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You're at the Party

“so you brought mass murderers to my place without warning me beforehand?” Cross said.

“Haha, nice.”

“don't humor them, chara.”

Blue wrung his hands together, opening his mouth to explain only for Ink to cut in.

“Listen, these guys aren't gonna cause any trouble. Besides, I thought this was a place where people could start over.” Ink crossed his arms.

“Two of them killed everyone in their universe? Hm, a Sans killing a bunch of people…Where have I heard that before?” XChara nudged Cross’s arm.

“you know that isn’t the problem here.”

Everyone gave Cross a look as if he was the one that was being unreasonable here.

Cross sighed, “fine, they can stay. but they need to pass a test first.”

Blue narrowed his eyes skeptically. “What kind of test?”

“well, i guess it's more of a favor.”

“Is this what I think it is? You're not sending them there.”

Cross waved away his concern. “it’ll be fine,” he insisted.

“What are we talking about?” Ink questioned.

Blue leaned close to Ink. “He’s totally planning to use them to retrieve his friend.”

“Oh! Hah. Ahahahahaha!” Ink giggled like he told him a joke. His eyelights reflected his amusement as he stared at Cross. “So we’re at this part now, huh?”

Cross looked confused while Blue huffed at his words and XChara looked bored.

Ink clapped his hands together. “Well then~! Have fun with that~!” he said cheerfully.

“I'm sure those tildes have no malice behind it,” Blue deadpanned.

“Oh, when have my tildes ever held malice~?”

Blue opted for putting his hands on his waist rather than gracing that with a reply.

“Anyway, I gotta bounce! I’ll see y’all later. Don't have too much fun without me~!” He painted a hole in the ground and hopped into it while waving goodbye.

“Eugh, he's like a kid that just learned about emoticons,” XChara said.

“you can't even see the tildes,” Cross pointed out.

XChara rolled their eyes. “I don't have to. I can hear it in his voice.”

“Never mind that. Cross, you can't send them there! I’ve already been making a careful plan. To just toss it out the window and replace it with an improvised one isn't a good idea!”

He rolled his eyelights and crossed his arms. “It doesn't need to work, anyway. I don't expect it to.”

Blue’s sockets widened as he gasped. “So you're just,” he gestured wildly, “sending them off to their deaths? Where's your compassion?”

“Where was their compassion when they hurt all those monsters?”

Blue narrowed his eye sockets. “Where's your compassion?” he repeated in a duller tone.

“Don't you have a Mettaton to serve? This isn't your business.” he snapped back.

Blue threw his hands up, “Wow! Sheesh. Fine. Go have fun torturing the prisoners of war.” He stormed off with a frown.

XChara and Cross watched as he walked in a direction that definitely led to nowhere rather than towards the town.

“He has a point,” XChara stated.

“Awful navigation skills is what he has,” Cross spat. He noticed XChara’s unamused face and did a double take. “Do you actually agree with him?”

“Huh! Do I agree with him that you have no right to judge these morally messed up monsters and that sending them to that freak’s place as punishment is completely hypocritical of you?” They stroked their chin and pretended to think about it hard. “Yes, Mr. ‘the reason why our world has become a hotspot for people who messed up like you!’”

“You don't care about them at all. You're just saying that to spite me.”

“I am, thanks for noticing,” they deadpanned.

Cross brought a hand to his face and sighed.

Killer awoke. He wasn't refreshed in the slightest and he nearly panicked over waking up in unfamiliar surroundings if it wasn't for Dust smacking him on the head.

No wait, he was called Dusk now. He even came up with that name for him.

Sheesh, the sudden change is gonna be hard to get used to.

Right. New chapter of his life. Again. Again again, actually.

Ironically, he was starting to get sick of new experiences.

This wasn't a bad change, really. In fact, it was a clear upgrade. Well, that's what he thought back when Nightmare first found him too, so.

He was waiting for the catch. He was ready this time.

There was a knock on the door.

Both of them had the knee-jerk reaction of summoning a blaster angled at the door but then the rational part of their minds took over and they scrambled out of bed to hold their blasters' mouths shut.

“good morning to you guys too,” said the voice behind the door.

They managed to desummon their blasters once they recognized that it was, in fact, Horror that knocked.

There was unmistakable joy on Killer’s face. He didn't say it, but he was convinced Horror was going to avoid them since they got settled in.

He skipped over to the door like a gleeful idiot and opened the door.

Killer was surprised by his getup. It was the first time he's seen him in different clothing. If it wasn't for the red eye in his socket he wouldn't have recognized him.

The first thing he noticed was the cap he was wearing. It was a generic white cap that covered the hole in his head. Other than that, his outfit was the same as any other normal Sans, sans the signature hoodie. He also looked a lot less tired.

“‘sup, h—sans. ‘sup sans,” Killer said, barely catching himself. He couldn't help but still refer to him as “Horror” in his mind, since from the day they met that's what he called him and known him as. But those names were nothing but brands that Nightmare put on him and Dusk. They weren't names that they chose for themselves.

“hey,” he replied with a small wave, mostly aimed at Dusk to acknowledge his presence even though he hadn't approached the door yet. “so…” he trailed off, unsure.

So.

They were in unfamiliar territory now. After a whole year of living with Nightmare, they formed somewhat of a schedule. A loose one, but a schedule nonetheless—mainly built off of the way Nightmare acted.

With that thrown out the window, every step they took was unfamiliar. Potentially dangerous. Ironic, considering they were in a safer area now. At least they assumed so.

They hoped so.

They would normally eat breakfast at this time, probably. They weren't ever exactly sure what time it was, but that's how it's been their whole life. It felt like it was around that time, at least.

“my bro said there's a bakery here.” Another pause. Okay, he didn't have to make this that awkward. “you two wanna scope the place out with me?”

Killer’s smile perked up at the edges. “hate to say it, that sounded like you just asked us out on a date.”

“‘k, forget i asked.” He made the move to shut the door.

“nah, i’m joking! we’ll go—” he whipped his head to Dusk for verification, who gave him a thumbs up. “—yeah, let's go.”

So they got out of the hotel room. The lobby had a few people, unlike last time.

None of the three really acknowledged anyone there and no one acknowledged them, until some Monster Kid said a mere hello that made them all awkwardly respond; either with a curt head nod, wave, or quiet “hi” back.

Boy, they weren't ready to be perceived by anyone else. How the hell were they going to handle entering a cafe, let alone going outside? Well, Sans managed, so.

Sans was probably the most stable of the three, let's be real. He was the only one who had contact with other people before Nightmare came to them. When it comes to interaction, Killer and Dusk have done nothing but literally talk to themselves for who knows how long.

The second Sans started to open the door, Killer protested, “actually. could you just grab me something instead? i’ll stay in the room.” When he turned to retreat, Dusk grabbed him by the arm.

Dusk gave him a look that spelled “really, coward?”

“i don't think i’m ready, okay? sue me,” he said. He could already feel eyes on him. The stares gnawed away at his bones, trying to eat him alive.

They knew what he wanted to do.

Dusk sighed, letting go of his arm. “we can't go,” he signed to Sans.

“right…” he sounded disappointed—no that was pity in his voice. He probably didn’t even expect the two to agree in the first place. “anything specific you want?”

“nothin’ with chocolate.”

Dusk shook his head.

“gotcha. i’ll be back in a bit,” he said.

Dusk and Killer watched as he sauntered off to be a normal monster that was a part of society. Then they walked at a breakneck pace back to their room.

Once they were back in the safety of their private room, they collapsed on their beds.

Killer, face buried against his pillow, groaned in frustration. “i hate this. we're safe now and i can't even go outside. do you feel it too, dusk? that tug on your soul?”

He might kill someone if he went outside. It was highly likely.

Of course it wouldn't be that easy to return to a normal life—of course his high LOVE would haunt him. He was too tired yesterday to be bothered by it, but now, any other monster he saw that wasn't Dusk or Sans had his soul screaming for more exp.

“i’m trying to ignore it,” Dusk mumbled.

He laughed. That's not going to work. That is not going to work and they both know it.

That’s.

That's not going to work.

“it was—it was better when we were stuck with Nightmare. we wouldn't be able to—”

“It wasn’t better,” Dusk interrupted.

“—we’re going to kill someone. we're going to kill someone and it's going to snowball and it'll—hah—it'll be like a snowball of dust!”

He was choking now, on the rotten determination coming out of his skull.

“killer.”

That's what he was, wasn't he? A killer.

“killer!”

That's all he was.

“Killer.”

Oh, someone was holding him by the shoulders. Wow, everything was blurry and stained black. No, that was just the liquid in his sockets. He tilted his head down, letting it flow out until he could see better.

Oh, it was Dusk. Right.

He shuddered out a breath. He realized all his senses had turned off for the past few seconds. When the hell did he get on the floor?

His eyelights finally focused enough to stare back at Dusk. He didn't like the worried look he had on his face. He cleared his throat, trying to play it off, but all that did was make him hack out more rotten determination.

“well…” the sentence died on his teeth the second he started. “i want to go back to sleep,” he settled on saying.

Dusk brought him into a stilted not-quite-a-hug, where he brought him closer and draped his skull over his shoulder.

They just. Stayed there. For a bit.

“another episode…i’m starting a daily streak, really.” Any humor he thought that statement would have was completely absent. God, how fucking pathetic was he? Surely Dusk was struggling with his LOVE just as much as he was but he didn’t fuss about it. He shouldn’t need Dusk’s comfort and Dusk shouldn’t need to comfort him. He was so selfish. So needy.

Killer willed himself to move away from Dusk to lay back down on his bed.

The room was quiet until someone knocked on the door again.

Dusk opted to answer the door since Killer wasn't budging.

Fortunately it was Sans who was at the door but unfortunately, he wasn't alone. Behind him was another skeleton he hadn't seen before.

He wore monochromatic clothing and there were large x’s on his sleeves and boots. He looked a lot younger than all of them. He must've been in his 20’s. His eyelights were a lot bigger than the average sans, with a slitted pupil reminiscent of a cat’s.

Despite the youthful look, one glance was enough to tell Dusk that he had a lot of LOVE too. It wasn’t nearly as much as he or Killer had, but it was more than the amount Sans had.

Dusk glared at the stranger as if he personally wronged him.

Sans didn’t look too happy either with the death grip he had on the bag containing their breakfast.

“hey,” Sans said. He walked in as if everything was fine and normal.

The stranger also tried walking in as if everything was fine and normal.

A wall of bones rose in front of him to block his path.

Killer sat up on the bed, “nope. not dealing with unwelcome company now, thank you.”

The stranger cleared his throat, straightening his posture. “well, i’m actually the organizer of this place. the name’s cross. i’m sure ink told you three about me.”

“i’ve never heard of you in my life,” Killer said.

It was painfully clear that Cross was already annoyed by Killer, despite his attempts to keep his face neutral. “i’ll just get to the point—”

“he’s gonna test us. if we pass, we can stay. if we don’t, we’re getting kicked out,” Sans said. He opened the bag of food and grabbed a pastry for himself before handing it over to Dusk.

Dusk hesitated as he grabbed the bag. He quickly grabbed the first pastry he laid his hand on and turned to Killer.

“we’re getting kicked out?” Killer repeated.

“only if you don’t pass the test,” Cross emphasized.

Killer stood up as the wall of bones went away. He shambled over to him with a misleadingly calm expression. He leaned close to Cross’s head, keeping his hands by his sides. “what’s the test?”

Cross stood his ground, keeping his eyes locked on Killer as if he would attack him if he merely glanced away. “a rescue mission,” he answered with a steady voice despite the tension.

“the blue guy said you weren’t going to torture us,” Killer spat.

“it’s not torture. i have a plan. it should be simple,” Cross insisted.

He narrowed his eye sockets. “so why are you using us as fodder?”

“it’s a test.”

Sans snagged the bag from Dusk and shoved it over to Killer. “no point in complainin’, just roll with it.”

Killer pushed the bag aside. “why are you being so compliant? he’s going to send us to our deaths!”

“because we don’t have a choice,” he sighed. “besides, we’ve gone through hell and back, what’s one more trial?”

Killer caved in and grabbed the bag to fish out a pastry for himself. He took a hefty bite from it specifically to talk with his mouth full, “you gonna leave us alone after we complete this ‘rescue mission’?”

“yeah, just this one thing and you’ll all prove that i can trust you to stay here.”

Killer winced at the word “trust”. He quickly scarfed the rest of the pastry down. Now that he thought about it, he couldn’t really blame Cross for putting them through a trial considering that they’re all murderers. Well, he didn’t think Sans should be judged to the same extent as them. He needed to kill all those humans in order to survive.

“why does sans need to go too? his friends and family have already been staying here,” he asked.

Cross looked surprised by his question. Fucker probably didn’t expect him to be considerate. “the plan’s easier with three people, and all three of you worked with nightmare.”

“worked!?” Killer shoved the bag towards Sans and grabbed Cross by his shirt. “we didn’t work with that bastard. he KIDNAPPED us! if you think for one second that we associated with him? oh you got it entirely wrong, asshole! do you think we had fun being his fucking toys?” he snapped.

“killer, let go of him,” Sans said.

“y’know what? fine. i’ll do your stupid test. nothing you put me through will be worse than what he did to us,” he snarled before pushing him away.

Cross fixed the wrinkles Killer made on his clothes. His nonchalant behavior pissed Killer off even more.

He was lucky he actually listened to Sans.

“sorry, i wasn’t aware of that,” he said quietly.

Killer calmed down only slightly at the apology. He crossed his arms and scoffed, “you better be.”

Cross waited for them to finish eating breakfast before he went over the plan.

As he talked more, the three were even less psyched about doing this.

They were going to disguise themselves and then enter the place through a portal made by Ink. The first part of the plan was finding the right monster. Cross handed them an image for reference. They collectively sighed when they saw it was yet another Sans. If he wasn't wearing the same outfit it would be hard to find him, that's not to mention that Cross said the place they were infiltrating was a packed warehouse.

The second part of the plan was actually leaving the place. Which was supposedly the easier part of the plan because Ink will arrive and make another portal once they find the monster.

All in all, this just sounded like some dumb hidden object game rather than a rescue mission.

Ink arrived at the room shortly after Cross finished explaining. He came in holding a pile of clothes, their disguises.

Said clothes were all campy and flashy.

“in what world,” Sans held up a sequin jacket that had colors that could blind hawks, “are these disguises?”

“Well you're going to a party! A rave, specifically,” Ink explained.

Killer snatched a red leather jacket and bell bottom jeans from the pile. “all of these shirts suck, i’m gonna change.” He went over to the bathroom with the articles in hand.

“Oh yeah!” Ink snapped his hand. He reached into the pockets of his pants and took out three pairs of sunglasses, each were different shapes. “Almost forgot the most important part.”

“glasses,” Sans remarked.

Dusk and Sans exchanged glances with each other.

“it's really bright there,” Cross explained.

“in a warehouse?”

“trust me, the strobe lights could probably blind you otherwise.”

Sans narrowed his sockets.

Killer finished changing and waltzed out of the bathroom, flaunting his gaudy outfit.

