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‘Songfell’ appreciation post

Hello hello! I do a lot of art for this fanfic called ‘Songfell’, which is one of my favourite fanfics I’ve ever read. Today it’s author’s birthday!! Happy birthday @ikustioa!! Like I did with ‘The World, Upside Down’, today I just wanna list all of the things (well, all the things I can put in the worlds beyond plain AAAAAA. And a lot of AAAAAAA in general, because I want to properly fangirl over every moment) I love about this fanfic chapter-by-chapter all the way to chapter 21, which is by now the last one.

You haven’t read it? Then give it a try! It’s amazing! This most is 80% me quoting amazing and witty writing, it’s a sin not to give it a shot. You can also watch dramatic reading videos narrated by amazing people and full of wonderful illustrations here (you can try watching the trailer first!), and check out @songfell-ut. And I want to say big thanks to @dale-the-human , without you we’d never had these amazing videos and I’d never befriend you, Ikky, Sharky and more wonderful people involved in this fun project.

❗❕SPOILERS FOR THE WHOLE FANFIC UP TO CHAPTER 21!❕❗

❗❕INCLUDES A LOT OF INNUENDOS AND MATURE THEMES MENTIONED❕❗

and now, without further adue:

All the things I love about ‘Songfell’ (this post around 16k words long!!)

(quotes from the fanfic are put into ‘this’)

Chapter 1

- Its based on a comic and gives me hope that one day someone writes an amazing story based on some piece of my work (some people wrote stuff, and i adore it all, reread it too much and yearn for more)

- Since its based on a comic, let's once again appreciate @lostmypotatoes for creating it. I was so hyped when it first dropped, and i still love it to this day even without attachment of songfell

- despite only being 21 chapter for now, it’s HUGE. Like a big big pizza, made from 200k words. That’s amazing, and you, Ikky, should be super duper proud of yourself.

- lights coming from witchlights. What is it? I do not know. But this is world of magic, and its cool.

- Frisk is badass

- The fact how BIG Sans is in this story. It’s hella fun! A bit problematic when it comes to art, but very fun and different!

- Sans contemplating all the various ways he would like to kill humans today

And then just like that it goes to

- 'Sans was not quite so confident now. In fact, his first impulse was to run away screaming.'

- 'Once upon a time, he'd tormented his brother with stories about a bad little skeleton who went out alone after dark, or talked to strangers, or didn't do his big brother's chores for him...'

- '...and just touching them [barriers] would kill you.' or give your hand a funny face, you never know

- 'He might still be afraid, but every fiber of his being wanted that woman dead on the floor. ' just remove word 'dead' and that sentence would describe next 20 chapters pretty good

- Sans thinking she is boned only to take peek at her soul and realize that he is the one who is boned

- 'A merry little chorus of Shiiiiit shit shit shit rang in his head...'

- The way Sans tricks Frisk into the Barrier and distracts her. He's one cunning cookie

- Sans still loving Kris despite all the shit humans had done in his life

- Frisk patting gaster blaster

- 'His first reaction was horrified indignation; he might be about to vaporize her, but for crap's sake, he wasn't being inappropriate.'

- I love that Frisk uses songs/hums as way to express her magic

- First thing Frisk says after being almost killed by a giant monster is telling guards not to kill that giant monster

- For some reason being High Priestess comes with the biggest human made bed in existence and i love it

- Sans being so suspicious of human he didn't eat anything despite starving for god knows how long

- ' "Can I have another fork? Don't want your germs" '

- the science of germs reached... wherever the time period they are in

- 'She was almost panting now, gripping the fork like a trident. Sans was staring at her like she'd grown another head.'

- 'On impulse, the priestess knelt, looking up at him and hoping the effect wasn't spoiled by the dirty fork.'

- The fact that Frisk is ballsy enough to ask not just some monster, but a giant killing machine boss monster to be her apprentice

- Frisk may look and act calm and collected but she still has to overpower her fear and by extension her instinct to protect herself

- 'She was going to forge a lasting bond between their worlds and hand him a kitchen utensil like a normal person or die trying.'

- Sans being picky about forks only to down his food without one instead

- The fact that Frisk can take off her veil without disturbing her hairdress. I imagine it like people pulling cloth off the table without disturbing stuff on it. Description confirms it 👌

- 'And as High Priestess, if she wanted to use her sacred veil to dry a mostly-clean fork in order to please a giant monster who was intimidating her and somehow also being a complete snot, then who was going to stop her?' Yes, I will quote all those juxtaposition moments, because it completely aligness with my sense of humour and one of the reason I love Ikky's writing. Prepare to see sooo many quotes because I can’t help it I adore them all

- The moment Frisk pulls off her veil and turns to Sans, capturing his heartu. Epic. I’m not surprised a few people drew it, but let me pride myself in drawing it first, and it being first songfell fanart. I may sound pathetic but I don't care! I was first! Bite me!

- Everything about Sans' reaction

- Frisk sticking food into Sans' mouth after she flustered him

- Sans showing his tongue and Frisk's reaction

- Sans just wanting to know Frisk's actual name

- Sans asking where's the bathroom

- Them exchanging puns. Always warms my heart

- '...but then she had to give him food and say things that made sense, and things that made even more sense...'

- Sans never understanding human men's fascination with ladies but being absolutely stunned by Frisk. Y E S. I'm living it

- 'Why did she have to like puns, too?' One of my most favorite lines in the whole fanfic. I think back to it sometimes.

- 'This was bad. It had gotten very complicated, very fast.' SANS IS A MESS ALREADY I LOVE IT SO MUCH

- Sans thinking earlier how monsters come in all shapes in sizes and then getting distracted by her 'nice rack'

- 'He didn't want to, it was a bad idea, and he said, "No," in his mind.

She smiled, tilting her head.

"Yeah," Sans said out loud.' This. I adore this moment. Best end of a chapter there can be. I always feel so light inside when I read it, and it makes me extremely happy

Chapter 2

- Sans putting glow from his eyes out to be sneaky

- Frisk expertly tricking child into taking medicine and Sans acknowledging it

- Sans offering to kill someone for her and its only chapter 2

- ' "The first day, after being flagrantly mind-controlled into agreeing to stay..." '

- Out of all monsters to pick as apprentice Frisk not only picked a giant killing machine boss monster, but a skeleton who can't smell and has minimal sense of touch

- Sans being disappointed that she wears the veil most of the time

- 'She was obviously pleased that he cared enough to take notes, though not in a smug or irritating way; it just made her happy, and that made him...not unhappy.'

- I, too think that Sans taking notes is cute

- '...the nature of his blue magic, even if was getting more red than blue these days.'

- Image of giant Sans reading tiny books

- 'Sans put the book down and tapped his own face, and she got the hint, rubbing her cheek with the back of her hand.'

- ' "'Natural' father?" he queried. "What, do some humans have unnatural kids?" '

- ' Sans' eyes narrowed. "What is it with humans an' explodin' stuff by accident?" ' AH THE IRONY

- Imagining next High Priestess getting the room and seeing the bed and wondering what the heck happened to the bedpost

- 'It'd been easy to tell himself that he could always bust out of here if he needed to, or that the lady would let him send a message or even go have a quick visit before coming back here, but...' the way Sans just trying to reassure himself :<

- 'He didn't slam the doors shut behind her, but it was pretty close.'

- His whole outburst in general. He's sitting there, anxious about Kris, then his brother, and Frisk touches the nerve of how he came to be a boss monster. Damn.

- The box! What's in the box??

- ' "...you're putting a tiny bit of yourself into it. You have to make sure that it's a good bit."

"Pretty sure all my bits are bad by now," Sans remarked.'

- HE WANTS TO COME BACK AFTER HE WARNS HIS BROTHER

- 'Wait. Come back? What the hell was he thinking? Why would he choose to be locked up by any human? No matter how pretty, and gutsy, and sweet and melodic and...

Crap.' y e s

- He already thinking about bringing her with him. Like a pet. s a n s

- Gaster named himself Serif. Discreet, G, discreet

- ' "I am very pleased to see you again, Sans the skeleton." ' a g a i n

- I'm not big Gaster fan, but I do like Gaster as a character in Songfell. He gives a lot of answers but still leaves so many questions... and you still quite not sure which side he is on and his motives, which is intriguing. And after rereading this whole thing, I love Gaster.

- I love every time we see the babble of Frisk's teachings to Sans.

- The tidbit about Frisk paying extra to make sure her food aint tampered with

- Sans asking about the shirt and Frisk's matter-of-fact answer

- "He acknowledged her smartassery with a respectful nod."

- ' "Hm." He scratched the side of his head. "What am I payin' you for my food?"

Frisk laughed, shaking out the other leg. "The pleasure of your company." ' this just makes me smile :)

- Sans eating his food without her probing it because of money reasons

- Sans waiting for Frisk to bite on food before making a pun

- ' "Dunno why I keep wantin' to go t'bed, all I've done is read 'n catnap," ' me, every day

- Sans awkwardly apologizing for trying to kill her and saying he won't do it again- my heart <3

- bookmark dispute. Absolutely adorable

- '...she argued, trying to take it back. He held it over his head, roughly a mile out of reach.'

- Sans wanting to be honest with how much money he is earning

- ' He'd had a lot of second thoughts last night about bashing his way out of here, due in small part to the new outfit and the possibility of bringing food to the Underground, but mostly because she was working her brain-magic on him again, being attractive and kind and easy to talk to like the terrible, sadistic person she was...not.'

- Papyrus

- Undyne being there for Papyrus, and their friendship in this whole fanfic. So good.

- 'He wasn't worried about giving himself away: as an accomplished bullshitter, he knew he was behaving perfectly normally. '

- 'and after the usual stab of curiosity as to what she looked like outside of clothes' one word - usual

- ' "... I'm trusting you to behave." Was he imagining a weird little inflection there? No, she looked totally wonderful.' FORESHADOWING

- 'No, she looked totally wonderful. ...Normal. She looked totally normal.'

- Sans being sad he'd never see her again

Chapter 3

- Sans maybe wants to escape but also no need to destroy more than necessary and cause more trouble. Even if what's necessary is a giant hole

- Sans pitying Frisk that her apprentice escaping. Yeah Sans, too bad

- 'Maybe he'd get a music box or something in her honor.' I can't-

- Sans reflecting on how Frisk treated him like a friend and it being a reason to leave immediately

- 'Shit fuck shit shit shiiiiiiit fuckity fuck SHIT rang in his head as the satchel hit the floor.'

- Them whispering each other's names

- the scene of her punching him. SO powerful. Her wordlessly motioning down and him - a giant skeleton monster - kneeling and her just punching him with her dainty hand with all her strength and in even voice telling him how they gonna pretend his escape attempt didn't happen - just. Muah.

- Frisk being in such RAGE when she explains to him how she got back, and the BETRAYAL that still seeps into her words because she feels she wasn't good enough for him to stay and something is wrong with her. Just. AH

- ' "... I caught my lying, backstabbing apprentice trying to break his word because he was apparently too bored with me to waste time learning crucial information for the survival of his entire race! The end!" ' D: ITS NOT YOU FRISKY ITS NOT YOU-

- ' "Do you have any idea how angry I am that he was right, and I was right to listen?" ' SHE JUST WANTED TO BELIEVE IN HIM

- Frisk throwing brooch on the ground like a boss

- Sans quickly getting Frisk to the bathroom. And calling her m'lady

- Sans worrying if its gonna be too cold/drafty for Frisk now

- Frisk being too done with this shit that she accepts that Sans gonna leave, and her being offended when he doesn't

- Sans trying to steady her and her avoiding it

- Sans being insulted she gave up on stopping him just like that

- 'The boss monster wracked his brain for a witty yet conciliatory opener, but what came out was "You're not boring." ' One of my most favorite moments.

- let me be proud that i got to draw it for the video and that it is a preview for said video

- Sans being scared of exposing his feelings but feeling like he owns that to her aaaa-

- 'Sans dimly recalled that humans didn't feel as much pain when they were scared or excited, and that it could catch up to them pretty fast. It also occurred to him that it was a bad idea for a small human to hit a thick-headed skeleton with her bare hand.'

- Frisk angrily shutting him up when he inquires about her healing skills

- Sans asking Frisk to let him see her hand and her giving him a vial at first. I just like this moment

- '...it helped to think about how badly he wanted it to work, not only to help her, but to prove that he was capable of fixing things as well as destroying them.' hhhhhh saaaaaans :<

- 'Frisk smiled at him for a moment, and he couldn't not smile back.' d o r k

- Frisk being excited to meet Papyrus, and feeling like he is an 'old friend'

- ' "One thing at a time, Sans. First, we're going to bed."

"We're what now?" '

- 'he couldn't even muster a semi-joke about her joining him in bed.'

- ' "I'm not going to eat you, no matter how short-sighted and dishonorable you've been."

"You're not gonna let that go, are ya?" he mumbled.

"You have no idea. We haven't even talked about repairing the wall yet." '

- If you think I am including too much quotes in this post sue me. I love how witty the writing is, I can't help it, it's just my cup of tea

- 'The skeleton brushed himself off, reasoning that the Underground could be a weird place, but it wasn't quite random-snow-bed weird. '

- ' "WHAT IS THIS, SANS? HAVE YOU BECOME TOO LAZY TO STAY SOLID?" he accused him from the ground.

"It's a dream, bro. This happens every damn time," ' AWWW PAPPYYYY precious skeleboi

- Sans calling Papyrus a racist

- just, all Papyrus' dialogue. Every word that leaves his magnificent and attractive mouth

- They made puppets that had sleepovers, that's freaking adorable

- 'Papyrus nodded, evidently impressed by her sincerity. "I AM IMPRESSED BY YOUR SINCERITY, HUMAN." '

- Frisk offering Sans to leave and him saying what the heck lady

- Sans immediately maneuvering Frisk out of danger

- Assassin mocking Frisk's name, and the fact how despicable he comes out to be in just short time we see him, even aside being yanno, a professional killer

- The 'what's that? oh nothin' segment. I love you, Sans

- Sans' theatrics in general. Love it.

- Sans' tone deafness before he realizes that maaaybe he should comfort just attacked woman

- Frisk, despite being a very powerful badass lady, being affected by the fact that she was almost murdered. She ain't invincible and she has emotions

- 'She bit her lip, a habit Sans had noticed and been distracted by several times already.'

- Sans fixing the wall with the power of boners

- No, really - him melting when she thanks him and leans into his hand and him getting this rush of magic he isn't quite sure how to deal with for a second- ahhhhh

- ' "Welp, I need a break from life." '

- 'He wasn't ready to admit to himself how badly the whole attack had scared him, much less to her.' HHHHHHHH

- Frisk's own theatrics about assassin falling outta the window and Sans being charmed by it

- 'The skeleton shrugged, holding his hands out. "Okay, that's enough. I think I love ya. Where do I sign up to kill people for you?" '

- he told her he loves her. in a joke-y way but we all know.

- 'The priestess laughed. "I bet you say that to every girl you try to escape from." '

- Sans pointing out Frisk's 'dirt' being an odd swear

- ' "Follow me."

And, of course, he did.' Ikky why are you so good at ending chapters, even before they all turned into cliffhangers

Chapter 4

- 'Nodnodnod'

- 'Frisk folded her hands and walked as briskly away as her tight gown would allow, clearing her throat to stop Sans from waving bye-bye in the guard's face.'

- ' "I dare you to try it in these shoes, too." Frisk picked up her skirt enough to reveal her high-heeled slippers.

"Hell, no. I'm not payin' for those in my size." '

- Sans staring a tad bit too long at her legs

- Frisk reflecting on Sans' actions. The seeds of affection have been planted

- The way Frisk denies the thoughts of him liking her

- The letter basket foreshadowing

- 'She made the mistake of glancing at Sans, who opened his own mouth and did an impression of the shocked humans that nearly broke her.'

- '..she learned quickly not to look at him during the readings, because he kept making faces and forcing her to bite the insides of her cheeks.' d o r k s. I love them so much

- The deliberate lie about how long Sans was staying

- Sans pulling out his vocabulary to stick it up to humans

- Sans expecting her to sing. Hhh <3

- ' Sans stepped up beside her, trying not to walk too fast. "Atta girl," he said amiably. "That shit is boring."

The priestess bit her cheek again. "That's no way to speak of a holy ritual," she scolded him.

"Well, I'd rather get a hol-y in my head than hafta do that every day."'

- Frisk pitying that 'she is wasting her acting only on one person'

- 'Sans was loudly silent'

- ' "Fancy," remarked Sans.

"Very kind of you, sir." ' THE FACT THAT THE DUDE ANSWERED- love it

- kings in these types of stories usually written the same way, so seeing a king that is somewhat friendly and not intimidated at all by the giant monster was quite a surprise for me

- ' The exalted lady has instructed me in the rudiments of phytological science, with the ultimate goal of sustainable agricultural improvements. I like the part where it bubbles." ' s a n s. I love sans.

- Sans, unprompted, asking the king and the cardinal to reduse Frisk's church time while she teaches him

- Frisk making a pun so Sans relaxes whilst in the barrier

- 'The Cardinal looked at Sans, who didn't know why he was being looked at.'

- 'Frisk and Sans were most of the way back to her room before the skeleton said, "What the crap."

"You were wonderful, Sans. Thank you so much." The priestess smiled at him, earning another scowl and mumble.' PFFFFT that contrast- amazing

- ' "...I pay too much attention to where Church funds are going, and he likes for his minions to be able to steal freely. He doesn't seem to know that Mathilda is just as scrupulous as I am, and better at math." '

- Sans' delayed reaction on Frisk's saying she gotta get hitched to quit being High Priestess, and then his actual reaction Frisk is very confused about

- The moments of uncomfortables between Sans and Frisk, and how change of topic leaves this heavy feeling in the air

- The lessons blabber. Yes, I said it before, but listening to Frisk tutor Sans and him being engaged is very entertaining to me

- Sans purposefully sighing loud enough to spook the guard into leaving Frisk alone

- ' "Did I mention yer job sucks?" '

- Sans being tickled off even at the mention of marriage

- 'Not very deep down, he felt as irritated as he had when she'd mentioned marriage on the way here, with some bonus aggravation at wasting his feelings on something that he didn't even care about because it was none of his business and he didn't care.'

- Sans saltily advising Frisk to marry guys she can ignore or get killed off. I absolutely love his bitterness

- ' "What are pals for?"

That got him a real smile, one of the ones that made him forget thinking. ' HHHHH makes me smile too :')

- ' "'Salutations, honored lady. I humbly request blah blah the honor of blah blah blah eternal gratitude blah your hand in marriage'?!" '

- Sans' rampage of opening every proposal letter to make sure they are all proposals

- Sans' dismissal of her blabber about how long she's been getting proposals. I really love this scene, Sans is so bitter and Frisk is oblivious to the true reason and i am LIVING IT

- ' Good fer you." Sans shifted around and thumped his elbow on the table, startling her silent. "Let's get back t'savin' the world." The skeleton flipped the nearest book to a random page. "Here, this looks crucial to the survival of my entire race. It's...what the hell's an 'oral contraceptive'?" '

- 'High Priestess offered to take him for a walk, but Sans had already had his fill of non-Frisk humans for the day...' i love that implication

- '[in bathroom] He actually fell asleep for a bit, until Frisk had to bang on the door and threaten to come in and drag him out. His indifference to the idea – pointing out that skeletons didn't have any private parts – only got him in further trouble.'

- ' "Want me t'check under your bed for monsters? Or assassins, or whatever?"

Frisk paused mid-rub. "Would you?" she mumbled, cheeks pink.

It was so cute that Sans had to cover himself with a big, emphatic gesture that carried him to his feet.' yes its so cute!! And again shows that Frisk has fears

- ' "Night, kiddo." He went back to his room, shut off the light, and lay down, bemused at himself for calling her that. "If she's a kid, you're a real sicko," he mumbled out loud... '

- '..he mumbled out loud, and fell asleep wondering again what a contraceptive was.' THAT TONE CHANGE SKSHSKJWS it always catches me off guard I can't-

- 'The High Priestess' rooms were luxurious enough to have adequate space for him, but as weirdly satisfying as it was to play with plants and cauldrons, and as much as he enjoyed the view across the table, he had to admit it was good to stretch his legbones.'

- ' "You almost gave me and this poor man a heart attack-" '

- Sans asking if humans need to screw that much

- Sans asking if humans need to screw that much out of nowhere and Frisk's reaction to it

- Sans' reaction to her reaction

- their following conversation about reproduction

- ' "Heyyy, din-din," he said brightly, rushing to open it and scaring the life out of the poor woman pushing the trolley.'

- ' "...when they parted for the night, he had to admit that it was kind of funny—each of them obviously wanted to ask the other more stuff, but wasn't going to be the one to bring it back up. Maybe tomorrow, he told himself, not believing a word of it.'

- Sans' dream

Chapter 5

- First chapter I had to wait for because when I initially read Songfell it was only 4 chapters in and it HOOKED me so hard you don't even know. Before I actually got to talk to Ikky and roughly know when chapters gonna come out I'd refresh the fanfic page sooo often in hopes of update on this fanfic specifically. Yeah you can say it didn't take long for it to become one of my most favorite fanfics

- 'What he could not handle was having a really wonderful dream like that, only to wake up wifeless, childless, and absolutely certain he'd remain that way for the rest of his unnatural life.'

- Sans feeling taunted when seeing Frisk read one of the proposal letters

- ' "Good...morning," she said. "Are you all right?"

"F'fn m'rg," he muttered.

"I see." '

- Dr. Serif opening door from outside with his magic

- Sans being absolutely antagonistic towards him

- Gaster's persuading word for Sans being 'boo'

- 'He was still reeling from what he'd seen, and only vaguely aware that he had to say something leaving-related.'

- Sans being so shocked he ignored Frisk's pun and SHE WAS SO DISCOURAGED, MY HEAAART- its like he left her high-five hanging, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

- Gaster being overly excited to meet Sans in his monster form and finally getting to question him and unleash his own knowledge in return

- Sans being weirded out by Gaster using Frisk's name

- Sans being absolutely enchanted by Frisk's singing without even realising its her

- Sans not noticing he started CRYING

- The way Gaster hands him a handkerchief

- 'Technically, she knew she should keep her veil on, but the prospect made her want to eat the damn thing.'

- Frisk thinking that Sans is rubbing off on her already

- Gaster pointing out to Frisk that Sans have missed her

- Gaster's multiple comments across the fic where he brings one up to other in the romantic light. Whether he wants to mess with them or wants them to end up together i find it infinitely amusing

- As I mentioned before, Gaster is a weirdo with questionable motives, but the moments of him being weirdly 'pretend social tone-deafness' are all golden

- Gaster being all HINT HINT at the fact that it was Frisk's singing, and Sans' realization

- 'His obvious disbelief made her want to dunk her head in the water pitcher, and perhaps also throw it at him.'

- 'The skeleton grumble-shrugged.'

- Gaster being flabbergastered after hearing Sans didn't mind Frisk's barrier

- i love the fact that sans isn't perfect. Like, we know it by design, he is quite an ass, but sometimes he is such an idiot. Not in an infuriating way, its always justifiable and makes sense story and character-wise. You watch it unfold before your eyes and want to stop it so badly and shout at the screen 'no, Sans, stop, you dumbass!'.

- ' And that was how Frisk learned an interesting fact about skeletons: they didn't have ears, but when faced with a completely unexpected and shrill sound – not just being shouted at – they still instinctively tried to cover the sides of their head, and at least one of them also yelled, "What the fuckin' crap was that for?!" '

- Their argument. I love every bit of it.

- 'Frisk stood in the middle of the table, her pulse racing, not sure whether to cry or step down and then cry.'

- 'Damn him. The bedroom was an upset woman's native habitat, and he had stolen it. There was the couch, but it wasn't the same.'

- Frisk's musings after their fight

- The fact for how long Frisk is oblivious to Sans' feelings towards her and the things he does/wants to subject him in relation to her proposals/suitors. Her blindness combined with determination to ignore all the signs she did notice is immense

- '...he'd probably thought he was complimenting her in some backhanded, childish fashion, but leave it to Sans to turn being "perfect" into an insult.'

- '...he'd have company in the evenings, not to mention nights and mornings in bed, which there was no shame in looking forward to!' and there isn't!

- Frisk getting so upset she even considers sending him away because she thought they were friends and trusted him and into him but he went and hurt her like that with his words and i just hhhhhhhh-

- Sans still being angry when he hears her whistle but instantly hurrying to her in worry when he sees how distressed she is-

- The way Sans apologizes to her. HHHHHHH he tells her he wishes she liked to sing aaaaaa

- the fact that that's what breaks Frisk into crying

- 'Sans scratched the back of his skull, glancing at the windows – still too small to jump out-' SANS PLEASE-

- ' "...I was on the way to becomin' my bee-yootiful new self." ' the way he said this

- ' "If I was a lady boss monster, I could handle someone else's magic and make a little Sans, no problem, but no." ' make a little Sans-

- their conversation after Sans' boss monster story

- Frisk building a pillow fort to sleep in

- 'When she sniffled again – in a residual kind of way – Sans remembered the handkerchief, and wished he hadn't used so much of it. It was her fault, having that kind of voice out of nowhere.' just, awww <3

Chapter 6

- Sans and Frisk's chess dispute. D o r k s <3

- ' "...Do you have any questions?"

Sans opened his box and scowled at the short, neatly coiled chain therein. "Why's it smaller than yours?"

"I meant any good questions. If not, then do as I say." ' sans comparing chains

- Sans' 'quiet' reaction to his chain

- Frisk missing their 'slumber parties'

- Frisk wondering if Luke likes puns and what she wonders next

- Frisk wondering about skeleton's kissing and reproduction capabilities despite herself >:3

- Back when I read this the first time I was surprised and warned about future d-ck jokes and I love them and the tone this fanfic has haha

- Sans being endeared how gentle Sans' touch is

- Sans helping her to put her earring on without second thoughts

- Frisk's 'ow' sounds in the middle of her speech

- ' "... I should've washed it last night, but I had too many letters to send out." Something in Sans' expression made her add, "I haven't even touched any of the proposals." ' y e s s s

- 'Frisk hadn't expected any compliments, as such, and she wasn't very dressed up, but was tired enough to still be annoyed.' awww she wants a compliment-

- 'Frisk said, knowing he'd take the hint to get out his tongue, and trying in vain to avoid more tongue-related thoughts.'

- 'Lord Owen watched her, and Sans watched him a little, but mostly watched Frisk, who whistled at the parrot until she was out of breath.'

- Frisk playing with the bird

- ' "... Go get yer stuff on, but keep the door open so I can tell ya what's goin' on."

This was not the most polite suggestion she'd ever heard, but time was indeed wearing on, and curiosity was already outweighing her sense of dread, so she listened through the cracked door as she undressed.'

- The noise Sans makes when he sees her ceremonial dress and his reaction

- 'Sans had lived through a lot of crap, including a bone-shredding magical catastrophe, multiple fights for his life and those of others, and enough emotional turmoil to kill most people, human or monster. But somehow, he couldn't think of anything worse than having tea-time with that smug, perfect piece of shit with his smug, perfect hair and perfect courtesy and perfect lots of money and modesty and kindness and nice family she liked who also liked her and cutesy pets that made Frisk laugh and he kept touching her for no damn reason.'

- 'One woman admired how Her Eminence had tamed that horrible skeleton monster, but wondered about the propriety of a pretty young woman keeping a male of any kind in her living quarters, and her husband murmured that it didn't count if the monster wasn't capable of male-specific activities. His wife shushed him, but in a laughing way, and Sans looked around in vain for something he'd be allowed to kill.' i love people's continual dismissal of Sans because he is a skeleton with presumably no male parts

- Sans pondering about whisking Frisk away into the Underground

- Sans being disappointed he missed Frisk's song

- Sans complaining about his body

- ' "-it feels like the air is attackin' me-" '

- 'Sans could have killed himself. He'd done it again, talking about how she could have died as though it was no big deal.'

- THE HUG!!!

- everything about the hug

- Sans being confused about the weird new personal sensation

- Ikky's comment

- Chain of Ikky's comments

Chapter 7

- Sans trolling captain of the guard

- ' "Didn't think I'd get t'walk ya down the aisle today."

"You do know that a girl's father does that for her, not the groom?" she murmured back, and Sans looked so chagrined that she snrrked again. ' she knows he wants to be the groom, she knows~

- children flocking Sans

- them being comfy with each other when they get home

- Frisk being happy that Sans would definitely come back after sent underground

- Frisk may be good with words but she makes wrong choices sometimes too. Like comparing monsters to Luke's birds-

- Sans being menacing

- Sans pulling flower out of her hair and turning it into ash- i love this air of real danger

- Frisk thinking back to their hug aaaaa-

- Frisk saying she doesn't want to see Lord Owen again and Sans being too late faking his disinterest-

- Frisk pinpointing things that bother her in him. Yes, girl, just because he is perfect on paper doesn't mean he has to be perfect for you!!

- Sans asking her to come Underground with him. AND THE WAY HE PHRASES IT, MY HEART-

- Frisk crying after overflow of emotions

- Them being at the door at the same time and Sans almost knocking on her face

- Sans trying to make excuses about inviting her to 'slumber party' again and het flat out saying she missed him a a a a a a a a a a -

- 'Sans turned an interesting shade, and muttered a general denial of missing anybody, which she ignored.'

