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lacielre · 4 years

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whiskey neat & whisking trips part i. whiskey neat

summary this is a story about the night you poured your heart out to your ex outside his apartment building as a stranger yelled at you to “shut the fuck up,” and that stranger, who was just as wounded as you, was taehyung, and he needed your help.

pairing taehyung/reader, seokjin/reader

genre fake/pretend relationship, post-breakup, infidelity, veterinarian!taehyung, baker!oc, an attempt to comedy, pillow-screaming fluff, eventual smut

rating mature

warnings swearing, alcohol consumption, a bit of second-hand embarrassment

parts prologue, 1

“HEAR ME OUT!”

There was one thing you promised yourself you would never do: chase someone who had told you at least once that they don’t feel the same way about you. Not even as a last resort. In this case, for that someone, it wasn’t that he didn’t feel the same way about you, it was that he didn’t feel the same way about you anymore. There was a big difference. Or at least, you convinced yourself that there was.

That was probably why you chased after him.

Here, outside his building, under the downpour of the casted rain, with you screaming directly to his exposed window. Because plain screaming just wasn’t enough, rain had to be an accompaniment. It had to be movie-like but a blatant contradiction to your dreams of being swept off your feet and get married to him one day. Those dream-like scenarios ended up winding up somewhere else while you were stuck in their consolations, thinking they could still be possible.

“PLEASE!” was your shrieking scream. “I KNOW WE CAN WORK THIS OUT!”

Syllables being grazed against your throat like large tires screeching against rough asphalts on sudden halts weren’t enough for your boyfriend—or ex-boyfriend. But the tiniest hint of optimism, a rare feat of positivity within you, was sparking to its diligence.

“FUCK!”

In your head were the runs of thoughts, one being that he couldn’t hear you because of the deluge of heavy droplets.

That must be it.

“I’LL—I’ll call you!”

Even if you believed that it was the rain that drowned your voice, you still shouted an announcement for your impending call.

The simple act of fishing your phone and making a call had your entire body shaking. It was cold. No amount of layers of clothing protected you for the cascades that only found purchase in drenching all there was on land, including you. Because to them – to the gods or whoever was there – your tears were not enough.

“Pick up,” you muttered under your breath, false hope clinging onto your running nose and trembling figure. “Please. Pickuppickuppickup.”

First try.

Second try.

“Fuck. Please,” you sniffled, “please.”

Third, fourth, fifth. “Nonono. C’mon, c’mon, c’mon. Please.”

You dialed again, over and over. Sixth, seventh. Repetitive taps on your screen barely recognized your touch from the water infiltrating it. There was no clear indication in your head on the reasons for your tears. They were becoming too much.

Everything was too much; you couldn’t believe it was real.

Your boyfriend – okay, ex-boyfriend – ran off from your apartment after picking up all his stuff and choosing not to hear you out, despite your calm and disorganized rambles. To you, “falling out of love” wasn’t enough. You didn’t believe it. There was no way he suddenly felt that way about you because there was no point in your relationship that he made you feel that way.

Now it was your phone’s turn to create troubles with you through its glitches and unresponsive retorts. And you’d be spending a whole month of salary to buy a new phone. But fuck it.

With your boy—ex-boyfriend, it was ride or die.

“PICK UP YOUR PHONE!” you cried out loudly. “PLEASE!”

In rapid pace, you shook your head from side to side.

“NO! YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME, SEOKJIN!”

It pained you to mention his name into his neighborhood but this was it. This was the last resort. It was either this or everything was over, and there was no space for empty fills of journey. You had to fill them up with risks. Risks like this.

“WE CAN WORK THIS OUT!”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” one of the tenants shouted back.

You ignored him with tight-closed fists. “LET’S WORK THIS OUT!”

The sobs in between your shouts were as painful sounding to you. This was a level of humiliation you never thought you could fathom. A level of humiliation you presented upon yourself to dozens of lit-up rent-controlled apartments within an old, drenched building.

“I KNOW WE CAN WORK THIS OUT!”

For the last resort.

“WE CAN! WE JUST HAVE TO TALK!”

Some of his neighbors were already peeking from their wrinkled up curtains, eyeing you with either apathy, genuine concern, curiosity, or pity. Mostly the latter. Fuck. You were embarrassing, weren’t you?

“LET ME IN! PLEASE!”

Your teeth quivered, a desire to aid the cold creeping into your skin.

“LET’S TALK IT OUT!”

For the last resort.

“WE CAN WORK THIS… o-out.”

And he showed up to your vision finally, exposing himself on the curtain-less, bare windows of his dimly-lit apartment.

Yeah, he showed up to you alright.

For your last resort, the picture he – Seokjin, your boyfriend, your ex-boyfriend – painted to you was his naked upper body with a woman behind him wrapped in soft pink-colored cotton robe, loosely tied around her tiny waist. Her dewed up cleavage haunted you in all ways possible, good and bad.

She was looking at you with pity, too much of a hint that she knew about your relationship with Seokjin beforehand. Why would someone do such a cruel thing to you? You shook your head. It wasn’t entirely her fault; it was still mostly his. And yet, you still had a hard time believing it.

No.

No, it can’t be. But fuck.

“You…” Your teeth chattered in both the breeze tightly hugging onto your skin and the anger summoning until the tips of your fingers.

You wanted the next word to come out strong, not soiled up by the looming sobs from your heavy chest and aching stomach. This was it for you. This was your last resort.

“You…” was your repeated indulgence. “You f-f-fucking—”

Then you inhaled deeply, partnered with closed fists, nails biting into your palms too much they had bled.

“ASSHOLE! YOU SON OF A BITCH!”

Your knees were too close to giving up but you weren’t going to allow more humiliation to come out one by one at a single scene. This was your movie and you were only willing to show devastations to come up on the screen scene-by-scene. Not like this.

“FUCK YOU!” You swallowed. “FUCK YOU AND YOUR BIG DICK! I HOPE YOU KNEW HOW TO USE IT! BASTARD!”

With the last drops of grueling frustration, of anger and sadness, you permitted your gaze to melt into his for a fleeting moment. This was a picture that will forever be engraved in your head, even if you had a water-like memory.

Him, looking down on you with unfiltered emptiness that made you feel like vomiting. The woman behind him, mustering to attain the same gaze as though practiced, but failed to do so, as hers entailed ushered pity. The look that said, she will never hit rock-bottom, the same you did and you were still at. You were a debacle. But she could do better.

Then you let go.

The turns of your heels were both aching and liberating. It was as if your hands were in shackles for so long, and you had also been pulling for so long. And when your wrists were free, you were in pain. A pain accompanied by a sense of freedom.

