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ffxv-chocoheadcanons · 3 years

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Hiya! I was wondering if I could get some hcs for the bros noticing their s/o being super distant lately and finally confronting them only for their s/o to completely break down sobbing, telling him that they’ve been feeling just really useless and unloved lately. Like how would each chocobro react to this/ comfort them? I hope this makes sense and is and ok request!

AN: This has been sitting for so danm long, and I mean I wanna write again soooo here we go, I hope your okay with me adding and changing a few things cause I am a utter simp for a Polybros and weak for A/B/O so ima add those into this much like other stuff now, so here we are I hope you enjoy! Also side note I wrote this all on my phone, at work so it's a little rushed and all over the place I'm sorry I will try to make them better /o0o\

Word Count: 2,844

Pairing: Chocobros x Omega Reader

Dynamics:

Noctics [Alpha], Gladio [Alpha], Ignis [Alpha], Prompto [Beta] it's a fight between Omega or Beta for Prompto.

Warnings: light omega depression, slight suggestions of nsfw

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With a yawn Noctis blinked a few times to get the blurriness out of his vision. He was the first one to wake up to his surprise, or well he thought so? Looking around he was in-between Prompto and Ignis, with Gladio behind Prompto. He was warm and content, yet something felt off? Missing? Sitting up a little more he noticed someone was missing. You there omega, rubbing the back of his neck he was puzzled he fell asleep last night with you curled up next to him and prompto… right? Why was there omega gone? How did she wake up and not wake anyone, mostly Gladio but then again. Looking at the Alpha he was drooling some with loud snores he honestly found comforting, that would explain it he was out cold.

Noctis was thinking, maybe he should get up and look for you, maybe you were already in the kitchen. You kept on how one day you would even beat Ignis to the kitchen and make everyone breakfast. Maybe that's what you were doing. With a yawn Noct started to get tired again from the warmth of his pack before he felt the lull to lay back down and pass out again.

It was a few hours and Noctis woke up again feeling Ignis move away from him. With a whine he opened his eyes looking out. Ignis yawned but bent back down, placing a kiss on the prince's head seeing him wake. "It's okay...go back to sleep" the Beta whispered to him, brushing some of his hair out of his face. Noct didn't need to be told twice and pass back out.

Ignis shuffled around the room as quietly as he could, slipping on slippers and a shirt. Stepping out of the room he glanced around the hall before walking to the kitchen. He was glad the king moved them into a larger apartment seeing as Noct formed a pack. He scented the air to try and catch your scent but it puzzled him how faint it was. He noticed you weren't in the bed this morning. "Y/n?" He called softly looking around the kitchen. No coffee, no warm scent, no sweet words or affection. Just a normal empty cold kitchen. Maybe you were in the living room?. Walking around he poked his head around the corner to look into it, nothing. Fixing his glasses he did notice one thing though, the pillows and blankets on the couch were missing. It clicked, you had to be in the nest room.

Going back to the kitchen he decided he shouldn't bother you if you were, he knew you liked to fix it once in a while, he needed to look at his phone soon and see the calendar, you had a heat coming up soon if he remembers correctly. It didn't take long for everyone else to wake up and shuffle out of the room with the smell of breakfast being cooked. Still one person didn't show up, Gladio stood next to Ignis at the stove leaning back on it as he slowly slipped his mug filled with coffee. Watched Noct just about drag Prompto to the livingroom to sleep on the couch some more. "Where's y/n?, I didn't see them when I woke up" he mumbled into his cup, turning his gaze back to Ignis. His eyes trailed over the male looking at the darker marks on his neck that Prompto and Noctis left behind the night before.

Ignis turned his head to glance at the others before he hummed with a puzzled look. "I think they might be in the nesting room the blankets and pillows are gone from the living room" Gladio nods. They all knew better then to knock on that door, recently you have been in there more and more, not to mention last time Noctis wanted to cuddle with you in it you nipped at him with a growl. It was the first time in a while you did that to him. Noctis was so heart broken that day he whined the whole day next to the door apologizing the whole time. "Is there heat coming up?" Gladio asked, reaching for his phone. Lighting up the screen he checked the date, soon his own run would start to rear it's head. This was the only time his Rut lined up with your heat for once, he would have to get to you soon about it to spend some time together, but also with the others not wanting to leave them out of it.

Ignis plated the food for everyone, placing them down on the table. "Prompto dear can you let y/n know breakfast is ready? They should be in the nesting room" Prompto nods, getting up leaving a whiny tired Nocotis on the couch. "Come on princess" Gladio said walking to the couch to mess with Noct. Prompto all but bounced to the room with a small knock on the door. "Y/n? Ignis finished breakfast, if you want I could talk him into letting you have it in here" he said rolling on his heels. It was quiet for a while, no response, no whine or growl, no chip or anything…. Pure silence. Tilting his head to the side he knocked again, his knock still light. "Y/n?" He questioned. Still no response. With a confused frown he took a deep break. "Please don't be mad at me for opening the door but I'm worried" , humbled , pushing the door open. Poking his head inside the nest room held a gloom to it, almost feeling ice cold. "Y/n?" He asked to step inside. The normal mess of the nest was folded neat and missing a few items. The shirts, and jackets all folded as well in a small pile. There rested a note on a plush chocobo Prompto got you he scented for the nest. Picking it up he started to read it before he let out a loud whine and sob.

The three at the table all froze, leaning to look down the hallway waiting for someone to come out. When no one did and just a small wail from Prompto, Gladio got to his feet followed by Ignis rushing down the hall. Noct was still groggy and confused. Prompto turned his head hearing Gladio push the door open quickly entering. Glancing around he noticed how the normally full, warm room was pale and empty almost. Ignis was quick to Prompto's side, placing a hand on his shoulder taking the paper. Prompto had a death grip on the Plush holding it to his chest, he may have been a Beta but at times they wondered as he did show some Omega traits. Gladio reached out for the sensitive Beta opening his arms letting him bury himself into his body taking in the Alphas scent.

Ignis skimmed the note quickly and frowned looking over at Gladio. Before reading it out loud. "I'm sorry, I only got in the way, I don't want to intrude anymore. It hurts to leave this, but just know I love you all… y/n '' Ignis was quiet as Noct stepped closer taking the note from his hand looking at it over and over. A low growl came from him deep in his chest as his vision blurred from the tears starting to form in his eyes. No… he couldn't let you go, they needed you… you needed them you were all bonded together. Noctis shoved the paper back to Ignis storming out of the room on the hunt for his phone. Gladio looked at Ignis seeing the heart break in his eyes as he ran his fingers in Prompto's hair as he balled his eyes out whining, his nose buried in the plush. "Ignis…" Gladio said softly. Ignis didn't answer before he nodded already knowing they needed to find you, for your health and there's.

You stared into the cup on the table with a sniffle. You shivered feeling the painful tug in your chest. Hearing a sigh you glanced to the side at the Alpha that placed his coffee down on the table pulling out a chair to join you. Sitting down he leaned on one of his hands, tired eyes looking you over trying to think of what to say. "You need to at least drink something, '' he said in a calm tone. You lifted your head more, your hair falling in your eyes. You e/c looked dull, with bags under your eyes. Looking at Cor you shook your head. "No…." Cor rubbed his eyes before running it down hisnfave with a huff. "So… you finally going to tell me why you snuck away? You know it's dangerous out at night, let alone you being the Omega in his highness pack"

Your dull eyes trailed from him to your hands messing with the bracelets you had on your right wrist. Each one made by the guys, your mates. You thought back to last night, it was a night filled with passion, love, sweat and whines. From the loving touches and sweet hands, from how Ignis helped bath you and Prompto with Gladio and Noctis nearby. From how you fell asleep in the cuddle pile, to slipping away and leaving. For the past several months you have felt detached from them. They kept leaving to the citadel for work, but it was their job and what they had to do, the distant feeling of when they came home, to how it felt like they barely talked anymore, or how it felt like they spent more time together without you. You felt like a burden to them, maybe they pitted you, or just wanted to keep you because of your second gender. You wanted to talk to them about it… but you got scared and decided to leave, slip away in the night. Sadly you didn't get far as Cor was checking on the guards and caught you. Seeing him you fell apart and balled into his arms.

Cor took you to his small apartment not wanting to poke and prod why you looked so upset, and why you were slipping away yet. He wanted to let you calm down before asking all the questions. He knew you had a strong bond with the boys,, and how much they loved you, how much they talked about you or how at times he would pick them up and they smelled heavy of you,, or how they seemed to be on cloud 9 when he stopped by.

Leaning back on the worn chair it creaked from the shift of his weight. "I…" you shook your head before moving a hand to your neck feeling a painful throb on the bonding scars before moving your hand to the other side. You could feel it, with the pack bond and their mate bond the heartbreak. They noticed, you gave a loud whine letting your head rest on the table giving an all chirp and a foul burning rubber scent. "You need them… and they need you" Cor said, placing a hand gently on your shoulder. He didn't want to overstep any boundaries. Hearing his phone roar to life he glanced at it before pressing the side button to quiet the ringer. "Y/n…" he said softly, leaning on the table taking his hand from your shoulder to yours to get you to look at him. He was quiet already seeing the lost look in your eyes, his distant you looked, how much pain was in your eyes and how you almost seemed to fade. The first onset of an Omega depression.

He quickly got to his feet moving to pick you up, placing you on the worn couch before grabbing his phone to call Ignis. Listening to the rings he moved around to grab a few blankets he had he placed them on you. Your body was shivering, with the whines and whimpers. Ignis answered quickly with a shaky voice. "Cor, it's y/n, there gone and we can't find them-" "ignis, breath y/n is here at my apartment, I would get here quickly though I think they have a Omega depression onset" in the background he could hear Gladio growl loudly and a whine from prompto. "I tried to get them to explain, but they seemed distant about it, this has to have been on for a few days, just hurry up and get here"

It didn't take them long to reach Cors apartment almost busting down the door getting inside, lucky cor left it unlocked. He sat in a chair next to the couch watching you to monitor it. Noctis wasted no time pushing past Gladio to get to you, look you over and call your name softly with purrs.

Cor let Prompto take his place to be near their omega and try to drag them out of it as Gladio joined in. Picking you up he placed you in his lap whispering your name. Ignis stood there almost frozen as Cor came to his side. "Ignis… how long have you guys not noticed this?" He asked. Ignis shook his head. "I...I didn't notice, I didn't even see any change in y/n… we have been at the citadel a lot more, yet Y/n was fine… or well we thought so" he sighed shaking his head he joined the others on the couch resting a hand on the couch cushion by Gladio leaning down to place a kiss to your head and scent you.

Everything hurt, or well it did hurt. The pain dulled to a small throb in your head. Feeling something pick you up you whined trying to move away, but your body felt like cement. It didn't take long before a familiar scent started to waft into your nose. Taking a deep breath warmed your heart and body. Gladio, one of your Alphas. Struggling to open your eyes you looked around before the blurry image of Gladio turned more crisp and formed. Next to him was Noctis almost curled on his shoulder to look at you whining and puffing out as much of his scent as he could. There was a head in your neck and a wetness, Prompto you could catch his scent right away, above him resting on Gladios head was Ignis looking down at you.

"Y/n…" Gladio said softly, feeling some tension leave his body. "Dont .... " he couldn't even get the rest of his words out before he crumbled holding you to his body as he buried his face into your neck crying and whining. Your omega kicked into gear hearing the stoic strong Alpha break. It scared you seeing him so broken, "Alpha?" You whispered, nudging him, reaching a heavy hand to his face running along his beard. "No… don't cry" you said softly, your body trying it's best to pump out a calming scent.

It took some time of cuddles and whines, mixed with scenting before you felt light again. "Y/n… why… why did you leave" Noctis asked, holding your face in his hands. "Not…. Not wanted anymore" you said softly with water eyes. "What… no never we always want you" Noctis said with a determined look on his face. "But…. You're always gone… all of you" Noctis huffed with a glare, but it wasn't for you or your pack mates, it was for the council, the idiots who always called them away from your side, making them stay long hours on end. "I'll rip those damn council jerseys to shreds' ' he snarled. "Dear… we love you more than anything" Ignis said, crouching down. He rested abandoned on you and one in prompto's hair as he held onto your middle face buried in your stomach refusing to move as be whined.

Noctis was fuming, he was going on and on about talking to his father to set it straight, how he wanted to rip them to shreds for making their omega so upset and going into a depression. His fangs bared and his scent souring. With a whine he turned hisbatrention to you as you reached out for him. All the tension in his body seemed to melt, moving to you to your calming scent. "Alpha…." You whined. "I will have a word with them when we go back" Ignis said, glancing at Cor who shrugged.

He turned to grab his jacket. "I'm going to be outside the door… just… don't start anything on my couch please I can drive you all back home when you're ready to go" with that he stepped out the door giving you all a moment. With a loud purr you buried yourself in your pack's scents with a small sniffle. "Im… im sorry" nothing more was said as they curled around you bringing you into a cuddle pile smothering you in affection. They would have to deal with the old Council layer, right now they needed to comfort their omega vowing to never let you get this upset again.

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hawklanthebard · 3 years

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Trespassing (Fantasy AU)

"Hey, Boss, look what we caught on the perimeter."

A pair of rough hands released Taka as he was flung onto the rugged soil with a muffled grunt. A feeble effort at getting off the ground resulted in a few crude chuckles above him. The nerve. The absolute nerve. If he was to be their captive, the least they could do was grant him the dignity of letting him walk to their camp with unbound limbs and an unclothed mouth. On top of that, his vinyl white uniform was most likely peppered with splotches now, and after it was perfectly pressed this morning, yet he seemed to be the only one even the least bit concerned. No doubt, these people were indeed ruffians.

When Taka was able to finally rise to his knees, a pair of unpolished forehooves met his gaze as another gruff voice hovered over him.

"A royal guard, huh?"

Now, in this situation, any human worth their salt would've obeyed their first impulse and kept their head down and pray to whatever god would show them mercy. Taka, as many knew, was a very special case. Never one to take a snub lying down. Never one to refuse a challenge. And certainly, never one to submit. Especially not with barbarians who care not for other's laundry. With unfazed furrowed brows and burning ruby eyes, Taka gazed up at the infamous centaur gang leader himself; Mondo Owada.

"Well, this is quite a catch," Mondo smirked, earning a few collected chuckles from his fellow thugs. As quickly as it came, his mock interested tone shifted into looming intimidation. Unlatching his diamond-spiked club from his back, he planted the peak of it into the earth just a mere foot away from Taka as if to remind him of his alpha status. Although, it wasn't like Taka was in any position or capacity to oppose him.

"So, tell me. What's a boot-licking dog like you doing in our territory?" A brief silence, followed by a muffled huff. "Oh right, the gag." With the snap of the leader's fingers, a nearby ruffian removed the cloth from Taka's mouth as the royal guard spat out whatever filth would stain his tongue for the next week or so.

"I'm not on your territory," Taka huffed, taking in the fresh air as he spoke, "You ruffians are trespassing on our land. And it is my duty as Captain of the Royal Guard to protect the House I serve from any threat."

Mondo rolled his eyes, meeting the same glance from a few members. "Right. And exactly what House do you serve? I think we all should know who we're dealing with if they hired such a...dignified representative."

As if not reading the obvious insult, Taka puffed his chest and proudly replied, "I serve the benevolent House of Togami."

A sea of thunderous laughter domed over the camp as the guard's noble smirk vanished. Although his posture remained firm. After what felt like an irritatingly long time, the laughter died down a bit and the leader was able to speak.

"Wow!" Mondo chortled as wiped away a tear before it could even form. "The Togamis?! You come here all high and mighty, ready to take on the most vicious gang in the world, and you serve the fuckin' Togamis?! Geez, with the way you talk all big 'n shit, I woulda thought you served under someone serious like the Kuzuryuu Clan. I mean, dragons need toothpicks, right? Hah, Togamis. Those pissheaded moneybags think they got what it takes to rule the world, and they hire a fuckin' Boy Scout as their flying monkey..!"

The longer and louder the gang laughed with Mondo's remarks, the more red Taka's face bloomed. Not with shame, but with something more intense. No way in heck was he going to sit there and let these four-legged ruffians rake his House's name through the dirt. "Oh yeah? Well, I'd rather be a Boy Scout than a weak little filly like you!"

Stunned silence swept through the camp as if death itself had suddenly made its horrid appearance. Taka glanced in slight curiosity as the previously-stoic members collectively lowered their heads, ears flattened against their heads as they all took a good few steps back with silent clops. Their fearful eyes were either locked on the ground, or on Mondo, although Taka noticed a few quick glances reflecting a look that was given to him many times in his youth when he insulted the school bully; Pity.

The spiked club crashed down, crushing a few decent-sized rocks underneath the soil. The Diamond leader raked his weapon through the mud as he approached the guard with a wet stomp, towering over him as if his head could reach over the trees, the peeking light of midday behind him creating a silhouette over his face, only (literally) flaming red eyes pierced through the shadow.

"You wanna run that by me again, Boy Scout..?" he spoke in a much lower tone than before, insinuating that Taka should pick his next words like grapes for wine.

Such as the noble guard, Taka's firm expression hadn't been swayed by the beast's daunting appearance. He stood his ground...or rather, knelt his ground.

"You heard me. A weak filly like you doesn't deserve to trot on our land. You'd be more fitting in the stables."

Faster than Taka could blink, Mondo snatched him up in the air by the collar, their noses pressed against each other. "You little--! You got a fuckin' death wish or somethin'?!"

"I'm not afraid of a barbarian who has to intimidate others to gain status. The kingdom I serve is blessed with folk who gained their wealth through hard work and punctuality. That's why beasts like you always fall on the bottom."

As if to fulfill a crude punchline, Taka was dropped back onto the muddy clearing with a wet thud. Mondo's pale violet eyes shifted over Taka and gave a subtle nod to whoever was behind him. Taka mentally prepared himself for whatever torture he'd face for his words, and he'd proudly face it with no regrets. However, his face twitched in confusion as his arms and legs had suddenly been freed from restraint.

"You wanna show what a fuckin' top dog you are? Then let's go right now." Mondo spoke with vigorous determination and contained anger, like a raging corrida bull before it's released into the arena.

Rubbing his slightly sore wrists, Taka rose to his feet, dusting off any loose dirt. "A trial by combat to determine our worth to our lands? For my House and homeland, I accept your challenge."

Mondo quickly scanned the guard's body once more. He'd noticed it before, but it hadn't been an issue to bring up. "Where's your weapon?" he asked bluntly.

Taka's hand glided over to his belt and, sure enough, was met with an empty sheath drooped at his hip. "I suppose it must've fallen when I was...captured." He said the last word with masked shame. He didn't want to say it, but there simply was no other word for it. This was truly unbecoming of a royal guard, let alone the Captain. Patrolled the outskirts of the kingdom without backup, captured by the most notorious gang in all the land, and managed to drop his only weapon on the way.

Mondo saw right through the mask as if it were made of glass. He tapped his finger against the shaft of his club and pondered a bit. He could simply offer Taka to use one of their weapons. But it'd probably be seen as taking pity on him, and there's nothing more shameful than that. Besides, it's better a man uses his own weapon or his own fists in a fight. Another streetwise lesson from his big bro. A fistfight would be more probable. Although, his forehooves still would leave the guard with a disadvantage. Why was doing things the honorable way so gods-dammed annoying?

"So..." Mondo sighed away whatever of his pride he had left. "How would you go about we do this?"

Taka lifted his head towards the centaur. "You're asking me? But aren't I...your prisoner?"

"All the more fuckin' reason for you to be the one to decide," Mondo grunted in annoyance. "Weapons are a no-go, my hooves outnumber your fists, so it seems we're at a fuckin' impasse unless you decide."

Taka blinked. This centaur was really letting him decide a fair game. A ruffian with a sense of honor? He felt like he'd discovered another magic-caster outside of House Towa. A husky voice snapped him out of his daze.

"Well, hurry up! We're losing daylight!" The stomp of the forehoof made it clear that Mondo was starting to regret letting Taka decide. "Tell me I didn't just give a decision-making task to some flip-flop fuck."

Taka thought and thought and thought some more, occasionally opening and closing his mouth with no words attached, much to Mondo's ever-growing annoyance. What could they do? There really wasn't much around. Just forest, and plain, and certainly nothing in the kingdom that wouldn't get them noticed. Wouldn't that be a fun thing to explain to his king? The shame and humiliation wouldn't be like anything he could endure. Wait.

"A test of endurance."

Mondo's brow perked in interest. "Oh? And how do you suppose we do that?"

Taka remembered. He'd pass it several times while on patrol but never gave it any real attention until this very moment. "Just outside the border, there's a bathhouse," Taka gave a strong-minded grin. "And a sauna."

Mondo smirked as if sharing the same singular brain cell as the royal guard. "You're on."

#danganronpa #fantasy au #kiyotaka ishimaru #mondo oowada #mondo owada #ishimondo #fanfic

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snowe-zolynn-rogers · 3 years

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Pairings: None

Word Count: 1,919 Words

Summary: A new friend moves into the dorm.

Warnings: Death Mention, Abandonment Mention, Orphan Mention, Disownment, Cursing, Injury Mention, Blood Mention, Caps, Food Mention, let me know if I should tag anything else.

Usernames: Existence Is A Prison Aizawa: feral cat dad, Aoyama: gay salt, Hagakure: ranch flavored jello, Tokoyami: foil-mecha, Shinsou: farmer toshi, Kuroiro: life is a nightmare, Shiozaki: saviour, Tsunotori: schrodinger better run, Honenuki: pure, Monoma: nat20, Yamada: President Megaphone, Bakugou: deku-deck-you

Aizawa, We Agreed No More Cats: Chapter 5

6:30 AM

Existence Is A Prison

President Megaphone: Alright, you might have noticed dorm 10 is occupied this morning. You guys are getting another fellow dormmate.

gay salt: mon dieu. Who?