“no shirt?” Sans remarked.

“i said they all suck.”

“surely you could just wear the shirt you already had on.”

“actually,” Cross butted in, “after you three get back we’re burning those clothes immediately. so probably don't wear anything that's actually yours.”

“and why are you doing that?”

“Cooties,” Ink deadpanned.

Cross frowned at him.

“Anyways, take a pair. Whatever you do, do not take them off.” Ink held out the shades with a wink.

Killer opted for the triangular ones while Dusk grabbed the rectangular ones and Sans got the circular ones.

Then Dusk and Sans grabbed whatever clothing, tossing any attempts to make a cohesive outfit out the window, and took turns changing in the bathroom.

Finally, Cross looked over the three, determining if their disguises were good to go. Dusk and Sans’s fits were horrible. That neon fluffy bucket hat that Sans wore was definitely not comfortable. At least Killer had a cohesive outfit.

He spent a second longer looking at Killer's sunglasses. He leaned close to Ink. “it doesn't cover his sockets fully,” he whispered.

“It’ll be fiiine,” Ink assured. He clasped his hands together. “Okay! You're all ready to go. Don't forget, you're looking for Epic, the most notable feature is the scar on his eye socket. Keep your distance from other partygoers and do not take off those shades.” His scarf swept at the floor underneath the three, creating holes that lead to their destination.

The three could barely see Ink waving goodbye as they fell.

The landing wasn't bad, all of them landed on their feet just fine, but the change in atmosphere gave them whiplash. While it was dark as night, strobe lights flashed and lit up the place erratically.

Oh god the music.

Eurodance from the 90’s was blasting with bass heavy enough to shake the building.

Oh god, the amount of monsters.

They were also dressed in gaudy outfits, which explained why their disguises were like that.

“cool. all we need to do is find whoever the hell ‘epic’ is. should we split?” Killer asked.

“oh god no,” Sans said.

Dusk grabbed them by their shoulders to drag them around and start their search.

“they're all wearing glasses too, didn't they say a scar on the socket is how we can differentiate him?” Sans said.

Killer groaned, “this is gonna take forever! we should just ask around or something.”

“you suddenly in the mood for social interaction?”

“this sensory nightmare’s making me feel like i’m floating out of my body, i just want to get this over with.” Killer approached one of the partygoers. “hey, y’know where a skeleton called epic is?”

He was completely ignored.

“cool. awesome. if we don't split up this’ll literally take forever, peace.” Killer walked off without waiting for the other two’s input.

Dusk and Sans watched as he got lost in the crowd in a whopping five seconds.

Dusk face palmed.

“maybe…maybe we can ask the dj? then they'll put out an announcement, or something,” Sans said.

“not that simple,” Dusk signed. He spelled out “fishy”.

“would it hurt to try?”

Dusk frantically shook his fist in a “yes.”

“eh, don't be a downer. where is the dj, anyway?” He looked around, fortunately most of the monsters here were around the same height as him so his view wasn't too obstructed. “yeesh, this place is big.”

The strobe lights flickered more as they all started moving to one point. The lights shone on the DJ station, the DJ themself was still shrouded in darkness. The sound of scratching discs filled the building as the music quieted down. “HOW WE FEELIN’ BROSEPHS ‘N JOESEPHS!?”

A mechanical roar of cheers rang out among the crowd.

They recognized that voice. They most definitely recognized that voice.

Dusk grabbed Sans by the arm.

“okay,” Sans breathed, “that's fine. maybe, no one knows his deal. we can just. leave the building.”

Dusk tugged at Sans, pointing furiously at the ground.

It was hard to notice due to how dark and packed it is, but on the ground were several piles of dust.

“hm. nice knowing ya.”

“You party animals havin’ fun?! I know I am, yo!” The unmistakable sound of Fresh’s voice boomed throughout the warehouse. The lights finally shone on him. He looked exactly the same as the first time they saw him. He was spinning. a disc on his finger. “I just gots some totes rad news before we continue on with gettin’ jiggy.”

The colored lights moved over to his side, revealing a stage that was hidden in the darkness, and on the stage was Killer. He looked confused, as if he didn't even know how he got up there.

Sans nearly swore but Dusk slapped a hand over his mouth.

When he caught sight of Fresh he stood frozen like a deer caught in headlights.

“Any bros know this fool?” Fresh asked. He put the disk back on the turntable and scratched his chin. “I don't. Did we invite him?” His bemusement barely masked his elation at having prey he didn't have to catch.

Killer didn't know what to do. He looked down at the crowd. The sunglasses they wore were originally all blank but the familiar “YOLO” text was on them now.

Running definitely wasn't going to help.

“Eh no biggie. I’ll give him a proper introduction to this rad party.” Fresh turned the music back on.

Killer internally swore at Cross, cursing his entire life. He was going to die and it was going to be to the fucking tune of a stupid 90’s song about sex. Well he wasn't going down without a fight.

He summoned a blaster aimed at Fresh and fired.

Only for one of the partygoers to leap into the blast to block it.

Killer watched in horror as he dusted that monster. The familiar rush of exp hit him like a truck, he couldn't help but fall to his knees.

“oh god,” Sans muttered from the crowd.

The three were completely powerless in this situation. This wasn't a fucking test. They were sent to their deaths.

What a sick joke.

“Oh snap! Well, you're just gonna hafta replace that now, aren't ya?” Fresh disappeared with a poof, promptly reappearing behind Killer.

Killer quickly pushed himself up and backed away from him.

Fresh didn't even follow him, the stage wasn't that big anyway.

He reached the edge of the stage, back to the crowd. Only Fresh could see the fear on his face.

Some of the crowd climbed on stage to grab his ankles, anchoring him down.

He was hyperventilating, he was overwhelmed, he felt nothing at all.

He felt nothing at all.

Dusk and Sans went as far as they could away from the stage. They eventually reached a wall. Sans leaned against it in defeat while Dusk banged his skull against it.

Sans winced at the loud thud.

They could vaguely see the stage from here. Killer was gone and Fresh returned to his station.

The party continued on like nothing happened.

“so. do you think you’ll end up back in your universe after, or.”

Dusk huffed.

“right.” Dumb question.

They just stood there against the wall watching the neverending party. They questioned if this was hell or purgatory. No, this was definitely hell.

“ey, i finally found you guys.” It was Killer.

Dusk and Sans tensed.

His soul was a shape they’ve never seen it be before. It was in the shape of a flower.

“chillax, i’m not gonna do anything,” he said. His cadence was off. “you two have just been standing there all gloomy…” He put a hand on the wall just above Dusk’s shoulder. “why don’t you come join the fun?”

With how close he was, Dusk was able to see the parasitic flower in the small sliver of his sockets that wasn't covered by the triangular shades.

Killer leaned closer to his face. “c’mon, i’m getting lonely.”

Sans socked him in the face.

Dusk flinched back in surprise as Killer fell to the ground from the impact.

Sans shook the pain off his hand. “i think we're good.”

Dusk knelt down by Killer. He took his shades off and immediately plunged his hand into the socket containing the flower.

“uh—” Sans reached a hand out but was interrupted by Killer’s lucid screaming.

The nearby skeletons slowed their dancing, turning over to the interruption.

With one last quick yank, the flower snapped off. Dusk dropped it and stamped his foot on it repeatedly.

Killer gasped for air and keened in pain. Then he passed out.

Dusk blinked in shock.

Sans cringed, “think you went a bit overboard.”

“you were the one who punched him!” Dusk blurted stupidly.

“yup, and you committed malpractice.”

The music came to a halt with a dramatic record scratch.

The lights landed on the three.

“Yo, dudes. Quit harshin’ the vibe,” Fresh scoffed into the mic.

Dusk rolled his eyelights and picked Killer up, draping him over his shoulder.

They were surrounded now, by the skeletons under his control.

Dusk summoned multiple blasters overhead, ready to fire if any of them stepped closer.

“Yeesh! You three weren't even invited! What's the dealio? That scummy octo brought you here to rustle my jimmies or something?”

That. Wasn't even 90’s lingo.

There was some feedback coming from the mic. “That thing’s not comin’ here for real, actually, right?” For once he sounded unsure.

Was he actually threatened by Nightmare?

They had to roll with the lie. They could survive this. They just had to convince him he was coming.

Sans put a hand on Dusk’s shoulder. “nah yeah, he won't have to intervene as long as we get what he needs.”

“Bogus! Whaddaheck would that dillweed need?”

Sans pulled out the image of Epic from his pocket and showed it to the nearest partygoer. “we just need this guy, and we'll be outta your hair.”

“Oooh, yeah, I get what you're layin’ down.”

Said nearest partygoer grabbed Sans’s wrist.

“You're fibbin’.”

Welp.

Dusk was just about to fire the blasters on standby, only for a cluster of bones to sprout from the ceiling and stab through the giant skulls.

Dusk grumbled. He adjusted his grip on Killer so that he didn't drop him.

“you're kinda grabbing his butt,” Sans pointed out.

“we’ve done worse.”

“go back to not talking.”

“Aight. So y’all come on in uninvited and interrupt my bodacious party? S’all good. I’ll let you dudes bounce…not!” Fresh yelled into the mic. “I’m gonna enjoy taking y’all over. You're not worming your way out this time.”

Right as his sentence ended, it was disproved. A portal opened. It was like the light at the end of the tunnel.

That portal looked similar to the ones Nightmare made, actually.

“Ah, nah, what’s the dealio?”

But instead of the guardian of negativity arriving, a huge wave of tiny not-quite-skeletons poured in like a flood.

“what,” Dusk and Sans said in unison as absolute chaos unfolded in the warehouse.

These “not-quite-skeletons” acted more like hyperactive temmies. Their giant skulls were bigger than the rest of their body making them look more like aliens than anything. They all wore bandanas that matched the color of their huge star eyelights. They bounded around the place causing total anarchy.

Fresh, among others, were trampled by these small menaces. Some were simply dancing to the music while others were actively jumping some of the partygoers. They swore they even saw one playing with a pile of dust.

And all of this was happening while “We Like to Party!” by the Vengaboys was playing.

A second portal opened up behind them. They didn't even get to process this before someone yanked them through.

They both landed on their backs. Killer peacefully laid atop Dusk, still managing to sleep through that all. Hopefully he wasn't in a coma.

Dusk and Sans looked at each other, unsure if they were both already dead or if what they saw was all real.

Certainly one hell of a deus ex machina, but with all the shit they’ve gone through they might as well accept it with open arms.

It was Blue that stood over them, looking utterly concerned. “oh my GOD, you three almost died! well, you would’ve been under fresh’s control for whoever knows how long and then you would collapse from exhaustion and then die, but still,” he rambled. He put a hand on his face. “If my plan didn't work…well! Glad it did! Even if it wasn't the one I initially had,” he sighed in relief. “I’m SO sorry you guys went through that! I told Cross not to do it but, ARGH, no one listens to me!” He stomped his foot, it reminded them of Papyrus.

Another portal appeared next to him and two skeletons walked out. One was dressed like they just walked out of an anime convention and the other was clearly a skeleton from Fresh’s party.

“Thank you so much Dream,” Blue said.

Dream?

The two looked closely at him. There was a star made out of magic floating by his forehead. It reminded them of the crescent moon that rested near Nightmare's forehead. He was the one that created the portals similar to him too.

“you're his brother,” Sans said.

“Hm? Brother? I don’t…”

“They already know he's your brother, Dream,” Blue interrupted.

Dream darted his eyelights away guiltily. “I promise you, I’m not like him at all. I’m so sorry he held you all captive for a year! It must've been horrible.”

Dusk and Sans didn't really care about the needless pity. Both of them had one thing on their mind and it was punching the living daylights out of Cross.

“Right…” Blue said awkwardly. “Anyway, Dream, please tend to Epic, I’ll take these guys from here.”

Dream nodded and teleported himself and the other skeleton, who was apparently Epic, off to someplace else.

Blue stared down at the three who hadn't budged at all. “So, do you guys need help getting up, or.”

“i’m staying down here, thanks,” Sans said.

“Is Killer knocked out, or sleeping?”

“he's been out cold ever since Dusk ripped off the flower in his socket.”

Blue smacked the side of his skull, looking distraught. He looked around the place—they just realized they were in someone's living room—and told them to stay there before bolting off to another room.

Sans turned his attention to Killer and Dusk. “are you just gonna have him lay on top of you the whole time?”

Dusk shrugged. Honestly he was kind of comfortable like this. Killer was like a weighted blanket.

Sans finally got up from the floor, stretching his back with a groan. He stumbled over to the couch nearby and flopped onto it. He massaged his face. “god, i don't want to do anything ever again.”

Dusk hummed in agreement.

Blue came back shortly after with a stash of snacks. He dumped them onto the coffee table in front of the couch. “I got some snacks so you guys can replenish your energy. Do any of you know healing magic?”

Dusk nodded.

Blue walked over to him, leaning down to pick up Killer off of him only for Dusk to slap his hand away. “Oh! Sorry, I thought you were stuck,” he said, embarrassed.

Dusk sat up, holding Killer in his arms. He carefully put his hand over his soul and started healing it.

“you're not even going to eat first—Okay, that's fine.” Blue looked away from the poor medical practice. He waited a moment. “Okay, you're not supposed to keep going until he wakes up, you're gonna overload his soul with magic.”

Dusk rolled his eyelights and drew his hand away.

“He should wake up in a few minutes. In the meantime,” he grabbed something off the table and threw it at him, “eat something!”

The packaged snack bumped his head and fell to the floor sadly.

Dusk laid Killer down, having his head rest on his legs so that he could pick up the snack and eat it.

Blue turned to Sans. “You should eat something too.”

Sans glanced at the food on the table, then back at Blue. “why are you helping us?” he asked.

Blue looked disheartened by his suspicion. He fidgeted with his hands. “because i want to. And why wouldn't I? Everyone deserves help!”

“real naive of you to say.”

Blue’s expression hardened. “Fine, maybe it’s more than that. Maybe I want to feel like I’m worth something by helping people out. Maybe I’m sick of people dying when I could’ve done something. Maybe I’m guilty, so I help assholes like you in order to cope! Is that a selfish enough answer for you?”

Sans grabbed something off the table to eat. “sure.”

Blue sighed, crossing his arms. “good.”

They sat in silence as the two ate a bit. After a few uncomfortable minutes, Killer finally woke up.

He rolled off of Dusk. He immediately fired a round of questions, “everything hurts. why’s it so dark. where am i?”

“The lights are on?” Blue said.

“who the hell are you?”

“i think you blinded him, dude,” Sans said.

“what?!” Killer shouted.

“He shouldn’t be permanently blinded, he just needs to eat!” Blue assured. “Carelessly yanking out Fresh’s flower temporarily blinds the victim because it injures the orbit, and any injury to that area causes temporary blindness as our magic prioritizes healing it over being able to see.”

“oh, you’re the nerd that gave us food yesterday.”

“i’m the huh?” Blue mumbled. He shook off the insult and grabbed some packaged crackers off the table to give to Killer. “Anyway, we’re not at the hub right now. You guys are gonna crash at my place, which is here, until I give Cross a talk.”

