be much of a problem for you two.”

Your efforts are rewarded with a grin from Aster and chuckles from both, leaving you slightly giddy. “I’m currently on a little cross-country adventure, but if you guys have got somewhere specific you need to go, I’d be glad to take you there.”

“Honestly, we were just lookin’ to hitch a ride to the nearest town,” G replies, glancing around your RV curiously. He fixes you with another look and grin. “Wherever you’re headed is fine. We’re sort of on our own road trip, you see. Just sort of… exploring.”

“Well…” You pause, uncertain, but you decide just to go for it. You give them a grin. “If you’d like, then… you could tag along with me until I’ve finished up my journey. I’ve been out and about for a few weeks now, but I still have lots of places I wanna go, and I don’t anticipate stopping anytime soon. So if you wanted, I’d be cool with you hanging around. Unless you just wanna leave after the first town we hit, I don’t mind that.” You punctuate this statement with a careless shrug, although you’re sort of hoping they say yes. It’s pretty lonely being the only one here, and you’ll admit, you’re very curious about your companions.

They exchange another glance. You have expect them to turn around to consult again, but instead they simple smile down at you. “Thanks for the invite, kid. If you’re serious about that, I think we’ll take you up on it,” G says, reaching out to nudge your shoulder lightly.

Aster nods, adding, “We’d be delighted to join you. Thank you again for your assistance.”

You snort, giving them a nonchalant smile to hide your excitement. “Hey, it’s no big deal, don’t mention it, really. I’m just glad to have some travel buddies. It’s more fun running around the countryside with someone else, you know?” You nod towards the driver’s seat. “I’m gonna head back up there, so make yourselves at home, and lemme know if you need anything.”

They both agree, so you pick your way back to your seat and start up the vehicle. It’s weird to hear two additional voices in the background, but it’s a good kind of weird that makes you happy.

You could get used to this.

____________

Picking up G and Aster was probably the best choice you could have made.

The brothers (step-siblings, apparently, though they got a little funny about it when you asked) were a riot. Not a moment passed by without some kind of shenanigans from them. They could not be more opposite. Aster was sweet, soft-spoken, eloquent, and a huge book nerd; most of is stuff were books he’d collected from places they’d already been. G was funny, spunky, loud, and laidback. He loved playing the guitar, and after hearing some of your favorites, he’d start playing for you when there was nothing good on the radio. (Admittedly, you’d taken to turning it off completely just to hear him sing. He was so dang good at it.)

With their different personalities-and senses of humor-they often got into little play fights and good-natured bickering. There were times when Aster would be trying to help you navigate the roads and G would come up and distract him, so you ended up hopelessly lost. Those were usually the best trips, however, as you could never quite expect what you were going to get, and it resulted in some pretty crazy and wonderful adventures. You knew more puns and jokes about literally everything than you’ve ever known in your whole life, and take every opportunity to get into a joke fight with G, which you’ve learned Aster hates.

(Or so he says. You’ve seen him crack a smile sometimes when he thinks you’re not looking, and he’s even made a few very subtle and clever ones himself, so you’re pretty sure it’s all for show.)

You learn a lot about the brothers as you travel with them, from little things like their favorite drinks or songs to interesting habits and personality quirks. You’ve noticed they both have a knack for sensing and subsequently evading trouble, and they’ve got quite the silver tongue. It’s bailed you out of more tough situations than you can count. You’ve also seen quite a bit of their magic as this point, from the mundane acts of dishes and laundry to teleportation and summoning bones. You’ve never actually seen them fight, but it’s come close a few times, and you know you never want to see them when they’re not holding back.

(Friendly skeletons or not, they can still be spooky.)

As the days pass, your RV starts to look less like your parents and more like yours-all or yours’. Aster’s books fill up certain shelves, and G’s clothes can be found scattered on all the furniture, mixed in with yours. Sheet music and coffee takes up the counter, and if anyone would to check your trash, they’d find an odd mix of tea bags, energy drinks, and condiment bottles. The previously pristine beds below your and in the loft are now rumpled with use, and even a few stuffed animals or other knick-knacks. You have tons of pictures of the three of you pinned to walls or tucked in books, and a skeleton charm dangles on your rear-view mirror.

It’s the most homey the RV has ever felt, and it’s all because of these two. These are the days you never want to end.

And of course, that’s just when they do.

You’ve been just about everywhere by now. You’ve met thousands of people, and seen thousands of things, and done thousands of things you’ve never done before. There’s not much else for you to do anymore, and you dread to end it, but you’re on the road back home.

You’re pulled up at a care to eat when it comes up. The skeletons notice that you’re not your usual exuberant self and, exchanging telling glances, G speaks up. “Okay kid, time to come clean. What’s been eating you?”

Snickering half-heartedly, you take a sip of your drink. “Good one, G.”

He stares at you blankly for a moment, before realizing that he’s accidentally making a pun and snickering. Aster sighs, apparently taking it upon himself to figure this out, hopefully without punning. You give him a startled look when he grabs your hand. Seeing he’s got your attention, Aster smiles soft and says, “My dear friend, it is obvious that something is troubling you. G and I are worried. I know we are heading towards your home; is it your parents?”

“Sorta?” you question, making a convoluted face. Aster tries to puzzle out your emotions as you speak. “I mean, yeah it’s kinda my parents. I know they’re not gonna be happy about this. Especially not that I’m practically living in an RV with two monsters.” You roll your eyes, clearly annoyed with their attitudes.

G snorts, taking a swig of his coffee. You can smell the espresso from here. “Your parents are lame. And you’re a grown adult, you can decide who you hang out with and whether you live in an RV with two monsters.”

This seems to make things worse, as your frown twists deeper and your grip on Aster’s hand tightens. Aster directs his glare at G, who holds his hands up meekly, looking bewildered. He has no idea what he’s said to upset you. Aster rolls his eyelights and returns his attention to you, gently squeezing your fingers. “My dear, please, do tell us what is the matter.” He hesitates, then asks, “Is it… That you are, currently, living with… us?”

Your head snaps up, and you give him an appalled look, as though offended he would even suggest it. “What? No! No, that’s not it at all, I love living with you guys! Living with you guys is the best thing that’s ever happened to me!”

Silence. A few people at the surrounding tables glance over, curious. Both skeletons are giving you a startled look, a faint blush on their cheek bones. Your face heats quickly to match them, so you duck your head and continue in a lower voice, “You guys are my best friends, no doubt. Living with you has been great, and I… I wanna keep living with you,” you finally admit, meeting their eyes to prove your sincerity. “I really do. But it’s just… We’ve been everywhere. There’s… There’s really no where else to go. We agreed you’d tag along with me until the end of my journey, but… This is it. The journey is over, so I was worried you might wanna… leave.”

More silence. Neither looks like they know what to say. Suddenly, G starts snickering, quietly at first, and then louder and louder. You glance at Aster, but he looks just as lost as you, and a little embarrassed when G starts pounding on the table lightly, rattling the silverware.

It takes a moment to collect himself, but when he finally does, he looks up to give you a surprisingly intense look, if not still amused. “Sweetheart, journey ain’t over ‘til you says it’s over. There’s so much more to explore out there. There’s a whole world, for Asgore’s sack!” He reaches over the table, grabbing your free hand firmly. His eye glows brightly, like it’s responding to his determined statements. “We’ll stay with you as long as you want to. We’ll go wherever the journey takes us. You’re not gettin’ rid of us that easy, buddy.”

Aster grins as your starstruck face, affirming, “That’s right, my friend. As long as you want to continue travelling with us, we will not leave you. You are part of our family now, my dear, and we won’t be so easily shaken.” It’s not often you see him look so sure of himself, so confident-it looks good on him.

You don’t know what to say. You’re overwhelmed with happiness and content, sitting across from them in a warm diner with their hands firmly in yours, smiling at you. Your family. Two people you’ve chosen to care about, and who’ve chosen to care for you.

Their expressions soften slightly, and G reaches out, brushing your cheek with his fingers. “Why you cryin’, sweetheart? You really wanna get rid of us that bad?” He’s teasing, you can tell; there’s no way he could miss the giant smile on your face.

You shake your head, firmly gripping their hands. “I don’t ever wanna get rid of you two.”

They nod approvingly, and after mopping up your tears, breakfast continues like normal. When you’re done, you all pay and clamber back in the RV, heading on your way. You’ll drop by your parents, just for a bit, to let them meet your boys, and then you plan on finding a new route to take with the two of them.

You’re not quite sure where you’re going yet, or where you’re going to end up, but you know as long as you’re with the two of them, you know it’ll be a worthy adventure.

#gaster bros #g #aster #undertale #undertale au #monstersummermash #event #raffle #day something #i don't even remember anymore #too many days

[superjedders]

Blackwatch Week? Hell Yeah: Day 6!

Soooo I figured I’d crank something out for Blackwatch week – Lets focus on Day 6: Pain/Pleasure, shall we? 

Edit: I totally misread the days because it was late when I started this sooo....my bad for being a day ahead? *Gabe Shrug*

(I will warn you...I am a bit rusty!)

“Aircraft BW0012 to ground crew. Dropship in inbound. ETA 10 minutes, just hold tight! Fio Out”

Gabriel grunted and turned around to fire a round from his shotgun into another Talon soldier, the force yanking the armoured attacker clean off his feet like a puppet having his strings pulled taut, back slapping hard against the concrete floor of the warehouse and stillness washing over them. Raising his finger to his earpiece Gabriel cast his dark hues towards the exit his team were currently trying to obtain access to. The duo had just finished fighting off their approaching soldiers and were now frantically working to hook up Athena so that she could hack the door code allowing their escape into the open for the dropship. Everything was under control but it was taking too long. Much too long.

“Aircraft BW0012 I hear you, be aware a flyby may be required-“

“-A flyby?! Are you serious Gabri-“

“We’re having issues with the door, be on standby to initiate a flyby if necessary.” The stern tone of the Blackwatch commander was enough to silence any counter argument from the pilot, Fio sighing audibly before confirming she understood and exiting the channel. Gabriel immediately turned his attention to a service lift that had arrived, the flashing red light signalling the arrival of more Talon Soldiers. Dark eyes narrowing in preparation, he raised his shotguns ready to meet those unfortunate enough to have chosen to ride the elevator.