President Megaphone has added Bakugou

Bakugou: Hi, I guess.

farmer toshi has changed Bakugou's name to deku deck-you

deku deck-you: I'd kill you if you didn't risk your life for my teacher.

farmer toshi: Come kill me then, coward.

deku deck-you: No, I'm too tired.

schrodinger better run: Hey, Baku, what's your tragic backstory?

deku deck-you: What?

foil-mecha: Well, about 60% of us in here have a tragic backstory for being in the dorms. Monoma's mother abandoned him in Japan, Hagakure and Shinsou are orphans, Kuroiro's parents hate her, and Honenuki's been disowned. Me and Shiozaki are only here because our commute to and from school would have been horrible and Tsunotori and Aoyama are exchange students.

deku deck-you: It's stupid. I don't want you to think I'm pathetic.

gay salt: If anyone makes fun of you, I'll personally kick in the teeth. Besides Shinsou, he gets a free pass only because his teeth are already fucked this week with wires.

deku deck-you: Well, my old hag mother wanted me to drop from UA because it's too dangerous for her liking but I wouldn't do it so she kicked me out and disowned me. She beat me pretty bad, ended up breaking my right kneecap and left a bunch of deep cuts on my arms and almost severed my arteries in my wrists with some glass from a vase she broke before she threw me out of the house.

deku deck-you: I'd have used my quirk on her if it wouldn't be considered unwilling quirk usage against a civilian and, with my quirk, I'd be put in jail for how dangerous me using it in a fight could be, especially if she claimed I hurt her. I can't even go to class this morning because she threw my blood on my UA uniform so I wouldn't go back.

farmer toshi: Can't say it'll completely fit you, but my uniform is clean in room 6 in the top drawer of my dresser. Use mine for today since I'm not allowed to go to school today still. I threw up last night so I'm being held yet again for observation.

deku deck-you: Thank you. Who all is even here?

ranch flavored jello: Oh yeah, introductions. You weren't here for them.

ranch flavored jello has quoted 21 messages

Aizawa: Shouta, he/him, I'm gay, married, depressed

Shinsou: Hitoshi, he/him, I'm gay

Monoma: Seiko, she/they/he, pansexual/genderfluid, if you have a crush on me, you're some kind of gay

Hagakure: Toru, she/her, lesbian

Aoyama: Akemi, she/they, trans mtf/lesbian

Tsunotori: Pony, she/her, lesbian

Shiozaki: Ibara, they/them, asexual/agender/aromantic

Kuroiro: Kageya, she/her, trans mtf/bi

Tokoyami: Fumikage, he/him, trans ftm/bi

Honenuki: Juzo, she/her?, bi

Kuroiro: Ah yes, our girl, Honenuki Kiyomi.

Shinsou has changed Aizawa's name to feral cat dad

Shinsou has changed Aoyama's name to gay salt

Shinsou has changed Hagakure's name to ranch flavored jello

Shinsou has changed Tokoyami's name to foil-mecha

Shinsou has changed Kuroiro's name to life is a nightmare

Shinsou has changed Shiozaki's name to saviour

Shinsou has changed Tsunotori's name to schrodinger better run

Shinsou has changed Honenuki's name to pure

Shinsou has changed Monoma's name to nat20

feral cat dad has changed Shinsou's name to farmer toshi

deku deck-you: Well, I'm pansexual, he/him, trans ftm, just please don't call me Bakugou anymore, I don't want that hag's surname.

feral cat dad: I'll fight your mother, don't tempt me.

feral cat dad: Also how about Aizawa Katsuki?

deku deck-you: I'm going to start crying.

nat20: Looks like Mr. Aizawa is adopting another kid with bad parents.

President Megaphone: Yeah, I'll get the paperwork on the UA twelve hour adoption from custody transfer.

deku deck-you: Oh my god, I can't believe this is really happening.

farmer toshi: I'd kill a transphobe for my brother, your honor.

deku deck-you: I have a family? Really? A real family that won't hurt me?

President Megaphone: As your uncle, I assure you, nobody here will hurt you.

feral cat dad: Katsuki, I would never hurt my son.

farmer toshi: Yeah, dude, I wouldn't hurt you, ever.

ranch flavored jello: I have a brother! I wanna paint your nails!

deku deck-you: I don't think I've ever been happier in my life.

farmer toshi: I'm glad you're happy, Katsuki.

deku deck-you: You're all so nice, thank you.

gay salt: We'd be nice to you regardless, Kats. We're happy to help you whilst you're settling in and finally getting to feel safe. We're proud of you for being brave enough to reach out for help when you needed it.

deku deck-you: I need to get dressed before y'all keep making me cry.

deku deck-you is now offline

7:50 AM

Existence Is A Prison

deku deck-you: katsukiinhisschooluniformwithorangehair.jpg

deku deck-you: Toru helped me because my arms still hurt a lot when I grab things.

ranch flavored jello: My boy, Katsuki, looks like a god.

deku deck-you: I finally don't look like my mother anymore.

farmer toshi: I'll punt kick her for you, bro.

deku deck-you: Don't make me cry.

ranch flavored jello: Get to class, Kats. I'm waiting for you.

deku deck-you is now offline

8:15 AM

Existence Is A Prison

ranch flavored jello: katsukisnewhair.vid

Video Transcript

Oh my god, Kacchan? -Unknown

Let me fucking explain maybe before you all just gang up on me and make me even more uncomfortable. -deku deck-you

My hag mom threw me out because I wouldn't drop from the Hero Course because it's too 'dangerous' for her liking now. So I'm living in the dorms, if you make fun of my hair, I'll have to kill you because Toru worked hard to make it look good on a time constraint -deku deck-you

I think it looks really good, Kacchan! - Unknown

I will still deck you, Deku, you damn nerd. -deku deck-you

[the camera shows that Katsuki is actually happy and smiling at Midoriya and he's being hugged by Aoyama as Aizawa comes into the room bandaged to the point of looking like a Halloween mummy decoration]

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President Megaphone: God fucking dammit, Shouta!

farmer toshi: DAD!

ranch flavored jello: What's wrong?

President Megaphone: He wasn't supposed to start teaching again yet since he's still too injured for Recovery Girl's quirk to work on him.

gay salt: Don't worry, us dorm kids will make sure he doesn't do anything too dangerous.

President Megaphone: Fine, I guess.

3:15 PM

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farmer toshi: I'm officially going back in the dorms, Aunt Nemuri came and got me. They knocked my hold down to twelve hours since I threw up since I haven't had anymore nausea or vomiting.

farmer toshi: My stubborn ass is at the store before I go home, do you guys need anything?

President Megaphone: Make sure you pick yourself up things that are liquid for the next couple days while you're on the mend before Recovery Girl can heal you.

farmer toshi: That's the plan. I've already procured blueberry yogurt drinks and silken tofu and soft ice cream and jellies and stuff. I wanted to know before I check out if anyone else needs anything.

gay salt: Yeah, grab me some boiled octopus and crab sticks if you can. I'm craving them.

foil-mecha: jagariko please, whichever one you find.

ranch flavored jello: Enoki, a bunch of them, and thick white bread.

feral cat dad: Just grab some extra jellies.

life is a nightmare: ham, bean sprouts, tofu, and eggs.

pure: Tofu and spam.

schrodinger better run: Milk, bacon, and eggs for my breakfast tomorrow.

nat20: cheese sausages and kimchi ramen, please.

saviour: Just tofu and edamame.

President Megaphone: aloe yoghurt.

farmer toshi: Got it. I'll be home in like a half hour. Be waiting for your groceries.

8:15 AM

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schrodinger better run: @everyone I've made everyone breakfast! Even you, Shinsou and Mr. Aizawa. I made you two's food liquid for you.

schrodinger better run: Breakfast is eggs, pancakes, bacon, and tofu. I made the pancakes vegan friendly and I tried really hard to make the tofu like sausage for Toru and Ibara!

saviour: Thank you, Pony, I'm sure it'll be good no matter what.

ranch flavored jello: Thanks Pony, you're the best.

schrodinger better run: No problem!

schrodinger better run: And for Mr. Aizawa and Shinsou, I made you two your smoothie bags and some of the juice I made for you!

farmer toshi: Which ones?

schrodinger better run: For you, the vanilla coconut, chocolate peanut butter jelly, and guava orange juice. For Mr. Aizawa, spinach peanut butter banana, citrus berry, and guava orange juice.

feral cat dad: Thank you, pony.

feral cat dad: No, capitalize pony.

feral cat dad: Fucking speech to text.

feral cat dad: Pony. There we go.

schrodinger better run: Love you, Mr. Aizawa.

feral cat dad: Love you too, kid.

2:30 PM

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feral cat dad: Katsuki, Recovery Girl says she can likely heal you now that you're feeling better.

deku deck-you: Yeah, sure.

3:45 PM

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farmer toshi: You feel okay, Kats?

deku deck-you: Yeah, just tired. I'm gonna take a nap. Wake me up for dinner.

5:30 AM

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deku deck-you: I'm going out for a run.

6:45 AM

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farmer toshi: Jeez, you get up early. I'll try to run with you tomorrow.

deku deck-you: I'm good running alone, Shinsou.

farmer toshi: Oh, okay.

deku deck-you: I mean, if you wanna, then go ahead, but I know you don't sleep well. Plus you have to rest up so Recovery Girl can heal you.

farmer toshi: I know, but I also know it sucks to run alone sometimes.

5:30 AM

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deku deck-you: I'm going out for a run.

6:30 AM

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farmer toshi: Shoot, I slept past my alarms.

deku deck-you: It's fine. As long as you're getting sleep, you don't have to run with me, Shinsou.

5:30 AM

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deku deck-you: I'm going out for a run.

6:35 AM

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farmer toshi: Fucking alarms weren't set.

deku deck-you: You needed the sleep, Shinsou. You were up late.

farmer toshi: Fine. But I'll catch you one of these mornings.

5:30 AM

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deku deck-you: I'm going out for a run.

6:15 AM

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farmer toshi: I'm getting closer, you early bastard.

deku deck-you: Keep thinking that, Shinsou.

5:30 AM

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deku deck-you: I'm going out for a run.

5:55 AM

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farmer toshi: Now you're taunting me.

deku deck-you: You wish. I'm just good at waking up early.

5:30 AM

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deku deck-you: I'm going out for a run.

5:35 AM

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farmer toshi: I JUST MISSED YOU!

farmer toshi: Get back here little bastard!

deku deck-you: shinsousprintingafterhim.jpg

life is a nightmare: What a wholesome ending.

deku deck-you: shinsoufellonme.jpg

President Michael: You good, kids?

deku deck-you: Yeah, we're good. My knee is a little achy but I'll be fine.

farmer toshi: Don't worry, I'll force him back if he's hurt, Uncle Zashi.

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Fairytale Complex - [Undertale | Sans x Reader]

[Gender Neutral, Frisk's Parent Reader | Slow Burn]

Chapter Three | sans. (Part 2 of 3 | His POV)

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Still disoriented by the hug, the skeleton finds it difficult not to spare a glance at the human every so often. Though the train's near empty and it allows for some space between him and (Y/N), he still feels too close to them. It was rare for people to find a way to pay back at him for his constant joking around, and he's quite frankly bummed over learning Frisk had told on him. Though he wasn't one to use the same joke on two different people, he wanted to go a similar route with at least one of Frisk's parents, just to see how much they were alike to their child. As results of his defeat, he can only try to strike up another conversation with them while the train makes it to his stop.

"Frisk told me they lived with you only," he says, breaking the ice. "How's it like being a single parent? If you're, well... single, I mean."

He almost wants the ground to eat him up and spit him back to the Underground with how blunt he'd been just now. And while it wasn't intentional, his question along with the text messages from earlier made him feel as if he was involuntarily flirting with the human. Thankfully, they don't show an immediate reaction, and when they do react, it's followed with a smile.

"It's a bit tough sometimes, but… I'd say as long as you raise your child well and that you enjoy what you're doing, then it can be pretty rewarding." Warmth softens (Y/N)'s eyes and they appear vulnerable for just a moment. "I've raised Frisk on my own since they were a newborn, and it's been nice to see how far they've gone." The human stops talking to stare at him for a second; it's a second that takes far too long for his liking, and one where he feels as if he's being judged just as stern and ruthless as he once was during his time at the Underground. "Are you a father yourself? Your... question kind of makes me think that."

First the hug, and now this.

The kid's parent really knew how to give him frequent, near-death experiences, it seems.

"Uh…" Words stay stuck in his metaphorical throat, until he finally replies with, "No, but I hadda take responsibility over my bro when we were younger." He rubs the back of his neck and looks away from them, their eyes being far too attentive for his taste. "But I'd say it's nothin' compared to being a real parent, though."

"Don't sell yourself short," they say, nudging his shoulder. "I'd like to meet your brother someday. What's his name?"

"Papyrus -- the one you mentioned earlier."

"Do you have pictures?"

It's almost impossible for him not to be amused at how excited they seem all of a sudden, yet he fights back a chuckle, not wanting for it to be taken the wrong way. He proceeds to search through his phone for a picture of his brother, stopping when he finds one with Frisk in it, too. "Here he is," he says, holding the phone out for them.

He scoots back as subtly as he can manage when they move a bit closer, ending the space of one seat once left between each other. Now, he sits right beside them, and he begins to wonder over how normal it is for a human to be this way; open and chatty. Surely, and just like how every other monster type was different in their own way, then humans had to have similar differences, too. As a result, Sans tries not to let (Y/N)'s sudden proximity get to him and ignores the weird feeling in his non-existent gut when he meets a bit closer with their face, greeted with intrigued eyes and an equally curious smile. "He's so grown up already. I honestly thought he'd be younger based on what you and Frisk told me!"

They move back a little, finally allowing him space to let out a breath and contemplate just what was that weird feeling from earlier ago; the monster couldn't possibly have developed a crush already, and it was far too silly and farfetched to even think about. Simply fooling around a little through text and having them hug him to backfire his prank wasn't near enough for any sort of attraction to build up yet. He tries to tell himself that time after time again, though he can't forget the gentleness of their touch when pulling him in for that hug, nor can he ignore how blatant and bold he'd been with them through texts. Still, if anything had to be fueling those feelings of his, it had to be the sheer lack of contentment he'd been experiencing as of recent, deeming him more vulnerable when it came to making and maintaining new relationships with others.

Sans was down, and while he didn't want to admit it, he needed to go back to some sort of routine and professional counseling to get him back on track. Even Frisk had seen him at his worst at one point, going as far as to admit he'd given up, yet now he's here again, and with the company of their primary caregiver, to boot. The human's eyes stay on him even as he stores the phone away, incrementing the same strange feeling from before.

"How do you feel being out here now?" they ask. "If you lived underground, I'm guessing up here's much warmer, right? …Or at least most of it, I expect!" They seem to recall something and take a quick moment to gather their thoughts. "Your contact information said you worked in Snowdin, Waterfall, and Hotland. Is… Is the name Hotland true to its name?"

"Very," he says, chuckling. "And Snowdin and Waterfall, too." He knows he's not making eye contact anymore, so he tries to look at them again, but can't bring himself to no matter how many times he tries. "That's actually part of what I wanted to talk to you about."

The human nods with a smile, signaling for him to carry on speaking. The monster finally manages to look at them directly, aware this was most likely the last time they would smile at him after he told the truth about all the stuff that took place back at the Underground. Surely, and just as he suspected was something (Y/N) wanted to talk with him about, a parent wouldn't feel too fond knowing most of his kind had tried to hurt and chase after their child at one point. He's already anticipating an inevitable downfall in the barely-relationship he has with them, but that doesn't stop him from trying to make himself acquainted with them before any of that ever came to be a reality.

"I was wonderin' if you wanted to see what it's like down there," he says, setting those thoughts out to rest. "It could help you understand your kid's journey better, and you could also learn more about my kind, too."

When their smile grows, he almost feels a pang of guilt reach the very center of his ribcage. Knowing he'd hit it off well with them and knowing it wouldn't last long made him feel worse at every second he kept secret all the mistakes his kind made on their own. "I'd love to," they reply, eyes almost lighting up in joy. "So I assume you would be the one showing me there, then?" Sans nods and watches as they rummage something from their pocket, retrieving a notepad and pen; both are patterned with bunnies all over, a sight that makes the monster wonder if that stationary was a gift from Frisk. "That reminds me," they add, offering both items out to him. "Could you tell me if I'm missing anyone on this list?" He takes the items and ignores when their fingers brush with his, just as gentle as the hug felt. "It's supposed to be all the monsters Frisk made friends with there."

"Sure," he says, flipping the notepad open. A grin returns to his face when he remembers just how many friends Frisk made back there, and how many more they would've likely made had they met the monsters on different terms, and had they stayed at the Underground for longer than they had. "It's gonna be one helluva list, though -- Kid made more friends than I can count."

They cover up a laugh, saying, "Didn't you used to be a scientist? I'm sure you know way more math than me."

"Maybe that's why it says past scientist 'stead of former?"

Though Sans had been joking around himself, he sees a frown fall on the human's face, a sudden change of expression followed by them shifting on their seat. "I'm sorry," they say, meeting his irises. "That was a rude question, wasn't it? It's… It's not exactly polite to bring up a stranger's past like that, isn't it?"

"I mean, yeah, but…" He pauses to observe their change in expression, far too concerned over something so trivial. "I'm okay with being honest, and that's exactly why I'm here, anyway." Their distressed expression stays intact, showing they barely took his words as true. "There's a lotta stuff I could've done and approached differently during my time at the Underground, and now I wanna change that." He doesn't know why he's running his mouth now, but one thing's for certain, and it's that he wants to keep on talking. If he was the judgment card out of all the major arcana, the human sitting next to him had to be either the tower or the hermit. "Maybe I can't tell you all about it right now, but there's a lotta stuff I need to clear up and come clean about before we can get to know each other better."

The train halts and the doors open, his stop finally marking itself on the screen. Only two of the few other people present stand up, and him and (Y/N) are the last two to exit. He walks with them side by side, continuing with the conversation until he finds the place he'd be inviting them over to.

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Finally there, Sans goes with the human to a diner both Grillby and Muffet were jealous of, and just by stepping into the building, he can already tell why. It smells heavenly, its interiors look straight out of a home renovation magazine, and it's bustling with people, but it's still spacious enough not to make the surroundings feel stuffy or cramped. Most occupied tables have a room with a view sort of attraction, large glass panes allowing customers to observe the inner workings of the mall from the comfort of their seat and a cheap and warm meal. As a consequence, there's a couple of empty tables left farther away, these having the privacy of low lighting and no windows nearby, a spot more than adequate for the conversation he would soon have with Frisk's parent. He points at it with his irises and tells them to sit there while he goes to make both orders at the counter.

"Aren't we splitting the bill?" they ask, a hand already searching around for their wallet.

"I made the invite, so it's only fair I pay," he replies, winking at them. "Besides, after what we're gonna talk about here, you'll probably be mad enough to never talk to me again."

"How does that correlate with us not splitting the bill?" They quirk a brow, smile, and take a seat at the empty table nonetheless. "And who says that? We haven't even gotten to talk about anything too serious yet."

He laughs. "Believe me when I say the situation down there was a big ol', complicated mess." His gaze wanders to the counter, seeing only a line of two people waiting for their turn. "So here's to hopin' a lunch with you and treating you to it makes things a lil' bit less tense between us."

"You're trying to bribe me with food, is what you're saying?" Their smile grows and they relax on their seat.

He snickers. "Depends on how ya look at it, pal."

With that, he leaves the human at the table and goes off to the ordering line, setting the topic aside from his mind to focus on making the orders and taking the correct amount of currency used at the Surface. It takes no longer than five minutes for it to be his turn, though when it's time to finally say both orders, he freezes and so does the cashier when he looks at the table Sans had just walked out from. The name tag on the man's uniform shows to be a familiar last name; it's the only other last name besides (Y/N)'s found in Frisk's full name. 'Jerry', his first name reads, the owner of the name being a six foot tall hunk with tanned skin, plenty of muscle, blond hair, a sharp jawline, and every other feature one could expect out of the typical jock character seen in some American movies he often found thrown at the Underground's dumpster, source from where Alphys got her anime, Mettaton his glamour, and Napstablook their music.

The man's customer service smile falls to a near death stare when he meets with Sans's gaze, his glare and height enough to make the monster feel cornered.

"Is that (Y/N) over there?" Jerry asks, pointing with his eyes over to where they sit at. "What's a guy like you doing with my ex?"

Sans grins, resists the urge to roll his irises, and lifts his gaze up higher, not wanting to be towered over by the man behind the counter. "What about you, pal? That ex you're talkin' about, Frisk, and even CPS have been lookin' everywhere for ya. And now you jus' suddenly appear outta nowhere?"

"Oh, that's real damn rich coming from a guy who threatened my kid with death."

Oh.

Oh no.

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nostalgic-pancakes · 3 years

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Room 73- Chapter 4/8

Summary: D&D is planned, two characters get their very own breakdowns, Thomas reminisces, and Virgil has one good day

Pairings: (eventual) QPP’s Remus and Patton, Pre-Relationship prinxiety, sibling-y Virgil and Original Character, Creativitwins

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Word count: 3326

Warnings: Questionable parenting, period-typical homophobia, the foster system, semi-graphic (?) depictions of violent death, rage breakdown, nervous breakdown, minor arson.

Other notes: None!

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Logan quite frankly had no idea what Janus meant by ‘friendly hissing’. All hissing was a warning sign to potential prey, and wasn’t friendly in any incarnation! How could certain kinds of hissing be friendly? They all sound the same!

This was a level of insanity nearly topping Neil DeGrasse Tyson playing Merlin in the fucking Sharknado movies. But not really. That would top everything. Either way, Janus, someone who also hissed rather often (information citation being Patton) was likely the superior authority in tonal hissing. Logan’s a bit too sleep-deprived looking up resources for ghosts and surviving midterms to care too much.

Either way, the Dungeons and Dragons planning session was starting today. Everyone would be there at lunch this time and that meant that one, he would get to see his brother for the first time since homeroom (no common classes on Wednesdays was not ideal), and meeting with the rest of their newfound friends.

(Logan had never had anyone other than Virgil, and the rest seem to be alright. Janus knows, anyways, and he didn’t hate Logan for it, so it’s probably alright. He hopes it’s alright.)

“Lo-Lo!! Over here!” comes a friendly voice from his northeast. It’s Patton, who’s waving at him, glasses crooked, big smile. Logan fixes his glasses, and tries to smile back. It works, and even feels real.

Patton from up close certainly looks a bit tired, but he’s still happy enough, so Logan refrains from pointing it out.

When they reach the lunch table tentatively labeled as ‘theirs’, Virgil scoots over to let Logan slot between him and Roman, while Patton curls up next to Janus, relishing being with their siblings again, as much as friends are ‘neat’.

(Maybe he’s been getting back into Welcome to Night Vale. Maybe Amma cried and hugged him, calling it progress and Mom sat next to him and listened to her own show, the Magnus Archives and held him close. Maybe Virgil squeezed him tight and brought out the ‘What the Fuck is Happening in Night Vale’ board they’d made when they were twelve. He’d never tell)

Remus starts to hand out sheets of paper, asking everyone to draw their characters while he and Virgil work on plot, and it’s quiet in that little space of three pairs of siblings sketching out D&D characters, later talking about little things, big things and everything in between in the courtyard because the senior kids had exams and therefore none of them had last period. It was pleasant, and they’d all be paying their third ever group visit to Thomas later in the afternoon, too.

This was nice.

…

“Hey, Vi?” Hildi asked from behind him. They were sitting back-to-back, on her bed listening to a new album from All Time Low. The name didn’t matter too much yet.

“Yeah, Di?”

“Wanna do low level arson?” she asked, turning to face him and reclaiming her earbud. This was probably a terrible idea, but Hildi was the one person he wasn’t scared of acting out horrific ideas with. He smiles, and it’s reflected in Hildi’s eyes, dark green like the forest she lives in.