Killer gnawed on the crackers without removing the wrapper, until Dusk snatched it from him to properly open it and hand it back to him.

Killer poured the crumbs into his mouth, a good amount of it missed and landed on the floor which Blue decided to ignore.

After blinking a few times, Killer was able to see again. “where is ‘here’?”

“I don’t really have time to explain what this place is but uh, I suggest not going outside because you might end up in a different universe,” Blue said casually. “I shouldn’t be gone for too long, but in case I am, you guys are free to raid the kitchen, watch some tv, etc—Oh yeah! I also have a book containing all my notes on the multiverse if you wanna read it. Since you three are outcodes now it’ll be useful to know about some of the threats and important areas in the multiverse.”

The three of them looked at him like he was speaking a different language.

He coughed into his hand and pulled the book out from his inventory to set it on the coffee table. He awkwardly waved goodbye which got no responses and left the house.

“that guy’s too nice,” Killer remarked. “how hasn’t he died?”

“my guess is dumb luck or he’s hiding something.” Sans sat up on the couch, looking curiously at the book, which was actually just some spiral bound notebook. He picked it up, might as well read it to pass the time.

Killer stood up, stumbling a bit as he waited for the vertigo to pass. “i’m gonna snoop around,” he announced.

“have fun with that.”

While Killer wandered off and Sans read, Dusk went over to the fridge.

Sans flipped through the pages of the notebook, skimming over the titles of various names of people and places. He paused when he saw Nightmare’s name.

“dusk, get over here!”

Dusk walked over with no haste at all. He was holding two glasses, and was currently drinking out of one. He held out the other to Sans.

Sans looked up from the book to see the concoction he was giving him. It was nearly the same as all the past times Dusk made the mistake of playing bartender. Except this time…”did you add crushed chips? that thing has at least four different textures in it now.”

Dusk shrugged.

Killer walked back in the room, looking very dissatisfied. He wasn’t able to find anything interesting or any skeletons in the closet. His sights immediately landed on the drinks. “what the fuck is that?” he chuckled.

“nah, killer this ain’t for you.” Sans took the second drink from Dusk’s hand.

“aw, what?”

“anyway,” he took a sip, “this guy has notes about nightmare.”

Killer walked around the table and sat next to Sans. “woah, that's crazy.” He leaned closer at the book, but quickly switched his target to the drink.

Unfortunately, Sans was quick enough to move the drink away before he could take a sip.

Killer grumbled disappointedly and looked back at the book, actually reading the page this time. “i mean, we already know all of this, i don't see how this is…” he trailed off as he got halfway through the page. “huh. he’s had quite the history.”

“whaddya think being ‘the guardian of negativity’ means?”

“does it matter? we hate him. end of story.”

Sans eyed the line that said Nightmare couldn't feel positive emotions. If that was true, that explained a lot of things, but did that change anything? Not really. “yeah, i guess it doesn't.”

Once he was back at the hub, Blue hunted down Cross. His angry speech died on his metaphorical tongue the second he saw him and Epic having a reunion. He stopped in his tracks and watched them from a distance.

Ink appeared by his side, also watching the two. “Ah, a happy ending.” “It was completely unnecessary for any of this to happen and you know it,” Blue said sternly.

Ink pouted. “Aw, are you mad at me? It wasn’t my idea to send those three to their deaths.”

Blue scowled at him. “But it’s your fault Fresh kidnapped Epic in the first place.” Ink looked dumbfounded and then guilty, like a dog that was caught doing something it shouldn’t. “You’re getting too good at reading me…” he sighed. “How long did you know?”

“The second we found out it was Fresh that took Epic I immediately knew it was you,” Blue deadpanned. There were only a few people who could’ve let Fresh into the place, and only one person who would’ve. Besides, ever since Cross rescued Epic from his scripted death, Ink would glare at him like he personally wronged him.

“Aw,” Ink gave him a hug, “and you didn’t tell anyone?” He didn’t just not tell anyone he also covered for him. There was a reason Cross didn’t know he did it. “There wasn’t any point to.” “And you wouldn’t rat out your best friend!”

Blue flicked his cheek bone. “Sure,” he said sarcastically. He ended the hug with Ink with a gentle shove. “Those three are probably gonna try to kill Cross though. I’m making that your responsibility.”

Ink giggled at the idea of the three hunting down Cross. “Eh, he can handle that on his own.”

#DAMN this one's long 6935 words and most of it was written in 3 daysss #utmv fic #killer sans #dust sans #horror sans #cross sans #fresh sans #ink sans #blue(BSsans)

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The Book of Morgan: Arbiter of Thicc

Just in time for Spoopy Month, I bring you a new character and a new series. I have at least 1 more fic in this series to share this month, and maybe another depending on time. Each of these stories focuses around a theme I haven't experimented with as much in the past. It's a bit of an excuse to have a little bit of fun with the unusual.

Ian and Sean can't seem to agree on what "thicc" is. Maybe it's time someone helped put their debate to rest...

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“Ok. Ok. Check this dude out. Now this is thicc!” Ian said. He leaned across the cafeteria table and held out his phone so his friends could look.

Sean didn’t even need to look to know what Ian’s type was, but he humored his friend anyway. Sure enough, the dude in the pic was dangerously close to malnourished.

“Cindy, this is bones,” Sean said flatly.

“What!? No way! Check out that vicious V!” Ian protested.

“That’s not a V! Those are his hips bones!” Sean countered.

Morgan chuckled at the two’s antics, but didn’t chime in to the conversation. The two guys barely even noticed he was there most of the time, but then again, they didn’t notice most things…

“Why ya gotta be so down on my dudes!” Ian whined.

“I don’t mind your dudes. I just wish you’d stop trying to pretend they have any meat on their bones!” Sean protested.

“And you’re the arbiter of all things thicc,” Ian said sarcastically. He even dramatically rolled his eyes for extra emphasis.

“More than you, anyway! You wouldn’t know thicc if it slapped you in the ass!” Sean countered.

“Huh…” Morgan said to himself. Their banter gave him a fun idea…

“What!?” the two embattled bros said in unison. Their eyes now focused intently on their quiet friend.

“Oh. It’s nothing. I just had an interesting thought… but I think it’s best I leave you to your fun,” Morgan replied.

With that, Morgan got up from his seat and strode towards the exit. Sean and Ian could only sit there and watch him leave with a mix of confusion and amusement. Morgan tended to be a bit cryptic. He would enter and leave a conversation whenever he wanted, but he was definitely the kind of guy that Sean and Ian loved to watch leave. Morgan was almost as skinny as the guys Ian was ogling in his photos, but Morgan had some curves to him, and his cute bubbly butt was framed nicely by his tight little shorts. As he strode off towards parts unknown, the two guys sat back and marveled at Morgan’s cute backside.

“I don’t know what you said, but you are so getting hexed,” Ian joked.

“Oh, please. He’s not actually a witch. That’s just a silly rumor,” Sean replied.

“Well, he certainly doesn’t try to beat the allegations,” Ian said. He pantomimed touching a wide brim of a hat in refence to the conical hat that Morgan typically wore.

“He’s committed to the bit,” Sean replied with a shrug.

Morgan was a bit of an odd one. He was quiet but friendly. Sean and Ian couldn’t even recall how they had first met the guy. Morgan had just started hanging around them. He was like a stray cat that decided to adopt a pair of humans, and on the subject of cats, there seemed to be a small army of feral felines that followed Morgan around. He always seemed to have a cat either on his lap or at his heels, and it was rarely the same one. The critters just seemed to gravitate towards him which didn’t help him beat the witch allegations.

There was a moment of silence as the two friends tried to get their minds back on track. Morgan’s abrupt exit had derailed their debate, but now that the heat had dissipated, neither one was particularly interested in picking up where they left off. Eventually, Ian broke the silence.

“Fuuuuck… I don’t want to go to class,” Ian grumbled.

“Then don’t,” Sean said dismissively.

“You know I can’t do that! I’ve missed so many that if I miss any more, I’m gonna get docked a letter grade!” Ian protested.

“Sucks to suck,” Sean replied. He scooped the few bits of trash onto his tray and got up to throw his stuff away.

“I’ll show show you sucking!” Ian countered a bit louder than he meant to. His outburst got a few people from nearby tables to glance their way. Ian hunched down in his seat and made himself as small as possible to try and avoid their gazes. Fortunately, most people didn’t care enough about his outburst to focus on him. Their attentions quickly went back to their own conversations.

As Ian sat there in silence, he glanced over at his friend who was now walking across the cafeteria. Something looked off, but Ian couldn’t put his finger on it. Sean looked about the same as he always did. He wore a basic t-shirt and some shorts, but his shorts seemed to grip his thighs more than Ian expected. It must be a new pair or something. Either that, or Ian had never bothered to look as closely before. Whatever the case, it was a good look on him. Sean’s shorts now gripped his thighs making Sean’s typically average build look a bit curvier than Ian was used to.

Sean dumped his trash in the can and then glanced back at his friend who was still sitting at the table. “You gonna come to class, or are you just gonna sit there staring at my ass?” Sean teased.

“I wasn’t looking at your ass!” Ian protested. Once again, his outburst was louder than intended causing a few nearby parties to glance his way. Once more, Ian hunched down and tried to hide from their gazes.

Once the peanut gallery had once more lost interest, Ian scooped up his trash and got up to follow Sean, but as he did so, he realized something strange – his shorts felt tight.

Ian scratched his head. He wore these often, didn’t he? If anything, these were typically loose on him. The soft fabric was designed to stretch, but he had never needed them to. Today, however, they seemed to grip his ass and thighs. They even seemed to accentuate the bulge of his cock and balls making those seem bigger than he recalled.

Ian dumped his trash and hurried after his friend. By this point, Sean had a commanding lead on him. Ian jogged to catch up, and as he did so, he was keenly aware of the jiggling in his pants. His cheeks seemed to bob with each step, and his heavy bait and tackle swayed with each step.

Ian’s body felt weird, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. It felt heavier somehow… He didn’t have a lot of time to think about it, though. A familiar chime rang out through the courtyard. That was the bell! He only had five minutes to jog across campus! How much time had he wasted during lunch!

Sean perked up upon hearing the chime and looked back over his shoulder. Ian had almost caught up to him… almost.

“Race you to class!” Sean called back over his shoulder.

“You-! Fucker!” Ian sputtered as he watched his pal break into a sprint. Sean had a head start! There’s no way that was fair!

Ian followed suit and broke into a sprint as well. His eyes were transfixed on his friend as he struggled to gain ground, but even as Ian forced himself to run, his eyes kept drifting towards Sean’s lower body. Sean’s ass wiggled with each step. Had his butt always been so big? So round? So supple? Ian couldn’t recall, but as his eyes lingered on his buddy’s jiggling caboose, his own cock began to stir to life in his over-stuffed shorts.

“Shit… I can’t pop wood here…” Ian muttered under his breath. He glanced down at himself and checked out his bulge. His semi was painfully obvious. His huge, chubbed up cock was almost as thick as his wrist and his two massive, plum-sized stones were looking positively obscene in his shorts. His shorts were stretched so taut that they were basically a second skin. The outline of his huge cock and fat nuts were so clear that he may as well not be wearing anything at all!

Ian felt a little light-headed for a second. Since when was he that hung!? Like, he had a solid foot of fat cock when fully hard. He knew this, and yet, it didn’t seem true! It hadn’t been that big this morning… had it? But it had always been that huge.

Ian could hear his shorts begin to strain. The stitching around his thick thighs were stretched to their breaking point. Why did he think these shorts would be a good idea! Sure, they accentuated his figure, but they were too small! His friends always teased him about his fat ass and huge cock. He should be wearing something more modest, not drawing more attention to it! It’s almost like he wanted to cause a scene!

Ian shook the notion from his mind and focused his energy on catching up to Sean. During his moment of introspection, Sean had managed to gain even more ground. Ian was already sprinting, but he needed to push himself even harder to catch up. He needed to full on haul ass! And he had A Lot of ass to haul! He could feel his cheeks jiggling with each step.

Ian was gasping for breath as he rounded the corner and made his way up the stairs towards the building that his class was in. His muscles ached, but he refused to show it. He needed to keep pushing. Even though sweat was pouring down his body which just made his clothes feel even tighter on his frame.

The stairs leading to the building was the easy part. There were even more stairs once he got inside! He had to get to the third floor, and he just knew he didn’t have time to take the elevator. It didn’t help that Sean still had a commanding lead.

Ian couldn’t help it. His gaze kept drifting towards Sean’s body. Sean looked so hot. How had he never noticed it before? Sean was definitely his type. A cute, slender build with an impressively fat ass. His lower half looked almost twice as wide as his torso! Sean’s shorts weren’t doing him any favors though… if only he would just hurry up and lose them… the stitches on Sean’s shorts were struggling even harder than Ian’s own. Ian’s shorts were soft and stretchy. They were designed to not only house but to flaunt his curves! Sean’s shorts were stiff khaki. The oversized pockets detracted from the shape of his curvy thighs!

Still… that was a debate for another day. Ian had almost caught up to his pal. The two of them staggered up the last set of stairs and stumbled before hunching over to catch their breath.

“I… totally beat you…” Sean gasped between breaths.

“You… cheated…” Ian countered.

The two spent a moment to catch their breath. They had made it across campus so fast that they went from being in danger of being late to having a few minutes to spare! They needed it, though. They were both winded and soaked with sweat.

“I’m drenched…” Sean grumbled.

“This was your idea…” Ian replied.

They took another beat to catch their breath a bit more before their bitching resumed.

“This shirt is going to feel gross for the entire class,” Ian grumbled.

“Then take it off,” Sean replied.

“Wh- …” Ian began. What? Why? The questions swirled in his head. There wouldn’t be any problem with taking off their shirts. Even bare, their upper bodies were far less lewd than their lower halves. Their shorts did not leave anything to the imagination. They both had huge, shapely assed and thick thighs, but their hips and booties were just the tip of the iceberg. Their cocks and balls were massive!

Ian’s shorts strained across his huge cock and balls. Each of his orbs were now closing in on the size of soccer balls. His cock was as thick as his neck. When not contained in his shorts, the beast dangled down to his shins. His cock and balls were so huge and so heavy that they weighed down his shorts to the point that the waistband now rode low on his hips leaving half his ass and the base of his fat cock exposed for all to see, and Sean was in an even worse state.

Sean’s shorts had burst down the sides during their sprint. It was only thanks to his belt that they stayed on at all. His shorts now looked like a khaki-colored loin cloth. His huge, thick cock now lolled out his left pant leg, and his heavy nuts hung out the other.

“Fuck it. These hurt too much,” Sean grumbled. He quickly undid his belt and ripped the tattered remnants of his shorts from his body leaving him bare-assed naked from ankles to navel.

Ian took a moment to soak in Sean’s mostly nude form. His thick, shapely thighs highlighted his fat cock and enormous nuts. Either enormous orb was almost as huge as one of his big, bubbly butt cheeks. His sack was every bit as large and as round as his peach of a posterior.

