#boneheaded drabbles

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Depths in Despair ; Megalosomnia

Deep Down Deep Part 1/2

CW: Hypnosis, unreality, some oogling, and one thirsty human. No nsfw here yet srry.

Baggs takes a walk to clear his mind, and stumbles upon a surprise on his walk. A gift that keeps on giving.

Deep down, down far below any formally finished floor of the labs. Baggs needed all the room he could get for his experiments, after all.

Truth be told, many floors had much work to be done on them yet.

Yet he often found himself down at the lowest floor. The pristine linoleum flooring, and sturdy professional phenolic wall tiles stopped not too short from the elevator to the level. Exposing wiring that was still being set, steel beams that supported the frame of what was to be a hallway. A hallway that would extend down the open tunnel they’d made. Excavation of this floor had been finished. Initially halted due to a break in the cavern that exposed a way into Waterfall. However, Baggs assured the excavation team that he could easily work that into the plans. 

Easily so, as it was far off the beaten path in Waterfall. A small, hidden passage that found itself hidden by reeds, nestled close to the walls of the larger caverns. Another entryway, for him to easier access that part of the underground… Waterfall’s notable glowing water was perfect for samples of highly concentrated magic, after all… And the path could serve as an emergency escape if need be. But. Things were still in the works five floors above. Security was not an issue, the elevator already required a passcode and badge. So the priority on finishing the floor was shifted, and it would be a good while before they moved such noisy operations down here.

Down here, the voices of people did not reach. Down here, the thoughts of those people were far from his mind. Down here, there was something resembling quiet. And it made this place a wonderful respite. 

No one would guess to seek him out here. After all, why would the royal scientist bother with examining a floor not yet finished of the laboratory? Especially a floor so unsterile and so untamed? 

None would consider it. Which is why it worked so perfectly.

Down in such depths, there was only the resonance of the damp air that echoed down the tunnel. 

The distant drops from stalactites faintly audible as they splash onto the water below. 

Sending gentle peaceful ripples through the water, that he could just imagine in his mind.  

A peaceful place, where he could try to find some quiet from the schedules, from the constant requests, from the pressure he bore on his shoulders.

And so much that needed to be done that only the wit and wisdom his mind had, could see done.

Every bit of planning on expansions and constructions needed his sign off, especially in the labs. A few centimeters wrong and calculations regarding volume and space within the room would be thrown off. 

Every bit of distribution of resources fell to him to calculate, as none others would know how to calculate the exact and precise needs of each part of the underground on a daily basis, and see to it that those supplies got to where they needed to. Every bit of the research on the Humans and their SOULs needed his examination and surgical precision to carry out, there could be no mistakes with beings and SOULs so volatile. 

Nevermind that machine on the 22nd floor, the mysterious creator who brought it to conception had never finished it, and who’s identity and notes were so scattered, it was up to his brilliance to piece together what its function and purpose was…

… Stars, even in peace, he still couldn’t escape from his own thoughts. 

He closed his eyes for a short moment. 

… What was he thinking… There was so much more to do, even the stillness of the caverns couldn’t abate the hurricane of thoughts held within his own mind. 

All the calculations, all the concepts, all the questions only he could solve.

All that came to a screeching halt, as he heard the distinct echo of a shoe slipping on wet stone, and a sharp, notably female, squeak of shock. 

Followed by a little mumble and whimper.

Stars… Maybe this entrance wasn’t as hidden as he thought it was. It would be best to face this accidental intruder and… Encourage them to forget that they ever found this tunnel… And perhaps, there was a slight curiosity to the owner of a voice he didn't believe he’d heard before. 

Baggs’ soft footsteps must have been heard, as he heard scampering on the wet stones deeper down. 

“H-Hello…???” An anxious voice, belonging to… Someone, possibly female, called out. He stilled his movement, pondering for a moment. No no, certainly no voice he’d heard before. And a voice he’d never heard before, was a person he’d never had the pleasure of meeting… That they’d never had the pleasure of meeting him.“I– No, no… T-This is a dead end. Nothing’s down there… I’ve h-hidden here before.” the voice softly mumbled, the tunnel walls softly echoing their aloud thoughts to Baggs. Good. They thought it was a dead end. … But that didn’t quell the doctor’s arousing curiosity.

While he didn’t fear anyone in his domain, to have a tactical advantage against a potential foe? He couldn’t pass that up. 

Slowly and carefully, he made his way to the (accidental) exit of the tunnel. 

And as he rounded the corner, he caught sight of his unexpected guest. A human. Baggs’ SOUL nearly lept. What luck! He knew that there would be more opportunities to explore with this one, new parameters to test, more possibilities of outcomes that could better the projects he was working on. Their gaze pointed out towards the light of Waterfall, and their body faced away from the cavern deeper in. Despite making little attempt to hide himself, they didn’t seem to notice him. And thus he could get as much of a look at them as he pleased before making his presence known.

Ambient glow of the water reflected off the cavern walls cast light on much of the woman’s features. He could see they had rather pale complexion, with brown hair tied back in a high ponytail, with a few short locks left free to frame their face. 

On the bridge of their nose sat rather large round glasses, and their green eyes were locked onto the area they thought was the only entryway to their hiding place.  Lowering his gaze, he found that their garments consisted of a dark green turtleneck sweater dress, sleek black leggings, and simple brown boots. And despite the thickness of the dress’ fibers, it didn’t hide how full her figure was. She most certainly was a female born specimen. He hadn’t seen such disproportionately large mammaries on a human specimen before. And her midsection would likely do well to hide this disproportion, as the soft curves there indicated she was fortunately not deprived from nutrition.   A bit of abject curiosity had him questioning how soft her chest, and those plush looking thighs of hers–

A yelp startled Baggs from his ogling. As the human woman had spotted him, and staggered back in surprise. Landing them harshly onto her posterior. 

Damn it. He’d have to ensure he fit a particular breed of “stress relief” into his already packed schedule, as he wasted too much time ‘examining’ her to make himself properly known. A light had quickly caught Baggs’ eyelights.

Without having initiated any form of combat, her SOUL seemed to pop out and orbit around her, as erratic and quick as a gnat. A lime green in coloration, with what he could faintly see as a pure black spider-webbing crack from the center of it.

How fascinating. Adult human souls could have varying levels of damages to them, as well as varying hues, vibrancy, and even splits in coloration. This one was going to be interesting to examine. And how easy she’d made it. 

Although… The last time he had handled a SOUL with a crack in it that bad… It couldn’t handle his magic. He would have to be careful about this. 

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t know you came here too, I–” Her rambling paused, a confused expression overtaking her. How strange, he hadn’t even done anything yet. Baggs cleared his throat. “Well–” “W-Wait what? Mind reading…??”

Pardon? What–

“--!! HYPNOSIS?¹” Her eyes widened in shock, as she suddenly yelped out, which took Baggs back by surprise. Panic overtook her, as she moved her hands to her ears, and winced her eyes shut. How– “U-Uhm, l-look, Sans, er… Baggs,  uh– W-Whatever your name is, Uhm….!! Trust me, you DON’T want in my head.” She stammered out, trying to curl in on herself. 

… Well now he really wanted in her head. He’d never met this woman, but not only had she known his old name, and new name… But she also knew what he was capable of. “It’s LOUD, it’s scary, it’s overwhelming, I g-get a lot of awful thoughts–”

That information was something he couldn’t let slip.

And with a slight push of his magic on her, tapping into her-

                                                  “IT’S BAGGS!!!”                              !RECNELIS           “Aw shit here we go again”              “!recneliS”      

“It’s the swirly eye guy!”                !!tuo ti teG                         “Oh my god it’s the hypnosans.”                 !!tuo ti teG  !!tuo ti teG             “Shit gurl what are you doing–run bitch run”         !RECNELIS         “!!!recneliS”                                    “HYPNODADDYY!!!!!”    “This is when Sonia knew; she fucked up”                                !RECNELIS ENOGEB           “BAGGSYYYYY”                  .EREH UOY TNAW TON OD EW ,RECNELIS ENOGEB   “Welp looks like Sonia’s gonna have a good time ;D”                 !!!TUO ti teG             “We had a good run, boys!”              “WTF Sonia you cut your hand on the rocks, DO THE THING”                            ?lessev ruo htiw tnaw uoy od tahw ,recneliS    “I LOVE HIM TAKE US HOME BAGGS”                        !!tuo ti teG         “Is covering her ears even gonna work?       !RECNELIS     !!tuo ti teG                !!tuo ti teG   !!tuo ti teG           !!tuo ti teG  !RECNELIS ENOGEB    !!tuo ti teG      !!tuo ti teG  

         .EREH UOY TNAW TON OD EW ,RECNELIS ENOGEB   

Baggs shook his head, pulling back from the overwhelming deluge of differing voices that flooded his mind when he tried to read hers. 

Well, that explained how she knew things she wasn’t supposed to. And he got her name, without needing to ask it.

“My… You weren’t joking when you said it was loud…” Baggs snorted, almost in disbelief of just how loud this woman’s own mind was. Surely, something like this could be… Valuable. But first, he needed to make sure that Sonia trusted him. If the one hearing such information was loyal to him, then perhaps he could put those… Noisy voices in her mind to use, to attain information that he might not be privy to. And there wasn't much in the underground that he was not privy to.

Baggs slowly approached Sonia, who was crouched down and curled in on herself as much as she could. Her SOUL was circling around her faster and faster, as he could easily pick up on the anxiety this woman was going through. He watched, getting an idea of what paths her SOUL would take in its orbit, and held out a hand gently towards her, his palm upwards. Letting his mere intent gently reach out towards her soul. Baggs wanted her to trust him, being too rough about this could endanger that. “Now now, my dear… Don’t be so afraid…” Baggs soothing tones gently echoed off the walls, a smirk grew on his face. Stars, with the acoustics assisting him, he didn’t have too much a need for his magic yet. 

This couldn’t be more perfect. 

He made gentle, coaxing motions with his fingers, not utilizing his eye quite yet. No, this woman was on the defensive, with no inclination of offensive desire. Slowly, and gently. “It’s going to be alright…” More and more, her SOUL’s path started to slow when it would cross close to his hand. Sonia curled in on herself more, and Baggs could almost feel the headache that she must have been dealing with. “Take a nice, slow, deep breath for me.” 

It took her a moment to show any sign of response. But with the slow, deep inhale she took, that was his answer as to whether or not she was blocking her ears enough to hear his voice. 

“And then let it out, slowly and gently.” The fall of her back as she slowly exhaled was a relief. How humans involved so much of their body in the act of breathing, it was a fascinating process to see in the works. And through doing so, easing a slow calm into the mind. “Good… Now breathe in once more, slowly and deeply.” Even without his magic, Sonia obeyed him. Drawing in another slow and deep breath into her lungs. 

Furthermore, curiously, Baggs watched her hands move from her ears. Slowly curling over her head instead. A likely surrender of her attempts to block out his voice. Perfect, letting her guard down more and more… “Now as you breathe out, feel the stress and tension in your body slowly drift out with your breath.” A slow exhale, he could see Sonia’s shoulders start to relax a bit. Before a tense as she gripped her head. Ah.. Those voices must be giving the poor girl a migraine at any rate. “There there… It’s going to be alright…”

Baggs crouched down next to her, gently soothing a hand on her back. Mixing a bit of his magic with his intent, and it wasn’t long before her SOUL practically came right to him. Baggs wouldn’t risk applying his magic right away, not with so many unknown factors with this one. Not to mention the damage on her SOUL already.… And with her being so meek and passive? He could take his time on this, there was no rush. Besides, it was an experiment. Testing out ‘traditional’  hypnosis methods that humans would use on eachother could prove to be entertaining. 

And proper entertainment was something he had been… Sorely lacking in his schedule. “Breathing in, feeling a comforting warmth fill your lungs, and relaxation easing in.”

A slow, shaky breath in. He watched as her back raised in her hunched over position. 

“... Breathing out, feeling the stress and tension leave with your breath.”

A slower, heavier drawn out breath. Good, she wouldn’t be at risk of hyperventilating at this rate.

“... Breathing in, warmth and relaxation.”

And slowly, as she breathed in. Baggs began easing some of his magic onto her SOUL. Gentle, careful.

“... Breathing out, stress and tension.”

Sonia breathed out, as he examined her SOUL. The last thing he wanted to risk was that crack growing bigger…

“And as you breathe, you’ll find those voices that speak in your mind… Start to grow quieter, and quieter.”

Another slow and deep breath from his new human subject– patient. How Interesting, he hadn’t anticipated this level of reception with so little magic use on his part. At the very least, using this slower method proved to be… Relaxing, for both his intended subject, and himself. 

“Breathing in, warmth and relaxation…”

Baggs watched as more and more, Sonia’s body eased, no longer clinging to her head for dear life. Instead resting her palms gently on the floor. 

“Breathing out, stress and tension…”

Watched as the tension and fear ebbed from her posture, her knees coming to rest on the cavern floor. Just taking slow, and deep breaths on her own, now. No need for Baggs to tell her to do so, all he needed to do was get her on a slow, steady rhythm.

“Feeling yourself drift, in this calm warmth. As each of those voices slowly drift further and further away.”

Nevermind that he was slowly and surely tuning those loud streams of thoughts down to a trickle. 

“Quieter and quieter, find that one by one… Each of those voices becomes so silent, you can barely hear them…”

Baggs wanted to ensure that there was still some manner of connection. Severing it entirely could ruin his plans for her. Sonia raised her head a bit, but still had her eyes closed. Time to fix that. Using the hand that wasn’t guiding her soul, Baggs gently stroked a hand along her chin. Ever so gently stroking to lead her head towards him. 

“One by one, becoming so quiet…” Baggs leaned close. 

Sonia’s eyes opened up in surprise, upon hearing how close his voice had become. Perfect. His eye’s magic activated, which caught her eyes almost instantly. How easily his magic pulled her down, the SOUL in his hand shivered in fear… Before that fear slowly ebbed away.

“... Until my voice is the only one you hear.” 

As her eyes focused on his, he watched that look of shock become replaced by an expression of lulled relaxation. A little soft smile weakly tugged at her mouth, the look in her eyes was… … Completely unexpected. A gentle look of pining and reverence as she gazed up at him through half-lidded eyes. He could feel how despite her initial resistance, she fell so easily under his magic. “Well, isn’t that so much better…? Nothing to worry about… Nothing to fear… Let yourself drift in this wonderful feeling…” Baggs smiled softly as he cupped her cheek with his hand. Like a wild kitten being pet for the first time, he felt her slowly lean her face into his hand. Sonia seemed to be full of so many surprises, as her hand slowly raised to caress over his, and heard her weakly purr out; “Mmm… Master~...” His jaw dropped. And he was unable to stop the chortle that escaped his mouth. 

Sonia being so easy to fall under and accept it, despite his slow and steady hypnosis? Was a welcome surprise. Her leaning into his dominance so readily as if to eagerly cling to it? An absolutely welcome treat.

“Well well… I didn’t even need to teach you that one... You’re an eager one, aren’t you~?” Baggs cooed, as he watched the woman’s head lean ever more against his hand. Her eyes glazed over, swirling with his magic, and focused on his own. The expression of reverence still clear on her face. Baggs was certainly going to have a lot of fun with this one, he could already tell… 

[slashingdisneypasta]

Beetlejuice x AFAB!Reader || Drabble+Smut

Plot: You bet him he couldn't leave you alone (stop harassing you) for even one day, not realising that he would take winning s o seriously, but he's a stubborn old fuck so now its been weeks, and he still wont give in. And well... now you kinda miss him. Ironic, huh?