“Sure, why not?” he gets up, and Hildi turns around again for him to take his binder off and put on a sports bra, before putting his jumper (that Patton had given him for his birthday last week) back on, and patting his jean pockets for his phone. Once he knew everything was there, Hildi turned back to him, took his hand and led him outside. - “Okay, so how did you possibly, in any fucking timeline convince me to set fire to your old ‘Secret Diaries’ in the middle of the very flammable woods as if it was, at all, anything REMOTELY RESEMBLING a good idea?!”

“The power of friendship, Virge. Don’t fret, the damages are going to be well hidden in a week.”

“Oh my god but this is how forest fires start, were we crazy?!”

“Virgil calm down, nothing is more than slightly scorched, nothing is dead, and we caught every last ember! You’d know!”

“How would I know? Isn’t that more your department?”

“Spend enough time with a witch, and this is what happens. I regret nothing.”

“I regret so many things.”

“Sadness.” - “Hey, scaredy-bro, Love you.” Hildi whispers into the night, and Virgil remembers nights like this in middle school, when he started to realise that not everyone was as scared as him all the time, and he’d become more scared because everyone was watching, and laughing, and--

And Hildi had been there, a casual acquaintance from primary school becoming his best friend becoming his kind of sister because what other word is there (?), offering him trash earbuds that made the grunge music sound that much grungier, and holding him close on the nights Logan came home, unable to speak, covered in bruises, never letting Virgil tell their parents even though Logan was their twin and Virgil was so scared-- She caught him as he fell, and he hopes that she knows that he’ll forever be grateful for it.

“Love you too, you fucking danger noodle.”

Hildi chucks a throw pillow at him. It misses by at least three feet, falling off the shared bed. They both giggle, loud enough that Hildi’s mum ‘ssh’’s them from her own room, audible even with the closed door.

Three hours later, knowing full well that Virgil’s been on tumblr this whole time, Hildi whispers again.

“Hey, let’s look for Kelpies in the creek tomorrow”

This is an awful idea. But it has fewer environmental ramifications.

“Sure, why not. After December break?”

“Fuck yeah.”

They don’t last a lot longer after that.

…

Virgil wasn’t sure what he was expecting to find when he went to check on Roman, after it was ten minutes past final bell and he still hadn’t shown in the chemistry room after going back to pick up his papers.

Having a minor breakdown was not on that list, even though murder was. Virgil’s brain needed new priorities.

“Ro-Ro, Roman, what’s happening?”

“I-I can’t Virgil, I can't do it, please, I’m sorry” Virgil’s hands clenched tighter onto Roman’s shirt collar, knuckles white from the worry.

“You can't do what, Roman?” he asks, as gently as he can

“I-I’m so scared, Virgil. Mom’s not doing well, Dad’s doing the opposite of helping, and Remus and I don’t know what to do, Virgil. They keep f-fighting. The last time we tried to tell, it was by accident, and Mom had gotten so mad, and she’d said “If you keep talking about how Mom and Dad fight, then there won’t be a mom and dad’ and I can’t-- I can’t live without her, I can’t, Virgil!” Roman blubbers into his shirt, staining his hoodie and and pressing against his (currently unbound, but no big deal) chest, but Virgil literally could not give a shit about his hoodie right then, pulling him closer and cradling Roman’s head in the crook of his neck, one hand in his (fluffy, holy shit is this cotton?) hair, the other cradling his back. Roman smells like wood and some kind of flower.

“Have you told her any of this, Ro?” Virgil asks, and Romab lets out a bigger sob, burying himself into Virgil’s torso. Virgil knew that Roman’s parents weren’t on the best of terms right now, even though they kept trying to be good parents, but this? This was new.

“I c-can’t because-hic- She’ll get more upset, and she’s alsways so close to snapping and i can’t tell dad because he’ll get angry and I can’t tell Remus because he knows but he doesn’t, he doesn’t---fuck”

“Doesn’t?” prompts Virgil, softly into Roman’s hair, muffled by the soft chestnut curls.

“know, not same as I do, he doesn’t get sad, he gets mad, and he doesn’t want to become like dad but he stops talking and locks himself in rooms to not yell at people and I don- I don’t wanna make it worse.” he says softly, and Virgil starts stroking his hair, as a way to try and calm Roman down, trying not to cry a bit himself. He wishes, in a horrible way, that this was a panic attack. He doesn’t know what to do here.

“Could you find a way to maybe more quietly tell her to stay, perhaps?” asks Virgil again, even quieter this time. Roman more feels the words than he hears them, a soothing sort of humming.

“But it’s so selfish, isn’t it? That I think that? She deserves to be happy, and if being without us is happy, then she should, right? But I can’t do this with just my dad- he’s trying, but I can’t, help, please.”

And Virgil doesn’t know what to do, or what to say anymore. So he just holds Roman tighter in that very small corner in the 9-D classroom, and Roman clutches back until he’s cried it out entirely, and is ready to face everyone else. It’s been a few minutes, but they can clean up real quick.

Virgil takes out his spare hoodie and changes into it, Roman with his back turned in the boy’s bathroom, while Roman fixes his hair and washes the drying tear tracks off of his face, which were starting to feel like a mask on his face. He tries for a smile, and it’s small, but at least it’s real.

Virgil passes him a granola bar, and Roman hesitates for a second, before smiling again, taking it in hand and pocketing it. Roman offers his hand for Virgil to take, and he does, feeling the softness of Roman’s hands in comparison to his own, long and calloused with fidget rings on both hands. He squeezes.

Virgil looks up at Roman again, and they share a small smile, before walking out of the bathroom, hand in hand.

Wait- why are his hands glowing?

“Fuck you, Hildi.” he muttered under his breath.

“Huh, what?” Roman looked back at him, questioningly.

“Uh, nothing. Just thinking. ‘Cmon.” he smiles again, and he means it. With Roman, it feels like all his fears can be kept aside for another day.

…

“Oh my god, Remus, no you cannot make yourself a dwarven stripper this is a PG-13 D&D game oh my god--”

Remus looks up from the (probably very gory) conversation he’s having with Patton to reply to Virgil. “And why not? Minnie could be a stripper in the way back!”

“Just… no, thanks.”

“UUUUUGH, you’re no FUN, Virgey.”

“C’mon Bro, you could be… I dunno, a taxidermist?” Remus gets the manic glint back in his eye, snatching his sheet back from Virgil to add in the new information, scribbling frantically. His handwriting is already nigh impossible to read on a good day, so he’d better be able to read his own character sheet.

“Hey Thomas, what do you want to be?” asks Janus, undoing his loops to start a new string game, having finished his character profile- a Tiefling Wizard, about ten minutes ago while Logan became his work partner and roommate (Oh my god they were roommates), a human wizard. Virgil was the DM, therefore without a character other than an ominous voice with anxiety and a god complex at the same time, and Patton and Roman were both Elves, though Patton was an Artificer and Roman was a Bard.

Logan quickly jotted down Thomas’s responding morse code, chuckled, and read it aloud. “He says, and I quote: Can I be the thing that goes bump in the night? But also offer tea and biscuits to wayward travellers.”

Virgil smiles in Thomas’s vague direction, trying to make eye contact with the static. He fails, but Thomas thinks it’s quite nice of him to try.

“You’re too nice, T. I’ll write it down for you.”

You’re too nice

He was too nice to not let them get away with it, to stop them from killing him, to stop them from--

”Oi! You fruitcake, too nice to go running to your boyfriend, huh? Get a taste of this and see whether you’re nice enough to take it.”

He was. He didn’t object to the stuff in the bottle going down his throat, burning up his organs and destroying his body from the inside.

He didn’t have enough vocal chords left to scream, even as the other boy, final year, shook him as if trying to see whether he’s wake up, even as a hole formed in his throat, bleeding and burning and burning and burning--

It’s the last thing Thomas remembers.

“Thomas? Thomas? You’re making static-y noises again. You okay?” it’s Virgil, and it’s been nearly a hundred years and they’re dead and he’s dead and there’s nothing left of anyone he remembers but memories and he pushes aside his last memory, the worst one, to try and think of Valerie, his amazing sister who got to go to his school, sit in the same chemistry room once it was converted into a public school. Terrence, his family friend who came to his gravestone specially when segregation ended, and he could finally come and visit.

Everett, his boyfriend, who kept visiting, every day at four P.M on the dot until he was twenty and left town for college. It feels better to remember them as they were, in loose clothes playing in the woods, hide and seek and dolls and Valerie-the-Nurse and Everett-The-Soldier and Thomas-The-Film-Star and finding ways to get Terrence away to play with them too, as Terrence-The-Mechanic who could fix anything, even emotional problems as their Mom’s tittered and their fathers scowled but they didn’t matter because they were having fun.

He snaps out of it proper when Virgil manages to locate his hand, semi-visible ...

Patton’s pulling at his hair, not enough to fall out but enough to hurt, Sarcastrophe by Slipknot raging through his headphones and he knows that this is bad for his hearing, but at this point if it can drown out the absolute rage pounding in his mind, then going deaf is worth it.

He doesn’t even know why he’s mad. It’s just there and he’s screaming into his sleeves, tears caking on his face for moments before the anger arrives again and there’s a new layer of saltwater on top of it, endlessly endlessly going and he can’t stop it and why can’t it just stop--

There’s someone calling. It’s Remus. And Patton has to be happy and he thinks he might just implode with the… everything building up in him, but he has to do this so he picks up the phone.

“Hi Patty-Cakes!” The nickname makes him want to puke, even though he doesn like it, but he swallows the imaginary bile in his throat and replies.

“H-Hey, Remus.”

“Patton? You alright?” No, not at all he wants to scream and kick and cry but also freeze and never move again and his head hurts and there’s a pit in his stomach that won’t go away!

“YEAH! Uh, yeah. I’m good.” he sniffles, and he hopes Remus didn’t pick up on it. Judging by the silence on the other end, he probably did.

“Pat, please, tell me what’s wrong. I won’t say anything. Just let it out. It usually works for Roman and I, but just- see for yourself, okay?” Remus sounds a little concerned, a little desperate, and Patton thinks Remus can hear him trying to stifle his crying. He tries a little harder and all that comes out is one long moan with hitches for cries and the tears are drying, and Remus starts again, concerned, but Patton can’t hear, because the tears are catching up again and he’s screaming again and his fingernails have cut little red crescent moons into his cheek and it drips a little and Remus is still talking, soothingly and Patton latches onto that voice like it’s the only thing that could possibly carry him through this because it damn well feels like it.

He hears footsteps but not really, too focused on trying to regain control of his breathing, following Remus’s count.

When it's been a few minutes of following the count, and Patton’s breathing has evened out, he wipes off his face in his old faithful broom skirt, always ready for days like these, and he buries himself a little further into his hoodie, covering with it the phone on his ear.

“Patty--”

“No, not that, please.”

“Patton, Do you want to talk about it?”

Yes, actually, but he doesn’t really see the point, since nothing lasts for him. He’s a fucked up foster kid ™ style. Good things don’t happen to him. (Maybe to Janus. Janus deserves good things, good people, better than him--)

“Why wouldn’t this last? And you’re a foster kid?” fuck, he said that aloud? Well, rest in fucking pieces, brain to mouth filter.

“Yeah, f-foster kid here.”

“Janus too?”

“Yeah.” he whispers, throat too tired for anything else. He’s not ready for the universal ‘how’ question, but he’s not been prepared for any of this so far, so maybe he should just not bother.

“Okay. Do your foster parents show any signs of wanting to let you go?” no, not really. In fact, he’d seen Remy and Emile trying to quickly hide a sheaf of papers any time Patton or Janus entered a room, and Patton’s been pushing down the hope as much as possible, even as he sees Janus start to believe it eventually. Patton has to be ready for something to go wrong, he can’t afford to let down his guard, lest he can’t protect Janus anymore. He has to make sure nothing can faze him.

But he wants. He wants so, so badly that sometimes he lies in bed for hours, pushing down the want and trying his best not to cry, until it’s morning and he’s waking Janus up even though he could barely push himself out of bed. He says this to Remus, because he still wants. He wants to stay near Remus forever, recite oddly dark facts and binge-watch the Sharknado movies again while Logan and Janus screech in betrayal and huddle up close and he wants to have this. He wants this so badly.

“Pat, I didn’t know how to say it, but I want to be with you forever too. You like my weird facts, and you stay by me when I’m mad and I want to be there when you’re sad, Patton. I want this too.”

“R-really?”

“Of course, Patton. I don’t lie. Especially not to you.” Patton laughs, somewhat wetly, and Remus’s tone brightens when he hears it, and Patton can feel the smile on the other side of the line, manic-looking but inherently full of kindness, and everything feels a little more okay.

The hurt isn’t gone, but at least he isn’t forcing it down into his large intestine anymore.

“Thanks, Re. I-I’ll talk to Emile and Remy when they come home, okay? I’ll tell you what happened. See you in school tomorrow?”

“Course, Patton. Now I’m gonna go get something for Roman to eat before his stomach acids digest his entire body, eyes and all.”

Patton laughs. “Okay! Just don’t miss your therapy appointment, okay?”

“Never do. Bye.”

“Bye.”

The call finally cuts off, and the timer reads 37:19:73, and he probably spent a good chunk of that time having a breakdown, but strangely enough, Patton doesn’t feel super bad about it. The want is there, and he’s still not super sure about what to do with it, but he knows that he wants it to be real, and even if something does go wrong, he’ll still have Remus’s number.

The door swings open as Janus enters the house, and creaks closed downstairs, and Patton flops onto his bed, eyes still a little red, putting his phone on charge to take a nap. He’ll have emotionally charged conversation, but after this nap, thanks.

#sanders sides #sanders sides fanfiction #ts logan #ts virgil #ts patton #prinxiety #intruality #tw foster system #tw homophobia #vee's writing #series: room 73

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valkyrieofsmut · 3 years

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Captive Love 25

UF!Sans x Reader (or Frisk if you wanna)

Summary: Papyrus yells at Sans to get his shit together, but he's a mess... AKA Sans gets drunk... and remembers some things from the past... that he'd really rather not..

A/N: There is some... possibly triggering events... experiments and tiny skele abuse... little Papyrus is too cute and sweet... Also mentioned possible death. It, as usual, is separated with the ~~~ and should be (at least mostly) safe again at the next set, safe summary in the end..

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Story

Blackout.

Sans rolled over in his bed, feeling like the scars on his chest were going to break through and destroy his soul.

The sun blared outside, shining into his sockets.

"fuck off," he growled, rolling back over.

Papyrus pounded on the door, making the sounds reverberate through his skull. He couldn't tell if it was louder than normal, or it just sounded like it to his throbbing skull.

"GET YOUR STUPID, LAZY ASS UP, SANS!! I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE!! I KNOW YOU WENT OUT DRINKING AGAIN LAST NIGHT, LIKE THE FUCKING MORON THAT YOU ARE!! YOU'D BETTER BE DOWNSTAIRS IN FIVE MINUTES, OR I'M COMING BACK UP HERE FOR YOU!! YOUR STUPIDITY IS NO EXCUSE TO BE A LAZY DRUNK MORON!!"

The day was hell- actually, life was hell at the moment…

His brother yelled at him about how stupid he'd been every chance he got- like he didn't already know that he'd royally fucked up.

Every place he went reminded him of something he'd shown, or wanted to show (Y/n), her excitement at all the different things she'd never seen before had warmed his soul every time.

Each time someone asked where his pet was made his soul thrum and ache to be close to her. ...and punch the person in the face… She was so much more than the pet they'd had to pretend she was.

Every time he got Grillby's, he remembered her face of delight as she ate it for the first time.

Every bite of his brother's food reminded him that she'd been there and helped him get better at cooking.

Every time he rolled over in bed and smelled her scent caught on the pillow, or the sheets…

And then there was the time he'd gotten back from drinking, and had been stumbling around drunk in his room, kicking random stuff on the floor, only to discover a pair of her underwear that he'd probably tossed in the corner in his haste to get to her.

That had made him collapse in a heap of self hatred and regret.

Sans sat at the table, stabbing his fork at his dinner aimlessly.

“I MADE YOU A WONDERFUL, DELICIOUS, HOME COOKED MEAL! DON’T FIDGET WITH IT AND ACT LIKE IT’S THE TRASH YOU FILL YOURSELF WITH AT THAT GREASE TRAP,” Papyrus snapped at him.

“sorry, boss…”

Papyrus clenched his jaw, staring at his own fork pushing around a bite longer than necessary.

“I WARNED YOU. I TOLD YOU NOT TO FUCK IT UP. BUT YOU HAD TO GO AND DO THE STUPIDEST THING POSSIBLE TO FUCK IT UP.”

Sans didn’t say anything.

“YOU DID IT TO YOURSELF.”

“i fuckin’ know, boss!” Sans yelled, scooting his chair back from the table. “i know i’m a fuck up! it’s pretty fuckin’ obvious that i always manage ta fuck everythin’ up!”

Papyrus sniffed haughtily. “I’M GLAD THAT YOU KNOW. WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO ABOUT IT?”

“i can’t do anythin’ about it! i fucked up, an’ she hates me! i took ‘er back ta th' edge a th' boundary, an’ there’s no way i can ever find ‘er, now!” Sans glared at his plate of food. 'sides, she wouldn't care- not that i'm sorry for being an asshole, not that i've been tryin' ta be a better monster, an' made great progress, too! maybe only a lil before i met 'er, but her bein' here made it so much easier to be better…

Papyrus scowled at his brother. “THERE’S ALWAYS A WAY-”

Sans cut him off by standing up, his chair making a loud noise as it almost fell over, and started towards the door as he muttered, “i’m goin’ ta grillby’s…”

After grabbing his coat and slamming the door after him, Sans shortcutted to the bar, intent on getting wasted.

A few drinks in with a good buzz, Sans started looking around.

He wasn’t quite drunk enough to not remember, but it was at least a bit hazy.

“Heya, Sansy!”

He looked over to the bar stool next to him, seeing the cream colored bunny next to him, ordering a drink. He followed her to her regular booth, and they began matching shots, seeing who could get the drunkest first.

Sans opened his eye sockets, his fuzzy eyelights looking around the bar, seeing some drunk monsters starting to be a bit more friendly with each other.

His skull fell to the side as he shifted, realizing that he’d missed a bit of what had happened. He straightened up in the booth seat and looked down at his drink again.

Maybe he should try to find someone…

Even if it was a one night stand, it would be someone to try to get rid of his memory of- no… thinking her name would only start the hurt again… make his soul burn with the knowledge that he was to blame for fucking his life up beyond repair.

But, finding someone might be a good idea; he needed to at least stop jerking off excessively to her panties, or reading those stupid, mushy, trash books he hid on his shelf while imagining that she was the leading lady- and he was lucky enough to be the bastard who’d seen the error in his ways and was given a second chance…

…

Sans tossed back his drink and took the half empty glass from the passed out bunny across from him, downing it as well.

He was finally kicked out of the bar, Grillby chasing everyone out as he closed.

Sans took a shortcut home, but ended up in the field near the echo flowers he had planted to remind him of Waterfall, where he used to look at the Underground “skys” and pretend the crystals were stars.

He yelled loudly for a minute, then tried again, this time making it within a short distance of the house.

He swayed dangerously, but he made it in through the door, getting to the foot of the stairs and seeing the door to the hidden room open. He went to it, hand stopping short only due to him passing out across the floor with a thud.

His vision had gone dark.

Darker...

…yet darker…

…and darker, still…

…

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Sans felt his soul floating above his body, unable to move as Gaster held him there with his weird powers.

“Just hold still, you little shit…”

Sans could handle it… as long as he left Papyrus alone, he could handle it…

“P-PAPA…”

“What is it? What are you doing in my lab? Why are you here?” Gaster demanded roughly in irritation.

Sans fought as hard as he could to shift his eyelights to see his little brother. He needed to stay away! Sans wished that he could talk, yell at Paps to run, to go hide, to never come there, ever again- but he could hardly shift his eyelights.

“WH-WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO SANS?”

run, bro, run! Sans begged mentally.

“Well, you see, you weak little fool, monsters are stuck underground. We’re not here because we want to be. Your useless brother here, is going to help us escape,” Gaster told him.

“THAT’S AMAZING, SANS!” Papyrus shouted in proud joy.

Sans tried to will his brother to leave, to save himself from the sadistic monster towering over him.

Papyrus’s jaw hit the hard floor as Gaster smacked the back of his skull so hard he fell forward.

“Don’t be stupid, you worthless little runt,” Gaster snapped as he tore the ragged stuffed animal from his grasp. “He’s only a part of the experiment, he’s not doing anything worthwhile.” He held up the prized toy and ripped it’s limb off. “Just like this garbage is only making you weaker.”

“NOOO!” Papyrus cried, a heart wrenching sob that made Sans’ soul hurt.

Gaster glared at the small skeleton on the floor. “You have no need for this trash,” he sneered. “It’s as useless as you are.” He tore at the thing until it was completely in pieces and destroyed.

Sans wanted to punch Gaster in his stupid cracked face.

Gaster plucked Papyrus from the floor and turned to hold him where Sans could see. “Look at how weak you’ve made him,” he gloated. “If you didn’t coddle him and try to protect him from the real world, he’d be stronger.”

Sans could feel his magic gathering in his bones, pushing and fighting against Gaster’s hold on him.

Gaster looked Papyrus in the socket. “You should thank your brother for this- for making you as weak as you are.”

A shot of fear showed on Papyrus’ face before the first hit came.

Red, hot, magical tears built in Sans’ sockets as he fought to get free, to help his brother, but he was only able to sort of flop around on the table.

Papyrus’ cries and tears were background noise for Gaster’s cries and accusations, telling Sans that he could thank himself for his brother not being able to defend himself, telling Papyrus to thank Sans for making him so weak. His gleeful cackling mixed with the noise of the attack.

One of the machines in the room kicked into another level, sounding like it was reversing the flow it had been using.

“sssstttppppp…”

“Haven’t I taught you boys anything? Emotions are weakness.”

“sssttoppp…”

“Weakness is unacceptable- weakness will get you dusted.”

“sstoopp…”

“I thought I had taught you both better- but maybe you’re just slow learners!” The thought was accompanied with a manic and near demonic grin. “Maybe you just don’t learn- maybe you need to be taught over and over and over-”

“stop,” Sans choked out.

Gaster was too focused on what he was doing to notice at first, but when it seemed like a circuit or fuse had blown, he paused his movements.

Sans started shaking, his body twitching every which way as he fought, fought to be able to save Papyrus.

He felt a power just beyond his phalanges, he could almost reach it-

The tears in his sockets grew, starting to stream down his skull, as he stretched himself to touch it-

The power in the lab started to flicker, and Sans felt like his soul was being ripped into tiny pieces with a cheese grater, digging into it and shredding the super sensitive entirety of his being.

“What are you doing, you stupid fucking brat,” Gaster demanded, glaring watchfully at him, ignoring his screams of pain.

