A Bad Time @mossygardenstone - Tumblr Blog

u know what, even if my writing isnt the BEST, i still made it all on my own. like there was a blank word doc and i filled it up with my own words, my own story. i took what was in my head and i made it a real thing. idk i feel like that alone is something to be proud of.

Hi !

How are you doing ? ^^

Can I request something angsty but maybe (if possible) with an happy ending for whoever you want ?

My idea was that their crush has hanahaki (because they think they don't love them)

I'm sorry, I don't really know how to explain the idea clearly ^^"

I hope you will have a nice day ! :3

I can totally do that for you! :3 I'll write for Red because that's my boy =w= But if you want someone else, feel free to request again! Hope I did it right! ;w;/ I may have gone overboard ;; Reader x Redd - with Hanahaki TW: Medical stuff, illness things, hospitals, angst, no proof reading oops, and swearing You plucked away a last petal from your shoulder, as you returned your gaze to the mirror, looking yourself over for a moment. Of all the people for you to fall for, it had to be him. When the monsters started to come from the underground, you never thought you'd be friends with them, let alone had fallen so head over heels for one of them. But something about this bone boy really got to you. Despite the rough and tough personality he put up, you could see who he was truly. But that's why you knew they wouldn't be interested in you. How could a monster be in love with a human? You looked your face over for a moment more in the mirror, your hands gripping the sink tightly. Once you felt that you had gathered yourself enough to be around others, you sighed and pushed off the sink, giving the mirror a last glance on your way out the bathroom door. Once you entered the living room, a pair of sockets shifted to look at you, as Red's constant smile seemed to grow more at your sight. "Was starting to worry ya fell in the toilet." He teased, his sockets shifting back to the video game he was play, that you had brought over to play with him. You simply forced a smile, that you wore well to block out any prying questions about how you had been, despite the fact your features has slowly worsen over time. Your body finally giving way to display how sickly you had been feeling as of late. You gave the other a soft chuckle and shifted to sit back in your spot next to him in the floor. "Where's your brother?" You asked, peeking over your shoulder, where the taller skeleton monster had been when you left. But it simply earned a shrug from Red, not even looking up from his game. "Didn't ask, he just said he had ta go." He gave a chuckle and shifted a socket to you again. "You know how he gets." You returned a chuckle, the smile you forced felt as constant as the skeletons smile. But you think your cheek muscles were making you have less of an advantage in that department. Your face hurt from smiling. Your body hurt from breath. And being around him just made it worse, you could feel your body react the second you're around him. It felt like you were dying slowly next to him, but that was okay. At least it would be next to him. Lost in your thought, your vision blurred, not even hearing Red as he starts to talk about the game. Your frame wobbled softly in it's spot as the room danced around you, just to swirl into a never ending blackness. You felt your lungs failing yourself, but now you could hear him, because he was much closer now. Your eyes weakly trailed up, to see his bone fingers gripping your shoulder tightly, but you couldn't feel his touch. Your eyes continued up to meet the sockets of the other, his yelling seemed muffled by the fog in your head, he look frustrated, his sockets narrowed at you, his eyelights reduced to pin pricks. But that expression changed once your eyes finally met his, you could see his frustration leave like a flash, the second he locked eyes with your dull ones. He was sweating now, his eyelights gone, leaving his deep sockets staring blankly at you. His worry was quickly amped as your eyes finally fluttered shut and you toppled over in the floor beside him. He gasped now, scrambling to your side and stroking a boney hand across your face, calling out your name, but getting no answer. You awake later, to the sounds of beeps, and the uncomfortable feeling of a cold, sterile room closing in around you. You blink groggily as you try to sit up, but your body refused to let you do more than softly shift around. But you soon stopped your movement, hearing a familiar voice in the next room. It was Alphys, and another more loud voice you also recognized as Sans. You stopped shifting so

you could listen to them in the other room, they seemed upset. But you thought you'd pass out again when you heard Alphys mention a word far too familiar for you. Hanahaki Disease. You knew you had it, you knew that's what was happening to you, it's an easy search. But no one else did, not them, not your friends, not a soul but you knew this. You could feel tears prick your eyes, as you heard Alphys explain it to Sans, your body shaking hoping he wouldn't catch on. But another voice rang out, this time from the room you were in. It was Papyrus, you hadn't even noticed he had been sitting in a chair on the other side of the room, arms folded over his uniform. "Alphys, Sans, they're awake." He barked almost as a command, and they funneled into the room as though it was one, locking eyes with you. Alphys went to spoke, but before she could even attempt to speak, Red's hulking frame was stomping toward you. "Why didn't ya tell me? D... Did ya not know? That's it right?" His tone sounded pleading, like he wanted more than anything for you to not known you were dying, than to not have told him, to hide something like this. You shifted your teary eyes away from him, you knew the longer you stared at him, the more they would fall. "I knew." You finally spoke after a while, making him stare in stunned silence, before his sockets screwed up in anger again. "Why the hell didn't ya tell us? Or at least me?" He sputtered out, his hands waving as he spoke. But when you didn't answer he simply let out a grumble and moved closer to your bed side. "Then tell me at least..." He started, causing you to look at him out of the side of your eye. He hung his head for a moment, thinking over everything he had learned today, before raising his head with a snap "Who the fuck is it then? Who are ya so in love with that it's doing this to ya?" He was shaking at this point, and he didn't know if it was anger, or fear. "And why the hell don't they love ya back?" His voice cracked at those words, and hearing it sent you over the edge as well, tears rolling down your face now, your body trembling to keep from letting out shaky sobs. "Because.." You started for a moment, bringing your hand up to wipe your eyes, the IV in your arm feeling weird as it moved. "I haven't told them." This caused Red to stare blankly, and finally shut up for a moment. Giving Alphys the perfect moment to finally speak. "But Y/N, you will die if you don't tell them soon. Or get the surgery." You winced and tried to choke back another sob. "I don't want the surgery. I know what comes with it... I rather be like this than lose my feelings for them." You said blankly, Alphys looking from you to Sans again. Who was now angered again, hands balled into a fist. "Then tell them! I'm sure they're going to love ya back. They have'ta!" he spat, shaking his skull. You couldn't reply at first, you just softly sobbed to yourself, before taking a deep breath and collecting yourself. "It wont matter if I tell them. They wont feel the same." You weak mutters just fueling his anger more, as he finally had enough, he closed the rest of the space between you both, gripping the bed rails. Alphys reached out to stop him, but simply let him get it out, noticing Papyrus keeping a close eye on him. "Why the hell wouldn't they? Ya great! I should know, I spend almost every day with you!" Alphys blinked and looked at him for a moment. "Sans.. You've been around them a lot lately right?" Sans snapped his head to look at her. "It's what I just said, innit?" Alphys shifted her gaze to you again. "When you met them.... Did they look this sick?" You winced, you knew she had figured it out. Red was staring at you now, you could feel it, his sockets scanned you, before turning back to Alphys. "N...No, I don't think they did.. They had a lot more colla to them." Alphis nodded and looked to again, Red's gaze trailing back to you, his boney fingers still wrapped around the bars of your bed. "Is it a monster? Is that why ya don't think they will like ya? Y/N, monsters fall for humans all the time, you

really-" Sans was cut off by the bellowing of his older brother, causing all three of them to jump and instantly give him their attention. "Sans, you absolute moron." Sans gulped nervously, loosing his grip on the bed, as his brother continued. "It's you they like, how can you be so dense? I saw this ages ago" His eyelights rolled in his skull, as though he had just made another pun. Sans just stared at him, jaw slack, his large frame rumbled from the laughter he let out. "Come on Boss, it's a good joke, but this is serious." He shifted his skull back to look at you. "There's no way someone like them-" He stopped, your eyes were wide, and you face was flushed, and he realized just how pale you've gotten from this sickness. He blinked softly for a moment before letting out a panicked grunt, leaning over the bars, a foot from your face. "Yer fucking joking? T..." His skull flushed a bright cherry candy red, his eyelight finally appearing again for the first time since you passed out, they seemed to vibrate softly, flickering as they scanned you. You couldn't stand to look at him anymore, you felt destroyed, you were going to get rejected in front of everyone and slowly rot away. But instead you were surprised when you felt him clambering over the rails, into the bed with you, spooking both you and Alphys "S.Sans! Careful with them-" She blubbered as he managed to nestle his large frame, mostly sitting on the railing. His grin was larger than you've ever seen, his eyelights looked almost like they had turned heart shaped, and he was giggling like a dork. You scanned him, as you scooted in your bed to make space for the large skeleton monster. "Yer as big of a moron as me I guess, because I liked ya for a while too." He finally, said with another giggle. Your eyes went wide, and you suddenly felt dizzy, actually too dizzy, the room spun as you put a hand to your forehead, leaning back with a huff. Sans jumped again, trying to back away to give you space. "Fuck! Sorry uh.." Sans muttered, and Alphys simply snickered and walked over to the free side of the bed that didn't have a bone boy perched on it. Softly fanning you with her clipboard. "It's okay Sans, it's the blood flow coming back to them. They shouldn't be showing anymore signs of the illness in the next 24 hours." Sans beamed at you, watching the color come back to your face slowly. "Guess I'm ya new medication hun. Take as needed." He snicked and slumped into the bed beside you, pulling you to his lap. You sunk into his large frame like a bean bag. You had no idea how it happened, but you were fine with the out come. "Dork.." You muttered as you snuggled into his chest.