- Sans' continual want to 'grab' her even when he doesn't realize what he wants by that yet

- Sans calming himself down by thinking he can just kill whatever prick wants to marry Frisk

Chapter 8

- The fact that this chapter came out TWO DAYS after previous one. I know its small but back when I was first reading it it was like an early Christmas present

- drunk dude asking Frisk where's her ring after she said she is waiting for her husband

- Sans not being able to hide his emotions much on his human face

- 'It would have been funny if she hadn't felt so guilty.'

- Sans subjecting himself to this human experience in the first place so he and Frisk can hang out on the festival more safely <3

- the callback of sans going from complaining about germs on a fork to him wanting to finish her drink

- The alley scene kdbahskdbs poor Frisk

- Pet names

- ' "I'm...I'm fine." It was as lying a lie as he'd ever heard, but Frisk did look better.'

- ' "...Can I please have a caramel apple?"

Sans would have given her the entire display case – the entire store – if she wanted.' awww <3

- Them wandering around the festivals is just... cute, so so cute, i love it

- 'She did seem better, so he allowed her to walk, ignoring the little whine in his SOUL that wanted her closer.' hhhhhhhng

- 'The otherworldly voice was very matter-of-fact. "More detail, more money." There was an impressive pause. "Tra la la," it added helpfully.'

- Fortune teller low-key trolling Frisk

- The future-telling scene is so powerful. And despite us knowing Frisk's entire future now, story is still interesting! You wanna see how it'll play out and be there! That's just a sign of a wonderful story

- Sans' absolute overreaction and ferryman's 'im so done' reaction to his antics

Chapter 9

- 'Sans and Frisk did not have a slumber party that night.' such a powerful opening to the chapter

- 'She'd put it aside until she could talk to Sans without wanting to pull his arm off and slap him with it.'

- We know what's in the box! But have to think what's in the orb in the box now!!

- Frisk's reflection on her possible future and what she thinks about both choices, totally understandable

- Frisk's reaction to drunk and naked Sans

- ' "How d'ya say this? It's human. How do you human. Please." ' wheeze yes, Frisk, please

- Frisk mouthing 'help' to Dr. Serif

- ' "Sans," said the doctor, "where are your clothes?"

The skeleton blinked at him, sockets still wide orange. "Off," he said, as though the sorcerer was being stupid.'

- Sans' lack of filter whilst drunk

- ' "I saw the kid once, and I could tell it hates my guts." The boss monster took a moment to indicate that he didn't have guts, ha ha, but Gaster was unamused.'

- Sans getting distracted by thinking about smell of Frisk's hair

- Gaster apologizing about causing Sans' flashback

- Sans having a favorite song and wanting to ask Frisk to sing it and pondering if Gaster knew if its his favorite-

- The backstory of Sans. I'm not big fan of 'this character came from another world' idea, but when it's done right its so so good!

- Gaster talking how pain can manifest into an actual sleep paralysis demon and Sans thinking he is talking about him

- Gaster quiz of 'which AU Sans are you?'

- Gaster's insistent asking about Underlust in particular

- Sans' reactions to Gaster's weird kinky questions and the fact that he has enough when Gaster hits the nerve

- Sans being smug about how Frisk gonna go with him to the Underground

- The fact that Frisk opened her makeshift safe and showed the box right after Gaster was musing how it's the only missing puzzle piece-

- Frisk's 'don't even think about it'. She is so done. I love her.

- Gaster's realization that it's memories

- 'Why would you need to carve something like that out of someone's head, and how would getting it back make the difference between a future of "stupid perfect husband she didn't even like" and "monsters going free" plus "having sex sometime soon"?' one of my most favorite lines ever. I live it. I love you Ikky

- Sans being creeped out by Gaster despite his size or power

- 'But before Sans could even start feeling things about that, much less sort through them, the doctor half-smiled. "None of them, however, involved a boss monster." He stood, and walked to the door. "I'm sorry." He slipped out, leaving Sans to stare up at the wallpaper ceiling.' HHHHHH SO GOOD - SANS' HOPE AND INNER TURMOIL AND GASTER BEING SORRY HE DOESN'T KNOW THE ANSWER AAAAAAAAA

Chapter 10

- 'Sans didn't like the idea – in fact, he completely hated it – but he was in the mood to think before he spoke, and the more he did, the more it made sense.'

- Sans melting when Frisk says 'please' to him

- Frisk lashing out at Sans and leaving him speechless

- Sans irritatingly wondering how much magic Gaster got from him

- Frisk going a tad bit overboard with her harshness on Sans and his reaction hhhhh

- Frisk being disappointed she doesn't have a good reason to reject Luke

- Frisk having to stop herself from dumping all proposals into the fire in her bitterness

- Frisk missing Sans. All of it. Her thinking of more puns and forgetting he is gone for a second and, just.... my heart

- Frisk not being apposed to Sans cuddling her in bed. And if he does more than cuddling.

- 'Frisk actually had to remind herself that Sans was a skeleton, only for her self to remind her that there were approximately two hundred creative ways around that particular deficit.'

- 'This was ridiculous. It had only been a few hours, and she was still furious with him, but she missed Sans so much that she could barely function.' I adore this line my shipping heart melts every time

- Guards eavesdropping on Frisk and Owen

- Frisk's nothingness at hugging Luke. Heheheeee

- 'At least she had eliminated any remaining doubt: Luke could offer her pleasant company, and that was all. Not warmth, or real companionship, or gentleness, laughter, intellectual stimulation, literal attraction...' I love how she goes on because we know who she is thinking about >:3

- Frisk thinking back on the girl talk in the St Brigits

- ' It was probably also why everyone had to undergo a comprehensive sexual education course when they turned fourteen, and of course, the girls who could tell penis jokes for literal hours on end felt quite differently about the matter when an eighty-year-old priestess was passing out textbooks with full-color drawings and scientific labels.'

- Frisk going at it a lot when she got privacy. Go girl 👌'she wouldn't have been given those parts if she wasn't meant to use them.'

- Frisk thinking about taking her teleportation barrier in case Sans comes back >:3

- 'fecking knock'

- You can feel how tired Frisk is in this chapter :<

- Frisk being tempted into teleporting to Sans

- Frisk's brief fear that Sans won't come back

- Frisk's hope she can dream for Sans. LISTEN I LOVE HOW IT'S ONLY BEEN A DAY AND SHE IS MISSING HIM

- The dream, heehee

- 'Frisk was not afraid. She was done. She got out of bed with an ache in her groin and murderous resolve in her heart, moving silently through the bedroom and the dark workroom.'

- Gaster being confused about Frisk's truth spell

- Gaster slow-clapping

- Gaster succumbing to his curiousity

- Frisk complaining Gaster woke her up from a very good dream ;3

- ' "As is so often the case, every attempt I make only compounds the problem, and yet I cannot seem to stop." ' relatable

- ' "I made another well-intentioned mistake."

- Frisk and Gaster's conversation

- Frisk blushing when Gaster tells her she decreases Sans' LOVE

- GASTER BEING SO DONE WITH FRISK'S DENIAL AND OUTRIGHT SAYING SANS IS IN LOVE WITH HER AAAAAAAAAAA

- 'Frisk had specifically been taught not to do what she did next'

- Frisk snapping at him after his spiel

- 'As she approached, Frisk heard a familiar chuckle, but not in a familiar way. This was not a skeleton pleased with his own stupid puns or laughing at her rage when he beat her at chess five times in a row. This was someone standing amidst a pile of broken human corpses, surveying his handiwork and enjoying it.' hell yes, that's blood freezing

- Frisk being afraid for a second that in reality Sans isn't the skeleton she came to know and a killer instead, bit quickly realising he is both

- Frisk reaching out to him with her hands and him reaching back only to realize his hands are covered in blood a a a a a a

- ' "Ya don't wanna see this!"

"No, I don't. But I wanted to see you," she said.' MY HEART-

- 'Frisk smiled. "Thank you. That means a lot to me."

Sans made his usual noises, which just made her smile wider.' Sans noises- so cute-

- 'The skeleton's eyes were fully alight. "Yer kiddin'. Ya haven't even done anythin'!"

There was the tiniest pause, and lest he add "...Right?" and force her to kill him, Frisk said, "Right." ' pfffft

- SANS SINCERELY TRYING TO SUPPORT HER HHHHH

- I love this whole conversation. After they were on edge and snapped at each other and got separated they meet up and just calmly talk and its so good-

- Frisk's absolute determination to hug Sans

- the hug. THE HUG. THE HUG!!!!

- Sans asking Frisk what she uses to smell so good

- '"Whaddya do with yer hair?" he muttered.

It was...not what she'd expected him to say. "Can you elaborate, please?" she muttered back.'

- Frisk spotting blood while she is hugging Sans but not even thinking of letting him go aaaaaaaaaaaa-

- Frisk feeling secure and Sans playing with her hair and ahdbbdjsjsbnd i love it all

- 'Sans had the oddest look on his face. It reminded her of when she'd cleaned the fork for him at their first face-to-face meeting in the bedroom.'

- Sans not letting her go until she ducked out of his hands hhhhhhh

- 'This time, after only five or so minutes, the doors banged open, and one guard dropped his halberd.'

- Gaster's theatrics

- Guards gossiping

Chapter 11

- This chapter is just a rollercoaster of emotions

- Asriel being friggin adorable

- 'He [Sans] tried to stand up, but the floor wouldn't stay still: it dumped him right off his feet. "Fu' you, too," he told it.'

- Sans trying to close the door and Gaster losing his patience

- Gaster always being salty at Sans' foul mouth

- ' "I would call you names, but as I did not figure it out, either, I will call you only one: idiot." ' Gaster really grew on me while I was rereading pffft

- Sans' drunk experiments. I mean, it was one way to find out...

- 'As for what had been working, damn. He still loathed humans, but this explained a lot'

- First thing Sans asking Gaster after he said Frisk opened the box is about Frisk's well being aaaaa-

- Sans trying to think how he can stay closer to Frisk in her 'future', hhhh my booooy

- Sans, despite being a killer, getting uncomfortable about Gaster's questions about killing out of enjoyment

- ' "What am I s'posed t'do?! Sit down everyone I see carryin' a buncha chains an' explain that it hurts our feelin's when they're mean to us?" '

- ' "If I have to put literally everything in a Frisk-centric context to get through to you, I will," he [Gaster] said testily.' PFFFFT-

- HIM THINKING BACK ABOUT THEIR SHARED DREAM HHHHH he needs those hugs so badly

- '...Damn. What if he enjoyed killing stuff so much because it was the only thing he was good for anymore? If he could somehow stop, what would he have left?' SAAAANS QOQ

- And just like that this emotional moment comes down to 'And why was he getting aroused again?!' Thaaaat's Songfell

- 'Was it her fault that his deep-down, germ-sized hope of somehow fitting into her second fortune had been crushed like it deserved?' HE HOPED-

- 'Stupid Gaster. If he hadn't given Sans that stupid chain, the idea of fathering her kid would never have been so cruelly plausible.... In the same vein, the chain hadn't given him brand-new powers of smell or touch or boners, just shown him how he could've done it at any time' have i told you i love you Ikky and your jokes are absolutely hilarious

- Sans still pondering about details of smex

- Sans being determined to Be Frisk's friend, hhhhhhh

- ' ".. I don't know about you, but I'm freezing my ass off." ' (c) Gaster

I can't-

- 'That did it. No matter how crappy and torn-up he felt, Sans vowed he wasn't going to do anything to make her life harder. He wouldn't kill that Owen guy; he could help deliver stuff, make sure no one tried to murder her before the wedding...' HE CARES ABOUT HER SO MUCH I JUST HHHHHH-

- Sans wishing he'd never stayed in the cell before berating himself for these thoughts

- Sans' reaction to new bookmarks and her handwriting

- alfalfalfafalfa

- This wait for Sans and Frisk to meet again. Back when I was reading it the first time I wanted them to meet so so haaaard it was tearing me apart inside

- 'Sans shrugged, put a bookmark in like God intended, and set it aside.' I'm not sure of Sans believes in God but he does hold strong belief in bookmarks

- Sans' haste to get back from the meeting because of how badly he wants to see Frisk

- 'He still hated the idea, but there was no reason it couldn't work, maybe, eventually...in the other future where she'd opened the box.' THIS TOYING WITH OUR HEARTS-

- Sans fixing the table dent <3

- 'It occurred to him for the first time that she probably didn't have clothes on, and he immediately decided to think about something else. Oh, look, there was the folder Gaster had been reading the whole afternoon.'

- The bathroom scene. All of it. The song, Sans getting in there and just kneeling and nuzzling her like a cat and just relishing the feeling of her and that his only intention was to be near her hhhhhh-

- The fact that Frisk purposefully LURED him in-

- The fact that the song is MLP song-

- 'Sans remained sitting on the side of bed by the opposite wall, staring at the cold fireplace, awaiting his doom.'

- Sans being disappointed he hasn't gotten a better look at her

- Sans reflecting on the fact that it's weird for a lonely woman to lure in a male into the bathroom

- 'Still, here she was. And it turned out that his tiny, squishy, beaten-up hope, the idea that he could somehow cram himself into a bigger role in her life than "pet project," wasn't as dead as he'd thought. It was resurging, and so was the now-familiar urge to grab her, except this time, he knew exactly what he was supposed to do with it. He knew that she'd missed him and had just admitted to enticing him in while she was naked, and—' i love this entire paragraph. Y e s. Especially last sentence it's hilarious-

- Him forgetting everything and almost reaching out for her only to stop hHhHhHh

- ' "...You really scared me when you didn't come home yesterday."

Come home? Was she trying to fucking kill him?' Home <3

- 'Why were they talking about this depressing shit instead of hugging some more? ...Probably because he couldn't trust himself right now to stop at hugging.' I love Sans

- Sans stopping for a second to admire the colour of her eyes

- Sans siphoning negative energy so his brother and other monsters wouldn't get affected by it hhh my boy-

- Frisk saying she'll come back with him SHE'LL COME BACK WITH HIM-

- The fact she says it after seeing Sans at his worst and hearing what he told her in that conversation

- Sans saying he shouldn't go because he wants to protect her from Asgore aaaa-

- ' He sat down and poked at his food. It didn't look that great anymore, but he might as well be miserable, not miserable and hungry.'

- Kris wondering if he should bow to monster royals awwww

- Sans saltily asking about what's the rush with the wedding prep

- Frisk just putting Sans to sleep when he wouldn't stop with the questions

- 'There was no more hugging, or talking about feelings, or any of the things he'd grown to expect.'

- 'He couldn't force her to act happier now that her decision was made, but it sucked that he'd advised her to pick something and stop being miserable, and she'd picked something, and now they were both miserable.'

- Sans being sad and salty that his quiet days with Frisk are no more

- Sans' realisation of reproduction process

- 'As himself, the process took a lot of concentration, and he got weirded out if he looked down at it too long, but—'

- 'He was a monster, and monsters weren't designed to waste their time or magic playing with themselves.'

- ' He couldn't stop thinking about holding her again, and he didn't think it was that disingenuous to want to point out to her how much better she'd feel if she'd opened up to him again. And then sex.' s A N S

- "By all means, you can have him [Kris]. I know you both love surprises." THE FORESHADOWING-

- 'Watching her scribble her way through the pre-written letters and the documents necessary for the deposits on each monster, Sans had to reflect on the amount of time and forethought all of this had required, and congratulated himself on not going off on her for being so little fun the past few days. Granted, it was a pretty low bar, but he'd stumbled all the way over it! Even if she was going to marry some other schlub, he, Sans the skeleton, had been a helper, and he hadn't had to kill a single person to do it!' ...... sans

- Sans thinking about Owen and the 'wedding' like an asshat and wishing he'll choke on his way back pffft

- 'He'd had trouble focusing around her before, and now Sans found himself crunching his femurs together to help remind him that no.'

- Sans getting entertained while he calculates the food he wants to bring and the prices

- New clothes! And slippers, too!

- 'Aaargh, she smelled great and she was being ludicrously generous—oh, good, she was going into the office now to let him try the new stuff on. '

- 'The black-and-red ensemble was warm and comfortable, it had great pockets, it looked cool, and he was never taking it off.' y e s

- 'It was stupid and dumb of him to be so pleased that they matched, but, they matched.' THEY MATCH THEY MATCH-

- 'Frisk took a dainty spoonful of soup and, under the table, kicked Sans in the tibia.'

- 'From the King's stiffened back and tightened mouth, Sans guessed that it was one of those polite little conversational bitch-slaps humans were so good at.'

- Gaius is cute

- ' "Oh, nothin'. I'm just tryin' ta figure out what's wrong with my ears. It sure sounded ta me like you told His Majesty that ya don't care if my Majesty wants to rip your heart out 'n eat it." '

- Frisk's determination to go Underground and how she just sprinkled that to Sans

- SHEEE OPEEENED THE BOX SHE OOOPENED THE BOX

- Sans' reaction to her saying that

- Sans piecing together that Frisk has been buying gifts for everyone

- 'Frisk shut her eyes. She opened them. "We don't give Papyrus enough credit," she commented. "He figured it out before I did, and you still don't—" ' YES CREDIT TO PAPYRUS!!!

- Frisk being Kris, and this revelation not being hella obvious from the start

- the 'stripes'

- the whole sequence, man. The arguing, the flashback, the realisation and Sans' reflection on it, and the comfort, just- its all so good

- ' "NYEH HEH! WELL DONE, BROTHER! (PSST! HUMAN! LET'S HIT HIM WITH THE SPECIAL ATTACK NEXT!)" '

- ' "ACK! YOU ARE WET, HUMAN! SANS! PLEASE ASSIST KRIS BEFORE HE MELTS!"

"I'm gonna melt?!" ' dorks, i love them

- Kris' unnerving reaction to stripes and Sans hugging the poor kid :<

- ' "c'mon, kiddo. let's go tell pap your skin melted."

"Okay!" Back on familiar ground, Kris hopped up and down. "Can we tell Toriel my skin melted?"

"haaa ha ha ha no." '

- 'And Sans had never, ever told anyone about the "stripes." ' word stripes is so unnerving in this context, too...

- ' "So...Kris, huh?"

"That's me." ' THIS EXCHANGE- AAAAAAAAAA

- 'Her head drooped, leaving a long curve of neck and shoulder that the stupider parts of him couldn't stop staring at.'

- Sans' protective instinct kicking in and him realizing the one of the fortune aspects

- Frisk begging Sans to go home

- Sans sweeping Frisk into his overcoat

- Sans calling her 'kitten'

- 'This wasn't fair! He already loved her so much, and now this? What was he supposed to do?'

- ' The bones of his face itched where the red kept trickling down, but the sky could have started falling, and he wouldn't have moved before she was ready.' HHHHHHHHH

- i got the most hilarious answer to my comment I've ever seen. I remember laughing out loud on that one

Chapter 12

- Asgore calling Kris his new hat

- Asgore being cute

- Frisk feeling safe under Sans' coat <3

- Frisk playing with the fur for a moment. Such a cute detail

- ' “The lady and I became more intimately acquainted in your absence,” said Gaster.

“Doctor,” Frisk called warningly. ' w h e e z e

- Sans' reaction to learning Gaster broke in while he was away

- how many times Gaster slaps Sans

- Frisk's smart political decisions of getting good buzz around the town while she is Underground

- ' “And my ‘innumerable’ family. I hope the monsters will fit that description.”

“Damn straight,” commented Sans, which made her flush again. ' thisss makes me smile

- ' Gaster nodded, and she was almost certain that he waited for her to take a sip of milk before he asked, “Have you selected a father for your child?” ' Gaster is the biggest troll in this story and i both hate and love it

- ' “I am acting purely to further Her Eminence’s goal of peace between the human and monster races,” Gaster lied with his stupid lying face.'

- Sans telling Gaster about conclusions he came while thinking about himself and Frisk together

- Gaster quickly getting outta dodge

- Sans calling Frisk 'kitten'

- Frisk's reaction to seeing he broke the table is asking him if he was alright-

- Sans hugging her so he can fix the table and he does and hhhhh-

- Her laying against him and him playing with her hair <3

- 'Oh, well. At least they matched again.' THEY! ARE! MATCHING!

- 'To his disgruntlement, Sans was conscripted to make toys fly around – though he drew the line at the actual children begging to be flung across the room – while Frisk distributed the pastries they’d brought and the boss monster contemplated his life choices. '

- 'He contented himself with the fact that Frisk seemed pretty happy, though he wasn’t a big fan of how many kids were coughing on her.'

- more slumber parties!

- 'Two of the past three mornings, he’d woken up with her curled up in her blanket against his side, and his SOUL had damn near melted.' hhhhhhhhhhHHH-

- 'Her sudden proximity could have been a problem, but on close self-examination, Sans found he’d rather punch himself in the spectral junk than take advantage of her emotional vulnerability.'

- Sans being ashamed he doesn't have much patience with humans

- 'what a nice skeleton' moment

- 'As usual, every time he started to recover, she snrrked and got him going again. When the priestess had almost caught her breath, Sans retaliated with “What a nice skeleton” in his best old-lady voice and nearly killed her.' DORKS!!!! I love them

- The confident way Frisk speaks to the King

- 'Frisk had long since made up her mind how to “prepare” her apprentice, but she had no intention to discuss it with the King yet.' Heeehehe~

- 'She might be planning to reject him [Owen] in the most overt way possible and embarrass him in front of the entire kingdom, but that was no reason to be impolite, was it?'

- Sans taking care of sick Frisk

- ' "Tori would love to have some more,” Sans remarked. “Meat, eggs, and somethin’ ta fuss over.” ' cute

- 'Sans chuckled. That rumbling sound had always raised the hairs on the back of her neck, but lately, it did it in a good way. '

- FRISK BEING NERVOUS ABOUT MEETING MONSTERS AGAIN, HONEY PLEASE QwQ

- Frisk liking his nickname for her

- Dream 2: the Sequel

- 'She could remember standing by his house in Snowdin as a child, holding his hand and smiling up at him, sensing how unhappy he was behind his lackadaisical exterior and how hard he was working to hide it. He hadn’t deserved to feel that way back then, and he didn’t need a demon to help him torment himself now!' D: saaaaans

- Sans' trying to shake her off but Frisk determined to hug him till he hugs back hhhh <3

- Emotional moment, and next second Frisk thinking about how she gonna get shaked up in couple of months. Thaaaaat's Songfell

- 'Strange: they’d spent enough time together to be used to platonic physical contact, but it felt so intimate for him to let her touch him between the bones of his hands that she didn’t know what to do with herself.'

- Them washing tears off together, and Sans smearing more right after they're done

-' “I wasn’t—” There was a slightly stupid pause as he tried to formulate a denial of having been upset. She just looked at him, and he switched tactics, protesting-'

- 'The young woman sighed and rubbed her eyes, unaware that Sans had looked up, or that his entire world had instantly become fixated on the front of her robe.'

- Sans being set off. He feels so dangerous again! Kinda hot and dangerous

- Frisk LICKING LIPS IN THAT MOMENT, GIIIRL YOU-

- 'And a small part of her, an urge that steadily grew as his breath washed over her and his fingers brushed her cheek, actually wondered what would happen if she didn’t stop him. Hadn’t she wanted this for a long time, no matter how much she enjoyed his friendship?' 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

- The way Frisk distracts him and calms him down. ' “Come on,” she said, trying to sound old. “Be a nice skeleton.” ' JSVJAAVJA-

- Sans' ashamed reaction to his outburst

- Frisk finally reflecting on how stupid of a denial she was in. all of it.

- Frisk thinking of all the times she led him on and how much she must've put him through

- 'Even worse was the realization that she hadn’t really believed it, and yet was operating on the half-conscious assumption that he was hers if she wanted him—stupid and presumptuous, not a good combination.' 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

- ' “We’re going to bring those monsters back to the Underground ourselves, and I will stay for ten days as their first official human visitor in thirteen years, and if my father doesn’t like it, I will cordially invite him to go fuck himself. He’s certainly had enough practice.” '

- Frisk's rage after the letter

- How determined Frisk is to finally talk to Sans about feelings™

- The talk about the dream

- 'If she wanted to talk about this—' and what proceeds, I love how bitter and salty Sans is, poor boy

- Sans realising they are not ready 'yet'

- 'The last of Sans’ resistance crumbled as he placed his massive hand on hers, trapping it against his cheek. She’d won. If she wanted him to think he was great and not a giant, psychotic, poisonous piece of shit, he’d do it. If she wanted to wait till they were Underground and then let him have her, he wasn’t going to argue anymore. If she wanted him to tear his own head off and eat it…' y e s, everything about this

- The chain in the comments we made

Chapter 13

- Frisk's change of plans

- 'As her personal guard, and her…whatever the hell they were now-'

- Sans insisting Frisk ride the wagon with warm monsters to stay warm

- Monsters getting excited and relieved when they saw Sans, awww

- Sans forcing Frisk onto bed. To sleep

- 'The boss monster emitted a loud, sustained fake snore, cut short by her pillow landing on his face.'

- Sans scaring horses

- ' “I am trusting you, Frisk, to bring back favorable news, and prove that this mission is any better than a child’s tantrum over not getting her way.”

“I wonder that Your Majesty has ever spent enough time with a child to see one,” ' OOOOOO THE BUUUUURN

- ' “I know you’ve got a lotta different tricks.” Snort. “Any chance ya have somethin’ that’ll pull the wagons for us?”

“Yes. You.” '

- 'Sans didn’t have time to admire how the cold air had turned her cheeks red, or be really irritated at how the men had all gawked at her without her veil, but he did it anyway...'

- Sans being salty about being a horse and making neigh sound

- Sans worried more about Frisk wasting her energy on a barrier than being in a barrier aaaaa-

- 'Sans bundled her under his coat and sat down against the wheel, folding her into the crook of his arm while he summoned up heat and softness, everything a skeleton usually couldn’t offer.' AWWWWWW

- Nonconcencual (half-concencual?) magic transfer

- ' “You know who her dad is, right?”

The pale-haired stranger blinked again. “Duke Whatshisface?” '

- 'According to everything Sans had seen, only the Cardinal or the King could go over her head; therefore, while Duke Whatshisass was in charge of doling the monsters out to new owners...' pfffft

- 'In a weird way, this was the push he needed to be a little less miserable about not deserving her and a bit more smug that she’d picked him over the zillion guys desperate to snag an illegitimate princess. At this point, she transcended the concept of anyone deserving her. He still thought he sucked, but so what? If he hadn’t imagined what she’d said the other night, then…' pffft yes be smug be proud

- Sans running away from the camp once he gets attacked

- Frisk freaking pouring water at Undyne pffffff-

- Undyne. She's a delight

- Monster's reaction to Undyne! Yesss!

- ' He was pulling one wagon, and Undyne was pulling the other one alongside him; all it’d taken to get her going was a hint that she couldn’t do it.'

- Frisk and Undyne chatting

- Undyne calling Frisk Sans' 'sugar mama'

- Sans being thankful Frisk and Undyne dont hate each other for no reason but then being salty they hate on him instead pffft

- Sans sounding proud when saying how he tried to kill Frisk and nothing worked

- Both Sans and Frisk being confused when Undyne asks about Sans going back with Frisk because they both don't even question it aaaa-

- Frisk's excitment about being back Underground

- 'Sure, Papyrus kept nattering about how Sans and a mysterious human had told him they were going to come back to the Underground soon and everything would be all right, but…Papyrus.' PAPYRUS IS THE BEST OK-

- Monsters welcoming Kris back

- Papyrus and Sans meeting again

- Papyrus stress-cleaning :< poor Pap

- rock-candy shards instead of sprinkles

- Frisk asking Undyne about magic transaction and Undyne waggling her brows at her

- 'Frisk had the sudden, idiotic, schoolgirl-ish urge to giggle—did the good magic come out of the top half of his body, while the evil stuff came out of the other thing?' pffft Frisk is a dork

- Everyone almost panicking at Frisk being High Priestess and Toriel comes and welcomes ger back and AaAaAaAa- i wanna cry

- 'And with as much grace and ceremony as if the old house was a marble palace, the boss monster went inside...'

Chapter 14

- 'She [Alphys] allowed him to pluck the cobalt sphere from her grasp and skittered away with a speed that hurt his feelings a little.' Awww Sans-

- '...what would happen if he found out Sans had fallen for her [Frisk] like a ton of bricks?' y e s

- Sans mentioning Toriel to distract Asgore

- '... the King set the cup and saucer down so hard that it sloshed all over the table. Sans had never seen him spill his tea before.' nice detail

- ' “What else have you s-seen her do that m-most humans can’t?”

“Be a good person" '

- 'Sans nodded as calmly as he could, clamping his jaws shut as the truth spell urged him to say something about wanting to give her a lot more magic on purpose.' PFFFFT-

- Alphys immediately realising Sans is in love with Frisk

- 'When he failed to immediately deny it, the scientist’s face nearly split in triumphant glee.'

- Sans losing LV when he is around Frisk <3

- 'He didn’t bother accusing her of blackmail: it was blackmail.'

- Frisk sidetracking and talking to Toriel and Undyne about her personal life

- ' She also planned to never ask Toriel whether she thought a run-of-the-mill contraceptive would be sufficient against a boss monster’s magic.'

- 'Frisk couldn’t help grinning. “Did you burn it down, or wreck it?”

“It was a training exercise that got too awesome,” the Captain said proudly. “I regret nothing!" '

- Frisk wanting to say she doesn't want to stay far from Sans-

- 'Frisk was too tired to sleep.'

- Frisk not being able to sleep without Sans there AAAAAAAAAAA- notmyfavfanfictropeever

- 'Just for fun, Frisk tried saying it to herself: I gave him homework to do before he can have sex with me. It...didn't sound better in her head.'