The metal doors slid apart with a brief groan of protest, the six soldiers immediately raising their weapons in response to the Blackwatch commander and taking a synchronised step out of the elevator, the coordinated click of safety’s being flipped on the assault rifles they held drawing a frown to the commander’s face.

A flash of metal signified the first attack, the sound of a sword cutting through the air immediately had the group of Talon soldiers turn inwards to fire at the attacker that had seemingly materialised in the centre of their group. One by one, they fell like bowling pins, the only sounds the panicked rabble of soldiers trying to retaliate and the swish of a sword cutting through the air and necks. As the last body hit the floor the perpetrator slowly rose from a crouched position, spinning the sword once and gently placing it back in it’s sheath on his back.

“Well you certainly took your time” Gabriel smirked at the Shimada brother and lowered his shotguns gently, allowing the ninja to approach him.

“I did what was asked of me” the synthetic voice still held a sting to it, a bitter undertone comparable to a grumpy teenager at times. Considering everything the young heir had endured however, Gabriel had a tendency to let it slide at times. McCree had exhibited similar behaviour when he joined Blackwatch all those years ago, the rebellious teen not afraid to try and lash out at times only to be put firmly back in his place until he settled. Learned to trust. Learned how to respect those in command. Speaking of which-

“Where’s McCree?” turning on his heels, dark hues glared at the back of the cyborgs head, tracing the various cables and wires that gently swayed with every step and brushed against a metallic spine. “Genji!” the tone was stern, authoritative, more than enough to stop the cyborg walking away and make him glance over his shoulder.

“Arriving shortly providing he has not done something stupid. We were forced to part ways shortly after extracting the data you tasked us with acquiring”

“So, who has the Data drive?”

“McCree has the drive, as I said he should be arriving shortly if he has not-“

“-not done anything stupid and gotten himself killed. Helpful as always Genji. Go help with the door, looks like we’re alone down here for now while Talon regroup” shaking his head a large hand moved to adjust the beanie on his head, scratching the top to soothe a tickle that would develop into an irritating itch if left unattended.

“Goddam, you’d reck’n Talon would be a little more generous we showed ‘em flaws in their security eh boss?” Jesse burst into the room through a side door with a cocky smirk on his face. Closing the door behind him the cowboy took a moment to lock and barricade the entrance before wiping his brow and approaching the commander, adjusting his hat slightly as he did so and flashing a smile. “Howdy boss, everythin’ alright here?”

Gabriel folded his arms and shifted his weight to one side, glancing past the cowboy to ensure the door was properly barricaded “That's commander Reyes to you when we're on mission. Genji says you separated, that was not part of the plan McCree-“

“-I know that, but desperate times an’ all that. If the Ninja an’ I had stuck together we’d have both wound up dead, partin’ ways was the best plan and besides-“ he took a moment to pluck the data drive into view with a smile “I got whatcha asked for” the cowboy huffed and rolled his eyes when Gabriel plucked it from him and walked away without another word “Yer welcome?” Jesse muttered before approaching the door to check what was happening with their escape.

Gabriel watched the group converge, Jesse in his element with conversation, chatting up a storm and reaching past the pair to assist with the door hack. Genji was perched off to the side, listening in but not contributing, slowly running his hand over his sword to check it hadn’t been damaged or blunted.  

A siren soon rang out in the room, a shrill piercing noise causing a few of the agents to flinch with a wince before Gabriel gestured for them to stay put “It’s the warning alarm, they’ll be regrouping and sending reinforcements. Athena, do us a favour and hijack those elevators for a while”

“Affirmative Commander Reyes, although I should inform you I will only be able to retain control for approximately 4 minutes and 32seconds”

“And how long till you have that door unlocked for us?” Gabriel rubbed at his jaw, eyes fixed on the room before him, analysing points of entry, cover and more.

“I should have the door open in approximately 5minutes and 56 seconds”

“Guess that’ll do, lets hope those elevators take a while to load up. McCree, Genji and Felps I want you ready to buy Monroe some time so he can get the door open. For now, check the room, barricade other exits and be aware of any weak points”

Now it was just a waiting game.

“You had better get that door open soon! We have company!”

Behind him two of the group made a break for the door, furiously trying get Athena to key in the code. The sound of the elevators arriving signalled more reinforcements, Gabriel huffing in irritation and drawing his shotguns ready to fight. He was immediately aware of two shadows at his flanks, McCree on his left smirking and chewing a lit cigar, the shadow of his hat darkening his features as the gunslinger checked the peacekeeper in his hand to ensure It was fully loaded. On his right Genji flexed his fingers impatiently, his body tensed, coiled to spring into action, three shurikens already slotted between his fingers. Reassured to have his two best agents at his side Gabriel cracked his neck to the side “We buy enough time to get the door open, then we head straight for the exit. Understood?”

“Understood Commander”

“Sure thing, partner”

Gabriel bit down on an amused smirk and licked at his bottom lip as the elevators arrived with a melodic ting, the doors sliding open and a moments silent enveloping the room before chaos descended.

The trio worked like clockwork, Genji diving in and out of combat with his swords, sniping at further enemies with his shuriken’s and seeming to appear at just the right moment to deflect fire at crucial moments. McCree’s peacekeeper barked loudly in rapid succession as the sharpshooter proceeded to land shot after shot with astounding precision, rolling out of the way to reload he was soon back on his feet, three loud barks of the gun signalling another three casualties.

Gabriel was working as he always did, navigating the battlefield, relying on Genji and McCree to take out anyone who got too close for comfort while he introduced others to the business end of his shotguns. Every synchronised shot of his guns spelt devastation for the victim, bodies dropping quicker than Talon could replenish. Nameless soldiers lost to the cause, Gabriel began to take some joy from his work, turning in place to fire a shot at a solider who had tried to sneak up behind him. The blast kicked back their head before the body toppled over, dark hues drifting across to see McCree had alrey been lined up to take the shot. The cowboy huffed a smile and tipped his hat before turning on his heels and firing at another target without a moment’s hesitation.

“Doors open! Commander! Fio is outside!”

Gabriel nodded at the call from Agent Monroe, his back to his team as he slowly began to retreat. “Everyone out, straight to the dropship! Go!”

Soldiers were still trying their luck and trying to stop the agents escaping. Agents Monroe and Felps were quick to scramble the kit together and haul the door open for the group, Genji, McCree and Reyes slowly backtracking while fighting to make their own escape shortly afterwards.

Gabriel allowed an all too familiar frown to crease his brow as he fired another two shots and took another few steps backwards towards the door. The others had left, now he just needed to dash for the door, the soldiers were still regrouping from his last two shots it was an easy feat.

He hadn’t accounted for a sniper.

The bright red dot settled quickly on his chest, the commander’s eyes widening and settling on the sniper on the backline. Seconds to make a life or death decision. Running would be too slow, firing back a worthless feat. The third option? Was something new.

Dark hues squeezed shut as he heard the shot, instantly he felt his body fade away, becoming nothing but smoke at his whim. The metal shell of the bullet tore through his smoking form where his heart would have been and straight through the other side, leaving nothing but a brief sting and a sensation comparable to the tug of loose flesh on a small cut.

“ARRGHH!”

The cry of pain was not his own. It was familiar. Too familiar. As was the second shot that rang out.

Heavy boots once again solid, thudded against the floor, the reformed commander whirling around to look behind him, eyes widening at the sight that met him.

McCree was grasping at the right side of his ribcage, dark crimson blood coating his gloves quickly and drenching his black shirt despite his best effort. Hazel hues lifted from the wound to meet the gaze of his commander, confusion, shock and fear etched on his paling features as he gasped for air, peacekeeper dropping from his other hand to clatter loudly against the floor. The cowboy staggered on his feet, legs buckling and sending him on his ass, his other hand moving to press against the wound.

He had come back. Despite direct orders, McCree had come back for him. The gunslinger was following a standard strategy, using the distraction to appear from behind and line up a single headshot on the most prominent threat. The sniper.

Every time they had executed that plan it required the other to leap out of the way or cause a larger distraction. Create the perfect opportunity. Trust your partner. However, by ‘going ghost’ as he called it, the bullet had passed straight through him and torn directly into McCree’s exposed side as he’d lined up the shot. The second shot he’d heard caused Gabriel to turn his head stiffly laying eyes on the sniper now slumped over the balcony. Perfect execution. Except for-

The rage that consumed him was blinding, he felt his body fade away, shotguns ripped free of their holsters and thrown into action. Yells of panic and fear, the sound of his shotguns roaring through the room became deafening before the last body fell and with a click the shotguns were empty, forcing Gabriel to jolt back into reality and once more, resume a solid state of being. Sweat glistened on his face, his breathing laboured as he looked around at the carnage, the small army he had taken on nearly single-handed. All because…because…McCree.

Shotguns thrown aside carelessly, the commander turned tail and crossed the room in record time to find the cowboy slumped up with against the back wall. Head lulled forward so his chin rested on his chest, the hat hid his face from the world, the pool of crimson that had formed beneath him panicking the commander as he knelt roughly beside the gunslinger and yanked his own gloves off to feel for a pulse. “McCree?!” Fingers prodded desperately around the males neck, feeling for any sign of life, a relieved exhale escaping him when he felt a weak heartbeat beneath his index finger and swiftly got to work.

Carefully plucking the hat from the cowboys head he set it aside, easing the male onto his opposite side and easing his limp hands away from the wound, cussing at the clean entry between his chest plate. The bullet had struck a bit further down from his armpit on the side of his shooting arm, no doubt tearing through his ribcage and probably striking directly into a lung if the now rasping breathing was anything to go by. The shot would have connected before Jesse fired, despite the pain the cowboy still fired, still landed his shot to defend his commander. A gasped wheeze drew Gabriel from his thoughts, dark hues widening as Jesse came to under his care, his face contorting and twisting in pain immediately.

“Fuck..hold on kid, I’m going to get you out of here” Gabriel bit hard on his lip, gently pressing his own hand against the wound and pressing his other to his earpiece “Reyes here, we have wounded. Requesting medical evac, I repeat, Agent McCree is down. Immediate Evac required”

“Roger that, sending medical team with Ground troop escort on arrival. Sit tight, they’ll be right with you”

Jesse sucked in a pained breath, the notion more of a wheeze before he tried to move, Gabriel quick to plant his firm hands on the gunslinger. “Don’t move Niño, you’ll just make it worse…” still the gunslinger tried to form words, guttural moans escaping him with the occasional whimper of pain.

