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gingeraleluke · 3 years

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𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝘅𝗲𝗿 ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ꜰɪᴠᴇ

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: underground boxer!vinnie hacker x fem!influencer!reader

𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀: a good time turned bad…turned badder

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: mentions of violence, swearing, crying, some fluff, enemies to lovers tingz

𝗔/𝗡: aw shit, here we go again 🌀

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she sat up, putting her bowl of fruit on the ground next to her. she had never heard vinnie sound so worried before, and it was scaring her. they hadn’t spoken on the phone before but she never pictured their first phone call quite like this.

“wait, what?” her face lightend as zach splashed out of the pool, the worry evident on his face. y/n’s friends new something was wrong and it snapped them out of whatever they were doing previously.

“i… shit, wait… hold on.” she could hear vinnies footsteps walking on stairs, voices commuting in the background. one of the voices stood out to her, sounding just like her brother.

“vinnie?” she looked up to see three half naked friends of her, all of them dripping wet, standing around her. vinnie was silent on the other end.

“guys, is this really necessary?” y/n spat, more bitchy sounding than she wanted it to come out. thankfully, her friends knew she didn’t mean it and were used to her snapping whenever stuff was going down.

she put her ladybug iphone back up to her ear, hearing more incoherent noises. “vinnie? why are you calling me, what’s going on?”

“hey, sorry, i heard you scream and i wanted to make sure you were okay. bruno is checking out blue right now, but i think he’s gonna be okay, and i don’t know where roman went.”

what the fuck is he talking about?

“wait, heard me scream? vinnie, i’m in a different state right now, i’m not at the gym.”

the line went quiet, the distant sound of cars driving by was all she could here.

“wait- i’m… you..” vinnie was embarrassed and couldn’t even make his words out.

“where are you?”

“i’m sitting by a pool with my friends! i have no idea what you are talking about!” y/n’s eyes were bulging out of her head and mo sat on the ground beside her, staring up at her mouthing ‘what?’

“so.. if it wasn’t you screaming than who was it because you are the only girl i’ve seen come in this gy-“ he stopped himself as he realized the obvious. “that blonde girl, would she be here today?”

“katie? yeah, i guess. she stops by the gym all the time, why? is she okay?”

y/n honestly didn’t care if katie was hurt, she just wanted to make sure her brother wasnt.

“yeah, she’s fine, i think she was just scared.” he sighed.

“scared of what?”

“roman attacked blue and split his nose open.”

“what?! what the fuck, why?!”

“apparently blue slept with his sister or something, i don’t know honestly, but there was blood everywhere and they are both suspended from the gym. well, not roman because apparently it’s his birthday and bruno’s fucking biased but, yeah, blue is suspended for no fucking reason.”

her head started pounding at every word that left vinnies lips. there hadn’t been a fight at the gym for a long time.

thank god i wasn’t there.

“so you called me because…”

“i wanted to let you know that everything is fine and i wanted to make sure you were okay.”

aww.

“aww, so you care about me!”

“what? ew, no. i just figured your brother would kill me if i didn’t check on you and i didn’t want you to spread around some false info.”

y/n wasn’t expecting his words to hurt her as much as they did. one heart was now slowly splitting into two and she tried to hide her discomfort from her friends.

“okay, well, i won’t say anything. and vinnie?”

“yeah?”

“please don’t ever call me again.”

“wasn’t planning to.”

what a fucking asshole.

she quickly pressed the end call button and dropped her phone on the chair she was on. it was difficult understanding her feelings, but she really did think she was over him. after seeing those pictures in the girls bedroom, she was ready to move on. but after that phone call, she felt so unloved. so ugly. so guilty.

she didn’t even notice her eyes start to water as she zoned out, her eyes centered on the lights reflecting off of the pool water.

“what happened?” mo lulled, placing a hand on y/n’s bare knee.

zach and his fiancé kept their distance from the two, both of them waiting for y/n to explain the situation to them.

“vinnie-“ she sucked in a breath, almost choking from the feeling that pained her chest. y/n couldn’t make out a sentence without the unbearable stinging she felt inside. a few seconds passed, y/n realizing how stupid she must have looked for not speaking. she couldn’t control the short sob that left her mouth.

that small break, led to her wall crashing down. her body shaking as she began to cry silently, the only noise being her sniffles and the reassurance of her friends.

she laid herself down on her back and spoke the words that she had been dying to say, staring at the stars above her, thinking, i wish i never met him.

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after expressing and letting out her emotions to her friends, they decided to go back to the hotel and have a movie night.

y/n changed into a saint laurent lounge set and grabbed a few blankets. mo wore a tank top and some sweatpants and was in charge of making the popcorn. “okay, i picked them out, now hurry your cute ass up!” quinn yelled from the floor where him and zach sat. they set up a fort of pillows to sit on, giving the two girls the couch like the gentlemen they are.

“alright, boys.” y/n dropped onto the couch, “what’s the lineup for tonight?”

she was in a much better mood after talking it through with her friends and looking at funny tiktoks that zach saved to his phone. now, all she wanted was to enjoy the night with them.

“okay, so, for comedy, we picked clueless.”

“ugh, a classic!” mo yelled from the kitchen, pressing buttons on the microwave.

“mmhmm, and we know y/n loves horror movies so it was only fair that we chose the shining!”

“ugh, yes! thank you zach, you are the best.” she grinned ear to ear.

“and then, finally, our movie. the movie that defies our whole friendship, mean girls.”

“of course, why am i suprised?” she looked at the two boys who were cuddled up on the floor. she wanted someone to cuddle with.

mo must have read her mind because she suddenly spoke up. “hey, don’t worry, i will cuddle with you!”

y/n smiled, grabbing the bowl of popcorn being handed to her. the boys grabbed their bowl before mo ran off to grab something.

“oh, mo! i almost forgot… i got you something.” the girl quickly entered the room, hiding something behind her back while y/n grabbed her gift bag.

“me too! oh my god.” the two girls smiled at one another as the boys watched.

“aww, soulmate tingz!” zach said.

“yeah, yeah, okay here. you open mine first!” y/n handed the girl the bag and watched her pull out the wrapping paper.

mo gasped as she hung out the blanket in front of her body. “y/n! no way, oh my goodness!”

“do you like it?” she couldn’t contain her happiness as the girl quickly stepped into the mermaid tail.

“yes! and it fits, how?!”

“well, i contacted a lady and had it specially made for you.. check the tag.”

mo continued gushing over the gift while y/n waited for hers. the brunette placed a small black box into her hand.

“oh- mo are you proposing to me?” the group laughed.

“no, just open it!”

“okay! greedy..”

when y/n snapped open the box, she immediately gasped. two necklaces forming a heart sat on a small cushion inside the box. when put together, the two hearts said ‘partner in crime’ on them. the silver jewelry glistened as she picked them up.

“no way.”

small charms with their initials dangled at the top of the pendant. “this is stunning mo, holy crap!”

the boys got up to see it as the two put them on their necks.

“do you like it?!”

“are you kidding?! i love it, mo! thank you, wow. my gift looks so dumb now…”

mo embraced her, the warmth enclosing her body. “no, what? y/n, you got a custom mermaid blanket for me, what is there not to like?!”

after obsessing over their gifts, they sat down on the couch and started watching clueless. y/n felt safe with them and slowly forgot about everything happening in the world, including a certain boxer.

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it was a cruel drive back to y/n’s place. the roads were swarmed with traffic and her head had been killing her the whole drive. quinn wanted to listen to some country music the whole drive that made the girl want to jump off of a cliff. she needed a day for herself, knowing that that was what she deserved.

although she had only woken up at 9am, she felt like she had been awake since 1am. she had barely slept last night, her mind racing with countless thoughts of the inconveniences in her life. as soon as she got home, she made some eggs for breakfast and slipped on some gym wear. drake wasn’t home, meaning that he was probably training. she wore a black tank top and matching tight black shorts. slipping on her leather jacket, she sprayed on some perfume and headed out the door.

y/n didn’t work out that often, but when she did, it always made her feel better. she’d usually hook up her phone to the speaker and run laps on the treadmill. there was a spot on the right wing of the gym that was always super quiet and empty. flloyd and drake would work there sometimes and y/n would join them, making them listen to whatever song she had stuck in her head in that moment.

she hoped that none of vinnies crew found out about it.

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“why are you eating my peanuts? who gave you that?!” ru ran a hand over his curly hair as he tightened his jaw, looking y/n over as she continued taking handfuls of his peanuts.

