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anubisfarm · 6 months ago

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Unethical || Harvey

Synopsis - It's time for your first Pap Smear Test with Doctor Harvey when something unexpected and unethical happens.

Warnings - NSFW.

Word Count - 2.8k.

{Caffeinate Me}

You had been in Pelican Town for just over a year now and during that time you had become increasingly close with the town’s local doctor, Harvey. Throughout the week you would bring his favourite gifts of coffee and pickles into his office, forcing the older man to fall head over heels in love with you relatively quickly. He would never pass up an opportunity to be by your side, whether it was as a friend, or as your doctor. Today though, he was your doctor. It was time for your yearly health check-up and, in fact. Was time for your first Pap Smear Test. Although you knew the examination was necessary to check for potential cancer cells, you were still dreading it. Your friends and family alike had told you that the procedure could be slightly painful and uncomfortable which only added to your already existing anxieties.

As you approached the clinic your heart was thumping so loud against your chest that you swore other villagers passing by could hear it. You stood outside the clinic and took a few deep breaths before entering, only to be greeted with Maru’s friendly face. “Ah! There you are, just in time! Doctor Harvey is waiting for you in his office.”

You offered Maru a weak smile and nodded, “thanks Maru.”

You slumped your way down the hall to Harvey’s office, all while trying to stop yourself from bolting out of the clinic with every step you took. After what felt like an eternity, you reached the door and after another deep breath you knocked. A faint ‘come in’ sounded from the opposite side of the door and you slowly opened it, peering your head around the corner. Harvey was smiling at you already. “Y/N, it’s lovely to see you,” he greeted, motioning for you to enter his office further.

“It’s lovely to see you too Harvey, although I wish the circumstances were different,” you mumbled, stepping further into the room.

Harvey looked at you sympathetically and smiled. “You’re in good hands here Y/N, you’ve nothing to fear.”

“You know hospitals make me nervous,” you said as you sat down in the chair opposite his desk. Immediately you began tapping your foot on the floor anxiously, which didn’t go unnoticed by Harvey.

He typed some notes up on his computer before turning his attention to you once again. “I know it’s easier said than done but please try not to be nervous. I’m here to help you and ensure that everything is fine with your health.”

You trusted Harvey with your life as both your friend and doctor, but still you couldn’t shake the nerves you were feeling about the Pap Smear examination. Your lips pressed into a thin line before you finally managed to stammer out, “w-will it hurt?”

“I’m not going to lie to you Y/N, I’ve heard it can be quite uncomfortable but it will only last a few moments and I’ll do my best to make you as comfortable as possible,” he paused and offered you a reassuring smile. “Now, whenever you’re ready you can step behind that screen there and remove the bottom half of your clothes.”

You looked at the screen a few feet away from his desk and nodded. For a few seconds, your feet reused to move but eventually you stood up from the chair and walked behind the screen. You looked around the small section of the room and noticed there was a hospital bed and next to it, a small station sink with a cabinet underneath it. The hospital bed had been made up for you, a small paper-like blanket had been folded neatly on the bed for you to cover your bottom half up. With a sharp exhale, you tucked your thumbs under the waistband of your trousers and underwear, pulling them down to your ankles in one fell swoop. You stepped out of your trousers and lay yourself down on the bed, grabbing the paper-like blanket to cover what remaining dignity you had left. Finally, after a few seconds of deliberating if this was really worth the embarrassment, you called out to Harvey. “I’m ready.”

Harvey walked behind the screen and pulled a small wheeling cart with him. Once he was behind the screen, he put on a pair of transparent gloves and flexed his fingers. “If you could bend your knees up for me please and put them together.” He sat down at the end of the bed before looking at you. “I’m going to lift this sheet and take a look, okay?” You nodded your head in understanding as your face flushed with embarrassment.

Meanwhile on the other side of the situation, Harvey’s heart was racing. He couldn’t help but feel slightly perverted as he slowly lifted up the sheet, revealing your exposed pussy to him. Harvey couldn’t believe he was actually seeing you, up close and personal. Harvey bit his bottom lip as he inspected your pussy, his mouth practically watering at the sight. When Harvey never spoke, you whispered to him. “Is everything okay?”

He cleared his throat before answering you. “Y-Yeah. Everything is fine.” Then, he stood up and made his way over to the small stationed sink next to the bedside and reached into the cabinet underneath it. “I’m just grabbing some lubricant. It’ll be a lot easier to insert the speculum if you’re… well, lubed up.”

“Speculum?” You asked softly, looking at Harvey as he squeezed some of the transparent, odourless liquid onto his fingers.

“Yes, speculum. That’s the name of this tool I’ll be using today,” Harvey nodded his head towards the wheeling cart and the instrument located on it. He then returned to his place at the end of the bed, between your legs and let out a silent, deep breath. “This might feel a little cold, but it will only last a second.” With that warning, and a nod of your head in understanding, Harvey pressed two fingers against your entrance quickly. A soft gasp left your lips at the cooling sensation and you felt yourself clench slightly as Harvey retracted his fingers. At your gasp, the older man felt his heart skip several beats and a varying number of inappropriate thoughts flashed through his mind. Harvey tripped to keep his now throbbing cock at bay as he looked at your glistening pussy and he swore a bit of saliva fell from the corner of his mouth and onto his lap. Shaking his head lightly, Harvey grabbed the speculum from the small medical table he had wheeled in with him.

“That looks like a torture device,” you said with a nervous chuckle, looking down at the speculum in Harvey’s hand.

“It does look scary, but I promise it’s not as bad as you’re thinking. It won’t be pleasant, but it won’t be unbearably painful either.” You nodded your head once again in response and sucked in a deep breath as Harvey placed the speculum at your entrance. “I’m going to push it in now, okay?”

“O-Okay,” you whispered. Without hesitation, Harvey pushed the lubricated speculum inside you, ripping yet another gasp from your throat. He opened the speculum and looked inside, taking note of the things he needed to do before grabbing a swab and taking a sample.

After a few seconds of an uncomfortable feeling, Harvey slowly pulled the speculum from you. “There. All done.” Harvey looked up from between your legs and offered you a weak smile and placed the speculum off to the side for sterilisation once you had left his office.

“Done?” You asked, letting out a breath you had been holding in and sighed, your legs collapsing flat onto the bed and covering yourself with the thin paper-like blanket yet again. You looked at Harvey and offered him a weak smile before your eyes casted down to his little ‘problem’ between his legs. The colour drained from Harvey’s face when he saw your gaze downcast to his crotch and he immediately began to stammer out a sentence.

“I-I didn’t mean to - I couldn’t help it - I just-”

“Harvey, it’s okay,” you whispered softly, propping yourself up on your elbows. “I may just be a farmer, but I know the basics of human sex organs. You don’t have to be a doctor to understand that.”

“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable,” Harvey mumbled, playing with his fingers that rested gently on his lap.

“Uncomfortable? “ You asked him quizzically.

“Well, yes,” Harvey adjusted his glasses awkwardly as he shifted down in his seat. “It’s not professional at all and it’s extremely unethical.”

Your brain didn’t even get a chance to process the words before you blurted out, “do you need some help?” Your eyes widened as soon as the sentence left your lips and so did Harvey’s. Had he heard you right? To save face, you just allowed yourself to continue talking. “You know… Do you need me to help you get rid of your erection?”

“Y/N!” Harvey managed to stammer out, his face now bright red from shame and embarrassment.

“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about Harvey,” you whispered softly. “It’s natural.”

“Thank you for being so… Understanding,” Harvey mumbled softly.

“So,” you whispered out softly, a teasing grin on your lips. “Do you want some help or not?” Harvey hesitated, unsure of what to say or do. On one hand, he wanted you so badly. The sight of your pussy alone had nearly pushed him to orgasm. On the other hand, he didn’t want to ruin possibly the only real friendship he had in Pelican Town. It took a few seconds of awkward silence before Harvey finally nodded a ‘yes’ in response to your question. You sat up, the paper-like blanket falling from your lap, and pulled him down on top of you so both of his hands were resting on either side of your head. Harvey gazed down at you with a look of longing in his eyes and slowly, he inched his face towards yours until your lips were placed firmly against his. The kiss was clumsy and it was clear to you at that moment that this man had limited experience when it came to women, if any. His tongue ran over your bottom lip in a desperate attempt to wriggle its way into your mouth, but teasingly, you kept your lips pressed together. Harvey let out a needy whimper and a simple ‘please’ left his lips. Sighing dreamily, you parted your lips and allowed Harvey’s tongue to delve into your mouth with such an eagerness you don’t think you had ever experienced. Your hands quickly began to unbuckle his trousers, feeling his straining erection pushing almost painfully against them. “Harvey,” you whispered softly against his lips, pulling his trousers and underwear down to his knees, allowing his cock to spring free. For someone so shy and anxious, you never expected him to be as large as he was, his cock was thick and veiny and heavily pressing against your exposed heat.

“Y/N,” Harvey gasped. He felt the wetness of your cunt slick the side of his cock as he bucked his hips up against you desperately. “Can I put it in? Please.” How could you deny him when he begged so deliciously. You nodded your head and Harvey immediately jumped for joy, slicking the tip of his cock up your wet folds before slowly inching himself in. A gasp ripped from his throat as he fully sheathed himself inside of you, halting for a moment to allow you to adjust to his length. “Oh… You’re so tight.”

“Harvey,” you whined out, bucking your hips up against his in a desperate attempt to get him to start moving.

With clumsy thrusts, Harvey begins to move against you. His hands still rested next to your head, keeping himself upright as he moved against you slowly. Harvey was adamant he had never felt anything better than your pussy wrapped around his cock, adamant that there was no better feeling in the world that could compare. As his hips snapped against yours, Harvey’s lips met yours in a frantic kiss and a soft moan left him. “Yoba, Y/N,” he grunted against your lips. His moustache tickled your top lip, but it only seemingly added to the pleasure you were feeling. Moan after moan left your lips, as your legs wrapped around his waist to pull him ever closer to you. “You’re so wet for me. It’s intoxicating.”

“Mhm,” you nod your head, trying to keep as quiet as you could. After all, you were in the doctor's office. Harvey kissed down your lips, to your jaw until he reached the sweet spot on your neck. He immediately began sucking on the tender flesh of your throat as soft noises left your mouth. This only spurred him on more, and soon he was leaving big red hickey’s along your neck. The pleasure only intensified when Harvey angled your hips so he could reach deeper inside of you. You were right on the edge. “Harvey, I’m going to cum,” you moaned out softly as your hands made their way to your clit, rubbing harsh and quick circles on the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Cum for me sweetheart,” Harvey moaned out as he felt the walls of your cunt contract around him, gripping his cock like a vice. Just as he had said those words, your orgasm rippled through you like a tidal wave. Your legs tightened around his waist before going slack, shaking with the pleasure you felt as Harvey continued to thrust against you haphazardly. As he felt you contract around him, Harvey knew that he would follow close behind, his breathing increased rapidly as his hips sped up of their own accord. “Where do you want me?” He asked breathlessly.

“Inside, please, inside,” you begged pathetically, your body still shaking from your release.

Harvey didn’t even think about the potential consequences. Instead, he took your begging as consent and immediately, his orgasm ripped through him from the sound of your begging, mixed with your tight heat wrapped around him. “Oh my,” Harvey groaned out as his entire body shook with ecstasy. His hips spluttered against yours as rope after rope shot from his cockhead and his head fell back, mouth open wide with pleasure. “I love you,” he whimpered as his hips thrusted against you a few more times before finally stilling.

Your eyes were wide at his admission, but you couldn’t deny that your heart was beating rapidly against your chest. “I love you too,” you whispered back, causing Harvey to stiffen at your words. He couldn’t believe that the words had slipped past his lips, but then again, he couldn’t believe any of this had happened.

After a few seconds of silence, Harvey spoke up as he propped himself up above you so he could look down at you. “You do?”

You nodded your head eagerly, a sweet smile playing on your lips. “Yes.”

Harvey felt his heart skip a few beats at your words and a blush covered his face when he realised he was softening inside of you. He leaned down to kiss you once again, muttering against your lips. “I love you so much.”

You kissed back when there was a knock on Harvey’s office door followed by Maru’s voice. “Doctor Harvey, your next patient is here to see you.”

Harvey pulled his lips away from yours and groaned before calling back, “be right out!” Maru’s footsteps walked away from the door and Harvey finally pulled out of your sticky cunt with a low whine before whispering to you, “will I see you again?”

You watched him quizzically as he pulled his trousers and underwear back up around his hips. “Why wouldn’t you?” You asked eventually after a few seconds of watching him. Harvey shrugged slightly and rubbed his moustache awkwardly. You grinned at him. “Come by my farm tonight after work, okay?”

“What for?” Harvey asked, tilting his head as it was now his turn to watch you get your bottom-half dressed.

“Just… trust me, okay?” You said with a smile. Harvey nodded his head and returned your smile before walking over to you and wrapping his arms around your waist and nuzzling his face into your neck, inhaling your scent with a contented sigh.

“I’ll see you later then,” he whispered before placing a soft kiss on your cheek. “Now, I have to get back to work.”

“I’ll see you later, Doctor,” you whispered, giving him a nod before turning on your heels to walk out of the door.

You bid goodbye to Maru as you left the clinic and made your way back to the farm. Smiling to yourself, you tended to the farm and your animals, something that you were too anxious to do earlier. As you moved you felt Harvey’s spend trickle down your thigh, a constant reminder of what had happened at your appointment. Your heart skipped a few beats and you had to pinch yourself for the moment to feel real in your mind. You couldn’t wait for that evening, to see Harvey again in the comfort of your own home with no time limit. Maybe he’d even spend the night… Who knew what would happen, only time would tell.

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youracebuddy · 4 months ago

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This is my first fanfiction that I’m proud of enough to publish, and I hope you enjoy it! A quick disclaimer: I don’t know much about Outertale, so please excuse me if it isn’t very accurate.

I also posted this on AO3, if you are interested! :3

Sans x Reader- Outertale

-Drifting through space-

It was a rather normal, bland day in the grand universe. The stars had to be documented and explored, the spaceship needed to be refueled, and you needed to go stop off at Grillby’s to get some lunch. It was just as lively as ever there- with the patrons huddled together in their little cliques, talking about their newest discoveries and adventures- with all of the regulars in their respective spots. And as usual, he was there. It was a bit silly to admit, but over time, you had grown fond of Sans. You developed a love for his god-awful space jokes and puns, which always seemed to cheer you up after a long day. You fell in love with how his eyelights seemed to glimmer at the mere thought of the universe, and how he absolutely loved to tell you everything about his job. It seemed you couldn’t go a day without him telling you about a brand new star, planet, or constellation. Last but certainly not least, you loved him. Sure, he liked to joke around and push your buttons sometimes. But below the surface was a kind, hopeful, and intelligent skeleton- that would do anything for the people that he loved.

Your body seemed to move on its own, quickly maneuvering through the lunch rush and delivering you right to him. With not a second to spare, you sat down… only to be met with the familiar sound of a whoopee cushion. Sans’ head instantly perked up at the sound, a playful smile lazily spread across his skull. “ah, the good old whoopee cushion on the seat trick. sorry about that buddy, that was for paps. but, he must be busy fighting aliens or somethin’ now.” He mused, grinning more at the thought. It wasn’t too hard to picture papyrus as a space cop, as he did always want to help others. “although, knowing how he is, he’s probably just giving them a slap on the wrist and some spaghetti. he can’t stay mad at anyone for too long.” Your thoughts were practically read aloud as he spoke, making you shoot him a bewildered look. He simply shrugged, and allowed you to speak up. “Are you sure that he never stays angry at anyone for too long? What about that time where you wouldn’t clean your socks out of your spaceship for a whole month?” You inquired, reaching out and gently poking his nasal cavity. He simply batted away your hand, another chuckle escaping his perma-smile as he did so. “anyways, what’s up with you today? you look like someone told you that you need to actually work for once.” And there it was again: his attention to detail. It came in handy when repairing a rocket ship or computer together, but really put you in a downside in just about any other situation. You stumbled over your words for a moment, before spitting out what was on your mind. “Ihavetogotoandjumptoaplanetbutidontwanttodealwiththat-“ You were quickly cut off by sans, a confused glimmer in his eyelights. “whoah, hold on there, pal. i can’t tell what you’re sayin’ when you talk that fast. care to slow down a bit?” He spoke, laughing in a lighthearted manner at your shenanigans. You took a deep breath to calm your nerves, and slowed down to properly explain yourself. “You see… Undyne told me that my job today is to explore a nearby planet, and to make sure that the ecosystem is doing alright. But, it’s close enough where it would be a waste of rocket fuel to go there by rocket. So, I’ll have to just jump there and wait for gravity to do its thing.” “and?” He inquired, giving you a knowing look. “if it was that easy, wouldn’t you have already done it?” You sighed at his words, silently cursing yet again that he was so inquisitive. After a moment of hesitation, you spoke up again. “Well… you see… I’m afraid of floating out in space.” After you finished talking, you waited with bated breath for him to laugh. It was such a ridiculous fear to have when you worked in space, and were constantly exposed to it. But, he didn’t make a sound. Instead, a gloved hand placed on your own pulled you out of your self-deprecating thoughts.

You instantly looked over, wondering if you had hallucinated the sensation. But, to your surprise, he had his hands gently cupped around your own, with his expression almost… sympathetic? “pal. it’s alright. everyone is scared of something, and it’s nothing to be ashamed about.” Your brain came to a halt at his words, almost immediately putting an end to your negative thoughts. You opened your mouth to try and speak, but all that came out was a mumbled ‘thank you…’. You slowly wrapped your hands around his in return, finding comfort in the familiar warmth of his gloves. He tightened his grip on your hands, as if worried that you would pull away. “hey… i’m scared of some things too. i’m terrified of putting away my socks- it chills me to the bone.” “SANS!” You yelped, letting out a few snorts at just how bad the puns were. “Of course you would say that…” You murmured, unable to keep a hint of affection from slipping through your tone. He seemed to notice this, as his expression softened along with your own. “alright. i know i never do this, but I’m going to be serious for a moment, alright?” You were going to make a snarky remark at his words, but his serious expression stopped you in your tracks. He slowly pulled your hands towards his chest, placing them over his soul. “look. i know that it’s scary, hell, i was scared of it at some point,” He chuckled at the memory, his smile widening further. “papy had to throw me into space at one point. it wasn’t pretty, to say the least. ever hear me scream into the abyss of space? a-anyways, back on topic.” He muttered, clearing his non-existent throat. “look. it’s not a perfect idea, but how about i come with you? it’s certainly a lot better than being thrown into space, though. well, i could always do that if you wished-“ “NO, I’m good!” You spoke up, chuckling sheepishly. You carefully slipped one of your hands out of his comforting grip, and brought it up to his cheek. It was cool to the touch, and surprisingly… squishy? You couldn’t help but to feel it for a moment, lost in curiosity and completely forgetting about why you held his cheek in the first place. It must have been why he was able to be so expressive, despite having no skin or muscle in the first place. But, you were quickly pulled out of your thoughts when a soft blue blush started to spread across his cheekbones. You could feel your own cheeks burning in embarrassment, and you decided to speak up and hopefully stop anything from escalating further. “T-Thank you. It means a lot to me to know that I’m not alone, especially in the cold, empty void of space.” You muttered, voice shaking sightly in embarrassment. You quickly removed your hand from his cheek, not finding the strength to look him in the eyes. “I’ll owe you so much ketchup for this…” You mumbled, feeling your heart ease at the sound of sans’ light, gentle laugh. “hey, i was planning on doing it for free. but being paid is pretty good too, especially if ketchup is on the table.” He mused, seemingly excited by the idea. He slowly stood up beside you, waiting for you to lead the way. Surprisingly, he offered you his hand to lead him. “i know i’m not exactly the gentlemanly type, but how about i hold your hand on the way there? don’t want you to get cold feet, after all.” He teased, his smile quickly turning smug. You were quick to accept his offer, which only made him all the more pleased. But, he held his tongue, and decided against flustering you further. After a quick walk out of Grillby’s and a few confused glances from the diners, you were whisked back out into the familiar emptiness of space. But, what you walked into was nothing like you had ever seen before. In the short amount of time you had been inside of the diner, countless shooting stars decided to make their appearance and dance across the cosmos.

They shot through the black abyss, leaving shimmering trails of stardust in their wake. The previously inky abyss that laid before them was now packed to the brim with color, with patches of bold turquoise, gentle lavender, and noble gold scattered as far as the eye could see. They pranced and twirled across the cosmos in a slow, ethereal dance, lulling the universe into a state of bliss. You tried to say something- ANYTHING- but you were stripped of your words. When you managed to tear your eyes away from the spectacle above, they latched back onto the familiar figure of Sans. His skull was tilted up to the spectacle above, illuminated by the countless shades of stardust. After what seemed to feel like an eternity, he turned back to you, his smile wider than you had ever seen it before. His eyelights shimmered with an almost childlike sense of wonder, glowing almost as bright as the stars above. Without a second thought, he leaped into the symphony of color above, and pulled you up along with him. Your body was flung into shock at the sudden loss of gravity, and by a primal instinct, you clung to the closest thing that you could. In this case, that ‘thing’ was Sans. After your thoughts of panic cleared your brain, you were quick to notice that you were holding onto something that was… soft? With one quick glance up, you realized that you had practically engulfed sans in your arms when you were sent into a panic. You hurriedly pried yourself off of his form, and held onto him by the shoulders. But before you could apologize for your actions, his expression snapped you out of your thoughts. His eyelights had completely vanished from his eyesockets, and his cheekbones were once more dusted with a deep shade of cobalt blue. Concerned, you yet again moved one of your hands up to his cheek, and cupped the side of his soft, cool face. He brought his gloved hand back up to his face, and gingerly placed his phalanges atop of your own. His eyelights slowly came back into focus, and settled back down on your own eyes.

