#SEE? SEE? MADE YOU ANOTHER FUCKED UP sans. it's so easy when you know how the character works

[carlyraejepsans]

I was looking back through your character analysis stuff bc you are great(!) at this kinda thing and you said a sentence that has me curious in so many different ways.

"and what better scenario for this than one where 1) everyone he truly loved is already dead, and 2) there's a brand new unethical system of power ready to be taken advantage of now that he's got nothing left to lose."

In the best possible way, what the hell does this mean? What *could* this mean? I'd it referring to the obvious answer of "He starts getting LV"? Is it referring to him working up the underground's political system (becoming King for some reason)? Is it some secret third option???

Even if this is obvious or meant to be left to suggestion, I would love an expansion and/or exploration of this idea further because it is so captivating.

(Anyway, love your work! Keep it up)

BAHAHAHA, nothing that drastic, don't worry! but... sorta the second option there? not all the way to king though

king mtt ending: dystopian, celebrity king with zero leading experience and dubious mental stability (he is one stage of grief away from killing himself at any moment), takes power in his own hands, sets off a countrywide brainwashing campaign, ignores the kingdom's multiple crisis and if anyone opposes him too much they "disappear". what does sans do? why, he climbs up the social ladder (either by kissing his ass or making himself useful) and secures himself a place as his agent. he neither fights or miss l nor survives the system, he exploits it to cover his own ass, and rip bozo to the poor bastards underneath. now, with papyrus still around he'd obviously have something else left to care about and dedicate himself to after securing their own safety in the system, but if papyrus is gone, well. i don't see why he should give a fuck and not go along with whatever plans mtt has

empress undyne ending: undyne seizes power, declares war (again), expands the royal guard massively, and turns the underground into a massive military state hoping to crush humanity. what does sans do? ...well, we don't know for sure. he ends the phonecall on a rather vague threat

lots of people take this to mean that he's really, REALLY hoping undyne will kick your ass, but still acts as a passive observer. which i think is a perfectly good reading. now, i wouldn't say what I'm about to propose is canon, more like a personal theory/hc of mine... but there's another line in the phonecall I'd like to call attention to. and well. when you connect the two? considering sans' background as a scientist?

...i think they have some REALLY fun implications :]

[staytinyzen]

(Mis)delivered Confessions

Bff!San x gn Reader no gender mentioned for reader (Friends to lovers trope)

Sending a message to the wrong person.

Warnings: slight cursing for the first part? Ig that’s it

Word count: ~ 900

Part 1 | Part 2

You were lying on your sofa legs draped over the armrest, typing on your phone as you helped your friend draft a confession text.

"Y/N, I can't do this! There's no way I can tell him!" she almost yelled through the speaker.

“Girl, chill. You're overthinking it. You just have to be honest. What could go wrong?" you replied, half-listening as you typed out a possible confession for her to send.

She had been crushing on a guy in her class who she befriended on the first day but didn’t know how to take the relationship further, she was freaking out so she asked for your help before losing her mind.

“Hi, this might be random and maybe not the best time but I've been holding this in for a while… I really like you. Every time I see you, I feel like my heart is gonna explode, I can't stop thinking about you. If you’re not feeling the same, I hope this won’t change a thing in our relationship and we can continue being friends…”

You glanced over the message, feeling satisfied. You hit send.

“There, I wrote it. All you have to do is send it. Easy, right?” You said happily.

“Thank you I’ll try, can you send it?”

You were confused, “Girl I just did ?”

“I cannot see it can you send it again ?”

“Wait…” You sat up straight on your couch and looked at your phone screen.

And then... sheer horror.

Because the name at the top of the chat wasn't hers.

It was “Sannie^⩊^”

Your best friend.

Your neighbor.

“Oh fuck…” you really fucked up.

“Oh no. Oh no no no no!” you groaned, scrambling to your feet as panic set in.

Your friend asked what was happening as she had no clue what was going on.

“Oh no I did not just do that”

“Just tell me what’s happening!”

“I did actually send the message but not to you but to San… OH MY GOD!! I can’t delete it either, I have to tell him it’s not meant for him, I’m so dumb”

San.

The person you had spent countless nights watching movies with, stealing food from, and leaning on when life got rough—whether that meant venting about a bad day, sitting in comfortable silence, or simply knowing he was there, always ready to catch you when you stumbled.

Panicked, you scrambled to type:

"Wait!! That wasn’t for you! OMG, please ignore that!!"

Ironically, while pushing your friend to confess to this guy, you were pushing your own feelings to the side, not wanting to lose him, the person you cared about the most and loved so much that you preferred ignoring whatever you felt.

Yeah, great job. So much for telling your friend "it's easy" and the whole "what could go wrong?" speech.

You were panicking, even if you were to explain the situation, things would be awkward.

Soon enough three dots appeared. Then disappeared. Then appeared again.

You stared blankly at your screen.

You felt like you might throw up.

“I’ll call you later okay ?” You ended the call without waiting for her response, her crush can wait a bit.

You were still standing in the middle of your living room not knowing what to do.

Suddenly your phone buzzed:

Sannie^⩊^: “Oh. Got it”

That was it? Just “Oh. Got it”?! No teasing? No jokes? He always teased you!

Your phone buzzed again.

Sannie^⩊^ : “Who was it for?”

Your breath caught. For some reason, you didn’t want to explain the whole situation it felt too… complicated. It really wasn’t meant for him but what if it was the universe just pushing you because you’ve been hiding for a long time yet you weren’t ready for that.

So you took the coward’s way out :

“It doesn’t matter. Just ignore it.”

Sannie^⩊^: “Okay.”

The awkwardness in that one word made your stomach twist.

You groaned, throwing yourself onto your sofa. Maybe if you stayed here long enough, you’d just disappear.

But then—

A knock at your door.

You frowned. It was late. Who—

Another knock. Louder this time.

With a sinking feeling, you opened the door.

And there stood San, messy tousled hair, hoodie slightly askew, neckline slightly off, he probably just threw it on before coming over, he looked hot… and—frustrated?

“You’re seeing someone?” he blurted out, stepping inside before you could answer.

“What?” You blinked, slowly closing the door.

San ran a hand through his hair, his jaw tense. “You wouldn’t tell me who that text was for. And it wasn’t me. So who is it?”

You gaped at him. “Why do you care?”

His eyes flickered. “I—” He hesitated, then scoffed. “I don’t. I’m just… surprised, that’s all.”

“San.” You crossed your arms. “Are you jealous?” You asked trying to joke and ease the tension.

He scoffed again—too quickly. “No.”

But his ears were red.

Your heart pounded. “Then why are you here?”

He opened his mouth. Closed it. Looked away. “I just… I thought—” He exhaled sharply. “I thought I had more time.”

Your breath caught. “Time?”

His gaze locked onto yours, raw and unguarded. “Time before you fell for someone else.”

Silence…

A shaky laugh escaped you. “San…”

He swallowed hard. “Tell me it wasn’t supposed to be me.”

You hesitated. A part of you wanting to explain the misunderstanding.

His voice dropped almost whispering“Tell me, and I’ll drop this.”

Your heart screamed at you, but you were frozen.

Maybe you were meant to send that text to him after all.

Next

[mingwrites]

Any thoughts on ateez and subspace?? Literally anything I'm just curious

omg DEFINITELY thank u for asking nonnie,,,

ateez & subspace

seonghwa had entered subspace just a few times before. typically, it would happen right after a concert, when the man had just been on top of the world and in full control of thousands when it came to his fans' excitement. you would be lying if you said the switch in him didn't give you whiplash, but it also made sense; after such a high high, there was nothing left for him to do but be put in his place. after looking out for his fans all night, he needed to be looked after. and you took good care of him.

hongjoong got you into subspace on the regular. he loved punishing his naughty little kitten when they acted up-flirting with other men and wearing provocative outfits when he couldn't rip them right off you. he was a born leader in every way, and he loved to, needed to assert his dominance. he stripped you of your humanity in those moments, leaving you a whining, begging mess of a hole.

the first time yunho saw you in your subspace, it freaked him out a little. he wasn't used to having that intimate and profound power over another person and seeing you mindlessly beg for his dick, beg to be punished, beg to be nothing more than a little fuck-thing made him feel...weird. as much as his dick liked it, he worried about you. so he played your game, made you his fuck-thing, before pulling you back up for air with the most gentle and loving aftercare you had ever received.

yeosang entered subspace once. you were experimenting, trying out pegging, and you had him on his hands and knees. "on your elbows," you told him, and he obeyed, laughing a little bit out of discomfort as his ass was left sticking up in the cold, still air. "good boy," you whispered in your deepest, most sultry voice, and the moan that came out of him was something you never thought you'd hear; it was high pitched and breathy, innocent like a child yet filthy like an animal. "thank you, mommy," he said before you had your way with him.

san found it amusing to see you in subspace. it stroked his ego to see you submit your entire being to him, your legs spread wide, cheeks flushed and as a whole, disheveled. his favorite thing in the world was being your daddy-taking care of you the way you needed him to, having your permission to use you the way he needed, and making you all his. his second favorite thing was cuddling you afterwards.

mingi reacted similarly to yunho upon seeing you submit to him completely. he almost didn't know what to do with himself at first. but he grew into his role as your dominate, seizing the opportunity and taking full advantage of you, more specifically your body. abusing every hole, making easy work of your tits and your clit, turning you into a helpless plaything-this man knew how to make the most out of you, and he loved doing it.

wooyoung entered subspace just about every other night. as a switch, he's familiar with both roles and has no problem diving into either head first. this doesn't mean he's a good submissive, however. the brat of all brats, wooyoung managed to make your life hell even when in subspace. "mommy, that's not good enough," "i need more, please, mommy," "i'll be a good boy, just let me cum!"

jongho would never say it out loud, but he loved when you slipped into subspace. it made him feel so big and powerful, while his fragile little darling sobbed for his dick, fingers and mouth. sometimes, he would get rough and manhandle you because the sight and sound of you completely sent him into overdrive, making him forget to be gentle with his baby. he only got shy after you returned to normal, often commenting on his eagerness or his strength, which caused him to blush and giggle.

[daddyfordaeddy]

Pairing: San x f! Reader

Word Count: 2269

Warnings: cursing, talks of insecurity about your nether regions, too much league of legends talk, none otherwise (smut warnings under cut)

Genre: smut, fluff, rated M for mature, established relationship au

Summary: You lost a bet to San, and now he gets to do whatever he wants

Smut warnings: fingering, oral (male & female receiving, fem focused), blindfold, dirty talk, spit play, light bondage (yn's tied to a chair), multiple orgasms

I’m only doing a couple of the February Filth Fest, and this is day/track 25! free use/spit play, and i chose the latter (once more)! i know almost nothing about spit play so i hope its good!

And if you want to know what other days I’m doing? You’ll just have to wait and see ;) This is the second to last one!

-

“Baby, can you come here for a minute?” Your boyfriend, San, calls for you and your head pops up from the book you were reading. It wasn’t very interesting anyway, something you had to read for class, so you have no qualms about putting it down and seeing what San needs. He’s currently in the computer room, waiting for you with a large and mischievous grin on his face.

“What’s that look for,” you laugh, approaching him and leaning down to peck his lips. “You look like a cat who swallowed a bird.” San pouts at the analogy but he can’t really fight it.

San sighs, his eyes crinkling with a smile and you can’t help but kiss him again at the adorable sight. “I just had an idea. Hear me out, okay?”

You laugh but plop into your chair next to him. “Shoot.”

“So.” San seems almost embarrassed but the smile on your face doesn’t waver and he squares his shoulders. “I was wondering if you’d be willing to bet with me. You know how you’ve been playing league pretty competitively lately?”

You nod. Your friends roped you into playing ranked games with them and you’ve somehow made your way as a platinum player. Every so often, San would join you and your friends in playing games and every time he does, you’re reminded of how he used to be a diamond level. “Yeah, why? You wanna play again?”

San chuckles. “Kind of. I don’t want to go the competitive route again, but I want to play one game with you.”

You narrow your eyes playfully. You may be good now, but you’re pretty sure San has been practising behind your back. “What do I get if I win?”

San’s smile grows wider. “You can do whatever you want with me in bed. But the same goes for me if I win. Deal?”

You hum. “Sure, but we get to pick each other’s champions.”

Without another word, San holds out his hand and you give it a firm shake. “I’ll have you play Neeko.”

You snort. “Well, you picked so nicely you can play Akali. I’d let you be Graves but I’ve never played against one.” San leans over to smack your leg but you dodge it with a giggle.

San sighs but his eyes are full of fondness. “Of course, so kind. Now, I hope you’re ready to get your ass beat.” His words are tender but he’s not playing around. He’s both competitive and horny and he’ll do whatever to win. And you won’t lie, you’re enjoying the idea of it too.

“I think you might be talking to yourself, Sannie,” you wink. “I hope you like getting pegged.”

-

The beginning of the match was fairly easy. The bots, of course, were evenly matched and you and San were fairly even. Although you tend to scale more late-game and San does best in mid-game, you were playing it safe.

“Ah, fuck!” You squawk when the opposing top just shows up, stunning you and San lands his first kill. “That was so mean,” you complain and San chuckles, leaning past his computer screen to pat your knee.

“Sorry, baby, that’s the game,” he hums before narrowing his eyes to reconcentrate. You find it hotter than you should. Unfortunately, after your death, San got a leg up and it’s hard to pick up the slack. And with how close the two of you were in skill, that small difference turned into a big difference. In no time whatsoever, your nexus is already on the brink of death and no matter how hard you try, you end up losing.

“Fuck,” you whine, pulling off your headphones and slinging them around your neck. “That was so close I could almost imagine my victory.”

San snickers, rolling his chair over to practically flop onto your body. “Sorry, baby, but it looks like I’m the winner here.”

You pout playfully, carding your fingers through his soft hair. “Fine, fine. What do you wanna do,” you concede, bending down to kiss his temple.

San hums but you know he’s not really thinking about it. You’ve known him long enough that you can tell that he had been planning this for a while. “I wanna eat you out.”

His words cause you to stiffen and turn your eyes away. You’ve always disliked the idea of you receiving oral. Not because you find it gross, of course. You like sucking dick, what difference is there? Your past boyfriends offered before, you just didn’t take them up on it and they didn’t press the issue. It just stems from your insecurities about your vagina, you suppose.