#x reader #underfell sans x reader #sans x reader #sans x y/n #underfell #underfell sans #undertale imagines #hanahaki disease #undertale #sans

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Self insert OC one shot - Based on a RP - Sally Face

Notes: Just a little one shot for an OC of mine I wrote for fun!

Warnings: Smoking, blood, violence mention

When he had confirmed it was in fact new, he let out a sigh and took a long drag from his cigarette again before putting it out on the bottom of his boot. He pulled off his vest, that made a clattering noise as it hit the floor.

The world started to fully come back around the bloody boy, as he pulled his shirt off as well, balling part of it up and putting it to his bleeding nose. He could have swore he got it to stop finally.

The dull roaring of a crowd finally hit his ears, that rained over the faint sound of music in the distance, he had all but tuned out. And as the world and its dagger like ambiance flooded his senses harshly, it was amped up for a moment as the door swung open. "Dude, hurry up, you guys are live in 5 minutes-" the tall male stopped finally after bursting through the dressing room door and stared at the other, shirtless, bloodied, and more dazed looking than usual. "Holy shit, are you good?" He was quickly on the other male, pulling his shirt from his face to see the other completely. His eye was blackened, his bottom lip was split, and his nose was most likely broken. And yet, he smiled tiredly at the taller male, pulling the shirt from the male to once again wipe the blood from his nose, before moving to wipe the blood from his knuckles, before tossing the shirt to the side. "S'all good, just a little fight earlier is all." Larry's eyes scanned the smaller male, brows knitting in concern. Before he finally relaxed some, and raised a hand to brush a strand of hair from the dried blood on the others face. "You're a nightmare, are you able to still go on?"

Chanting and cheering could be heard loudly by now, and Rebel just smiled, as he turned to pick back up his vest, putting it over his bare chest, giving a half assed zip to the front of it, to at least cover his happy trail covered stomach, before shaking out his long hair. "Of course dude, I'm fine." He chuckled out and patted Larry's back and grinned up at him with snaggle teeth as they headed from the dressing room, the crowd growing louder as they do. Larry eyed the boy nervously but still followed besides him.

Sal x Travis One Shot

Notes: AU where Travis and Sal are together and try to overtake the Cult from the inside. Min proof reading sorry ;;

Warnings: Depersonalization

Travis stared into the mirror, the reflection staring back looked alien, unfamiliar, and wrong. The pastor outfit clung tightly to the form he hardly knew who belonged to anymore, as he adjusted the cuffs softly over his wrists, trying to meet the black fabric with the crisp white fabric of his gloves.

He ran a hand through his dulling hair, cursing this form for looking so strange and off putting, but before his mind could trail off to darker places a soft and familiar voice shooed the dark clouds in his mind. He glanced up into the mirror again, catching a glimpse of the shade of blue he loved so much. There he met the dark eyes of Sals mask. He could feel his very soul still at the sight of him, in his most casual of clothes, unable to follow him to the hell he had to go through that day.

Sal put a hand on his waist, causing Travis' body to tense instinctively. "You look really nice, Trav." The taller male lisped gently in his ear, causing his stomach to do a flip. He tried to bite back the venom that always found its way into his words when he was flustered or scared, but even now he could still hear it. "Absolutely not, I look so.. weird." He hissed out, scrunching his face in the mirror at his own reflection. "Weird" was the best he could manager to use to describe the feeling of never knowing if your body is your own everyday. But his mind haze was once again brushed away, this time, by the thing he had grown to love more than air. The touch of the taller male, as he slide both of his arms around his waist now, resting his face to his shoulder in a way he could use it to scoot the prosthetic from his face enough to plant a kiss on his shoulder without removing it. "I think you look stunning" his voice felt like silk against his hot skin, subsiding any defensive anger he once felt. He let out a soft hum and rested his head against the other males. "You hardly count, you always think I do." He started and rolled his eyed to himself for a moment before he continued, "and my dad-"

Travis was cut off by a soft squeeze around his waist and a more stern voice in his ear "means nothing when it comes to how you live your life." He used the tightened grip to pull the smaller male as close to his body as he could. "And that also means on how you look."

Travis scanned himself, then his lover in the mirror, he could see the sparkle of tears hinting in the corner of his dark eyes. But the bigger male wouldn't know, he was too busy, leaving tender kisses on his neck and shoulder, worshipping him, like he never thought he would. A smile finally slipped across his dry lips as he reached down and removed the others arms, and turned his back to the mirror who held a stranger, and turned his attention to his masked lover and looked into his eyes, finally able to see them glint softly behind his prosthetic.

Travis lifted his hands up and unhooked his prosthetic, pulling it off and holding it between the two of them. Sal said he was okay with him seeing his face, but he doesn't know if he only says that for his sake or not. But every time he winces a little longer than he thinks he would.

Travis looked from the boys eyes, to his scared lips, before pressing his own lips to them, kissing him for a moment. He thought back to all those years ago where he would hate himself at the very thought of what he was doing. But now, he never felt as free as he did when he kissed Sal.

When he pulled away, Sal smiled at him, a smile that he was lucky enough to see, something that made him feel much more important and special than anything else in his life. Something he would protect with his life. And if something simple as keeping up the church's appearance after all this chaos, he would do it with pride.

#sally face #travis phelps #Sal x Travis #fanfic #sally face fanfiction #Sal fisher

I didn't expect so much love on my Sally Face x Reader! I actually wrote that based off a lot of personal stuff and to see people care so much makes me so happy! Thank you all ~

Run Away With Us

Sal and Larry x reader hurt/comfort one shot

TW: Abusive parents, panic attack, angst, crappy writing

Relationships: Platonic with hints at a crush on Larry

Wanted to do a little fanfic for my feels after being inspired by this playlist! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5FGOuYP0x88 _____________________________________________________________ You tapped your pencil anxiously on your desk, watching the clock. You could never understand how you were so ready to leave, but not to go home. School was awful, but home.. Was even worse. You don't know what you even wanted anymore, and it tears you apart inside. But there was someone noticed the taps, two someones actually. Two classmates on either side of the room, ever since the teacher separated them. Both of them were your friends, and both were very much trouble, well mostly the tall one. The shorter blue haired boy was still trouble, but the kinda of trouble that you just know he didn't bring on himself. But they were your friends, and they you loved them, even with all the weird stories they told you about their "ghost hunting". Ghosts you believed, but cults? Demons? It all seemed too far fetched to truly believe, but you supported them. You listened to their stories all night over the phone, and wished more than anything, that you could go with them. To call your parents protective, would be a offensive at this point. They smothered you, painfully so, and your relationship with them, was rocky, on the good days. The thoughts of home and the tense there, swirled dangerously in your mind, as you watch the clock. It wasn't even lunch, but you were worried about going home already, and your pencil showed this, when it wasn't tapping, thanks to the dirty looks you got, it was between your teeth, taking the brunt of your emotions.