“Fuck-ing…’ell…sti-ngs” he wheezed, hazel orbs lined with water and growing bloodshot as they looked up at Gabriel. “Thou-ght I…had it….m’sorry…ain’t ev-er missed….b’fore” teeth ground together shortly after, a cry of pain muffled by the action, veins popping on his temples as his arms tried to wrap around his torso only for Gabriel to stop the motion with a gently touch.

Glancing towards the door, the sound of the dropship rumbling in the distance was music his ears, Gabriel letting his hand gently rub the gunslingers arm as he kept him lying on his good side. “You got her kiddo, you landed the shot…just stay awake for me until the med team arrives ok?”

Jesse managed a weak smile “Shit…I got’er?” a pause to draw in a struggled breath punctuated his sentence “I don’t…unders- how'd she-“he wheezed weakly, grunting and grimacing again in discomfort “It…Hurts…” he rasped, tired hues glancing up to his commander briefly.

Gabe watched the male before him, observed his pain, his suffering. The very kid he had plucked from within Deadlock and promised to show a better life, the same teen he’d promised to protect, and the young adult he had formed a level of trust with that allowed them to fight alongside each other without so much as a word being spoken was now bleeding out on the floor of a Talon base because he’d trusted him. Believed they had each other’s back. Gabe’s expression saddened briefly at the thought “I didn’t know you were behind me, if I had I wouldn’t have-“glancing down a spike of fear clutched at his heart at the sight of McCree passed out cold. “McCree?” a gentle shake drew nothing from the cowboy. A cold shiver took over his body as he shook him harder “McCree! Wake up! Don’t you fucking dare give up right now…. you hear me?! That’s an Order McCree! McCree!?” he had the unconscious agent gripped by the shoulders, the cowboys head lulling back, mouth agape “Jesse?” Gabe swallowed hard before gently lying the cowboy on his back as the sound of the dropship and approaching medical team hit his ears.

The lack of pain etched on Jesse’s features was a comfort, Gabriel feeling tears line his eyes before he reached to brush loose strands of unruly brown hair away from the gunslinger’s pale face, pausing as he felt the faintest of breaths against his hand, anxiety punching a nauseating feeling into his gut as he felt desperately for a pulse again, pressing hard against chilling skin before feeling a very faint beat. A flutter as feeble as a beat of a butterfly’s wings but it was something. Dark hues darted to the door as it opened and the medical team arrived, Gabriel getting to his feet and out of the way “Quickly! Get him aboard the ship. We’re getting the fuck out of here. Fio, route us to the nearest Overwatch Medbay.”

“But commander we won’t have clearance for-“

“-Just do it Fio! That’s a direct order”

“Yes sir”

Watching with folded arms as they loaded Jesse onto a stretcher and hurried him out towards the dropship Gabriel moved to follow only to pause and take a moment to scoop the cowboys hat from the floor and pluck the peacekeeper from the ground, the silver body spattered with its owner’s blood. It would clean up like new, show no signs of the day’s events. As for its owner, time would tell if he would even have the chance to see the day through.

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[thelastspeecher]

NaNoWriMo ‘17 Day 24 - Return Policy

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 Summary: After being stuck in a compromising situation long enough that he is now stuck, Ford comes to terms with the loss of his collateral.  Continuation of this and this.  [Variation of Big Sis AU] Word count: 1794

February, 1986

               There was a knock at the door.  Eager to get away from the wails of Stan and Angie’s newborn baby, as well as his own upsetting thoughts, Ford jumped to his feet.

               “I’ll get it!” he called, already rushing to the front door.

               “Ford, don’t answer the door, you’re three,” Stan said half-heartedly.

               “Let him get it,” Angie murmured tiredly.  She rubbed her baggy eyes.  “I’m too tired to chase him.”  Ford ran down the entryway and opened the door.  An older couple stood on the doorstep.  With a sinking feeling, Ford recognized them.

               “Howdy, Ford,” the kind-looking man said.  He crouched down to Ford’s eye-height.  “Angie and Stan told me ‘bout yer sit’ation.”

               “Hello, Mr. McGucket,” Ford mumbled, looking down at his feet.  Pa McGucket smiled warmly at him and ruffled his hair.

               “Son, ya might not be callin’ me that fer much longer,” Pa McGucket said gently. Ford’s head jerked up.

               “What?”

               “We’ll talk.  How’s ‘bout you let me ‘n Sally in?  We’ve got yer business to handle, not to mention a new grandbaby to see.”

               “Seein’ the grandbaby is goin’ to have to wait,” Angie said.  Ford turned around.  Angie had arrived in the living at some point during his conversation with Pa McGucket.  She yawned widely, covering it daintily with one hand.  “We just got Emory down.  We’re not wakin’ him up if we can avoid it.”

               “Smart move,” Ma McGucket said with a nod.  

               “Ford, let my folks in, so’s we can talk,” Angie said.  Ford nodded reluctantly and stood to the side.  Ma and Pa McGucket filed in.  

               “Where’s that fiancé of yours?” Ma McGucket asked Angie.

               “Right here,” Stan said, walking into the living room.  “Hey, Sally.  Merle.”

               “Stanley,” Pa McGucket said with a curt nod.  “Where’s Molly?”

               “In her room.  I told her that we’d get her once we were done with our grownup talk.”

               “Good.”  Pa McGucket looked over at Ford.  Ford resisted the urge to draw in on himself.  

               He’s here to help.

               “Let’s get this conversation started,” Ma McGucket said briskly.  She walked over to the couch and began to pull a series of thick, official-looking papers from her oversized purse, then set them on the coffee table.  Curious despite himself, Ford wandered over and picked up the first paper he saw.  He dropped it immediately as though it had burned him.

               “Why are you walking around with a birth certificate?” Ford asked Ma McGucket.

               “Normally, I don’t.  But I had to bring it, since it’ll be filled out today.”  Ma McGucket frowned at him.  “I thought ya knew the plan, to give ya a new identity.”

               “But why are Angie and Stan listed as the mother and father?” Ford asked.

               “Honey…” Ma McGucket said softly.  Ford looked over at Stan and Angie.

               “Since when did you decide that?”

               “Last night,” Angie said, taking a seat on the couch.  She patted a spot on the cushions beside her.  Ford reluctantly climbed up next to her.  “We just didn’t get a chance to tell ya ‘til now.”

               “Ford, it- it sucks,” Stan said, sitting on the other side of Ford.  “But this is the easiest option.  You agreed that you’d stay here with us, you’re clearly related to me, and I’ve been dating Angie for more than three years.”

               “But you’ve been claiming I’m your nephew-”

               “What about when Shermie shows up?  Or Mom?” Stan asked.  Ford fell silent.  “I’m sorry, Sixer.”

               “No, Stanley, don’t apologize,” Angie whispered.  She rubbed her eyes.  “This whole mess is my fault.”

               “Babe-” Stan started.  Angie shook her head.

               “Don’t say it’s not.  ‘Cause that ain’t true!  If- if I hadn’t gotten pregnant, Ford would be back in Gravity Falls already, usin’ the information he learned from the grimoire.”

               “It takes two to tango,” Stan said.  

               “But only one to ruin someone’s life,” Angie said softly.

               “Banjey, ya didn’t know,” Pa McGucket said gently.  “I never thought there’d be a situation where the time limit on returnin’ collateral would run out fer ya.”  Angie sniffed.  “But what’s in the past is in the past.  Right now, we need to focus on gettin’ Ford settled into his new life.”

               “We need a name,” Ma McGucket said, her hand poised over the birth certificate, holding a pen.  Ford looked down at his diminutive feet.  He fought back the pit in his stomach at the realization that his feet would remain this size until he aged the normal way.  

               “I dunno,” Ford mumbled.  

               “Somethin’ with Ford in it,” Angie suggested.  Ford’s head jerked up.

               “Fiddleford.”

               “Uhh…” Stan muttered.  

               “I- I’ve found myself enjoying the odd McGucket names lately,” Ford said.

               “That makes sense,” Angie said.  “When I was a kidlet, I didn’t mind my name so much.”

               “Yes, well, Fiddleford has my nickname in it, and it’s a name that Angie’s family uses.  It makes sense for her ‘son’ to have a family name.”

               “We are plannin’ on givin’ ya the last name McGucket,” Ma McGucket remarked.

               “What?  Why?” Ford whined.

               “Ya don’t look like Angie’s son.  If we give ya her last name, it might help people see what they expect to see,” Pa McGucket explained.

               “Oh.  Okay.”

               “Ya can’t use Fiddleford as yer name, though,” Angie said.  “It’s taken.”

               “I like Emory’s name,” Ford said.  

               “Also taken,” Stan said.  Ford scowled.

               “I thought I was going to be allowed to choose my own name!”

               “Fiddleford as a middle name, maybe?” Stan suggested.  Ford nodded.

               “Okay, I’ll accept that.  And, for my first name…Emmett.”  Angie made a soft noise.  Ford looked at her.  “I overheard you and Stan discussing what name to give your newborn.”  He shrugged.  “I liked it.”

               “Emmett Fiddleford McGucket, then?” Ma McGucket asked.  Ford nodded.  “All right.  Emmett Fiddleford McGucket, son of Banjolina Quinn McGucket and Stanley Stanford Pines, birthday is September 26th, 1982.”  Ford watched Ma McGucket ink in the details, his heart feeling heavier by the second.  He resisted the temptation to shout that he had changed his mind.  Noticing Ford’s reticence, Stan put a reassuring arm around Ford’s shoulders.  Ford sniffled softly.

               “It’s okay,” Angie whispered to him.  

               “Look on the bright side,” Stan said gently.  “Now you’ve got an older sister and a baby brother.  I know you always thought it would be interesting have a sister.”

               “I guess,” Ford mumbled.  His eyes widened suddenly.  “Mr. McGucket, won’t everyone who knows Stan and Angie think it’s odd that they’ve never met a boy who is supposedly their son?  And what about the people who Stan and Angie told I was their nephew?”