In your eyes, it’s too weird-looking. And you know San is just happy to do whatever but you can’t get over your mental block. But as San stares up at you, you sigh. You’re too prideful to back out. It’s not like it’s the worst thing San could’ve chosen. You just don’t like it. It’d be like if you won and wanted to peg him.

“You don’t have to if you don’t–” San tries to help you when it takes you a tad too long to respond but you shake your head.

“It’s okay. You can.”

San’s eyes brighten and his lips twitch but he sits up, a little more serious. “Are you absolutely sure? I don’t want to make you feel like you had to.” And your heart blooms with appreciation for his words. And it only makes you want to trust him more.

“I am.”

—

Your body is stiff in the chair you’re tied loosely to as you anticipate what's to come. A blindfold rests over your eyes and it's almost barely see-through so you can see the shadows moving around you but not what it is. You're not quite sure what you expect but the unsurety of it all makes your thighs clench.

“You're so tense,” San's voice floats towards you and you can almost feel his presence as he comes to stand in front of you. “Are you ready?”

At your nod, his hand comes to rest on your bare thigh, nothing covering your lower half except the hem of your shirt. “Don't worry, I'll make you feel good, baby.”

Before you can even respond, his breath ghosts over your cunt and your breath stops in your throat. He giggles at how stiff you're holding yourself before he presses a soft kiss to the junction of your inner thigh. And another. And another.

“Hurry up already,” you groan. “Can't get this over with if you take five years–” Your words are cut off as soon as San places a kiss to your clit, pleasure shooting up your spine. Your teeth sink into your bottom lip as your hips jerk at the sensation.

“Come on, don’t be shy. I want to hear all your pretty moans,” San hums, pressing another kiss to your clit as his tongue darts out to flick at it. “Taste so good baby, can’t believe I finally get to do this. Been dreaming about eating you for dessert and now I finally get to. So perfect for me.”

Your thighs are so tense, both from your nerves and from the feeling of his tongue pressing against your folds. “San–” you groan, clenching so hard you feel you may get a cramp in your hip, but San’s having none of that. His thumbs press into the junction connecting your thighs and torso, and you hiss at the pressure. “Fuck,” you groan.

You can hear the slick sounds of San lapping at your pussy, his nose pressing into your clit so perfectly you fear you may come already. His fingers are pressing slowly into you as he licks around them. “Fuck, you’re squeezing around me so well,” he groans. “So needy, look at you.”

Without warning, he spits on your pussy, and you gasp at the sensation of his saliva dripping down your heated skin. “San!” You don’t know how to react and your boyfriend chuckles at your astonishment. He bends down, licking at the mixture of your slick and his spit, kissing your clit again as he bites at the flesh.

A high-pitched whine escapes your throat as his teeth scrape against your folds and your hips kick up as you reach your high, coming with a groan. It feels like you’re about to pee, just so much more intense, and your core clenches as your head is thrown back in bliss. San’s tongue leaves your folds although his fingers are still pumping inside of you.

“Fuck, babe, I didn’t know you could squirt,” he says, voice filled with awe. “Fuck.” He spits again on your pussy, flattening his tongue to lick a long stripe up it and your breath catches at the feeling.

“Oh God,” you groan, eyes fluttering shut as your teeth work into your spit-covered lower lip. “Fuck, it’s so much, Sannie.”

San hums, mouth still pressed against your sopping cunt and if you think hard enough, you can just imagine how shiny his face must be after eating you out for what seems like hours. “You’re just so perfect, how could I stop?” he groans, the vibrations in your cunt making you twitch. “Colour?”

“Fuck– green,” you cry, trying to grind down on the chair, and San chuckles, puffing his warm breath onto your nether regions. “Sannie, please–”

Without another word, he spits onto his free hand, pressing his palm onto your clit and rubbing it in small circles. You can’t help but arch your back, whimpers and gasps leaving your lips like you’re getting paid for every sound you make. The light filtering through your blindfold is suddenly covered, and before you can even register what’s happening, San’s lips press against yours and you eagerly accept his kiss.

You can taste yourself in his mouth as you lick into it, mouth falling open as San spits in it. “Swallow,” he commands, and you rush to do so, eyes rolling back in your head as his fingers pump inside of you and the hand that was rubbing your clit moves up to pinch and knead your breast.

“Nng, San, I’m close again,” you warn, and San laughs, kissing down your neck and biting at your shoulder.

“Ah, again? So needy, begging for me,” he hums, mouth travelling down to suck at your other boob, his teeth scraping over your nipple. “You’re so pretty, (Y/N), taste so good, I could eat you up for hours.”

And, true to his word, he presses his tongue against your flushed skin, dragging it down to taste the mixture of sweat and come until it reaches your clit again. With a groan, he slurps at your sensitive bud, nipping at it.

“Shit–” you cry out, legs jerking. San laughs, drawing his fingers out of your cunt and away from your chest as he pins your legs down to have uninterrupted access. The hot muscle of his tongue slowly presses into you, flicking at your convulsing flesh so perfectly. With so many sensations overcoming your body, you feel like you might die as you reach your second orgasm of the night.

It washes over you wave after wave, and San’s tongue won’t stop pushing in and out of you at a slowing speed. “So perfect for me,” he repeats himself as he sighs against your quivering pussy. “You’re dripping so much for me. Eat you so well you can’t stop, hmm?”

“Fuck off,” you gasp, although there’s not much bite to your words. Not when San spreads your lower lips and presses his tongue impossibly further into your wet heat. “Ah, shit.”

As much as he likes to tease you, San doesn’t want to overwhelm you and he slows down, letting you come down from your high without too much overstimulation. Your body feels limp on the chair, your legs jello. You feel San’s breath on your temple right before he kisses it as he unties your wrists and pulls off your blindfold.

You blink blearily up at him, a smile forming at the sight of how wrecked he looks just as much as you. His hair is a mess and his crooked grin is shining with his spit and your slick. You grab his collar, unable to resist pulling him for another kiss as your hand wanders down to press against the obvious bulge in his slacks.

“Ah–” San sighs at the pressure, just letting you unzip his pants and pull out his thick cock, your thumb rubbing the head of it. “You don’t have–”

You interrupt him by leaning down and pressing your lips against the tip, letting your spit dribble down the length of it before enveloping half of it in your mouth. As you reach down to fondle his balls, you keep his dick resting in your mouth, spit pooling and sliding down the veins.

San looks ready to blow already, his eyes squeezed shut and his hand gripping your hair. It makes your heart and cunt throb at how beautiful he looks and you scrape your teeth gently against him. With an almost pained groan, he comes into your mouth and you swallow the bitter taste with a sigh and hum.

The hold he has on your hair loosens and his hand falls to cup your face to bring you back up to him for another long kiss. “Thanks for letting me do this,” San smiles against your lips and you tug him closer by his belt loops.

“Thanks for doing this,” you smile right back. “Next time, I’ll win.”

[ajmasch]

@here4hualian kissmas day 16: forehead kiss

“Gege, I made tea for you and your guests,” Hua Cheng announced. He brought the set over to the table where Xie Lian was talking with Feng Xin and Mu Qing and served three cups of tea. Feng Xin and Mu Qing both eyed him suspiciously when he set their cups down. Hua Cheng being nice to them was a rare occasion that automatically drew interest.

Then he handed the final cup to Xie Lian. “Here you go, Gege.”

Xie Lian barely glanced at him as he took it. “Thanks. Now, as I was saying-”

“Hold on, wait, what the fuck was that?!” Feng Xin cut him off, looking between Xie Lian and Hua Cheng, whose shoulders were drooping slightly.

“Hm?” Xie Lian asked.

“Seriously,” Mu Qing added. “You’re usually all over him the second he walks in the room.”

“And you usually complain about it,” Xie Lian pointed out.

“That’s never stopped you before! He even made us tea and nothing?”

“Gege please…” Hua Cheng tried, but Xie Lian still refused to look at him.

Feng Xin’s jaw dropped. “This is insane! What the fuck did he do?”

“San Lang knows exactly what he did.” Xie Lian crossed his arms.

“Gege, I already apologized!” Hua Cheng whined. Whined!

For the first time, Xie Lian turned to his husband, fixing him with a stern look. “San Lang also knows what he needs to do if he wants my forgiveness.”

“Gege!”

“San Lang.”

“I don’t know if I should laugh or be terrified,” Mu Qing muttered.

“Gege, it’s embarrassing!”

“Oh, so San Lang can give it out but he can’t take it?”

“I’m leaning terrified,” Feng Xin muttered back.

“Gege…” Hua Cheng genuinely pouted. Xie Lian ignored it and turned back to Feng Xin and Mu Qing. “Alright, fine!”

Xie Lian turned back, and the three of them watched as Hua Cheng’s form… shrank. Immediately, Xie Lian jumped up and ran over to his husband. With Hua Cheng’s new form, it was as if their normal height difference had reversed.

“Perfect!” Xie Lian rested his hands on Hua Cheng’s shoulders and kissed him excitedly on the forehead. He was at the perfect height to do so.

“There, Gege, I did it. Now can I-”

“Oh? San Lang thinks I’m going to let him off easy after his weeks of torment?”

“It was only a few kisses, I didn’t think it was that big of a deal!”

“Well, now San Lang can see just how much of a big deal it is when he can’t return the favor,” Xie Lian told him, kissing him on the forehead again.

“You were mad because your husband is too tall for you to kiss his forehead?!” Mu Qing blurted, unable to hold in the outburst at how ridiculous this situation was.

“San Lang was being very rude.” Xie Lian stepped behind Hua Cheng and wrapped his arms around him, relishing in being the bigger one for once. “He needed a taste of his own medicine. Besides, don’t you think he’s so cute like this?!”

Despite the sudden change in size, Hua Cheng was still Hua Cheng, and the look he leveled at the two of them was downright chilling.

“If your highness says so…” Feng Xin managed. Hua Cheng’s eye narrowed.

“Right, well now that you’ve worked out whatever that was,” Mu Qing said, rolling his eyes, “we’ve got some stuff we should be getting to back in heaven.

“Are you sure? You could stick around for lunch at least,” Xie Lian offered.

Feng Xin paled. “That’s alright, we’ve really put it off for too long anyway. It was nice seeing you, your highness!”

“Come back anytime!” Xie Lian watched Feng Xin and Mu Qing leave, still holding onto Hua Cheng. As soon as they were gone he dropped another kiss on Hua Cheng’s forehead.

“Gege is such a bully,” the ghost king pouted, resigned to his fate.

“I learned from the best!”

[fallstaticexit]

After the inevitable conflict between Lyric and Myrah mom ends their family dinner, Mel visits his old stomping grounds. The only good thing to come out of his parent's divorce as a child was moving to San Sequoia and meeting his friends and future wife. He really can't imagine his life without his tribe.

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Bonus: NOOOOO absolutely not

Loren: Hello?

Mel: Hey, Loren.

Loren: Hey.

Mel: Guess where I am.

Loren: Beats me. Where are you?

Mel: We used to loiter at the old pier when we were kids—me, you, and Aiden. Our rounds of tic-tac-toe and hangman are still etched into the old, rotten wood. Aiden didn’t know how to spell Mila Kunis and spelled it Mila Kunes, so we were playing for like an hour trying to figure out what the hell the word was. [chuckles] Remember?

Loren: Yeah. I remember, Mel.

Mel: Yeah...

Mel: Listen... I wanted to call because we haven’t talked about what happened.

Loren: I really don’t know what to say.

Mel: No, I know. I just- I wanted you and Maeve to know how sorry we are about all of this. You know we raised Selene better than that, and it really surprised and disappointed us.

Loren: We were disappointed too.

Loren: As a parent, you prepare for the big heartbreak, but I never imagined it would hurt like this. We’re having to rebuild our daughter from the ground up. It’s devastating. She didn’t deserve that.

Mel: I know. I feel so awful...

Loren: [sighs] You didn’t do anything, Mel. Selene is an adult, and she made a choice. A fucked-up one, but a choice nonetheless, and now we process and we move on.

Mel: Selene’s dropping from the tour.

Loren: Zoey would hate that. Despite everything, she would still want Selene to compete. At least to kick her ass, anyway.

Mel: Zoey’s an amazing young woman. You and Maeve did a great job.

Loren: Selene’s a good kid, too. A dumbass, but good. I don’t hate her. I love her like she’s my own. I just need her to work through her shit.

Mel: And are we still cool?

Loren: Yesss, Starboy. We’re cool. But if your daughter comes within 10 feet of mine, I’m going to kick her and your ass—at least for now.

Mel: Understood.

Loren: I love you, Mel. You and Nina are our family, always, ok? Anyway, I’m going to turn in for the night. Talk to you later-

Mel: Wait, there’s one more thing! My mom married a man half her age and didn’t tell anyone.

Loren: Fucking Myrah! [laughs]

Mel: Ok, there’s another. Olive is doing the same thing, except it’s a rich milf or something?

Loren: How many times do I have to tell you and Aiden, they’re not Milfs when they’re our age.

Mel: [chuckles] Night Loren.

Nina: Hey, you. Ready to head back to the hotel?

Mel: Yeah, but sit with me first. I just got off the phone with Loren. We were talking about Selene.

Nina: How’d that go?

Mel: We’re good. Just wish our kids were. I feel like the twins don’t think they can come and talk to us anymore.

Nina: Or maybe they’re in their 20s and they think they have it all figured out. Sounds familiar?

Mel: Is it really the same thing over and over?

Nina: But this time, we’re going to make sure we’re listening. If there’s anything I learned about your mother and Lyric, it’s that our children will always want to be heard. We should give them that when they’re ready to speak.

Mel: You always know what to say.

Nina: I learned by loving you.

Mel: Off subject but...remember that thing I said I always wanted to do?

Nina: Mel. It’s like...11pm at night.

Mel: Come onnn, nobody’s around. It’ll be quick.

Nina: Once you get started, you never want to stop.

Mel: We’ll use a safe word. The moment you want to stop, we’ll stop.

Nina: Just be gentle. We’re not in our 20s anymore.

Mel: We’ll go nice and slow.

Mel: [panting] See? That wasn’t so bad.

Nina: [breathlessly] Easy... for you to say...what happened to nice and slow?

Mel: Want to go again?

Nina: ...yeah, but hurry before someone calls the police. [laughs]

Mel: Hold on tight.

Nina: [squeals] Wait! I’m slipping!!