That you will never be stuck with someone who was a lying bitch.

A fucking cheater.

“Yoongi, my usual,” you ordered as you slumped to the bar stool tucked under the counter.

“Sure—holy shit. What happened to you?” It was him turning that triggered the pause between his sentence and made you aware of the fact that you looked like shit on a Friday night. “What the hell, _____? You’re trembling.”

“I’m okay,” you breathed out almost emotionlessly, looking at your fingers splayed upon the counter. You tap them to create cheerful sounds, a forced contrast to your appearance before pulling your eyes heavenward, mustering courage to stare back at Yoongi. You repeated, “I’m okay.”

In any minute now, you would bawl. Again.

“Stop—stop tapping your fingers,” Yoongi said weakly, leaving the bottle he was once taking care of to the counter behind him. He rolled around a white towel around his palms, getting rid of the remnants of alcohol staining his hands. “What the hell happened out there, _____?”

“You got anything warmer in there?” you asked instead.

“Y-Yeah, shit, I’ll check,” he said, thinking if there were some dry towels or blankets upstairs at his cave. Then his voice was fleeting away. “Hey, Hobi, could you cover for me there? I’ll just grab some stuff upstairs.”

And his colleague was happy to, nodding his head and repeatedly saying “yeah” to Yoongi.

The simple image made you swallow. Fuck. You wanted to feel happy too but your chest only swelled painful verves, pumping endlessly into you to the point that Seokjin and the girl behind him were the sole picture in your head.

“Here you go.” Yoongi appeared out-of-nowhere, or it seemed like so to you, as he wrapped your body with a warm, thick blanket. “You sure you wanna stay here? You could just rest in my office. I don’t mind, _____.”

“I want to drink,” you simply mumbled.

“We can do that upstairs too.”

“It’s too quiet up there,” you probed.

“I can play some music,” was his fast counter.

“Yoongi,” you called his name almost as faint as a shy breath. “I don’t want to be alone with myself or with you. Everything keeps ringing in my head. So, can you please just serve me my fucking drink?”

Yoongi tested a few seconds for you to retract your statement but when you didn’t, he got back to his place behind the counter and fidgeted through his bottles of alcohol to serve you your drink – whiskey neat.

“Thank you,” was your weak appreciation as he slid the drink to your yearning hand.

“Is this because of Seok—”

“Don’t,” you sternly warned.

“You can talk to me.”

“Few more drinks.”

He nodded, giving up. “Okay.” Then he left your space to serve a newly-entered customer who sat with an empty seat between the two of you. “What you want, boss?”

“Whiskey neat,” was his succinct reply.

“You got it,” Yoongi said, picking up the same bottle he had used for you and pouring some of it for the gentleman next to you.

The gentleman next to you reciprocated your gaze. He nodded at your sodden self. “Rough night?”

You chuckled at his attempt of small talk. “Like you’ve never imagined.”

Taehyung’s night was supposed to be perfect.

He had a major work turn-out this morning to kick-off his day. The clinic’s pantry had donuts on the counter available until noon. From then on, he felt like everything was going to fall into place for him. He celebrated a few drinks with colleagues at a bar downtown. He had waited for things like this to happen to him. Simply, it was because he was a romantic. He believed in make-believes, the pretense of life.

Until at around 11PM that night.

Taehyung’s fiancé – ex-fiancé – had emailed him a night before and he had just opened it. He regretted doing so. He hoped he’d seen it sooner, so that today was perfect. No bumps. Just his – his movie.

Her email was a bad omen.

He should’ve known.

It said:

Hi, Taehyung.

I’m not sure if you’re willing to open this message but if you do and read it, then thank you, and I couldn’t thank you enough for doing so. For the longest time, I had been thinking that what you and I had was special. And maybe it was it being special that made it short-lived.

Taehyung scoffed loudly at that part. “Bullshit.”

I know that it was my fault why it was so short-lived too. Granted, I cheated on you. But that was fate’s way of telling us we shouldn’t be together.

“Bull—shit!” was his sonorous amen.

You will never forgive me and that’s not something I could change. And it’s valid that you feel that way about me. I still love you not in the same way as before but I love you, Tae. But this message isn’t about forgiveness or apology.

He took a deep breath before rolling his eyes and attaching them to the screen of his desktop.

This message is a message from me to you.

Again, he rolled his eyes at the dramatics. “What a dramatic fucking bitch. Get to the point already.”

I’m getting married in a month.

His heart dropped, and now he understood the depth of that expression. Still, it wasn’t enough. His heart felt like it was going to drag his entire body to the core of the Earth.

“What the fuck,” Taehyung had muttered under his breath. “I’m getting married in a month,” he repeated, not believing merely his own eyes to read it out to him.

And this is my formal invitation to you, Taehyung. I hope you’d come. If you can’t, maybe at least reply? That would be enough for me to know… something. Thank you, Taehyung. For everything. You taught me a lot.

And just like that, everything was washing down to him, his self-declared luck and the façade of what he thought was a movie – his movie. He slumped his back onto his swivel chair, allowing his lower body sag to the pulls of gravity, before rubbing his palms into his face, squeezing his eyes tightly. He wasn’t jealous that his ex-fiancé was getting married.

Fuck, he couldn’t care less about that.

What he couldn’t believe was that she was getting fucking married in a month. And he was not an inch closer to such a desirable feat. If it were his movie, then he would have gotten married first. Better yet, their engagement should not have been called off in the first place.

But the lingering prints of “in a month” in black Arial font on his screen was a blow.

Hell, he had not dated anyone for over a month. Casual hook-ups were his thing, he thought, until tonight, he felt like they were suddenly not.

“In a month?!” he yelled into his palms. “In a fucking month?!”

He needed to get somewhere, at some point near because there was no way he was going to attend that wedding without a date. There was also no way he was not going to attend that wedding.

His mantra went on. “In a fucking month? One month? Is this some sick joke?”

Taehyung counted his blessings, relishing on the impossible idea that his date should be someone who had been with him for at least over six months but fuck, the wedding day was in a fucking month.

“HEAR ME OUT!” was a roar that came from outside.

“What the fuck…” Taehyung mumbled, standing up to check through his window. He brunched up his curtains to the side and saw a blurry figure of a woman standing by the garbage bins, drenched in cold outpours of the unforgiving weather.

“PLEASE!” came another scream. “I KNOW WE CAN WORK THIS OUT!”

Taehyung chuckled. “Romance is fucking dead.”

He continued watching, finding the display of a woman in soaked covers of multiple garments quite amusing. He listened to you scream, curse, and lash out to the window about four windows to his left. To be honest, his heart was rooting for you to heal on its own because he felt how it was ripping itself apart, little by little each time you screamed, only to receive disturbing quietness.

