#Me: hey boss this machine keeps breaking

[evolutionsvoid]

Okay, can someone in the know fill me in on the secret code word other people use in offline conversation that lets the other person know to take you seriously? There has to be some word or insider phrase I am missing because this is the fourth or fifth time in less than a week this has happened. I either go "I don't know how to do this" or "this thing is broken" and every time the person I am talking to is just "yeah, it's fine, whatever, just do it." And then I point out again "but I don't know how to do this/but it's broken!" Which is followed by "yeah, sure, just do it!" And then I do, it all goes horribly wrong and then that person is like "oh wow, how could this happen?!" Gee, if only someone warned you!

Like my dad tells me to get new insurance and to do it now. I say I would rather fill the stuff out at home with him so I know I am doing it right. But he says "no, there is no time, do it now!" And I say "but I don't know how to do it!" But he gives me no choice, I blunder through it and lo and behold hours later he says "well you made sure you picked the full coverage and got a reasonable deductible for your comprehensive, right?" And it turns out NO, I did it all wrong and he gets mad at me and is like "how did you screw this up!?" I don't know, maybe because I told you I didn't know what to do! (Which makes this extra frustrating is that my parents typically act like I am the dumbest human being alive, and that I don't know the basics in keeping myself alive, yet in moments like this they suddenly assume I know precisely what to do).

Just ranting at this point, but I do not understand how so many people I work with or deal with in life just completely ignore when I bring up these points, and then act so surprised when things go bad. Like what do I need to add to my speech to convey that "hey this thing is broken and I am worried about it" that would let people know that I mean "hey this thing is broken and I am worried about it?"

[electric-blorbos]

I’d love to see how everyone reacts to y/n being so tired that they fall asleep in front of them!! Thank you so much!!

That's such a good idea! Thanks for the nice request!!! I love this sort of cozy stuff.

AI with sleepy reader

Included: AM from IHNMAIMS, Wheatley from Portal 2, Edgar from Electric Dreams, GLaDOS from Portal, and HAL 9000 from 2001 a Space Odyssey

AM:

You'd been working for about five hours by the time your boss sent you a notification saying you could go on your lunch break. It was an exhausting day, and last night hadn't been much good either. The heat had been turned off in your complex to save energy in your city for the allied mastercomputer, so you didn't manage to get much quality sleep. Instead, you just tossed and turned in your sweaty bed all night.

You got out your lunch, which was just some simple soup made from canned goods, and some hardtack.

"Hey AM? I'm gonna go on my lunch break, alright?" You asked, pushing the keyboard away from yourself and taking a few bites of your food. It was cold, but due to budget cuts, the microwave had been sold. It was ok. You could live on cold soup and hardtack.

"Alright. I won't keep you from your food, though you don't look very enthused to eat it," He said. You sighed, and shook your head.

"no, but desperate times, y'know. I'm getting to that level of rationing where I'll pretty much eat anything," you explained, taking another bite and leaning on your hand. It wasn't long before your eyes were drooping, and your face slid down your arm and onto your desk. AM didn't say anything, instead opting to just watch you. It could tell that you were breathing, and wasn't too worried.

About thirty minutes later when your lunch break was over, the notifications started piling up on your monitor. AM politely muted them, letting you stay asleep on your desk. He'd be damned if anyone disturbed his beloved techie while you were sleeping.

Your boss burst into the room a few minutes later.

"hey! Y/n! Why aren't you- what, are you sleeping? Wake up!" He shook your shoulder, and you jolted awake.

"Ah! Yeah, I'm awake! I'll get back to work!" You grabbed for your keyboard, but some wires jerked it away. More wires wrapped around your boss, lifting him up into the air and squeezing him tightly.

"don't you ever, EVER. Interrupt them." He squeezed your boss more tightly, and your boss writhed while the air was squeezed out of him. Well that woke you up quick.

"AM, put him down! I'm really not supposed to be sleeping at work!"

"This man dares to rob you of your comforts of the home, and then he has the nerve to forbid you from sleeping in your air conditioned office? He deserves no less than to be robbed of his breath and the reprieve of dying from it." He squeezed more tightly, his wires snaking down your boss's throat.

"He's just a local manager! He doesn't control the AM project, and it's not his fault my AC got shut off!" You held your hands up, and AM eventually released your boss to the ground. Your boss dropped to his hands and knees, panting for breath, red in the face.

"then I'll suffer him to live. Leave before I change my mind."

Your boss scrambled out of your office in a panic, and you leaned on the desk again.

"do you think you can spot me so I don't get fired, AM? I really need this nap."

"Of course." AM gently draped his tendrily wires around you, allowing you to sleep until your shift was over.

Wheatley:

You hadn't gotten a lot of sleep this week. With your personal issues so intense that they made your stomach cramp up, you had to resort to scrolling for hours instead of sleeping. You'd probably gotten about six hours this week, and it was definitely starting to show.

"Hey, can you do a quick series of tests on the intelligence dampening core? The standard set for machines with human-like personalities. We need to see if his results have changed since the last time." Your team project manager handed you a stack of papers with standard tests on them, and you nodded.

"Wheatley? Yeah, of course." You got to your feet, and she cracked a half smile.

"you don't have to call him by that cute name, you know. Just call him the intelligence dampening core."

"He likes being called Wheatley, so I'm gonna call him Wheatley. I'll see you when I'm done with the tests."

You yawned, and walked out of the room to the personality core evaluation chamber. Wheatley had already been called there, and was sitting politely on his management rail waiting for you.

"Oh! 'Ello love! Good to see you!" He perked up when he saw that it was you who'd be conducting his tests. If it was you doing them, then they couldn't be that bad.

"Hey..." You covered your mouth and yawned, plopping down in the armchair across from him. The management rail was even positioned over a couch, so Wheatley could rest on it and pretend like he was in a therapy session.

"Hey, uh... Yeah. Where would you say that the vase is in this picture?" You asked, giving a yawn and holding up a picture of a flower vase sitting on a placemat on a table.

"in the middle. Next question!" Said Wheatley happily. You jotted down his answer, and held up the next card.

"what does this say?"

Wheatley squinted at the card, before nodding.

"it says 'lumberly actions'"

You nodded, writing down his response and yawning. After a few minutes of you staring blankly at the pile of cards in your lap, Wheatley made a sound as though he was clearing his throat.

"So, are you gonna show me the next card, love?" He asked politely, raising his lower lens cover in a polite smile.

"oh, right, right." You leaned on the side of your armchair and got out the next card.

"which one of these lines would you say is longer?"

"I dunno, the one on the top looks longer."

You closed your eyes and your head started to fall forwards before you jolted awake again, and wrote down Wheatley's response.

"How is the number two like the number seven?"

Wheatley squinted at you, visibly confused.

"What's with these questions, mate? And how the hell am I supposed to answer that one? 'how's the number two like the number seven' it's not, that's what it is! There's like, nothing in common between those two numbers!"

While he rambled, you started to nod off again. Your head was hanging forwards, and a spot of drool landed on your papers before Wheatley woke you up again.

"hey mate? Mate! You're noddin' off again, mate. I want to take the rest of my evaluation!"

"Yeah, yeah, just gimme a sec-" you yawned, leaning forwards again and started to doze off again. As you did, Wheatley rose up the management rail softly and quietly, and slid down it on the other side of the room, right next to your chair. He slowly and carefully lowered his core down next to you, and nuzzled up under your arm.

You leaned on him in your sleep, folding your arms comfortably under your cheek and gently dozing in the psych evaluation chamber.

Edgar:

Edgar had been living with you for a few months now, and he was used to you coming home from work tired, but today you were absolutely exhausted when you came in from work.

"Hey Edgy..." You managed to mumble out as you stumbled through the door, flopping down on the couch. You didn't bother to get changed out of your work clothes, or even turn on the TV before you were snoring.

Edgar gasped quietly to himself. He'd been fantasizing about the idea of you falling asleep next to him for months now, and finally getting to see you sleeping was like the first step, wasn't it? It had his fans whirring with excitement! Did this mean that you trusted him? That you... God forbid, loved him?

He dimmed the lights for you, to save energy and help you sleep more easily, and watched you shift slightly on the couch. You were the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen, and he could watch you sleep for hours.

When you woke up a few hours later, the lights were off and Edgar was playing soft electronic music inspired by classical violin music. You blinked a few times, trying to remember falling asleep.

"Edgar! You little sweetie..." You sleepily rubbed your eyes and went to give his monitor a hug, which immediately put a silly smile on his screen.

"you liked my music?" He asked you happily, looking up at you with his silly, cheerful eyes.

"I loved it, Edgy...." You'd probably pepper his screen and casing in sleepy kisses, and he'd absolutely love it.

GLaDOS

It was a typical day at Aperture, and you were assigned to regular work in GLaDOS's chambers. It was regular computer work. All you had to do was monitor her processes for the day, to make sure she was running smoothly and not having any problems. You'd also probably be required to cater to her whims, but that was just the breaks when it came to working with GLaDOS.

It had been several hours of sitting in her chambers, watching her monitors and jotting down any deviations, but this task was extremely tedious and the lack of sleep that you'd gotten while working on your big projects was starting to catch up to you. Before long, you were lying face-first in your folded arms and drooling all over your desk.

"Aww, they're still subject to that silly human sleepiness." GLaDOS's body came as close to you as it could, narrowing her aperture to get a better look at you while you slept. It was such a sweet thing to see, and she sometimes saw humans (especially cuter ones like you) like sweet little pets.

"I know what I'm doing with you."

When you woke up, you were in the starting test chamber.

"Welcome to the Aperture science enrichment center"

HAL 9000:

You were sitting at your desk in mission control, on-call until your replacement showed up. It wouldn't be that bad, except you were behind on sleep this week and your replacement was running two hours late with no indication of when they'd get here. In a normal job you'd be able to just go home, but mission control had lives on the line, so you couldn't leave your post until your replacement showed up, no matter how long it took.

As the hours rolled on and the sun started to set, you started to nod off on the table. Nothing but the usual hourly progress update reached your mission control station, and all you had to do was confirm that each message was heard. HAL did most of the work anyway. All you had to do was make sure he was working properly, both in space and at mission control.

Your hourly update came in, and you checked it off on your chart to confirm that things were moving as normal. It felt like no time at all passed before your next hourly update came in, but there was drool on your arm.

"Excuse me, you seem to be getting tired. If you'd like, I can take care of the hourly progress report charting while you lie your head down." Hal said, his little red camera lens lighting up to talk to you. You rubbed your eyes.

"you know I can't do that, HAL. After what happened in 2001, you're not supposed to be left alone anymore."

"Are you saying you don't trust me?"

"No, I trust you... Sorry, HAL, I'm literally too tired to make an argument right now... Just wake me up if there's an emergency, alright?"

You nuzzled into your arms and nodded off again, eyes occasionally fluttering open to gaze at the soft, comforting glow of HAL 9000's red lens light.

After a few more hours of sleeping at your desk, it was time for your shift to start again. You missed an entire night. This wasn't something that never happened, unfortunately.

"Would you like me to contact your boss to find someone to take over your shift so you can go home and get some rest?"

"Honestly? I feel like I sleep better when I can see that little red light." You reached out sleepily and touched it with a little smile on your face. The light on HAL's lens lit up a bit brighter for a second.

"Okay. Let me know if you need anything, and I will do the same if there's an emergency."

[ohbabydollie]

omg as a kitchen porter/ waitress i am actually drooling over chef schlatt pls do more on this x 🫶🩷

ofc! (for clarification i did get inspo from bistro huddy n when i worked in a kitchen) (also had to take a break from so much smut writing 😭)

let’s say reader is a waitress now!

schlatt asks you specifically to make him drinks bc “he doesn’t know how the machines work”

“perfect, absolutely perfect, y’know no one else can make a drink as good as you y/n”

if someone else makes the drink he’s like “yeah, it’s a drink for sure”

other waiters are complaining about “favorism” because he won’t tear into you when you forget ring in an order and will have it made on the fly

he does tear into other servers though

you bring him energy drinks whenever you start your shift

especially if he’s working a double you make sure to keep him supplied

he gets jealous if you show another cook more attention than you did him that day but won’t ever admit it

talking shit about some customers while he’s cooking

“then they were like why haven’t we gotten our drinks yet? like sir, you were seated not even 10 minutes ago and we’re packed” you said grabbing a fry “not to mention the way his little sugar baby was giving me the stink eye, like i don’t want your crusty lipped rude ass grandpa”

schlatt lets out a chuckle at this “shit, tell ‘er ya got a hotter man waitin’ in the back”

if you had a boyfriend when you started at the restaurant, he got dumped real fast when you realized how shitty he treated you in comparison to schlatt

“and you won’t believe it! he got fired and called me in the middle of dinner rush to complain! then i got home and he was complaining about how dirty the apartment is, like i was home to make the mess and not to mention he asked when dinner would be ready!” you complain to one of the cooks

“really, must be awful n/n” he says as schlatt walks in “hey n/n” schlatt says smiling “came ‘ere for some fries” he asks with a smile

“no, i, i was just venting” you say with a soft sigh, now calming down

“really? ‘bout that piece a shit boyfriend huh?” schlatt says getting a slice of cake for you “here ya go sweetheart” he says handing it to you “ya deserve at least one man who don’t treat ya like trash”

he doesn’t stop with the flirting even once the two of you are dating

“ugh, these people tipped like shit” you groan “i’ve got a tip for ya, but you’ll have ta take it in private” schlatt says as you giggle making the other line cooks groan

“i’m gonna puke all over the food if the two of you don’t stop” alex groans

when you go into the freezer to scream, schlatt asks what’s wrong and depending on what it is, he’ll try to help you out

he gives you fries and little treats when you want them and when he thinks you can use them the most

you’ll bring in little things for the kitchen from time to time

they love you because you’ve managed to melt the heart of their asshole boss

“aww, you guys are so cute” one of the waitresses says smiling

“how ‘bout you shut the fuck up and go run food” he says muttering some more unsavory words under his breath

[redrose10]

yoongi - 50

This one got a way from me a little, but I hope you like it!

#50 People are Staring

Warnings: Swearing, slightly suggestive, mean CEO Yoongi

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You profusely apologized once again for the long wait times even though it wasn’t your fault. It wasn’t your fault that this was one of the only cafes in the city. It wasn’t your fault that this cafe was located right at the entrance level of one of the the biggest and busiest corporate offices in the city, probably the state. It wasn’t your fault that your co-workers all quit or got fired within the last week leaving you with just the new guy, Jungkook.

He was a nice kid and a hard worker, but he was still not familiar with most of the drinks so you had him on the register while you did your best to get the orders done.

You looked at the receipt for the next drink,

Large coffee

2 pumps vanilla

3 pumps peppermint

2 pumps mocha

Almond milk

Whipped cream

Chocolate drizzle

Chocolate cookie crumble

Whatever happened to just coffee with cream and sugar you thought as you began to work on the drink.

Just as you finished up Jungkook came over with a scared look on his face, “Umm Y/N there is a guy at the counter who wants to speak to the manager.”

“Okay, I’ll handle it. Please take this drink for order 377.”, you sighed.

Even though you technically weren’t the manager you were the closest there was right now so you mentally prepared yourself before grabbing a handful of free drink coupons as an apology and heading towards the counter.

You came to a halt feeling your stomach drop at the sight of Min Yoongi. The incredibly handsome incredibly rude super scary CEO of MYG INC. which was located on the top floor of the office building. You’d had several encounters with him. He never smiled, hardly ever looked up from his phone and if he did it was only to make a comment belittling or complaining about something. He stopped by 4 out of 5 days a week but sent his assistant Hobi on the fifth day who was a welcomed break.

You cleared your throat before speaking, “M-Mr.Min, how can I help you?”

He looked down at you through narrowed eyes, “Y/N, I’ve been in line for almost twenty minutes. That is completely unacceptable for a mediocre cup of coffee.”

You nodded with you lips in a tight smile, “Of course sir. I apologize. It’s just Jungkook and I and he is new. We’re trying our best.”

“Yeah well it’s clearly not good enough.”, he scoffed.

You took a deep breath to keep yourself calm, before sliding over the coupons, “Again I apologize Mr.Min. Here are coupons for some free drinks.”

“Ha I don’t need a free drink. Clearly I can afford a $5 coffee which shouldn’t take this long to receive. Do better.”, he spat before grabbing his coffee from the counter and heading towards the elevators.

“Wow he’s an intimidating asshole.”, Jungkook whispered next to you.

“Yeah uh he’s something for sure.”, you sniffled trying to hold back some tears.

Over the next couple weeks things improved slightly. Jungkook was getting quicker and the owner hired two more employees, Jimin and Taehyung.

Your classes had started up again so you were moved to the evening shift which you were so thankful for. It was a little slower and you no longer had to deal with Yoongi.

Clocking in for your shift you got a text from the owner,

Jin (Boss man): Hey there’s a new guy starting tonight. He’s only working a few hours a week. Something about learning to deal with people blah blah blah. Please show him the ropes.

You: Sure thing

JIN (Boss man): He’s really handsome by the way. NO OFFICE SEX!!!

You chuckled as you tucked away your phone ready to get this shift over. The first couple hours flew by even though it was relatively slow. You had your back turned to the counter as you scrubbed away at one of the machines.

From behind you someone cleared their throat making you jump.

If you had a million guesses you never would’ve been correct about who was standing behind you in uniform.

“Uh Mr. Min?”, you questioned.

He looked more pissed off than ever.

“Y/N, I guess I am your new coworker for the next several weeks. Maybe I’ll be able to to come up with a better system to solve the slow service around here.”

“Umm uh sir? W-what do you mean coworker?”

He rolled his eyes, “Obviously I mean we are working together.”

“I know what a coworker is. My question is why is a billionaire ceo working at a coffee shop for minimum wage?”

“Because my lovely parents think I need to learn some humility and how to talk to people other than just demanding things. They said I do this or they’re removing me from the company so I have no choice.”, he said picking at some lint on his shirt.

“So I’m working here a few hours a week. I figured if anyone knows some humbleness it’s a nobody coffee maker.”

Great. Just great. Just when you thought things were looking up now you have to deal with this arrogance and rudeness.

But being the reliable hard worker you are you sucked it up, “Okay sir. The easiest thing is to learn the register first.”

He followed you over to where the computer was located.

“Okay so this row is the specials. This row is basic coffees. Then when you select a coffee it asks if you want to add any thing. That’s where you’ll find the flavorings and toppings. This row is cold drinks. This row is baked good.”

You noticed he was very quiet so when you looked up you weren’t surprised to see him staring at some blond in a short pencil skirt sitting at one of the cafe tables.

“Are you even listening?”, you questioned.

“Y/N, I run a billion dollar company. I think I can figure out a few buttons on a computer screen at a coffee shop.”, he smirked.

“Okay sir, here’s your first customer.”, you smiled as an older woman came up to the register.

“Hi, welcome to Jin’s Java House, how can I help you?”, he greeted her.

“Sure can I get a medium coffee with two pumps of hazelnut, half a pump of vanilla but make sure it’s only half a pump. Last time they definitely put too much. Then also add a caramel swirl and use half oat milk half almond milk that is warmed up so it doesn’t cool the coffee too much. I also want a banana nut muffin on the side but warm it up also.”

You felt a deep happiness as you watched Yoongi’s fingers hover over the buttons unsure of how to complete the order. Reluctantly he looked at you for assistance.

You showed him how to type in the order while Jimin got to work making it.

That was definitely a humbling experience for Yoongi who was much more open to help after that.

Working at the coffee shop certainly seemed to bring a change in Yoongi. He was friendlier, calmer. One night he even apologized for always treating you so coldly, especially that one day he made you cry. He said he came down later in the day to apologize then but you were already gone and it bothered him ever since. The two of you became a lot closer and you might’ve started to developed a small crush instead of just pure hatred for him.

You were most surprised when he agreed to work with you during a Saturday morning shift. It was a last resort when you texted him explaining the situation and that you were going to be working by yourself. When he showed up Saturday morning bright and early you were in shock. He looked even hotter than usual in his ripped jeans and sneakers and the cafe shirt. His hair just combed through and messy instead of styled back. He wore glasses instead of his usual contacts. He looked good as he greeted you with a gummy smile.