Sans couldn’t hear him, though- he couldn’t even hear the screams leaving his own mouth, he was only consumed with protecting his brother, stopping Gaster from hurting him.

A loud crack echoed in the room, followed by the power cutting off and slowly starting back up.

Sans felt weightless, like he had no restraints.

He threw himself from the bed, but felt that he didn’t even touch the floor. He was held by a gathering of power- the same power that he’d tapped into.

The power that was…

Gaster sneered as Sans stood before him, attempting to adjust his magical hold, but it didn’t affect him.

Sans clenched his fists and gathered the power there, ready to stop the attack on his brother, a shimmer moving around his fists.

Gaster cackled at him and tossed Papyrus to the floor. “So, you’ve finally done what you were meant to do this whole time.” The tall monster reached for Sans, but his magic didn’t affect him. He made a displeased face at Sans before flourishing his hands, the gems in the centers of his cutout palms gleaming as he grabbed something in the air and pulled, lines attaching the two shimmering to visible for a moment.

Gaster grinned dangerously in accomplishment and jerked the lines, making Sans stumble forward.

“And to think; all it took to motivate you was a little smacking around of your brother… Maybe I’ll make you…” Gaster manipulated his hands in strange ways, and Sans could feel himself being tugged around by his own magic. “Yes, I could make you the one that hurt him instead… but, I think that I’ve taught him enough about the dangers of being weak… now I think I’ll teach you the dangers of caring for others-” Gaster twisted his hand and made Sans pick Papyrus up, holding him even with his eyelights. “How it can only hurt both parties in the end.”

“i don’t wanna, pap, i swear,” Sans begged him to understand as he felt his hand being drawn back. “i swear it’s not me, paps- ya know i’d never do anythin’ like this ta ya…”

“But it is you, Sans, look at your hand, it’s the one that’s about to hurt the one you love,” Gaster sneered from behind them.

“‘s not- ‘s not, paps- y’re my lil bro, i love ya-”

He was going to kill him-

Sans was going to kill Gaster for making him do this.

“The best part, is that the more monsters I link together, the more power I’ll have… I’ll be able to break down the barrier all on my own- as soon as I link enough souls together,” Gaster crowed in victory.

Sans looked down to his ribcage where his soul sat, seeing a string connecting it to Gaster’s soul, a strange bond forming between his soul and the holes in his palms, the gems floating in the middles, that he’d never seen before- in fact- he didn’t think he’d ever seen this glow before on Gaster.

Sans focused hard, letting go of Papyrus and took a hold of the line and tugged, pulling Gaster instead, turning the larger monster to him and making him stumble to be the right height, even for him to pull all the energy he could into his hands, summoning a large bone and swinging hard, hitting Gaster in the skull, seeing the flash of fear and realization just before it connected.

Gaster fell to the ground, limp, and Sans dropped the bone, letting it disappear as he stared in shock.

Did… Did he just kill Gaster?

He knew he thought about it a lot…

He knew that he wanted to do it to stop him from hurting his brother- wanted to punish him for hurting his brother…

But… why wasn’t he turning to dust…? Why was there… blackness leaking from him?

~~~~~~~~~~

Sans turned to Papyrus when he felt a bit more certain that Gaster wasn't going to get up and attack again.

He felt his soul twist in knots at the expression of pain and fear on his small brother's face, sure that it was partially due to the crack from his maxilla, between two sharp teeth, up and heading to his cheek bone. But the other part would have to come from…

"b-bro-" Sans' voice caught, his hand freezing in mid motion, his phalanges starting to curl closed into a fist. “i… i’m sorry, bro,” he murmured.

Papyrus threw himself into Sans’ arms, small, almost silent sobs leaving his small frame.

Sans felt his soul twist again.

“i- it’s a’right, paps- i- h-he… he’ll never hurt ya again. never…” He murmured against his brother’s skull. “i promise…”

Papyrus held tighter to him, trying to hide his silent sobs better.

“i- imma help ya become th’ toughest monster out there. ain’t nobody gonna mess wit ya…” Sans stroked over his brother’s skull, not quite sure what else to do to comfort him. “ya- ya are th’ great an’ terrible papyrus, after all…”

Papyrus mustered up the strength to give a soft, “Nyeh Heh Heh…”

Sans held his small form closer to his chest, curling around him. "it's ok, paps… everythin' is gonna be ok…"

He just had to get rid of Gaster's body…

After a moment, an idea came to him, and, thinking it through while he held and comforted Papyrus, it seemed to hold up…

He'd hated all these years of going to the lab with Gaster, but… looks like they were finally going to be good for something.

He didn't think anyone else knew about the void between realms that Gaster had accidentally tapped into while trying to find a way out of the Underground.

"S-Sans…" For once, the small skeleton's voice matched his size.

"yeah, paps?" Sans asked quietly.

"Are… Are You Going To Be My Dad, Now…?"

Sans felt like he was the one who'd been smacked in the back of the skull with a bone attack.

"i- n-no, paps- i'm still yer brother, i- i ain't fit ta- i ain't old 'nough ta be a dad-” he corrected, trying to put it in a way that Papyrus would understand, “but… imma take care a ya like one, 'k? ya don't have ta be scared, imma take care a ya… i'll keep ya safe…"

Papyrus tightened his hold on Sans. "I'm- I'm Going To Keep You Safe, Too," he murmured.

"that's 'cause y're gonna be th' biggest, strongest monster out there. no one'll be able ta beat ya, 'cause y're th' best…"

Sans held his brother tight, feeling the newly awakened power burning through his bones as the two held each other, swearing that they'd keep each other safe and alive, no matter what it took.

A/N: Safe summary: Gaster is experimenting in connecting souls together, using his powers to hold Sans down, when little Papyrus comes down with his precious stuffed animal to see what they're doing. Gaster hits Papyrus as punishment for being "weak". Sans completes the connection of his soul to Gaster's to break his paralyzing hold on him and protect Papyrus. At first it works, but then Gaster uses two crystals type things (that Sans has never ben able to see before and isn't sure what they are) in the holes of his hands to focus his power and control Sans, making him hit Papyrus, as punishment for caring for and loving him. Sans tells him the whole time that it's not him. Sans regains control and stops himself, using gravity magic to bring him down to level, and then manifests a bone attack and hits him, very hard, in the head. Sans wonders if he's killed Gaster, and holds Papyrus close while trying o figure out how to hide Gaster's body. Sweet moments ensue in the mostly safe part.

#underfell sans x reader #uf!sans x you #red (underfell) x y/n #underfrick #underfluff #tsundere sans #reader insert #y/n #mutual pining #romance #angst #fluff #multi part story #Read on AO3 #past abusive relationship #Sans is sad without Reader.

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missfay49 · 3 years

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Just Listen

Summary: The fam-ILY gets together for a Christmas celebration.

Warnings: Logan and Virgil get in a fight but they make up, obligatory interaction with relatives, alcohol, food, Christmas, cursing, countdown, mention of past injury, struggling with recent hearing loss

Word Count: ~3000

Oldest to Youngest: Logan/Remus/Roman/Janus/Virgil/Patton/Alec

Other Characters: Aunt Patty and Uncle Mitch, Aunt Mel and Uncle Jim, Titi, Grandma Sanders, Grandpa Sanders, Maman, Nico Flores

DD:HH:MM:SS - Days : Hours : Minutes : Seconds

AO3

Once upon a time, there were seven cousins born of four siblings. The oldest sister and her husband had twins and named them Roman and Remus. The second oldest sister and her partners had a child and named him Alec. The youngest sister had one child and named him Patton. And their brother, the youngest of them all, had three children named Logan, Janus, and Virgil.

00:16:02:32 until Christmas Day, 7:58 AM

Logan, the oldest cousin, was leaning against the kitchen counter holding a fresh cup of coffee in one hand and rubbing his right temple with the other. He blinked against the early morning sun of Christmas Eve streaming in.

“You’re up early!”

Logan jumped at the movement to his right and found his aunt looking at him.

“Good morning, Aunt Mel. I made coffee.”

“Bless ya, kid,” she said, turning toward the machine. When she came back around to grab the sugar, he was gone.

00:13:25:17 until Christmas Day, 10:35 AM

“Who took the last piece of bacon?!”

Roman froze in his spot on the floor in front of the T.V. If he were just very, very still, maybe-

“J’accuse!” Remus shouted from the kitchen door over the sounds of chatter and clinking kitchenware. Roman spun around to see Remus pointing at him menacingly.

“You already had some!” Roman yelled back, pulling his plate close. Remus, not breaking eye contact even once, methodically kicked off his flip flops and set his plate gently on top of a bookshelf. He crouched a little and rolled his shoulders.

“Remus, no, my juice, Remus! NOOO-”

00:13:23:03 until Christmas Day, 10:37 AM

From his cozy spot beneath the sheets in the spare bedroom, Virgil heard a scream and a thump. And then several more thumps. He blinked and stretched, smooshing his face into the pillow. For one precious moment, he imagined he could go back to sleep but the dream was pierced by Aunt Patty’s shrill voice scolding someone down the hall.

He shoved himself up on his elbows and sent a hostile glare at the general brightness of the room. Things quieted down but it was too late - he was up. He stretched for several more minutes before finally straightening his clothes and stumbling out to follow the smell of breakfast.

00:12:40:54 until Christmas Day, 11:20 AM

Virgil shuffled past the subdued twins in the living room and into the kitchen, stopping at the door as his brain tried to process what was happening. His younger cousin, Patton, was furtively opening and closing all the cabinets, searching each and every one. Apparently he found what he was looking for, because he started chuckling to himself and reached behind some cups to pull out a huge plastic bag of cookies. He opened it and spun around on his socks, walking headlong into Virgil.

“Ah!” Patton nearly dropped the bag, and a couple cookies fell out onto the floor. Virgil laughed as they picked them up together.

“Whatcha doing, Pat?”

Patton waved him close, whispering.

“My mom keeps hiding the cookies. She said if I keep eating ‘em she’s gonna have to make more for tomorrow. That sounds like a win-win to me!” He took the floor cookie from Virgil and pocketed it. They took turns peering into the dining room where the older folks were talking.

“You do you, cuz.” They bumped fists and Virgil scooped some cold leftover eggs onto a paper plate to take with him to the living room. Remus shoved past him coming back into the kitchen.

Whatever Remus had planned to do in here was lost when he spotted Pat.

“Oo! Cookies!”

00:11:22:49 until Christmas Day, 12:38 PM

“What exactly are we watching, Roman?” asked Patton, popping a couple Tums into his mouth and flopping down into a recliner. Roman was still planted in the middle of the living room floor, but now Virgil was keeping him company, fast asleep on the couch with an empty plate in his lap. Roman didn’t look away from the screen.

“A Christmas Prince. It’s about a journalist that falls in love with the prince of a whole Christmas-themed country! And the bad guy’s not too bad lookin’ either.” Roman squeezed a pillow to his chest.

“Oh, right, I thought it looked familiar! Did you watch Jenny Nicholson’s breakdown of it?”

“Who?”

Patton smiled at the look of wonder on Roman’s face as he followed the characters on screen. At the silence, Roman turned around to look at him, distracted but curious. Patton waved him off.

“Never mind.” Better not to spoil it.

00:07:12:24 until Christmas Day, 16:47 PM

“Dinner tiiime!” Aunt Patty peeked into the living room. “It’s all ready, you guys hungry?”

“Yisss!” Patton launched himself out of the recliner with Virgil following slowly behind. Roman tore his eyes away from the current Hallmark movie with great effort, checking his phone messages.

Aunt Mel was in the kitchen with their little cousin Alec. Just as they passed through he let up a screech, making them all jump. Roman’s phone went flying.

“AAAAA DON’T WANNA WASH I’M STILL PLAYING!”

“AH, sweet Jesus,” Roman clutched his chest dramatically as the rest started laughing.

“Alright, keep it together, ya hooligans,” Aunt Mel teased them. “Alec, I’ve had too much wine today for you to be screaming at the water. You told me yesterday you love playing with the water-”

Auntie continued to help Alec wash his hands and the cousins tumbled into the dining room where Logan and the grandparents were already gathering. Logan braced at the incoming chaos.

“What happened to you?” He asked them.

“Didn’t you hear Alec screaming?” Virgil deadpanned.

“Oh,” Logan straightened his glasses. “Yes, that.”

The rest of the family came up from the basement talking heatedly about the Saints and the Vikings. Who was winning or losing at that particular moment was unclear, but dinner would proceed regardless.

00:04:47:19 until Christmas Day, 19:13 PM

“Defuse!” Remus slammed a card down onto the table. “Whew, that was close. I almost exploded in a fiery, kitten-y death!”

“Boom!” Alec cheered. Nearly the whole family was gathered around the kitchen-table-turned-game-table, even the grandparents and great grandma, Maman. Aunt Patty and Uncle Mitch were downstairs watching the end of the football game, and Titi was just a few feet away putting a new batch of sugar cookies in the oven. She shot a good-natured stare at Patton.

“Sorry, mooom,” “Sorry, Titiii” he and Remus chorused. “Patton tricked me!”

“Hey!”

“That’s okay, you two can help me decorate these later as punishment. Remus,” Titi pointed to the person beside him. “Help Maman with her turn, remember?”

“Oh, yeah!” Remus leaned over the centenarian. “You got any actions, Maman?”

“Quel est ce dessin?” She held her cards up to him and pointed.

“That’s a cat dressed as a taco, Maman. C’est un mème.”

While the game continued around the table, Virgil watched Logan discreetly. Sitting to his left, something was wrong with his oldest brother. He wasn’t sure what yet, but it was definitely… something.

“Nope!” Logan put a card down over Uncle Jim’s attack. Aunt Mel went next, then she helped Alec with his turn, and then, there it was; Logan’s brow furrowed ever so slightly. His eyes flitted back and forth between the players and the cards. He stared at their faces, but not quite at eye level. Patton’s, Roman’s, Grandma’s turns all passed the same - he was concentrating so hard. Why?

“Virgil?” Grandpa nudged him out of his speculation. “It’s your turn.”

Logan was staring at him expectantly.

“Oh.” Virgil glanced at two mismatched cats and drew. An exploding kitten. He was dead. “You’re turn, Lo.”

Logan spent a second longer waiting to see if Virgil was done, and then played his own cards. As they both watched Remus go next, Virgil leaned in closer.

“What is up with you?” He whispered. Logan didn’t take his eyes off Remus’ cards.

“Hey!” He kept whispering, jabbing Logan in the ribs.

“Ow!” Logan yelped, then lowering his voice. “What?”

“I asked you a question, don’t act like you can’t hear me.”

Logan squinted at him, then his face shifted. He looked stricken.

“I’m playing “See The Future”,” someone said. “Hand me the deck.”

00:04:22:44 until Christmas Day, 19:38 PM

VIRGE: what happened?

A new round had started and Virgil hoped that switching to text would let them continue their argu- debate without distracting the rest of the family.

BIG BRO: Nothing

VIRGE: bullshit

Logan ignored his phone, watching the game progress counter-clockwise this time. Virgil did not accept this strategy.

VIRGE: !

BIG BRO: Stop

VIRGE: tell the truth.

BIG BRO: (Seen)

They paused to take their turns, and when Virgil picked his phone back up, Logan was already typing. He tried to be patient, but the energy was clear in the way his foot tapped the ground.

BIG BRO: It seems my hearing has not entirely recovered since that explosion during chem lab a couple months ago. I’ve got tinnitus in my right ear. It is quite difficult to pick up sounds over the ringing when they’re coming from that direction.

BIG BRO: Or sometimes from any direction. So, I’m concentrating a little more. That’s all.

Virgil glanced between the texts and Logan several times, Logan staring with seemingly great intent at his cards.

VIRGE: THATS ALL?

BIG BRO: Calm down, it’s not a big deal.

VIRGE: have you been to a doctor?

Logan stopped to play another “Nope” card. Virgil was ready to scream at the delay. The chatter at the table seemed louder to him now and much, much different.

BIG BRO: Yes. And I’ve done plenty of my own research. There’s not much to be done unless I want to get surgery or start wearing hearing aids.

VIRGE: so wear hearing aids until you decide about the surgery

BIG BRO: They’re expensive, Virgil.

VIRGE: dads insrance must cover some of it and ive got some extra money

BIG BRO: No. Thank you. That money’s yours. You worked hard for it.

VIRGE: your e taking it

BIG BRO: That’s not the problem.

VIRGE: then what is.?

BIG BRO: (Seen)

VIRGE: why won’t you make it easier on yourself? you know none of us will care if you wear one. the explosion wasn’t even your fault, it was that other kid

Virgil sent the text and looked at Logan, waiting. Remus was nearly finished with his turn; Logan was next. The turns passed, but Logan didn’t pick his phone back up from the table.

VIRGE: why

Logan glanced at the text preview when it came up on the screen, still not moving.

VIRGE: i know you can see this

VIRGE: why

“Because!” Logan shouted, slapping his cards down. Everyone fell into a stunned quiet.

“Are you guys cheating? Mom says cheating is wrong.” Alec’s voice broke the silence a second later. Virgil stuck his tongue out at him.

“I assure you we are not cheating,” Logan smiled at Alec. “Virgil’s just being a pest.”

The game resumed, Patton taking an absurd amount of actions before drawing another Beard Cat card. Was it even legal to have that many cards?

Virgil leaned back in his chair, tired from the stress. His phone buzzed.

BIG BRO: This is my last semester. I’ll get one after graduation.

00:00:41:12 until Christmas Day, 23:19 PM

Roman carried two mugs of coffee into the living room as back-to-back commercials for 24 Hours of A Christmas Story played on the T.V. He handed one to Virgil and got back under the throw blanket.

“Thanks.”

“Whatcha doing?” Roman peered at Virgil’s laptop. There were at least a dozen tabs open. The current screen showed some kind of fancy earpods.

“Just killin’ time.” Virgil opened yet another tab.

“Yeah, it’s a bummer Janus picked a college so far away. But the train’s due in a few minutes! Then it’ll be officially Christmas.”

“I mean, he still has to, like, get here from the station.”

“Whatever,” shrugged Roman. He flipped through the channels. All commercials. He settled back on the Hallmark channel, laying down and closing his eyes while they waited for the latest must-have-product ads to end.

“Remember when we played dress up together?” Roman mused. “Mom taped all those toilet paper rolls together so we could have swords and we all fought over the two paper crowns from Burger King? Do they still make those?”

“I have no idea,” Virgil laughed. “That was so long ago, how do you even remember that?”

“Because I was a fabulous ruler! The kingdom prospered unendingly under my leadership!” Roman flung his free arm wide, not bothering to open his eyes. “It was glorious!”

“All you did was declare free love-”

“An important doctrine!” Roman jabbed at the air once before letting his arm flop back down and graze the carpet. “All Janus did was universally pardon thieves and liars, was that so much better?”

“Well, I was playing a thief. Maybe I’m biased.”

“You would…” Roman muttered. He didn’t finish the thought.

“Roman?”

A little snort was the only response. Roman was fast asleep, coffee untouched and the remote resting by his head.

00:00:00:03 until Christmas Day, 23:59 PM

00:00:00:02...

00:00:00:01...

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house

Virgil was stirring; he snuck like a mouse.

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,

in hopes that his brother soon would be there.

Christmas Day, 01:23 AM

“Wake up!”

Roman gasped. Someone was shoving him into the couch cushions.

“He’s here!” Virgil bounced on his shoulder again, almost knocking the laptop to the ground.

“Okay! Jeez, I’m up. I’m up!”

Virgil was already gone, shoving his boots on while a taxi drove away outside leaving two figures in the darkness with their bags. By the time Roman was on his feet, Janus was shouldering through the door with a backpack and giant suitcase, a cute boy following just behind.

“What is up, king?” Roman and Janus clasped hands and half hugged. “Who’s this?”

“Oh, you know.” Janus shrugged off the bag. “This is my boyfriend. Nico, this is my cousin, Roman.”

Nico stifled a yawn and waved. “Pleasure to meet you, Roman!” Virgil came in setting down two more bags and nudged Janus.

“I thought we all agreed not to bring dates again after what happened last-”

“Oh, sweetheart, you must be exhausted!” Roman interrupted as he picked up one of the bags. “I’ll show you where you’re sleeping.”

“Thank you so much, our stuff took forever to load off the train.” Nico started to follow him.

“Hands to yourself, Ro,” Janus hissed after them. “I like this one.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Roman grinned, disappearing around the corner into the hallway. Nico hesitated.

“What…?”

Janus waved him off. “I’ll tell you later.” When they were both out of sight, he turned to Virgil.

“It looks like half the county’s parked in our front yard. Is dad up?”

“He didn’t stay.” Virgil shrugged. “He got into a fight with Titi last night and left after an hour.”

“I see…” Janus sighed, looking down the hall for a moment. “Can’t break tradition now, can we?” He smiled up at his little brother. “Did you get taller?”

Virgil answered by way of a bear-hug, squeezing the breath out of him.

“I missed you, too, Virge.”

Christmas Day, morning-ish

“Merci, Maman! Thank you!” Everyone spoke over each other, unwrapping the sweaters she had made for each of them.

“Yellow was very, uh, popular this year, no?” She teased them. “I hope that you like them.”

“Mine does not have yellow, it’s gold.” Roman corrected everyone. Aunt Patty scolded him. Janus laughed.

“Don’t complain, Roman, yellow is just the superior color,” said Janus, wrestling his own sweater on.

“Yours is more black than yellow!” Roman pointed out. Janus’ head popped up through the collar.

“Did I say yellow? I meant ‘black’. Black is the superior color.”

“Black’s not even a color,” Roman called after Janus shimmying away to grab a cookie with Nico in the kitchen. He came back a second later.

“Why does this cookie look like it’s frosted with vomit?” Janus held one up, looking affronted.

“Don’t suppress my creativity!” Remus shouted from under the tree.

Christmas Day, sometime, who cares anymore?

Logan stood in the hallway, reading an email from Virgil, sent at three that morning. It was lists of hearing aids, their pros and cons, and prices. And another email from Janus a few minutes ago with links on how to get disability funding. That would explain Virgil’s note at the end...

I love you. Please don’t be mad. I told Janus.

He rubbed a hand over his face and chuckled. Had he really thought he was going to keep this a secret for even a day around those two? He pocketed the phone for now and walked through the house.

There was Patton and Roman watching a girl in a beret talk on youtube. Roman had a horrified look on his face. Janus was in the kitchen teaching Alec how to play chess, and not going easy on the kid at all. Logan peeked downstairs. There were Virgil and Remus and Nico, playing charades with the aunties. Remus was making some obscene gesture that had Aunt Mel on the floor laughing and spilling her wine, and Aunt Patty was yelling at both of them.

Logan wandered to the couch and plopped down. It’s a Wonderful Life, was playing on the television. Logan hummed along with the closed captioning as the characters celebrated saving George Bailey from false charges. The vibrations in his chest felt right.

For auld lang syne, my dear

For auld lang syne

We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet

For days of auld lang syne

The End.

@sanderssidesgiftxchange @kieraelieson

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constant-mason24 · 4 years

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Innocence in Peril

Jeremiah Valeska x Reader

Requested by Anon

NO Warnings, except maybe gun use?

1900 words.

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Every day, Jeremiah sat in the back of the class, and every day, (Y/n) sat in the seat directly in front of him. Despite the fact that there was no assigned seating, this was what always happened. Jeremiah certainly didn’t mind. He thought the girl in front of him was very smart and very pretty. He was far too awkward to initiate a conversation with her, but luckily he had a reputation for being the smartest kid in class, and (y/n) would often ask him about assignments. Over time, the two became an odd kind of friends, and Jeremiah’s little schoolboy crush became something much more.

“Miah! Can you help me with my chemistry worksheet?” (Y/n) grimaced, both from fear of inconveniencing Jeremiah and hatred of chemistry.

“Of course.” Jeremiah pushed his glasses up and cleared his throat. “What are you confused about?”

“Everything,” she pouted.

Jeremiah chuckled, avoiding eye contact as he tried to will his reddened cheeks to cool off. “Let’s start from the beginning again.”

Quite a few years passed, but Jeremiah never lost contact with (Y/n). She was one of the few people who would be allowed into his bunker. (Y/n) never understood why he lived within the concrete maze, but Jeremiah always told her it was how he focused best. She doubted that, seeing as to how he focused just fine back in school but brushed it off as some weird comfort. If it made Jeremiah feel better, who was she to complain? Especially with how rotten this city had become. Gotham was always rife with crime, but after the deaths of Martha and Thomas Wayne, everything seemed to go downhill quite rapidly.

Today, Jeremiah stood in front of the mirror in his bathroom, nervously adjusting his jacket and shirt collar. (Y/n) was supposed to visit again, and she would be arriving quite soon. With a heavy sigh, he leaned his sweaty palms against the sink, wishing he could get over this childish fear and tell (Y/n) how much she meant to him. He knew he really had nothing to fear. She was a kind soul, who was always careful not to hurt anyone else’s feelings. He reasoned with himself that even if she didn’t return his feelings (which couldn’t be too high a chance, right?), she would certainly let him down gently, and with time they could at least be friends again. But the thought of laying his cards out on the table and having her reject him was. . . embarrassing. Not to mention he would be heartbroken. But was it really better to stay in the dark on such matters?

Sighing yet again, Jeremiah turned the faucet on and splashed water onto his face. Now was not the time to be lost in pointless thoughts. Thinking did nothing. Only action makes changes.

Leaving the bathroom, he made his way back into his little office, figuring he could work until (Y/n) arrived, which would be in. . . ? He checked his watch. An hour. Nodding to himself and wiping his once again sweaty palms on his pants, Jeremiah turned on his security screens, looking to see all was normal. Ecco was patiently waiting for (Y/n)’s arrival as well, ready to lead her through the maze when she did finally show up. Pouring himself a drink, the nervous man sat down and gazed at the newest blueprints laying across his desk. Try as he might, he couldn’t slow his mind down enough to focus. Still, he didn’t give up, and he eventually found himself buried in his work again.

It was quite some time later when Ecco knocked on his door. Leaning back in his chair, Jeremiah told her to enter, expecting (Y/n) to walk in behind him.

Ecco entered alone.

“Ecco. Where is (Y/n)?”

“She never came. She’s nearly an hour late.” Looking to his watch again, Jeremiah saw that she right.

“Maybe something came up, and she couldn’t make it. Did she happen to leave a message?”

“No,” Ecco frowned. “She hasn’t called.”

Jeremiah mirrored the look of concern and confusion on her face. (Y/n) was never late or absent without telling anyone. She was always cautious to tell people where she was. Gotham is a dangerous place.

“I’ll call and see if she answers. Maybe she’s fallen asleep again.” Jeremiah made his way the phone at his desk, stopping as it began to ring. Slowly, he turned to look at Ecco while he picked up. Only a couple of people knew this number. Maybe it was (Y/n)? “Hello.”

“Hello, brother dearest.” Jeremiah’s blood ran cold, and his face grew pale. He knew that voice better than anyone else. It was practically his own.

“Jerome.” He glanced back to Ecco, who tensed at the mention of his name. “How did you find me?”

“That’s not important, bro. What really matters is that I have your precious little girlfriend here with me. And you don’t like that, do you?”

“Jerome, whatever you want, leave her out of it.” Jeremiah grimaced as his brother began to laugh.

“I’d really rather not. I want you to meet me in an hour.”

Jeremiah gulped, wiping his sweaty hand for the third time. “Where?”

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(Y/n) sat in the grass beneath a tree, watching the man who both was and wasn’t Jeremiah pace back and forth before her. She had always had her suspicions about Jerome Valeska but had never asked Jeremiah about him. She had always trusted that he would tell her if he could. Of course, she wasn’t stupid. When she saw the maniac on the television, she first thought it was Jeremiah, but after a quick phone call and some simple research, she reached a solid conclusion: Jeremiah had an evil twin he never told her about.

As ridiculous as it may have seemed at the time, the facts simply didn’t lie. And they most certainly didn’t lie now. Standing in front of her was Jerome Valeska, face full of scars,and his back turned away. (Y/n) figured running was a bad idea, so she didn’t bother to take advantage of being out of his line of sight. She had thought through anything and everything she could do, but between the lack of tools or weapons and being stuck in an almost entirely open field with a gun-wielding manic, her chances of escape were pretty slim. She didn’t want to risk it.

She thought back to when they were in school. Where had Jerome been then? He certainly wasn’t a threat at the time. Or maybe he was, and (Y/n) had just been absolutely clueless. The thought made her shiver.

“Well,” Jerome drawled, turning back to look at her. “Brother dear should be arriving at any minute. Say, you got any good stories?”

“Not really,” she chuckled humorlessly as he came and kneeled in front of her. “Maybe one or two from school.”

“Tell me one.” Jerome sat down and crossed his legs. “Tell me one about my brother. I missed being a part of his life.”

“Okay,” (Y/n) thought carefully. Something entertaining about Jeremiah. . . Thinking of a good story would be easier if she wasn’t so terrified. “Well, I could tell you about the junior prom.”

“Ooh, prom! Goody!”

