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Twice a Month I Fall in Love Ch. 10: Taking Care of It/Boarding Pass
You get an offer you can't refuse.
It's time to go home, even if it's only home for so long.
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Been a while! I was encouraged by Freshie to update this along with my other updates 🥰
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Recent updated fics:
Running the Show Ch 5-8 (SpicyHoney)
Bite Me! Chapter 34 (SF!Papyrus/Reader)
Twice a Month I Fall in Love Ch. 7 (SF!Pap/Reader/US!Pap)
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Twice a Month I Fall in Love (26/???)
[Last Chapter]
[Back to the beginning]
You don't remember getting in bed, but that's where you woke up, wrapped around Zack loosely and groggy as hell. Trying to get up elicited a groan of discontent from your brother, so you resigned yourself to ten more minutes, snuggling back in and petting his curls.
You wish, not for the first time, that you could just move you both out here and never have to leave. But the reality is you only have a handful of days left here and then you'll be back home, where Mom could still threaten your day-to-day life. There was no telling what awaited you when you got back, if Mom had found out you had taken Zack out of the state she might go ballistic on you.
A knock on the door drew your attention, rousing you from a worry-filled almost-sleep as Black creaked the door open.
"Are You Awake, Dear?" He asked, almost a whisper as he eyed Zack sleeping soundly in your arms. With some difficulty you managed to get the preteen to roll over and snuggle a pillow.
With a yawn you shuffled out of bed, stopping in front of Black and letting him fuss over your messy bedhead and straighten your pajamas. When he deemed you fit to present where the rest of the house could see you, he offered his arm and you meandered down the hallway together.
"I REGRET THAT YOUR VISIT HAS TO BE SO BRIEF," Black sighed, patting your hand where you held his arm. "I'M SURE YOU KNOW THAT WE WOULD TAKE YOU BOTH IN A HEARTBEAT IF WE COULD."
"It's okay, Sans, I can't, can't expect you...you can't do anything about it," you reassured him.
"WELL," he chuckled, stopping at the kitchen table. "I DID THINK THAT AT FIRST MYSELF. HOWEVER, IT SEEMS I MAY HAVE BEEN MISTAKEN."
"sup, kiddo," Sans said, waving slightly from his spot at the table. Papyrus was there, too, and he greeted you enthusiastically by name as you sat down, confused but curious. "i'm aware that you know a little more 'bout our situation in this house than i'd like, namely the separate universes. that being the case, an' you an' your brother bein' good people as i've seen these last few days, i'd say it's in our best interest to see you both taken care of."
You looked at Black, whose smug grin gave you nothing but more questions.
"Taken...taken care of how?" You asked softly, twisting your nightshirt nervously in your fingers.
Sans blinked, and then chuckled lightheartedly. "relax, kid, m'not a mob boss."
"YOUR FATHER WORKS IN HUMAN RESOURCES, YES?" Papyrus asked, and you nodded slowly. "AND YOU ARE GOING TO SCHOOL FOR THE SAME?"
"S...sort of. Social work, with kids," you corrected.
"WELL, THOSE ARE RESOURCES WE COULD USE AT THE EMBASSY HERE IN EBOTT! WE WENT AHEAD AND SECURED TWO JOB OFFERS, ONE FOR YOU AND ONE FOR YOUR FATHER. IF IT'S QUITE ALRIGHT, WE'VE BEGUN THE PAPERWORK TO TRANSFER ZACK TO THE MONSTER/HUMAN INTEGRATED SCHOOL IN THIS NEIGHBORHOOD." He passed some papers over to you. "THESE JOBS ARE, OF COURSE, GOVERNMENT WORK, AND AS SUCH YOU AND YOUR FATHER WILL BOTH BE PROVIDED HOUSING OR FUNDS FOR HOUSING BY THE EMBASSY."
You shuffled through the papers, brow furrowed, and Black bounced on his heels, awaiting the inevitable confusion so he could break the good news. He had been working tirelessly to obtain these papers, from lobbying with the queen herself to hire both a veteran and a fresh-from-school HR specialist, to better help facilitate integration between monsters and humans. Even better that your aim is to work with children, as that easily won the queen's favor and she wanted to place you in the integrated school as a counselor.
"I don't understand," you said, exasperated, holding the papers up in confusion.
"WE'RE ASKING YOU TO STAY, LOVE," Black said softly, unable to keep the genuine excitement from his voice. "IN EBOTT, WITH US. FOR GOOD. A FRESH START FOR YOU AND YOUR FAMILY."
Oh, there it was, the genuine disbelief, the realization, and ah, the happy tears, he was quick to sit beside you, pulling you in for a hug that you readily returned, squeezing him tightly.
"DID YOU REALLY THINK I COULD JUST LET YOU GO?" Black chuckled, patting your back gently. "YOU'RE FAMILY TO ME."