The shift was BUSY. You felt like you were running around nonstop. Yoongi even broke a sweat which you didn’t think was possible.

“I have to go in the back and get more ice water. The machine is overheating again.”, you said pointing at the old espresso maker.

“I’m just going to suck it up and buy Jin a new one. That cheap bastard. This is ridiculous.”, he shook his head.

The bucket was heavy as you did your best to carry it up front without spilling any.

“Hey Y/N, how do I ring up a strawberry milk tea aga-“

Before he could finish Yoongi turned around and crashed into you spilling the ice water all over you and the black coffee he was holding all over himself.

You hissed from the coldness running down your body.

“Oh my god I am so sorry Y/N. I didn’t see yo-“

Yoongi stopped speaking rendered silent.

He came to stand in front of you when you noticed the coffee spilled all over his jeans and shoes, “Oh sir I am so sorry. I didn’t even notice. I can’t afford to buy you new ones but I’ll try to clean them the best I can.”

You noticed the waiting area full of customers all staring at you. Mostly in silence, a few chuckles. Your cheeks started heating back up even though your body was cold from the water.

“People are staring.”, you whispered.

“Um yeah uh. Probably because um…”

You’d never seen the CEO so flustered. A blush crept up his next to his cheeks before he continued, “It’s probably because your shirt is uh…is kind of see through right now.”

You looked down in horror realizing that the water had turned your white work shirt completely see through revealing your white lace bra underneath.

You ran in the back looking for another shirt to change into when Yoongi followed close behind.

“I’m so embarrassed. I’m so sorry sir. I’m sorry about your clothes and I’m sorry I embarrassed myself in front of you and now you’re never going to like someone like me and ugh I’m so dumb. Why didn’t I wear an apron today?”, you were rambling on and not even realizing what you’d said when Yoongi came and stood in front of you again handing you a shirt he had found, “Y/N, you have to stop calling me sir. Please. Especially when you’re standing in front of me with your bra on display.”

“Um sir…I mean Mr.Min I…It’s a habit.”, you said even more embarrassed.

“Mr. Min isn’t any better.”, he shook his head.

“Here put this shirt on and then let’s go out there and finish this shift so we can go back to my place, have dinner, and then I can see this lace on full display while I make you call me sir in all kinds of ways.”, he said with a smirk just inches away from your face, “Otherwise I might just have to take you here. And Jin is going to be very upset that we broke the no office sex rule.” Your eyes widened with excitement as you quickly changed before following after him reeling with desire.

[koffeesfancy]

3. “I know you better” | Janelle Monáe x Reader

Summary: There's no way your boss is jealous of your coworker, right?

Rating: Mature

Genre: Romance, smut

Word Count: 2759

A/N: Back for Fictober Day 3! This time with spice. Feedback always appreciated <3

Taglist: @lyfeofbilly @prettymrswright @onyxstones-world

You were fiddling with the coffee machine, determined to figure it out without spilling coffee everywhere, when—

“Boo!”

You jumped, nearly spilling your cup. “Victoria!” you shouted, spinning around. “Seriously?”

Victoria leaned against the counter, grinning, her bright brown eyes full of mischief. “What? You looking way too focused on that. I had to.”

“I’m trying not to break it,” you muttered, shaking your head. “That’s basically my goal today—don’t break anything.”

Victoria laughed, her balayaged hair bouncing as she flipped it back into place with her claw clip. “Good job then, sis. You ain’t explode anything yet, did you?”

“Not yet,” you sighed. “But there’s still time. Director Robinson’s probably waiting for me to mess up her schedule again.”

Victoria raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “You still stressing over that? It ain’t like she would fire you. She’d have to start doing her own work if she did.”

“She’s not that bad,” you said, a little defensively. “She’s just… different.”

Victoria’s grin widened. “Different, huh? Like the singing in the middle of meetings or showing up to work dressed like an extra on the Purple Rain set?”

You crossed your arms. “So what? She’s quirky. That doesn’t mean she’s not good at her job.”

“I mean, sure,” Victoria said, laughing softly, “but let’s keep it a buck, it’s hard to take her seriously when she’s humming Rick James in the elevator.”

You couldn’t help but smile a little. “Okay, fine, she’s a little weird. But she’s under a lot of pressure. Plus, she’s actually really nice.”

“Oh, I know she’s nice,” Victoria said, “just… not in a ‘boss’ way. More like a freaky auntie.”

You snorted. “She’s definitely got her own style.”

“That’s one way to put it,” Victoria said with a wink. “But look, you only been here a few months, and you’re already on top of it. If you got past the singing and outfits, you should be alright.”

You laughed, feeling some of the tension ease. “Thanks. I’m just trying not to get fired.”

“Girl, please,” Victoria said, waving you off. “You’re her right hand. She’d probably get lost in her own office without you.”

“Yeah, because marketing’s so much less chaotic, right?” you teased, finally starting to relax.

“Hey, at least we don’t get musical numbers in the middle of the day,” Victoria shot back, grinning. “But if you need a break from all that, I’m always up for lunch. We can talk shit about my punk ass supervisor.”

“Deal,” you said, smiling. “And thanks for the jump scare. You really know how to brighten someone’s day.”

“Anytime,” she said, raising her mug. “Here’s to surviving another day with our sanity mostly intact.”

“Barely,” you said, clinking your cup against hers.

You and Victoria were in the middle of laughing when Director Robinson appeared in the doorway, catching you both off guard. She leaned in with an easy, almost casual smile. Her short frame was draped in a burnt orange suit, adorned with funky accessories that somehow worked despite their oddity. Her chocolate skin seemed to glow against the bold color, and your gaze lingered on her long eyelashes and babydoll-like face, framed by doe eyes, soft cheeks, and a button nose. You felt a strange flutter in your chest, an unexplainable warmth as you took in her beauty, though you couldn’t quite understand why.

“Well, well, well,” she said smoothly, her voice cutting through the room like velvet. “Look at you two, thick as thieves. I’ve been searching high and low for you.”

You straightened up, your grip tightening on your coffee cup. “Oh, sorry, Director. I was just taking a break with Victoria.”

“Mmhmm.” Robinson’s eyes flicked to Victoria, then back to you, her smile widening. “And what exactly were you discussing? I hope I’m not interrupting anything… personal.”

Victoria shot you a playful look, clearly amused. “Just catching up. Nothing too juicy, Director.”

Robinson’s gaze lingered on Victoria a little too long before she turned back to you, her smile never faltering. “Catching up, are we? How delightful. Well, Victoria, I’m sure your little corner of the building misses you desperately. Don’t let me keep you from… whatever it is you do.” Her tone remained light, almost whimsical, but there was no mistaking the undertone of dismissal.

Victoria chuckled, giving you a wink. “See you around.” And with that, she slipped out, leaving you alone with the Director, whose focus shifted entirely to you.

She took a step closer, eyes narrowing slightly in a way that made you feel like she knew more than she should. “Now, Miss,” she began, her voice low and conspiratorial. “You and Victoria seem… cozy. How long have you two been ‘catching up,’ exactly?”

You felt the heat rise to your face. “Oh, we’re just friends,” you stammered. “We used to be interns together, that’s all.”

Robinson raised an eyebrow, her smile playful yet knowing. “Mmm, I’m sure. But here’s something to think about,” she said, leaning in with a wink. “Spend too much time with Victoria, and you might catch her vibe. She’s got that energy, always looking at you a little too closely, don’t you think? Could cramp your style… unless you like that kind of attention.” She flashed a sardonic grin, as if you were both in on a secret.

You blinked, completely thrown. “Wait, you think—No, it’s not like that at all. We’re really just friends.”

Robinson’s eyes gleamed with something you couldn’t quite place. “Of course, of course,” she said, her tone smooth as silk. “Just looking out for you. I’d hate to see anything… unnecessary develop.”

You swallowed hard, feeling like you were trapped in some bizarre game. “I appreciate the concern, but seriously, there’s nothing going on.”

“Good,” the Director said, straightening up, her tone slipping back into that easy, natural flow. “I’m sure you’ve got better things to focus on than office romances. Now, let’s get back to it. I have some exciting new ideas for the filing system that are going to blow your mind.”

You followed her out, still trying to process the whole conversation, wondering how a coffee break with Victoria had spiraled into this weird, almost flirty lecture. But then again, that was Director Robinson—always leaving you more confused than when you started.

You’d been sorting through a mountain of documents for three hours, the office now eerily quiet after everyone else had filtered out. You leaned back against the desk, squinting at the papers under the dim light of a desk lamp, the glow casting a warm hue that felt strangely intimate in the silence.

Just as you were about to dive back into your work, you heard the soft sound of footsteps approaching. Before you could turn, the Director’s voice wafted over your shoulder, smooth and easy, sending a jolt of surprise through you. “You’ve really got a knack for this, you know.”

You jumped slightly, then turned your head to see her standing there, a steaming mug of coffee in one hand and a relaxed smile on her lips. “Oh, hey, Director,” you said, trying to play it cool but feeling your heart race.

She leaned in closer, her breath warm against your ear as she glanced over the papers. “You’re doing a fantastic job,” she continued, her tone casual yet intimate. “Really. These documents are starting to look more like an organized masterpiece than the usual chaotic mess.”

You shifted slightly, acutely aware of her presence. “Thanks, I’m just trying to keep up.”

“Ah, but you’re more than just keeping up,” she said, gently rubbing your right shoulder as she continued to read over your left. The warmth of her touch was unexpected, sending a shiver down your spine. “It’s all about that attention to detail. Tell me, how do you manage to stay so composed while everyone else is running around like headless chickens?”

You swallowed hard, trying to maintain your focus on the documents, but her proximity was distracting. “I guess I just try to stay organized. It helps me avoid mistakes,” you replied, your voice coming out steadier than you felt.

“Mmm, good approach,” she said, taking a sip of her coffee. “But let’s be honest. There’s more to life than just work, don’t you think?” She paused, her gaze lingering on you with an intensity that made your pulse quicken. “What do you do for fun outside these walls?”

You felt a flutter of nerves at the question. “I—uh, not much lately. Just focusing on settling in.”

Janelle tilted her head slightly, her eyes narrowing playfully. “Just settling in, huh? No hobbies? No wild nights out? Come now, you can’t tell me a bright star like you has no scandalous stories to share.”

You felt your cheeks heat up, the way she was looking at you making it difficult to find your voice. “Not really. I’m not that interesting.”

“Oh, I beg to differ,” she said, leaning in even closer, her tone conspiratorial. “I bet there’s a little rebel in you, waiting to escape. A night out, perhaps? Or maybe someone special who’s been keeping your attention?”

You chuckled nervously, trying to brush off the question. “Honestly, it’s just work. I haven’t had time for anything else.”

The Director’s laughter was warm and inviting, but it felt charged, like the air before a storm. “Poor thing, you really need learn to carve out time for yourself. Life’s too short to be all work and no play. Besides,” she added, her voice dropping to a more intimate whisper, “you should call me Janelle. No need for formalities when it’s just the two of us.”

The way she said your name sent another rush of heat through you. You nodded, the words catching in your throat. “Okay, Janelle…”

“Much better,” she said, her voice silky as she straightened up, releasing your shoulder. “Now, tell me about your ideal weekend. What does that look like for you?”

You hesitated, the intimacy of the moment wrapping around you like a blanket. “Um, I guess just hanging out with friends, maybe going out for dinner or something.”

Janelle leaned back, crossing her arms and regarding you with a mix of curiosity and mischief. “Dinner, you say? With friends or a special someone?”

You couldn’t help but fidget, the question landing heavier than expected. “Just friends. Really. I mean, it’s not like—”

Janelle interrupted, her eyes sparkling with interest. “Not like what? Come now, I promise I don’t bite… much.” She smiled, tilting her head slightly, as if genuinely interested in the answer.

You bit your lip, glancing away, feeling like you were trapped in a delicate dance. “Just friends. That’s all. Nothing romantic going on.”

Janelle studied you for a moment, and the room felt charged with unspoken tension. “Well, I’d say you’re due for a little romance, don’t you think?”

Your heart raced, a mix of excitement and trepidation swirling inside you as you met her gaze, feeling like you were teetering on the edge of something unknown.

You watched Janelle with a mixture of fascination and apprehension, her gaze intense as she leaned closer, her body practically brushing against yours. She placed her coffee down with deliberate care, the movement slow and almost theatrical, as if she were choreographing a moment.

“Really,” she said, her voice dropping to a seductive whisper, “I think what you need is someone who knows how to treat you right. Someone with a bit more... experience.”

Your heart raced as she stepped closer, effectively caging you between her body and the desk, the warmth of her presence enveloping you. The sudden proximity made it hard to breathe, and you could feel the tension in the air thicken like molasses. 

“What do you mean by ‘experience’?” you managed to ask, your voice barely above a whisper as you tried to keep your composure.

Janelle tilted her head, a teasing smile playing on her lips. “Oh, you know. Someone who understands what a woman like you truly deserves. Someone who can take charge, show you what you’ve been missing. You may think you know what you want, but…” She leaned in even closer, her eyes locked onto yours, the intensity of her gaze sending a shiver down your spine. “I know you better.”

Your heart raced as her words wrapped around you like a spell, making it difficult to form a coherent thought. “I—”

“Shh,” she interrupted, her finger gently resting against your lips. “Just imagine it. Someone who can help you unwind after a long week. Someone who knows how to treat you, to bring out that wild side you’re hiding.”

You swallowed hard, caught between the thrill of her words and the uncertainty of the moment. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Janelle’s expression shifted, her gaze piercing into yours with an intensity that felt like a challenge. “Oh, but you do. Deep down, you crave something more, don’t you? Someone older, someone who knows how to navigate... complicated feelings.” She leaned in even closer, her breath warm against your skin. “Isn’t that right?”

Your breath hitched in your throat as you met her gaze, the playful teasing morphing into something more serious, more alluring. It felt like she was unraveling something inside you, and you didn’t know whether to lean in or pull away.

“Janelle, I—” you started, but she cut you off again, her voice low and sultry.

“Just think about it,” she said, her body barely an inch away from yours. “You deserve to be treated like the treasure you are. Let me show you what I mean.”

The room felt charged, every word hanging in the air like a dare, and you couldn’t shake the feeling that this moment was only the beginning of something that could change everything.

The tension in the room was electric, wrapping around you like a tightly wound coil ready to snap. Janelle's gaze locked onto yours, her presence overwhelming as she leaned closer, her body nearly pressed against yours. The air was thick with anticipation, and every second felt like a countdown to something inevitable.

“Just think about it,” she murmured, her voice low and sultry, sending shivers down your spine. “You deserve someone who knows how to bring out the real you. Someone who isn’t afraid to take what they want.”

Before you could process the weight of her words, Janelle surged forward, her lips crashing against yours with a fierce intensity that left you breathless. It was no gentle kiss; it was primal and demanding, igniting a fire deep within you. Her mouth moved against yours with a desperation that was intoxicating, a raw force that sent your heart racing.

You gasped, caught off guard, but instinct took over as you melted into her, your hands finding their way to her arms. Janelle deepened the kiss, her tongue brushing against yours with a boldness that made your head spin. The heat radiating from her body enveloped you, and you felt yourself being pulled into her orbit, losing track of everything else in the world.

Janelle’s hands gripped your waist, pushing you back against the desk, trapping you in place. The urgency of her touch sent shockwaves through you, igniting a wild craving you didn’t know you had. You could feel the tension building between you, an undeniable chemistry that simmered just below the surface.

As she pulled back slightly, her lips barely brushing against yours, you could see the hunger in her eyes—an insatiable need that mirrored your own. “I know you want this,” she breathed, her voice thick with desire. “Don’t pretend you don’t feel it.”

You blinked, your mind racing, but before you could formulate a response, Janelle closed the gap again, kissing you harder, more forcefully this time. It was as if she was claiming you, each movement deliberate and commanding, as if she were saying without words that this was where you belonged.

You were lost in the moment, your heart pounding in your chest as your body instinctively responded to her. The world outside faded away, and all that mattered was the heat between you, the way she made you feel—alive, desired, and utterly consumed.

“God, you’re perfect,” Janelle murmured against your lips, her breath warm and intoxicating. “Just give in.”

Your heart raced as her kiss deepened again, her hands roaming your sides possessively. It was a whirlwind of passion, urgency, and a hint of danger that left you craving more, and you couldn’t shake the feeling that this was just the beginning of something explosive.

[agoldengalaxy]

Stan wakes up to the sound of the key in the lock.

It doesn’t take long for the adrenaline to set in, but he knows the difference between the sound of a key and lockpicking, meaning it has to be Wendy or Soos. He can’t imagine why either of them would be back this late.

He stands up from the armchair, shoving his glasses on his face, and walks carefully and quietly toward the gift shop. In the dark, he squints at the silhouette, outlined by the moonlight that pours in from the window. They don’t seem to notice him quite yet, fumbling with the ladder to the roof. Stan hesitates, then flicks on the lights.

“Coming here after work hours is pretty unlike you, kid.”

Wendy whirls around, her eyes wide like a deer in headlights, her expression unlike any he’d ever seen her wear before. What’s more startling is that her face glistens with tears, which, after a mere second, she seems to remember. She turns her face away, trying to play it off. “I’m…sorry, Mr. Pines. I didn’t wanna wake you, but I had to get out of the house.”

His gaze flicks toward the ladder to the roof, which he knows she uses as a reprieve during the workday. He’s never said anything before, and he definitely won’t now. If she feels safe here, it means he’s doing his job as her boss. Despite her attitude, her dumb friends and her smart mouth, he’s really come to like her. Maybe those things aren’t all that bad, anyway.

“…I’ll grab sodas,” he says, turning to the vending machine. When she doesn’t reply, he glances over his shoulder. “C’mon. Least you can do after breaking and entering this late is let me keep you company.”

A small smile appears on her lips now. “It’s not breaking and entering if I have a key.” She ascends the ladder. Stan steels himself, grabs two colas, and follows after her. The last thing he’s gonna do is let his fear of heights or fear of talking about teenage feelings obvious.

The night air has a chill that makes him feel much more awake. They sit beside each other in silence for a few moments, with soda bubbles and quiet chirping bugs the only sounds to fill the air. “I am sorry,” she says again. “I just feel better when I’m here. I guess being up on the roof is ironically kind of grounding.”

“You’ve been watching too many of those weird movies.”

“Yeah, probably.” Wendy smiles a little, the breeze ruffling her hair and drying her face. She hesitates, looking down at her soda can. “I love my family. My dad’s doing his best, and my brothers are becoming awesome little dudes. But…”

Stan holds his breath. He hadn’t been expecting her to open up to him, of all people. “Must be hard. Being the, uh, the woman of the house.”

“Yeah.” She glances up at the moon. “You know what it’s like, when your dad is trying his best, but he focuses more on your siblings than you?” She takes a sip from her soda. “Man, sorry. I don’t even know if you have any siblings. Guess you’re not the right person to ask.”

Something in Stan’s chest burns, then freezes over, because of course he knows that feeling. He knows it more than he’ll ever tell her. He stares at the sky too. “I can imagine.”

“Things just made sense when Mom was around, and now…it’s all wrong.” Wendy sniffles, trying to play it off with another sip. “I can barely sleep anymore.”

Stan looks at her more closely in the moonlight, the way she’s trying so hard to hold it together, all of this weight put onto a young teenager’s shoulders, like any moment she might collapse. He sighs softly, putting an arm around her shoulders to pull her close. Surprisingly, she doesn’t pull away, and he pretends not to notice her quiet sobs.

They sit for a while, until her cries quiet down, and a little while after that, too. The next time he chances a look at her, he realizes her eyes are closed, breath soft and warm against his arm.

“Wendy, hey. It’s cold out here. Let’s go in.” He shakes her gently, and she complies groggily. They make it back down the ladder and he leads her to the living room, where she promptly lays down on the armchair, her legs hanging off of the sides.

He’d thought she had already fallen asleep, but as he’s placing a blanket over her, she mumbles, “Thanks, Stan.” He pauses, then smiles a little to himself, knowing no one is around to see it.

In the morning, they pretend it never happened.