“flloyd did. i don’t even like peanuts i’m just starving.” she laughed, as flloyd continued doing pull ups across from her. she was currently scrolling through her music library, trying to find a song to play. apparently, some of vinnies team did find her secret hideout, but thankfully ru wasn’t being a total ass to her so she was fine with it.

ru dropped back down and continued his bench presses. y/n clicked play on a song and began jogging again. she slowed down at the sound of footsteps behind her.

“hey! i didn’t know you were in today.” ru spoke to duncan who had just walked in, wearing shorts and a tank top. he sat on the bench next to her jacket and began to talk to ru, before turning to you.

“hey, i don’t think i have properly introduced myself.” she stopped the treadmill to be polite and smiled at him.

he’s cute.

“i’m duncan.”

“hi, i’m y/n. drakes sister.”

“nice to meet you, y/n.”

he shook her hand and walked back over to his bench, leaving the girl standing their flustered. she couldn’t remember the last time she had a proper handshake with someone. it felt nice, the way duncan treated her.

“where’s vinnie?” ru asked, drinking from a plastic water bottle.

“he’s dropping off hazel, he should be here any minute.”

who the fuck is hazel?

y/n cursed herself for getting possessive over a guy who clearly didn’t feel the same way back. all of the flirty messages, the comforting comments, it was all clearly nothing to him. she didn’t know why her first instinct was to freeze up at the name of him with another girl, but surprisingly, she fought the feeling and began to genuinely not give a fuck.

y/n’s playlist continued playing through the bluetooth speakers, loud enough to drone out the talking but quiet enough to hear someone when you need to.

the treadmill came to a flagrant stop, y/n almost tripping over herself. she looked over to see flloyd walking out of the room.

“flloyd!” she shouted. he yelled a quick sorry before walking to the bathroom. she got up and plugged the machine back in. she could hear faint talking but couldn’t make anything out from the song playing. she tried to get used to walking on flat ground, the tingling sensation still evident in her legs as she wiggled like jello.

she turned around to walk back to the treadmill, only for her knee to buckle out. she was expecting the impact of the hard floor, but instead, clashed into someone and brought them with her on the floor.

the two fell over, laying there groaning. “shit, i’m sorry.”

while y/n expected it to be flloyd, she was met with vinnie hacker laying on the ground below her.

i just fucking fell on top of vinnie hacker

i thought that only happened in love stories.

“it’s fine.” he muttered, before his eyes flickered up to meet hers. the two of them looked at eachother and it felt like time stopped. that same feeling she got the moment she first met him, came rushing back into her body. only this time, she was pressed up against him.

she could hear her heartbeat in her ears, swapping her focus from one of his eyes to the other. his mouth was only inches away from hers, the two of them looking through eachother.

as she started to notice the feeling of him laying beneath her, her whole body started to burn. a minty friction that was skin deep, clouded all of her senses. the energy she felt in that moment, seemed like enough to cause a power outage.

she pulled herself away from him, embarrassingly. “i’m sorry, again.” her feet wobbled as she did her best to plant them into the ground. “it’s fine, just check where you are going next time.” he smiled slightly and made his way over to his two friends.

the song changed, a small moment of silence that hit her like a thousand knives, before music could take the pain away. making her way back onto the treadmill, she continued her laps and sang along to the music, not caring what anyone, including vinnie, thought about her.

♫ now playing: 2 on by tinashe and schoolboy q

give me all that you’ve got now

make you want me cause i’m hot now

i’m gone, too faded, i’m off one

bang, bang, pop off like a long gun

vinnie walked over to the bench that sat diagonally to y/n, slowly sauntering over there, watching y/n as she sang. her eyes were closed for a second and she was running as a relaxing pace. he smiled cockily at her before grabbing some weights and seating himself down, facing her.

we can mob all in the whip

make the money, make a grip

i be stunting with my clique

getting faded till we trip

her phone buzzed and she picked it up, seeing a message from her brother reminding her about the trip to katie’s house.

y/n promised katie that she would come visit her family with drake. she hated the girl and hated her family, but didn’t trust drake alone with her, especially so far away from y/n.

she rolled her eyes and continued singing, hearing vinnies grunts as he lifted the weights.

yeah we can get active

and all my bitches attractive

we go, you know who we are now

get high, hotboxing the car now

she slowed down the speed on the treadmill, looking up to see vinnie looking back at her. normally, she would get insecure having him watch her like that, but after what he said to her last night, she really didn’t care.

vinnie sat up and grabbed a water, water-falling it into his mouth. he began to sing along to the song.

“i didn’t think you would like this kind of music.” he spoke up. she was slowly stepping as he spoke.

“what can i say, i’m full of surprises, hacker.” she shot a sarcastic smile his way as he scoffed.

“ooh, this is my favorite part. do you know it?”

“yes, of course i do.” he said in a duh tone.

“prove it.”

“fine, i will.” he shook his hair, before straightening up and looking at her as schoolboy q’s verse approached.

“uh, pull your panties down from under you.” she sang.

“beat that pussy up, make you wanna holla Q.” vinnie sang back, standing up and walking towards the girl on the treadmill.

“drunker than a bitch, high on that mary jane.”

he smiled before completing the lyric, “pussy in my mouth, pussy on my pinky ring.”

“ooh!! shit!!” ru yelled, walking over and shaking vinnies shoulders. “he told you!”

the girl nodded, smiling at the interaction. it was rare for her to get a reaction from her music, a positive one at that.

“well played, hacker. i must say you have good taste.”

“i know i do.” he smirked before backing away from her.

slowly stopping the treadmill, y/n heard her phone buzz.

katie 👹

can’t wait to see you tomorrow!

oh, for fucks sake.

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btxtreads · 3 years

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Hero

CHAPTER SIX: STARSTRUCK (PART A)

↳ Pairing: Kang Taehyun x Reader

↳ word count: 1.7k words

↳ rating: G

↳ genre: beomgyu and y/n are the cutest besties, taehyun hits someone with a door, y/n gets a possible concussion but nothing too big lmao, txt is stressedt

Y/N rolled her eyes as the car rolled into the cafe parking. Youra’s squeals punctured her eardrums as she moved to change to steeper heels. The younger can only shake her head as she tugged on her jacket and pulled the car door open.

“I’ll be here waiting for my friend,” Y/N explained, pointing towards the cafe. “I’ll just hang here until you finish. Please don’t be embarrassing.”

“If anything, you’re the embarrassing one for being in the vicinity of legends but not knowing who they are.” Youra explained. “Who is it you’re going to meet again?”

“Gyuu.”

“I don’t know him.”

“He was over almost everyday.” Y/N raised her eyebrow.

“Oh, your little boyfriend?” Youra asked, retouching her lipstick. “I thought his name way Beoji.”

“What?” Y/N scrunched her eyebrows, tilting her head as Youra strutted away from her and towards the club. “Who the hell is Beoji?”

Y/N sighed, rolling her eyes once more as she entered the cafe. She took a seat at the farthest corner of the cafe, pulling up her phone at the resounding ding that came from it. She smiled at the text sent to her by her oldest, bestest friend.

Kkyu 🤠: Y/Nieeeee i’m almost there ❤️ 10 minutes tops

On the other side of the street, right behind the massive building housing what would be the biggest party of the month, was a bright red sports car rolling to a stop. A head of fluffy brown hair jumped out of the driver’s seat.

“Clear.” His deep voice called, pulling out his phone and checking the time. “You can come out now, and can we hurry. Y/N’s waiting for me.”

“Just a bit more, hyung.” Taehyun whined. “In and out.”

“What’s the plan again?” Beomgyu asked, pocketing his phone and switching jackets with the younger boy.

“You meet your friend, I go in. Soobin-hyung and Yeonjun-hyung are inside to help me backstage and get in and out, Kai will distract the paps while I move in and out. It’s flawless.” Taehyun explained as he pulled up the grey hood over his head.

“I don’t know, Tae.” Beomgyu sighed, pulling out his phone once more and quirking his lips at the message. “She’s waiting for me, and they’re waiting for you. Entrance is over there, are you sure this will work?”

“I’m positive, hyung.” Taehyun grinned as he pulled the backstage door open. “Good luck on your date!”

Beomgyu grinned as he fired up the ignition of the car once more, grinning up at Taehyun with a roll of the eyes.

“She’s my best friend!”