But there were times when it was too much.

Taehyung couldn’t, wouldn’t tolerate screams at this time of the night.

Not when he needed some time to escape his mind, too, and your screams weren’t helping him at all. You weren’t the only one who needed the time and the sound of peace. It wasn’t a thing that only exists in your movie; it was also in his.

“WE CAN WORK THIS OUT, SEOKJIN!”

Taehyung had thought, oh, him. It was to an effect that his mouth formed an “o” at the realization that dawned him. He knew Seokjin at a certain extent, an extent that only bared itself to a standard of being at the neighbor status. Taehyung didn’t know Seokjin had a girlfriend, having seen different girls coming in and out his apartment. It wasn’t any of business. But seeing you now – fuck.

You were the girlfriend.

“WE CAN WORK THIS OUT!” you cried.

He heaved a sigh drawn from the bottom of his chest. You were a bit irritating and pushy. A fighter.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Taehyung shouted but he immediately regretted it, hiding from his curtain but you didn’t even try to look for his voice.

You ignored him. “LET’S WORK THIS OUT!”

More countable minute ticks on the clock and your voice suddenly drowned. He thought that there it was – the tranquillity he had been ready to give his legs out to to worship, to bless him and reward him another “perfect day” because he deserved it. Or he believed so.

He watched you silently ponder at a small spot of the concrete, standing straight, wordless, and unmoving.

But as the trickling hums of the noise brought by the rain became the only noise in the neighborhood, suddenly, you took charge of what people could hear – it was you. Only you.

“ASSHOLE! YOU SON OF A BITCH! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU AND YOUR BIG DICK! I HOPE YOU KNEW HOW TO USE IT! BASTARD!”

Taehyung’s jaw dropped at your second wave of lash out. His jaw plummeting was a testimony of your rage and that to aid his charmed disbelief over you, he picked up his jaw by forming a laughter as he shook his head.

You were a fighter.

And that deserved a toast.

It was not in Taehyung’s rule book of Watching a Woman Drown Herself in Tears and Rain to follow said woman on her stride to one of the closest bars within the area. Given that you began your voyage to the bar earlier than he did, your groggy footsteps were a giveaway to how he was able to follow you.

Taehyung entered the bar and it was just what he had expected from you. Quiet, a bit of a crowd – the moderate amount – and dimly lit. Most of all, vintage.

He sat next to you, leaving a seat in between, not to take up too much of your space as your energy, he felt, was creeping up to him.

“What you want, boss?” was the bartender’s swift service.

“Whiskey neat,” was his succinct reply.

“You got it,” the bartender said and got to work, pouring Taehyung a glass of a bottle of whiskey that was already encased in his hand.

If Taehyung would give a rate to this bar, he was already prepared to give it a five out of five.

Taehyung gripped the glass in his slender fingers before finally getting a scan of your face. Contrary to the loud, roaring screams you delivered outside the building, you actually looked quite soft on the edges, dare he’d say innocent.

“Rough night?” he asked with a bit of fear when he did.

But he was glad you took it well. Chuckling, you replied after taking a huge sip of your drink, “Like you’ve never imagined.”

#f: whiskey neat and whisking trips #bts smut #taehyung smut #taehyung x you #taehyung x reader #taehyung x oc #fluff #angst #by:lacielre

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xelles-archive · 4 years

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Her Cure

➥ Peter Maximoff x Self-insert

➥ Genre: Fluff with a bit of venting

➥ Summary: Peter comes to his girlfriend's house, but wasn't expecting to see her with a down mood.

➥ Word Count: 3.3k

➥ Warnings: Don't read if you don't like sharing Peter as an f/o. This is super, SUPER self-indulgent, so please don't send any hate.

➥ A/N: I'll be using she/her pronouns in this story because I still haven't gotten used to writing myself as 'they' in stories. Also, Peter's little sister's name isn't confirmed. It's just a headcanon of mine that her name is Lorna.

➥ Tags: @nougatships @just-sinag @selfshipping-port

The ringing from the alarm clock on Peter's desk was the very first thing that welcomed him into this new day, but the repeating, annoying sound was immediately dismissed when he slammed his hand on it. He nearly punched down the whole thing due to his pressure. He groggily sat up on his bed and harshly rubbed his eye. "Agh!" He groaned, getting weird glitches in his vision. That didn't stop Peter from doing his routine though, as it quickly disappeared, too.

He went to his closet and changed from his pajamas to his casual wear. The classic black band t-shirt and silver leather jacket. He dashed upstairs once, then came back to his room and grabbed a comb to brush his hair. "Hell yeah, you're looking great." He clicked his tongue and pointed finger guns at himself in the mirror. He finally went upstairs, for real this time.

He was met with his mother cooking breakfast, and the smell of eggs and bacon rose to Peter's nostrils, making him inhale the precious scent. It was a classic breakfast, and he can't wait to eat it.

Finally, after a minute or so, Magda noticed his presence. "Oh, Peter! I didn't notice you there." She looked behind to give her son a bright smile, which he nicely reflected back. "Oh, well, ya know. Just doin' things as fast as I can." Peter shrugged his shoulders, as the sarcasm in his line of voice made the woman giggle. The wide smile stuck on her face as she went back to cooking. "It's almost finished. Maybe you could wake up your sister for the meantime."

Peter nodded in response, and even though his mom wasn't looking, she knew he already obeyed what she said. It's one of the good sides to his mutation.

Not even a minute has passed, and the young boy was already back to his previous spot. The mother looked at him in confusion and opened her mouth to ask, but Peter already knew – almost like predicting it — what she was supposed to say. "She's dressing up. Don't worry."

She smiled again, and expected nothing more or less of her son. When was there a time without Peter ever lightening up the mood? She doesn't remember at least one moment when it felt boring in the house, well, probably except before Peter came.

But none of that matters, as they're all together now.

Soon enough, the youngest member of the family came down. "Hey there, lil sis." Peter greeted his younger sibling, who seemed to be still sleepy. She yawned quite loudly and nearly fell off when she climbed up on the chair. Even with the lack of response, the cute little scene that occurred in front of him made Peter smile. "Still sleepy, huh?" He mocked.

Lorna merely hummed and nodded her head with her eyes still fluttering open. Their mother turned around with two plates in her hand, scooting them over to where Peter and Lorna were sitting. Both of them childishly eyed the well-done dish, their mouths watering in hunger. "Well then, let's dig in." The woman clasped her hands together, and the small family grabbed their respective utensils to start eating.