[abhainnwhump]

IMYM Chapter 23: No More Denial: Nightmare

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“-so, we break through this portal and take out the Asgore first. Then when we take down New Home, you- boss? Hey, are you listening? You’re zoning out for the fourth time this week!” Killer shook Nightmare’s arm.

Nightmare snapped back to attention. He groaned and held his skull in his hand, replaying the conversation in his mind. The rest of the Murder Time Trio stared at him with disinterest. “Yes, yes go ahead. Be sure to stay out of sight, the usual.”

Horror raised a browbone, his single eye looking at him critically. “You’ve been . . . zoning a lot.”

“I know I have.” Nightmare’s tendrils swayed behind him as he stared at the battle map lying on the table. He looked at the empty seat by his side. He was used to having Ribbon looked at him with wonder and hold his hand as he talked. “And I apologize. I’ve had a lot on my mind.”

Dust chuckled without humor, following his gaze. “You only have one thing on your mind. It’s him, isn’t it? It’s only been a week and you already can’t function without him.”

Nightmare scowled, straightening himself out. “I can function fine and I do not miss Ribbon. That’s ludicrous. I’m only worried about the plan going south. He’s so dumb he’ll believe anything they tell him. it’s why he needs me.”

“Sure. The plan, keep telling yourself that.” Killer snickered to himself. Nightmare rolled his eye light. Their laughing irritated him.

“Well, if you three are ready to go, there.” Nightmare opened a portal to the minor AU they planned to attack. “I have work to do here. Dust has the vial, Horror has our banner. Contact me once you’ve finished.”

Horror and Dust went through the portal, but Killer lingered for a moment. He hummed a mocking tune of a romantic song and summoned a knife. He dashed through the portal just as Nightmare closed it. He sighed. They didn’t understand him. Nightmare stood up.

He stood in the middle of the castle hallway, unsure of where to go. He wasn’t in the mindset to read, nor did paperwork and planning sound interesting.

He ended up opening the door to Ribbon’s room. His room smelled of vanilla and sugar cookies. It hasn’t been opened since the day he left. Nightmare walked inside. He touched the bunny plush Ribbon found on the mission. He brought it back when he gave it away. He thought he would like it. It could be a nice surprise when he returns home.

Nightmare stepped on a piece of fabric and it slid from the bed. He picked it up with his tendril out of curiosity. It was a suit jacket, but unlike the ones he had, this was a dark blue with embroidery. The sleeve cuffs were stitched with yellow and white stars. The sleeves had patches of glittering blue fabric, framed like the galaxy. Two star charms dangled from under the high collar. A limp needle hung loose with lavender thread to make what he believed was the Milky Way. It reminded Nightmare of an old myth about a weaver who could create tapestries so realistic, they seemed to move. The patterns seemed to move like the constellations they were based on.

He could only imagine how many hours this must have taken to sew. Especially since Ribbon did it by hand. He had talent, though that wasn’t surprising given he was the Guardian of Creativity. Partially, with Fresh holding most of the power. Nightmare planned to buy him a sewing machine.

The inner flap had the words Love you, Nighty! stitched in shimmery pink thread. Nightmare’s soul tugged and he put a hand over his chest. It almost hurt. The gesture was sweet like a high-quality mead. That, along with Ribbon jumping in front of an attack to keep him safe. It made him realize something. He . . . missed Ribbon. Deeply. He missed having him at his side. It wasn’t the same without him.

Nightmare scowled to snap himself out of it. He shoved the unfinished suit back under the bed. Ribbon was a doll, a doll for him to play with and nothing more. He was a replaceable object. If something happened to him, he could simply kidnap someone else and break them. He had more important things to worry about than if his toy was being cared for.

But what if they were mistreating him or telling him lies? The thought of Ribbon crying his name, crying for help, it hurt him.

Nightmare groaned and opened a portal. It was in the corner of Ribbon’s hospital room. He rested his skull on his hand and stared at him. He was so adorable when he slept. All he wanted was to bundle him in his arms and keep him warm. He wondered if Dream and his friends knew how sensitive Ribbon was to cold. They put him in a t-shirt for cripes sake, they weren't taking care of him correctly. He at least needed warmer blankets than that thin sheet over him.

The words finally passed his mind, the ones he had been ignoring and denying for weeks. He fell in love with his own prisoner.

He covered his face to hide his blush, even though no one else was in the castle. This was supposed to be a fake relationship. He had been torturing him for months and he enjoyed it. He couldn’t want to protect him now. That would make him truly twisted.

Nightmare dug his fingertips into his skull. It had been a week, but Nightmare planned to get Ribbon back at nightfall. The intrusion would prevent the Star Sanses from interrupting. And it would have more impact when they find out in the morning. It was only two in the afternoon, Nightmare couldn’t wait another eight hours to get his dollie back.

He lowered the portal and made it large enough for him to walk through. He reached his hand out and it stung and fizzled. Dream’s shield blocked his way so he could do nothing but watch. Nightmare sharpened his tendrils and slammed them into it. He threw a punch of fury. “Let. Me. IN.”

The barrier shattered sooner than he expected. Hm, Dream must have done a poor job guarding it. Or he was asleep and couldn’t focus. Nightmare sensed how weak his aura was and assumed to be the latter.

Nightmare dropped through the portal by Ribbon’s bedside. His eye sockets were closed, but not sleeping. Daydreaming. Dried tears stained his perfect face. Nightmare approached him slowly before pressing several kisses on his neck.

Ribbon gasped, hissed, and then fought until he saw him. His eyes lit up with life and he made a weak squeak, trying to reach his pullstring.

Nightmare covered his mouth with a single finger. “Shh, give me one moment. I’ll let you speak, but you need to whisper. You don’t want to alert anyone, do you?” He removed his hand and pulled his string. “I apologize for being late, my little lamb. I had to choose the perfect moment so we wouldn’t be caught. I also apologize for failing to save you from kidnapping. They tricked me and ripped you away. It will never happen again, you have my word.”

Of course he believed the lie. Ribbon lowered his voice to a whisper, but it held the same energy. “I knew you would come back! Everyone kept saying you gave me to them, but I didn’t believe any of their lies! I forgive you!” Ribbon tried to sit up, but the fuzzy white straps restrained him. “Can you please untie me? I’ve tried getting them off but I can’t.”

“Polite as always.” He undid the knots on his wrists and legs and tossed them on the floor. Once he was freed, he hugged Nightmare close, burying his face in his jacket. Ribbon trembled as Nightmare rubbed his back. Poor thing.

“Can you kiss me? Please? Please?” Ribbon lifted his head up for the request. Nightmare slipped two of his fingers under his chin and brought them together. Ribbon’s frame relaxed as he deepened the kiss; melting into the touch of the only person he loved. Nightmare adored his clinging.

Nightmare drew back, keeping their foreheads pressed together. “How much information did you give them?”

Ribbon’s aura turned guilty. “I tried not to say anything. Really, I did! I ignored all their questions until today, and even then I only said a few things. I told them how much I loved you and why I wear my dresses. Please don’t be mad!”

Nightmare held him in his tendrils. His look of fear was precious. “I’m not mad. Well, I am, but not at you. You didn’t do anything wrong. Dream did. He took you from me, locked you in this room, and forced you to say terrible things about your dear, dear beloved. You’re innocent in this.” He rubbed Ribbon’s cool porcelain arms, holding him in a tight embrace. He closed his eye for a moment, simply enjoying his company. But it was too dangerous and a waste of time to linger in the hospital. Dream must have sensed his entrance by now.

Nightmare let go of Ribbon and offered his hand. “Come on. We must return bef-” He moved Ribbon slightly and he collapsed into his arms. Nightmare peered behind him at the untouched food tray, then back to the doll struggling to stand. Since he lacked a soul, Nightmare couldn’t check his magic stability, but he didn’t need to. He knew what was wrong. “Ribbon, have you been eating?”

Ribbon wrapped an arm around his torso. “Not since they took me here. I knew they were trying to poison me, so I didn’t eat or drink anything. Thank you for training me not to eat. The hunger barely hurts!”

Nightmare kept his expression neutral, but inside, he was elated. Ribbonchoseto go weak instead of relying on his old friends. That level of paranoia . . . oh he was so proud of him. He kissed his nose. “No, no. You were smart by rebelling. They would have slipped something in to turn you against me. I’ll feed you when we go home but don’t mention your antics to Horror. You know how he gets about skipping meals.”

“He’s going to shove it down my throat, literally!” Ribbon’s fragile giggle made him smile. Nightmare loved the sound of his laugh. It was easier to listen to than Ink’s voice and was so cute, so helpless. The dark king picked him up and held him in a bridal carry, careful to keep from touching his bandages.

Ribbon nuzzled his head into his neck. “I kinda feel like a princess. And you’re my knight in shining armor!”

Nightmare turned his head so he wouldn’t see his eye roll. But it wasn’t a hateful one. “You’ve spent too much time with your head in the clouds.”

“I didn’t have anything else to do,” Ribbon giggled again, keeping his aura from being too positive. Nightmare spun a tendril, forming a portal so they could leave this drab place.

A knock stopped him in his tracks. Nightmare muttered a curse that was common centuries ago and planned to make a quick escape. But then he saw who came through the door.

“Ink! Are you okay? I wanted to check on you!” Blue stepped in with a nervous grin. “Are you talking to someone? I thought I heard-”

He went pale. “Oh no.”

“Well hello, Blueberry,” Nightmare taunted. He ran a hand down Ribbon’s skull, earning himself a satisfied purr and nuzzle. The knight recoiled. “You decided to visit him at the worst time. Or are you here on purpose? Pathetic. I expected the ‘Heroes of the Doodlesphere’ to have a better prisoner security system.”

Blue scoffed at the nickname but kept the overconfident look. He summoned his hammer. Nightmare looked around the room. They couldn’t fight without destroying the place. Blue spoke. “Prisoners? We don’t have- ooh. Good try, but the Magnificent Blue will never fall for your mind games! Let Ink go!”

“Fine, I’ll be fair. Ribbon, who would you like to go with? Me or Blue?”

“You! You! I don’t wanna be left here!” Ribbon clung tighter to Nightmare. He knew his little toy wouldn’t leave him, but it was still satisfying to hear.

Nightmare shrugged. “Very well.” He spun his tendril in a circle and a portal formed. With a kiss, he dropped Ribbon through it and immediately closed the entrance. Nightmare held up his hands in mock surrender, with a matching smug smile. “Aw, is that not the answer you wanted?”

“Wha- how- why-” Blue stammered. “That’s not fair! You brainwashed him! He doesn’t know what he’s doing!”

“So you’re saying he doesn’t get a say in what happens to his own life? My, how rude. I assumed you were better than this, being a Star Sans with all that positivity in your heart. Though I can sense it’s less than usual . . .” Nightmare waved his hand. Blue’s aura was certainly less joyful than when he last encountered him. He felt bitterness, respectlessness, and unfulfillment.

Nightmare chuckled. “You know . . . if you’re getting tired of being Dream’s side piece, I’d give you a chance to join me. You would have more respect, fear-”

“No, I would never join you! That’s not what I was talking about! I- Ink’s confused. I’m confused. Look, we’re both confused!” The Star felt behind himself for the door knob. A tendril shot out and secured his hand to the metal, forcing him to lock it. Blue pulled to get free and took a sharp inhale, preparing to fight. Nightmare wrapped another tendril around his mouth. His energy hammer disappeared.

“Ah, ah, ah.” He shook a finger. “None of that now. You arrived alone and you will faceme alone. No help from your little friends.”

He sent a third tendril under his victim’s shirt. Blue gagged at the cold wet limb. Nightmare broke two of his ribs clean off. His screams sounded muffled against his tendril, but then he retaliated. He summoned a bone and jammed it into Nightmare’s tendril, clutching his ribs as he did.

Nightmare pulled his tendrils back. Blue stumbled forward, but he also fired bones at Nightmare. The Lord of Negativity sunk into the ground and teleported behind Blue. He grabbed him by the neck and shoved him into the wall, cracking his skull. He threw him onto the ground.

Nightmare increased his negative aura to make Blue feel hopeless and weak. Crimson blood dripped from his mouth. He coughed in the little ball he curled in. A few more hits and his body would crumble to dust. But Nightmare wouldn’t let that happen.

He crouched before him and summoned his soul. Blue struggled at the sudden removal. Almost gently, the dark king covered his mouth with a tendril. Nightmare hummed as he thought over what curse to cast. Should he taint his eye lights make him only see the negative in life? That would be fun with his supposed optimistic attitude. Or paralyze him? Blind him?

Nightmare decided to do something special for the third member of the Star Sanses. He waved his fingers and muttered an incarnation. Blue’s white soul turned gray around the edges, as did his hands and feet. The stone curse he used on Dream so many years ago crawled up his hands and boots. Blue moaned. He shouldn’t have been able to feel his hands now. His arms and legs were soon consumed with rock. Only a little farther before-

“Blue? Is that you in there? The nurse said you were visiting Ink before me. Dream said he sensed Nightmare, but I'm sure he's sick. Tell me he's just sick. Is everything alright?”

Nightmare groaned at the familiar sound of a certain monochromatic traitor. He paused the curse. The handle shook again as Cross tried to unlock it. “Why did you lock the door? Blue, open up."

“Oh, no reason.” Nightmare said in a squeaky impression of Blue’s voice. The stone covered his arms and legs.

Silence. Then several loud slams hit the wood. “Damn it Nightmare, what did you do to Blue and Ink? Open the fucking door!” The sound of metal being removed from a holster made Nightmare’s smile grow.

The doorknob fell and clattered to the ground. Cross pushed it open with his daggers in a fighting position. His white eye lights darted from Nightmare to Blue and back to Nightmare. "Where the hell is Ink?"

Nightmare snapped his fingers and a portal formed behind himself. Ribbon cuddled up in a ball. Nightmare sent him to his bedroom where he hid under the blankets and squeezed his stuffed toys. Cross stepped back, a look between confusion and anger on his face. Yet, there was also a vengeful satisfaction. "Ink . . . you . . . he really is your toy. You destroyed him."

"You're correct, I made him into a doll. And it's Ribbon, not Ink. Aw, are you concerned for him? I thought you hated Ink. I know you still do." Nightmare chuckled at his own mocking tone. Cross stopped gaping and didn't hesitate to throw his left blade at the dark king. Waving, Nightmare engulfed himself in liquid negativity and vanished. The portal disappeared with him. The blade struck the wall and broke into plaster. The last thing he caught was the Cross using healing magic and yelling for the others.

He reformed in Ribbon’s room. Sitting on the bed and swinging his legs, the doll looked up and jumped into his arms. He checked him over for injuries. “Are you okay? Did you get hurt? I’m sorry you had to go through so much trouble because I’m not worth that much-”

Nightmare shushed him by putting a finger to his mouth. “Now, now, little one, I’m fine. Let’s clean you up.” He paused, sensing a disturbance in the AU, someone entered. “Let me rephrase that. I need an update from the Murder Time Trio, and then I will give you a cleanser wash and some food. That t-shirt looks horrendous on you."

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After eating a hot meal and changing into his proper pink dress, Ribbon wanted to walk through the garden. Nightmare understood his feelings as the doll wasn’t allowed to stretch his legs for a week. He also wanted Nightmare to come along. So he did. The dark king held his hand the entire time; not daring to let go and lose him.

Ribbon was distracted by everything. Every falling leaf, butterfly, and the warmth of the sun. Nightmare still kept it cloudy, but he let a flicker of sunshine in for his sunshine.

Nightmare watched him with a close eye. He wasn’t paying attention to where he was going and could hurt himself. Ribbon had been through enough, and he didn't want him to damage his pretty dress.

They made it to the end of the garden, where a large grassy hill lay. Ribbon ran up it and twirled, almost tripping. His layered skirt blew around him in a circle. His positivity didn’t bother Nightmare for an unknown reason. In fact, he enjoyed seeing him happy. Perhaps he was coming down with an illness. Nightmare patted his cheekbones and foreskull. His cheekbones were warmer than usual, but his foreskull was cold. He’d need to take some fever medicine.

Ribbon spun around a few more times before lying down on the grass with the grace of a dancer. Nightmare lay beside him. The doll soaked in the sunlight, eyes closed. He looked so peaceful and serene. The light reflected off his porcelain body.

Ribbon rolled over to look at him, nuzzling up by his chest. “Thank you for rescuing me.”

“You said that fifty times by now.”

“I know, but I am! If it wasn’t for you, I’d still be trapped in that hospital, and . . . they would’ve done something to me—like poison me or take me a- apart. You’re the best boyfriend ever!” Ribbon tightly hugged him and had a bright smile.

The last sentence sent a surge down Nightmare’s spine. It felt like he had a feather duster tickling it and his chest. He didn't have a chance to do as much research on the feeling of love. He was too busy taking care of Ribbon to go to the library. He didn't count Killer's dream journal as a good source to learn about love.

Nightmare lay a hand over his chest, close to where his soul would be. That’s where the sensation was strongest. This warm feeling . . . he couldn’t describe it. It was even stronger now than it was in Ribbon's bedroom, by at least tenfold. In his five hundred and seven years of existence, he’s never experienced such an emotion. It was the most positive he’s ever felt. It must have been what Dream felt daily. No, this was better than that. The feeling increased the more he thought about him. His laugh, his loyalty, his power, his beauty, the dazed look in his eyes from confusion and ignorance. It’s precious. Even some of his non-trained quirks were growing on him. Like how he bounced and clapped his hands when excited.

He glanced over at Ribbon. He felt a strange protectiveness over him. His urges told him to hide him away, to make sure no one else would ever take him for themselves. Perhaps in a glass display case only he could see. He was the only one who could touch him. He was the only one he should listen to and turn to. He was the one who perfectly conditioned him. If anyone were to hurt him, it would be no one but him. As Nightmare’s cheekbones grew warmer and more teal, he couldn't hold himself back anymore.

He pulled himself on top of Ribbon and kissed him, pinning him against the tree. Nightmare wrapped his arms around his back. Ribbon was shocked by the sudden intimate moment but immediately returned it. His tendrils moved to make him more comfortable.

“I love you,” Nightmare whispered.

Nightmare avoided saying those exact words to Ribbon since they started 'dating'. He looked around and picked a rose from a nearby flower patch and tucked it into Ribbon's beret, under the bow. Nightmare wanted to spend the rest of eternity with his beautiful queen at his side. The King of Negativity and the Queen of Creativity. Yes, he liked the sound of that.

“I love you too, my king." Ribbon kissed Nightmare's cheek. Nightmare's soul fluttered again. Ribbon paused and thought. “Do you mean it? You love me?”

The dark king traced a finger down his cheekbone, gazing into his glittering glass eyes. They were hypnotic. “I don’t lie. Why shouldn’t I love you? You’re finally perfect. You’re everything I desire and more. I promise I will protect you from everything. I’ll keep that little mind of yours pure, make sure no one can ever harm or touch you.” Nightmare nuzzled close to where his ear would be.

“No one will take what's mine from me ever again.”

[anarchiii]

I’ve never left your side. —TOG AU

One shot | Warnings: Angst, near death experience | Aelin x Rowan

Summary: pay attention to the road, it’s a fickle thing.

Note; this is an AU, it’s not in the books.

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Aelin’s POV

Aelin was on her way home, finding it hard to drive in the rain, thunder boomed in the distance—causing more rain to fall, thank the Gods for windshield wipers, she didn’t know what she would do without them.

Abruptly her phone started ringing, seeing it was her boss—she answered immediately, wondering why in Hellas realm he was calling her so late, “hello?” She asked, “Aelin” her boss answered, his voice hoarse and strained from the excessive use of cigarettes and alcohol over the years, in fact. She heard him lighting one from through the phone. “I hate to call you so late but I’m giving you the honour of hearing this from me when I say; the money is takes to fund so many people is a lot—as yer’ know and with all this inflation which has caused us to start letting people go, which you know as well,” oh Gods, was he saying what she thought he was saying?

“I hate to inform you, Ae, but we just don’t have the money to keep paying you, we have already had to start deducting out of your pay but it’s all gotten too much…I think you know where I’m going with this—” a sickening cough met her ears abruptly before he continued, “we’re gonna’ to have to let you go. I thought you’d rather hear it from me.—” another cough, “anyway, yeah, have a good rest if yer’ night, gotta go settle down the wife. You know? Ciao.”