He spoke, his voice barely above a whisper, as he knew that his voice would shake if he spoke any louder. “you sure do know how to make a skeleton flustered, don’t ya…? well, i can’t exactly say that I don’t mind it.” He mumbled, letting out a soft, embarrassed chuckle. “but hey- if it helps you with your fear, feel free to hold me all you like. it’s a lot better than screaming my ears off.” “You don’t even have ears.” You mumbled through a small pout, but were quick to accept his offer for the millionth time. You gently wrapped your arms back around him, and glanced up to look at your surroundings once more. You were slowly drifting off into space, with grillby’s already a long ways away. You were instantly filled with panic at the sight, but your heart eased once more when a gloved hand slowly placed itself under your chin, and gingerly pulled your face back to meet the soft eyelights that you had yearned to gaze into since you first had the honor of looking upon them. His voice was soft, as if he was genuinely trying to comfort you, and not pull your leg. “hey. just keep your eyes on me, and you can look back out to the stars when you feel like it.” He murmured, gloved hand keeping your head in place. You nodded, refusing to look anywhere but his comforting, soft pupils. Your body eased once more, leaving you wondering if you would melt into his embrace and drip across the cosmos. For once in your time in space, you felt safe. Protected. As you kept your eyes trained on his own, your heart slowly soaked with the familiar, fuzzy feeling that you had when he crossed your mind. It always made you feel like you were back in school all those years back, fantasizing about silly little scenarios- which were a lot like what was currently going on- and reading cheesy romance novels. Just as usual, you couldn’t seem to get enough of him. But, your heart yearned for more. It, no, YOU wanted to bring him all of the joy in the world, no matter how long it would take. Without a second thought, you leaned towards him with half-lidded eyes, and placed your lips against his teeth. In this single moment, you finally gathered up the courage to do the one thing that you wanted to do since you first had the honor of laying your eyes upon Sans. Sure, he may not be the most perfect man… but he is to you, and that’s all that matters. When the reality of what you just did managed to pierce its way into the blissful fog of your love-struck mind, you quickly broke the ‘kiss’, overcome with embarrassment. Despite your guilty, flustered state, you managed to croak out an apology, not daring to look him in the eye. “O-oh my god, I’m so sorry. I-I just got lost in the moment, and-“ When the same teeth that you kissed gently pressed against your lips in return, your mind came to a crashing halt. Your eyes fluttered closed along with his own, sheer euphoria flooding through your veins. Despite the fact that he didn’t have lips to kiss in the first place, it was still more warm and comforting than you ever could have imagined. It lasted for what felt like an eternity, but was still too short when it stopped. Sans was the one to break the ‘kiss’, a goofy, lovestruck smile painted across his face. “i don’t even have lips to kiss with, you goofball.” He whispered, causing the two of you to burst into a chorus of giggles.

Needlessly to say, Undyne wasn’t the happiest to learn that you were out canoodling -in a chaste manner- with your new boyfriend instead of checking up on the planet like you were supposed to. She still teases you about it to this day, whenever she spots the two of you sticking to each other like glue.

If you made it this far, I just wanted to say THANK YOU! I’ve wanted to share my work for a while now, and even if this makes one person happy, it would make writing this whole thing worthwhile! If you have any questions or comments, feel free to, well, comment!

#outertale #undertale #sans x you #sans x reader #first kiss #hand holding #hugs #sorry if this makes no sense

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raynewritingdownthoughts · 2 years ago

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sat mar 25th, 2023

rainy day and i’m really enjoying margaret by lana so much. the way she says the first couple of lines gives me goosebumps. it just reminds me of how i feel sometimes. like oh god here we go, let’s see how this goes.

alex said i looked good today when he brought over my hot chocolate. he’s always so kind to me. he’s a lot younger but i feel like he’s the kind of guy that would be good for me. someone who just oozes kindness and has been through a lot but isn’t warped. i guess i can’t really know what he’s like, but he feels warm. it’s easy to feel how people are in how they interact, even the basics. i don’t really love wearing makeup and i don’t wear much but i often feel like i’m treated better when i do… sigh

i had a lot of dreams last night that i’ve forgotten. before i fell asleep i thought about how cozy i was with ado. i miss the feeling of being held a bit. not by him specifically. ah. it would be good for me to never see him again. i do wonder.. will it? i hope i’ll be okay. in fact, i know i will be. shaken up doesn’t mean that it’s going to affect me that much. life is so like this. it’s so much!

yesterday was so pleasant because both victoria came in and nancy. both of them give me so much energy. i get so excited. she ended up taking a pic of me when she was leaving the store. and invited me to a concert tonight. maybe i’ll go? can’t quite decide. i feel like i need to keep focusing on myself so i don’t get lost in others. don’t want to attach to this person who probably would be averse to it. but honestly, i respect other peoples’ boundaries so well. i’m mostly in need of protecting my own.

time goes by. i stand. i sit. i remember. it’s been almost 5 months alone. 9 months alone was my longest. a year alone seems like the right timeline for now. i’m not ready for anyone. i want to be ready and be the full loving person i know i am. i’m already improving so much and being so vulnerable with my friends and new friends. currie and i, as well as me, ezra, and ryan, have the healthiest relationships i’ve ever had. actual trust, actual closeness. it took time. i have had moments where i demonized and wanted to run away, but i haven’t.

as for morgan, i notice my resentfulness. i send her responses and she can’t return any comment. she sends me stuff and i respond back but i feel myself not truly feeling like doing it. because my needs aren’t being met. and like i’ve come to notice, my expectations have been like -1. we’ll see. i’m going to talk to her when we hang out. state again that i need commitment when it comes to friendship. i want to be interacted with. not just someone you send a few things to do and that’s it.

work is going fine and next next week i’m going to ask for both a raise and for tips to be add to cut flower purchases.

a little bothered that my gyno didn’t test for hpv. that’s literally the reason i wanted a pap smear… so i sent a message to her. if she doesn’t get back, i’ll call. health is a priority.

i want to make another paper cutout tonight. actually watch a movie. do yoga. i don’t think i would actually enjoy a concert tonight. also, depends on price… i’ll think about it.

happy to be alive. i’m doing it.

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oneoftheprettynerds · 4 years ago

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Misplaced Theatrics: Dark! Chris Evans x Reader

A/N: Hi lovely people! Surprise! I know I said no fics till July but my exam dates literally shifted the next day lol. My most important paper is still scheduled to be on 1st August but hopefully it will shift too. Until that happens, my June and July are still scheduled to be super busy but I’ll try to update LaCs and also share this brand new series I’m in love with! Meanwhile take care cookies, I’m sorry I have a tendency to ramble. Also this my first time writing RPF so be kind.

Warning: Non-Con, RPF, Breaking and Entering. IF THIS OFFENDS YOU, DO NOT ENGAGE.

Genres + Characters: Acting AU/RPF.

Summary: You realise too late that the lines between acting and reality have blurred between you and your co-star.

Word count: 3.5K

Another bouquet of roses, another bunch of stuffed animals, a sweatshirt, one of his sweatshirts that he had been seen wearing in public all the time. Your eyes scrunched as you found a mauve velvet box this time, eyes widening at the brand’s name, Tiffany and Co.

You opened the box, your eyes finding the most gorgeous piece of jewelry you’ve ever laid eyes on, perhaps the most expensive one too; a necklace laced with diamonds, both white and blue.

This was too much.

Emptying the entire box, you kept the articles aside and folded the box so it occupied less space and slid it over one of the cabinets. You knew the pap outside had stopped the delivery chap and was now bombarding him with questions which he’d so happily answer. The sender and the contents and whatnot.

This was a PR stunt after all, a means to promote your movie.

You were starring in the upcoming movie, “Secret of the College Dorm” with the one and only Chris Evans, both of you the protagnists. Being relatively new, you were excited to make your debut with the talented artist and to be in a movie whose storyline you actually liked.

For the plot, you were both University students whose worlds collided when your common tormentor, his douchebag competitor and your sexually frustrated, not-so-secret admirer committed suicide. The whole campus fell for the staged letter and crime scene but not you two who somehow came together and solved the mystery but not without romance blossoming between you two.

You had refused to do any nude scenes for the relationship development scenes, aware of the never-ending repercussions of the internet, especially for a female. However, the plot the audience would require the steamy romance and so, there was really heavy making-out and under the sheets stuff between you and Evans, a lot of it actually.

Evans was such a good actor and you swore he got lost in the feels, in the moment so very often that you might have believed him to be your lover from the third person’s POV if you didn’t know the truth yourself. A little harmless touching even went under the sheets, off camera but it was all acting, right?

However, with each new release of a still of the steamy scenes, the media went outrageous. And when a behind the scenes photo of him blowing air into your burning eyes went viral, the people went crazy over the photo that looked like a kiss to your forehead when taken from behind him and without any context. The support for the beloved actor’s love life was overwhelming, and despite the hate some people had to give, you were actually surprised by the appreciation of his large fan base. However, you had to correct the media and every attempt of yours to do so was seen as deflection to avoid questions about the relationship.

Your worry about the issue which surprisingly did not bother Chris, was solved by your director who told you to go along with it and use it as an advertising tool, about how people and the critics actually loved to see established couples in romance movies, how people could feel the chemistry through the screen. When he argued that your acting was off-the-charts and so unbelievably real, you gave in to both the men, mind a stuttering mess.

Chris was built like a Greek God, had the manners of one and was so supportive the entire time. Hearing praise from such an esteemed artist made your mind go haywire, and the fact you got such a beautiful and charming man as your make -believe boyfriend was cherry on top. You see, you had to give in when this polite hunk of muscle asked.

Then began the media spotting and some PDA; you didn’t overfeed the media with content, just enough that it was believable and how you were just being caught off-guard every time.

Chris loved to spoil you with gifts and dates and you were worried about the lengths he went to and how much money he spent for a PR stunt. Dare you say, you felt slightly jealous of his future significant other. If he crossed oceans just for you, he might travel through planets for them.

But this is where you drew the line. Getting gifts from him was one thing, it was another thing to get presents as expensive as fourteen times your housekeeper’s salary. Diamonds? Diamonds? You surely weren’t worth that, the movie might not even be worth that.

Making note of giving the expensive piece of jewelry back to him at one of your next interviews, you took your phone and dialed his number to thank him and scold him as well. As you mindlessly hummed and put things to their places, you could hear the soothing tune of Chris's ringtone, as if it came from up the stairs, faint but present. You shook your head and it stopped, making you question if you had been spending too much time with the handsome man.

Pulling you out of your reverie, he picked up and greeted you sarcastically as he always did, “How's my ‘girlfriend’ doing today?” You could picture him smiling at the other end, probably playing with Dodger.

“I’m doing alright. Just received your package, that’s all.”

“I know. And?” You could again picture his eyebrows raised in question, awaiting a thanks he would never accept.

“You know?” Your eyebrows furrowed.

“Yes darling, I know what time the delivery was supposed to reach. And you called me immediately after, didn’t you? Interesting.” The smugness in his voice made your cheeks heat as you stuttered over your next set of words. A lot of the times when he did things like these, you wondered if he knew of your attraction to him or If your attraction was reciprocated.

“It isn’t like I just sit ready to talk to you, you goofball! I-I am sort of bound to when, when you keep sending me these expensive gifts. We agreed Chris, no more extravagance. You honestly do more than what’s required already.” You sighed, hoping you’d get your point across the gold-hearted prankster.

“Is it so wrong to want the absolute best for my best girl?” Your heart skipped a beat at ‘his best girl’, the sincerity in his voice making your heart ache for something that wasn’t there, almost believing his genuineness for affection.

You sighed and answered after gathering your wits, “But I’m not your best girl, am I?”

His release of breath could easily be misinterpreted as longing if you weren’t sure that you had made the atmosphere gauche. The absolute silence for 30 seconds made you reflect on what you said, if you had offended him. Not wanting things to end awkwardly, you continued, “I’m bringing the necklace back to you at the next conference, it might be costlier than my house Evans! And that’s final.” You chuckled and he hummed slightly as well and you took that as your cue to end the call.

“Okay I need to shower, talk to you tomorrow and pet Dodger for me, will you?” You cut the call with that, and made you way upstairs to your bedroom, overthinking the entire way there as you did.

There’s no way he’s interested in you, is he? And why would you even wonder that. You just had an immature crush on the guy, that too because you associated intimacy with feelings and this being your first time acting. You convinced yourself that everything will be the same when you returned to the conferences, your friendship dynamics still the same and ever nasty.

You reached your room, put your playlist on shuffle and sang your worries away. Seriously, people who didn’t have a concert in the shower were psychopaths.

The hot shower relaxed your muscles and after putting your silk bathrobe on, switching the songs off and applying creams, you moved outside. You were definitely new to skincare, doing it on demand of your make-up artist now.

You stopped dead in your tracks as you saw an all too familiar face sitting on your king size bed, his eyes ever so blue and skin ever so smooth.

Seeing Chris, you squealed, your hand immediately going to your heart. Embarrassment came later, first came suspicion. Your mind still grasping seeing your coworker in your house, in your room, in your bed, uninvited. You didn’t bid him inside the main door, how was he inside?

You believed Chris was a nice guy, yet doubt filled your head. You couldn’t blatantly ignore the creepiness of the situation. How was one supposed to handle a situation such as this?

“Hey honey, you sure do take your sweet time in the shower.” He chuckled, his boisterous laugh in heavy in the otherwise silent air.

“Chris, what are you doing here? How did you get in?” You inquired; your face serious as your hands crossed over your cleavage.

“Well, we are ‘dating’ aren’t we? The media needs to believe the story we are selling. It’s only normal I drop by here sometimes.” He used air-quotes, still not seeing his erroneous ways.

“Chris, I didn’t give you a key. How are you inside? You need to get out.”

“You seriously think I’d not have a key to my girlfriend’s house?” He looked offended, but still joyful to say the least.

“You have a key to my house?! I never gave you one! You of all people know we aren’t actually dating, this excuse is bullshit and this, this is highly inappropriate, I suggest you leave. You are making me uncomfortable.” You stared the man down, agitated by his antics and still perplexed what to make of this situation. What was even happening?

Before you could even register, your back slammed to the wall near the bathroom door, Chris’s bulky biceps delivering force to his palms that held you there. You had never been on the receiving end of his strength and you could feel it bruising.

“What the fu-”

“I didn’t like the tone you just used, wanna try again?”

“This isn’t funny Evans. If this is one of your pranks, stop! I’m calling security otherwise.”

The menace in your glare was countered by sheer mischievousness in his blue orbs. “I’ve already dismissed them for the night. They know I’m here and how I don’t plant to leave until tomorrow. They were more than happy to give the ‘star’ couple some privacy.” He wiggled his eyebrows and you grew stiff, were you in a bad dream? This wasn’t really happening, was it? A guy you adored and respected, assaulting your boundaries and maybe you as well. You shook your head at that, scared shitless.

“Chris, you are hurting me. Please stop and we can talk it out. I’m scared.” You confessed honestly, a part of you, an infinitesimal part of you hoping it was a prank. However, his grip didn’t relent, rather it tightened holding your shoulders captive.

“And what about how you hurt me?” His hand went to pocket to take out the necklace you put maybe an hour ago into its velvet box. The diamonds shone even more brightly than they did downstairs; the sapphire of his eyes sparkly as dazzlingly and blazingly as the blue of the diamonds.

Your mind was slow to register the fact that he had been long enough in the house to find that, maybe even longer if he had himself witnessed you put that away.

“My sister helped me pick it out.” He grinned at the mention of his family but it was soon replaced by a scowl when he looked at you. “And you showed such blatant disrespect to it, kinda offensive you know?”

“I’m sorry Chris, I didn’t know. Is that why you are mad?” You couldn’t for the life of you grasp his sudden change in demeanor. The golden retriever for whatever reason had turned into an aggressive pit bull.

Had this provoked him? It was still no excuse for the lengths he was going to, the boundaries he was imposing.

“Well, part of the reason, yes. Why don’t you wear it?” His eyes showed hopefulness, maybe glee? Had he always been this deranged and you this oblivious?

His grip intensified and you shrieked out. “Okay, okay! Can you allow me some time and space to change, please? I don’t think I-”

He slammed you again, not enough to hurt but sufficient to shut you up and growled out, “Now. And I mean it. Turn around.”

You whimpered and tuned around, Chris’s hands snaking around and clasping the string of overpriced jewels at the nape of your neck. He rotated you back to face him, his sapphire eyes lighting up akin to the diamonds.

“See, so pretty.” You eyed his hands toying with the gems and his lips caught you off-guard. Kissing his velvety soft blush pink lips was different today; the emotions you always felt even while being into character were intensified tenfold this time. There was passion, frustration and dare you say, even affection. Was paparazzi outside?

You groaned and turned your face away, done with the kiss but he wasn’t. Soft kisses were placed soothingly on your neck, the collarbone and then the top of your breasts. You jerked in his grip and pushed him away; the immediacy caught him off guard as he stumbled and you made your way to the door.

Unfortunately, luck wasn’t on your side, his hands pulling at your bathrobe and sending you bouncing on your bed, face first. He was quick to straddle you, his hands pining your wrist as you cried out.

“You were doing so good, sweetheart, why did you ruin it?”

“Chris, stop. You are hurting me-”

“Shhh, you are making no sense, honey, blabbering like this. You know that we belong together, our directors knew that and now I made sure even the world knows that.”

“You are delusional! It was fake, al-”

“You are lying to yourself if you didn’t feel the sparks when we kissed. I fell for you on the set, hard, and you are lying if you disagree.” His insanity, his assurance and his acceptance scared you and rightfully so. Chris was an affluent man, wealthy and had the world at his feet. If he really wanted to hurt you bad, he could. Although bidding his love wasn’t something you planned on doing, you knew that if push came to shove, it would be the better way out.

He turned you around, his beefy hand still holding your wrists as his other hand opened your already slipping bathrobe. His azure eyes drank your glowing skin in, moisturized and smooth; his free hand groping your fleshy arcs. He leaned to take one of your nipples in his mouth, suckling and biting like a little toddler.

His hand slid down and reached your warm heat, your skin supple and your folds fleshy. He pressed down on the bud there, you jolted and your back involuntarily arched.

“If I knew you this underneath back on the set, my hands would have ventured further under the sheets.” His skilled fingers circled your clit, and as you grew damp, two entered your cavern, prodding at angles and points you had failed to find yourself countless times.

Your protests came out as whimpers, eyes glistening with tears at the pleasure you were being enforced to, your mind mushy and thoughts a mess. You were inexperienced in the bed department, a sheer amateur in comparison to the sculpted man, who commanded your bliss in ways you could only hope.

His lips left no skin on your torso unkissed, and his soft bites and nibbling someone were aimed just right in amplifying every stroke of his fingers. Your hands twisted and body arched even more as you neared your cliff, the waterfall of ecstasy just below. As you rode out the blissful journey, his fingers didn’t cease even once, burrowing themselves in the tight heat pushing you.

As you came out and about, your struggles ceased, the orgasm washing over and tiring out your limbs in the process. Your eyes traced Chris’s wicked eyes and his sculpted cheekbones that gave way to his smirking pink lips. This would have been your best experience in intimacy if it was not forced on you.

“Having fun, aren’t you baby?” Your hands jerked again, itching to slap the bastard but your unexpected abruptness was unable to overpower his brawns.

“I’ve never seen you this frantic, kinda hot honestly.” His lips descended on yours again and there was a new fire to this caress, a new appreciation in every movement. You hated the way you were able to read him, the numerous nights you spent drunk together watching Youtube a bittersweet memory now. It was an irony in itself, knowing him well to read him but not enough to have avoided this.

You thrashed, your head trying to headbutt his but it was shameful how your entire was overpowered by half his strength. The jingling of a belt buckle, his belt buckle opening made your eyes widen more, your face becoming wet with tears again real fast.

“No Chris, don’t do this. You need to stop, I can’t-” You cried out, determined to stop his actions but got silenced just as quickly by the intrusion in your worked pussy.

Your fingers curled into your palms, the slightly overgrown nails leaving crescent marks there as his length split you apart inch by inch. The pain and the leisure provided by his still cock rivaled any other sexual experienced you had had, your eyes bleary and red and mind incapable of thinking. The deed was done, it could now not be undid.

He left kisses in the column of your neck, soothing you as your walls snuggled him close. He started moving again with praises leaving his lips every thrust, the pace increasing periodically. You resisted the onslaught of excitement they brought but were ultimately defeated when his cock hit all the spots his fingers had nudged minutes ago. Each snap of his made you putty in his hands as you literally lost your composure, being pushed towards the dangerous cliff again.

His hands left yours and instead cradled your face as he kissed the ever-loving fuck out of you, a kiss that left your breathless and incapable of coherent thought when coupled with his thrusts hitting you just right. You bit down on his luscious lips as you tumbled down the peak, your core clenching around him in a similar way. Chris swore it was the best feeling ever.

With your body fatigued perfectly beneath his, you both knew he wasn’t far anymore. Your heavy breathing brushing your chest against his and your dazed eyes staring into his only prompted him more, his orbs never leaving your face, relishing in your beauty as emotions drowned him. He couldn’t believe you were finally his, that this moment existed in the sphere of reality. The longing and yearning in his azure eyes scared you, this was definitely no act he was putting on.

As his thrusts became slower, your exhausted mind realized something. “Chris, not inside, please! I’m not on anything! Please!”

You feebly pushed him, that doing absolutely nothing to deter him and soon after you felt warmth coating your inside, his seed also smothering out the fire in the pit of your belly. You hated the way you kept crying, as if the tears would sojourn your helplessness. His nose skimming your neck and inhaling your sent made you close your eyes; your distraught self having no strength to face your assaulter, a former confidante of yours.

You could feel his stare burning your skin but you refused to glance at him, give him any sense of acknowledgement. You only opened your eyes when you felt something on your fingers as he took your hands from between you both.

“It is only fair if the set is complete.” Your heart ached at the smile on his face; how could the Gods let such a flawed man have a flawless face? His eyes twinkled as he stared adoringly between you both and your eyes trailed down to find a huge diamond ring on your finger. The hoop matched the necklace you wore on your otherwise naked body, the white diamonds surrounding a beautiful blue one in the middle, its shine complementing Chris’s eyes.

“Chris, I hate you! You’ve gone mad.” You sobbed loudly as he cradled you, a quite ‘why me?’ escaping your lips which surprisingly Chris heard and chose to answer.

“Because it’s time for me to settle down, time for us.” He smiled staring into your soul as you hiccupped, body sweaty and tired and sticky. He intertwined both your hands together and kissed your knuckles lovingly.

“Besides didn’t you see my last interview; Chris wants to be daddy.” His voiced dropped and so did your non existent panties hope.