Y/N widened her eyes as Beomgyu entered the cafe, ruffling his fluffy brown hair. The boy’s figure was almost swallowed by an expensive black leather jacket, his brown eyes gazing around as he fidgeted with the newest model of a popular luxury-brand phone in his hands.

“Gyuu?”

The boy’s eyes snapped away from the menu as soon as he heard that familiar voice he’d recognize anywhere. A bright smile popped up in his face as he bounded over, giggling as Y/N stood up from her chair—opening her arms. Beomgyu laughed, engulfing her in a bear-hug in return.

“Oh my fucking god, I missed you!” Beomgyu exclaimed as he squeezed her tighter.

“Dude, you’re telling me—you were like my only friend!” Y/N laughed, pulling away and squishing his cheeks between her hands. “Look at you—you look so good!”

“Y/N, I’ve always looked good.”

“Still the narcissist.” Y/N snorted as Beomgyu pecked her cheek like he always used to do before plopping down on the chair across from her. “You got me coffee?”

“Yeah, it’s the one you used to always order. Did I get it wrong?”

“It’s perfect. Thanks, babe.” Beomgyu laughed, ruffling her hair. “How’ve you been?”

“Exhausted, really.” Y/N rolled her eyes. “I told Youra I was going to meet you today and she said your name was Beoji.”

Beomgyu chuckled in amusement as the girl’s eyes flew towards the giant LED screen propped up outside the club—projecting Taehyun’s performance out to the public. At the sight of this, Beomgyu winced. So much for hiding.

“Kang Taehyun, huh?” Y/N wondered out loud. “I wonder how he is in real life?”

Beomgyu’s lips quirked as he took a sip from his drink.

“I wouldn’t know.” Beomgyu shrugged. “You really don’t like him, huh?”

“It’s not that I don’t, it’s just I don’t know him enough to like or dislike him.” Y/N shrugged. “I mean his songs are good, and he is easy on the eyes—I just don’t get people worship his entire existence—or TXT, for that matter.”

“Yeah, yeah. I get that.” Beomgyu smiled in relief.

“It’s just if I form opinions on a person, I want that opinion to be based on facts—the actual facts, not the facts I see on TV.” Y/N shrugged. “Truth matters. The objective truth.”

“That’s my Y/N.” Beomgyu laughed, ruffling her hair once more—making the girl giggle.

Just like old times.

Unfortunately, the old times were him and her hanging out in different restaurants around their small town—unnoticed by many. This time, unbeknownst to Y/N, her best friend was a world-famous Youtube Star, part of the local industry’s flower boys. People were bound to notice them now—and they were.

This was why Beomgyu stood up and pulled her over.

“We should take a walk. Cafe’s getting kind of stuffy.” Beomgyu suggested, making the girl grin. “I also have a few friends around here, let me introduce you guys.”

“I’d love to meet your friends!” Y/N nodded excitedly, picking up her bag and locking arms with the boy.

Beomgyu pulled her outside and led her towards his car, making the girl’s jaw drop. At first, she wasn’t really believing—not until the boy fished for a set of keys in his pocket and opened the car doors himself, gently leading her in.

“This is your car?”

“Yeah!” Beomgyu laughed. “She’s pretty, isn’t she?”

“How—I—“

“Y/N, there’s something you should know about me.” Beomgyu admitted, smiling shyly at the girl as he pulled out of the parking lot and moved back to the club. “I’m kind of famous? I go on Youtube a lot, sing sometimes—weird videos and all that.”

The girl’s jaw dropped, blinking over at him.

“We’re here, come on.” Beomgyu laughed as he parked again, having covered the short distance between the cafe and the club. “Let me show you my friends.”

“Wait—so, you’re friends with TXT?”

“Kind of,” Beomgyu laughed. “I am TXT.”

Y/N gasped, eyes wide as she opened her mouth to respond. Before she could, the door swung open—hitting her square at the back of her head. Beomgyu panicked, dropping down on his knees to assist the girl.

“Tae, what the hell!” Beomgyu hissed as Taehyun’s eyes frantically shifted around.

“Hyung, the paps found me!”

“No shit,” Y/N groaned on the floor. “You were literally on the gigantic LED screen outside a few minutes ago.”

Taehyun’s frantic eyes fell onto the girl on the floor, who was groaning as she massaged the back of her head.

“You okay?”

“It just hurtsa little, but I’m fine, Gyuu.”

Three more tall boys file out of the backstage door. The tallest one with black hair tilted his head at the scene.

“Who’s this, Gy—“

“Hyung, who the hell is this?!” Taehyun exclaimed, voice panicked.

Beomgyu looked up at Taehyun, eyes equally panicked as the other blonde boy whose name she didn’t know looked distressed. The pink-haired and black-haired boy only shared an exasperated look.

“Why did you hit her with a door?!” Beomgyu exclaimed.

“I didn’t mean to!” Taehyun exclaimed back before turning to Y/N with a frantic expression. “Ma’am, I’ll give you backstage passes to my next concert if you don’t scream! I’m just a normal person, please!”

Y/N sighed, glaring up at the boy as Beomgyu helped her up.

“You okay, Y/N-ie?”

“I’m fine, Gyuu.” Y/N shot the boy a quick grin before rolling her eyes at the frantic pop star. “And no thank you, Mr. Superstar. I’m not interested in your backstage passes. Thank you very much.”

Beomgyu turned back to Taehyun with accusatory eyes.

“You murdered my best friend!”

“I’m still alive.” Y/N mumbled back as she shook her head, freezing as a nauseating feeling came to her. “Gyuu?”

“Yeah, babe?”

She then turned and puked on the floor, making Beomgyu spiral into another fit of panic as she held her hair back.

“Oh my god, you killed her!” Beomgyu screamed at Taehyun.

“She’s fine!”

“No, she’s dying!” The tall, blonde boy by the door whispered in horror, shaking Taehyun’s arm.

“I’m okay.” Y/N mumbled, swaying in her spot as Beomgyu stabilized her.

It was at this moment that the two other boys sighed exchanging another look before the pink-haired one approached Beomgyu and the girl, helping her up. The black-haired boy crossed his arms.

“The puking might mean concussion.” The boy said. “You two, Tae, Gyu—Take her to the hospital.”

“But, Soobin-hyung!” Taehyun complained, eyes pleading. “I have to go home—the party for my movie deal that my parents threw—the directors—“

“Tae, you hit Beomgyu’s childhood best friend with a heavy metal door and now she’s puking and can’t stand properly.” The pink haired boy replied, pulling open Beomgyu’s car door. “Take her to the hospital now.”

“Beomgyu, my head hurts.” Y/N whimpered, making Beomgyu panic again.

“My best friend is dying in my hands!”

“Yeah, Beomgyu’s being dramatic and can’t drive.” the pink-haired boy mumbled, rolling his eyes. “Go.”

“We’ll take it from here.” They reassured, grinning at Taehyun before turning. “We’ll see you at your parents’ party!”

The other boys left, leaving a groaning Y/N, a frantic Beomgyu and a stressed-out Taehyun alone. Taehyun sighed, groaning in stress as he entered the car once more, eyeing the girl and started the engine.

“Don’t puke in the car.” He sighed, turning on the navigator. “Siri, where’s the nearest hospital?”

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alch3mic · 3 years

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Hello! We saw a little bit of how Hunsty would react if his love was threatened (with the stalker) but what would they bois do if their sweetheart was in danger? Thank you and your work is soooo gooooood!

CRUNCH.

The crispy cookie let out a small snap as Prince bit into it, looking rather thoughtful while the sweet yet slightly salty flavor dissolved on to his tongue.

“HM... THEY’RE ACTUALLY PRETTY GOOD.”

“told ya.”

He elected to ignore the slightly smug expression on his brother’s face in favor of eating the other half of the cookie and washing it down with some tea. The two of them were sitting on the back patio overlooking the gardens that lead out into the woods, a wonderfully cloudy sky above with hints of rain on the horizon.

Days like these were really the only times Prince could stand being outside, when that massive blue void was long hidden among the clouds, but even under the cover of the awning above and the umbrella shading their table he still felt a little.. uneasy.

“ANY LUCK SO FAR?”

“east and west. seems like the last one is still putting in some footwork.”

Huh.

He’d almost be impressed if it weren’t so troublesome.

Prince glanced down to the tea in his cup, casting a distorted reflection of his rather uninterested expression.

“WELL, THEY’LL SHOW UP ONE WAY OR ANOTHER.”