Sean chuckled upon seeing his friend’s expression. “Come on. It’s not like this is the first time you’re seeing it,” he teased as he pulled his shirt off, leaving him clad in nothing but his keds.

“Right… Yeah…” Ian murmured as he soaked in his friend’s nude form some more. Was Sean always this cute? Ian couldn’t recall. It felt new, but his memories were always of Sean looking this good. His lean, toned chest and flat tummy atop a set of wide hips and a huge ass with a monster dong to boot!

Ian awkwardly peeled his shirt off as he watched his pal stride nude into class. Ian grumbled under his breath. Why did he even bother wearing shorts? No one batted an eye when Sean strode around nude, and Ian was even bigger below the belt than Sean was! It sounded like arbitrary rules to him… Still, he wasn’t sure he was ready to hang brain just yet…

The stitching on the thighs of Ian’s shorts popped even further. There were now large swathes of skin showing on the sides of his legs where the two halves of his shorts had pulled apart. It was a miracle that it held together at all! And yet, it didn’t seem long for this world.

“About time. We were waiting for you,” the professor said as Ian stepped into class. He didn’t seem to mind that indecent state that Ian was in. If anything, he was a little annoyed that Ian had stood in the doorway for so long before coming in.

The professor nodded towards one of the students and gestured for them to come forward. “Sean. Up here” he said.

Ian began to make his way towards his seat, but before he could make it more than two steps the professor gestured for him to stay. “You stay up here, too,” the professor said.

Ian balked. He gave the professor an incredulous look, but didn’t feel like arguing. He followed instructions and took his position beside Sean at the front of the class.

Ian suddenly felt very exposed. His clothes were hanging on by literal threads. His colossal cock and balls were starting to spill out of his shorts. His dick was so massive that only the head of it was still in the shorts. The rest of it snaked out above his waistband and folded back in on itself like a shrink-wrapped pack of kielbasa.

As Ian stood there and stared out among his classmates, he caught sight of one figure in the back row that made him do a double take. Morgan looked up from his large, leather-bound tome and gave a playful wave. Was he always in this class with them? Ian couldn’t recall, but he felt like he shouldn’t be surprised to see Morgan there.

Morgan flashed a playful smirk and gave a quick flick of his wrist. Ian instantly felt a surge through his body. The waistband of his shorts finally gave up the ghost and his huge, fat cock and balls spilled forth. His nuts hit the ground with a heavy thud. It almost hurt! It was a good thing that his nuts were so huge, otherwise hitting the floor like that may have made his gut cramp up.

Ian felt light-headed. What was with that thought? Was he surprised that his balls were so big? They had been this large for ages. His cock, which now draped over his nuts so far that this tip rested on the floor at his feet, was also something he had had to deal with for ages. His cock and ass were so massive, that he had given up clothes ages ago. Everyone just sort of accepted it as normal. Some part of him realized that that was bizarre, but no one in class even batted an eye.

“Ok, students. We have a special lecture today,” the professor began.

Ian glanced over his shoulder and noticed the name of the class. Human Biology 202 – H. When he had signed up, he had thought that the H at the end was silly. Human Biology – Human? How redundant. How had he gotten it wrong? He was one of the hypers that this class focused on!

“How did you talk me into this!” Ian hissed to his pal.

Sean shrugged and smirked. “You know how Carlos took Spanish for a free A? It’s the same thing,” he explained.

Ian was about to think up a retort, but before he could, the professor began his lecture. “Before us, stands two specimens of hypertrophia. An uncommon, but not unheard of medical condition. Many scientists have studied people like these to determine what it is that makes them susceptible to transformations such as this post-puberty,” the professor droned. Leave it up to an academic to make something like this sound boring.

Ian tried to search his memories. He couldn’t remember when he had gone through his growth spurt. He had been like this at least as long as he had been in college, but that was the best he could figure.

“I shouldn’t have to reintroduce your classmates this late in the semester, but just in case, let me do so now. To my left is Sean. You may notice that, while he is much smaller than our other subject, Ian, Sean’s penis is much too large for use in traditional intercourse,” the professor droned on.

There were some murmurs from the class. Ian could make out bits and pieces.

“I wish mine was that big…”

“How can he even use it…”

“Wouldn’t he pass out when it gets hard?”

After the murmurs died down, the professor spoke up again. “Fortunately, nature always finds a way,” he said and gestured towards Ian.

Sean’s cock was huge. It dangled down to his ankles, but it was maybe half the size of Ian’s own. Ian’s cock was almost as long as he was tall, and it wasn’t even hard… yet.

“As we have discussed in previous sections, men who experience these changes tend to have much wider hips than average. This adaptation is not just for show. In fact, they can stretch even wider to take handle insertions much wider than they are. Ian here has a penis that is much too large for use. Men like him are designated the “bottom” in colloquial terms,” the professor explained.

Ian balked at this. Was that true? It had to be. The professor was saying it, and Ian knew for a fact this lecture was all scientifically sound. Still, it sounded unreal that he could handle a cock as large as Sean’s… even if he wanted it, and he really, Really wanted it!

Ian’s massive cock stirred to life at the mere thought of getting reamed. His head felt fuzzy. His nuts felt heavy. His ass practically begged to be bred.

Ian snapped to attention as he felt a hand slap against his massive, jiggly ass cheek. He looked over to see Sean standing beside him with a lecherous grin on his face. “Don’t worry. I’ll treat you right,” Sean teased.

“Very well. It looks like both participants are ready for today’s demonstration,” the professor said.

Ian had forgotten! How had he forgotten!? It was so rare to find a matched pair like them that the dean had approached them to do a demonstration! Sean was right. This was an easy A, but more than that. Ian had wanted to feel Sean’s cock inside him for ages, and this was the perfect excuse.

Sean sidled up behind Ian and pressed his huge, fat cockhead against Ian’s quivering hole. As the huge rod slid into him, Ian stared down in awe at his own gut as it bulged outwards. Ian rubbed his hands across his bulging belly. It was hard to believe that his friend’s cock was so deep into him, and yet, his body had adjusted to accept it. This didn’t seem possible, but it felt right! Ian was so turned on that he nearly came right then and there, his massive, battering ram of a cock was rock hard in record time and shuddering in anticipation. Pre oozed from the tip of his dick, and with each expectant lurch, a spray of clear, viscous liquid was sent arcing through the air.

Ian watched as the bulge receded. There was a split second where he felt empty inside, but before he could protest, Sean’s thick cock rammed back into him. This time, Sean thrusted deeper, causing his thick thighs to slap against Ian’s huge, pillowy but cheeks and his huge, heavy nuts to slap against Ian’s calves.

Sean thrusted again and again. Each thrust resulted in a reverberate slap as his thighs slapped against Ian’s jiggling butt cheeks. Ian had to brace himself atop his own nuts to keep from falling over.

Had his nuts always been so huge? He couldn’t remember, but he was glad that they were. It seemed right. They served to give him something to brace against as Sean jackhammered his ass with his own huge cock.

Ian literally had a body built for taking cock. Not only could his gut and hole stretch to take something as huge as Sean’s impressive piece, but it felt fantastic to boot! It was as if every inch of him, body and soul, existed for the soul purpose of being bred.

Ian couldn’t focus. His doubts and his questions faded. His eyes rolled back, and he surrendered himself to bliss. He moaned in ecstasy as his gut bulged out with each thrust of his friend’s huge cock. Ian’s own massive meat bucked and lurched in time with Sean’s thrusts, further spraying the room with pre.

Ian’s gut began to swell. At first, he thought it was just Sean plunging his cock in, but it quickly became apparent that something else was at play. His gut didn’t fully deflate as Sean pulled back. If anything, Ian’s tummy seemed to be filling with fluid.

Had Sean cum!? No. Clearly not. Had he done so, there would be so much more. This had to just be pre!

Ian hugged his swelling belly. It felt so warm and so firm, like a water balloon full of hot milk. He wanted more. He needed more. Without even meaning to, Ian cried out, “More!”

Sean smirked and chuckled. He redoubled his effort, he continued to pound his friend’s incredibly huge ass with his own prodigious rod. With each thrust, more pre flooded into Ian’s gut, but soon Sean was reaching his limit.

“I’m gonna…” Sean moaned.

“Don’t stop!” Ian cried.

“I wasn’t… gonna…” Sean moaned between thrusts.

Sean dug his heals in and rammed his cock in deep for one last plunge. He let out of a cry of bliss which was echoed by Ian as the two came in unison. Massive, thick, spurts of cum arced from Ian’s enormous cock. The spray hit the windows on the far side of the room and splattered down on the audience, coating the onlookers with spunk… all except for one, anyway.

As the duo continued to cum and cum again, Ian’s gut grew bigger and bigger. Soon, his belly was the size of a yoga ball, and still it kept growing. Soon, his gut was even larger than his massive set of stones that he was currently propped up on! His belly was soon so large that Ian could no longer wrap his arms around it. He could no longer hug it. All he could do was lie face down atop it and nuzzle his face into the swelling mass. It felt so good! Why did it feel so good? How did it feel so good!? This shouldn’t be physically possible, and yet…

Sean let out a sigh and staggered backwards. His steadily deflating rod pulled out of Ian’s stretched out ass with an audible plop. Jizz seeped out of Ian’s wrecked hole, and yet, despite the leakage, Ian’s gut didn’t seem to be deflating.

“You better not of gotten me pregnant…” Ian murmured playfully.

It was meant to be a joke, but no sooner were the words out of his mouth, than he felt a strange feeling in his head. Was it possible? He didn’t know anymore, but he was in no position to ask. Fortunately, Sean was.

“Is that possible?” Sean asked the professor, but the professor couldn’t answer.

As Ian lay atop his own massive nuts and swollen gut, his gaze fell upon Morgan. The guy didn’t have a drop of jizz on him despite being in the back of the room where the majority of the splash had rained down. As Ian locked eyes with Morgan, he heard Sean ask the question once more.

“Is it possible?” Sean asked.

Morgan shrugged and gave an iffy hand wiggle.

There was a voice in the back of Ian’s mind. Was it Morgan? It didn’t quite sound like him. It sounded more like that inner voice that Ian had. The voice he read books in. The voice that was his but not. Maybe Morgan had done something. Maybe Morgan had gotten the ball rolling, but everything since entering the classroom had been Ian’s own doing.

How was that possible? Had Ian changed reality? That shouldn’t be possible, but he also shouldn’t be able to take a cock the size of a punching bag, and yet here he was.

Ian couldn’t think that hard. He could barely focus on anything other than how good he felt. The afterglow was overpowering. He just wanted to lie there and bask in the blissful feelings in his gut and ass and cock and balls. As he hovered between consciousness and a blissed-out haze, he was vaguely aware of Morgan striding up to him.

Morgan tipped his hat back so that Ian could see the huge, playful grin on his face. “Wow. You’ve really got a knack for this. I never would have thought you’d have such a dirty mind,” he said before turning and making his way towards the exit. Morgan hugged his huge, heavy tome to his chest and hummed a happy tune as his boots splashed down in the standing pool of spunk with each skip.

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Cosmic - Poe Dameron

Episode 2: This Island Earth previous

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Pairing: Poe Dameron x gn!reader

Summary: Clearing away wreckage, explaining explaining, Poe learns about bathrooms and tries to cook

Content/Notes: This chapter gets us from crash landing to domesticity. No warnings except food and injury

Word Count: 2.5k

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"You're saying you're from..." Your eyes widened as you pointed up at the sky. It would certainly explain his advanced and strange looking jet.

Your expression of shock was mirrored on Poe's face. "Hey, this is news to me too. I've never been out of our galaxy. I didn't even know I could...not in an X-wing anyway."

"X-wing?" Your eyes followed his to the wreckage.

"My starfighter."

You swallow hard, not sure how to feel. The 'I'm not from around here' explanation certainly seemed to make the most sense. Poe didn't appear to be a man who'd lost his mind. Even if he was, how else could you explain the...X-wing?

"Where's the nearest space station? Where could I go for repairs?"

You must have stared at him for a full minute, but seeing that he was seriously asking, you shrugged hopelessly. "We don't have those. No space stations. They launched a space shuttle earlier this year. I think it's kept in Florida. But it's nothing like this," you tried to explain. "We don't have anything like your..."

"Starfighter," he supplied. "No starfighters? No space stations? How do you go off world?" He asked earnestly. "The shuttles? Will they take me to the closest space station?"

So you spent the next half hour explaining to Poe that the people of Earth never actually left Earth. Sure, there had been a couple of trips up to Earth's moon, but no other planets. You also explained how space travel was rare and expensive, and entirely uncommon. There were no humans or sentient species to your awareness on neighboring planets in the solar system. Nor did Earth humans possess the capabilities, at this point, to explore the vastness of the Milky Way galaxy.

Poe remarked that your little planet seemed to be an island unto itself.

He asked endless questions about ships, which you called airplanes and jets - about how none of them, to your knowledge had hyperdrives or sublight engines or ion engines. Whatever those were.

"I honestly don't know much about that stuff," you admitted sheepishly. "Only what I see in the movies."

One of Poe's thick eyebrows lifted curiously. "Movies?"

"Um, yeah, like television shows, but longer." You waved your hands in front of you. "On a big screen. You know, people act in them and tell stories. Pretend stories, for entertainment."

"Ohhh, like holos," he nodded. "We have those. Sort of."

On and on the two of you went, speaking quite technically about space travel. It blew your mind to think that Poe could really be from another world, another galaxy even. You also talked about whether or not he was human. He assured you that he was, although he let you know that his galaxy was full of sentient life of all kinds - human and otherwise. Beings like Wookiees, Twi'leks, Rodians, Hutts and Ewoks and Ithorians - who apparently had four throats.

Poe asked how long before the sun would rise, suggesting that you try to haul away some of the wreckage before that time. You decided to take your truck over to get your tractor. Using all the tools at your disposal, including hay bailing equipment, you hauled away as much wreckage as possible and put it in one of your old, spare buildings. Even with the machinery, it was exhausting work, especially for Poe, who continued limping.

And you didn't finish by sunup, nor even by mid-morning. You could only pray that someone wouldn't come poking around asking questions. Thankfully, the smoke seemed to have cleared after whatever Poe did to quickly put the fire out.

With some strategic tarps and hay, you tried to cover the remaining wreckage until you could work some more under the cover of darkness.

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"Do you have a fresher somewhere?"

Dirt from the night’s labor and soot from the fiery crash covered the sharp angles of Poe’s face. His lips, full and plush were split and parched with thirst. Dark curls, wild and untamed, fell carelessly over his forehead. With eyes the color of tilled soil after rain and a gaze that fixed on to you with a silent plea, he looked at you like a lost boy.

Seeing the confusion on your face, Poe tried to explain. "Uh, to clean up? To wash, with water?"

"Oh, yeah, of course, let me show you. Follow me." You led him up the stairs to the bathroom, wishing there was a shower for him on the first floor, so he wouldn't have to use stairs with his sore leg.

Just then, an orange streak darted down the stairs, giving Poe a start. "What was that?" He breathlessly questioned, more curious than actually frightened.