               “A simple perception charm ‘ll fix that,” Pa McGucket said, taking off his glasses and polishing them.  “We’ll cast a light one on ya, one that makes people suddenly remember meetin’ ya when ya were a baby, and watchin’ ya grow up, and it’ll help ‘em see traits of Angie’s in ya.  Since there aren’t actually any that the two of ya share.”  Ford looked nervously at Angie.  

               “Don’t you worry,” Angie said.  “Pa’s goin’ to cast that one.  I mean, my magic’s still fluctuatin’ a bit.  Hormonal surge.”  

               “If’n ya don’t mind, I’ll cast it right now,” Pa McGucket said.  Ford squeezed his eyes shut.  There was a sensation like a butterfly had landed on his nose.  He sneezed. The sensation vanished.  Ford opened his eyes again.  

               “Now, how ‘bout ya go get yer big sister?” Angie asked Ford.  She kissed the top of his head.  “Son.”

----- 

September, 1986

               Stan was roused from his uneasy sleep by the door to his bedroom opening. He squinted at the short figure in the darkness.

               “…Ford?” Stan mumbled.  Ford sniffed loudly.

               “I- I had a nightmare, Dad.  Can- can I come sleep with you and Mom tonight?” Ford stammered.  Stan’s heart dropped.

               It worked.

               “Yeah, sure thing, kiddo.  Hop on up.” Stan helped Ford onto the bed. Ford promptly climbed over Stan and huddled between him and Angie.  Stan turned to face his former twin.  

               “Can you rub my back?” Ford whispered.

               “You got it,” Stan said.  Ford flipped over.  Stan began to rub soothing circles on Ford’s back.  Ford’s stuttered breathing smoothed.  Within a few minutes, he was fast asleep.  Stan nudged Angie.  “Babe, wake up.”  Angie mumbled something, but remained asleep.  “Seriously, I’m not kidding.  Wake up.”  Angie’s eyes opened.

               “What’s wrong?” she asked blearily.

               “Ford’s here.”

               “Huh?”  Angie looked at Ford, sleeping between them.  “Oh.  He is.”

               “He called me Dad.  And he called you Mom.”

               “The memory spell worked, then,” Angie said in a low voice.  

               “I still think we coulda thought of something better.”

               “Stanley, darlin’, this was the best solution,” Angie said gently.  She stroked Stan’s arm.  “Ford was miserable, bein’ an adult in a toddler’s body, with a toddler’s mind.  He couldn’t be happy with his old baggage.”  Stan shook his head.  “He asked fer this.  This was his idea.”  Stan shook his head again.

               “Ang, we killed my twin brother tonight.”

               “No, we didn’t.  We helped him.”

               “Fine, it was a mercy kill.  Still a kill.”

               “Hon, his memories are safe, ‘member?  Pa and I saved the memories after we took ‘em and replaced ‘em with his new ones.  Ford’s memories ‘re stored until he gets old enough that we think he can handle ‘em again.”

               “And when’s that gonna happen?”

               “I don’t know,” Angie said with a sigh.  “We’ll have to play it by ear.

               “This whole thing feels wrong.  Ford called me Dad.”

               “As far as he knows, you are his dad.”  Angie stroked his cheek.  “And you’ll be a damn sight better than his first dad was.”  Stan swallowed.  “Love of my life, we’re goin’ to raise this boy so well.  Ford’s not goin’ to grow up feelin’ like his polydactyly is anything to be ashamed of this time.  He’ll have two lovin’ parents, two lovin’ siblin’s.  Our son, Emmett Fiddleford McGucket, will grow up in San Diego, not knowin’ he’s dif’rent.  Eventually, we’ll give him back his memories.  But fer now, he’ll be a happy, healthy lil boy.  Our lil boy.”

               “This is still weird,” Stan mumbled.  He took a steadying breath.  “But I’ll get used to it.  He’s not Ford anymore, he’s Emmett.  Our son.”

               “You bet he is,” Angie whispered.  “And he got his cuteness from you.”

               “He got his smarts from you,” Stan replied.  “Or, he woulda, if he was actually your biological son.”  Angie chuckled and took a hold of Stan’s hand.

               “Molly’s smart as a whip, and we’re not pretendin’ I carried her.  Seems to me that yer the common denominator here.”

               “Classic smart-person,” Stan said.  “Using math.”  He stroked Ford’s curls with a small smile.  “I’m gonna have so many genius kids.  They’re all gonna be smarter than me.  It’ll be awesome.”

#aaaaaaand now I'm gonna go to bed #good night everyone I am done writing de-aged Ford for the day #I'm so damn tired alsjdfasdf #but I'm slowly getting caught up on prompts #Stanford Pines #Stanley Pines #Angie McGucket #Ma McGucket #Pa McGucket #ficlet #my writing #NaFicWriMo #speecher speaks #AU of Big Sis AU #Big Bro/Big Sis AU #witch Angie

[ravetalkstothevoid]

stuck.

‘Regret’ was too mild a word to express the emotion Hanzo felt.

In fact, there was no one word in either English or Japanese that accurately described the overwhelming urge that Hanzo felt to draw his neck into his body like a turtle and die quietly. His face had turned such a beet red, that even the strongest sake in Hanamura would not be a credible excuse. Ah, sake– Hanzo would have killed for his drunkenness back. In fact, he may still kill, as Genji’s maddening cackles taunted him and added more color to his face.

Hanzo’s body metabolized alcohol too quickly so he didn’t tend to get too drunk or stay too drunk on a regular day, but getting himself stuck in the McDonald’s play area jungle gym had sobered him up quicker than he had ever sobered before. It left him in a shocked stupor– he still wasn’t entirely sure this was really happening. More than that, he had no idea how Genji had convinced him to attempt something as idiotic as playing in the children’s structure. He guessed the credit was largely due to his inebriated state rather than to Genji’s “masterful persuasion techniques", which is what he had wheezed to the distressed McDonald’s employee who had come at the sound of Genji’s howling laughter and Hanzo’s furious yelling. The three awaited the arrival of the fire department; an odd mixture of unchecked fury, delight, and overwhelming anxiety making the bright colors of the play area seem sarcastic.

Hanzo kicked out with his legs for the umpteenth time, as he could not strangle Genji since his top half was trapped in the maw of the magenta slide that he had attempted to scurry up like he had seen children do. His voice echoed ominously when he roared, “WHEN I GET OUT OF HERE, I AM GOING TO RIP EVERY HAIR ONE BY ONE FROM YOUR RIDICULOUS GREEN HEAD, THEN KNIT A ROPE FROM THE STRANDS, WITH WHICH I WILL THEN STRANGLE YOU TO DEATH.”

There was a moment of silence and then a new voice chuckled quietly and caused a fresh wave of shame to come crashing over Hanzo’s crown, “I ain’t never heard a more eloquent threat in my life.”

The accompanying chuckles that followed were nearly drowned out by Genji’s prolonged wheezing. The firefighters had arrived, but at what cost? (Answer: Hanzo’s pride.) Though Hanzo was grateful, he ground his teeth noisily at the teasing note in the firefighter’s voice.

“Get me out of here immediately,” Hanzo blurted, thankful that the reverberating echo created by the slide had hidden the embarrassment in his voice.

“So soon?” The firefighter teased. “I was just startin’ to enjoy the view.” Hanzo’s indignant sputtering nearly drowned out the firefighter as he delivered instructions to his crew. Hanzo was only able to catch what sounded like “we’ll lube ‘im up like a virgin on her weddin’ night” which made more sense than Hanzo wanted it to and frightened him so severely that he went perfectly still and silent.

A soft shuffling, which Hanzo could only guess was the sound of the crew carrying out the assumed leader’s instructions ensued. The Southern firefighter voice came again, a roll of soft consonants that soothed Hanzo despite himself, “Howdy, the name’s Cap'n Jesse McCree, from fire station six.“

“Thank you for coming,” Genji piped up. “I am Genji Shimada and this fantastic ass is my brother, Hanzo.” Genji smacked Hanzo none too gently on his left asscheek making Hanzo yelp in shock and spit Japanese profanity from between gritted teeth like an offended cat.

“Nice to meet y'all,” Captain McCree offered. “Yer ass really is fantastic.”

“I assure you, it looks even better when it is not lodged in a hot pink children’s slide.” Hanzo ground out haughtily.

McCree laughed, “I don’t doubt that for a second. So Hanzo, we’ll be attemptin’ to use an oil-based lubricant to slide you on outta there, alright? Hang tight for just a sec, sugar.”

“I can do nothing but ‘hang tight’, Mr. McCree!“ Hanzo quipped exasperatedly. McCree chuckled sympathetically in response and Genji stifled a snort.

“Do you think the lube’ll work over his clothes?” A female voice inquired, heavy footfalls indicating that the crew had returned.

“I reckon it’ll have to, Amari,” mused the Captain. “I’d like to wine and dine ‘im like a proper gentleman before I see ‘im without clothes on. Ain’t that right, honey?” A gentle hand against his lower back let Hanzo know he was being spoken to.

“The only wining and dining we will be doing is in your dreams, cowman.” Hanzo said scathingly, causing uproarious laughter– particularly from the fire Captain.

“We’ll see if I can’t win you over, honeysuckle,” The firefighter said. “Oxton, shed yer gear and see if ya can’t shimmy on up to the top of the slide and throw some lubricant down to Hanzo.” It almost bothered Hanzo how familiarly McCree addressed him. Already, he found the fire chief brash and overwhelming and vulgar– all the things Hanzo regarded as absolutely horrendous. And yet, still he found himself enticed by the Captain in the most curious way.

“Righty-o!” Came a chipper female voice. Some aggressively shuffling and violent shaking of the entire jungle gym structure (during which Hanzo proceeded to gracelessly panic and shout profanities) later, a head popped up high up at the top of the slide. A small girl with short brown hair grinned widely down at Hanzo and gave him an enthusiastic wave which he half-heartedly returned.

“Oi, Captain!” Oxton shouted, voice echoing. “‘E’s a reeeaaalll looker!” Jovial laughter once again led by McCree’s belly-laugh sounded and Hanzo wished for a swift death.