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jesslockwood · 3 years ago

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SOUR | T. Holland

Word Count: 1.7k

Pairing(s): Tom Holland x Actress!Reader

Warnings: angsty af, swearing

Summary: y/n and tom broke up, and when tom comes around with his new girl 2 weeks later, y/n is sour.

A/n: I was hesitant to post this due to everything going on with tom lmao but yk, fuck it lol. anyways lmk if you want a part two cause I this was pretty short and I have ideas! also I didn’t edit this much lol so sorry for the mistakes!

His brown guilty eyes were enough to know that he moved on, in two weeks to be exact, after you broke it off. He was spotted recently with a girl he said he was just friends with, what a damn lie.

You try to not let the tears out as you see them making their way on the red carpet of the movie premiere. He looked you straight in the fucking eyes, yet couldn’t even give you a heads up he was bringing a date tonight. You worked together for six months yet he didn’t have the decency.

He betrayed you. He didn’t cheat but he betrayed you.

You had even mentioned her by name before, yet he said you were paranoid and had nothing to worry about. What bullshit.

She was just a new trophy for him, one that he’d put on the shelf later, or smash like it like you were broken.

It started out so sweet and innocent. You had met working together and had started dating under the radar, and you fell in love with him so quickly, even at his worst, but it didn’t matter. He moved on with you still in the picture and that’s what hurt the most. But he would never see or care about how much you hurt. He wasn’t sorry.

Isn’t it funny how someone you thought could love you the way you loved them, was a damn traitor?

He played all these twisted games with your mind, thinking that he felt the same way about you, or at least cared.

God, you wanted to scream, she was sleeping in the bed you lied in and made with him. But she couldn’t care less, she got the prize, a shitty one at that.

You didn’t get it, he couldn’t have fallen in love with someone that quickly, not after what you had.

All you had done for Tom, it didn’t apparently matter to him, cause he’s dating her. He gave you his fucking word, that you were the one who meant something to him, you guessed he just used you.

She was gorgeous too, and she made you feel so small, unimportant and the paparazzi all turned to them, and barely any was paying any mind to you, the star of the movie. It sounded selfish but you put the blood sweat and tears into this movie, and all she had to do was walk with the man you put blood sweat and tears into, and she had all the attention.

He just had to bring her and was showing her off like a new trophy. God, you hated him. You hated him for hurting you like this. And yet, if he asked for you back, you would probably jump at the chance.

He seemed so genuine and true when you had first met him. Brown doe-eyed, attentive and listening to every word you said like it was the most important thing in the world, then things got ugly. He would play all these twisted games with you, making you feel like nothing one moment, and then his everything the next.

He even gave you his fucking word and a promise ring that he would always love you, But Isn’t it funny? He’ll never feel sorry for breaking you.

Suddenly one of your friends, well tom’s brother, wraps his arm around your waist, whispering to you, asking if your okay, before the paps get a few snaps in of the moment. Harry starts leading you away from the commotion before you cried. No one had asked you that until today. Which kind of shell shocked you, because you weren’t and he was the first person who seemed to care.

Harry at the moment couldn’t care less about the out-of-character way his brother was acting, especially towards you. Yes, he loved his brother but hated how he was acting. He couldn’t see how he could treat someone as lovely as you like that.

Tom didn’t even notice the way you were destroyed. He let you go, Harry couldn’t understand why because tom seemed so happy with you, until nearing the end of the relationship.

“Thank you, Harry.” you sniffle, once reaching the inside of the building.

“You shouldn’t be thanking me. I should be apologizing for my brother.”

You smile weakly at him. He wipes the tears from your eyes, before suggesting,

“After they have you up on stage for the thank you’s and stuff, we should just ditch this and go back to my hotel and get room service and raid my candy stash, if you’re up for it.”

“I’ll think about it,” you say with a more genuine yet sad smile.

“Let’s get in there, shall we?” he puts his arm out for you and you link yours in his.

What you didn’t realize is that tom saw harry wiping your tears while doing an interview, and saw you link your arms together when he got inside. To say he was fuming doesn’t even cover how enraged he was.

Once getting in, you realized you and tom would be sitting next to one another, something you truly wished you could get out of.

“You’d better wish me luck.” You point to the seats.

Harry got the bright idea to just take his brother’s spot. He wouldn’t care anyway, he had his new girl Zabrina.

You and Harry had a small conversation about what both of you had been up to after he was Tom’s assistant for filming. You saw him almost every day when you and tom would hang out, harry being the third wheel. You had spent a decent chunk of time with him and definitely preferred the company over being alone, or with your ex.

“I can’t believe you dropped your SD card down the drain! Photos are your life, so you should have paid attention!” you laugh with him.

“Harry, You’re in my seat.” Tom interrupts, with a scowl on his face.

“Can’t you just move down one? Y/n and I are talking here.”

“Tommy I can’t see from that seat!” Zabrina pouts like a child.

“If she can’t see why do I have to sit there? I actually worked behind the scenes on this movie!”

“Harry, don’t make me-”

“You know what! Harry and I were leaving after we thank everyone. So you two lovebirds can have the whole row!” you say venom seething from your mouth.

“There you go, Tommy. Have a nice night you two!” Harry follows up, really sick of the attitude his brother was having.

Tom’s face turned red under the makeup he had on. He was enraged. His brother was betraying him.

“Have a nice time, fucking around” he said, seeing red. he saw your face soften, from anger to confusion, to sadness. You didn’t think he thought so low of you.

“What the fuck tom! We aren’t-”

“It’s not worth it Harry, he’s not worth it,” you say sadly. Standing up, Turning to go towards the stage.

That hit tom with a pang in his chest. He was just trying to get over you, to move forward. But maybe that was the problem. He just left you in the dust (peter parker is that you?) to navigate the way you felt over losing one of the best things you ever had. God, you wished you didn’t fall in love with him before he betrayed you. You wished he just would have thought it through before he ruined you.

Your director motioned over to you and Tom to go up on the stage.

“I’ll meet you outside, Y/n/n.”

That was tom’s nickname for you. He came up with it and he was the only one who could call you that. You were his and he was yours. But yet he knew that long-distance was so fucking hard. He couldn’t put you or himself, so he found someone who was fine with the distance. Zabrina barely paid attention to him unless he wanted attention for herself, but he didn’t realize how he broke much more of you than the surface showed.

“She’s really pretty, I hope she makes you happy,” you mention bitterly, hoping in a terrible way, he’d never be as happy as he was with you.

Before Tom, you scream out no one would make him happy as you did. Your director cut tom off.

After your director said thanks to everyone and the film started you grab your bag from your assistant, before heading to the exit, tom hurriedly tried to follow you, being caught by Zabrina, asking Tom to take a selfie with her, so she could commemorate her ‘prize’ when truly, Tom was using her as a rebound.

“Zabrina, I need to talk to harry!” he whispers yells.

“Why? He literally is taking to your wretched ex?” she says with venom in her voice.

Tom jogs around her, trying to get to you and Harry, While Zabrina dramatically calls after him.

He was too late, though, he saw you from the doors, you were already getting in your getaway car, with Harry. He ruined everything.

Harry and you were sitting in the limousine that was rented for you, before harry states, “He’ll be the one who crying, I promise you.”

“I always knew this is how He’d leave me. He found someone more exciting, and better than me. I was used a discarded like nothing.” you laugh through the tears.

“You’ll find someone who finds you exciting Y/n, and you’ll be their whole world.” he comforts you.

“Good for him I guess, but it’s like we never happened. Like what the fuck is that?” you ask.

“He’s acting like a damn sociopath.” harry shrugs.

You laugh at that one.

“So what do you want to watch Y/n?”

“Would you hate me if I said legally blonde?”

“Not if we can watch fight club after.”

“You have a deal, Sir!”

Tom however was stuck, watching you and him on screen. Reminiscing of how he fucked up.

It was getting close to an intimate scene, probably his favorite one he’s ever done. All he could think about was someone else getting to touch you, and be with you, he wanted that but at the same time, he couldn’t deal with all the shit of being with you. The relationship was too good, so much that Tom thought sometimes he didn’t deserve someone like you. It was probably crazy of him for thinking like that, but he couldn’t bring you down with him, not when he was so fucked up. He wished he could be the one but he couldn’t so he just hoped you were okay.

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pretendingboyfriends · 4 years ago

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A/N: hello baes!! this is a little piece for @tbslenthusiast ‘s dadathon!!! i decided to take a tiny little break from writing dwm to make this, but i hope u enjoy!<3

Warnings: smut, semi public sex, heavy sexual tension, fluffy cute new dad harry, an appearance from anne

Word count: 4.7k+

Summary: You and Harry are new parents and you finally get a few days alone in the mountains.

“Is she asleep?” You whisper through a yawn as Harry steps through your bedroom door and shuts it quietly behind him.

“I think so,” He sighs, walking over to where you rest on the bed with an open book in your hands. He leans down to press his lips to yours in a brief peck whilst he tugs his large rings off and tosses them onto the bedside table. “M’Surprised it took her so long to tire herself out with all that crying.”

You chuckle, shaking your head. “She has a lot of power in that tiny body.”

He nods in agreement as he begins to undress at the edge of the bed and you allow your gaze to wander over his figure. He sits himself at the end of the bed with his back facing you as he tugs his shirt off and tosses it onto the floor below. His broad shoulders maneuver and stretch with his movements and you’re tempted to crawl up behind him and wrap your arms around him while pressing your lips to the curve of his jaw. It’s been so long since the two of you were able to have a lasting moment alone and you’re desperate for him. Since the birth of your beloved baby girl nearly three months ago, there’s been no time to do anything but tend to her every need at nearly every moment of every day. Whether she’s crying because she’s hungry, crying because she needs to be changed, or crying because she’s tired, your hands are full.

You place a bookmark into the spine of your book before closing it and setting it on the bedside table. Through the silence, a heavy blanket of sexual tension fell over the two of you and both of you are itching to lunge at each other. Harry finally pulls the last item of clothing from his body, leaving him in his tight boxer briefs before he’s climbing back onto the bed. He slides beneath the comforter with you and rolls onto his side to face you, propping his head up on his arm.

“Hi,” You hum, turning over to face him as he gazes at you.

He smiles and leans forward, wrapping an arm around your waist and tugging you against him. “Hi.”

Your own arm loops around his neck as he rolls you onto your back so that he can lean over you, pressing his lips to yours in a much longer kiss than before. His lips move against yours slowly and passionately, leaving you breathless and desperate for him. Your fingers bury themselves into his mop of curls, tugging and gripping at the handfuls of tendrils and causing a low moan to emit from the back of his throat.

“Missed you so much,” You breathe between kisses.

“Darling,” He groans. “You have no idea.”

His hands wander your frame as he kisses you, gripping every plush curve with a gentle but passionate fervor. Your fingernails bury themselves into the muscles of his bare back and his hand slides down to grip your thigh and tug it over his hip so that he can slot himself between your legs. His hand begins to slowly inch towards the elastic of your shorts, building the suspense of his touch. Just as his fingertips tug at the cloth wrapped around your hips, the crackling static of the baby monitor sitting on the bedside table erupts into the silence and slices through the heated moment. Isla’s cries can be heard through the buzzing static and both of you pull away from each other reluctantly.

“Jesus fucking christ,” Harry mutters, dropping his head to rest against your sternum as he catches his breath.

You drag your hands down your face with a long sigh, moving from beneath his body and pushing yourself off of the mattress. “I’ll be right back.”

You saunter out into the hallway towards Isla’s bedroom, her cries growing louder with every step you take. As soon as you step into her bedroom, you begin to coo and shush her soothingly, quickly padding over to her crib. She kicks her chubby little legs, hiccupping through her tears as you reach into the crib, scooping her into your arms.

“Shhhh, it’s alright,” You coo, rocking the small child side to side in your arms. You reach into the crib to find her pacifier tangled beneath her blanket. “Is this what’s got you all fussy, hm?” You ask, turning the rubber nipple over in your hand to make sure there isn’t any lint or fluff on it before gently coaxing it back into her mouth. Her pathetic cries simmer to a few shaky breaths and hiccups as she suckles on the pacifier and you sigh contendedly.

“Quite the cockblock, isn’t she?” Harry hums quietly from the doorway behind you and you turn your head to look at him with a tired smile. He shuffles over to where you’re standing, gently placing his hand against the small of your back as he gazes over your shoulder at the tiny child in your arms. As you rock her from side to side, her eyelids begin to grow heavier and heavier, sinking into a deep sleep from the warmth of your body. Harry rests his chin against your shoulder and you both watch her drift off to sleep.

Eventually, you return her back to her crib, making sure not to wake her as the two of you creep back out into the hallway.

You step back into your bedroom, shutting the door behind the two of you.“I think we should get away.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, I think we should rent a place out of town and get away for a few days. Just the two of us.”

He frowns a little. “What would we do about bubs?”

“Anne could take her,” You shrug, walking back towards the bed. “I think she would be thrilled to have a few days with her grandbaby.”

“That’s true,” He nods, plopping himself onto the edge of the bed, pulling you to stand in front of him. “We’ve never left her for more than a few hours, though.”

“Yeah, I know,” You sigh. “But I need this–we need this.”

“You’re right,” He chuckles, his large hand coming to caress your bare thigh as you stand in front of him, hands resting on his broad shoulders. “M’surprised we haven’t gone insane by now. Haven’t touched you properly in so long…” He trails off quietly, glancing back up into your eyes.

Your bottom lip slips between your teeth as you make eye contact with him. There’s a lick of fire behind his green eyes for a moment, but it vanishes quickly as he composes himself, clearing his throat quietly and letting his hand fall from your skin. “Where should we go?”

You stop for a moment, mulling over the possibilities of where the two of you could get away to that wouldn’t cause too much of an uproar. “The mountains?” You suggest as you crawl back into your side of the bed across from him. “I bet we could rent a house out there for a few nights.”

He nods, “S’a good place to get away from the paps,”

You hum in agreement, watching as he moves onto his side of the bed beside you and lies back on his pillow. “It’s also a good place to be as loud as we want…”

He smirks at you, sliding his arms around your waist and tugging you against his chest, “It’s settled, then. We’ll start looking at places to rent tomorrow.”

Turns out, finding a place to rent in the mountains is a lot easier than you thought it would be and nearly 3 days after your initial conversation, you’re already packed and ready to go, dropping Isla off at her grandmother’s house.

“Alright, we have her diaper bag here-” You pull the bag from your shoulder, handing it to Anne, “and that has all her clothes and toys in it as well. Then this bag has all her milk-” You take the other bag from Harry, handing it over to Anne. “I pumped enough for a few days, but if you run out, there’s some formula in there.” You sigh, glancing around you to make sure you had given her everything. “I think that’s it!”

Anne smiles, setting the bags to the side. “We’re going to have so much fun, right darling?” She crouches down a little to be face to face with your daughter while she sits on your hip, bringing her hands up to tickle her. Isla giggles animatedly, babbling to her grandmother happily as she tickles her. You smile at the two of them, bouncing the child up and down on your hip to entertain her further.

A few moments pass as you give Anne a few last minute details and then you’re finally passing Isla over into her arms. You can see the panic in her eyes as she realizes what’s happening and Harry leans in, pressing a kiss to her chubby cheek, “We’ll be back before you know it, bubs, don’t worry.”

You lean in to give her a kiss as well, pressing one to each cheek, “Be good for mommy, okay?” (of course, Isla has no perception of speech yet, but for your own peace of mind, you speak to her like she can understand every word)

The two of you hug her and Anne one last time before sneaking out the door to ensure Isla doesn’t see you leaving, and then you’re off to the mountains.

The drive to the mountain isn’t too long and the weather is beautiful, so you’re able to drive with all the windows down, blasting your favorite tunes. The majority of the trip is spent that way, blasting music and making humorous conversation as the cool breeze sift through the windows. It’s nice to be alone with him for once. Three months of longing eyes and lingering fingers; nothing more than a few stolen kisses with wandering hands. Being together like this, with the anticipation of what’s to come in the moment you’re truly alone with each other, is killing you. The niggling feeling at the back of your mind–the sexual itch that’s aching to be scratched–is building by the second and you can feel it building for Harry, too.

For a while, his hand is resting on his own thigh–fingers mindlessly tapping against his knee as he drives, but at some point during the trip, it migrates to yours. The heat of his hand against your thigh, burning through the fabric of your jeans, causes you to squirm uncomfortably, so you slide your hand beneath his, lacing your fingers between his own and letting both your hands rest in your lap. He glances at you for a moment, a hint of confusion behind his eyes, but he doesn’t question you verbally. You take a deep breath, brushing your thumb over his cross tattoo gently as you cross one of your legs over the other. The air is growing thicker and thicker, despite the windows being ajar, and you’re finding it harder to breathe.

Finally, after hours of trying to contain your breathing and a short trip to a nearby grocery store, you’re pulling into the steep driveway of the mountain house, slowly creeping up the narrow, cement path to the front of the house. It’s a quaint little house; you can tell it’s nearly 20 years old, but, from what you can see, the owners have repainted the exterior and added quite a few decorations.

As you enter the house, a feeling of comfort washes over you. The interior is also refinished with seemingly brand new furniture, a fresh coat of paint, and minimalistic (but homey) decorations and despite its new smell, it seems like home.

You scramble into the kitchen after taking a moment to admire the living room, dropping the grocery bags onto the marble countertop that you’d carried inside from the car. Harry is following close behind you with your luggage, carrying both of your bags to the bedroom in the corner of the living room as you stand in the kitchen.

“How’s the bedroom look?” You call out to him, pulling the refrigerated items from the bags and placing them into the empty fridge.

“It’s great,” He responds, “There’s a king sized bed and a jacuzzi!” He steps around the corner, entering the kitchen with a smile.

“Sounds great.” You hum, smiling back at him as he approaches you and begins to help unload the rest of the groceries.

The two of you unload everything within a matter of minutes before wandering out to the balcony. As soon as you step through the sliding glass door, you’re overwhelmed with the breathtaking view of the mountains. They’re so large and tall that their blue tips touch the clouds gently.

“Oh, wow,” You sigh, stepping towards the wooden railing and folding your arms against it.

Harry chuckles in amazement, coming up behind you as you lean against the railing, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing himself against you. You relax into him, allowing your eyes to flutter shut in content. The chill, fall breeze rustles the leaves on the trees that frame the balcony, causing goosebumps to arise along your exposed skin.

The two of you sit there, soaking in one another’s company for what feels like hours before Harry’s thick voice vibrates against you from behind.

“What should we do for dinner tonight?”

Your eyes flicker back open at the sound of his voice,“What do you feel like doing?”

He sighs, resting his chin on your shoulder. “I’m fine with anything.”

You turn your head to look at him, puckering your lips for a quick kiss that he immediately grants you. He pecks your lips a few more times before finally pulling away and you sigh. “Don’t really feel like making anything tonight,”

He hums, tilting his head to press his hot, plush lips along your neck. “Y’wanna order in?”

Your breathing grows heavier and heavier as your heart rate increases with each press of his lips against your skin. You shake your head, “Don’t think anyone delivers this far out,”

“Mm,” He grunts in response, lips continuing to trail along your jaw. “That’s too bad.”

You turn your body to face him slowly, allowing his arms to rest against the edge of the countertop and cage you in. “M’not really that hungry, anyways.” You breathe, taking his face between both of your hands and messily pressing your lips against his.

His arms snake around your waist, tightening to pull your body into his as close as possible and it feels like you’re finally gasping for air after being held just beneath the surface. Your arms loop around his neck, fingers tangling into his soft curls and tugging gently to coax a low growl from the depths of his throat. His fingers dig into your plush skin from beneath your knitted sweater, grasping every curve and scraping his dull fingernails along your hips. He sinks his teeth into your plump bottom lip, tugging it for a moment as he pulls away and makes eye contact with you again with his forehead resting against yours.

“God, I’ve missed having you all to myself,” He grunts, pressing you impossibly close to his body. One of your hands drops to his chest, the other arm slung around his neck as the two of you heave from the lack of oxygen. You smirk at him seductively, sliding the hand that’s been resting against his chest down to massage him through his white linen trousers. His cock has already plumped beneath the cloth significantly just from kissing you and a low, boiling groan bubbles up from his throat at the contact. You lean in to kiss his jaw, lips trailing further up towards his ear to nip and suckle at it.

“Want you in my mouth,” You breathe right into his ear and you can feel the shutter that wracks his body as he tightens his grip on you. “Haven’t tasted you in so long…” You trail off, continuing to rub him through his trousers.

“Y’want me down your throat, hm?” He mutters, pulling away to make eye contact with you again. You bite your lip, gazing at him through hooded eyes with a nod before you slowly sink to your knees in front of him. His hands fall to lean against the railing as he watches you, his breathing heavy and unmeasured with every movement you make.

You begin to unbutton his trousers slowly, pressing your lips against his bulge until you’ve tugged both his trousers and his briefs down his thighs, his thick shaft standing tall in front of you. He hisses at the contact of the chilled breeze on his hot skin and you lean forward, pressing your lips to his tip once, pulling back for a moment and then leaning back in to litter slow, gentle kisses from his head down to his base.

“Fuck me,” He groans, hands grasping the railing until his knuckles are white as you slowly take his head between your plush lips, suckling the warm, pulsing skin. You pop off of him for a moment, spitting on his tip and spreading the slickness down his shaft with your hand, stroking him up and down. You glance up to see him leaning over you with his eyes squeezed shut and his curls flopping gracefully over his face as you stroke him.

Once he’s slick enough to your liking, you take his head back between your lips, pressing further down his shaft this time and preparing to take him down your throat. Harry is unbelievably hard and he’s finding it difficult not to thrust his hips into your mouth without warning, but he knows it’s been awhile and that you need to take your time.

Finally, after a bit of stroking him whilst you slowly work him into your mouth, your nose is pressed against his pelvic bone, cock fully sheathed in your throat. He’s choking on a moan, hips thrusting forward at their own accord before you pull your head back and allow him to slide from your mouth for a moment.

“You alright?” He breathes, dropping a hand from the railing to stroke your hair back. You nod, smiling up at him as you lean forward to take him again without struggling this time.