- Sans coming to see her and misreading her reaction aaaa-

- Them both agreeing to a room-bed idea

- ' "I'd be okay, 'cept ya went an' got me used to eatin' every day, so..."

"I'm not sorry." ' <3

- Them being all cuddly n stuff awawawww

- 'That was the second time he'd called her that [sweetheart]. Frisk's heart was in her throat. There was no wine or home-ground advantage here; she had to jump right in.'

- ' "I mean, what happens if we do it 'n I don't kill ya? Then what?"

It was a reasonable question, and she'd just been telling herself they needed to talk about it. Now that she had to answer, though, her mind was a roaring blank. "...Then...that would be...good?" ' pfffft yes-

- Frisk snapping at him

- ' "Here's a better question: are you really that insecure? Do you honestly believe that the only reason anyone could ever love you was because they had to?!" ' YES, QUEEN, TELL HIM!!!

- Sans' reaction to her confession, hehehehhe

- Sans roaring when she asks if she should find someone else

- ' "I'm not doing any of this because a fortune told me to. It just helped me figure out how to get what I already wanted." ' Y E S

- Frisk timidly asking Sans to say something <3 so cute

- SANS IS SO INSECURE HHHHHHHH

- 'His hand slipped away. Her chest hurt so much that she wanted to cry again.' hhhhng-

- '...He hadn't gotten up yet. Could he tell that she didn't mean the calm, logical things she'd said, and how much she wanted him to stay?' HHHHHHNG----- i love this moment

- Frisk realising Sans shrunk by touching him

- hand kiss

- everything about the scene. yes. yes. yes. my shipping heart is soaring, every damn time

- ' "You've done so much for me and for the other monsters—would it kill you to do something for your sake?"

A long pause, ending on a shaky sigh. "Can I start with yer sake, maybe work up to mine?" ' AHHHHHH

- kiss kiss fall in love~

- Sans asking if she really meant she'd go find someone else- aaa-

- 'The moment her mouth was free, she emitted a steady stream of "Waitwaitwaitwait!"s that brought him up short.'

- ' "...That's why the answer is 'no' for at least four or five more days, and then there's Asgore and destiny blah blah. Understood?" '

- Sans asking again if she wants him to leave for forever

- Sans telling her ofc he still likes her despite her telling him to wait dhjsvshss those two are such dorks istg

- 'Now that the mood was officially gone, her neck was starting to feel distinctly chewed-upon-'

- Frisk's heart dropping for a second when she thought Sans gonna leave aaaaa-

- Undyne's reaction to Frisk's bitemarks and her slow realisation

- Undyne's reaction to Frisk and Sans >:3

Chapter 15

- Mettaton being an automaton

- Kris launching to the stage to try and spare Mettaton embarrassment

- Sans being confused about what happened when he woke up

- 'Then he blinked, grabbed a handful of his shirt, and jammed it into his nasal bone, inhaling so deeply that he almost sucked the material up into his skull.'

- Sans thinking he can never eat another apple again without feeling twitchy

- Sans wanting real bad to see Frisk again awawawww

- 'The giant skeleton stared at the ceiling, fighting the urge to rub his face in his shirt like a damn cat.' y es

- Sans being content he is home with his brother and Frisk :')

- 'Then, picking up at a random point where his mind had left off, he wondered whether his body felt as awful to Frisk as hers felt good to him. Was it like making out with a coat rack?' pffft-

- Papyrus' note. I love Papyrus

- Undyne and Papyrus arguing in the letter skbsjebsvs dorks

- 'Sans obediently picked up a fork, then realized no one was around, folded the stack in half, and shoved it down his throat.'

- Sans thinking back to the fork incident

- 'He could just wait a few more minutes for his magic to regenerate. It wasn't like he'd die if he didn't see her right this second. Right?

He glanced at the fork again.

A moment later, he was closing the front door behind him, shuffling through the snow with his hands in his pockets.' MY HEART I CANNOT EVEN- AAAAAAA weak weak i am so weak for this

- Ice Wolf almost throwing Frisk's boxes into water for transportation

- Papyrus still having doubts about Sans really being back pffft

- Papyrus insisting that Sans stays in line

- 'And just like that, for one second, Sans was so irritated that he wanted to pick his brother up by the spine and toss him aside. It took far too long to remind himself that he loved Papyrus more than life itself, his brother was just being himself, and Sans shouldn't pick him up by the friggin' spine!'

- 'But someone finally moved aside, and his SOUL leapt like an excited little dog at the sight of its favorite human.' awwww

- 'Then he looked at Frisk, who was smiling at him, and he immediately forgot what he was mad about. He tried to think of something witty: "Uh." Shuffle. "Hi." ' pffft sans <3

- Everybody, especially Undyne, ganging up on Sans while he pathetically tries to deny he isn't madly in love with Frisk

- The way Sans loses track of his thoughts and starts thinking about Frisk, my shipping heart melts every time, he is such a doofus-

- Frisk teasing Sans with the fork lmao-

- SANS SAYING FRISK SNORES LMFAO-

- Frisk and Gerson pretend-flirting

- Sans being surprised at what Gerson told him about boss monsters while Undyne and Frisk are shocked in the background

- ' "Poor Toriel wouldn't look me in the eye for a month afterwards!" ' pffft-

- Gerson is a very cool dude. he’s kinda like Gaster but you are 100% sure he is good

- Papyrus calling Frisk 'KRISK'

- mudslide

- Papyrus and Undyne talking about ring puzzle ksbsjshsj i love them

- Toriel thanking Frisk for being a good friend to Sans awww

- ' "Who knows? Maybe he found a lady friend," Undyne said absently, flicking the metal discs to test their sturdiness.

"That's not a nice thing to say, Undyne," Toriel reproved her.

For half an irate second, Frisk thought Toriel was angry on her behalf.' pffft-

- Papyrus' reaction to Frisk buying him pasta <3

- ' "Hey, would you look at that, Pap! You haven't made spaghetti in years! What have you done?" Undyne said through gritted teeth, ending with a glare at Frisk.' PFFFT

- ' "Do you know where Sans is?" demanded Frisk, who was still recovering from the shock of going to take out the garbage and encountering Mettaton instead.'

- Sans getting drunk and forgetting how to teleport home and going all the way to Hotland from Grillby's-

- Sans pawning sewing the demon child on mudslides

- 'Shit! Where was Alphys? Where was Frisk?!

...Right. She was in Snowdin. Okay.

Where was Snowdin?!'

- 'No, better stay where he was for now, safe in his room, listening to them have fun as Undyne brought the presents in, and not feeling jealous or lonely at all.' Sans, the ten foot tsundere

- 'Mettaton went first, because he was Mettaton.'

- Frisk's self sacrifice to save Mettaton's silk from spaghetti

- ' "COME DOWNSTAIRS AND SAY HELLO TO OUR GUESTS. AND SPAGHETTI!! THE GREATEST GUEST OF ALL!!" '

- Frisk trolling Sans about his 'lump' comment earlier oh my god-

- '..and it occurred to him much later that if she’d come downstairs wearing something really fancy or weird, he’d have been fine. But she wasn’t, and he wasn’t.'

- Papyrus having spare set of Sans' clothes

- Sans feeling nostalgic about his old clothing

- Sans slowly melting after seeing Frisk's legs

- Everyone's awkward reaction to Sans' obvious foot fetish LMAO especially Alphys

- Toriel being ready to perform queen duties in place of Asgore

- Asgore slamming door in Toriel's face holy shit

- The way Sans tells Toriel he is in love with the human AHHHHHHHHHH

Chapter 16

- Papyrus saying he doesn't deserve pie aaaaa-

- Asriel. I love him :<

- 'She’d be better off going straight to Asgore and announcing that she and Sans were planning to create the world’s first human-monster hybrid! She might as well, the way Sans was behaving…'

- Frisk wanting to be taken care of for at least one day

- Asriel's tail

- Alphys being glad Undyne is doing her 'evil laugh' awwww <3

- 'That was Frisk’s cue to say that she didn’t need anything, being here with everyone was gift enough…but she didn’t, because it would be fun to go shopping, dang it.' You go, queen!

- All the gift-exchanging

- Frisk mixing up the fact that it's Undyne who can play music and not Toriel

- 'She gave her toothiest grin. “So, basically, you and Sans are—”

“Perfect,” Toriel said briskly, striding back into the living room and setting down a huge stack of linens.' they are, they are

- Frisk finally reflecting on all those times Sans stared at her funny/didn't leave her >:3

- Frisk being a bit down while thinking that maybe Sans only likes her because his soul tells him she is his 'only option'

- Alphys saying she expected humans to have more imagination when Frisk said everybody discarded possibility of anything between her and Sans just because he is a skeleton LMAO

- Undyne saying she'd conceive her and Alphys' kid in the garbage dump

- Girls gossiping at their slumber party

- Frisk being salty she has to hide her and Sans' relationship at all

- Dream: The Complete Trilogy

- ' “That’s cheating,” she whispered furiously.

Sans chuckled. “not if i’m doin’ it with my wife.” '

- science of alarm clocks reached Frisk's dreams

- Sans' instincts to take Frisk back with him to his home

- 'His bullshitting reflex saved him'

- 'And so it was that Sans found himself committed to the biggest solo grocery run imaginable, all because of a sex dream.'

- 'Papyrus was two-thirds ecstatic and one-third fretful.'

- Frisk waking up and for a second confusing her dream-life with her real one

- Frisk thinking Sans might be avoiding her because of their dream but he wants the absolute opposite-

- How TENSE conversation with Toriel is

- ' Undyne looked up solemnly. “Frisk, I just wanted to saaaHAHAHAHAHA!” '

- Imagining that conversation back now knowing what Frisk has on her face

- 'SHARKY WUZ HERE' <3 <3 <3

- All ladies being dorks

- The sheer size of denial of Toriel not even imagining Sans could've meant Frisk

- Sans thinking about Frisk on a loop

- 'All these stupid, tiny, essential details—was this what Frisk’s life was like, running around arranging crap for everyone? No wonder she was so damn tired all the time! It was like being pinched to death!'

- Sans's reaction to hearing about miscegenation. 'fucking' crime

- Sans and Frisk FINALLY having a chance to have calm conversation with just the two of them and its immediately the cutest thing ever <3

- How excited Frisk is when she tells him about her day

- Frisk needing to prepare herself for Sans' human form because its not the same

- Sans wondering if they can smush in the dream without danger

- ' “So, no offense, sweetheart, but…why are we talkin’ right now instead of makin’ out?”

“Because Undyne saw what I did to her face, and she’s hitting me with a p—” '

- Asriel apologizing D:

Chapter 17

- Kris wondering why humans called Underground a mudhole while it is so pretty

- 'tearful reunion'. Chara's such a drama queen

- How believable of a scumbag Chara is. She is absolutely terrible but sadly in the realistic way you can imagine person being

- Asgore seeing her death glare towards Frisk

- ' “IS SOMEONE THERE? SOMEONE WITH EXTREMELY BAD TASTE?” ' Pfffft-

- whoopie cussion. Never gets old

- skelebrother's banter

- Sans musing how Frisk's bed spoiled him for life

- Sans messing with a couple in another room pffft

- 'There wasn’t much to do as he ate but people-watch, which would have been kind of neat if the people in question weren’t humans.'

- Sans comparing other human ladies to Frisk

- 'It made him wonder yet again if Frisk’s SOUL was the real reason he’d been so drawn to her; the first time he’d seen it, he was scared shitless, and then he wanted to rip it out for strictly non-romantic purposes.' PFFFFFFFT-

- Sans being content with reason he fell in love with Frisk because she's Frisk <3

- 'This street seemed much dingier, with fewer people around; it smelled weird, too, like horse pee and desperation.'

- Sans being happy about no witnesses around

- Sans unwillingly comparing the goons that attacked him and back when Frisk first trapped him in the barrier

- 'Now Sans could see Frisk snarling up at him in all her tiny, furious glory.'

- Sans ignoring Gaster for a good while because he thought he only imagined his voice pffft

- ' “Ya gonna tell me why you’re here, or what?”

“What.” '

- Sans being weirded out by Gaster's mind magic

- 'Meanwhile, Sans was not that surprised to find out there was a formal guild for murderers. Humans were such fucking scumbags.'

- Gaster asking what miscegenation is

- 'He heard the familiar sound of someone ignoring a pun'

- Sans enjoying the fact that Gaster is salty cuz Sans and Frisk got up and left

- Gaster wanting Sans to pick a pseudonym for his human form

- 'Why did human bodies use the same damn tube for breathing and eating?'

- Gaster's magical orb thingies

- Gaster playing Cheshire cat

- Gaster freaking murdering the poachers like it's nothing and then vanishing, like, god damn-

- Aaaasgooooooreeeee

- Undyne shutting Sans up about Frisk before he even asks

- Undyne's reaction to Sans' puns

- how menacing freaking Chara is

- Sans not even thinking about teleporting when he hears Frisk's voice outside

- bubbles

- musical bubbles

- 'Undyne coordinated the assault, directing her troops to surround the enemy and attack as a unit, ignoring Papyrus’ protests of being muuuurdered and that she could not have his pirate-ship bed once he was dust, because for the hundredth time even if she did have an eyepatch that did not mean she deserved to be a pirate more than him.' this is absolutely hilarious

- '...and gray boots that reminded him of the fact that she had feet.'

- Sans getting extra flustered about Frisk's choker

- Sans proudly telling Toriel how responsible Frisk is and how much she did and keeps doing

- Undyne jumping straight to balcony to help Frisk

- Sans being jealous of Frisk being mothered

- Sans making same joke Frisk made

- Frisk, Sans and Tori killing themselves with puns

- People being surprise how gentle Sans unwrapped his gift

- Frisk's gift to Sans

- Sans' reaction, both inside and outside. Dork.

- Papyrus' comment. I love Papyrus

- Everyone trolling Sans for his piss pour reaction

- 'The priestess frowned at him. He hated it when she did that, especially when he deserved it.'

- Toriel and Sans arguing

- Poor Tori. As much as I disagree with some of her points of view, she went through so much grief and she only wants what's best, or at least believes in that

- ' “Uh…” Sans ducked his head, scuffing his slipper over the burned floor tiles. “Tell you the truth, she’s kinda the one courtin’ me.”

“Sans!” the goat monster scolded him. “You’ve found a woman with enough magic, strength of mind, and good taste to fall in love with you, and you’re letting her do all the work?”

The skeleton scratched his neck vertebrae. “…Yeah?” '

- Tori and Sans parting like good old friends they are

Chapter 18

- this is the chapter where honky-ponky-hanki-panki happens

- the fact how much talk of 'the incident' that happens in this chapter have been before this chapter got released, like, the hype

- spider named Alphonse

- Kris so willing to help he lets a thousand of spiders hitch a ride, like, even if you aren't afraid of spiders, that's, just... damn

- 'For someone without any lips, the monster could slurp her tea quite loudly.'

- muffet knew and grillby knew

- Frisk being irritated at her younger self for being 'racist' towards spiders

- 'he took one look, bowed so deeply that he almost fell over, and walked ahead of them to harass the seated monsters out of their way.'

- 'Mettaton had gotten up to greet Toriel, and was bowing her into his seat; Sans was impressed with his manners until the automaton turned and shooed Alphys out of her chair so he could take it.'

- Sans absolutely melting in this chapter over Frisk

- Sans epicly failing at conversation

- 'Sans nodded his thanks to Undyne; she stared at him, then drew her thumb across her throat to indicate that he was dead. He shrugged, agreeing that that was fair.'

- Sans being jealous that Undyne can swing her arm around Alphys

- Frisk's questions about mudslide

- 'The skeleton tried to hide his sudden jubilation. She was telling him she’d have her own room, which meant some damn privacy at last! He’d have a chance to tell her things and apologize for being stupid about the chessboard, and then…choker, and—'

- Mettaton calling Sans out on his sock fetish-

- Sans' gigantic freudian slip. The magnitude of it. Just.... wow

- Sans' instincts telling him to back off Frisk in fear, no matter how much he loves her

- the TWIST. Not farfetched but so so good

- The whole argument scene, man. It feels like every word character says is needles and you gotta breath them in. More terrifying with each passing second

- ' “Food, presents, bubbles—I already gave you everything I have. If you don’t want me anymore, then…” ' way to tear my heart right outta my chest

- Sans reaching out to Frisk despite frying his hand aaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

- 'Sans. Her chest gave a happy little shiver as she saw him looking down at her. He was standing nearby, giving her a strained smile and…and touching—the barrier—' HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

- Frisk being so horrified with herself she didn't want Sans near her but him embrassing her I can't I can't-

- The flashbacks, all worrying, especially after such tense scene

- Frisk's shame of her actions and her fears of being rejected D':

- Sans removing Frisk's earrings so she can sleep peacefully

- Frisk breaking because of that fact QoQ my heartu-

- Sans comforting Frisk QwQ you can gather from everything i said already buy i love their relationship so much

- 'It was important to explain to him that nothing was fine and it was absolutely correct for her to be crying, but she was crying too hard to get the words out.'

- 'The boss monster made a sound deep in his chest, and she answered him with one that made him squeeze her tighter.' <3

- Them exchanging their feelings via magic

- 'He didn’t think she was worthless, or dangerous, or that she needed to do a single thing to deserve forgiveness. His hand didn’t even hurt anymore. …Much.

Even if it did, he still loved her.' here goes my heart-

- Frisk immediately asking Sans to show his hand

- ' “It ain’t that bad. Looks kinda like a frowny face. See?” '

- Sans saying he can still move his fingers and two fused fingers don't count

- Frisk's speel how she doesn't want to go

- ' “Any questions?”

Frisk thought about it as she sniffled. “Yes. Why couldn’t you have been this sweet when I gave you the stupid chessboard?” ' pffft, always makes me smile

- Them bantering about the chess board

- 'How could he make her want to hug and slap him so badly?'

- 'There was food, and she was starving, but he was right here, too; she didn’t know which she wanted more at the moment.' i approve

- Frisk repeatedly coming onto Sans

- The puns

- Sans slipping out the l-word <3

- Frisk going at it in Sans' coat

- Frisk intentionally leaving bathroom door open and purposefully humming Sans' favorite song lol such a tease~

- Frisk immediately throwing envelope aside in favour of more fun things

- Their conversation and Frisk's reassurance <3

- honk-ponk-hank-pank

- the moment where sans listens to her heart beat hhhhh im weak for those

- 'Sans showed no signs of life besides his breathing for several minutes. She was starting to worry a little when he moved his head enough to say, “M’rm.”

The young woman blinked. “Beg pardon?” '

- 'Sans rose up on his elbow and shakily leaned in to lick her neck again.'

Chapter 19

- Sans being on edge about Kris and then immediately going to 'protect this kid at all costs'

- 'some of the monsters were literally made of teeth, but the kid never even broke a sweat!'

- 'When the ferry pulled up to the dock, he watched in amusement as the child bounded off and promptly faceplanted in the snow.'

- 'given the choice between “magical spy” or “nice kid,” Sans was willing to believe that Pap had found a friend after all.'

- ' "PLEASE COME BACK TOMORROW FOR MORE FRIENDSHIP!” '

- Sans being offended that out of all monsters Kris met he might be afraid of him

- 'Son of a— “gotcha,” the skeleton muttered.'

- Sans being uncomfortable at seeing how much joy the prospect of food brings Kris

- Sans being so mad and just wanting to go back to Frisk he purposefully ignored the information that Asriel RETURNED FROM THE DEAD to give him

- Sans calling Frisk his wife :')

- Sans making a damn ghost blush

- 'Besides, if Frisk ever found out he’d ditched Asriel because he was too horny to pay attention, she’d snap his head off and drop-kick it into the river.'

- 'Though he stood tall and noble in the doorway, cerulean light outlining his otherwordly form, Asriel was squirming like an embarrassed teenager'

- Sans feeling more and more protective even when he heard Frisk did the barrier thing on purpose and it wasn't demon kid influence

- 'She’d just told him that she’d rather have his child than be the literal Queen, then wanted to consummate their relationship, and damn, had they ever…but the accident was the biggest thing on her mind now? It kind of stung to think she’d moved on that quickly.' oh my god Sans-

- Asriel desperate warnings. He just wants things to work out...

- Asriel congratulating them :)

- 'His wife. He had called her that, hadn’t he?' i l i v e for this segment

- Sans thinking about everything and instantly stopping when he spots Frisk and starts to think of nothing but Frisk-

- 'Regrettably, Frisk had put clothes back on'

- Just how enamored Sans is. I love it

- 'Sans knew distantly that he wasn’t supposed to spend the entire morning watching his mate do absolutely nothing, but it wasn’t his fault that every non-thing she did was amazing.'

- 'Was she okay? Could he kill something to make it better?'

- This whole morning scene

- Frisk calming him with a song and Sans' adorable sloppy way of saying it wasn't necessary

- Sans being salty how faster she checked off smex off her to do list pftt

- Sans thinking back to their night and his feels-

- Sans bemused by her vague to do list

- Frisk calling him 'love' and him embrassing her and popping the question and I can't I love this so much i love this story so much

Chapter 20

- God knows what kind of friend Mathilda is but I love that she told Frisk just how she should treat the proposal she got and that’s not how courting should be. That's a good friend move

- Frisk feeling giddy someone proposed to her because its her first somewhat-romantic thing

- Frisk being excited that in the future she can pick exactly who she wants to marry

- Frisk being salty all proposal letters are similar by-the-book letters

- the drinking games girls invented

- Frisk reflecting on all of the proposals she ever got and Sans' words

- 'She couldn’t believe he was stupid enough to even ask.

Didn’t he realize she’d already picked him?' AHHHHHHHHH always makes me feel soooo happy

- Sans realising what he did and acting like a deer in the highlights

- Sans panicking when she pulled away a tiniest bit aaaa-

- 'The skeleton sounded cranky and noncommittal, but his thumb was unconsciously stroking the back of her hand, which was very distracting.'

- Frisk planniiing their futuuure hoouuuuse

- Sans in disbelief about her accepting him as her husband- his voice shaking- hhhhhHHHH everything about this moment

- Frisk amusing herself just how big he is in comparison to her

- Frisk wanting to bone him again as well~

- Sans losing it for a second when thinking about the damage he did

- ' “Don’t do that again,” he muttered, angry and tender.'

- ' “All right. From now on, I’ll try to communicate instead of getting carried away. I promise.”

The boss monster gave a melancholy sigh. “An’ I’ll do my best not to go at ya like I’m tenderizin’ meat.” '

- Them exchanging thoughts back and forth through the connection

- Sans shaming her for the 'smells' she left on his coat

- The revelation that Frisk was imagining them going at it with Sans not resizing his full body and only his new bone-

- ' "That seemed like the most important part,” she mumbled.'

- Sans calling it 'winky'

- Frisk's reaction to him calling it that

- 'It was no good: she couldn’t talk anymore. And when she started to recover, she made the mistake of glancing up at Sans, who also seemed to have calmed down…till he raised his hand and wiggled his little finger at her.' god i love this moment xD

- 'Grandiose declarations of love and defiance of societal conventions aside, she had to figure out what to actually say to everyone.'

- Sans hiding Frisk in his coat

- ' "What did I tell ya? Big damn fight over who’s the most sorry. Eh? Eh?”

“Yes, dear,” Frisk said tartly, enjoying his now-red face.'

- Pap and Undyne's reaction to Frisk and Sans' revelation. Their joy, just, all of it

- 'She [Undyne] made as if to give Sans a congratulatory punch in the ribs, thought better of it, and seized Papyrus instead in a gleeful headlock.'

- ' "Pfft! Don’t be such a human!” The Royal Guard Captain released Papyrus and made a show of sniffing her hands. “See? I just touched you for a second, and it’s all over me now! I’ve gotta take a bath later!” '

- The way Sans and Frisk exchange looks when they both realize Frisk is knocked up. I love this moment. Just plain 'huh'

- Frisk's firmness when she says she wants a boy

- ' “There’s nothing wrong with looking like a monster,” she rebuked him. “Some of us like skeletons, remember?” ' First of all, yes, second of all, you don't even begin to imagine how many of us like skeletons-

- Undyne calling out Toriel

- The tender moment Frisk and Sans exchange before going in. Hhhhhh ITS SO GOOD-

- my comment hitting Dale like a brick

Chapter 21

- 'Wherever they were, it smelled like important humans'

- 'This time, the Queen snorted so loudly that the cluster of monsters and humans looked askance; Asriel rolled his eyes and muttered something about being sick of puns already.'

- "My own dust and magic disrespecting me in front of our guests-" is a very weird sounding saying but i find it amusing

- ' "Say good night, Sans.”

“good night, sans,” he said promptly.'

- 'Even in a fairy tale, she didn’t matter.' this line hurts-

- Frisk being confused after Toriel kissing her and her misreading it as overstep of the boundaries nuuuu-

- Sans' comment about having no pie

- Sans letting Frisk arrange herself against him and his challenging glare <3

- The fact that Sans acts like a cat this entire chapter. Lovesick fool. I love him.

- Toriel laughing at her stupidity and the way that it only makes Frisk angrier

- The fact that Sans is cuddling a bomb

- Frisk calming down because she worries about Sans

- Papyrus acting like he is in school jdvsjsvsuw

- Sans purring

- PAPYRUS SAYING HE'D NEVER BETRAY HIS FAMILY AAAAAAAA

- ' "BUT NO! YOU CALLED ME A RACIST! THE GREAT PAPYRUS DEMANDS EMOTIONAL RECOMPENSE!” '

- Sans gesturing at Frisk's boobs to show he is not to blame

- Frisk apologizing on Sans' behalf

- 'These were her friends, her Sans, Toriel…'

- Frisk being sad Chara denied her even her birthday day

- 'Frisk stopped to work some moisture back into her mouth, noting with melancholy amusement that Papyrus and Undyne were leaning over the table, almost literally hanging on every word.'

- Frisk casually calling Sans 'dear'

- The fact the King timed his visit with birth of his child so he wouldn't need to see Asgore

- Sans nestling Frisk

- The fact how much there's to read and we are only this deep into the story. So many more mysteries and problems to solve, and I can't wait to see it all

And that’s… That’s what I love. With all of my heart.

Thank you for writing this wonderful work, thank you for sharing it, and thank you for being an amazing friend 💖✨ Happy birthday, Ikky!

#undertale #frans #sans #frisk #sans x frisk #frisk x sans #undertale au #songfell #fransfiction #mature #innuendo #tw mature #long post #happy birthday #birthday gift #gift #fanart #<3

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whumperooni · 4 years ago

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After reading about gilf Enji I had this idea which I hope isn't TOO cursed ;; so, we all like to humiliate Natsu right? imagine that papa Natsu has the biggest hots for his cute lil girl, he adores her and would want nothing more than to make her his leetle wifey BUT, she seems to like to spend all of her time with her grandpa, she's so clingy to him and so in love, so imagine Natsus heartbreak when he goes to pick her up and finds cutie and enji getting all hot in the kitchen (1/2)

(2/2) and Natsu can do nothing more than just stand there and stare at his little girl whimpering and moaning and raining loving words and praise while getting railed by Enji fucking Todoroki, the man Natsuo still hates the most and HE of all people got to claim his little girl, like wow Natsuo got not only humiliated but also cucked by his own father

Cursed???? Cursed????? Oh, nonny, this is blessed.

I took some liberties- as per usual! But I hope you still like it, nonny ♡

tags/warnings: tw incest, tw breeding kink, possessive thoughts and behavior, voyeurism, unintentional cucking

“daddy, i went to grandfather’s ^~^ can you pick me up later?”

Natsuo’s eyes close. He takes a deep breath and one more, another after that.

It doesn’t calm him. It doesn’t stop him from gritting his teeth and crushing his phone in his fist.

This is the third time this week that you’ve gone to grandfather’s. This is the third time this week that he’s had to drag himself to that hated residence and face his father, struggle with the envy over your sweet smile and the kisses you press to Enji’s cheek.

Why do you have to be so enraptured with your grandfather? Why can’t you spend more time with your father- with Natsuo?

He wants you here at home. He wants you to be his good little girl and take care of his home instead of running around doing chores for your grandfather in your short skirts and aprons, your knee high socks. You’re supposed to be daddy’s little girl preparing him dinner and snuggling up next to him on the couch, letting him dote his never ending adoration on you.

You’re supposed to be his- not Enji’s.

A sigh escapes him and Natsuo scrubs at his face, frowns as he slumps his cheek into his palm after.

He can’t decide if this is more preferable to you having a boyfriend or not; Natsuo doesn’t know what he’d do if you told him some horny little prick had captured your heart.

Your heart belongs to him- your daddy.

No one else can have it.

Natsuo’s frown grows and he glances at his phone, sends off a quick little “okay angel. i’ll be there in a bit” to you before standing from his desk.

As much as he wants to rush over and scoop you up and away, he waits. He knows how much you love Enji and he wants you to be happy- no matter how bitter it may make him.

Natsuo busies himself with taking the laundry from the dryer, folding it up. It’s mostly yours and it’s not long before he comes across a pair of cute lace panties tucked among the rest of the clothes.

He stares down at the panties- tongue darting out to lick his lips and chest moving with a deep, deep breath.

He hasn’t seen these ones before; they must be new.

Natsuo’s thumbs smooth over the lace and a slow blush begins to creep across his cheeks, his mind conjures an unbidden image of you in one of his t-shirt, the panties discarded on the floor.