In just a blink of an eye, Peter was munching down on the food. Maybe too fast. Not even having a single bite, Magda placed down her spoon on the plate. "Peter, slow down." She remarked, quite calmly in fact. As a mother, she had the right to be concerned of her children's intentions.

"Hm?" Peter looked up from his plate, and when he saw the disapproving look on his mother's face, he gulped down the food as hard as he can. "Sorry." He raised his hand as a sign of apology.

A gentle smile replaced the frown on her face. "What's with the rush? Do you have a date?"

Lorna nearly choked on her food as soon as their mother ended her statement. She placed down her utensils and looked over to his older brother with excited eyes. "You're going out with Xelle again?!"

"Whaaaaat?" Peter scoffed. "Noooo." He waved his hand, rolling his eyes as he did so. "I'm just gonna visit her house, that's all." He was supposedly going to continue eating, but Lorna still had more questions. This little girl was always excited when it comes to Peter's girlfriend.

"But it's still considered a date, right?" She raised her eyebrows, awaiting for her older brother's response. Peter opened his mouth to speak, closed it, then opened it again with a cocked brow. "I guess? I mean, we're still going out, so yeah, maybe it's considered a date." He just shrugged it off as he grabbed his glass of water to drink.

Lorna squealed, shaking her arms in excitement, and even rocking her legs back and forth under the table. "Ooooh man! I can't wait to have my sister-in-law!"

Even one single word could cause everything to crumble. Their mother had been listening to their conversations at the start, but she wasn't expecting to hear such words from her daughter. Her eyes widened, while Peter spat out the water he was drinking. Magda quickly scolded him for making a mess in front of them. But then, it's gone in an instant. The table looked clean again.

The mother anxiously looked over to her daughter, giving her an uncertain smile. "Maybe that's too early for your brother, dear."

Tilting her head in confusion, she asked another question. Oh, how different the circumstances will be if Xelle was here right now. She could have hushed the young girl, at least. "Why? Is he not old enough to marry her?"

"Okay, Lorna, I'm only twenty years old." Peter suddenly intruded in the conversation as he wiped the excess liquid on his face. "Plus, I still got college to catch up to. I don't wanna rush things."

Their mother laughed at him. "That's funny coming from you." It took a while for Lorna to register the joke, but even Peter's humor was fast enough for him to understand. He didn't even realize he was making a joke, yet he still laughed along. "Hah, real funny, Mom. Anyway, I gotta go." He took one last bite from his food before dashing off, probably to Xelle's place.

Neither of the two females were able to say something before he left. Magda's eyes brought themselves to check Peter's plate, and she was not happy to see it. She frowned, and even if she knew he wouldn't hear her, she shouted out his name.

He suddenly appeared in the dining room again. "Sorry. Again." He gave his mother an apologetic smile as he grabbed his plate and washed it really quickly. He made sure he got to say goodbye properly this time.

Magda released a sigh. "I sure do hope I'll get a daughter-in-law, too."

The young girl smiled widely at her mother. "So you agree with me!"

Arriving in his girlfriend's place, Peter was refreshed to see the familiar green plants in her tiny little garden. With all the flowers and succulents, her house looked adorable. Thank heavens her father allowed her to live alone. He's been here multiple times already, mainly for checking up on her and taking her out on dates, but when he saw somebody on her doorstep, he stopped in his tracks.

It looked like a woman. Well, at least to Peter. She had long brownish hair and wore fancy clothing, she even had a purse dangling from her arm. There stood Xelle in the doorway, a clear frown on her face. Peter furrowed his eyebrows in worry as he watched this lady talk to his girlfriend. He couldn't hear what they were saying from this distance, so he just stood there. Besides, it was only a few steps away.

A few minutes had passed, and the lady finally turned around and entered her car, which was parked just outside. Peter pretended to walk as a passerby when the car zoomed past him. He looked behind him to check the plate number.

Xelle didn't even bother to look after that lecture from her stepmother. She ran her hand over her hair, tugging on it out of anger, as a long, sad sigh escaped from her lips. She had been fighting off her tears while she listened to those harsh words. She always thought of herself as a crybaby, and now that she finally has some time alone, she closed the door.

"Ow."

Or maybe not.

The female looked at her door, making an assumption that someone was behind it. She looked down at the ground, catching a glimpse of that silver-colored shoe she always recognized, stuck in between the door frame. She immediately opened the door, and to no surprise, she was faced with her boyfriend.

Peter waved his hand as a cute smile was embedded on his face. He didn't even need to say anything and Xelle already found herself smiling again, even the slightest. "Hi, Peter."

That was highly unusual. She'd usually jump at him for a hug or smile widely at him. The young boy noticed her change of behavior, the smile on his face disappearing. "You okay?" He brought his hand down.

"Yeah, I'm fine." She responded, turning around as she allowed Peter to come inside. He was polite enough to remove his shoes and set it aside before actually coming in. He closed the door and followed Xelle into the kitchen, which was just beside the living room.

Washing dishes, once again. Never the same, never different either. Peter watched her fingers gracefully slip past the smooth plates and place them down on a dryer. It was a weird thing for him to observe, but he loved every little thing about her. He can't resist himself.

Xelle was finally done with the dishes, dabbing a towel on her hands to get rid of the wetness, when Peter suddenly appeared beside her. He leaned onto the counter as he smiled at her. "So who was that lady earlier?"

Bringing her gaze to him, she raised an eyebrow at him. "What lady?" She asked as she hung the towel on the fridge's handle. "The lady you were talking to in the doorway." Peter responded, tilting his head while he awaited for her answer.

Xelle narrowed her eyes at him. "You were eavesdropping on us?" She asked in disbelief. The male in front of her widened his eyes and awkwardly laughed. "What? No. I just saw you talking with her." He stood up straight, placing a firm hand on her waist and bringing her over to him. Their bodies ended up colliding each other as their eyes focused on the ones in front of them. "You know I wouldn't lie to you." He pushed back a strand of her hair behind her ear.

She smiled at him, genuinely this time. "I know." As she thought the heavy burden in her chest was finally going to disappear, it just came back again. The corners of her lips deepened themselves into a frown, and to prevent Peter from seeing it, she pushed herself away from him. "But you don't need to worry about her. She's just my stepmother." She walked away into the living room.

Peter was, at first, confused why she suddenly distanced herself like that. The biggest thing that confused him was the stepmother. "Wait, stepmother? You have a stepmom?" He questioned as he followed her path.

"Yeah," she plopped down on the couch, "she and Papa didn't last long, though." Grabbing the remote control, she turned on the television. Her arm was laid out on the couch's backrest while her other one faced the squarish electronic. "But like I said, you don't need to worry about her." A few static sounds were brought to life until she stopped to one channel.