Warnings: Smut. Reader is DOWN BAD, FED UP AND WANTS THAT PERVERT DICK. A little daddy kink, panty stealing, creampie (WRAP IT BEFORE YA TAP IT. Especially with this guy 😅 We dunno what he has 😅), at points its even kinda f l u f f y?? I tried to connect with different facets of Beetlejuice 😅🤣 XD Unedited.

"Stay fucken still." That raspy voice sounding a hundred shades of pissed o f f creeping directly in your ear, as well as the boner you're sitting on, do absolutely the opposite to what he wants. They do not deescalate anything- in fact, you just feel even more turned on. Jesus christ, who knew it would only take 2 weeks no-contact for you to find him attractive.

But-- b o y, do you see it now.

Yeah he's mucky, but thats part of it?? The harsh mossy stubble and forearm hair (When he rolls up his sleeves), the deep greasy racoon bags around his dark beady eyes, the crazy hair that will not be tamed, everything. You know its kind of fucked up, but you have never wanted someone so bad. And if it weren't for that stupid bet 2 weeks ago-- you would have him! Goddamnit. You and your big mouth.

"Come on BJ," You urge softly, using the tip of your finger to guide his face towards you even as every muscle in his face fights to stay strong and remain stern- and most importantly, avoid looking at you. "Look at me." The ghost with the most hadn't looked at you since he accepted the bet, afraid of seeing you and immediately losing. Immediately being unable to keep his nasty eyes- hands- mouth, off of you.

He's been so strong. So boneheaded-ly strong.

Meanwhile you've been going crazy thinking about him stuffing you with his cock and then keeping your dirty underwear after.

Now sat atop his lap, face-forward, you intend to get him to look at you again and break his resolve. If it is the last thing you do tonight. Or for the week.

"I am lookin' at you." His face barely moves; the words coming out forced and humourless. No tone at all. But you can feel his cock painfully hard stretching the seam on his pants, and your underwear. Probably an embarrassing wet spot, too. "Whadaya mean."

You're so close he can surely feel your warm breath on his face. Giving his nose a cute little brush with your own, you feel his dick twitch in his black and white striped pants and a slow grin worms it way onto your lips. "No you're not... come on. Please, BJ?" With round eyes, you pout a little. "I miss you."

With that, he gives a frustrated and animated groan, and finally looks down from just past your head- to your eyes, causing a delighted smile to slip across your face. "Come on now baby- thats not fair at all. Come on."

You throw your arms around his neck as a familiarly slimy, hot, sex-crazed grin spreads across his grimy mouth. That wild look that apparently you love appearing in his eyes again, looking down at you- all over. Licking over your pretty willing body with just a look. "You didn't give me a choice!!"

"Hey, hey, hey- you bet me, sugar- "

"Hey. You gonna take your chance and fuck me, or not?"

He shrugs. "Well when you're right, you're right." Then he kisses you open-mouthed and all-tongue and just how you imagined he would kiss, and swallows any giggle you were going to give. Along with all your thoughts.

~

Neither of you can bring yourselves to perform any foreplay- even though you want to. Want to enjoy this; grind in his lap a while longer, feel his tongue in your cunt, tease him with your lips warm and tongue damp over the top of his pants- But you're more then wet enough already, the fabric of your underwear sticks to your pussy lips, and his obviously rock-hard boner fights to tear a hole in its confines. You'll have time for all that fun stuff later, anyway.

You barely have time to properly taste each other's tongues for the first time before his greedy fingers are digging under your skirt, underneath your underwear, and slipping easily right into you. Too easily, shit. He gives a filthy groan, getting 3 of his fingers good and drenched in your slick; feeling your pretty cunt squeeze 'em. "Fuck, honey, I think this is the best pussy I ever had."

Breathless, you give a giggle; forehead pressed into his shoulder at just the feeling of his fingers invading you; hips juttering slightly into is hand. "You haven't even had me yet."

"Lets fix that, then, shall we? Now."

Your fingers go down to the button on his pants and eagerly, with deft fingers, undo it. He's not wearing underpants, predictably, so you just have to reach in and carefully finagle his fat cock free. Then you swipe a finger over the insanely leaky tip for fun and watch his head fall back against the wall, listening to the wildly horny, gutteral groan come out of him at the feeling.

He clicks his fingers and your underwear disappears. You see it reappear in his hand a last time, just before he shoves it in his jacket pocket; flashing you a cheesy grin. "Souvenir."

When finally, finally you sink down on his gross cock you both let out sighs of utter satisfaction. 2 weeks was a hell of an edge.

You're almost happy to just sit there with him stretching you open, milking him with your pussy, but when he shifts his hips, just getting more comfortable and laying his hands on your hips, the movement sparks a change of mind. "BJ... " You wrap your legs more securely around him, around the back of the chair he's sat in, and lift your hands to grip the lapels on his jacket. Your eyes meet his very dark, lusty ones. Just watching you; a little scary and a little smug and a little pussy drunk. "... fuck me."

"P l e a s e?"

"Please, daddy."

His eyes roll into the back of his head and dramatically huffs, making you giggle. "Oh fuck, baby, you really know howta murder a guy." With all his strength, he pulls himself back together; straightening up again. "Alright, alright- hold on, daddy's gonna take you on a ride."

You open your mouth to respond, but before you can even make noise, you blink and you're in another position entirely. Off the chair now, you find yourself pressed against a nearby wall, your legs still wrapped around him and his cock still throbbing inside you.

While you're feeling dizzy from teleporting, Beetlejuice pulls almost all the way out of your messy cunt and thrusts all the way back in- hard. He does it again. Then the pace picks up and he's pounding you into the wall at an inhuman pace that has you hiding your face in his shoulder again and knotting your fingers tight in his greasy hair.

Your orgasm builds up at a record pace, due to all the build up. It would be embarrassing, if he wasn't fighting not to paint your insides already himself. "I gotta- I gotta be honest, sweetie, I- I don't think daddy's gonna last long in this cat. Not this time. The way you're suckin me in- Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuck. Pullin' my hair- Damn, shit, Fuck!- " Finally, BJ mashes his groin against yours and holds himself there; cumming hard inside you.

That causes your orgasm, rolling your hips against him and riding it out, making him shudder out a sigh. A vulgar dopey grin flickers across his jawline and black teeth.

... After a few minutes of heavy breathing- you catching your breath, and him just 'livin in it', enjoying the feel of breather meat for a while longer, you finally pull yourself together and raise your head carefully off his chest. "Um... " Suddenly you feel awkward. But not uncomfortable. You give a small, tired smile. "I don't know what to say?"

"... " He ducks down and presses his forehead to yours, and you're fooled for just a moment that this might be a sweet moment. "Uh. How about 'you win the bet, handsome?'."

Quickly you swat him, laughing. "Oh- Never!"

[leviackermanscleaningbuddy]

SKZ DRABBLE-OT8

The one where presenting triggers an avalanche of unknown roles. And Minho was definitely not meant to be a scientist.

or

The Twenty Third Installment of the SKZ!Pack Prequel Series.

Tags: Skz, Stray Kids, Stay, OT8, SKZ!pack, SKZ!abo, Poly!Skz, Omegaverse, FemReader, SKZ x you, SKZ x reader, OT8 x you, OT8 x reader, Bang Chan, Lee Minho, Seo Changbin, Hwang Hyunjin, Lee Felix, Han Jisung, Kim Seungmin, Yang Jeongin, Y/N, SKZ!pack prequel, Pack!Prequel, prequel series, new, update, Skz drabble

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Mentions of vomit

Title: Scientific Method

“What do we do? Is there someone we should call?” Jisung paces frantically, his fingers buried in his hair, his expression panicked. 

Hyunjin scoffs from his spot on the couch, his arms folded over his chest, his whole posture stiff and screaming anger still. “What do you think there is? Some sort of ‘Presentation Police’?”

“Hyunjin.” Changbin warns in a low tone from beside the omega, eyes flashing to the distress obvious on Jisung’s face, in the souring of his scent. 

The distress flooding everyone at this point. 

“He’s right though.” Seungmin comments from his spot against the wall, watching everyone warily, as if he’s studying you all. “We will have to get the appropriate paperwork from the Heat Clinic to excuse him from studies.” 

The beta shifts slightly, clearing his throat. “And delayed presentations, from what I’ve read, are like a heat, but on steroids. So whether he knows it or not, he’s gonna need an alpha-a knot-sooner rather than later.” 

You don’t miss the way Changbin and Chan stiffen at his words, a muscle flinching in Chan’s clenched jaw. 

Minho sighs, reaching out a hand to stop Jisung’s endless pacing, tugging the beta to him and tucking him beneath the safety of his chin. 

Jisung’s body stills, but his foot still taps anxiously against the floor. 

“What do we do now though? At this exact moment?” 

Seungmin shrugs. “We’ll have to ask him-what he needs, what he wants. Every omega-especially newly presented ones-are different. No two are the same.” 

Hyunjin snorts from his position on the couch, anger flaring to life in the dark recesses of his eyes. 

“He’s in no fucking condition to talk, Seungmin. Kid can’t even keep water down. He’s miserable.” 

You know why he’s angry-and he has a right to be-but your alpha growls warningly in response at the slight bitter flare to his scent, as if he’s challenging you. 

You discreetly put a hand over your nose and breathe through your mouth, because the scents colliding in the room right now-heightened by uncertainty and rampaging emotions-are threatening to overwhelm you. 

You can feel a headache starting to pound behind your eyes. 

“He’s probably scared.” Felix whispers, eyes large and dark, expression grave and worried. He’s picking at a string on the blanket across his lap, and Hyunjin breaks his inactivity to reach out and place his fingers comfortingly over the other omega’s. 

Felix gives him a grateful look before he continues. 

“Someone needs to be there for him. I don’t know what late presentations are like, thank god, but I do know what heats are like, and he’s not going to want to be alone.” 

Chan clears his throat, resignation in his eyes as he steps forward, glancing between you, Changbin, and Minho. 

“We have responsibilities as the alphas of this pack to take care of our own. We need to ask him who he wants, before he suffers needlessly.” 

“He’s already suffering.” Hyunjin mutters bitterly beneath his breath, and Chan turns to him, eyes suddenly flashing, but his voice steady. 

“Hyunjin, you have a right to be angry on Jeongin’s behalf, we were boneheads, I get that, but no matter how stupid we’ve been going about it, we’ve always, always put this pack first, and that’s what we’re trying to do now. Please give us a little slack, and if you don’t have anything helpful to add, find somewhere else to be until you can get control of your emotions.” 

You see Felix squeeze Hyunjin’s hand, and finally the omega nods once, curt and short. 

Chan blows out a long breath and glances back to all of you, and you see the dark circles forming beneath his eyes, slowly bruising the tan skin. 

“Okay. How do we do this?” 

You feel something heavy sink into the pit of your stomach at his words, and you immediately hold out your hands, your voice quiet as you announce, “Well, he definitely doesn’t want to see me. So I’ll take myself out of the running.” 

Chan opens his mouth to say something-maybe to agree with you, maybe not-but Seungmin beats him to the punch. 

“Not necessarily.” The beta pushes off the wall and comes toward you, studying you with a sharp gaze that seems to look right into everything you’re so desperately trying to keep hidden. “You may have been a straight up alpha asshole, and Jeongin may be upset with you right now, but his omega is an entirely different story.” 

You stare at him, and he gives you a slight smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes as he shrugs. 

“Biology’s a bitch, remember?” 

You sigh. “So you keep telling me.” 

“I’ll just go and talk to him.” Hyunjin announces sharply, pushing up from the couch with a slight glare. “He’s used to my scent since I helped him down here to his apartment, so it shouldn’t trigger him too much or make him too territorial if I enter his nest-” 

Suddenly, the omega sways on his feet, and Changbin is up in a flash, steadying him with an arm around his waist. 

“Jin.” Changbin murmurs, his face pinched with worry and confusion as he stares at the omega. “You good?” 

“Fuck, I don’t-” Hyunjin starts to say, shaking his head slowly, before he groans and leans over to clamp his arms around his midsection. 

“Fuck.” He repeats again, and it’s a whimper this time, as Changbin takes all of his weight with a grunt and holds him upright. 

“What the fuck is going on?” Chan asks, voice tight, as he kneels down in front of Hyunjin and tries to look up into his face, his hands going steadily on the omega’s hips. 

There is the sudden sharp scent of lemons flooding out all the other smells in the room, and saliva starts to pool behind your teeth. 

Your wolf begins to pace in agitation. 

“I think I-” Hyunjin starts to say between gritted teeth, before doubling over once more. 

And then you smell it, clear as day. 

It makes your jaw ache, spit flooding your mouth, your wolf suddenly at full attention, hungry. 

Slick. 

“Aw, fuck.” Minho growls out, dark eyes growing more serious as he stares at Hyunjin. “Are you in heat?” 

Hyunjin shakes his head violently, as Changbin helps him toward the door with slow, unsteady steps. “No! I’m diligent with tracking, I’m not even close-” “Wait.” You say, hurrying after Changbin and helping Hyunjin slip his feet into his sneakers. You glance up at the pained look on the omega’s from where you’re kneeling and suddenly, you feel stupid for not putting it together sooner. 

“The same thing happened when Felix experienced his first heat as part of the pack.” You glance at Felix for confirmation, and he gives a quick nod, his eyes never leaving Hyunjin’s crumpled frame. “And now Jeongin-” 

Seungmin’s eyes light up like he’s just put the puzzle pieces together too. 

“Oh my god. We’re so fucking dense.” 

You nod, and Hyunjin lets out a harsh breath, glaring as much as he can between the two of you. 

“Spit it out. I’m dying here.” 

You smooth a palm down his thigh, and the muscle trembles a little less beneath your touch, your pheromones blooming in the air between you. 

“You’re our Luna.” You murmur, and your wolf growls with the rightness of it all. You can’t believe you hadn’t realized it sooner. You glance back up to Hyunjin’s pinched face. “You’re the Luna of the pack.” 

Understanding crosses Hyunjin’s face, followed by panic. 

“Fuck, I think I’m going to be sick-” He chokes out, and you don’t know whether it’s the sudden news of his position in the pack, or the impending heat, but he does suddenly look a bit green. 

You stand, and open the door so Changbin can usher him into the hall. 

“Take care of him, yeah?” You say softly as they pass you, and Changbin glances at you, nodding stiffly. 

“I’ve got him, baby girl. Don’t worry.” 

You nod back, holding his gaze. “I know.” 

Hyunjin whines, and you have to tamp your wolf back down from answering the call. 

You lean over once more to glance at his face, smoothing a hand over his hair. 

“If you need me, baby-” You assure quietly, staring at him unwaveringly, your scent backing your firm words. “-I will be there immediately. Okay?” 

Hyunjin nods, whimpering slightly beneath his breath, clutching his middle, and then you let them go, watching as Changbin helps him down the hall and out of sight. 

You glance back in through the open doorway, to where the rest of the pack is still discussing how to help Jeongin, and now Hyunjin, and feel something heavy and forbidding settle into the pit of your stomach. 

“Fuck.” You mutter beneath your breath, just to yourself and whatever God may be listening, before you go back into the apartment and shut the door. 

***************

In the end, you all come to the decision that it’s for the best if the two betas go in to talk to Jeongin and see what he needs from all of you. 

“Our scents are soft and faint, they won’t trigger him like the alphas’ or Felix’s would.” Seungmin had assured, looking between all of you seriously. “We’re also neutral ground, so his omega shouldn’t feel the need to be territorial over its nest either.” 

 And now Jisung was looking like he wanted to follow in Jeongin’s and Hyunjin’s footsteps and promptly hurl his guts up in the bathroom. 

“I’m having a fucking panic attack.” He chokes out, leaning over the sink, palms flat against the cold marble of the counter, face red and sweaty. 

You shut the door quietly behind you and approach him slowly, watching the way his chest heaves as he breathes in and out. 

Well, gasps in and out. 