He’s disgusting.

It’s wrong that he’s a little hard and it’s wrong that he brings the panties up to his nose. It’s wrong that he considers stuffing them in his pocket and it’s wrong that he can’t help imaging you perched in his lap- shivering as he hooks the panties to the side, traces a finger along your slit.

But, god, he just loves his little girl so much- more than anyone, anything. He loves you and he wants you to be his in every sort of way- daughter, wife, lover.

He’ll never tell you- he can’t ever tell you. He has to keep it deep inside, let the shame and sin fester in the darkest parts of his heart.

If you don’t know about it, it can’t hurt you. It can’t be that bad if he keeps it all stuffed down and hidden away.

...right?

(He knows it’s not right.)

A quiet groan works its way up Natsuo’s throat and he squeezes his eyes tight, clenches his hand to keep from touching himself.

...he can’t.

Natsuo’s teeth grit and he places the panties on top of your clothes, resumes folding the laundry.

He’ll get you once he’s done. And he’ll keep his shameful desires all to himself.

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It’s a little late once he leaves the house- a call from a business partner and an unexpected favor to the neighbor had Natsuo running late.

But, he’s here now- back at his childhood home- and steeling himself to interact with his father, antsy to get you back and away from this place.

No one answers when he knocks. Natsuo frowns, but slides the door open and toes off his shoes.

You’re not in the living room when he checks and that makes him sigh, call out your name. You don’t answer him, but there’s a noise that sounds further in the house- something that makes his brows furrow.

...what is that?

Another noise and Natsuo’s frown deepens, he begins to slowly head toward it.

It sounds like a- like a-

No, no- of course not. It’s not a moan- his mind is playing tricks on him. It’s just- it’s just-

What the hell is that noise?

Trepidation floods through him and Natsuo swallows hard- hands shaking at his sides as his heart pounds.

One steps. Two steps. Three steps. Four steps.

Four steps and then he’s in the doorway of the kitchen. Four steps and then he’s staring at something his mind can’t comprehend. Four steps and then his heart breaks, his world shatters.

“Ojii-san! Ojii-san! Feels- feels-”

A moan tears through the air and Natsuo places a hand to his mouth- eyes wide as he watches his beloved daughter- his only daughter, his precious child, his heart and love- whine and moan, arch as his father- your grandfather- rocks his hips and slides his dick inside of you.

It’s not horror that rises in Natsuo first- it’s rage. It’s envy. It’s a choked, disgusting, aching wrench of jealousy and anger and heart break.

He watches as you whimper and cling to Enji- nails digging into a broad back and your legs wrapping around a thick waist, mewls leaving you as your grandfather fucks you.

“Ojii-san, feels so good! I can’t- I can’t-”

Enji grunts and Natsuo has to watch- eyes wide and growing teary, mouth numb with his fury- as his father latches his lips to your throat, fucks into you hard enough that the dishes in the cabinets shiver and shake.

“Come, little one,” Enji growls. “Come for me again.”

Again?

A sweet mewl leaves you and so does a hiccuping sob- your hands scrambling up your grandfather’s back until you can curl fingers into his hair, your body tightening as you whine his name again and again and again.

Natsuo’s fingers dig into his cheek as he stifles a yell and he grips the doorway with his free hand, nearly falls to his knees.

That’s his baby girl. That’s his daughter. And you’re- you’re-

“Love you, ojii-san! Love you so much! Please! More! More!”

“Greedy.”

It’s the fondest Natsuo has ever heard his father sound and he hates it- he hates it so fucking much, hates how Enji muffles your moan with a kiss, hates how his big hands grip your waist as he keeps fucking into your dripping cunt.

Why is it him? Why the fuck is it him?!

Tears stain Natsuo’s cheek and his fury has him shaking, his heartbreak has him rooted in the spot- unable to turn away or call out, unable to do anything but stare in his shock and jealousy as he watches each thrust that makes your breast bounce, as he watches each rock that has you whimpering and mewling. You’re flushed and beautiful, eyes heavy lidded and lips unable to stay closed with all the sweet noises leaving you, the pleasure making you a dumb, cooing, gorgeous thing.

He’s imagined the look of ecstasy on your face so many times. It’s always been him giving you pleasure in his mind, though- never this. Never ever this.

A sick wash of envy washes over Natsuo as he watches your fingers twine tighter through salt and pepper hair, as he watches you reach a hand back to grip at a cabinet while your back arches more and your lashes flutter, a low moan leaves you.

He’s hard as he watches you and that’s when the horror comes, when the shame comes crashing in.

How is this happening? How is this happening?!

“Ojii-san! Ojji-san, please! I wanna- I want-”

A cry rips from your lips and Natsuo flinches when Enji lifts you from the counter, when you’re pressed against the kitchen floor- hips lifted up and breasts pressed against the wooden slats, your eyes shut as you whine whenever Enji braces himself over you and fills you with his cock once again.

Fuck, you look so small underneath him.

Natsuo swallows hard and he takes a trembling step back, is still unable to tear his eyes away even as Enji starts rutting into you again, even as his big hands slide to thread his fingers through yours and he leans down to rumble out,

“I’ll give you what you want, little one. Ojii-san will fill you.”

Fill...fill...

Natsuo’s cock throbs and he goes dizzy, stumbles back as Enji presses a kiss to your back.

He hears you mewl out a needy “please” and that hits his limit- breaks him into nothing but tiny little shards.

Natsuo bolts out of the house, panting and gasping and running as fast as he can. He gets in the car and he gets his hand on his cock, ruts into his fist with an angry moan as his mind floods with the image of his sweet daughter being fucked by his father, your grandfather.

He comes and he chokes on a sob, forehead smacking against the steering wheel as he curls up into himself.

How could you do this? Why did it have to be him?

Natsuo grits his teeth and he slams his fist against the dash, shakes as humiliation and envy overwhelms him.

...he should have taken you like he wanted. Maybe then this wouldn’t have happened.

...he’s going to stop this. He’s going to show you who you belong to.

He has to- he can’t lose you to Enji.

Natsuo wipes furious tears from his eyes and he looks dully at his childhood home, feels bile rise in his throat.

His baby girl...his angel...

Natsuo waits in the car quietly- face blank and eyes wet, his heart aching as he counts down the seconds until his daughter is finished being fucked by his father, until he can go inside and take what is his.

#natsuo todoroki x reader #enji todoroki x reader #tw incest #tw breeding kink #rooni's shit #Anonymous

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serpentinesarang · 4 years ago

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long time no see

pairing: woozi (lee jihoon) x fem reader

genre: idol!AU, smut, fluff, second-person POV

word count: 1560

content warnings: cyber sex, mutual masturbation, swearing

summary: society is finally back to somewhat normalcy after covid, and svt finally gets the opportunity to embark on a world tour. woozi has been away from you for about two months now, and he misses you extra, so he facetimes you after a concert while in a fat, juicy m o o d™️

requested by: @amymoonl

a/n: #5 on my prompt list ♡

korean key:

⦿ annyeonghaseyo (안녕하세요) = most common and formal hello; pronounced “on-yawng-ha-seh-yo”

⦿ nado (나도) = me too; pronounced “nah-doh”

⦿ jagiya (자기야) = baby; pronounced “jog-ee-yah”

⦿ anyo (아뇨) = colloquial no; pronounced “on-yo”

♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤

Saturday afternoon. You’ve checked off all of the things on your to-do list so far: morning skincare, grocery store, laundry (darks and reds), workout, lunch with a close coworker, post office errand, and even a phone call with one of your parents all the way on the west coast of the US, the country your partner Jihoon is currently touring with Seventeen.

It’s been a long two-ish years since COVID first hit, and SVT being able to finally set out on tour was the biggest blessing, not only for the boys but carats as well.

You’re parked on the couch, newly available after a brief check-in with your family. Your phone is literally still in your hand when it abruptly launches an app: “Jihoon ❤️ wants to FaceTime with you...”

Your eyes bug almost out of their sockets, and your jaw nearly cracks off your skull at the sight. Baby boy hasn’t videocalled you in any way in almost a month now because their tour dates were so heavily stacked, and his texts had been alluding to all-around fatigue for everybody after not touring for so long.

But shit! He’s calling you!!!!

You waste no time jamming your thumb against the green circle, the screen loading a dimly-lit image of a topless, black-haired Jihoon propped up with pillows.

“Baby!” you yelp with excitement, extending your arm to capture yourself at a more flattering angle.

“Y/N!” Jihoon yelps back, matching your level of giddiness. He beams a toothy, ear to ear grin and stares at his screen intently, taking in your beauty.

“I miss youuu,” you say with an adorable pout as he turns on a bedside lamp.

“Nado, jagiya,” Jihoon frowns in response, pursing his pink-stained lips. “I still have energy tonight though, so here I am.”

It dawns on you that there’s a major time difference between you two. You glance at your watch, which reads just after 3 PM Korea-time, so that means it’s past 1 AM in Chicago, where SVT had just finished performing a concert.

“Oh, wow... Shouldn’t you be sleeping, babe?” you ask.

Jihoon glances around for a moment, his expression looking a little hesistant. “Honestly... I’m really horny right now.”

Well split me open and butter me up... you think.

You take in a big breath, scrambling to process your man’s words. “Ah, I see...” You pause for a second to watch him shift more upright against his pillows. “I can be persuaded.”

Jihoon dramatically brings his phone up to his face with raised eyebrows. “I will persuade you, Y/N.”

At that, you feel a lone throb within your clit. You’d be a fool not to indulge him, especially since you haven’t flicked the bean in a solid week because of work.

You sigh, preparing yourself. “I’m waiting,” you reply softly.

Wordlessly, Jihoon aims his camera away from his glowing face and downward to encompass his entire lower half. You can just barely see bedsheets crumpled up against his thighs, but it’s his long, rock-hard boner lying against his stomach that catches your hungry eyes.

“Oh, Jihoon...” you murmur, not a single thought in your mind. You feel a small glob of arousal trickle out of you, so you shift around nervously. “Where are the boys?”

“Some of them are drinking somewhere, and others went to sleep in different rooms. I told them the concert gave me a headache,” he responds after bringing the camera back to his face.

Proud of his craftiness, you nod with a tiny smirk forming. “Smart man.”

“Now, about my problem...” he raises a brow and peers into the camera expectantly.

“Say no more, babe.”

You reach forward to prop your phone against an empty mug on the coffee table before you, making sure all of you shows on screen. Scooting to the edge of the couch, you tug off your t-shirt and haphazardly tie your hair in a knot. You’re left in a cotton sports bra and yoga pants.

“More,” Jihoon whispers roughly, pulling back his phone to show himself leisurely stroking his smooth, pink shaft. You want to see his balls too, but you know you have to give more in order to get more.

You remove your pants, revealing a rather sexy, red G-string. You hear Jihoon whimper in the background while he grips his dick and slowly pumps it horizontally, the tugging motions finally giving you your peek at his beautiful full package.

“You’re so sexy, Jihoon,” you say in a velvety voice before turning around and kneeing the couch to give him a sinful view of your equally sinful ass, the little red string peeking out at the small of your back.

“Anyo, jagi,” he replies, his voice scarily firm. “Not like you.”

Jihoon flips his camera from selfie mode to alleviate his tired arm, and your view is now a delightful close-up of his languid, horizontal pumping. Now you can make out the precum beginning to ooze at his swollen tip.

Still facing away from your own camera, you tug off your sports bra and chuck it carelessly behind the couch. Once you turn around and sit at the couch’s edge again, Jihoon emits a loud mmm. While you fondle your supple breasts for him, he angles his erection vertically, causing your clit to develop its own heartbeat.

“More, jagi, please,” he begs in a quiet voice, gripping his shaft tighter as he continues pumping, occasionally twisting his wrist for extra sensation.

“Okay, baby,” you nod.

You lift your ass quickly to discard the G-string and then lay your shoulders back against the couch with your gorgeous pussy closer to the camera. You spread your knees as far as possible before digging your heels into the couch cushions beside you. This is a view he would absolutely drop anything for.

Jihoon sighs aloud, stopping at the base to demonstrate the now prominent veins of his shaft. “Look what you do to me,” he murmurs lowly before he resumes pumping, this time at a faster pace.

“Ji, look at how wet I am,” you counter, rubbing the pad of your middle finger against your soaked entrance and carefully pulling it away to show your arousal sticking to your finger in a tantalizing, glistening line.

“Fuck,” you hear him whisper.

You press two fingertips to your enflamed clit and trace light circles, cupping a breast with your free hand and rolling your neck backward.

“I want you so bad, Y/N,” he moans, breathing a little bit louder. You bring your eyes back to the screen to see his precum running all the way down his angry shaft and even touching his thumb.

You smirk at the sight of how far gone your man is. Picking up the pace on your clit, you take your free hand and slid two fingers inside, thrusting straight in and out at a more casual pace.

Jihoon utters an impatient mmm. “Baby, say something... I miss your voice.”

“I miss your voice calling me a bad girl when I used to masturbate before you came home,” you reply, fucking yourself faster and matching the speed of your clit rubbing.

“Uggghhh...” he groans, slowing his pumping but squeezing the tip hard each time. His precum was still flowing out of him like tears.

“I miss your dick hitting my cervix every fucking time,” you murmured, your voice strained. Feeling yourself free-falling into your pleasure, you curl your fingers inside to press your G-spot, and you involuntarily roll your eyes back.

“UHh,” Jihoon whines at the sight of your blissful expression, and you can tell from this sound that he’s close. You know his noises well enough by now.

“Go faster for me, Ji,” you plead, opening your eyes again and focusing on his deliciously red erection in his small hand.

“I’m so close,” he whispers, fulfilling your request. At this point, his insane amount of precum had started running down to his wrist, and this mouthwatering image shoved you over the edge.

Pressing deeper into your hard clit and fucking yourself so fast that your wrist was aching, you feel yourself uncontrollably clenching on your drenched fingers.

“Yes, jagi—oh my God,” Jihoon groans, finally spurting thick ropes of cum into the air and against his hand. “Ohhhh shiiiit.”

You couldn’t take it anymore. Jihoon’s trembling orgasm snaps you into your own. You pull your fingers out for him to see your pulsating hole as you shriek in a broken sound of unbridled euphoria, still furiously massaging your clit through the orgasm.

“So hot, Y/N. I wish I could lick you dry,” he declares while tenderly stimulating his frenulum with an index finger.

At last, it’s done. You retract your hand and remain spread open, allowing Jihoon to watch the last vibrations of your shiny hole as well as the considerable amount of fluid draining out of you and between your cheeks.

He switches to lightly groping his balls, angling his camera upward for you to better see. “I can’t wait to cum in you when I get home.”

You sigh, wiped out from the experience. “Ji, I just wanna cuddle you more than anything right now.”

Jihoon flips his camera back to selfie mode, revealing a light sheen of sweat across his forehead and temples. “That too, jagi. I’ll hold you as long as you need when we come back.”

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behindtherobinsmask · 4 years ago

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tagged by @runnfromtheak

Rules: list the first lines of your last ten stories. See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. I write the most random things so if you can actually find a pattern then... let me know. Help a fool out.

P.S. - I know it says opening line and not paragraph but come on, that doesn’t do any story justice.

Gonna do my tags before because this turned out to be longer than expected - @elwon @stevieraebarnes @epistemologys

1. All The Times Damian Wayne Felt Loved

This was a birthday fic I wrote for a darling friend of mine. The whole time I was writing this my biggest fear was that the characters were going to... just not be right. Still have that fear.

“Gripping onto a pillow, Damian walked down the dark halls of his grandfather’s house, uncertainty clouding every step that he made. At this hour of the night, no one seemed to be around yet he could feel eyes watching his every move. The eyes of the stars in the sky, the moon and the many trained soldiers that had years of practice when it came to blending into the shadows. It was their presence that forced him to walk with his head held high, to bat away the tears in his eyes and pretend that everything was alright. Pretend that he wasn’t afraid.”

2. To all the stars that are listening

Another birthday fic (maybe that was the pattern all along jk). I actually really enjoyed writing this fic because I felt like I was back in my zone (my zone being angst). Can’t wait to get started on the second part.

“Dick’s life had been anything but ordinary since he was a child. As someone who grew up in the circus, his morning was spent studying with the other kids that travelled with his troupe while in the afternoon, he practiced with his heart and soul to fly as beautifully as his parents. In the nights, he’d stand on the sidelines and watch them perform, absolutely awed by the way their bodies moved, each twist, each turn so seamless, every difficult stunt seemed easy in their skin. Clinging onto the edge of the tent, he wished with all his heart that someday, he could be just like them. A bird freed. With every wish, his voice grew louder and louder until somewhere, up above, a star heard his cry. It heard his desire to be free. The chains that grounded him slowly slipped away and he flew with practiced grace. And just as Dick spread his wings, his parents fell. Birds flightless.

Freedom he had asked for and freedom he had received.”

3. Come here, won’t you hold my hand?

Listen, I spend hours of my life playing genshin impact. Did you really think I wouldn’t write a fic for it?

“After chasing the traveler away, Xiao sighed, wondering if now was the time to head back to Wangshu Inn. There he could stay away from the harbour and its people, away from the wishes made on stars that could never hear them, away from their fragile happiness that he could shatter with a single touch. Someone like Xiao, so burdened with sins, could never mingle among the mortals without bringing harm. Wherever he went, only misery ever followed. But even though he knew that it would be best for him to leave, a part of him, as silly as it was, worried that the journey back would make him miss out on the opportunity to see an old friend. While he never attended the Lantern Rite in Liyue, he always made sure to catch a glimpse of the Mingxiao lantern that always honored the adepti. It was only at that moment that he could lose himself to the past momentarily and remember a time when he wasn’t so alone, when his battle wasn’t only his to fight.”

4. Jon Kent Must Die

A jaydick flashfic challenge gave birth to this crack series and I will happily go down with this ship. I’ve written too many of these and maybe, in the future I’ll write more. Who will stop me? God? I don’t think so.

“Damian was sick and tired of his siblings.

Never had he met two people who were so dependent on their partners that they needed them around 24/7. It didn’t matter whether it was day or not, whether they were at the manor or in their respective homes, wherever his brothers went, their fool boyfriends seemed to follow. The obligatory family dinner had been turned into a circus with Todd’s usual clownery that had Damian rolling his eyes so hard that sometimes he was afraid they’d just pop out of his skull. Kent was no better. In fact, on more than one occasion, he had encouraged Todd’s rambling as though he was God’s chosen prophet, sharing his truth with the world. Damian really wished, just for a day, the two of them would simply go away. It wasn’t that he missed his siblings or anything. He just wished to have a conversation with Richard that didn’t end with him wanting to stab someone. Hopefully a 5’11 man with black hair with a streak of white and deep green eyes that could find a conspiracy in Titus’s preferred pose for napping.”

5. I wanna be in your arms by the sea (studying your freckles so curiously)

Yes. It’s another genshin impact fic. Sue me. (Please don’t I’m broke).

“Every night, Zhongli saw the same dream.

Caressed by the gentle winds of the Guili plains, he watched over his people, Guizhong’s people as they lived in prosperity, enjoying the calm and gentle wind that wrapped around them. Serenity was a blessing and they had an abundance of it. In the beginning, when Guizhong had described such a scene, something knit carefully in her imagination, he had not believed her. But now that he was seeing with his own two eyes, he was glad that he had agreed to her terms. Glad that he had formed a contract that had been beneficial for all.”

6. I stay up late and talk to the moon (And I can’t stop telling her all about you)

A christmas exchange fic that I loved writing because it really got me back into the writing for jaydick. It had been a while since I touched anything fandom related. Then this story happened.

“According to Jason, there weren’t many things that Bruce really got right. Not with his rules that could never be bent for anyone or his sickeningly righteous sense of justice. But if there was one thing Bruce excelled in, it was throwing the world’s most boring party ever. Every event that ever took place in the Wayne manor was the same. Classical music. Champagne flutes. Appetizers that could never replicate Alfred’s cooking and finally, the same old rich folks of Gotham who needed to be filled in on the latest gossip lest they melt into a puddle.”

7. Now I’m going down on you (proving what I want is true) Who told me I could write smut? Please take away my license. “Click. Click. Click. With a heavy sigh, Dick switched off the TV and tossed the remote aside after an hour of clicking through the channels, unable to find anything that would keep his mind occupied. Two weeks ago, during a drug bust with the rest of the bats, Dick had suffered an injury to his shoulder which he considered rather minor. But Alfred and Barbara said otherwise as he was benched until he healed, his own city taken over by other vigilantes while he was forced to sit at home and entertain himself with murder mysteries with plot twists he saw coming from a mile away. Unfortunately, even when he hit the gym to let go of some restless energy, he could only do the most basic of workouts, the kind that simply weren’t enough for someone who was so used to being active all day long.”

8. Wayne Boys Unsolved

Another crack fic that I really enjoyed writing. Poor Yvonne though. She was really suffering.

“Yvonne’s body was thrumming with excitement as she peeked out the window of her room, her eyes falling on the black car that just pulled up in front of her house. Four boys stepped out, ones that she was so very familiar with. After all, she had spent many nights watching every single video they uploaded on their blog. They were paranormal investigators of sorts, the kind that didn’t believe in the supernatural and lived to debunk the stories that revolved around each haunted location. Because people loved to watch them so, both alive and dead, the boys had become famous in every circle possible.”

9. You make me wanna die (I’m burning up in the light)

Another birthday fic and the first dark story I ever wrote. Writing this was fun but also nerve-wracking.

“I think we need a break.

Two years, three months, four days and seven hours. That was how long it had been since Jason had said those words to Dick, sitting in the middle of the bed they shared, silk sheets pooled around his scarred waist, the white of his hair sticking to his forehead with sweat, droplets of it swimming down his throat and across his bare chest that was bruised red with bite marks, across the autopsy scar that he had been reborn with. He looked like a picture, each feature painted so delicately with colours that pulled, that hypnotised and drowned. The fingers of his right hand flexed, parted and then brushed across the back of his neck, tracing the bond mark that tied him down to Dick, shuddering slightly under the imprint, his heady scent spreading across the room like a drug. Strong, so fucking strong that Dick could still taste it on his tongue. Looking like that, after everything they had done, when he opened his mouth, when he said the words that had been sitting on the tipping of his tongue, it was only to end everything that they were.”

10. Come fire up the night (make me feel alive)

Who told me I could write smut (2)

“Staring at the ceiling of his apartment, Dick lay in his bed, tired but unable to fall asleep, the ticking of the clock haunting him. Tick. He took in a deep breath. Tock. He closed his eyes. Tick. He tried to sleep. Tock. Every memory of Jason came rushing back to him. The dark hair with a streak of white that framed his chiselled face. The plump lower lip that he often dreamt about kissing, pulled between his teeth until Jason was groaning. The freckles that were scattered across his nose and cheeks. Those deep green orbs that gleamed with mischief, teasing and taunting, burning with unbridled fury, one look enough to make Dick’s knees tremble. And as goosebumps spread across his arms, he found himself waking up, lest he did something that he knew he would regret. Like calling up Jason and confessing feelings that were better left unspoken, buried in a special graveyard from which there would be no sudden resurrections.”

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sm-entertain-me · 6 years ago

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Finish Line (M)

Requested by @jaeyongsslut: Can I request Racer Jaehyun smut?Dom Jaehyun please!! If you can add this tying him up and fucking yourself on him , or you can write as you want. I really like your scenarios. 💞💞😗

Contains: Jung Jaehyun x (f) reader, adult language, mentions of alcohol, consumption of alcohol, smut, sexual themes, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, marking kink, restriction kink? (Is that a real thing? Idk), dom!Jaehyun, sub!reader, racer!au

Synopsis: Taeil was one of the best racers you had ever seen and you were lucky enough to be one of his closest friends. So when he gets invited to one of the biggest racing events in history, it's hard to resist. Little did you know that there would be something at the party the night before that would be even harder to resist.

(A/N: Y’all, I am so sorry that I couldn’t write this in time for Jaehyunnie’s birthday, but alas, here it is! And it’s hella long for exposition purposes. Forgive me for I have sinned.)

Tonight was the night before the 23rd Annual Drag Racing Competition, one of the biggest racing competitions to ever grace the country. Racers from all over the world would come to this event just to see the races, let alone be in them. It was stiff competition and the times you had to make in order to qualify were anything but easy. So when you got the news that Taeil had finally been invited to the race, something he has been working on for a solid three years of his career, you were so excited for him. You had supported him from the very beginning and had even spent a couple of your paychecks go cover for damages or spare parts for Taeil's dream to become a reality.

But tonight was the night everyone was allowed to let loose and enjoy themselves, the racers and their respective guests being invited to a formal soiree where drinks flowed by the cask full, women prowled the crowds to hopefully land a rich and talented racer, and inhibitions being lowered. Taeil was among the few that couldn't manage his liquor too well and you had been assigned to be his caretaker, really regretting how much of a lightweight he was and wanting to punch the bartender for allowing Taeil to have so many drinks at a time. However, it really wasn't your place to dictate Taeil's drinking, no matter how hard he could go.

As you were trying to make your exit, holding Taeil up by his upper body while his arm lay lazily around the back of your neck, you felt the weight of Taeil's body subside a little bit. You looked at the right of you and leaned forward to look past Taeil's collapsing body, coming face to face with someone you felt like you had seen before. He had a chiseled jaw that was made by the gods themselves, soft brown eyes that seemed to sparkle at you, and cheeks that contained deep indents whenever he smiled.

You looked at him and noticed that he was helping you with Taeil, taking Taeil's other arm and wrapping it around his neck to take at least half of the weight off of your shoulders. "Oh, thank you. You don't have to do that," You commented as you continued dragging Taeil out by his neck, drowning out the mindless blubbering of your drunken adversary. The man offered a cool smirk as he walked out with you, taking a sharp turn to go towards the elevators since he assumed you were taking him back to his room, "Don’t worry babygirl, Taeil needs all the help he can get. I'm Jaehyun by the way."

"Y/N," You responded as you tried to keep Taeil up on your shoulder, him leaning towards you to whisper into your collarbone something that was anything but comprehensible. Jaehyun chuckled lightly as he watched the arrow on the elevator fall down to your floor number, "I know, Taeil hasn't shut up about you. After seeing you in that dress, I understand why." You could feel your cheeks heating up gradually from Jaehyun's unabashed flirting style, getting straight to the point as to what he was trying to get out of you tonight. You can't say you didn't feel the least bit attracted to him yourself. He wore a black suit with a long black tie and a white undershirt that seemed to cling to his sculpted abdomen, showing off the peaks of his abs whenever he would move or do anything minuscule. If he stretched a little bit more, you were sure his shirt would pop open and reveal those delicious abs of his...

"Hey Y/N. You wanna get on or not?" Jaehyun's voice called out from the depths of your naughty thoughts, causing you to snap out of it and look forward at the open doors of the elevator. Taeil chuckled into your ear at Jaehyun’s comment, leaning against you so that his nose was touching your cheek, “Yeah, you getting on or not?” You shot Taeil a sideways glare that caused him to straighten up as best as he could, knowing how you get when you get irritated because he had gotten on your nerves a couple times before. Quickly, you pushed Taeil’s back so that all three of you could get on the elevator, feeling Jaehyun’s eyes piercing into your head as you remained in the silent elevator, save for the annoying elevator music that didn’t make the situation any better.

A couple minutes had passed since all of you were crammed into the elevator shaft, you shifting uncomfortably from the intensity of Jaehyun’s gaze wandering every curve of your body, ultimately undressing you with his eyes. To make the best of the situation, you decided to have a little conversation with Jaehyun to distract yourself from being subjected to his mental fantasies whenever he looked at you. “So, Jaehyun... How long have you been racing?” You asked as you looked up at the ceiling, trying to admire the tile so you didn’t have to make eye contact with him. He was a very intimidating man and you were anything but. Jaehyun chuckled a little as he stared at his reflection in the mirror, fixing a strand of hair that tickled the top of his eyebrow, “A couple years now. I love the thrill of racing, having everyone scream your name as you cross the finish line...” Jaehyun bit his lip slightly as his eyes shifted to you in the reflection, eyes darkening as he gazed upon your face, “Tell me, would you even consider racing? You look like you could use a good thrill.”

You would’ve answered Jaehyun’s question had Taeil not butted in with his alcohol filled confidence, “Oh Y/N loves thrills, and I’m not talking about racing.” “Shut up!” You chided at Taeil as you smacked him across the chest, causing him to frown at you and stick his tongue out like a child who had just been denied getting his favorite sweet. Huffing at how childish he was being, you rested your hand on your hip and prayed to the elevator gods to hurry up and open the doors so you could take Taeil to his room and then go to yours to get ready for tomorrow. You had promised Taeil that you would accompany him to the track if he got you breakfast, and you weren’t one to turn down free food.

After what seemed like an eternity, the elevator doors finally opened and you were finally granted your much needed freedom from the confines of that damned elevator. It felt nice to not have Jaehyun’s eyes boring into your soul as you tried to breathe normally, him probably picking up on the way your breathing had increased whenever you felt him looking at you, him watching the vein in your neck begin to pulse wildly against your skin. He knew exactly what effect he held over you, and he was just waiting for the right moment to expose it.

It took a long time with Taeil stumbling along the walls of the narrow hallway, him cursing loudly and you having to force your hand over his mouth to get him to shut up since it was at that hour where people were turning in for the night... But you finally managed to get him in front of his room thanks to Jaehyun basically yanking him along the hallway whenever you gave him some directions to get to the right room. Somehow, Taeil managed to get the door opened to his room and bid the two of you goodnight, closing the door shortly before your heard a loud thud that you assumed was Taeil passing out on the ground. It wasn’t any of your business, the boy needs to take the edge off of such an important day ahead of him tomorrow. Now you were stuck with Jaehyun.