Even if she says that, of course he's still going to worry. Xelle was acting strange and he was not liking it. He pressed his lips into a thin line, shaking his head and stepping towards the couch. "Do you really think," he started as he sat beside Xelle, "I would believe that when you have that look on your face?"

Xelle brought her gaze to him and slightly tilted her head. "What do you mean?" In a flash, the remote control in her hand was gone. She looked at the absence of the object for a quick moment before she looked at Peter, who now had the remote in his hand, with wide eyes. "You know what I mean." He turned off the television and set the remote aside.

The short-haired female merely stayed silent and stared at him with uncertainty, this lack of response made Peter cross his arms. "C'moooon. You can't keep hiding things from me." He cooed a bit teasingly.

She knows she can't. He could always tell when something is bothering her, and that's why she still loves him to this very day. It's one of the biggest reasons why she's so happy every time she's with him. She took one deep breath before crawling over to Peter, to which took him by surprise. "Oop-" He yelped as Xelle pushed him down on the couch. She somehow got in between his legs and made herself comfortable to lay on his chest.

The adorable sight that took appearance in front of Peter's eyes made him chuckle out of amusement. He wrapped his arms around her and smirked down at her. "What, we're just gonna cuddle without even telling me what the problem is?"

Xelle giggled in response. As soon as her light laughter died down, her eyes wandered off to somewhere. "It's just…" She started. "Sometimes it's hard having alexithymia."

"Alexi- wha-" Peter narrowed his eyes, but it didn't take him long to realize what she was talking about. "Ohh, right. Alexithemic."

"Alexithymia." She corrected him.

"Right. Yeah."

She couldn't help but to at least smile at his silliness. "I don't know, it's just, it's hard expressing my emotions." The weight on her body — even though nothing was on her — felt heavy, as she found herself sinking deeper into Peter's embrace. "Especially since I don't have the confidence to speak up." Her hands gently hovered his shoulders. "I mean, it's not very severe, but it's, it's still difficult. It causes misunderstandings."

"Your emotions seep out a lot to me, though."

Xelle brought her eyes to look at him. He had that adorable little smile and raised his eyebrows, as if he was trying to prove what she said was wrong. "I could tell that you're sad, and…happy, oh, and…angry?" His statement sounded so unsure, but that somehow still made her laugh.

That's all he wanted to hear, after all.

A tiny chuckle is enough to relieve him that she's doing fine. He doesn't really consider himself a good person to ask for advice, but if Xelle sees him that way, he'll try the best he can.

Peter caressed the top of her head, despite the shortness of her hair, he wanted to get a better look on her face. "I'm kidding. But what makes you say that?" He tried to continue the conversation.

"Well, you saw my stepmother earlier, right?"

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." She fiddled with her fingers and lightly clasped them together as she tried to find the right words to say. Peter could sense a bit of hesitance from her, but nonetheless, he waited for her to speak. "We kinda got into, uh, we got into an argument because I didn't get to say I'm sorry." Fully clasping her fingers together into a tight hold, her breath hitched for a quick second. "It's, it's one of the things I hate about myself."

Xelle was supposed to bury her face on Peter's chest out of the shame, until she felt sudden movement and had no choice but to look up. "Heeey." Peter pushed himself up with his arms and stared down at her. "Just because you didn't get to do something you want doesn't mean you can hate yourself." He said, receiving an astonished look from his girlfriend.

He didn't know what he truly meant, but he was saying it from the heart. He knew how it felt like to hate yourself for the things you do. He just didn't want to see the sweetest girl he had ever met do it to herself, too.

"I mean," his eyes looked everywhere before quickly bringing themselves back to Xelle, "you were considering the fact that you should apologize to her. That already makes you a good person, right?" He attempted to reach out to her face and caress her cheek with his thumb. "Besides, if you hate yourself, I'm hating myself, too."

Eyes burning up in tears, Xelle found herself melting into Peter's touch. A silent weep escaped from her lips, and as she couldn't bring herself to speak up, she just nodded her head in response. It was so easy for her to tear up, and yet Peter doesn't mind any of that. As soon as he saw her crying, he brought her into a hug. At moments like these, it felt like her alexithymia was gone.

Peter was her cure.

What sounded like sniffs turning into sobs eventually took over the conversation as the couple found comfort just by being in each other's arms. Peter gave her the time to let out her tears, giving her occasional back rubs and gripping onto her like he didn't want to ever let her go. It always hurt him to see her like this.

When her tightened posture finally loosened up, and her breath seemed to slow down, Peter also found himself finally calming down. It almost felt like their heartbeats were synchronized, being so physically close to each other gave them more of a chance to be connected.

Just as Peter opened his mouth to speak, his ears was met with something he never expected to hear on a day like this,

"I love you."

His eyes widened. "What?"

"I said I love you, Peter."

Did she really say that? She never voluntarily says 'I love you' to anyone, including Peter himself. Did she just really say 'I love you' to him?

"I- Wow-" He stopped himself mid-sentence as he chortled. Xelle pulled herself away and took a glance at her boyfriend's shocked expression. The corners of her lips brought themselves up to form a smile as she breathed out a laugh. "What, you're not used to it?" She teased.

"Yeah, well," Peter shook his head, "you never say those three words to anyone." He spoke through gritted teeth. Xelle's chest felt lighter as she released another hearty laugh. That laugh of hers that always gets Peter's head in cloud nine. It's something he always treasured, and now that he heard it again, he almost flinched when he felt her hands fondle with his cheeks. "Then consider yourself lucky." She placed a peck on his nose before nuzzling her face in his neck.

Peter was left speechless, his mouth slightly agape, after that unexpected occurrence. That quick nose kiss made his heart skip an extra beat. He was weak for those types of kisses. He doesn't know why, but he always gets flushed and hot when he receives affection from Xelle — let alone her rare, peculiar, wholesome behavior.

He was going to wrap his arms around her, when an idea popped in his head.

"Hey, you know what?"

She hummed in response, staying in position.

Peter grabbed her shoulders and gently pushed her away, grinning widely at her.

"I love you too." Using his superspeed to his advantage, he showered her with lots of kisses on her face. To Xelle, it felt like she was being tickled. She laughed out loud as she tried to cover her face from any further kisses, but they still kept coming. Overwhelmed with the amount of love she's getting, she just slammed her hands and managed to catch Peter's face, finally closing in their distance and placing a firm kiss on his lips. It wasn't long enough before he gave in and returned the pleasure to her.

At this moment of time and day, Xelle feels content with everything that involves Peter.