Eventually, you’ve set a steady, bobbing pace taking him down your throat over and over again with small, wet gagging sounds that drive him absolutely mad. Your hands are gripping the backs of his thighs as you take him and you can feel the warm dampness building between your kneeling legs that grows with each grunt that leaves his lips.

It doesn’t take long for Harry to breathe out a struggled warning to let you know he’s close to bursting and that only coaxes you to take him sloppier and faster, despite the tears streaming down your cheeks and spit dripping down your chin. His grunts grow deeper, one hand dropping to rest on the back of your head as you take him.

Three more sloppy thrusts of his hips and he’s choking out a moan, releasing his thick, hot load right into your mouth. His head falls back on his shoulders and you pull your mouth from him completely, wiping your lips with the sleeve of your sweater before smiling up at him.

“How was that?”

He chuckles in amazement, pushing his hand through his sweaty curls. “Fuckin’ amazing.”

He helps you up from the ground after you tuck him back into his trousers, immediately wrapping his meaty arms around your waist and pressing you into his body for a kiss. The two of you stay like that for a moment, basking in each other’s embraces before you pull away.

“Bedroom,” You breathe, pushing him back towards the door. He quickly leads you inside, helping you tug your sweater off and toss it elsewhere as you walk to the bedroom (taking a quick moment to rinse your face and neck). Your back hits the mattress, your hair splayed out beneath you elegantly whilst you help Harry remove your jeans, leaving you in just a pair of panties since you had foregone the bra earlier this morning. His hands are all over you, calloused fingers dancing over every inch of your skin effortlessly.

You’re reminded of that night, just slightly over a year before; the night your daughter was conceived. It had been gentle and loving, but utterly filthy all the same. He’d laid you out on your bed and taken you in the most passionate way you’d ever experienced. It was the first time the two of you had gone completely bare, hoping to start a family, and you were lucky enough to succeed on the first try, bearing a healthy baby girl just nine months later. Now, as he undresses himself and slots himself between your legs, lips pressed against your own, you feel that same overwhelming passion you’d felt that night.

You allow him a moment to work himself up again, watching him tug at his cock between your legs with your bottom lip wedged between your teeth. It doesn’t take long for him to be fully hard again and then he’s looking up at you, muttering: “Turn over f’me.”

Smirking, you roll over onto your stomach wagging your ass at him teasingly and coaxing a chuckle from the depths of his throat. He grips your hip with one of his hands, pressing you into the mattress as he tugs your panties off and positions himself against your dripping folds. Your hands grip the crisp, white duvet tightly when he finally pushes into you and bottoms out with a low grunt.

“Oh, fuck,” You mutter under your breath, dropping your head onto the bed when his hips press against your ass.

“S’that good?” He whispers into your ear, nipping at the lobe gently and you nod, reaching back to thread your fingers between the hair at the nape of his neck.

He begins thrusting into you at an achingly slow pace, drawing low, breathless moans from your throat as his fingers grip your hips tightly. His agonizing pace is short-lived due to his inability to hold back and soon he’s pounding into you like he has nothing to lose.

One of his hands moves from your hip, lacing his fingers between yours as he leans over you and gains better leverage, mumbling expletives under his breath at the difference. Your moans are loud and unrelenting with every drill of his hips, the head of his cock slamming directly against your g-spot over and over again.

“Fuck, Harry- right there,” You whimper, burying your face into the duvet as you push your ass back into him to create more friction.

He grunts quietly, pressing a large hand onto the small of your back. “S’that it, hm? S’that the spot?”

You nod weakly through another moan, the sound of his voice sending sparks directly between your legs, which only builds the pooling warmth in your lower belly. His pace is utterly unrelenting and you know you could come undone within moments, but you want to hold off for a little bit longer.

“Let me on top,” you mutter, turning your head so that he can hear you better. He stops his thrusts as soon as he hears you, smirking and pulling out of you to plop himself onto his back. You shuffle onto your knees, moving to straddle him quickly. His hands immediately fall to your hips as you hover over him, taking his cock into your hand and stroking him before aligning him with your entrance again. Both of you breathe out sighs of relief and pleasure as you bottom out, sitting at his hips for a moment to allow yourself to adjust to the position.

Soon, you’re lifting your hips to build a steady rhythm against him, gasping his name as your fingernails bury themselves into the skin of his chest.

“God, you’re so tight like this,” He nearly chokes, hands grasping your hips tightly to pull you down onto him faster.

The pleasure bubbling in your tummy is building with every slap of skin that can be heard clearly throughout the bedroom and Harry can already feel you start to squeeze and spasm around him, so he drops his hand from your waist to brush his thumb against your clit frantically. Almost immediately after his finger comes in contact with your clit, you begin to climax around him, crying out one last time before collapsing against his body.

He flips the two of you over so your back is against the mattress and continues to fuck into you sloppily, chasing his second climax of the evening as you mutter words of encouragement to him. Then, he’s suddenly bursting inside of you with a sudden, guttural groan of your name laced with a few scattered expletives before he’s relaxing against you and burying his face into the crook of your neck.

The two of you lie there, catching your breath for what feels like decades, pressing warm lips into sweaty skin, mumbling words of endearment as fingers lace between fingers. There isn’t a moment better than this, wrapped in the warm embrace of your husband, the love of your life, with not a single bit of worry or anxiety. Just you and him.

Eventually, after groans of ‘one more minute’ and ‘just gimme one more kiss’, Harry allows you to pry yourself from his arms and stumble into the bathroom connected to the bedroom so that you can clean yourself up.

Nearly an hour later, after a quick shower and change of clothes, the two of you find yourselves in the kitchen preparing a frozen pizza for you to share as Harry’s ‘60s/70s Favorites’ playlist plays quietly in the background.

“Let’s FaceTime Anne,” You suggest, casually tugging his body into yours and wrapping your arms around his waist as you lean against the counter. “I wanna see how bubs is doing.”

He smiles, reaching across the countertop for his phone, swiping and tapping around on it for all of 10 seconds before turning the phone so both of you can see the screen. Within moments, Anne’s face lights up the screen as she smiles and greets the two of you happily.

“Hi darlings! How’s the mountain house? Did you get there alright?”

You chuckle, leaning your head against Harry’s shoulder, “The house is really nice and the drive was great! How’s Isla doing?”

“Oh, she’s such an angel, hasn’t cried once-” She’s interrupted by the happy babble of your child and you smile.

“Well, it sounds like she’s having a lot of fun,”

Anne returns to the phone screen that’s propped up on her kitchen counter with Isla in her arms, “Oh, yes! She’s been playing with her toys and crawling around the place like a maniac. Isn’t that right?” She coos, bouncing the small child in her arms.

You glance up at Harry as he chuckles, watching him smile and gaze at her through the screen with sparkling eyes.

“I guess she’s just been dying to get away from us,” He sighs sarcastically, “She’s been throwin’ fits all week.”

“I guess she just loves Grandma more than us.” You say to him with a feigned sadness and the three of you laugh in unison.

Eventually, Anne brings the phone in front of Isla so that she can see the two of you and, of course, she’s beyond confused. Grasping clumsily at the phone, accidentally pressing buttons with her clammy little hands, she’s just like her father.

Suddenly, the oven makes an alarming beep to announce the pizza being done cooking and you step away to pull it from the oven. Focused on not burning yourself, you’re unaware of the little conversation going on between your husband and daughter until you turn around to see him making faces at the phone, little giggles and babbles coming from the speaker. Unbeknownst to him, you’re utterly endeared by him as you watch the interaction, love-filled tears brimming in your eyes.

It’s perfect. He’s perfect. And you truly believe that in that moment, you’re the luckiest girl alive.

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can i plsplspls have the things you believe hq boys would say for atsumu 👉👈

yes yes! i love me some atsumu 🥺

Things I believe Atsumu Miya (Timeskip MSBY pro volleyball player) would say if you lived with him (from the moment you wake up to the moment you fall asleep) painter! y/n

“Baby, Baby- come on wake up. I got early practice, you know i don’t know how to cook” (5:00 am)

“Baby come on, I’ll make you breakfast later.”

“No? Oh you’re up.”

“What do you mean you don’t like my breakfast, i thought ya loved my cooking.”

“we’ve been together how long? and ya lied to me?!”

“I’ve been telling eveyone that my cooking is great! This is your fault.”

“No shoo, go make me my breakfast.”

“No you don’t get morning kisses.”

“Will ya stop ya whining if i kiss ya?”

“Alright shut up now and get to cookin”

*Will slap your ass, way too hard for 5:30 in the morning*

“I got early practice tonight, thanks for making me food.”

*will wrap his arms around you as you cook*

“Smells good.”

“No the food, ya smell stinky.”

“I’m kidding, i’m kidding. You smell like you.”

“What’cha mean? ya smell like, soap and a clean bed”

“Yes baby, it’s a good thing.”

“Now give me my food and go back to sleep.”

“I’ll clean up.”

*will let you know when he goes to practice and let’s you sleep again*

“Pst.... baby, wakey wakey. It’s morning.” (10:00 am)

“I got breakfast.... don’t worry ya little head, i got it from the bakery.”

“How’d ya sleep. Good? That’s good baby.”

“You got paintings you gotta finish, get to work.”

“Come on you big baby, get up.”

*Will carry you to the bathroom and will strip you bc he needs to shower too*

“Stop squirmin’ - i’m washing you’re head and i’ll get soap in ya eyes.”

“My turn.”

“Massage my scalp harder, harder- okay chill, that’s good.”

“Now hurry up and dry up, you got work to do.”

* WILL SLAP YOUR BARE ASS and will apologize later bc he left a mark*

“I’ll leave you to it then, i’m gonna be in the room, if you need me.” (11:00 am)

*Will walk in and walk out of your studio just to check up on you*

“Need anything? No? Okay.”

“Just checking in, i got you some water.”

“Hey baby, you hungry yet? Ya want lunch?!”

*Will hold you while you paint*

“What do you want for lunch?”

“You want me to order it or pick up? or do you wanna come with me?”

*will start kissing your neck and get you to face him so he can start making out with you*

*it’s very messy, will put you on a table with FRESH PAINT and get it all over you*

sex in the art studio

red paint hand prints on your ass, hips, neck.

“You should keep working on yer painting, i’ll go get the food.” (12:40 pm)

*will tap your hips/thighs/ass before walking out as if NOTHING HAPPENED*

*meanwhile you’re catching you’re fucking breath bc wow... the stamina that man has*

“I’m back... Feel alright?” (2:00 pm)

“I got you some onigiri.”

“Again? what you mean again? It’s free!”

“Shut it, you love Osamus cookin.”

“What do you love more? Me or Osamu?”

“Did you just say Osamu- REALLY?! Really? after we just made love for hours? You tell me this now?”

“Give me back that Onigiri.”

“Come back here!”

“Did ya really need to lock yourself in the art studio? Let me in” (2:30 pm)

“What art piece are you working on?”

“Ah.... mhm, mhm...”

“No i don’t remember what you just said.”

“Keep on working, i’ll check up on you later.”

“Nevermind, i’m lonely- I’m gonna keep ya company.”

“Give me some paint, i wanna paint.”

“Look! I made a fox.”

“Oh hold on, Bokuto is calling.”

“Do you mind if the guys come over?”

“Yes even Sakusa.”

“You never clean, why you gotta clean for him?” (3:30 pm)

*very jealous of the fact that you and sakusa get along very well*

“Sakusa hands off my partner” (4:30 pm)

“Bokuto you too!”

“Hinata, I’m eyeing ya too.”

“Get over here, and sit next to me.”

“Hold my hand.”

“Because i said so.”

“Shut it, Sakusa!”

“No, no, i’m not drunk.” (6:00 pm)

“What’d you mean they should sleep over.”

“But baby~ Night time is our time.”

“OW! Don’t hit me.”

“Y’all are sleeping in the spare.”

“Stop babying Sakusa he’s a grown man!”

“I said hands off my partner Hinata!”

“Baby~ stop babying my teammates and come here!” (7:30 pm)

“What do you mean i smell.”

“No come here, give me a kiss.”

“No, no, no don’t check up with them, come here.”

“Just come cuddle with me.”

“Hey, am i good enough for ya?”

“You sure? Do i give ya enough love?”

“Don’t shit with me alright, you sure i’m good enough?”

“Come here, give me a kiss.”

“You’re more than good enough for me.”

“Please don’t leave me for Osamu, i know it’s a joke just... I cant imagine my life without ya, ya know?”

“Stupid Osamu, i’m proud of him too. But don’t praise him either!” (9:00 pm)

“Do you wanna get some dessert?”

“So what if it’s late, i’m hungry.”

“Fuck em, i just wanna go with you.”

“Hold my hand.”

“You cold? Here just wear my hoodie. I think i’m still a little tipsy.”

“I swear i’ll fight a kid if he doesn’t hurry up.”

“Hold me back baby, i will fight this kid! he just mouthed piss hair to me!”

“Oh shit it’s the pap, come on hurry up, let’s go.”

“No, no- You got the wrong twin, i’m osamu. Yeah sorry about that.”

“I’m glad i brought a cap”

“Give me some of your dessert.”

“Here have some of mine, say Ah.”

“Don’t be stupid, and hold my hand, we’re crossing the road.”

*Will give you a piggy back ride home*

*you will fall asleep on him*

*wwe match when you guys get home and throws you on the bed to wake you up bc he’s such an asshole*

“It’s your fault you fell asleep on me.”

“Arms up, i’ll put on your pjs.”

“No pjs? Alright, we sleep in the nude tonight.”

*you sleep on his chest*

“God i’m so lucky to have you, you know?”

Extras:

*will fuck you awake and has a hand over your mouth bc he remembers half way that half his team is in the other room*

“Y’all are lucky, y/n has such a talent for cooking”

“Sakusa, you don’t get breakfast.”

“You hear nothing, hinata!”

*pinches your ass in public*

“OSAMU STOP TALKING TO MY S/O”

“Osamu give y/n some onigiri, she’s picking up my lunch.”

“MY BABY IS HERE” *runs to you mid practice*

“No bokuto you don’t get to hug her.”

“Back off Sakusa!”

*will bark*

“Stop telling people i use lemon shampoo bc i have blonde hair.”

“Wait i thought i had a manicure appointment today- did i miss it?”

“Shave down my nails will ya? I always mess up.”

“Get your black nail polish away from me, i want the clear one.”

*will bite you to get your attention*

*will show off his manicure to kageyama if he ever bumps into him*

A/N: Thank you guys for 300 followers 🥺🥳

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angelkurenai · 4 years ago

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Imagine Pedro being teased and questioned about how close he is with you, Gal’s adopted sister, and trying his best to hide the fact that you are actually dating.

“So, Gal, I am going to direct this question mostly at you but of course anyone can get to answer. I actually wanted to know your opinion about it.” Conan said, as Gal herself nodded her head with a smile.

“Oh, please, with pleasure.”

“There have been several photos, and I do not mean just from paps or professionals. Even you on your personal instagram posted a few. Which, to say the least, broke the internet as we all saw.”

“Yeah uh truth is my instagram wasn't working for several hours afterwards and I thought it was just me but then I kept asking others and got the same reply from everyone! Turns out, we caused a blackout of sorts.” Gal laughed, admitting to it before looking away in embarrassment while the rest of the cast nodded their heads as if almost giving her a a playful glare, even through the screen of the computer.

“And the reason behind that, who would have thought, a couple photos!” Jimmy nodded his head “Your sister, your adopted sister (Y/n), came to visit you on the set of Wonder Woman 1984. It was, for lack of better words, a historic moment not just for instagram who crashed because of the popularity of the photos but also for comic book fans worldwide. It was the closest we could get to a Marvel and DC crossover.”

“You say that because she was in her costume in some of them yeah?” Gal asked with a bright smile, always loving to talk about her little sister as Conan nodded his head “Yes, it was (Y/n)'s idea and everyone knows it, I can never say no to my little sister. Plus, she was right; we had so much fun fooling around in our costumes! I had more fun than I've ever had on a set of a movie before. And, yes, I almost always enjoy the movies I'm in, but this one- this one was truly something else! We- almost everyone, I think, played along as we acted as our characters and filmed some scenes just for laughs. I really really hope they make it into the bloopers somehow.”

“So you're planning on taking down youtube next, I see. I see.” the host nodded his head with playfully narrowed eyes, seeming all suspicious and making everyone laugh.

“No, no I swear! I don't want to!” she said in between laughter “We all had so much fun and an amazing time on set and in front of the cameras, playing superheroes that it would be incredible for the fans to see! It's- Really, it is kind of an unofficial crossover that should make it to the internet at least!”

“I'll have to-” Patty spoke up “I'll have to give it to Gal, she is right. (Y/n) had this amazing idea and creative at the same time because she had a small plot in her mind and lines and everything concerning the set. We all did a small setup and filmed it and, honestly, it came out to be real good!”

“Patty is no even exaggerating and Gal is certainly right. We had so much fun filming that small crossover, and (Y/n)'s ideas were brilliant! Fans will definitely love it!” Kristen said in addition.

“She truly is an incredibly talented, smart and creative person, besides an absolute darling. So kind to everyone and sweet, we all couldn't get enough of her. And-” Patty raised a finger “I will say it here once more because Gal has heard it before: the fastest we've filmed a scene in this movie. And it was all thanks to how professional she was, it was truly incredible!”

“Well, I can't ever deny it, my little sister is the biggest star there is! Oscars or other awards aside, she proves how great she is on every set on her own!”

“And you are definitely her biggest fan, as we all can clearly tell.” Conan pointed out with a small laugh “Speaking of, I think we do have someone who could only be described as your main rival on that sweet stop of being your sister's number one fan. Someone who hasn't been shy about expressing his admiration about (Y/n) but who has yet to utter a word.” Conan looked back up from his papers and said someone almost felt his heart jump in fear and nervousness, hoping that at least nobody noticed that he was indeed being silent for a reason “Pedro, you're being uncharacteristically quiet about this one, especially for something that caused Instagram to crash within thirty minutes of the photos being uploaded. I'm not- I'm not used to this from you. Come on, talk to me. Say what's on your mind.”

“This is oddly- I'm getting strange deja vu vibes here. Must be cause of that one time I visited a therapist. Long story short, it was only one session for me and about hm at least 25 for him. I heard he's still going to a therapist now.” he shrugged casually, earning laughter from everyone. He chuckled slightly himself, glancing over the screen of his computer while trying his best to keep anything from showing on his face even more so his smile, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I mean-” he cleared his throat “Ah man, what else can I say? The ladies have spoken, and they've said exactly what- I believe anyone that gets the opportunity to work with (Y/n) or watch her movies would agree she is one of a kind.” he shrugged softly with an adorable smile “Besides, it feels like anything I say is just going to be used against me, so I- I better keep on silently observing. That does seem like it's the safest option here.”

Pedro's laugh was more of a nervous if not awkward one, but he was pretty confident it was just no different to how he would usually laugh away questions he didn't want to answer in interviews. Most celebrities did the same, he wouldn't be the first nor the last, so he didn't expect Conan to insist any further. He didn't want to push his luck, he had been really successful (if not blessed after all these close calls) with all these online interviews to not have everything revealed by accident, so now especially with the current topic, he didn't feel like messing things up. He loved this privacy, he didn't want to lose it not yet, he wanted you and this all to himself for now. And he wanted the story of how you met, of how over that one month and a half on set he felt himself fall in love with you.

And yet... Yet, he was probably a weak man, a man who couldn't help but indulge even if he knew it could probably get him in trouble. You were worth it, though, you were worth all of it and as you were his weakest spot and so indulge he did. He slowly chewed on his lower lip and he so subtly looked over the screen of his computer.

His eyes fell on you, still splayed on his bed, book in one hand and steaming mug on the nightstand – your nightstand on your side of the bed, the thought of which made his heart flutter inside his chest – hair slightly messy, that oversized Mandalorian shirt on, which you'd gotten all excited amongst many many more fandom related toys a couple months ago and couldn't wait for him to see. A shirt which had, inevitably, ended up being taken off you barely ten minutes later starting from him stealing kisses and leading to the two of you making love till the very morning in between endless giggles. The pup you'd gotten – the both of you – not so long ago made a small noise drawing your attention for a short moment as you kept petting him, the both of you too tired to do anything else after an exhausting day of playing. Pedro couldn't complain, although he'd been a part of it he had mostly spent time filming everything even if you hadn't been the one to ask him to, he couldn't help it.

It was something that the both of you decided on and although you hadn't said it out loud, you both knew and at least Pedro hoped, that it was the next step, a very important one, in your relationship besides you moving in with him. To be responsible for another living being together was, if not a test, at least a way to see how well you could cooperate. And, if he could say so himself, you had been doing great so far.

“Good morning, darling. Here for morning kisses? Yes? Come up here.” your giggles were able to warm him more than the sunlight coming through the window “Ooooh someone really loves mommy, don't you?”

And then your words set his entire being alight. Or more specifically that one particular word.

“Well-” he stretched a bit, his arms finding your waist again to bring you closer and cuddle with you “Who doesn't love mommy in this house?” he couldn't help it as his smile turned into a lovestruck grin “Morning, mi amor.”

“Good morning, darling.” you pecked his lips “And don't worry, mommy loves daddy back, enough to make up for the rest of the world.”

As if reading his mind, you chose to look up from your book at him, smiling as you held his gaze for a good few seconds. So much love was evident, even in those few seconds, he could almost feel his own heart burst. Yet another reason for him to control his reactions from showing just how much on high on happiness and love he was. You shook your head, eyes wide as you heard Conan speak again, you playfully mouthed to him “Focus!”

As subtly as possible he tried to clear his throat and taking the mug of coffee that was beside his computer, he took a sip and decided to focus on it as much as he could. Until the subject changed, at least.

“...Wise man. I feel you, so don't worry I'll leave you to it.” if only he knew the big sigh of relief Pedro tried to hold back as Conan continued “It's the tactic I follow 99% of the time when I'm out with my wife, just smile and wave kind of thing. Alright-” he nodded his head in thought “Alright, well, let me ask you all something else. You keep saying in front of the cameras and talking about this small crossover, but I assume she must have been around for longer than that, yes?”

“Yes, yes she was there for at least a month, a month and a half I think. She was on vacation, after being done with filming, and she decided that before heading home that she'd come by and visit us. It was meant to be for a short period of time. She loved the place... the people, perhaps, how could I know for sure?” she shrugged not looking innocent in the least bit, earning a few laughs.