“Our Cap'n’s pretty hot too, y'know! ‘A real fine specimen,’ says my Emily.” Oxton addressed Hanzo, punctuating her words with wild gestures. “But you can decide for yourself once we get you outta here! I’m gonna drop the tube down so catch it and do your best to get it ‘round your hips, yeah?”

“Yes.” Hanzo agreed. Oxton grinned and waved the tube of lubricant as a warning before letting it drop. Hanzo caught it easily and wasted no time in dripping it over his lodged hips. It was disgustingly slick and rank against his clothes but already, he found he could move his hips in ways he could not before.

“I can move my hips a little!” Hanzo said excitedly.

“Ain’t that a relief!” McCree replied. “I’m'a lube you up from behind– which is, spoiler alert, also what I’ll be sayin’ our first time together.”

Hanzo rolled his eyes but grinned despite himself, “Are you sure I will not be the one saying that?”

McCree gave an odd sort of choked sound, and when he spoke again, he sounded sheepish, “A-Ah, I’m gonna apply the lubricant now….“ Hanzo tensed in anticipation before feeling the same unpleasant sensation against his lower back, the slick lube sticking his trousers to his body.

“Alright, darlin’,” said McCree a little breathlessly. “Go ahead and try t’ wiggle on out.”

Hanzo tried, though admittedly, not nearly as hard as he could have. He was beginning to grudgingly enjoy his little back and forth with the Captain, “I cannot on my own. I require your assistance.”

“Okay then, sweetheart, I’m'a put my hands on you.” McCree said, the grin on his face sounding bright in his voice. Hanzo hid his own smile in his shoulder as McCree placed wide palms on the sides of Hanzo’s ass, thumbs on his hip bones and tugged while Hanzo wiggled.

He came free with a small pop, McCree helping him to straighten and stand. Hanzo gratefully stretched his back. The entourage of firefighters, McDonald’s employees, and Genji cheered excitedly. McCree clapped a slick hand on Hanzo’s shoulder, and Hanzo took this time to look the fire Captain up and down. Hanzo’s stomach dropped to his knees, his heart stuttering out an unsteady rhythm as he registered the roguishly handsome firefighter who was staring at him with an expression of utter wonder on his face.

Oxton came sliding out of the narrow magenta tube of death and embarrassment easily, permitted by her small frame, and made a clicking sound with her tongue at Hanzo, “What’d I tell you? Our boss is a right hottie, isn’t he?”

Hanzo crossed his arms over his chest and shrugged a shoulder, “He is certainly not the ugliest man I have ever seen.”

McCree laughed bashfully, rubbing the back of his neck and eyeing Hanzo playfully, “Aw shucks, sweetheart, you sure know how to flatter a man.” Hanzo’s face broke into a grin at McCree’s sarcasm, though it disappeared just as fast when his eyes landed on Genji attempting to camouflage himself against a bright green slide on the other end of the structure.

“You!” Hanzo thundered, making a mad dash for Genji that his little brother replied to with an undignified yelp and a mad dash of his own. Unfortunately for Genji, Hanzo was faster. A few firm smacks to the back of the head and intense yelling in Japanese later, Genji was allowed to keep his hair and his life by the skin on his teeth.

McCree approached the brothers with a grin and a towel, holding the latter out towards Hanzo almost bashfully. Hanzo gratefully accepted it and used it to mop up some of the excess lubricant from his ruined clothes.

“Y’know,” McCree began, hands on his hips and a crooked grin on his face. “I was hopin’ you’d do me the honor of makin’ my dreams come true.”

It took Hanzo a moment before he understood what it was McCree was referring to, but once he realized it was his own line of dialogue used against him, he chuckled softly and replied with a tilt of his head, “I think you have won me over, honeysuckle.”

#thank you to nicole for inspiring this and a very happy birthday to mattockmaniac47 #mchanzo #jesse mccree #hanzo shimada #overwatch #ow #overwatch hanzo #hanzo x mccree #sfw #rave poops emotions #overwatch fanfic #overwatch fanfiction #overwatch drabbles #drabbles #fanfic #fanfiction #firefighter au #mchanzo firefighter au #overwatch au

[caseyj0nes]

Underturtles

Summary: 

They had never been lost in the sewers before, at least not this lost, not in quite a while. And then they were falling into a bed of golden flowers.

TMNT/Undertale crossover.

Pairing: none

Words: 1949

A/N: Idk, I've been sitting on this for like a year. If you like it I might continue it. This on is only to the first save point.

“Guys, where are we? I’ve never seen this part of the sewers before…”

“What? Do you think we know every bit of it, Leo? It’s a freakin’ big city.”

“We should just get home. Splinter’s going to be wondering where we are.”

“Guys, I totally know where we are. We’re right below Fourth, the way to the lair is like, right down this tunnel.”

Raph stopped in his tracks, causing the other four to stop behind him. “Well, I don’t think we’re gonna be getting down this tunnel unless one of you learned how to fly recently.” The other three looked down and saw the large hole at their brother’s feet, stretching right across the tunnel and at least twenty feet down it.

Leo looked over the side, trying to keep a bit of distance. “I don’t even see the bottom of it… Do you think it could be Kraang? They’ve been pretty quiet lately.”

Raph kneeled at the edge, trying to see the bottom. “Maybe they brought one of those worm things back.”

“Didn’t those like, shake the crud out’a the city last time?” Mikey asked, looking over Raph’s shoulders.

“Maybe it’s one of the holes they left then...” Leo tried again.

“Maybe we shouldn’t get too close to it. It might not be structurally secure around the edges.” Donnie finally spoke up. “You guys could fall in, and Merlin knows where it leads or how deep it is.”

“Donnie, stop worrying. I think we should come back with some gear and see how far it-” Raph cut off at the sound of cracking, and only had time to turn and grab Leo’s hand before he was falling.

Leo, not ready for the added weight, fell towards the hole, only being cut short by Mikey grabbing his feet, who in turn slid towards the edge and was grabbed by Donnie.

“I told you so.” Donnie bit out, struggling to keep Mikey from falling in.

“You know, Donnie,” Raph yelled up to him, his voice echoing off the walls of the hole and sewers, “’I told you so’ has a brother. His name is ‘Shut the hell up and start pulling us out!’”

Donnie started to try and pull them back, only to be stopped by more cracking, as the ground started to break away from underneath Mikey.

As Mikey started sliding down, unable to stop himself, Donnie started panicking, struggling to pull them back up.

“No, no, no! I can’t hold all of you up!” He shouted as he started being dragged in by Mikey. He gave one last attempt before Mikey fell off the edge, and he was dragged down after them.

When Leo finally came to, he let out a low groan before opening his eyes and pulling himself into a sitting position.

He blinked a few times before looking up, and seeing the hole in the ceiling very, very far above them. He turned his eyes back down, turning to see all three brothers, all at their own stages of waking up, Mikey rubbing his eyes, Raph still lying on his back and staring up at the ceiling and Donnie sitting on his knees, looking down at the bed of golden flowers they were laying in.

Leo looked down at them himself, reaching down to feel the petals of one. They were soft, and by the lack of pain Leo was in, it was almost like they had cushioned their fall from however high they fell.

“Where are we?” Mikey asked, finally looking around the long, stone room.

“The sewer tunnels?” Leo questioned.

“I don’t think so,” Donnie said, holding a flower in front of his face. “How do they grow?”

“What are you talking about?” Raph asked, now sitting up.

“The flowers.” Donnie clarified, spinning it between two fingers close to his face, then looking up towards the ceiling. “How do they grow? There’s no sunlight, no rainwater, but they’re as healthy as any normal flower, maybe even more so. They’re almost glowing.” He held the flower right in front of his eyes, the golden glow accentuating the red in his usually rust coloured eyes.

“What does it matter?” Raph questioned again.

“Well, usually flowers grow through photosynthesis, which involves a heavy dose of sunlight which it would not get this far underground. Even if it was the kind of flower to bloom only in dark spaces it still wouldn’t be able to get the water or nutrients it needs to thrive. So, with this information, I can only draw up the conclusion that we are definitely not in the sewers of New York.”

“Then… Where are we? We fell down a hole in New York!” Leo exclaimed.

“We fall into all kinds of weird crap, it’s not like this is the first time. Let’s stop sitting around and find a way out of here.” Raph suggested.

“We have no idea where we are, we can’t just rush into things.” Leo told him.

“Well, we can’t just sit here!”

“Why don’t we go through that door?” Mikey suggested, pointing to the end of the room.

The three older siblings looked behind them, seeing the dark doorway, leading into an even darker room.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea…” Leo said again, though he got up with his brothers.

“Well, Raph is right, Leo. We can’t just sit here, and we can’t fly, as pointed out earlier, so our only way is through here,” Donnie had moved towards the doorway, trying to see through the darkness. “Wherever here is…”

“Then let’s go.” Raph decided, walking through.

Mikey turned to Donnie, who followed Raph, then turned to Leo and shrugged, following the others through as well.

Leo let out a loud groan before walking through the doorway as well.

The hall was dark, but after a few moments they came to a larger section, with one patch of light sitting in the middle, and in the middle of that, a large, golden flower.

“Does that flower have a face?” Raph asked blatantly.

“Well, you’re not from around here, are you?” The flower spoke, and all four brother’s jumped, staring at it incredulously.

“Did that flower just talk?” Donnie asked.

“I did talk, actually. Howdy! Names’ FLOWEY. FLOWEY the FLOWER. And like I was saying, you’re not from around here, are you?”

“Where- Where is here, exactly?” Donnie questioned, Mikey leaning down to see the talking flower better.

“You’re definitely new then. This is the UNDERGROUND. Golly, you must be so confused. Someone ought to teach you how things work around here! I guess little old me will have to do. I’m sure it will work. You may look like MONSTERS but your SOULS feel HUMAN enough.”

The four turtles look offended at the word monsters, and Leo could only ask; “What are you talking about?” before the world blinked in and out of darkness, and suddenly everything looked different. They were stood in a small room, looking down at a box with four hearts sitting in it. One blue, one red, one purple and one orange.

Behind them were three walls, but they looked they were non-existence, just eternal darkness, the illusion only crushed by Donnie pressing his hand against the back wall.

Flowey sat across from them, on the other side of the room.