~~~

“The theme for prom this year is gonna be Under The Sea! Isn’t that cute?” (Y/n) was turned around in her seat, facing Jeremiah, who was already starting today’s classwork. He nodded, adjusting his glasses without looking up. With a slight sigh, (Y/n) turned around, still talking to him. “You have any plans to go with anyone?”

“No.”

“Oh. You don’t want to ask any girl here to the prom? Not one?”

Jeremiah hesitated.

“No.”

(Y/n) whirled around in her seat and nearly screamed, “You are so totally lying, Miah!”

Jeremiah looked up and hushed her, glancing at the few stares her outburst had earned them.

“Sorry.” She apologized meekly, waving at one of her classmates who turned back around. “But really, you have to have someone in mind.”

“I do. But I’m not going to actually ask.”

“Why not?” (Y/n) pouted. “Can you tell me who she is?”

“No.” Jeremiah returned to his paper.

“Well, if you aren’t;t going to ask her to go to the prom, I’m going to ask you.”

“Me?” Jeremiah looked up quickly, nearly knocking his work off his desk.

“Yeah, unless you do wanna ask her to go. But if not, you and I can go instead.” She rubbed her neck. “Just as friends, of course.”

“Ah, yes.” Jeremiah looked back at his worksheet. “As friends.” He started to work again, and (Y/n) turned to look at the worksheet on her desk. How did he already know how to do this?

“I also heard they’re serving lobster at prom. I don’t think that’s true though.”

“This is boring.” Jerome groaned, throwing himself back onto the grass, throwing (Y/n)’s train of thought askew. “I don’t want to hear about you flirting with him. Tell me something embarrassing.”

(Y/n) blinked, remembering her current situation. She looked over and saw Jeremiah himself walking towards them slowly. Jerome followed her gaze and smiled, sitting up and scooting closer to her. He placed the barrel of his pistol to her head and forced her to stand with him.

“It’s about time you showed up.” He giggled. “(Y/n) was just telling me the dullest story everrrr.”

“What do you want from me, Jerome?” Jeremiah raised his hands in surrender. “Why did you have to drag (Y/n) into this?”

“Aw, come on, bro.” Jerome poked (Y/n)’s cheek with the gun. “How else was I gonna getcha to leave your little maze ‘o fun? It’s not like I could have just asked ya.”

Jerome began to laugh like crazy (hmm, I wonder why), and (Y/n) caught Jeremiah’s eye. The two made eye contact for a moment, and Jeremiah nodded at her.

“Aw, you two really are cute.” Jerome kept grinning. “Which means (Y/n) and I would be cute too. ‘Cuz, ya know, same face.”

Jerome gestured to his face with the gun for a moment but suddenly stumbled forward, nearly taking (Y/n) with him. Turning to look, she saw Ecco standing behind them with her own gun in hand. (Y/n) smiled and hugged Ecco.

“Thank you, Thank you both.” She pulled away as Jeremiah joined them, but he wasn’t interested in celebrating just yet. He grabbed (Y/n)’s hand, who in turn grabbed Ecco’s hand, and led them away from the field towards a waiting car. Ecco got into the driver’s seat while Jeremiah and (Y/n) got into the back. Finally out of immediate danger, (Y/n) felt the adrenaline begin to wind down slightly, as she began to tremble. It suddenly hit her how close she had come to dying, and she felt the tears begin to form in her eyes. Jeremiah reached out to comfort her, and she felt him shaking too.

With a sob, she threw herself at him, wrapping him into a hug, which he gladly returned.

“It’s okay, (Y/n). You’re safe now. I won’t let him hurt you.” She cried in his arms for a while longer, as he continued to tell her that she was safe from harm. Inside he knew this was a lie. Now he would be coming for them both, enraged and looking for a way strike back.

They arrived at Jeremiah’s bunker and quickly locked themselves away. (Y/n) went to the restroom to clean herself up a bit, and left Jeremiah and Ecco to talk.

“I think she should stay here with me,” Jeremiah said, pouring himself a glass of something strong. “Jerome will be back.”

“I’ll start the preparations,” Ecco said, and Jeremiah nodded. (Y/n) was in more danger now than ever before, and he was determined to keep her safe.

Maybe he would even tell her he loved her.

#jeremiah valeska #Jeremiah Valeska x reader #Jerome Valeska #Gotham #Gotham fic #Gotham x reader

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schnoogles · 3 years

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Curiouser and Curiouser written for the @jonsa-halloween event! Day 2: Drink Me/Colors Read on Ao3

Theon began lining empty whisky tumblers, “how about everyone here try my newest concoction? I call it ‘The Kraken.’” He poured the brightest color of electric blue liquid in each glass and gestured for everyone to pick one up. Jon eyed it warily, “Where’d the name come from?” He lifted it to his mouth. Theon smiled as he watched everyone down it. “Eight legs, eight ingredients! Most of which are alcohol.” Robb immediately slapped Theon across the face after he drank his. Everyone else went into either a coughing fit or started gagging.

Theon had the best idea for a drink. Unfortunately, he wasn't anticipating Sansa being a lightweight.

“What up bitches! It’s time for SHOTS.”

Everyone groaned. Arya was having way too much fun at this party.

“Gods, was I like this when I became legal drinking age?” Sansa looked at her little sister across the room, horrified at the bubbly young woman in a Cheshire cat costume. She’ll be first to admit though, Arya was absolutely adorable, even with what looked like a drink in each hand.

Jon snorted. “No, but you were like this when Robb took you to your first college party and Theon gave you an AMF.”

“Not my finest hour.” Sansa grimaced at the memory. “On the plus side, that was my one and only time ever getting that wasted. Even now at legal drinking age I stay away from hard liquors. All thanks to Theon’s peer pressuring.”

“Hey!” Theon protested from behind the counter, “That drink gave you the fucking courage to kiss Jon! You should be thanking me!” Jon and Sansa shifted uncomfortably. Nearly four years later and still only one drunken kiss between them. Robb had seen what they were doing and put a stop to it. He didn’t care if they wanted to date but he didn’t want his best friend and little sister to do anything they’d regret. Unfortunately, they were both too embarrassed and didn’t bring it up the next day. Which led to both parties assuming the other did, in fact, regret it.

“How ‘bout we don’t humiliate Jon and Sansa tonight, Theon?” Robb walked up to the group, Arya in tow looking decidedly put out.

Theon laughed and pointed an empty shaker at her, “Why the pout, Cheshire?”

“Robb won’t let me have anymore shots.”

Everyone in the group snickered at her. Leave it to Responsible Robb to reign in his little sister.

“Tell you what shorty,” Theon began lining empty whisky tumblers, “how about everyone here try my newest concoction? I call it ‘The Kraken.’” He poured the brightest color of electric blue liquid in each glass and gestured for everyone to pick one up.

Jon eyed it warily, “Where’d the name come from?” He lifted it to his mouth.

Theon smiled as he watched everyone down it. “Eight legs, eight ingredients! Most of which are alcohol.” Robb immediately slapped Theon across the face after he drank his. Everyone else went into either a coughing fit or started gagging.

“That,” he wagged a finger at Theon, “is absolutely disgusting.”

“Noted.” Theon shook his head, slightly disoriented from Robb’s slap.

Arya slammed her glass down in front of Theon. “Another!”

“No!” Everyone but Theon shouted.

“Spoil sports, all of you.” Arya grumbled.

The group of friends chatted some more, with Theon occasionally coming in and out of the conversation as he was making drinks for his guests. They were all having a good time. Talking, laughing, having some more drinks. No one thought they needed to stop until suddenly-

“Jesus Christ,” Sansa giggled, “Does everyone else see the pretty dancing colors?” Sansa looked around them in wonderment. She noticed a slight change in her vision earlier but thought she was imagining it. Now though, with another cocktail under her belt, she knew she definitely wasn’t imagining the pretty lights and bright swirling colors.

“Sansa?” Robb looked at his sister in disbelief. “Are you drunk already? Theon what the fuck was in that drink?”

Jon placed a steady hand on Sansa’s lower back. “Well, I think she had maybe one drink earlier, but I dunno what it was. Might not have been agreeable with Theon’s catastrophe-”

“It’s called Kraken, thank you very much.” He was affronted by Jon’s misnaming. “And how was I supposed to know that Queen of Hearts over here is a lightweight? She’s usually the DD!” He wasn’t wrong. Sansa always volunteered to stop drinking early at parties to make sure her older brother and his friends were safe. For good reason.

“First of all, Mad Hatter,” she scoffed at the name of Theon’s costume, “I’m the Red Queen! Pick up a book, learn the difference, get it right.” When drunk, apparently Sansa Stark became Sassy Snark. She hiccupped before gleefully announcing, “Second of all: I’m a one shot wonder babeyy!!” The boys tried to smother their laughter at the dancey redhead. Sansa wasn’t finished though. It was Theon’s idea to throw an Alice in Wonderland themed Halloween party so how dare he not know the different characters. During her long winded explanation of the various different queens in the story, Arya managed to sneak a drink from over the counter. She didn’t, however, manage to sneak it into her mouth.

“Freeze, Underfoot.” Robb gestured at the drink in her hand. “You’re cut off for the next hour. Pace yourself or you’ll end up like-” he stuck a thumb at Sansa, “-over there.” Arya looked over his shoulder and saw her older sister attempting to put braids in Jon’s curly hair. She snorted. “It’s water for you for the time being.” He went to grab two bottles from the fridge. One he gave Arya and the other he tossed to Jon.

“Here we go Sansa,” Jon moved her hands off his hair and handed the water bottle to her, “I have some water for you.”

Sansa smacked his hand away. “The only thing you have is the audacity!”

Jon chuckled and raised his hands in surrender. “I’m sorry?”

“You should be! How dare you have such nice soft hair! It’s not fair! You don’t even do anything with it!” Sansa suddenly squealed with delight and reached behind Jon. “Thanks Theon!”

“Wh- Hey!” Theon stood flabbergasted as she swooped over and stole his drink from his hands.

“What?” she asked curiously, unaware that anything was wrong. Instead of waiting for a response, she took the shot.

Theon spluttered, “What do you mean ‘what?’ That wasn’t for you!”

Lies. Clearly the shot was meant for Sansa. “But it was practically begging for me to drink it!”

That gave Jon an idea. He uncapped the bottle of water and lifted it in front of Sansa’s face. In an unnaturally high pitched voice, he said, “Drink me, Sansa, drink me!” while waving the water in front of her face. Perhaps he was a bit tipsy too.

“Oh! Well okay, sure!” Jon’s jaw dropped at how easily and happily she took the water and drank. He blinked several times before calling out to her brother. “Uh… Robb?”

“Sup?”

“We can’t leave Sansa alone all night.”

“Um, sure…? But why?”

“She is a far too agreeable drunk.” Jon replied, eyes still not off of the pretty lady in front of him who was dancing to the music, water still in hand.

Before Robb could open that can of worms, he saw in the corner of his eye his other little sister running off with what looked suspiciously like a bottle in her arms. “HEY! ARYA COME BACK HERE!”

At the sound of her brother screaming, Sansa looked over, then enthusiastically started waving at the back of her sister’s head. “Bye Arya! See you later!”

Robb groaned and started banging his head on the counter. Sansa looked at her brother with the utmost concern. That surely must hurt him!

“Don’t worry man, she’s fine,” Theon chuckled. When Robb glared at him, he explained. “She’s newly 21, remember?”

“Yeah, and?”

“And she just ran off with a bottle of grenadine,” Theon snorted, “Something tells me the only thing she'll get is a sugar crash.”

Robb sagged his shoulders in relief. He really didn’t want to deal with another drunk little sister. Those two are going to be the death of him. At least he only has to worry about a sugar crash tonight coming from Arya tonight.

Suddenly though, it was like Sansa sobered up out of nowhere. “I don’t want to be here anymore.”

“What’s wrong San?”

She pointed at something passed her brother. When the boys all turned, they immediately frowned. A pompous ass, thy name is Joffrey. Robb swore. This is what he gets for letting Theon be in charge of everything, including the guest list.

Jon turned to Theon. “Bro.”

Theon scratched his head. “Look I didn’t invite him. I’m guessing Renly did? He’s usually forced to take his nephew to outings.”

Robb scrunched his face. “And since when were you friends with Renly Baratheon?”

Sansa, still not taking her eyes off the blonde asshole, answered, “Since the only way Margaery Tyrell would accept Theon’s invitation was if she was allowed to bring her brother Loras. And where Loras goes, so does Renly.” Sansa looked away from her source of disdain and lifted a brow at a very sheepish looking Theon. “Girls talk.”

“Of fucking course this is about a girl.” Robb sighed and looked to Jon. “I’m gonna handle this. Do you mind?” He jerked his head at Sansa and Jon understood the underlying request. Take my sister away from here while I kick out her ex, who would most definitely make a scene.

“Hey, Red Queen?” Jon grabbed her hands and started backing up, pulling her along.

Sansa perked up. “Yes Jon?” She let him guide her, Joffrey already forgotten. Jon stumbled just a bit. Something about that Yes Jon that excited him.

“Remember how you were curious about where Ghost is during the party?”

Sansa instantly smiled brightly. She loved Jon’s dog. “Yeah?”

And her smile must be contagious because Jon returned it tenfold. “You wanna go see him?”

Sansa gasped enthusiastically, “Oh my gods! Yes pleeeeease!”

Jon coughed. Something in his chest grumbled approvingly at her words. “Perfect,” his voice came out a little rougher than he intended. “He’s upstairs in my room.” And suddenly he was no longer leading Sansa, she was leading him. Tugging Jon along, she ran through the crowd of partiers to make her way towards the stairs when suddenly she stopped. Jon, not expecting the abrupt interruption in their journey, collided into her.

“Oooof! Sorry, Sansa, you okay?”

She didn’t even notice, too busy looking around the room. “Isn’t it so pretty?”

Jon laughed quietly at how she was admiring some fancy color-changing LED lights and, in his opinion, a rather tacky disco ball. Sure, the luminescence of the atmosphere was pretty cool, but it didn’t compare to one admiring it. What was in that drink Theon? “It’s gorgeous. Come on pretty girl, Ghost is waiting.” At the mention of the dog, Sansa squealed and grabbed Jon again, dragging him along.

When they opened the door to his room, she rushed over and started giving Ghost all the love. He was the best boy that ever was and deserved so many pets.

Jon closed the door and with the loud music now a muffled noise, he could properly appreciate her company. And he couldn’t help but admire her affections for his dog. When he sat on the edge of his bed, she looked up at him.

“Jon, are you uncomfortable when I’m around?” That caught him off guard.

“What? No, not at all. Where is this coming from?”

Sansa bit her lip. “Well, I can’t help but remember the last time Theon plied me with alcohol.”

Jon turned his attention to Ghost instead and swallowed. “And?”

“And you sort of ignored me for a week. Sometimes I think we’re okay, but then you pull back again. And I’m not stupid. It always happens when I try flirting with you.”

Jon did a double take. “I’m sorry, you flirt with me?”

Sansa grimaced. “Oh god, was I not? Dammit Arya was right.” She started mumbling to herself as Jon watched, shocked at this new information. “Am I really just too nice to everyone? Is that why my flirting game is so off? My god is that why Arya thought I was flirting with the mailman when I told him it was so good to see him? Fucking hell.”

At the mention of Sansa flirting with someone who was not him, he snapped back to attention. “Wait wait wait. Sansa, you like me? Like… like me, like me?” Jon, channeling his inner Cheshire, slowly began to grin very, very widely.

“Aw you’re making fun, I don’t want to look at you anymore.” She turned her back to him, sticking her face in Ghost’s soft fur. Jon laughed at the woman with her face buried in his dog’s fur. But oh no, Jon couldn’t let that happen, no sir. He slid off the bed and joined her on the floor with Ghost. Gently pulling her and making her face him, Jon stared into those vibrant blue eyes of hers. They were as blue as Theon’s drink. At the memory of Theon’s drink, which had delightfully led to this conversation, Jon chuckled.

“Sansa, I’m going to need you to remember this conversation tomorrow morning, alright?”

“Of course I’ll remember!” She squinted her eyes at Jon. “Why do I need to remember?”

“Because I like you too and you’re drunk.”

“Oh!” Sansa nodded. Jon made perfect sense. She is drunk and he does like her. With that confirmation, she went back to petting Ghost. And Jon went back to watching her fondly.

Eventually, she drifted off to sleep, trapping Ghost in her arms. Jon’s eyes darted back and forth from her to his bed, debating. Nope, Jon had some decency left in him. He lifted her up and took her to Robb’s room. His friend can sleep on the couch for a night.

As he was tucking her in, Sansa grabbed at his arms. “Hey Jon?”

“Yeah?”

“Did I ever tell you? When I was dating Joffrey back in high school, it always felt like the light was drained out of me. It was kinda awful.” Jon furrowed his brows. He knew Joffrey Baratheon was an ass, but never knew to what extent. Before he could say anything though, Sansa continued. “But when I got to really know you and when we kissed a few years ago, it was like everything got inexplicably brighter. My life suddenly went from black and white to technicolor and I've never wanted to look back.”