“Jisung.” You murmur gently, coming up behind him and carefully sliding your hands over his, pressing your chest against his back, if only to ground him a little. “Breathe.” 

“I can’t-” He stutters out, fingers clenching beneath your own, his whole body trembling, as he drops his head and gasps for breath, repeating again desperately, “-I can’t.” 

“Jisung.” You echo, voice firmer this time, pressing more tightly against him, pinning him against the counter, hoping to settle him with your body weight. “Look at me.” 

He lifts his head, just enough to meet your eyes in the mirror from beneath the dark fringe of his bangs, and you hold him steady with your gaze, watching the panic swirl in the depths of his eyes. 

“Breathe.” You admonish again, softer once more, and Jisung manages to take in one deep, shuddering breath. You nod, squeezing his hands. “Good. Again.” 

He takes in another breath, followed by another, and you wait in silence, until his heartbeat is no longer thundering through his back and into your own. 

“Good boy, baby.” You praise quietly, rubbing your fingers over his own, as he ducks his head once more and takes a few more calming breaths. “That’s it. You’re doing great.” 

You watch him carefully in the reflection of the mirror, gauging his condition, and after another beat of silence, he lifts his head and says hoarsely in a halting voice, not quite meeting your gaze, “I’m sorry.” 

You immediately shake your head, snaking your arms around his waist now that he’s a tad calmer, squeezing him to you as you continue to both stand in front of the mirror. 

“You have nothing to apologize for, ever. Not with me, not with any other member of the pack. We love you, baby. That will never change.” 

You squeeze him once more, just for good measure, and he finally meets your gaze, his own large, dark eyes still slightly more shiny than normal. 

“Thanks.” He whispers back, taking in another long, trembling breath. 

You nod silently, still watching him, and then ask softly, “Do you want to talk about it?” 

Jisung blows out the breath he had been holding, and his fingers tighten again against the lip of the counter, his knuckles whitening. 

The scent of drying laundry filling the bathroom grows slightly moldy. 

His body tenses beneath your hold, and you sink your chin onto his shoulder, just to remind him you’re there. 

“I-” Jisung starts, biting his trembling bottom lip. “-don’t think I’m the right person for this job.” 

You say nothing, waiting for him to continue. 

He sighs, and releases his hold on the counter finger by finger, as if he just now realized how tightly he was clenching the stone for support. 

“I don’t know what to say, or what to do, and I’ve never even dealt with someone during their cycle before-well, that’s not true, I’ve been with Minho-hyung for rut, but a heat is completely different according to Seungmin-and a whole lot is riding on this going well, and I-” His panicked rambling dies off into a groan, and he leans over the sink once more. “-Fuck, I think I’m going to be sick-” 

You cling to him more tightly, and try to pull him back from the brink. 

“Jisung.” You say firmly, keeping your voice calm and steady, your expression never wavering from his as you stare him down in the mirror. You mimic a deep, long breath. “Breathe, baby.” 

He manages to pull in another breath at your words, and then another, and when he looks at you once more, he doesn’t look quite so intent on vomiting up his breakfast. 

You let him calm down in silence for another beat, and then you ask quietly, voice firm, “Who made you feel like that?” 

Jisung’s eyes flick up to yours, and there is surprise written on his face, mixed now with the panic. 

“Like what?” 

It’s your turn to take in a deep breath, something cold and final settling between your ribs now that you’re truly paying attention, as if your wolf knew what was happening before you did, growling low and threatening, ready to protect the beta enclosed in your arms with its final breath. 

“Like you’re not good enough. Like you’re somehow lacking.” 

You’re not just talking about the anxiety attacks either. You’re talking about the fact that someone made him feel as if he didn’t have anything to contribute to serious situations. 

The thought makes you see red. 

Jisung visibly winces, and you know you’ve hit the nail on the head. 

“Jisung.” You say firmly, reaching up a hand to cup his chin, so he can’t duck his head and avoid your gaze any longer, your palm against his throat, the rapid flicker of his pulse speeding up beneath your touch. 

His eyes are large and dark, and a silent tear rolls down one of his cheeks. 

“You are an important, valid, loved member of this pack. When I say you can do anything you set your mind to, I mean it. And there is no one, no one, better for this job than you.” 

His bottom lip quivers and you swipe your finger tip across it gently. 

“You were the first one to make Innie feel welcome. The first one to help him get comfortable. The first one to invite him to hang out in a casual setting. You were the only member of the pack he trusted from the absolute very beginning. You, Jisung, no one else, you. And he needs you now. And we wouldn’t have asked you to do this, if we didn’t believe that you could.” 

Jisung takes in one more deep, shuddering breath, and then nods, straightening his shoulders with a determined look. 

“You’re right. I can do this.” 

You give him the hint of a smile as he turns in your arms, and lean forward to press a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth, swiping away the track left behind by the rogue tear. 

The scent of laundry is cleaner now, giving hints of a warm summer day and fresh detergent.

“Yes, baby, you absolutely can.” 

*********

“Stop pacing.” Minho snaps out, glaring at Chan, as he takes another circle of the room. 

Chan shoots him an apologetic look and flops down beside you on the couch. “Sorry, Min.” 

He glances at his watch and then to the empty hallway. 

“They’ve been in there a long time. Do you think they-” “No.” You shake your head, knowing where he’s going, and let your hand rest on his jiggling thigh, stilling the nervous movement and hopefully keeping him place for a moment longer. “They’re okay. Jisung and Seungmin have got this.” 

Chan sighs and nods, sinking back into the couch, but he doesn’t look happy about it. 

The hand he covers your own with is trembling slightly. 

“God, you’re like a nervous mother hen, hyung.” Minho remarks with a slight smirk, though you can tell, by his grip on the arm of the couch, that he’s not as relaxed as he’s pretending to be. 

This whole thing has put everyone on edge. 

“I can’t help it.” Chan protests, throwing his hands out helplessly. “He’s always on edge, but today it’s like ten times as bad.” 

You know he’s talking about his alpha, and something in his words catches your attention, making you think for a moment. 

Hyunjin being the Luna of the pack made sense after you’d put everything together, maybe Chan-

Your train of thought is interrupted by the reappearance of Seungmin and Jisung, and a fresh wave of a scent you’ve never smelled before. 

Something yeasty, like rising bread? And spiced with cinnamon around the edges. 

Your wolf immediately pricks its ears, growling possessively. 

At the same time, Chan covers his nose beside you, pupils going wide and dark almost immediately. 

“Fuck.” Jisung goes directly to Minho, curling up into his arms and snuggling his head against his chest, and Minho rears back, hissing slightly between his teeth. 

Jisung glances up, expression offended. “What the fuck, hyung?” 

Minho carefully deposits the put out beta onto his own cushion of the couch, and scoots closer to you and Chan, his own palm going up to cover his nose and mouth. 

“No offense, Sungie, but you’re gonna have to shower before you come near me again.” 

Now all three of you are crushed onto the furthest end of the couch, and Seungmin is watching from the doorway, open amusement on his features. 

Jisung glances at the other beta with annoyance on his face, and Seungmin takes pity on him, coming to sit beside him as he pats his hand once in sympathy. 

Minho practically climbs on top of you and Chan to get away. 

“It’s Innie’s scent, hyung. It’s all over us.” Seungmin says, glancing over to the three of you with humor in his dark eyes, his brow arched. “He didn’t have one before, but now that he’s presenting, it’s kinda strong.” 

“Kinda?” Chan chokes out, trying to breathe through his mouth, and you have to agree with his outrage. 

You literally can’t take a breath of the yeast laden air without your entire body prickling with want. 

“Well, fuck me, I guess.” Jisung grumbles, lifting the hem of his shirt to his nose as if to smell what Seungmin is talking about, then letting it fall in open disgust. 

“Oh, I will.” Minho retorts back, his hand never leaving his face. “But only after you shower.” 

“Well?” Chan asks impatiently, and Seungmin gives him a sharp look, to which he slumps back on the couch. “Sorry.” 

“Wow, first you say we stink, now you’re taking tones with us?” Jisung wails dramatically, flinging himself over Seungmin, even as the other beta wrinkles his nose and tries, unsuccessfully, to shove him off. “The pack is being torn apart by this!” 

“You don’t stink-” You start carefully, glancing at Chan and Minho, who look just as desperately frazzled as you feel. The saliva in your mouth echoes the truth of your words. “-quite the opposite actually.” 

Jisung immediately ceases his wailing and sits up right. 

“Oh?” He arches a brow, and a saucy look comes over his face. “So you’re telling me I shouldn’t do this-” 

He makes a move to playfully lunge toward the three of you, piled on the end of the couch, and swear to god, you all visibly flinch. 

“No!” You all shriek at the same time, and Minho’s elbow hits you square in the face and Chan takes your knee to his ribs as you all scrabble to get away from the smirking beta and the overwhelming, incredibly tantalizing scent of warm bread. 

“Fucking hell, Jisung.” Minho groans, pinching his nose and screwing his eyes closed as if he’s getting a migraine. “Do you have a death wish?” 

Jisung’s smirk grows wider. “Death by fucking? It’s my ideal way to go.” 

“Yeah, well-” Chan sighs deeply. “Don’t play with fire right now, okay? Or our alphas are liable to jump you and never let you go. They’re-” He shifts uncomfortably beneath you, and you feel his hardness between your legs. It makes your mouth water more. “-incredibly riled.” He finishes lamely, and Minho scoffs and rolls his eyes at the obvious understatement of the century. 

  “Speaking of,” You turn to Minho, who is practically sitting on top of you, Chan on the bottom of your unfortunate dog-or wolf-pile. “Can you get your boner out of my face?” 

He levels you with an even gaze. “Only if you get yours out of mine.” 

Chan groans. “Seungmin, for the love of god, please just tell us who Jeongin wants so the other two of us can get the fuck out of here.” 

Jisung’s face grows serious, and Seungmin lets out a long breath. 

“He doesn’t know.” He lifts one shoulder in a shrug, even as your stomach plummets at the grave words. “You’ve all gotta go in there and see who his new omega responds to the most favorably.” Seungmin’s face darkens slightly. “But hurry up, because even if he doesn’t know it, he’s gonna need a knot, and soon.” 

Chan nods resignedly. “All right. Do we get Changbin?”

“We can’t.” You immediately shake your head. “You know how Jinnie is in heat. He won’t let anyone else near him for the first twenty four hours.” 

“Guess we’re the lucky Three Musketeers then.” Minho grunts, shoving himself up from the couch and offering you and Chan a hand. “C’mon Porthos and Aramis. Let’s get this over with.” 

“How come you get to be Athos?” You grumble beneath your breath at the other alpha, but allow him to pull you to your feet regardless. 

Minho arches a brow at you and gives you a look that brooks no argument as he pulls Chan to his feet as well. 

“Because I said so. Now quit your whining and c’mon. Let’s go.” 

********************

When you enter Jeongin’s bedroom, the first thing you’re hit with is the wave of scent. 

It’s so thick you can taste it, warm and spicy on your tongue, saliva instantly pooling, teeth aching.

Your wolf is instantly pacing your insides, whining long and low, begging you to do something. 

You clench your hands into fists at your side and glue yourself against the wall, because you’re not sure you can trust yourself to take another step. 

Not yet. 

Minho files in after you, his expression neutral, the only signal he’s taken notice of the new omega’s scent a slight flaring of his nostrils as he steps inside, leveling his gaze on the curled boy on the bed. 

He crosses without hesitation, and crouches down beside Jeongin, careful not to disturb the carefully curated nest of blankets and pillows surrounding the omega, lining the edges of the small twin bed. 

You admire his calm confidence, back hard against the wall. 

“Hey, pup.” Minho says in a low, gentle voice, and Jeongin cracks open an eye, staring at Minho in slight confusion before recognition dawns on his features. 

“Hyung?” He croaks out weakly, not moving from the fetal position, his arms curled around his middle. 

His scent flares in response to Minho’s presence, and you grit your teeth, willing yourself to remain firmly in place. 

Chan appears at your side, the last to come through the door, and you glance sidelong at him, noting the immediate change in his demeanor as the scent laden air washes over him. 

His whole body stiffens, and you can see it, the alpha coming to life in the depths of his eyes, erasing the dark circle of his pupils as fiery gold washes in. 

“Chan-” You start to say, not sure if you should reach out and touch him in his current state. 

Minho reaches out to swipe a hand across the sweaty hair plastered to Jeongin’s forehead, and Chan growls, low and threatening in the back of his throat, the dangerous sound filling the room and making your every hair stand on end. 

Minho glances over his shoulder at the other alpha, expression hard, lips pressed into a thin line. 

“Christopher.” The name Minho always uses for your mate must snap him out of his alpha mindset for just a moment, because Chan is suddenly back, stumbling backward to plant his back firmly against the door beside your own, his eyes wide and dark, chest heaving, expression panicked. 

A harsh wave of thunderstorm, so thick it threatens to choke you, rolls over the room. 

This time, you reach out and lay a hand on his arm, and his frantic gaze snaps to your own. 

“I can’t be here-” He chokes out, eyes flicking around the room, as if he’s looking for an escape route. He clutches at the fabric of his shirt covering his chest, as if his heart is pounding so hard he has to stop it from escaping. “-not with the two of you. Fuck, I need to go-” 

Minho stands, slow and certain, staring Chan down. 

Behind him, Jeongin whimpers. 

“Do you want to rip my throat out, Christopher?” Minho asks so calmly, you have to double take on his words, his fingers pinching the skin of Chan’s wrist, his whole body stiff once more. “Rip it out for touching your little omega?” 

Chan gulps, the sound loud in your ears. 

“Minho, don’t.” You warn in a low voice, hand tightening to keep the alpha beside you in place. 

Minho ignores you, cocking his head and arching a brow at Chan, completely relaxed. 

“C’mon then. I won’t resist.” Minho smirks, baring his throat for Chan and going completely still. 

Beside you, Chan freezes, and when you glance at him worriedly, his entire pupil is swallowed in a sea of roiling gold. 

Minho snorts. “Oh? So you don’t care if I-” 

He holds Chan’s gaze steadily, and reaches out to swipe a hand once more across the sweaty, pink skin of Jeongin’s flushed forehead. 

A low growl emanates from Chan, and all of his muscles coil, as if he’s readying himself to pounce on the other alpha. 

“Minho.” You repeat, harsher this time, and Minho finally looks at you. You stare him down. “Don’t.” 

“I’m testing something, sweetheart.” Minho murmurs back, his gaze flicking back over to the other tense alpha practically vibrating beside you. 

You have the silent thought that he could probably ‘test something’ when none of your lives are in danger, but you don’t say it out loud, choosing to keep a steadying hand on Chan instead. 

“He’d just as soon rip your throat out too, you know.” Minho remarks, taking a step forward now, his searching gaze scanning Chan’s face. “Just because you’re his silly little moonmate or whatever Seungmin insists on calling it, it won’t stop him from turning on you with teeth bared if you so much as touch that omega currently on the bed, sweetheart.” 

You glance to Jeongin, still curled into a ball, and then back to Chan, eyes wide, every breath a pant through his parted lips. 

“Minho.” You try one more time, staring down the other alpha, who looks triumphant now. “Please stop.” 

Thankfully, Minho listens to you this time, shrugging his shoulders easily, before he steps away from the bed and Jeongin and back toward the door. 

Chan’s hackles slowly lower. 

Minho smirks. “C’mon, sweetheart. I think I’ve proved my point.” He takes your hand off Chan’s arm and leads you around him to the door. “We’re not needed here.”

You stumble after him, still in a partial daze from Jeongin’s scent and Chan’s behavior, and let him pull you from the room, glancing over your shoulder as the door shuts behind you. 

In the hallway, your head clears, and you’re whirling on Minho in an instant. 