#xelle.content #selfship con 2020 #self ship con 2020 #wooo this will be my first contribution for the con!!#i have more drafts to post so idk maybe look forward to that??#i plan to give imagine scenarios to y'all so :eyes:#👣 gotta go fast #s/i: kryxelle xavier

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Just Relax and Let Go

“Come on, hero! You promised!” the magician whined.

“I really don’t know about this, man. You said it was safe but…” Jackie rubbed the back of his neck, hoping to get rid of the looming dread that always seemed to follow him whenever hypnosis was on the table.

Marvin walked over and pulled on his arm, “It’s fine. I just need a little more practice. My big show is in a week, and this is the only part of it that still needs some work. It’s still too unpredictable.”

Jackie sucked in a deep breath and looked at his little brother. He hadn’t been this excited about a show in such a long time. It was really nice to see him like this again. He let his hand fall from the back of his neck down to his side. “Fine, fine. If it really means that much to you,” Jackie paused and surprised him with a sudden choke hold, “but you owe me, little bro.”

Marvin tried to hold his own, but eventually opted for two taps on the offending arm. Jackie looked down at him as he tried to catch his breath. The magic man was shaking a bit. Normally that wouldn’t be a problem, but Jackie had been going easy on him. The shaking persisted for longer than it should’ve. The hero placed a hand on his little brother’s shoulder. “Hey, you good?”

Marvin froze for less than a second underneath the touch, but quickly regained his composure and flashed a dazzling smile. “Of course! You just caught me a little off-guard there. Now let’s get started.” He took Jackie by the wrist and started dragging him towards his room.

Once there Jackie got a good look around. Nothing really seemed out of place. It was pretty tidy except for the desk and bed. He’d have to talk to Marvin again about making his bed every morning again, not that it’d actually do anything. Something still felt off about the place, though. A feeling that Jackie hadn’t felt in a long time…

The sudden slam from Marvin’s door brought him out of his thoughts. “Alright. This is actually happening,” Marvin mumbled under his breath. He spun around and faced Jackie with bright eyes and a cheesy grin. “Thanks for doing this, by the way. It’s gonna be a big help. Just, uh, go ahead and sit down on the bed if you want.” He motioned towards the piece of furniture in question nonchalantly.

Jackie made to go to his assigned seat, but as he did, a slight tremor in Marvin’s left hand caught his eye. Nerves. It had to just be some performance jitters. Although it wasn’t like Marvin was putting on a show for him, it was just a little practice.

Marvin pulled up a chair in front of his older brother and brought out a deck of cards. Before he could begin, however, Jackie grabbed his attention. “You know I trust you, yeah? You’ve got this,” he reassured. He expected the magician to breathe a sigh of relief or maybe relax a bit, but he just stared at the hero. “Marvin?” he waved a hand in front of his brother’s face.

It took a moment before Marvin flinched back. “Huh? O-oh. Right. Thanks. Yeah, guess I’m just a bit nervous about the whole thing. Like I said, unpredictable,” he said, but then his eyes widened, “but totally safe. If I screw up, the most that’ll happen is that it just won’t work. Promise.” He cracked his neck and smirked at Jackie, “Although it only works on those that actually have a brain, and the jury’s still out on that one.”

Jackie playfully smacked Marvin’s leg and laughed, but he couldn’t shake the feeling of dread that kept creeping up on him. “Okay just relax and let me take you through this.” Marvin watched his hero take a deep breath and relax his shoulders. “Good. So hypnosis feels a lot like how it feels when you zone out while reading or listening to music. You get lost in it and the rest of the world just fades away. It’s important that when you feel yourself start to slip that you don’t try to fight it. Let everything I say, everything I do wash over you until it’s all that’s left.”

With every word, Jackie felt every bit of tension, every doubt or iota of negativity slowly fade away. “That’s it, Jackie. Now I want you to focus on the cards in my hand.” Jackie’s eyes found their way to the deck that Marvin had started to shuffle. The sound alone was like music to his ears, how serene the clacking that could only come from plastic hitting plastic. “Let each card take away a bit more of your attention. Let it guide you, sway you.” Marvin’s voice danced around Jackie’s head.

“Are you feeling sleepy, hero?” Jackie’s head bobbed slightly, never taking his eyes off of the cards. “Good. That’s good. I’m going to count back from 5, and with each number I want you to let yourself drift deeper and deeper. Each number, twice as deep, twice as deep.” Once again Jackie’s head nodded.

“5” Jackie could feel gravity start to take hold of his body.

“4” It was so relaxing.

“3” Why hadn’t he helped Marvin out before now?

“2” His eyes drifted closed.

“1” Marvin snapped his fingers, and Jackie went limp. The magician wanted to laugh. He’d done it. One of his finest tricks. A hero standing right in front of him, his mind putty waiting to be reshaped by his skillful hands.

“Jackie? Can you still hear me?” A slow nod was the response. “I want you to envision a clean whiteboard. Nothing is on it. No marks, just a blank white slate. I want you to picture it as clearly as you can. Now I want you to write your name on it. Take your time. Write your name, and then erase it. Write it again and erase it once more. I want you to keep writing and erasing until you feel comfortable. Give me a thumbs up once you’ve done that, okay?”

It was a minute or so before Jackie held up a shaky thumbs up to his brother. “Good. Now-” Marvin felt his throat tighten. It almost felt like a noose had wrapped itself around his neck, or more like a string.

No more tricks Kitten. Give me a real show. Just like we agreed.

The strangulation loosened itself, and Marvin let out a small gasp. He took a moment to collect himself, but he couldn’t get rid of his tremors this time. He looked up at his older brother who appeared so relaxed… and vulnerable.

“I’m sorry. I hope one day you’ll forgive me for not being as strong as you,” Marvin whispered as a silver tear slipped from its watery dam. “Okay. I want you to keep imagining that whiteboard. With every thought that enters your mind, I would like for you to write and erase it. Every thought, every thought, until it’s all… just… blank. Got that? Let your mind empty, let it all be erased over and over again.” Marvin allowed the silence left in the room envelope the both of them, until Jackie seemed completely and utterly blank.

Marvin stood up and walked over to be beside the hero. He flinched when a clawed hand found its way onto the magician’s shoulder, but he wasn’t surprised to see who it belonged to. Who he belonged to.

“Y͠ou d͞id͞ ͢g̵r̡ea͞t̕,͡ ̛p͜et̸.͜ ̵It͘’̨s͢ ̸ti̧me҉ for the̷ ̢n̛ext ̧ph̕ase.” Anti’s broken voice curdled within Marvin’s ears. “G͝et ̡i̡t ̕dòne͘.”