Mel: I said hold on! I’m gonna do a big spin.

Nina: OK! OK! Go!

[veruchki]

I Wanna Talk Tonight

Just a little something that's been rattling around my mind lately. Thank you to @biblical-chronicles @leaawrites and @storiesabouteli for inspiring me to actually post something ❤️

San Francisco, California

Adulthood and responsibility were exhausting in a way she couldn’t have understood even two years ago. Of course, waitressing wasn’t exactly an easy way to earn money, especially not in a city where the bulk of your wage came from small bills tucked under the edges of plates and all too often accompanied by a phone number scrawled on a napkin. Still, it brought in semi-steady income and she was only leaning into the classic “starving artist” trope.

Well, at least that was how she rationalized it every night when she got home at an ungodly hour. After being on her feet for hours, the last flight of stairs up to her flat seemed endless. It was time to collapse on the ancient couch, kick off her shoes, and sit in silence for a while. Tomorrow would be just like today, and for a few hours now, at least, her time was her own. She could sit by her window and daydream about what her life had used to be like before she came here. Those moments when she could transport herself to London, Buenos Aires or Amsterdam were generally the extent of her nightly pleasure.

She was thus startled and annoyed by the phone ringing insistently in the kitchen, interrupting her memories. Who the fuck called at this hour? From experience, it was either a prank caller or someone back home had died. Groaning, she shuffled across the cracked linoleum tiles and grabbed the receiver.

“Hello?” Her voice was tinged with uncertainty, a feeling which only grew when there was no immediate answer.

She was about to hang up when she heard a cough on the other end of the line, followed by a familiar voice. Familiar, but one she hadn’t heard in a long time.

“Hi, Y/N? It’s Noel.”

Her heart fluttered. “I'd know your voice anywhere,” she replied. “It's been a minute since I heard from you. Thought you must have forgotten about me now that you're a star.”

He grew quiet. “Never would, doll. Listen, I'm in town.”

She paused, ignoring the pet name he'd so casually dropped. “You're in San Francisco? I thought you were in L.A.- that's what I heard, anyway.”

Noel sighed deeply. “I was. I couldn't fucking stand it another second. I can't fucking stand any of this for another second. I think I'm going mad.”

She’d never heard him so unguarded, so desperate. It scared her, and it made that old fondness she’d always pushed away simmer inside her again. She examined her cuticle and tried to figure out what to say in response. She knew to tread carefully. He filled the silence for her.

“They've just….all we've worked for, they threw it all away. It's like this whole thing was one big fucking joke to them. All the work I’ve done to get us here, and they can’t even pretend to give a shit. You know how long this took. You know that if it weren't for me Liam would be fucking sniffing glue and, I don't know, putting up fences for a living. Guess that's what he wants, after all.”

Y/N’s heart was breaking, and she shuddered to picture Noel standing hunched at a payphone, alone in an unfamiliar city, teetering on the edge of what would likely be an epic drug binge. He didn't handle disloyalty well; she'd been unfortunate to see it once before and knew what the consequences on his skinny body would be.

Almost without thinking, she cut into his train of thought. “Why don't you come over here? I don't have to work tomorrow, and I don't want you wandering around alone. God knows what trouble you'd manage to get up to.” The chuckle she got in return to this reassured her a bit.

“Yeah, alright.” He tried to sound nonchalant and controlled- and knew he was doing a terrible job of it. “Just lemme know where you are, I’ll find my way.”

He scribbled down her address and went off to find a taxi while Y/N gingerly hung up the phone. Her night was beginning to feel like a fever dream, and she suddenly regretted inviting him over. She hadn't seen the man in several years, and worried that whatever closeness they'd once shared would have evaporated as he began what had so far been a meteoric rise. Her apartment seemed shabby; her life was pathetic. Would he judge her? Pity her? She would if she were him, that's for sure. But regardless, she'd heard the undertones of his lilting voice and knew that unless she did this, he'd end up passed out drunk, pockets emptied of valuables, jewelry stripped off him, somewhere in the Tenderloin. A great mental image, but she couldn't have that on her conscience. Before Y/N knew it, she could hear footsteps on the stairs, followed by a sharp rap at her door.

She'd been uncertain what to expect on the other side, but she opened the door to a disheveled figure in a duffel coat, carrying a beat-up guitar case. Blue eyes peered out from the shadowy vestibule and met her own. Wordlessly she ushered him inside and watched him shed his outerwear. He glanced around the room, taking in the crowded bookshelves, the house plants that wilted despite her best efforts, and the shoes she'd cast off an hour earlier before her night had taken such a surprising turn.

“Fuck me, it's good to see you,” Noel almost whispered.

Yes, she thought. Fuck me, indeed.

[beauttifullife]

This scene from Unraveled, had me kicking my feet and literally smiling so hard it made my face heart. 🔥🤣

“Easy,” Agatha murmured, her voice low and steady, as she eased them both down to the cool tiled floor. She cradled Rio against her, one arm wrapped securely around her waist while the other brushed through her hair. She pressed a gentle kiss to Rio’s forehead, feeling the lingering tremors rippling through her body. 

It took a few quiet moments of just that—holding her, grounding her, letting Rio’s breath even out—before Agatha felt her finally relax, her body melting into her arms. Rio snuggled deeper against Agatha’s chest, as though it was the only safe place in the world. 

Agatha blinked, startled by the sight of Rio like this—not immediately bouncing back. She looked… soft, undone in a way Agatha had never witnessed before. Her eyes widened in mock disbelief, her lips twitching. 

“Did I finally find your off button?” she teased, her voice light, but unable to stop the hint of pride seep into her tone. 

Rio huffed, a sound that was half laugh, half exasperation. Her breath warmed Agatha’s collarbone before her voice came, muffled but unmistakable in its awe—and its possessiveness. 

“Who in the fuck taught you how to do that?” 

Agatha couldn’t help the snort that escaped her, her lips twitching into a wry smile as she tightened her hold around Rio, pressing another kiss to the top of her head. 

“You did,” she said with a huff, her tone teasing but warm. “You had the strap-on then, remember? I nearly passed out after? I figured, sans equipment, the mechanics were still the same—and looks like I was right.” 

Rio groaned into her chest, and even thought she couldn’t see it, it was impossible to miss the smile tugging at her lips.  

“I want to hate how cocky you get when you’re right,” Rio muttered, her voice muffled against Agatha’s chest. She paused for a second before letting out a huff of air. “But it’s also annoyingly hot.” 

Agatha smirked, running her fingers lazily through Rio’s damp hair.  

“Well, buckle up, darling,” Agatha drawled, her tone dripping with playful arrogance. “Because I’m rarely wrong. So, this is going to be quite the ride for you.” 

Rio chuckled at that, her breath warm against Agatha’s neck as she shook her head, a soft laugh escaping her. 

“As long as I’m the only one who gets to ride,” Rio murmured, her voice low and teasing, “then I think I can handle it.” 

Agatha’s smirk deepened, her fingers threading lazily through Rio’s hair.  

“Possessive, are we?” she quipped, raising an eyebrow. 

Rio tilted her head up, her face dead serious.  

“When it comes to you? Absolutely.” 

Agatha felt her chest tighten, but it wasn’t anxiety this time. She recognized it instantly, the clarity of Rio’s statement settling into her like a quiet revelation. Leaning down, she captured Rio’s lips in a kiss, firm and tender, grounding them both before pulling back. 

“Good,” she murmured against her lips, her voice low and steady. “Because I don’t share well either.” 

They held each other in the stillness that followed, the silence not empty but somehow full. 

“How are you feeling?” Rio asked softly, breaking the quiet. 

Agatha paused, letting the question settle as she searched within herself. The storm was still there, but it was distant now, its edges softened. And in its wake, there was Rio—just Rio.   

That presence alone, that anchor, settled her even more. 

“Better,” she answered simply, truthfully. 

Rio smiled faintly, murmuring, “Good.” 

They sat like that for a while, wrapped in each other, letting the weight of the world fall away for a moment. Agatha felt a warmth spread through her, a strange but welcome sense of peace. 

“Thank you,” Agatha said suddenly, her voice quiet but filled with sincerity. “I didn’t know I needed that. How did you know I needed that?” 

Rio shifted slightly, her head resting more comfortably against Agatha’s shoulder. 

“Calculated guess,” she said with a small shrug, her tone light but her words heavy with meaning. “I feel the same way when my world starts spinning. We’re alike, you and I.” 

She paused, letting the words sink in before continuing, her voice taking on a thoughtful edge.  

“Power, surrender, control, submission—they’re powerful forces. They have this… way of shifting dynamics, of shifting you. They can unmake you, but they can also rebuild you.” 

Rio paused, her head pulling back slightly, her gaze searching Agatha’s face as if looking for something unspoken, something she needed to see reflected back. Finally, she exhaled, her breath soft, her voice dipping into a vulnerable, almost hesitant tone. 

“And I think…” Rio hesitated, her eyes lowering for a moment as if gathering her thoughts before meeting Agatha’s again, steady but unguarded. “I think I needed that as much as you did. I didn’t realize it until it was already happening, but I felt… unsteady too. With everything going on, all the chaos, I felt like I was losing my footing.” 

Her lips quirked into a faint, self-aware smile before her expression softened again. 

“But being with you like that—letting you take control—it wasn’t just grounding; it was freeing. Like I could let go, trust you to hold the reins, and everything would still be okay.” 

It wasn’t lost on Agatha that Rio’s statement carried more weight than it seemed at first glance. Her words weren’t just about trusting Agatha to take control in the intimate moments they shared—they were layered, edged with deeper meaning.  

Rio said she loved Agatha...she was trusting Agatha emotionally, letting her guard down in ways that Agatha knew didn’t come easily to her. 

But it even went beyond that. 

Rio was also placing her faith in Agatha physically , trusting her to protect her when the threat from Vanguard loomed over them like a shadow.  

It wasn’t just about surrendering her body. 

It was about surrendering her heart, her safety, her very life.  

The realization hit Agatha like a wave—heavy, powerful, and impossible to ignore. 

Her throat tightened as she felt the enormity of it, the responsibility, the vulnerability Rio was offering her without hesitation. And for someone who spent her entire life avoiding vulnerability like the plague, it was both humbling and terrifying. 

Agatha exhaled slowly, leaning in to press a soft kiss to Rio’s temple, letting the gesture say everything her words couldn’t quite reach. As she did, her arms instinctively tightened around Rio, pulling her closer, like she was building a fortress of protection around her. 

Rio melted into the embrace, her breath evening out as she rested her head against Agatha’s chest.  

And for a moment, the weight of the world seemed to fade. 

Agatha pressed her chin lightly against the top of Rio’s head, closing her eyes as she took in a deep breath. The storm inside her had calmed, the restless energy was replaced by something far more grounding. The promise that no matter what came next, she would be Rio’s shield—against Vanguard, against the world, against anything that dared to threaten what she had found with Rio. 

The sudden vibration of her phone startled Agatha, pulling her back to the moment. Adjusting her hold on Rio, she fished it out of her pocket and glanced at the screen. 

"Camera's are installed," she read aloud. "They just left." 

Rio exhaled deeply, a sound of relief, but then she froze mid-breath, her body stiffening. Pulling back slightly, she looked at Agatha with a mix of confusion and dawning horror. 

"They texted you instead of telling you in person?" she asked, her voice wary. Then her eyes widened as her gaze darted to the door. "Do you think they... heard us?" 

Agatha couldn’t stop the snort that escaped her. 

"Us? No." she repeated, her tone laced with teasing disbelief. "You? Absolutely . I think the tenants two floors down probably heard you." 

Her words were both a tease and a point of pride, her smirk widening as Rio’s cheeks flushed. There was something immensely satisfying about knowing she could make Rio lose control like that. 

Agatha watched the flush deepen as it rolled up Rio's neck, a faint color blooming across her cheeks. 

Oh.  

She liked that.    

She liked it a lot.  

“Fuck,” Rio groaned, burying her face in her hands. “I hope none of them are on my security detail tomorrow.” 

Agatha, never one to resist an opportunity to poke fun, slowly rose from the tiled floor, her joints protesting slightly—reminding her that, yes, she was too damn old to be sitting on hard tiles for that long. 

“Well, if they aren’t, I am certainly going to arrange for it,” she said casually, brushing off her knees as she stood. 

Rio dropped her hands from her face and shot Agatha a glare, her eyes narrowing dangerously. 

“Agatha.” 

Agatha smirked wickedly, extending a hand to help Rio up. 

“What?” she said, her tone dripping with mock innocence. “Embarrassed?” 

Rio pursed her lips, clearly biting back a retort, and Agatha’s grin widened. She was just about to needle her further when her mind suddenly snapped to the reason for Rio’s volume . Her smirk softened into something sly as she flexed her hand at her side, the evidence of their earlier activities still slick against her palm. 

“Speaking of that,” she said, emphasizing the word with a wicked smirk. 

Rio froze for half a second before immediately picking up on what Agatha was getting at, and huffing loudly, her cheeks flushing anew.  

“I’m going to bed,” she declared, spinning on her heel and striding into the bedroom. 

Agatha chuckled softly, grabbing a nearby towel to clean her hand before flipping off the bathroom light and fan, casting the space into quiet darkness. She followed Rio into the bedroom, her footsteps soft against the floor. 

When she stepped inside, her eyes immediately locked on Rio, who was already under the comforter, her dark gaze fixed on Agatha. 

The playful banter that had filled the bathroom evaporated in an instant, leaving a charged silence hanging between them. Agatha froze in the doorway, her smirk fading as uncertainty crept in. 

Now what? Was she supposed to just turn around, walk down the hall, and go back to her room? 

That thought sparked an uncomfortable, restless movement in her chest, and before her mind could catch up, Agatha was already moving. She grabbed the arm of her sweater, tugging it off in one swift motion. Her bra followed, then her sweatpants, leaving her in just her underwear as she stepped toward the bed. 

Rio’s eyes tracked her every movement. 

“Move over,” Agatha said, aiming for confidence but falling just short, her voice betraying a faint waver. “That’s my side.” 

Rio raised an eyebrow, a soft smile tugging at her lips. That smile made Agatha’s heart hammer harder than she’d ever admit. Without a word, Rio rolled over, making space. 

Agatha slid into bed, the sheets cool against her skin. She immediately reached out, wrapping an arm around Rio and pulling her close, her front pressed firmly to Rio’s back. Rio let out a contented sigh, melting into the embrace, and for a moment, the weight of the day seemed to settle around them, soft and bearable.  