“What the fuck was that?” You demand angrily, the other alpha leaning against the wall and holding your gaze steadily, ignoring your obvious fury. 

“What, you don’t know?” Minho inquires cockily, arching a brow, and you suddenly want to punch him in the face. He jerks his chin toward the room where you’d left Chan and Jeongin. “That, sweetheart, was a little test for Christopher, just to prove my theory right.” 

You stare at him, something itching at the back of your brain, and Minho rolls his eyes at your silence and sighs, like he needs to walk you through it. 

He pushes off the wall and closes the gap between you, reaching up to take your face in his hands and shake you a little. 

“Sweetheart. Let me spell it out for you.” He slows down his words dramatically and you glare back at him, even as his lips curve upward into a smirk. “Christopher is a Head Alpha. More specifically, our Head Alpha.” 

It clicks into place, and you remembered wondering, briefly, earlier. 

You continue to stare, and Minho sighs again, releasing his hold on you. 

You instantly miss the warmth of his skin and the sweet smell of bergamot in your nose. 

You realize with a start that you’re still slightly riled from Jeongin’s overly strong scent, your wolf pacing restless, relentless heat slowly building beneath the surface of your skin. 

“Minho.” You say as he turns to walk back to the living room, and he pauses, glancing over his shoulder at you with a raised brow. 

The itch is growing, spreading over your body in prickling waves. 

Staring at the full swell of Minho’s lips, bitten slightly between his sharp white teeth, is certainly not helping. 

“Yes?” Minho goads, and you realize you’ve gotten lost in your own thoughts again. 

You shake away the cobwebs and stare him down. 

You can feel the gold creeping in, your alpha emerging. 

You glance past his shoulder to the living room where the betas most likely wait, then back toward the spare room of Jeongin’s apartment. 

Minho follows your gaze, and something predatory comes into his own. 

“Oh?” You shrug a shoulder and take a step backward, toward the empty bedroom. 

“I mean, they’ll expect us to be gone a bit longer-” Minho smirks dangerously, taking a step in your direction, and your pulse picks up, anticipating the game as the spicy scent of amber hits your nose. 

“You’re absolutely right, sweetheart.” He purrs, taking another step as you take a step back to match, watching him warily. 

His tongue darts out to wet his lips, making your core clench pitifully.  “And lucky for you, kitten, I’m in the mood to take my time.” 

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Can I request a drabble? The length is up to you, where the homelander meets the reader for the first time, and they have a massive crush on him, and he can hear their heart going so fast and finds it so flattering and makes his ego much bigger than it needs to be. Thank you!!

ohhhhh this didn't entirely turn out the way i expected, but i hope you like it anyways! thanks so much for the request!

2.6k homelander x gn reader, sfw except for homelander's internal dialogue and a wee bit at the end. timeline is either early or pre s1. i know i usually skew towards female readers, but i tried to keep this one entirely gender neutral. let me know how i did, and enjoy! 🖤

Meeting fans is an everyday recurrence for Homelander. It's expected from a man of his station and notoriety. Aside from happenstance encounters during his daily duties, there’s also conventions and meet-and-greets. In addition, every once in a while, Vought employees are given the opportunity to invite friends and family for a tour of the tower. Rarer yet, for the chance to meet members of The Seven. Of them all, Homelander is without a doubt, in his humble opinion, the most enduring among them. Most often it’s children and spouses. For them, it’s the best day of their lives. For Homelander, it’s just another Wednesday.

Nonetheless, he tirelessly grins bright for every sticky-faced child and overgrown fanboy. He salutes diligently for selfies, and signs enough autographs to dry out his sharpie. The movements are automatic by now. Object comes in, object is signed, object is returned. Smile. Salute. You’re the real heroes!

Every single second of it is like the monotonous tick of a clock. Greasy fingers loudly slapping against touch screens, the occasional flash that he pretends doesn’t set his teeth on edge.

He’s handed another piece of paper, he signs it, he offers it back out.

Except you don’t take it. Instead, you’re just staring at him.

Suddenly, Homelander is zapped back to reality, the dissociative clockwork grind coming to a halt. He blinks, looking down, and realizes the paper he’s just signed is an envelope. Beneath his scrawling signature, a previous note is visible: To Homelander. He assumes that’s your name written just below it. It’s a letter for him.

“Oh, haha. Wow. Talk about your bonehead moves,” he says, lifting a gloved hand to playfully knock on his own skull. “Hello, is anyone home?”

You laugh, and he takes the opportunity to actually look at you. You’re bright eyed and as starstruck as any fan, but there’s a sincerity to your smile that’s more noteworthy than most. Your gaze has clarity to it that tells him you’re not just looking at a famous person, you’re looking at him. He likes that. 

Now that he’s actually paying attention, he’s surprised the beat of your heart didn’t hook him first. It’s pounding in your chest, the heat of it giving you a healthy flush all over. He’s willing to bet he could feel the heat of your skin clear through his gloves. Look at you, he thinks, biting back a wolfish smile. He knows already that you’d melt sweeter than ice cream in his hands. He licks his lips, giving you a once over. His eyes move quickly enough that you couldn’t possibly have seen it.

You prove distracting enough that he doesn’t even notice the man at your side until he speaks.

“There, happy? Been begging me for this for weeks,” the man says, giving you a nudge. He grins when he says, “Now you owe me one.” Homelander cocks his head sharply, like a bird of prey catching sight of a rat. “I was not begging,” you say under your breath, visibly flustered. You pull away from his second attempt to nudge you. “Dan, please,” you say, the word stressed in a way that seems to hold meaning between the two of you.

Please what, Dan? How about ‘Please don’t fucking embarrass me in front of the goddamn Homelander’?

Homelander sizes the guy up, subtly quirking a brow. He looks like someone’s intern, or maybe a tech grunt. Flimsy, without an ounce of charisma or presence. He probably would have mistaken the guy for a tall house plant if he hadn’t said anything.

“This your boyfriend?” He asks, maintaining that friendly tone of his. Neither of you seem to notice the edge creeping into it. He taps the envelope absently against his palm. “No! No, no,” You’re quick to say. Homelander doesn’t miss the look Dan gives you at the sharpness of your response. “Just friends.”

He smiles. Woof, that’s gatta sting, huh, buddy? It’s hilarious to think what this guy thought bringing you to Homelander was gonna do for his obvious situation. Did he think it was gonna get him a nice thank-you blowjob, or worse, a relationship? As if you’d have any interest in Dan after meeting an honest to god superhero. Someone you’ve apparently been begging to meet, which certainly paints a pretty picture.

Homelander begins peeling open the letter, but you throw out your hand to stop him, gently touching the top of his. He was right, he really can feel the heat of you through the leather. “Wait! I’m sorry, I just want to say thank you, and tell you that I admire you so much, which is already in that letter, and I’m rambling, and I’m sorry for that too, but I would probably shrivel up and die right now if you read that letter before I’m twenty miles away,” you say, nervous laughter bubbling up towards the end. You belatedly snatch your hand away, twice as flustered as you had been a moment before. He can still feel the lingering warmth of your hand on his.

“Holy smokes, fan behavior much?” Dan laughs, wrapping his arm around you to give your shoulder a little shake. It’s pathetic how desperately he’s trying to make himself relevant right now. Worse than that is how blatantly uninterested in him you are. Homelander very nearly rolls his eyes.

Instead, he purposefully softens his expression. He tucks the letter into his belt, and puts his hands on his hips. “Say, I don’t suppose you’ve seen the courtyard yet, have you? They call it The Garden of Heroes,” he says, leaning in to whisper the last bit to you, as if it’s a secret.

Your breath catches when he leans so near to you, and you shake your head. You give such a sweet little smile, he almost kisses you right then and there. You’re so wrapped around his finger, he’s sure you’d welcome it. He’d love to rub it in the nose of this joke of a man standing next to you, a man who was idiotic enough to deliver someone he clearly wanted right into Homelander’s hands.

Instead, he simply gestures you forward. “Then allow me to finish out your tour properly.”

You look thoroughly enchanted, eyes blown wide, lips parted. “Okay, yes! Sure. I would love that,” you say, excited as can be. You take a step forward, and he maneuvers himself perfectly between you and Dan, settling a hand on the small of your back to guide you. As the three of you walk, he catches Dan’s eye, and tosses him a wink.

For the rest of the walk, he savors the sound of Dan gritting his teeth.

Outside, Homelander gestures broadly to Vought’s expansive courtyard garden. It’s decorated with statues of heroes past and present, staggering monuments kept in pristine condition. He walks the two of you down a handful of rows, but in accordance with his plan, he stops abruptly. Putting his hands on his hips, he blows a raspberry. “You know, the view’s just not the same from down here.” Next, he makes a face, as if this brilliant idea has only just occurred to him, and snaps his fingers before he points to you. “Hey, why don’t you let me show you my view?”

“Your view?” You echo, glancing at Dan, who by this point has taken the very mature approach of outright moping. “Yeah! C’mere, let me give you a real tour,” he says, holding his hand out to you.

“Uh, I don’t think that–” Dan begins, but you’re already stepping past him, taking Homelander’s outstretched hand. With a bright smile, you say, “I’d love that.”

For as eagerly as you accept, you still yelp when Homelander effortlessly hauls you up into his arms. With one arm at your back, and the other supporting your knees, he says, “Hang on tight,” and shoots into the sky so swiftly, Dan is left shielding his face from the swirling winds of debris your ascent kicks up.

At first, Homelander thinks you’re screaming. After a beat, however, he realizes you’re laughing, arms wrapped so tightly around his neck, you’d be choking out anyone else. Gradually, he slows to a stop, hovering dozens upon dozens of feet off the ground, Dan and the gardens below a distant thought. Your breaths are coming in sharp and shallow, and if he thought your heart was pounding before, it’s nothing compared to now. It might just burst right out of your chest.

You’re still working out the giggles, or maybe you’re coming down from a mild hysteria. Either way, you eventually start to breathe more evenly, though your hold around his neck doesn’t loosen whatsoever.

“Holy shit,” you whisper, peering down at the distant earth below. When you turn back to look at him, you look surprised all over to be face to face with him. Homelander, who hasn’t taken his eyes off you, flashes his best hero’s smile. He’s satisfied by the way you fluster all over again, quickly looking away, hyper aware of how close your faces are, the press of your bodies as he holds you. It all happened so fast, perhaps it hadn’t dawned on you when you accepted that you would be so wholly at his mercy, snug in his arms, fifty feet in the air.

Works every time.

Homelander absently taps his fingers where he’s holding your leg. “What’d I tell you? Nothing beats this view.”

“It’s amazing,” you say, lifting your gaze to stare out across the city scape. “I can’t believe you can just… do this. You’re amazing,” you say, and though you don’t meet his eye, the sincerity in that praise strikes right through to the core of him like a hot lance.

“You have no idea,” he murmurs, musing on every one of his wonders he could show you. If you think this is amazing, wait until you see what he can do with his strength.

The wind must be loud in your ears, because you look back to him and ask, “What?”

“I said you’re too kind,” he says louder, teeth sharp and pearly white as he lies cleanly through them. You smile, none the wiser, but this time your gaze lingers on his. Your arms aren’t in quite such a chokehold around his neck anymore. You’re leaning against him more easily now, learning to trust the security of his hold.

“Do you do this for all your smitten fans?” You ask. You must think you’re being subtle with the way your fingers are toying with the hair at the nape of his neck, but he feels it viscerally. Whether you know it or not, you’re making it difficult for him to focus, to maintain the facade.

“Smitten?” He repeats, his smile turning a touch sly. “Is that what that letter is about?”

“Oh, god,” you say, lifting your hand from his neck to cover your face. He wishes you’d put it back, keep playing with his hair like that. “On second thought, maybe give me that back. Or burn it.” “No, no, it’s mine now. What’s in it? I mean, I could always just read it now,” he says, taking his arm from your back to reach threateningly for his belt. The lack of support prompts you to secure your arms back around his neck with a cute, distressed little noise.

“To be completely honest, I’d rather you dropped me,” you say, earning a bark of laughter from him. It’s the first genuine laugh he’s had all day. Maybe all week.

“Cahhh’mooooonnn,” he drawls, putting his arm back around you. “It can’t be that bad.” “It’s pretty tragic,” you lament, though your sheepish little smile suggests otherwise. He lifts both brows, stubbornly holding your gaze until you finally exhale a breath that tells him he’s won. “I… God, this is embarrassing. You, uhm… I know that I don’t know the real you, but who you are to the public, and the things you do… You mean a lot to me. You’ve brought me a lot of comfort. Helped bring me out of some pretty dark places, and I wanted to say thank you. For that. For choosing to be someone good when a lot of people weren’t.”

Homelander blinks. It shouldn’t catch him off guard. Your sincerity was what drew him in in the first place. Of course you don’t know the real him. No one does. By that same token, no one’s ever acknowledged to his face that there might be more to him than what Vought spoon feeds America’s braindead population through movies, TV specials, hokey interviews, and every other possible means of exploitation.

You don’t talk like you know him, but you sure as fuck sound as though you’d like to know him.

The silence stretches on just a hair too long, and he sees uncertainty rising in your eyes. He clears his throat, and breaks the sudden tension with a well practiced chuckle. “Well, that’s what heroes do, isn’t it? They save people.”

“Yeah,” you say, and he’s not sure how he can be expected to think when your fingers graze the back of his neck like that. “You’ve always been my hero.”

He’s close to you now, closer than ever before. He can’t smell anything aside from the crisp scent of peppermint lingering on your breath. He imagines you popping a mint between those soft lips in anticipation of this moment, as if you were the mastermind who had orchestrated all of this, and not the other way around. For the first time, he lets you see the way his gaze dips briefly to your mouth. He licks his own lips reflexively.

“Righty then, whelp… You’ve got a choice to make now,” he says, tilting his head slightly. “I can begin our descent, deliver you safely back onto solid ground, back to… Dan,” he says, unable to keep the edge of distaste off his tongue when he drops the name. “And the two of you can go about your day.”

He waits long enough that you’re the one to prompt him with, “Or…?”

“Or,” he picks up, lips curving into a pleased smile. “I can just take you straight home, and you can forget all about whatever he thinks you owe him.”

You bite your lip, stifling a smile. There it is again, the quickening of your pulse, the eager pattering of your heart. Now he can feel the heat of your body against him, seeping through the layers that separate you, teasing him.

“Sounds like I’ll just be going from owing him to owing you,” you say, playing as if you’re mentally balancing the pros and cons between the two. He doesn’t buy it for a second.

Homelander clicks his tongue. “Mmm, mhm, mm. I see. And is that a risk you’re willing to take?”

Instead of answering, you kiss him. For the first time in as long as he can remember, Homelander is genuinely shocked by it. Between the heartfelt letter, the shy smiles and the generally reserved way you’d handled yourself, he really didn’t think you had it in you. Yet here he is, melting into the press of your lips–they’re as soft as they looked–and pulling you closer, deeper. 

A noise dangerously close to a whimper escapes the back of his throat when you push your fingers up into his hair. He opens easily to the first swipe of your tongue, reciprocating without hesitation. What he had previously interpreted as shyness strikes him now as finely measured control.

You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?

By the time the two of you part, you’re both breathing in shallow, warm huffs against the others lips.

“I’m good with risks,” you say, voice low. “Are you?”

Homelander, wild-eyed and hard as a rock, laughs airily. “Fuck yes I am.”

You smile, making no attempts this time to hide it, and finally, Homelander sees deviousness to the edges of it that he did not notice before. “Good. Then take me home.”

With goddamn pleasure.

[silverryu25]

Heyyyy :Dc the ask for kustardweek !

Day 2: Space prison:

"I knew this would happen. I knew and i still came back with you like the idiot that I am!"