Either as a whole or in pieces, it really didn’t matter to him. With the estate being so large they’d either get lost and starve with no way out or they’d succumb to one of the many traps just like their partners did.

Prince’s gaze lifted up back out to the garden, his eyelights catching your form rather far off in the distance. You were sitting peacefully with your easel and paints, capturing some of the landscapes and flowers for your most recent masterpiece. He couldn’t see your expression since your back was turned to them and you were too far off, but just catching a glance of you warmed his soul and a small smile settling on his features, washing away the uneasiness.

“PERHAPS WE SHOULD TAKE A LOOK AROUND?”

The groan that left his brother made Prince roll his eyelights before shooting him a glare.

“oh c’mon bro. just give ‘em a lil’ longer. either they’ll get caught or.. i dunno, just show up-”

His words were cut short at the sound of some rustling and panicked breathing coming from the shrubs not too far from them. Soon enough a human came stumbling out, falling to the ground with a loud grunt as they were covered in lashes and bloodied wounds. They were shaking heavily as they tried to push themselves up from the ground while a slew of curses left their mouth.

“.....”

“told y-”

“SHUSH.”

The human’s head snapped up as the brothers spoke, Papyrus shrugging as he leaned back in his chair and threw his arms over his head while Prince smiled.

“HELLO THERE!”

Their expected guest reeled back, a mix of surprise and terror on their features as they quickly sat up, reaching for something on their person and drawing a weapon. Just a plain tactical knife by the looks of it, seems they may have lost the rest of their tools on their way through the estate.

“OH, WELL THAT CERTAINLY IS A WAY TO GREET SOMEONE ISN’T IT,” he hummed, standing up and lightly dusting off his uniform. “RATHER RUDE TOO CONSIDERING YOU’RE TRESSPASSING AT THE MOMENT BUT I SUPPOSE I’LL LET IT SLIDE. YOU’VE SEEM TO HAVE A RATHER ROUGH GO AT IT!”

The human’s face scrunched, clearly confused by Prince’s friendly tone as he grabbed another cookie off the table.

“Sh-shut the fuck up! Y-you fucking-!”

“NOW, NOW. THERE’S NO NEED FOR SUCH LANGUAGE,” he scolded, taking a few short strides closer to his guest.

They brandished the knife again, trying their best to scramble to their feet but failing miserably thanks to the wounds they had already sustained.

“S-stay.. STAY BA-”

CRUNCH.

....

Their words were quickly cut short by the grotesques noise made from them bone now splintering from their leg. It clearly took a few seconds for the realization to set it as they dropped the knife and opened their mouth to scream.

“GY- ACK!”

But that was also quickly cut off as Prince shoved the cookie in their mouth, effectively choking their desperate cry.

“AND THERE’S NO NEED FOR ANY OF THAT EITHER,” he said, that charming smile never leaving his features even as he roughly grabbed the human’s face with a gloved hand. “YOU’VE ALREADY INSULTED ME BY TRESSPASSING ON MY ESTATE TO STEAL WHAT RIGHTFULLY ISN’T YOURS, AND NOW YOU TRY TO DISTURB MY PRINCESS WHILE THEY’RE WORKING?”

He chuckled.

“REALLY. PEOPLE THESE DAYS HAVE NO MANNERS...”

CRUNCH.

“AND IF THERE’S ONE THING I HATE...”

CRUNCH.

“IT’S PEOPLE WHO DON’T KNOW THEIR PLACE.”

CRUNCH.

.....

You carefully bit into one of the cookies Papyrus had shared with you, enjoying the interesting combination of chocolate chips and salt as it danced on your tongue. A small sigh of content washed over you as you took another look towards your half finished painting. It was all finally coming together after being stumped for a few days thanks to the wonderful inspiration that the garden had to offer with all of it’s beautiful flowers and plants.

You’d really have to give Sans a proper thank you for always allowing you to visit his estate to paint like this whenever you felt uninspired... And you’d also have to give your thanks to Papyrus for the wonderful cookies too! The crunch was oddly satisfying..

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calumance · 3 years

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baby logan needs more attention than he gets i feel like he’d be such a sweet snuggly kid, toddler logan would definitely never leave calums side cause aidens always with mama when he can be so logan just sticks by calums side whenever they’re out and it’s just cute cause he could be playing or doing whatever like other kids but he’s just hangin with cal, listening to whatever conversation calums having and just being happy that they can hangout. i can imagine logan calling cal his best friend🥺

Logan has always been a curious little guy, but his questions always lead to the CUTEST moments.😭😭😭😭😭

Calum parked the car in the Target parking lot, the car filled with his favorite people: Logan, Aiden, and his wife. They had to go to the store to buy snacks and a gift for the wedding shower that their friends were throwing later in the evening. The second Calum parked the car, Aiden jumped out of the car and grabbed his mom’s hand, excited to pull her towards the toy aisle. Calum smiled as he shut the driver’s door and opened the door behind his to unlatch Logan’s restraints on his car seat. Once Logan’s feet touched the ground, he immediately reached up asking for Calum’s hand. Without a second of hesitation, Calum reached down and grabbed Logan’s tiny hand.

Together Logan and Calum walked into the store. Once inside the doors, Logan put his hands on the first shopping cart he saw. “Can I sit in the front?” Logan asked while pointing to the baby seat.

“Of course, little man.” Calum pulled the shopping cart away from the others and bent at the knees to lift Logan into the seat. Logan helped Calum by placing his feet through the holes and then slid into the seat. Logan giggled as Calum poked his nose and pushed the cart forward beginning their shopping trip.

“Daddy, are you and mommy married?” Ever since Logan heard what a wedding shower was, he’s been very curious about the whole thing.

Calum smiled as he reached his arm out to a vegetable platter, “We are. We’ve been married for almost ten years now. That’s one year longer than Aiden’s age.”

Logan nodded. For being only three years old, he did comprehend certain things more than most three-year-olds. “Are Uncle Luke and Aunt Sierra married?”

“Yeah, they’re married too.” Calum smiled and dropped the platter into the big section of the shopping car. Logan turned to look at it while Calum explained, “They’ve been married for five years. That’s three more years than your age.”

Logan nodded again and looked up at Calum. Calum’s heart swelled with the way his eyes widened every time Logan looked at him. He knew he fell in love with Logan the day he was born, but with each day, Calum love’s him more and more. Calum reached up and ran his hand through Logan’s hair.

“Daddy, do you love me like you love mommy?” Logan asked as Calum moved the shopping cart through the produce section.

“I love you very much, buddy, but the love I have for mommy is a little different than the love I have for you.” Logan tilted his head slightly, urging Calum to explain what that meant. Calum took a deep breath trying to figure out the most appropriate way to explain the difference. “I love mommy in a way that makes my tummy feel weird, a good weird, I love you in a way that makes my heart feel warm.” Calum held his breath hoping that was good enough for Logan. Logan nodded and looked at his hands.

“Do you have a best friend? I’ve heard mommy use that phrase when talking about Auntie Alex.” Alex was his mom’s best friend. They had known each other for a long time, longer than Calum had known her.

Calum pulled his eyebrows together, realizing that his kid was just a sponge when it came to anything that was said around him. “I have three.” Logan’s eyes widened thinking that having more than one was impossible. Calum chuckled and looked around the aisle for what he was looking for. “Your Uncle Luke, Uncle Mike, and Uncle Ashton are all my best friends.”

Logan pulled his eyebrows together, “I thought they were your brothers?” Another thing he’d heard come out of Calum’s mouth multiple times.

“Sometimes friends can seem like siblings. You know how Aiden takes care of you?” Calum asked as he reached around Logan, dropping another item into the cart. Logan nodded, “Well, Uncle Luke, Uncle Mike, Uncle Ashton and I all take care of each other how Aiden takes care of you. They’re not my actual brothers, but I like to think of them as siblings. Does that make sense?” Logan has always been good at letting Calum know when he needed to explain something more. He’s been that way since he could talk; Logan nodded.

Logan smiled from ear to ear and leaned forward, “I have a best friend too!” He exclaimed.

“Oh yeah?” Calum said with a smile after stopping the cart and stretching to the top shelf to grab a jar.

Furiously, Logan nodded his head, “It’s you, daddy! You’re my best friend.” Logan smiled and swung his feet back and forth, his heels hitting the plastic shopping cart every few kicks.