Jon couldn’t stop smiling. “Alright pretty girl, it’s time for bed.”

She smiled mischievously at him. “You could always join me.”

Suddenly they heard a gagging noise coming from the inside room with them. Arya popped up from the floor on the other side of the bed. She pointed a bottle at them and glared. “I swear to all that is holy and good, if you join her Jon, I will vomit. And I’m not even drunk!”

Jon laughed as he backed up towards the door. “No worries, Underfoot, I’m going.” With one final wave at a giggling Sansa, he went out and closed the door behind him. Jon prayed to the gods that Sansa would remember tomorrow morning.

Tomorrow Morning

Sansa opened the door and peeked through to see a snoring Jon. She went in and shut the door behind her. After some light contemplation, she thought ah fuck it and launched herself on his unsuspecting body.

“Oh my god!”

“Good morning Jon!” she said sweetly to him.

“Hi?” Bleary eyed Jon was not a morning person.

“Hey Jon. I remember.”

His eyes snapped open. Suddenly Jon, and all parts of Jon really, became a morning person.

Arya heard giggling come from Jon’s room while coming back from the bathroom and scoffed. “Filthy animals.”

#actuallyjonsa #jonsa fic #jonsaff #jonsa halloween #jonsa #jonsaaaaaa #my writing #excuse the silly edit lmao

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that-winged-rat · 4 years

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Compromised

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Summary: While under the mind control of the British Men of Letters, you are sent to kill Sam and Dean Winchester.

Pairing: Winchester x platonic!reader

Characters: Y/N Y/L/N, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Mary Winchester, Arthur Ketch, Mick Davies,

Warnings: Angst, language, mentions/descriptions of violence, implications of torture and death, self harm(?).

Word Count:

A/N: Wowzah! Two in one night. Okay, I don’t even know how long this has been in my fucking drafts. It was collecting cobwebs and I finally decided to finish it. This doesn’t really follow the story in any particular way, I just wrote it because why not. Feel free to send in requests. Feedback is always encouraged and welcomed. Enjoy! :)

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“Kill Sam and Dean Winchester.”

The words echoed through your head as you stalked through the woods, pistol in hand. You tried to fight against the urge... or whatever it was. You tried to take back your mind. You knew you weren’t strong enough, but that didn’t stop you from trying.

You heard the snap of a twig to your right, you whipped your head in that direction and followed the noise, weaving through the trees with carefully placed footsteps.

When you reached the source of the noise, you found nothing. No Sam. No Dean. That is until you heard the rustle of leaves coming from behind you. You turned around to find the infamous Winchesters standing next to each other, each holding a gun. Without hesitation, you pulled yours out as well, aiming it at the boys.

“Whoa, hey, stop. Y/N, stop. You can fight this,” Sam said, busting out the puppy-dog eyes. His face was soft and pleading, whereas Dean’s was hard and emotionless.

You said nothing as you kept your gun drawn and your eyes dark, showing no traces of familiarity.

“Y/N, please, we don’t want to hurt you,” Sam continued, taking a wary step towards you, only making you tighten the grip on the gun and switch off the safety. Sam took a step back and put his hands up in surrender, his gun pointing to the sky, showing that he wasn’t there to hurt you. “Okay, okay.”

You eyed Dean suspiciously, wondering why he wasn’t saying anything, which was out of character for him.

“I know that you’re in there somewhere. You have to remember. This isn’t you. It’s the Men of Letters, not you. You need to snap out of it,” Sam stalled, Dean still keeping quiet.

You pursed your lips, shifted your grip on the pistol and lined up your shot. Sam and Dean saw what you were planning as well and both jumped behind a tree each. But not before you managed to graze Dean’s shoulder with a bullet.

“Y/N, stop!” Sam shouted. “You can fight this—you need to!”

“Damnit, Cas, hurry up,” Dean muttered, but was loud enough for you to hear. So that’s why he was quiet; he was calling in the cavalry.

A few seconds later, you heard a flap of wings from behind. You turned around, even though you already knew who it was. And the next thing you knew was darkness washing over you.

---

“Anything?” Dean asked Cas once they had gotten you tied down in the Bunker’s dungeon.

Cas opened his eyes and removed his fingers from your forehead. “Whatever it is, I can’t do anything about it,” he said solemnly.

“Well, Sam’s talking with Mick, maybe he knows something,” Sam said.

Just then, you started to stir, alerting both boys of your consciousness. You tugged your hands against the chains, studying them, before looking up to Dean and Cas.

“Dean?” You asked, sounding scared, which surprised both of them. “Dean, what’s going on?” You wriggled in the cuffs again.

He looked to Cas, who was just as confused as him. “Y/N? Is that you?” Cas asked.

“Yes, it’s me! Now what the hell is going on?”

They both ignored you as Dean turned to Cas. “Is there any way of telling if it’s really her?” He asked quietly.

“I don’t think so.”

“Hey, guys. Seriously, you wanna tell me why I’m cuffed to a chair in the dungeon?” You asked, getting impatient.

“You don’t remember anything?” You raised your eyebrows and shook your head. “Okay, erm... well, you got brainwashed by the British Men of Letters.”

“What?” You said, barely above a whisper.

Dean was about to say something when he was interrupted by his phone ringing. He took it out of his pocket to see it was Sam. He was quiet for a moment before turning to look at Cas. “Alright, I’m pretty sure it’s her, you can let her out. I gotta take this.”

He stepped out of the room and Cas unlocked the cuffs holding you to the metal chair. You rubbed your wrists as you stood up. “Thanks.” He nodded in confirmation. “So, what did I do?”

“What do you mean?” He asked, tilting his head.

“Well, I’m assuming that those assholes didn’t control my mind for the kicks... So, what did I do?”

He looked down at the ground, not sure whether to tell you or not. But you would find out anyway. “I don’t know everything that you did, but you killed multiple hunters.”

You nodded slowly and turned to face one of the walls, and to Castiel, you were just fiddling with your hands. But in reality, you were drawing blood from your palm with your nails.

“Y/N, you had no control over what happened. That wasn’t you,” he reassured you.

“I know,” you said, a smirk creeping onto your face. “I would say I’m sorry, but... I wasn’t raised a liar.” Before Cas could say anything else, you slammed your hand against the sigil you painted with your blood, and he disappeared.

“Where’s Cas?” Dean asked when he walked in, more wary than before.

You shrugged your shoulders. “Dunno, he said he’d be back soon,” you lied.

He nodded his head once. “Well, Sam just called.”

You hid your hand behind your back and stood in front of the sigil as he walked closer to you. “Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah,” he started. “He was talking to Mick, and apparently... there’s no way to reverse the mind control.”

“What so... Are seriously trusting Mick Davies over me? Dean, you’ve known me for years!”

He looked down at the ground. “Show me your hands,” he said after a beat of silence.

“Why?”

“Just show me your hands. It’s not that hard,” he said. You sighed and pulled our hands, revealing blood dripping down your left hand. He scoffed and nodded his head, disappointed. “So, what now, you gonna kill me?”

“Nah. I got new orders to bring in you and the bro,” you said, tilting your head back slightly.

“Well you can try.” He turned around, giving you an opening.

You drew your fist back, ready to give him a blow to the head. But he was expecting it. He turned around just in time, blocking your fist and pushing you back, giving him enough time to shut the makeshift shelf, and locking you in the dungeon.

---

“Well? Where is she?” Sam asked Dean as he walked down the stairs of the bunker. Dean was sat at the map table, feet up and nursing a whiskey.

“Locked in the dungeon.” Sam nodded and joined his brother at the table.

“Any word from Cas?”

“Uh, yeah. He’s on his way back here,” Dean said, taking another sip from his glass.

“So, uh, Mick said that we can get her back,” Sam said, prompting Dean to look up. “He’s getting this machine that can get in her head. One of us goes in and... I dunno, wakes her up or something? He should be here soon.”

“Great. Sooner we get this done, the better,” Dean said.

Not long after that, Cas came through the front door. “Well, where is she?” he asked.

“Huh, it’s like there’s a delayed echo in here,” Dean remarked, looking around the room as if searching for the echo.

“Uh, dungeon,” Sam answered, ignoring his brother. Cas nodded.

“What did Mick say?” He asked.

“He’s on his way here with some Men of Letters machine. Said we could get inside her head and bring her back out from there.”

“And this will work?” Castiel asked.

“He said it should,” Sam replied. Twenty-minutes later, and Mick had arrived, dragging a large suitcase behind him.

“Alright, chaps?” Mick greeted, walking down the steps, now carrying the suitcase. “So, where is she?”

Dean sighed. “Jesus Christ, I’m gonna go sleep to seeing hearing people say that,” he muttered to himself. “She’s in the dungeon.”

“Is that the machine?” Cas asked, nodding to the suitcase.

“Why, Castiel, you sound disappointed,” Mick said, a smirk playing on his face. “I had to cash in a huge favour for this. So you better convince her to come back to the light side.”

“Wait, we have to convince her?” Sam asked.

“Well, yeah. What’d you expect?”

Dean sighed. “Alright, what do we do?” he asked.

“We hook her up to this bad boy,” Mick said, slapping the suitcase, “and then hook one of you up to it as well. They talk to her and hopefully she wakes up herself and not some mindless monkey.”

“Oh, is that all?” Dean asked sarcastically. Mick gave him a look. “Okay, then, let’s do this.”

The other men agreed, before Cas headed to the dungeon, followed by Dean. He pulled back the shelf, expecting a fight, but instead saw you sitting against the wall—the skin on your knuckles split and bleeding along with your fingernails, your left arm cradling your right.

“What the hell happened?” Dean asked, stepping forward into the room. You didn’t reply, just moved your eyes to look up at him. “Fine, keep your secrets.”

Castiel took cautious steps forward until he was at your side, you watching him the whole time. He put two fingers on your forehead, and you were out like a lamp.

“That should give us enough time,” Cas said, before he scooped you up in his arms and carrying you through to the library.

They tied you down to a seat (can’t be too careful), and hooked you up to the wires of the machine. Dean pulled a seat out and sat it in front of you, since he volunteered to talk to you.

“I have a sedative for you,” Mick said. Dean gave him a questioning look. “Well, you can’t expect us to wait around until you doze off.”

“Alright. Just do it,�� Dean said. Mick started to fiddle with the machine, lights flickering on. Then, he gave Dean the sedative, and within less than a minute, both you and Dean were unconscious in the library.

---

The first thing Dean noticed was the sound of wind chimes clanging together. He looked around and noticed that he was in someone’s garden, and he wasn’t alone. You were there, a younger version of you, being chased a little girl, laughter erupting from the both of you.

“Y/N?” Dean called out. But you didn’t respond. Instead, you slowed your running, giving the little girl a chance to catch you, and she did. She wrapped her arms around your legs and you toppled to the ground in a fit of laughter.

He walked towards you with a frown, not used to seeing you this happy. You looked around sixteen, meaning that this was before your hunting days. You never told him or Sam what happened to get you into hunting, but he’s guessing it has something to do with that little girl.

“Y/N! Maddie! Dinner!” Someone shouted from inside the house that stood behind Dean. He spun around to see a man leaning out of the back door. Then you and, who he could only presume to be Maddie, ran past him.

“Y/N!” Dean called again as you raced past, hoping to catch your attention. But again, just like last time, you completely ignored him. Giving up on calling your name, he decided on following you instead.

He watched as you and six other people sat around a large table, covered in buffet food. If there wasn’t a sense of urgency, then he would’ve been tempted to try and join in. There was a bit of everything; wraps, chicken, sausage rolls, vegetables, fruit, and about seven different types of cheese.

“Y/N.” Still nothing. “You gotta listen to me. You gotta break out of whatever this is. It’s not real,” he said with pleading eyes. But you kept your attention to the family surrounding you. “This world is in your head. Y/N, we need you. Your friends—your family—are fighting right now for you to wake up.”

Hope flickered in his chest when you froze for a moment, your food stopping just before your mouth.

“Are you alright, sweetie?” A woman from the table asked, pulling you from your stupor.

You cleared your throat. “Yeah, I’m fine, just... nothing. I’m–I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not,” Dean said, determined to save you. “You’re trapped in here while some snobby assholes control your body, making you someone you’re not, making you hurt your friends. And I’ve known you for long enough to know that if you had any idea on what was happening in the real world, you would be pissed and fighting back. You would fight, until every single one of them payed. Because they hurt the people you care about. So I need you to wake up, and you can do that with us by your side.”

You pulled your mouth into a tight smile, placing your cutlery down on your plate. “I’ll, uh, I’ll be back in a minute,” you said to the people at the table before standing up and walking away, Dean close on your tale. He followed you up some stairs and into what he guessed was your bedroom.

“I know you can hear me. Well, I don’t actually know, but I’m guessing,” he said, muttering the last bit under his breath. He was silent for a minute, thinking of something else to say. “You have been through so much, and you always manage to make it out on top. You have been, kidnapped, tortured, killed. Don’t let this be how your story ends. You are strong, Y/N. You can fight this.”

At this point, you had stopped with whatever you were doing, so you just stood there, staring at the floor. Dean took a step towards you, coming to your view, noticing the tears pooling in your eyelids.

“Just, please... wake up.”

---

“Should it take this long?” Sam asked as he paced the length of one of the library tables, shifting his eyes between you and his brother.

“Be patient,” Mick replied from the seat he was sitting in. “Wherever Y/N is, she’s probably happy—it’s not gonna be easy for Dean to convince her to come back to the real world.”

As if on cue, Dean’s eyes fluttered open, shortly followed by yours. None of the men realised the two of you were awake until you sucked in a deep gulp of air.

Castiel and Mick shot up from their seats and joined Sam—who was already standing—in staring suspiciously at you, wondering if you still wanted to kill them.

“Dean?” Sam spoke up.

“I think it’s her,” Dean answered, some how knowing what Sam was asking. He stood up on shaky legs, stabilising himself on the table, and made his way to you. You weren’t fully awake yet, your eyes fighting to stay open, your head struggling to stay up, and your mouth slack. He rested his hand on your shoulder and you grimaced, reminding Dean that it was the one you were cradling earlier.

“Y/N?” Sam asked, taking a step towards you. “Is that you?”

You gasped again, slowly coming to. You pulled your hands against the tape that held you to the wooden chair before you looked up to the four men in front of you, dazed and confused.

“Y/N?” Dean repeated, placing his hand on your good shoulder. You fixed your gaze on him.

“Wh—Maddie... Where’s...” You trailed off, a sudden sense of urgency in your voice. Dean looked at you through sad eyes.

“Y/N... that wasn’t real,” he said carefully. “You were living in a memory. I’m sorry, it wasn’t real.”

You looked down to the ground, searching for something you would never find. Dean called Sam over with a nod of his head and the two of them started to unbind your hands and ankles. You pressed your palm against your shoulder, still sitting in the chair.

“Here. Let me,” Dean said, gesturing for you to stand up. You shot him a confused look. “I think you dislocated it ramming into the dungeon shelves.”

You raised your eyebrows in shock and did as he said, standing up and letting him get your arm into the correct position gently. “Alright, I’m gonna count to three. Okay?” You nodded. “1...” He didn’t even get to two before he popped your shoulder back in and you yelped in surprise and pain.

You gave Mick a wary look while massaging your shoulder, noticing him for the first time, before returning your attention to Sam and Dean. “What happened?”

Nobody said anything for a while before Cas spoke up. “You were under the control of the British Men of Letters.”

Your jaw twitched, bloody knuckles clenching and your eyes closing, memories flashing before your eyelids; coming to the hard difficult decision of giving the British Men of Letters a chance, them luring you into a false sense of security before injecting you with something, forcing you to hurt and kill people you knew, people who trusted you. And last, trying to kill your best friends.

Before you knew it, tears were rolling down your face, being wiped away by the back of you palm before they got too far.

“Hey,” Sam started, placing a comforting hand on your arm, “none of this was your fault.”

You nodded faintly, even though everyone in the room could see right through. Because it was your fault. You said that you’d work with the Brits, you made the decision to trust them. It was your foolish choices. Not Sam’s. Not Dean’s. Yours. And now you had to live with that.

---

A soft knock pulled you from your thought. Startled, you look around your room for the noise, before realising that it came from your door. You cleared your throat before calling out, “Yeah?”

You smiled when you saw Sam’s sheepish grin through peak through the door. “Hey,” he greeted, opening the door wider so he could come in. He walked in and took a seat on the chair next to your bed. “How you doing?”

You rolled your eyes playfully. “Sam, I’m fine. Honestly.”

He nodded, he clearly wasn’t convinced, though. But he knew that you weren’t going to talk about it. “Do you mind if I ask you something?” You nodded. “Who’s Maddie?”

You looked down at your hands, a sad smile gracing your face. “She was my niece,” you started quietly. “I loved her with everything I had. But, uh, one night when I was about eighteen, my brother and his wife were out, so they asked me to babysit her. And I did.” You paused, running a hand through your hair. “Not long after I put her to bed, I heard a crash come from her room. I thought she got out of bed, or something, and I went to go and check on her, but there was a woman climbing in through her window. She was heading for Maddie so I tried to fight her, but she was so strong.”

Sam leaned forward in his seat, his hands clasped on his knees.

“She threw me against a wall, and everyone tried to tell me that I was seeing things, but I knew that I saw extra teeth come out from her gums. Next thing I know, I’m waking up in the hospital with a bandage on my neck... and Maddie’s gone. Nowhere to be found. Nobody believed me, they kept saying that it was the adrenaline. So, I left home, learned about what lurks in the dark and tracked down the nest that took Maddie. When I found them...” you trailed off, taking a minute to compose yourself. “They killed her almost immediately after they took her.”

A comfortable silence washed over the room. Tears made their way down your face, and this time, you made no effort to stop them. Sam stood up and sat down on the end of your bed, placing a hand on your knee.

“Y/N, what happened to Maddie... there wasn’t anything you could’ve—”

“No, Sam!” You cried out. “You don’t... If I had just made sure that the window was properly locked, then she’d still be here.”

“If you know vampires as well as I think you do, then you know that you couldn’t have done anything to stop it. Especially when you weren’t a hunter then.”

At this point, your face was soaked, but you still didn’t care. “Well, I should’ve fought harder! I should’ve protected her! She was my responsibility, Sam!”

Before you could say anything else, you were being engulfed in Sam’s arms, the warmth of the hug surrounding you. The two of you stayed like that for a while; you sobbing into his chest and him gently hushing you until you calmed down.

Sam knew that whatever he said about it not being your fault would just go in one ear and out the other. He knows what it’s like to blame himself for someone’s death, it was practically in the job title of ‘Hunter’. So, for now, he would just hold you, and make sure that you knew you weren’t alone. Sure, you already knew you weren’t, but he knew you needed a reminder of that, especially with recent events. And who were you to complain; you’d take one of Sam’s famous bear hugs any chance you got.

After a few minutes, Sam broke the silence. “Wanna watch a movie?”

You smirked, pulling away from the hug. “You ever seen Deadpool?”

Sam chuckled. “I haven’t. But, Dean keeps telling me to watch it.”

“Well—” you clapped your hands together once— “what’re we waiting for, Sammy Boy?”

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butmomilovejin · 3 years

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Day 1/365

Prompt: “Never heard of that being used as a murder weapon before.”

Genre: Angst, Mild crack

Summary: Jungkook had never felt fury like that; uncontrollable. You, having been his best friend for the best part of the last decade, meant so much to him and he couldn’t stand the thought of you being uncomfortable under the hands of some gross loner at a party. After he had taken his anger out on his target, he ends up at his boyfriend’s front door

Warnings: Mentions of sexual harassment, Violence, Yoongi tries to make light of a bad situation?

WC: 1.4k

It was 2 in the morning and Jungkook was not where he should be, in bed, asleep. No. He was walking the streets of Seoul, pace rapid, as his legs carry him without him knowing, to Yoongi’s front door.

He didn’t know what came over him. Earlier that evening, when you had told him about what that guy had done to you at a party the night before, touching you up as you wriggled to escape, you hadn’t expected him to explode like that, rushing out the door before you’d even finished your last sentence. Jungkook rang the doorbell for what felt like hours. No sign of movement in the house. Reaching into his pocket for his phone, he sees almost 100 missed calls from you over the past few hours. He continues to ignore them though as he unlocks the phone and goes straight to Yoongi’s contact. The phone rang... and rang... and rang... and Jungkook had begun searching through his messy pockets to try and find something to pick the lock with. But finally, just as it almost went to voicemail, a groggy sounding Yoongi muttered a confused ‘Hello?’ on the other end of the phone.

“Yoongi! How could you not hear the doorbell??”

“You’re at my house?” He was now gradually waking up due to the rushed tone of Jungkook’s voice.

“Yes, now please let me in my saliva is turning into ice out here.”

“Nice mental image thank you, but the door’s open just come in.”

“Oh, ok- wait you leave your door unlocked at night?”

“Locking doors is for the weak; now come inside before you get hypothermia.”

Jungkook tested the handle on the door and sure enough, it was open. He heads to the kitchen to grab a glass of water, listening to the soft movement of Yoongi’s footsteps he walks down the stairs, clad in his dressing gown and glasses, hair a mess, strands in every direction, not that Jungkook’s was any better.

Yoongi sits at a stool in the kitchen and looks at JK’s back as his hands grip the sink, white knuckles protruding, Yoongi seemingly not phased at all that his boyfriend was at his house at the witching hour, looking rather handsomely disheveled.

“Well, aren’t you gonna ask me why I’m here?” Jungkook asked, now facing Yoongi.

“No, I figured you’d tell me without prompting anyway.”

“You- Fair enough. Well where do I even START?”

“Why don’t we start with why you’re not at Y/N’s having your movie night, which by the way, still upset I didn’t get an invite.”

“It’s tradition between us! You can’t come it’s OUR time.”

“Kook... I’m joking,” Yoongi says as he guides the younger to the living room and sits him on a sofa across from himself, “What happened babe?”

The pet name causes Jungkook to look up lovingly to Yoongi.

“Well, ok, so I was with her and she seemed a bit- I don’t know. She seemed kind of off-ish, I knew something was up when she didn’t even suggest Cat in the Hat for our movie.”

Yoongi nods along but he doesn’t know you nearly as well as Jungkook and has no idea how that would give the impression there was something wrong. Regardless, he acts like he understands as Jungkook continues on.

“I asked her what was up and she was very reluctant to tell me but eventually she gave in. She was harassed last night at that party we were meant to go to. I wish we never ate that week old pie, we would’ve been there if we weren’t spewing everywhere”

“Harassed?” Yoongi asked, trying to the pinpoint the important parts in between Jungkook’s rambled monologue.

“The guy was touching her up even when she was trying to get back to her friends. She said she was fine about it last night, because she was so drunk, it barely registered in her brain, but she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it all day today.”