"That was my cat, Cheddar. I have two more out in the barn, but Cheddar thinks he lives in the house." You waved your hand dramatically. "Welcome to my crazy farm. Do you have cats in your galaxy?"

He smiled, looking past you for a glance at the small creature. "Loth cats, yeah."

"Do you have any pets?" You inquired, leading him into the bathroom.

"No animals. Just...my droid. BB-8."

"Droid?"

"Like an android."

"Like a robot?"

Poe explained to you a little about his spunky, round droid, so full of intelligence and personality. A sadness lingered in his eyes when he spoke of the little thing.

"I hope you'll tell me more about him," you said, pulling back the shower curtain. "But I'll let you get cleaned up first." You gave him a quick tutorial on how to work the faucet.

Easing back around him in the small room, while attempting not to violate his personal space, you grabbed a towel and washcloth from the cabinet. "Here you go. I can get you some clothes. They were my father's. Probably a little big, but..." Quickly scurrying away, you gathered some faded navy sweatpants, a gray t-shirt and your dad's old, knit cardigan. No men's underwear. Oh well. Perhaps a trip to the store was in order.

Poe was waiting in the bathroom doorway when you returned. "Sorry, this is all I have."

"Thank you so much for helping me." His eyes flickered down the shape of your body briefly. "You must be exhausted."

"Hey, I'm not the one who crash landed," you chuckled.

Scrubbing a hand over the back of his neck, he sheepishly smiled. "Yeah, not my best work. I'm a good pilot, I swear."

"Uh-huh, sure," you teased. "My field would beg to differ."

Reaching out for you arm, he squeezed gently, but his touch did not linger. "I'm sorry. I'll help you fix it, if I can."

"It's okay, Poe," you gently returned. Now that you were getting a good look in the daylight, he was really handsome. It was more than just the cut of his jaw, his dark, delicious curls and his soulful brown eyes. There seemed to be an inner goodness and sincerity that was magnetic.

Clearing your throat, you took a step back. "I have to go take care of my animals, but when I come back, I can make you something to eat,"

"Oh...I can help you. I didn't realize - "

"No, it's all right," you assured him. "I'll introduce you later. You clean up. I mean, you did survive a fiery crash, right? Besides, you're hurt." You nodded to his leg.

He shrugged. "I'll live."

After your chores, you found Poe dressed in your father's clothes, which looked rather adorable on him since your dad was just over six feet tall and Poe was definitely shorter than that. He looked as if he'd leaned over and fallen asleep immediately over the arm of the couch.

Cheddar had curled up to his side in the most affectionate display you'd ever seen from your fussy feline.

Although you were starving and exhausted, you decided to hit the shower yourself. Maybe you could shirk some of your farm responsibilities for the day, after a shower, a warm meal and a good nap.

It didn't happen in that order. After your shower, you got dressed and passed out on your bed.

You awoke to the smell of food. Chicken, specifically. Bolting out of bed, you scurried down to find Poe cooking some chicken legs on a skewer over an open flame on your gas stove eye, with Cheddar circling his legs affectionately.

"Hey, I hope this okay. I found some...it said chicken legs in your cooling chamber. And I thought I would cook it on your stove. I didn't realize it was a gasser. I wasn't sure what pan to use because I don't want to burn anything, so I just did this."

"I am so sorry," you chuckled, feeling your cheeks heat with embarrassment as you scooped up Cheddar for a quick snuggle. "I didn't mean to fall asleep. Was this little guy bothering you?"

"Not at all." Poe had woken up with the strange feline curled up on his lap. As he petted the soft creature, he had felt it purr and noticed how short its ears were compared to a loth cat.

Depositing Cheddar onto the floor, you quickly reached for a pan so Poe wouldn't have to continue holding and turning the meat.

"Is this okay to eat? It's just meat, right?"

"Yeah, it's all right." You smiled at him, feeling something tug at your heart at how strange this all must seem to him. It was certainly bizarre to you. "I can make some vegetables to go with the chicken and some rice," you offered. "Does that sound okay?"

"Yeah, thanks." Poe stepped aside, watching carefully as you took command of the kitchen, his mind reeling with a thousand worries and curiosities. "Would it be okay if you describe to me what you're doing?" He softly asked, moving beside you tentatively. "That way, I can learn the names of things, and how they work."

So that's what you did, sparing no detail as you used a knife and a cutting board to chop potatoes and carrots. On and on you went, describing the boiling of rice and the toasting of dinner rolls. Most of it seemed to be pretty universal, but you were able to teach one another a few words here and there.

"Do you drink caf?" He questioned as you set the table while the food finished cooking.

"Um, caf, like caffeine? Coffee? Dark brown, made of grounds, from beans? Looks like dirt?"

"That's the one," he grinned.

"Absolutely Want some?"

"Please."

That word sent a shiver through your body, but you brushed it off.

As the two of you enjoyed your lunch, you apologized again for falling asleep and leaving Poe on his own.

"Please, you have no idea what your help means to me," he told you, rather seriously. "I could've landed anywhere. On any world. Or...this Russia, you were talking about. I could be in prison somewhere, or spinning out in space. But I landed here. Believe me, I've had it a lot worse."

"Is it really so bad, where you're from? With the First Order?" You asked him.

Setting down his fork, he swallowed his bite of food. He took a moment to collect his thoughts before resting both forearms on the table's edge and folding his hands together. "Sometimes it feels like every time I get in my X-wing, it's life or death. It's been kind of non-stop really."

"That sounds exhausting," you softly replied. "And scary. You must be very brave to stand up against them."

"I try to be," he answered, eyes meeting yours. "That's why I have to get back. There has to be someone I can talk to in your government. Do you have a senate, or a leader? A chancellor? I have to see what I can do about my ship."

Realizing what a dire situation he might be in, you sighed heavily. "Poe, it's not that simple."

"Why isn't it? If we just explain to them, like I did to you - "

"No one is going to understand, or even believe you," came your emphatic reply. "They'll probably do a hundred experiments on you because they'll think you're an alien, or that..." You trailed off, trying not to upset him.

"They'll think what? That I'm crazy?"

Your eyes dropped to your plate.

"Is that what you think, Trix? You think I'm crazy?"

"Of course not."

Pushing back from the table, Poe stood, pacing away and back a few times, despite his slight limp. "I wouldn't blame you if you did. None of it makes sense."

You could see the stress rolling off him. He was certainly handling the situation better than you would be, in his shoes.

But you didn't know this man. You weren't sure if he needed time alone, or some way to blow off steam or a hug or something to punch. So you decided to tell him what your father used to tell you.

"Let's just take it one day at a time, okay?"

He stopped pacing to listen to you.

"We worked so hard off clearing your ship away, and we probably need to go back tonight. We need to get it cleaned up and stored, somehow, no matter how long it takes."

He nodded, giving you that lost boy, puppy-eyed face again, so you kept talking.

"We need a cover story for why you're here - where you came from. The ship, we can hopefully hide. If the government saw you crash land, they would probably already be here, but just in case, we need a better explanation than the fact that you quite literally fell out of the sky."

"Right. Good idea."

"And you need a place to stay. Some clothes and personal things."

Standing up from the table, you reached for your plate to start clearing the dishes while you talked. "I have a spare bedroom. Two actually, but one is pretty small and up by the attic. It was my room when I was a teenager. Anyway, um...I could use a little help around here, once your leg heals. You could take the spare room, if you want, and work for room and board. I don't really have any spare cash."

"You would let me stay here, past today?" Poe sincerely questioned, dark eyes wide and hopeful.

"I don't see why not. I mean, where else will you go?"

His shoulders sagged in relief as he heavily sighed. "Thank you. That means so much to me."

"You're welcome," you softly returned.

"Can I ask you something?" He went on, easing toward you.

You shifted from foot to foot, feeling the need to set down the dish you were carrying as his gaze locked on you. "Mm-hmm."

"Are you always this nice to complete strangers who crash into your field?"

"No one's ever crashed..." You trailed off, realizing he was only teasing. "Well, it's like I said. You fell right out of the sky. And I'm not one to turn down free help."

He laughed then, but it was hollow and tired and worried. The merriment in it would not reach his eyes. "I promise you I'm not crazy. I really am from another galaxy."

Laying your hand on his arm, you squeezed gently. "Poe. I believe you."

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super-paper · 1 year ago

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Rereading the early chapters of MHA, and tbh I think we can pin this scene as the exact moment Tomura develops his fixation on Izuku.

Everyone in this scene assumes that All Might doesn’t need any help and starts wandering off, leaving All Might to face Kurogiri and Tomura alone. Izuku is the only one to intervene, "offering help that no one asked for." Of course, Izuku is the only one with actual insight into All Might’s condition and realizes that he's in danger— but from Tomura’s perspective, Izuku is some rando kid that's throwing himself into danger to help someone who doesn’t appear to need any help. And the emphasis on everyone else being willing to just sit back and do nothing while All Might handles everything is something we know ties directly to one of Tomura’s biggest traumas:

Tomura: "Don't just watch. Help Me. Someone please look at me. Don't just tell me not to cry. Don't just smile and pretend that everything is alright. Don't pretend you don't see me." MHAReddit: Ah, I understand-- obviously, the series is saying that Tenko is dead and we can beat this guy by punching him harder! :)

I gotta stress that Shouto and Co. are kids and I'm not faulting them for deciding to let an adult handle the situation (and I don't doubt in the slightest that they would have also chosen to intervene if they were privvy to the same information abt Toshinori's health as Izuku)-- but from Tomura's perspective where he holds pretty much everyone equally responsible for society's failings, this act was enough for him to start subconsciously singling Izuku out.

Meanwhile, the sports festival just reinforces Tomura's budding interest bc it reinforces that Izuku is actually batshit crazy and Tomura's response to this is to ask ".... how crazy we talkin'? 👀"

Oh, Izuku, you were definitely gonna get kidnapped at some point 😭

Anyway, stuff like this is also why I feel that Horikoshi likely planned on having Izuku save Tomura from the very beginning (And I've seen ppl argue that Hori had planned to have Tomura be the final boss and get defeated/killed because of Nine's existence, but let's be real-- Nine was an AFO expy parading around in a Yoichi expy's body and ya'll know it). There's a lot of set up for why Izuku is ultimately the best person to save Tomura scattered throughout the early stages of the manga, like, literally starting from the very first page:

Izuku: *crying the biggest and ugliest tears mankind has ever seen, snot pouring out of his nose, sweating a frankly concerning amount, and fighting back his own tears because he just can't ignore the tears of others* I GOTTA SAVE THAT CRYING BOY....!!! Shigaraki Tomura, famously a freak, inching himself closer to Midoriya Izuku's splash zone with every chapter: ....... :) :) :)

Izuku saves others despite being a sobbing, snotty, sweaty mess--often times while he's being a sobbing, snotty, sweaty mess. It's antithetical to All Might and Nana's beliefs about saving others with a smile and about cultivating an "image"/"mask" meant to reassure others-- but that's not a bad thing, and the whole series is built around showing us why it isn't a bad thing.

Izuku cannot separate his own inherent humanity and desires from his heroism and is driven by impulse/ego/pain the same way Tomura is. He remains a crybaby who wears his emotions on his sleeve throughout the entirety of the manga-- and the lesson he ultimately learns isn't that he should "just stop crying and hide all his fear behind a smile," it's that he shouldn't run from that aspect of himself because it's the part of himself that allows him to empathize with others. Izuku saves a piece of himself every time he gives his all to save those who are in tears, and he's become the exact type of hero who would've given it his all to save his child self.

This might not be the sort of hero Izuku fantasized about being-- but it's exactly the sort of hero Tomura needs after a lifetime of having his own tears downplayed and ignored by everyone.

on that note, the anime having Tenko and Izuku's "masks" basically evaporating to reveal their soft, sparkly, shoujo-y centers in that one season 6 OP remains one of the most on-point visuals the anime has ever given us lmfao. can't wait to see what they do for s7.....!

#sophie.txt #midoriya izuku #shigaraki tomura #just rambling a bit so this post doesn't have much in the way of direction/cohesion. no matter...........!!!#mha.txt

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eirenical · 11 days ago

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Like Father, Unlike Son (3168 words) by eirenical

Written for the @mysteriouslotuscasebookweek prompts "Role Reversal" (Day 2) and "Grief" (Day 4).

Rating: Explicit

Summary: In the wake of Shan Gudao's return, Li Lianhua is left broken and listless, nothing like his usual self. Fang Duobing is willing to do anything to bring him back, even if it means pretending, just for one night, to be someone he's not... someone he hopes he'll never become.

The yard was silent, the kind of silence that descends in the wake of a storm. Fang Duobing would have filled that space with noise, laughter, anything but this quiet stillness that Shan Gudao had left in his wake. But Li Lianhua stood barely two steps away, holding himself so very carefully, as though too large a breath might break every bone in his rib cage.

~Li Xiangyi is, indeed, a joke.~

Fang Duobing's first instinct had been to defend, to deny, to wipe those words from existence the moment Li Lianhua had spoken them. But Li Lianhua had been standing oh so carefully then, too, as though some part of him had already broken beyond repair, and a harsh word could wipe him from existence along with his words. Fang Duobing wondered, for the first time, if he was finally, truly, seeing Li Xiangyi before him—or what little was left of him after first his shixiong's death and then the battle at the Eastern Sea had taken everything from him. For the first time, he began to see what might have driven him to put himself away so thoroughly and become Li Lianhua. Faced with what he'd been faced with, Fang Duobing might have done the same.

Gently, he said, "He's gone. Why don't we go inside?"

Li Lianhua didn't answer, simply turned back the way they'd come from and took one shuffling step after another. At the threshold, he stumbled, foot catching on the raised doorway when he didn't lift it high enough. Fang Duobing caught him, gripping his arm above the elbow and pulling him close to keep him upright.

His body was shaking, a fine tremor that Fang Duobing hadn't been able to see but could feel now that they were pressed so close. "Li Lianhua?"