“See those hearts? They are your SOUL, the very culmination of your being. Your SOUL starts off weak but can grow strong if you gain a lot of LV. What’s LV stand for? Why, LOVE, of course. And judging by those weapons you wear, I’m sure you already have lots of LOVE, but I’ll share some with you anyway!”

The boys looked down at their weapons, Donnie turning to give Raph a confused look.

“Down here, LOVE is shared through. . . Little white. . . ‘friendliness pellets.’ Are you ready? Just think to move your hearts around and try to catch as many as you can!”

White pellets appeared around Flowey, ready to shoot towards the boy’s souls.

“I don’t trust this,” Leo said but noticed that he could move the blue heart with just a thought.

“Yeah, he’s too nice.” Raph agreed.

“I don’t understand what’s going on. Where are we?!” Donnie asked, looking around the small box.

“Guys, it’s a talking flower. How can you not dig that? He’s just tryin’ to share the love!” Mikey smiled.

“Don’t touch them.” Leo ordered.

“Ready?” Flowey asked, and the pellets started moving towards their hearts.

Leo and Raph immediately moved their hearts out of the way, while Mikey went towards them, and Donnie, distracted by trying to figure out how the box worked, stayed where he was.

As the pellets hit the hearts, Donnie and Mikey cried out in pain, dropping to their knees.

Leo and Raph jumped to their brother’s sides, trying to hold them up before they hit the ground completely. They all looked back to the Flower, now with a wicked smile on his face.

“You idiots. You should have listened to the others. In this world it’s kill or BE killed. Why would ANYONE pass up an opportunity like this?!”

His smiled turned downright evil as bullets surrounded the box where their hearts were, spinning around them. Raph leant Donnie up against Leo before jumping up to bang at the opening, finding himself stuck inside by an invisible barrier.

“Die.” The flower said as the bullets started moving towards them at a slow pace, laughing madly. They all moved their hearts towards the centre, trying to avoid the bullets for as long as they could.

And then, as quickly as they appeared, they were gone. The flower looked confused before he was shot out of the box, and a new creature appeared. She looked almost like a goat, though she stood as a human, and their thoughts immediately jumped towards mutant.

With her appearance Donnie and Mikey let out deep gasps, breathing deeply now that the pain was gone.

“What a terrible creature, torturing such poor, youth. . .” She said, in a soft, kind voice. She gave a sad smile at their looks of distrust, helping the now healed brothers to their feet. “Ah, do not be afraid, my children. I am TORIEL, caretaker of the RUINS. I pass through this place every day to see if anyone has fallen down. No one has fallen in quite some time, and certainly no one quite like you four. You almost look like you could be from WATERFALL, but your souls are so clearly human.

“Either way, come! I will guide you through the catacombs.”

The world faded again and when their sight came back they found themselves standing back in the room where they had first seen the flower.

The goat women stood in front of them, before gesturing them to follow and made her way to the other side of the room.

The boys exchanged looks before Leo shrugged, and started to follow her, the other three not far behind.

“Are you sure we can trust this one?” Raph asked.

“No, I’m not sure. But there’s something about her. Something that just feels like we should.” Leo replied as they walked through the door and into a lit room. Purple stone walls surrounded them, and at the end of the room was a pile of red flowers and a sparkling light in front of them.

Mikey walked towards it, and just as he got close enough to touch it, a voice loomed in their heads.

(The shadow of the ruins looms above, filling you with determination.)

(HP fully restored.)

{File saved.)

The boys all stood silent for a moment before Donnie spoke.

“File saved? Are we in a video game?!”

#tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt 2012 #undertale #donatello #raphael #michelangelo #leonardo #flowey #toriel #my writing #idek guys #bet you guys all forgot i even wrote it's been such a while #lmao #i'm trash #absolute garbo

[chikotos]

speaking of That my mom is finally recognizing that when I say “i dont feel good” it doesnt mean i have a cold or sth its that Uh, im probably experiencing suicidal thoughts and cant express it well (or at least smth along those lines) and my house has been dirty cuz i havent cleaned in a while or i cant keep it clean and she n my sister cleaned an area and i repeatedly told her not to bc shes always using my sister to do things im not adequate enough to do on time and its rlly not fair to her even if she doesnt realize it cuz like shes only 12 & we dont ever even talk so she shouldnt have to take care of someone 5 years older than her.. and i was gonna clean but I basically slept all day so i could just clean alone at night when I feel safe to walk around the house . i wasnt even tired idk why i slept but now im eerily awake and maybe will be umless i force myself to sleep

its so lonely here and thats only hit me like this year cuz all the time before I would go through periods of hanging out after school maybe.. twice a year? and only hanging out with one person whod have many friends but theyd b my only friend which is a problem i tend to have. but it jst got to the point where im realizing, i think cuz i was in my schools drama program n exposed to lots of friendships, that im jst like ,really fucking lonely. Which is unfortunate because ive always been such an internal person at home and have been able to work creatively but thats all like leaving me? art doesnt make me happy anymore because i dislike my art so much and havent had a platform to share it in so long and i guess I thrive on other ppls opinions of it? and I definitely cant write anymore. I havent been able to zone in on an interest in MONTHS and thats left me creatively drained, a lot. 

I think im starting to rlly, RLLY redirect my complete attention from interests to ppl (which always ends well am i right lads) and it isnt fair to ppl who like, have others and need space and time etc or Uh, dont even know me. but its like a switch like , I can either be creative or i can feel loved and Boy Howdy, do i need both,

its just weird cuz im the only one in my family thats emoitonal like this and I think thats why i feel so isolated. like im not exxagerating when I say my dad has 0 friends tht arent family. my mom has work friends she will hang out with maybe 4 times a year not for work, but shes always complaining abt social situations which I can understand. maybe my siblings r like that too but my sisters young n focuses on minecraft n stuff n hangs out w friends more than me n we barely know each other so its not like id know, maybe my half brother is but whens the last time hes wanted to talk to me right. like i cry all the time and all it does is make my dad angry at memfor being incompetent and make my mom think its her fault and my sister confused and jst takes up everyones time

and its jst all v strange. like i was kinda raised 2 not have friends, inadvertantly i guess. i can remember my mom trying to make me feel better about something along the lines of u can b okay w/out friends if u have family but she jst told me friends dont matter and im never gonna talk to ppl i meet at my age as an adult, so it stuck w/ me and i started to make moral judgements on ppl on small things we could talk out like say, they use homophobic language sometimes but im sure theyd respect me enough to stop, but id make those judgements before we could befriend each other n take a chance, kinda to protect myself from attachments? but later in life ive found ppl who dont do stuff like that, and thats when i focus in on them im an unfair way to them and they r the only person/group of ppl in my life, etc etc and idk how to stop because im so scared of hanging out w/ most ppl alone i guess? but ill still be here, thinking about like example (namedrop bc he doesnt have me tumblr anyways) my friend jacob tht never hung out w/ me outside of school but i fuccin loved that kid n he just stopped talking to me over the summer n ignored my text i send first day of summer and now we see each other and talk briefly but its like he wont let us be friends anymore and smth like this always happens and its So

and tbh how can i expect it to not happen when i limit myself so much n they will have plenty of other close close friends when i dont? and i think ive gotten better but idk anymore. 

and uh, unrelated. I think my dog ive had for 12 years may have to end up being put down this year. hes got cataracts in both eyes and skin diseases and back problems and teeth problems (hes inbred) and hes losing his hearing too and for the past two weeks hes been peeing everywhere and we can let him out but he cant climb stairs anymore n he has to walk them to get to our yard and im the only one w/ the patience to pick him up (hes only 8 pounds) n put him in the yard bc my parents will jst scream at him n my sister doesnt like dogs and hes got seperation issues w me and whines when he cant be in my room which is the farthest from the door out n stuff. and its like rlly stressful my mom will scream at him in front of my sister n brother n me and the other day she said my dad grabbed him by the neck and threw him out on the concrete cuz he peed inside and hes so tiny that thats just gonna make everyting worse and its notmlike i can stop them bc why would anyone listen to me and hed prob b fine for s few more years if he lived in a patient house with ppl who would take him to the vet but theyre prob gonna put him down early snd its gonna b so weird w/out him

when i showered earlier i took s razor with me w/ the intent to cut my thighs, and i did a little, but i never ever draw blood wnd its strange. why am i given these urges when im so fucking terrified of blood. itll still leave marks n stuff but it makes me feel weak ? n ill bruise myself up instead but its never the same. and im such an advocate for help w self harm but i cant for myself. its like i subconsciously want 2 get caught ? idk. i did throw my razor away though and the others i have r rusty and im not THAT much of a dumbass so i dont have options to self harm anymore unless i get new ones. lifehack

and uh lol, having no schedule n it being summer my eating habits r SHIT. it always hurts to eat p much, its at different times n most of the time i just snck only or i dont eat for hours n see black spots n stuff. and when i dont eat its not a body image thing (im nt rlly happy w my nody but its not sth not eating will help with) its cuz i dknt wanna go upstairs for food where my dad is n the snacks r downstairs so its easier, or cuz i forget or cuz i like, want to punish myself? but im too lazy to self harm. its weird

n since ive stopped id’ing as ace officially my internalized lesbophobia has gotten so much worse . im so repressed and lost ans sad, nothinng rly makes sense? I either fall in love w/ anyone who flirts with me or i focus on someone who ill never fucking talk to or see again and imagine countless scenarios n set myself up to b sad. i seek validation from ppl on it but nothhing comes out right or i just cant say it, because other than when i make myself the butt of gay jokes i just cant sven get the words out of my throat that im gay cuz im jst so ashamed and disgusted with myself. ive been looking at pictures of guys lately cuz ive been trying to force myself to like them. back when i thought i was pan it always felt safer bc i could always just love a cis guy or whatever and everything would b okay for my family ykno. and its such a shameful thing for me bc my irl friends who im out to, most see me as v confident abt it at least a little bc im loud abt it u kno, and make all sorts of jokes, and i jst know so many would b surprised or like sad abt that

i want to stop liking girls so much. like holy shit. i have so many straight girl friends and i hate it when they flirt with me because lik, none r my type so i feel nothing but then i feel like i shiuld then feel like No i shouldnt then feel like i shouldnt even be around them bc im a gross disgusting creepo dyke predator. n they always use the excuse of me having a gf so its fine id never hit on them well like, now im single so i have to be DOUBLE careful not to b affectionate w them as im w all my friends and itsssssssssssssmjshfjhdjfhsjdhjshdjshdjhsjdhsjhdjshdk

and i like, think abt this girl alot n yea its romantic even thomwe never fucking talked n rlly i do that w lots of girls and its making me lose out on friendships bc i wanna b their friends somehow bc i think theyre very cool n stuff but i cant stop hodling on to stupid daydreams n idealizations i get to distract me when im sad n its jst stupid like i know its dumb but guess whos boutta keeeeeeppppp doin it??!!!!! boy!!!