Feeling as if his heart was about to explode, Calum placed his hand over his chest. Logan was dead serious, and Calum suddenly felt like crying. Instead, he gathered his composure and smiled back at his son. “You’re my best friend too, buddy.” Calum leaned forward and pressed his lips to Logan’s forehead. He giggled and Calum pushed the cart, the new mission being to find Aiden and his wife.

Later in the evening, they made it to the wedding shower. Seeing the other kids, Aiden took off and started playing. Logan held onto Calum’s hand tighter and ducked behind his legs. Sierra squatted and smiled at Logan, “Low-gy, why don’t you go play with the other kids?”

Sierra had called Logan Low-gy since they day he was born. No one exactly knew why, but no one exactly stopped her either. Logan shook his head and Calum bent down to be at eye level with Logan. Logan held a tight grip of Calum’s finger, but Calum didn’t fight it. “Why don’t you go play with the other kids? I promise you’ll have fun.”

“I want to stay with you.” Logan said while nervously putting his pointer finger in his mouth. Not wanting to force Logan to do anything he didn’t want to do, Calum nodded and placed his hands under Logan’s arms. Calum lifted Logan onto his hip and nodded at Sierra and his wife, who both shrugged and headed outside where all of the other adults were gathered.

Once outside, Calum found a seat and placed Logan on his lap. Logan leaned forward and pressed his head against Calum’s chest. Calum’s heart swelled as he kissed the top of Logan’s head and rubbed his hand up and down his back.

Throughout the night, Calum partook in all of the conversations, most of them being things that were way beyond Logan’s knowledge. Every once in a while, Calum would notice Logan looking up at him. To which Calum would smile at him and kiss his forehead. Logan would then lean his head back on Calum’s chest and snuggle closer to him.

After the party ended, Calum loaded Logan into his car seat, and his wife loaded Aiden who had crashed from the sugar almost an hour prior. Within minutes of being on the road, Logan was fast asleep in his car seat. “I noticed Logan’s been attached to you recently.” His wife said, reaching her hand for his.

Their fingers intwined as he looked in the mirror at his two kids sleeping in the backseat. “He told me I’m his best friend today.” Calum smiled as he lifted her fingers to his lips, kissing her knuckles gently.

“Oh my god, that’s the cutest thing I’ve ever heard.” She placed her hand over her chest and groaned, trying not to make a scene and wake the kids up. Calum couldn’t help but laugh at her struggling to keep it all together. “Do you think it’s because Aiden is always attached to me, so Logan is attached to you?”

In all honesty, Calum had never thought of it that way, but now that she mentioned it, there was a huge chance she was right. Calum shrugged, “Maybe, but I don’t mind, he’s my best friend, too.”

In her seat, she kicked her feet and rolled her lips into her mouth. She was struggling not to scream, and Calum knew it, she was a sucker for cute moments like this. Tears started to roll down her face and Calum laughed just as she started laughing. “I love this family so damn much.” She said while wiping the tears off her face. Calum looked in the mirror one more time, he couldn’t have said it any better.

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izzyovercoffee · 5 years

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Prompt number: 19. “Yes, I admit it, you were right.” Fandom: Destiny / Destiny 2 Rating: PG? Warnings/Tags: mention of violence but nothing explicit or major, sudden violent seizures Summary: Jaq-29, Exo Hunter, gets pulled out of their jovian excursion to do recon on Earth’s moon, and has a good-bad time. Notes: So this is based off something that happened while I was playing earlier. Lets just say I beat up a giant scary Vex, picked up an exotic quest, and at that exact moment my game crashed, and then all the servers went down, and they stayed down for like 10-20 minutes and I was very much weirded out by it. Vex, man...

##. I’m gonna ask Ikora for a raise

It’d been a long time since Jaq-29 set foot on the moon.

The hurt scarred the landscape---cut deep in long, glowing wounds that continued to bleed ichor and fester under the gaze of the Earth. It was a lot like the scars the guardians all carried, the kind that never quite healed right, that never really mended back together in the way normal people might.

Granted, they all were “extraordinary.”

Set foot on the moon, kicking up gray dust under xheir boots, and Jaq didn’t feel extraordinary.

Tired, maybe.

Hard to tell, after the long shut down.

Still 29, though. Two-nine. Not three-oh.

Not yet.

Probably soon though. Was hard for Jaq to keep track. Siggy got it.

“I don’t like this,” Siggy spun about Jaq’s head in the expressive turn he often did when anxious. His mashed shell---pieced together in the parts they’d found while wandering the wilds across the system caught the faint light of old ruins and mother earth and took a sickly pale sheen to his sides.

Jaq needed to find him a better shell.

“What’s not to like?” Jaq replied, cheerful. Mouth lit up inside xheir helmet with blue, and white, and xhey twitched as a rush of static sparked down xheir spine. “The young wolves got it covered. We’re here for recon. That’s our favorite thing to do, no?”

“Well…” Siggy sounded about as enthusiastic as Jaq sounded dreadful---which was just about never. “...I guess.”

“It’ll be just like old times,” Jaq said, and walked along. “Updated maps downloaded yet?”

“Yes…” Siggy sighed, and found his way into xheir hood. “We’ve landed in the Lunar Battlegrounds.”

“We’re just poking around the old battlegrounds.” Jaq tried for soothing, but xheir vocal box took so many beatings sometimes xhey wondered if tone ever came across right. Hard to tell, with the static seizures. Fewer recently, further out and away from everyone.

Jaq liked it when xhey were alone. Just Jaq and Siggy, and the big open jovian skies.

Still, had to come back. Hard to stay away, when Ikora Rey commanded Hidden to intervene elsewhere. Put Jaq’s leave on hold, jet off Io and see the moon.

“Huh,” Jaq said, one hand reached out to the wall of a particularly harsh scar that rended the landscape in harsh, broken ground. The deep grays of the lunar soil opened up, solidified, and the rockface gave way with a gentle push to a narrow passage.

Could be nothing. Could be something.

The messy lines of activity that led to the passageway said could be something. And, judging from the way the soil was most disturbed on the surface, pushing and breaking apart evidence of old steps, Jaq guessed recent.

Hard to tell how recent. Much like Jaq’s sense of the passage of time, hard to tell what exactly was “recent” on the moon.

“Let’s go this way.”

Siggy said nothing, just waited in the crook of Jaq’s neck and shoulder, in the dip of the cloak that held tight to the collar of their chest armor.

And when the pale light of the earth and the distant sun faded, Siggy brought to life a beam to light Jaq’s way.

Time. Time was a thing others could track easily. Seconds, minutes, days. Jaq had taken so many blows. The body they inhabited broken in a fundamental way, during The Red War. Maybe even before, and the most recent war only triggered the rapid spiral.

Or it was psychosomatic. Hard to tell. Ana Bray had tried a hand, at the request of Ikora Rey, to see if one could find the source of Jaq’s repeated seizures. Scans said… scans said the exo-unit should have functioned perfectly fine.

And yet static still gathered in Jaq’s joints, and if not let out periodically in bursts of arc light, would wreak havoc on Jaq’s system. Dysfunctional, but still functioning.

Good enough for Jaq.

“I don’t like this…” Siggy whispered along their internal communique.

The narrow passage turned, sharp, to the left and then to the right, and a glow not from any of Jaq’s exposed parts, or Siggy’s lamp, illuminated the passage ground.

Siggy’s lamp shut off as they made the final turn, and the passage widened abruptly to an enormous open cavern lit aglow from within. Sharp, rectangular pillars jutted out in uneven patterns from the ground, and the light fell in harsh lines across the cavern floor.

The distant wall appeared… to hold a perfect arc of metal.

Just like the Vex gates they’d both seen on Mercury, and Nessus, and Io.

“That’s interesting,” Jaq said, and looked down. The passage dropped off at a fairly steep incline, and Jaq opted to simply leap to one of the pillars that stood nearby.

Empty. The cavern looked to be empty for some time, with the gate itself inactive---lacking the telltale glow Jaq had become so accustomed to seeing, across their traversing of the jovian moons.

“We should go,” Siggy said. “I have a bad feeling---”

And then something sparked, sharp, down Jaq’s arm. Jaq stuttered, and fell to one knee.

The portal vibrated, and something in the air crackled, then popped---sending out a blast that scattered loose lunar dust in thick clouds to clog the air and break sight.

“Jaq---move!”

Jaq dove to the right. The place where they knelt exploded in red fire. An electronic, broken crackle of a roar shattered the silence.