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November 4, 2024: At this point, I think I just need to accept the fact that my niche in this fandom is "fucked up and ill-advised sex that probably at least hints at Daohua somewhere in the background." 😅 Anyway, ever since I saw the scene where Shan Gudao reveals himself to Fang Duobing and Li Lianhua, I've wanted to write a fic where Li Lianhua turns to Fang Duobing for some very ill-advised comfort after that and lets himself pretend, just this once, that Fang Duobing is actually Shan Gudao. Brain decided today was the day? Enjoy? 😁👍👍

Fic Warnings: This is a little bit of a YMMV situation. The sex that happens in this fic is 100% consensual on both sides, but Fang Duobing is essentially role playing as his father and there is ZERO negotiation before that happens and, knowing Li Lianhua, they're not going to discuss it afterwards, either. Fang Duobing does have a little bit of a frantic moment where he's basically thinking "…this is kind of fucked up, isn't it? Maybe we should talk about it first? OK, never mind, lower brain just took over and made the decision for me." But he's still very much on board with what's going on and they both enjoy it in the end. But this is some VERY tangled relationship shit going on and if that squicks you, you might want to give this one a miss.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 莲花楼 | Mysterious Lotus Casebook (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Fang Duobing/Li Lianhua | Li Xiangyi, Minor or Background Relationship(s) Characters: Fang Duobing, Li Lianhua | Li Xiangyi

Additional Tags: mentions of - Freeform, Di Feisheng/Li Lianhua | Li Xiangyi - Freeform, Di Feisheng/Fang Duobing/Li Lianhua | Li Xiangyi - Freeform, Past, Li Lianhua | Li Xiangyi/Shan Gudao - Freeform, Under-negotiated Kink, Light BDSM, Sexual Roleplay, Unrequited Love, Established Relationship, Episode Related, episode 32, Missing Scene, Trauma, Dealing with Trauma in Less Than Healthy Ways, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, ill-advised sex, Healing Sex, (...yes it's the same sex; make of that what you will XD), Mysterious Lotus Casebook Week 2024

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treedaddymcpuffpuff · 7 months ago

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Excessive Force : Tom Ludlow x Fem Nurse Reader (COLLAB W/ THE INCREDIBLE @johnwickb1tsch) - Chapter One

Summary : After you treat him in the ER, Officer Tom Ludlow asks you out. You turn him down, thinking you know his type, but he’s not willing to take no for an answer. In fact, you find out he’s more than willing to abuse his authority in his pursuit of you. Maybe Ludlow seems like an asshole, but when you are drawn into a dangerous conspiracy that could go all the way to the top of the LAPD, he might be the only thing that stands between you and a shallow grave.

TW : Abuse of authority, alpha male, sexual harassment, the word “no” is not in this man’s vocabulary

The ER is overflowing tonight. There was a huge drug bust down on South Hampton Avenue that ended in a fire and gunfight: turned out to be a big enough debacle that they had to call a code black throughout the hospital, which basically means, at least for you, no breaks or time between patients. In times like this, charting even takes a back burner thanks to a hospital policy where everything you learned in nursing school flies out the window and you don’t have to document what you’re doing.

It’s a good thing, because you don’t have time to log onto a computer let alone write something down with pen and paper. Burn victims, gunshots, every bed full, people boarding in the waiting room and hallways with broken limbs and makeshift pressure dressings on bullet holes and stab wounds.

The once chemical, pristine floor and walls now look like something from a SAW movie, and you’re not much better off. Bloody, dirt caked scrubs, exhausted, sweat stains. You’ve probably done more chest compressing tonight than you have in your entire career leading up. And you’ve seen more people die tonight… well, more than you’d like.

You wipe some tears off your cheeks, pretending it’s sweat, before walking into the lobby to catch the stragglers. “Thomas?”

“Call me Tom.” He’s a cop, still in uniform, sitting on the floor with a big puff of gauze pressed into his shoulder. You kneel down beside him.

“I’m y/n, can I take a look?”

“Sure.” He winces, pulls the bloody dressing away to reveal a big, messy gash slicing into his left shoulder. It will need stitches, that’s for sure, but other than that it looks like a fairly clean cut.

“Knife?” You ask him, pulling back on his shirt.

“Some fucking idiot crackhead with a sword, actually,” he grits.

You laugh a little bit. “I’m having a hard time believing that.”

“So am I.” He tries to grin at you, but it comes out more like a snarl because of the way you’re poking and prodding at him.

Maybe it's just because you're exhausted, you've had a terrible night, and you hurt all over, but you can't help but notice how handsome this man is, even after his own ordeals on the mean streets of the City of Angels. He watches you with sharp dark eyes that miss nothing. You almost feel sorry for the criminals who find themselves on the receiving end of that stare. As it is, you almost feel a little unnerved yourself, until you notice a sparkle of humor for you in those dark orbs. However, you still get the feeling like he's studying you while you are tending his wound.

“I gotta stitch this,” you tell him, a little shy under his gaze, now.

“Are you good at that?”

You’re kind of in your own little world when he asks that, looking at his arms. Solid and big. Nice veins. It takes you a minute to register that he even said something. Yeah, you chastise yourself, why don’t you just start fucking drooling while you’re at it?

“Good at what?”

His grin tips higher. “Stitches…”

“No, but I'm going to stab you repeatedly with a needle anyway…”

He chuffs with laughter. “You just seem a little distracted.” The way he smirks at you, you just know you're caught out. Get it together, you scold yourself. Maybe act like a professional instead of oogling the nice police officer.

“Sorry. It's just been a really long night. I promise, you're in good hands.”

“Looking forward to it,” he answers, with a beam of direct eye contact that nearly brings you to your knees.

This is where you catch your lucky break, because this is where you start to get annoyed. Mostly, at yourself, but partly at him too. He clearly knows how attractive he is. He's just that kind of asshole. And it's been fucking forever since you've gotten laid, because the world is just so full of assholes… It's not fair, the way he uses this advantage to tease you, when you feel like an extra in a Rob Zombie film. You do your best to appear unaffected as you walk away to retrieve supplies. You also pretend not to notice him staring at your ass, which, okay, you have to admit, it’s a little bit of a confidence boost.

It’s almost stupid to put towels under his arm as you spray him off with sterile water - this floor could actually use it. You get the edges pink and shiny, uncake the blood and the viscera. Grateful for the distraction - distraction from the big, brown eyed cop who won’t stop looking at you.

He has that type of stare that has weight to it. You feel it, on your skin– and you hate to admit it– in the aching throb between your legs, which is the last thing you need to be distracted by right now. Ah, the stupid lady parts, always making their vote known at the worst possible time.

Even though you let the anesthetic sit for a while, modern medicine can’t account for all the pain. He’s wincing and grunting while you tug his open flesh back together, and those gruff sounds are not helping this whole being attracted to him situation. You feel like your skin is on fire from his overwhelming stare, from the noises coming out of that long throat. Christ, he’s not even touching you…

“You alright there sweetheart? I'm the one under the needle.”

You look at him, some of that anger escaping in your tone. “Please don’t call me sweetheart.”

“Sorry. Been a long night for me too.” He lifts one of those sculpted dark brows at you, and you feel it as your heart tries most earnestly to tap dance right out of your fucking chest.

You sigh, narrowing your eyes so that he knows he's not in the clear. Unfortunately, he just seems to find that adorable, those dark eyes sparkling like black diamonds.

“Just…let me finish you off so you can get out of here.”

“Didn't know you performed that service here,” he quips with a smirk, and you're almost relieved he drives this final nail into his coffin, even if the suggestion makes a spear of desire shoot through you.

“I'm starting to side with the crackhead now.”

“Ooo, ouch,” he snarks, unaffected. “Take your time, this is the most fun I've had in a while.”

You decide not to answer, concentrating on your work. This man has a quick comeback for everything, you have a feeling. Worse, you kind of doubt a girl like you has a chance in hell of outmaneuvering him.

As you're bandaging him up, he senses your time together is coming to a close. His demeanor changes a little– if you didn't know any better, you'd think he was sad about it. “Thanks for stitching me up,” he says, surprisingly humble. He rolls those big dark eyes up to yours, and you feel your resolve to be a stone cold professional crumble–a little.

“You're welcome.” It's possible your touch on his shoulder lingers just slightly longer than it should.

“Hey…” He clearly feels bold enough to catch your hand in his. And holy shit, that hand. Your little mitt disappears in his, wrapped up in long, blunt fingers. The things you bet that hand could do to you…

It's definitely not a helpful thought.

“Any chance I could give you a call sometime?”

Your initial, knee-jerk reaction to this question, from this fine-ass man, is Yes, please and thank you. You're sure he sees it in your eyes, the way you're practically ready to sit up and bark for him.

But then, past experiences raise their hands to the situation, and how grateful you are.

You know this guy's type, you convince yourself. Handsome, and macho, and they think they're so cute they can say anything and you'll just keep eating out of the palm of their hand, grateful to be their girl. You've starred in this show before– and it always ends in tragedy, with your heart in shreds, and them shrugging you off before moving on.

Not tonight.

“Sorry, but…I think it's best we keep this professional.”

Why does it hurt to say it?

You expect him to sulk, maybe even get mean, the way so many manly men do when a woman bruises their fragile egos. However, it seems this man is different. He just smirks, and you realize with a skip of your heartbeat, that he is not deterred at all.

“If you say so, sweetheart.”

With your heart in your throat, you have a feeling this is not the last you see of detective Tom Ludlow.

#Tom ludlow #street kings #keanuverse #tom ludlow x reader #collab fic #Johnwickb1tsch is amazing at graphics!!!#Tom Ludlow fic

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steddieas-shegoes · 2 years ago

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Chapter 2 to this post which can also be found on ao3 here

When Steve woke up, he groaned in pain.

His back was not designed to sleep on small couches that looked older than he was. His head was also not very pleased with his situation.

And that was before everything came crashing back to him.

He looked down at his wrapped wrist, eyebrows furrowed when he realized it didn’t hurt anymore.

How long was he asleep? How long was it supposed to hurt? Maybe the pain in his back and head was enough to distract from the pain of the tattoo he’d gotten.

Before he realized what was happening, frustrated tears were falling down his face, his lip curling as he tried to fight the emotions welling up inside him. He didn’t even know what emotions he was feeling, just that they were too much.

He heard someone shuffle into the room, but didn’t look up from where he was staring down at his wrist. He assumed it was Eddie, and he didn’t want Eddie to see him crying again.

There were hands on his cheeks, thumbs brushing away his tears as he pretended that he wasn’t actually crying.

Whatever was going on was kind of ruining his reputation, not that Eddie even knew him enough to know of his reputation.

“It’s alright, sunshine. Did you just wake up?”

“Yeah.”

His voice was broken and raspy, barely audible even after clearing his throat a couple of times.

“Sorry the couch isn’t very comfy. I didn’t expect you to completely fall asleep. Tell me what’s going on.”

“Just. I. I don’t know.”

Eddie searched his face. He was looking for something, and Steve kind of hoped he’d find it so he knew what the hell was going on.

“I think you’re dropping. It’s okay. I’ve got ya.”

And for some fucking reason, Steve believed him.

He fell forward into Eddie’s chest, letting Eddie wrap his arms around him and hold him close.

He listened to the calming beat of Eddie’s heart and felt the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed in and out.

He’d had panic attacks before. This wasn’t one of those.

He’d been so depressed he couldn’t get out of bed before. This wasn’t that.

He’d even been unable to stop crying before. This didn’t feel like that.

This felt like he was lost in a void and no one would ever find him. He’d have to crawl through this overwhelming darkness and silence on his own.

But he felt Eddie’s warmth. He felt his hands gripping the back of his head and back. He felt Eddie’s breath against his hair, every exhale making it move just enough to make him shiver.

Eddie was pulling him from the void, making it easier to feel and see his surroundings. He was able to hear Eddie singing softly to him, not a song he recognized, but one that was slow enough to keep him calm as he eased back to reality.

He didn’t want to move, but he knew he was feeling good enough to give Eddie space. He really didn’t want to though.

Not even a little bit.

As he pulled away, Eddie’s hands gripped tighter, keeping him against him.

“A bit longer, sunshine. You’ll be okay.”

He believed him.

Something about the way Eddie spoke made him feel like he could find his way out.

He relaxed against him, unclenched his fists and jaw in a way he probably hadn’t in years. He tried to copy the way Eddie was breathing, but he kept getting caught up in a wet sob.

“Focus on my voice, sunshine. You feel it against your ear? You hear what I’m saying?”

Steve nodded against his chest.

“Good. You’re doing so good, Stevie. Breathe in for me.” Steve did. “Out.” Steve did. “So good. Again. In. Out.”

Steve was breathing in and out as Eddie instructed him to. It was easy to have direction, to let Eddie guide him through something so simple.

Steve would feel awkward about it later. Alone in his room.

And he’d never see Eddie again and never explore what just happened and definitely never tell Robin.

Oh god. Robin.

She probably thought he was dead.

“How long?”

Eddie kept rubbing his back as he answered.

“Two hours. Not long. I was gonna wake you up soon anyways. I’m closed for the night.”

“Oh. Sorry.”

Eddie shushed him and pulled him even tighter against him.

“Nothing to be sorry for. Once I saw you were out, I met with my client and finished up closing stuff so I could get you out of here safely.”

“Oh.”

Steve still didn’t know what he was feeling. He knew he probably owed Eddie a lot for getting him out of it, but he was also banking on never having to see Eddie again or explain himself.

“Would Robin know what to do if you drop again?”

“I don’t even know what that means.”

He felt Eddie sigh. He tried not to take offense, but like, how was he supposed to take it any other way than he was officially a pain in Eddie’s ass?

“Hey. Look at me, Steve.”

Steve looked. Of course he looked. He was like a dog learning new tricks at this point.

“I can call Robin if you want. I can talk her through what to do.”

“Um. Is it…like this?”

He didn’t mind Robin touching him, that wasn’t it. It was more that Robin was touch averse, and rarely did more than give him a quick hug of comfort if he needed it. It’s not that she wouldn’t be willing to try whatever this is, but he didn’t want her to have to.

“Well. It depends on the person. But it seems to be working for you, so yeah, probably.”

“I don’t think she could.”

“Do you have anyone else you trust who might be free?”

Steve didn’t have to think about it. No. He had Robin and his job.

He shook his head and sniffled.

How pitiful.

He reminded himself again that he’s crying and making a fool of himself in front of a stranger. Sure, Eddie did his tattoo, seemed nice, seemed to care that he was taken care of.

Which was a red flag to Steve.

Why does this stranger care so much?

“Why do you care?”

Steve pulled away despite every nerve and bone and muscle in his body wishing he’d stay wrapped up in Eddie’s arms. He watched as Eddie’s face spent a few moments circling between amusement, hurt, and anger.

“I care because you have no idea what’s happening and it can be dangerous for you if you don’t have someone around who does.”

“And you do?”

“I know enough.”

“But you don’t know me.”

“I think I’m starting to.”

Steve didn’t like the sound of that at all. He doesn’t let people know him. He hadn’t even told Eddie anything.

“Can you explain what the hell is happening?”

Eddie sat down on the couch and pulled Steve down so his head was in his lap.

How did he manage to do that so quickly? Why did Steve let him?

Why was Steve more relaxed now than he’d been in years?

Fingers played with the ends of his hair as Eddie spoke softly.

“You went into subspace. I didn’t notice at first, but when I looked up for the first check in, I could tell. Glazed over eyes, one word answers, cheeks red. You were letting me move your arm like a rag doll.” Eddie scratched at his scalp and he couldn’t help letting out a moan. It felt good, sue him. “Do you remember me checking in?”

“Um. Kinda?”

Steve was trying to focus on Eddie’s voice again, but the way his hands scratched at his scalp had his eyelids dropping.

“You were under the whole time. I tried a few times to get you focused, but it didn’t happen. I’m pretty familiar with it so I didn’t panic.”

“What happened after?”

“You mean the drop?”

“Yeah.”

“It happens sometimes. You crash too hard after or you don’t have someone to take care of you or both. Sometimes it happens even with those things not being a problem.”

“And that’s happening? To me?”

“I think so. Normally by now I’d probably be okay with you going home and taking it easy, but you didn’t even know what was going on. You’re gonna have to let me be a little bit dramatic about it.”