Hiiii Seren! X3 That is a very nice combo~! Hope you like the drabble >:3

DAY 2 - Space prison + “I knew this would happen. I knew and I still came back with you like the idiot that I am!”

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With a cut-off swear and a grunt, he pulled himself up on the ledge.

Sans couldn't believe he was doing this instead of playing a couch potato in his spot in front of the vidcom on his spaceship. His sacrum itched for its usual spot in the sans-shaped hole he wore into that ugly green couch, and his non-existent throat begged for some nice cold ketchup. But alas, here he was, playing the hero. Again...

He was gonna make that bonehead Red pay his weight in ketchup after he gets his boney ass out of this mess.

Before he could think of more ways to make Red pay for getting them into this new mess, a ray of light flashed from in front of him. He was close so he had to be quiet.

Careful to not make any sounds, Sans snuck forward through the vent. This was the main reason why he was the one doing this and not Edge, he could fit in the small space. It was one of the very rare times he regretted his own petite height, cause it put more work into his lazybone lap.

With a few careful wiggles, he managed to reach the ventilation opening and peer through. Thankfully, he was at the right cell and didn't have to crawl around more than necessary.

He focused on the parts of the cell he could see from it's upper corner position, trying to make out if Red was alone or not. When he was sure he couldn't see or hear anyone, he gave a quiet knock.

Red's skull turned towards the sound immediately, then quickly darted around to make sure no one was nearby. Apparently assured, he quickly climbed a chair to peer into the vent, eyelights sparking and teeth flashing in a confident smirk.

Sans wasn't sure if he wanted to kiss or smack that grin of off Red's face.

The idiot was the one that got himself in this mess by starting another bar fight. Every time they had a clash with the local law enforcement, Sans was sure Red would be at least part of the reason for it if not the main cause.

"hurry sansy," Red spoke in a hush. "da law's gunnin' fer my ass."

With an eye roll, Sans started working on the inside hinges of the vent opening. Red was lucky this space prison was one of the older ones that still had the old ventilation shafts in place. They were designed to keep a prisoner in, not to keep someone out. Pretty stupid, but who could blame the designer from not thinking anyone was crazy enough to break into a high security prison.

Still stupid.

Too bad they were smart enough to upgrade their magic dampener technology.

Making quick work of the hinges and alarms connected to them, Sans had the vent open in record time. Red grabbed the vent cover from the other side and made sure it didn't make a noise.

"great job, sweetheart." Red leaned towards Sans' skull that was peering from the vent opening, non-existent lips puckered up for a kiss, only to end up with a bony palm smacking his face. "umph? wha'-"

"no what's red." Sans deadpanned at him. "you don't deserve it."

"ey' no! sweetheart!" The whine that followed those words almost broke Sans' resolve but he managed to keep strong.

"nope."

"... fine. but imma get one when we get out."

"we'll see. just don't get us in more trouble."

"wha'dya mean sweetheart?" Red innocently asked. "i ain't never done no such thing."

Just as he said that, his right hand shot up to his chest and he lost his grip on the vent cover. Sans watched the heavy thing slip from Red's hands in slow motion, doing one elegant spin before it hit the metal floor with one edge, then bounced off, hit a few more times and then spun and flopped around a few times until it stilled. The noise it made echoed through the cell and the space beyond it like an old huge church bell. Then went quiet. Sans and Red stayed frozen in their spot as everything quieted down, holding their breaths as they listened for any sound of movement from the hall beyond the bars of the door.

A moment passed and just as they were about to relax a new blaring noise started to scream through the prison.

Alarm.

Escape alarm.

"shit!" Red swore as he started climbing into the vent while Sans quickly crawled back.

Once Red was in and Sans managed to turn around they started quickly crawling through the vents. Hopefully, they would manage to get to the spot Sans used to infiltrate the prison, once there they would be safe.

"faster sansy!"

"i know!"

"yer gonna get us caught!"

“me?!" Sans couldn't stop the incredulity from making his voice pitch uncharacteristically high. "i knew this would happen. i knew and i still came back for you like the idiot that i am!”

That was the last straw.

Red was gonna pay extra for this.

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Hope you like it Seren!! :D

I admit I changed the line a little bit ("came back with you" into "came back for you") but my excuse is... I read it wrong when the idea sparked >.>;;;

I was sure it said for you XD

Welp, it's close enough ;P

[thgfanfictionlibrary]

Teen and Up Rated Fics Masterlist (28)

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Study Break-HGfanonezillion (ao3) Summary: Katniss stumbles into the apartment she shares with Peeta after pulling an all-nighter and finds someone has decided to take a nap in her bed. Sweetest Dreams-Cutelily05 (ao3) Summary: Katniss, a budding photographer gets a chance to work at the wildlife channel alongside wildlife channel presenter, Peeta Mellark . Does she have a choice of getting a shot of his heart too? The Act of Staying Alive-Dracoisalooker76 (ao3) Summary: Prompt: Haymitch's journey between the 50th and 74th Games. The Arrangement-Cutelily05 (ao3) Summary: Katniss Everdeen, a girl from the Capitol Home is sent to Panem to marry former Marine officer Peeta Mellark as an arranged wife. Peeta is blind and has a prosthetic leg and Katniss' feelings are a mess after failed relationships. Will they acknowledge their feelings or drift apart forever? Sort of AU.*Rewriting in process* The Brightest Timeline-Brown_Eyed_Devil (ao3) Summary: Peeta is rescued from the Capitol and brought to District 13 without having been hijacked. Katniss and Peeta reunite. You know the drill. The Communicator-Buttercupbadass (ao3) Summary: Desperate times call for desperate measures. Katniss reaches out for help from an unusual source but can she trust the blue eyed con-man that shows up at her door? Someone's life may depend on it. The Cure for What Ails You-AnotherSongAnotherMile (ao3) Summary: The arena didn't kill him. Only the desolation of his life could do that. The First Day of the Rest of Your Life-Annieoakley1 (ao3) Summary: Peeta’s parents have arranged for him to marry into the Cartwright family, but the day does not go as planned. Short, in Panem AU. The Fixer (An Outtake from the Picture)- Burkygirl (ao3) Summary: Ry Mellark had gotten his boneheaded brother together with his girlfriend in the first place. He could do it again. The Gig-Alliswell (ao3) Summary: Third outtake on the Universe of 'Are Those for Me?' By BellaGracie. Longer than my other outtakes, cannot be considered a drabble, but a one shot. We find out a little about Peeta's past, and the root to his homelessness. We also see what how he got "the gig" that paid him so much cash.

[fiadorable]

Director’s cut for an ending unforeseen, please. Or breakfast and a show. Or both. 🙏❤️

Both. The answer is always both @curator-on-ao3

Ok, so I'd been looking for an excuse to write an ending unforseen pretty much since the pilot for strange new worlds aired. I couldn't believe the similarities between Pike and Kiley 279 and Janeway and the Caretaker. As strange new worlds progressed, I became more firm in my convictions. Two explorers, separated by over a hundred years and tens of thousands of light years, each with an incredibly tuned sense of justice and tragic proclivity for self flagellation (and clinical depression imo)... what more could I want??

Answer: time travel. The thing these two boneheaded captains love the most. I really needed Janeway to have that moment with Pike when he tells her she's doing a great job because she had so little opportunity for that external validation, and then for Janeway to also give Pike some of her relentless hope as he's preparing to go back to what he feels is his final hour. And the ending. Ugh. I made myself emotional with it. I feel like it's a hair too saccharine, but I dragged that poor man out of a catastrophic accident, dumped him on Voyager, and then had to have them send him back so like he deserves to know his sacrifice was not in vain?? That people respect him and honor his commitment to returning knowing what he's going back to, to have some of his compassion reflected back at him. God, the feelings.

I was a little nervous writing this fic for two reasons. 1) It had been eight years since I'd written Janeway and I was feeling a bit creaky in the characterization department and 2) I was dumping a lot of backstory into the summary so I could get on with the actual important part of the story which was not how or why the time travel worked. Neither of which were actually an issue, of course, everyone was quite lovely about everything. Even the way Janeway pulls Pike aside at the end for a private question just like she does to Chakotay in Shattered which I didn't realize I'd done until after I published OH WELL y'all are nice to not mock me relentlessly for that.

And then breakfast and a show was SO FUN to write, I genuinely enjoyed every second of it, which is, uh, rare lol. Since the show did a musical episode, it felt right to do a Pikeuna piece with Una and Pike. It was fun to use Pike's POV to describe the patter song and think she's perfect and gorgeous and The Best even if she's not much of a dancer. And I wanted them to feel a little "lived in" so I threw in the classic "quiet spouse scares the shit out of the focused spouse" gag.

Una is singing a Sondheim patter song (a fairy dies every time a Trek character mentions Gilbert and Sullivan and entire multiverses collapse when a Trek person sings Gilbert and Sullivan). They get into a mini food fight after Chris starts "helping" her finish up, but it ends with Una clearing the kitchen island with a single sweep of her arm and lifting Chris onto it to finish him off instead.

I find drabbles quite liberating in their constraints. The challenge to create a perfect soap bubble scene where the reader knows there's story that comes before and story that continues after, but this here is the most important, distilled part is just... chef's kiss.

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Is it okay to ask for a drabble of a very, very fulfilling aftermath of one starving X-23, and a group of very unfortunate thugs that truly don't know what Laura does best, when she's hungry, of course!

Thank you for being patient, it’s all under the cut!

Remember, reblogs are better than likes!

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“Mmmph… Ulp…! Gah, fuck me!” Laura groaned and cursed to herself, all alone in a dark alleyway somewhere in New York City, seated against the brick wall of some random building next to a garbage dumpster.

The young heroine put her famous claws away. Not like she had needed them this time anyway. Surprisingly enough, her mouth and stomach proved to be just as useful tools in combat as her claws did. A claim that was certainly evident by the big bulging mass that was currently forcing her to sit with her legs wide open, and all the muffled complaining and gurgling that was going on inside of it. That bulging mass was Laura’s stomach, filled to the brim with a few thugs that she had just so happened to come across. She was dressed pretty casually tonight too, only wearing a logo tank-top, black jean shorts, and a leather jacket, so her stomach was pretty visible in such loose clothing.

And again, she hadn’t really planned on eatin’ this well tonight. She was just taking a stroll through the neighborhood to calm some nerves when she heard a cry for help. Sure enough, a group of boneheads were harassing some poor woman. Laura, being the ever upstanding superhero, immediately stepped in. She shoved the guys away from the woman and told her too run before she let her claws and went to work. Luckily they were just some common crooks, so dealing with them wasn’t much of a chore. However, once they had all been knocked unconscious, Laura stared at them lying on the ground, unsure of how to continue. She didn’t want to call the police to come pick them all up, mainly because she didn’t feel like it not to mention they would probably take forever to arrive. That’s when she noticed that her stomach was starting to rumble. She was hungry as shit! Then she remembered hearing about how some other heroes had vored some small time crooks before and gotten away with it pretty much scotch free. Push came to shove, and the next thing she knew she was swallowing done some random fuckers who picked the wrong day to try and rob someone. Perhaps it was because of her mutant genes, but Laura found gulping them down her throat to be pretty easy. The annoying part came when she started to feel full. The first guy had already hit the spot, but she had to swallow three more of them! Each successive bulge in her gut was more painful than the last, but she was the goddamn Wolverine so she was tough enough to push through it! Luckily for her none of them regained consciousness while she was gulpin’ ‘em down. That came later.

When they all woke up was when the real hell on her stomach began. They were constantly kicking around in there, begging for her to let them out, and it was really giving her some mean indigestion! She was lucky that she had disarmed them all and thrown their weapons in the dumpster. Even with her healing factor, things could’ve gotten a bit ugly and grotesque if one of them tried to… Yeah…

And even if she could let them out, she didn’t really know how to. That and she couldn’t really get up to go find help with letting them out since she was basically immobilized by her big bloated gut. She didn’t really feel like calling for help either. Stomach issues aside, she was perfectly content to kick back and let them all digest. They were a bunch of idiots who tried to rob some bitch in an alleyway, the world would still continue to turn without ‘em!

It took awhile, but at some point while she was scrolling through her phone to help the time pass, the little gang seemed to lose consciousness once again. Digestion time!

Laura’s mutant gut bubbled and churned throughout the whole process. She could feel her body temperature rising from having to digest such a big-ass meal. She rubbed the tight skin of her tum, trying to soothe to aches and kinks that were gurgling around inside of her. The minutes flew by, and with them Laura’s stomach shrunk down in size. It was actually a pretty pleasant feeling to her. It made her kinda sleepy, but she did her best to stay awake. If she feel asleep in the alleyway, that would only up her chances of getting mugged, and then she would have to do this all over!

Eventually, all was said and done, and she was finished her digestion! She gave her stomach a few pats, feeling her flat, washboard abs. Back to normal, no bloat, no nothin’!

Or at least, so she thought.

When she went to stand up, she felt a very impressive weight bearing down on the top and bottom half’s of her body. And she had enhanced strength, so that was definitely saying something.

After a few heaves, she managed to get herself up, and needles to say, she didn’t exactly like what she saw. After digesting a couple of people, all of those extra calories had to go somewhere, and wouldn’t anyone know it, they all decided to place themselves in her tits and her ass. She had picked the perfect night to wear slightly revealing clothing, because it now was EXTRA revealing clothing. She was showin’ off so much cleavage now that it looked like she had a whole canyon in between her chest, not too mention those bitches, while round and fat they were, sagged like a mother fucker. Her big ol’ booty had gotten so big that her shorts could no longer contain the mutant thickness, having had ridden down her pale fleshy ass cheeks, showing off her tong for everyone to see. She looked like an exaggerated bimbo, minus the lip job.

The trip back was awkward as fuck. Every step she took sent her titties and ass jiggling like crazy, and there was nothing she could do about. She didn’t get recognized, but boy did they stare! And the train ride was even worse. All of the seats were taken, forcing Laura to stand! With the train constantly rocking about, she kept accidentally hip-checking and booty bumping the people around her. One person even almost got a face full of Wolverine booba, but she somehow managed to save herself from that embarrassment.

She just hoped that someone back at school would have some sort of mutant power to give her some weird type of lipo. Hopefully.

[boneheadboner]

Depths in Despair; Megalosomnia

Deep Down Deep Part 2/2

Things don't pan out for the Good doctor the way he had hoped. And under a mountain of work, it's no wonder a Slate fell by the wayside.

Fun is what he would have had…. Had he the chance to. 

Not long after she succumbed to his control, he brought her back to the lab and got her initially checked in. He took a few spare moments to check over her memories… Merely out of curiosity, to determine how long she evaded him.  And found that what was going on in her head was far more concerning than he initially thought. If the voices that spoke to her weren’t signs something was off about this woman, her memories certainly would have told him. It was as if swiss cheese had a love child with patchwork. Many memories of things that he’d not believe were he not able to observe them in her mind. And so, so many significant gaps. Troublingly so. Memories of her life on the surface were rare, and far more frequent were memories that… Held familiar faces, and yet so foreign. Even those were addled with holes and gaps. It seemed that Sonia hadn’t been underground long, and her time wandering through it before meeting him was the most clear any of her memories were. 

He’d dealt with subjects that had portions of their life locked away in their memories, as a result of traumas they had endured in life. It was always a case of finding what helped pull them forward, finding a key to that lock. This…? There were no locks to hide memories, there were no closed doors to memories too harsh to remember. 

Just complete sizable absences and gaping holes where memories should have been. Nothing to tether one memory to another. As perplexing as it was to analyze and assess, he was interrupted by Alphys. 

Something else demanded his attention more, which required he leave the new human to Cecilia to process further. Cecilia could handle it, after all. The blasted CORE. Another failure in sector B28-21. Always sector B28… If it wasn’t one problem there, it was another. 