"You...you too!" You squeaked, and ah, he's so soft for you. It's so much worse since he met you in person--at least in his brother's body you look tough, but as yourself you are a marshmallow inside a marshmallow, and he would be a liar if he said he didn't want to protect you with every drop of venomous Intent he could muster if necessary.
A muffled yawn alerted him to his brother's entrance.
"what's with the cry-fest so early in the mornin'?" Mutt asked, running one hand over his skull and looking over the crowded table with one curious socket, the other shut against the bright light of the kitchen.
You hopped up quickly, your nightshirt practically whipping Black in the face, but he only rolled his eyelights in amusement as you bounced on your toes, gripping Mutt's shirt. He hummed and pulled you closer, all attention focused on you.
"I get to...I get to stay! They found me a job! And Dad, too, and a school for, a school for Zack!" You explained excitedly, before throwing yourself into his sleepy embrace.
Black knew it would be at least an hour before Mutt was awake enough to actually process that information, but for now it seemed you were both happy to be embracing in the kitchen, Mutt muttering sleepy congratulations for a feat he didn't quite understand yet.
Yes. It was all coming together, and Black couldn't be happier.
To Be Continued...
I now have a mighty need for poly headcanons (both sfw & nsfw) with stretch and mutt o-o... its the only cure to my thirst.
Did you say TAMIFIL
Stretch/Reader/Mutt poly relationship HC's
Mutt is the biggest spoon. He prefers to be the bottom of the dog pile, the one in the middle with his arm around each of you, etc. It helps him know you are both safe and also he worries he's too big to be little spoon.
Stretch is a relentless flirt and tease. He is constantly baiting both of you, just in different ways. With you he teases you until he decides it's time to play, enjoying your relieved moans when he finally kisses you. Rinse and repeat until a suitable time for sex. With Mutt, he never gets that far before Mutt gets frustrated and kisses him, but he doesn't try to goad him further, just accepts his fate and kisses him back.
You cook, Stretch does dishes. Mutt always tries to help and you both kick him out to rest because he works and you two don't. (Stretch works from home and you're a student)
Mutt gets fidgety when there are guests. He gets fidgety in public, too. Anywhere that you both are interacting with others makes him twitchy, he hates when people touch you at all and he worries that someone may hurt you when you go out without him. You both are pretty good about texting him when you're out and about, to calm his nerves.
You and Stretch have occasionally brought up the subject of collars in front of him, literally in front of him with the two of you discussing collar benefits and the type you'd like to wear. You're just waiting for him to get the courage to ask. He's only scared because he doesn't want you both to resent him for "owning" you.
Stretch is a gift giver. He's constantly doing things or bringing home small trinkets for you and Mutt. Eventually it turned into little collections, almost an inside joke--you have a growing army of sock monkeys and Mutt has anything wolf-related taking up a good corner of your shared room. Eventually you both started getting Stretch bee stuff, as a play on the nickname "honeybee" that you both call him. Your house is colorful that way.
Mutt and Stretch are both very sexually charged, more so than you on most days. Often before you get home from school, they've already worked out their frustrations a few times--Mutt worries about hurting you, especially if he's pent up, so a few rounds with Stretch first is not only enjoyable, but also practical.
Alone time with Stretch is usually soft, quiet evenings spent sharing music and making out, making love. He loves to cuddle and drink tea while watching TV.
Alone time with Mutt is usually an evening in bed, tanric sex and murmured affections. Long breaks between rounds where he will hold you and just talk, holding you close. Towards the end of the night when he starts to get tired he will confess his love over and over, and almost always it ends in a sincerely grateful "thanks for bein' with me, darlin'."
Sometimes Stretch tops, and you get to see Mutt be the biggest fucking brat ever. Stretch handles it flawlessly though, usually by giving you extra attention because you're "being good" until finally Mutt is whining and begging and promising to be good, too.
Mutt and Stretch LOVE to double team you. You're pretty sure they spend their spare time researching different positions for three ways because they alsways have something new they wanna try. They work together flawlessly until you're a puddle on the ground.
Occasionally you and one boy team up against the other. For Stretch, this usually means a night of overstimulation play and handcuffs, but for Mutt it's an overabundance of gentle kisses and praises ad you both touch and worship him. Either way, the target partner is always left in a blissful state.
The boys have a running competition to see who can get to the door first, no matter what, even if they are naked. One time you were enjoying alone time with Mutt and he ported you both downstairs in a sheet to answer the mortified FedEx guy. After that, teleporting was expressly forbidden in the door game
Sometimes you see them cuddling on the couch, deep in quiet conversation and inches away from a kiss. You don't know what they talk about during those times but you leave them alone and soon enough they seek you out for soft kisses and appreciation.
Twice a Month I Fall in Love (24/???)