“Well, technically yesterday, its 2am.”

“Dude... shut the fuck up.”

“Did you just friend zone me, we’ve been together for 2 years bro.”

“I love you bro.”

“I love you too bro, anyway please continue.”

“Oh yeah, so I basically stormed out, started running before I even knew who it was, realised I didn’t know who I was after, went to her friends Instagram and saw him and Y/N in the back of the picture, figured out who he was, turns out I went to school with the prick, found his Insta and, through that, found he still lived with his parents, knocked on the door, his dad opened the door, I politely asked for his son-” He took a deep breath before continuing, “He called him down, I grabbed his collar and dragged him outside and ruffled him up a bit, a lot actually, but then his dad came out with a whole ass bat and I grabbed the banana in my pocket I was saving for movie snacks and smacked him in the head with it before he could get me with the bat then he fell down and I ran away, oh my god have I killed an innocent old man?”

“Uhhhhhh,” Yoongi is unsure of what to say as Jungkook was now pacing around his living room, “Never heard of that being used as a murder weapon before.”

Jungkook gave him a death stare.

“Whew, if looks could kill. Listen Kook, you did the right thing, it was a BANANA, as strong as you think you are Mr Gym Lad, you’re not strong enough to kill a man with just a banana. What about Y/N though? You didn’t even say anything before you left?”

Jungkook had calmed down a tad now and was perched back on the sofa. He shook his head to the question, suddenly feeling bad that you were probably at home worrying when, most likely, you had just wanted comfort from him about the situation.

“Call her Kookie. Lets get in my car, you call her, and I’ll drive to her place.”

Jungkook agreed instantly, Yoongi was always good at grounding him.

They did as they said and Jungkook held his phone to his ear as it rang, after some further persuasion from Yoongi, as the car rolled through the harsh lights of the street lamps, roads completely bare of any sign of life. Contrasting the call to his boyfriend, the phone hadn’t even rang once before your voice was on the other end.

“KOOK WHAT THE FU-”

“Hey...” He says quietly, a bit embarrassed of the drama he had caused.

“What did you do?” You said, relieved that you could hear his voice.

“Me and Yoongi are on our way over, I’m like 5 minutes away, we’ll talk about it then.”

You sigh, “Ok Kookie, you want hot chocolate?”

He smiles slightly for the first time since stepping foot in your apartment earlier that night. “Do you even have to ask?”

“I’m making one for Yoongi too, does he want cream and marshmallows?”

“You want cream and marshmallows on your hot chocolate babe?” Jungkook holds the phone away from him as he directs the question to Yoongi, putting you on loud speaker.

“Obviously.”

“Ok, see you soon.” You respond before hanging up.

They buzz your apartment and you let them in instantly. The minute the door opens, you run to Jungkook, hooking your legs around him as you hug him closely. You had been worried all night he might have done something stupid on your behalf and gotten himself hurt or, more drastically, imprisoned.

He chuckles lowly as he sets you down. You walk to the kitchen and like little ducklings, they follow.

You hand out the hot chocolate and sit at the dining table, waiting for Jungkook to explain. Both you and Yoongi look at him expectedly and he finally begins his explanation, fortunately much calmer than the first time he had recited his story to Yoongi.

When he was finished, you go to wrap your arms around his neck, “Thank you,” you murmur into his hair as he keens to your hug, “But next time you wanna start chaos, take me with you.” You unwrap your arms to give him a hard flick on the back of the head, causing Yoongi to snigger and Jungkook to sheepishly rub the back of his head.

“Now, I know its late, but can we watch The Cat in the Hat?”

The boys share a look before agreeing and curling up with you on the sofa.

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AN- Ok! This is my first work of this year! I want to do one every day this year, it won’t always be possible but I will try my best! Yoongi could be seen as a bit insensitive in this one but I wanted to portray the dynamic his and Jungkook’s relationship has. If you enjoyed please leave me some feedback to help me improve and motivate me, like and reblog!

#bts #bts fic #bts angst #jungkook #yoongi #suga #bts fluff

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pinnithin-writes · 3 years

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Good Jokes

Chapter 18

Benrey reappeared with a vengeance to play hardball with Gordon’s head.

Tommy could do little to buffer it. As soon as they set foot in the Lambda Complex, he was gripped by a sense of vertigo that nearly knocked him flat.

This sucked. God, this sucked. He could feel the rift in space like a tear in his gut, and it only grew worse the farther into the sector they went. Staggering along with the group took all he had, lacerated as his nerves were by the rending of time, and Benrey took full advantage of his weakness to find new and creative ways to make Gordon suffer.

The entity very carefully skirted around the man’s modified arm, having received a taste of the beating it could give and preferring not to subject himself to it further. The damage he dealt was more psychological in nature, and he seesawed wildly between making ominous threats and firing off nonsensical bullshit. Gordon held onto his resolve as best as he could, gritting those pretty teeth of his and brushing the entity off as he and the team waded through waves of aliens.

Some of his resiliency slipped when they encountered the first helpful soul they’d seen in hours and Benrey promptly shot him. This nameless person had stayed behind for them, surviving unimaginable horrors alone at his post by the door, an admirable bravery for the sake of such a slim hope. Benrey put a bullet in his skull with a bored look on his face and stepped neatly over him while he bled out.

Pointless. Death for death’s sake, purely for the sick satisfaction of watching Gordon’s expression crumple as he passed the fresh corpse on the ground.

“I’m sorry, man,” Tommy heard him murmur, his words brittle and shaky. “I’m fuckin’ sorry.”

His heart broke for him.

The best he could offer in comfort were fleeting touches here and there, halfhearted jokes that landed flat, his words dropping limply to the floor as soon as they left his mouth. He could barely put one foot in front of the other, much less keep the mood light as time knotted a noose around his neck. Whatever was at the heart of the Lambda Complex, it undeniably wanted them dead.

Everyone except Benrey. He was beginning to hum with a vitality Tommy rarely picked up on, taking bullets as an afterthought and grinning like a maniac while the laws of physics loosened around them. The extraterrestrials continued to pay the entity no mind, but the portals they opened into Black Mesa hit Tommy with the force of gunshots, and he suddenly knew what it felt like to be helpless. He stuck behind the others for protection as the interdimensional nausea rendered him all but useless. The pressure built behind his head like a hungry thundercloud.

This sucked.

Tommy felt too shitty to be relieved when they reached the sector they were looking for. A huddle of nervous scientists greeted the team when they arrived, and they hurriedly gathered around Gordon, because Gordon was the leader, Gordon was the one with the suit, Gordon was the messiah that would deliver them from this hell. What a burden to place on someone who just wanted to go home - who probably no longer possessed a home to return to.

He didn’t have the necessary energy to pay attention to the exchange, so he trusted Gordon to handle it as he sat wearily against the wall. Tommy rested his head in his hands and ran them obsessively through his hair, as if he could make the awful boiling in his stomach go away if he fingercombed hard enough. Dimly, he registered discussions of teleportation and a planet called Xen, a term he recalled vaguely but certainly never possessed the security clearance to know much more beyond that.

Off to the side, Benrey had a scientist cornered and was grilling him about PlayStation Plus, which seemed like a suspiciously benign conversation topic considering the gravity of the situation they were in. The entity caught Tommy’s eyes from where he stood and showed his teeth in a cheeky grin, causing the scientist he was speaking with to take a nervous step backward. Tommy returned his head to his hands, too overwhelmed to bother.

Once Gordon was given the appropriate run down, the science team reassembled to keep moving. Their destination: a rift in the very fabric of space. This should be fun, Tommy thought grimly as they headed down the hall.

All at once, the pressure bearing down on him lifted and he could breathe again as a presence entered the complex. A familiar wave of energy rippled outward and everything stood still, freezing Tommy in place along with the other members of the group, save for Gordon. Tommy would let out a sigh of relief if he could make any sound. His father had arrived.

Up ahead, Gordon stopped in his tracks as he registered the change in the air. “Oh, no, not this again,” he breathed. He cast a narrowed glance to the entryway in front of him. “Come on - come out,” he said, waving his left hand in a beckoning gesture. “Come out, man.”

Tommy’s father stalked coolly into the hall with them, looking pin-sharp as always. The barest ghost of a smile touched his lips as he surveyed the group before landing his nebulous gaze on Gordon.

The man huffed out a sigh. “What do you - what now?”

“Doctor Freeman,” his father began, “it’s so good to see you in such… good spirits.”

‘Good spirits’ was a stretch, Tommy guessed, considering Gordon had been on the receiving end of Benrey’s psychological warfare for the past several hours. He tried desperately to make eye contact with his father, but the man in the suit was lasered in on Gordon. His chosen one.

He went on. “You are nearing the end of your journey, my friend, and I thought it would be only fitting to-”

His sentence crumbled in the middle as Benrey stepped casually out of his place in time. The entity cut his cat’s eyes over to Tommy while he passed his frozen form, grinning a smug grin and joining the two bewildered men at the head of the hallway.

Tommy’s nerves raced with alarm. Benrey wasn’t able to do this last time. Breaking free of his father’s influence was something that was beyond even Tommy’s power, and the fact that Benrey had shaken off the shackles of time with merely a shrug did not bode well for them. He held his breath and watched.

Gordon was equally disbelieving, eyebrows drawn behind the frames of his glasses. “What?”

Benrey ignored him and stared straight at Tommy’s father. “D’you have - you have credentials?” he asked.

The swirling galaxies that made up his father’s eyes flicked to the entity, a gaze so piercing it would make any mortal man balk. He knew who Benrey was - had heard enough stories about him to place his name and face - but had never been formally acquainted. Benrey held his stare defiantly.

In that hall in Black Mesa, a god actually faltered. “Uh - I-”

Tommy had never seen his father fidget before. The sight of Benrey causing his father to scramble for words made his skin crawl.

“They’re in my… other coat.” he finally said. “I - if you wouldn’t mind, I’m trying to um, talk to Mister Freeman over here.”

Enjoying the man’s discomfort, Benrey pressed further. “It’s okay, I wanna see them, though? Do you have PlayStation Plus - uh, voucher?”

“Oh my god,” Gordon murmured.

“I don’t know... what - um…” Tommy’s father paused, forehead furrowed into contemplative lines. “Hm.”

“I just - I’m waiting, I wanna - I wanna get another month, but I want, like, a free trial?”

Gordon wheezed with incredulous laughter under his breath.

Tommy’s father tried once again to ignore the entity. “Right, um. Doctor Freeman, if you wouldn’t mind. You have to bear in mind, now, the next leg of your journey is going to be the-”

“Where are we?” Benrey cut him off suddenly.

Tommy, motionless, could only watch as his father snapped his mouth shut in shock. An achingly long stretch of silence followed, and Tommy wondered if his father was contemplating destroying the entity then and there. Benrey had an innocent look plastered on his face, expectantly awaiting an answer.

“What is happening?” Gordon asked, darting his eyes between the two.

The god among them finally waved a dismissive hand and turned his back on the group. “Y- You’ll You - You’ll f - figure it out,” he said. “You’ll figure it out.”

As the space around them began to shimmer and warp, Tommy’s stomach dropped with realization. His father was leaving them to deal with this on their own, all because some churlish creature had caused him to misstep? Anger and disappointment warred inside him, but both feelings were quickly overpowered by nausea as the pressure of space tearing apart gripped him once more.

His father hadn’t even looked at him.

“Bro, add me - what’s your tag on PSN?” Benrey called, but the man in the suit was already gone.

Time began wheeling again and the team shook out of their stupor.

“Yo what the fuck,” Benrey sighed. “I just wanna play games with people, man.”

Bubby, who apparently hadn’t witnessed anything from the past few minutes, shouldered past the entity toward the next room. “Um… me too, I guess?” he commented.

Gordon gave a sharp shake of his head, freeing a few stray curls into his face. “Can I confide in you guys about what just happened?” he asked. “You’re never going to believe me.”

Racked by vertigo and the crushing reality of being left to his fate by his own father, Tommy barely paid attention to the conversation. No, Gordon was not going crazy, and yes, the previous maddening exchange had actually happened, but whatever was beyond the threshold of that door was hammering into Tommy’s skull with a painful, distracting insistence. His head might split open if they stood out here deliberating much longer. He pinned Gordon with a troubled look through slitted eyes.

Gordon got the message, nodding back at Tommy with a grimace. “Let’s go to the alien homeworld,” he said with finality, “and kill a space god or something.”

In the chamber beyond, the Dimensional Portal Device looked a lot like the machine that started this whole disaster, and Tommy could tell right away it was the source of his torment. Colossal metal claws thrust up from the subsurface of the chamber, looming over a cylindrical conduit in the center. Tommy trailed behind Gordon blindly, fighting down the nausea and the memories as Gordon called to the attendant to turn it on.

The room rumbled with the force of the machine groaning to life, and as Tommy flinched away, he caught a wide, placid smile unfurling across Benrey’s face. The entity’s expression was an eerie calm, relaxed and expectant as his skin was bathed in the blue glow of the device powering on.

He looked like he was awaiting a homecoming.

As Tommy realized this, a tremendous shockwave overhead sparked and spat, and an alien ripped into their dimension. Coomer and Bubby, already alert to danger, pelted the creature with artillery as it swung around the chamber. Gordon grabbed Tommy by the sleeve of his lab coat and dragged him out of the line of fire. A jarring vibration hummed deep in Tommy’s chest, but he suspected that had more to do with the machine that was rapidly expanding with power than Gordon’s concern for his life.

Benrey continued to move through the chamber with a dreamlike bliss, and it was an unsettling contrast to the gunfire and the flailing monster and the great, shuddering drone from the portal. Tommy nearly blacked out from the rift in space that appeared at the device’s epicenter, a debilitating punch to his solar plexus. Gordon kept him standing with a strong hand under his elbow, his free arm raised to fire at the flood of aliens that began rolling into the chamber.

“We’ve gotta go!” he roared to be heard over the din.

Bubby’s mouth was a grim line, taking shots at the creatures like they were clay birds. “You’re wearing the suit,” he called back, “you go!”

“It’s ready? Okay!”

Gordon passed Tommy to Dr. Coomer as gently as he could with the world ripping apart around him. Tommy sagged against the old boxer’s steely shoulder, watching Gordon as he strode toward the platform. Extraterrestrials and bullets screamed around them and the machine began to buckle under the weight of its own creation. In Tommy’s periphery, Benrey was smiling.

“I’m going for it!” Gordon called over his shoulder.

He charged in with the boldness of a supernova, and Tommy didn’t think he would ever be that brave in his life.

The portal flashed outward and the world went white.

Chapter 17 <-----> Chapter 19

#ink #fanfiction #good jokes #part of my endeavor to relocate all my ao3 work #guns #violence #hlvrai

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adolanables · 4 years

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Flame - Part 12

Masterlist

It was barely past 9 o’clock and you were completely off your ass drunk. Clay had taken you and his friends to the opening of a bourbon bar downtown. Being the quarterback of the college football team meant he got invited to nearly everything, so when he asked if he could bring a few friends, they immediately said yes. Your poor little body was so used to drinking the cheapest liquor on the market, it didn’t know what to do when you were sipping on a $80 bourbon on the rocks. Maybe four glasses in and you were nearly falling off your bar stool.

Clay had gotten distracted by the beautiful bartender and honestly you were grateful. You had called him to be a distraction, but when he picked you up you realized you didn’t want a distraction - you wanted Grayson. So, the moment you got into the bar, you downed your drinks - knowing you’d be heading to meet Bridget and Kyle soon.

“Yo, Dolan - you gotta see this.” Ethan’s conversation with a nameless girl ended abruptly as an older fraternity member named Justin tapped him on the shoulder. He had an amused glint in his eye letting Ethan know there surely was something funny going on.

When he pushed his way through the crowded living room, the last thing he expected to see was you standing on the pool table downing a bottle of vodka you surely did not bring. Justin stood next to Ethan, completely unaware of who this girl was to him. He tapped the younger boy on the shoulder again, “How much you wanna bet we can get her to show her tits?”

“Bro.” Ethan snarled, smacking his friend in the chest aggressively. “Not cool, dude - she’s clearly out of it.” He glanced around the room in a panic, when his eyes connected to Bridget’s he felt a sense of relief was over him. Two steps towards her and she was tugging on his arm rapidly.

“Ethan, get her down!” Bridget wailed, clearly very intoxicated herself. Ethan groaned internally, realizing she wouldn’t be much of a help.

“She hates me, Bridget!” Ethan groaned, glancing up at you stumble on the table and giggle. Completely unaware of anyone around you. “She’s gonna fall.”

“G-et her!” Bridget hiccuped, punching Ethan in the shoulder again.

Rolling his eyes, Ethan reached towards your legs on the pool table, eliciting a yelp from your mouth. As you realized who was pulling you off the table you flailed your arms, trying everything you could to get away from him. “Let - me - down!”

As he steadied you on your feet, he let out a breath through his nostrils. He couldn’t understand how you could be nearly blacked out and still look like that. Clearly a sweaty, drunk mess, but god he wished he had made you his when he had the chance. “Logan you need to go home.”

“Don’t tell me wh-at - to do!” The fire in your voice made the entire room go silent, Ethan was hyper aware of everyone listening, but you certainly weren’t. “Go fuck your self!”

“Shit.” Justin breathed, honestly getting a little turned on at how pissed off you were. He went to take a step towards you, but Ethan held up his hand to stop him.

“Logan, please.” Hands held up in defense, Ethan begged you to be quiet. “Can we go outside?”

As badly as you wanted to say no, Bridget’s bright red face popped up behind Ethan - letting you know she was painfully embarrassed by you. A pang of guilt ran through you as you glanced around the room and saw literally every single person staring at you. Connecting your eyes back to Ethan’s, you nodded quickly, gripping his arm tightly as he pulled you outside. Never in a million years would you be clinging onto him like this, but it felt like your ankles were turning into jello and you were absolutely going to fall over without someone supporting you.

“I’m getting you a ride.” Ethan huffed, wrapping an arm around your waist as you collapsed into him - all the alcohol you had just chugged hitting you extra hard.

“No, no.” Pointing a finger his face. “Uber driver gonna kidnap me.”

Ethan shook his head at you as you rested your head on his upper arm, a small hum of an unknown song leaving your mouth. “Hey - yeah - uh… we’ve got a problem.” Ethan waited for his younger brother to respond, he was still trying to wake up as it was nearing midnight. “She’s falling over herself drunk - please? I cannot drive right now and I don’t feel comfortable putting her in an uber.”

“Eeeethan,” You pouted, stomping your feet. “I don’t wanna stand.”

“I’m literally holding you up.” He huffed, adjusting you further so most of your weight was on his side.

Seeing him and Grayson’s shared car pull up slowly was probably the best thing he had seen all week. Sure, he’d give anything to have you - but not like this. Grayson didn’t get out of the car, knowing Ethan was very capable of getting you into the front seat. To his surprise, it took Ethan quite a lot of effort to get your flailing limbs secured into the seat.

“I said - I don’t wanna!” You huffed, folding your arms as the older twin buckled you in. “He hates me, Efan!”

“Thanks, Gray.” He sighed, turning away to head back into the house.

You watched him walk away before feeling the vehicle beneath you start to move. Whipping your head around to look at the side of Grayson’s face made your stomach churn and you weren’t sure if it was the liquor or him.

He caught your eye out of the corner of his and let out a puff of air through his teeth. “Please don’t throw up.”

“Not gonna.” You shook your head, shutting your eyes tightly. “Just cry.”

“Log-” Grayson could barely get a word out before you started wailing, full-on, newborn sounding, wailing. Even drunk you knew how embarrassing this was, which only made you cry more. “Hey… hey please.” His voice was just barely above a whisper as he pulled into the parking lot, not sure how to help you.

“I love you.” You whimpered, shoving your face in your hands to surely smear your mascara all over your face. Making Grayson freeze in his movement - you had never said that to him before and hearing it while you were sobbing and drunk made him feel a million different ways. When he didn’t respond you felt like you were actually going to throw up so you shoved the door open and took off towards your dorm.

Expectedly, you didn’t make it very far. As soon as you stepped up onto the sidewalk, your ankle gave out, your knees connected with the concrete and so did the side of your face.

“Logan!” Grayson gasped, shutting the car door and jogging after you. The only thought going through his head was how much of a handful you were, but he couldn’t lie and say he didn’t love it. “Shit, you’re bleeding.”

“Ouch.” Rolling over onto your back on the cool pavement would usually have been the most shocking thing about this moment, but the large scrapes on your knees and the pavement burn on your forehead seemed to be taking the cake. “Fuck.”

“Baby…” Grayson’s facade of being hateful towards you faded for just a moment as he pulled you up into his arms. “It’s okay… it’s okay.” His lips pressed into your hair, legs carrying you all the way back to his room.

“She’s gonna be the death of me, E.” Grayson’s voice was barely a whisper, but you still heard him - the sunlight peeking through the windows had stirred you, but your eyes remained shut. “I can’t get enough - I know she hurt me and that she’s a lot to handle… but I can’t imagine wanting anything else.”

“She is quite a handful.” Ethan chuckled, running a hand through his hair as he glanced over at your sleeping body in Grayson’s bed. “I don’t know man… I think it’s just a shitty situation - I know she never would’ve slept with me if she’d known how you felt.” The older brother sighed as Grayson started fumbling around in his drawers for clean clothes. “She didn’t want to tell you and hurt you… but I don’t think she’d ever do something like that again. It’s pretty obvious how much she cares about you.” As much as Ethan hated the idea of not being able to have you, it was getting pretty hard pretending Grayson didn’t deserve you.

“I know.” Letting out a puff of air as he slipped a hoodie over his head, Grayson nodded.

A few minutes later, you heard Grayson say goodbye to Ethan who was going to grab breakfast with Crystal. Letting out a soft squeak and a yawn, you rolled over, immediately making eye contact with Grayson as he stood a few feet away from the bed.

“Good morning.” He smirked, gently setting an unopened water bottle down by your head. When you winced at the sound of his voice he rolled his eyes. “I can’t even imagine how hungover you are, so there’s advil on the night stand as well.”

“Very.” Your voice was hoarse and crackly as you reached for the small pills and chugged the water. “I’m so… so sorry about how I behaved last night.”

“You remember it?” Whipping his head around to look at you with wide eyes, Grayson was sure that you were blacked out.

“Bits and pieces.” After setting the nearly empty bottle down, you forced yourself to sit up. “I remember busting my face on the concrete… probably why I have this piece of napkin taped to my face.” You could feel the homemade bandage tugging at your hair where the tape had been misplaced - there were two more on your knees.

“Yep. That one on your face is pretty bad… hopefully it doesn’t scar.” He teetered back and forth on his socked feet, feeling suddenly extremely awkward once again. “Do you remember sayi-”

Before he finished you interrupted him, closing your eyes in embarrassment. “Yes, I remember - and yes, I mean it.”