“Anyway-” she cleared her throat “And you see before she knew it, before we all did, one week turned into two turned into three and so on. It-” she chuckled “She was around on set and with us on all those beautiful locations we were in. And while we were all working and walking around with purpose and the need to finish this scene with so much pressure on- on our shoulders and she was just sitting around with a iced coffee or tea on her hand, sunglasses on and phone on the other hand looking she didn't have a single care in the world. It kind of made everyone a little bit jealous to be honest.”

“A little? Cause I sense that there's more than you're letting on, Gal. Come on, spill the tea.”

“Alright more than a little.” she laugh “I mean, it wasn't all the time, of course. Just the first couple days mostly but you can imagine how it was. It seemed like she did it on purpose sometimes.”

“Twistin' the knife even deeper, that's what she's best at. Oh I know!” Conan nodded his head “I'm actually afraid to invite her on the show because I fear how bad she'll roast me. Andy-” he laughed “Andy is the only one who has the most fun during those interviews.”

“I know right? Boy you tell me!” Gal exclaimed “That little shit. I adore her to no end but I really had the hardest of time when she was around. She just had to make comments on everything she could, especially when I was acting. I couldn't stop laughing sometimes, but nobody got mad at her. It was always my fault somehow!”

“I mean she's just so sweet, how could we be mad at her?” Patty added.

“She messed up so many of my scenes!” Gal pretended to be angry but her smile gave it away “But it's true, I couldn't even be mad at her. I don't get to see her that often, because of the work we both do, so I would give anything to have my sister with me like that every other chance I got. Even if I got all the blame for it, there's nothing I wouldn't do for her, you understand.”

“Aw that's- that's incredibly sweet, actually. It's- that's the exact opposite of me and my brother so no I can't really understand to be honest, but alright.” Conan laughed “Well, then, you really got your chance this time, right? You had the opportunity to spend all this time with her. When you were not working of course.”

“I...” Gal trailed off, her smile turning into a mischievous one but the rest of her expression trying to remain innocent, and failing at it because she truly wasn't even trying “Well, I would say yes. And I would agree with you. And I would even ramble about the wonderful two months I spent with my sister... If that had been the case. If I had really seen her for more than a week total, then yeah I would say that.”

“Wha- P-Pardon me?” Conan blinked in surprise “Didn't you j-just say your sister was with you on set for about two months? Or have I been in a parallel universe all this time and I just now came back to our reality?”

“Oh no it's very much our reality but I also did mean what I said. My sister was on set, and I did see her quiet often. But did I spend almost all of my free time with her? Did she spend hers with me? Nope. And that-” again with a far-from-innocent shrug “That is probably the only question I can answer. What she did? Did she have fun?... Who she was with? I wish I knew. What I know is I wasn't the one closest to her on set.”

“So you're telling me, (Y/n) was on set full of people she didn't really know, and you, her sister, barely spent any time with her? I'm gonna assume the rest of you didn't spend more time with her compared to Gal, right?” he asked and got nods from everyone, well, everyone who had their eyes on their screen and therefore looking at Conan, because there was still one that would avoid eye-contact even through the screen “Well, then, who was closest to her on set, if not you?”

“She, well-” Gal paused, smile all too sweet as she added “There could be someone...”

Said someone who couldn't even look up from his mug of coffee, as if it was the most interesting thing in the entire world, and didn't dare say a word for fearing of messing things up; even if his silence spoke volumes as it was. A silence which was... even more intense than before. Even more... real. Probably because it wasn't just in his head, probably because it wasn't just from his part.

Blinking several times, he slowly raised his head to look up from his mug and at the screen of his computer. Only to be met with the eyes of the rest of the group staring at... well, they were staring at the screen of their own computers but for some reason – a reason which he knew all too well – he felt like all eyes were suddenly on him. And they probably were. Because Gal was being nice about it but almost everyone had noticed how much time you had spent with Pedro during those almost two months. You had just met back then so they didn't imply anything back then but now... now they could just as well do so.

“I-” he laughed and he hated how nervous he sounded “Is it time to talk about my character?” he asked almost shyly, nearly praying on the inside that they would say yes and let him change the subject “Well, Max Lord is a guy who-”

“Are you trying to change the subject there, Pedro? One can wonder why.” Conan narrowed his eyes “Come on, don't be shy. Share your opinion here, or maybe your personal experience. Since I am assuming you do have one?”

“Yes, Pedro, why don't you share your opinion with us?” Gal raised an eyebrow, small smirk on her lips “You've been particularly interested in that drink the past couple minutes apparently.”

“I-” Pedro paused, before shaking his head with a laugh “This is going to be a long interview. I can tell.”

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keilemlucent · 4 years ago

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boneless wings

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You’re feeling shitty and Keigo is more than willing to help you out.

just a short little thing. just tooth rotting fluff, soft keigo, very sweet, nice. nesting fic with avian hawks. enjoy a soft, feel good piece.

enjoy a feel good piece y’all ;^)

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Sometimes, you just have shitty days. It’s just a fact of living and breathing, somedays just fucking suck and it’s just how it is. You knew this. You were well aware.

And, you were having one.

The weird, gluey feeling in your chest didn’t go away, no matter what you did. You tried the kitschy self-care that those online magazines recommended. Yoga, face masks, drinking fucking water—

None of it worked, so you gave up, opting to nest in your living room. You padded it with pillows, blankets, and a few plushies. You didn’t much feel like eating, mouth dry despite the extra water you had chugged in desperation.

You resigned yourself to riding out your nastiness, ambiently watching TV with half-lidded eyes. The constant pattering of drizzling rain relaxed you, but the gray sky it brought with it was hardly welcome.

Your phone rang in the early evening, pulling you from your stupor.

You answered without checking the caller ID, “Hello?”

“Angel!” Keigo’s voice was like sunshine through the phone. “Have you eaten? I found a great street vendor that I want to take you to. You down?”

You sighed into the receiving, nestling in your blankets. You weren’t up for much moving.

“I’m sorry, Kei’,” You hated how weak your voice sounded. “I’m not feeling so hot. I think I’m staying in for the day.��

You could hear his frown through the phone, “Aww, babe! Why didn’t you tell me? I’ll bring you some soup! Maybe dumplings, if you’re feeling that.”

“No, love, it’s not that kind of sick,” You rubbed at your eyes.

Keigo had made it very clear early in your relationship that for all of the hoops and secrecy you had to jump through for him, he wanted to be more than there for you. He was insanely nice and supportive if you let him.

Especially on your shitty days, you struggled to tell him how rotten you were feeling.

“Dove,” His voice was so sweet from the phone, worming its way through your depressive haze. “You want me to come over? Snuggle you a little, order in some food you like? You know I’m here for you, (Y/N).”

You swallowed, rubbing at the wetness around your waterline, “I don’t wanna trouble you, ‘Kei, you know that.”

“Now I gotta come over, Dove. You’re never trouble. Guess I gotta show you.”

“Keigo—”

He hung up before you could argue.

Though, you did receive a text shortly after.

[heart eyes chicken wing]: i’ll be over in 30, okay?

[heart eyes chicken wing]: i’m gonna kiss u so much

[heart eyes chicken wing]: you want me to stay over? i’m the big spoon 4 u ALL NIGHT!!

[heart eyes chicken wing]: i love u so much dove!!!

You swallowed, rubbing at your tears. Sure, Keigo was a bit overbearing. He was actually pretty new to the whole ‘dating’ thing, but he really tried. And on your shitty days, it did feel better to have someone close.

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Keigo arrived a half an hour later, knocking on your balcony door.

You hauled yourself from your nest, quickly dodging to the bathroom to grab him a towel for his wings.

Padding to the door, you unlocked and slid it open, stepping aside for Keigo and only looking at the ground. You handed the towel to which he thanked you promptly. There was a bag in his hand that was dropped to the ground, a bit damp from the mist outside.

Standing next to him, you felt a little pathetic, to say the least. Standing in front of him in nothing but sweats and an oversized sweater, eyes scratchy with old tears, and a mess of unattended hair.

“Oh, baby,” Keigo’s voice was so empathetically sad, it made your own chest ache.

You finally looked up, just as Keigo cupped your face, leaning down the slightest bit to pepper your face with kisses.

“H-hey, stop that,” You stuttered, unable to stop the fluttery feeling cracking in your chest, a little ray of warmth through the rot. “You’re too nice.”

“Nope,” Keigo dropped a kiss on the tip of your nose, pulling him into you by your waist to hug you as tightly as he could. “I’m not nice enough. You deserve the world, you know.”

“So you tell me,” You mumble against his chest, locking your arms around his neck and settling against his neck for a moment.

Keigo let you rest against him, a birdlike cooing vibrating cutely from the back of his throat as he rubbed your lower back with his thumbs.

“Thanks for coming by, Kei’. I love you,” It was in a small voice, but it was something.

“I love you too.” Keigo nuzzled into the side of your head, pressing a wet kiss to your temple. “And, of course. Anytime. Also, I brought you a little treat.”

You pulled away a little, just to eye the bag he’d dropped when he’d arrived, “Dinner?”

“Hmmm, no, but we’ll get that too,” Keigo left the embrace, but slipped your palms together. “I thought it might be nice for your bad days. It’s kind of heavy, though.”

You cocked your head to the side as he passed you the bag, topped with pastel tissue paper. Pulling it away, your eyebrows rose.

Inside, was a blanket, heavy in the bag.

“It’s a weighted blanket! Rumi was talking about how helpful they are for Fuyumi when she gets anxious, and I figured it might help you too,” Keigo beamed at you as you looked in the bag.

You were very fragile that day, and small kindnesses hit a little harder than you wanted to admit.

Your arms wrapped around his neck again, blanket dropped to the ground as you hid your damp face in Keigo’s neck.

“Thank you,” You pressed into his neck as he rubbed at your sides. “A lot.”

He squeezed you, smothering your messy hair with kiss after kiss, “Of course, dove. Anything to help you out. Now, dinner? Anything. You name it.”

...

Keigo ordered in your favorite comfort food, more than happy to make the phone call to the place for delivery.

The moment he hung up, he was eyeing your ‘nest’ on the floor.

“Uh, babe, what’s all that?” He jerked his head towards the mass on the floor.

The embarrassment in your gut stung, “It’s... I guess a nest... It’s kind of dumb, I’m sorry.”

“Hey, silly,” Keigo was on you in an instant, kissing your forehead and dragging you into him. “Don’t apologize. One, it looks comfy as hell. Two, I’m bird adjacent, and the idea of you making a nest that I can now snuggle with you in makes me like, cuddle horny.”

You snorted a laugh out, the filthy feeling your gut dulling, “Nesting turns you on?”

“Like, in a cute way,” Keigo smiled down with his honeyed eyes. He dragged you over to the nest, falling into the piles of blankets and pillows. “Like, I want to wrap you up in my wings and kiss you until you fall asleep, kind of horny.”

“Ohhh, I see,” You smirk down as he cutely adjusted the softness around his feathers, a cluster of the downy ones from the base of his wings falling around the nest. “What are those doing?”

“Gotta claim it, bird stuff,” He huffed while papping his hands on a pillow. “Get down here, dove. This nest isn’t complete without you in it, you know.”

It was a little silly, Keigo’s avian doings, but it was also very endearing to see him like this. Both he and you were being particularly vulnerable, and though you felt pretty raw, it also felt nice. Very nice.

“Oh, wait!” Keigo piped up as you fell to your knees on a soft comforter.

One of his feathers shot off, then three more, bringing the new, weighted blanket over to you and Keigo’s nest. It fell into your lap.

You carefully unfurled it as Keigo idly told you about his day, knowing all too well how it was harder for you to talk when you weren’t feeling well. You appreciated the gesture, a bit of tension rolling from your shoulders as you fully unwrapped the blanket.

As you did, Keigo plopped into the perfect nest he made, wings perfectly poised behind him.

You followed his movement, scooted closer to him. Keigo wasted no time urging your back to his chest, wrapping you the two of you up in one of his wings. The warm scent of the oil he rubbed on them instantly lulled you, eye going half-lidded. Keigo giggled, watching your sleepy reaction. He knew how to get you boneless without a single touch (in more ways than one).

He stretched for the new blanket, pulling it over the two of you, sighing at its weight, “Oh, I get it now.”

The blanket weighed down on your body, thoroughly pleasantly. The pressure lulled you even more, Keigo’s heat and steady breath only adding to your increasingly lax state.

“Like it, dove?” Keigo asked, lightly laughing as he swept a bit hair from your face. He adjusted a pillow under your head, the arm thrown over your waist drifting chastely to under your sweater to rub circles on your hips.

“Mhm, it’s really nice,” You let your eyes shut. “I’m getting a little sleepy already.”

Keigo hummed, kissing the crown of your head, a happy chirp echoing his chest, “Good, I’m glad. Very glad. You rest if you need to, angel.”

You felt your eyes well with tears at his unabashed kindness. It was so earnest with him sometimes, it was overwhelming.

Turning, you pressed your front to him, nestling yourself against his neck, softening as light coos rolled from Keigo’s throat, just up against your ear.

You fell into a light, but calm sleep, happily. Keigo with his avian quirks, worn hands, and sweetest nothings, helped bear the burden of your bad day, happy to fall with you into your new nest.

(Keigo would have to convince you to make a permanent one, but with how easily you unwound and settled in this one, he didn’t think it would take much.)

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llamagoddessofficial · 3 years ago

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Thank you to @venelona for commissioning this piece from their amazing au, Check & Mate! Take a look at their @undertale-check-and-mate blog if you’re interested in the aesthetic & super cool worldbuilding~

“I have no idea how I beat you before, Papyrus.”

Frisk stared at the scattered chessboard, her brow deeply furrowed, finger rapping repeatedly against the tabletop in her frustration. Papyrus, opposite her, sat in his smart black and white chequered uniform... the picture of a winner.

This was just a casual game between friends. Of course, Frisk approached it with just as much fierce competitiveness as she would any other, but it was still nowhere near as high stakes as the official first match she’d had when she first met Papyrus. She moved her bishop, taking a pawn, saying the move aloud as Papyrus did- he was encouraging her to do so while in practise, to familiarise herself with the board and the options she had at hand.

“THROUGH YOUR OWN TALENT AND SKILL, OF COURSE! BISHOP TO F7.” He said, moving it with a gloved hand and taking the bishop she’d just pushed- he’d baited her with a pawn sacrifice. She groaned, puting her head in her hands, running her fingers through her chestnut hair... How the hell did I miss that? “SOME DAYS, WE PLAY BETTER, AND SOME DAYS WE JUST CAN’T WRAP OUR HEAD AROUND THE BOARD. THOUGH WHETHER MY DEFEAT WAS A FLUKE OR NOT, WE SHALL HAVE TO SEE WITH MORE GAMES... SHAN’T WE?”

“At this rate, fluke or no, Undyne is going to get me in two moves.”

Papyrus was fantastic to play against. He was a true enthusiast; he knew openings Frisk didn’t even know existed, he could adopt any play style or development or combination, he had an almost encyclopedic knowledge of the game and through it all he had brilliant sportsmanship. After her first match with him in the snow, where she’d beaten him in a pulse-jumping game, the win/loss ratio between the two of them had been almost 50/50 and playing him was her no.1 method of efficient practise... especially considering her goal of beating every monster in this strange undeground world at chess.

...

Papyrus was the complete opposite of his brother.

Sans the skeleton was the only monster, the only monster, who hadn’t challenged Frisk to a game when he met her- something that immediately wildly threw her off. “i’m way too lazy,” he’d said, with a wide and casual grin that almost fooled her into believing him. Black pants and sleeves, white gloves, a white shirt and shoulder-covering cape with black trim... and the most ridiculous long chequered double-tie she’d ever seen with a small bone-shaped lapel pin.

I don’t know how he manages to look good in that. But... he does.

... There was something behind his tiny eyelights, stupid grin and lazy demeanour. She saw it the second she shook his hand- he was observing her. He was smart... he was the interesting kind of smart.

... So why won’t you pick up a chess piece?

It wasn’t for lack of trying on her part, to say the least. Frisk had been asking him borderline nonstop. Curiosity about his true aptitude, combined with her determination to beat everyone (which included him), created a storm that couldn’t be subsided- but at this rate she’d be dead of old age before he moved a pawn, seeing as he seemed to be totally immovable in his resolution to not engage her.

... Which only spurred her on even more. Of course.

“nah. i’m terrible at chess. wouldn’t know a knight from a rook from a raven. i’ll leave all that hard work to the professionals.”

At that moment, he was reclined on his couch, apparently totally ignoring the casual match going on a few feet away. She had yet to see his eyelights glancing over to their table...

...

But her suspicions were mounting.

Looking over the board, her finger finally stopped tapping- Frisk spied an opportunity.

...

“... Hm...” Her eyes narrowed in mock thought, and she had to try pretty hard not to immediately look over at Sans and make herself too obvious as she ‘wondered’ aloud. “... If I... rook to e1...”

... It was a total lie. She wasn’t going to make that move- it would leave her king completely open for Papyrus to move in and sweep up a pawn, checkmating it with his queen and ending the game there and then.

...

Sans went still.

Frisk spotted it, a hawk seeing a bunny twitch; he’d moved his skull a fraction of an inch to the side. He’d given himself away.

... He ‘wouldn’t know a rook from a raven’, huh?

“... Actually, no. Pawn to g5.”

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Papyrus had to leave, eventually- heading to his training for entry into the King’s royal guard. He’d beaten Frisk, that time, catching her out with a knight and cornering her... but of course, being Papyrus, he was boastless and jeerless and merely congratulated her on a ‘FANTASTIC’ game with a handshake and a bright smile before he went.

His departure left Frisk alone in the house.

With Sans.

...

... She reset the scrambled board, lining everything up and turning to look over her shoulder at the skeleton still silently reclined on the sofa. Even when lazed back with his lapel pin wonky, he somehow managed to look sharp in his outfit.

“Heeeey Sans....” She said, voice sweet and sing-songy, thick lashes fluttering. She even adopted a ‘cuter’ position- crossing her legs and resting her cheek on the back of the chair. “Y’know. You should come play with me.”

“no.” He didn’t even open his sockets, speaking in that calm and collected baritone, with a little teasing lilt in return for her playfulness.

Ugh. She quickly gave up on the cute position, sitting forward. “C’mooon...”

“you’re too far away. i’m so lazy. can’t.”

... Well.

Not to be deterred, she prised her fingers under the entire board and hefted it up, carefully getting down from the table to carry it across the room. She placed it on the coffee table just in front of the couch and kneeled on the floor, eyes and smile glinting.

The sound of the board hitting the tabletop (and a few pieces rattling and falling over) was enough to make him actually crack open a socket, clearly curious- the pinprick eyelight observed her with that lowkey sharpness she really couldn’t take her eyes off of.

“... Look, I’ll even open, since you’re so lazy.” She picked up a white pawn. “Pawn to d4.”

...

... Sans sighed. He opened both sockets, and sat up in his seat... her heart jumped into her throat and she sat up straighter too; could this be it? Had she broken him with her pestering? Was he finally going to play a game with her? His eyelights were so intense, so unreadable as he looked across at the board. His gaze lifted to her... Sans smiled, leaning forward...

...

He flicked his king over.

“oh no.” He said, sitting back, sockets closing again. “you sunk my battleship.”

...

Frisk sat on her heels, throwing her head back and letting out a dramatic and loud world-weary groan that would’ve worked just as well coming from someone three times her age, smacking her hands against the tiny coffee table and jumping all the loose chess pieces. It made him snicker from his position on the sofa- absorbed in how cruel the world was and how her suffering was never going to end, Frisk completely missed the tiny fond look he shot her.

“You’re a total liar, y’know.” She wanted to throw something at him, but she just settled for crossing her arms over her chest and glaring at his stupid smug face seeing as the nearest throwable objects were all furniture. “You know how to play, I saw you listening in to the game earlier.”

“dunno what you’re talking about.” He was making the couch look... awfully comfy. How he was practically sinking into it... and she’d been sat at the table for what felt like hours while she played against Papyrus.

... She abandoned the board to come and sit heavily beside him, frustrated at once again being thwarted. Frisk knew he wasn’t going to admit his lie; and she wasn’t even going to try to get the confession out of him, it’d be like trying to get blood from a stone. But she at least had that knowledge... none of his dodging or thwarting could take that away from her.

“You. Are such a pain.” She grumbled.

“course.” He replied, in that wonderful voice of his. “s’my job.”

...

“So...” Frisk felt her smile widening. No rest for the wicked. She moved closer to him on the couch, shuffling over the cushions... juuust until her knee was touching his. “You like jokes, right?”

He glanced at her, cool calm & unaffected. “i sure do.”

She fully grinned at him. “Tell me a chess joke. I know you have a few rattling around in that skull of yours.”

“... you wanna hear a chess joke? when i have so many other brilliant puns? i’m hurt.”

“Go on.” She propped herself up on her elbow, voice lowering a fraction. “Just for me?”

He sighed.

(But... his smile grew a tiny bit.)

“... yesterday, i threw chess pieces all over my brother’s head. you should’ve seen the rook on his face.”

...

That was actually kind of brilliant. She snickered- she’d been expecting something much, much lower in quality, and was pleasantly surprised.

“Do you know what chess pieces look at when they have private time?”

“hm?”

She winked exaggeratedly. “Pawn videos.”

... He rolled his eyelights, smile mirroring hers in its wideness nonetheless.

“I wish I could become a doctor.” Frisk dramatically placed her non-propping hand on her chest, as if delivering an emotional soliloquy, enjoying the fact that she was melting him. “Alas, I must become a chess champion- for I have an incredibly chequered past.”

“so awful it’s on par with my usual jokes.” He snickered. “you’re lucky pap isn’t here.”

“Hey. What’s the most costly chess move?”

“that’d be the check, of course.”

“... Do you know any chess pickup lines? I can’t say I have any.” She said, coquettishly, leaning in closer to him- he didn’t reciprocate much, just turning to look at her a little more.

“dunno if it’s appropriate. also don’t know if i’m your type.”

That made her giggle.

“... Well. Y’know what my type is...?”

“hmm?” He cocked his head.

“People who’ll actually play me at chess.”

...

His face...

... Fell.

...

“do you ever quit?” He said, more akin to a snap than just a normal question.