(Back to posting the drabble parts here before I compile them into a chapter)
(Follows directly after Chapter 8. Read Chapter 8 here)
Stretch had nodded off at some point during the movie.
It was difficult not to, having been happily wrapped around you (in Mutt's body) with skeletal fingertips rubbing gentle circles into his skull. It was one of the perks of being Mutt's fake-boyfriend, that he got to do whatever he wanted with you all day. The kisses by the coat rack had been so sweet and perfect, and since the family had seen it there wasn't much left to hide when he considered being affectionate with you.
So he had been eager to pull you to the couch for some much-needed snuggles, curling up against your borrowed bones and laying his head on your shoulder as you hummed, scratching bone gently against bone as you massaged his coronal sutures. It was nice, so nice, and even though it was one of his favorite movies, his lack of sleep the night before had caught up to him alarmingly fast.
Even better was that in his sleep he had practically wormed his way onto your lap, and the movie had autoplayed into some other series by now as he curled against your massive chest.
It was comforting to be the smaller one, even if only by a little, and there was the added bonus that his outside leg was slung over the lap of your body as well, curled up against the other side of…
Well. That woke him. If your body is asleep, curled up against Mutt's, then…
He glanced up slightly, his question answered when violet eyelights swiveled down to meet his curiously. So yes, you guys had switched back during the late night movie nap, but for some reason Mutt hadn't just shoved him off or woken him, rather continuing the gentle touches as if content to be everybody's big pillow.
Not only had he not just kicked him off, but he wasn't actively teasing him, either. In the light of the television he actually looked...embarrassed? Maybe a little hesitant? If Stretch didn't very obviously see the violet in those sockets he would wonder if it wasn't you in there after all, seeing as Mutt usually only has one mode (lazy smirk) and has never shown hesitance in anything.
"s'is okay?" Mutt asked quietly, when Stretch didn't say anything. He punctuated his question by tracing his fingertips over Stretch's skull, and his sleepy self, so tired from last night's vigil, couldn't resist. He nodded slightly, leaning up into that touch as he laid back on Mutt's shoulder, sockets already drooping shut as the touches lulled him to sleep again.
He probably imagined the soft brush of teeth against his skull as he drifted off, but honestly, even if it was imagined…
...it felt very nice.
He'll have to think more about the Mutt he'd just seen when he wakes up in the morning.
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Mutt took a deep breath, his arms tightening around you both as he pretended to watch the television. Honestly he'd lost track of the story of this show a long time ago, all too hyperfocused on each miniscule movement you and Stretch made in your sleep.
He thought he'd be a little annoyed, waking up with Stretch in his lap, but his weight was actually comforting against his shoulder, and maybe it was because Stretch thought he was snuggling you but he'd never been held quite so dearly, so...careful and gentle. And he'd never had anyone so willingly sprawl across him, not a hint of fear or distaste, and maybe, maybe it was just nice to have you both there, sleeping soundly as if trusting him to protect you.
And maybe he just wanted to keep that, for just a moment longer, which is why he'd not kicked him off but rather resumed the light touches to Stretch's skull.
The touch was at least appreciated by the sleepy skeleton, and even when he roused for a moment and clearly recognized he wasn't cuddling you anymore, for some reason he decided it was still acceptable and that...shouldn't make Mutt so happy, should it?
But the stupid amount of happiness in his soul when he saw the look of surprise and delight on Stretch's sleep-hazed face told him everything he needed to know. The way he'd felt when kissing Stretch through your body earlier today wasn't a fluke or a misfired synapse left over from your own affection for him. No, the only answer was that Mutt was starting to see Stretch the way you did, and maybe his initial diagnosis of "spoiled little shit" had been a little harsh. He could certainly be very pretty when he wanted to be (a point of envy for him, so covered with scars and tall even for a Papyrus) and he was also a fairly talented kisser, it seemed.
Watching Stretch kiss you in his body had been something of a guilty pleasure, and he's watched closely, much more closely than intended, finding himself trying to memorize the view. Perhaps it wasn't out of the question that Mutt's teasing had a grain of truth to it, after all he'd always been a little bit of a narcissist according to the rest of them (an accusation that made him chuckle because, more often than not, he couldn't stand to see his own face in the mirror, not after seeing how it looked on Papyrus and Stretch, perfect unmarred porcelain).
Maybe it wasn't crazy to have a crush on more than one person at a time, especially if those two people seem to be connecting in the way he wants to connect with them. It's literally impossible not to see himself with you and with Stretch, he's watched from the outside as you interacted in his body and he's interacted with you himself. Choosing should seem obvious, upon reflection, but honestly it's the farthest thing from an option.
Whatever was growing between you and Stretch was beautiful, the kind of things his favorite poets write about.
The only problem is, he isn't sure he has a place in it.
