Multiversal Star - Masculine Reader

Mood Swinger

Chapter Thirteen

"Shhh... it's okay." Cross cooed, letting M/n sob into his jacket.

M/n let out a frustrated grunt as the hot tears fell from his eyes. His wrist was now in excruciating pain from the push-ups he'd been doing earlier. God, why was he such a fucking idiot?

M/n's body shaked as he sobbed, his hands gripping Cross' winter jacked tightly.

Cross rubbed M/n's back, hushing at him and slowly rocking back and forth, trying to calm him down.

"What's the matter?" He whispered to the boy.

"Dunno," M/n hiccuped, sniffling through his tears.

"Something happen while I was gone?"

M/n pulled away to look at him. Tears were still steadily streaming down his now red and puffy face. Cross was blurry. M/n could just barely make out the red lightning bolt scar under his eye.

Cross stared back at the red-faced boy. The look M/n was giving him made his SOUL (or at least what was left of it) ache. Carefully and gently, Cross picked M/n up and walked to the couch, sitting down with him.

"You look so tired.... d'you wanna nap?" He asked quietly.

"N...no..." M/n mumbled, trying to blink away his tears.

"Are you sure?" Cross asked again.

M/n pouted and looked at Cross.

"...only if you stay."

The tenderness in M/n's voice had Cross feeling like he needed to be with M/n 24/7. Cross nodded and leaned back against the arm of the couch, letting M/n adjust to whatever way he wanted to lay down.

M/n hesitated, but opted for laying on top of him. He rested his head on Cross' ribcage, letting his arms rest by his sides. M/n could hear Cross' soul start beating fast. The tears welling from M/n's eyes finally dried, but he was still hiccuping and red in the face.

Cross' skull lit up purple.

Oh.

His eyelights flickered out, leaving his sockets dark. He gently rested his arms around M/n's back, hoping that it would help him calm down.

"Frisk and Sans are worried. they miss you." Cross whispered. "...M/n?"

When Cross didn't get a response, his eyelights returned, and he looked down at him, concerned.

"M/n?"

Oh. He was already asleep.

Cross closed his eyesockets and sighed deeply, resting the back of his skull on the arm of the couch. Fuck, this felt weird. The feeling of M/n's bodyweight laying on him, the feeling of M/n's breath hitting his neck bones.

What the shit was going on?

It's not like Cross wasn't uncomfortable, but why did he feel... at ease? He felt like having this human laying ontop of him, asleep, was right. Like he finally found missing pieces of a puzzle.

M/n shifted against Cross, turning his head so his face was pressed directly against his ribcage. Cross gently rubbed M/n's back.

"It's okay, N/n. I got ya. You're safe with me." Cross whispered to the sleeping boy.

"Cross, you are such a fucking weirdo." Killer whispered loudly, walking by the couch and staring at the two. "Gay ass fucker."

Cross focused a nasty glare on Killer's face, a scowl etching across his skull. Killer's empty eyesockets narrowed, and he just stuck his tongue out.

A few hours later, Cross had carefully moved away from M/n. He covered the boy up with his jacket, though, so he could keep warm. It was odd. Cross felt odd. He didn't want to leave M/n alone on the couch, he wanted to stay with him. But he couldn't, he had a mission, he had to leave.

Cross stared at the h/c boy, still fast asleep on the couch, covered by his big winter coat.

"What the shit." Cross grunted to himself, turning his back and leaving.

"There's got to be something wrong with him." Killer said to himself, from the top of the stairs, watching as Cross left.

Killer stared blankly at M/n's sleeping form on the couch, his eyesockets narrowed curiously.

Groaning, Killer stood from the top stair and stretched before warping himself behind the couch. He leaned over it, trying to figure out what Cross was so attached to. This was just some random, pathetic human guy.

Killer stared at M/n for a good ten minutes before he gave up on figuring out what was so special about him.

M/n was literally just a human with short h/c hair, s/c skin and light pink lips. And a nasty attitude. His nasty attitude was the only thing that remotely interested Killer.

Killer walked around the couch, stopping when he stood in front of M/n. He crouched down to be eye-level with the sleeping boy. A cruel grin made its way onto Killer's skull as he thought of something.

Killer leaned in close and tilted his head.

"Wakey, wakey, N/nnnnn~" He whispered eerily, making M/n shift.

"Cross...?" M/n muttered, rubbing his eyes and blinking away the sleep.

"Mmhnmm, nope! It's just lil' ol' meee!"

M/n opened his eyes and gasped, sitting up and throwing a terrified punch at Killer. The skeleton hadn't been expecting that, and he fell back with an angry shout.

"What the fuck was that for?!"

"Why the fuck were you watching me sleep?!" M/n shouted, his voice cracking.

Killer grunted, wiping away the blood that was now dripping from his nasal bone.  M/n had hit him pretty hard.

Despite being creeped the hell out and anxious, M/n suddenly felt bad for hurting Killer. The skeleton had deserved it for being weird and watching him sleep, but he felt bad.

"Shit.. I'm sorry-"

Killer shrunk back, raising a hand to hit M/n back when the boy got closer. M/n gave him a look and grabbed him by the skull, looking closely at Killer's nose.

"What-"

M/n gently swiped his thumb underneath his nasal bone, wiping away the little bit of blood that was still there.

"It's not that bad... Still, I'm sorry-"

Killer just stared at him.