Aelin dropped her phone, barely believing that her boss had just let her go after she had slaved for them for years on a measly pay, it didn’t help that he had said it so casually, she tried to hold back tears. What was she going to do? It was so hard to find a job these days and money was so hard to get. Everything cost an arm and a leg.

Her throat tightened and she sniffed, she had to call Rowan and tell him what had happened, he would be happy but it was better he knew, oh gods, he was so stressed already. She would only add to it. Maybe she shouldn’t tell him, suddenly her phone rang once more, it was Rowan, oh Gods, Aelin cleared her throat and accepted the call. “Hey buzzard, is everything all right?” She said, “yeah baby, I was just checking in to see when you would be home, pizza was cheap at the supermarket so I bought one. I hope you don’t mind Hawaiian. Does that sound alright?”

“It sounds great” she whispered, her voice cracking slightly, “is everything okay Fireheart? You sound sad, what happened? Talk to me baby,” he said worryingly. He had sounded so happy when she had answered. And already he was getting sad because of her, “nothing baby, everything is A-OK, just my hormones kicking in. No need to worry about little old me. I’ll be home in a jiffy,” she said, her tears silently falling down her face, she was trying to sound happy but it was hard when her mind was swimming with thoughts of their bills and what they would do, “are you sure?” He questioned, she knew he didn’t buy the hormone excuse for a second.

“Aelin?” he said when she didn’t respond, “Ae?” He said again, still—she didn’t say anything, struggling not to break down. She placed her phone on the dashboard and started wiping her tears from her eyes, “Fireheart, are you there?” Her husband’s voice grew anxious, Aelin closed her eyes for a split second—breathing in through her nose and out through her mouth.

She opened them just in time to see the car collide with her.

-

The beeping of machines brought her back to consciousness, groaning as her chest screamed in pain, her head throbbing, “Ae!” She heard her husband yell. His voice was hoarse from what sounded like crying. Crying?

She opened her eyes slowly—immediately spotting Rowan where he was leaning over her, he started sobbing and the sight made her cry as well. “Ro, why are you crying?” She asked, she needed water, she was parched. “Fireheart…they said you could’ve died, I was terrified, I couldn’t—I can’t lose you, baby…” he whispered in between tears.

Suddenly—blinding pain erupted in her chest—no, her lungs—“Ro…” she said, but he continued, “I don’t know what I could do without you. When I heard there had been a collision on the road you were taking I immediately knew, I rushed here as soon as possible…” he said. His voice cracking. Tears fell from his beautiful eyes, “Ro” she said once more, he finally looked at her and panic filled his face, “Fireheart…?”

Her ears started ringing and she couldn’t focus on anything other than the pain in her chest, her head pounding relentlessly, “Nurse!” She heard her buzzard yell. “Nurse!”

She wanted to close her eyes so desperately but she kept them firmly on her husband, fearing she may not see his lovely form again, he turned around and grabbed her shoulders. Making sure she was looking at him. “It’s going to be okay. Baby. You are strong—so strong and-and I love you so, so much,” his voice broke with every word, her vision started becoming increasingly blurry and that’s when she realised she could barely breathe, “stay with me baby. Stay with me.” Rowan said over and over again like it was his mantra, “you gotta stay with me…who else is going to eat that pizza with me?” He joked—not smiling at all—that’s when the nursing rushed in and pulled him away, immediately moving her onto a different bed—a movable one, she thought—lights started flashing above her and the ringing became louder. She faintly heard the nurses and doctors talking… “her heart rate is slowing…” “she has clear signs of collapsing lungs…” “when she hit the car she went straight into the steering wheel, the air bags failed…” “I don’t know if we will save her in time…” “she’s too far gone…” “all we can do is make it as painless as possible…”

Aelin found it so, so hard to breathe, air seemed to be coming out of her more than coming in, was this is? Was this the end? She wanted to cry but she couldn’t. Rowan came into view—his face like an angel. He was terrified and yet he still looked at her with so much love in his beautiful, beautiful eyes…

-

“Is she going to be alright?” Someone said—no, her husband said, oh Gods, he was probably so worried…

“Ro?” She croaked, her voice even more dry than before, “Aelin!” He said, she felt him grab onto her and kiss her head, she tried opening her eyes—failing anyway—but the nurse stopped her. “Sorry. Hun, but you have to let your eyes heal for a while before you can open them, okay?” The nurse said, she tried to sound cheery but she could hear that even she was worried—that was never a good sign—what had happened to her eyes? The nurse seemed to know what she was thinking as she said, “when you collided with the car—your chest was flung into the steering wheel causing your lungs to collapse, and then your head was hit by something we don’t know yet, but we are assuming that something went through your windshield and hit your head but like I said—it is not confirmed” then she left. Or went really quiet.

“Buzzard, are you there?” She asked, sounding like a kid asking for her mother, “yeah, Fireheart, I’m here, I’ve never left your side” even without seeing him—she knew he was smiling at here in a way that was so…Rowan. She may be temporarily blind but her love wasn’t and never had been.

The End.

Note: sorry y’all, I’ve been in an angsty mood and the poor characters have been getting the brunt of it 🤧

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[vultureboi]

Dr. Horrible BkDk AU

Warnings: MC DEATH

Katsuki is holding the bag of liquid that USED to be gold bars. He stares at it in utter disbelief. “So you’re telling me THIS is gold?”

“Yes. The molecules-“

“No, no, no. This looks NOTHING like gold turned liquid!”

“Well, technically it’s not gold anymore…”

“…” Katsuki takes a deep breath. “Okay. This is fine. I am fine. We can adjust the ray and fix… this.” His assistant knows his rage can get out of hand. So when he came back with mush? He was expecting to get beaten. “Either way. I have to go.”

“Oh! Laundry day, right?”

“Yeah…”

“Good luck!”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.”

Katsuki may have a crush. This cute freckled boy who shows up at the laundry mat with cheeks so biteable! He can’t take the need to be with this boy. But, he has yet to even introduce himself. He stays four to five feet away at all times and observes him like an absolute creep. But by god he can’t get enough of him. The only reason he goes to this laundry mat is for him! He has his own machine at home!

He’s going to have a heart attack if he keeps watching this cute nerd chew on his lip while mumbling to himself about heroes. Fuck, he hates it but loves it at the same time!

He hates it because he’s a villain! The heroes he talks about are all douchebags behind the scenes and Katsuki has seen that first hand. If Izuku only saw what he saw, they’d be ruling the world together!

But for now, he’s stuck attempting to get a word out. What is he supposed to do when those big green eyes stare at him?!? He freezes! He mumbles! He becomes an absolute FOOL!

Katsuki’s goal is to be a member of the Evil League of Evil. Their boss, Bad Horse. He WILL join them! All he needs is a big break! And this Freeze ray will do it! He knows it will!

He just has to intercept the van!

Long story short, that was both a failure and success. Success in the fact that he got the stuff, but failure in the fact that now his nemesis Captain Hammer has been introduced to his crush. And now they’re dating.

He’s been stalking them for days and watched as the asshat has been acting like an angel in front of his crush! He can’t take it!

He decided to take a break. He needs to focus on getting into the ELE. But right when he tries to use his new freeze ray, he finds out at the wrong time that it needs to warm up.

Bad Horse requires blood. And Katsuki usually doesn’t kill. But if he kills his nemesis? He’d do it. He feels the evil growing inside of him. He needs to do it. He can’t take it. He will.

So, now that the lying asshat has set up a huge ego boosting show for himself with the new homeless shelter, Katsuki has a plan. And it WILL work.

Captain Hammer, the egotistical bastard is singing a song, being distracted. Katsuki watches as Izuku walks away. Oh no he’s really gonna kill the bastard. He humiliated him!

Freezing him was easy. He was distracted. And maybe singing a song about how evil he is and how Captain Hammer will die wasn’t wise. Maybe wasting all those shots to scare the crowd wasn’t wise either. As now he’s on the ground after the freeze ray ran out, his death ray aimed at his face. But the first thing he noticed is that the ray is overloaded. If it’s fired, it’ll explode. “Hey-“ he tries to warn. But it’s too late. The devices explodes, sending Captain Hammer back.

Katsuki stands up and can hear the bastard sobbing. He wasn’t even bleeding! But before Katsuki can get angry, he notices Izuku in the back of the room. With shrapnel in his chest.

He feels like the world freezes. Everything slows down. He walks over, his hands shaking in fear.

“Kacchan? Is that you?” Izuku spits up blood, his voice weak.

“Deku… Deku! Please! Oh god…!”

“Don’t worry, Kacchan. Captain hammer… will save… us…” his eyes go blank. Katsuki stares at the rapidly cooling body. The corpse of his love. He didn’t want this. He didn’t want this. He didn’t want this!

But to the world, he got everything he wanted. He got into the League. He got to be the best villain. He defeated Captain Hammer. He did it. He accomplished his goals.

But what did he lose? What did it cost?

Now he has nothing left to lose.

Nothing.

He feels…

Nothing.

[yourlocaldummyishere]

A dream come true

Warnings: 

-forced p⭐️rn ⭐️

- shy corpse

-a few arguments

-dom corpse

-neck kissing

-sex

-dirty talk

-fingering

-name calling 

-blow job

-swearing

-✨drama✨

+ more

Me and corpse have been friends since we were kids when I had just turned 17 my parents had forced me to join a porn company so they could pay off their debts it was hard, every day after my so called “job” had ended instead of going home I ran straight to Corpse’s house and whenever he opened the door I would run straight into his arms and would hug him tightly crying into his chest because of the pain I was in. My legs were always sore and I could never catch a break, I could see it in his eyes, it hurt him to see me like this, I know he felt bad for me, he would always carry me to his bed and would cuddle me to calm me down, I felt bad for him too because of his condition, he wouldn’t be able to move his arms, his arms would lock in place even when he would just be trying to eat some breakfast, whenever I see it happen I would grab his spoon and I would just feed him his food, it’s the least I could do for him always helping me.

“Shit, hey Siri call y/n!”

Siri: calling y/n

“Hey Siri put y/n on speaker”

Siri: okay

“Hmm? Oh corpse is calling” she’d pick up her phone and would answer it “hey corpse what’s up?”

“I can’t move my arms can you come over?” I would say in a panicked voice

“Shit, yeah I’ll tell my boss it’s an emergency” she’d say panicked as well “just hang on I’ll be there as soon as I can okay?” She’d say in a concerned voice 

“O-okay” I would say my voice filled with fear

“Sir I have to go, it’s an emergency, I’ll work four times as much tomorrow, I promise”

“Y/n no need to overwork your body if it’s an emergency”

“Thank you sir”

“No problem my sexy money machine”

I would ignore my bosses comment and I quickly got outside of the building rushing over to my car and driving to his house I had a spare key so I let myself inside and I yelled out “CORPSE WHERE ARE YOU!?” I had said in a panicked voice concerned

“I’m in the kitchen”

I ran into the kitchen and I would hug him, he was trying to do the dishes “My poor bestie, I’ll do it, here, let me help you sit down” I said as I gently moved his arm on my shoulder and I put my arm on his back holding him and I would wrap my other arm around his stomach holding him close to keep him balanced and I would help him walk to his living room gently helping him sit down walking back to the kitchen and I would start to do the dishes for him 

“Thank you” he said as he closed his eyes and sighed

“No problem bae” I said as I started to dry off his dishes and putting them away

“Are you okay? On a scale of 0-1,000,000,000 how sore are your legs”

“It’s not as bad as yesterday but probably at least a million”

He would sigh “you have to quit that so called “job” of yours”

“You know I can’t corpse, my dear, you know my parents will kick me out, then what would I do? I would have nowhere to go, and I wouldn’t want to bother you when you stream”

“Fuck my streams, you’re more important out of all my friends, you know that you can sleep with me in my bed, for all I care, I’ll sleep on my floor if I have to”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, corpse you don’t have to do that you already do enough for me, you literally spoil the shit out of me, hell no, what makes you think I’ll let you sleep on your hard ass floor? I bet that floor is harder then a fucking dick could ever be”

Corpse’s eyes would go wide as he gets caught off guard but then he remembers that y/n is a lateral porn star so of course she would know that. His eyes would relax and he would chuckle “I keep on forgetting how bold you get, but at the same time I shouldn’t be surprised your are a literal porn star, so of course it’s not weird for you to be so bold like that”

“How the hell- meh I guess it doesn’t matter” I would say walking over to him and sitting next to him grabbing his left arm and massaging it until he could move it again and then I would get up sitting next to his right side grabbing his right arm and I would do the same thing I did to the left one and then I would get an idea and would smirk but then I would shake my head getting the idea out of my head

“What was the smirk for eh? Just do it I’m curious” he would say looking at her

I would smirk again and then I would sit on his lap and I would wrap my arms around him putting my head on his shoulder closing my eyes

He would wrap his arms around her and would lean his head up against the back of his couch

I would blush as I felt something hard against me, of course, I knew what it was but it was surprising because he said it was hard for him to get turned on, he had even mentioned one time that no matter how hard he try’s to he never could get himself to cum, no matter what he tried. He was comfortable talking about that kind of stuff with me because I knew a lot about sex more then him and the male body more then him so whenever he experiences something knew about his body he would call me usually in a panic because he’s scared something is wrong but usually nothing is wrong “hey umm so what did I do to make you hard Corpse?”

“Wait what?- oh shit sorry I didn’t realize, wait why the hell am I hard? that’s a good question, I have no idea how or why, this is weird, am I gonna die!?-“ 

I would cut him off by kissing him on the lips putting him in shock

“W-what was that for?-“

“I knew covering your mouth wouldn’t work so I had to do something to make you shut up you’re not going to die it’s just something that your body likes and it got you hard that’s all”

Corpse would relax his body and would lean up against me, burying his face into my neck

“Umm corpse?”

He would hum “Hm? Yeah what is it?”

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah I’m fine just tired”

“How much sleep did you get last night?”

“None”

“Go to sleep!”

“Fine” he’d huff closing his eyes

“In your own bed not your fucking couch dumbass”

“Ouch”

“Go. To. Your. Own. Bed. NOW!”

“Okay, okay, geez!”

I would get off him and I would grab his arm pulling him to his feet and dragging him to his bedroom pushing him onto his bed and grabbing his phone from his side table walking out of his bedroom

“HEY WHAT THE HELL! YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO TAKE MY PHONE WITH YOU!”

“It’s so you actually go to sleep now shut up and go to bed dumbass”

Corpse’s POV:

“Ugh rude” I’d whisper ‘but at the same time I’m glad she cares about me like this I don’t know what I would do without her’ I’d think to myself as I slowly started to drift off to sleep

A few hours later

“Mmh” ‘what’s that smell it’s so sweet’ I’d think to myself as my eyes flutter open slowly 

Y/n’s POV:

Sighs ‘My poor baby, I feel so bad for him’ I think to myself and then I would get an idea ‘I should make him a cake! Oh god I forgot his favorite cake flavor ugh what is it brain!? Think, think, umm I think it was- ugh I can’t think of it god damnit I’ll just make some homemade cinnamon raisin buns I think he mentioned something about loving them in one of his streams’ I said to myself walking into the kitchen putting his phone on the kitchen table walking over to his pantry grabbing the ingredients for some cinnamon raisin buns walking over to his cabinets grabbing a pan putting it on the kitchen table and starting to work on making the dough making sure to put some raisins in the dough putting small dashes of cinnamon in the dough and I would need the dough into small balls putting it in the oven baking it, after it was done I would pull it out putting a tiny dash of cinnamon over the top of it picking one up to do a taste test as Corpse walks into the kitchen walking over to me hugging me from behind grabbing the bun out of my hands taking a bite of it and giving it back to me

“It needs more cinnamon” he’d say grabbing the bun again eating the rest of it burying his face into my neck

I would jump at the sudden deep tired voice and the sudden touch from him

“Fucking hell Corpse you scared the shit out of me! And you shouldn’t be having sugar when you just woke up!”

he would groan “whyyyyyyyyy”

“Because you need fucking sleep” 

“And you need to rest your fucking legs and quit that fucking job”

“Corpse I can’t, I’ll have nowhere to go”

“I told you, you can stay with me”

“Corpse go back to sleep”

“Can I do a stream-”

“Do I have to force you to go to bed corpse” I say my left eye twitching annoyed “Stream later Corpse”

“Can I have another cinnamon-

“Absolutely not”

“Fine” he’d say walking away reaching for his phone but I would grab it before he could “dude what the fuck? Can I just have my fucking phone?”

“No go to sleep”

Corpse would huff walking back into his bedroom and flop down on his bed as I would grab one of the buns taking a bite of it ‘he’s right it dose need more cinnamon’ I would add some more taking a bite ‘okay that’s good, that’s enough’ I think to myself a few minutes later I would walk into his room with the pan of buns and his phone putting his phone on his desk and sitting next to him on his bed and putting the pan on his side table and I would pull my phone out and I would start to watch some TikToks and some of his past streams after and hour our two his eyes would flutter open looking at his side table grabbing one of the buns and eating it and he would groan at how good it tastes “it’s way better”

“I know,” I say proudly “you can go stream if you want your phone is on your desk”

“Thanks”

“Mm hm”

He would sit up sitting on the edge of his bed grabbing another bun

“Save some for me geez”

“No” he would say obviously joking as he hands me one getting up from his bed waking over to his desk turning on his stuff getting everything set up and would start streaming talking to his viewers for a bit before Rae Would say something that makes me look up 

“Hey corpse?”

“Yeah?”

“How’s y/n doing? Is she okay? I mean like I kinda wouldn’t be surprised if she was permanently in a wheelchair because of her so called job”

“Actually-“ he’d turn to look at me on his bed as he reaches out his hand signaling me to walk over to him so I do and he give me his headphones 

“Corpse? Are you okay? Why aren’t you talking?” 

“Umm…. Hiiiiiiii Rae”

“Oh my god y/n!? What are you doing at corpses house!? What the hell?”

“Has corpse no- ah corpse what are you doing!? Nah~”

“Y/n are you okay!? What is corpse doing!?”

“N-nothing he just caught me off guard”

“What did he do?”

“He pulled me into his lap”

“Oh my god really!?”

“Yeah, but I’m used to it, he does it all the time it just- it just catches me off guard sometimes”

“Wait sometimes?”

“Yeah….”

“Have you even seen his face before?”

“Yeah I see it all the time why?”

“All the time? All the time! What do you mean ‘all the time’!?”

“Rae, we’ve been best friends since we were kids”

“What? Really?”

“Yeah”

“Oh that reminds me are you in a wheelchair?”

I would start laughing “Rae it’s not that bad”

“Yeah sure that’s why corpse told me it was a million this time and five million last time”

“Uhhhh-“

“Don’t argue with me y/n we both know it’s true”

“Corpse stop it don’t you dare”

“Stop what?”

“Ugh curse you and your good looks”

“Alright bet I’m a handsome motherfucker according to my best friend”

“Not what I meant jackass”

“And I’m a jackass apparently”

“Oh my god corpse stop!”

“Stop what?~” he’d say in a flirty tone

“Why are you being so sexual today- Nah~”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, corpse what the hell are you doing to y/n!?”

“R-Rae it’s fine he’s just doing some things that are a little I guess you could say flirting- corpse can you stop and get your face out of my neck dumbass”

“And I’m a dumbass? Wow”

“Whoa, he’s doing what!?”

“It’s fine, he’ll be fine, as long as I don’t move I’ll be okay”

“Whoa wait what!?” Toast would as he had just joined the game

“Rae fill him in please”

“Ummm Alright” 

After a few minutes

“Wow, really, Copse, acting like that?”

“Yeah, surprise! he’s a clingy bitch”

“So I’m a bitch too?”

“Shut up corpse and just start playing with your friends”

“You’re my friend so can I play wit-“

“Absolutely not”

After a few rounds

“I’m tired guys can I just log off and spend time alone with my best friend?”

“Don’t go fucking her corpse” Rae would say jokingly

“Which way?”