Their breaths slowed in tandem, their bodies sinking into the quiet. 

Agatha’s body may have relaxed, but her mind hadn’t caught up. It was still locked on that specific moment in the bathroom, replaying it over and over. 

“So,” she started, unable to resist, “is that … something that can happen often? Or is it like Christmas? You know, if it happens every day, it loses its holiday spirit?” 

Rio stiffened briefly, then let out a snort, her body shaking with quiet laughter. Even though Agatha couldn’t see her face, she knew Rio was smiling. 

“You did not just compare me squirting to Santa Claus.” 

“What?” Agatha teased, smirking against Rio’s shoulder. “It felt like a gift to me.” 

Rio let out a choked laugh at that, the sound caught somewhere between exasperation and fondness. She fell quiet for a moment, and Agatha thought she might have drifted off. A pang of disappointment followed, but Agatha knew herself. She’d get her answer eventually—Rio had to know she wouldn’t let this go. 

“I don’t know,” Rio murmured suddenly, her voice low and slightly shy. “I’ve never done… that … before.” 

Agatha’s jaw dropped, practically unhinging in shock. The silence hung thick for a moment before Rio glanced over her shoulder, catching Agatha’s expression.  

Her groan filled the room. 

“Oh my god—you’re going to be insufferable now, aren’t you?” 

The question snapped Agatha out of her stupor, and a smirk curved her lips. 

“I’m always insufferable,” she quipped. 

Rio huffed, a sound that carried the full weight of, I couldn’t agree more. Then, she let out a loud tired exhale, snuggling deeper into the pillow, clearly signaling that she was done entertaining this conversation. 

But silence wasn’t enough to deter her. Agatha smirked, her chin resting against Rio’s shoulder as she spoke again, her tone teasing, playful. 

“So, you’re saying it can happen again…” 

“ Agatha ,” Rio groaned, her voice muffled by the pillow, “go to bed.” 

Agatha couldn’t hold back the chuckle that bubbled out of her. She kissed the back of Rio’s neck softly, letting her lips linger there for a moment before whispering. 

“You didn’t say no.” 

Rio groaned louder this time. 

“Yeah well, you will never hear me say yes again unless I get some fucking sleep,” grumbled Rio.   

Agatha smirked faintly at Rio’s grumbled response, knowing she was teetering on the edge of pushing her luck. But even Agatha Harkness knew when to quit—well, sometimes.  

[my-stories-vault]

Part 2 ~ Love and War.

Pairing: Dean Winchester X Y/N Singer; American Dean Winchester X English Y/N L/N; American Dean Winchester X American Y/N L/N; English Dean Winchester X English Y/N L/N

Blurb: You must've read a lot of enemies-to-lovers, let me show how someone can be your lover and enemy . . .

Warnings/Trigger Warnings (18+): language, gore, major and minor character deaths, break up, major angst, surprise ending, the Supernatural Wars (TSW) spoilers.

Song Inspiration: Love and War by Fleurie.

Challenge: This chapter is a surprise ending and a connecter to my three series, the Supernatural Wars, Purgatory Series, and another one that's in the works right now (find those stories from the links below)! The first chapter can be read as a standalone one-shot, but this chapter will have to be read as part of the series. Hope you enjoy 🥰❤️!

{ Series Masterlist ; Main Masterlist }

Love and War: Purgatory Bonus.

Sitting in the library, my ass felt like it had been stuck with a superglue to the chair; it almost hurt to sit in now.

I could've gotten up, fetched a good whiskey, and paced around a little; probably hit the training center or the garage or the gun range - anything that would prove soothing after the long day this was turning out to be - anything that could get me out of this goddamn research, out of wallowing in my misery.

See, we had a couple of teensy-weensy problems on our hands.

Firstly, we had been thrown into another frying pan that kids liked to call the apocalypse these days.

Secondly, monsters seemed to be turning up all over our radars these past few days, and almost all the hunters in America were running on back-to-back cases to save people. Something that even Sam and I had been doing when we found her.

Which makes my third point: Y/N.

So, she was basically this girl we found on the roadside, lying unconscious in the middle of nowhere; wearing ripped clothes, her skin smattered with bruises and scratches that made me think that she had gone ten rounds with a wild cat - whose personality she seemed to match. But here's what got our panties in a twist: she didn't remember anything sans her name.

She shouldn't have been a clinch in our plans to take up the Rugaru case up in the north, but here came the clinch.

I've seen her before. In Purgatory.

Hell, I've done more than "seen" her before. I've loved her. I've gotten my heart ripped out by her. And here she stands - without any recollection of what she did, or how she got here. Without realizing that she's the Brit who saved my life.

She had come adorning my amulet - a replica of what I had years ago. We didn't how she got it, she didn't know how she got it.

But, frankly, it didn't matter right now. All that mattered was that she has been messing with my goddamn mind since the first fucking moment she met me.

Now that I've finally found her again, I've promised myself that I wouldn't go through that again - I wouldn't let her go. There was something inside me that told me that if I lost her today, I would have to grieve her.

And I can't do that. Not again.

I was brought out of my reverie when a storming and determined Y/N rushed out with Sammy on her heels.

'Whoa, whoa, easy there,' I stood up with my hands raised.

She stopped dead in her tracks as if caught doing something illegal.

'What's going on?'

'She wants to go after Rowena,' Sam explained from behind her, towering over her.

'What, why?'

'I want to know what happened to them, Dean,' her accent bled into her voice, too strong - unlike the accent she had phased out or rather tried to, over the years when she lived in Purgatory but coming back here seemed to have brought it back full force.

'You lost me.'

She sighed as if speaking to an insolent kid. 'The book Rowena gave me. It contained a story of—of a far-away kingdom, two lovers, and seven regions. And . . . I just need know what happened to them! The pages where the end should be are missing!'

The gears in my mind turned. We had called Rowena after Castiel mentioned how her memories weren't gone by fluke - but it had been devised that way by someone. The only creatures powerful enough to do that were the witches, hence, the call to a certain redhead.

She handed Y/N the book to keep her entertained while she investigated the "subject" (in Rowena's words, even though I told her not to call Y/N that). A book that Y/N refused to return when Rowena left - the witch just waved it off by saying that she'd collect it when she came back with a solution for Y/N's amnesia.

Before I could formulate a response, Y/N was already rushing up the stairs.

'Hold on, you're not going anywhere!' I demanded, wondering how the hell she was even going to find the damn witch.

Moreover, it had been years since I last saw her, and yet, she seemed to be the only woman who seemed to put a smile on my face and ease on my heart. I can't see letting her go without, at least, some fucking explanation.

'Y/N, you don't have your memories yet. We don't know what dangers lie ahead of you if you leave this place.'

'I know, Sam,' she exclaimed, standing a few steps higher from where Sam and I were at the bottom of the metal staircase that led us outdoors. 'But I can't shake this feeling out of my head. I feel like I lived this story. I can't sleep until I've found out the climax of this book!' Not waiting for us to recover, she turned toe and climbed up the steps two at a time.

We followed suit, my annoyance with her stubborn recklessness burgeoning - why was she always like this?

'Whoa, I'm not ready to play "Finding Dory"! You're not walking out of here - end of discussion.'

My hand reached out to her elbow, brushing against the scar her shirt's sleeves weren't long enough to cover.

And what happened next was too fast that it almost didn't register with me.

She gasped, all the air rushed out of her; her eyes misting over and fading under the white sheet that seemed to draw over her outstanding e/c irises; and then her head lolled forward, her body free-falling - almost hitting the ground but my reflexes made me hold her.

Her head hit my chest over my heart with a soft thud, and her limbs lost all their energy as she went limp in my arms. Her eyes closed just as my voice called her name out in panic.

Oh, this cannot be happening to me right now!

Y/N bolted on the bed, seemingly overwhelmed with the events that had unfolded. I knew this was a bad idea as soon as it had been suggested.

My fingers automatically found hers, latching on as if my life depended on her (it did).

'Darlin', you okay?' the depths of my concern were endless, and my heart threatened to burst past my ribcage like in the cartoons - but just slightly more fatal to my health.

'Dean,' she breathed out shakily, her eyelids fluttered open and her shoulders slouched as she leaned forward to rest in my arms.

I held her gratefully, breathing out through my nose in relief; my lips brushed on her forehead.

'Dean, darling, oh, my God.'

'What is it?' I pulled back, trying not to let the panic cloud my thinking. 'How can I help?'

She shook her head, gazing in my eyes with so much hurt.

Suddenly, she jutted forward, landing her lips on mine in a shocking yet I-will-die-if-I-do-not-do-this manner. My eyes widened before they closed in submission, letting her take the lead as my hands found purchase on either side of her waist.

Sebastian cleared his throat awkwardly, 'Still here, you know.'

Y/N pulled away gasping like a fish out of water, gulping as red flooded her face. 'I'm sorry, Mr. Slay.'

He chuckled, 'No worries, Y/N. Did you get it?'

She nodded, her haphazard hands producing two necklaces she went to the alternate universe for.

One necklace was a sign of the secret relationship and love, given by a Dean to a Y/N, and the other necklace was an amulet.

There was only one another universe where Y/N and I's namesakes and lookalikes were royalty - there were more royal couple like ours, but some had different names, or different birthmarks, or something or the other that differed.

There was only one other royal couple like ours, and we needed their symbols of love for this case.

Something that required Y/N to bend through space and time with the assistance of a redheaded witch, an angel I could not find myself trusting, and a few more odds and ends.

I would have been against it had it not been Y/N's only chance of surviving against Michael, the archangel whose vessel I was supposed to be, but Y/N won't let me say "yes".

As grateful as I am to her for protecting me, I don't like the fact that this involves teaming with other factions.

'Can I?' Seb stepped forward with a tentative hand extended.

She handed it over, 'Please, be careful . . . I can't go through that again.'

He smiled softly, exchanging a look with me, 'I will be. You should sleep the jet-lag off, Y/N.'

The room vacated and I finally turned to her, her breathing just now starting to even out. Brushing a strand out of her face, I smiled softly at the love of my life.

'Are you okay?' I repeated.

Tears welled in her eyes, and she swallowed the mythic lump gathered in her throat. 'Do you . . . do you know what happened?'

I pursed my lips, 'Rowena gave me a rundown.' I grimaced, 'I heard the other Royal couple died - I can't imagine it might have been fun for you, my love.'

'It wasn't,' she pouted, looking really upset. She sniffled, 'It wasn't . . . It wasn't that I just went there, I hitched a ride in the Y/N's of the other Universes.'

'Universes? Plural?'

She nodded, pulling my hand till she had maneuvered me around her body - up and out of my chair and lounging behind her on the bed; my legs tangled with hers, arms tightening around what I now understood was a shivering frame, and she settled against my chest with her head laid down over my heart. She took a few moments as my fingers carded through her open locks.

She kissed my chest, making my heart skip a beat despite so many times she'd done it.

'Well, first, I went to that Royal Universe like we planned - I-I-I didn't even remember myself or who I was when I was there,' she shuddered. 'It was only until that other woman died because of that arrow . . . did I come alive in her body, until then I was trapped in the back of her mind like some damn demon possession gone right?' She shook her head, 'I don't even know.'

'Did it hurt? Dying?'

'A bit,' she sniffled, 'didn't feel most of it - but what was worst was seeing you dead - died in my fucking arms!'

'I'm not going anywhere,' I whispered into her hair, my arms constricting further like shrinking steel bands.

She made herself smaller, slinging her legs over my thighs till she was sitting on my lap and burying her face into the crook of my neck, breathing my scent in till she had calmed down more.

'Anyway,' she cleared her throat when she had found her voice again, her words muffled against my neck and tickling me a bit - but I closed my eyes and relished the feeling.

'I had asked Rowena for a failsafe. Told her to keep an eye on me - whichever world I went into. So, she protected me as much as could there, protected me from some damn Phantoms, or something. I killed Gordon, I think - everything's so hazy like I'm missing a key detail. Then . . . when I could have probably died with how weary and bled out that vessel had grown, she transported me to another universe.

'I don't know why this one in particular. But it was one where there was this American hunter - you, and Sam - and you looked at me like I had done something to you! Like you missed me or something . . . Obviously, my brain had been fried to the point where I couldn't even remember my own last name!

'So, I didn't know what that look was for back there. I was just this girl they picked on the side of the road, I guess. With these necklaces.'

'Did you hijack that Universe's Y/N, too? The American version?'

'I think so, yeah, yeah, I think I did. But in our struggle for control, we both ended up cancelling out each other's memories, and I kinda won? Um, I guess, yeah. So, it was my personality with no memories while the original host sat on the back burner . . . Talking to me? Screaming, maybe, I don't remember.'

'How did you get out?'

'Rowena,' she raised her hand to rub her face tiredly.

'Do you want to sleep first, darling?' I asked her gently.

'Just let me finish the story,' she insisted, even though her eyes were already half-closed. 'So, the Rowena of the second universe gave me a book of the exact same story I had experienced in the first Universe - her way of trying to give me "my memories" back. But the pages in the end were ripped, and I panicked, because my own memories were like, behind a wall or something, and they were begging me to come back, and—' I breathed in deeply, 'No, wait, I think I fought with—No, I don't - I don't know! It just didn't work, so I panicked more. I really wanted my memories to come back . . . I really wanted to come back and—' She cut herself off, 'Why don't I remember?'

'You're okay, Y/N. It's okay,' I whispered into her hair. 'You don't have to think about it now. You got what you went for.'

A pregnant pause.

'I thought I'd never see you again,' her bottom lip trembled, twisting my heartstrings.

'As long as I'm here, no one can get you. You hear me? I would have found you wherever you ended up,' I said with all my conviction.

She relaxed further in my arms, and the pride over eliciting that reaction from such a strong woman boosted my low self-esteem.

'Long story short, the American version of you touched this scar,' her index finger absent-mindedly dragged along the scar she had gotten when she fell from a tree while we were on a hunt - a scar that only one other Royal couple replicated, who were now dead. 'And my memories rushed back to me, and I got pulled into reality. Our reality.'

'Now you're here,' I promised quickly. 'You're not going anywhere.' After a beat and a frown of realisation, 'I thought . . . I thought you could only hijack people who were similar to us. How did you hack that American?'