Of course, being part of the CORE that distorted atoms to radiate ambient magic throughout the underground? Made it one of the primary necessities to keep running.

If so much as one sector went down, it could throw the whole CORE out of balance and cause a catastrophic meltdown. If it wasn’t such a boon to have in the first place, he’d happily track down the person who designed it, and throttle them.

If anyone even remembered WHO designed the thing… 

His last foray of frustrations towards the CORE’s creator, and desire to seek them out? Left him without any answers, and a week worth of time wasted for it.

Still, he wasted no time…

– … Because there was never any time to waste. Once the CORE was sorted out, which took him four days to narrow down and solve, due to juggling what other pressing issues he was presented with, there was another issue.

And another after that.

And another after that.

Resources distribution. 

Five hours, two cups of coffee. One tasting flavorful and robust, the second tasting quite obviously as though the assistant who brought it to him reheated it in the microwave. He’d have words for them later.

Tracking movements and changes in the underground. 

Two more births in Snowdin, fortunate news. A Falling Down in Waterfall, another lost to dwindling HoPe. Three moving from Hotland to Capitol. 

Seven hours, six cups of coffee. 

The first tasted so weak that Baggs questioned if he was drinking water and not coffee. The following three were of more serviceable quality. The remaining two tasted like tar, and were it not an invigorating tar, he’d have refused it. And Baggs made the decision that Casey was no longer allowed to bring him coffee after discovering he was responsible for preparing the last two. Bright as the man might be, he’s better suited to helping study the barrier than preparing coffee. 

Keeping systems in check, ensuring security detail is up to par. 

Two new humans were caught and transported to the lab. Cecilia reported that the two were significantly xenophobic, and hostile. Thus would be housed on Floor 18, Block 10. Block 10 was designated for more aggressive and dangerous humans, to be studied on how to rehabilitate or utilize even aggressive members of the species. 

Twelve hours (until interruption). Sixteen cups of coffee.

The first five, typical. With a far more bitter flavor at the fifth. Noted.

The sixth. It took him twenty minutes to try his first sip, so focused on his work that he hadn’t taken a sip until then. 

It felt like a heady jolt of energy flooded his body, the notes of the clearly fresh brew rising up, as if to sing to his senses. And the warmth as it melted into his magic thrived in his body, relaxing him far more than a cup of coffee typically did. 

He’d not seen who brought it, but he did make note of the sound of their walking. It did sound different from the usual assistants who brought him his coffee, but he didn’t think it important at the time. 

Perhaps one of the other scientists decided to brew him something nice. It couldn’t have been Alphys, as it had the lacking anxiety he could always taste in coffee prepared by her. 

No matter, the identity of the one who made this would be revealed in the next cup, he was certain. 

And disappointed with each proceeding cup brought to him over the hours. 

Seventh, from the same pot, but not prepared and delivered by the same hands as the one before. He could tell by the intentions that bled into the brew. The assistant who delivered it unintentionally let their emotions seep in and altered the feeling within the coffee he drank. 

Not the same. Not bad, but nowhere near as good as the prior mug. 

The assistant, a young whimsun monster named Fen, had panicked over his expression of disappointment… But, he reassured them and sent them on their way. The eighth, to the thirteenth, much the same. Decent, but disappointing by comparison. Fortunately a fresh pot was brewed by the tenth. 

Fourteenth cup of coffee, Baggs nearly spat it out. And demanded to know who prepared it, to find he was 13 minutes late to fuss at the one who concocted the nightmare that barely resembled coffee.

Fifteenth cup. Cecilia, It was fucking Cecilia. 

Not the one who brewed bliss in a mug, but the one who concocted terrors unknown into a coffee.

He had the good fortune to be done sending out a U-mail to ‘recommend’ a security plan for Waterfall, when the fresh cup was placed down, ready for him to take his first sip of it. And nearly spat it out again, placed the cup down roughly, and turned towards the offender. Reddish hair, tied in a bun, eye bags that rivaled his own hidden beneath reading glasses, and a look that held more contempt for humankind than any Monster was capable of. And she was human.Perhaps humans simply don’t know how to not brew a cup of coffee that tastes like every agitation in their present mind. 

“Cecilia, what is this supposed to be?” Perhaps his tone was far less reserved than usual, but he did imbibe something foul that masqueraded as coffee. The woman just looked at him flatly. Her response was equally as dead in tone as her gaze. “Coffee, sir.” She retorted, Baggs was no stranger to her sass. Usually it made days entertaining. 

Those days were not ones he was served bad coffee. “My dear, did you even try a cup of that? That is death in a mug.” Baggs fussed. 

Cecilia looked at the cup, and then at Baggs. Her expression was perplexed. He pried at her mind, to determine whether or not she realized she almost poisoned him. Only to find that she was genuinely confused. “... You mean that coffee isn’t supposed to taste like shit?” An exasperated sigh, and a shake of his head. “Cecilia, you are henceforth banned from preparing or bringing anyone coffee. That tastes so bitter, I’d dare not have another monster drink it, lest they dust on contact.” “Fine by me, sir.” Cecilia responded, before placing some papers on his already tall workload of information to analyze. “What is–” “The information regarding the new ones.” Cecilia sighed, before turning to walk away. 

Baggs gave pause for a moment. New… Ah, right. Humans. “Oh, uh. Sir? There’s been a mag-lock failure on Floor 17, Block 8.” Baggs sputtered, shooting the woman a glare. “And you thought to mention this in passing, why?!” he blurted out. 

Cecilia stared at him, before offering a shrug. “The one contained there is a non-issue. She’s not going to cause anyone problems.” If he didn’t trust Cecilia’s judgment when it came to her fellow humans, he’d have far more words for her. 

But for her to make such a statement? Meant that the human contained in such a cell was likely terrified of her, and would make a whimsun look brave. 

“Ugh… I’ll send a U-mail to request immediate work on it.” Baggs scoffed. “Don’t you mean E-mail?” The red-head looked at him, with a sly smirk on her face. Baggs certainly didn’t have the time nor desire to get into this with her again. “You’re dismissed, Cecilia.” “Understood, sir.” Cecilia smirked, before she absconded. 

Likely to do her damn job and oversee Floor 16-18. And fortunately not to unleash terrors unbeknownst to monsterkind by trying to fix someone a drink. And it was imperative that he have that Mag-lock issue sorted out. Were a human to get out, and find a way out of the labs? It would be absolute chaos. 

–

With another 11 U-Mails sent out, two specifically to make demands regarding the mag-lock, and one to Asgore as an update on matters that he wanted to know about. Another cup was brought to Baggs. 

He had noted the click of heels upon the floor, and the cup being set down. With a heavy sigh, he took a drink of the fresh brew as the clicking of heels started again towards the door. The invigoration, the warmth– “WAIT!” Baggs nearly shot up as he called out… And spilled some of the blessed brew on himself in the process. He could mourn spilled bliss later. Barely catching a glimpse of the taller woman before casting his gaze downward at the spill on his labcoat in frustration. “M-Master!!” The clicks sped towards him, before the owner of them dropped to her knees. As a kerchief was very hastily applied by gentle hands to soak up as much of the spilled coffee. “Master, are you alright? Oh s-stars, you didn’t get burned, did you?? I’m so sorry…!” The woman’s voice was wrought with anxiety.

Stars, he should know her name, shouldn’t he? Especially with how wonderfully she addresses him… And perhaps stroked his ego just right.

“I– No, I’m fine. I merely wanted to–” Auburn brown hair, tied in a bun. Large glasses. Green eyes. Pale complexion.

“Sonia?” 

“I– Y-Yes master?” She halted her fretting over his wellbeing to look up at him. 

The human he brought in nearly a week ago. He didn’t immediately recognize her, she looked so different in formal attire. A white coat cinched tightly around her, accentuating her curves. A simple black pencil skirt, sheer pantyhose with black stockings on top. And a pair of white pumps.

Baggs found himself immediately remembering that he sorely needed to alleviate stress–

A rough clearing of his throat was necessary, business before pleasure, he reminded himself. 

He still had to thoroughly examine her and ensure she wasn’t a risk, by… Ensuring she was loyal, before she was permitted to walk around the labs. Baggs kept his tone gentle, remembering how skittish the woman was when he had first met. Given that he hadn’t had the chance to fully condition her, it’s entirely likely she’d be just as nervous. “Aehm… How, did you get out?” Baggs softly queried.

Sonia bit her lip, and looked away meekly. “Um… I… A-Asked very nicely…?” “Mmm hmm…” His tone was that of disbelief. She began fidgeting with her hands. “O-Okay so um… There was an issue with my door… It uh… Doesn’t close like everyone else's…” Ah, so this was the person who had been designated to that cell. With such a timid disposition, it’s no wonder Cecilia let it slide. “But..! It made it so I could actually help out, a-and help out Ms. Cecilia! She’s scary a-at first, but she’s a good person. She even helped me get new clothes on my second day here..!” Sonia explained, a warm smile on her face.

That solved that mystery. Did Cecilia dress her that way on purpose, just to fuck with him?

“I see… And the coffee?” Sonia lit up with excitement, he could feel it from her. “Oh! Yes! See um… E-Earlier in the day there was some fuss regarding the coffee maker making a weird noise.. So I thoroughly cleaned it, checked it to e-ensure that there was nothing loose or damaged… Aaaand brewed a fresh batch, to test it~! Suffice to say, problem solved!” She beamed with pride, satisfied with her small victory.

That sort of satisfaction and fulfillment certainly explains how that earlier cup wound up so potent. 

“A-and, well… Since I got to fix it, I… Wanted to deliver a cup specially for you…” Her voice shrunk so much, as she idly twirled a strand of her hair and averted her gaze. 

Oh. Oh.How curious.

“Well, I HAD meant this cup, but it is nice to know that you’re the one who brought me coffee earlier.”

“Oh… This time? um! Ms. Cecilia requested a fresh batch of coffee. Something about you b-being in an awful mood! So I… Well. I wanted to make sure I made the best cup I could, to… Well, bring a little sunshine into your day?” Sonia looked up at him, with such a gentle and hopeful look. 

“Well, then I personally shall–” It looked as though something clicked in her head, and the woman was back into an anxious rambling mess.  “M-Master, am I in trouble? I k-know I’m not supposed to be out b-but I only wanted to help– I m-mean it’s OKAY if I’m in trouble, I promise I can handle it if I need to be p-punished. I d-don’t mean to tell you what to do, but if I’ve personally upset you, I–” “Sonia.” “Y-Yes Master.” A simple word, and the human woman fell quiet, wincing her eyes shut as she lowered her head.

Baggs cleared his throat. “While you are not in trouble for this, there are questions I have regarding… Well…” Baggs trailed off. Where to even start? It was a significant security risk for a human he personally hadn’t cleared to be running around. Gentle or not. Furthermore, being permitted to bring him coffee that they could have theoretically and literally tainted is something that can’t be overlooked...

“Well… I suppose those questions are more for Cecilia…” Baggs mused out loud, frowning. 

“Then… What questions do you have for me, Master?” Sonia asked, tilting her head in confusion. The one that was confusing the moment she started talking to him. 

Her apparent loyalty. “I… You seem so… Eager to call me ‘Master’.. And yet I’ve not asked you to. It piqued my curiosity.” 

And Baggs would love to hear what manner of reasoning she would have for that. After all, he hadn’t really subjected her to the conditioning he’d need to for such loyalty to become second nature. 

Sonia blushed, before looking down. “... I felt it.” 

Baggs raised his browbone at the statement.

“When you silenced all those voices I… Felt it. Your magic… How it called to me. How it called for me to serve… To obey…” Sonia shivered a bit, her blush deepening. 

A wry smirk grew on his face. “And you… Didn’t even try to fight it~?” Sonia looked up at him, with a frustrated pout at his accusation. That was expected.

“After all the good you’ve done me?!”

Her words? Were not. Baggs was taken aback, looking upon the human woman before him. It was possible he looked like a whimsun caught doing, well… Anything, with the expression of sheer shock on his face. “Since the day I woke up, everything has been loud. Everything has been loud for as long as I can remember, for all I can remember…!” Her voice was filled with pain and confusion. “I can breathe, I can think without h-having to worry about being overwhelmed by all the things I’m hearing that make no sense, I can make my own thoughts about whatever I see, without hearing twenty different voices loudly arguing over what choices I make and what things I say…” Sonia carried on, before looking up at him. The tears prickling at her eyes were visible, but it did not make their presence any less surprising to him. 

“I’m thankful, Master. And I am happy to help you in any and every way I can. You’ve brought me something I never knew I needed. You brought me peace, Master. I only hope that I can even begin to return the favor.”

Baggs had conditioned many humans. His experiments required both willing and unwilling participants, and spanned many methods. All to further monsterkind’s safety and hopeful co-existence with mankind. 

Even Cecilia, who despised her own species, required conditioning to become loyal to him. So he would know that she wouldn’t, couldn’t betray him. To have a human kneel before him on their own full volition, after a mere few hours of his magic several days ago? He’d have never considered it. 

And yet, here one was.  

Something like this was… Simply put, too good to be true. 

And so he peered into her thoughts, there had to be some manner of plot something she was planning–

A memory. So close to the forefront, he could tell she was remembering it fondly.

-

An expanse of dark blues and blacks, splayed overhead, pricks and pins of white in the ceiling.

“... Y’know, before I met you, I… I always kinda took this for granted.”

Her voice, carrying on. Not echoed or reverberating in the room. 

Chirps of crickets abound in the grass around her.

Another voice, deeper in tone. Familiar.

“heh… well, you coulda fooled me. you never took our stars for granite.”

Those… Were… Stars??

“Well–” a pause, before she snorted, and giggled. “Nice~... Well, there’s nothing wrong with feeling sedimental about yours. I mean, a dazzling ceiling full of sparkling gems? Kinda rocks~.” 

“heh, not bad. but don’t be too rough on yourself. for you? a sight like this was just a stone’s throw for you to see.” the other voice responded.

Seems that Sonia and this other person had a sense of humor…

“Yeah, but you literally had to move– out of – a mountain to see this!” Sonia lightheartedly fussed. 

“heh… and you had to fall into a mountain to see things crystal clear.” the other voice responded. “Yeah… Well…” She trailed off. A somber note in her voice. “At this rate, it’s like Sisyphus for you to even enjoy this.” 

“... and it doesn’t stop being worth it. trust me, nothin’ peats this”

“Sans…?”

Wait… Had she known even back then that he’d be–

“yeah?”

Sonia looked over at the other person. A skeleton, with a blue hoodie, white t-shirt, and black basketball shorts laid lazily in the grass. His arms folded behind his head. 

What….?? That… That looked so much like him, before he…

Sonia stared at him, staying silent for a few moments. “... sheesh, was it that bad?” 

“... I promise you. No matter how many times you have to push that boulder back up…? You won’t ever have to do it alone again.”

“hey, now. don’t go promising things you might not be able to keep.” “I won’t promise you then… I’ll pumice you.” A look of surprise, before the both of them devolved into giggles. 

“oh man, that was so bad…” 

“Look, with a last name like ‘Slate’, you think I’d have to dig for rock jokes? I learned them real early.” 

“.... like ‘archeology’ early or?” An exasperated gasp, before she looked over at him. 

The skeleton started laughing. “Y.. You! I’m not that old!! I’m 27, going on 28! Not 27 going on 200!!” Sonia fussed. “you sure about that? how long have you been 27 going on 28?” He asked through laughs.

“You know that’s a loaded question! How am I supposed to keep track of how old I am if things keep RESETTING?” …!! She… Knew about that? Nevermind, she’s experienced that??

“heh, now you know why i took so long the first time you asked me, ‘sans, how old are you?’.” “Hmph!” Sonia fussed, before rolling over and pinning her hands on each side of the ground next to the skeleton’s head.