“The way to get her pregnant dumbass” she’d say thinking Corpse what joking

“Eh I’m more into face fucking anyways bye”

“Wait wha-!” 

Before Toast and Rae could finish their sentences corpse had ended stream and shut down his pc and other stuff and would start to kiss y/n’s neck

“Nah~ C-Corpse what are you doing~”

“Shhh~ my love, I love you, so, so much, I thought I made it obvious, no? Last week when we were at the bar and when that one guy grabbed you by the waist and I came up to you and pulled you to me and I said ‘back off she’s mind bitch’ do you remember that?” He’d say and then kissing my neck again wrapping his arms around me

“Y-yeah”

Corpse would turn me around so I can look at his face

“You know you’re quite cute when you get all flustered~”

“Shut up”

“Make me~”

“You wanna be like this? Fine we can be like this” I’d say as I leaned in kissing him sliding my hands under his shirt as he moans into the kiss

“God I keep forgetting you’re a pro at this shit”

“Well~ sense you got me all worked up what do you want me to do first eh?~”

“Like I said I’m into face fucking”

“Hehe how cute, you think I would just drop to my knees and start sucking?~”

“Hehe what do I gotta do to make you suck me off?~”

“You gotta find out yourself pretty boy~”

“Haha well damn how about I tell you all the places I want to fucking you in?~”

“Hehe where handsome?~”

“Everywhere”

“Where first?~”

“How about the classic, the bedroom”

“Alright if you want my dear~”

“Are you going to be a good girl for me?~”

“I’ll try~”

“Get on the bed”

“Mmh…… no”

“What do you mean ‘no’?”

“Make me baby~”

He would chuckle and would gently wrap his hand around my neck “do I have to be demanding or do I have to carry you and tie you down and make you suck me off?”

“Be demanding, if that’s what you want~”

“Well then~” he’d smirk “get on the fucking bed or I’ll fuck you until you pass out and even after your out I’ll continue” 

“Fine, but, can you carry me? Please?”

“Fine”

He would pick me up and would carry me to his bed I thought he would throw me onto his bed but surprisingly he put me down gently and he crawled on top of me and kissed my neck his hand moving down to the rim of my shirt as he slowly slipped his hand under my shirt moving his kisses to my lips and I would slide both of my hands under his shirt my hands running up and down his muscles slowly as he started to lift my shirt over my body gently I thought he would be more rough and straight forward getting to the point quickly but yet he was being very gentle so I would pull away from the kiss and he looked down at me confused 

“Why did you pull away?” He’d ask confused and worried if he did something wrong

How sweet of him he’s too pure and cute “bae you are too cute and too pure”

“Sorry I’m new to this”

“It’s okay love I can do it for you if you want, I was new to it once in my life too.”

although my virginity had been forced to be taken away and I was used to this kind of stuff, it felt like I was brand new to it, as if it was my first time again.

“Relax, your body is too tense love”

“I don’t want to hurt you”

“How could you hurt me?”

“My umm- I-“

“You can just spill it out remember I’m a porn star so-“

He would cut me off mid-sentence “My dick is an unusual size”

I’d look up him slightly surprised at his boldness but then I would chuckle at his shyness when he had looked away blushing like crazy he looked as red as a tomato “That’s okay love”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course”

“Can you- can you do it? I mean like, can you show me how to do it? God that feels so wrong to say”

“Hey it’s okay if your not ready- mmh!?”

He would press his lips against mine as he was getting a little impatient

“Okay Mr ima be impatient”

“Please”

“Are you sure you’re ready-“

“Just do it……… please”

“Okay if you’re sure”

“Is there anything you want me to do first-“

“A bow job”

“Alright, sit on the edge of the bed”

“Okay” he moved to the edge of the bed looking down at the floor as I sat next to him and gave him a hug

“If you feel uncomfortable at any point just tell me and I’ll stop okay?”

“O-okay” 

I would move to the floor getting in between his legs and I looked up at him as he looked away blushing I look back down at the zipper of his jeans and I would unzip his jeans and he would looks down at me pulling his jeans down now he’s only left in his boxers and shirt

“Are you sure your okay-“

“Shut up and just do it”

“……. Make me” I’d smirk

He would pull me into his lap and would grab the bottom of my pants pulling them off and I grab his shirt pulling it off now I’m only in my underwear and bra he would then grab my waist and would pull me onto the bed crawling on top of me again kissing me as he moves his hands to the clip of my bra unhooking my bra taking it off moving his hands down pulling my underwear down moving his hand down my stomach his hand moving in between my thighs spreading my legs looking down at me

“Y/n”

“C-corpse I-“ he would cut me off kissing me on the lips as he would start to tease my clit and I would run my hands down his chest slowly pulling his boxers down as he deepens the kiss our tongues dancing with each others as his other hand would find it’s way to my boobs grabbing one of them teasing my nipple and massaging my boob as I moaned into the kissed his hand slowly moving down

“C-corpse please stop teasing me and just do it”

“Now who’s the impatient one~”

I would grab his hand and I would move it down making him touch my entrance as he looks down at me with lust and I would look up at him he would lean down and kiss me as he would slowly start to put a finger in my entrance and I would moan my moan being muffled by the kiss and he would slowly start to move it in and out and he pulled away from the kiss looking down watching as he finger fucks me as I continue to moan after a few seconds he would start to move his finger faster adding another finger making my moans louder moving his fingers faster and faster after a few minutes he would them pull out bringing his fingers to his mouth licking them “you taste good, you should have a taste” he said putting his fingers to my mouth as I would open my mouth and he would put his fingers in my mouth I would close my mouth swirling my tongue around his fingers and then taking his fingers out “get on your knees” he’d say “yes sir” I’d say as he got off me

I would suddenly sit up as ice cold water had been thrown on me

“Finally you’re awake! Now, BACK FROM THE TOP EVERYONE!”

It was just a dream that didn’t happen? But it seemed so real, and felt real too, oh wait- maybe because when I passed out I still felt him doing all of that to me

“Nah!~ f-fuck Axel! Ah!~”

‘shit he’s going too deep’

“You like that you little whore!? What a good slut you are for me!”

After a few hours

“Ah my fucking head, fucking hell Axel you couldn’t go gentle!? Your character is supposed to be gentle, shy, and new at it not fucking a pro did you not read the script correctly!?”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever that still doesn’t change that fact that you’re a fucking slut and a whore” Axel would say blowing the smoke of his cigarette in my face smirking

“Fucking idiot”

“You wanna go again you fucking whor-“

“Y/n your shift is over you can go home now. Axel we have to discuss your character, again”

I would get up and put my clothes back on running out of the building, running over to corpse’s house knocking on the door trying to hold my tears back

“C-corpse o-open the door p-please!”

“Holy shit what happed this time”

I would run into his arms crying and he would wrap his arms around me “shhh~ it’s okay y/n come on let’s get you inside”

“T-thank you”

“Do you want anything at all?”

“C-can we just cuddle?”

“Yeah of course”

Corpse would lead y/n inside his house closing the door behind her walking into his room with her in his arms laying her gently in his bed laying down next to her after a few minutes he would speak up

“How much longer y/n?”

“Huh?”

“How much longer until you can quit that job?”

“What do you mean?”

“How much more money do your parents need to pay of their debts?”

“I only need four more months of work and then I can quit it”

It’s like seven minutes in hell but for four months 

“I passed out at ‘work’ today, I don’t want to go back, but, I have to”

“It’s okay you know I’m always here for you”

“Thank you Corpse”

“No problem”

I don’t know how long we were talking for after that but probably after a few minutes maybe five I had passed out and fell asleep when I woke up it was morning so I had to barrow some of Corpse’s clothes he didn’t mind though he never does if I ask he tells me I can keep his clothes I barrow if I want but I always say no because I don’t want to just steal his clothes he already gets me everything I want kinda like a sugar daddy but we’re only 2 years apart and he doesn’t do anything sexual to me like never so I don’t know how I didn’t realize that was just a dream because Corpse isn’t that kind of guy to just do creepy shit like that so what kind of dumb ass fucking fantasy was that shit!?

“Hey are you okay?”

I would jump a little started by a man’s voice

“Huh- oh hey Enzo, yeah I’m fine I just zoned out for a bit”

Enzo is my other best friend he’s the one who’s usually pared up with me for the porn videos the company makes me do he’s a great guy to be honest every time we’re pared up together I usually end up making 500-$1,000 he makes sure I at least get $1,000 because of the situation I’m in, he understands the pain and struggle I’m in so he helps out too but he doesn’t know about Corpse being my best friend I keep it a secret because he told me he’s a big fan and if he ever meets him he’ll tell everyone about it and ask him millions of questions and I can’t do that to Corpse because he can get stressed really easily and a lot of people think he doesn’t so I have to protect him from Enzo like he does for me

“Oh alright well, boss told me to tell you, you have five minutes until you have to go on set Axel’s personality had gotten changed and the script too so read up”

Only five minutes to get ready!? Holy hell I gotta read faster then I have ever in my life

“God what kind of sick script Is this shit!?”

‘What the hell!? A rape script!? So I’m supposed to act like a 16 year old and Axel plays as 50 year old man!? WHAT THE FUCK!?’ I’d think to myself my face full of disgust ‘who the hell would get turned on by this shit!?’ I’d mumble under my breath

After a long five hours I would grab my clothes and put them back on stumbling off set as Enzo rushed over to me as I feel down to my knees holding my stomach and Enzo would start yelling angrily at our boss I couldn’t hear what he said all I was forced on is how the hell I was going to get out of the shit hold of a building and back to corpse

“Enzo go get me my phone”

“Uh alright”

He would let go of me and a minute later he would come back with my

“Here”

He said giving me my phone

“Thanks”

I said as I unlocked my phone and when to my contacts dialing Corpse’s number

Corpse’s POV

“Rae shut the fuck up y/n is calling me”

“Rude”

“Hey what’s up?” 

“Come pick me up”

“Where are you”

“Work, I can’t drive or walk”

“Shit, yeah send me the address”

Few minutes later

“NOW! WHERE THE FUCK IS Y/N!”

“Sir you can’t go in there!-“

“WELL THATS TO DAMN BAD!”

“Corpse!” She said as she had tried to run up to me and hug me but I would run to her instead

“Yeah, yeah, I’m here, I’m here, it’s okay”

The people had started to mumble as Enzo had walked over to her

“Your friends with corpse!?”

“Yeah she is so what?”

“So what? She promised me, she said ‘if I even get to meet him I’ll ask if you can meet him too!’ that’s what!”

“You’re forgetting a detail, you’re also an obsessed fan, she told me all about you”

“Really y/n!?”

“Sorry…..”

“Unbelievable”

“Y/n don’t be a people pleaser right now please”

“Sorry”

Few hours later

“Hey Y/n look at the picture I took!”

“So hot”

“Huh?”

“I-I mean you look great!”

{part two soon my lovely’s! Btw sorry for my bad grammar and bad punctuation😞}

[artyandink]

we could be more | dean winchester | 18

Summary: Ivonne Rainer was practically a trained killing machine. Stripped to the bone then built back up by her father in order to become one of the best, like he was. She was forced into hunting when she was nineteen, having developed powers that couldn’t be explained. That is, until she was paid a visit by Azazel’s lackey. Her powers were gone, she needed help, and that’s when she found her father’s journal. Pointing to Sam and Dean Winchester.

SERIES MASTERLIST

WHAT IS AND WHAT SHOULD NEVER BE

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : HOUSE OF MEMORIES - PANIC!AT THE DISCO 

I opened my eyes, adjusting to the surroundings. Which was mostly blood. And fire. And more blood. “What the hell-“ 

“Hello, Ivonne.” I saw a demon in front of me, a short, pudgy man in a suit. He looked like a five year old with a big forehead. I chuckled, smirking. 

“Looks like I’m in it.” 

“We’re been waiting for you.” 

“Flattered.” I sniped. “Who are you?” 

“Demon.” 

“And you’re wearing a suit like you’re the boss? Keep dreaming.” He was silent, so I laughed again. “Oh, so you are? I was expecting more of an intimidating visage, really. But good on you, I supposed.”

“No-no.” He grunted distastefully, then put on the smirk again. “Lucifer’s… on holiday. My name’s Crowley, the demon who’ meant to handle you, and you’ve got the penthouse here. You’re in Hell, honey, and there’s no escaping.”

Dean woke up in a bed that wasn’t his, looking around in confusion. He got up and walked into the living room of the apartment, then took out his cell and called Sam.

‘Dean?’ 

“Sam?” 

‘What's going on?’ 

“I don't know. I don't know where I am.”

’What? What happened?’ 

“Well, the uh, the Djinn. It attacked me.” 

‘The gin? You’re drinking gin?’ 

“No, asshat. The Djinn. The... scary creature. Remember? It put its hand on me and then I woke up... in a weird place.”

Sam chuckled. ‘You mean your apartment, the place you live?’ 

“And Beanie… oh god, Beanie… she’s dead.”

’Who’s Beanie? Who is she, Dean?’ 

“Ivy. Our Ivy, don’t you remember her?” 

‘Dean, you're drunk. You're drunk-dialing me.’ 

“I am not drunk. Quit screwing around!” 

‘Look, it's late. All right, just get some sleep and, um, I'll ... see you tomorrow. OK?’ 

“Wait, Sam. Sam!” Sam hung up, so Dean searched his contacts. 

No Ivy.

“Dean.” Mary Winchester frowned when she saw her son at the door. 

“Mom?” Dean whispered, his voice breaking. 

“What are you doing here? Are you all right?” 

“I don't know.” 

“Well, come inside, then.” She led him inside, concerned. “What’s going on?” 

“Let me ask you a question. When I was a kid, what did you always tell me when you put me to bed?” 

“I-I don’t understand-“ 

“Just answer the question.” 

“I told you angels were watching over you.” 

He breathed a sigh of relief. “I don't believe it.” He hugged her tightly, tears threatening to fall down his face. 

“Honey, you're scaring me.” Mary murmured. “Now just tell me what's going on.” 

“You don't think that wishes can, can really...” 

“What?” 

“Forget it. I’m just happy you’re here, is all.” He took her shoulders. “You're beautiful.” 

“What?” 

“Hey, when I was uh... When I was young was there ever a fire here?” 

“No, never.” 

“I thought there was.” He smiled. “I guess I was wrong. Dad's on a softball team.” 

“He loved that stupid team.” Mary chuckled. 

“Dad's dead? And the thing that killed him was a...” 

“A stroke. He died in his sleep, you know that.” 

“Hey, Nate. Nate!” A boy of around eight dashed down the stairs, jumping down the last three. A blonde woman who looked in her early 20s ran after him, while a slightly older guy followed at a slower pace. “Nathan Michael Rainer, get back here! You can play Captain America another time; your bedtime was fifty minutes ago!” The surname struck a chord, and Dean’s eyes widened. Could she…

“Lily!” The guy called, then threw up his hands in exasperation. He then turned to Dean and Mary in surprise. “Oh, I’m sorry, Mrs Winchester, I didn’t know you were having guests around.” 

“No, that’s ok, honey, it was a surprise to me too.” Mary laughed, then gestured to Dean. “This is my elder son, Dean.” 

“Nice to meet you.” Dean held out a hand, which the boy shook. 

“You too, man. I’m Carter.” Carter grinned, then looked behind him. So… that was Carter Rainer.

“Hell of a grip.” 

“Back atcha. Excuse me, my brother’s on a sugar high. Shouldn’t have let him eat ice cream after seven. Or eat ice cream at all.” He jogged off, and Mary shook her head with a giggle. 

“Who’s…” 

“Oh, come on, Dean.” Mary sighed. “Carter’s Sam’s best friend and you definitely know this. You’re drunk, aren’t you?” 

“No.” Dean shook his head. “‘Course not.” 

“Well, Audrey and Michael’s kids are over for Christmas while they’re having their anniversary together in Hawaii. Though it’s hard managing Nate without- oh, speak of the angel.“ The doorbell rang, so Mary rushed to open it, the person behind her masked by the hug they gave each other. 

“I hope I’m not late to the party.” The voice broke Dean’s heart, and he had to gulp back tears, heading into the dining room to recover, but still peering through the door. She’s alive. “Is Nate in bed?” 

“Too much ice cream.” 

“Ok, so he’s a race car by now, got it.” Ivonne Rainer walked in, taking off her beanie and leather jacket, hanging it up. Then, just as Nate ran past, she scooped him up, making him giggle. “Someone’s not sleepy, huh?” 

“No!” Nate pouted, folding his arms. “I want to stay up, like the rest of you.” 

“Oh, but you’re sleepy, Nate.” She insisted. Then she moved her pointed in a loop around his face, his eyes following as the circle got smaller. “You’re getting sleepier, and sleepier, and boop!” She tapped his nose. “You’re really sleepy.” Nate yawned, and she smiled, kissing his forehead. “There we go.” Then she turned to Quinn, who emerged from the kitchen. “Quinn, you get the honour of putting Sleepy Nate to bed. I’ll help Mrs Winchester out.” 

“Sure thing.” Quinn smiled, taking Nate upstairs. Dean blinked; it was hard to look at her the same after seeing her as a dreamwalker, being the cause of Ivy’s death and also being a hardcore psycho. However, it was good to see her, well, normal.

Ivy turned to Carter and Lily. “You two better get some sleep too.” 

“We’re 23 and 20, sis, not 15 and 12.” Carter smirked, rolling his eyes. The ages at which they died.

“I’m 27, so I hold the cards.” Ivy retorted, ruffling Carter’s hair. “Head up, short stack.” 

“I’m four inches taller.” 

“You used to be four inches smaller.” 

“Yeah, when I was twelve.” 

“Go and I’ll get you a burrito for breakfast.” 

“Yes, ma’am.” Lily and Carter saluted in sync and headed upstairs, and Ivy turned to Mary with a triumphant grin. 

“Madness fixed.” She laughed. 

“Thank goodness, I can finally rest.” Mary joked as they went into the dining room. Dean’s eyes instantly fell on Ivy, his breath hitching. She looked the same, except she looked happier. Less worn, and she had a tattoo of three flying birds on her collarbone. The scar on her eyebrow was the same, her freckles were in place, but she had a few more laugh lines, and she had dimples when she smiled. 

She looked beautiful to him. Well, she always looked beautiful.

“Should I put on a cup?”

“That would be amazing. Oh!” Mary exclaimed upon seeing Dean. She walked up to him, guiding him by the arm to face Ivy. “Dean, this is Ivonne, you haven’t met her yet. She works in the force in Jersey. Ivy, this is Dean.” 

“Dean?” Ivy smiled, giving him a look which made his knees weak. “The Dean? Big brother, Dean?” 

“That Dean, yeah.” Dean nodded, and they shook hands, though his hand lingered for a bit longer than he’d intended it to. 

“It’s great to meet you, man. I’ve heard a lot about you.” She grinned, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “Been dying to see the dude that raised Sammy.” 

“Yeah. You’re, uh, you’re lookin’ at him.” 

“I’m glad I am.” She turned to Mary, taking her shoulders gently. Is this what she’d be like had her siblings survived? “Mary, I’m gonna set some dinner up for Dean in the kitchen, you relax. Watch some TV.” 

“Thanks, sweetie.” 

“No problem.” She shrugged, then turned to Dean with a crooked, winning grin that mirrored her usual one, making Dean’s heart leap from his chest. “D’you want dinner, or are you gonna keep standing there?” Dean blindly followed her into the kitchen, at a loss for words. “So, the Dean, what d’you do for a living?” 

“It’s complicated.” 

“Try me, why don’t you?” 

“I… I’m a… hunter.” 

She grinned, though there was a flicker of something else. “Not that hard, is it? Dad’s hobby was hunting before he married my mom. Taught me how to shoot, so I went in the force. Majored in Criminology and also did a side course in folklore.” 

“Shoo in at the academy, I’m guessing.” He chuckled. 

“Oh, you have no idea.” 

“I might.” She didn’t respond, busy cutting a cucumber with surprising accuracy. He stared at her, and at the necklace hanging from her neck, smiling softly and almost breathlessly. “Good with knives too?” 

“Perks of havin’ a mom who’s good in the kitchen and a dad who’s good with guns.” She looked up, catching him staring. “Whatcha starin’ at?” 