'Well,' she licked her lips, eyes sealed shut by now, breathing getting shallower by the minute, and I knew this would be the last question she answered for now. 'The second universe . . . I think she was a dream-walker or something. Technically, she can live my life - if she scouts my noggin and all, lives vicariously through me. Plus, I don't know . . . there must be some kind of connection between her and I, right? Plus, she had this scar - the one that triggered my return - I'm sure there's an explanation.'

'Probably,' I murmured.

When I look down, Y/N has slipped into the bottomless recesses of her brain, sleeping soundly, finally calm against me.

The way this woman rules on my heart - I swear I could die for her.

A/N: Can I just say I love plot twists?

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It all started with you

Stalker!Mingi x f!reader

Authors note | hey y’all uhm dis my first fanfic hope u enjoy it so uhm uhhh I made this while my phone is on 5% so uhm ha & English isn’t my first language so pls stand w me now, I may add a another part if y’all want😔

Warnings: Fluff, and smut IF YOU SQIUNT VERY VERY HARD😣 & some angst, mentions of se!lf h@rm, body dysmorphia, stalking etc

Word count: 2k+😭

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It all started with you. Mingi and yunho met you around the 7th grade they saw you crying in the corner while your knees were all bruised up. You looked up and saw mingis cool warm brown eyes & yunhos contagious smile. After that day you 3 were unstoppable people would say you were the power puff girls.

5 years later…

It’s the 12th grade the summer was fun hanging out with soyeon & jaehyun. But if you were telling the truth you missed mingi the whole summer, his sweet brown eyes, his black fluffy hair and his lanky body. You were excited to start the school year again seeing your 2 besties ‘ or so you thought. ‘ The lanky mingi you’ve known since 7th grade was lean, buff and let’s not forget yunho he gotten bigger too. The 2 boys had a MASSIVE glow up, almost every day a whole swarm of girls would approach the table asking for phone numbers, snaps, etc. You honestly didn’t know how to feel about it I mean you were happy with it but at the same time jealous. “ Miss Y/N? “ the teacher called then you’ve realized you’ve been in your thoughts all day long without understanding the math problem that was in front of you soyeon playfully smacked your shoulder “ OUCH THAT HURTS “ you wined soyeon laughing while saying “ well you can’t take your mind off of him can you? “ You looked at her with the same stare you gave San when he broke your only action figure of black panther. Yikes..

As the day moves forward you find yourself skipping class with wooyoung you guys usually find an empty classroom and talk shit about anyone or anything, everything was going fine until y’all heard footsteps. You guys ran into the nearest closet and hid sooner or later you hear 2-3 footsteps, then you hear voices it sounded like 1 male and 2 females. When the male spoke you knew it was mingi. “ So what do you want me to do “ mingi said, one of the girls laughed and said “ We want you to toy with her, I mean it’s so clear she’s obsessed with you so it will be easy you toy with her and you get aeri” Aeri.. that named ringed a bell or two in your head as you peeped through the crack of the door your could see mingi, aeri & her friend all standing together.

Aeri held onto mingi like if her life depended on it. You couldn’t help but feel jealous like you just wanted to go up to him and smack the living fuck out of him luckily wooyoung grabbed you in time. Then you heard mingi speak again.. “ Fine it’s a deal I’ll play with Y/N feelings. “ You stood there in shock wooyoung held his hand to his mouth gasping at what he just heard. You couldn’t hold it together anymore without no thought you opened the closet doors wide open and came out, all 3 of them looked like they’ve just seen a ghost. Wooyoung beside you came out looking at mingi like he was a disappointed father. “ y/n please let me try to explain “… mingi tried to talk but you just shushed him.. aeri and her friend “ Steff “ had just stood there laughing at you and mingi.

Aeri gripped onto mingi a little tighter as you just stood there and watched , a mix of anger, saddens, shock we’re all hitting you at once you ran out of the room holding in your tears as you run you bump into 2 guys. As you went to apologize one of them asked “ y/n hey hey what’s wrong? “ you looked up to see it was yunho and jaehyun. They saw as mingi and wooyoung were arguing inside the empty, clear class room windows you pushed them out of the way and dashed. Your feet were moving so fast your body didn’t have enough time to respond, “ hey jaehyun go after y/n I have to see what’s happening “ Jaehyun slightly nodded before running after you, Yunho stormed into the classroom and saw mingi, aeri & Steff all arguing with wooyoung all of them were yelling at the top of there lungs.

Mingis eyes found yunhos and he went quiet. All attention went to yunho “ can someone explain what the fuck is happening? “

After the school day you found yourself hugging jaehyun as much as you can at the corner of your eye you could see yunho scolding mingi. And then “ Oops guess the crybaby is now wet how ironic? Is that“ Aeri laughed as you pulled away from jaehyun water poured on your back you turned around to see aeri laughing. “ Look here okay, mingi never liked you and he will never like you, he always complained how your a pain in the ass ever since the 7th grade.” You could notice how mingi would find you annoying during the 7th grade when you started yapping about the new avatar movie coming out, you would always think it bothered him but no, he loved every time you talked to him anything you would say he would always remember it he would always listen to the details, because it all started with you..

During the 10th grade mingi had made a confession to yunho explaining how he loved you so much it hurts to see you cry, he would kill anyone that would make you sad or angry… But little did he know that he would be the cause of your pain..

Jaehyun pushed Ari and went in front of you protecting you, he tightly held onto your waist. You could see a crowd started to huddle around you 3 while yunho stopped his scolding and payed attention to what was happening, mingi eyes was lit up with anger & jealousy as San ran up to you and gave you his sweater. Jaehyun on the other hand started yelling and screaming at aeri, chaewon had come up and started yelling too wondering why aeri would do that to you in the mist of all this.. “ he showed up.. he showed up grabbed her waist and started yelling at jaehyun.. “ in the mist of all of this.. mingi had started yelling at jaehyun and then pointed his direction to you and started yelling at you saying you were nothing more than just a booster. Can you believe that?!

a fucking booster for him, of course mingi meant nothing he said but at the time his thoughts flew at 89MPH everything was going to fast..

But how did this start? How did mingi possibly turn into this? This fucking dipshit? This jerk? Well it started around summer time at the time were yunho & mingi were just the same lanky best friends you’ve known since 7th Grade. Yunho had been talking with yeosang for a while and yeosang was very popular especially with the girls, since yunho and him were good friends he thought he would invite him to a party a party that mingi wanted to take you so badly but figured last minute you were leaving to go on a trip with soyeon and jaehyun.

Yunho’s POV :

💬 yunho: Hey mingi

💬 mingi: wsgg

💬 yunho: so I was wondering do you wanna come to this party…

💬 mingi: PARTY WHAT FUCKING PARY WHAT?!?!?!!

💬yunho: yeosang invited me

Delivered….

Read 6:15PM today..

💬yunho: uhm hello mingi?

Read 6:16PM today..

💬yunho: OKAY STOP LEAVING ME ON READ YOU DIPSHIT…

💬mingi: how would I ask y/n to uhm..

💬 yunho: spit it out…

💬mingi: okay I wanna ask out y/n to come…

*Read 6:35PM today…*

💬yunho: bet..

“ Bro mingi wear something good for onceee” yunho said while yelling.. “ BRO IM WEARING THE BEST I CAN” honestly it’s been a couple of days ever since that conversation mingi & asked u out but not really he just asked you to come to the party with them.. of course u couldn’t but that was fine tho you make it up to him.. or so you thought…

Once they got to the party yunho became a social butterfly talking to anyone and everyone, with mingi being the tall shy giant he was he just stood in the corner while yeosang approached him introducing himself, mingi was lucky yeosang was doing all the talking, yeosang was introducing mingi to his friends then he saw aeri, aeri was a pretty, skinny, long dark hair. Her eyes looked mingi up and down mingi couldn’t lie he felt a little nervous, aeri looked mingi up and down then laughed the group cleared and mingi started a conversation with aeri, aeri couldn’t help but compliment him he was shy and appreciate the compliment. “ Mingi your a good looking guy but how about I give you and your friend a glow up” aeri said with a wink following mingi being mingi accepted and then it started..

Going back to current time…

After the incident your friend group unfriended mingi and for the next 2 months it was a struggle more of a rollercoaster ride than getting over a break over a simple break, every time you would walk the hallways with jaehyun mingi would always give you stares with aeri following with her nasty looks. It was October the air was warm the leaves were falling off the trees everything was good… expect for him..

The guy who had been on your mind ever since 7th grade.. song mingi you hated how his name was still in your mind, you hated how he made you feel every damn time.. you thought it was just you, you that made everything wrong. When you got back from school soyeon had invited to a party you declined because you had “ Homework “ simply you knew that wasn’t that it… you just didn’t want to see him..

You took off all your clothes and look in the mirror, you stared and stared noticing how your body was fat.. & how the remedy didn’t match up.. but aeri no she was the prefect girl, you looked at the mirror reflecting the imgaine of your body to your eyes.. your couldn’t start to bare the sight of it in a mist you threw the biggest object near you at the mirror smashing it.. you couldn’t handle this any more you couldn’t, with mingi pretending that you don’t exist.. was the cherry on top for everything.. without a second thought you grabbed the box cutter & made small cuts on your wrist easing into the pain. Yes this is how you coped with the pain yes yes oh yes this is it, you felt unconscious in you room then “ black out “ You woke to the sight if being on the bed with your wrist hurting like shit..

You were in an oversized sweater & some boxers with the cuts on your wrist being covered with bandages, you could make out a figure a tall man very lean soft black hair with the most comfortable scent, like nature but cologne over took it as-wellaswell you finally could figure out who it was… it was mingi.. yes mingi ‘ you possibly thought you were dreaming you couldn’t even process what was going on knowing you’ve probably went black out due to the blood which hasn’t been the first time when you woke up you stood yourself on the bed your torso sitting up while your legs were relaxing mingi had felt the movement and turned to look at you.. he was wearing baggy jeans and a hoodie mingis eyes were stuffy and big. You could tell he been crying ever since that day.. As he went to speak trying to explain you stopped him “ Mingi what the fuck are you doing here I don’t want you near me. “ you spat out your tone was scary, and fierce.. all mingi could do was cry all of a sudden he broke down forgetting everything and everyone expect you in the moment as much as you hated mingi for everything he’s done you couldn’t help but hold him in your arms as his head was buried deep into your chest.. he calmed down then looked up to you and he’s started to explain himself “ Y/n I’m sorry I’ll explain it all I’m sorry “

[sourbinnie]

☆ silent ☆

♡ genre ¿? ♡ -> angsty angst ♡ pair ¿? ♡ -> maknae line!ateez x gn!reader ♡ plot ¿? ♡ -> malicious comments weren't gonna go unnoticed by your boyfriend even if he couldn't do anything about it. ♡ warnings ¿? ♡ -> swearing ♡ request ¿? ♡ -> yes!

a/n: second part of silent, hope you enjoy :] don't forget that i'm going on a trip so i'll see you all on sunday again !!!

-> the request | hyung line

-> the scenario

you didn't wanna attend at first but something about seeing your old friends made you give in. being there with your boyfriend also brought comfort to you and eased your nerves. anxiety couldn't help but kick in when you thought about seeing some of your old classmates and how they were doing right now. you've seen pictures all over instagram of them living their best lives and you were stuck in your job and trying your best to handle money wisely. your boyfriend didn't mind and your family was happy that you were where you were, so why did you have to doubt yourself?

well it was easy when you were surrounded with rich folks who didn't know anything but money and luxury. even after experiencing some of the stuff your boyfriend was used to, you couldn't get used to it but right now? yeah it was definitely too much and too show off for your liking. speaking of your boyfriend, he was there surrounded by people wanting to take photos with him, asking for autographs and wondering why he was here but nobody would kick him out because idols were sacred to them. you were thankful he would be supporting and cheering you on from a distance. 

well if you knew what was coming, you would've never brought him along.

"didn't know this was a reunion for the lowest of low." one of your old classmates said laughing and looked at you up & down. he was scanning you with his stare and it made you feel so small but you tried to think nothing of it yet you knew exactly what was happening.

"yeah same man, i thought this was gonna be an exclusive thing. good to see you though (y/n)!" another one exclaimed as she laughed. what did they expect from a high school reunion? to invite only the privileged old students? well maybe it would've been a better idea. 

"yeah good to see you." you said in a small voice, wanting nothing more than to leave with how you were being perceived. there was no doubt that your boyfriend was looking at you right at this moment. you wanted to leave, you were going to leave at any moment.

"hope you get a better job soon sweetie. since that dress/suit ain't looking too good." one added and you excused yourself as you left the scene. the tears threatening to spill at any moment as you tried to make sense of a direction to go to, far away from them.

san ✉

if yeosang was mad then san is the maddest of them all. he could not stand what just happened, it took everything in him not to run up to the guys who were messing with you. he stood there, like a statue as he watched you walk away and then he excused himself to find you. if someone found out about it, he didn't care, he needed to see you and comfort you right then and there. he would deal with the consequences when they showed up.

he found you, your face buried in your hands and a soft sob could be heard. he turned you around and hugged you, burying you in his arms and chest but you quickly broke off remembering someone could see you two.

"don't worry about that now love." he said but you shook your head as he sighed. he didn't want you to care about his idol image when you were feeling so down. then again he should be the one caring about that but he could not give a damn at that moment. "they're fucking stupid if they think like that and i'm sorry you had to go through that."

"sannie am i just different? am i just less than them?" you asked and it was his turn to shake his head. he couldn't believe that you were feeling this way and that you had believed their words in the end. it hurt him deeply that he was the cause of it somehow too because he should've been there defending you.

"you're so much more. if anything they're the ones missing out the amazing person that you are." he said looking at you then looking around one last time before kissing you. leaning in on a sweet kiss as he felt your lips moving against his and breaking away too soon. "god i wish i could go and show them you're the best person i've ever met." and even if you couldn't do that right now, you believed san word for word. 

mingi ✉

did he hear that correctly? did someone just diss you like that? he was not having it. bumping into one of them on purpose as he walked to find you and not even saying "excuse me" because they did not deserve it (this is mingi's way of seeing fuck you). he didn't get mad often but this sparked something in him, it was probably because it had to do with you and someone making you feel bad. he pretended a bit more until he actually got tired and worried trying to find you but you were nowhere in sight.

he found you in the car when the event was over and wiping your tears away. if he didn't feel like he won the worst boyfriend contest before, he sure did now. who the hell lets their significant other cry all alone?