Marvin sighed in resignation, a deep sadness embedding itself into his very core, “Last thing hero. I need you to write Anti on the whiteboard, but don’t erase it. Keep writing it. Keep writing the name Anti. It’s the only name you’ve ever known, isn’t it? It’s the only name you will ever need to know.” Marvin knew he couldn’t see it, but he signed a quick, “I love you,” towards his lost brother.

“I’m going to count to 5 again, and when I do you’ll find that you are rising up, up, up and out of the deep that you’ve been in. When I count to 5, you’ll find that you are awake. Understand?” He didn’t wait for Jackie’s affirmation. With how much static was swirling around the room, he already knew that the command had buried itself in his head.

“1” He’s such an awful brother.

“2” How could he have been such a coward?

“3” Why couldn’t Anti just leave them alone?

“4” Why did he ever think he could escape?

“5” Why did he ever think he was anything other than a puppet?

Jackie’s head snapped up at the final number. He gazed around the room before he ended his visual exploration on Marvin. The magician stuttered out, “J-Jackie? How are you feeling?”

“Who?” There wasn’t even a hint of recognition on his face. It looked like he was about to launch into a flurry of questions, but he was stopped by the eruption of laughter that had materialized behind Marvin.

“You promised me a show, Kitten, but this is just too much!” Anti began circling his new puppet, like a predator would his wounded prey. He carded his hands through the hero’s hair, delighted to feel him lean into the touch. “W̢e̵ll ͢h͘e͜l͏lo͡ ̀th̢er̴e͟. I̵’m͢ ̛Ant̨i. Án̴d ̕y̨ou ar̶e?̛” The glitch never got his answer because Jackie practically flung himself at Anti as soon as he had mentioned his name.

Jackie looked up at the demon, brought to near tears. “I know you! I know you! Anti! I know you!” Another laugh ripped itself from Anti’s throat and into the air around them.

His acid green eyes bore into Marvin’s sky blue ones as he said, “Th̶ank͠s ̧f͞or͘ ͠t̡h҉e b͜ir͢t̴hd͠a͝y҉ ̸pr̴e͟s̡e͡nt,͝ ̧p͟up̧pet̛.̕ ̧.̨I̴ ̀can’̧t̸ ͡wa͝it͠ ͟t͘o҉ see ͟ẁh̵at҉ yo̢u do ̵next̡ ̧ti̷m͞e.” With that, he glitched out of the room, whisking Jackie away with him. That last thing Marvin saw was Jackie’s face in complete adoration of his captor. He fell to his knees after the pair were gone, the deafening silence mocking him for his success, for his failure.

(Wow, it’s been forever since I’ve gotten to write anything! I had a lot of fun writing this one. I actually used some of the phrases that were said to me while I was being hypnotized. Don’t worry, though, my experience was a lot better than this one haha. Anyway, Happy Birthday to the glitch bitch!)

#writing in theory #jse egos #jse fanfiction #jacksepticeye #antisepticeye #marvin the magnificent #jackieboy man #hypnosis tw #happy birthday anti #glitch bitch

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omg hi im doing really great! aahh i know it is that long already but only decided to become anon on here 🙇‍♀️ just imagine me going crazy whenever you publish fics for your dunk shot series, absolute chefs kiss honestly. that's rich is also one of my faves, that fic really blew my mind, i just did not expect it at all +++ yuta simp??? oh yes signing up right damn now. aww that's sad to hear,,, because i am in the middle of exams as well sjdhfjsdfs and surprisingly i am doing good?? considering i am taking difficult subjects right now. so hoping all goes well for you too, dont pressure yourself <33 i am actually amazed that you can juggle being a uni student (?) and being a writer ???? like how miss ma'am??? just a minor inconvenience and im already complaining about life here 💀 oooooh i was one of those happy anons praying for you to finally write for jeno skjfhkshdfksdhf and yes i agree with the whole jeno duality agenda 💁‍♀️💁‍♀️ ohh may i ask if the mark fic ur currently writing is for the dunk shot series? but yes i am also very excited for your renjun fic, the intro is so wholesome omg!! aaahh sadly no i am not stanning nor following enha ☹️ i cant see myself stanning anymore groups now tbh especially those that are the same age as me or younger, well with the exemption of chenle and jisung of course. im really really enjoying following nct dream, so yeah they will be last group im stanning 🥰 ah did not intend for this whole thing to be this long but as an outro, sending u much love miss alice!!! 💚 - c&m anon

hi angel !! how are you 🥰💞 i hope you’re well and sorry for replying so late !!! i’m sooo upset bc i had a long reply typed out but accidentally got rid of it bc i got excited over glitch mode dropping 🤧 i’ll do my best to remember it all but speaking of, what did you think about the comeback ?? i’m biased but mark and jaemin stood out for me sm this time around :’)) i’m so proud of them all tho !!! i have to listen to the b-sides now but glitch mode is so addicting 🤩

also i’m v glad you asked to be an anon 🥰🥰 also i’m so happy that you liked thats rich! 🥺 that fic was so fun for me to write bc rich kid aus are superior >> also WOOO PROUD OF YOU FOR DOING WELL ON YOUR EXAMS 🤩🤩 is it your final exams ?? or midterms :o mine were finals and i did pretty well !! 🤍

HAHAH tbh writing is like another hobby for me !! so instead of scrolling thru tiktok or watching youtube, i can just write and i’d feel satisfied :’)) i do my fair share of complaining about life tho 😵‍💫 also OMG i’ve been wanting to write jeno for soooo long and i’m glad i was finally able to !! 🥰 i have plenty of wips for him as well but they’re all soft jeno bc that man is such a melt in my eyes <33

also yesyes i’m working on mark’s rn !! i was making a banner the other day actually and STRUGGLING HAHAH 🥲 and omg is it the “how to not fall in love with huang renjun” one ?? :o thank you !!! i’m so glad you’re excited for that 🥰🌷💘

and honestly yeah, it’s getting harder to stan newer groups with how young they are 🤧 heeseung is exactly my age in enha so he just makes the cut HAHAH but the 02s aren’t that far off from me either in that group, and watching iland made me feel a lot closer(??) to all of them 💕 but like nmixx ?? i think they’re too young for me 🤧

sending lots of love your way as well c&m anon !! i hope you have a wonderful day/night and take care 🥰💗

#tyonfs asks #c&m anon

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harrish6 · 6 years

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Healing What Has Been Broken - Chapter 3 - You Call, Beg, And Scream For Help-

-Chapter Start-

It started out as a normal day for Error.