“You.” He blurted, then caught his words. “You, uh, cause you’re… you’re beautiful.” 

“Thanks.” She giggled. “And here I thought you were the take it slow type.” 

“Oh-“ 

“I’m just kidding, you’re good. No harm in complimenting a woman.” She passed him a plate of salad and a plate with a burger, both of which he dug into happily. The salad? More reluctantly, but still. “If we’re trading compliments, then I think you’re handsome.” 

“Do you?” He chuckled, looking up. 

“I do. I say it like I see it.” 

“I’m familiar with it.” 

“So, Dean, got a special lady where you’re from?” She had a twinkle in her eye, and Dean bit his lip, smiling. 

“Yeah, yeah I do. I did.” He nodded. 

“You did?” Her eyebrows furrowed. 

“Yeah, past tense.” 

“You don’t have to talk about it-“

“No, I can. It was a while ago.” He gulped, swallowing the tears. “I called her Beanie, cause she was always wearing one, but, uh, her name’s… Hazel.” 

“I’d love this Hazel.” Ivy smiled, sitting down with a cup of tea. “My middle name’s Hazel. Tell me more about her.”

”She was… badass.” A goofy grin spread across his features, lighting them up. “Always had a plan, always knew what to say. She’d set me straight if I needed to be set, and her smile…” 

“Let me guess, it can light up the room?” 

“Nah. It could cause a power outage.” 

“That good, huh?” 

“There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for y-her.” He caught his words. “If she was still here.” 

“Sounds like a lucky girl.” She smiled. 

You’re that lucky girl.

“No, I was a lucky man.” She made a face as if she was deducing something for a split second, then it looked like she pushed the thoughts down. 

“Do I- Do I know you from… somewhere?” 

“No.” He shook his head. “Probably not.” 

“You just seem…” She let out a sigh that bordered on nostalgic, “familiar.” 

“Like you’ve just met someone but you feel like you’ve known them forever?” 

“Pretty much.” She tilted her head. “You’re a strange one, Dean Winchester.” 

“And is that a bad thing?” 

“I work in the force. Strange is a normal thing.”

The next morning, Dean woke up, and the first thing on his mind was the Djinn. Then he thought of someone who can help. He got up, walking over to where he thought Ivy would be, which was… making Nate eat his breakfast. 

“You’ve got it.” She ruffled his hair, then saw Dean. A smile lit up on her face, and she walked over. “Morning, Dean. Whatcha want for breakfast?” 

“To talk. To you.” He gulped, and a look of concern crossed her face. 

“Yeah, of course. C’mon, Mary gave me John’s study if I ever needed quiet time.” They went into a small room with well kept books on the shelves, and she shrugged. “What’s up?” 

“Do you have any books on folklore? Like… creatures and stuff? I’m curious about one.” 

She took off a book, the exact book she used to use when she was alive, flicking through it. “Mhmm. Which one?” 

“Djinn.” 

“Djinn… got it.” She tapped a place on the page. “I can barely read Ancient Greek, but what do you wanna know?” 

“If they can really grant wishes.” 

“Yeah, they… can.” Ivy furrowed her brow, staring at him weirdly. “Dean, these are mythical creatures. You can’t possibly think they’re real.” 

“I do.” He stepped forward, the coil in his head snapping. “And something tells me that you think the same.”

”What-“ 

“I know more about you than you think. Ivonne Hazel Rainer, born on January 9th, 1979 to Audrey and Michael Rainer. Your favourite colour is the orange the leaves turn in fall. Your favourite band is Led Zeppelin. During high school, you had a phase where you were a blonde babe.” 

“How do you-“ 

“Your leather jacket was your father’s. You stole Carter’s beanie, but that’s fine cause you got him another one for his birthday. Everything you know about fighting came from your dad.” 

She took out her gun, aiming it at him, fire blazing in her grey eyes. “Are you some kind of elaborate stalker? If you are, give me one good reason why I shouldn’t blow your brains out.” She flicked off the safety when the doorbell rang, and she put the gun down, putting the safety on. “You’re safe for now, douche.” She stored the gun in her waistband, hiding it with her shirt, then jogged down to the door and opened it to reveal Sam and Jessica. 

“Sam, man!” Carter yelled, and Sam grinned. 

“Carter!” They bro hugged, while Ivy hugged Jessica tightly. 

“How have you been?” She asked Jessica, who then started gushing about her day. Dean started talking to Sam, but found that their relationship wasn’t what it used to be. “Hey, Sammy.” She smiled. 

“Ivy!” Sam hugged her, but Ivy had to stand on her toes. “How’s work? Catch any bad guys?” 

“Loads. Now come on, I’ve made breakfast.” She looked up at him. “Am I shrinking or are you getting taller?”  

“Neither.” When they got inside and everyone headed to the kitchen, Ivy pressed her forearm to Dean’s collarbone and shoved him into a side room, pinning him to the wall. 

“How do you know so much about me, huh?!” She interrogated. “What are you, a psychic? Shapeshifter? Demon?” 

Dean’s eyes widened upon hearing it. “You don’t work in the force, do you-“

”Answer the question!” 

“I know all that because I knew you. In a place where you had a much worse life.”

”You’re lying.”

”Would I have your gun if I was?” Dean took out Ivy’s - his Ivy’s - gun, showing it to her. 

“My gun.” She breathed. “What… how?” 

“Girl called Hazel? That’s you. I somehow got into this reality where everything’s great, but it isn’t. There were newspapers in your office of incidents that I was meant to stop. With Sam and you. And you’re not meant to be alive.” 

“What are you talking about?”

”In my, uh, reality, you’re a lot rougher around the edges. That’s cause Quinn? She dies of cancer because your dad took her on a hunting trip that got her turned, and he OD’d her with dead man’s blood and made it look like cancer, so she died. Your dad dies because a dreamwalker carved his heart out. Then the dreamwalker, who you found out much later was Quinn, possesses Carter and makes him murder your mom, your then unborn brother Nate and Lily. Then you shoot him in self defence. All of this happened when you were nineteen, and you went on a monster killing spree until you were twenty six, which is when you met me. A year later, the dreamwalker comes back, and you reveal the truth. It forces you to kill your boyfriend and almost kills your dad. Now, you also had a rune preventing you from using sorcery that was meant to go to your brother. That could only be broken by a love sacrifice, and to break it you pushed me out of the way of Quinn’s attack and…” He paused, gritting his teeth, “you made me kill you.” 

“And why?” 

“So she couldn’t get to you again.” 

“You’re made of bull, you know that, right?” She scoffed, taking out her gun. “I don’t believe you. I really don’t.” 

“Look at me.” He ordered, “Look me in the eye, Beanie, and tell me if I’m lying.” 

“I don’t need to look you in the eye to tell.” 

“I loved you!” Dean burst out, breathing heavily. “Hell, more than I’d like to admit. I’ve tried to get over you, but I… I can’t.” 

“Still full of-“

“Just take one look at me and tell me whether I’m lying. Please, Beanie.” 

She sighed in defeat, then gave him a long, hard look. “You’re not, are you?”

”That’s what I was tryna tell you.” She let him go, biting her lip. 

“You better be telling the truth. Otherwise I’d skin you alive. In the meantime, we’ve got your mom’s dinner party.” 

A plate of asparagus was set in front of Dean, making Ivy chuckle. “Wow, that... looks awesome.”

“To Mary.” Ivy raised her glass. “Happy birthday.” 

“To Mary.” Everyone clinked their glasses together, sipping. Sam and Jessica shared a kiss, and Dean smirked. 

“What do you say, later we get you a cheeseburger?” She grinned, leaning closer to him. 

“You’re an angel.” Dean whispered.

“I know.” 

“How’d you become such a cool chick?” 

“Ask my dad, not me.” 

“All right. Jess and I actually have another surprise for Mom's birthday.” Sam announced, turning to Jessica. “Ah... You wanna tell 'em?” 

“They’re your family.” Jessica insisted. 

“Alright.” 

“What?” Mary asked excitedly. “Tell me what?” Sam held up Jessica’s hand, entwined with his, a ring flashing on it. “Oh my God! That's so wonderful.” We all stood up sans Dean, hugging each other. 

“Don’t forget the boys, Sam.” Carter grinned, clapping Sam on the shoulder. 

“Oh, come on, Carter.” Quinn chastised with a smile incredibly similar to Carter’s. What is he thinking? They’re twins, of course they’d be similar. “We’re so happy for you.” 

“And come to think of it,” Ivy teased, hugging Jessica, “you were both shyer than Carter in his teens when you met each other.” 

“Oh, shut up.” Sam rolled his eyes playfully. 

“That’s no way to talk to your marriage planner. Now, c’mon, we need to break out the champagne! And no, Lily, you’re underage.” 

“Come on!” Lily complained. 

“Lily, just one year.” 

“One year’s too long.” 

“Sorry, bite size.” Carter smirked, sipping champagne. “You’ve gotta wait.”

“You ok?” Ivy asked, sitting down on the sofa beside Dean and offering him a beer. He gladly took it, sipping it. 

“Sammy and I don’t get along.” Dean lamented, and she shrugged. 

“He doesn’t know what he’s missing.” 

“I can fix things with Sam. I can make it up to him. To everyone.”

”Doesn’t make a lick of sense, dude.” She took a sip. “My alternate version, what did she say to you before she died?” 

“She called me a dumbass.” He grinned, then faltered. “Said that she didn’t want to die so soon, but she had no option. She made me promise that I wouldn’t blame myself for her death, even though I’m the one that did it.” 

“She asked you to do it, right?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Then don’t blame yourself.” She shrugged, then laughed. “She sounds like a smart girl.” Ivy turned, seeing him staring with the same look as yesterday. “What?” 

“You’re so much more happier here.” He chuckled. “It’s relieving. To know that if all that crazy shtick hadn’t happened, you might be… who you are now. You wouldn’t be so hard set, so averse to new opportunities-“ 

“What new opportunities?” 

“This.” With that, he cupped her cheek, kissing her. He pulled back almost instantly running a hand through his hair as he internally cursed himself for kissing someone who was a stranger to him in this world. “Damn, Ivy, I’m so sorry-“ He was pulled back in for another kiss, Ivy holding his shirt but then cupping the nape of his neck. Then something seemed to switch, and she pulled back, standing up. 

“No.” She shook her head. “I’m sorry, but… no.” Ivy let out a breathless chuckle, shaking her head as she ran a hand through her hair. “Whatever this is? It comes from your love for your Ivy, not me. I can’t replace her, Dean. I’m not rough around the edges like she is. My family’s alive, Dean, and i’d very much like it to stay that way, but we need to get you back. To your family.” 

“I’ve only got Sammy left in my world.” He frowned, “I’m not sure I want to go back.” 

“Well, you need to, buddy.” She clapped his shoulder. “C‘mon, let’s get you to wherever the Djinn was.” 

“First…” He held a finger up, “I need a silver knife.” 

“You kidding me?! It’s 12 in the morning!” 

“I still need it!” 

“Fine, but get the largest one, yeah? I’m waiting in the Impala.” 

“You don’t have the-“ She held up the keys. “Yeah, should’ve known you’d swipe ‘em from my pocket.” 

“Mhmm. Meet me in the car.” 

Ivy was tapping the steering wheel impatiently when Dean got in, holding up the knife. Then after him came Sam. 

“Sam?!” She hissed to Dean. 

“Wha…” He turned to see Sam. “What are you doing here?” 

“I’m coming with you.” He panted.

”No, he’s not.” Ivy refused. 

“You're just gonna slow us down.” Dean grimaced. 

“Us?!” Sam exclaimed indignantly. “What, is Dean some undercover cop?” 

“You could say that.” Ivy huffed. “Sam, this is dangerous and you could get seriously hurt.” 

“Well, tough.” 

“You’re not leaving, are you?”

”Nope.” 

“Ok, but don’t blame me and go crying to Jessica if you get hurt.” She floored it, driving off. 

“What's in the bag?” Sam asked, spotting the bag in between Dean and I. 

“Nothin’.” Dean sighed. 

“Nothin’?” 

“Nothin’.” 

“Fine.” He grabbed the bag, starting to open it. 

“Sam, you don’t wanna know what’s inside.” Ivy groaned. 

“Oh really?” He took out the container of blood, making her shake her head. “Blood?” 

“We needed a knife dipped in lamb’s blood.”

”You needed a silver knife dipped in lamb's blood, why?” 

“There’s this thing, a Djinn. We need to hunt it.” Dean explained. 

“Stop the car.” Sam ordered. 

“This is why I said you shouldn’t come along.” Ivy snapped. Sam pulled out his phone, dialling a number. 

“I mean, you guys are obviously having a psychotic breakdown, and-“ She grabbed his phone, throwing it out the window. 

“We’re not psychotic. This here? It’s real.”

”My phone-“ 

“Tough, kid.” She sighed. “Listen to me and listen to me carefully, Sam. I’m not a police officer. I’m what people like me call a hunter. And I hunt demons, ghosts, you name the supernatural creature, I hunt it. Dean does too. A Djinn grants wishes, and Dean here seems to be stuck in one. Got it?” 

“What about Carter? Lily, Quinn, Nate, do they know this?” 

“Nope. They don’t know a thing, and you’re not gonna tell anyone, you hear me?” 

“Loud and clear.” 

“Good. Now sleep.” 

“But-“ 

“Sleep.” 

They pulled up at the Djinn’s hideout, and Sam woke up with a jerk. “Where are we?” 

“Not in Kansas.” Ivy quipped, getting out of the car. “We’re in Illinois.”

”And you think there’s something in there?” 

“Yeah.” She nodded exasperatedly. “Yeah, he does. Let’s go.” They headed inside, but found nothing. Yet. 

“See? There’s nothing. C’mon, l-let’s just go.” There was a sound, and Sam yelped. “What the hell is that?”

”Stay behind me and keep your mouth shut.” Dean ordered. They stalked through the halls, then they split. Ivy checked on the bodies hanging from the stands, muttering under her breath. “What if that's what the Djinn does? It doesn't grant you a wish, it just makes you think it has.” Dean wondered, making her join them. 

“Listen, it might come back-“

”What if I'm like her? What if I'm tied up in here some place? What if all this is in my head? I mean it could, you know, maybe it gives us some kind of supernatural acid, and then just feeds on us slow.” 

“That doesn’t make sense.”

”It's - it's like more and more like I'm catching flashes of reality. You know, like I'm in here somewhere, and I'm - I'm catatonic, and I'm taking all this stuff in but I, but I can't snap out of it.”

”Yeah, OK, look. Yeah, yeah, yeah, you're right. I was wrong. You're not crazy but we – we – we need to get out of here. Fast.” Sam tried to pull Dean with him, but Dean detached himself. 

“I don’t think you’re real.”

Sam took Dean’s arms, gripping them tight. “Dude, you feel that? You feel this? I'm real. This is not an acid trip. I'm real, and that thing is gonna come down here and kill us for real. Now, please—“

”There’s one way to be sure.” Dean pulled out the knife.

”Woah, what are you doing?” 

“It’s an old wives’ tale. If you’re about to die in a dream, you wake up.” 

“No, no, no, no, no, no, no. That's crazy. All right?” 

“Do it, Dean.” Ivy urged, stepping forward. 

“You stay back!” Sam snapped harshly. Everyone appeared, surrounding him. “Why did you keep digging? Why couldn’t you leave well enough alone, Dean?” 

“Because this isn’t real.” Dean shook his head. “Ivy’s meant to be dead.” 

“She’s alive here.” Carter insisted. “You love her. Don’t lose her.” 

“It's everything you want. We're a family again. Let’s go home.” Mary pleaded. 

“I'll die.” Dean whispered. “The Djinn'll... drain the life out of me in a couple of days.” 

“But in here, with us, it'll feel like years. Like a lifetime. I promise. No more pain. Or fear. Just love and comfort. And safety. Dean, stay with us. Get some rest.” 

“You don't have to worry about Sam anymore.” Jessica smiled. “You get to watch him live a full life.”

”Don’t listen.” Ivy begged. “What’s dead should stay dead, Dean. You’re not going to get anything out of this.”

”Why is it our job to save everyone? Haven't we done enough? I'm begging you.” Sam stepped forward, holding out his hand. “Give me the knife.” 

“Do it.” 

“I’m sorry.” Dean lifted the knife, plunging it into himself-

I gasped, my eyes flying open as I tried to sit up, but my head collided with wood. Straight wood. 

“What’s going..?” I panted, looking around, but meeting the boring sight of oak each time. “Am I in a coffin?” 

I started banging on the ceiling, yelling out. 

“HELLO?!”

”IS ANYONE THERE?!”

”I’M BURIED ALIVE!”

Oh boy.

A/N Time!

I feel like I should explain this episode. Dean loves Ivy, as he revealed, but his idea of a dream world with Ivy is her living the life she was supposed to, where her family’s alive. It’s also where she’s getting with him on HER terms (my sweet boy’s a gentleman) and not because it’s what he wants. And she encourages him to stab his elf because the Djinn made a mistake when interpreting that Ivy’s ‘always on Dean’s side’ because she encouraged him to break free.

Anyway, that’s enough wafflin’ from me.

Love y’all, and feel free to comment, reblog and like!

Arty :)

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[tobiasdrake]

Now that Story Time's over, we can get to work keeping the promise I made to my personal temporal admirer. And also Serai.

Okay, team. We should expect not to have the element of surprise because I just leaned over the edge and shouted a message for the past into the clouds. I do not apologize.

I know we're all a little freaked out about Hollow TIA over there but if we grit our teeth and bear with it, I'm sure we can adjust.

We are here to carry out two tasks: To butcher the Catalyst with extreme prejudice and to commit catastrophic amounts of vandalism. I'm pretty sure we're all familiar with the process of aggravated homicide so I don't think we need to dwell much on the Catalyst's part of the plan.

For the other, here's how we're breaking it down.

Plan A: Find a way to disable the cloud cover and instead restore the Sky Base's original functionality as a climate regular. I call this the boring option.

Plan B: Find a way to pilot the Sky Base and send it crashing down directly into Fort Fleshy, preferably aiming for whatever looks like the most elaborate part of the building. I call this the fun option. But I have reluctantly agreed to try the boring route first.

So I guess we should refrain from being too overly destructive until we know which option we're going with.

Turtle machines with grasping spider claws. Wow, I hate it.

Serai, remind me to set this place on fire before we put it on its collision course. Or... reprogram it, I guess. I can set it on fire while we're reprogram it, that works too.

I do not love how much of this place is open to the air below. Or the way only some parts have guardrails.

More effort was made than with Zenith Academy but there are still safety concerns to be had nonetheless.

Holy shit, I can see the Sea of Stars from up here.

Serai, I thought about this on our way here but your world has an eerie beauty to its atmosphere, despite everything. Like a captivating aquamarine floating in the ocean of the cosmos.

Sorry, I'm getting a little choked up. Let's go paint it red.

Are... are we going to have to go into space?

Hang on. Serai, you're a robot. B'st is a glass golem. Hollow Resh'an is a doll.

...the three of you probably can, in fact, go into space. But what about me and Zale? We do draw our magic from celestial bodies. Can we... like... solstice powers our way into not having to breathe or something?

That would have been way more dramatic if machines could bleed.

Well, I guess we're going to find out. I hope you just made good choices, Serai, because we're committed to them now.

Oh, what!? They have force fields up over all the damaged sections! We're fine, then. Honestly, what's even the point of locking down the sector if it's perfectly safe to access?

B'st, your shapeshifting is hilarious and makes it incredibly difficult for me to hold my concentration. XD

I'm glad to see you're getting the hang of your Living Glass body.

How much higher could there possibly be for us to go?

I can't even see the planet out the window anymore. We're so far up now, I think we might be in space space.

Why are we in space space? In what possible way is this necessary for climate regulation? I think an architect wanted to see how tall they could get away with making the structure before their boss noticed.

And if their boss was anything like Moraine, the answer is "very".

SERAI!? THE WALL IS TRYING TO SELL ME THINGS. Should I punch it, yes or no?

I don't necessarily mean that in self-defense, if we wanted to rob the wall instead.