“So I guess this is goodnight, I’ll see you at the race tomorrow, yeah?” Jaehyun questioned as he leaned his body on the wall of the hallway, smiling kindly at you in hopes that he would be getting a yes out of you to seeing him again. You didn’t know if it was the alcohol in your system or if it had a delayed effect or something, but you found yourself ignoring how intimidating Jaehyun was just a few moments ago in that elevator. Your body acted on its own as you stepped forward lightly, reaching up and slipping your hands underneath the lapel of Jaehyun’s suit jacket, a cocky smile playing across your face, “How about I see you in your room tonight?” And that’s all she wrote.

It was all a blur as Jaehyun hauled you off to his room and you weren’t sure how you got there, but all you could do now is slip your tongue into his mouth and taste the subtle hint of alcohol on his lips, relishing in the taste of him as he had you pinned down underneath him on the bed. He made sure to keep a firm grip on your wrists as he pressed himself in between your thighs, groaning against your lips when you dragged your leg up the length of his massive calves. Every so often, Jaehyun would grind down against you in order to feel your wetness spilling out of your weeping entrance, coating the front of his pants nicely. “Baby, you’re so wet for me,” Jaehyun moaned as he leaned forward and pressed his plump lips against your neck, allowing the vibrations to pulse through your body until they met in your pussy. All you could do was hum in response as you snaked your fingers up through his hair, tugging playfully at the soft tresses that enveloped the tips. Fuck, Jaehyun was everything you had ever wanted.

As Jaehyun worked on marking the delicious column of your neck, determined on coloring it with reds and purples, he made sure to allow his fingers to slip in between your thighs and delve into your now soiled panties. He didn’t need to ask if you were wet enough since he felt it from the way your arousal leaked out onto his slacks, but he just enjoyed playing with you, toying with you to see what would make you crack. You whimpered lightly as Jaehyun plunged his index finger inside of your pulsating walls, causing Jaehyun to slip the furthest his finger would go as a silencing mechanism, “Shh, shh, shh baby, you gotta keep quiet for me. Otherwise, I’ll give you something to scream about.” Although you wanted nothing more than to make Jaehyun have you screaming his name to the high heavens, you decided to keep quiet for his benefit.

Jaehyun was ruthless on the skin of your neck as he would often drag his teeth against the skin, nipping on top of the veins that would poke out from your rapid heartbeat, but not after he would give you soft kisses and kitten licks to combat the oh so sweet pain he delivered to you. It took all you had not to scream in pleasure from the way his fingers were fucking you open, dragging against the most pleasurable spots deep within as he would give his expert fingers a slight curve to find even more. “Goddamn,” You groaned out as you arched your head backwards, pressing further into the pillows behind you. Jaehyun chuckled into your neck as he pulled off of the skin with a sickening pop, looking down at you with hunger in his eyes after seeing how flustered you were getting from his simple yet determined touches, “Don’t cum yet, we’re just getting started.”

You had to work hard to contain your excitement as Jaehyun got off of you and made a B-line for his drawer, coming back with two black scarves. There was a simple racing emblem on both of them, but you had a feeling you wouldn’t be using them as rally scarves. Jaehyun smirked as he saw the excitement building in your eyes, looking down at his hand and then back at you, “Here, let’s try something new. Get up.” You did as you were told, standing up on the side of the bed and waiting for another order from Jaehyun, eagerly pressing your thighs together to get rid of the throbbing that just wouldn’t die down.

Jaehyun stalked toward you with such grace that you had forgotten what he was capable of as he wrapped his hand around your throat, applying some pressure as he molded his lips against you for one final and extremely passionate kiss, grabbing your hands and placing the scarves there. As he pulled away, he kept his hand on your throat, smirking at how innocent you looked when all he could think about was how your face looked a couple minutes ago when he was spreading you open with his fingers, “I’m usually always the dom, but I’m going to let you take control. You’ve been so good keeping quiet for me so consider this a reward.” Nodding at Jaehyun’s request, you watched as he stripped from his clothes and walked over to the bed, laying down and looking up at you to slip the scarves around his wrists and keep him bound for whatever you wanted to do to him. Instead of you being his for the night, he was yours for the taking.

When the restraints were in place, you decided to give an agonizingly long striptease for Jaehyun, slipping your hands down the curves of your waist and gripping the bottom of your short dress to pull it over your head, keeping a firm gaze with Jaehyun as he bit down harshly on his lip that was already red from all the intense making out you two have been doing. “Fuck, Y/N, just get over here,” Jaehyun growled as he watched you slip your hands behind you to remove your bra, groaning instantly at the sight of your breasts coming free from the confines of your lacy bra. All you saw was Jaehyun pulling his head up to look at the ceiling, and the instinctive twitch of his fully hard cock that had the tip oozing with pre cum. The sight alone was enough to make you crumble right then and there, but you managed to pull yourself together in order for you to do what the both of you wanted.

You slowly made your way over to Jaehyun, taking on his dominant persona as you threw your leg over his waist, sitting right above the tip of his monstrous cock. Jaehyun looked up at you with a darkened gaze, narrowing his vision right on your face as he begged you with his eyes to sit on his cock without giving you the satisfaction of hearing him beg. A smirk found its way on your face as you wrapped your hand around the thickness of his cock, giving him a few pumps as he cursed lightly to himself, watching as your thumb swiped over the tip in order to spread his cum all over the shaft for more lubrication because by the look of the length he possessed, you were going to need all the help you could get.

“Oh god,” Jaehyun groaned out as you sunk down around his length, his eyes nearly rolling to the back of his head as he felt you clench around him. “You’re so fucking tight.” You smiled at him with evil intentions as you leaned back to grab onto his thighs, Jaehyun’s eyes trailing all over your body as your breasts were arched up to the ceiling and just low enough to see as they bounced whenever you rocked along his waist. You quickly picked up your pace as you craved more of his cock, digging your nails into his thighs the faster you went. It felt so good and you were pretty sure Jaehyun’s cock was made for you as it never failed to curve up against your most desirable spots. But your pace wasn’t enough for him as he tried to buck his hips up into you, trying to urge you as best as he could. One particular stroke of his cock hit a spot that had you seeing stars and you realized that if you wanted to cum, he had to do that again and again. In order to do that, he had to be untied.

You granted Jaehyun the use of his hands and he immediately took over, wrapping his arms around your waist and holding you firmly in place as he buried his face in your breasts and bucked into you from below. “Oh fuck!” You cried out as Jaehyun found your nipple, taking it into his mouth and rolling his tongue over the sensitive bud, picking up his pace beneath you once he realized he had you right where he wanted. He made it his mission to get you to cum hard around him, working your nipple raw with ecstasy. The more he made you moan, the harder he pumped into you from below. Jaehyun’s grip around your waist wasn’t letting up as he pulled your hips in time with his strokes from beneath, combining to form a dangerous product that had you digging your nails into his forearms and sending you crashing down hard.

Jaehyun cursed loudly as you came around his cock, losing himself completely in the way that your walls clenched around him to pull him deeper inside of you. “Fuck you’re clenching! Y/N, I’m gonna...” Jaehyun started as he fucked his way deeper into you, his grip getting so hard that it would cause bruises when he finally released his hot seed into you, filling you up so much that you could feel it running out of you and pooling onto Jaehyun’s groin. The warmth of his cum caused you to immediately become tired, falling forward and allowing your head to line up with the crook of his neck. He chuckled lightly as you breathed heavily against his neck, Jaehyun’s hand coming up to run his fingers through your hair lightly in order to coax you into a more relaxed state, making it really for you to yawn into his ear.

“Hey,” Jaehyun called out to you as he felt your breathing starting to slow down, indicative of you wanting to sleep. You picked your head up lightly to look at him, offering a warm smile, “Yeah?” Jaehyun could’t help himself from pressing a chaste kiss on your lips, “Let’s get you cleaned up and you can sleep here tonight. I’ll even get you breakfast like Taeil promised, but you gotta promise you’ll be rooting for me on the track tomorrow.” You smiled at Jaehyun’s offer, tracing a small figure eight into his defined pectoral muscle to emphasize your playful nature, “I like my eggs scrambled.”

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slash-me-up · 5 years ago

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Snakes and Shakes

Situation: Pre fame Guns and Roses gets all sick at the same time right before their first gig as a band and you end up having to care for five men/puppies all by yourself.

I messed around with the timeline and the living situation a little bit, so forgive me and enjoy!

As you woke up in the morning, you noticed how the house seemed oddly quiet. Normally, at least one of your five roommates would be doing some sort of loud activity at ungodly hours that would wake you, the neighbors and the whole street up. You decided to appreciate the good night’s sleep and took it as a good omen, getting dressed with the leather jacket you stole from Izzy, straightening your long (H/C) hair and even having the time to perfect your eyeliner, before making it downstairs.

You quickly realized when you were in the downstairs common area that the good omen was actually a distress signal as Axl threw up right in front of you onto the floor as he laid on the couch seemingly oblivious to your presence. “Axl !” You exclaimed loudly making the redhead fall of shock right onto the dirty vomit-covered floor. He managed to drag himself onto an area of the floor that was mostly clean and lean himself against the wall. “Jesus, Y/N, you fucking scared me."

He looked like shit, vomit on his face, his pale skin even paler and with a green undertone

“Axl, what the hell did you drink last night to make you throw up like this? Don’t lie to me, you have a gig today.” You were more like a babysitter than a actual roommate, and never did you feel this more than when Axl said, “I didn’t drink anything, I promise Y/N. Slash’s snake bit me last night and I got some weird tropical disease.”

“You know, Slash’s snakes are just ball pythons, Axl. They aren’t venomous, they just strangle their food.” You rationally explained to Axl how snakes work, a conversation you and Slash had had to have 15 times since they had all moved in together.

“But, Y/N, Slash filled a cup up with Jack Daniels and told me it was Coca Cola so I drank it all and it burned for 2 hours, so I don’t trust him. I know his snakes made me sick and there’s nothing you can do, just let me die!” Axl, being as dramatic as ever, cried a little as you had a mini breakdown in your mind about how you were going to convince this grown man to calm down about a snake. You grabbed one of Duff’s shirts from the couch and wiped the vomit and tears from Axl’s face, before grabbing his hand and pulling him up to take him to his room.

As you and Axl walked slowly to his room, with your arm around his shoulder, you heard vomiting noises coming from Slash’s and Duff’s room. “Axl, go lay down in Steven’s room, it’s closer than yours. I’ll be back to check on you in a minute.” He dazedly nodded and opened Steven’s door as you knocked on Slash’s door.

“Slash, Duff, everything alright in there?” You heard both Slash and Duff grunt as if they were on their deathbed and you decided to open the door. The sight you saw there immediately made you wish you hadn’t.

On top of the boys usual mess of clothes, food wrappers and empty alcohol bottles say two separate but equally gross piles of vomit. You backed against Duff’s mattress, the furthest point away from the sick liquid, and sat down on the side. The pale green blonde figure lying on the mattress weakly moaned, “Y/N, I need some vodka, this is a killer hangover.”

You chuckled, feeling Duff’s forehead. It was like a fire and your eyes widened. If the entire band got this sickness, there was no way they’d play the concert tonight. The concert would finally give them enough money to actually pay 50% of the rent instead of the usual 10% that they had managed not to spend on every sin in the world. You moved over to Slash’s side and brushed his hair away from his face.

“Y/N, what are you doing?” Slash sleepily asked.

“Just checking up on you, honey.” He laughed a little at the affectionate nickname which you most often used to tease them but now was completely serious. If this was worse than a simple flu, then you’d have to sell a kidney to get these men to a hospital with no insurance. And Slash, like Duff, was burning up. Great.

You assured Slash everything would be okay before going to check on Steven. Opening the door you saw Steven and Axl laying on one mattress, and green. You decided to get everyone glasses of water from the kitchen and hopefully whatever safe meds lay around.

As you went over to the kitchen, you saw Slash’s python, Clyde. It too was laying down, eyes half closed like its owner. You touched it and it stayed still, the only sign of life being its tongue moving out of its mouth. You couldn’t help but think if Axl was right, but you decided to question them all later. You grabbed the glasses of water and 4 Advil and returned to the rooms.

They laid around the house for the next two days. You quickly found out that Izzy was the only one that wasn’t sick and kind of forcefully recruited him into being your assistant. Together, you restrained Steven from going out to a party, Axl from beating up Slash when he remarked that Axl and his snakes could be twins if Axl had a sunnier disposition, and Duff from playing his bass at the concert by himself with no other members.

Speaking of the concert, you never forgot the asshole club owner who yelled at you for canceling it and told you that you should pay him back by being one of his dancers. You’d worked at strip clubs before, that was where you had met the boys, but the sleazy way in which he said it made you and Izzy wanna beat him up over the phone. And then once Izzy met him in person, well he got beat up in real life as well and gave the boys the 500 dollars for the concert as promised.

The guys were eventually all back to their old selves within the next day or so, and you decided to investigate the cause of the illness, thinking it would be something like Duff forgetting to cook the meals and eating raw meat, a thing he had done when Axl had asked for his burger to be extra rare. When you asked Duff about dinner, he said nothing was wrong except one thing.

“Well, Slash’s snake kinda slithered around in the leftover lasagna after I took it out of the freezer and I let him have some of the meat, but Y/N it was in there for only like a min.”

Goddamnit Axl was right. Not about everything, which brought you some sanity, but the disease did come from one of Slash’s snakes.

That 500 dollars first went to buying Clyde a new escapeproof cage and getting a library card to look up the exact disease with Slash. He found it rather quickly around with 10 other books which you carried all the way home. You smiled for the next seven days as he told Axl all the snake trivia he could remember as Axl got more and more angry.

“Y/N, I’m gonna punch Slash this time, I mean it-“

“Did you know that a snake’s heart can move around in it’s body to make room for food, Axl?”

“Really? Like down to its tail? That’s fucking messed up, Slash.”

You also smiled because with the 500 dollars they paid the rent and also made posters for their next concert and their first as a whole band. You helped them tape posters to every street pole and wall they came across as well as all over the club where they were performing, which had a nice owner who gave them 200 in advance as well as 500 after.

And you smiled the biggest as you looked at your boys from the crowd. They were killing it and the audience was dancing and holding up their lighters at the right moments. As they launched into their new song, “Welcome to the Jungle,” you heard a girl say, “These guys are so fucking good, I think they’re gonna be stars.”

And at that moment, you thought they would be stars too, as the bright light shone on them like angels and Axl’s voice drowned the rowdy audience out to nothing but silence.

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ivyveil · 6 years ago

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Love is the Punchline Prequel

the one where Harry is the universe and you are in love

A Continuation of LITP (masterlist here)

You two had been drunk.

His hair was softened by the moonlight, tousled locks cascading across his forehead and curling against the tips of his ears. He looked disheveled and massively wasted. A Greek god who had stumbled into the sin of men, yet unable to fully shake his reverence.

You knew you were staring.

You couldn’t have been more obvious if you had a neon, flashing sign reading I’m Star-gazing in the Galaxies of Your Eyes. But what do kids who are told not to stare in the sun do? They stare anyway. So you continued, a dopey smile induced by whatever drink Harry had made you in his fancy ass kitchen, with his fancy ass kitchen supplies.

You wanted to nestle in his open jacket, feel the roughed cotton rolling into balls along the edges of the material, have the uneven tie-strings lay, lopsided, in between your heads. You wanted to place your head against the slope of his shoulder, into the darkened scruff of his neck, and inhale. Not for anything explicitly sexual, just because your soul craved to know what it was like to be his. Laying together in the silence that only belonged to you two, in the midst of a universe of noise.

You wanted to brush your fingers through his hair and get an idea of what it would look like in the morning. The thoughts that made your cheeks flush, a warm radiance perhaps indiscernible from the heat already surrounding.

Harry wasn’t oblivious however – in fact, the liquid racing through his veins made him unabashedly brave in staring back. Your makeup was a bit screwed up, the eyeliner missing in patches from when you were crying from laughter as he made stupid, stupid puns. He loved how you smiled when he was being an idiot, being himself.

He poked each of your cheeks (after missing once and pushing your nose inwards by mistake) and giggled to himself. To him, you were the epitome of feeling alive.

“My head is too heavy,” you mumbled, feeling the command from your body to relax your arms and let gravity do its work. You slouched further in the grass, resting your head on one of the pathway stones. You were in Harry’s private backyard garden, a bottle of rum tucked between Harry’s legs and a gathering of gnomes watching from the tomato patch.

Harry was slouched against the side of his house, donning an unzipped jacket, sweats, and god-awful Nike sliders. It was one of the few outfits he made you promise, multiple times, to never mention to anyone for fear it would leak to the public. Not that he genuinely thought you would, but after you saw his collection of ‘Normal Clothing’ you started continuously sending him pictures of clothing you considered “fuck-boy, Haz, it’s the shit girls don’t keep when the boys leave because they’ll find the same stuff anywhere.” He just wanted to make it clear, he would only be this expression of himself around you.

Right now, he wasn’t Mega Pop Icon Harry Styles, he was a drunk friend making O shapes with his mouth like a guppy and giggling quietly to himself, over God-knows-what. His butterfly tattoo movedwith each laugh, his skin patched slightly with dirt from when he tried to roll down a ‘hill’ that was genuinely nonexistent, a product of his drunken imagination.

“C’mon, over here then, love,” he straightened up, offering an arm to you and a spot next to him against the house. In an attempt to persuade you, he moved the bottle to his side and shook his hand through his hair. As if you would be goaded into curling up next to his shirtless form simply because he was cleaned up a bit.

Didn’t this boy know you would do anything he asked you to, and that would only get worse after a night drinking?

You slowly lifted yourself off the ground and crawled over to Harry, groaning as your body protested. Pushing some dirt off his shoulder, you tucked yourself under his arm and placed yours gently on his stomach.

The night was quiet.

“That’s better,” he whispered, eyes scanning the top bits of your face visible to him, as he tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear.

You loved it too much, you knew that perfectly well. You grinned nonetheless and tried to hide it by moving your face closer to his bare chest. Which didn’t necessarily help, because now you were surrounded by his aura and felt intoxicated for another reason entirely.

Harry wrapped his arm tighter around you, pulling your gentle beauty closer to him in the process. Your hair smelled like vanilla and that one hair product you always used – the one in the green bottle? He didn’t know the name, but he made a mental note to buy you 500 jars of it when he had access to his computer. Feeling smug at how greatly he would be able to provide for you, even in a small way, he nestled deeper in the space his body was occupying, taking a deep breath of the cold night air.

The world was spinning slightly after the bit he drank (“’M not a lightweight” he had, embarrassingly, slurred before you opened his patio door outside, but you both knew that was the biggest lie) but everything became extraordinarily sharp as he felt the puffs of your exhales against his chest. Maybe it was the feeling of masculinity that caused the swell of pride in his chest, some instinctive sense that yes, he felt complete. His heart was so full with contentment.

Harry had grown up with the idea that he would be able to clearly recognize when his soul had been etched with someone’s name, like the universe would send a lightning bolt and he would suddenly feel his home transfer from the physical into some emotional connection with another’s soul.

Yet he had known for a while - all that you were to him. It wasn’t anything worth words – the most basic, simple things of life didn’t need to be drawn out into massive explanations. He could wax poetic words like the best of them, but he hadn’t found the proper analogies for something as simple and pure as you. Whatever the universe was centered around, didn’t matter, because it had become you, for him.

Not in a massive, delusional way. More like the sunrise echoed only softly how your eyes would shine, a sky set on fire. The feeling right before a thunderstorm made him think of your movie nights together. Being wrapped up in “oodles of blankets, Haz, we need oodles” and not minding when you lit all 12 of his candles, because Tangled had so many lanterns and you wanted to mimic the lake scene.

“You’re going to need to tap into your enthusiasm tomorrow, Haz.”

Harry blinked, groggily searching through his fuzzy mind to try and figure out what the hell you were talking about. After a brief moment of expectant silence, you sighed and leaned out from your safe haven in his arms to look at him.

One eye was now completely rid of eyeliner, Harry felt certain it was on his chest somewhere, an addition to the rest of the ink already there.

“Your horoscope, H. Gotta get jazzed up for your life soon, change is coming.”

“Yeh read my horoscope?” It had never occurred to him, despite your amateur obsession with the topic, that you would read others’ daily advice. Could his heart grow any more for you?

“Course. Wanna make sure the universe is taking care of my boy,” you sounded casual, scrunching your face together in an attempt of seeming like an authority figure, but it just reminded Harry of bunnies twitching their noses.

He giggled.

“If I’m yours, I just want you taking care of me, love.”

He knew the words were coming out, it wasn’t a mistake. It could be taken completely platonically, but the hushed tone of his voice – the shred of hesitancy that clouded over the flow of conversation – transferred his stance. A moment before, he had been a source of comfort and ease, and then he suddenly became an emblem of fragility, fingers itching to reach out and touch the skin of a person they could never know every inch of, before.

The moment felt inevitable, exciting and the most natural thing in the world. Harry saw a questioning glance shade over your eyes, before registering into something he couldn’t quite place.

To put it honestly, you wanted to kiss him. In the wild, dirty sense of the word – it really wasn’t much of a rapid mental shift after Harry spoke, because the idea had been lurking just beyond the horizon of your mind all night.

To grind your hips into his and see if the bones connected as well as your souls. You wanted to kiss him because you wanted to see how he’d react if you pulled on his hair, your lips moving harshly against the stubble on his chin. See if his ears were sensitive, if marks on his neck were the key to making him moan, make his hands move faster than his brain.

You wanted to see his weaknesses and for him to see your strengths. You wanted to prove yourself to him in a way you had never before, could have never before. It echoed in your ribcage as an incessant longing, an itch you couldn’t scratch until you saw his eyes flutter closed, to see the millions of galaxies blindingly exploding on the backs of his eyelids.

But…

In the back of your mind, you knew he wouldn’t be able to remain for the commitment afterwards. To kiss him would be connected to the risk of never being able to kiss him in the same way again. Time changed people, an entire tour wouldn’t leave enough for you two to reconnect as the same individuals.

To know what could be, and to know it was possible both a beginning and an ending, caused your fingers to still from their pattern tracing his butterfly’s antennas. You were back, tucked into his side, feeling the heat radiate from his skin. Nothing had altered much in your outward countenance, or the way you kept your eyes focused on his potted daisies across the yard.

“(Y/N)…” It was strained, his eyes attached to a point on the roof so as not to be compelled to move before he knew what was on your mind. He had heard a low moan come out of your mouth as you were mentally imagining everything you could do to his body in the span of eternity, and it only made his own imagination run wild.

“C’mon, love, take what’s yours.”

So you did. Shifting yourself upwards, a bit slowly to ignore the dizzy sensation, you slotted one of your legs in between his. You two slowly took the other in, looking in the others’ eyes. His had never looked clearer, his tongue moving slowly around his lips as his eyes noticeably grew darker. He looked like a starved man, his head angled, tilting at a side to properly look at your beautiful face. He distinctly registered how red your cheeks were, how absolutely gorgeous you were at that moment.

You looked good all the time, in his truthful opinion, but it was an extraordinarily strange and surreal experience for him to realize that your beauty was so impressive to him at that moment, because it was all because of him. You were glowing because he made you feel like no one else. Harry only knew this because, for him, it was the same. You two were the same, identical cores pulsating under your breasts and echoing in your thoughts.

Like a trigger, you both set off. Tongue everywhere you could mark him, his hands grasping for anything they could manage in the suffocating exhilaration, the intoxication upping to unknown territories once he grew familiar with the taste of you. You swallowed your laughter at his excitement, how his breath became heavy and he shuddered with each bite against his collarbones.

His moans resonated in the air, sinking around the two of you and slowing down the constraints of time. The nature around you was in awe of his respiration, your gentle moans. It was something epic, beautiful, orgasmic in the natural rhythm of intimacy. Like a piano creating a melody out of thin air, he was an orchestra of harmony against your chest, his lips rushing crescendos against opening of your blouse.

“Jesus, woman,” he muttered, exasperated, as your hips swayed against his. (The bones connected, your souls connected, you didn’t know life could feel this good). You knew right then, you could fill the emptiness within his soul, patch up the wounds left by others. You could decorate his hair with flowers and make him the golden god of the universe. Because right then, everything about Harry was hypnotic, the heaviness of his eyelids, his lips swollen from pushing, biting, enveloping yours.

“Haz, you’ve got to be the most exquisite man I’ve ever known,”

You pushed his jacket off his shoulders, wrapping your fingers around his shoulders as you leaned in close to his ear. He was positively shaking, a quiet, inhuman noise escaping his throat as he slowly wrapped his hands around your waist to hold you steady. It only satisfied your theory that he was an entity beyond all humans, that the Sun would snatch him back in an instant.

“Y-yeah?” the strength of his grip wasn’t reflected in the staccato’ed pitch of his voice.

You nodded, humming a confirmation as your fingers drew close to the drawstrings of his pants, delicately brushing against the slew of tattoos littering his sides. The skin was delicate, pale under the moonlight.

Then, one of his hands reached forward to tuck between your two bodies, to wrap around your fingers. It was a gentle tug, enough for you to know he was regretful in doing so, but firm nonetheless.

“Y/N…I don’t, I don’t think that’s, it’s what we should do,” he started, seeing your gaze come up and his eyes shifted to either side of you, randomly staring at various points in his garden. You could feel his heart. It was racing.

“I have things I want to say. Before we do, I mean if we were to do-”

“Okay, Haz. We can talk, it’s fine.” you assured him, moving slightly away from his body so you wouldn’t be fully straddling the poor boy as he attempted to catch his breath. You had some straightening up to do, as well, fixing your bra straps he had somehow tangled up in his rushed motion to reach all pieces of your skin.

“Thank you.”

You were sitting on a barstool in his kitchen, an untouched glass of water on the counter. Harry had poured you one, saying you should start getting hydrated before exhaustion finally kicked in. You were fairly certain it was all his nerves, though, that he wasn’t sure what to do after what happened in the garden. He had simply reverted to the safe place of playing Host. You slouched further in your chair.

He was leaning against the counter, facing you, running his hands down his face. His jacket was securely on again, this time zipped. You were sure Harry had realized the scattered beginnings of purple markings against his chest would just make the conversation more difficult to have.

You finally sipped some water, not taking your eyes off Haz’s face, wondering why it looked so squishy as he ran his hands back up again.

You weren’t nervous exactly, to hear what he had to say. It was going to be a confession, followed by an apology. Something like, “I think you’re a great girl” followed by “I want us to stay friends.” The letdown was already etched in your mind, your body ready to respond to the rejection and take it in stride. You were never expecting Harry to truly confine himself to just being yours, not when he was ineffably Everything the creators had blessed the universe with.

(You never claimed to be subtle or hold back exaggeration, not when Harry was the most true person in your realm of existence.)

“I really like yeh,” he began, staring deeply at the floor. His hands went from tugging at the roots at the nape of his neck, to being stuffed in his pockets.

“I like you too, Haz.” You set the glass down, folding your arms and leaning against the counter. Fighting against the sinking feeling, you couldn’t let him feel sorry for you.

“No, listen for a mo’. I…” he turned his head to the side, squinting his eyes shut as he tried to find the words. They were painfully clear to him, but his mouth wasn’t in collaboration with his mind, a blockade of fear and nerves pounding through his veins.

“It’s okay, Harry,” Your words were gentle. Your heart felt heavy in your chest. It tried to fight your mind, scream out the words it scrawled against the jail of your lungs for years, the poems and odes to things as stupid as how adorable Harry was when he washed his hands before setting the kitchen table. But, hearts couldn’t win in the game of Protecting Yourself. This wasn’t some movie, it was your real life and your life wouldn’t be the same without Harry. Nothing else mattered, keeping him close was what kept you feeling sane.

You could give up loving him, if it meant he would still be there. Couldn’t you?

Being something more with Harry would feel like a waiting game for you, it was the fear that kept you from being honest with him, with yourself. You rationalized that it was the concept of not being able to have someone, the obstacle of it being firmly rooted as a friendship and thus developing into a game that had kept Harry intrigued and wrapped in the threads of your lust for him.

You weren’t necessarily low on self-confidence, but how could you keep up with someone like him? His words moved the world, and yours couldn’t even leave your thoughts. Harry Styles was the epitome of feeling alive, to you.

There was no way you could measure up.

Thinking back over the whole idea, the quick thought of confessing how his laughter was the only thing lately drawing you out of the depressed haze of reality, your bravery shrank in the cold light of sobriety.

“It wouldn’t be a good idea,” you agreed to his nonexistent response, missing the hurt confusion that trickled down his face. His spine felt cold, doubt circulating the edges of his vision. Hadn’t you wanted it too, out in the garden?

It was your turn to keep your eyes down, to proceed on with the last words you ever wanted to tell him. Or maybe second to last words, since you were apparently too scared to confess anything honest.

“You’re about to travel, you’ve got work to do. I’ve got projects coming up. It’s our time to be there for each other. Can’t do that if we’ve mucked around throwing blurred lines on the perimeters of such a great, great friendship.” The bitterness was lost in your exhaustion of saying the words, the corners of your eyes stinging and your lungs burning as you looked up.