Sal was the first to notice this, as Larry was too busy doodling. Once the teacher turned to the board scratching the assignment loudly, Sal lobbed a paper ball across the room at the taller teen, nailing him in the head and making it nestle into his long and greasy hair. The teen looked up with a start, remembering the world outside of his little doodle page. He picked the paper ball from his head, and read it, knowing Sal's hand writing right away, and peaked at the other, before he read: "Are they alright today?" Larry looked from the paper, to Sal, who nodded toward you. You had already laid your head down to keep from snapping the pencil in your teeth, taking to staring at the desk in the darkness your arms created around your head. Larry looked at you, furrowing his brow, then looked to Sal again, who gave a soft head tilt as Larry turned back to his paper, flipping a page, and quietly ripping it out, scribbling, and yeeting it to Sal at the earliest possibility. By now, you could hear them, you know the sound of paper balls smashing the two boys in the face from a mile away, but you didn't lift your head, simply looked at through the little crack in your arm where you could see Sal's desk and hands moving to read a new note. But you were too anxious to really think of anything else, other than they were plotting a hunt or a smoke sesh after school, so you shut your eye's again.

Sal folded out the note, smoothing it with his large hands, wondering why Larry always had to crumble it to death like that, the pencil was smudged and the wrinkles were over the top, but he still could read it, he had learned to read Lar's awful hand writing ages ago, a skill you had yet to pick up. Once he straightened the paper out, and read the very simple, and unnecessarily small text of "ditch x3?" Sal lifted his head and looked at Lar, you, the clock, and then back to Lar, tapping his wrist like it had a watch and gave a shrug, to ask him “when”. Larry smirked and leaned back into his chair some, looking up to the teacher, she had long fell asleep at her desk after writing the pages to read on the board, she pretended she was simply reading her own book, but the faint snore wasn't missed. The other kids had either gone to sleep too, or was fucking off more than them. Lar gave a glance back to Sal and his smirk turned into a shit eating grin, as he mouthed "Now." to the other teen, and nodded toward the window next to Sal. Sal's eyes widened behind his mask, they usually would ditch between classes, not DURING them. But he worried for you, he knew you wouldn't tell them about your home anymore, last time, Larry and you argued. It was like you didn't know what they did to you was abuse, or if you did, you didn't want to hear it. So you started to clam up about it, despite Larry prying till you both fought again. You two were often compared to a married couple, you bickered over things, but everyone figured it was cause you both we're just as stubborn as the other. Sal came back from his thoughts, glancing from Larry to the window. Larry still smiling, leaning forward again, motioning his hand to open the window, trying to encourage the bad deeds.

Sal was a bit panicked at the idea, but caved, turning to the window next to him, and leaned over his desk to very softly push on it, begging it to be silent. It slid up with a little pop of air coming through, which caught the attention of a few people, including you, but thankfully, not the teacher, who just snored louder. Sal put a finger to his mask as the class looked at him. Some rolled their eyes, others snickered softly, but they all went back to their lives, but not you, you popped your head up and looked at him, with questioning eyes, before turning to Larry and raising a brow. Larry was practically out of his chair already, his stuff gathered to his side as Sal very anxiously slipped the window up enough to fit a person. You turned you attention to the window again, seeing Sal's things kicked toward the window as well, and gave a chuckle, along with a couple other students that were gawking, but you had to stop yourself from making a noise as a paper ball smacked the back of your head. You rolled your eyes before grabbing it and laying it out flat, squinting at the shitty hand writing on the mangled paper. "come with?" read the small text with a little ghost drawn other it.

Your eyes searched it frantically, looking for the joke, but when you whipped your head up to look to Larry, he was standing above you, bag over his shoulder, waiting for your answer right next to you. You wanted to speak but you didn't even know what to say if you were going to. Larry simply gave a breathy chuckle and mouthed "scared?" at you. Your eyes narrowed at him, a challenge? Fuck it then. You stuffed your stuff in your bag as fast as you could while being quiet, and slung it over your shoulder and joined Sal next to the window, with Larry not far behind you. But you could feel eyes on you, eyes filled with anger, and not "what are these chuckle fucks doing now?" like the others, you looked up to see Travis, the local homophobic homo. Once your eyes met, he glared daggers at you, and whipped his head around, looking toward the teacher. Larry's half lidded eyes widened, and his head went back a little in shock. Sal had gathered his bag and swung a leg out the window, and before he could fully hop out, he heard the boys voice ring out loudly. "They're skipping class again!" he screamed, his voice cracking, causing students to snicker, as the teacher woke with a start.

"Aw, shit, fucking Travis." Larry grumbled out, and turned to the window, where Sal had already hopped out and waited, but you were stuck stunned as the teacher rose from their desk and looked at you both. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING, GET IN YOUR SEATS!" Larry snagged your arm, giving a soft shake and leaned down to you. "Come on, we gotta go now, or not at all." He said in your ear, before ducking his lanky limbs out the window and rolling out next to Sal with a laugh. Both looked up at you, the teacher closing in on you. "Back in your seat!" She screamed as she moved closer, reaching for you. Sal took a couple steps back, trying to put distance between the window, and get a head start, but Larry didn't budge, he watched you, with half lidded eyes. You glanced from the teacher to the window again, before sucking in air, and just straight up jumped out, like you were about to take a nice slide down a slip n slide, but instead of a nice slide, you just belly flopped out with a pathetic little slide, earing a laugh from Larry who helped scoop you up, and the three of you started to run from the grounds, hearing the teachers screams fade till all that was left was the sounds of your shoes padding away quickly.

Once you reached the fence at the end of the school's property, the two teens, easily hopped it, tossing their things over to the first over, which was Sal, who caught them and tossed them to the ground. You could tell they did this, like a lot. Once Larry was over, he turned to look at you, as you were sizing the fence up. "Heh, come on, you can't hop a window, OR a fence?" you narrowed your eyes again, this man could really push your buttons. "Not all of us can just step over it, you long legged ass." You grumbled scaling it, biting back your nerves. Once at the top, you swung your legs over, and sat at the top railing for a moment, looking at the ground. You were hardly higher than Larry, but something about being higher than the tall bastard was sending you for a loop. "Come onnnn, I'll catch you!" Larry finally said with a smirk, holding out his arms. Oh that was it, he's gonna catch you alright, with his fucking face. You hefted yourself off the rail and straight at the other teen, expecting his little lanky ass to crumble like his paper balls under your weight from that height. But instead the wind was knocked from you for a second time, as you were easily caught by the boy. His arms pressed hard around you with the catch, and he stumbled a tiny bit, but you were still safe, feet but a foot or two off the ground, dangling in his arms, like a rag doll as you tried to figure out what even happened.

You looked up, the boy's nose painfully close to your face, that was now heating up at the closeness. "I told you I would catch you." He said with a chuckle, not helping your embarrassment. You gave a weak wiggle in the boys arms, trying to signal to just drop you already from the bear hug. "Jesus...Fuck. How did you even catch me, noodle arms?" Larry was about to release you, before that comment, but instead his grin widened and he squeezed you tightly to his chest, showing off just how much more strength he had. You let out a breathy squeak, caught off guard by the pressure, before you heard a loud pop, and your eyes widened a little. He had popped your back in the most amazing way, and you both looked at each other, questioning if that just happened, before all three of you bust into laughter, Larry finally putting you down. "If the married couple is ready, we're not too far from school, and uhhh." Sal said, pointing up to the security guards, huffing as they ran to the fence, starting to yell for them to stop. "Oh shit, let's go." Larry said, grabbing his bag, and then yours, hefting both over his shoulders and taking off first. You and Sal quickly joined them, the sound of feet and backpacks shuffling away as you all left behind the guards.

"When you gonna carry my bag, dude?" Sal huffed and puffed behind his mask, adjusting the bag filled with most of their ghost hunting things, he turned to look at the tall teen, hefting the two bags. "When you belly flop out a window then get your spine cracked in a bear hug, I guess." He snickered and looked back to you, who tried your best to keep up, but again, they seem to do this, a lot, and had you beat in the running department... and the jumping.. actually let's stop thinking about that. Sal snickered and as the three of you ran till your were far enough to not worry anymore, so you all slowed down to a nice walk, which you welcomed. As you three walked Sal pulled out his phone and started to send a text, you trotted to walk beside him and smiled. "Texting Todd?" You questioned, which gained a smile from the boy that you could see in his eyes, even behind the mask. "Yeah, he's probably not going to ditch, but I like to let him know at least." Larry sighed, his usual slouch ruined by the two bags, forcing him to actually stand straight. "He never ditches, but it's cool, we just do small snooping without him." Sal gave a nod and stuffed the phone back in his pocket. "Yeah, he's got grades to keep up, so he doesn't like ditching."