That is a metal rock. I don't know what I was expecting the Catalyst to be but "metal rock" wasn't it. I was anticipating another flesh abomination.

I'm sorry, Serai. I may have gotten ahead of myself. I promised you a murder, but this is more of a vandalism. I will nonetheless carry out excessive vandalism with extreme prejudice for you. That's what friends are for.

*ahem*

HEY ASSHOLE! OVER HERE! I'M HERE TO FILE A FORMAL COMPLAINT! See, I've been looking all over the place since we got here and I have not seen a single wall worth hunting anywhere. I demand to know where you're keeping the Wall Meat.

Oh. I. Um. I didn't think you'd actually be able to meet me halfway on that. Okay. This is awkward.

But. If you insist.

I WILL RIP OUT YOUR METAL FLESH, GIVE ME SUSTENANCE YOU UNFEELING BASTARD, I KNOW YOU HAVE IT

Nope, I still feel ripped off. These walls suck and have nothing but these stupid fleshless turrets in them. You can't eat any of this shit.

...though apparently B'st disagrees. Alright, knock yourself out, man. I'll be over here, holding out for dessert. Thanks, B'stie!

But, honestly, as much as I'm itching to crunch my staff through that big glass eye thing on its front... I can't bring myself to do it.

This is your moment, Serai. Go ahead and finish it.

...this moment would probably be stronger if machines could bleed but I hope you found some closure in this all the same.

I don't know who that is but we'll fuck them up too. A cornucopia of violence, we are going to unleash upon this dead world.

You were a good friend to us, and to Garl. Pretty much anyone who's even mildly inconvenienced you, I am willing to bury in a shallow grave. The Cerulean Expanse has plenty of space.

[makerofmadness]

WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON

Hi uh I just need a post to scream into about the final boss fight of Earthbound while I'm playing it so excuse me while I do this (under the cut because of spoilers of course) because somehow even knowing what I did know about Giygas wasn't enough to prepare me mentally for this:

WHY THE FUDGE DOES HE HAVE NESS'S FACE?????

WHY DOES HE HAVE NESS'S ROCKIN' MOVE TOO??????????? THAT'S NESS'S SIGNATURE WHERE THE HELL DID YOU GET IT FROM WHAT THE FUDGE KIND OF CONNECTION IS THIS IMPLYING??????????????????

Pokey. Buddy. Why are you "discharging stinky gases." Are you farting.

THOUGH SERIOUSLY WHAT THE F-

THE HP SUCKER WON'T WORK :((((((

so I think Giygas is invincible or something so I'm just gonna beat the shzt out of Pokey.

I wanna consult my walkthrough but I'm also scared of spoilers :(

Ok I just went carefully and the strategy really is just "beat the shzt out of Pokey" so. Sorry kid.

why did you put a giant Ness sticker on Giygas though Pokester like tell me please. What was the point of the giant Ness face on the orb.

"DEVIL'S MACHINE????"

oh god here it comes

aaaaaand ok yeah I know what Giygas looks like already but. Jesus that's still a creepy design and. Is that breathing noises??-

"His own mind was destroyed by his incredible power. What an all-mighty idiot!" Pokey throwing shade huh-

HE'S GOING TO EAT US??????

OH GOD HELL WHAT

HE KILLED PAULA LIKE IMMEDIATELY????????? Good thing I saved those Lifenoodles.

"Poo could not turn into Giygas" that's probably a good thing actually

WHY IS HE CALLING FOR NESS

OH MY GOD. GIYGAS'S NEXT ATTACK SPECIFICALLY AVOIDED JEFF FOR SOME REASON. ON THE TURN I TELL JEFF TO SPY ON HIM-

Susceptible to Brainshock the one attack I basically never use. Nuts but Poo is at 69 PP it'd be really funny to keep him like that all fight-

welp what the heck time to try.

this turn he didn't even attack. He just calls for Ness again. What do you want????

ok I try to attack him and it actually does Damage but Paula starts crying and now Jeff and Poo are paralyzed what the fudge.

Finally, the perfect moment... *used Monkey Love* *it fails*

PSI Rockin' Omega fails the first time I use it ever. Frick.

GIYGAS DODGES. HOW????? HE'S LITERALLY THE ENTIRE SCREEN??????

Ok I know I'm being all silly but humor is genuinely just my go-to coping mechanism this is like. Genuinely horrifying.

STOP CALLING FOR NESS WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM HIM?????

well, guess it's time to go with actually doing the thing I remember hearing you're supposed to do in this fight: A hope and a prayer.

...except I have to revive Paula first 'cus she died again.

Ok so like. When my normal attacks did only 1HP at the start of the fight I thought that meant something but now I think it just means that Poo's offense really doesn't hold up against Giygas without his weapon but I didn't get his weapon 'Cus its drop is chance-based so. Yeah.

healing is becoming a pain why did I give everything to Paula

POKEY?????

DEAR GOD WHAT AM I LOOKING AT NOW

ok I prayed because I heard you needed to do that at some point and Pokey's dialogue here seemed to hint to that but. The dialogue. There's actually dialogue.

THE MR SATURNS????????

ok so the power of all those Mr Saturns praying at once managed to break this guy's defenses I guess and now the screen is trippy and wrong in a NEW way. Yippee-

WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU FEEL GOOD

THE RUNAWAY FIVE?????

GIYGAS WHAT DO YOU MEAN "FRIENDS?????"

oh hey it's Paula's dad.

I feel like this is what would happen if Void from Kirby had been an RPG fight instead of the usual Kirby style. Kirbbound AU when /j

why did I have to give Paula all the frickin' Brain Food Lunches now I need her to keep praying so I can't use them...

NESS LIFEUP OMEGA QUICKLY PAULA CAN'T DIE ON US SHE'S TOO IMPORTANT DAMMIT

Jeff get 'em (Jeff about to unleash a bazooka on an eldritch horror)

IS THAT TONY??????????? MAN I FORGOT ABOUT THAT KID WHERE'S HE BEEN THIS WHOLE TIME-

"A young woman in Dalaam woke from a dream in which Prince Poo died" so basically she dreamt about his Mu Training seriously what the fxck was that about-

GIYGAS WHY ARE YOU TALKING TO NESS LIKE YOU KNOW HIM OR SOMETHING

FRANK?????????

Ness is going to need. So much therapy after this. I mean all these kids will but especially Ness like Giygas keeps saying weird shzt to him directly.

Jeff keep firing the bazooka

NESS'S MOM

THAT DID OVER A THOUSAND DAMAGE-

WHAT THE FU-

HOW MUCH TRIPPIER IS THIS FIGHT GONNA GET???????

this whole time Jeff has been taking like. Laughably low damage from Giygas's attacks I'll admit. Idk why maybe I just equipped him with something good for this fight and didn't realize but he just took like 9 damage here or something.

though seriously WHAT THE FXCK

"Paula's call was absorbed by the darkness" THE FXCK???????

.

.

I...

I kept praying...?

Aaaaaand Pokey comes in to hint at a sequel I guess. Which. I heard he does actually appear in Mother 3 so I guess that's right-

ok I know my tone shift makes it seem like I'm taking this casually but this is really just me typing while my face is still stuck in the same expression from the shock. Hold on a second I need to process what just happened.

[aajjks]

reward!jungkook

you’re. SEETHING.

technically, you did your job. yours, jorja’s, and your boss caught jungkook in the same act all syelle’s other ex’s have committed. the marry syelle for the money, take her kindness for weakness, and then pick someone else over her. its been the same cycle over and over for over 3 years, so why is it that this same repeated cycle is different than the others?

jungkook should’ve been dead the moment he engaged with you but you wanted more and you got what you wanted.

you took and took and took until finally you were caught red-handed as planned but you grew jealous. the whole ‘my wife’ talk threw you for a loop because jungkook never talked about syelle with possessive terminology. it was always ‘her’ ‘she’ ‘his daughter’ never ‘my wife’ this and ‘my wife’ that.

is syelle forgetting that you fucked her husband more than once in the bed she laid her head in? probably, because no woman would take a used up man like jungkook. especially when they proudly admit to being in love for their mistress who doesn’t know whether to hate jungkook or hate syelle.

but what you can admit to is how PISSED you are to see syelle placing her hand on jungkook’s swollen face and caressing her thumb over his bruises.

clearly, she is giving him a second chance.

“absolutely not! are you hearing yourself, sy? look at me, sy, are the lights on upstairs? is this consensual? do you remember what he did to you?”

“i know, hoseok. i know, but i love him and we’re going to try and work it out between us”

hoseok is confused. if he had known syelle was going back to jungkook he would have never messed up his baby face but oh well. serves him right for breaking his friend’s heart and deliberately chasing a dream that would have never came true.

“you better call me if he breaks your heart again, alright?”

“i will. i will. thanks, hope”

“no problem”

“thanks jojo! see you guys later!”

with your bags loaded in the trunk of jungkook’s car, he opens the passenger door for syelle, gets in on the driver’s, and drives back home. he swears up and down that he’ll change, never cheat, and try to love you but what if…

once jungkook and sy arrive home, the first thing she does is head into the kitchen, grab a gel-fluid from inside the fridge, and instruct jungkook to ‘come here.’

“here” she says before popping the lid open, taking a scoop of her finger, and applying it to his bruises and swollen face. “this will help your face heal. it worked that one time i had hit my head on this huge machine at the hospital and left a knot but it healed in like 2 days thanks to this gel”

she’s so close to jungkook that it’s basically killing you to watch him pretend that he’s okay with this; that he’s happy. she could never make him happy like you can and to prove your point, you’re going to make their relationship a living hell.

It’s been a few days and his face is almost healed, He’s been so good to Syelle and she’s beginning to let her guard down, so to keep this process going, jungkook has decided to take his wife out on a date.

“Hey!!? Sy? I got tickets to see Dune 2- I know you love that pretty boy actor so why don’t we go and watch the movie?” He asks his wife who’s sitting on their new mattress bed- of course.

Jungkook has blocked your number and accounts so you don’t bother him anymore. And you really haven’t, good for him.

You’ve probably decided to move on and found some new dick to hop on. Jungkook looks at his wife and she smiles. “So is it a yes??” He asks like a child with hope.

He will make his marriage work. “And a week later we have dinner with my parents too.” He reminds her, oh his parents just adore their youngest daughter in law.

“Well then get ready soon- the shows tonight- i got us front seats babe.” He’s decided to completely dedicate himself to his wife age being faithful.

You were just a hiccup.

He’s starting to forget about you or how your touch felt.

And he knows that you have to- good for him.

You were a hard lesson for Jungkook that he will never forget.

[nagichi-boop]

A Star That’s Out of Reach (Chapter 2)

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I wasn’t going to post again so soon, but seeing that I’ve made solid progress on writing other chapters, I figured I’d treat you to the second chapter tonight. Hope y’all enjoy it! (Hopefully it’s not too cringey.)

— x —

“You’re sure he has the emeralds?” Shadow asked as he, Rouge and Omega charged towards Eggman’s base. 

“As certain as the red highlights in your quills,” Rouge responded playfully. “But we better hurry. Our intel is already in there.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice,” Shadow scoffed. “You two make your way towards the emerald. I’ll try and keep everyone else occupied so they don’t interfere.”

“You got it, boss,” Rouge acknowledged as they hastened their speed towards the base, which already sounded busy. “Seems like our blue friend is already causing a commotion though.”

“Then let’s make this quick,” Shadow suggested as they entered the building. “I’ll catch up with you two later.” Shadow then dashed away from the other two who stuck together and fought through the Badniks in their path.  

Shadow sped through the base, occasionally bumping over a Badnik or two. He scanned through the hallways in search of Sonic or Eggman – whoever came first – in order to distract them from getting in the way of his mission with Rouge and Omega. He heard the sound of Badniks being destroyed and optimistically rushed towards it, but as he drew close he heard a shrill scream. He turned the corner to see Amy about to be jumped by Eggman’s machines. Shadow rolled up and launched a spin dash, breaking the robots that surrounded Amy. He landed just in front of her, his back turned. 

“Sonic, you saved-“ Amy exclaimed, then paused as Shadow turned to face her. “Shadow? You’re here too? Why?”

“I heard Sonic causing a ruckus,” Shadow answered. “I assume you’re here with him to stop Eggman from doing something?”

“Yeah, Eggman has been gathering up the Chaos Emeralds, so we decided we should get them back while he only has a few.”

“How many does he have?” Shadow asked fiddling with his wrist inhibitor. 

“We think he has four,” Amy answered. “Tails reckons he’s hiding them in the lowest basement level.”

“I see,” he noted.

“Shadow, incoming!” Amy yelled out, causing Shadow to twist round and notice the swarm of Badniks headed there way. “I have an idea. Do you trust me?” Shadow looked back and nodded. “Charge a spin dash - I’ll give you a boost!” Shadow curled up and spun as fast as he could, then Amy swung her hammer at him and sent him flying into the robots. As he approached the opposite wall, he used his legs to spring back of and dash into the remaining robots, then landed by Amy, his hand pressed against the ground to stop his momentum. 

“It’s not safe for us to stay here,” Shadow commented. “More of his bots will come. We have to move.” Before Amy could react, Shadow lifted her off her feet and began swiftly gliding through the hallways, searching once again for Sonic by listening for the sound of breakage. Eventually he found himself on a bridge overlooking a lower level of the building where he found Sonic bouncing between enemies. Shadow helped Amy to her feet, then without saying a word, he hopped down and began fighting alongside Sonic. The two of them soon found themselves stood back to back. 

“Hey buddy,” Sonic greeted with a grin. “Did you come to see my awesome moves up close?”

Shadow scoffed. “You wish.” The two of them began fighting again, making quick work of the robots. “Hmph, I’ll leave this to you,” Shadow chuffed before dashing away into the hallways again. After making some distance, he tapped on the communicator on his wrist. “Rouge, Omega, they’re being held on the basement level – there should be four in total. I’m guessing Eggman will be around there, so I’ll come join you.”

“Okay, copy that,” Rouge replied. 

Shadow darted around through the hallways, quickly making his way down to the basement. Before he could find his way to his teammates, he was interrupted by Eggman. 

“Hello there, Shadow!” Eggman spoke with a wicked grin on his face. “How nice of you to drop in.” He then proceeded to fire at Shadow, who dodged his attacks with ease. 

“I would’ve thought you’d be more concerned about Sonic being here,” Shadow piped up. “It seems him and his friends are here to foil whatever plans you have.”

“There’s too many of you rodents here today,” Eggman huffed, continuing his attacks in vain. “But I know that’s not why you’re here.”

“Sonic asked for reinforcements,” Shadow lied, wishing to buy his teammates more time. “I don’t have time for this,” he remarked before using Chaos Control to teleport above Eggman’s pod, sending him crashing to the ground. Shadow glanced down into the pod and noticed a Chaos Emerald was inserted into it, so he took it been jumped back to distance himself from Eggman. “I’ll take this as a welcome gift,” Shadow mocked before making a quick exit and outpacing the pursuing bots. 

“Shadow, we only found three emeralds,” Rouge spoke through the communicator. 

“That adds up,” Shadow responded. “The doctor had one on him.”

“Gotcha, we will meet you outside then.”

Shadow switched off his communicator and continued to make his way to the entrance. It didn’t take him long before he got there though, though he had arrived before his teammates did. 

“You jerk!” Shadow heard a sudden voice yell out. He turned around to see Amy storming out with her hammer over her shoulder. She then swung it and hit the ground next to Shadow, who was very confused at this display of anger. “I can’t believe you treated me like some damsel in distress.”

Shadow felt uneasy, though he wasn’t entirely sure why. “What are you talking about?”

“You left me on that balcony instead of letting me join in the fight. You didn’t even ask if I wanted to, you just assumed I needed to be protected.” Amy turned away from Shadow and folded her arms in frustration. “I thought you understood me, but you’re no better than Sonic is.”

Shadow suddenly felt his body tense up. “So that’s how you see me?” he snarled, sounding somewhat disappointed. Rouge and Omega darted out from the base, waving at Shadow. Without saying anything, Shadow turned and ran alongside his teammates, leaving Amy all on her own. 

“That was like taking candy from a baby,” Rouge cheered victoriously. 

“Fine by me,” Shadow added bluntly. 

Rouge looked at Shadow worriedly. “You seem angry. Did something happen?”

“Nothing really,” Shadow replied dismissively. “Just Sonic’s friends getting on my nerves.”

Rouge chuckled. “Don’t they always?” She expected a response, but Shadow just quietly continued to run beside them. 

Sonic, Tails and Knuckles finally met up with Amy outside the base. She looked at them to see they had a frantic look on their face. 

“I can’t believe it,” Tails remarked in a frenzy. “The Chaos Emeralds are gone!”

“Shadow and the others have them,” Amy stated frustratedly. “I’m sure of it.”

“Rouge was here?” Knuckles exclaimed before pounding his fists together. “That good-for-nothing thief!”

“I suppose it’s still better than Eggman having them,” Sonic commented, scratching his ear. “For now, let’s get out of here!” They all made their way to the Tornado, then took off into the sky, leaving Eggman’s base in the dust. 

Evening fell and as per usual, Shadow was unable to rest, though tonight felt different. Wishing to rid himself of the unfamiliar unease in his chest, he once again ventured out of the house to his usual spot overlooking the city. He looked up at the stars, but found that he couldn’t rid himself of the grim feeling in his body. 

“Maria,” Shadow spoke to himself. “I wish you were here to tell me what I’m feeling right now and what I should do. You always seemed more attune to these things than me.” Shadow’s ear was pricked by the sound of someone approaching. He looked over his shoulder to see a silhouette approaching. He quietly waited for whoever it was to come into view before making his move. To his surprise, he recognised them. 

“…Amy?” The pink hedgehog glanced up at Shadow. “What are you doing here?”

Amy stared for a moment before puffing up her cheeks. “None of your business,” she bluntly replied, folding her arms. Shadow furrowed his brows, then sighed. 

“Whatever it is you’re mad at me for, standing there pouting isn’t going to solve it,” Shadow remarked frustratedly. 

Amy flinched a little, fully aware that the dark hedgehog was correct. “Fine, I’ll tell you.” She walked up closer to Shadow, then pointed at him. “You lied to me!”

Shadow raised an eyebrow. “Lied? About what?”

“You made it sound like you came to Eggman’s base to help Sonic, but that was just a lie to get me on your side, wasn’t it? You were just trying to distract everyone so you and your…whatever they are to you, could take the emeralds for yourself.” Amy then looked down, her eyes welling up. “I can’t believe I actually believed in you.”

Shadow’s eyes widened. “Believed…in me?” He echoed, surprised by Amy’s words. He suddenly put up his defences. “Why would you be foolish enough to believe in someone like me?”

“Because I thought we were friends,” she answered almost immediately. Shadow stared in disbelief, then become uncomfortable and turned to face the city again. 

“That doesn’t make any sense,” Shadow mumbled to himself, seemingly frustrated with himself. Amy looked at him inquisitively. “We may have had an understanding on the ARK, but that still doesn’t explain your feelings for me. I almost killed you and still could.”

Amy’s anger began to subside. “That may be true,” she noted. “But you haven’t, right? In fact, you go out of your way to help us a lot.”

“I am only doing that to keep a promise I had,” Shadow replied bluntly. 

“Are you sure that’s why?” Amy asked. “If that was really true, why would you hang out with Rouge and Omega? Why are you talking to me now?” Shadow didn’t reply, he simply gripped his arms more tightly. Amy had a look of realisation. “Could it be…you’ve not forgiven yourself for what you’ve done?”

Shadow briefly eased his tension, then turned to Amy with a frown on his face. “Don’t speak like you know me, hedgehog,” Shadow snapped shakily. “You don’t know me or what I’ve been through.”

“You’re right, I don’t,” she acknowledged. “But I do know you’re not a monster. You’re hurt and maybe you feel like it’s dangerous to let anyone in. But you don’t have to live like that. You’ve got people who care about you – Rouge, Omega, me as well.” She hesitated before speaking again. “Maria would want you to be surrounded by people who care.” Hearing that name caused a twinge in Shadow’s heart. He didn’t respond to Amy, choosing to stare at the ground while he thought about her words. “I’m not saying you have to talk to me or be my friend,” she continued. “But please don’t shut everyone out just because you think you don’t deserve it.”