Harry was silently staring at you, his expression unreadable. It was unnerving, making eye contact with him in this way, and you wondered, with brief anger, if he was upset you didn’t want to give him a quickie before he jetted off around the globe for months.

In reality, that didn’t seem like him, but you never claimed to be completely rational. Not when everything in life had become so difficult, so quickly.

“Yeah,” he croaked out, nodding. The words were vapid, empty, a hollow agreement.

A brief hesitation, a determination sweeping over his features. His eyes were intense, boring directly into yours and softening slightly.

“I love…”

The silence was deafening.

“Don’t, Haz.” The lump in your throat was a mountain created in seconds, a pathetic echo replaced your voice as someone you had never known before. A woman, scared of love, scared of anything remotely beyond the comfort of predictability.

A woman who had caused Harry to freeze, devastation lapsing his entire body. His shoulders slumped.

Harry looked away first, nodding again as if it was the only programmed response he had in his turned-off brain.

“I love being friends,” he finished, the words sounding warped, strangled. He had a brief coughing fit, and reached for your water, looking up to ask for permission. You nodded, pushing the glass towards him and watching as he slowly drank the rest of it. His eyes were shut tight as he drank, and the echo of heartbreak didn’t leave his posture when he put the glass in the sink.

He didn’t look you in the eye when he shuffled off his god-awful Nike sliders by the patio door.

Or when he slowly locked it, pressing the panel next to the door that set the alarm for the night.

Or when he started to walk back to his room.

All he did was pause in the hallway, between the kitchen and the space leading to his room, shifting his body slightly to indicate that yes, he was speaking to you.

“I need sleep. Jeff’ll kill me if I’m hungover on the flight tomorrow.”

Hollow pangs of desperation stung, tearing its talons against your flesh, into your throat, around your mind. Your eyes were stinging with the need to cry, but your heart yanked back the waterfall before it could begin pouring out.

You had done this on purpose, with clear intention, there was nothing wrong with wanting to stay friends. It was keeping you both safe, keeping your lives orderly and not any different from the past few years, which had been some of the most joyful and content of your life.

It was only the drinks that had made this hard, you told yourself. Everything would be fine in the morning, once you two could reasonably look this over and agree it was a drunken, confusing, mistake.

All you could manage was a mumbled, “Okay” before he continued, his back still faced to you.

“Text meh. When ‘m away. Don’t want this to make..to have made anything weird between us.”

He left.

You both knew how his earlier words were supposed to have ended, how you were supposed to repeat them back, because it was the truth.

Everything was wrong.

You were in his dark kitchen alone. Your arms wrapped around your body tightly, nails digging into your sides without any mercy. Your back was hunched over, protecting your lungs and heart from shattering. Your body knew the process as if it had been trained to deal with this. You had prepared for this, after all. You brought this on yourself.

Slowly, with the distinct impression the night had not actually happened and you would wake up wrapped in Harry’s arms as he justified his midnight cuddle sessions as “just an accident, nothing I wouldn’t do with Nick, love,” you made your way to his guest room. The door was foreign to you, never having been where you spent the night, for the entirety of your friendship with Harry.

In fact the bed was unmade, Harry having assumed that you would take his room with him because that’s just what you two did. And him not having given it proper thought after you shred his heart apart in the span of seconds, mercilessly and intentionally.

You curled into a ball on your side, the naked mattress feeling like a shell against your skin. Against the overall intense feeling of nausea that had become a tyrant in your system, an insufferable bubble of laughter pushed through.

You felt sure you made the right, moral decision to maintain your relationship with Harry - to keep it clear of assured destruction and the eventual heartbreak when he discovered the depths of your flaws. It was the smart thing to do, because you were a smart girl. You made rational decisions that protected your future, that was all you knew.

Somewhere in the house, you heard a loud bang. Something had smashed against a wall. There was a brief silence, before the crying began several rooms away.

You had never felt so alone.

Love was a fucking joke.

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Lux & Dash

Lux: Good pilgrim, praytell Lux: is your hair just like that or do you have a routine Lux: I must know Dash: what's yours naturally trying to hang like? I'll hit you with what's outta this world 🐤 Lux: full samara, senpai Lux: turn off the tube QUICK 🙄 Dash: 🤣 bummer Dash: 🥥 oil is far out on all hair types even 🔪🔪🔪 Dash: aloe vera will make her 💪 Dash: lemme 🤔🤔.... Dash: do you fuck with 🐣?? Lux 🙇 down at your feet, oh lord is the most high place! 🙌 Lux: the chooks here lay too many for us non-strict-vegans to get through Lux: save my hair AND cut down on our foodwaste? Lux: I will be ♕ and you will be ♚ Dash: 2 🥄 🥑 oil, same of 🥥 & aloe vera gel Dash: 2 raw 🥚 Dash: heat it & leave that baby on for time Dash: 30 mins ++++ Dash: 🚿 with whoever Lux: the CP of my hair is gonna rival Rapunzels Lux: 💃💃💃 Lux: I promise to never ever clock you with a 🍳 Dash: 💛👼👑 Dash: you'd be choice with her 🌺🌺🌺 look Lux: 😘 plant 🌱 for every 🌺 and compliment you gimme then we can talk about april showers coming earlier than anticipated☔️ Dash: right on Lux: Is your full name Dashiell/ can I call you that anyway Lux: because its really fitting and if you care to know I shall tell you for why Dash: it's not but if you're down I can be down too Lux: SO; here was my thought 🚄 climb aboard and ride the rails with me for a sec here Lux: Dash ➼ Dashiell ➼ meaning page boy ➼ page boy = ring bearer ➼ ring bearers of the One Ring ➼ Samwise Gamgee = you AM I RIGHT OR AM I RIGHT Dash: 🤯🤯👍 Lux: I know, allow me to scoop up the remainder your 🧠 from the ceiling and put it into a handwoven jute tote for you to take home Lux: I been knew you love food as much as him, its like 1845-49 up in here after you've come around 🥔💀 Dash: tight gestures like those 👐 gotta keep you in the groove here 🥰 Dash: trust you to pick up on a royal appetite Lux: I'm the holy daughter returned, boy Lux: only eating manna from heaven, though if anyone in this place could make a 😋 cake like back home, I'd let them eat it Dash: set to call you that when I fall in with my 🎺 but do you go by anything shorter on top? Lux: Hebrews 13:2!!! Lux: so that explains where you come from Lux: more in a cloud of smoke than holy light but they could only get so many details dead on in the good book Lux: I'm Lux, of course, X if the mood takes you but I can't make it any easier for you Dash: here to make us 👀 the light, yeah? righteous 👼 Lux: The mission of making my parents proud of me again is not one I am currently embarked upon but service to God and all his creations was always their jam Lux: supposedly Lux: but if you're here to get me to renounce my sex, along with the devil and all his works (duh), oh angelic messenger, I still have to decline Dash: aere perennius is the vibe I'm picking up from you, Lux Dash: it'd be a heavy mission Lux: You owe the world a forest for that one because words like that evoke so many cardinal sins within me Dash: do you know about 🎋? Lux: Tell me Dash: it's a tanabata tree, for wishes Dash: they set the bamboo afloat on the river or on 🔥 after the festival Lux: We must participate here Lux: and one day I will go to where the festival is meant to be and you must come because you introduced me to the magic Dash: we can go to Japan, Sao Paolo or LA, they all have 'em Lux: Of course Lux: I seem to have traveled in the wrong direction Lux: to the wrong coast and onwards Dash: at least you ain't separated from your lover by a 🌌 Dash: that's the legend that goes with the festival Lux: oh Lux: how heartbreakingly beautiful Dash: but they are allowed to meet once a year on the 7th day of the 7th lunar month Dash: it's not a total downer Lux: so young Dashiell believes it is better to taste heaven but the once than to never know it at all Lux: good Lux: I like you Dash: I try & get my kicks tasting as much as I can as often as I can Dash: though yeah, once over never Lux: can't take on the 🌌 Lux: though perhaps you can, with a name like a superhero Dash: no sweat 💪 Dash: if I don't ✂ my hair off 😏 Lux: 😱 Lux: I do have weak ankles! Lux: you avoid barbers and I'll avoid heels that are taller than... Lux: five Lux: no six inches Dash: 👌👌 Dash: if you avoid any heel I'll be able to reach you way out though Dash: no 🛹 jumps 💫 Lux: YET Lux: until you remember where you parked your chariot of fire, you give me reason to kick off my heels, and I'll happily do it Dash: 💃? Lux: Both in worn levis, both in torn T-shirts Lux: of course, that's the only way Dash: there's a tanabata song, I could sing it for you Dash: the translation at least Lux: 😻🙏 Dash: it'll be a blast Lux: 🚀🌠 Dash: have you 👀🎸? Dash: mine's MIA Lux: you can borrow my girl Lux: for one song Dash: I won't hog her like a flake, digging the trust too much Lux: you can abuse my trust just go easy on Dolores Lux: she's a folksy kinda gal, if you kick it punk rock she'll 😳😩 Dash: she'll stay 🍒💖 I'm about a gentle touch Dash: what kind are you? the words are the festival's but I don't know the 🎶 Dash: I'll make it yours, like Lux: as angelic as you look Lux: a sinner can only but hope not Lux: how about you sing it for me but play it like its yours Dash: cool with me Lux: then the song can be ours Dash: I think you're unreal Dash: the most Lux: Oh, because I am Lux: and you are perfect because you know that's a compliment Dash: this fly by of yours is gonna last some time, yeah? Lux: though not compelled by God or a power higher than my own Lux: this is where I'm meant to be Dash: me too Lux: I know Lux: I divined you out of 🌟✨☀️🌌 Dash: we planting that forest to grow together or on opposite sides? Lux: one 🌎 one 💓 Dash: roots are gonna get tangled if you keep laying down your 💓 next to mine Lux: I can grow anywhere Lux: you don't need to worry about me Dash: 🌻 Dash: you're gonna make this place better, I feel it Lux: you have family here? Lux: in the commune Dash: yeah Lux: do you like it here Dash: I love it Lux: I do too Lux: its Lux: loving Dash: when did you come through? have you met every 🐤 & 🐈? cos you should meet everyone Dash: feel all the love Lux: I've been in Dublin about... a month, two Lux: feels like forever Lux: but here I'm a total 🍒 Lux: I met Hazel completely by fate at a women's health drop-in she was running a few weeks ago, told her my story and here I am Dash: farm tour 1st 🍀 tour 2nd Lux: Coming Lux: 🎸 in tow Dash: safe Lux: and sound Lux: I'm just tryna catch a mirror moment Lux: not enough, if I had any complaints but 🤫 Dash: which room's yours? I'll make space to hang another one near Dash: then the 🌙 Lux: we'll end the tour there Lux: my contribution Dash: now that's sound Lux: Do you know about me? Dash: what about you? Lux: That I don't have girl parts Lux: I won't be accused of that kind of trickery Dash: I won't accuse you of any Lux: ☺ Dash: you set the pace, I'm in it Lux: You're keeping up spectacularly Lux: now, where does my tour start? Dash: orchard Lux: 🍏🍎🍐🍊🍋🍇🍈🍒🍑🥭 Dash: there's the best 🍏🍎 tree, easy to climb whatever shoes you're wearing Dash: you can see the whole farm from the top Lux: [Show up honey] Dash: [😍 at her we all know] Lux: [dressed hyper-femme as always and way more dressy than most here we know, doing a curtsey like 🤭] Dash: [holds out a 🍎 like he's the 🐍 & she's Eve, looking cute and tempting] Lux: [obviously taking it and taking a sassy bite] Dash: [into it obviously hand holding through this orchard tour for Winnie's sake] Lux: [gonna climb this tree] Dash: [do it kids] Lux: [gonna have to help her even though she's left the heels behind] Dash: [thankfully he's not that much of a dick that he won't, imagine just like byeeee] Lux: [😂 no one needs anyone falling out of a tree rn] Dash: [we aren't killing either of you off so just enjoy the view] Lux: ['it looks so big from up here, when you're in it, it feels...close'] Dash: ['it's big but the fam's bigger' gives her a look like you'll see, genuinely buzzing cos does love it here] Lux: [the biggest smile 'why don't you live here?'] Dash: ['my mum & dad don't, & that's their biggest drag, they ain't hip but they ain't real hassle' casually don't mention that Cosmo exists okay then] Lux: [nods 'everyone should get as much family as they can'] Dash: ['you can meet 'em too, it's cool'] Lux: [excited puppy look like really?!] Dash: ['my mum used to be a rad skater & now she sits around bench racing at her own bone yard, it's a good space to hang loose'] Lux: [just listening like no way! 'what about your dad?'] Dash: ['he's more easily bugged, we don't always vibe, but shit stays chill'] Lux: ['yeah but what did he used to be? before he got old and boring too'] Dash: ['he played football' with a shrug cos so uninterested we know] Lux: ['ooh, was he famous?'] Dash: ['not really'] Lux: ['bummer'] Dash: ['you wanna be famous?'] Lux: [is thinking like hmm 'I don't NOT want it but its not my number one all-time dream...not even top ten'] Dash: ['what is?'] Lux: [puts her index fingers to the corners of his mouth to make him smile] Dash: [laughs] Lux: ['you?'] Dash: ['I'm thinking we should start a band' shout out to Ali your lowkey grandma] Lux: [a look like um yes, how have you not and putting three fingers up to let him know its made the list] Dash: [starts to climb down like come on, so much to see] Lux: ['don't ditch me!' and running after him] Dash: [takes her all around the vegetable patches next, introducing her to any peeps they come across] Lux: [living laughing loving honestly we can skip] Dash: [imagine all the cute animals they would have, I hope none of them die in the fire I'll cry] Lux: [lmao animals usually bolt when fire so they should be fine, unless they then get hit by cars or some shit] Dash: [I'm saying they are all A okay bitch] Dash: [post tour skip] Dash: gotta hit home Dash: later? Lux: Undoubtedly 😊 Dash: we'll jam Dash: 🤔 band names Lux: I'll throw it out there Lux: I wonder if anyone can drum drum Lux: not just drum circle Lux: I'll ask that too Dash: I'm jazzed Lux: 🎺 Dash: you play the harp 👼? Lux: ☺😋💕 Lux: If only Lux: there are bass' and banjos and plenty of acoustics Lux: I'll go thrifting and see if I can find one Dash: wait for me Lux: we should see how many wild instruments we can find Lux: one for everyone Dash: your 🧠⚙️ is far out Lux: but not far enough you can't reach me Dash: 🌌 can't stop me, yeah? Lux: nope Lux: not as long as you got that hair Dash: [selfie like it's still there] Lux: Thank God Lux: don't need to 😢 today Dash: you don't need to cry any day baby Lux: Keep me smiling Dash: I've got you Dash: we all have Lux: 💕 Lux: I really thought I knew family and community before this, you know Lux: but I was wrong then and this is better Dash: right on Lux: You're adorable Dash: I've got 👀 for you too Lux: I know Lux: your 👀 are like Lux: coffee Dash: 🧠⚙💖 Dash: yours are like jumping into a river Dash: they get bluer the deeper you go Lux: oh Lux: I think I want you back here now Lux: where did you go again Dash: 🛹🗲 Dash: my parents place Dash: you wanna meet me there? Lux: I'm not in the mood to meet your parents right this second, forgive me Lux: but by the time I've finished dinner here and 🚲 over Lux: sounds good Dash: idk if they're there cos I'm not yet Lux: so we can be alone alone Lux: that'd be novel Dash: yeah Dash: it feels like so much empty space Dash: for the number of bodies who live in it Lux: do you feel lonely there Dash: nah, it's got a good feel Dash: I grew up in it Lux: That's a feel you can't buy Dash: I'll show you my 👶📸 Dash: they're wild Lux: you musta been so cute Lux: your face is still 👶 now Dash: no ✂ then either Lux: so mowgli Dash: oh no, is this a trippy topic for you? Dash: I didn't think Lux: it's okay, I like hearing about happy kids Lux: its a sin to be envious of or covet other people's happiness Dash: Lux Lux: 😊? Dash: I don't think I believe in sin Dash: so if you wanna harsh on my good vibes, you know, I won't be 😡 Lux: Oh, sin is very real, its just whether you believe you'll be punished for the sins that are written about Lux: I appreciate you but I've got nothing to be 😡 about either Lux: 🤞 Dash: you can hit me with a shut up any time Dash: I'll still dig you Lux: I enjoy our conversations Dash: yeah? Lux: absolutely Lux: you're a beautiful 🐺 boy Dash: you're the most beautiful 🦊 Lux: never stone cold Dash: nah, the hottest Lux: I feel it Dash: 👍 it's the mood you gotta stay in Lux: with you around, that shouldn't be a problem Dash: we'll keep vibing Lux: did you like it Dash: you want me to say what I know you could tell Dash: I'll write you a 🎶 Lux: First hit for the band? Lux: I'll be famous after-all Dash: I've been listening Dash: I understand what you want Lux: and you're gonna give it to me Dash: that's my action for sure Lux: roll 20 please Dash: come be alone with me Lux: dash dash dash Lux: you're so pretty and fun and cool and I want you again Dash: [sends her the deets to where his house is] Lux: so far Lux: I must like you huh 😏 Dash: yeah it's a drag where I live Dash: but it's new heights that you like me Dash: 🚀💕 Lux: why wouldn't I? Dash: idk Dash: do you know about me? Lux: I know enough to like you Lux: what do you think would make me unlike you Lux: let's compare Dash: it's not all laid back the shit that other girls say Lux: you're a 💔 Dash: I'm not out here making a game of it like that Dash: but it's happened for real Lux: Oh dear Dashiell Lux: my heart was broken long before I got here Lux: and I've had to severe and untangle roots so much deeper than yours could ever be Lux: I told you, there's no need to worry about me, you can't hurt me Dash: that's fucked up Lux: Perhaps Dash: can I make it any better? Lux: no Lux: but that's okay Lux: now is better, there's no need to fix what's been Dash: I wasn't being plastic before, you're home now Lux: I feel it Lux: I have no choice but to give up my old definition but I'm less scared and 😢 at the prospect of the redefinition now, forced though it was Dash: it'll be okay Dash: we'll make it happen that it's only that Dash: or like better Lux: you're not a bad person Lux: I can tell Dash: if I'm someone you like, I'm cool with it Lux: good Lux: I need people right now, you know Dash: everyone at the farm, they'll be what you need Dash: they are for me Lux: what do you need them for? Dash: a blast Dash: my other fam want me to change some shit I do Lux: 🚀👌 Lux: I get that Lux: is it stuff you can't change or don't wanna Dash: idk if I recognise the difference Lux: sounds like a can't, then Dash: stepping into new 👟 feels like a bad scene Dash: I fuck with the ones I've worn in Lux: That's up to you Lux: I like new shoes Lux: maybe they're just worried your feet are getting all scrunched outta place Dash: yours are groovy though Dash: not handed down Dash: they fit you Lux: I had to steal 'em though Lux: and when my dad found 'em they sent me away Dash: a 🦊 like I said Lux: have you seen the fox and the hound? Dash: nah Dash: it's disney yeah? Lux: Yep Lux: I'm gonna make you watch it Dash: I'm about netflix & chill Lux: We'll chill first Lux: its real sad Lux: 😭 Dash: I be trying to chill with you nonstop though Dash: how bad do you want me to 👀 at things other than you Lux: 🤭 Lux: maybe your cinematic education can wait Lux: if we're truly to make the most of alone alone time Dash: lay it on me that I'm an ugly crier another day Dash: we're making beautiful things happen Lux: you're Lux: just like Lux: seraphic Dash: around you, I gotta be Lux: nu-uh Lux: I can't tell Lux: I fell out of God's favour like a long time ago Dash: you can tell Dash: you're still 👼 Dash: the fallen ones were the most beautiful anyway, yeah? Dash: god's a jealous 🐈 Lux: All angels are beautifulc Lux: and genderless actually, like God Lux: beyond our limited understanding, better Dash: cool Lux: for them Lux: its self-idolatry if you want it for yourself Lux: 🚫 Dash: if I want you for myself, what sin is that? Lux: you actually wanna know? 'cos I've always thought this particular subset of sins sounds unintentionally hot Dash: I'm listening intently Lux: peccata clamantia Lux: The sins that cry to Heaven for Vengeance 🤤 Lux: they're the ones that God will deliver his justice upon, lots of people only know about the seven deadly Lux: but they're the least serious, actually Dash: shit Lux: guess that's why it feels so good Lux: shall we? Dash: 🌌 & god trying to stop us but I'm 💪 Lux: you want me Dash: yeah Lux: then you can have me Dash: show up Lux: I am Lux: ⏲ Dash: right now though Lux: if only my bike had wings Dash: that can be your festival wish Dash: mine too cos I've waited fucked up amounts of time for you Lux: 💡 Lux: your mind, boy Lux: though patience is evidently not your virtue, I'm not mad about it Lux: at all Dash: idc about virtues if you're a sin Lux: you're making me all pink Dash: it's a beautiful colour for you Lux: you're the loveliest 🐺 I've ever known Dash: I wanna be Lux: you are baby Dash: you're like a song I can't get out of my head Dash: & it's the most Dash: I'm so connected to every word Lux: You make me feel really...high but it that warm, soft focus way where there's no bad thoughts or feelings at all, no doubt or regret or shame creeping in, just the good washing over you again and again, like that split-second after you cum but Lux: prolonged Lux: its crazy, you're crazy Dash: we can live in it Lux: lets Dash: I'm in Lux: 🎡🎢🎠 Dash: 🎪🤹 Lux: 🤡 Dash: 🦁🐯 Lux: 🐘 Dash: 🍿 Lux: 🥜 Dash: 🐿️ Lux: 😱 Lux: how could you Mr Squirell Dash: he's gotta eat Lux: He could've just asked Dash: he don't know you like that Dash: thought you'd say nah Dash: I tried to persuade him he wasn't right on & you're 👍 but I must not 🗨🐿 Lux: 😂 Lux: he's more than likely from my homeland, I'll speak to him Lux: can't understand your accent Dash: gabh mo leithscéal Lux: 🤗 what did you say?! Dash: pardon me Dash: is 🗨🍀 on your list? Lux: I've always wanted to Lux: no one at my father's church really spoke it Lux: or would teach me if they did Lux: will you? Dash: my mum taught me Dash: hers never spoke it either Dash: your turn to bring me an 🍎 Dash: but yeah Lux: 😣 damn Lux: someone else here might, I've heard loads of languages flying about Dash: eu também sei português Dash: also from that side of the fam Lux: I 👀 that Dash: Arlo & his brother & sisters are my cousins Lux: Ahh Lux: that's cool Lux: they're so cute Dash: there's many more but they don't live at the farm Dash: you have to catch 'em when they fly by Lux: I'll be sure to do that Lux: do they all have lots of kids, how are there so many Lux: no offense Dash: started with 11 Dash: & most of 'em had 👶s Lux: ELEVEN Lux: 🤔💡 Lux: are you mormons? Dash: 🌼 children ☮ Dash: it was a big-ish fam before that though 👵 had 8 Dash: & she's no hippie Lux: why are you an only-child? Dash: I'm not Dash: I've got an older brother Lux: oh, me too! Lux: he's 13 years older Lux: I was a miracle mistake baby Lux: where's yours Dash: at ⚽ training I think Dash: that's his bag Lux: oh he's not 👴 Lux: you didn't mention him before Dash: he's 18 months + on me Dash: but we're in different 🌌 Lux: I feel you Lux: it musta been nice when you were kids though Lux: I loved when there were kids in the congregation but people always moved on, from God or physically Dash: nah, it's been hassle from the jump Dash: he's 🏆🥇💪 Dash: I'm 💫🚀👀 Lux: you don't like him huh Dash: he's a drag Dash: we're usually jiving 🥊 there's no ☮ & 💓 Dash: messes with my equilibrium Lux: You gotta protect yourself Lux: I get it Dash: I knew you would Lux: 'course Lux: its the same with my brother and my mom Lux: they still 💓 me but they can't see me Dash: do you 💓 'em? Lux: oh of course Lux: they're my family Dash: do you wish you could see 'em? Lux: I wish I still lived with them Lux: but I understand why I can't Dash: do you get to 🗨? Lux: no Dash: can't you? if your dad didn't find out? Lux: No Lux: not unless I'm going to make efforts, make changes Lux: and I can't and that's two eternal sins Lux: at least Lux: could make a case for 3 Lux: so they have to turn away, you see Lux: they all love me but there's nothing they can do until I do Dash: I'm sorry Dash: that everything's so heavy for you Lux: you don't need to be sorry Lux: not your transgressions Dash: but I don't want you to change Dash: & idc if it's a sin Lux: you're sweet Lux: they just want to save me from hell Dash: we're gonna have to live forever Dash: to save you Lux: We better find the philosopher's stone Lux: or the fountain of youth Dash: the 🐿 will help Dash: he digs you now Lux: he's a wizard Lux: knew it 😏 Dash: most animals have magic Lux: true facts Dash: 🦊s who are unreal 👼s especially Lux: you're such a flirt Lux: 😋 Dash: yeah 😏 Dash: that's my magic 😍💖 Lux: I can't disagree Dash: 💭😘 Lux: you can dream 'til I get there Dash: I'm 👀 for your 🚲 Lux: I'm meant to be up on the balcony, not you Lux: love some role reversal Dash: yo don't be on the rebound, Romeo 💔 Lux: awh you jealous Dash: 🤣 Dash: of someone you forget at the start of the play as soon as you 🕰 me? nah baby Dash: but it's salty to the other 💘 Lux: It saves her life Lux: she's fine, honestly, thriving Dash: okay then yeah, I am jealous Dash: of her thrive Lux: poor boy Dash: it's no bummer, like Dash: she ain't gonna be immortal, that's me & you Dash: our fam Lux: there's only so much magic to go around Dash: however much there is, we gotta use it right Lux: 🎺 that's holy decree Dash: & royal 👑 Lux: okay sweet prince Lux: 🤭 Dash: if I go solo from the band, there's an outta sight name Lux: you could do so many covers 💜 Dash: it'd be groovy Dash: but I ain't leaving the group Lux: not before its started Lux: have some loyalty, boy Dash: yo not ever Lux: we gonna do a blood oath Dash: use your hair as a 🔪 before the 🥑 & 🥥 hits Dash: or the ✂ I don't Lux: 😂 you're horrible Lux: and its far too limp for that Dash: nah your hair is 💣 Lux: ☺ Lux: really Dash: yeah Lux: it grew quite fast Dash: 🔮✨ Lux: I'm gonna grow it as long as I can Dash: there might be a better recipe Dash: I'll 🗨 to every 🐤 on the farm Lux: I wish I had curls like them too Lux: most of them Lux: alas Dash: you can borrow mine Lux: you're the bestest friend in the whole 🌌 Dash: 🤞🤝👐 Lux: let down your long hair then Lux: I think I've arrived Dash: [let her in and give her a house tour boy] Lux: [we clearly need Cosmo to come back like Dash did in that convo jussayin] Dash: [payback tbh so yeah we do] Lux: [she'd just be chatting up a storm, awks] Dash: [casually steer her to your room as fast as you can like] Lux: [just being like wanna come watch fox and the hound lmao] Dash: [she's so cute bye] Lux: [at least Cosmo won't be rude to you, even if he is like umm] Dash: [just thinks she's high probably] Lux: [most likely] Dash: [rude but fair] Lux: [when is your brother not as far as you're concerned] Dash: [exactly dr phil] Lux: [anything else we wanna though?] Dash: [we know what's up I think we can post it]

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hellzyeahthewebwieldingavenger · 6 years ago

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Marvel Team-Up Volume 4 #2 Thoughts

Things get a little better and a little worse this issue

With the shakey set up out of the way Eve Ewing gets to dive into what she and fans were actually looking forward to from this arc, Freaky Friday with Spidey and Ms. Marvel.

The results are again...mixed.

The art work is again nice and the typical Freaky Friday tropes played with in the story, whilst modest and not explored nearly as much as they could be, are touched upon enough to illicit a laugh or two.

The best moment is probably seeing Peter in Kamala’s body appreciate seeing Kamala in his body have fun with his powers. The subtext is it gives him some perspective on how cool it is to be Spider-Man really.

Another area the book succeeded in was deciding to dedicate the whole issue to the 2 protagonists living through one another’s lives as opposed to having other stuff distract from that.

The positives kind of end there though.

Like last issue Ewing pulls the dirty trick of introducing us to some important information about Spider-Man’s life that’s never (to my recollection) been mentioned before.

As bad as it was to say Peter had an old friend we’d never heard of last issue, this issue establishes that he took precautions to never again have his body swapped like in Superior Spider-Man.

There are a few issues with this.

First of all, whilst it’s nice and would be in character for Peter to do that, it makes him look foolish and irresponsible in the main titles for seemingly never doing that. indeed I can all but guarantee this piece of information will be forgotten or ignored in the main titles if anything akin to a body swap occurred again. Prior to this issue we presumed Peter didn’t take precautions but also that he didn’t do that because there was no way for him to do so.

Second of all, it’s really, really disingenuous for something as important as that to have just happened off panel without a mention until now and a mention in a title that is neither a Spider-Man centric title and isn’t even edited by the Spidey office.

Third of all it doesn’t even make sense. Doc Ock never actually swapped his and Peter’s minds literally. He created copies of their minds, uploaded his into Peter’s body and vice versa. The implication from this story seems to be that in fact Peter and Kamala are literally having their consciousnesses transferred back and forth.

Speaking of which, maybe issue #3 will address this but the fact that Peter and Kamala are swapping back and forth seems...contrived; as does Kamala’s neighbours happening to be away for awhile and happening to give her a key.