Grayson took in a quick breath of air at the realization that you weren’t just drunk talking. How on earth could someone like you love someone like him? Even after everything that had happened over the past few months, he couldn’t understand how he possibly got you of all people. “Seriously?”

The amazed look on his face made you giggle. He was so cute, so kind, and yet somehow seemed to come off as an awkward teenager and a man at the same time. Honestly, the first time you’d met him, you’d written him off as a nerdy boy with no potential. The longer you got to know him, you realized his intelligence and apathy towards outward appearances didn’t make him weird. Actually, you liked it. He was such a sharp contrast to everything about you that the two of you thrived off of eachother. You brought him out of his shell and he helped you reconsider decisions that could end badly for you. It was a perfect balance of danger and safety.

“Yes, seriously - I would ask you to kiss me right now if my breath didn’t smell like whiskey and dead animals.” Rolling your eyes and shoving yourself out of bed, you managed to trap him in a hug. The strong expanse of his chest welcomed your head easily, arms wrapping around you tightly and a big smile creeping across his face.

“Go back to your room and shower, yea?” Leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead, he pulled away from you. “I think we have a lot of lost time to make up for.”

Ten hours and two separate showers later, Grayson was knocking on your door with his backpack on his shoulders and damp hair resting on his forehead. As you opened the door, freshly clad in a pair of black leggings and a white sweatshirts, Grayson let out a breath of air. Seeing you with no anger in him felt good and different. It was almost like he was seeing you for the first time all over again. Your olive skin was brought out by the white of the fabric, straightened black hair trailed down your back easily. He almost didn’t notice the bright red rash on your forehead.

“You packed a bag yet?” He raised an eyebrow at you, propping himself up in the doorway as you slipped on a pair of vans. Bridget had been MIA all day - probably cooped up at Kyle’s since his roommate had already gone home for winter break.

“Sure did.” The black duffel you threw over your shoulder was relatively empty, the only thing in it was a pair of pajamas and a change of clothes. The toothbrush, face wash, and shampoo were the only thing adding weight.

His hand easily slid into yours as the two of you walked down the hallway, the feeling of his soft hand in yours send chills down your spine. Grayson had taken the time to get the two of you a hotel room downtown - he wanted to spend a night with you alone and in a normal sized bed. He had booked a room at the nicest hotel, ordered room service to show up right as the two of you arrived, and couldn’t wait to get his hands on you.

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captain-shellhead · 4 years

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We belong together, baby

For the anon who wanted highschool au, smol tony with daddy issues and bullying I’m terribly sorry if this is sloppy and late!

“Buck, Nat, for God’s sake. Please stop sucking each other’s faces. We’re gonna be late for classes”, Steve shouted, putting on his shoes.

“Yeah, yeah, Stevie, we’ll be there before you’re out of the door”, Bucky replied being half-dragged by Natasha.

Bruce and Clint were already waiting by the car. They all were together in high school since freshman year. In the junior year, they thought it would be easier to move together since they worked different jobs, at different times. So, Steve, Bucky, Natasha and Bruce lived in the same apartment. Thor lived with his family, but he too was there almost all the time.

They reached the school just in time to collect their things from the lockers, when Steve saw Rumlow shoving a skinny kid against the lockers.

“.... do you understand you little bitch?” he sneered.

“Hey, leave the kid alone,” Steve shouted, already advancing towards him, with Bucky in his wake. “Well, if it isn’t the Captain,” Rumlow smirked, still holding the kid by the collar but now facing Steve. “I mean it, Rumlow. Let the kid go”, Steve said emphasizing every word, his hands turning into tight fists on his side. “Ooooh, I’m scared”, Rumlow mocked Steve, letting the kid go, and raising his hands, “I’m watching you, kid,” he said and walked past them.

“Hey, are you okay?”, Steve asked the boy, looking over for injuries. “Yeah I’m okay. But, are you really The Captain?”, the boy asked with eyes bright with admiration. Steve blushed and Bucky answered for him, “Yeah kid, He really is the Captain. You can come to him or any of us from the Avengers anytime if Rumlow’s a dick again, alright?” he said smiling, clapping the kid on the shoulder. “Yeah, thank you, Captain,” the kid said happily. “It’s just Steve”, he said walking towards his class.

Tony stumbled into the class, late again. He took his usual seat, in the left corner, which was not exactly in front of Steve, but he could get a clear look at Tony if he wanted to. He never liked the kid. Far too smart for his age. Always showing off, both, his father’s money and his big brain. Thinks he is being above them all by showing up drunk in broad daylight and still being cocky. Looking so thin and small in those stupid hoodies, his soft hair flopping, falling in his eyes, his eyes. Oh god his eyes. The perfect chocolate brown, with just a hint of whiskey… No. Steve absolutely hates him.

Of all the Avengers, Bruce was Tony’s best buddy. He was his science bro. Even before he knew about Howard’s abuse or his mother’s death, he never judged Tony for drinking himself silly. He always took care of Tony like his brother. Making sure he stays out of trouble. The others didn’t like and did not see him for his real self but slowly he started to know them as they came to see Bruce while they worked in the lab.

There was this red-haired girl called Natasha which so kindly allowed him to call him Nat. She was scary but had a soft spot for Tony and he was sure she was a Russian spy who could kill people with her bare hands. She helped him soothe the headaches and nausea after a night of hard-drinking and sometimes he almost saw his mother in her, in the drunken daze. Then there was her boyfriend, James, who preferred to go by Bucky. He wasn’t around much but he seemed like a nice guy. Clint was a nice change in the atmosphere, who understood his crass jokes. Thor was like a ray of sunshine if it was too loud and cheery. The only person who rarely came down was, Steve, or rather The Captain, as everyone so called him. Not that Tony was fond of Steve, he rarely even saw him. It was just that the guy was incredibly hot. His chiseled jaw contradicting his soft smile, the floof of blonde hair falling on his forehead that always made Tony’s hand itch to push it back. All those solid muscles and he still managed to look like a happy dog. He was every guy’s and girl’s wet dream. He could sometimes feel his boring on Tony’s back, but as he turned to face him, he would find Steve looking away as if he saw something repulsive. No, he was not crushing on Steve.

One day when Steve came home from a late class, he found the house eerily silent. He opened the door to the apartment to find Tony sitting on one of the old beaten couches, looking even smaller than usual, with Nat on one side, rubbing his back, carding fingers through his hair. While Bruce was on the other side, whispering softly what seemed like reassurances. Thor, Clint, and Bucky were seated around them with expressions of anger and anxiety mixed with sorrow. Tony held a mug in his hand which, Steve believed, had Bruce’s special tea. They all were so absorbed in what happened to Tony, that they didn’t even notice him.

“What’s going on here?”, he asked.

Everyone jumped from the sudden interruption and turned to look at him. He looked at Tony who was downright horrified to see him. Now that he had a proper look at him, he was pale like a ghost and was shaking. Nat put her arms around him and told him softly, “You’re okay, Tony. It’s just Steve. You’re safe with us. It’s okay.” Steve couldn’t justify the sudden flare of jealousy he felt at the gesture. Bucky got up, caught his arm and took him to the kitchen.

“Tony is having a bad time, Stevie”, he started in a hushed tone. ”His father was drunk, got angry at some useless shit and hit him. He came to Bruce who brought him here. He’s in pretty bad shape. He’s terrified.”

Steve was taken aback at the revelations. He asked, “Is this the first time this has happened?” “No, but this is the first time it is this serious. He’s got bruises all over his face and a split lip”, Bucky explained. “Why don’t I know about this?”, Steve asked, still surprised.

“ ‘Cause you never bothered to care, bud. You were so busy hating the guy you never saw he’s just a kid whose father is an asshole and who doesn’t have a mother to comfort him from that monster”, Bucky said with a heavy sigh.

Shame, guilt, and anger curled in Steve’s stomach like molten lava. “Can I do something to help? He can sleep in my bed tonight, I don’t mind taking the couch”, Steve said in a hurried voice to which Bucky raised an eyebrow.”Are you sure? We can give him anyone else’s bed. It’s no problem.” “Buck, I’ve always been a dick to him. At least let me do this one good thing”, Steve said. Bucky raised his hands in surrender and they walked to the living room.

“Steve has offered Tony his room, he’ll take the couch”, as soon as Bucky announced this, there was a look of pure surprise on Tony's face. Steve felt himself blushing under Tony’s gaze and stuttered something between the lines, “It’s fine. I fall asleep on the couch all the time”, and immediately regretted speaking. Nat showed him some mercy and said. “That’s settled then. Let’s get you to bed then Tony”. Tony gave a small nod and followed her to his assigned room. All the others went to their rooms too, leaving Steve with his thoughts of what a dick he has been to Tony.

Sometime after midnight, Steve heard a sound in the kitchen. He turned his head to look who it was, and found Tony sitting on one of the bar stools with a glass of water in his hand. He looked tired, exhausted. There were bruises on his face that could not be differentiated from the dark circles but still, the lack of sleep was evident oh his face. His shoulders were hunched as if he carried a lot of weight on them. His gaze was fixed on the glass when Steve spoke,” Couldn’t sleep?” Tony almost knocked the glass over when he heard the voice. “Oh Jesus, Steve. Warn a man. Will ya?” Steve chuckled and got up from the couch to join Tony. “I’m sorry. Did I wake you up?”, Tony asked. “No it’s fine. I’m a light sleeper”, Steve shrugged. “How are you feeling?”, Steve asked. “I’ve felt better”, Tony said his eyes focused on the wall in front. “Do you wanna talk about it?” Steve asked. Tony gave a deep sigh and said, “There’s nothing much to it. My father’s an alcoholic asshole who blames me for his failures. I had my mother to turn to when I couldn’t take them. But now that she’s gone, I’ve got nowhere to go. I’m very grateful to Bruce and Nat. They’ve helped me when I couldn’t help myself. Can we rather not talk about it?” “Yes of course. You wanna watch something?” Steve said, trying to lighten the atmosphere. “As long as it isn’t the ads they play after 12, I’m in”, Tony said and Steve felt like he saw him smile. They sat on the couch watching a rom-com whose name Steve didn’t even know. Tony sat too close to him, almost touching from head to toe. Steve held his breath, lest he breathes and touches Tony. He could smell alcohol and expensive cologne, and felt a heady rush of blood. Tony fell asleep in just a few minutes, his whole body pressing against Steve and his head resting on Steve’s shoulder. Steve put his arms around Tony and covered both of them in the blanket. He kissed Tony’s hair, inhaling his scent with a promise to always keep him safe. And if certain housemates saw them sleeping, smushed together, it’s not their problem.

After that day, Steve had a changed perspective for Tony. Now, for him, Tony was a small bundle who had to be protected from the outside world. With the increasing friendship, Steve’s feelings for Tony were getting stronger. But he was scared to make a move as the friendship had just blossomed and he did not want to ruin it. Now when he was king in Tony’s direction, instead of turning his head, he gave him an all toothed smile, which filled Steve’s heart with something warm. Bucky even lectured him for being a coward and to stop making schmoopy eyes at Tony, and to do something about it. But Steve didn’t want to lose whatever small part of Tony he had. He was content at being “just” friends.

Tony was out as gay since the sophomore year. This was one of the reasons he was bullied, along with being clever and rich. Brock Rumlow and his gang of assholes had shoved him against the lockers in the gym, punched him in the gut, tripped him while walking, for countless times. But Tony had not spoken about this to anyone. He thought it would stop if he ignored the pricks for long enough. But it seemed like it wasn’t going to stop anytime soon.

This time it was when the school was over and Tony was heading to the Avengers’ place. Rumlow found him and gave out a wolfish whistle, sauntering towards him. “I don’t have time for your antics, Rumlow”, Tony said hoping to God the other boy will let him go. “What, you’ve grown a spine now fag?”, Rumlow said advancing towards Tony, making him step back to the wall behind him. “Listen, you asshole, I don't want anything to do with you. So, leave me alone”, Tony said growling. To which Rumlow punched him in the gut. Tony bent over in pain, when one of the boys who were with Rumlow, pushed him to the floor and kicked him in the ribs. Tony felt the air leave his body. He almost blacked out with pain and lack of air, wrapped his hands around his midsection to decrease the effect of the continuous blows.

He was about to pass out when he heard several voices at the end of the corridor. They were so distant, he might have thought he imagined them if in the next moment he did not see Steve’s face over him. His face was pinched in worry, and was he crying? But he still looked so beautiful, like his own Guardian Angel. “.....ony, hey, Tony. Can you hear me? Are you okay? Hey, can you breathe? Tony, answer me please”, Steve pleaded, his voice dangerously trembling. Tony coughed violently and barely got the words together, “Yeah I-I-I’m f-ugh-iiine. Can, can, we, please g-go, home, pl-pl-please?” “Yeah, yeah, I’ll take you home. Can you walk?”, Steve didn’t wait for Tony’s answer and lifted Tony with one hand under his knees and another against his shoulders. Tony didn’t know there were others until Steve shouted in the distance about taking him home and someone shouting back about wrapping up the things there.

Steve took him to their apartment and set him on the couch. His eyebrows were still pulled together as he was checking Tony over for injuries. “I’m fine, Steven. Stop worrying”, Tony said in a low voice, God it hurt even to breathe. “Yeah you sure look fine”, Steve said rolling his eyes. “How did you know where I was?” Tony finally asked the question he’s been meaning to ask since he saw Steve. He took a deep breath and said, “You were supposed to be here a long time ago. We thought you were working in the lab, but Bruce said you closed the lab together and then you didn’t pick up your phone. I couldn’t help thinking the worst. So, we came to check and there you were, balled up, on the floor, in pain. I’m sorry if I took extreme measures, but I can’t lose you, Tony, you mean too much to me.” Tony took a sharp breath and looked at Steve with eyes wide like he spoke in another language. Steve saw his reaction and started babbling apologies. “Oh god, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to say it. It’s-it’s okay if you don’t feel the same. Oh God, this is so stupid”, Steve felt his face heating up and he hid it in his palms. Then he heard the sound of snickering and saw Tony trying to laugh as much as his aching ribs allowed him to. ‘Why are you laughing?”, Steve asked, unsure whether he missed something. “Oh my god, Steve. You’re such an idiot. Couldn’t you see any signs I was giving all this time? I like you too, you dumbass”, Tony said, beaming at Steve. “Seriously? You like me?”, Steve almost squeaked with excitement. “Yeah, I do. Now come here and kiss me before I pass out.” When their lips touched, it was like the world stopped at that moment. It wasn’t the perfect kiss, but it was exactly like the first kisses are. A little hesitant, a little messy, a lot of teeth, but still, never forgotten. They eventually had to pull back because Tony could only breathe so much with bruised ribs. Steve rested his forehead against Tony’s, breathing his scent in which he found his only comfort these days. “Let’s get you to bed shall we?”, Steve said stroking the hair at Tony’s back of the neck. “At least take me to lunch, Rogers”, Tony said smiling wickedly. “Nice try, Tony”, Steve said helping him off the couch to his bed.

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thewritingstar · 4 years

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Brickercup: End of the world and I’m stuck with a jackass like you.

First time writing for them lol. But why are they the xmas ship? Green and red? haha. Just some family fluff and some butchubbles too because i can.

Hope you enjoy!!

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Rated: T

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She always thought her death would be a remarkable one. It would be seen on tvs across the world as she took her last breath defending the city she loved. They would build statues in her honor and have awards in her name. It would be bloody, cruel and down right horrific. But it would be in the name sake of her duty.

She could see it now. The swell of the beast, too powerful even for her. Its fist would come crashing down and as she flew to blow it to shreds with her sisters by her side, it would fall and die with a creaky scream as her body floated to the pavement and she smiled knowing she saved the world one last time.

A worthy death for one of the greatest heroes in the world.

Instead she was trapped in a deflating bounce house that had too much money on the security deposit to damage it.

The plastic shrunk slowly. An annoying sound buzzing from it as the walls collapsed fast. You would think that two powerful beings could manage to get out of it, but at last, they were ambushed.

The stickiness made her uncomfortable as it caved around her body and of course it didn’t help that her husband's leg was thrown over her stomach.

“Could you move your leg before I blast it to pieces?” She shouted over the sound of high pitched deflating.

She could hear him grumble. “If I could I would woman!”

This was all his fault. If he learned how to say no to his darling little five year old, they wouldn't be trapped in the sweltering heat trying to free themselves from this hell hole prison. But no. Little Blair had to get her way.

“Momma please! Please can I have a pretty pony bouncy castle!” She was floating and batting her eyelashes but Buttercup knew better.

It was going to be way too hot for an outside birthday but after she flew straight to daddys office and smiled, she was being carried in the arms of her husband and he had already rented the finest bouncy castle around. Not even Princess’s son would have it.

Plus they had a pool so they could just toss the kids who complained about the heat into it.

“Learn how to say no Jojo.” She said to him as she twisted her arm to lift up the plastic off her face. The giant eye of a blue pony stared at her through the netting making her shiver.

His face was flush to the ground by now and he pushed himself up, accidentally kicking his wife's shin in the process. “You could have said something! Fuck! Wake her up from her nap and get her ass out here to plug it in.”

“Oh yeah, why don’t you just sonic scream at her and make her cry?” They knew better than to wake up a sleeping Blair. Oh no the temper of a red and green mixed together was more than anyone could handle.

Buttercup was thankful in this moment that they only had one kid. That’s all they needed right now.

Brick fell silent at this. “Great now we are stuck.” he mumbled as all the air went out.

“End of the world and I’m stuck with a jackass like you.” She said as she slapped his ass.

“Hey paws off the merchandise.”

“You weren’t saying that a second ago.” She said smugly.

He turned his head to glare at her. “That was before this dumb thing decided to eat us alive.” He frowned. “Ruined the fucking mood.” He mumbled the last part.

“Quit being a baby and crawl Brick. I think I’m gonna pass out and you’re closer to the door.” She tried to fan herself. This is the karma she got for making out with her husband in this thing. To be fair, she was making sure it blew up properly and he tackled her, don’t get it twisted.

“We have powers and yet I am being humiliated by some god damn toy!” She could see the red spark igniting in from his fist.

Buttercup moved again, arm scraping across the bright pink flooring. “You’re the one who got this and unless you wanna tell our daughter why her pony castle is blasted to shreds, you are going to get us out of here or so help me.”

He mumbled something she couldn't make out and finally his leg was off of her. Thank goodness. He managed to crawl towards the door using one of his arms to hold up the plastic and the other to guide him to freedom. She followed after him making sure he didn’t stop and accidentally slam his ass into her face.

He reached the door first, eye widening as he stared at the entrance to this horror show.

“Uh babe?”

“What?” She still needed to finish cutting the fruit and getting the tables set up.

“Did you lock us in here?”

She finally managed to crawl to the door next to him. “Why the fuck would I-.” Her eyes narrowing on the door. “Brick?”

“Yeah.” He raised his brows.

“The zipper.”

“I know.”

“It’s on the outside.”

“I can see that.”

“Then why would you ask if I zipped it?” Her voice was full of confusion.

They looked at each other then back to the door. “If you didn’t zip it.”

“And you didn’t either.” Buttercup’s eyes widened.

“Then who?” Their voices were in unison.

Then they heard it. That sweet innocent giggle. All of a sudden the face of their five year old birthday girl was pressed against the door. Her smile was blinding and those dazzling red eyes sparkled with mischief.

“We got you mamma and daddy.” She smiled proudly.

“Blair, honey. Did you unplug the blow up?” Buttercup asked sweetly and she nodded her head, whipping her black hair that was pulling into ponytails.

“We thought you were napping.” Brick said. His face became scrunched with confusion. “Wait what do you mean we?”

In a flash their daughter was picked up by a pair of arms as she sprouted another laugh.

“She means me duh.” The voice came and Buttercup tilted her head up to see a wicked grin and a pair of deep emerald eyes. The same devious smirk was plastered on his face.

Buttercup gritted her teeth. “Butch you have five seconds to let us out or I swear-”

“Ohh I’m so scared. Look Ruby, mom's mad.” He snickered to the little girl who was trying to hide her own laugh.

“Shes mad at you Uncle Butch, this was your idea.” Blair giggled.

“Hey don’t rat me out. Tell them it was the wind.”

Brick glared at him. “Don’t teach my kid how to lie.”

“You’re right bro, she’ll learn it from the king himself.” He winked.

Buttercup matched her husband's expression. “Blair, be a good girl and let us out or no cake.”

Those bright red eyes held fear as the threat of no cake came. She grabbed her uncle’s face, tears brimming her water line. “No cake!” She gasped and flew out of Butch’s arms to the door, pulling desperately on the zipper. “I want my cake!” Blair practically growled and soon her parents were free.

Buttercup scooped up her little girl and brought her towards the house, meanwhile Brick was just fuming at his younger brother.

“What the hell man?”

“That's what you deserve for being nasty.” Butch glared at Brick.

Brick rolled his eyes and pushed past him to plug it back in. The huge ponies came to life as they began to fill with air.

“Oh please like you wouldn’t do that same thing.”

Butch fake scoffed. “I wouldn’t. My wife would be nake-”

“SHUT UP!”

“I’m sorry momma.” Blair smiled softly. “But Uncle Butch made me.” She defended.

Buttercup only laughed and kissed her head. “I know sweetheart. Now your dad is gonna set your castle up and i'm going to finish up in the kitchen.”

“What should I do?” Blair asked.

Buttercup looked over at Brick and Butch before grinning.

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“I can’t believe you were stuck.” Bubbles laughed as she placed the last of the snacks on the table.

Buttercup only rolled her eyes before popping a strawberry in her mouth. “Well it’s all your husband’s fault.”

Another giggle came from the blonde. “Oh I'm sure you’ll find a way to get him back.” She waved her hand before handing a berry to her one year old, Beck.

“Oh I did.” Buttercup laughed and Bubbles shrugged.

“HEY RUBY PUT ME DOWN!” A shout came from outside and the girls looked to see Butch being held up by his niece.

She gave a laugh before throwing him down into the pool. A giant splash coming from the water as she turned and skipped towards her dad acting like she had done nothing.

“See, got him back.” Bubbles said as she watched her husband claw his way out of the pool with a scowl.

“Serves him right, I almost died.”

Bubbles picked up her baby carrying him over to the window to see Butch chasing Blair and Brick on the ground laughing. “Well Butch caught you two so he probably wanted to mess with you.”

“It’s not like we were doing anything! Besides, you two would do way worse, you nasties.” Buttercup made a fake throwing up sound as she watched Blair throw Butch back into the pool. “I should have her throw you in too.”

Bubbles slapped her arm playfully. “You wouldn’t have your daughter throw a pregnant woman.” She gestured to her baby bump.

“Like I said, nasty. Butch couldn’t wait five minutes before knocking you up again, geez.”

Bubbles smirked and opened up the sliding glass door. “Blair darling come through your mother in the pool she’s being mean.”

“Throw your dad in.” Buttercup yelled as she brought out the cake. “Im busy.”

They heard another yell and another splash. “And there goes Brick.” Bubbles laughed.

“That's my girl.”

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