To be continued...
Twice a Month I Fall in Love (25/???)
[Last Chapter]
[Back to the beginning]
Mutt yawned as he exited the guest bedroom, taking a moment to glance back at where you were already snuggling close to Zack with little more than a tired noise.
Time for the other one, and he returned to the couch, where Stretch lay snuggled against the pillows, his sweatshirt riding up on his ribs and the light from the TV reflecting off his bones. He shook his head at how far he had managed to sink into the couch in the five minutes it had taken him to get you settled.
"c'mon, boy scout," he mumbled, gently removing him from his pillow prison and lifting him effortlessly into his arms. "time for bed."
Stretch groaned and lolled his head over, nuzzling right into Mutt's collarbone as if magnetized. Mutt huffed out a soft laugh and rolled his eyelights. The both of you were such cuddlebugs, it was a little ridiculous.
Ridiculous, but nice.
He walked slowly, knowing that Stretch wakes a lot easier than you do, and had almost made it to Stretch's room without incident--
"What on earth are you doing?"
He froze at the sound of his brother's voice, the creak of his bedroom door behind him. He turned slowly, giving his brother a lackadaisical grin.
Both of Black's browbones rose hilariously as he caught sight of his violet eyelights, a big tip-off that it was Mutt and not you who was sneaking his double into bed.
Mutt sighed, shifting uncomfortably. "...i can explain."
To his surprise, his brother only chuckled. "Please, like you need to. Just remember that I share a wall with him, I beg you."
"i'm just putting him to bed," Mutt muttered, annoyed.
"Yes, of course," Black said, feigning understanding. He chuckled as Mutt adjusted slightly to flip him off. Then, softly, as he turned to go back into his room: "Remember, brother, you are allowed to be happy. I want you to be happy. And if he is a part of that happiness, then I greatly encourage it."
And with that, his brother left him in the hall, closing the door with a quiet click.
Back to his mission, Mutt gently shouldered Stretch's door open, slipping into the room almost silently. His blankets were already tossed at the foot of the bed, so he just gently set Stretch down, deftly untangling his double's fingers from his own sweatshirt.
He chuckled when Stretch sleepily grabbed at him again. "gettin' a bit clingy, there, honey."
"warm," Stretch grumbled sleepily, clumsy hands searching for him. "come back."
"m'not the little one right now, dumbass," he snorted. "m'just me."
"i know that," Stretch sighed, opening one socket blearily. "so c'mere, you little shit."
"little?" Mutt protested, but leaned closer curiously anyway, sitting on the edge of the bed and planting one arm on the other side of Stretch. "kay, m'here, what now?"
"closer," Stretch insisted, impatiently waving him closer.
Mutt rolled his eyelights and then leaned down a little further, only for Stretch to grab the front of his sweatshirt and drag him the rest of the way on top of him, startling him with a kiss right on the teeth.
He's pretty sure he stopped working for a hot second. "wha--"
"shut up and kiss me," Stretch rumbled beneath him, and Mutt shrugged and obeyed, kissing him hard, pouring all of his confused thoughts and feelings into it because fuck it, it's 4am, what better time to explore your sexuality?
Stretch shuddered beneath him, sliding his hands to cup Mutt's cheekbones as his honeyed tongue tangled with Mutt's smoky-sweet one. Mutt groaned, tasting him, his magic, kissing that damn smug smirk right off his sleepy face.
Okay. He definitely has a crush on Stretch. He definitely wants you both, is that selfish? It seems wrong, to want so many things for himself. But kissing Stretch doesn't feel wrong. In fact, it feels pretty damn good, even if it's only because he teased him about it when you were switched.
Finally they both drew away, almost reluctant, an air of confused acceptance and genuine glee settling over them both.
"the fuck was that for?" Mutt asked, wide sockets surveying Stretch as he lay beneath him.
"for science," Stretch admitted. "conclusion: you're a good kisser in any body."
Mutt hummed, considering that answer. He had told Stretch he only had one last corner of the body-switch square to conquer and well, he didn't think he'd actually act on it.
"your method is poor," Mutt said finally. "you've only run the experiment once."
"could fix that?" Stretch offered, quirking a browbone up at him, smirking again.
Mutt shrugged, leaning back down to kiss him again. "well, i'd hate to ruin your research."
To Be Continued...
So the comments on the most recent TAMIFIL update are fire and if I'm honest Disaster Bisexual Stretch™ is slowly becoming my favorite interpretation of Stretch
Twice a Month I Fall in Love Ch. 8: Complicated/Tag Team/Different
It's nice to hang out, the three of you.
Mutt can't resist teasing Stretch a little more.
There's something about the two of you.
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Some stuuuuuuuuff for you all! I hope you enjoy, I wanted to tease Stretch since he spent so much of the last chapter in control~
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