It seems like a conceit of the story invented just so that Peter wouldn’t have to pretend to be Kamala in front of her parents.

On the one hand that robs us of a lot of potential comedy and shenanigans. On the other the idea that Kamala’s family will be able to deduce something is seriously wrong is very likely and needs to be addressed.

However rather than go that contrived route I don’t see why Ewing didn’t just cut out the middle man and either have the swap happen on the weekend when Kamala could more reasonably not have to spend a night at home or, if she really wanted to have Peter go back to school, have the swap happen after Kamala leaves home at the start of the day but before she gets to school.

Off the top of my head you could have it be that the explosion doesn’t immediately swap them but that they wake up or en route to school/work get hit with the swap. Or have Dr. Rosario’s lecture occur in Jersey thus giving Peter a reason to be there and then Peter as Kamala has to get back to school for the rest of the day.

Putting all this aside perhaps the biggest sin of the story is the fact that it does the Freaky Friday trope but doesn’t really explore much of the obvious issues in this specific scenario.

Typically the Freaky Friday trope occurs between people of the same genders, and somewhat less typically of the same race.

Here the focus is upon the different AGES of Peter compared to Kamala.

Okay sure that’s a dynamic in play in this scenario, but surely Peter reliving High school or Kamala being thrust into the adult world of bills and job interviews is waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay less significant than Kamala reacting to how different it is being a white man with a penis or Peter reacting to how different it is being a Pakistani, Muslim girl with breasts and a vagina.

I’m not saying the story should be graphic about this but it’s really disingenuous and unrealistic to set up this scenario and then pretend either of these characters would be more focussed upon being younger/older than being different genders, races and how they get treated differently as a result.

I’m not asking for a sermon about racism, sexism, privilege etc, but just...I’m just asking the story to be believable and realistic. Realistically those issues would not just pop up but be much bigger concerns.

They don’t even try to raise the question of consent in this scenario. We focus more upon secret identities than even giving a throwaway line about Peter and Kamala consenting to let one another use their bodies to change clothes or go to the bathroom. That just happens and we don’t mention it.

Again, this doesn’t have to be graphic, it can even be funny without being crude, but like...just talk about it. Even that Ultimate Spider-Man arc with Wolverine and Spidey swapping bodies kind of touched on these topics a little and that was over 15 years ago.

The most we get is Peter noticing he got one racist comment and having a period, but it’s just glossed over a scene later. Peter meanwhile doesn’t get to teach Kamala about the perils of adult life, which is weird because at face value this is both their stories so you’d think Ewing would keep things ‘even’ in that way. More significantly really this is Kamala’s book but it leans towards Peter learning about being a girl of colour?????* Shouldn’t the focus be more on Kamala in this regard?**

What’s also weird is that the book tries and fails to give Kamala a taste of what being a man is like by painting the perils of shaving as the closest male equivalent to a period.

Let’s put a side a debate about whether that’s true, or indeed how the comparison is cliché.

My bigger question is...Kamala just...knows how to shave?

My even bigger question is...Kamala shaves incorrectly and it causes her to bleed...on a time delay?

Huh?

Yeah in the issue she starts bleeding during an interview because she cut herself shaving but that’s not how that works.

Yeah you can bleed AGAIN later if you cut yourself shaving but it’s written to imply she didn’t start bleeding until that moment when...surely she would’ve been bleeding beforehand when she initially cut herself.

Additionally there is this odd panel where Kamala is admiring Peter’s muscles in a mirror and being upbeat about being an adult...Maybe I’m being dense but how does that translate. I’ve got huge manly biceps...being an adult is awesome. What? It’s a twin of another panel on the same page where Peter as Kamala starts skipping for joy because...he’s young? And this is referred to as ‘the thing’?

Is that a thing?

Do teenagers typically skip for joy to school or anywhere for that matter?

I think the implication is that he’s relishing youthful energy as in an earlier panel he’s happy his knees aren’t aching. But that still doesn’t add up. As Spider-Man his powers afford him a lot of energy and that includes immense leaping abilities. Skipping isn’t something he couldn’t do or that would hurt him. it doesn’t even jive in the issue as Kamala never complains about aches and pains an clearly relishes her newfound acrobatic prowess.

Oh and on this same double page spread Kamala as Peter buys five scratchcards. What the Hell Kamala? When did Peter give you permission to waste his obviously limited funds? Like on the same two pages she took notice of his bills and his job interview.

There is also this weird characterization thing whenever Peter is in Kamala’s body where he suddenly becomes less like Spider-Man and more ‘the intellectual who speaks in a more high brow way but it’s funny because his appearance is at odds with that’. Like he puts his thumb on his chin as he thinks about and postulates about science stuff and talks about the nectar of the Gods when applying lip gloss. What gives?

Finally there is a bit of mischaracterization regarding one another’s secret identities.

Kamala in Spider-Man’s body immediately unmasks in spite of Peter’s protests, then he does the same against her protests to keep things fair.

Now not to be too harsh on Ewing in this scenario inevitably Kamala and Peter would need to unmask one another. In this sense you can cut Peter a little slack as he probably knows it’s going to be next to impossible to go about in Kamala’s body without seeing her real face.

But Kamala seems...rather out of character here. No expert on her character but given how she has her own secret identity would she really so cavalierly violate someone else’s...when they are asking her not to...and then she employs a double standard and asks them not to violate her own identity?

I really don’t buy this at all.

Again you could argue Peter’s actions were a little more justified but at face value it seems he was just being petty.

All in all...I guess this is worth a read for a few laughs and if you just wanna see some of the wackiness with this kind of scenario but over all it has a lot of problems.

P.S. Another issue with this...er...issue, as well as the last one was Ewing for some reason having dialogue that plainly should be though captions just spoken out loud. Why?

*Also is it just me or is it really weird that from now on its canon that Spider-Man knows what a period feels like and loves the taste of cotton candy flavoured lip gloss? If nothing else that’s gotta be something that will be on Spidey listicals in the future right?

**And yet in other ways the focus is more on Kamala, everything happens in Jersey City, it’s rooted in her status quo and supporting cast. Which again is a problem in one sense since this is at face value both her and Peter’s story but more realistically it’s her story, this is her secondary title.

#Eve L. Ewing #Spider-Man #Peter Parker #Kamala Khan #ms marvel #ms. marvel

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e8luhs · 6 years ago

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HERE’S TO LIFE.

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TRACKLIST & ANNOTATIONS UNDER THE CUT! (last edited 04.18.19)

I. WALK, DON’T RUN / THE VENTURES

[instrumental]

II. SON OF A GUN / ERIC WILLIAM MORRIS

my favorite comic book, favorite comic book, favorite comic book about a guy whose hand's a hook, guy whose hand's a hook, guy whose hand's a hook and he's got blood on all his shirts, blood on all his shirts, blood on all his shirts cause everything he feels he hurts, things he feels he hurts, everything he hurts

III. ACTION MOVIE HERO BOY / LEMON DEMON

i gotta figure out where mommy keeps the dynamite i'll get some measuring tape so i can time it right i know it's dangerous, i know you're thinking i am a fool but it's the only chance i'll ever get to look so cool

IV. THE SHARK FIGHTER! / THE AQUABATS!

i gots me a knife, a bandanna and a topaz necklace yeah, i'm extremely reckless: i ride an otter like a motorcycle! yeah, i'm not kidding, man! yeah, i'm not kidding, man! i’m not kidding, man! you know i’m just a... shark fighter, toughest man in the sea! shark fighter, with his wavy blond hair flowing so freely

V. MR. REBEL / THE SURFARIS

[instrumental]

VI. KING OF THE BEACH / WAVVES

let the sun burn my eyes let it burn my back at the beach in my dreams but you still...

VII. FEEL IT STILL / PORTUGAL. THE MAN

ooh woo, i'm a rebel just for kicks, now i been feeling it since 1966, now might be over now, but i feel it still

VIII. HATE TO SAY I TOLD YOU SO / THE HIVES

do what i want 'cause i can, and if i don't because i wanna be ignored by the stiff and the bored, because i'm gonna spit and retrieve 'cause i give and receive because i want to gonna get through your head, what the mystery man said because i'm gonna

IX. PIZZA HEROES / LEMON DEMON

when you need a disk of oven baked bliss (we always deliver!) 24-hour pizza pie power (we always deliver!) rain or shine (aaaah!) sleet or snow (aaaah!)

X. KIDS / MGMT

control yourself take only what you need from it a family of trees wanting to be haunted

XI. HOTTO DOGGU / SHAWN WASABI

[instrumental]

XII. WAVEFORMS / DJANGO DJANGO

touch it, break it, shake it, yeah take it apart and break it, yeah try to rearrange it, yeah couldn't recreate it, yeah

XIII. DIVE / COAST MODERN

sunrise over my shoulder, reflected in your eyes untied, we do what we wanna drifting in the wind, don't know where this will end up there's a fire in my head going wild over things we did can't believe it, am i dreaming i just feel like, this ain't real life, whoa

XIV. POPPIN’ A WHEELIE! / THE AQUABATS!

i like long walks on the beach and i like the feel of sand on my feet yeah i like nature just fine from time to time i like those video games and i like most airplanes and trains i like nice weather but there’s something so much better

XV. SECRET AGENT MAN / THE VENTURES

[instrumental]

XVI. BONETROUSLE / TOBY FOX

[instrumental]

XVII. THE ULTIMATE SHOWDOWN OF ULTIMATE DESTINY / LEMON DEMON

this is the ultimate showdown of ultimate destiny good guys, bad guys, and explosions as far as the eye can see and only one will survive, i wonder who it will be this is the ultimate showdown of ultimate destiny

XVIII. WE DIDN’T START THE FIRE / BILLY JOEL

we didn't start the fire it was always burning since the world's been turning we didn't start the fire no we didn't light it but we tried to fight it

XIX. THE THREE OF US / STREETLIGHT MANIFESTO

i will never defend the men who make amends with any enemy’s friends, i will never pretend i will never bow down to another man even when everyone’s saying i’ve sinned, i will never repent

XX. ABRASIVE

[instrumental]

XXI. 10,000 EMERALD POOLS / BORNS

i'll make a living, trying to get away ten thousand fathoms, under a tidal wave it can never pull me away no way

XXII. KISS / PRINCE

ain't no particular sign I'm more compatible with i just want your extra time and your kiss

XXIII. SUMMERTIME CLOTHES / ANIMAL COLLECTIVE

it covers my rest with a saccharine sheen kissing the wind through my window screen the restlessness calls us, that i cannot hide so much on my mind that it spills outside

XXIV. SPICY BOYFRIEND / SHAWN WASABI

[instrumental]

XXV. FIRELIGHT / KUBBI

[instrumental]

XXVI. GOLDEN SKANS / KLAXONS

light touched my hands in a dream of golden skans from now on, you can forget all future plans night touched my hands with the turning, golden skans from the night to the light, all plans are golden in your hands

XXVII. HAWAII FIVE-O / THE VENTURES

[instrumental]

XXVIII. WOLF LIKE ME / TV ON THE RADIO

my mind has changed my body's frame, but, God, I like it my heart's aflame my body's strained, but, God, I like it

XXIX. EASY TIGER / PORTUGAL. THE MAN

but it's hard to see clouds when you're 6 feet underground keep building a house then tearing it down

XXX. THE END OF YOU TOO / METRONOMY

[instrumental]

XXXI. MASTERPIECE THEATRE III / MARIANAS TRENCH

i got a new disease in me i got a friend that's losing sleep i take it hard, it's hard to take i'm wide awake i'm wide awake

XXXII. HOW FAR WE’VE COME / MATCHBOX TWENTY

i'm waking up at the start of the end of the world, but its feeling just like every other morning before, now i wonder what my life is going to mean if it's gone the cars are moving like a half a mile an hour and i started staring at the passengers who're waving goodbye can you tell me what was ever really special about me all this time?

XXXIII. LOST IT TO TRYING / SON LUX

what will we do now? we've lost it to trying we've lost it to trying

XXXIV. BURN YOUR LIFE DOWN / BLEACHERS

you lay awake in the night, just staring at the ceiling above pulling pieces of it out is such a waste of time keep on fighting to remember that nothing is lost in the end when you burn, burn, burn your life down

XXXV. CONTENT / JOYWAVE

i'm searching for the difference between what content and content can bring maybe they're no different 'cause they look the same maybe i'm just an algorithm with a given name but trying to find the difference

XXXVI. BLOODFLOOD / ALT-J

a wave, an awesome wave that rushes skin and widens in flooded veins breathe in, exhale i’ve poked a nerve; he’ll slap me like a whale

XXXVII. DOUSED / DIIV

now you've gone so far, you really had to get away you knew it in your lifetime running to it acting like you've come so far, the bed you made yourself, and this house, and me, are all falling apart

XXXVIII. LABYRINTH / MIRACLE MUSICAL

in the rear, i can see the beast getting close surrounded by ghosts in a cloud of smoke the smoke reeks of failure, i don't want to fail but all the stairwells lead straight to hell

XXXIX. APOCALYPSE DREAMS / TAME IMPALA

are you too terrified to try your best? just to end up with an educated guess like success like those times you wake up mystified

XL. CONSTANT CONVERSATIONS / PASSION PIT

now you're standing in the kitchen, and you're pouring out my drink well there's a very obvious difference, and it's that one of us can think if there's a bump in the road yeah you'd fix it, but for me i'll just run off the road but tonight you've got me cornered, and i haven't got a place to go

XLI. TONGUES / JOYWAVE

the palms are down, i'm welcomed back to town sometimes i feel like they don't understand me i hear their mouths making foreign sounds sometimes i think they're all just speaking tongues

XLII. KINDA BONKERS / ANIMAL COLLECTIVE

i'm tryna reach out to you yes, i'm talking to you, you're the one in the room we'll share a moment, let's meet we're a fire with heat you didn't know, not me we all start suddenly and get carried so far away

XLIII. DIVINA / TORO Y MOI

[instrumental]

XLIV. ARE YOU WHAT YOU WANT TO BE? / FOSTER THE PEOPLE

with all these things i wait for revelation these things make me want to duck for cover with all these things i wait for revolution these things ask the biggest question to me and it's are you what you want to be... so are you what you want to be?

XLV. GUYS EYES / ANIMAL COLLECTIVE

so i used my mind and i used my hand it was what i want to do i really don't know what to do if my body should want to what i want

XLVI. THE SUBURBS (CONTINUED) / ARCADE FIRE

if i could have it back all the time that we wasted i’d only waste it again

XLVII. TERATOLOGY / THE PHYSICS HOUSE BAND

[instrumental]

XLVIII. WAVES / PORTUGAL. THE MAN

no one cares about the waves at the bottom of the ocean and at the bottom of the ocean it's always blue no one will remember cause nothing lasts forever and everybody's looking for somebody to use

XLIX. A MOMENT OF SILENCE / STREETLIGHT MANIFESTO

so tell me: how long do you think you can go before you lose it all? before they call your bluff and watch you fall? i don't know, but i'd like to think i had control at some point, but i let it go and lost my soul sit tight, but the revolution's years away i'm losing faith and i'm running low on things to say so, i guess i have no choice but to regurgitate the tired anthem of a loser and a hypocrite

L. SUPERMAN / GOLDFINGER

i'm trying to keep the ground on my feet it seems the world is falling down around me the nights are long i'm singing this song to try and make the answers more than maybe

LI. BELIEVE / THE BRAVERY

so give me something to believe 'cause i am living just to breathe and i need something more to keep on breathing for so give me something to believe

LII. IS THIS IT / THE STROKES

is this it... is this it?

LIII. WATCH IT CRASH / TOH KAY

we can't just blame it on our mothers claim everything they did was always wrong and there ain't not turning back when our train is off its track and there's nothing we can do but watch it crash and there ain't no right and wrong when we know it won't be long and there's nothing we can do but watch it crash

LIV. THE MALL AND MISERY / BROKEN BELLS

i know what I know, but nothing will fill the hole so let your mind go (let my mind go) straight down the runway does one want to get more used to, the mall and misery? (the mall and the misery) the dead mouths it costs to be alive

LV. SICKOS / HARLEM SHAKES

if there's a bomb in your hand, just throw it if the ground's too hot, just run this place is filled with sickos! this place is filled with sickos!

LVI. THE GREAT ESCAPE / WE ARE SCIENTISTS

i'm making my escape, making my escape tell myself that everything's in shape everything's in shape, but me how long can we stay, how long can we stay? tell myself that everything is great everything is great, well how am i doing?

LVII. DIAMOND HEAD / THE SURFARIS

[instrumental]

LVIII. SAVE YOURSELF ILL HOLD THEM BACK / MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE

we could leave this world, leave it all behind we could steal this car if your folks don't mind we could live forever if you've got the time, oh, oh, oh

LIX. UNREST IN THE HOUSE OF LIGHT / THE PROTOMEN

a time is coming, and i must warn you though it's something that you may not understand, they can't be saved by just one man and I am sorry, because i was wrong and I'd take away the weight his shoulders had to bear, because when he fell i was the only one that cared you need to know, you are not him, his fight's not yours!

LX. WILL DO / TV ON THE RADIO

anytime will do, my love anytime will do, no choice of words will break me from this rule anytime will do, my love anytime will do, what choice of words will take me back to you?

LXI. HUGGIN & KISSIN / BIG BLACK DELTA

pushing and shoving, hugging and kissing all of the time all over again

LXII. TRAINWRECK 1979 / DEATH FROM ABOVE 1979

so now i follow it around the world i can’t keep up the story never ends as long as we have blood and cuts

LXIII. INACTION / WE ARE SCIENTISTS

counting on my relative friends when this keeps coming up again and again if everybody knows how it's gonna end why doesn't someone stop me?

LXIV. AMERICAN HERO / RAINBOW KITTEN SURPRISE

i would do anything to hear you say “there goes an american hero”, darling call the press and tell 'em all "he's got a front page picture face with all of the amenities”

LXV. GHOULS / WE ARE SCIENTISTS

can't help but feel attacked, what's that supposed to mean? i know i won't relax or act like it's no big deal this happens all the time, it's kind of our routine but we all recognize that i'm the problem here

LXVI. VIOLET RAYS / THE SMASHING PUMPKINS

spells fall frail webs catching sail in eternal eternities divine purpose catching free

LXVII. CARRY ME / JOYWAVE

tonight, i think i might explode yeah, nothing's right, nothing's right comfort me until the sun arrives

LXVIII. BAMBI / TOKYO POLICE CLUB

i wanna tell you there's a really good reason why i came down easy, spinning threads to your throne a tiny kingdom at the bottom of the trees where i was always a winner and i was barely alone

LXIX. WETSUIT / THE VACCINES

if at some point we all succumb for goodness sake, let us be young 'cause time gets harder to outrun, and i'm nobody, i'm not done with a cool, cool breeze and dirty knees, i rest on childhood memories we all got old at breakneck speed slow it down, go easy on me

LXX. AFRICA / TOTO

the wild dogs cry out in the night as they grow restless, longing for some solitary company i know that i must do what's right as sure as Kilimanjaro rises like olympus above the serengeti i seek to cure what's deep inside, frightened of this thing that i've become

LXXI. THE HOUSE OF THE RISING SUN / THE ANIMALS

oh mother, tell your children not to do what i have done spend your lives in sin and misery in the house of the rising sun

LXXII. THE OTHER SIDE / WOODKID

boy i was shaped for the fury now i pay the price of the human race's vice and i was promised the glorious ending of a knight but the crown is out of sight

LXXIII. RIDING THE FOURTH WAVE / STREETLIGHT MANIFESTO

[instrumental]

LXXIV. 4TH DIMENSIONAL TRANSITION / MGMT

i feel your racing heart, my liquid silver arms extended these waves aren't far apart black gold in claw foot tubs, unchanging i am fire, where's my form? whisper crimson, i intrude there's light beneath your eyes new overtones in view endless form, endless time

LXXV. I CAN TALK / TWO DOOR CINEMA CLUB

now i can talk, no one gets off (i know how you like to) now i can talk, no one gets off

LXXVI. ATOMIC MAN / PORTUGAL. THE MAN

after you, i don't know what i believe in after you, hell should be easy after you, i don't know what i believe in after you, hell would be easier

LXXVII. GRAVITYS RAINBOW / KLAXONS

come with me, come with me, we'll travel to infinity come with me, come with me, we'll travel to infinity i'll always be there, oh, oh, my future love i'll always be there for you, my future love

LXXVIII. NECKBRACE / RATATAT

[instrumental]

LXXIX. WALK TALL / KELE

rule number one, be bright like the sun whether rude, whether flawed, like it's just begun rule number one, be the only thing they see

LXXX. THE WILL OF ONE / THE PROTOMEN

as i walk through the city streets, these frightened people watching me pass there is an evil that holds them here, yet they won't try breaking its grasp but if i stay here with you then i will leave them to their doom

LXXXI. FUCKING LIFER / AND SO I WATCH YOU FROM AFAR

[instrumental]

LXXXII. LETS GO HOME / BIG BLACK DELTA

so let's go home, let's go home let's go home, and you will never be alone

LXXXIII. BEACH BOY / AMINE

who knows what the future holds? i don't, if the truth be told they say "play it safe, young soul" fuck that, i'mma take control

LXXXIV. I BELIEVE IT NOW / EVERYTHING EVERYTHING

is this the place where all our hopes and dreams are piled and burnt? into the waters slide into the flames i'm light but they're watching us lift off, as the chasms open up, it took me a century but i'm starting with tonight

LXXXV. DON’T WASTE TIME DOING THINGS YOU HATE / AND SO I WATCH YOU FROM AFAR

[instrumental]

LXXXVI. DO IT ANYWAYS / BEN FOLDS FIVE

sometimes it's not subjective: wrong and right deep down you know it's downright wrong but you're invincible tonight so you, do it anyway it's done, you did it

LXXXVII. THIS YEAR / THE MOUNTAIN GOATS

i am going to make it through this year if it kills me i am going to make it through this year if it kills me

LXXXVIII. LIGHT UP THE NIGHT / THE PROTOMEN

there is a city that this darkness can't hide there are the embers of a fire that's gone out, but i can still feel the heat on my skin this mess we're in, well you and i, maybe you and i, we can still make it right

LXXXIX. BEAUTIFULUNIVERSEMASTERCHAMPION / AND SO I WATCH YOU FROM AFAR

[instrumental]

XC. BELIEVER / IMAGINE DRAGONS

first things first i'mma say all the words inside my head i'm fired up and tired of the way that things have been, the way that things have been second thing second don't you tell me what you think that i can be i'm the one at the sail, I'm the master of my sea, the master of my sea

XCI. WE WILL FALL TOGETHER / STREETLIGHT MANIFESTO

and when we fall we will fall together no one will catch us so we'll catch ourselves and when we roam we will roam forever no one will understand what we meant

XCII. BARE MY BONES / BRONTIDE

[instrumental]

XCIII. AMY AKA SPENT GLADIATOR 1 / THE MOUNTAIN GOATS

play with matches if you think you need to play with matches seek out the hidden places where the fire burns hot and bright find where the heat's unbearable and stay there if you have to don't hurt anybody on your way up to the light

XCIV. IF IT AIN’T BROKE... BREAK IT / AND SO I WATCH YOU FROM AFAR

[instrumental]

XCV. FALCON JAB / RATATAT

[instrumental]

XCVI. IT’S ALRIGHT / MOTHER MOTHER

oh hey, i had a night i had a day i did one million stupid things i said one billion foolish things i'm not okay, I got a baseball bat beside my bed to fight off what's inside my head, to fight off what's behind my meds i'm lonely; lost in pain

XCVII. WHITE WHALE / EVERYTHING EVERYTHING

your love is like the white whale my finger's on the third rail i want you to be okay i want us to be okay

XCVIII. EVERLONG / FOO FIGHTERS

and i wonder, if everything could ever feel this real forever if anything could ever be this good again the only thing i'll ever ask of you you got to promise not to stop when i say when

XCIX. THANKS. THANKS FOR COMING / JOYWAVE

i could get used to these endless possibilities adrenaline for dinner means a headache that the morning brings

C. HERE’S TO LIFE / STREETLIGHT MANIFESTO

and i don't know much, but i do know this: with a golden heart comes a rebel fist but i can't help agreeing with those that would not quit

#plylsts #cataclysmalbound #originally was going to put on much more streetlight manifesto but it ruined the vibe and i tried to make this less genre hoppy #vs the old one which was... all over the place. sad though because streetlight manifesto is SO cryluscore

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Now or Never - 03

Pairing: Hoseok | Reader Genre: racer hoseok au / angst Word Count: 8k

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The next day you truly feel like shit, but you don’t feel like shit because your legs are sore or because your head hurts. You don’t feel like shit for leaving the party without telling your best friend and you definitely don’t feel like shit because you have to do an essay for next Monday.

No.

You feel like shit because you don’t regret anything you did with Hoseok like you thought you were going to.

Because, for the first time in ages, you wake up with a smile on your lips, remembering events from last night. Remembering how he made you feel, how he grabbed you as if you could slip from his grasp at any moment, how he kissed you, how he touched you, how he fucked you, how he made you feel. And not only physically.

And that terrifies you more than anything.

“I’m screwed,” you grumble as you wake up.

And that is not the only time you grumble that, as you catch yourself thinking about that night and the boy who made you feel like you were on cloud nine more than once during the week.

You are longing to see him again, yearning for that flirtatious banter between the two of you. But it starts raining on Thursday, a storm arriving to the city, and the races are cancelled until the storm goes away, and you don’t see him or hear from him in two weeks.

You didn’t exchange numbers, so it’s logical the boy hasn’t contacted you yet. And the same goes for you, except you wouldn’t contact him even if you had his number, a small voice in your head reminding you that you were just an easy fuck to him. The tension that had been building between the two of you was relieved that night you had sex, and now, he doesn’t want to know anything about you.

But you do want to know about him, and you find yourself going with Lynn to another party at that old, abandoned building in which you saw him all those weeks ago.

You haven’t told Lynn, not because you don’t trust her and you’re afraid she will tell Jackson, but because you’re afraid she will think badly of you, that she will think you’re crazy for having sex – and constantly thinking about having sex again – with your biggest rival.

As you enter the, once again, packed building and climb the stairs towards the last floor, you keep thinking maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. What if he saw you and ignored you? What if he thought you were searching for him and that you were desperate?

Since when do you care about what a guy thinks about you? Where’s the tough looking and independent Y/N?

Taking a deep breath, you let the darkness and the warm air of the room engulf you, the neon lights blinding you from time to time as you search for the bar. You will need alcohol. Lots of alcohol. And despite the fact that you’re dying to know if Hoseok is here tonight or not, you oblige yourself to look ahead and not search around for him.

“I hope we don’t end up surrounded by assholes once again,” you scoff, not only trying to stop Lynn from thinking you’re acting weird tonight and being too quiet, but trying to distract yourself too with normal conversation.

Most of the people think you’re a rather quiet person, but you’re not, and Lynn knows.

“They were actually not that bad.”

You roll your eyes. “All they knew how to do was flirt – which they didn’t do that good, to be honest – and drink.”

Lynn giggles as you two reach the bar. ��Maybe you’re right.”

You listen to her as she tells you about a boy she met at the cafeteria last week, and you roll your eyes because, when has she not met a boy at the cafeteria who went to your same university?

“So, he told you he would be here tonight?” you ask her, taking a sip from your beverage.

“Yep,” she nods, her eyes scanning the room as if she was a starving eagle searching for its prey.

“Please, tell me you won’t be leaving me alone like you did last time.”

The silence that follows is the answer you need, and you click your tongue.

“I promise we’ll drop you at your house first.”

You glare at her, finishing up her drink.

“You better do.”

Eventually, the boy appears and Lynn starts speaking with him animatedly while you, on the other hand, are left alone with his creepy friend.

“So, Matilda,” the boy says, and you nearly spit out the liquid you’re about to swallow at the mention of the fake name you gave him. “Tell me, what are you studying?”

“I don’t study,” you lie, your eyes focused on the empty glass in front of you.

You sigh. You’re on your second drink and definitely, not drunk enough to keep a conversation with that creep.

“Oh, I though you did, since you’re at a university party and all that.”

Instead of answering him, you shrug your shoulders and signal the bartender to fill your empty glass. At least, the creep is paying.

“And what do you do for a living?” Mr. Creep, slash Annoying, says.

“I’m a professional killer,” you say, as if it’s nothing.

“W-what?” the boy stutters, and you bit your lower lip to prevent you from cracking up at his scared expression. “A-are you s-serious?”

You grab your glass as the bartender hands it back to you and look at the poor boy.

“Of course I am.” you say, showing your most serious expression. “Matilda, the professional killer. Have you seriously never heard about me?”

“Y-you’re kidding me.”

“You wanna see the knife I use to cut my target’s throats?” you ask, bringing one hand to the hem of your trousers as if you were searching for something.

The boy pales even more as he looks at your hand, hidden under your leather jacket. With a fast movement, you act as if you were retrieving the weapon from under your garments and pointing at the boy.

Mr. Creep lets out a strangled scream as he tries to move away from you, falling from his bar stool in the process.

You crack up hysterically when the light of the neon lights reflects itself on the metallic surface of your house keys.

“Y-you…” the boy stutters.

You keep laughing, ignoring the weird looks from the people around you.

“Matilda the professional killer!” you let out. “You seriously believed that?”

By this point, you are on the verge of tears, your stomach hurting from all the laughing.