In quite literally an instant it completely shattered the aura the two had created. The sudden transition and frustration in his voice caught her totally off guard- she blinked, taking her head off her hand and sitting upright, losing all the closeness she’d gained from leaning in.

“Wh...”

“i’m not going to play with you. get over it.” His eyelights had gone whip-thin, and... oddly icy. “stop bugging me all the damn time and get something better to do. it’s not going to happen. just get back to ‘practising’ so you can run off and get beaten by undyne.”

...

What the hell?

...

A tense silence stretched between the two of them that got progressively more and more uncomfortable.

...

Frisk turned away from him in a manner that, from anyone else, would’ve been a resignation- but from her felt more like a jab right back at him- a ‘I’m not going to deal with this shit’ declaration with nothing but her face. She wasted no time moving herself off the couch, picking up the chess board carelessly to settle down at the table instead, across the room and by herself.

Several pieces rattled and fell over on both sides when she put the board down on the table. But she didn’t care.

...

“... uh... hey. wait.”

The wind was out of his sails- his tone had lost literally all of its previous bite. But she didn’t look at him, her brow furrowed and jaw set, far less willing to drop it than he apparently was.

“... frisk.”

...

Okay, fine. Whatever. She graced him with an upset glance- her posture was defensive, usually warm and amicable (either that or ruthlessly determined) expression twisted into something pretty unpleasant.

She just... didn’t get why he’d suddenly bitten like that. He had yet to seem upset at all by her asking him about chess, the worst he’d looked was entertained, and he could’ve just... told her if she was bugging him, right? Instead of lashing out like that with no warning when she thought they were having fun.

...

... He was sat totally upright, looking at her, leaning against the arm of the sofa like he wanted to push through it.

“... i’m... i’m sorry.” His eyelights were tiny, smile low. “i didn’t mean that. i just got mad.”

...

Frisk turned back to the board, righting the black king. “Okay.”

She didn’t see his cringe.

“... you’ll beat undyne. i’m sure. you’re even more determined than she is, which is saying something.”

“... Mhm.”

Both of them could tell she didn’t think his second, meeker statement was the one he really meant. And he didn’t like that at all. “i mean it,” he insisted, louder.

Shuffling sounds- she wasn’t fully paying attention to him, moving some other pieces back into their proper positions, making sure the knights were facing forward.

“... I know you do, Sans. Thank you.”

She didn’t believe him. But he seemed oddly insistent on getting her to say he did... so she’d just agree, and they could drop it.

...

“you asked about chess pickup lines, right?”

His voice was a lot closer than she expected it to be, and it almost made her jump- she narrowly avoided flinging the bishop she was holding when she turned to find him separated from her only by a chair. How the... how did he move so silently? He was righting the black queen, for her.

“... Uh...” She mumbled. He wasn’t the only one who’d had the wind taken out of his sails- she suddenly couldn’t find it in her to make a joke. “... Yeah.”

“would it be inappropriate of me...” He held up his hand, a familiar white piece between his index phalange and his thumb. “to call you good-rooking?”

...

Frisk couldn’t help it. She snorted, at that- it was so dumb... the perfect kind of joke to alleviate a mood. The small ungainly sound seemed to have a positive impact on him- his shoulders unwound, smile lifting at the corners just enough for the curve to seem genuine again.

“is that a king in your pants or are you just happy to see me?”

Her snort became a proper giggle, which he apparently liked even more. Okay. I know I’m supposed to be mad, but this is too good to pass up. “I-I dunno. Looks more like a pawn to me.”

“... wow. i’m... wounded.”

His eyelights were larger, softer... his body language had opened like a book. She looked up into his sockets, posture loosening too, unconsciously mirroring him until she’d gone from clenching her arms to only holding her wrist. “Sure you are.”

...

Both of them seemed to realise, at the same time, just how close their faces were.

Frisk turned away first, her cheeks suddenly tingling and pleasantly warm- she pursed her lips and finished resetting the chessboard. Today was already proving to be a bit of an emotional rollercoaster. Sans’ face was also gently coloured, a small dust of blue making an appearance on his cheekbones... but he didn’t turn away.

“... c’mon, let’s just watch some tv or something. i’ve said ‘chess’ and ‘rook’ so many times i’m starting to forget what they mean.”

“... Pft... okay. ... Sure.”

#commissions #llama writes #frans #dude i just LOVE the fuckin aesthetic of this au!!#the outfits are all so.. hgngn #nothing i love more than the local asshole going '... fuck. wait. oh no. babe dont go-'#THANK YOU SO MUCH VENE THIS WAS SO FUN #i actually had to look up.... chess stuff #what the frick

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extremelyblackandwhite · 4 years ago

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innocence - 28

PAIRING: bodyguard!bucky barnes x innocent actress!reader

WARNINGS: angst

A/N: its angst season again!!

NEXT CHAPTER

Bucky looked around like a crazed maniac, looking for anyone, just anyone who could be responsible for the letter he was holding in his hands. His blood seemed to freeze in his veins just like they used to when they held him hostage in the Russian base. Those words were tattooed in his retina, as it dawned on him he had once again to keep her safe. His ears started ringing like they always did when they used to trigger him, the ring itself replacing any other environment sound, becoming so loud it fully overcame over his senses, rendering him particularly useless. Not that he was of use lately.

- Bucky? - Y/N’s sister, Claire, called out to him. Almost mechanically, he stuffed the letter in his back pocket. - Are you okay? You look a bit shocked. Any naughty Christmas post cards?

- Just a bit ... cold.

- Yeah, Y/N said you were not very comfortable with it. Sorry about that, I was just trying to keep you away from Aunt Petunia. She’s too much.

- Thanks, Claire. Hm ... do you have any landline? I need to make a call to the US and my plan is running out.

- Yeah, no worries. There’s one in the hall by Y/N’s bedroom. - she gave him a warm smile which was reminiscent of Y/N yet did little to nothing to calm him down. He handed her the rest of the mail before climbing up the stairs to the same hall which had doors on each side. Yet, despite it looking like a maze all he cared about was that small telephone on the table.

Her picked the phone, leaning it against his ear as the rolled the dial to Steve’s number, the letter firmly mashed in his fist as he wanted nothing more than to burn it in the big fire place but he couldn’t. All he could think of was whoever had broken into Y/N’s flat back had followed them to London and once again he had been incapable of protecting her. He had let whoever was sending her those nasty messages, get to her in one of her most safe places. The other line rang like the passage of long times, until he heard the voice which had become synonymous with freedom and America together.

- Steve Rogers.

- Steve, they did it it again. - he snapped before he could even tell who it was on the phone. Yet, if his oldest friend couldn’t figure out his voice after so many years then maybe he needed new friends.

- Buck?

- Someone left a letter on her mail box calling her a whore again. You and Natasha were on it trying to figure out who did it in New York. - he continued on like an out of control mess.

- Buck, calm down. Was the handwriting similar? Maybe it’s a prank.

- There’s no handwriting just magazine cut outs and it’s not a prank.

Y/N stepped out of the car, walking over to the luggage holder to help her father take the shopping bags out while her mother walked up to the door to unlock it before they could climb up the stairs. Her father opened the truck of the small red car which they had had since she was a baby. She still remembered her father picking her up from ballet practice, the red colour bright through the cloudy skies. It always felt so safe to enter through those doors, almost if there was no harm whenever she was inside the old metal vehicle. Things were so simple back then and evil was so hardly defined and bordered away from her. She had had a good childhood, good parents, good family so why was she so scared whenever she was in New York? Why was she so intrinsically insecure and meek?

- So, beanie, you and James. Does he treat you well? - he asked as he handed her some bags and christmas boxes.

- He’s just perfect, dad.

- Then what is it?

- What do you mean? - she looked over her shoulder.

- Well, you’re my daughter, you’ve been my daughter for over 5 years now and I like to think I know you better than you think. What’s wrong, Y/N?

- I’m just homesick, dad. - she faked a smile, pushing her hat further down her head, trying to fiddle with something else. - New York is different from here and well, stardom is different from here. It has nothing to do with Bucky.

- He makes you happy?

- He does.

- Then I’m happy for you, beanie. - her father kissed the top of her head, carrying half the shopping bags and gifts onto the home while Y/N stood back looking at the neighbourhood she’d grown up in. It wasn’t perfect, no place in the world is perfect but it had a much more emotional connection to her than her place in SoHo. Of course, maybe it was just her own rose coloured glasses of being away from such a structured, planned 3 year ahead career.

She smiled softly at the houses in exposed brick shades and the coloured blue and red doors with big gold number. Rows and rows of houses which seemed never ending when she was younger yet now seemed so quickly fading from view. Nothing is everlasting and she remembered so well thinking everything was but maybe it was for the best. Good things end to give way to better ones and bad things end become they no longer suit you.

Y/N looked over her shoulder one last time before entering the house. She put the bags near the other ones neatly stacked by the staircase before pulling her coat and jacket off. The house was always filled with noise, it was never quiet. Always abundant with laughter or discussions about the silly topics. This time, they were discussing some weird plot on the television. However, Bucky was nowhere to be seen.

- Did you not invite Bucky? - she crossed her arms, giving her siblings the dirtiest look she could muster. - Guys, I asked you to include him.

- We did but your boyfriend has been on an international call for the last hour. It’s gonna add up. - Colin retorted.

- I’m gonna go check on him. - she reminded herself to tell Colin off for that backhanded comment but she was much more preoccupied with Bucky. Sure, he did enjoy his loneliness but Y/N didn’t want him to feel alienated. She did not want him to feel lonely or like a stranger in her home. Climbing up the stairwell, she noticed him at the end of the hall, old telephone she used to toy around with when she was a kid pretending to call her family yet, unlike her past childhood self, Bucky had the phone firmly pressed against his ears, lips tight, one hand holding himself against the table.

She noticed his indisposition, his muscles so tight she wondered how come he hadn’t had a cramp and like any empath she approached him with her characteristic sunny attitude, wrapping her arms around his waist, putting herself on her tip toes to kiss him. Bucky, however, moved his head to the side, mumbling something over on the phone in Russian, switching languages as if he did not want her to hear his conversation. Her heart dropped to the pit of her stomach, her overthinking nature picking at her brain as she leaned her head against his shoulder. Bucky turned around slightly to kiss her on top of her head like one does to a child or a friend.

- I’m on a call now, princess. - he held her arm up to wrap it from his waist.

- Okay. I’ll just go ... go have a shower.

She delayed her exit, almost waiting for him to kiss her like he always did whenever she left. However, Bucky quickly returned to his call, in Russian, and she got the message loud and clear. She tried not to think much about it, after all Bucky was still related to the Avengers and despite being his girlfriend, she was not expect to be into that sort of information. She tried to convince herself of that fact as she stepped onto the cold porcelain of her shower floor. The water fell from her head onto her shoulder as she scrubbed the dirt off her body, constantly telling her inner anxiety, Bucky was merely busy. If she were busy she wouldn’t have liked her partner being clingy. He was busy.

She turned off the shower, wrapping herself in the fluffy bathrobe she probably had had since she was 18, hair still damp as she slide her feet into fluffy slippers and walked into her bedroom. Bucky was sat in her bed, laptop on his lap as he typed the keyboard so harshly one would think he’d break the keys. She smiled to herself as she took the side near him, head laying on top his cozy black jumper, probably dampening the fabric but Bucky didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he didn’t even seen to mind her presence, merely ignoring it. She looked up at him, moving to kiss his jaw with an innocence type of request which was anything but innocent.

- Buck. - she said in a sing song type of voice, almost like a mermaid calling out for a sailor. - Why don’t we finish what we started in the airplane?

- Not today, princess. - he kissed the top of her head once again. - I’m not in the mood for it.

- Oh ... hum ... okay. - she almost retracted back into her shell at those words. Had she done something this morning? Something to upset him? Maybe he didn’t enjoy her leaving him alone with her family. - Do you wanna go out for dinner?

- I don’t think it’s wise, princess. They might ... pap us or someth’ng.

Did he not want to be papped with her? Maybe he was still upset over the pap photos she had willingly given away. She didn’t know and she didn’t want to know. Instead, she decided to turn around in the bed, still naked under her bathroom and stare at the wall until she felt sleep weigh on her eyelids. Bucky, on the other side, had his wild eyes glued to the screen, watching the security tape of her apartment over and over again. It had been cut, he knew it had from the time changing sharply, however, he couldn’t see anything which would be of any aid. All he knew was that not only had he failed his job as an Avenger, he failed his job as her bodyguard and failed to protect her like any boyfriend would do. Would it be in a club he could’ve just punched the daylights out of whoever dared to call her that but right now he couldn’t. He didn’t know how to make it stop.

Bucky closed the laptop, putting it on the floor as he looked through his mind about who could want to hurt her, who cold do anything to want her to suffer. He could no figure it out and all he wanted was to figure it out. He leaned against the bars of her bedpost, looking over to his side to see her sleeping on her side, hand under her face and hair drying in front of his face. He carefully pushed the hair away from her face, tucking her into her large duvet before kissing her cheekbone. He couldn’t bring it upon himself to say anything, to tell her the letter came in. Bucky still remembered how she had reacted last time and he did not want it to happen again, he did not want her to feel unsafe in her own home. Instead, he let himself fast asleep next to her.

The morning woke Y/N up, the strange brightness of a sunny winter day hurting her eyes. She groaned, raising her torso from the bed, eyes blurry as she opened them. Rubbing the sleep off her eyes she extended her arm to notice Bucky’s spot was empty. She furrowed her brows, jumping off bed and walking outside and down the stairs onto the living room where most of her siblings and their partners were.

- Wow, Y/N. Clothes under the bathrobe, much? - Eloise teased.

- Where’s Bucky? - she ignored her sister.

- He went out. - Claire added, handing her a cup of tea. - Said he had to grab some stuff.

- Oh ... okay. He didn’t say anything.

- He probably didn’t want to wake you up. - Claire patted her shoulder, kind smile on her lips.

- Or maybe he’s cheating on you. - Colin added, only to be slapped over the head by Eloise. - Hey, what was that for? I was joking.

- He’s not cheating on you. - Claire reassured her. - Colin is just being an ass.

- What? I was joking!

- Not with Y/N, you idiot. - Eloise muttered under her breathe. - Maybe you should go put your clothes on, Y/N. Bucky is probably just Christmas gift shopping.

- Or maybe he got lost? He is like 200 years old. Did you give him a pager? He might be lost in Piccadilly Circus or maybe he can’t get out the underground.

- Fuck off, Colin. - Y/N snapped at him before returning up to her bedroom.

He knew her brother was just trying to get under her skin. Bucky was not cheating on her, when did he even have time to find someone in London to cheat her with? Maybe he had some contacts in London from when he used to come to missions with the Avengers. Maybe he had someone in London for him. No. No, Bucky did not. Bucky wouldn’t cheat on her, Bucky liked her but he was acting out of style to him. She sat on her bed, hand in the middle of her legs as she tried to stop herself from overthinking things that were absolutely ridiculous. Since she was no good at doing such thing, she called the only person who normally could push her back to reality.

- Chuck? I have a problem.

- Jesus, Y/N. Have you forgotten time zones? - Chuck groaned on the other side of the line. - You better be dying.

- Bucky is acting weird.

- Bucky always acts weird. What’s your point?

- I don’t know, Chuck. It feels weird. I even tried ... initiating IT and he said no. Do you think he’s not attracted to me anymore? He didn’t even want to kiss me

- Maybe he was not in the mood, Y/N. Also, why are you so freaked out about saying sex? Are you sexually repressed? Did you try to initiate some kinky sex with Bucky and maybe his old man penis wasn’t okay with it?

- Can we not discuss my boyfriend’s penis, please?

- What? He’s old, maybe it hasn’t been getting up. Did you ask him? Maybe he forgot to pack Viagra and he’s ashamed.

- Chuck. It is not that.

- I don’t know, Y/N. Maybe spice it up. Dress up like Princess Leia in Empire Strikes Back. Every man is into it.

- Bucky hasn’t seen Star Wars.

- I don’t know what was sexually appealing in the 40s, Y/N. Don’t you have that lingerie set they made you wear for Rocky Horror? Use that. Maybe he really just wasn’t in the mood.

- Okay ... yeah. Uhm, maybe it will work.

- Great. Now, I need to sleep because it is too late and there’s a girl in my bed and I don’t want her to think I have you on the side.

- Oh, is she a nice girl?

- Y/N ever since you lost your virginity you get very boring when you don’t get a dick appointment. Go on and do it with Bucky and we’ll talk later.

- Okay, thank you.

- Bye, bye.

Y/N stared at herself in the mirror. She never really saw herself a sexual being or a sexual girl at all. After all, she was the one who got told by three guys at her university freshers party she had the sexual charisma of a toaster. Now the metaphor did not make any sense but all she knew was that it probably did not make any sense. It wasn’t that she wasn’t comfortable with her own sexuality, she just didn’t think about it outside of work. Maybe Bucky was used to girls who put a bit more effort and wasn’t very attracted to her very old bathrobe and her Marks and Spencers cotton underwear. She shrugged it off, opening her wardrobe to skim through some of the costumes she had worn until she found the white lacy set. It was better than her regular cotton underwear. She put her robe back on looking at herself in the mirror as she gave herself a pep talk. He’s not cheating on her. She knows he would never do that.

She sat down in her bed, going over some scripts sent over by the agency until midday when Bucky came into the bedroom, on the phone with someone else, still speaking Russian. She waited for him to finish his call before she walked over to him, wrapping her arms around his waist.

- Sorry for not telling you, Y/N. I had to make some calls with the team.

- It’s okay. - she smiled at him. - I was just thinking maybe ... maybe we could have some us time. My parents went to do the groceries and my siblings won’t bother us, besides I have something I want to show you.

- Sorry, not in the mood. I need to call Steve. - he took his jacket off, putting it on the edge of her bed. - It’s urgent, princess.

- Oh, okay.

- Can I use the landline? Pretty sure I still haven’t figured out how to make international calls.

- Yeah. - he kissed the top of her head once more.

She sat on her bed defeated. Her mind going through everything she could’ve possibly done wrong the morning she left with her parents. Maybe he really wasn’t in the mood, however he did seem pretty eager that morning. She sighed. Damned Colin and his stupid backside comment. She sighed, rolling in her bed, the movement making his jacket fall to the ground. Great Y/N, now you’re wrinkling his clothes. She got up from her bed to grab the jacket for a letter to fall on the ground. She looked to the side, leaning down to pick the letter only to drop it once she saw the writing. You cannot hide, whore. She grabbed it from the ground before storming out to the hall, pulling the cable out the wall, effectively stopping Bucky’s call.

- When were you gonna tell me?

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snuggles-and-struggles · 2 years ago

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Anonymous asked: UF Paps/SF Paps

vomit / don’t ship / ok / cute / adorable / sexy / perfect / beyond flawless / hot damn / screaming and crying /i will ship them in hell

So. This one’s a little tricky for me since there are so many different interpretations of SF, his personality can vary wildly. I answered this one a while ago on my old blog with my then interpretation of SF Red Papyrus and why him and my interpretation of Edge wouldn’t really work out, but since that’s a boring answer I’ll give a different one with my new SF boy Copper!

Unfortunately not a significantly different change in compatibility though. Copper and Edge would do terribly in a relationship because both of them, essentially, need a good influence in a partner as far as romantic relationships go, and both being Fell with little romantic experience (Edge is demisexual and demiromantic and takes time to become interested, whereas Copper is demiromantic and previously preferred flings over relationships), neither would have any good gauge of how to approach…a healthy relationship.

They’re both terrible with communication and very heavily lean into Fell behaviors and ideas on what it means to be a good partner, which would have them constantly butting heads. They get along decently as friends, but if feelings on either end (most likely Copper’s) ever blossomed into actually acting on those feelings, that friendship would quickly dissolve into a lot of nerves and anxiety, miscommunication, and developing unhealthy habits with each other.

Unfortunately they’re both too stubborn, and would undoubtedly hurt each other (emotionally) a lot, to the point they’d wind up having a pretty dramatic break up that would likely put either off of ever pursuing a romantic relationship again. Whether they actually never did would likely depend on if someone who could change that would come in to their lives or not, but both would definitely be very avoidant, and would’ve likely left a few emotional scars that would make developing future romantic relationships more difficult even if the will to make it work was there.

That all being said!! I’ve definitely seen interpretations of the ship that seemed cute, so it’s not something I’d say I dislike!! Its just something I don’t really see working between how I imagine the characters lol

#spicybbq #that’s the ship name right?#papcest #hey it’s ur man sprite pepsi-

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lettersnorth · 2 years ago

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Confidant

Nyscera decided for once to venture out of her office along with her new companion that still didn't have a name, having given a call to Aislinn just so she could check in with the Hyur after her finally waking up. During that time, the Xaela had been worried the whole time wondering if she had done enough to assist her friend during all this. The bird, on the other hand, was standing on the table like he owned it with pride, his little webbed feet making little pap pap noises as he waddled around.

Aislinn received the call and after putting a few things in order, she made her way upstairs. Bar night below was in full swing but she’d never been one for crowds. In truth, she probably should have sought Nyscera out sooner but after her experience she had simply shuttered herself in her study. But as the days passed, she was slowly coming back around to picking up her work. She enters the small side room and catches sight of Nyscera on the couch.

“Not down having a drink with the rest of them?” She asks. As if she doesn’t know why Nyscera called her up here. She’s perfectly aware and the small smile she gives as she sits down says as much. “Sorry I didn’t check in right away. I assume your butterfly made it back to you?”

Giving a small shake of her head Nyscera's glowing gaze shifted from the bird in front of her to Lin. "Haven't been in the mood to drink with the others but yes, my butterfly made it back to me just fine." She offered a smile in the red-head’s direction. "Are you doing alright? If you need some extra time you can have more days off if needed, I'd rather you rest than push yourself."

Aislinn turns her attention to the large seabird currently tippy tapping away on the large table. It's an incongruence that barely registers with her. A sure sign if any that she was not back to her usual self. “I’m…” Somehow she couldn’t bring herself to lie to Nyscera. She sighed. “Alright, maybe I’m not 100%. And Cravendy warned me not to head back out into the field so soon but sometimes sitting still is worse.” She fell quiet, a troubled look clouding her expression. “You get that, don’t you? When being alone with your thoughts is the last place you want to be. Figure as long as I know which way is up now, I can at least get back to it.”