Larry laughed, shifting the backpacks on his back, with a shake of his head. "Yeah, I'm glad I don't have to worry about that." You rolled your eyes, giving a tug to your bag to take it from him. "Ever think, maybe you should?" You teased, looking him up and down. He simply rolled his eyes and let the bag drop into your hands with the tug and shruged. "I make Cs, that's good enough for mom, it's good enough for me." Sal chuckled and looked over his shoulder at him "What about the F in chem Lisa was just yelling at you about this morning?" Larry frowned and groaned, "I forgot about that honestly." he said, his smirk coming back, earning a laugh from you both. A silence washed over you three as you walked, once the teasing and questions were aside, but you enjoyed the nice silence as they lead you into the woods. "Sooo," you finally interrupted the silence, wiping sweat from your brow. "Where are we even going?" You looked from one teen to the other, before Sal spoke. "There's this weird little house out here." Larry nodded and raised his hands, wiggling his fingers in a "spooky" fashion. "Yeah it's fucking creepy as hell. No one remembers it ever being there, no address for it or anything." he dropped his arms, and rolled his shoulders in an exaggerated shrug. "And it's completely empty." Sal added, pulling his phone back out as it vibrated. "Other than some like, really, really old, dusty furniture." Larry continued, watching the other tapping away on the flip phone, before pocketing it again.

"Todd said the whole school is freaking out about us." Sal looked at the two of you, a smile behind his mask. Larry threw back his head with a laugh, "Oh man, were so boned." Sal hummed in agreement, but you stopped in your tracks. You couldn't take another step, as panic took over you. Gripping the straps of your bag, you looked at the ground, completely zoned, thinking about what would happen when you went home. You'd never be allowed to do basically anything, ever again. You'd be surprised if they didn't padlock you out of your room...again. Larry and Sally came to a stop as well, looking at you. "Y/N?" Sal asked, worry in his tone, but you didn't respond, your brain was going a mile a minute and didn't even hear him. Larry started snapping his fingers to bring you back, "Y/N? Come on dude, I can't have you both starting this zoning out thing." You looked at Larry with a start. "Hu-huh? Oh.. sorry I just uh..." You trailed off, eyes falling back to the ground, the thoughts trying to close back in. You wondered if you'd have a room left when you came back, would it be all thrown outside? All your things, your sketch books, your clothes, your bed, your cat? You shook your head and shut your eyes tight, wincing at the thought.

Sal put an oversized hand on your shoulder, while Larry slipped his fingers around yours and held your hand so tenderly, you could feel it through your freak out. You looked at them both, trying to pretend you didn't have tears in your eyes, knowing it was a lie. Sal finally spoke again, rubbing the hand on your shoulder for a moment. "You're worried about your folks, huh?" his voice was comforting, like the one you'd hear from someone that loved you dearly, it was almost strange for you to hear that from someone, did you really never get to hear that tone from anymore else? "Yeah, don't worry about it tho-" Larry squeezed your hand, you could see he was upset, you knew the look he had when he was upset, his brows would knit together, and he couldn't stop from frowning, almost looking like a pouting child. But you saw restraint in his eyes, like he was, for once, biting his tongue. "Y/N just-" He started but sighed and looked away, his hand never leaving yours though. You felt bad, you knew what he wanted to say, and you didn't know if you could fight this time.

You came from this train of thoughts as well, when Sal slid his hand down your arm, to catch your free hand in his, like Larry. The both of them, on either side of you, holding you hands gently, their love pouring through their palms. It reminded you of those cute pictures you've seen, where parents hold the hands of their kids as they walk. It was then, that you were absolutely certain, no one had shown you love like this. Love that you didn't question, that you didn't fear. Love that you can actually feel. It felt really nice, you couldn't help it anymore, your eyes dropped to the ground, as tears ran down your cheeks, a small sob escaping your lips. Sal's hand seemed to hold yours even more gently, where Larry's tightened, you could truly feel their emotions, and how they handled yours differently. It was beautiful, and grounding, but still the tears fell.

Larry was steaming mad, but he wouldn't let you know, he hated your parents, he was so pissed about how they treated you. If they weren't abusing you emotionally and mentally, they were neglecting you to go do whatever they wanted and left you alone. And when they weren't doing either of those, they had the nerve to gaslight you, till you wouldn't listen to your friends, even though they loved you. He wanted to speak, say what he wanted to for weeks now, but he knew there would be venom in his voice that he couldn't stop, so it was Sal that broke the silence. "Y/N... Me and Lar have been talking." He glanced to the taller teen, before looking back to you, as you stared a hole into the grass. "And we've been talking to our parents..." He continued, but this time Larry spoke up, more aggressively than he meant to, "Yeah and-" he lowered his tone when he noticed you flinch, sadness creeped into his heart when he saw that, and he vowed, he'd never make you do that again. But he continued his sentence, with the softest and most loving tone his anger allowed. "An-And we want you to move in with us." He finally got it out, but why did he feel his cheeks heating up? Why was he suddenly so nervous? It was his idea, he brought it up to Sal weeks ago, and after talking, and getting the evidence he needed to show both their parents, they agreed without a hesitation. Their parents had already started to make their relationship more serious, talking about marriage, but even then, they couldn't stand what they heard about your parents. Sal's dad and Larry's mom had reactions, similar to their sons. Soft pitty, and bitter anger. Lisa even talked about fighting their parents, but they decided that instead, taking them in was the best option.

You looked up quickly when he told you, looking between the two of them. They we're joking right? They had to be. But it wasn't a bad idea, and you'd be lying if you said you didn't think about it. Late at night, when your parents fought, you put your headphones on, to drown them out, thinking about what it'd be like to live in the apartments with Sal, Larry, and Todd. You never really said it, but you wanted to move into them when you were able to, and well, you just kind of forgot, you would be able to do that soon. You were only months from your 18th birthday, Larry was even closer, where Sal had already hit his. It made sense for them to even think about this, and you you realized, you could just, never go back. But you couldn't stop staring at them, you just knew it was a lie. Why would they want to live with you? Who even were you living with? They lived in two different apartments.

Larry finally broke the silence again, "Well? Aren't you even going to answer?" He sounded hurt, was it from your pause? Was it because you seemed like you didn't want to? But you finally spoke, "Why?" was all you managed out of the many questions in your head. They both stared at you blinking, they didn't really expect that question you guessed, but you felt Larry's hand grip tighter, and he tugged it, just enough to fully obtain your attention. "What the hell do you mean 'why'? Your parents suck, Y/N. You're fucking scared to even go home." He spoke bluntly but with a calm tone, worried of freaking you out again, and knew this topic never had gone well before. But you softly sighed, you gave both boys a soft squeeze to their hands, catching them both off guard, from the limp fish they felt they were holding earlier. Now, you held their hands back, even stroking a finger over each boys hand, but never looking up. "I know..." your words were flat, and you barely realized you said them. They were true, weren't they? You knew they were, you didn't want them to be, but they were. You didn't want to go home, ever fucking again. You didn't want to hear them yell at you, to belittle you, to use you for a therapist or maid. You wanted to be free.

The boys looked at you for a long time, both caught off guard by the response, but before they could even collect a sentence, you spoke again. "Which of you would I live with?" You finally looked up, Sal smiled behind his mask, his eyes showing it plainly again, but Larry thought his heart was melting still from the way you held his hand back. He never understood how someone who went through something so hard, had such a soft grip. But he had to shake his thoughts from his head, a smile creeping on his face. "Me, of course." He chirped happily, earning a brow raise from you. Sal rolled his eyes, "Neil got a house, it's right down the road from the apartments, and Todd's going to live with him of course, and he invited me to come along." Larry pipped up to finish for his bro, "And I'm hanging back for a bit, I'm not gonna move out just yet, I still haven't figured out if I'm going to college, like these nerds have." he said smirking at Sally, earning an eyeroll. You looked from Sal to Larry for a minute, before looking back to Sal again. "So how shit of a roomie is he?" you question, making Sal chuckle loudly, and earning a scowl from Larry. "The worst." Sally teased, raising a hand to his face and waving it in front of his nose. "His room smells like pot and paint all the time, and he loses everything he touches." Larry narrowed his eyes at the other, "And your mask stinks." He retorted with a smirk. Sal raised a finger and waved it at him, "It's a prosthetic thank you, very much." Larry rolled his eyes and mumbled "A stinky one."

