#bro this dogs breath STANK

[anangelbyanothername]

not a sexy picture at all but im complaining on how i get woken up

[hyunjiiza]

pb&j (for jealous) | . ᯓ 🍵 ݁‧ ᵔ

(or jelly) ୨୧ skz members when they get jealous of you being with another guy. | contents : party settings , sleazy men , fem reader implied ᰋ wc ; 1702 . ꉂ ot8 .ᐟ

｡ ᰋ 𓂃 | again another re upload.. sorry for everyone on this taglist guys. my eyes burn

ʚ chan ɞ

his eye twitches when you tell him that you’re going to your best friends party with one of yalls mutual friends and it turns out to be a man

doesn’t say anything about it because he understands you can have friends but hates how painfully oblivious you are to his wandering eyes

convinces minho to go with him even though they both know why he wants to go

stands in the corner like a loser with his drink (non alcoholic because he wants to drive you home) and watches you interact with everyone

jaw clenches at the way he sees your worried face when your guy friend start to feel you up

snaps out of it for a second when you lock eyes and your face lights up

he finds nothing but joy in the way he watches your friend back up when he starts to walk over

smiles at him and throws his arm around your shoulder

kisses allll up on your neck barely listening to what you say like “mhm.. mhm..” while you ask about why he’s here

your friend runs away and he just coos at you like “you’re so pretty” when you’re all confused as to why

sticks to you like glue for the rest of the night

flips off your guy friend when you aren’t looking

carries you out of the party when you wanna go home (totally isn’t showing off how strong he is)

ʚ hyunjin ɞ

does go to the party with you, but he leaves you with your girl friend to go get you a drink

comes back just to see an ugly man all up on you asking you questions and his head quirks

giggles in his face and you’re so embarrassed

you slap him on the arm and he just shrugs

the other guy picks a fight all like “what’s your problem bro”

“my problem is your stank ass breath on my girl”

keeps sticking his tongue out at the guy from across the room after that

teases you cause you’re mad at him, “don’t you like when i’m protective??”

really just adores you

walks out of the party hand in hand with you

“yea, i was jealous.. but you didn’t know that”

ʚ felix ɞ

was just fine when you being with your friends at a party, he was going with his friends anyway

after a while of catching up with his friends he starts missing you

walks around like a lost dog till he finds you

immediately comes and wraps his arms around once waist once he finds you

notices one of your friends boyfriends checking you out and decides to mess with him

reaches his hand out for him to shake and he takes it with a shaky hand (he flexed his muscles to try and intimidate him. it worked)

drills him with questions, asks how he knows you, if you guys are close, if he notices how pretty you look tonight

when he doesn’t give up trying to get at you, he just flat out says “eyes up here, actually where is your girlfriend..”

just smiles and starts getting handsy with you when he notices him getting agitated

“what? i was just being nice..”

brings you over to say hi to his friends instead

convinces you to go home early because he misses you close to him

ʚ jeongin ɞ

you guys go to the party together, and when you leave to go to the bathroom he follows you with his eyes the whole way

watches as some guy follows you on your way out, tapping your shoulder and asking you something

his eyebrow quirks up right away, slowly inching closer to you both

you only stop mid politely declining his offer when he stares in back of you like there’s a dinosaur

spoiler: not a dinosaur. it’s jeongin glaring at the guy like he killed someone from not even a foot behind you

when you look behind yourself and see him, he snaps out of it and asks if you’re okay

you giggle and tell him you’re fine and take his hand

random guy shouts that you “shouldn’t ignore him”

tightens his grip around your waist and walks you to another area of the place

starts kissing you along your jawline while he makes eye contact with the guy and can’t contain his smile

“come on baby, let’s leave. i miss you.”

drags you home with the promise of chinese takeout

ʚ jisung ɞ

at first he wanted you to go to the party with your friends because he convinced himself he was too clingy and wanted you to have some fun

when you convince him you want him there with you and he can bring his friends so yall can all hang out he says okay

y’all are all hanging out together at the party in a big group, and some guy asks you to dance

he notices him waving you towards the dance floor and comes over and literally grabs your waist and takes you to dance with him instead while the guy stands there like ??

you can tell he’s jealous by the way he follows you around after that

tells you you’re pretty like 20 times as if he didn’t already worship the ground you walk on

“ugh why does everyone else have to find you so attractive”

still wants you to have fun with your friends so just checks on you every once in a while with a kiss and goes back to his friends

sees the guy he turned down for you glaring at him and makes a peeing motion with his imaginary penis

only ends up going home when YOU want to. (your feet get tired and he gives you his crocs he keeps in the car because he knows you)