He… didn’t even flinch?

“oh, wouldja look at that. ‘view got even better.” the lazy smile tugged up more, as did his eyesockets. 

“If I’m ancient Egyptian artifacts, then you’re dinosaur bones, you dork!” Sonia huffed. “... like… cretaceous period or triassic period? the difference there is pretty jurassic.” he gave a wink. 

“... I mean it though… As long as I can be there for you? I will be. As long as I’m alive, you won’t have to face this eternal hell alone. I promise.” A firm sense of confidence and determination.

A soft sigh escaped the skeleton, as he looked up at her.

“... thank you, sonia… you… don’t know how much that means to me…”

“Master??”

“Master, are you alright???” -

“Master! Please, speak to me…!!”

Baggs gasped as he snapped back to reality. Stars, that memory was so vivid, it practically pulled him in… And left him with more questions than answers.

“Oh thank goodness. M-Master, you zoned out there for a moment… I was worried! D.. Did I offend you? Or… Oh stars, um… Listen, I… I don’t know what happened? B-But I’m here for you.” Sonia offered, her tears overflowing. 

When did his vision get so blurry?

Was he…. How was he going to explain that one? “I… You’re fine, my dear. I was… Simply moved to tears by your display of such… Such inspiring loyalty.” 

It wasn’t a complete lie.

“Oh… I.. Oh gosh, I… I didn’t think it was that special, but…” Sonia averted her gaze, shrinking a bit. “More special than you know…” Baggs gave pause, to compose himself. 

“Now, you are not in trouble. However, there are procedures for handling new humans, as I’m sure you’re aware. To ensure that you’re in good health, and that you’re properly documented as safe to roam.”

Sonia blushed a bit. “O-Oh! Gosh… I’m so sorry… I-It’s been awhile, and I didn’t mean to skip any sort of line… I’m sorry.” She looked sheepishly guilty. 

“No no, you’re fine. I’m the one who must conduct these procedures personally, and there were many things that came up of critical importance, and… Admittedly your processing fell by the wayside. But, rest assured. I’ll handle that as soon as I am able to.” Baggs explained, watching how her gaze fixed onto him as he spoke.

Fascinating. “Oh! So… I think I understand now. Thank you, Master. Shall I return to my cell and um… Remain there until further orders?” Sonia queried. He did need time to think about the new information he obtained from her. The surface… Somehow, someway, she had seen someone like him, with his name, on the surface… And they spoke of the RESETs…

“Yes, I think that would be perfect. Worry not, it won’t be much longer, pet.” 

The last word slipped so easily from his mouth, he furrowed his brow as he realized what he said by mistake.

But he did not miss the squeak she made, or how her lip quivered and her flush deepened at that single three letter word. 

Oh.

Well then. That explained her eagerness to call him such a title. “I… Y-Y-Yes, Master. I’ll be patient. I um, I hope you e-enjoy the coffee. I-If you ever need any when I’m able to roam, you n-need only say the words…” Sonia shakily stood up. With a coffee as resplendent as she prepares? Stars… The amount of work he could get done with ease… 

“Oh, rest assured. I won’t hesitate to call upon you if I’m in need of a cup.” The warm smile and light giggle that escaped her was like sunshine. “You are dismissed.” Baggs calmly waved his hand. A simple nod, and he could hear Sonia’s heels clicking with vigor. “Don’t run in those, you’ll break your ankles.” He swiftly chided.

“Y-Yes, Master!” 

And with that, his new pet– subject left. 

Baggs sighed, there was certainly going to be much to study with her, he could tell. He returned to his chair, to finish what information he needed to dispense with the remaining U-mails. As he took a sip of his coffee, feeling that warmth and invigoration flood his body, he pondered a whirlwind of new questions and information to mull over.

Frankly, he’d been quite lucky that it was her cell that had the mag-lock failure. Had it remained in tact, he might not be blessed with such a reprieve from the usual, much less comforted from the catastrophe that was Cecilia’s coffee. 

Upon consideration, added another question to the pile;

What sort of emotions did she feel when she made this coffee?

[jobean12-blog]

Clueless

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (college Bucky AU) 

Word Count: 1,634

Summary: You and Bucky are kind of friends and it takes a shitty night and some soul searching on your part to make a big realization...

Author’s Note: This is for the HBC’s @the-ss-horniest-book-club​ and the Surprise Drabble Challenge: Romcoms! This is such a fun idea and took me almost all week to figure out and decide on but I went with Clueless as my inspiration because it is definintely one of my favorites. So I used some dialouge straight out of the movie- so thank you to the writers, credit goes to them- and I kept the 90′s vibe but also updated a thing or two- hopefully it makes sense and works. Also, you can just imagine Bucky and the reader know each other in the same way Cher and Josh do in the movie- or whatever you want to think up- doesn’t really matter for this. And the reader is 18 and Bucky is maybe 19-20. Hope you enjoy and thank you all for reading! Much love always! ❤❤❤

Warnings: Lots of teasing and banter, sassy talk, flirting, soft touches, lingering glances and a good kiss (and some bad and awesome 90s references) LOL :)

As you walk down the sidewalk and search your bag for your phone you keep your eyes peeled on your dark surroundings, not wanting to draw attention but also not wanting to be taken by surprise. When your hand finally closes around your phone, you let out a breath and quickly dial the last person in the world you want to ask for help.

“Hello.” You pause at his slightly annoyed tone, pinching the bridge of your nose and smiling even though he can’t see it. “Hi Bucky. I was at a party and Brock offered to drive me home but then got too handsy and I told him no and he kicked me out of the car and left me out here all alone.” You can hear his breath hitch and the shuffling of sheets, “wait a second, hold on. Brock got handsy?! Are you ok? Where are you?”

“Downtown Brooklyn.” You suck your teeth and wait for him to unleash his frustration. “You owe me, you know that. Just find someplace to sit tight and be safe, I’ll be there as fast as I can.” With that he hangs up and you walk to the nearest gas station, standing outside the small mini mart next to the ice freezer. The fluorescent lights flicker every so often, creating an eerie atmosphere you can’t wait to get out of.

Bucky texts asking for your exact location and soon after you see his headlights pull into the station and he parks, rounding the car and rushing over to you. “Are you ok?” he asks, brushing his hand down the side of your face. “I’m fine, thank you for getting me. Can we go now?” He nods, looking you over once more before taking your hand and dragging you to the car.

He turns up the music and you make a face, earning a snicker from him. “What? You have a problem with oldies music?” Rolling your eyes, you sass back, “no Bucky, but I don’t know why you insist on making yourself seem like more of a bonehead than you already are.” He makes the music louder, completely ignoring your comment and singing along.

When you get home, you’re hungry and tired, quickly changing into less binding clothes and sitting next to Bucky on the couch. Taking some popcorn from the bowl you pop it in your mouth before snatching the remote from Bucky’s hand and changing the channel. “Hey, I was watching that.” You finish chewing and start brushing your hair, raising a brow his way, “I didn’t want to watch it. Don’t you watch anything other than the news?”

Bucky scoffs, looking to the TV then back to you. “I most certainly do, I just like to know what’s going on in the world, unlike you I don’t spend hours watching Parks and Rec.” Brushing your hair over your face you stick out your tongue, flipping your hair over and pinning it back. He throws a piece of popcorn at you, laughing when it sticks in your hair. You retaliate by taking your scrunchie and flinging it at his head, hitting him right in the ear.

“Look, I’m just curious. How many hours a day do you spend grooming yourself? He picks up the scrunchie and takes his short hair between his fingers, trying and failing miserably at putting it on. You lean over and brush your fingers through his hair not noticing how his eyes trail down your body and he takes a quiet inhale while you secure the scrunchie. “There you go,” you giggle. He pats the top of his head and shrugs, turning back to the TV.

The next day you find yourself feeling a bit down. Last night’s events catch up with you and you know the reason you had agreed to go home with Brock was out of loneliness. Brock’s advances were unwelcome, and he is the last person you want to date but as you think about at your friends, their happy relationships flourishing, you realize you want a boyfriend of your own. You couldn’t figure it out, what were you doing wrong? Were you just totally clueless?

Even after arriving home and trying to relax your mind was still occupied with thoughts from earlier and you barely heard Bucky when he walked outside to the pool. “Hey there, whatcha doin’?” You looked up, pulling your sunglass down your nose, “what the hell is on your face?” Bucky rubs his jaw and shuffles his feet. “I’m growing a goatee.” You stand and pinch his chin between your fingers, “Oh that’s good. You don’t want to be the last one at the coffee house without chin pubes.”

Walking away you feel him following you, rolling your eyes and letting the door shut in his face. “You know, you could try saying something nice for a change.” You whirl around, suddenly feeling shaky, “oh, so now I’m this awful person who isn’t nice! Can’t you take a joke?” He brushes past you and storms to the fridge, yelling, “you’re such a brat” before slamming it shut and walking out.

You’re left standing in the kitchen with an overwhelming sense of ickiness. Deciding a walk might do you some good you head outside and start down the street, no particular destination in mind. Even after you end up on 5th avenue and do some shopping you can’t shake the bad feeling. “Why should I care what Bucky thinks?” You say it out loud to no one while standing on a busy street corner, working over your thoughts.

“He listens to oldies music and he’s a hideous dancer, couldn’t take him anywhere. Wait a second. What am I stressing about? This is like, Bucky.” You’re so lost in your internal struggle that you don’t even realize you’ve walked into the street, a strong arm pulling you back at just the last moment, saving you from being run over by a cab. “Hey, watch where ya going girlie.” You suck in a breath and back up, stuttering “thank you,” as the man walks away shaking his head.

Once your breathing finally evens out the light goes on, “oh my god. I love Bucky. I majorly, totally, butt crazy in love with Bucky.” For the first time all day your head feels clear and you make your way back home. Seeing that you’re alone for the moment you head upstairs and change, hoping to have some peace for the rest of the evening so you can work through this newfound revelation.

Unfortunately, when you go to the kitchen for a snack Bucky appears to be in the same spot you left him earlier. “Hey,” you say quietly, shuffling around and opening all the cabinets. Now you don’t know how to act around him. Normally you would strut around him in your cutest outfits and send yourself flowers and chocolate, but you can’t do that stuff with Bucky. “What’s with you? You seem quiet.” Bucky’s question lays hanging in the thick air between you, your eyes wide as you search for an acceptable response.

He walks by, poking your as side as he passes and goes to sit on the couch. You bravely sit next to him, wringing your hands together and trying to think of what to say. He nudges your foot with his and you break into a smile, nudging his back until it becomes a game of footsie. He pulls the hair tie from the bottom of one of your braids, wrapping it around his thumb, “you look like pippy long stockings.”  

You turn to him and flick the brim of his hat, “and you look like Forest Gump.” His lips turn up slightly and he takes off his hat, running his hand over his hair. Without realizing it you start to take out your braids and comb your fingers through your hair to tousle it. Bucky’s gaze settles on your movements and he licks his lips, opening his mouth to say something but your phone rings.

You look at it but don’t pick up and he raises his brows, “not gonna answer? What if you miss out on something?” Giving his shoulder a shove, you let out a squeak when he grabs your wrist and pulls you closer. “I can’t believe you didn’t answer it. You must really like spending time with me. What brought on the change?” With his face only inches from yours it’s hard to concentrate but you manage to find your voice, “I always like hanging out with you.”

He shifts position so his hand cradles the back of your neck, “oh yea? And why is that?” Shrugging you say, “you’re funny…sometimes. And you have rescued me more than once…andddd…” He leans in a little closer, his breath fanning your cheek, “that’s it?” Your eyes drop to his lips, “well no, but what about you?”

His thumb gently caresses your jaw, “what about me what?” Your hand lands on his chest, fingers curling into this shirt, “why do you like hanging out with me?” His head tilts ever so slightly and his lashes lower when his nose brushes yours, “I never said I like hanging out with you.” Your hand tightens around his shirt and your lips touch in a barely there kiss, his words whispered in the small space left between, “I love hanging out with you.”

Heat rises from your stomach to your chest when Bucky’s lips press firmly to yours, the soft and warm touch making your heart skip a beat. By the time you realize it your hands are already in his hair and your legs are straddling his lap. Bucky deepens the kiss, stealing your breath, the smell of him hypnotic and the taste of him nearly silencing all other thoughts.

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Poly!Greasy Weasel x Fem!Reader x Wheezy Weasel || Drabble

Plot: Established relationship!You get dressed up for your boys, and Wheezy of course knows exactly what you’re up to- Greasy however, ever-boneheaded when it comes to a pretty girl in a pretty dress, does not. But that’s okay!~

I got some bad intentions

Lucky for you

I'll take your coat, your hat, your inhibitions too

//

I put my red dress on

Poured the whiskey stiff and strong

Candles by the bed

Lighting up my silhouette

You're gonna tell your friends that you made the move

But honey if you only knew

I put my red dress on

Just to watch you

                        take it

                                  off.

(Red Dress, Sophia Scott)

*I’m so out of practise with these two (in a non-au sense) 😅 But I really wanted to write this (Its just quick and simple ^^). I hope its okay! ^^ Happy New Year!

Warnings: Illusions to smut. Unedited.

Tagging: @asperol-with-izzy, @astrid-flo , @disney-android-foundation , @lady-love88 , @marinerainbow , @moxiiscool , @ryantryan6969 , and @spookifi .

WHEEZY’s POV

When we walk in and Y/N’s just raisin’ up from where she was bent over the coffee table lighting some candles on there, flicking a match until the flame is blown out - that damn red dress on her, the one she pulls out every time she wants something from us cuz she knows it’s a winner, - I look right over to Greasy. It’s hard to look away from Y/N, don’t get me wrong, I’m sure as hell not immune, but I could not miss his reaction.

Annd… yeah. Goddamnit Grease, get that jaw off the fucking floor, this woman already thinks she can get anything outta you - us, - in that dress, no need to confirm it for her! Shit. I know that man has dignity; he must hang it up with his hat when he walks in here.

Still, its pretty funny. With a smirk on my lips, smokes grit in my teeth, I shake my head at him.

I look back over to Y/N then, closing the apartment door behind Grease since he’s forgotten all about it approaching Y/N (without me, I’m pretty sure everyone in this building woulda seen them fucking for this exact reason), I see a pretty little smirk spread across her red lips (The lipstick too?... jesus fucking christ, she really wants something from us huh.) and she tilts her head at Greasy. “… turn off the lights for me, please?”

“… but why? Mi amor, I want to see all of- “Before he can finish, I punch the lights myself; leaning back against the door and watching them both, not willing to join ‘em yet. Not til I know what she wants… Her eyes slide over to me, and I raise a brow at her. Asking. “El fumador- “

Ignoring the frustrated tone in Greasy’s voice, I continue to look at Y/N. Half because I’m waiting for her to cave- and half because, well, she’s damn pretty.

Of course, she doesn’t cave, she just flicks the black and used match onto the coffee table and sets her hands on her perfect fucken hips. Then, looking thoughtful with the firelight flickering in her eyes, she fixes her hair; lifting it off her shoulders for a moment and letting it fall back down like she’s relaxin’. It’s a move.

… and I won’t lie, it does something for me.

And it definitely does something for Greasy; his own fire reflected eyes glazed-over with something stronger than lust and licking all over her- goddamnit, man, pull yourself together. I wanna laugh.

“Y/N tell me, what’s the meaning of all- “When Y/N’s hands slide up over Greasy’s shoulders, smoothing over his green suit, his words stutter to a clipped stop for a moment as he takes in a deep breath looking down at her. Her eyes are on his lips, his are on… well. Not her lips, that’s for sure- “Uh, hah, all this… ”

“I just missed my boys,.. Grease why don’t you take off your jacket?”