You all laughed and your smile could warm these entire cold, dark woods. You felt so safe and happy with them, and you never even noticed. "Alright." You said with a shrug, dragging both their hands up with it. Larry looked almost shocked, like he never thought you'd agree, but Sal just smiled at you both. "Wait, really?" Larry questioned, still stunned. But you simply looked at him, and gave him the biggest smile you've ever had in your life, tracing a finger over the ring on the boy's finger. "Yeah Larry, I'd love to live with you guys. I really would." It was their turn to join in on the tears, and they finally let go of your hand, before closing in around you, the two of them wrapping their arms around you and each other. You beamed and let out an embarrassed giggle as you hugged their arms to your chest, enjoying the group hug, more than you ever thought you would. You all held each other for a moment, enjoying the comfort of the group hug, you all had a place, and it was together.

But all things come to an end, including the cuddle puddle. Which was rudely interrupted by the loud blaring of your ringer, Sanity Falls, poorly recorded off Larry's stereo on your flip phone. You pulled the phone out, as the boys finally released you, but they didn't move far from your side, peaking at the caller ID on the front. It was your mother. Your stomach bounced from your feet to your throat, and back again, eyes scanning the phone, your hands starting to shake. Sal's eye's grew sad, seeing you so upset. Larry was trying to control his anger, his want to just- Before he could finish his thought, you opened the flip phone up, accepting the call, stunning both boys, not only did they think you'd ignore it, but you always skittered off to answer it when you did. But instead, you just flipped it open, your fingers trembling against it. Your mother's voice blared through the phone, as if it was on speaker, the loud bitch always did have some lungs on her. "Y/N? Where the fuck are you? Why did you leave school? You are in so-" you turned the phone, taking each side of the flip phone in your hands, and snapping it in half, the voice spotting short as you broke it. Larry was stunned, and upset, that's just what he wanted to do. You looked at the halves of the phone, and threw them to the dirt, stomping them in a little, feeling a wave of euphoria wash over you. You looked back up to the boys, almost looking for approval. But before your face could even turn to Larry's, he had scooped you up in another bear hug. "That was fucking metal, Y/N!" He spun you, nearly side swiping Sal with you dangling legs, but he jumped back and pumped a fist in the air. "Hell yeah it was!" He cheered, as the lanky boy finally finished spinning you, put your feet on the ground. You head was spinning, but you couldn't tell if it was the twirl or joy anymore, laughter spilling past your lips, even though tears still formed in your eyes. But for once, the tears weren't painful. But you looked up to Larry, as he put his hands on both sides for you shoulders, looking in your eyes. "I'm proud of you, Y/N." your lip quivered, but you jumped a little when you felt Sal hand on your back. "I am too." his voice was calm and gentle, just like the hug Larry pulled you into, as Sal rested his mask against your shoulder, wrapping his arms around you from behind. You laid your face against Larry's chest, the two of them felt warm and comforting against you, and you smiled as you sobbed softly. "Thank you." You finally choked out. You were finally home.

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Only Then Am I Free (Ch2)

Sal shifted his gaze from Travis to Ash. "Yo-ou're kidding right?" He said with an awkward chuckle, that caught in his throat when Travis shifted his eyes to meet the other's, reminding him how bare he felt again. "No, I'm not. It /has/ to be done." He snarled, seeming to will himself to believe it for himself. Sal and Ash looked the other over for a moment, Ash being the first to break the silence, "Can you.. Handle that?" she questioned out of worry, but it felt so covered in venom to Travis. "Of fucking course I can!" He snapped back at her, making her flinch a little at the sudden yelling in the still room. Travis took a breath and rubbed the bridge of his nose, now broken more times than he can remember by the man he was about to have to help end. The pain coming from the fresh bruise across it, snapped him from his anger, and reminded him to watch his words, to make sure they didn't start to sound familiar. "No, sorry. Fuck..." He said trailing off as he finally stop purposely putting pressure on the wound. "I'm just... Stressed. I guess." He muttered and looked up at them, trying to find more words, but all it felt like was excuses. But he didn't want them to be excuses, he wanted them to be reasons, he wanted them to see him trying, him changing, but he wasn't even sure he saw it yet. But Sal, in his never ending kindness, did. He took a step forward, and put his hand on the Travis' arm, looking down at him with a gentle and reassuring smile. "It's okay, we understand, this isn't a really easy thing to handle right now, right, Ash?" He said, turning his attention to her, who gave her own kind smile and nodded as well. "You're right! I'd be snappy too under all this pressure. All good, dude." she continued, as she looked Travis in the eyes. He wasn't sure she had ever done that, not truly looked him in the eyes anyway. He gave a nod, with the quietest "thanks." his throat would allow, but then was followed by an awkward silence for a moment. They all stood there, almost thankful for the moment to all collect their thoughts.

This time, Travis broke the quiet, he raised his head slowly, and looked at the others. "We have to get your fa-.. Your friend." Fuck, get that piece of shit word out of your brain! He cursed but tried to reel himself back. Reminding himself, he's not the one that put that there in the first place. Despite the mental battle, Sal simply smiled, and commented, "You mean Todd?" like he had simply forgot his name. He wondered if he always smiled this often, if he missed every one of them behind that prosthetic. He shook the thoughts from his mind, he didn't deserve to think of the other man in such a way, when he nearly insulted his friend, simply because he was jealous of his ability to be open about his love. "Yeah.. Sorry, we have to go get Todd, but I don't know where he is? I at least know the cult doesn't have him." he rambled, trying to keep eye contact, but losing it as he continued to try and plot 5 steps too fast for his own mouth. Sal's voice broke him from his thoughts again, "He's in the mental institute. I got them to tell me as much." the blue haired man said with a scoff. Travis sighed with relief and nodded for a moment. "Alright, so we need to get him out. I heard he-" Travis, yet again paused in his sentence, his eye burning like a cliché. Guess he always will be a cliché of some sort. The eye gave a twitch and stopped it's soft burning, and he continued, "That he has had a lot of influence from the demon."

Travis' voice sounded so small as he spoke about the demon. Sal couldn't help but run things through his head that he may have faced, but he wasn't sure if he ever wanted to know the truth. Travis on the other hand, never even got to the point of considering telling anyone. He couldn't tell his dad about his sins, or his crush about his feelings, how could he ever think to confide the things he's seen and done, to others. He would be hated, more than he already was. "He may be able to help us with taking down my dad because of it." He added finally, as Ash shifted on her heals and looked him up and down. She could tell he had more to say than he was, and she wondered if Sal knew as well. She shot a glance to the bigger male, who if he did, was still looking at him with such a supportive look. She couldn't fully understand why, he had been the cruelest to Sal, she never knew why, but Sal, he always knew. The secret they shared that day never left his mind, he always hoped he would have taken his offer and actually reached out to him and his friends. He was more than ready to welcome him into the group with open arms, forget it all had happened, and move forward like they had been friends since he moved to town. But he never did get to tell Travis that, so he hoped, maybe now, after he literally saved his life, maybe he would make sure he knew the offer was there for as long as he needed. But while Sal was lost in the whirlwind of what happened, and fond memories of secret notes, Ash asked the question he knew he wanted to know as well, but couldn't ask.

"What are you not telling us Travis?" Ash finally blurted out. Looking him up and down for a moment, trying so hard not to be suspicious, her best friend would be dead if it wasn't for him after all. But still, when he said he was in the cult, it made her nervous, especially since he's the son of the leader. But she wanted more than anything, to just trust him. Travis scanned the both of their faces. Fear, confusion, trust. All plastered over the both of their faces, looking at him, like he was some sort of leader, like he would speak the truths of life, like he once thought his father did. Looking up at the man, high above everyone else, speaking truth just to lead them all to the world they deserve. But he wasn't his father, and his father held no truths, so why would he? He swallowed hard, his mouth dry, his chest tight, he felt the air in his lungs failing him. As his breath quickened alongside his pulse, he felt trapped. They wanted answers Trav, but what could you give them that wont leave you unwanted and alone, again? Ash's question swam in his mind and stomach, he felt sick, he felt weak, he felt like he'd hit the floor at any moment. And then he did, well almost.