Fuck, Jaq thought, and brought to bear their handcannon. Shots fired met their target, but the wild curve of golden metal and glowing white fluid barely ceased its marching towards them.

And the faded image of a hundred Vex glitched, like a broken projector shifted on and began to play an old, poorly-remembered film… except it wasn’t a film. It wasn’t a recording.

The portal had come back to life---and Jaq’s handcannon was useless. Useless.

Jaq turned, and ran.

Another burst of energy exploded from the portal. Jaq’s spine lit up white hot in their pain receptors and they tumbled to the lunar soil. Siggy flew from their hood and tumbled across the dirt.

Screaming. Siggy screamed something.

Jaq threw their body to the right. An enormous metal limb slammed the ground beside them.

Run, Siggy said.

Hide, Jaq replied.

Siggy hid.

A heavy weight came over Jaq’s heart as they rolled onto their back and left to their feet. The Minotaur---strangely glowing, strangely gold, or maybe silver?---roared in the broken way the machines always did.

Jaq tossed the handcannon, and felt static gather in their arm again. Concentrated. Felt the pull of the light inside their chassis, and hurled the static at the monstrous thing.

It exploded in a bright burst of arc light.

A sea of Vex eyes all glitched, frozen… and then turned their glowing red eyes on them. The portal shuddered, gathering energy to burst again---and Jaq reached down into the cold, into the silence, and found light waiting. Arc energy burst under the seams of their chassis, consuming their limbs in white static that stretched to that all-too familiar staff between their hands.

The portal burst alive, and a monstrous construct the like of which Jaq had never seen stepped through. Horned---or were they antlers?---scraped the underbelly of the cavern’s ceiling. The many weapons of the sea of red opened fire.

Jaq danced.

That was always Jaq’s favorite part.

The way the universe responded in melody to Jaq’s body alight in arc energy muted the pain in every other part of their life. The agony, the misery, the frustration. Confusion and horror in equal tempo pulling Jaq’s thrice-broken heart-analogue in stuttered and angry skips---all righted by the arc energy that hummed within them.

And they danced across the sea. Pure arc energy dancing off their fingertips, off the baton that deflected the heat and the fire shot at them as they moved to meet the construct that roared as an amp screeched with its wires pulled.

Concentrated on a single force, Jaq found the screeching bursts of energy threatening to tear them apart now singing in answer, and fear left them.

Just as surely as Jaq tore apart the constructs center, and white spilled out in every direction. Jaq danced out of the way, felt the exhaustion pulling sharply in every direction, and tumbled face-forward into the lunar soil as the excess light left them.

All the Vex screamed, shuddered under the weight of something unseen---and dissipated into the air. The portal hissed, screeched, and powered off. Pieces of gold scattered all around Jaq, around the fallen body of the construct, and shone within arm’s reach.

Like a mind. Or piece. A part. It called to Jaq, and so Jaq reached for it.

And when their gloved palm reached the strange cubed relic, it’s like all their pain receptors lit up in sudden fury. Static burst in their joints, jolted up and down their limbs. Threatened to tear them apart, from the inside out.

Jaq screamed.

And screamed.

Until their voicebox shorted out. Until their arms popped, and one blown off at the wrist, the other at the elbow. Body shaking, seizing over the ground.

Siggy…

Sig-g-g-g-g-g-ggy… h….elp m///// e.

// POWERING DOWN . . .

Okay, Siggy. Okay.

You were right.

#writing: mine #writing: fictober19 #writing: destiny #oc: Jaq-29 #oc: Jaq 29 #oc: Jaq #I don't remember what their tag was tbh ..............#pronouns are usually xhe/xheir/xhem but simplied to they/their/them for this

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specialmindz · 6 years

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“huh?”

“Hey Snas, how you spell yo’ name? Is with an S or a Z?”

“what are you talking about?”

“Is S-N-A-S or S-N-A-Z? It sound like da’ latter, but I’s a baby, so I don’t spell good.”

“what exactly are you putting my name on?” asked Sans, eyeing the piece of paper in his brother’s hand.

“Is a flyer.”

“what’s on the flyer?”

“Letters.”

“bro-”

“Letters and a picture of you that I taked. Lookin’ fine in dat lab coat big Buther...”

“seriously pap, what are you putting my name on?”

“Is a job wanted flyer! I knows you doesn’t like working for Daddy for no monies, so I’m gonna get you a new one!”

Sans took the paper from his brother and began to read it out loud. “big-ass baby looking for work. cute butt, cute head, cute everything. has experience in being daddy’s slave-bro you’re not posting this.”

“Why not?!”

“many reasons.”

“You like being Daddy’s slave?”

“no, but if we’re starting with the obvious, this picture is inappropriate.”

“It’s yo’ butt!”

“i can see that-”

“I took the picture so they knows I’s not lying. There be a picture of your head and your feets underneath like a flippybook-”

“what is it with you and butts lately papyrus? you keep bringing them up and it’s weird!”

“Pooburty.”

“babies don’t go through puberty.”

“Oh.”

“...”

“...I needs a doctor big Buther...”

Sans ignored him and continued to read the book he was holding, crumbling the paper Papyrus had made into a ball and shoving it into his coat pocket. He had hoped the act would make his brother get the message and go away, but the baby didn’t seem to care that his hard work had been destroyed. Instead, Papyrus merely pulled out another sheet and began to scribble on it with a pen.

“Okay, how’s dis? Big-ass baby looking for work, lossa experience being Daddy’s slave. No butt stuff.”

“papyrus, no. i appreciate what you’re trying to do, but no. it sucks that i don’t get paid, but i enjoy my job, so it’s fine.”

“*Tch* Lazybones! Work not supposed to be fun!” Grumbling, the infant angrily scribbled out what he wrote and started again. “Kay’...big-ass baby looking for fun. Lossa experience being Daddy’s slave, but still needs to be punished. He’s been real bad-”

“what?”

“He’s use to abuse and likes to abuse others-”

“i’m abusive? i’m abusive because i don’t want another job?”

“He be very obee-di-ant and likes to act like animals when he play. He go ‘WOOF WOOF! ARRROOOOO!”

“gimme that freaking paper.”

“Dis be Snas’s number, call if you gots any kestions or weequests.”

“don’t put down my number.”

“No number...? Kay’, I go change it to yo’ email.”

Sans paused. “’go?’ what do you mean ‘go?’ where are you go-ING?”

“Undernet.”

“the undernet?”

“Yep!”

“you put my cell number on the undernet?”

“I putted the job thingy and yo’ cell number. Now I gots to copy dis stuff and then post da’ flyers so ERYBODY knows about you. ”

“...”

“Also I didn’t know how to spell Snas, so I put Sans kay’?”

Sans’ sockets went dark.

RING RING!

“LOOK SNAS! An employer...”

RING RING RING!”

“Isn’t you gonna answer your phone big Buther? They might has a fun job for you...”

RING RING RING!

Looking at his pocket warily, the comedian reached inside and took out his phone, looking at the number.

“*sigh*”

It’s just Dad.

“hello? hey dad, sup?”

“You know what’s ‘sup’ child...”

“nooo, can’t say that i do actually. you realize i’m in the next room right? you can just come talk to me.”

“Well yes, I suppose I COULD do that, but there’s a slight problem.”

“you’re busy?”

“I’M DETAINED!”

Sans pulled the receiver away from his head. “what?”

“SOMEONE FOUND YOUR POST ON THE UNDERNET AND NOW I’M BEING QUESTIONED BY THE ROYAL GUARD!”

“wh-heh heh ha ha ha ha ha ha!”

“IT’S NOT FUNNY SANS, THEY THINK I’M SELLING MY CHILDREN! WHY WOULD YOU PUT SOMETHING LIKE THAT ON THE WEB?”

“did you actually read the post or...?”

“OF COURSE NO-it was your brother wasn’t it?”

“NYEH HEE HEE HEE HEE!”

“Put that little shit on the phone.”

“alrighty,” turning around, Sans held out his cell phone to his little brother who grabbed it with both hands.

“Hellwoe? What you want?”

“TAKE THAT POST DOWN RIGHT NOW PAPYRUS!”

“Nyeh? Papyrus? I’s not Papyrus, dis be da’ pizza shop...”

“PAPYRUS!”

“We gots da’ cheesy pizza, da’ peppy-roni pizza, and we gots pizza with widdle fishies on them. They look like dis,” Papyrus widened his eyes and opened his mouth, imitating a dead anchovy.