“You’re a lunatic!” he shouts as he fights to stand up. “Bitch!”

You can’t help but scoff at his angry words, your laughs never stopping as you watch him leave with the little dignity he still has.

“So much for a little Casanova…” you mumble, taking a sip from your drink as the people around you stop looking at you.

You don’t even feel a presence beside you as you’re too engrossed in your own thoughts to notice.

“Well, at least he could have picked up the bar stool from the floor,” a male voice says, and you’re about to roll your eyes because you can’t seriously stand another creep tonight, when something clicks in your brain and you recognise the voice.

You crane your neck in the speed of light, thankful for not breaking a couple of vertebras in the process, and there he is, looking at you with that smile on his lips. Those innocent-looking lips that can do such sinful things…

Act tough, act tough, act tough.

And so, you take a deep breath, put on an expressionless face and regain your composure.

“Uh, hey” you say, averting your eyes from him once again and looking at your glass.

“Looks like you’re having a great time tonight,” he says, smiling as he sits at the same bar stool he just picked up from the floor.

“I am,” you simply say, wincing a bit because, alright, you want to look tough and unbothered, but you don’t want to sound so rude towards the boy.

“I can see, you handled that boy pretty well.”

“You saw?” you ask, slightly craning your neck so you can look at him.

“I did, Matilda the professional killer. Didn’t know you had so many names,” he laughs.

“Well, some say I’m a box full of surprises,” you smirk. And there it is. That flirty banter, once again.

The boy whispers something, but you can’t hear him over the loud music. When you look at him, his eyes are focused on his hands placed on top of the bar.

“Not much work tonight?” you ask, arching a brow.

He looked at you with a frown on his face.

“I know about your little business,” you say. “It’s impossible not to know, when you sell at every party the people from my university goes to.”

Hoseok narrows his eyes slightly, but lets go of it and just shrugs. “Already sold everything.”

“So, the business is going pretty well…” you tease him, since he looks uncomfortable speaking about the dealing topic.

“You came here by yourself?” he asks.

Somehow, that question leads to Hoseok dragging you towards the bathroom and pushing you against the wall as he locks the door behind him, all lips crashing against each other and erratic breaths in the small room.

“We shouldn’t be doing this again,” you say in between kisses, trying to regain your breath as Hoseok’s lips part from yours and travel south, towards your collarbones.

“Why… Hmm… Why not?” he mumbles.

You lock your fingers through the soft strands of his hair, your heart and mind a complete mess right now. You want, but you can’t. You want to keep seeing Hoseok, but you can’t because, as you do so, you’re betraying your gang, and he’s betraying his.

You pull from his hair, making him look up at you.

“What if they find out?” you sound breathless.

“Why would they find out?”

You push him away from you and move some strands of hair away from your face, sighing.

“It always happens, people always find out.”

“Then,” he whispers, taking a step closer to you until his chest is pressing against yours once again. “We’ll be careful.”

You scoff. “C’mon Hoseok, you know how difficult being careful is in a world like this.”

“So what if they find out?” he asks, his tone sounding angrier. “It’s just sex. I don’t get why that’s such a big deal.”

You click your tongue and take a deep breath, not knowing what to do. As you look in to your eyes, your resolve starts fading like gunpowder in the air.

Seeing your internal conflict, Hoseok stops kissing your neck and roaming your body with his hands and turns serious.

“Tell me you don’t wanna do this and I’ll stop,” is all he says.

Your chests are raising and falling erratically with each breath. Your eyes drift from his dark ones to his soft lips, and then to his eyes once again.

You want him, there’s no doubt about it, but should you be selfish and do what you want instead of what’s the right thing to do for you and your gang?

“Tell me,” he repeats, grabbing your chin and softly making you lift your head so you can look at him.

Is really sex worth the conflict? Because that’s all you want from the boy, right? Just sex.

“I want to do this,” you whisper, and it’s all Hoseok needs to reattach his lips to yours in a fervent kiss.

Those simple five words are the ones who drag you to the situation in which you are today.

After that night in one of the bathrooms of the abandoned building, you keep seeing Hoseok. And, when you think you’ve had enough, that you don’t yearn for him and his touches any more, he appears at your door and proves you wrong, setting you on fire and turning your whole world upside down.

And, somewhere along the way, you find yourself in a confusing whirlwind of emotions and contradictory feelings towards the boy.

You know you have to stop, that behind that though façade you try to put, there is a girl who falls too easily, too quickly, a girl who gives her everything and always ends up with her hands empty. But you can’t stop, because you can never have enough of him, of what he makes you feel.

It is not about the pleasure that comes with the sex anymore. It is about the passionate kisses you share as he is dragging you towards the bed, about the laughs you share as he is trying to take off your Vans but he can’t, about the fireworks that explode inside your chest every time he whispers your name, about the stars you see every time he lays his hands on you. It is about the jump you feel in your chest every time you catch his eyes amongst the crowd. It is about the pang of pain you feel in your chest when you get reminded it is just sex, it should be just sex.

A month passes.

And to you, the thing with Hoseok is not just sex anymore.

You find ways to see each other. He either visits you at your apartment, or the both of you scurry from the parties after the races. The thing is, you always end up, somehow, drowning in each other’s bodies and pleasure. And when the sun is peeking in the horizon, you always watch him leave. You keep telling yourself it is the best for the both of you, but you can’t ignore the lump in your throat, or the cold feeling that lingers in your bed.

“We have to find a way,” Jinyoung grunts, snapping you out of your thoughts. “There has to be a way.”

You look at the boys, swallowing the lump of guilt in your throat as you sit on the bonnet of your car. The white lights of the garage of the Black Panthers make you narrow your eyes as you try to follow the conversation.

“It is too late,” Youngjae speaks. “There are only five races left, and they are nearly thirty points ahead of us.”

“It is difficult, but not impossible,” Yugyeom chimes in.

“Define difficult, silly,” Jaebum scoffs. “There are five races left, thirty points… Y/N would have to win every single race and J Hope would have to finish under fifth position.”

“Difficult, but not impossible,” Yugyeom repeats.

You gulp. In the last four races, you had finished in second place, Hoseok always ahead of you, faster and wittier. You want to think it is because he is an excellent racer, and not because you’re always too distracted with the way he smirks, imagining that same smirk later at night, when he would be fucking you senseless. He still didn’t know that you were the mysterious racer, and still, he had that cocky attitude towards you as you raced. It was driving you insane.

You felt as if you were failing the Black Panthers, your second family, the ones who have trusted you and gave you everything without asking for anything in return. Well, they asked one thing from you, for you to win this racing season, and you were failing at it.

“Alright,” Jackson finally speaks after some minutes of silence, sitting on one of the metallic chairs of the garage. “It is not impossible, guys.”

Jaebum scoffs and Jackson glares at him.

“We have two excellent racers: Jinyoung and Y/N. Y/N is second on the ranking and Jinyoung is fourth. We can still beat them.”

“And what do you suggest we do?” Jinyoung asks. “I know Jungkook’s weakness is his competitiveness and his recklessness, but I can’t rival his speed. His engine is way more powerful that mine, and I can only beat him in short distances.”

“Then, you will have to take advantage of those weak spots,” Jackson says. “Push him to his edge until he becomes reckless and fails.”

“It is difficult, the boy is stubborn… And good,” Jinyoung nods.

“Then, you have to be even more stubborn… And even better,” Jackson says, patting Jinyoung on the back.

Jinyoung nods solemnly. “I’ll do my best.”

“And what about Y/N?” Jaebum asks. “We still don’t know J Hope’s weakness.”

You bite your lower lip. You have spent an entire month sleeping with the boy, seeing him almost every day, and yet, you realize you don’t know anything about him. He looks so cheerful and extrovert that it makes you think you know him, when the truth is, he is as closed off as a brick and the only thing you know about him is his real name.

“Y/N?” you hear Bambam calling your name.

Your head snaps towards him, a small ‘yes’ falling from your lips.

“You’re the biggest rival of J Hope, you must know his ways,” Bambam continues, nodding his head towards you.

You look at Lynn, who is looking at you too, with expecting eyes, just like the rest.

You shrug your shoulders. “I know nothing about him, he’s always changing his tactics and he doesn’t act a certain way, he just adapts himself to the circuit.”

“And you can’t think about some tactic?” Jaebum says.

“Hmm…” you think.

You have won the boy a couple of times, and all those times, he was distracted. His ability to focus on the road and forget about everything around him apart from the road ahead of him, is his strongest point, so, when it is affected, he is affected too.

“His concentration,” you say, feeling another pang of guilt in your chest. This time, it isn’t for betraying your group, it is for betraying Hoseok. “It is his strong point.”

Technically, you aren’t fully betraying him, but it feels like you are.

Jackson nods, looking at you with those serious dark eyes. You can almost hear the gears in his brain turning, working, as he thinks in some plan.

“We can work with that…” Jackson softly says, still deep in thought, his eyes never leaving yours. “For now, we’ll focus on Jungkook.”

The rest of the Black Panthers nod in approval and you all start getting ready for tonight’s race.

“Lynn,” you call out your friend’s name.

She stops talking to Mark, who smiles at you.

“Can I talk to you for a moment?” you ask.

You friend nods and waves goodbye to Mark.

“What do you want?” she asks, a frown on her face as she follows you to your car, the only place where you can trust no one will hear you.

“Get in the car, please.”

“Is everything alright?”

“Yes, just get in the car.”

You hop on the driver’s seat, followed by Lynn.

“Y/N, you’re worrying me,” she whispers.

But your eyes are trained on the rest of the boys, as they start getting in their cars, not paying attention to you or Lynn.

“Is this about your family? Has something happened with your mother?” she asks.

Once the coast is clear, you sigh and run a hand down your face. You have never hidden anything from Lynn, you don’t even know how you’ve been able to keep it a secret from her all this time.

“I’m sleeping with Hoseok.”

“W-what?” she asks, confused.

You look at her, worry in your eyes.

“Who the fuck is that Hoseok chick, and why the fuck does that worry you so much?”

You nearly face-palm yourself right there and then. She doesn’t know his real name.

“Oh, sorry, I meant J Hope. I’m sleeping with J Hope.”

“What?!” she screams, and you’re glad you decided to have this conversation inside your car, when no one is in the garage any more.

You take a deep breath.

“You’re sleeping with J Hope?! As in J Hope, the main racer of the Blue Eagles? The arrogant asshole? The Ghost Eagle?!”

“Yeah, the one and only.”

“O-okay…” she says, blinking rapidly as she straightens on her seat and looks ahead. “This was unexpected, sorry. I don’t know what to say.”

You watch her going from confused, to angry, to confused again.

“Are you fucking crazy?!” she screams, once again going back to being angry. “He is your rival, for fuck’s sake!”

“I know, I know, it’s just – “

“It’s just what?!” she interrupts you. “You know what could happen if Jackson or RM found out?”

You gulp.

“This could be Third fucking World War.”

“Let’s not be overdramatic,” you stutter.

“Overdramatic?!” she keeps screaming, turning towards you and raising her hands in the air. “You’re fucking the main racer of our rival team! Oh my God… If something happens… Fuck, Jackson will kick you out and he will kill J Hope.”

You frown. “Okay, I get why he would kick me out, what I don’t get is why he would kill J Hope.”

She sighs, and it looks like she is trying to calm down herself a bit.

“Something happened between Jackson and RM in the past, and that’s why they hate each other so much,” she says.

You frown. You knew there was bad blood between the two leaders, but not to the point of being capable of killing each other.

“What happened?” you ask.

“It’s not my place to tell you,” she says, voice softer. She looks at you and the anger is gone from her face. “I would, but it really isn’t my place to tell you. Jackson should, and when he is ready, he will. Until then, all you need to know is that the Blue Eagles and the Black Panthers are rivals, and that you shouldn’t be messing around with one of them.”

“I don’t know if I’m just messing around anymore…” you sigh.

“What do you mean?” Lynn asks, her tone raising a bit once again.

You cover your face with your hands, sighing.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, I was scared and unsure.”

Lynn lets out a long exhale of air and rests her hand on your shoulder.

“Don’t worry, I’m glad you told me in the end.”

A long silence follows Lynn’s words, and she is the one to end up breaking that silence.

“Tell me about it, how did it start?”

You grunt, your face still hidden behind your hands. Eventually, you move them away and place them on top of the steering wheel.

“We ran into each other at that university party we went two months ago, when we met that silly boy who asked us if we were cousins.”

“Mhm… I remember that asshole,” she jokes.

“Well, Hoseok came to me and we started some sort of… Banter. I don’t even know how to call it! He was flirting with me, but I wasn’t, until I was flirting too and… One day he drove me home and I invited him to my apartment.”

Lynn face-palms herself and you sigh.

“You invited him to your apartment?”

“Yeah… I thought what was between us was just sexual tension and, if I invited him to my apartment and slept with him, it would be over.”

“But it wasn’t.”

“Nope. We kept seeing each other until… Today.”

“Ugh… This is bad, this is so wrong,” she whispers. “He knows you’re a Black Panther, right?”

“Yeah.”

“I don’t get why he’s sleeping with you, then. He knows what will happen to him if RM or Jackson finds out,” Lynn says, more to herself than for you to hear.

“Is it that bad?” you ask, hoping it isn’t.

“Have you fallen for the boy?” Lynn asks as an answer to your previous question, rendering you speechless.

It is your lack of response which makes Lynn snap.

“Y/N!”

“I haven’t fallen for him!” you quickly defend yourself. “I just like him… A bit too much.”

“Ugh… This is soooo wrong!”

You want to cry. How could you let something like this happen to you? You’re here, disappointing your best friend and yourself, when Hoseok probably is relaxing before the race, not even thinking about you, or about the mess you’re in.

“What can I do?”

“You have to stop seeing him,” she says.

Your eyes widen. It is the only option, you know it. The best for you and the best for the Black Panthers. But it is not the option you want.

“I…” you stutter.

“Look, Y/N,” Lynn says, turning serious as she grabs your wrists and looks you in the eye.

You feel like that sixteen girl who ran away from home all over again. You feel small and unprotected, and for once in your life, you don’t have your next move planned. You’re used to timetables, to having everything planned and under control. You’re not used to this, to having to rustle up, to having to make decisions in a haste. You don’t want to feel like this small, fragile girl, you want to feel powerful, sure of yourself, you want to feel like the woman you have been building all these years.

“You’re my best friend, I’ve known you ever since you were seventeen and I’ve watched you grow and become a woman by my side and I love you like a sister. I only want what’s best for you, and that Hossok boy isn’t – ”

“Hoseok,” you correct her, giggling.

“Hoseok, J Hope, whatever the hell his name is. You have to stop seeing him.”

“I know,” you sigh, feeling as if you’re starting to regain control once again as you move her hands away from you.

“I know he seems a nice guy and all that, but he isn’t. None of them are. Not even the Black Panthers.”

You gulp, and she keeps talking.

“When I got you into this… world, I knew it was dangerous, but you are strong, and I knew you would put up with it,” she pauses. “The races, the competitions, the parties… It all seems funny and harmless, but it isn’t. Behind all those gangs, there is a story, there is some sort of business.”

You remain silent, looking at the steering wheel as Lynn looks out of the window.

“I first heard about the races when I was in high school. I met this boy, Christian. Handsome, hot, funny, cocky… Everything a girl my age wanted. He made me feel some sort of way… And I ended up falling for him. He dragged me to this world, to his world. At first, it all seemed fun and games, until I found out what his ‘group’ did behind their racers façade. They dealt with weapons. Most of them were hiding from the cops, numerous charges behind their names, and Christian was one of them.”

You look at her, because she has never told you this story.

“One day, we were just drinking and having fun in some park, the rest of his group was there too. I still remember the date, the weather… Even the clothes he was wearing…” she pauses again. “He was too young.”

Her voice sounds bitter, and you see in her features that she really loved the boy.

“Some guys appeared all of the sudden. The started shouting things and pointing at us with their guns. Christian hid me in between some bushes, telling me to keep quiet and run away. But I didn’t, I stayed.”

You place your hand on top of hers, comforting her.

“Turns out, some business had gone wrong. Their clients weren’t satisfied, and they wanted an explanation. The boys refused the new offer and the others killed them. Not even one of them survived, some of their girlfriends lying on the floor next to them.”

A shiver runs down your spine.

“Christian hadn’t told me anything, about the other gang, the weapons, the business… Nothing. I loved him, and I thought he loved me back, but he didn’t. I was just his toy, his distraction… That’s all those boys are looking for, they can’t keep someone by their sides because of their lifestyle, and when they do, it always ends badly.”

“And how is it that you still belong to this world?” you ask.

“Because I met Jackson, and he offered me a way out, a way of earning easy money… And that’s how I ended up being a racer of the Black Panthers.”

“You only told me about Jackson, but never about Christian.”

“I try not to think too much about him, he only brought me pain.”

You nod.

“That’s why you have to keep yourself away from Hoseok, Y/N. Not only for the Black panthers, but for you. He is not good for you, you think he is, but he really isn’t.”

You gulp, because you know.

“And what about Jackson and the rest of the boys? Are they better than the rest or something?”

“No, they’re the same, they just hide their business from us to keep us safe.”

You silently nod, fiddling with the car keys in your hands.

“Fuck,” you giggle, trying to escape from the awkward situation and your conflicted thoughts. “I always knew you were a softie deep inside.”

“Hey,” Lynn says, snapping your hands away from her as you start the engine of the car. “Don’t make me prove you wrong.”

. . .

You try to avoid Hoseok even if you’re protected by the thick, dark visor of your helmet.

You are almost trembling as you climb on the driver’s seat of your black Mitsubishi, stopping you from looking to the silver Porsche parked on your left every now and then.

You can hear his laugh above the noise, feel his presence even if there are metres and the thick material of your cars between your bodies. It is as if you are the moth and he is the flame, forever catching your attention, forever dragging you towards him, until you touch him, and you get burnt.

“Get on your cars please! The race is about to start!” someone says through the speakers.

You close the door of your car after waving at Jinyoung, whose car is parked behind yours. Unconsciously, you look towards the silver car out of the corner of your eye, catching Hoseok looking at you as he adjusts his seatbelt. He must sense your eyes on him, because he suddenly looks at you and a frown appears on his face.

You avert your eyes from him and get everything ready.

Seatbelt. On.

Windows. Down.

Feet. On the pedals.

Hand. On the gearbox.

From the outside, it looks like you’re ready, but on the inside… You’re far from that.

You’re barely containing your nerves, your hands trembling despite the tight hold you’re keeping on the steering wheel. Your head, far from being focused on the upcoming race, is focused on other things. Things that have nothing to do with the race.

Although they have a lot to do with the boy sitting on the car on your left.

You can’t stop thinking about Lynn’s words and the story she told you. You knew what you were getting into when you first met the Black Panthers.

Races are illegal, and most of the people that take part in them have done things way worse than racing in some abandoned industrial area.

But you wanted to earn money, easy and quick, and it was your best option. Without doubting, you joined the Black Panthers.

Two years later, here you are, racing against the best racers. Trying to be and act as someone you really aren’t.

When the count reaches one, you step on the gas pedal and your engine comes to live, roaring with force.

Your mind isn’t in the race, because your heart is somewhere else, and Hoseok wins without having to sweat a single droplet.

But, if you thought the most difficult part was trying to focus on the race, you were wrong.

The most difficult part of your plan is going to be avoiding the glares Hoseok is sending your way, and he is glaring at you because you’re avoiding him like the plague.

Usually, by this point, you would be stealing glances at each other, getting the other worked up until one of you couldn’t take it any more and stood up, the other following a while after. You would be getting shy at his dark eyes, traveling through your body lustily. He would be breathing erratically, observing how, each time you took a sip from your cup of vodka, you would look at him and run your tongue across your lips. You would be fighting silently, lust, desire, taunting as your weapons.

But tonight, you’re not following his game.

You’re sitting on the couch, the untouched cup of vodka still full. By your side, Lynn is speaking animatedly with some girls, Mark observing them just as silently as you are.

You can feel your skin burning every time his eyes land on you. You can feel your cheeks heating up every time you feel the anger of his dark orbs. You can feel yourself tensing each time you feel your phone buzzing in the pocket of your jeans.

Gathering a bit of courage, you look at him.

He is sitting, just like you, surrounded by people who are chatting animatedly. And just like you, he is avoiding them.

His eyes are on the screen of his phone, and his fingers are typing something on it. Just then, you feel your phone buzzing again and he lifts his eyes from the phone to see if, this time, you will answer his texts.

But when his eyes find yours are already on him, the anger only grows and you avert your eyes quickly.

You have never seen him this angry before, not even that first time when you beat him unfairly. And despite your efforts of ignoring it, you can feel how it is making you feel hot and bothered.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom,” you say to Lynn, who nods, not even hearing what you just said.

Placing your cup on the table, you stand up from your booth and walk towards the bathroom.

You know it is a bad idea, since Hoseok will take it the wrong way and think you want him to follow you.

You don’t even look his way one last time before you disappear in the crowd.

The music sounds distant once you lock yourself in the bathroom, taking a deep breath, but deciding it was a bad idea when you smell the acid scent in the air.

Forgetting about the environment you’re in, you take your phone from the back pocket of your mom jeans and unlock it.

22:50 PM [from: Hoseok] – where are u?

22:50 PM [from: Hoseok] – i can see the rest of your group, but not you

Is what you received at the beginning of the night. You stayed a bit longer at the garage to speak with your sister while the rest went straight to the party.

23:44 PM [from: Hoseok] – fuck, u look so pretty tonight

23:45 PM [from: Hoseok] – can’t wait until we’re both alone

23:45 PM [from: Hoseok] – to have you moaning underneath me

23:46 PM [from: Hoseok] – begging like the good girl u are

You bite your lower lip as you read those messages.

23:58 PM [from: Hoseok] – Y/N?

23:58 PM [from: Hoseok] – is something wrong?

23:58 PM [from: Hoseok] – i can see you avoiding me

23:59 PM [from: Hoseok] – did something happen?

00:05 AM [from: Hoseok] – can you at least answer me?

00:16 AM [from: Hoseok] – ok

00:16 AM [from: Hoseok] – i see u don’t wanna talk to me

00:17 AM [from: Hoseok] – have fun

The last message was sent just five minutes ago, when you stood up from your booth and went to the bathroom.

Walking closer to the sink, you splash some water on your face, trying to avoid your eyes because you don’t want to ruin the mascara and look like a panda. You’re just closing the faucet when you hear some knocks on the door.

“Occupied!” you say.

“It’s me,” a male voice says from the other side of the voice, and you stop dead on your tracks because you recognise the voice.

Not knowing what to do, you remain silent.

Another knock.

“Y/N, I know you’re in there,” Hoseok says, raising his voice a bit. “Open the door.”

You hide your hands in the pockets of your jeans, afraid that, if you let them free, they will act on their own and unlock the door.

“Y/N, this little game you’re playing is starting to piss me off!”

You bite your lower lip and stay still. Eventually, he will give up and you will be able to get out of the bathroom.

“If this is one of your little games to get me horny, you’ve won. Now open the door.”

You place your hands on top of your mouth to prevent you from saying anything.

“Y/N,” he really sounds angry. He knocks again on the door, and you can see the handle shaking as he agitates it violently. “Y/N! I’m being sincere when I say I’m starting to get pissed off.”

“Hoseok, go away,” you finally mutter, hoping he has heard you.

“Y/N,” he repeats, and this time his voice sounds closer, as if he’s resting his head on the door. “You got me all hot and bothered, now open the door so I can play your game too.”

“I’m not gonna open the door.”

All you hear is the silence of the bathroom and the muffled music outside the door. Hoseok remains quiet for a while, and then, the knocks start again. Now, he is truly pissed off.

“Y/N,” he growls.

“This isn’t a game, Hoseok, I don’t wanna see you tonight. Just go away.”

“Why? Did I do something? Baby, let me in and we can’t talk about it.”

That would probably be the most mature idea, but let’s be honest, in this kind of situations you’re not the best at acting mature.

“There’s nothing to talk about. I don’t wanna see you.”

“Fuck, Y/N,” he growls, banging once on the door. “At least give me an explanation.”

“What explanation does ‘I don’t wanna see you tonight’ need?!” you say, raising your voice.

“So, you’re telling me you just don’t wanna spend the night with me? Like that? Out of nowhere?”

“Is it that hard to get?!”

“Well, yeah, it is! It is when just yesterday you were letting me fuck you on your damn bed!”

You run towards the door and knock on it repeatedly. “Shut up! Don’t say that in here!”

“I would say it somewhere else, but you don’t want to open the fucking door!” he shouts, kicking the door with what you suppose is his feet.

“Gosh, if you’re horny just find another girl to fuck!” you shout, not even knowing what’s leaving your mouth any more.

“Maybe I should!”

“Maybe you should!”

Another blow reaches the door and then, it stops. The shouts, the knocks, everything, and you’re left in the middle of the bathroom, with erratic breaths and a numbing silence. You feel your heart clenching at the idea of Hoseok fucking another girl, of Hoseok replacing you. But maybe, that’s what he should do, what’s best for the both of you.

After all, it looks like he didn’t care about you that much.

Hesitant, you unlock the door of the bathroom and stick your head out of the space left between the ajar door and the doorframe.

You don’t know if it’s disappointment or relief what you feel when you find an empty corridor.

Sighing, you walk out of the bathroom and head towards the dace floor, which you have to cross to climb up the stairs that will lead you to your booth.

Out of the corner you make out a dark figure leaning against the bar top. You click your tongue and fasten your pace.

A harsh grip on your wrist stops you in the middle of the dance floor.

“You thought I was going to let this slip?” you hear Hoseok whisper in your ear, his teeth clenched with force.

“Hoseok, not in here,” you mutter, looking around you.

It looks like no one is paying attention to you two, too engrossed in dancing, in letting their bodies follow the rhythm of the music.

“Then, where?”

You crane your neck so you can look at him, and fuck, does he look pissed.

You try to break free from his grip, but only to find his fingers enclosing tighter around your wrist.

“Just…” you look around you once again. “Follow me.”

You sigh in defeat, because you know he isn’t going to stop until he gets what he wants. You’re willing give in if that means not being seen together in the middle of the dance floor.

He lets go of your wrist before sending you a sever glance and then, you start crossing the industrial unit until you reach the front door and you walk outside. You wait for Hoseok at a nearby industrial unit, your arms crossing across your chest as you battle against the cold air of the night.

“Here,” he says, appearing in front of you and taking off his bomber jacket to place it around your shoulders.

You take it off and hand it back to him. He frowns, but doesn’t press you any further.

Instead, he takes it angrily and shoves it under his arm.

“Care to explain why you’re acting like this all of the sudden?” he says, now his tone sounding more tired than angry.

“This,” you say, pointing at you and then at his chest. “Has to stop.”

He frowns. “What?”

“Whatever it is that we have, it has to stop.”

He scoffs. “Last night you weren’t telling me to stop.”

You fulminate him with the glare you send his way.

“I don’t get this drastic change of opinion.”

“I haven’t changed my mind, I’ve just finally realised how things work.”

He scoffs again. “Oh, please, enlighten me then, how do things work?”

You look at him, he has crossed his arms over his chest too, and he’s starting to close off.

“You tell me, you’re the one who has been a part of this world way longer than me.”

He glares at you, and when he’s about to speak, you open your mouth once again.

“For fuck’s sake Hoseok, you’re a Blue Eagle and I’m a Black Panther. We’re enemies, rivals, we can’t keep seeing each other.”

“We were rivals a month ago when we started fucking, and you seemed to be okay with it.”

“Seriously Hoseok?” you say. “I told you how wrong it was.”

“Yeah, but then I asked you if you wanted to keep seeing me and you answered yes. If I remember correctly no one was aiming at you with a gun, making you answer that. You answered that because you wanted.”

“Because I was being selfish and reckless, and I wasn’t thinking about the consequences.”

“And now, you’re just being overly dramatic.”

“Maybe, but I prefer being dramatic than being dead.”

“See? Dramatic,” he says, rolling his eyes, and now, you’re the one who is annoyed.

“If Jackson finds out what we’re doing, he will kill us.”

Hoseok remains quiet, lips sealed. Because he knows. He knows it is true.

You press your hands on his chest, pushing him away from you.

“You know it, and you don’t care?!” you say through gritted teeth.

“What are the possibilities of them finding out? C’mon Y/N, who cares if we fuck or not? You’re just another Black Panther, no one knows you. You’re just another girl in this industry. Who will care about you fucking me?”

His words feel like a harsh slap against your cheek, and you can see how Hoseok regrets letting them slip from his lips.

You bite your tongue to not say who you really are, the other Black Panther no one knows, just another girl in this industry, the one who is biting his ass at every race, his biggest rival.

“Y/N…” he murmurs.

“You definitely don’t, but I did, I did care about me fucking you, and Jackson and RM would have cared too.”

“You know I didn’t mean it like that.”

“It is over. Whatever the hell we had, it’s over now.”

“Y/N,” he calls your name once more as you start walking past him.

“It was just sex, there’s nothing to worry about, we’ll replace each other easily.”

You show him a bitter smile and, when he tries to reach you, you turn around to face him.

“Stop. Do us a favour and don’t reach out to me any more, huh?”

“Fine, you don’t want me to reach out to you? I won’t. This is over.”

After his last words, he purses his lips and stays still on the spot. He lets you go.

And you go, without looking back once, nodding as you repeat to yourself that whatever it was – just sex – is over now, and that it is the best decision you could have made.

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