All he could remember was the room spinning, his vision going darker, and a blur of blue. Sal could see the panic attack a mile away, nights alone with his nightmares, carved the signs into his very being. He had started his soft shuffle toward the blonde when he started to breath heavier. Not that the other would even notice, the panic he showed lasted a minute or two for Sally and Ash, but for Travis, it was years in a cage made of pure fear. But once the blonde's body couldn't take it anymore, and his knees buckled as his mind left him, Sal jerked forward as fast as he could manage. First grabbing a handful of the other man's sweater, then pulling him close to keep him upright, as he asked Ash to get something for his head. Ash quickly took off her jacket and made the best pillow she could with it, laying it on the ground, as Sal held the limp man awkwardly against himself, before carefully lowering him to the jacket to rest. "I uh, guess he needs a minute." Sal defused the situation with an awkward chuckle, as he lowered himself to the floor. He had changed in the time he was away in jail. Not that much, but just enough for Ash to notice, as she slid down to the floor to sit beside him as he watched Travis. He was bigger, Sal already hit his growth spurt, and was a bit taller than her, but he finally seemed to have grown into his large hands and feet. He was always lanky as a teen, even if he kept his baby fat for a long time. But his hands and feet were always too big on him, Ash thought it fit him though, like a puppy that needed some growing before he could truly walk with confidence. But now, he was maybe even a bit taller than she last saw him, and more toned. His hands looked a mess though, still larger, but now covered in more scratches and scars than there usually was. She almost felt small next to him, despite only being slightly bigger than the day they sat beside the lake together. She couldn't believe all the things that had happened since then. She missed him, she missed everyone. She finally pulled her gaze off Sal, and down to Travis. Probably the most odd addition to their crazy stories. She would always remember the day she saw Sal's face for the first time as she cleaned the bloody nose he caused.

Sure she can understand why he's like he was, but part of her couldn't forgive how cruel he was to someone like Sal. Who seemed to grow more fond of the bully after that day, which was even more confusing for her, and really pissed Larry off. She couldn't help but wonder, what would Larry say about this all? Sal hummed, almost as if she had said all that out loud, and he listened along. "I bet Lar would get a kick out of this." He mumbled into the darkness, as he looked down at Travis. "What the fuck is church boy doing here?" Sal said, in a mimic to Larry's voice before he bust into a laughter he hadn't had in him, in so long. Ash joined in along side him, looking over at the boy. Sal's laugh boomed into the dark and musty room, he looked around from the echo, the light left his eyes, and his laugh faded off into a soft whimper. Ash's heart crumbled at the noise, as she too started to take in the surroundings of the basement of Addison Apartments. All the stories she had here with Sal, Todd, and Larry. Soon they both found their selves sobbing in the dark together. Always together.

After a good cry, they finally calmed down, and sat in silence again. Sal never took his eye's off Travis. It's like he was afraid he would disappear if he so much as looked away. Ash looked over at him, her eyes trained on his face in the dark, she wanted to say something, but everything felt like it was said in the quiet they shared. Before she could even try to think of something, a shuffle caught her attention, she looked back to Travis, unlike Sal who had still been staring at him. His eyes softening when he saw him move. "Ah, morning sunshine." Sal teased, his long legs were pulled to his chest, as he leaned over them, closing the distance between the two a little. Travis groaned, his eyes rolling around in his skull painfully, as he pulled his hand to his head. Where was he? What happened? He looked down at his legs as he pulled himself up on his arms. The mud covered shoes and the smell of the musty room brought it all back. He groaned and pulled his legs in to sit cross legged. Unsure if he was more upset by the headache, or the waking up back in this nightmare. Once he lifted his head though, red ripped across his face, as he locked eyes with Sal, much closer than he remembered before it all became back. Sal smiled at him, a smile more expressed in the eyes, from years behind the prosthetic. Hardly noticing the closeness, as he was damn near closer to Ash at the time, but it was the closest Travis has been to him since he freed him from the chair, and this time, the situation wasn't there to distract him.

His chest felt tight again, but this time, in a way he loved so much more. His dark skin felt like it was on fire as he scanned the man's face, eye's trailing down him, taking in ever inch of the man that stole his heart before he even knew he had it. The smile stayed on Sal's face, and Travis felt his life complete in that moment, but he had to pull away, he had to remember to speak once again. "So- Ow, Sorry about that." He said rubbing his head, wincing when he touched it, his head felt like it was going to split in half. "I must have hit really hard, my head feels like shit." He groaned out looking up at the two again, still getting his surroundings, and ignoring the beautiful blue boy. "You didn't hit, I caught you. Probably just from the hyperventilating from the panic attack." Panic attack? Caught? Hyperventilating? These words hit him like an open window on the freeway. He thought he'd pass out again, hopefully this time he wouldn't wake up in hell again. But then, just as a cherry on top, Sal did something that nearly stopped his poor heart. He stroked a big hand up and down his back gently. If he wasn't blushing before, he most certainly was now, he was seeing stars, and the stars were as gay as him and his thoughts. Ash blinked for a second, before her eyes widened a bit, but she shook it off. She felt like a fucking idiot, how did she never notice? The boy was gayer than her, and can't handle his feelings to save his little homo life. She looked to Sal, wondering if he noticed the gay panic in the man's eyes, and if he did, he was hiding it, probably for Travis' sake. "Don't worry about it Trav," he started, in a caring voice, before he continued, "I've had a lot of panic attacks, I'm just glad you didn't hit the floor, it would hurt pretty bad down here, couldn't even be on the carpet, huh?" Sal rambled softly, reassuring and loving words spilling into Travis’ ears, sending his brain into orbit, and his hand. His big fucking hand didn't stop it's comforting petting as he spoke. He was convinced he was going to actually pass right back out, before Sal finally pulled back his hand, putting it to rest on his knee again. "How are you feeling though?" Travis snapped out of it at his words and turned his head to Sal quickly. "Uh, I'm okay I think.. I'm starting to get a hold on it all again. I'm still sorry, it's not really the best time for me to be taking a fucking cat nap." He whined mostly to himself, but it earned a chuckle out of Sal, causing him to look back at him again. "Don't worry, sometimes you just gotta lie down, like, right fucking now." He added with another friendly smile. But Travis trailed up from his radiant smile, up to his eyes. Had he been crying? His eyes flickered over to Ash, her eyes were the same. They both had been crying, while you were a little bitch and passed out at a question. He groaned and pulled in on himself, wrapping his arms around his legs and resting his head on his knees. "I do know more than I'm telling you guys.." He mumbled into his thighs, not looking up at them.

#abuse tw #child abuse tw #sally face spoilers #sally face #sally face au #travis phelps #ashley campbell #tbh I didn't put tags the first time #because I wasn't going to actually do anything with this #but I've been really enjoying it?#So I'm going to like actually do shit lmao

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Only Then Am I Free (CH1)

The crisp night air, strung against the young man's dark skin, as he crept from his home that night. He couldn't be bothered with it though, he had too many other things on his mind for a strong breeze to blow away. Those things fluttered around in his head as he pulled the door closed as quietly as he could behind himself. Once the soft click sounded, he released the breath he didn't know he was holding in, before dropping his arms to his side with a sigh. He lifted his dark eyes up toward the house in front of him, looking it over one last time. He could feel himself second guessing his choices, so he kicked off the gravel of his driveway, and quickly ran into the night.

He knew what he had to do. To stop all of this, to save the one that haunted his dreams at night, to set everything right. The blonde's shoes smacked against the ground as he ran through the still moist dirt, as he did, his mind wondered to the things they said about his idol of affection. Murderer. Insane. Traitor. He he sucked air in sharply at these words, biting his lip as he rounded a tree, traveling off the barely visible path that was before him. He knew better, he knew what words he would use for them, and his words made his stomach twist in a beautiful slurry of sickened and overjoyed. Sal Fisher was none of those things. Sal was perfect, kind, radiant. Sal was all he had thought about for years now. And yet, he couldn't shut his fucking mouth around him. Spilling venom and slurs on the boy any time he saw him, and for what? What did he gain from insulting the most beautiful human he had seen? Not his father's approval, he didn't know if anything would. He shut his eyes for a moment as he ran, trying to bite back the tears he was dredging up for himself like a fool. And like the fool he was, running through the unmarked path in the woods with his eyes shut to the darkness around him, he slipped on the still barely moist ground and rain scented leaves. His feet slipping out from under him as he scooted forward across the ground on his back.