“heh heh heh...”

“You want dat pizza? Is good...”

“I WANT YOU TO TAKE DOWN THAT POST!”

“What post?”

“YOU KNOW WHAT POST!”

“No I doesn’t. Look sir, if you doesn’t want a pizza, don’t call here kay’? Cause’ dis be the pizza pace.”

BEEP!

Papyrus hung up.

“I think he bought it big Buther...”

“...why?”

BE-CUN!

“PAPYRUS GET THAT GODDAMN POST OFF THE UNDERNET!!!” screamed Gaster from the intercom.

“uh. oh! heh heh heh!”

“Uh oh Snas!”

“what are you gonna do bro?”

“There’s only one thing to do,” said the baby bones reaching into his toy chest. “I gots to run away.” He pulled out a little plastic Mickey Mouse purse he had found at the Dump and began stuffing it with crayons.

“you’re gonna run away...?”

“Yep, but don’t worry Snas, though fate tears us apart dis day, I’s certain we shall meet again!”

“heh heh ha ha ha! where you gonna go bro? you gonna go live with flowey?”

He’s been gone an awful long time...maybe he’s really NOT coming back...

“No, baby already tried that,” said Papyrus thinking back to last week.

“NO. No no no no, you get the HELL out of here-”

“Hellwoe Dirt-butt! I’s come to visit you! Nyeh heh heh!”

“Did you not hear me? GT...FO.”

“Why you staring at da’ ground Dirt-butt? Didja lose something?”

“YEAH I LOST PEACE AND QUIET! WHAT PART OF ‘LEAVE’ DON’T YOU UNDERSTAND?”

Continuing to ignore the plant, Papyrus crawled around and patted the ground with a smile.

“What are you doing?”

“What’s it look like I’s doing?”

“Not leaving.”

“I’s looking for the quiet...”

“...”

“I know it be around here somewhere, don’t chu worry. The Gweat Papyrus gonna find it real good-”

“I know you’re not stupid Papyrus,” said Flowey frowning. “You may have everyone ELSE fooled, but I KNOW better-”

“SHHH! You’ll scare away da’ quiet Dirt-butt!”

“Knock it off.”

“What the quiet look like? Is it small? Like, really REALLY small?”

“Yeah it’s small, SMALL LIKE YOUR BR-” the plant stopped short. ”You know what? Forget it,” he said, smiling slyly. “Forget looking for the quiet. We’ll make our OWN quiet, how’s that sound?”

The infant’s eyes immediately lit up. “Ooooh! We doing da’ arts and crafts?”

He loved arts and crafts, but Flowey NEVER joined in with him and Sans. He instead preferred to watch from the air vent whilst occasionally shouting down insults centered around their creations.

Not that it bothered Papyrus per say.

Flowey was obviously just upset that he couldn’t use the glue without getting his petals and/or roots stuck together, which would’ve been sad if he didn’t handle it in such a pathetic manner like all his other problems.

“No, we’re gonna play a game. The QUIET game...”

“Ki-et game...?” Papyrus looked disappointed.

“Yep, the quiet game; it’s where we sit still and make no noise whatsoever. Whoever talks first loses, okay?”

“Kay’.”

“...”

“...We’s playing right now?”

“Yeah, isn’t this fun?”

“Yep! I really like sitting around in a field doing nothing like an asshole!”

“YOU CAN LEAVE!”

“No really; doing nothing is a baby’s favorite thing to do, cause’ we doesn’t know how to be pro-duc-tive members of so-ci-et-y...” said Papyrus before lazily rolling onto his back and sticking his foot in his mouth.

“...”

“Also I can’t leave until I beats you in round two, then I’ll be da’ game master!”

Flowey snorted. “You didn’t beat me in round one, so how do you suppose you’re going to do that?” he asked, placing his leaves where his hips would be.

“Easily,” replied the infant. “And I did too beat you. You’s just a sore loser, like always.”

“I AM NOT!”

“Perhaps you should get on baby’s level Dirt-butt?”

“I DIDN’T LOSE! All i did was tell you that the game started and that doesn’t count!”

“Git good scrub flower, nyeh heh heh!”

“Whatever. Even if I DID lose, YOU’RE being a sore winner!” said Flowey turning away.

This made Papyrus sit up and scratch his skull in confusion. “...Dat don’t make sense dough. How can baby be sore if baby won? You’s making stuff up-”

“NO I’M NOT!”

“You wants an apo-lo-gy?”

“YES!!”

“Kay’.”

“...”

“...Well?”

“I’m sorry you suck.”

“GET OUT OF MY FIELD!!”

“...And dat’s what happened.”

“what?”

“What?”

RING RING!

“...You want some pizza Snas?”

“go take down that post,” said Sans turning off his phone.

“If I takes it down will you pay wit me?”

“uhh...” he looked at his book and then back at Papyrus. He was in the middle of it, nowhere near the end, but he doubted he’d get much studying done if Gaster managed to convince the guards to step aside.

Dad and Pap will be at each other’s throats all day if the guards leave, and dogs don’t have the greatest attention span to begin with...

“uhhh, yeah sure, i suppose i could spend some time with ya’ if you want...depends on what we’re playing though.”

I’m not playing Hide and Seek with this cheater again, THAT’S for sure. Last time he used the security cameras to find me, the little brat.

“We pay House!”

“heh heh heh, house huh? and lemme guess, you wanna be the baby right?”

Papyrus ignored him and crawled back to his toy box shifting loudly through the multitude of broken toys.

“whatcha’ looking for baby bro?”

“Nyeh heh heh!” the infant laughed happily as he raised a fairly large stick in the air triumphantly, his brother watching him in confusion.

Why does he have a stick in his toy box?

CLACK CLACK CLACK!

Hobbling around on the stick, Papyrus grabbed a clipboard with one tiny hand and looked at it disapprovingly. “Wrong, wrong, wrong. Dis be all wrong. Don’t chu know anything besides food? You went to doctor school didn’t you? Sometimes I thinks you’s just here to clean out da’ vending machines...”

“wh-what?”

“Where da’ patient at? You didn’t eat them did you? You know we need those things for monies-”

“what the hell is your problem?”

“Well I gots a whale in my staff room, so PETA’s bound to give me a call sooner or later, other than that though it’s just my leg...oh, and the fact that you suck at yo’ job.”

“your...leg hurts...?”

What?

“The patient OB-VI-OUS-LY gots da’ heatstroke, so we needs to put them in the feezer or they no get better. I doesn’t know why you thought it be a good idea to put em’ in a hospital bed.”

“put em’ in the freezer huh? heh, iii don’t think that’s a good idea lil’ bro.”

“I stopped paying you to think when I re-ah-lized you’s bad at it. Now you follow orders. INTO DA’ FEEZER!” exclaimed the baby pointing to the ceiling dramatically. He then dropped the clipboard and plopped down on the floor, waiting for his older brother to respond.

“okayyy...?”

Papyrus stared right through him and waited silently; a smile plastered on his face. Apparently he had no intention of giving Sans any more instruction, despite never mentioning where, or more importantly, who the patient was supposed to be.

Am I supposed to go find one of his dolls or something?

Knowing his brother, that probably wasn’t the case, but Sans went to the toy box anyway in hopes that the baby Horror would be as happy with a non-living patient as he would a live one.

He was immediately stopped in his tracks.

“Where you going Dr. Snas? We gots to save the patient or they’s gonna die! Leave the toys alone, those be for sick babies...”

“where do i go then pap? where’s the sick guy?”

“Nyeh?” Papyrus looked around. “*GASP!* SNAS!”

“what?”

“THE PATIENT’S ASCAPED!”

“they escaped huh? and why would anyone wanna escape a hospital? that’s where people get healthy bro!”

“They must be hippies Snas!”

“really pap?”

“Quick! We gots to catch em’ before they go online and convince peoples to use natural home re-me-dies and herbs instead of medicines!”

“herbs ARE medicine.”

“...”

“...what?”

“You’s fired.”

“i’m fired...?”

“You’s fired. I can’t and won’t have druggies working under my stupervision. No wonder you’s bad at yo’ job!”

“i’m not a hippie, and that’s very offensive.”

“I doesn’t wanna hear your excuses. Have your desk cweened out by dis afternoon,” said Papyrus. He crawled away, exiting the lab door that led to Waterfall, and leaving his older sibling alone. He was sad that he couldn’t have Sans be his employee anymore, but at least Undyne had gotten home from daycare by now; he could play House with her. She wasn’t very smart, but at least she wasn’t a drug user...