After he finished the scarf he went out to get rid of a few AU's. One was filled with gingerbread Monsters, another was full of nothing but clay of all things. Error will never understand Ink's creative process. When that was done, he put the SOUL's he got into his collection and started to work on the new puppets of the AU's Sans's he saw. Error knew he had to enjoy the slow creative streak from Ink as much as possible, but it also worried him on what exactly Ink is working on if. He didn't even to bother showing up to try and stop him from destroying those AU's.

"hEh..." Lifting up the gingerbread Sans to his face, Error chuckled darkly. "MAyBE i cOUlD bE tHe CREaToR! LoOk aT hOW gOOd tHESe aRE!" But Error knew that it was a empty joke, Fate would never let him be that and Ink would sooner dust him them let him try to create something. And then it just wasn't in Error's code and magic to do it. But that didn't mean he couldn't dream of being in Ink's place, not that he wishes his troubles on anyone else anymore.

'They are ugly!' Error held back a flinch at the sudden yell. Sighing, he knew what was coming. The Voices have decided that it was time to tell him off for not working and trying to make something. It was time for his daily screaming.

'WHY ARE YOU NOT DESTROYING?!'

'WORTHLESS!'

'Are you feeling your sins crawling up your back?'

'Lazying about! HA! By the time you get moving the Multiverse will be gone already!'

'MURDER!'

'.....Do you feel that?'

Error stilled at the last Voice's question. It wasn't yelled or screamed out, and it wasn't a voice he hasn't heard before. Before he had more time to think about it, a familiar shiver went down his back. With a sad sigh Error let go of his new puppet, letting the strings take it up with all the others. It seems that Ink has finally made a brand new AU, again.

Standing up, and hiding a wince at the pain flaring in his body, Error opened a portal to were he felt the magic forming a new AU. 'And here I was hoping I could watch some Undernovela! I wanted to see what Sin was going to do now that Frisk has gotten involved and knows about the affair.'

Just as he was about to jump through the portal, a sudden broken whisper made him freeze. A voice he had never heard spoke out, the voice was soft and filled with despair. Blinking at the words Error couldn't help but give a sad, broken smile at the words before going through the portal.

'Too.......Kill you....War-ing......Help...you.....P-ease do-t.....!'

"HeH, I wISH thAT cOULd HaPPEn. BuT tHAnKS fOR thE wARnINg KIdDo."

It started out as a normal day for Error.

Then it changed and twisted into something he never saw coming.

-New AU-

As soon as Error's sneakers touched the ground, he knew something was very wrong.

The AU was void of the normal life he came to expect with new AU's. All there was in front of him was empty rocky land, no sign of life. No Monsters or even any kind of plant life. Putting his guard up, and ignoring everything that told him that he should just go to a different AU and destroy that one instead, Error took a step forward.

That was his first mistake.

The next mistake was pausing as he felt another's presence because the next thing Error saw was a bright splash of paint headed in his direction! shifting to the right and dipping down he was able to dodge it, but the kick to the head was very unexpected. Luckily he was able to catch himself before he fell backwards. Skidding to a stop, the glitch quickly righted himself, ignoring the pain and dizzy sensation.

Rubbing the new crack on his skull, Error was finally able to look around, and what he saw made his marrow run cold and magic buzz to life.

Error was now surrounded by hundreds of different Sans's and Papyrus's.

And all of them had the grim look that promised pain.

And in front of them was a grim but very satisfied Ink with the original Sans right by him.

'Well, I have to give them props.' Error's SOUL beat his rib cage, everything in him screaming to make a portal and run. 'I never thought they would have the balls to try altogether.....You ballsy motherfuckers!' But even if Error knew this was going to get tough on him, he was slightly flattered in a twisted way. It will take more then one Monster to take him down and they knew that.

It's a shame they didn't know that Error was almost at the point of no return. He was almost at the point where he would let one win if he still didn't care about the balance.

But that would change after today much to Fate's horror and Destiny's gleeful surprise.

"WHAt's GoINg On inK?" Error taunted as he got into a fighting stance, strings started forming on his hands making the others tense up. "cAN'T fIGhT mE oN YOuR oWN So YOu gEt hELp fRoM tHE OnEs YOU pRoTEcT? It'Ll kILL YOu OncE tHEY bECoME dUSt." 'But it will kill me the most won't it. Is that why Ink is doing this?'

"Hmph!" Ink huffed, eyes glaring at the glitch in front of him for his honest words. "We are finally going to end this today Error! You always go after the newer AU's so it was easy to get you here!"

"IT'S bECaUsE tHEy aRE mORE unSTAblE aND nOT aS COmPLeX." Error answered the masked question factually but dully, as if Ink should already know this. But soon Error's eyes were going every way as the rest of the skeletons shifted, then Ink made a fist. To Error it was like everything was in slow motion as Ink brought his fist down, then everything exploded into activity.

"LET'S END THIS!" Was screamed out from everywhere before all the skeletons called upon their magic and descended down on Error, faces grim but happy as they knew this would be the end of the destroyer. They would not stop until he or all of them were dust.

'Why?'

Error panted as he dodged all the different colored lasers and magic.

'WHY?!'

Error held back a scream when one of the UnderFell Sans's was able to get a hit in. The hit forcing his already creaked bones to break even farther.

'I have done my job! I have done what has been asked of me!'

Bones creaked, marrow leaked out pooling all around him as more hits came and went. Some leaked into his sockets, making his sight go bloody red and blinding him as more and more came.

'Why am I being punished for doing what Fate has demanded of me when Ink is the one who never listens!?'

One got a shot at his ribs, creaking a few and making him fall down from the sky to hit the rocky ground. Once hitting the ground, he bones gave a sickening crack, echoing out. Error could no longer move to his numb horror.

'Is this what all of them want?'

Then all of them descended on him and all he knew then was P A I N .

Kicks, magic, hits, spits, and so much more as they tried to dust him for he would not let them force his SOUL out. His HP and other stats was so glitched out that it would take a lot to kill him, and so this went on for hours.

Then finally for the first time in years Error opened his mouth and screamed.

He screamed for help, cried and begged for it as the others laughed on ignoring his cries. After all the destroyer has no feelings....Right?

Error choked on his screams as he coughed up more blood, his own dust falling off his bones. But before they had time to get to his SOUL, Error forced the last bit of his magic to form a portal below him, making it sallow him up and taking him back to the Anti-Void.

It was the same as back then for Error, for the first time he called out for help.

He cured up into a ball and wept in the whiteness of the Anti-Void as the Voices screamed at him once more.

He cried, begged, called, screamed for any type of help from anyone-

B U T N O O N E C A M E .

-End Chapter-

#Healing What Has Been Broken #error!sans #Forced Destroyer Error #Harrish6 #fanifction #Fanfic

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