Travis let out a gasped sigh at the impact, keeping his now open eyes trained to the sky until he came to a stop not far from where he slammed into the ground. He stared at the little bit of sky that was showing through the trees above. As he laid in the mud staring up, he wondered, what the fuck he was really doing. You knew you waited too long. The letter you sent out of state in hopes of saving him. With every little big of proof you could find in there, you, the son of the leader, had so much you could send. You nearly got caught for it, and for what? You should have sent it earlier, because, tonight, the will take away your idol of affection.

Why did you let your history make you hesitate. This was the only thing you've never had to question if was right or wrong in your life. And yet, you didn't make it in time, all because you couldn't accept it. Accepted that you loved Sal Fisher. Another boy, your father would never accepted it, so why would you? You were such a good for nothing boy. But you wanted to, more than anything, to accept that you loved the way he treated you, even though you couldn't be as pure as him. You were never able to be as pure as this heathen, and now, because of you "pure" father and his doings, that heathen that you love with your very core, was going to die. And it's all because you couldn't just accept you're gay. What a joke you were.

He closed his eyes, a hiccupping sob catching in his throat as he pulled his arm over his face. He laid there for a minute or two. Sobs wracking his body, shaking in the cold mud in the lonely woods. His chest was tight, his lung empty, and his heart too full of emotions. Loss, anger, love, regret, sorrow, all in a whirlwind in his mind and in his chest. He thought he'd die right on the spot, there in the mud, where he belonged. But in his wallowing in his pity, he thought to Sal. In that cold building, treated like a monster, when he knew, just how delicate his touch was, despite him swatting the boy away any time he had attempted to extend a hand in friendship. He wondered how he felt in there, was he as scared and angry as him? Or was he okay with it all? He let out the last of his gasping sob, before gritting his teeth. This wasn't right, it wasn't okay. He pounded his free fist into the ground under him, gritting his teeth and breathing out as he pulled himself to his feet. His body ached, the fall and the emotional pain grinding his body down, willing him to just lie down and give up. To lie down and die right there. But he instead pulled the dark cloak up and used it to wipe his eyes, before yanking the whole thing off, and threw it to the ground. He walked over it as he turned further down the the Forrest. He can't give up, not yet, if no one fucking else will fix it, he will. He just had to make one last stop first.

Once he stood at the entrance to the temple, he took a deep breath, stepping in and making his way to the room he had learned of at a very young age. He went in, and preformed the right pattern he was taught all those years ago, before the slate moved on the floor, and he pulled the sword from it. He held it up, as he looked it over. "I dare them to tell me what to do." He said, in a voice he wanted to sound more confident than he felt. But he could hear it still, the fear, the uncertainty. But he blocked it out, don't think, just do. He repeated this like a mantra in his head, heading out of the temple, he checked around each corner on the way out, hearing talking down the hall, he sucked a breath in, and duckws into a room as cloak figures walked down the hall toward where he once stood. He plastered himself against the wall, his shoulder length hair sticking to his forehead as he started to sweat, biting his lip. He knew everyone, cloak or not, and he was aware that was his father next to another member. Travis didn't breath as the two shuffled down the hall, talking to each other. He listened, his hand over his mouth, his knees threatening to give out. His dad's voice like daggers in his chest as he spoke words of praise about Sal's trial vitric. He was shaking harder now, but no longer with fear, but anger. He couldn't help but want to scream, but he held it in. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he held himself back, waiting till the now laughing voices faded. Once they were gone, he took a few breaths, then headed back down the hallway, a bit more venom in his step this time.

He walked to the police station, he didn't even need to ask the lady where to go, which he doubted she could, legally or not, she was backing away from her table as the man stepped harshly into the office, a giant sword in hand. She practically climbed the wall as he walked by, and down the hall. He strode down the hall and toward the door, to see Ash banging on it. Her voice rang in his head, "Please!" she screamed as she banged on the window. Travis picked up his pace down the hall and grit his teeth. "Out of the way, bitch!" he shouted, kicking himself for his insult again, but that was for another time, now he needed her out of his fucking way. Ash jumped and turned around recognizing the voice, "Travis?" she questioned before stumbling away when she caught his eye. He held the sword above his head and brought it down on the door once she had moved, it made a crackling noise as it moved through the air, something I still never understood about it, but I didn't care then. The door and Ash was out of my way, that's all that matter, don't think, just do. Once the door has crashed down, I stepped through, to see Sal strapped into the chair, the man behind him, had already raised his hand before his dramatic entrance but now stood stunned by it all. Travis looked Sal up and down, a quiver running through his body when he saw him there, before he directed his attention to the other man. He knew him, he worked for his father, even better. He narrowed his eyes, lifting the sword and pointing it at him. "Step. Away from the lever."

The man looked him up and down, questioning if he should listen, then looking at the sword again and putting his hands up and backing away. Travis took a few steps forward, not letting his sword drop. Once he got to Sal, he quickly removed his restraints and the helmet, getting him out of the chair as fastly as he could. Sal was breathing heavily. "Tra-Travis?" slipped in an almost whisper from his scared lips, that Travis had never had the honor of seeing before. He could feel his heart skipping a beat, even with the anxiety from it all. Once he had him out of the chair and looked over he bit the inside of his cheek. Wishing he could speak, but couldn't will words from his mouth. Sal lifted a hand up, and it touched his cheek. He flinched harshly but stopped himself from swatting him away this time. Sal gave his cheek a soft pat and he saw his mouth slip into a half smile. He thought he had finally died in that moment, his cheeks flushed harshly and he took a breath. "Wow it's really you huh? What's going on?" Sal said finally taking his hand from his cheek, Travis heart protested in it's cage at the gesture, but he trained his eye's up, at the slightly taller male, as he put his big hands on the blindfold they put on him, and pulled it up and off his face. Travis scanned his face, taking in ever inch, ever scar, every beautiful part of him finally, for the first time ever. He let out a small gasp. Sal looked a big sad at this but was too distracted to pay it any mind, he looked at Travis again, hoping he'd finally open his damn mouth.

Travis opened and shut his mouth for a second, gripping the sword tighter for second before finally talking. "You don't deserve this." It was all he could manage. All his stupid little brain would let come out after all this time. "My dad.." Oh fuck, he is awful at this. You can just go back to shutting up again. "The cult." Fucking failure. Sal looked him up and down for a moment, before shifting his gaze around the room and to the man that was about to end his life. Sal looked tired, confused, but relieved. Before either of them could say anything, Ash scooted into the room. "Sal- Travis?" she questioned, stepping over broken door and looking at the both of them. Before much more talking they started to hear heavy foot steps coming down the hall way. Travis snapped his head around, before turning back to the other two, then to the man at the back of the room, narrowing his eyes at him again. The man glared before nodding and looking to the door behind him. "Come on, follow me." Travis said firmly to the two of them, they looked to the approaching police, then to him and nodded. Travis pushed past the man, and opened the door in the back, he gave the room a look over for a second. "Travis?" Ash question, starting to worry after he didn't move for a while. "Fuck! Give me a second! Shit, no sorry, just hang on." He huffed and shook his blonde hair before looking around again, he then went to a table and pushed it back, pulling up the false floor under it. "Found it, okay, come on." Ashley and Sally looked down the hole a bit before following Travis down, since they didn't have much else of a choice. Once they were down, Travis shut and locked the hatch and rushed them down the halls.

"Travis, what the fuck is going on?" Sal finally questioned, doing his best to keep up despite his shackled. Travis was silent for a bit as he led them down the halls, taking turn after turn. "Trav?" Ash questioned harshly, to snap him back again. "My dad!" He started, a bit more aggressive than he meant to. "My dad, he's the leader of the fucking cult. The one you've been fucking around with? Yeah well I know all that because I'm in it too. But not like that, okay! Like because my dad's in it, I like fucking have to! But I don't.." He paused for a second, starting to slow down, feeling he was far enough in the caverns to be safe enough to walk. "I don't agree with them, with this.. Any of it." He turned and looked at Sal, his prosthetic long left in the police office behind them. He looked fully into his eyes, for the first time, before walking forward, and swinging his sword at them. Sally winced, but opened his eyes to see the chains on his restraints cut. Travis dropped the sword to his side and looked up at him. "I don't want you to die. I guess.." He mumbled out, starting to feel stupid, which was filling him with anger again, so he turned away, starting to lead them through the caverns again.