and i try so damn hard to talk feeling out, n talk abt who im attracted to n stuff w ppl, n i try so hard to gush but i cant cuz smth comes outta my mouth and then i cant speak past that and no one ends up rlly knowing how i feel, bc ANY time i talk abt anytingngay related abt me its what happens. and i listen to others talking abt tht stuff and i jsut get so god damn JEALOUS bc idk how to express myself 

all these inadequacies n shit is making it rlly hard to see how,im gonna b on my own n its always been like this. at TWELVE YEARS OLD i came to fhe fucking conclusion that i was just gonna kill myself when i turned 18 so i didnt have to deal with all this and i was OKAY WITH IT and i just went through life knowing that and hiding it and so rarely questioning my inevitable suicide as a childc so instead of dealing with all that n my problems n getting better i let myself get worse cuz uh, fuck it right

idk its all just occured to me how im not a fully functioning human being, in seberal if not all aspects of my life, its weird. now that I actively want to live and realize i uh Kinda have to simce ill b the legal guardian of my brother its all very scary

sorr i was all over the place and all the typos i didnt mean anyof them n im not crytyping like, i cried a bit but i jst hate typing kn thsi shitty tablet keyboard, n dont wanna spellcheck. if u read through comgratulations also please dont message me abt like the self harm junk n my dog n stuff like, whatever ur abt to say. I Know my guy 

time to go uhhhhhhhhhhh daydream about impossible gay shit with guilt in the back of my mind

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Papers of Homelessness - Chapter 4

A/N: Too long of a chapter so i cut it to two, sorry about that ^^

we’re seeing more of the dreemurr family in this chapter and poor chara~

enjoy~

edit: 11/02/2017

BEFORE | NEXT

You didn't know what had changed that day, but ever since, Hood would drop by once a day without a fail an hour after rush hours of either morning or evening depending on your shift. Always carrying just enough for one meal and always letting you decide on what they would eat.

Sometimes, you had tried to give them the more risky dishes just to see their reaction but other than a small jolt when you had given them your extra spicy bologna spaghetti, they had never reacted to anything.

You had always felt a bit disappointed when they had stayed calm.

But despite no reactions, they had always left you a small drawing when they were gone. Sometimes it would be sketches of people. Sometimes it would be a drawing Grillby and the diner. And occasionally, when you would give them the risky dishes, they would draw you.

You had kept them all in your notebook.

Once, you had went through the drawings and noted with a pleased hum that Hood was getting better. The strokes were more confident and the shading was less smudged and more defined than before.

A month later, you were beginning to get used to the new presence in your life when your mother cornered you at dinner with a big knowing grin.

You didn't like this expression.

"Yes, mom?" You sighed and folded your arms, straightening up in your chair despite knowing that she was much bigger than you and could take you down without breaking a sweat.

Your mother chuckled and placed her hands on her wide hips, short platinum hair in the back and long in the front swishing as she tilted her head. Dark red eyes gleamed in interest. "So who is she?"

"Huh?" Your eyes blinked in confusion, not expecting the question. You mother's grin widened.

"Don't act coy now, my child," She bent a bit to loom over you, "You have been smiling more often lately and I have seen the drawings."

The tips of your ears burned and you hissed. "Mom, that's private!"

"Ah-ha! So you do have a girlfriend!"

Your jaw dropped and you looked at her incredulously.

"Mom, since when did I get a girlfriend?" You asked her, still befuddled by her exclaim.

Your mother's grin faltered and she sat on a chair next to yours, leaning forward to place her hand on yours. "Chara, did you meet someone new recently?"

You went through the last few weeks. Well, you were approached at the deserted street, saw Hood there. Had papers to do. Hood came from a gang fight. Hood becoming a regular. Grillby raising your salary by 10% percent…

"No, can't really think of… Oh, yeah," You smacked your head, "Hood. I guess I have only known them for two months now?"

"Hood?" You grimaced at the glint in your mother's eyes.

You exhaled, asking for patience. "Yeah, this kid just appeared one day in the diner, passed me some money and stood back. They stayed quiet for a while so I just told them what they can order with the money they gave me and since then they had been coming every so often to eat. They give me drawings as a thanks."

"How are they like?" Your mother sat back, hands on her big lap, her dress creasing a bit with the weight. You leaned back as well, giving up on trying to reason with your mother, and looked up, sight fuzzing a bit as you recalled your information about Hood.

"Well, they are quiet as hell but more talkative than Grillby so it isn't that bad. I think they are a girl from their voice and what I could see from under the hood, but with everything nowadays I could be wrong. They have got those ninja moves. Like I swear they just teleport from place to place. They somehow got fixated to their brain that I am some sort of a saint because I gave them the extra lemonade the first time they came by. They are stronger than what they appear to be and more canny than expected. They're decent, I guess?"

You grumbled and looked down, startling at the happy smile your mother was sporting. "Mom?"

"I am so happy for you, my child!" She exclaimed and stood up. "I really want to meet this Hood of yours. When do they usually come?"

"Uh… an hour after rush hour?" You blinked, feeling dread settling in your abdomen. God, what did you get yourself into?

"Then I'll come tomorrow," She smiled, not letting you refuse when she stood up and went to her room, "Don't forget to dress nicely for them!"

"Why?" You called back but her door slammed shut so you were left without a reply.

Groaning in defeat, you finished your soup and bread, feeling trepidation blossom in your chest.

"…okay...?" Grillby asked you the next morning while you two prepared the special dish of today: beef stew. You groaned and slumped your head down wearily.

"Yeah, but my mom is coming today after hearing about Hood." The redhead owner stilled and looked at you, green eyes gleaming worriedly behind his glasses.

You waved him off. "She thinks I need a love life. I'm old enough to marry after all."

"…Hood…?"

"Yeah, I'm also laughing at the idea," You snorted, "I mean, I haven't even seen their face properly."

Grillby hummed and turned back to his cutting. You shrugged and cut the raw beef to cubes, throwing them to the pot and seasoning everything, carefully filling the pot with a bit of water. You took what the other had cut and threw it in the pot, hearing the water splash, closing the lid and cranking the heat up.

Then you went to prepare the sandwiches.

Soon, the familiar motions of cutting and mixing lulled your thoughts to a stop and when the first customers arrived, you were in a more relaxed mood and managed to force your smiles at everyone like usual.

Three hours later you were cleaning the counter, listening to the ticking the clock's hand was making while checking your earnings at the same time.

Multitasking... what a joy...

The bell jingled and you looked up to see your mother under a sun-umbrella and eyes hidden under thick sunglasses enter the diner alongside a familiar person and immediately your mood soured and you groaned, wanting to disappear into the ground.

"Why did you bring Az here, mom?" You complained, not resisting when your brother marched to you and swept you into a big embrace.

"Howdy, Chara!" He cheered and you noted annoyingly that you were short enough to be tucked under his pointy chin.

"Yeah, yeah. How are you doing, Asriel?" You grumbled and pushed him away, looking him over, "Aren't you tall enough already?"

Your brother grinned sheepishly and rubbed the back of his head, shaggy blond hair and long bangs framing a boyish face. "Sorry, Chara."

"No need, Asriel," Your mother intervened, placing her hands on your brother after tucking away her sunglasses and umbrella, "Just because Chara is short doesn't mean you need to be sorry for your height."

"Mom!" You glowered at her while she laughed. You blushed in mortification from the comment on your shortness, knowing that you were actually average in size. It was just that your family was so freakishly tall!

You took a deep breath to calm yourself and folded your arms over your chest. "So, how about you just take something to eat and sit somewhere? We don't let those who don’t buy stay."

Your mother chuckled and ordered a bowl of stew. Your brother patted your back sympathetically and ordered a plate of chicken breast and noodles.

Nodding in relief, you quickly prepared your family's orders, nearly missing the bell jingling again and the newcomer entering. You waved for them to wait and placed the bowl and plate on the counter, glaring at your family and nearly begging them not to make a scene.

"…what's wrong?" Hood glanced at your mother and brother, something that was shown only by the hood turning a bit and revealing the button nose.

"Just my annoying family," You grumbled and motioned for the two thorns in your side, "The freakishly tall woman is my mom, Toriel. And that freakishly tall kid is my brother, Asriel."

Your brother gave you the stink eye. You smirked at him, knowing better than to flip him the bird in your mother's presence.

"Oh…" Hood turned to them and gave a wave. Your mom's eyes softened and she bowed her head in greetings.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, I am Toriel Dreemurr, Chara's mother."

"Chara?" Hood turned to you and you blinked in confusion.

"Yes?"

Your mother turned to you in shock. "You never told each other your names?"

You looked away, trying to remember if you did before realizing that indeed you had never told each other your names. Hood had just become the name you used to address the homeless kid without noticing.

You shrugged. "Guess not?"

"That's no good!" Toriel shook her head at your insensitivity. She turned to Hood. "Come, I'll buy you some lunch in exchange for a conversation."

Hood seemed to be apprehensive by the offer and you snorted. "Don't worry, she's harmless… when it's not her sons."

"He means when he's not acting out of line." Your mother chuckled and dragged the hooded homeless to the nearest table, Asriel trailing behind her with their orders. Getting a sense of déjà vu, you simply made another bowl of stew and bread to bring to the table, smirking when Hood fidgeted in their chair, obviously not used to so much interaction.

"So what's your name?" Your mother started immediately, smiling at you when you placed Hood's plate in front of them. The tiny hooded person fiddled inside their pockets.

"…Frisk…"

You stiffened, a certain itch in your chest that you had never realized was there settling. Calmness washed over you.