His brother could be REALLY disappointing sometimes.

“psh, whatever,” muttered Sans picking up his book. “i didn’t wanna play with you any-”

Wait a minute.

“PAPYRUS TAKE DOWN THAT POST!!”

“NYEH!”

PUMP!

Papyrus kicked the glass door to the lab with his foot and continued on angrily.

Go munch a tree, hippie baby.

The artist contacted me before making the image, so I know who they are this time. The artist’s name is Rammorn, also known as Passing_Note on AO3.

#Fonttale #fonttale au #undertale #undertale au #undertale fanfiction #papyrus #baby papyrus #sans #kid sans #gaster #house md

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Jealousy

Marvel (The Defenders) One Shot

Pairing: Reader x Frank Castle

Other Characters: Franklin “Foggy” Nelson

Warnings: alcohol consumption, fighting, swearing, violence

Request: @fire--pheonix “I was wondering if you could write a frank castle x reader where they are together and reader is childhood friends with foggy and then when frank sees them together at a bar even though it's just a friendly thing, frank misunderstands and they have an argument. But then reader gets in a sticky situation with either one of Frank's enemy's or like a mugger or smth and frank saves her and ends happily”

Word Count: 1,383

A/N: first frank castle one shot, i hope it’s okay!! this is kinda set before frank goes all vigilante and stuff. also reminder to everyone else that one shots are still closed, this is just part of my giveaway prizes!!

please reblog/leave comments, they’re very much appreciated!!

Your name: submit What is this?

“Holy crap,” a familiar voice chimed out behind you. “y/n?”

You turned around, a smile lighting up your face as you instantly recognized Foggy. He readjusted the bag strap on his shoulder before opening his arms up and exclaiming, “Well come over here!”

Laughing, you threw your arms around him in a hug as you gushed, “Oh, Foggy, I’ve missed you so much!”

You and Foggy had been best friends since primary school. Your families only lived one block away from each other, so the two of you were often hanging out and playing silly games. The two of you remained friends all through high school, but you were eventually separated when Foggy remained in New York to attend Columbia, and you attended a university in DC. While the two of you kept in touch at first, you eventually drifted apart, becoming absorbed within your own lives. Even when you moved back to New York a few years later, the idea of reaching out to Foggy kept slipping your mind.

“How long have you been back?” Foggy asked, and you gave him a sheepish smile.

“A little over a year.” you admitted, and Foggy’s mouth dropped open. While you were back in New York, you had managed to get a job, and you had started dating someone.

“How have you been back for a year and we’ve not hung out in all that time?” Foggy gasped dramatically, and you laughed. Clapping his hands together, he declared, “Alright, we’re going out for drinks right now. We have got a lot to catch up on.”

You hesitated to respond, before nodding. “Alright, lead the way then!”

“Did you have plans for tonight?” Foggy asked, picking up on your hesitation, and you shook your head.

“I’ll just tell my boyfriend I’ll be home late.” you shrugged, and Foggy wiggled his eyebrows.

“Ooh, a boyfriend?” Foggy teased. “What’s his name?”

A smile floated onto your face. “Frank.”

You almost fell off the bar stool from laughing so hard as Foggy told you a story from his Columbia days. He had just told you about his best friend, Matt, and was telling you about all the mischief they had gotten into.

“Oh my God, Foggy.” you gasped. “I knew you could be a troublemaker, but that’s crazy!”

Shaking his head and laughing, Foggy said, “So tell me more about this Frank guy. Did you meet him in DC?”

“No, actually,” you set down your beer bottle. “We met in New York, like, a few months after I had moved back.”

“Is he nice?” Foggy asked, and you smiled at him. You knew you could always trust Foggy to have your back.

“Yeah.” you nodded, feeling slightly flushed upon thinking about him. “I really like him.”

“Well, I’m happy for you.” Foggy grinned, lifting up his glass. You grinned as you lifted your glass and clinked it against his as he cheered, “Welcome back to New York, y/n.”

You were about to thank Foggy when someone cleared their voice behind you, and you spun around, shocked to see Frank standing there. His expression was somewhat closed as his eyes flickered between you and Foggy.

“Hey, buddy, they’re not interested.” Foggy became defensive, completely unaware of who Frank was.

“Foggy, this is Frank.” you awkwardly introduced, and Foggy’s eyes widened as he chuckled nervously. “Frank, this is Foggy. He was my best friend growing up.”

Frank sniffed, clearly unconvinced, and you frowned. “What are you doing here, anyway?”

“Well, when you texted me that you were going to be home late, I assumed it was because of work.” Frank replied, his voice low. “I was walking over to your office to surprise you, so imagine my surprise when I see you in this bar instead.”

You could sense the hostility in Frank’s tone, and you warily looked back at Foggy, who looked increasingly uncomfortable.

“Look, can we not do this now?” you asked your voice low, and Frank scoffed. “I’m just trying to catch up with my friend.”

“Right.” Frank nodded sarcastically. “Don’t let me interrupt.”

He stormed off, and you stared at him, helpless. You looked at Foggy, who had his lips pressed together in a straight line.

“He seems…” Foggy started. “Interesting.”

His comment was met with silence, before Foggy shook his head. “Go on, then.”

Grabbing your stuff and fishing some cash out of your wallet, you apologized, “I am so sorry, Foggy.”

“We’ll catch up another time.” Foggy suggested, and you smiled at his optimism before rushing after Frank.

“I can’t believe you!” you exclaimed, storming over to where Frank was sitting on the couch, watching TV. “What, I can’t just have a night out with a friend?”

“Why didn’t you just tell me?” Frank angrily shut off the TV and glared at you. “How was I supposed to know that Fog dude was your friend, and not someone you’re cheating on me with!”

“His name is Foggy, first of all,” you corrected, and Frank rolled his eyes as you continued. “And I didn’t think it would be such a big deal!”

“So you and Foggy are just friends, huh?” Frank asked, unconvinced. “Seemed like the two of you were having a great time.”

“You know, your jealousy can be a real pain in the ass sometimes.” you hissed, and Frank shook his head. He was about to yell something in retaliation before you interjected, “I’m not in the mood to deal with your bullshit tonight.”

Before Frank could stop you, you grabbed your coat and keys and headed out. Storming after you, Frank yelled, “It’s past midnight and you’re going out alone?”

“Beats being with you right now!” you retorted, slamming the apartment door behind you shut.

You pulled your coat tighter around your body as you stomped down the dimly lit street. Only a few convenience stores were open, and there were a few strangers moping around. You had no idea where you were going, but you just needed to get some air and clear your head.

You turned down on corner, and stopped dead in your tracks when you realised it let to a dead end. You turned around to walk somewhere else, when you noticed there was someone behind you.

“Excuse me.” you said, attempting to be assertive as the uneasy feeling in your chest grew. The man didn’t move, and you raised your voice. “Excuse me, sir-”

The man suddenly produced a knife from his pocket, and you stumbled backwards as he held it up to your chin. “Give me your wallet.”

“I… I…” you stammered, unable to form words. “I don’t have it-”

The man suddenly lunged at you, roughly shoving you against the wall and running his hands up and down your coat, trying to find something to take from you. You tried to shove him away, but he held the knife to your throat, and you gulped. You feared the worst when someone suddenly pulled the mugger away, punching him across the face and knocking him unconscious. The mugger fell to the ground as the man picked up his knife and threw it into the nearby dumpster bin. You were about to run away when the man stepped into the light, and you realised it was Frank.

“Oh, Frank.” you breathed out a sigh of relief, throwing your arms around him.

“Are you okay?” Frank asked, cupping your face in his hands as he looked you up and down. You nodded shakily, and Frank pulled you towards him again as he whispered, “Don’t ever go storming off like that again.”

“Were you following me?” you asked.

“Of course I was.” Frank responded. “Because first of all, you shouldn’t be walking alone at night. And secondly, I’d never forgive myself if I let something happen to you.”

He pulled away slightly, kissing your forehead as he continued, “I love you, okay? I don’t want to lose you.”

“I’m sorry for calling you a pain in the ass.” you blurted, your voice muffled into his chest, and Frank chuckled.

“I shouldn’t have made assumptions about you and Fog. I’m sorry for jumping to conclusions.” Frank replied, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

“Jesus, Frank, It’s Foggy.” you corrected him again, and Frank snorted. “But apology accepted.”

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