"I understand, it's what I do a lot and I shouldn't. Tynos and Arch get on me about that a lot so I can't judge you about that at all." The bird stared at Lin for a moment before flying over to the arm of the couch and continued to stare, then just gently head butted her on the arm. Then just tippy tapped to the edge to perch on like a proper bird. "I'm sorry for him, little bit of an oddball." She chuckled. "I know you and G'lewra have a bit of a connection so why not take a few days to yourself and go visit her? It might do you some good to get away for a little bit, and don't worry about paperwork I'll take care of it again while you're away if you decide to go." Reaching into her sleeve, Xaela pulled out a letter and handed it to Lin. "I only bring her up because she wrote to you, you were still asleep so I kept it safe, don't worry I didn't read anything."

Aislinn leans to the opposite side of the couch arm away from the bird as it reaches out for her. And reaches. And…boop. Right on her shoulder. She just blinks wordlessly at the bird for a few seconds before a soft huff of a laugh escapes her. But just then, Nyscera’s words about Lewra have her turning away from the sea fowl. “Lewra?” She echoes. She glances down and takes the letter with a nod of thanks. “I haven’t seen her in the clinic but…is she back?” Guilt washes over her at having left the clinic all to Gentle Fist and the new face or two she didn’t know. But she knows she did what she had to do. And Gentle Fist certainly handled it all with his normal can-do attitude.

"Not yet no, we have A'zure in the clinic now along with Cecille, and if anything comes up I can help out in there to keep me busy. Luckily an old friend taught me a thing or two while I was bored during my pregnancy so I know how to heal smaller wounds. But I'm also here if you need to talk as well, no one will ever know about what we talk about I can promise you that. Unless you're heavily injured, then I can't keep that a secret." A light joke perhaps? Probably.

Aislinn makes a low sound of consideration in the back of her throat as Nyscera lists off the names of the new medics. She had seen one or two but been too distracted by handling the injuries from the tower excursions and left them to their own devices. “A good sight more than we’ve had. It’ll be nice to have more hands on deck in there.” Inhaling a breath, she eyes the fireplace as Nyscera offers a listening ear.

Aislinn hadn’t talked about anything that had happened while she was locked in that dreamscape. Cravendy hadn’t asked and Aislinn was all too happy to go along and let the Seawolf talk about what had transpired around Heartwood. Nyscera had been the only one she explained herself to before going under and who knew the details, who sent Aislinn off with her assurances to keep their physical bodies safe and what aid she could offer in the form of one of her aetheric summons to protect her officer.

Aislinn’s jaw shifts, as though the words are physical things she’s holding on her tongue. “It started out how it was supposed to. The voidsent had Locke happily living out his life when…” she trailed off. Most of this was not her story to tell. “When he was younger. But the more I tried to remind him of what was real, the more things went…wrong. I was there to wreck his safe and happy world and I did it.” A pause hangs heavy in the air. “I knew why I was doing it. I knew what was at stake. The alternative was leaving him there, happy and blissfully unaware some voidsent was draining him dry. But…there were times I almost thought it would be better to let him have it, better than having to do the damage myself. I think that was the coward in me.”

"And I'm sure doing that to someone you care about wasn't easy but it was to save him and what you did was the right thing." A look of sympathy crossed Nyscera’s features as she listened. "You're no coward, Aislinn, for the amount of time I've known you not once have I thought of you as a coward. You have a plan set up for something even before it happens and are quick on the field. Plus, who else helps put some of these idiots back together? That would be you. You did the right thing by saving him, it was hard, yes but you pulled through and got him through it as well."

Aislinn’s lips tug upward in a grateful smile at Nyscera’s comforting words. She knows she did what she needed to do but sometimes you can know but just having someone else say it helps make it feel true. “But when I had finally done it, when he remembered everything, remembered me, the dream didn’t end like it should have. It kept going. Except now I saw the entirety of his life. What he lost. What it did to him. The lengths he went to for revenge..." She chokes on a word. “Things I can never unsee.” She closed her eyes but grisly flashes like still frames remained. And when it was all over. When his breathtaking vengeance had torn through lives like a wrecking ball, the most terrifying sight of all was of him on that beach, empty-eyed and alone, gun in his hand, ready to settle up. “That’s when I needed your butterfly.” She whispered. “I think I would have shattered apart without it.” She turned her gaze on Nyscera, blinking back the bleak images. “Thank you. That sounds so small and not enough. But I mean it.”

"I know my ways are different but I have told you all that you're my tribe, and I mean that, and my task is to make sure everyone stays safe. You're a part of that home, Aislinn, remember that. Even if I'm not there on the field all you must simply do is call and I'll be there to assist you with anything." Opening her hand a butterfly formed again but the shape of it started to shrink until a small blue stone was made. Holding it out to Lin, the Xaela just smiled as she did so. "For when I'm not around, think of it as a calling stone for whenever you need me and I'll appear. Depending on the time of day it might be myself or a clone, even if it's a clone I'll still see what it's seeing and once it vanishes its memories will be mine as well."

“I try.” Aislinn says with a wry, self-deprecating note as she reaches out and takes the stone. The hum of stored aether feels pleasantly warm against her palm. “Just not something I’m used to. I’m learning, even if it’s slow going. But you can be sure I’ll keep this close. I wish I had the skill to offer the same but…at least you know where to find me.” She pockets the stone and lets go a long, purging breath. The silence stretched between the women until Aislinn grasped for some semblance of normality. “So that was where I’ve been. Aside from this tower nonsense, what's been going on around here while I was out?"

"Same chaos as usual." Nyscera offered a small shrug, letting Aislinn move the conversation. "Been dealing with backlash from banning Haila from the company grounds but I suppose I should've expected that." A sigh left her lips and for a split second Nyscera looked exhausted from just dealing with that situation in general. "Coco and Leo got married, they're trying for a child at the moment." She thought more about anything else that needed to be brought up. "But it's been about the same if I'm being honest."

Aislinn tilts her head but from the brief look on Nyscera’s face it had been something weighing on the xaela. “Not sure what other choice you could’ve made, there. I knew she was attached to Florus. I just didn’t realize what lengths she’d go to in order to aid him.” Then, with a shake of her head. “It’s good to see nothing’s managed to burn the place down.” She wasn’t even sure that was possible. Heartwood could probably survive a fire and keep right on going.

Nyscera shook her head while leaning back into the couch. "I don't know, suppose someone has to be the villain every once in a while but I will say my trust with some has become limited as sad as that is. Of course you're one that I trust so don't take my venting as me saying I don't trust you, I do, if I were to die tomorrow you'd be one I'd trust to take care of Heartwood. But yes, nothing has changed, Heartwood is still standing and the same."

Aislinn gives her a good-natured look of amusement. “Well, for both of our sakes, let’s hope it never comes to that. But I understand. Can’t say there aren’t a few around here I wouldn’t like watching my back out there in the field either. Sometimes that’s what you got to do. Maybe they’ll shape up, maybe they won’t. Ain’t exactly in your control, how they decide to act. Luckily, there’s a lot of good ones here.”

"Suppose you're right, apologies for dumping that on you especially after what you've been through. That's more important right now, and I'm happy that you're back and around." Crossing her arms, Nyscera perked a brow at the woman. "Shouldn't you be resting by the way? Especially from how long you were out for? Or I suppose with how long you were out for you might have got plenty of rest...or not. I'm unsure."

“No apologies needed, you know that.” Aislinn said with a slip of a smile. Nyscera’s next words had her snorting in amusement. “You and me both. I had a moment out there at the tower where I felt disoriented for a tick. Not sure if I was here or back in that ‘scape. Suppose that means my mind could use a few more days, if I’m being smart about this. And it doesn’t look like there are too many irons in the fire around here now.” She glanced over at Nyscera with a nod. “I guess in the name of keeping reasonable hours, I’ll go do a round at the clinic and then head to bed.” She pauses a moment. "Thank you. For talking with me though. I think I needed to get that out.”

Nyscera: "Of course, I'm always here for you if needed. But please go get some rest even if you need a couple suns I'll make sure things stay organized in the clinic, I'd rather you resting than walking around looking like you're at deaths door. I'm not telling you can't continue your work just a friend asking that you take care of yourself."

Aislinn gives a low laugh as she draws herself to her feet. “I’ll take that to mean I look like shite. Alright, duly noted. I -was- up late the other night waiting on bleeding Cravendy to roll in drunk as a skunk. I could probably use an early night.” She nods to her friend. “Have a good evening, Nyscera.”

The Xaela couldn't help but laugh along. "You just look tired is all, I promise you don't look like shite but have a good night, Aislinn, I hope you sleep through the night with no issues." After what Lin went through Nyscera could only assume nightmares would follow after so she did really hope Lin didn't suffer from them.

“Same here. But there’s always Lewra’s tea.” But more importantly, there was Locke. And with that thought came the calming knowledge she’d do it all again if it meant seeing him safe and alive. Aislinn sketched a brief wave as she turned and headed downstairs to her room.

#ffxiv rp #balmung rp #rp snippets #melody of bygone days #Nyscera Nara #Aislinn North

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something part 3--calum hood

A/N: This is it! The final piece! Thank you for bearing with me while I took you on this rollercoaster of emotions and for being so kind while I took my break. Much love💕

Word count: 5.2k

Warnings: drinking, mentions of smoking weed, dealing with heartbreak, sexual situations

Part one || Part two

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Five months have gone by and Calum tried to push the idea to publicly date Missy away as best he could. The guys even tried to help, but inevitably he was forced to say yes. Calum’s reading over the itinerary he and Missy have to follow over his morning coffee. He takes a sip remembering when she was brought in to discuss the arrangements. It was the Monday following the best and worst weekend of his life with Y/N.

Calum’s body language is screaming ‘leave me the fuck alone I’m pissed’ as he sits slouched in the chair, arms folded against his chest and his hands in fists. His facial expression mirrors a rock, hard and unforgiving as Missy walks in with her manager and the band’s PR liaison. He watches her with hard eyes take a seat next to him, Calum purposely shifts his chair far away from her. She frowns slightly then smiles politely to the rest.

Calum listens as the team discusses the arrangement. How it will benefit both the band and up the ante on her modeling career.

“To be tied with one of the most desirable bachelors will increase magazines wanting to feature you,” Christina the liaison explains excitedly. Calum can’t help but snort.

“Pair her with Styles’ then, he’s more notorious than I am,” Calum grumbles.

“We couldn’t get in contact,” Missy’s manager says, her voice clipped as she narrows her eyes at Calum. “It will boost record sales for your music—”

“And we want the first single to be the love song, ‘Through the Dark.’”

Ashton, Michael, and Luke’s heads whip to Calum who has become even more outraged. It can’t be that song; he wrote that about Y/N.

“With the new romance rumors and the song, it will be a hit in no time, probably surpassing the charts of Ariana Grande and Styles combined.”

“No, we’re not having that be the single,” Ashton tries to dissuade the agreement that neither member of the band was a part of.

“Why not?”

“Because it wasn’t written about Missy,” Calum says. His voice is as monotonous as his face. From the corner of his eye, he sees Missy look at him with a quizzical look.

“So what? No one will know except the people in this room. The relationship will last about eight months, until the album is officially released, and touring starts. You’ll inevitably break up because Missy will be too busy modeling around the world and you gentleman will also be touring. Everybody wins.”

There’s grumbles amongst the band, Calum’s jaw clicks in anger. He turns his gaze to the window, sees the clouds rolling in as his private life is being scheduled like he’s some sort of robot. He closes his eyes thinking of Y/N, and how she looked in that flower crown and then how she looked with the petals scattered in her hair like she was some type of goddess. Then he sees her with tears in her eyes.

“Calum?”

He opens his eyes and turns at the sound of his name. It’s just him and Missy in the conference room. He’s getting really tired of hearing his name if it’s not from Y/N’s lips. She moves a little closer to him in her chair, an apologetic look on her face.

“Kind of surprised ‘fake dating’ actually happens. I’ve heard rumors and look, they’re true.”

“Imagine that.” He rolls his eyes.

Missy feels the iciness in his tone, and she tries again.

“Look, this is weird for me, too. It was all my manager’s idea which is insulting because if I need a fake boyfriend to get more modeling gigs then her faith in me isn’t all that great. I don’t think of you that way—”

“Your kiss at my party said otherwise.”

“I was drunk, I’ll kiss anyone. And…all right, maybe I did have a crush on but when that girl—”

“Y/N?”

“Right, her. When Y/N showed up and I saw the way you looked at her…I couldn’t compete with that. I don’t want to come between you two.”

“Too late.”

“What happened? Maybe I could talk to her—”

“I don’t really feel like talking about it, Missy, all right? She’s not even talking to me, so I highly doubt she’d talk to you. The woman of my dreams ended things before they even began, and I couldn’t even tell her I love her.”

Missy’s quiet for a moment then offers a kind smile.

“Sounds like you want to talk about it a little….”

He pushes away from the table in a huff then stops with his hand on the doorknob.

“I’ll play this act if it helps you in some weird, twisted way but it means nothing to me. We’ll do all the proper pap shots and appearances but no physical contact whatsoever. Those are my limits.”

He storms out as he hears a quiet ‘okay’ and the guys are waiting for him down the hall. They try to reach out for him, but Calum continues walking.

Calum looks down at his notebook, sketches and doodles of flowers are scattered about the page. Their stems and vines looping through the words that are constantly running through his head. He takes a long drink of his coffee, letting the bitterness warm his insides.

After the meeting with management and Missy, Calum called Y/N. He texted her. He knocked on her door. It wasn’t until Crystal told him to give her space did he really back off. He knows Y/N didn’t mean what she said. That night they shared was something special. From how she was so perfect with his untimely manner to how she took care of him while he had allergies from the flowers he picked. And finally, to the way they connected.

The radio in his car is still broken, but he doesn’t listen to music anymore, he can’t because it reminds him of Y/N. Everything reminds him of her.

It’s not like Missy is a bad person. She’s actually become a good friend to Calum and respected his boundaries he set up for their ‘relationship.’ The only touching that happens is by her with her hand holding onto his arm, and even that is just for pictures. No hand holding, no hugs, no kisses.

She’s gaining the hype her manager wanted and Calum has remained off social media as soon as it started. When he’s not rehearsing with the guys or doing PR with Missy, Calum’s secluded himself to his home and music room all while being viewed like a goldfish in a bowl.

So, he writes. He writes about flowers in hair, flowers pressed between bodies and flowers held together by a chain. He also writes about strawberries. He hasn’t eaten one since he kissed her last.

Y/N’s been keeping herself busy, well, as much as she can. Everywhere she goes she’s reminded of Calum. Especially when she opens her closet and sees the small wooden box she placed his bouquet of flowers and flower crown in. She couldn’t find it in herself to throw them away.

That first week after what happened with Calum she spent it crying and listening to sad music. Her heartbreak had her rethink of past moments with Calum. All of the ‘what if’s’ are now ‘will nots.’ Which is way too close to ‘he loves me, he loves me not’ for her liking hidden in the petals of the flowers.

She ignored his calls and texts.

The first time she saw them together was a month after the whole ordeal. She thought she was in a good place and as she was scrolling through Instagram on her lunch break she saw the first picture. Calum and Missy were walking along the pier going in and out of shops. They were wearing sunglasses and Calum didn’t really show much emotion but if he knew paps were around, he never did.

What Y/N zeroed in on was Missy’s hand on Calum’s arm.

Her heart fell into her stomach and she closed the app without even reading the caption. She deleted her Instagram and Twitter apps that day.

When she got home she opened the box of flowers, their scent mixed in with the cedar wood twisted her heart. Very delicately, she lifted the bouquet from the box. Calum’s chain was still wrapped around the now dry, frail stems.

She should throw them out. She almost did. She couldn’t. The dried flowers were the only reminder that what happened between her and Calum was real. That it actually happened. How could she let that go? Even if he was the one that got away and kept getting away?

“You did this Y/N,” she muttered to herself placing the flowers back in the box. “You made him leave before you could get attached.”

The next day there was a knock at her door. Not expecting anyone she peeked through the curtains and saw it was Ashton with a pizza box and a plastic bag.

“Ashton…what are you doing here?” she asks upon opening the door.

“I come bearing gifts of the heartbreak kind,” he grins sheepishly holding up the box and bag.

“Is that a champagne bottle I see in that bag?” she asks seeing the slender neck and gold foiling.

“It is. And caramel ice cream.”

“All right. You can come in,” she allows stepping aside so he can enter.

“So,” he sighs falling heavily against the couch. The pizza box is open on her coffee table, he has a glass of water while Y/N is holding onto the bottle of champagne. His hazel eyes take her in, “how are you?”

“That’s a loaded question,” she scoffs pressing play on the Marvel movie. She decided on Infinity War. “It’s been a month, so you think I’d be okay. I was told that however long you were with someone, that’s how long it takes to get over them divided in half. So, if you’re with someone for a year, you should be over them in six months. Calum and I were…’together’ for a day so it should have been twelve hours, right? But nope.”

She takes a long chug of the champagne until it makes her eyes water from the bubbles. The sweet nectar bites at her tongue and teeth.

“Who told you that math?”

“An old boss of mine,” she shrugs.

“Well, it’s stupid as shit. There’s no time limit for how you fall for someone just as there’s no time limit for you to lose feelings. You have feelings when you have them.”

“We went on one date, Ashton. I shouldn’t be this bent out of shape over that.”

“Hey,” he pinches her shoulder affectionately until she looks at him. His face softens. “You and Calum always had something between you. From an outside perspective, I get why you both danced on that line between friends and something more. You’ve both been hurt and there was always something in the way.”

“Or someone,” her eyes drop at the thought of Missy. Then she thinks of the photo she saw of them and rubs at her eyes, so the tears won’t come.

“My point is,” he stresses grabbing hold of her hand, “you’re allowed to feel hurt and sad and angry.”

“I’m trying so hard to not feel that way all the time, but it…it’s so consuming sometimes.”

“I know. Before you drink the whole bottle, eat some pizza, we’ll watch the movie and we can talk some more, okay?”

About halfway through the movie Y/N’s hugging the ¾ full bottle against her chest as a comfort object. She never drinks her sadness away, she knows how dangerous that is, but it feels nice to have her head not feel so full because all her thoughts are tumbling out to Ashton. His arm is around her shoulders in comfort as she leans into him.

“You always thought there was something between us?” she asks.

“I didn’t think, I knew.”

“What’s the difference?” she stares at him quizzically; the bubbly made his words confusing. Ashton smiled at her response.

“He’d always tell me how he wanted to ask you out. He’d ask if you were coming to any dinner or party we had. But he was scared to ruin your friendship and in my opinion, I think it scared him how close you two got so fast.”

“Hmph,” she slumps against the inside of his arm.

“Your song played while we were driving that night, you know.”

“Yeah? Which one?”

“Drive,” she giggles at the comedy of it all. “He gave me wildflowers with his chain around it and bought me a flower crown.”

“It sounds like a great night.”

“It was! But then he got sleepy cause he was allergic to the flowers, then he passed out on me. But I liked it…” she takes the last sip of her champagne then pouts that it’s empty.

“One is enough for you,” Ashton chuckles placing the bottle next to the pizza box. He settles back next to her and they watch the movie for a moment.

“I saw their picture today,” she says somberly. “I know it’s fake. But they’re both a catch…so it’ll be no surprise that it’ll become real.”

“Y/N—”

“It happens all the time Ash,” she shrugs. “I’m the person before everyone’s happy ending.”

“That’s not true. Look at all you and Calum have been through together. This damn arrangement is a roadblock for sure, but you two are the final drive.”

“That…kind of makes sense. I can’t tell,” she shakes her head.

“It’d make sense a full champagne bottle ago,” he mutters but she hears him.

She nudges him in the ribs playfully until they’re both laughing.

“I’m going to use the bathroom,” she says and moves down the hall.

Ashton checks his phone to see Luke is trying to console Calum, too. It was hard for him to act with Missy today. Luke reports that Calum has had only one drink but is smoking a lot of weed to help clear his head and wants to drive to Y/N’s house.

When Ashton has finished replying to keep an eye on him, Y/N is standing next to the couch. He looks up at her to see she has her arms wrapped around herself, her lower lip caught between her teeth, but he hears the quick gasps of her sobs.

“I really hate this, Ashton.”

“C’mere,” he opens his arms to her and hugs her tightly.

“It’s really hard being lonely.”

She cries into his shirt, finding comfort in his embrace and friendship.

Y/N’s found a good friendship with Max from work. Nothing romantic at all, but he makes sure they do a lot of fun things together. It’s been almost five months since that night with Calum and when Y/N comes across a photo of him and Missy together, Max is there to take her to the beach or a movie to distract her mind.

Now when she sees photos of them it doesn’t make her go in her closet to look at the wilted flowers. It’s still a sting in the thorn of her heart but it’s more bearable. The first single off their new album was ‘Through the Dark’ and it made her cry. Max found her laying on the floor of her room with it playing on a loop, the box of flowers unopened but lying next to her. He laid next to her and held her hand as tears rolled down her cheeks.

She’s meeting up with Max at his place for lunch and she was craving the chicken Caesar sandwich from the bistro on the pier. It wasn’t until she saw her that Y/N remembered this is a favored spot for Calum and Missy to be spotted and there she was. Standing off the side of the counter looking gorgeous in a spring dress.

Y/N tried to keep her head down as she ordered.

“And what’s the name?” the cashier asks.

“Y/N.”

“I’m sorry, what was that?”

“Y/N? Oh, it is you!” Missy says suddenly next to her.

“Got it this time, thanks. We’ll call you when your food’s ready.”

“Thanks,” Y/N mutters. She takes a deep breath and turns to Missy. “Hi.” She looks around the shop expecting to see Calum and trying to prepare herself to come face to face with him.

“He’s not here,” Missy says quietly glancing around the shop as well then grabs Y/N’s wrist pulling her to the far end of the sandwich showcase. “He’d actually hate me for even talking about this…and to you but…I’m so sorry. For everything. My manager came up with this PR stunt.”

“You don’t have to explain, I get it’s for publicity,” Y/N tries to get away from this situation as quickly as possible while also keeping herself together. Her neck is warm, and her breathing has accelerated in a slight panic.