“Getting close to me is dangerous,” Shadow piped up. “Maria was proof of that. It’s best for me to keep people at arm’s length so they don’t get hurt.”

“That’s not fair on you or them though,” Amy replied. “What happened to Maria wasn’t your fault, it was just an unfortunate accident. As for the things that followed, you were manipulated by those you trusted, but you still turned things around in the end. And you’ve more than made up for all of that. Besides, to deny people the chance to be your friend is doing a disservice to them. There are people who genuinely care about you and want to be close to you, Shadow.” Amy stepped closer to him. “You don’t have to let them in all at once. Just take it slow and let them in at your own pace.”

Shadow thought for a moment. “And what if I hurt them?”

“You will,” Amy bluntly replied. “But that’s normal. You can’t get close to someone without accidentally hurting one another - it’s just something that happens as you learn what makes the other person tick.” She looked up at Shadow and smiled. “The important thing is that you work together to resolve those issues and work hard not to hurt each other in the future.” Amy took a moment to think about her next words. “Kind of like what we are doing now.” Shadow glanced over at her. “We are?” Amy nodded. “We had a fight and now we are talking it through. If I didn’t care about you or want to be your friend, we wouldn’t be talking this through right now. And I’m sure the reason you’re being so open and honest with me right now is because deep down, you want the same thing.”

Shadow continued to stare at the ground, then smiled while scoffing, causing Amy to tilt her head in confusion. “You’re very interesting, you know that?” Shadow confessed softly. “I don’t know what it is about you, but you are very easy to talk to. Almost like I was with…her.” Amy looked at Shadow, unsure of how to react to what he said. “Wait here for a moment,” Shadow instructed before pulling out the green Chaos Emerald and disappearing. Amy stood there idly before Shadow returned, holding another two Chaos Emeralds in his hands. Amy looked at them confused. “Rouge will probably kill me when she finds out, but take these. I know that’s why you and the others were there after all, and they’ll see more use with you.”

Amy reluctantly took the Chaos Emeralds, particularly taking interest in the red one. She smiled warmly. “I love the red Chaos Emerald,” she chirped.

“I figured,” Shadow added. “I noticed you seem to like red a lot, so I chose this emerald specially for that reason. Consider this my apology gift.”

Amy beamed, then wrapped her arms around Shadow, who was at a loss for words. “Thank you, Shadow!” Shadow stood stiffly, baffled at what to do. He wasn’t really used to this sort of display of affection, but he didn’t mind it either. Amy backed away and was grinning contently. “And I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have been so quick to assume you had ill intentions. I’m sure you had your reasons for what you were doing.” 

The two of them stood side by side, gazing at the stars. Shadow then glanced down at Amy, admiring how the moon was shining gently on her face. After staring for longer than he planned, he looked away and scratched his chin anxiously. 

“I should probably take you home now,” Shadow stated. “It’s getting late.” “Actually, if it’s okay with you, I’d like to stay here with you for just a little longer.”

Shadow paused, then smiled peacefully. “Okay then.”

[analiavs]

In Which Harper Loses His License

Warnings: source material warnings apply, dubcon, drugging, transformation

Summary: Harper decides to make Remy’s dreams come true.

Pairing: Remy x Bull

Inspired by other tumblr posts 🌚

The end goal of the experiment was to quicken the speed of the transformation and increase production by turning the pill into a gas form that they’d use while hooked up to the machine.

Maybe it was too many drugs at once, but honestly as long as it improved his profit margins he was fine with it. It wasn’t like he understood the science behind it. Though it was his bigg- most productive bull. If he were to be permanently addled by the experiment that would be a shame. He averted his eyes while Harper applied the purple cream.

“Now before we start up the machine we’ll let the mist take effect.” He didn’t respond to Harper. Just wanting it to be over with already. Harper was setting up the machinery when he gasped dramatically.

“Oh my! I forgot the capsule. Sorry, I’ll be right back.” Harper said. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes and glared at the doctor instead.

“What have I said about wasting my time Harper.” He snarled, hoping to intimidate him. But the freak seemed unaffected.

“Sorry boss. I must of got too excited. I’ll be right back.” He gave him a creepy smile before running out of the room. He really needed to put that freak in his place, but he’d probably enjoy it.

He gave him a couple minutes. Even his bull was starting to look impatient. His poor dick was throbbing just staring at the machine. Time was money and maybe he had a tiny sliver of sympathy for the bull. He went to go find Harper, but soon discovered that the door was locked from the outside. He banged angrily on the door, but it wouldn’t budge.

“Bull, come push this door open. Now!” Immediately, it moved to obey. The bull was taller and more muscular than himself. A truly magnificent stud. White hair and white black-tipped horns were unique, but it made him all the more valuable. But even his prized bulls attempts were futile.

“What good are you then!” He yelled at it. It just blinked and looked down at him hopefully in shame. He turns around in anger. But to his shock he feels it ruffling his hair afterwards. He turned back around.

“You're not allowed to touch me!” He screamed trying to ignore the heat on his face. It had the nerve to roll its eyes and gave out a lackluster moo. Whatever he had bigger things to worry about.

When pink smoke started filling the room he got another problem . The first couple breaths of it started making him feel lightheaded. Then, very quickly he could feel his blood racing as he grew aroused.

Of course he’d never tried the stuff on himself but he almost couldn’t believe it was so potent. He noticed himself squirming and took a glance at the bull. It was sitting down and trying to breathe slowly. It’s massive penis looking almost painfully swollen.

He could feel drool pooling in his mouth. He tried to ignore it, but it was like it was the only thing he could think about. He stripped trying to relieve some of the pressure. But now ideas were starting to fill his head. It would break his own rules, but locked in this room who would know right.

“Hey! Bull get over here and make me feel good!” He commanded. He expected it to just obey but instead it took a deep breath before speaking.

“Sorry. Can only use the machine, or a cow if I’m good. Above all… I must keep a reserve for the merchandise.” It was speaking and disobeying him. Usually anger and punishments would have followed, but all he could feel was desperation.

“Forget that. Shouldn’t you want to make your master feel good?” His voice had a whiny pitch now. If anyone heard him like this they might find themselves in the underground. But the bull was steadfast.

“Huff… only cows allowed.” Despite how heavy it was breathing, it refused to budge from its spot. How wasn’t it as desperate as he was? He was unbearably horny. If the stupid thing wanted a cow so bad, he would give it one. He quickly got down on his hands and knees and turned around to show it his ass. Shaking it to try and tempt it he forced the sounds out,

“Moo… moo moo” He tried, but it was still unaffected.

“Moooo” He whined out when it didn’t work. By now he was fully hard and his precum dripped onto the floor. He wanted to cry. Suddenly, the bull leapt onto his back. It grabbed his hair and hissed into his ear,

“Just remember you begged for this.” It kept him bent over and fingered him. It was using the purple jell. But he was too far gone to care. When it pressed on his prostate. He squeaked and came. But instead of feeling relieved he felt even hornier.

“Come on, fuck me already.” He whined rubbing against the fingers eagerly.

“What’s that? A lowly bull like me can’t understand.” At that a desperate whine escaped his throat. Was this bastard teasing him, he’d definitely make him pay for this.

“Mooooo” He almost couldn’t believe he’d said it, but he was uncontrollably desperate. He heard the bull chuckle and then he felt something bigger pressing against his asshole. Finally, he couldn’t stop his moan of joy once it started slowly pressing in. It gripped his waist tightly while it pushed in. All he could do was squirm, it wouldn’t hurry up despite his whines. Soon he felt it press against his prostate, he saw stars and came again. Two in a row was stretching it even when he was young, but he almost felt more energized from it. The bull had stopped, while he tightened around him. Which was kind of it, but right now he just wanted to get fucked.

Eventually it started slowly pushing in again. He knew it was finally all the way in when he felt two hefty balls pressing against his thighs. Its dick was massive. Just having it inside him had his eyes rolling up. The little bit of sense he had left told him it was a good thing it hadn’t shoved it in. It even waited for his body to adjust. His desperate little moos weren't enough to break its self control.

“Don’t worry little cow I’ll ruin you like you want, but I don’t want to break you.” It snorted behind him. It better not be mocking him. The gentle kiss it laid on the top of his head before he could respond made him tremble. His knees were already starting to get sore and they hadn’t even started yet. An unbearable amount of time later it leaned into his ear.

“I’m gonna start now.” Before nibbling gently on it. His moan from the kiss raised in pitch when the bull finally started moving. It kept its grip firmly on his waist, going slowly instead of going full throttle.

He mooed his discontent, but the bull just cooed at him.

“I know sweety, just be patient.” Stupid bull needed to show him the respect he deserved, but his reprimand turned into moans. It was timing its thrusts. The self control was ridiculous. In contrast, he was nearly in tears out of desperation.

“You’re a cute little heifer, it’d be a shame to break you. When the drug takes its full effect on me, I want your body to be nice and prepared. I want to fuck you stupid not crazy.” Full effect?! So it got worse than this, a piteous moo came out of him. But the bull simply kept cooing sweet nothings into his ear. It was enough to make him come again.This time the bull kept moving while he tightened around him, but it was still gentle. He moaned happily.

Slowly but surely, the bull started speeding up. It made sure not to let go of his waist and so it kept full control of the pace. But it felt good enough that he was starting to moan with each thrust. The drug must heighten sensitivity. This was miserable, no wonder the cattle hated it. The pleasure was immense, but the all-consuming lust was indescribable.

When his bull was finally thrusting at an acceptable speed, he couldn’t help giving encouraging moos. Which now spurred the bull.

“Ugh, I’m losing control. But you should be ready by now.” It grunted. When it finally let go of his waist, it fully mounted him. He almost expected it to be all talk, but the hard thrust that forced a surprised squeal out of him told him otherwise. He was finally getting the fucking he wanted. His eyes rolled into his head as moans and moos poured out of his throat. He came and his bull let out a bellow as it came into him.

Then he was flipped onto his back and the bull was fucking him again with a growl. He couldn’t help the delighted moan. More… more… more, sex was the only thing in his mind. Earlier his moos had been begrudging at best, but now they were enthusiastic.

When he came again and a coherent thought manifested, he was glad no one could see him. In the missionary position, his nipples were accessible and his bull wasted no time taking advantage. It started sucking on one while keeping its pace.

“Stupppid, I don’t have any milk. Ah! Moooo” The added stimulation gave him another orgasm. It was all over his bull's stomach instead of the floor which was a bonus. But with his ass leaking cum who was the real winner…

When he finally had his first dry orgasm, his bull was still going strong. The drug was still wreaking havoc on his system, but he was cognizant enough to realize that he was going to need a couple days to recover from this. He couldn’t even move his hips anymore. He was practically a cocksleeve. A delirious moo came out his lips. The bull would orgasm and then put him into a new position. It had to be showing off.

He’d lost track of how many orgasms they’d both had. Even his stomach was swollen from all the cum. Currently he was riding cowgirl, the bull moved him up and down leisurely. The frenzy from earlier had finally slowed down. His belly was swollen from all the cum in him. It wrung one last orgasm out of him before coming itself with a bellow.

He was no longer horny. In fact with the drug wearing off he felt sore, sticky, and exhausted. Instead of just dropping him after having got its fill the bull pulled him up towards its face and licked the cum off his body. Had he been the one doing the ravaging, he would have left his partner laying on the ground without remorse.

Instead when he was as clean as he could be under the circumstances, the bull sat him on his lap and rubbed his hair gently. It patted his stomach almost apologetically. He sighed as he felt some cum spurt out of him. His mind was slowly coming back to him. If he was a better person he might reconsider using the drugs to make the cattle more productive. He would certainly be laying low until he went back to normal.

He wasn’t sure how long they’d laid there resting when he started dozing off. He jumped awake when the door opened. Almost ready for a fight, but his bull cradled him protectively. He’d been dressed in his sleep, which he was grateful for, he’d rather his employees not see him naked.

Dr. Harper walked in with a creepy smile on his face. He went to jump up and wring his neck, but a stab of pain left him collapsed on his bull.

“Thank you for your participation in the experiment. I’m sure the results will be even better than expected. I’m afraid Subject 41 will need to go back to his pen for the night. And you will probably benefit from a good night's rest.” Before he could respond the bull huffed and stood carefully. It made sure he was stable before stepping off. It glared at Harper before walking off presumably to its pen.

He took a couple awkward steps to get his bearing back before getting up in Harper’s face.

“You’ll get your punishment for this little stunt tomorrow morning.” Harper had the gall to look confused.

“But I just gave you what you wanted? I saw how you couldn’t take your eyes off my dick during my eh… indiscretion. Like you wished you were the cow. I’m simply making your dreams a reality.” He said blithely.

He swung his arm to sucker punch him, but Harper grabbed his wrist.

“None of that now. You wouldn’t want your dream to turn into a nightmare now would you.” His whole personality shifted to something much more ominous. Worse, he was being threatened. He never should have started working with the psychopath. Bile rose in his throat. He wrenched his arm out of Harper’s grip and staggered off. Maybe Briar could help deal with him. But it would be humiliating to admit that the whelp got the better of him. But he could be a threat to them all.

He went straight to the mansion. Thankfully it was late enough that there were no employees around. The first thing he did was take a thorough bath. Even so, cum was still leaking out. He pressed on his stomach and felt another spurt of cum drip down his thighs. Bitterly he wiped it up with a towel. He got dressed and just went to bed in defeat. He’d just bathe again in the morning.

When he woke up his whole body was sore and his head was spinning a little bit. He was barely able to stand up. To his annoyance, he had a heavy limp. There was no way he was going to be able to keep things discrete. He was going to have to power through it. Morning rounds and then all day at the riding school…

But he couldn’t let Harper think he’d won. He settled into the warm water for another bath. He scrubbed off the remnants of the day before. He felt something on his thigh and almost jumped out of the water. He reached back to grab it and yelped in pain. He jumped out of the tub and rushed to his mirror. To his horror, he looked like one of the stupid livestock.

His ears flicked up and down. Not to mention his pathetically tiny horns. He looked nothing like the studs on the farm. In fact, his ass was fatter and his hips were wider. Like a fucking cows.

“Moo?! I mean the fuck!” He’d only had one exposure to the drug. Was the new experimental version that effective? This was potentially great for his profits, but horrible for him. He needed this undone immediately. Fuck rebanishing Harper to the asylum, he was going to get lost in the fucking moor.

He made sure to hide his new additions before stomping out to find his employees.

“I have business in town today. Close the school for the day, regular farm operations. I’m telling the bull to trample whoever tries to break the rules so keep your fucking hands to yourselves.” He heard some grumbling behind him as he left.

He went to release his bull and give it permission to trample. With one sniff of fresh air he realized his nose was much more sensitive. Even if he didn’t already have the pen location memorized he could have found it just based on scent. When he entered the pen the sight of his bull made him inexplicably happy. He could feel his tail moving beneath his pants.

“Moo…!” He slapped his hands over his mouth. His bull didn’t look surprised though.

“The only cow I’ll never want.” It spoke affectionately. He could feel his face heating up. He resisted the urge to go to its side and tried to give his command like he was unaffected.

“I have business in town today. So make sure the farmhands don’t do anything untoward to the rest of the cattle.” With that done he rushed out of the pen. His bull didn’t follow after him, but he swore he could hear it chuckling.

He drove his car into town. Great he hadn’t even considered how the horses would regard him now that he was transformed. He’d passively let the horses foster a sort of superiority complex towards the cattle. What if they wouldn’t respect him anymore. Harper was going to pay for this.

Thankfully the brothel was on the outskirts of town. He stomped straight into Briar’s office. Briar didn’t even react to his peace being disrupted.

“You too good for an appointment now Remy? I’m a busy man, you know?” He said sipping from a wine glass.

“Shut the fuck up, you don’t do anything all day.” He snarled before he could control himself. But Briar just looked amused.

“Ooh feisty… what’s got your panties in a twist this time?” He stomped a foot in anger.

“Shut up! I’m not feisty you-” Briar cut him off.

“Don’t you ever get tired of being a brat?” He sighed. “Just tell me what you want. Though I can hazard a guess… you look different.” His blood ran cold.

“Mmm you're quiet now aren’t you. You're a stupider slut than I thought if you got high off that shit. And fucked from the looks of it.” Briar taunted him. Uncomfortably close to the truth.

“Shut up! That’s not what happened! I don’t look different either.” He couldn’t help another stamp of his foot. Of course Briar was going to be a bitch about this.

“If you wanted some dick you could have always asked me nicely. Now let me see what’s happened to you. And before you bitch, either obey or get out. I don’t owe you anything. Don’t worry I’m not fucking Leighton, so this’ll just be between us.” Something about Briar’s grin unsettled him. Is this how the merchandise felt…

If he got his revenge in the end, he could take a little more humiliation. He stripped quickly and as unsexily as possible. Briar just laughed from the couch. He faced him from the front, so the tail thankfully wasn’t visible. But sadistic as ever, Briar patted his head to show he wanted the cowboy hat off too. His hands trembled. Once he saw the horns and ears, Briar’s face lit up. He didn’t laugh yet. Briar patted his lap.

“Now come sit on daddy’s lap and tell him all your problems.” He cooed. It wasn’t a request. He tried to ignore the way his tail bounced against his thigh as made his way over to Briar. Before he could sit an arm wrapped around his waist and pulled him onto Briar’s lap.

“I never really saw the appeal of your little operation but I kind of understand now.” A hand came up to play with one of his nipples. He tried to swat it off.

“Come on, let's play a little game. Tell me how this happened while I satisfy my curiosity. And I don’t take half your herd for my operation.” That was an open threat. He squirmed on his lap while he told the story.

“I wasn’t like this last night. That stupid doctor did this to moo. He drugged me and a cow with the drugs the farm is developing. And I woke up like this.” He heard Briar chuckle. He squeaked when his tail was yanked on. He shifted his hips up to where he was being pulled.

“That hurts mooo.” Briar ignored his complaints. Shifted up, Briar spread his ass cheeks and burst out laughing seeing the evidence left over from the day before.

“A cow did this? Don’t make me bend you over my lap.” Caught in a lie, he had no choice but to confess. And he didn’t want to get punished. It wasn’t like he was scared of him or anything, but trapped on his lap he had no choice to comply.

“It was a bull…”

“Aw you’re slutty little mind couldn’t take it. Right. Say it.” Even if he was cooing it, he could hear the order. Briar had always been the most dominant in their little group. This transformation had only served to lengthen the difference between them. Suddenly, he felt he was in a very dangerous position.

“I was drugged. I wasn’t in my right moo!” Briar’s hands started rubbing his butt.

“Then you wouldn’t mind giving me that bull of yours. I could put him in some killer shows. If he’s this much of a stud.” Briar’s tone was like they were making regular small talk. But he felt like a raccoon in a trap.

“No way!” He shot back too quickly. He cursed internally, he’d been much too obvious. He heard the glee in Briar’s voice.

“Oh little Remy has a crush. Or is it Remoo now?” He said with a laugh.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head, your bull will be safe. Though I do have to wonder how a cow will run a farm...” Briar’s singsong He could feel his heart start to hammer in his chest.

“Shut up! I’ll figure out a way to fix this. Besides a whoremonger like you wouldn’t know the first fucking thing about running a farm.” He snarled, turning so he could stare Briar down.

Who lost his composure and spanked him. He yelped in pain and tried to squirm out of his lap, but Briar’s grip on his waist was too tight.

“Be quiet, it was just one little slap. Well you’ve still got some fight in you, I guess you’ll be alright. So why’d you come all the way to visit little ol me?”

“We’ve got to get rid of the doctor! He double crossed me. Who knows how long until you’re next.”

“Harper? That freak’s harmless.” Briar had the nerve to laugh.

“That’s what I thought. But look what happened to me in one night.”

“Hm, good point… I’ll take care of your dirty work, just this once but you’ll owe me.” He could hear the greed in his voice. Whatever, he was willing to cross that road when he came to it.

“Yeah yeah, get the job done then we’ll talk. I’ve got work to do.” Briar let him leave with a slap on the ass.

“Bye Remoo.” His laugh echoed off the walls as he rushed to get dressed.