Huh... so apparently you were kind of curious to know Hood's name.

You went back to the counter and stood there, listening to the conversation, ready to interfere if your mother started going into the embarrassing parts of your life.

And yes, you were certain that she would do that.

Asriel took a bite from his meal, gray eyes stuck to the dirty hands guiding the spoon from the stew to Hood's mouth. After a long moment with you feeling like wrangling your brother for being so damn curious, he opened his mouth. "Are you in love with my brother?"

You choked on your breath and braced yourself against the counter as you tried to expel the damned thing that seemed to block your airway.

Hood looked up and regarded you with a tilt of their head. You cleared your throat and glared at your brother. "What the hell was that for, you brat!?"

"Just curious." Asriel smirked knowingly and turned to Hood, hovering over them slightly, "So?"

Your brother's size dwarfed Hood, who seemed like a little kid next to him, so it made sense that Hood's shoulders hunched and they scooted away, suspicion rolling in waves off of them.

Huh… so they are able to feel strongly, you noted while marching to your brother and smacking the back of his head.

"Ow!" Asriel yelped and turned to you. "Why did you do that for?"

"For scaring my costumer, idiot!" You glared, "Your size can be scary to some people, you know."

"Oh…" Asriel turned sheepish and regarded Hood with a soft smile, "I'm sorry, Frisk."

Hood looked at you and you shrugged, ruffling your brother's hair. Then they turned to him and shrugged as well.

"Sorry…" They returned to their meal and quietly dug in, turning slightly to your brother occasionally, their shoulders not relaxing despite him apologizing.

You sighed and gave another smack to your brother's head before heading back to the counter, wishing that this day would pass as quickly as possible.

You always forget how much you hate your family… sometimes.

"Sorry about them. I tried to stop them, but…" You said when Hood finished their meal and stood up to return the bowl and spoon. They shrugged and placed the items on the counter.

"Nice…"

You raised a brow. "You really need a better understanding of 'nice', kid."

"Frisk…" You blinked.

"Hmm?"

"Frisk…" They sounded a bit annoyed and you startled at the new emotion. "Call me Frisk…"

"Why? 'Kid' suits you pretty well. Or 'Hood', even." You pushed, intrigued.

Hood's hands stopped fiddling in their pockets and come out to play with the hood strings, head rising enough for their lower face to be revealed. Their mouth was pursed in distaste.

"…You are tiny." You froze, your mind going blank.

Oh no, they didn't….

You growled and towered over them. "If I am tiny, then you're microscopic."

Hood stared back, the barely visible reddish brown orbs blank yet shone with a strange intensity in them. You huffed and broke from the staring contest, reaching out to flick the other's forehead.

Hood took a step back, orbs back behind the hoodie. You grinned victoriously. "I won, now get lost."

"Not nice…" Hood muttered as they left.

"Damn right! You finally got it!" You yelled after them. When the door closed, you were about to start cleaning and getting ready for the next rush hour.

Only for sniggering to halt your movement.

Crap, you had completely forgotten about your mother and brother. Dread filling your gut, you turned slowly to your family only to startle when Asriel ran to you and embraced you, twirling you around.

"Asriel, stop it!" You screeched and flailed, not liking being in the air without any control.

Fortunately, your brother released you.

Unfortunately, he was holding your shoulders and vibrating in excitement. You groused and pushed him away, folding your arms defensibly.

"Okay, spill. What are you so happy about?"

Asriel grinned and held his hands together, putting on a comically dreamy look, fluttering his lashes.

"Please call me Frisk!" He exclaimed then placed his hands on his hips and made a scowl. "Why? 'Kid' is better."

Again to the dreamy look. "But I want you to call me frisk and take me into your arms—"

"Okay, you made your point!" You growled and slapped your hands over his face, hating how you had to reach up to do so. "You think Hood is in love with me. Wow, you must really need some glasses. Mom," You looked past your brother, "Can we schedule a visit… what the hell!?"

Your mother's eyes were streaming and she was sniffling. "My lonely child has finally found such love! I'm so glad for him…"

"Mom!?" You exclaimed in mortification, ears and cheeks on fire. Asriel laughed and swept you into a hug again.

Squeezed to your brother's chest, you wondered where you went wrong to get such annoying people as a family.

Someone save your poor soul, you thought unhelpfully, trying to calm your brother and mother and force them out of the door.

"I'll make something as a celebration so don't be too late!" Your mother called back as you finally pushed the two of them out, exhaling in frustration and slamming the door on them.

When the two were far enough, you let your forehead fall onto the door as you calmed down and tried to tone down the blushing.

"Shitty mom and Az…" You cursed and pushed yourself from the door and strode to the counter, not in the mood for the rest of shift and not for the first time wishing that Grillby would hire more stuff so you could take proper breaks and not worry about your boss getting swept over by the customers.

A paper caught your attention and you grabbed it immediately, smoothing it out and giving a small chuckle, your annoyance fading a bit.

It was only the half-finished faces of you and your brother with what could be your mother behind you two. Seems like even Hood wasn't so capable of quick drawing after all, you rolled your eyes and laughed a bit at the thought, feeling much lighter now.

Then you froze.

And cursed.

"I'll fucking kill you, Az…" The smiling face of your brother on the paper taunted you.

You really hate your family.

NEXT

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An Excerpt from Immanis

Howdy everyone! I’m taking my webcomic idea and turning it into a book too, as writing is easier for me than drawing all the time! Plus I have more time and energy to write!

The newly made man finally lands, tumbling on ice and attempting to break his fall somewhat. He landed on his rear mostly, grumbling before standing up. He waved his hands, smoke drifting from his finger tips before it started to stick to his body in great clouds. It also began to smother his face, hiding his handsome features before he snapped his fingers and it all dissipated, leaving him in fine clothes he thought suited him well.

A black cloak fell around his back and shoulders, and a skull-like mask hid his face from view. Death was prepared to sleuth the problem he’d discovered down below.

Once he turned to look at what, or who, was stuck, he gazed upon a man more beautiful than any he had seen before. The concept of humans, men in particular, had always been one that fascinated Death. While his sister fawned over the idea of women, making them powerful and strong and beautiful in every way she could, Death was caught up in their counterparts. He could agree, the idea of women would be a blessing to this universe, but he found himself appreciating the aesthetic of the idea of men more often. He supposed this was a correlation to his and Life’s “good and evil” gimmick. That they were opposites, not necessarily more good or bad than one another. That, or perhaps he was just too homosexual. Not that the same couldn’t be said about his sister, though.

Death slowly approached the thrashing and struggling figure, noting he seemed to be trapped in the thick ice that stretched seemingly forever. The beautiful man, upon closer inspection, seemed to glow faintly. Fair skin free of any hair or blemish, soft beige hair falling over his features, wide brown eyes as dark and deep as space itself. Death could see stumps jutting out of his back, blood crusted over and bones sticking out, snapped and jagged. Broken wings. Had one of his sister’s Heavenly creatures fallen? Had one of her creations not been perfect? Oh! Oh that was laughable! Miss Perfection had failed! Her “divine” God had casted out an angel!

Death laughed, which caught the attention of the young man below him. The angel turned to look up at him, and Death went quiet again to stare back. “Stuck, are we?” He asked, moving his cloak around himself before taking a seat next to the stuck man.

The angel immediately turned away from him, and it could be seen his ears were reddening. This one had such a precious face, round cheeks and a button nose, full lips and innocent eyes. He was adorable, just perfect seeming. The appearance was a ruse though. He was fully aware of what angels were supposed to appear as inside Heaven. This one, a Fallen one, he had been stripped of his power. The broken vestigial halo and torn off wings were more than enough proof.

“Well? Are you?” Death crossed his arms and faced the angel, his mask emotionless to whomever gazed at it. “…yes, I am. I have landed in the Earth’s core, and as soon as I did ice spread all around. It’s too cold, I can’t feel my legs.” The angel struggled again, while Death stood and walked around slowly.

“This is a powerful spell. A long one. You’re going to be stuck for awhile.” Death sat back down after making his observations, watching the young man again.

“How long!?”

“Calm down, thrashing like that won’t help you. I’d say this… this will last a millennium. At least. You’ll be down here, they’re hoping you’ll die.” He was calm as he spoke so casually, running a hand over the ice. It was so cold it would burn, but Death was immune to such Earthly things.

“I don’t want to die!” The angel growled and thrashed still, until Death rested a hand on his shoulder.

“What’s your name?” Death asked him.

“Lucifer the Light. Who are you?” Lucifer tilted his head a bit to look up at Death, eyeing him curiously. “I have had, and will have, many many names. Though personally, the ones I’ve given myself are preferred. You can call me Mors. You know of Vitae, yes?” His sister would want to know what happened to one of her most powerful creations. Lucifer was made to be God’s right hand, the highest of angels, almost as powerful as the big guy himself. So what had happened?

“Mors? Like Death? You’re Death? Vitae’s evil sibling?” Lucifer’s eyes widened in surprise. Of course, Life would refer to him as evil. Of course! “Yes, I’m Vitae’s brother. I am Death. And I have a proposition for you.”

He steepled his fingers together and looked down at the angel again, then decided to remove his mask. Lucifer stared, his skin flushing faintly once more as he gazed at Mors’s face. “What? What proposition?”

“Firstly, why did you Fall? What happened?” He queried. This information was what he needed to seal his deal. “I wanted more. I deserved more than second.” Lucifer claimed, and immediately Mors could see why he fell. He was full of Pride, as well as Gluttony, Greed, and Envy. He Lusted for power, even became Wrathful when he was not given it. This man was full of Sin. Full to the brim, and it was his undoing. He had not expected his sister to create an imperfect creature, but he was going to take advantage of this opportunity.

“So you wanted to be God, huh?” Mors leaned over to look him in the eyes, and held a hand out to him, “Stick with me, and I can make you just that. If you can help me best my sister and build a domain of my own, I’ll give you power beyond your wildest dreams.”

Lucifer seemed to mull it over in his head for a moment. He looked at the ice, his hands, and the jagged edges of the hole he was stuck in. Finally, he turned back to Mors and nodded.

“I’ll do it.” The angel reached up and took Mors’s hand, shaking it a few times to seal the deal.

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