"baby i'm here now, it's okay." he said as he hugged you and made you sit on his lap. wrapping his arms around protectively and kissing your cheek to make you feel a bit better at least. "god i'm sorry, i feel like such an idiot for letting that happen."

"it's not your fault mingi, don't blame yourself. especially when we both knew this was gonna happen." you said as you laid your head on his shoulder and hoped that the pain would go away with his embrace. 

"even if we did, it shouldn't have happened in the first place. listen babe, i hope you can see your friends again and have a good time because this was just out of hand and uncalled for." he said as he looked at you, the sight breaking him but at least he got to hold you now. he wasn't really good with words but his actions spoke louder than anyone did tonight and that brought the comfort you needed.

wooyoung ✉

he lived for teasing you but he knew when he was out of line. this was one of those moments where he knew that these were not your friends and they were the assholes you were afraid of encountering again. his gaze was on you the entire time even if it was kind of obvious, he wanted to make sure you were okay but when the situation was brought into the scene, he lost you in the crowd. 

he was so mad about losing you that he left mid conversation, not caring about the other person talking. he felt terrible knowing he insisted you to come to this place and now knowing you went through this all alone. he just wanted to make sure that you were okay first.

"god finally i found you." he said when he did indeed find you after searching the whole place. you were shivering from the cold but like the gentleman he is (sometimes), he put his jacket around your shoulders. "baby you look incredible in every way, don't let these idiots tell you otherwise."

"i know i'm stupid for believing them but it's hard. i feel so humiliated." you said and it bruised him how you were speaking in such a low tone with those teary eyes. 

"it wasn't okay and you know how i suck at comforting you when you're like this darling but i'm sorry. i'm sorry that you're feeling like this and that your stupid boyfriend couldn't do anything about it and i'm sorry you had to be the center of attention like that." he said as he put his arm around you, pulling you closer to him. you didn't say anything in return as you sighed and let yourself go with wooyoung, whispering sweet comfort words in your ear.

jongho ✉

he hated making a scene but he knew exactly where this was gonna go when your ex classmates approached you. he would kindly tell them to fuck off if he could but he remained in his spot as he watched you leave and watched them laugh. how old were they that they thought this high school shit was okay? he excused himself and in the crowd looked for you everywhere. 

he was so frustrated and tired from the socializing that wouldn't stop even when he went looking for you. but eventually he found you at the entrance, luckily no one was around but he still felt so bad. his heart was heavy as he saw you, pretending that you were on your phone but wiping away the tears every now and again.

"lovely please don't believe them." he said which startled you but you knew that voice all too well as you turned around and saw him there. "you know they do that because they're unhappy with the life they have right?"

"well it doesn't show. how could they be unhappy when they have everything? i can barely afford my rent." you said as you bit your lip, not wanting to let the tears flow anymore but it was almost inevitable as you felt so stupid.

"they're never gonna know true happiness if they act like that." he said as he held your hand in his and looked at you. he had never seen you so defeated and sad, it crushed him. "but i know i found my true happiness with you and i hope you're able to forgive me for how i didn't act tonight." he muttered and you buried yourself in his embrace as he held and kissed your forehead.

[piduai]

Cinematograph: Another Story

Asirpa: Alright, let us film the next story about Panampe and Penampe.

Sugimoto: Eeeh, are we doing that vulgar stuff again? Don't you have anything else?

Shiraishi: I'm with Sugimoto on this one! It sure would be nice if there were any, like, sorrowful love stories that pull at your heartstrings that we could shoot.~

Tanigaki: Sugimoto and Shiraishi are right. Haven't we had enough stories in which someone just stupidly dies in the end, Asirpa?

Asirpa: Fine, fine, I get it! Listen here, you'll definitely love the next one.

So, a summary:

One day, while Panampe was down at the river setting up a fish trap, he saw a penis sticking out of it.

Sugimoto: Just why?!

Asirpa: When Panampe asked if he should pick it up with his hand, it shook its neck in disagreement. When he asked if he should pick it up with his mouth, the penis nodded.

Shiraishi: Ouch... I hate this so much...

Asirpa: So Panampe put it in his mouth and went home, and when he went to sleep, he left it by his pillow. And at night, in the darkness, a scuttling sound shook up the entire house. When Panampe woke up in the morning, his house was full of treasure, and the penis has disappeared...

Seeing Panampe living so lavishly, Penampe has come to inquire how he managed to come by his riches. After hearing his story, Penampe has pissed and shitted a little all over the entrance of Panampe's house, and ran away.

Sugimoto: What the hell are you doing, Penampe?!

Asirpa: In the same manner, when Penampe was setting up a fish trap at the river, he saw a penis sticking out of it. So he asked how he should pick it up. When he asked whether he should pick it up with his hand, it shook its neck. When he asked whether he should use his mouth, it nodded.

Sugimoto: Don't you be nodding, that's fucking disgusting!

Asirpa: Penampe flipped his lid, grabbed that penis and blew it out of the water and onto the riverside, and has proceeded to kick and roll it on the ground until he got home. And at night, in the darkness, a scuttling sound shook up the entire house. Penampe woke up in the morning with a big grin on his face, but when he looked around... His house was full of various penises scattered everywhere in great amount.

Shiraishi: That's hell...

Asirpa: And no matter how he'd try to clean it up, new penises just kept falling on him. He exhausted himself out and died. Penampe died a stupid death.

Sugimoto: So he died after all.

Shiraishi: Which part of this was a heart-wrenching love story?!

Sugimoto: Does this Ainu story really exist, anyway?

Asirpa: Of course it does. It's an Ainu story passed down from generation to generation from long ago. It wasn't me who made it up.

Sugimoto: You sure?

Shiraishi: No, wait, but why can't it be made up? Not about Panampe and Penampe, but a new story made up by you, Asirpa-chan.

Asirpa: By me?

Sugimoto: Shiraishi, you sure know what to say! Hey, the stories of Panampe and Penampe were made up by someone too, right? So it's fine if it's something that you, as an Ainu, have come up with, Asirpa-san! It just has to be about the Ainu! If it's a story that can be passed down from Ainu to Ainu for a hundred, two hundred years, it's bound to become a real part of Ainu culture!

Asirpa: I see! Since I'm a new age Ainu, I can just make a new Ainu story!

Shiraishi: Exactly!

Asirpa: Alright! Sergeant Tsukishima, come here and write down the story I'm about to come up with!

Tsukishima: Hm? Why me?

Koito: Just shut up and do it, Sergeant Tsukishima!

Asirpa: Okay, here I go... Once upon a time, at a certain place, there was a giant penis...

Sugimoto: Hold on. Just let Panampe and Penampe go! Haven't we decided that you're going to make up a new story from scratch?

Asirpa: Easy for you to say... Alright, Sugimoto, you help me out then.

Sugimoto: Huh? Me? Hmmm... Well... Alright, as the setting, first of all... On one night, a gleaming vessel has descended from the skies. On it lived a family of bizarre Kamuy. The child Kamuy comes down and gets lost. It's left behind in the human world.

Asirpa: Yeah, that's good. What next?

Sugimoto: And by chance, he meets an Ainu boy. They become friends, but since that Kamuy has a weird appearance, they need to steer clear of adults and keep it hidden.

Shiraishi: What would a Kamuy with a weird appearance look like?

Sugimoto: Ugh, well... Uhhhh... Let me see... It'd be stark naked, its face and body covered in creases like on Asirpa-san's mouth, it'd have no hair, its legs would be very short, and its arms and neck would be very long.

Asirpa: That'd be a strange Kamuy indeed.

Sugimoto: The Meiji government officials hear of that Kamuy, and they want to catch and study it. But the Ainu children and the Kamuy run away on a dugout canoe!

Asirpa: That's so interesting! What next?

Sugimoto: They're about to get caught, but the canoe takes flight! With the help of the powers of that creature! And they fly over the big, round moon!

*he starts singing the theme song of E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial*

Asirpa: I like that it has extraordinary powers! What if it could heal people's wounds just by touching them?

Sugimoto: That sounds like a beautiful scene! The boy hurts his finger, and the Kamuy...

Asirpa: Grows a penis out of the wound, and its tip is shining!

*she also starts singing the theme song of E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial*

Sugimoto: Wait a second! Why are we back to Panampe and Penampe?!

Asirpa: Oh, we can't?

Sugimoto: Haven't we just agreed to cease the dirty stuff?! Why can't we make this a nice, lovely story!

Shiraishi: You know, when I think about it, something bald, with a long neck, that looks like a naked granny, it sounds pretty gross in the first place. It's disgusting and nobody would want to look at that.

Sugimoto: Oh, is that so?

Narrator: Sugimoto, however, had a premonition!

Shiraishi: But if it was something more fun, it would become known from word of mouth and lots of people would want to watch it. Nobody wants to look at a gross little creature. Asirpa-chan's goal here is to make people at large aware of Ainu culture as a means of leaving something behind, right?

Asirpa: Shiraishi is right. Isn't there anything else? Hey, Second Lt. Koito, you think of something, too.

Koito: Me? Hmm... Let's see... What if the Kamuy was cuter? With fluffy fur, a round shape. A very cute creature.

Sugimoto: Like Tanigaki?

Koito: No, no, I mean something smaller, a cat-like thing. Also... Alright. It's something the main character's Father buys for him as a gift. In Hakodate, which is full of foreigners, in a sketchy shop.

Asirpa: Good, good, then what?

Koito: But there's three rules for keeping that Kamuy in the house. Rules you can't break no matter what.

Asirpa: And those rules are?

Koito: First, it cannot abide light. If it gets exposed to the sun, it dies.

Asirpa: Oh, that's an interesting Kamuy.

Koito: Second rule is that it can't come near water.

Sugimoto: Does it die?

Koito: No, it doesn't die, but... It multiplies. It becomes two!

Shiraishi: From even one drop?

Koito: That's right! It multiplies from even one drop of water!

Sugimoto: So if you dropped it into a lake or something it would have been great trouble.

Koito: Obviously!

Tsukishima: Would it multiply even if it got a bit of its own pee on its leg?

Koito: Pee?! I'm telling you it's water! Pee is not water.

Tsukishima: Since it doesn't get triggered if there's impurities present, won't it not multiply if it comes in contact with lake water, which is full of impurities?

Koito: Shut up, Tsukishima!

Asirpa: Just ignore him and go on, Second Lt. Koito!

Koito: Hmpf. Third rule is that you cannot feed it after midnight.

Shiraishi: What happens if you do?

Koito: It transforms into a monster. It becomes a ferocious beast that attacks humans!

Sugimoto: That does sound cool!

*theme song of Gremlins starts playing*

Tsukishima: Please wait a second. What if it starts eating right before midnight, chews the food thoroughly, and the clock strikes 12 just as it passes through its throat? What then?

Koito: Uh!... Well...

Tsukishima: What if there's some food stuck between its teeth, and it manages to get it out and swallow it after midnight? Does it transform into a monster in that scenario?

Koito: What an annoying bastard... You're really one for nitpicking, Tsukishima!

Sugimoto: It does seem that the setting is a bit complicated... The audience could have trouble keeping up with a convoluted story.

Koito: Ugh...

Tanigaki: Can I try, too?

Shiraishi: Ooh, Tanigaki Genjirou-chan! You thought of something, too?

Tanigaki: How about this? One day, an astronomer was observing the sky and noticed that a big asteroid was approaching...

Sugimoto: An asteroid? Oh, that sounds like a grand story.

Tanigaki: The government officials fall into a panic and try to come up with ways of the military shooting it down, but they fail. It's huge, so it can't be broken apart. If that asteroid manages to hit the Earth, it will surely wipe humanity out.

Koito: So? What do they do?

Tanigaki: So they ask the coal miners for help. They figure that if they manage to dig a whole and put explosives there, they could blow it up. It's the same as using dynamite to blow up the ground when mining for coal.

Sugimoto: Oh, I see, they want to blow it up from the inside.

Tanigaki: The miners jump onto the meteor, and start digging...

Tsukishima: And how exactly do they manage to get on that meteor, Private First Class Tanigaki?

Tanigaki: Huh? Um... Maybe they use a hot air balloon or something...

Tsukishima: Well then that would be impossible! A hot air balloon can only go as far as there is air. There is absolutely no way it could approach an asteroid, that comes shooting straight from space like a bullet. No way.

Tanigaki: Ugh... Well, what about shooting the coal miners onto the meteor using a giant cannon?

Asirpa: What if there was an extended penis? Everyone straddles it and shoots right into the sky...

*she starts singing the theme song of Armageddon*

Sugimoto: Asirpa-san, just forget about Panampe and Penampe.

Tsukishima: So that's a no for Tanigaki, too. The premise itself is so ridiculous you can't even focus on the story. Not captivating at all. Go back to Akita.

Tanigaki: Oh... I see...

Koito: And are you able to come up with anything, Sergeant Tsukishima?

Tsukishima: What? Me?

Koito: Obviously! You think of something too, instead of turning down everything! Even a moron can sit around and criticize something someone else has made!

Tsukishima: Well... Alright... What about the main character being... a young, poor... painter? He... manages to get hold of the cheapest ticket on a luxurious ferry ride, and is on his way back to his homeland. On the same boat there's a beautiful woman who is being forced into a marriage with an arrogant upper class guy. She doesn't want that marriage, so she tries to kill herself by jumping into the night sea... But she's saved by the main character, and the two of them fall in love.

Sugimoto: Oh my, that does sound lovely!

Shiraishi: What next, what next? Tell me more!

*theme song of Titanic starts playing*

Tsukishima: But the boat hits an iceberg, and as the passengers notice that they've started gradually sinking, the situation on board becomes dire.

Tanigaki: That's rough...

Tsukishima: As the giant boat fills with water, the two are desperate for a way to save themselves...

Koito: And then? What next? What happens to them, Tsukishima?!

Tsukishima: The boat gets split in two, and sinks... They're thrown into the freezing winter ocean.

Shiraishi: No way! How could that happen...

Tsukishima: The main character manages to put his girlfriend on a broken floating door and save her, but, as he loses all his strength due to the cold, he succumbs to his death, sinking into the freezing dark water... After that, the woman calls herself by the dead painter's surname in order to avoid that dreaded marriage, and the story ends with her, all old now, telling everyone this tale.