Missy grabs her wrist again but pulls her into the women’s bathroom. Y/N’s affronted at the boldness of Missy’s actions.

“It is all publicity, I swear! I don’t know exactly what happened between you and Calum but he’s miserable. We’re friends now and all he talks about is you. How funny you are and kind you are. He really misses you,” Missy continues with a frown.

Y/N sighs. She really does seem nice but she’s still keeping her guard up. How could she not?

“He really cares about you, Y/N.” Missy stresses squeezing Y/N’s hand for emphasis.

“Missy, look. I appreciate you telling me all this. You… you actually seem really nice and genuine which makes it that much harder for me to dislike you.”

“I get that,” Missy nods her head, “but he really, really cares about you.” Her eyes grow bigger each time she said really, and Y/N gives her a confused look.

“Yeah…you um…you said that?”

“No, he…ugh he’s going to hate me, but he loves you. ‘Through the Dark is about you. He told me you’re the girl of his dreams when we met the Monday after his party. I’ve felt horrible all this time.”

Y/N stares at Missy while she processes what she just heard.

“When did he tell you that again?”

“His party was Friday, and we met that Monday to discuss the logistics of this stupid ploy. Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry for kissing him in front of you! I was drunk, I’ll kiss anyone, and I told him I did have a small crush on him but when I saw the way he looked at you it went away. I swear!”

“He really said he loves me?”

“Yes! When we’re not out getting photographed he’s always writing in his notebook and drawing flowers in it. Not that I’ve read anything,” Missy adds in a rush. “It’s just over his shoulder I saw it a couple times before he closed it.”

“Yeah but that was months ago, I’m sure he’s already caught feelings for you.”

“No, he hasn’t. Trust me. He’s become more like a brother to me, honest. I’ve been trying to force him to talk to you and our ‘contract’ is up in a few months anyway for the album release. I want to break if off early publicly so you can finally be together but he’s so stubborn he won’t.”

Y/N laughs lightly at how fast Missy talks. She’s not sure if it’s out of keeping this all to herself for so long or if that’s really how she is, talking a mile a minute.

“Thank you for telling me this, Missy. I…I can’t believe I’m telling you this since we don’t really know each other but I love him, too. I’ve loved him for so long but I’m the one who pushed him away. I’m the one who told him to do this deal with you because he and I only had one night together,” Y/N explains.

Missy’s eyes widen and she squeals in joy. “You love him too?! Oh, this is great. I’ll arrange for you two to meet up and—”

“Missy, Missy! No, no don’t do that. It’s been too long,” Y/N shrugs. “I doubt he’d want to see me.”

Missy plants her feet on the ground firmly, her face turning very serious very fast. Y/N’s a little taken aback at the fierceness in her gaze.

“Do you want to be with him?” she asks.

“Um..yes.”

“And you love him?”

“Yeah…”

“Then let me help you fix this, please. It’s the least I can do for coming between you when it wasn’t my plan to do so in the first place.”

Y/N takes a deep breath. She’s really starting to like Missy; she has a good heart.

“Okay. How can you help?”

“They’re all planning to go to the Invisible House for a week. I can’t go because I have a shoot to do in New York, but Ashton told me that Calum will be there a couple days before they all arrive.”

Y/N mulls it over, her mind thinking of ways to make it up to him. To apologize. To make him realize how sorry she is and how special he is to her. That despite all the hurdles and messes they’ve been through, that something they have is meaningful.

Then, she gets the perfect idea.

“Do you know when he’s going to be there?” Y/N asks and Missy smiles.

“I know all the details, Y/N.”

The drive to the Invisible House is pretty boring without his radio working so he hums to himself as he drives. Calum’s glad he decided to head there a few days before the rest of the group shows up. The pictures are immaculate and he’s excited to try out the hundred-foot pool.

He texted Missy when he was leaving, and she responded with an encouraging text in return.

‘Have fun! Let me know how everything goes 😉’

He’s confused by the winky face but appreciates it all the same. He’s glad to have her as a friend.

When he arrives at the building it’s dusk, the stars are just dusting the sky and the house is a glowing violet in the desert air. He stares at it for a moment, taking in the beauty of the panes of glass, breathing in the cool desert night. If they were all here a year ago maybe Red Desert would have been Purple Desert.

He shakes his head in disbelief. He’s starting to sound like Luke.

He grabs his belongings, two suitcases and a duffel bag and makes his way to the entrance. Ashton and Michael will be bringing the instruments for a jam session, so he didn’t pack his bass.

Once the door is unlocked, he’s mesmerized by the space before he hears music playing. Was that supposed to be playing? He sets his things by the counter and walks further in. The pool is lit up in a light blue and purple with glowing white lotus flowers floating on the water.

There’s flower petals beneath his feet as he walks the length of the pool. It’s a sweet aroma that fills his nose. Then he panics and thinks Michael has this set up for Crystal. He does not want to walk in on them having a private moment, but that’s hard to do in a glass house.

When he’s at the halfway point of the pool, the soft music becomes a bit louder and he recognizes the drum and guitar chords of Something by The Beatles. His mouth goes dry as he comes to the living area at the end of the pool to where Y/N is standing.

There’s petals on the carpet and she’s holding a white flower in her palm with a flower crown on her head. He’s at a loss for words.

“Hi,” she welcomes quietly.

“Hi…what are you doing here?” he wishes he didn’t ask such a dumb question.

“I should have rehearsed this beforehand what I wanted to say but I had to make sure this was all perfect before you got here. Um, I’m here for you. I know it’s been so long, and this is all my fault in the first place. Pushing you away and I thought I was protecting myself.”

She takes a step forward.

“I’ve been a mess without you, Cal. I miss you, so much it hurts. I think of you all the time, and that night we spent together. Your necklace is still wrapped around the flowers you gave me and that’s what made me think of doing this,” she gestures to her flowers on display all around. She takes another step forward. Closer to the step of the living area, closer to Calum.

“We’ve had our fair share of messes with each other. And it’s my fault for the last one so it’s my responsibility to rectify it. I wanted to show you how much you mean to me, how much that night meant to me.”

Another step forward and Calum is reminded of that night in his room. How he came to her, now he’s the one on the receiving end. He watches her with bated breath, and he knows she’s nervous (like he is) by the way she’s playing with the white flower in her hand.

“And the more I thought about the messes we’ve been through it made me think of the Lotus flower. It grows through the mud but when it breaks through, it’s this vibrant and full flower,” she takes two steps and is right at the edge of the step. She holds up the flower.

“And it’s like we’re the flower. We’re growing through the mud and I called it quits before we really bloomed. And…” she takes a shaky breath then laughs nervously, “this sounded romantic in my head but now it sounds super cheesy. But when I heard you were drawing flowers it made me feel like we were still connected.”

She doesn’t say anything more and neither does Calum. Then, when she looks up at him it all makes sense. What they’ve been through these last several months, that was their mud.

“Can you say something?” she whispers, “I’m starting to feel like an idiot and that this was a really stupid idea—”

He lifts her up to his level connecting their lips together. He brings her against him, and she wraps her arms around his neck, their lips getting reacquainted with each other. She tastes like strawberries and smells of flowers and he’s filled with bliss. He feels whole again.

“I love you,” he gasps when they pause to catch their breath. “I should have said it months ago, but I was scared. I thought it was too soon.”

“I love you, too. I’m so sorry for what I said that day. I wish I didn’t—”

He silences her with another kiss.

“Shh, shh, it’s okay. I understand why you did it, sweetheart,” he cups her cheek and gazes into her eyes. “I shouldn’t have walked away like I did.”

“We really are a mess,” she laughs brushing his curls from his face.

“A beautiful mess,” he corrects sucking a kiss from her lips then holds her against him in a tight hug. He never wants to let go.

“Was this too much?” she asks moments later.

“No, it was perfect, thank you for doing all of this for me. I’ll be honest,” he stands up straight to look at her, “I thought I was walking in on Michael and Crystal.”

Y/N laughs and continues laughing until Calum kisses her and she’s left gasping.

“How about we try out the pool?” he mumbles.

They spend a good forty-five minutes in the pool. Soft touches and kisses are exchanged until they reconnect as one. They’re surrounded by the glowing flowers and the ripples they create from their movements. Words of love are spoken and moaned, echoing throughout the space.

They transition to the bed that is also covered in flower petals. Calum kisses down the length of her body, his lips ghosting over her core. Their eyes lock as he attaches his mouth between her folds, his tongue swirling around her bud.

Her legs squeeze around his head on their own accord as she’s vibrating with pleasure. The moans are continuous as he works her over into her second orgasm of the night. When it surpasses, she’s giggling quietly as Calum peppers kisses to her thighs.

“Wow…”

“That good, huh?” he remarks, his lips smacking against her skin bounce off the walls.

“Yeah but…” she rises up on her elbows to look down at him. “Is that all you got? You told me you’d make me cum eight times when we were in your bathroom. Or was that just talk?”

“Oh, you want to be a little sass, huh?” he bites down on the fleshy part of her thigh. “You really shouldn’t have said that.”

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?” she smirks.

“Because now I’m going to make you cum ten times.”

“Okay, Cal, I was just jo—OH!” She falls back against the bed as she’s already filled with intense pleasure.

Suffice it to say, Calum did make her cum nine more times. The overstimulation and her noises got him riled up and he had to be close to her again. He made love to her slowly and tenderly. He gave her gentle kisses and she molded to him.

Before she fell asleep he was stroking her face after she drank some water, he really exhausted her.

“How did you know I was going to be here?”

“I ran into Missy at the bistro I love. She explained everything,” she replies sleepily. She’s struggling to keep her eyes open. “I like her, she’s nice.”

“Yeah, she is.”

“I think she and Max would get along,” she yawns snuggling closer to him.

“I’ll take your word for it. You can go to sleep you know.”

“I want to keep talking to you,” she squeezes his lower back.

“We can talk all day tomorrow. And tomorrow night. And the next day, and the next…”

“Mmm, that sounds nice,” she smiles closing her eyes. “I love you, Cal.”

“I love you, too, sweetheart.”

Two days later the rest of the group arrived, and it was a happy albeit awkward reunion because Calum and Y/N were still naked in bed. They spent their time eating, watching movies, and having sex as much as they wanted. It was perfect but also took a lot out of them.

They were both fast asleep until their names were shouted, and Calum scrambled to cover Y/N up.

“I’m glad to see you, Y/N but I’ll hold off on the hug until you aren’t naked with Cal,” Luke laughs.

“We’ll go bring in the rest of the stuff,” Ashton giggles then winks at Y/N.

“Please tell me this was the only place you had sex,” Michael asks peering at them both with narrow eyes.

“Umm…”

“Ugh!” Michael throws his hands in the air. “You guys better not have left messes anywhere!” he complains walking back towards the main kitchen area.

Calum looks over the wall separating their ‘room’ from the rest of the house and turns to her.

“We’re done with messes, yeah?” Calum grins down at her and she nods bringing his face closer to hers.

“Something great came from the mess,” she agrees and slots her lips with his. They’ll have to be super quiet now.

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shyneanon · 4 years ago

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Been a while since I wrote a one-shot of my own inspiration! I had a bit of writer’s block, but I thought of something, and here it is! Just a little one-shot about Classic Sans that I wrote way too late at night.

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Whenever Sans and Papyrus went to the grocery store, Sans would joke about sitting in the cart like a child. Paps’ frustrated responses were amusing.

But obviously such a thing wasn’t actually possible, so Sans had to stick with walking. It could be hard to keep up with his brother, so a lot of the time Papyrus just let him watch the cart while he strode around grabbing everything they needed. Goodness knew he was strong enough to.

This was one of those moments, so Sans lay his head on the handle to the cart, resting it. Man, it was cold near the dairy section. But his hoodie kept him warm, so he started to feel his consciousness slip away.

He noticed movement and his eyesockets instinctively blinked open. It was just a person; a girl, specifically, shopping nearby. Well, it was a distraction from falling asleep, and Paps got upset when he fell asleep, so he kept his eyes on you.

It looked like you weren’t used to this store; you were taking a while to find everything, and your eyelids would flutter in confusion as you glanced around the shelves.

You had long lashes….

Sans blinked, and attempted to shake the thought off. Random observation. It happens.

You grabbed something and gently brushed your hair out of your face so that you could read it. Your fingers looked really delicate…. And your hair looked so soft…. Sans watched it move as you unconsciously adjusted it. He found himself growing more awake as he watched, though he wasn’t sure why.

As you picked up something else and started reading it, you shifted your weight so that it was mostly resting on one leg. Sans’ gaze travelled down to your waist.

C… Curvy….

More messing with your hair. Sans… liked it when you did that….

You turned around, putting one of the items in your cart, and Sans got a proper look at you.

He didn’t notice when he mumbled, “Whoa.”

“SAAANS!”

He jumped, and looked over at his brother, who was glaring down at him. “What?”

“I SAID YOUR NAME AT LEAST FIVE TIMES, SANS!” He turned, following Sans’ previous gaze. “WHAT ARE YOU…”

He saw you and blinked. You were in the middle of checking your phone. You leaned forward a bit and your pose accentuated your curves; for some reason Sans suddenly felt very flustered and he glanced away. Was his face hot?

Papyrus gasped. “SANS! YOU’RE WATCHING A GIRL!” He grinned. “DO YOU LIKE HER?”

Well, if his face wasn’t hot before, it definitely was now. But he managed not to look alarmed. “Of course. You know me, Paps. Huge romantic.”

“DO NOT COVER THIS UP WITH JOKES! I, YOUR BROTHER, CAN SEE THAT YOU ARE CLEARLY ENAMORED WITH HER--”

Oh my God OK no. “Shhh!” Sans said.

“NO, I WILL NOT SHH!” He beamed. “COME ON, I HAVE AN IDEA TO HELP YOU TALK TO HER!”

He grabbed Sans’ arm and started pulling him in your direction. What is he doing? Sans legitimately considered shortcutting to escape, but that would upset Papyrus more deeply than intended. He’d noticed that Papyrus felt it was sort of selfish, using one’s abilities to just get yourself out of any situation you didn’t like.

Which it probably was.

“HELLO!” said Papyrus, and you looked up from your phone. Oh no I’m right in front of her. Why did he feel so nervous?

“Oh,” you said, smiling at Papyrus. “Hi.”

“WE NOTICED THAT YOU LOOKED LIKE YOU COULD USE SOME HELP!”

Now that he wasn’t being dragged at his brother’s much faster speed, Sans tucked his hands in his pockets, trying not to look nervous. What did looking… not-nervous look like, exactly?

“It’s not a big deal,” you said, looking embarrassed. “I’ve just never been here before.”

“WELL MY BROTHER SANS WOULD BE HAPPY TO HELP!”

Before Sans could do anything, he was shoved in your direction, albeit gently.

“HE IS A VERY HELPFUL PERSON WHEN HE WANTS TO BE!”

Your eyes went to him.

Wow, your eyes….

Sans raised one hand, smiling as casually as possible. “Hey.”

“Hi,” you said, smiling back. She’s smiling at me.... “Are you sure you wanna help?”

“Yeah, of course. My brother’s got us covered.”

“Thanks! You guys are so nice, if only everybody offered help to random people like this.”

“THANK YOU!” said Papyrus. “IT WAS SANS’ IDEA!”

Paps was lying? Paps never lied. Sans hadn’t realized that Paps would attempt to be his wingman in a situation like this. This is so embarrassing….

“I WILL SEE YOU OUTSIDE, SANS!” said Paps, and he went for their shopping cart.

Your attention went back to Sans and Sans felt his soul leap a little. Not sure what else to do, he held his hand out. “Hey. Nice to meetcha.”

“Nice to meet you too,” you said, and took his hand-- Why did I hold out my hand?! That had been a terrible mistake; your touch felt like a small jolt. Still, the two of you shook. “I’m (y/n).”

“Pretty name,” Sans said without thinking, then immediately felt his face get warm. Stop, stop blushing. C’mon. You act fine when you’re not all the time, this should be easy.

“Oh.” Was your face pink? “Thanks.” You looked at your phone again. “I’m shopping for my parents. We don’t need a lot, I… promise this won’t take up much of your time.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“Thanks. Mm… we need cashews.”

Sans remembered a joke.

A joke. That would make him feel less awkward.

“Knock knock,” he said, not addressing what you’d said, and you blinked.

“Huh?”

“Knock knock.” He winked. “You’re supposed to say who’s there.”

When he winked he could swear he saw your face turning a soft rose color. It was so pretty.... But you smiled and said, “Who’s there?”

“Cash.”

“Cash who?”

Another wink. “No thanks, I prefer walnuts.”

You snorted and laughed a little. “That was horrible. I love it.”

Cute laugh…. Sans’ face got warm. “Yeah?”

“Yeah, I’ve got very low standards for humor.” You said it playfully.

“Well that’s great,” he replied with a grin, “cuz all my jokes suck.”

You thought a moment, then said, “I’ve got one.”

“Yeah?”

“Knock knock.”

“Who’s there?”

“Hatch.”

“Hatch who?”

“Oh, bless you.”

Sans let out a snort and a chuckle of his own. “Nice.”

“I have the feeling you know way more than I do,” you said, raising an eyebrow.

“You’re probably right.”

Your grin was so, so nice.

“C’mon, tell me more on the way there,” you said, and Sans’ soul leapt again.

“Sure,” he said, shrugging.

The rest of the shopping trip was mostly comprised of Sans leading you to various items while delivering terrible puns, and they made you laugh. Your laugh really was so cute.

Your face suddenly flushed red, and Sans blinked.

“What?” he said.

“Um… thank you.”

… Oh shit, did I say that out loud?

“Sorry,” he said, immediately trying to recover. “Did I say something weird?”

“N-- no,” you said, “it wasn’t weird, just… unexpected, hah.” You were still smiling, and your face was still pink. Had you liked the compliment…?

After a second, you looked back at him.

“I’m gonna miss you when this is over,” you said with a smile. You’d said it in a playful tone, but Sans still felt his face get hot. No, no, don’t blush in front of her, come on….

“Hey, me too. You seem cool.” He winked, and you turned pink.

“Stop doing that,” you said with a smile, “I’m trying to figure out if you’re flirting with me.”

“Do you want me to be?”

Your face got redder, but you shrugged. “Sure, I guess so.”

Sans’ soul felt like it was floating.

“Then I’m flirting with you,” he said, leaning on your shopping cart and giving you what he hoped was an attractive wink. You snickered. He wasn’t sure if that meant he’d looked stupid, but the reaction was a positive one regardless.

You looked back at your phone. “Um… oreo cookies.”

“Yum.” He thought, then said, “Those are on the other side of the store.”

“Ugh,” you said, but you were smiling. “I have to walk. It’s so much work.”

“Hey, I feel you.” He considered. “But…”

“... But?”

“I could get it faster.”

“How--”

Sans shortcutted to the aisle with the Oreo cookies, grabbed two boxes, and then shortcutted back to you. You looked bewildered-- probably wondering where he had gone and now wondering how he’d suddenly reappeared.

“What the heck?” you said.

For some reason, this made him feel really self-satisfied. “You wanted one or two boxes?”

You blinked. “How’d you do that? You… What did you even do?”

Sans shrugged. “I call it shortcutting.”

“So… it’s like… teleporting? You can teleport?”

Sans raised a finger to his teeth and winked. “Don’t tell anybody, kay? It was just for you.”

Your face lit up. Sans felt kind of dazed from looking at it. He couldn’t believe he was making you blush like that….

“Thanks,” you said softly. Looking a little embarrassed, you said, “We, um, only need one box though.”

“Cool,” said Sans, “I’ll just buy the other.”

You smiled as he put the single box in your cart.

By the time the two of you had left the store, Sans was almost halfway through with his box of cookies. Papyrus was, indeed, outside. Were the doors not automatic Sans assumed he’d probably be holding them open for every single person entering. And exiting.

“SANS!” he groaned. “OF COURSE YOU GOT SUGAR!”

“Sorry,” said Sans, grinning, “couldn’t help it.”

“YOUR TEETH ARE GOING TO GET ALL COVERED IN CHOCOLATE! YOU’LL NEED TO BRUSH THEM TWICE WHEN WE GET BACK!”

“Sure thing.”

You seemed amused. “You two are sweet.”

“THANK YOU!” said Papyrus. Sans just shrugged, feeling his face warm up again.

“... Hey.”

“Yeah?” said Sans.

Your face was pink. “Do you think… it would be OK if I gave you my number?”

... Really?

“Y… yeah,” Sans said, “of course.”

You held out your hand for his phone and he handed it to you, watching you as you typed it in. He couldn’t believe that… you… were giving him your number.

Wow.

He tucked his phone back in his pocket when it was handed back, and the two of you said, “Thanks” at the same time. Your smiles widened and you both blushed.

“See ya,” said Sans.

“See ya. Thanks for the help.”

“No problem.”

As you walked off, Sans felt like he was high on something. His soul was fluttering….

“YAY! YOU GOT HER NUMBER!”

Sans started. You weren’t out of earshot yet and Papyrus was already yelling.

“Yep,” he said, trying not to let it seem like a big deal.

“I AM SO PROUD OF YOU! YOU GOT A GIRL’S NUMBER!”

Sans’ face was hot all over again. He glanced over in your direction and saw that you were watching them with an endeared smile. Whyyyy?

But at the same time….

“It’s all thanks to you, Paps.” Sans smiled. “I never would’ve talked to her if you hadn’t forced me.” It was true. He would’ve been far too shy.

“OF COURSE! IT IS MY JOB AS YOUR BROTHER TO HELP YOU WHEN YOU NEED IT, AND YOU NEEDED HELP TALKING TO HER!”

“Thanks, bro.” He winked. “I’d say that I’d do the same for you, but the Great Papyrus won’t be nervous when he finds a girl he likes.”

“OF COURSE NOT! NYEH HEH HEH!”

The two of them headed for Papyrus’ car. As much as Sans joked with his brother, he wished he had the confidence Paps did.

But he was lucky that Paps was always there to help when he didn’t.

#I dunno I just wrote this out of nowhere #way too late at night #I just wanted to write something cute #most of my one shots that aren't suggestions aren't really about the characters meeting #I really should write more cute meeting fanfics #fanfic #fanfiction #self-insert #self insert #reader insert #undertale #sans #sans x reader #classic sans #one shot

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