For a moment, Greasy looks daring; leering down at her with sharp teeth like a hungry wolf. “… why don’t you do it for me?” For a second, if you didn’t know better, y’might think he’s himself again; cunning and sly, the bosses right-hand-goddamn-man. But all Y/N’s gotta do is bat those eyelids and tilt her head to the side ever-so-slightly (She’s got this down to a science; its impressive), and Greasy’s backbone reverts back to a mashed potato state.

“Cuz I’m gonna go pour the drinks!” She moves her hands down to the opening in his jacket and tugs carefully, leaning into his ear. “Stiff and strong… “

I don’t even see Greasy move- just see that green jacket flutter and fly behind the couch, forgotten.

When her eyes glide over to me in the soft darkness of the room, a giggle in her eyes from Greasy’s enthusiasm (He’s so lucky she finds it cute- everyone else’d call it creepy), she gives me a slow once-over from head to toe. I don’t move a goddamn muscle. “… you glued to that door, Wheezy?”

“Nope. Like it here. Great ventilation.”

“Uhuh… Well you’re gonna miss out on all the fun.”

“I don’t have a problem with that.” Greasy intervenes, still looking at her. She gives him an amused, perturbed look- almost forgetting tonight’s seductress act, almost laughing at her boyfriend. She’s fucken adorable.

“I know you don’t- “Stifling the grin with grace, she shakes her head and looks back at me again. “But I don’t want Wheezy to feel left out.” She pouts, and I wanna kiss her- but I stay where I am. I can kiss her all I like after I know what the cheeky little lady’s after here. That look in her eye aint sittin’ right, with me. When after a moment she decides she’s not gettin’ anywhere with me, she sighs and turns back to Grease who’s still eyeing her like a starving predator. Who hasn’t stopped, since we walked in and saw her in the dress. “Well- he can join us later.”

“Fantastic idea.” Greasy breathes, his clawed fingers finally raising up to touch her (Good on him for lasting this long, though. Impressive for him), his eyes lookin’ hypnotised. “Let the old man join us when he’s got the energy.”

… “Oy- “I have the ener-

“Sh sh sh.” Greasy waives me off, and I sigh; rolling my eyes. Whatever. Y/N gives another forgetting-her-seductress-act kinda grin at us, before stepping away from Greasy and going to get the drinks in the kitchen. While I’m thinkin’ good, I could use a drink, my sly partner here takes the opportunity to whirl around and hold a stern finger up at me. “Alright el fumador!! What are you doing?? You’re ruining the mood!! Whatever you’re doing-- stop it!! If you can’t play nice, go take a long, long walk around the block!! In fact walk all the way to the apartment and stay there, because I have intentions with our lovely Y/N, and- ”

“Grease.”

“- and they are very detailed, and very delicious, and you are not going to take them away from me!- “ Man this guy can talk.

“Grease- “

“No! I don’t want to hear it! Close your mouth and be very very nice to Y/N, or I’ll stick your disgusting cigerettes in the freezer!”

… well that aint nice. Before I can pipe up again, try to explain to Grease what’s going on, Y/N walks back in and somehow she’s gotten hotter. Holy…

“Here you go!” Y/N hands Greasy a drink, and I once again watch all thought (Or, most thought) slip outta his head again lookin’ down at her before she moves on to hand me my drink. I nod, thanks. “… what were y’all talkin’ about? Don’t leave me out! ^^”

Greasy straightens his shoulders, raising to his full height to give me a Look. A shut up your pie hole, kinda look. I sigh, and shake my head; taking a drink. “Nothin’, doll.”

“Absolutely nothing~ “Greasy agrees, approaching us both at the door and slithering a serpentine arm around her waist. “Now~ Minx~ You got me all liquored up- what will you do with me now?~”

“You haven’t taken a sip yet… “I mutter into my glass, getting a sharp glance from him before he looks right back down at our girl. Whatever.

Y/N, bold as all hell, just tucks her pretty fingers under the knot in Greasy’s tie and guides him down into a kiss. A slow, deep kiss that’s really something to watch; I can’t lie. Seein’ my girl kiss my doofus guy aint ever bad.

… Damnit maybe I’m a sucker, too.

When she reaches over, mid lip-lock with Grease, and slips two more of her pretty fingers into the crook of my arm - guiding me closer to them, so she can kiss me next, - I fucken let her. Whatever she wants, she can have.

[echo--flowers--writes]

ajhhh!! i’m a huge fan on ao3 && it’s only now i’ve followed on tumblr :,)) congrats on 50 followers you absolutely deserve it, luv!!

okie, okie..this is weird but i have a request for a drabble for classic,, what would i be like for our ketchup loving gremlin man to dating someone who’s different from him in the sense where s/o is not only really stylish but also is kinda a punk, where they use to be a huge troublemaker as a teenager, although they are a huge softie for their skeleton. how would you imagine it?

!!!!! AAAAA! Thank you so much, love! I really appreciate the support! ❤

Okay, this was really fun. Thanks for the request!

You never imagined yourself dating someone like Sans. The two of you were so different. You were a punk, he did nerdy science stuff and all that jazz (or pop, if you wanna get technical). 

But when you met the ketchup-loving skeleton on that fateful night in Grillby's, you couldn't help but be drawn to the pun-throwing gremlin. He absolutely lit up the stage when he performed, cheers and uproarious laughter following his every joke or story. He had the crowd captivated, anticipation buzzing through the crowd like electricity, waiting for his next joke. 

And when he came down from the hot spotlight, blue sweat dotting his cranium, asked Grillby for a whole bottle of ketchup, and processed to chug it? You knew you had to get to know him. 

By the end of the night, you had gained both his friendship and a huge soft spot for the goober. And that was saying something. You didn't often grow close to someone so fast, especially given your shoddy past. Weeks turned to months, and before you knew it you'd know Sans a whole year. He accepted the not so innocent things you did during your teen years, from skipping school to the fights and everything in between. 

He just... shrugged it off with that charming grin of his, saying that everyone can be a good person if they tried. At that moment you knew that you had fallen head over heels for the slouching, disheveled, pun-loving, mess of a skeleton. 

And that brings you to today. It's your second anniversary with your gremlin of a skeleton. You sighed with a fond smile as your mind drifted to your bonehead. Your reflection mirrors your smile as you run your hands down your chosen outfit for tonight. It was a simple little ensemble, not too far off from the ones you usually wear (so different from your date-mate, who wore the same jacket and shorts till Papyrus forced him to wash them). 

"hey, babe. lookin' good." A small shiver ran down your spine as the atmosphere right behind you shifted and, with a soft clicking sound, your skeleton was suddenly lounging across the bed in all his bony glory, Titanic style. 

You rolled your eyes with a smile, meeting his soft eyelights in the mirror. You straightened the sleeves of your dress shirt and strike a dramatic pose that Mettaton would be proud of, earning a hardy chuckle from Sans. 

"You like what you see, boneboy?" You winked at him through the mirror before turning to face him with a wicked grin. The look on his face was priceless. He tugged at the collar of his work shirt as a flustered blush splashed across his face. "you know i do, sweetheart."

You pressed a kiss to the dome of his skull before sashaying out of your shared bedroom. "When you're finished rebooting, meet me downstairs cutie." You called over your shoulder teasingly. 

A few minutes later, Sans appeared beside you. You take in his slightly cleaner shirt and sweatpants with a smile. He cleaned up nice. 

"ya ready?" He wrapped an arm around your waist with a wink. You could feel the warmth of his phalanges through the thin cotton fabric of your shirt. 

You pulled him close with a wink. "You know I was born ready."

The last thing you saw was a cyan blush light up his zygomatic bone and his eyelights blazing with wide-eyed delight. Despite your past and your clear differences, you loved this skeleton. And it was pretty clear that the feeling was mutual.

[georgiapeach30513]

JENNN i just caught up on everything and oh my god.

button and the boneheads (sounds like a band) i loved it.

the family dinners?? boston cream pie?? 😩😩

and bucky and brooklyn!?!?

i loved it. loved all of it so so so much. so talented. but also where have the daddies been 😔 <\3

- 🍄

There was one drabble with the daddies. I’ve got another I’m working on that I may slip in, in the middle of the week. There’s just been a lot of asks about the Drysdale’s over the daddies.

I’m glad you’re loving it!! But have no fear the daddies are going nowhere!

[alch3mic]

longing. (drabble series)

ut!sans x gender neutral reader.

pining. assumed one-sided love. self-doubt. slight angst. cursing.

* check out chapter one here.

ch. 2 (message)

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It was like a ritual for the two of you, to text each other until you fell asleep.

Sans couldn't remember exactly how it started, or...

..When he became so dependent on it...

..But each and every night without fail, he'd let the hours just melt away as he chatted the night away with you. It was a comfort to have you there with him this late, even in text form. You'd ask if he got home safe and he'd reply with the usual 'yup. how about you?'. Then soon enough you'd share a funny video or meme with him that had him snickering to himself, and he'd send a quip back or a joke that he hoped had you laughing too. From there the two of you would go talking about everything and anything.

Your days.

Your moods.

Your thoughts.

..Your hopes.

...Your dreams.

The messages would flow so naturally between you two, without a pause or a lull.

It seemed like you both could just never run out of things to say.

Until..

The messages on your end would stop, a clear sign that you finally fell asleep.

It's not like he could blame you, it was nearly 3 AM, but a part of him wished the two of you would never stop talking. These conversations filled a lonely void in his soul that always formed when you were gone, and he'd always find himself wishing you'd stay up just a bit longer.. 

Because.. when you did finally fall asleep.. 

The moment he dreaded most would be here, where he was alone in a dark and quiet room with nothing to keep him company but an empty text message box and the same swarm of words that buzzed in his head every time he was here laying in his bed.

Night after night he found himself in this torturous hour, when he was still teetering on the verge of sleep but his mind kept screaming at him to just write it all out.

Just tell them!

Tell them how you feel!

The chance is right here, in the form of a little empty text message box just waiting to be filled with all the words he keeps thinking about, so why not just end this starsdamn cycle and let them know?

...

If.. only it were that easy to put how he felt into words...

...

'hey? are you still awake?'

No, obviously they weren't. Erase it and try again, bonehead.

'you know, even if there wasn't gravity on earth i'd still fall for you.'

Nope.

'do you know what kind of vegetable you'd be? a cute-cumber.'

No..

'if you were a fruit you'd be a fine-apple.'

That really wasn't any better than the last one.

'did it hurt? ya know.. when you fell from heaven?'

Nice. Very original...

...

'did you know that i'm always thinking about you?'

Definitely not.

Sans ran a hand over his face as he sighed, his browbone furrowing as he erased everything he wrote, leaving the text message box empty once again. He felt ridiculous, laying here and marinating in his thoughts while typing out cheesy pick-up lines. 

There's no way you'd take any of that seriously.

Or him.. for that matter..

He was just your friend after all .

Just a goofy skeleton who tried to sum up his deep and complicated feelings for you with terribly generic one-lines because he had such a hard time putting how he felt into words. What, was he actually suppose to say, that he really was always thinking about you? That he adored everything you did and hung on to every word you said? That you lifted his whole mood just by walking into a room?

And that.. he loved you..?

A lot..?

And hoped that maybe... just maybe.. you'd felt the same way?

..Ugh..

The weight of his phone was finally too much as he rested his arm over his eyesockets, trying to settle his aching soul. 

..What he would give to just let all of this go. 

To be rid of this haunting feeling in his bones.

...

Telling you flat out would settle this whole thing quickly.

You'd turn him down and he'd no longer be left lying awake dreaming of the possibilities every night.

Dreaming of a world..

..Where you loved him too.

But.. he couldn't.

He couldn't just tell you.

He was too scared.

He didn't want to lose you.

He didn't want to lose these late night conversations. He didn't want to lose your warm smile. He didn't want to lose your hugs. Or your laugh. Or the cute way your eyes crinkled when he said an especially terrible pun. 

Or.. you.

The thought of losing you was terrifying.

So much so that it made his whole body clench tightly while he let out a small shuddering breath, not even wanting to humor the thought of what kind of face you'd make when he told you how he felt.

He wanted to keep that perfect imagine of your face smiling so brightly at him in his mind forever.

His poor soul just.. couldn't take it if you looked at him any other way.

So again.. for yet another night he'd let the chance to tell you slip away.

He'd fall asleep, thinking about you while clutching his phone and just wishing he'd have the strength to say...

'I love you.'

.....Right.. 

Like you'd actually send that...

You quickly erased the message away, letting out a huff as you stuffed your phone back under your pillow and quickly turned back over to steady your beating heart. You had been struck with a small boost of confidence a few moments before you finally drifted off to sleep, but as quickly as it came so too did it disappear. 

And so again for yet another night...

You... couldn't tell Sans how you really felt.

[silverryu25]

Okay, hmmm, maybe Fairytales day 3 the emperor's new clothes with childhood friends to lovers? Might not be a real existing trope, but it's so cute!!!

I had some trouble with this one cause I actually forgot most of the story! Thank good for short animations on youtube UwU Hope you enjoy~

DAY 3 - Fairy tales: The Emperor’s New Clothes + childhood friends to lovers

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Sans was snipping away at nothing in front of him. Scissors flying back and fort gracefully as they cut through the resistless nothingness, dancing around in a magical display of skill.

Only a complete fool would think he was actually cutting nothing! Of course not! Sans was one of a pair of the craftsmen in the Fell kingdom, their work impossible to be seen or appreciated by the foolish or incompetent. While Sans cut away at the magical cloth, his partner was busy waiving the cloth for their most important victim customer, the King of Monsters Fellgore.

Sans and Red met young, barely old enough to totter around on their own, and quickly became friends, doing everything together. They punned and pranked, played tricks and spooks, and every other kind of mischief on the monsters around them since they could talk. Now they were here, doing what they were best at the highest level this kingdom had to offer.

Lost in thought as he contemplated how successful their newest endeavor seemed to be going, Sans didn't notice it had gotten quiet behind him. The clicks and clacks of the loom coming to a halt, filling the large room they were using as their workshop with silence.

Suddenly, a piece of the finest silks covered Sans' skull from behind, making him yelp and jump, causing him to drop the scissors. Before he could panic, a loud booming cackle filled the room, and all Sans could do was chuckle along.

Red got him again.

The edgier of the pair was leading in his pranks now, so Sans would need to put in some more effort to get him back. No matter, they had all the time in the world given the nature of their current venture.

Instead of shaking the silk off him and throwing it in Red's face, Sans quickly turned around and caught his partner in crime around his waist. This time it was Red who let out a surprised squeak as he grabbed Sans' arms to steady himself.

They stood like that for a few moments, only the thin fine silk between them, eyelights glowing bright enough to shine through the thin material. Their teeth were so close to touching, they could feel each other's breath, undeterred by the thin barrier.

Sans could see a soft red light start to dust Red's cheeks, but only for a moment, as a skeletal hand suddenly filled his vision.

"get off ya bonehead," Red stuttered growled as he pushed Sans' face back.

Sans only laughed at the rejection. It didn't matter.

He knew Red would soon be his, since the success of this venture carried an important promise with it. A promise Sans was working his bony ass off to achieve. And a promise Red was working just as hard on, no matter how much he pretended he wasn't doing anything to contribute.

The promise would finally tie Red to him as more than just childhood friends. And while he wanted that to already be reality, Sans was a patient monster, he could wait however long was needed to get his greatly coveted prize.

After all, mates were a forever thing.

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Did I hit the prompt? XD Not sure how clear the drabble is but the point is that Sans and Red made a bet they would tie the knot if they actually managed to trick Fellgore into wearing the "totally real and not non-existent clothes". Red is pretending he doesn't want that (the tsundere dork) but is actually actively helping with the scam. Once Fellgore earns his Fluffy buns title, the two skele dorks will have gone from friends to lovers UwU