Sugimoto: *while sobbing* What a tragic, beautiful thing! They will come! They will all come to watch it! You're the best, Sergeant Tsukishima!

Asirpa: Woudn't it be better if the woman rode the main character's enormous testicles instead?

Sugimoto: I told you to stop bringing up Panampe and Penampe, damn it!!

Asirpa: The painter was a tanuki in disguise! Wouldn't it be better if his balls became huge and everyone survived?

Shiraishi: That would be awful, actually. You're ruining it, Asirpa-chan!

Koito: What is that...

Tanigaki: Horrible...

Asirpa: Well, anyway, this whole thing has nothing to do with the Ainu, so it's a no from me. You lot really have no eye for this thing at all.

*everyone is upset*

Asirpa: Alright, now back to Panampe and Penampe...

[ken-dom]

Keyboard Smash

Steven Wingdings x afab!reader

1k words

∘₊✧ Summary: fonts drive him crazy in more ways than one.

∘₊✧ Author’s notes: this is the drabble I was toying with writing… don’t @ me! This was entirely encouraged by the usual suspects, and I simply couldn’t resist

∘₊✧ Warnings/content: nsfw, rough sex, dubious consent, slightly creepy vibes including a storm, very silly, probably classed as a crack fic if it wasn’t also pure smut, crying, meltdowns, font kink

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Your fingertips tapped the keyboard, the little squares clicking the letters into being on the screen before you.

You knew he would disapprove of this font, but it was easy on the eyes and you always managed to write more when you used it.

You could always change it afterwards. He would never need to know. What’s the harm?

You leaned back in your chair, stretching your arms and sighing, tired but so close to finishing up.

You relaxed into your seat, amused by the eerie atmosphere in the room. The bright white light of your computer screen provided the only illumination in the room, aside from the occasional forks of lightning lighting up the night sky through your window. You smiled. He’d probably like that.

And with a loud clap of thunder and another dramatic flash of lightning, he appeared behind you, his shadow flooding your desk with darkness. It was as if he materialised out of nowhere. You jolted up, spinning around in your chair to see him standing behind you, furious and dripping with rainwater.

He didn’t say a word at first, his piercing blue eyes fixed on your screen, carefully taking in the words you’d written. And the font. Oh fuck. The font.

‘Comic sans,’ he muttered under his breath, taking his glasses off to wipe them clean of raindrops and place them delicately back on his face. ‘Comic fucking sans?’

‘I intend to change it when I’m done, but-’

‘Spare me!’ he roared, falling to his knees before you. ‘You’re writing a masterpiece like that in comic sans?! It’s tainted. I’ll never unsee it. You actively clicked on the font drop down, scrolled to C, and selected it, knowing how it would look!’

He was practically sobbing at this point.

‘I- I’m sorry, Steven, at least it’s not Pap-’

‘Don’t speak its name in front of me!’ he screeched.

‘Why don’t we just change the font right now, hm? What do you like? Times New Roman? Calibri?’

‘You can change it, but I’ll never unsee that hideous clown scribble!’ he wailed.

‘Is there anything I can do?’ you offered, beginning to feel at a loss, until a stroke of genius struck. Or so you hoped. ‘Here, how about-’

You turned back to the computer, highlighting the entirety of your work and choosing a new font. Something that would throw him off. Bring him back to you.

There was one you’d never used that caught your eye with its name alone; Satisfy. It seemed like it would be awkward to write in and more appropriate for titles, but it’s cursive style and sensual name immediately got your attention — perhaps it would get his too.

You read over some of your work while you waited for him to finish up his dramatics. It looked a little bit like his handwriting and you smiled at that, wondering if he’d actually copied it for his own penmanship.

Another flash of lightning and he was up again, his hand at your shoulder, warm and caressing.

‘Oh?’ he breathed.

You didn’t speak. Not yet. You let him take it in, biting your lips together in anticipation as he looked over you.

‘Oh, that’s very nice, that’s- mmh…’

‘See? That’s better,’ you smiled, pleased with yourself at having calmed him.

‘Over the desk,’ he instructed, low and commanding. ‘Now.’

You stood, heat flooding to your core at the suddenly seductive tone of his voice, and began to move the keyboard away for space, but a big, strong hand wrapped around your wrist and pinned it to the desk.

‘No. Leave the keyboard. I want to see our work.’

Excited, you propped yourself above it, while he made quick work of unfastening his trousers and sliding yours down, his elegant fingers immediately flying to your folds, circling your clit and ghosting over your slick entrance.

‘Mmh, soaked… you like it too?’

In all honesty you couldn’t say you had ever been aroused by a font. But then you’d never had a screaming, crying meltdown over one either. You guessed his reaction to Satisfy must have been as strong as his reaction to Papyrus had been all those weeks ago when you’d dragged him inside off the road, wet and shaking.

‘Yes,’ you agreed, not wanting him to stop.

Much to your disappointment, he did stop, but only for a moment; the next, he slammed his cock into you hard, stretching you open and driving his hips in sharp snaps against you whilst his free hand pushed your head into the keyboard.

An assortment of random letters and numbers burst onto the screen, displaying more of that delicious font, and he whined desperately.

His other hand snaked around your belly and to the apex of your thighs, rubbing furiously at your sensitive nub, making you squirm back against him. It was too much and not enough all at once, and you were ready to explode.

‘Say it,’ he cried hungrily, ‘say it!’

‘Satisfy!’ you moaned, not even needing to sex up your voice in the slightest. The font might not turn you on, but he did, and his request for you to say its name opened the floodgates into a string of needy moans.

Feeling you begin to clench around him, it took only a few more ragged thrusts and he emptied his release into you with force, a guttural growl echoing around the room while you milked him of all he had.

He collapsed, weak and groaning, on top of you, heavy breaths loud in your ear as he withdrew his length, carefully tucking himself back into his trousers and standing as soon as he was able.

‘Keep up the good work,’ he praised you.

And just like that, he was gone again, leaving you limp over the desk, leaking your combined juices onto the floor, Satisfy leaving a long trail of F’s and C’s and D’s in the space beneath your work where you were still pressed against the keyboard.

‘Comic fucking sans,’ you whispered, laughing to yourself as you peeled off the keys. ‘I’ll give him Satisfy.’

[justchelleing]

"I'm only a fool, am I not?"

Pt. 1

Cheating

Dazai x reader || Chuuya x Reader

Angst + small fluff

Sike this isn't a one shot but another series! Be patient suckers! (I'm sorry if that offended you)

Dazai has been out all night and you don't know where he's been. He came home 1:00 am a day after your anniversary, drunk, disheveled, with a woman's perfume on his coat and kiss marks everywhere. All those bloody signs he was cheating on you, you didn't mind, because you loved him too much that it hurts. Everytime he was in that kind of state, you would just look at him forcing a smile saying something like "welcome home, Hun" and he'd just reply in silence. It pained you, that the man who swore to love you and who swore to never hurt you cheating on you. Back then, you tried to convince yourself that he was just stressed from the mafia and is at work; but you worked at the mafia yourself as an executive at that meaning you knew his schedule and you knew you can't keep lying to yourself any longer. You needed comfort you knew that more than anyone, but the most thing you need is reassurance that you're over Dazai and that your ready to let him go. You packed your things so when your ready, you will leave without any inconveniences.

One day, you were done, your patience and love for him breaking like rubber bands snapping because of being too stretched. You still went to work that day but your office beside Dazai means he know when you were passing by to leave making it easy for him to cheat.

You passed by his office noticing he was observing when you leave. You walked home. Dropping your stuff in the couch and you left with just your purse and phone. You went to the bar you frequented back then and saw the familiar ginger, with Ane-san and Hirotsu-kun. When yu entered they noticed you and smiled. As usual Chūya was drunk and Ane-san was there to take care of him.

"So how have you been Y/n-san" Koyou asked.

"Yeah how has that bastard been treating you" Chuuya slurred.

"It's been hard" you replied with a forced smile on your face.

"I can tell" Hirotsu said.

"How so?" You asked

"You never come to the bar as you used to" he replied

Since that time you got drunk and told them what had been happening all these time. Koyou was so mad she almost went to the your shared house to cut off Dazai's head. You and Hirotsu tried to stop her while Chūya encouraged her that Dazai was just a sick bastard. After calming her down you are now fully drunk with Chūya, and Ane-san sighed having to take care of two trouble makers.

"You know Y/n..." He slurred

"hMm?" You asked.

"You should've just dated me and not that asshole Dazai" he replied which made you surprised of how bold Chuuya is when drunk.

After that it was 11:53 pm and Koyou was tired of both of you, thankfully both of you are now asleep so she called Akutagawa for help. Koyou thought it was bad that you stayed with Dazai so she let you crash in her place without you knowing of course.

You walk up with a pain in your head. "Ugh!" You groaned. You dressed up all familiar with Koyou's place and came to your house. She told you to just leave Dazai right now but of course you have to go to your house and reasoned with her that you have to get your stuff in which she agreed to let you go.

You opened the door in which you see nobody there or so you thought. You sighed in relief to get your suitcase to leave just as Ane-san had suggested but all those plans were thrown out the window when you heard the door creak.

"Your late." You hear his cold voice

"..." You ignored his question and had a cold face on. Your wrist was held by Dazai roughly.

"Agh!" You winced in pain

"Y/n.. What. Are. You. Doing" he demanded an answer this time glancing at the suitcase behind you.

"What does it looks like? I'm leaving, our relationship is over. You can go back to whoever you've been fucking for the last few months and I'll leave. " You said cold-heartedly.

"How..did you know..?-" He asked but was interupted by you

"Fuck it Osamu! I'm tired of this! Do you want me to beg for you?! WELL GUESS WHAT I WON'T SINCE I'M ONLY A FOOL am I not?! YOU SICK FUCK!" You lashed out and grabbed your suitcase shutting the door on him, leaving.

You crashed at Chūya's place that time for comfort. You were pretty much confused on why he would be shy around you. Now you were alone in the night, moonlight lighting his beautiful orange hair.

"Y/n.. I know it's not a good time to ask a girl who just broke up with her boyfriend but will you be my lover?" He sweetly said. But of course Chūya only said because you were asleep, too tired after drinking and crying. He caresses your red cheeks and gave you a kiss on the forehead. He curled his fist angry that you cried because of his partner, Dazai.

[fixfoxnox]

Actually you know what, can we get a gaz getting kidnapped by ultranationalist Roach, I mean we got the others (sans price but he goes last so) and I wanna see how gaz's turn goes

Anon I am kissing you on the mouth (with your permission of course) and bumping this up before the rest of the Roach's sweet boys stuff

I was really like, "man, I'm gonna have to write the Gaz stuff without anyone requesting it" THEN YOU APPEARED YES

Roach's Pretty Boy

Warnings: Dub-con, Psychological games (not on Gaz)

Gaz has no fucking idea where he is. He knows that and the men chasing him definitely know that. He still doesn't stop running, racing through the abandoned building while desperately calling for Price through his comms, hoping that somehow he could pick up the man's signal again. He knew it wouldn't happen, not in this shitty old building, it changed nothing.

The men chasing him had guns, his had been knocked out of his hands early into the fight. This was an ambush. It was as simple as that.

The mission was supposed to be easy. Just him, Price, Soap, and Ghost. Get in, get the shit they needed, get out. What they hadn't expected, what Gaz hadn't expected, was for the entire camp of Ultranationalists to know that they were coming. How had they known they were coming?

They'd been told the entire camp was small, maybe fifteen men who were going to be transporting some highly precious intel or weapons or something to their leader. The man that the 141 had been chasing for months now, only going after him more vigorously after the presumed death of their teammate, Makarov, a month prior. It had hit the entire team hard, Price especially. They all wanted revenge, they were all determined to get it.

They'd come to the camp where the intel was meant to be and they'd split up to try and find it quicker. It was a stealth mission, the ultranationalists weren't supposed to know they were there. But then, just as they'd separated far enough that they couldn't come back together, there had been a shout and every person in the camp had made a b-line toward one of the 141 members.

Gaz in particular had at least eight of the men come his way. He'd taken a few out, but when he was forced to reload they took the opportunity to jump him. His gun had been lost in the fight, and a rather intimidating and large man had tried to...grab him? Not kill him, more like restrain. He didn't have time to question it. He had no weapon and he absolutely had to run.

He'd taken off on foot, calling out to the rest of the 141, trying to put together a meet point as his friends fought for their lives, or at least he assumed they were. He wasn't quite sure where he ran in his attempt to lose the men. He'd taken so many turns, ducked through so many small buildings. Every time he thought he'd lost the men and they would appeared again, still hot on his trail.

He'd made a stupid move then, he'd run into a building with the back entrance blocked. He had no choice, he had to move up. His legs were screaming their protest by the time that he stumbled to the top floor, quickly hiding somewhere as he heard the men still chasing him approach. He needed to get around them somehow.

He could hear their footsteps as they cautiously approached, their voices whispering harshly to one another. He could hardly hear them, but he still managed to catch a few things.

"Find him!"

"Careful, he's dangerous."

"Remember, the boss wants him alive and unharmed."

What? "The boss" wanted him unharmed? The thought made his heart beat in his chest rapidly. What the fuck could the head of the Ultranationalists want with him? Torture? Information maybe? Just someone to kill with his own hands?

Gaz peeked out from his hiding place, quickly scanning the floor. It seemed that most of the men had darted into other rooms or further down one of the halls. This was his opportunity.

He tried to keep his footsteps quiet as he moved, keeping low as he made his way back toward the stairs. He grew closer and closer, relaxing as he finally reached the top of the stairs. He was so sure he'd made it, so sure. Then large unwavering arms had wrapped around him, quickly and easily throwing his struggling form over their shoulder as though he weighed nothing.

"Found him," the man rumbled out, holding tighter to Gaz as he started to beat on his back, screaming and yelling in hopes that one of the members of his team might hear him. It was no use, help wasn't going to come.

"Right," another man called, "C'mon, I'm sure the boss is getting impatient." They started down the stairs, forming a protective guard around the one carrying Gaz. Gaz continued screaming as they took him out of the building, his voice going hoarse and his limbs going tired. He didn't stop struggling. It didn't matter. Help wasn't coming.

He could feel dread growing in his chest as the men brought him toward another far off building, tucked away in the wreckage of the small town they were in. The building hadn't been on their maps. This entire thing was a trap and they'd walked right into it.