Steve would’ve rolled his eyes if he were able to, but unfortunately exhaustion was creeping in again.

“You can rest your eyes, sunshine. I’m right here.”

That shouldn’t make Steve feel safe. Or relaxed. Or content. Or happy. Or loved. Especially not loved.

But it did. He did.

Well, fuck.

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Steve managed to send a text to Robin and made sure she could see his location just in case.

Eddie made sure she had his number and address, too.

Steve was feeling more present, but still unstable. He was thinking too hard, but couldn’t work through his thoughts in a way that was helpful.

This shit was for the birds.

He was telling Eddie the truth that he had no idea what was going on and that it had never happened to him, but as he rode to Eddie’s apartment in the passenger seat of Eddie’s car, he remembered an instance not too long ago with someone he hooked up with.

They’d been messing around in the bathroom of the club, Steve against the door of the stall, and the guy (Alex? Adam? Anders? Who knows.) pulled both of his wrists together and held them above his head tightly. He let his eyes roll back and the next thing he knew, the guy was finishing him off furiously with his hand down his pants.

But he hadn’t gone through this dropping thing Eddie was insisting he was doing right now.

Eddie seemed to know what he was talking about, so he believed it, but he found it hard to believe something as simple as a tattoo could do this to him.

Eddie kept a firm grip on his thigh the entire way to his place.

“I don’t want to risk things getting worse. Usually it helps to have physical contact.”

Steve didn’t want to admit he was right, but the hand on his thigh did help keep him centered and focused.

He stayed quiet for the ride, letting Eddie’s voice singing along to the radio be the only noise in the car.

When they arrived at Eddie’s house (he had a whole house?), Eddie turned to him with a soft smile.

“Tired?”

Steve nodded.

“Let’s get you inside so you can sleep it off. Feel okay other than that?”

Steve shrugged.

Eddie’s eyebrows furrowed.

“Can you use your words, Sunshine?”

Steve opened his mouth, but stopped just before he was going to say something.

Hm. He knew what he wanted to say, he knew how to get his mouth to say it, but his voice wasn’t working with the rest of him to get it out.

“Okay. That’s alright. Let’s get you inside. Water and a snack, maybe a bath?”

Steve shrugged again.

Eddie knew what was best for him, so he’d let Eddie decide.

That just felt easier.

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Chapter 3

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #ao3fic #tumblr drabbles #myfic #grumpy sunshine trope #tattoo artist eddie munson #part 2 #chapter 2

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twisted-wonderland-shenanigans · 1 year ago

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Okay, either the scientist knew she was preggo or they just thought she was going through hormonal changes or whatever, there is NO WAY CROWLEY DOESNT KNOW THE HUMAN IS PREGGO.

Also, how much should I bet that Cater is just going to keep the whole world updated with every single DETAIL.

Oh, Lilia is going to have a FIELD DAY WHEN THE BABY IS BORN, same for Trein, he’s probably going to love it.

Referring to this fic snippet here:

Okay, to be fair, I forgot to mention that the events take place shortly after Yuu's arrival. Probably between chapter 2 and 3 given the timeline we have, which puts it at about...two, three weeks after the prologue and shortly after Riddle and Leona overblot.

As for the scientists/researchers, while logically speaking they would immediately jump at the chance to come to the island to start their studies, they first had to make sure these pictures circulating on Cater’s Magicam posts were legit first. Once it is established through a video or two that was posted, that's when they reach out to Crowley to make the arrangements!

And they actually arrive a week after the pregnancy announcement, so you can bet that they are very eager to get some studying done as quick as possible! 😂

As for the staff not realizing that fem!Yuu is pregnant, they are aware of what a pregnant monster's scent is like for sure. But because there hadn't been a human in centuries, even if Crowley was old enough to have been around humans, it's not like he remembers the scent off the top of his head! The staff would all essentially be like those confused cats and dogs trying to figure out what this strange bump is and why their human smells funny before instinctively feeling protective.

Can you just imagine Crowley building a nest for Yuu without realizing just *why* he was doing it in the first place? Or the blank stare he'd give the moment someone asked him like, "...why am I doing this??" and it only becomes clear shortly after the announcement, in which he tries to pretend he knew all along 😂

I'm also reminded of this one post where OP's cat had had multiple litters in the past and was so excited when OP got pregnant that the kitty kept trying to show her to the nest she made for OP's "kitten", and it was the sweetest thing I'd ever read 🥹

Anyway, you can bet your bottom madol that Cater will absolutely be keeping EVERYONE updated on Magicam throughout the whole process, and he is getting flooded with baby picture requests 🤣 It's also sweet how mothers come across the posts and try to offer advice that they'd learned on raising their kids, which is nice, though not all of the advice would really be practical based on species 😅 But at least they're sweet enough to offer that and words of encouragement! I can even see some inviting Yuu to a mother's support group meeting ;;v;;

You can also bet that Yuu will be receiving a lot of baby shower gifts and such from Cater’s followers. At least they don't have to worry about needing to buy diapers for a while! 🤣

Ooooooh yes, Lilia is going to be ecstatic to be able to hold and care for a baby again! He will offer to help watch over the little one (hadn't decided on a gender or name yet for the new baby) so Yuu can take a break, though don't worry about him trying to feed the baby his cooking. He learned and knows that milk is important for the baby, so he makes sure to have the bottles readily available even at Diasomnia~ (though Silver and the others make sure to keep an eye on him when it comes to feeding time just to be on the safe side)

Trein has already raised two daughters, and while he may not be interested in raising another, that's not to say he won't wind up spoiling the little human baby like any grandparent would! He'll also offer a shoulder for fem!Yuu to lean on and reassure her that she's doing a great job as a mother ;;v;;

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland monster au #twst monster au #faun speaks #fem!yuu

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runningincircl3s · 2 months ago

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Nothing Ever After

Noah Sebastian x Reader x Vinny Mauro

Chapter 2

chapter warnings: weed (i mean it's folio c'mon)

this chapters pretty short, it was half written as a filler so we can get to where the miw guys come into the story!! :)

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It was getting closer and closer to the day you were setting off to go on tour with Bad Omens, and living with Noah Sebastian wasn’t for the weak. When he would walk around topless, nothing on but a pair of black shorts or joggers and his chain, you’d have to excuse yourself and pace in circles around your room to clear the thoughts from your head. When you were cooking in the kitchen and couldn’t reach something in the cupboard so you’d call him over to get it for you and he’d tower over you as he easily picked up what you were after you had to bite down on your lip so you didn’t lean over and bite his bicep.

You were certain he knew how you felt about him, he had to be aware that he was hot, and you were both single, and you would both so clearly flirt with each other. It didn’t help that he was so goddamn nice to you all the time, you couldn't tell half the time if he was actually flirting or not.

Orie was currently out shooting a music video somewhere, so you were sat outside by the pool with Noah, Matt, Jolly and Folio. As you sat talking with Jolly about something, you looked over your shoulder to see Folio rolling a joint.

“That better be the only one, the neighbours were complaining about the smell the last time you stayed over.” Noah warned, and Folio smirked.

“Yes, dad. Sorry, dad!” He said as he placed the joint between his lips, searching his pockets for a lighter, only for Matt to throw one over to him.

“I was talking with Chris today,” Noah said, “he agreed to come out to sing just pretend with us, but he asked if we’d rather Ricky come out instead?”

You thought you recognised those names, but stayed out of the conversation as it didn’t have anything to do with you.

“The fans would go insane for either, I guess we could bring Rick out one night and Chris another? Or have Chris join you in a different song? Maybe a heavier one?” Matt suggested.

“Oh he would fuck up artificial suicide if it wasn’t our first song.” Folio said, passing the joint to Matt as they all agreed.

"Or even hedonist." Jolly added.

“I was thinking for our last night putting malice on the setlist, and having Chris come out for that, then we all go off stage, then we come back on with the motionless guys and play one of their old songs together. Only issue would be Folio and Vin, it’s not like we can have two sets of drums up there.” Noah explained.

“Wait, what’s going on?” You ask finally, “who are we touring with?” you were trying to work out what they were talking about but there was no hope.

“Motionless in white, I thought you knew?” Noah furrowed his eyebrows, “I met Chris, their vocalist, during shiprocked last year and we thought it would be good to do a tour together. We were supposed to a couple years ago but then we kinda blew up out of nowhere and plans got changed.”

“Oh that’s sick!” You grin, “they’re the guys who made slaughterhouse, right?”

“They’re the ones.” Folio nodded, “shit, we could all play slaughterhouse together!”

“We can discuss it all once we’re all together,” Matt said, passing the joint to Jolly, “they probably already have all their shit sorted anyway, I don’t want them to have to make any changes so late.”

“No neither do I,” Noah sighed, “it’s just so hard because Chris is always busy, I’m always busy, we never get a chance to discuss things like this directly.”

“We can talk about it on Friday when we’re all together.” Matt said, “I’ve gotta go now though, I told Alyson I’ll help her cook tonight, her parents are coming over so I better go and freshen up. I’ll see you tomorrow guys.”

“Bye, man.” Folio and Jolly nodded.

“See ya.” You smiled.

“Thanks Matt,” Noah patted his shoulder, “see you tomorrow.”

After Matt left, Jolly shortly followed and then Folio announced that he was going in to have a snack and take a nap, leaving you and Noah alone.

“I’ve seen you’ve had your eye on the pool all afternoon,” he observed, “you can get in if you want?”

“Well I did bring a bikini,” you smirk, “it'd be a shame not to use it... but I can’t get in by myself.”

“Who said you were getting in by yourself?” He grinned, “go get changed.”

You smiled, getting up from the chair you’d been sat in all afternoon. You walked past Folio, who was now snoring on the couch, you felt pretty bad for him. You did wonder why he couldn’t stay in Matt’s old room, but when Noah opened the door and showed you the boxes and boxes of merch that were scattered around the room, and the fact that there was no bed, you realised why he took the couch instead.

You searched through the drawer in your room for the bikini you brought with you. You debated taking it when you were packing your suitcase, but then you realised the guys might take a day off to hit the beach or something, so you opted for taking it just in case.

You put it on, and caught a glimpse of yourself in the big mirror hanging on the back of the bedroom door. Over the years, you had started to become more comfortable in your own body, and you smiled at yourself as you reached for the door handle before making your way back down to the pool. When you got there, you spotted Noah, who was already in the pool looking over the edge.

“I’m back.” You announced, catching his attention as you put your phone down by the towels Noah had brought out.

“C’mon, get in!” He said, “It's so warm in here.”

You sit by the edge of the pool and dip your feet in, and you swear you went into shock, instantly pulling them back out.

“Fuck! Noah it’s freezing!” You shouted, but before you could get away, he had pulled you in with him. “Stop! This isn’t funny!” You shouted at him, but you couldn’t help but giggle, which wasn’t helping your case.

“Cold waters good for you!”

“Maybe if you’re insane!”

“Hey!” He laughed, before noticing how your body was practically shaking, “oh shit, come here!” He opened his arms, wrapping them around you and holding you close to his chest, you could feel the heat radiating from him.

“See what you’ve done!” You snickered, but he only laughed.

“You’ll get over the initial shock and get used to it in a moment.”

He was right, it only took a couple minutes before you were swimming about just fine.

“So was this here when you moved in?”

“Yeah, but we had to get some guys out to clean it. Matt insisted he could do it himself but he took one look at the pool and an hour later he was on the phone to some cleaners.”

“Typical Matt,” you chuckled, “you’ve such a nice place, here.”

“I know, it's great.” He smiled, “we had to get out of our last place after the band started blowing up, we had some kinda crazy stalkers, this place just felt a lot safer for all of us. But it’s strange now that all the guys are starting to move out. I guess I never thought about what would happen when we all get to this age and want to start families. I kinda had this vision that we’d always live together, we always have done.”

You frowned, seeing how this clearly upset him.

“Well that just means you have to get some pets! I can imagine a few dogs running around this place, maybe some cats too, a parrot even!”

Noah smiled, shaking his head.

“The only issue is touring, I’d love to have some pets of my own more than anything! But I’d hate having to leave them all the time, it just wouldn’t be fair on them.”

“I didn’t think of that,” you frowned, and quickly changed the topic, “are you excited to be back on the road?”

“Yeah, we’ve had quite a lot of time off but it isn’t like we’ve had a break, we've spent most of it working on the next album. But I can’t wait to be back on stage, it always gives me this feeling I can’t explain. I love the atmosphere, seeing everyone so connected and having a great time and knowing it’s because of us, that we created this.”

You noticed the way the water was slowly dripping from his chain, his hair was slightly damp, sticking to his forehead and oh was he getting buff- and is that a back tattoo?

However, these thoughts soon came to an end as Noah splashed you.

“Earth to y/n?! Are you listening to me are you too busy checking me out?”

You felt your cheeks redden, you didn’t even realise he had said something?

“I wasn’t-”

“Yeah, yeah…” He smirked. This bastard was starting to get cocky, and you hated when he was like this.

You were now sat on the edge of the pool again, and he was slowly making his way closer to you. As you turned to reach for a towel to wrap around your upper body as your legs dangled in the water, you felt a pair of hands on your waist.

“You look pretty like this, y’know.” He said, his voice just above a whisper.

He took the towel from your hands and wrapped it around you, pushing your hair out of your face, letting his hand rest on your cheek.

You’d never really had a chance to look at him this closely, he was beautiful. You noticed every little detail, every freckle, every mole, the colour of his eyes, the shape of his lips- everything you’d never really paid any attention to before.

You both alowly began to lean in, inching closer to each other. His fingers slithered from your cheek to under your chin, and you let your eyes shut as you felt his warm breath on your lips.

“Guys!” The both of you jumped, instantly pulling away from each other as you heard Folio shout from inside, “Nicholas is here!”

“What? I thought he was coming tomorrow,” said Noah as he got out of the pool, grabbing a towel to wrap around himself before holding his hand out to you, “we better go in, it’s gonna be getting dark soon anyway.”

You agreed, taking his hand and getting up, making sure to wrap the towel around yourself before entering the house.

“Great to see you man!” Noah grinned at his best friend, wrapping an arm around him, “I thought you were coming tomorrow?”

“My flight got changed, I texted you,” Nicholas frowned, “didn’t you see it?”

“Shit, sorry!” Noah groaned, shaking his head, “I’ve been talking to Chris and then Matt and then… it’s all just getting so chaotic, we leave in 2 days, you know how it gets.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he smiled, before his attention shifted to you, “hi y/n! It’s great to see you again. I heard you’re joining us as our photographer?”

“Yeah, Bryan thought it would be a good opportunity to get some experience touring. Only thing is I’m not looking forward to being the only girl on that tour bus.”

“Yeah that kinda sucks,” Folio added, “we’ll be on our best behaviour, ma’am.”

You chuckled, shaking your head.

“I’m gonna take a shower, if that’s okay?” You said, directing your question to Noah as the only shower that currently works is in his bathroom.

“Of course, I’ll be up in a moment to get changed anyway.”

You nodded and made your way up the stairs, only to be followed shortly by Noah.

Nick sighed as he sat down on the couch, looking over at Nicholas who was still bringing his things in from the car.