The other two just followed behind him in silence. They had never thought this was how this night would turn out. But they weren't complaining, although Sal really wish he had his mask. He felt naked, especially in front of these two. Going from watching your crush cry over you through a window, to being rescued by your school bully? Not the easiest to grasp, even when you're use to weird things like he was. But still, he followed behind Travis. His words dancing in his head. Things he'd have to think about for a while. Leaders of cults and heroic efforts from previously villainous people, all wrapped in petty school things. He sighed as he walked down the caverns with them.

Before long, Travis lead them out a door, into a temple room. "Okay, now just stay quiet." He wished softly, turning to the two, who looked nervous now at the request, but simply gave a nod, and complied with him. The three of them snaked down halls, stopping to listen at the smallest noise. Soon Travis lead them out into the Addison Apartments, Sal looked around for a moment. "Well this is probably the creepier place to end up." Travis flushed and cursed himself, and couldn't look Sal in the face. "It's all I remembered at the moment, fuck." he hissed out, cursing himself again, till he saw Sal didn't seem to be paying attention anymore, as he looked around the room. He huffed and let go of his tension. "So-sorry Sal, I should have-" he started, but Sal, turned and cut him off, waving a hand. "No sorry, I didn't mean to complain, I'm just glad to be out, don't worry. I just got uh, distracted I guess.." He said, looking back around. Travis, gave a look too, and nodded. Ash stepped forward and looked at the two of them. "What are we going to do about all this though?"

Sal stretched a little and looked at them "The cult and the police are working together, and they both want me dead. I don't really know where to start to be honest." He gave a half hearted chuckle, which Ash sighed at. Travis took a step, his shoes echoing in the basement of Addison Apartments. "Come on, isn't it obvious? We have to kill my fucking dad." the two of them raised their head to look at Travis to see if he was serious. His eyes said it all, he was dead serious, and already plotting.

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libraford

Reminder to self:

Your writing seems boring and predictable because

You wrote it

You’ve read it like eight million times.

A person who has never read it before does not have this problem.

slomps-stomp

Are any SDV writers out here open for requests?

mossygardenstone

I'd be willing to take a look at a SDV request, and try it if I feel I can handle it!

I'd like to say that I really appreciate all the love I get for my writings!

I always had a lot of trouble with writing without a prompt, so fandom writings always made me curious to try, but I've always been horribly worried about my writing, I've struggled with reading, grammar, and spelling for years, but only recently came to terms with the fact, that it was all to levels that I definitely had a learning disorder of some sorts (I assume dyslexia) and realizing there was a reason I struggled with it, just made me want to do it more!

So for the first time ever, I posted my writing to the public! And I've been surprised every time since at the likes, comments, and reblogs I get! I appreciate every single one of you as I start to figure out what it's like to be a dorky writer~

Love you all!

-Mossy

#mossy talks

Hi ! I just discovered your blog and I love your writing !!! :3 It's my first time requesting something (so sorry if I say something bad) but could you do general hc with the boys and a teenage reader (platonic of course !) please ? ^^ I hope you will have a nice day !

Oh thank you so much!! I am having a nice day, and an even better one now!

I'll do the three boys again and hopefully will be able to do others soon with some confidence~

Classic Sans:

• Wary at first from his past with younger humans.

• Still nice to them, unless given a reason.

• Once he knows the teen is chill, and not a mass murderer, he will become the big brother type.

• Bad day? "Hey kiddo, wanna go get a pretzel at the mall?" Haha that's what teens like right?

• Do you play a sport? Instrument? Big school events? He's there.

• V supportive big brother.

Underfell Sans

• Will be horribly awkward and wary at first.

• The wary is also from his past, but he's also just not good with anyone that's not an adult. Sometimes not even them.

• Once he starts to trust them though, he's also provides a brother relationship, but not like Sans, more like how Papyrus is with him.

• A little too bossy sometimes, but always looking out for you.

• If you're having a bad day, he will ask his brother to make you something nice, and refuse to let him tell you it's from him.

• Edge tells you a anyway.

• Will try to come to your big moments, but may nap through them. But, if it's really important and you express that, he will be there.

Underswap Sans

• Will trust you, but still has some very low key wariness.

• Absolutely the brother type, but no promises he will act like the older brother in the relationship.

• He fluxes between brat sibling getting into trouble,

• And older brother trying to help you live your best life.

• Stretch pours one out for you.

• He absolutely will be at all events and even helping you prepare for those, be it studying, training, or anything in between, Blue has your back.

• If you have a bad day, he tells Stretch to prepare for an emergency taco and board game night.

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I'm a FOOL and did not know, but they're now open! Hope you don't mind your user being seen~

I'll do my main three since those are the Sans' I'm more comfy with! Also I low key did this to people I liked so :3c

Classic Sans:

• Confused babbling between the boobage

• Will probably end up grasping at what they can, usually being an arm or a shirt, just for some literal grasp on what's happening

• Once you finally release him, his skull will be dusted a bright blue, eye lights gone, and he will just stare at you for a moment

• "Heh heh, maybe next time we should try that with you bent down a little"

• Totally lying, and will start to accept the boob hugs with grace and chuckles

Underfell Sans

• Confused cussing instead

• Wild arm flails and tugging away before settling into it and giving a hug back

• May even get a soft purr out of him, he will never admit it though

• Once released, his skull is dusted red as well, as he looks you up and down with what seems to be even brighter eye lights

• "I could really get use ta that"

• He isn't lying, he will now request hugs, just for the boob hugs

Underswap Sans

• Blue.exe has stopped working. No babbling, cussing or flailing

• Just his arms at his side as he slumps over into the hug trying to figure what out what has happened

• Once he has processed it, he will give them a hug back, with a slightly awkward pat

• And you guessed it, cyan dusted skull for a good few minutes as he looks at you with little heart eye lights

• "Wowza Y/N, you have the best hugs"

• Also prepares himself for the hugs when he isn't asking for them. He's also a cheeky bastard he just doesn't admit it.

I hope you like it! It's my very first request for writing ever ;;

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Does anyone have any requests?

Headcanons or short fics preferred~

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Undertale X Reader Headcanons

Sans (Comic) > “Call me whatever, just don’t call me late for dinner, heh heh” Lame. > Like Red, will eat a scary amount with no draw backs. Drowns everything in ketchup to the point, you’re not sure he can even taste it. Likes to see your reaction. > Night terrors, or no dreams. No in between, ever. Refuses to let anyone know, even Papyrus. If he catches him awake and in the kitchen trying to calm down, he blames it on midnight munchies, and laughs it off. Partner may find out if they sleep in the same bed, because he can’t control his panting and shaking when he first wakes up. > Not big on PDA, besides holding hands sometimes. But is an absolute cuddle monster when alone. Very clingy, but doesn’t admit it. Likes to watch shows with you, with your shoulders pressed together, or with his skull against your shoulder. > He will laugh at you if you try to scare him. It’s infuriating. “Heh, good one, buddy.” And then he will try and scare you next. Run. > Prone to taking on more than he can handle to make things easier on his loved ones, so you know he will be super protective. Will fight tooth and bone for the ones he loves. Papyrus (Classic) > “Who is Classic? I am Papyrus!” The nicknames go right over his head. Very hard to try and get his attention in a room of Papy AUs. > Carb king. So much pasta and bread, you wonder how he doesn’t have any consequences from it. Will try new things if you ask him to, because he likes to see you happy, but probably wont like it as much as pasta dishes. > Usually has delightful dreams, about vivid adventures and fun places. So when he has a nightmare, it hits him harder than he’d like. Will either go wake up Sans, or cuddle closer to their partner if the share a bed. > PDA makes him so shy, but will still try to hold you hand and smooch your forehead in public. Very loving when alone though, likes to set you on his lap and watcha Mettaton with you while he pets you. His love langue is soft touches. > Similar to Blue, where he’s hard to scare because he’s always on guard, but will jump and squeak if you manage to scare him. > Anime protag levels of protective. Epic posing and smiling in battle for his loved ones, no matter how the battle is going. Totally has an anime opening playing in his head the whole time.

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