He was brought inside of the building. He still struggled, but there was something else, he could hear his comms crackling again. They were picking up a signal! He could hear Price's voice begin coming through as he was tossed onto a, thankfully somewhat new, mattress on the floor of the old building.

He wasn't paying attention as his hands moved up to press to his comms, he needed to tell Price, he could hear the man's voice through the radio he had. "Price!" He managed to get out. His panicked voice was cut off as a hand reached down, snatching the radio off from his chest and disconnecting it from his headphones, the noises of the comm crackling through the air.

"Gaz? Can you hear us?"

Gaz surged up after the radio but he was met with a foot to his chest, shoving him back down onto the mattress and harshly pinning him there with a threatening pressure. His eyes trailed up to the figure above him, his heart sinking into his chest as he met the bright grin of one Gary Sanderson.

Sanderson kept his foot to Gaz's chest, pinning him to the ground as he brought the radio up to his mouth.

"Gaz is a little occupied at the moment, Captain. I can take a message for you though."

Gaz could hear the sharp intake of breath from the radio. He could hear Soap's strangled cry and Ghost's choked off gasp as they all realized just who had spoken from Gaz's comms.

"Sanderson," Price acknowledged harshly.

"Ding, ding, ding!" Sanderson gave a laugh, "We have a winner! Let's give the man a prize shall we?" He pulled a knife from his waist, twirling it threateningly in his fingers as he removed his foot from Gaz's chest and instead moved to hover over him. He held the Radio out toward him, pressing the button to talk, "Speak, pretty boy."

"Captain," Gaz choked out, fear flooding through system. He had to tell Price where he was, the man could still help, "We're at a building outsi-" he was cut off abruptly by a foot pressing against his chest threateningly again, the pressure just on the side of bruising.

To his surprise, Sanderson didn't do much else than that, only releasing the talk button to grin down at him. He gave a tutting noise, "Naughty, naughty." He brought the radio back up to his mouth, "Sorry, Captain, can't have you and your little team ruining my plans for your friend here."

"If you lay a finger on him, Sanderson," Price's voice was low and threatening, but Gaz could hear something else, another note to his tone. Panic. Fear. It was clear from the way that Sanderson's eyes brightened that he'd heard them as well.

"You'll what, Captain?" Sanderson grinned down at Gaz again, shooting him a playful wink as he continued, "You're in no position to be making threats to me. But, let me just assure you," he stepped away from Gaz then, tucking the knife he'd pulled back into his belt before pulling a gun from his waist. Gaz could see him flick the safety off as he turned toward him, fear filled his gut. "I'll take good care of your man. He is in my very very capable hands. Here, let me give you a demonstration." He pulled the radio away from his face, but kept his finger on the talk button as he quickly pulled his gun up and fired a single shot.

Gaz felt confusion flood him. Sanderson hadn't shot him? He'd just shot the wall? What was happening?

"No!" Gaz could hear Soap's voice over the comms, broken and hurt. They thought he'd just been shot. He opened his mouth to tell them otherwise, but snapped it shut when Sanderson turned to him, raising a finger to his lips indicating for him to stay quiet. He didn't want to risk disobeying the man.

"You," Price's voice was harsh, but it was also shakey. Shakey and watery. Sanderson giggled joyfully at the sound of it, "I'm going to find you Sanderson. I'm going to find you and kill you, and I am going to make it painful."

"Goodbye, Captain. It's always fun talking to you." With that, Sanderson tossed the radio to the ground at his feet, quickly slamming his foot down on it and effectively breaking it.

Gaz watched the man, anxiety filling his gut as he turned to him, his gun tucked back in at his waist. "Now then," Sanderson turned to the other men still in the room, "Wait outside for us, would you? I'd like a moment alone."

The men listened carefully shuffling out of the room to leave Gaz completely alone with a psychopath who was, no doubt, going to kill him. He shuffled back, trying to move away a bit as Sanderson approached him, quickly standing over him again. There was a pause, Gaz was tense, he was trying to mentally prepare himself to die.

He was shell-shocked then, when, rather than pulling his gun again, Sanderson dropped to his knees, straddling his lap and giving a happy whine as he wrapped his arms around his shoulders. The terrorist buried his face in Gaz's neck, nuzzling almost lovingly against the skin there. Gaz was frozen. He didn't understand what was happening.

"Pretty boy," Sanderson pulled back from his neck, peering at him with low eyes and a blush sitting high on his cheeks, "Pretty boy, all mine." He gave a bright grin and an excited little noise at his words before darting forward to capture Gaz's lips against his own.

Gaz's brain short-circuted at the feeling of lips sliding over his, a hand sliding into his hair to give a light tug. There was the feeling of a tongue licking into his mouth excitedly, like an overeagar puppy. He hated to admit it, but there was a part of him that relaxed, his mind going blank for a moment. The lips against his felt good, the hand in his hair felt good, the tongue in his mouth was so tempting.

He'd come back to himself quickly though, remembering that this wasn't some bloke that he'd met at a pub kissing him. This was a terrorist, a terrorist who'd just convinced his entire team that he'd killed him.

He shoved himself away from Sanderson then, collapsing back to lay fully on the mattress, his hands against the man's chest to keep him away as he stared up at him, a bright blush on his face. Sanderson gave him a pout, his now free hands running up and down his chest and dangerously close to the top of his pants, "Pretty boy," he mumbled out, almost shyly, "I thought we were having a good time?"

Gaz gaped at him. This was clearly an act, he could see it in the mischevious glint of the other man's eyes. He knew it was an act, but it still almost convinced him. For a flash, he actually felt bad for pulling away. It was a little impressive, though he would never admit it.

"You're," Gaz started, "You're the fucking head of the ultranationalists. You can't just kiss me!"

"Why not?" Roach tilted his head at him.

Gaz gaped at the man, his mouth opening and closing rapidly, "We're enemies! I'm meant to kill you."

Sanderson seemed to consider his words for a moment before he responded, "Hmm, no. I don't like that." His hands moved up to grab Gaz's wrists and, in a second, Gaz found his hands pinned above his head with a surprising show of strength, a face hovering just over his temptingly. "See," Sanderson bit his lip, his eyes tracing appreciatively over Gaz's face, "You're mine, pretty boy. Which means," He leaned down, capturing Gaz's lips again in a messy, almost frantic kiss. His legs moved, one slotting between Gaz's to rub against him through his pants. Gaz couldn't help the little whine that escaped him at the feeling. Finally, after another long moment and a harsh nip at Gaz's lip, Sanderson pulled back, "Which means, that everything you've known before doesn't matter. All that matters now is that you," his thigh teased at Gaz's clothed cock again and he gave a delighted laugh at the embarrassed gasp that left Gaz's mouth, "you belong to me, pretty boy."

Gaz could only gape at the man. Sanderson allowed him to stare for only a moment, a mischevious grin on his face, before he was burying his face in Gaz's throat with an excited trill. Gaz tried to struggle against the man's hands. It was no use. He tried to pull away from the mouth that attacked his neck. It was no use. He tried not to gasp at the thigh that was slotted between his legs. He tried not to grind back against it when it pressed close to him. "Get," he stuttered breathlessly, "Get off of me."

To his surprise, Sanderson listened. The man gave him a grin, pushing himself off of the ground to hover over his prone form again. "Pretty boy," Sanderson stepped back and motioned for him to get up from the floor, "Come on, we have to get going anyways."

Gaz hesitantly stood from the floor, worried it might be a trick. The only thing that happened was Sanderson stepped closer to him, tugging him down to capture his lips again. Gaz should have pulled away, he shouldn't have let his mind go blank again. But he did. Only for a second. A second was all Sanderson needed.

He pulled away from the man, startled as he felt metal click around his wrists. He looked down with horror at the cuffs that now kept his hands together. He looked back up at Sanderson, watching with growing concern as the man gave a bright and happy laugh. "You're so cute when you're confused." Sanderson reached forward, grabbing the center of the cuffs and yanking them, forcing Gaz to stumble forward into his chest. The man wrapped him up in his arms, "So sweet," he muttered into his ear, "I am going to take very good care of you baby."

[sundropmoondroplover]

Accidental

Second P.O.V

      You finally awoke from movement coming from Sans. He seemed to be adjusting a bit still not noticing he had trapped you against him in his sleep. You felt comfortable for some reason in his arms. Yeah he was a skeleton but you shouldn't feel as comfortable as you do. You decided it was time to get up before San's younger brother Papyrus finds you two sleeping together. You blushed at the thought of Papyrus finding you and Sans sleeping together. Its not like it was purposeful. It was an accident. You decided not to think about that and tried to find your way out of San's arms. It was quite hard because Sans had you in a grip like he didn't want to let you go. You decided there was only one way to get out of San's hold and that was to wake him up. You didn't want to do that as he looked so peaceful in his sleep. After a while of watching him sleep you blushed once again realizing what you were doing.

        You decided that you were going to wake him up. "Sans..?" you said quietly attempting to wake him up. You lightly shook him as you tried to wake him up. You heard him let out a groan and move around in the bed. "5 more minutes.." he grunted out half asleep. He still didn't know that he was snuggling you closer to his body. You then gently shook him and that woke him up. When Sans noticed what was happening you noticed a blue blush slowly come onto his cheekbones and he quickly got up and away from you. "uh.. I'm so sorry Y/n.. i swear i didn't mean to do that at all. it was an accident i swear" he said quick rubbing the back of his skull. You got up from the bed. "It's okay Sans. I know you didn't mean to. You kinda wouldn't let me go last night when I brought you to your room to lay you down on your bed" you explained to him. Sans looked around his room letting out a sigh.

        "leave my room before paps sees you in here and think we uh.. did something" he said. You looked around his room then looked at Sans. "Oh.. uh Sans by the way.. I'm not sure how long we slept but Papyrus really wanted us all to try the new spaghetti me and him made together. I was going to come and tell you but you were asleep" you told him. Sans let out another sigh. "alright... thanks for telling me. I'll be down in a little bit" Sans said. You nodded and left him room saying a quick goodbye before you left. You then went downstairs to see if Papyrus was awake and left Sans by himself in his room. 

Sans P.O.V

        Fuck I didn't mean to hold Y/n in my room and sleep with them. I was asleep and didn't realize I was doing it. I sat on the mattress on my floor putting my skull in my phalanges. I let out a big sigh. I had to make sure that it would never happen again. I needed to make sure me and Y/n are getting any closer. What can I do to make sure we don't get any closer than we already are? I can tell that my bro absolutely loves her like a friend. He's happy to finally have someone to call a friend and I'm happy about that. But, humans are the ones who caused us to be underground and there's something weird about Y/n. I told her about the resets. What if she uses that against me? I need to make sure that never happens.

Third P.O.V

        As you reached the bottom of the stairs you heard Papyrus's voice. "OH HELLO HUMAN! I NOTICED YOU TOOK SANS UP TO HIS ROOM BECAUSE HE WAS ASLEEP. NOT TO WORRY ITS ONLY BEEN A FEW HOURS. DID SANS DO THE THING WHERE HE DIDN'T WANT TO LET GO WHILE ASLEEP?" Papyrus asked you. You were astonished that Papyrus knew what Sans would exactly do. Yeah the 2 are brothers but how did Papyrus know Sans would do that? "Yeah, he did the Papy. How'd you know?" you asked Papyrus. Papyrus was busy reheating the spaghetti you 2 had made earlier. "OH. THAT'S AN EASY QUESTION. HE DID THE SAME THING TO ME SOMETIMES WHEN I BROUGHT HIM UP TO HIS ROOM..." Papyrus responded. So it was common for Sans to do this? You wondered why Sans would do that until a thought popped up in your head. "Hey Papy? Does Sans have nightmares?" you asked him. Papyrus stopped what he was doing when you asked him that question.

        "YES! SANS HAS NIGHTMARES ALMOST EVERY NIGHT. I CAN HEAR HIM ALOT SO I GO AND CHECK ON HIM. I want to make sure he's okay.." Papyrus responded. The last thing he said was said in a softer tone you've never heard out of him. Papyrus is yelling a lot of the time. Before you could ask what kind of nightmares Sans had you heard Sans voice. "hey bro. you made some spaghetti in a new recipe i heard?" sans said. "YES SANS! THE HUMAN HELPED ME COME UP WITH A NEW RECIPE AND I WANTED US TO TRY IT TOGETHER!" Papyrus exclaimed out. Sans had a smile on his face as he sat at the small dinner table him and Papyrus had. "alright paps lets try the new recipe" Sans replied. You sat at the dinner table next to Sans as Papyrus set the plates of spaghetti down. "LETS EAT!" Papyrus exclaimed sitting down. You soon started eating as did Sans and Papyrus. "mm.. this is super good bro.. and i mean it" Sans said smiling. You agreed with Sans and you swear you saw a light orange blush on Papyrus's cheekbones. 

        "THANK YOU SANS AND HUMAN I REALLY APPRECIATE THE COMPLIMENTS BUT I COULDN'T HAVE MADE SUCH A GREAT DISH WITHOUT YOU HUMAN" Papyrus said. You smiled and responded to Papyrus. "Aw it was nothing Papyrus.. I really like helping others.. by the way do you need help with cleaning dishes after dinner?" you asked him. Papyrus nodded saying "I WOULD APPRECIATE THE HELP! NOW SANS WHY CAN'T YOU BE HELPFUL LIKE THE HUMAN?" You let out a giggle and looked over at Sans. "hey bro i am helpful... i helped you find this human" Sans replied smiling. Hey at least Sans wasn't wrong about that. "OH? LAST TIME I CHECKED THE LAST THING YOU DID WITH THE HUMAN WAS SLEEP IN YOUR ROOM WITH HER" Papyrus said.

        You were drinking some water and started coughing not expecting Papyrus to pull that card out. The 2 skeleton brothers looked at you. "ARE YOU ALRIGHT HUMAN?" Papyrus asked. "Yes I'm okay Papyrus just didn't expect you to say that" you respond tears in your eyes as you started laughing. Sans looked shocked that Papyrus knew about that and glared at you. "What? It's not my fault that Papyrus is smart and figured out what you did!" You said. Sans let out a sigh standing up. "i'm going back to my room paps.. i have a lot to do in there.." sans said before leaving going up to his room. What just happened? One moment all three of you were having some fun and the next Sans left the room. You then decided to get up and help Papyrus with the dishes. You were going to figure out what just happened not now but later.