“I bet $50 they’ll get together on this tour.”

“Get together?” Nicholas questioned, “You mean get together? Or like… they’ll start dating?”

“Both.” Nick stated, “they probably would’ve done it in the pool just now if I didn’t interrupt.”

“No way, he’s still got feelings for her after all these years?”

“It’s so obvious, man. She clearly feels the same way too.”

“What are you talking about?” Noah asked, coming back down the stairs.

“Who do you think?” Nicholas looked over at Folio and smirked.

“Hayley again? Nick, man, it’s been weeks! I thought you were over her.”

Nick rolled his eyes and sighed as Noah walked back up the stairs with a pile of towels.

“So what do you say?”

“I don’t think it’ll happen,” Nicholas confessed, “Noah’s spent the last 6 years working on himself, building himself back up and protecting himself. I don’t think he’ll do it.”

“You’re gonna owe me $50 in a few months, buddy.” Nick patted Ruffilo’s back as he walked past him towards the kitchen.

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#noah sebastian x reader #vinny mauro x reader #vinny mauro fanfic #noah sebastian fanfic #bad omens fanfic #motionless in white fanfic #nothing ever after <3

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atearyamallari · 4 months ago

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I made fanfiction for the rottmnt 40th anniversary comic! You can read the full first chapter by clicking here, but I will be posting a little preview below, so SPOILERS AHEAD!

Time Forever Lost

Chapter 1 - Family Movie Day

Leo placed some breakfast on a wooden tray – toast with strawberry jam and a warm cup of tea – and walked it out of the kitchen and down the hall. When he finally made it to the dilapidated subway car that was Splinter’s bedroom, he stopped short of the door. Taking a deep breath, he put on a brave face and tapped the door with his toes.

“Hey, Dad, I’m coming in. You better be halfway decent in there,” Leo called. He gently kicked open the door and let the light from the hallway illuminate a path to Splinter’s bedside. The sickeningly sweet smell of flowers bombarded his nostrils, and he had to tread carefully to avoid knocking over the vases that lined the floor. At some point, he would have to water some of those roses and discard the wilting bouquets, he reminded himself. And at the rate that his family was receiving flowers from friends, he was going to have to find some more vases, too.

The bed was a mess of pillows and blankets – but no Splinter. Leo nearly dropped the tray. No matter how many times he and his brothers had told their dad not to get up and wander around the lair without their supervision, he did so anyway. It was as if he didn’t care that it gave them a heart attack. Or maybe it just was payback for all the times they snuck out of the lair and got into trouble when they were kids. Leo set the tray down on the bedside nightstand and rushed out of the room, sending a flurry of petals flying in his wake.

Thankfully, Splinter was right where Leo thought he would be: curled up in his favorite armchair in front of the TV. “Blue! There you are,” he said. His voice was raspy, and it was obviously painful for him to talk, but he spoke with enthusiasm nonetheless. “I think we should watch Enter the Tiger today, hm? How ‘bout it?”

Leo planted his hands on his hips. “I think you should stop with the vanishing act and just stay in bed until I get you.”

Splinter crossed his arms. “But it’s stuffy in there. It’s like living inside the perfume kiosks in the mall. I mean, the flowers were nice at first, but now it’s kind of overkill.”

“We can move them out if you want, but – hey, where are your socks?!” Leo asked, suddenly noticing his dad’s bare feet.

“The grippy socks? Eh, they were making my feet sweaty.”

“Dad!” Leo cried.

“What?”

As much as Leo wanted to be mad, he couldn’t blame him. If he were bedridden for months on end, he would probably go stir-crazy, too. But man, he’d be lying if he said his dad wasn’t driving him insane already. “Nothing. I’ll get your breakfast, and then we can watch that movie, ‘kay?”

He returned to Splinter’s bedroom and retrieved his breakfast tray. On his way back, he found Raph stumbling towards the bathroom, bleary-eyed and yawning. “Mornin’, Leo,” he said. “You taking care of Pop’s breakfast today?”

“Nope!” Leo said. “I’m taking care of Pops though.”

The scowl that crossed his brother’s face was almost as funny as his own joke. “Wow,” Raph said. “That was horrible, even for you.”

“Really? I thought it was pretty good.”

“Well, it wasn’t. Raph gives you a C minus for that one.” His tone grew somber. “Seriously though, do you need any help?”

“I got it covered,” Leo said. “Wait, actually, could you do me a favor and try to find Dad’s grippy socks for me? They should be around here somewhere.”

“He took them off again?”

“Apparently.”

Raph groaned. “Fine, I’ll look for them.”

By the time Leo returned to the TV room, the familiar sounds and images of Enter the Tiger was playing on the screen. Splinter was snuggled in his armchair and fiddling with the volume controls on the remote, as if he hadn’t obviously gotten up to put the movie into the VHS player in the first place. But Leo didn’t feel like reprimanding his dad for the umpteenth time, so he pretended not to notice. “One carb-heavy breakfast, on the house!” Leo said as he rested the tray on his dad’s lap.

“Yay, my favorite: flavorless toast,” Splinter said, rolling his eyes. He took a slice from the plate and nibbled one of the corners.

Over a year ago, when Splinter first cracked a joke about his food tasting funny, Leo had chalked it up to Draxum’s cooking. Although he wasn’t as bad of a chef as Donnie or Raph were, there was no telling what he put in their lasagna that night. In Leo’s opinion, it hadn’t tasted any stranger than it normally did, and his brothers all thought the same; Splinter was the only one who insisted that it tasted different. Everyone assumed that he was taking a jab at Draxum, but it should have been the first clue that something was wrong.

For the next couple of weeks, he complained that everything tasted bland, from his favorite froyo to Mikey’s homemade pizza. It wasn’t until he mentioned that he also felt pain in his throat and ears that Leo and his brothers realized that things were more serious than they seemed. It took days to figure out what was making him so sick; meanwhile, Splinter’s health worsened. His pain became unbearable, he lost his appetite, and he became even more lethargic than normal. Eventually, Donnie narrowed down the diagnosis: oropharyngeal carcinoma. Tonsil cancer.

None of the turtles slept much in the following weeks. Donnie often pulled all-nighters trying to develop a chemotherapy drug that would get rid of the cancer without being too aggressive on Splinter’s already frail body. Mikey started having nightmares, ones that usually made him wake up screaming. Raph and Leo threw themselves into vigilantism. If he were honest, Leo only went on nightly patrols to make sure Raph was okay. But if he had to guess, Raph went on patrols looking for an excuse to take out all his anger and frustration on whatever hapless crook crossed their path.

Then, slowly but surely, things started looking up. Donnie completed the chemotherapy drug and started treating Splinter with Leo’s help. The drug took its toll on his body, and his fur fell out, but when it grew back months later, it was a hopeful sign that he was improving. Mikey started getting more sleep and having less nightmares. Leo and his brothers started going on regularly scheduled missions again. Of course, Splinter’s health was still much worse than it was before, and they weren’t out of the tunnel yet, but at last they could see the light at the end.

To be continued...

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…. Oops I’m back with a whole second post/probably soon to be thread because the windglider one was getting very long and now I’m talking about Tengus and Gliders together. Putting in a read more for length.

This post is in response to reblog from @canonical-transformation and asks from @followfire and @beingatoaster

Chapter 1) How the hell does a Tengu Work?

ok that might seem like a strange place to start but I think it’s important to start off with the fact that Tengu wing anatomy is wack as hell. Typically I am the sort of person who likes to do research while thinking about my silly silly headcanons. I have learned a lot about old fabric skinned aircraft and have an appreciation for early heavier than air gliders now because of the (Wikipedia) research I’ve done to think about gliders in genshin. So I figured we’ll look up animals with 4 wings and figure out how they would fly and okay yup, early birds and flying insects. Do any of them have shorter front wings and larger back wings? No? No they are all either larger front or equal size? Excellent. Sounds great. It does seem to be a design feature used in certain types of military jets and missiles to uh… help with turning? I don’t 100% know. It’s called Canard configuration. It’s specifically for fixed wing aircraft and not… birds….

ok so I don’t actually know the motion a tengu’s wings would probably be making. It’s not like we ever get to see them fly in game. Hell, we barely get to see Sara’s wings because the game magically puts them away so they don’t have to animate them except in her idle. This is stupid and we are going to pretend she can’t put her wings away in her inventory and simply just keeps them folded a majority of the time. Anyways enough about Sara for now (don’t worry man. We’ll be back), it’s time for assumption #1: tengus fly in a mostly horizontal position and flap their wings in a rhythm similar to dragonflies (front and back set flap with off timing), but with more elbow in it like a bird. There is a flapping motion, the wings work independently of one another, and a tengu can not hover or fly backwards.

Assumption 2: the larger bottom set is likely responsible for most of the lift. The smaller top set is likely responsible for steering? Especially sharper turns and maneuvers? I don’t 100% know. I really feel like they should be reversed so I can take inspiration from proto-birds like micro raptor but instead we have that. So we are going to work with it.

assumption 3: the human form isn’t really meant to sustain flight? But we know they can fly, and it’s described as flight and not as gliding in lore, and thus they must be able to, for some amount of time, generate enough lift to gain elevation. In order to help reach that goal, a few other things I presume about tengus are that they have extra musculature in and around their wings to support them, they have bones that are more hollow than the average human, both to reduce weight and to store oxygen so that anaerobic metabolism is delayed and thus lactic acid production, allowing tengus to perform athletic feats for longer without exhaustion than an equivalent human, and that their builds tend towards lean and muscular without excessive weight. Sara is a decent example of a tengu build I think! Sort of lanky and isn’t muscular like Itto, where it’s very obvious, but she is muscular and very strong.

those assumptions are going to form the backbone of what a theoretical prosthetic glider may need to accomplish. It needs to be able to move independently from the other wing on the same side, and flap! Either to provide lift or to help steer. Now, let’s get onto

Chapter 2: Construction of a Second Wing.

I say as if there would be one construction. Because. You know. It’s a mobility aid. There would be varying levels of need and thus varying types made so let’s go through them in rough order of least involved to most involved. Anyways I’m still not an engineer so uh fuck.

but first we have to start with the common elements. While I tend to think normal gliders for people without wings are unframed devices, I firmly believe that tengu wing prosthetics (which I’m going to call second wings I guess. I made up that name for the chapter title but do like it) are articulated framed constructions. Realistically I think bamboo would grow in Inazuma despite it not being there in game because trees can’t appear in two regions if they don’t have fruit, but, I think bamboo frames are the most common material due to its lightness.

I was originally going to draw pictures depicting the framing but it’s too late and I’m comfy cozy in bed, because past midnight is the only time I write insanely long tumblr posts. Diagrams may be added later but please use your imagination for now.

ideally I think the frame would follow the leading edge of the wing, acting almost as a second skeleton in order to minimize motions the wing is incapable of, and to provide a way to attach these things to the body harness. Realistically a frame on just one side of the wing may be impractical, and if that is the case then the wing is probably fully surrounded by a light bamboo frame. This probably depends on the needs of the user.

My general thought on the design of these would be a wing by wing approach. The trailing edge of the wings are not sewn close all the way, allowing the user to slide their wing in from the bottom before closing it with snaps, buttons, knots, etc. The wing would then be connected at the… shoulder I guess? The back? By an attachment to a harness. This prevents the wing cover from loosening or moving mid flight and secures the wooden framing against the skeletal structure. The idea would then be that a user could flap their wing normally, but with a larger impact than their wing could usually provide. The wing by wing nature of this general design allows for users to only have 1/4 wings be a second wing, or as many as they need in whichever combo. A more permanent harness attachment would likely be used in those who need both wings in a pair or both pairs, though the single wing approach may also be more practical for those with mobility issues in their wings. Basically, if the problem is lift generation, you can retrofit a wing over top and have a new wing! User cases: those with problems to wing shape (caused by injury or congenital) that hampers flight potential. Tengu with any other problem that does not limit range of motion below what one would typically need to fly with. See chapter 3 for more detail, because I do have a reason why this is the version I have thought about the most.

But speaking of those with mobility problems. What about people who can’t move their wings to the extent needed to fly typically. This is a much harder problem to solve with a second wing obviously, but I have had a few thoughts. To begin, these ones are definitely probably closer in framing to a full frame, because the frame will likely have to act as a brace. This is also the time to tell you I’m not a physical therapist. Anyways I don’t know how to solve this problem but there are a few options

A) the glider acts more like a brace and solid wing. The tengu’s wing(s) is still inside but does not bend, and is likely supported by more internal straps to fasten their wings tighter to the bamboo framing . This likely limits the ability to fly as flapping would not be an option. Though in individuals with upper wing injuries that limit mobility, I really do thing external control with strings controlled by arms or other body parts may be an option for sharp steering that is hard to do by body position alone.

B) Single wing injuries may be able to have rigging of some sort to have the motion of the opposite wing move the injured wing. This would likely be better if the injured wing was tucked away somewhere else and a new wooden boned wing was created.

use cases: those with atrophied ring muscles (though they may be able to move to previous one over time. Those with injuries limiting range of motion.

The last category is for those missing parts of or entire wings. These prosthetics would be the most intense, and would involve not only rigging wings to be able to flap and move via strings or whatever but also a different attachment system custom made to the user’s body. This… I don’t have enough engineering knowledge to imagine this I’m gonna be honest.

Chapter 3: hey why have you even thought about this and how does it pertain to characters (you can stop I’m just oc rambling. But also Kujou Sara)

So I’m gonna be honest and say I have a genshin OC who is a tengu. She is learning to make second wings because her nephew (who is like her little brother!) is a half tengu, and thus his wings are too small and aren’t growing primary feathers at quite the rate to support flight. She thinks that flight is one of the essential qualities that makes a tengu a tengu and not just a human with wings. She thinks he should get to be a tengu, and is thus making prosthetics from scratch even though she is very much not educated to do so.

This would eventually also lead her to talking with Kujou Sara. Thinking about Kujou Sara is a large part of why I have the oc, and also why I basically made her to be a foil to Sara. I don’t think Sara can fly, due to combination atrophy from not using them since I doubt Takayuki would let her go flying really, and injury (from falling off a mountain and whatever else she may have accumulated). Now. I don’t think Sara would like the concept of a mobility aid but also, like, I think it would be good for her to get her feet off the ground and to not have anything bad happen. Kujou Sara should have nice things and maybe one of those things can be talking to someone more immersed in the culture you are disconnected from and discovering things about it. And getting a second opinion on the things that mark you as obviously non human despite your effort to be one.

Anyways make your ocs to explore all the things in a game the game won’t cover, such as: long term ramifications of that war they just had, Yokai culture and self identification of the label, Kujou Sara having screen time and development and even some good things happening to her, Tengu, and wind gliders.

anyways that’s it for tonight my brain is starting to melt. Maybe more if I can think of more later.

#my post #genshin impact #wind glider #Oc tag #Which I will dangerously apply despite never talking about this oc and this post having a high likelihood of getting notes #Maybe I’ll make a reblog to this where I just talk about her.#Yes the way too late brain isn’t 100% sure I remember her name which is why she isn’t getting tagged

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