ʚ minho ɞ

ik yall are tired of the basic party scenario but it adds to the plot okay

barely even wants to go to the party and tries convincing you to stay home but he always wants you to get your way so he agrees to get dressed up and go with you

knows you wanna have fun so he’s your personal butler for the night

getting you drinks, holding your purse for you, letting you sit on one of his thighs on some random couch while you yell over the music to your friends

immediately turns his head when some guy sits next to the both of you and starts flirting

doesn’t even try to hide the way he’s absolutely mean mugging him. glaring, face disgruntled, tongue poking at his cheek from the inside

eventually the guy notices and he’s bold enough to say some dumb shit like “is your guard dog okay??”

pulls you down to sit in his lap instead and rests his head on your shoulder with his arms around your waist, lipstick stained cup in his hands

only cheers up a little when you giggle at him and tell him he’s silly for being jealous

tells you you’re too nice and you need to start pepper spraying men for looking at you, rolls his eyes when you tell him that’s what your guard dog is for

you only go home after all your friends leave and he’s thanking god silently

bonus: scares the guy from earlier by driving to close to him in his car and feels better immediately

ʚ seungmin ɞ

doesn’t take much convincing for him to wanna go with you, he likes a party once in a while

only is slightly jealous when he sees you talking with a guy but it really gets him when he hears you laugh with him like you laugh with him

is so distracted with watching you interact he doesn’t even really catch on that this random girl that started talking to him is flirting (doesn’t even really notice he’s responding till she laughs a super high pitched annoying laugh)

whenever you look back at him (you’re trying to get out of it) you’re confused as to why some girl is yapping at him

only catches on when you look upset because he hates seeing a pout on your pretty face

walks away from her and over to you leaving her offended while you laugh at her face

drags you away from him and makes you dance

you go home right after that to bully little kids on roblox ( lily ref )

ʚ changbin ɞ

comes with you no questions asked because he adores you

coos at the way you say hi to everyone excitedly and how pretty you look in your dress

you end up having small talk with one of your friends boyfriends when she goes to get something from her car

you get a notification from him after like 15 seconds

you smile at your phone and excuse yourself as your friend walks through the door

he’s pouting at you from across the room where he’s leaning against the wall

you wrap your arms around him and explain and he feels dumb but says he can be jealous cause he loves you

you cling to each other the whole night so just end up going home after being told to get a room 20 different times

ends up taking you for a drive and hot chocolate because it’s getting cold

carries you inside (pretend he’s the hulk)

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[chaosunleashedhehehe]

Hullo, it’s ya boi again. Bored af and you know what?? We’re back at it again with a Twilight first watch/shitpost. Enjoy!

I always like how they run like toddlers. No wait? Didn’t I see this in Chucky? 🏃🏼‍➡️🔪

Bro ur making out with your girlfriend and asking her to marry you. Lameee

Babe ur worried about divorce and you’ve been jumping on his ass for two movies now. I think ur just delulu

See Charlie is the only sane person in this entire franchise. Wanting to save his daughter from Edward, absolute father material. 10/10

Charlie really on team Jacob here. Don’t blame him 🐺💕

Edward really is the type of boyfriend who wouldn’t let you walk to the store without breathing down your neck. Hah see what I did there? But he’s husband material? Okayyy

Bella’s Mom sees the red flags too!! Bella please gurllll. 🚩🚩🚩

Aweeee her mom’s so freaking sweet! Bella pay her a visit for the life of me

STEVE IS THAT YOU??

You know what song should be playing when they’re running? Wolves- by Selena Gomez

AYYYEEEE ITS WOLF BOY!!

Edward; certified gaslighter, lover of liess

Lmao. Get recked Edward. Wolf boy’s got nards

Even Jacob’s getting roasted by the boys.

I love how welcoming the wolves are to her. Very wholesome. Yet she still chose the vampire??

THANK YOU JACOB! TALK SOME SENSE INTO HER!

Mmm yes. Pocket that shirt for later. Let the stank stink 👌🏻😤

Lmaoo. Thought the boy was going to make out with Charlie real quick

Vampires can SMELL people? Huh. Seems legit 👃🏻

“Sthap. From now on I’m Switserland, okay??”

Really at each others throats there, huh?

“Doesn’t he have a shirt?” Bro I don’t think so. He’s an aPECKS predator *rawr* 🐺

Ngl. I actually kinda like the lore with the werewolves. Idk! It’s kinda cool in the midsts of all the Bella drama.

I don’t understand why Bella can’t see her family and crap. Like-?? Charlie could vibe with it- he’d be confused but he’s vibe! He wouldn’t care

“I won’t stop fighting for you until your heart stops beating”

“Well you won’t have to fight for long :/“

LMAO THE PUNCH. SHE REALLY THOUGHT

“I kissed Bella. And she broke her hand punching my face”

Charlie: *too stunned to speak*

Awee :( Poor Rosalie. I honestly feel so bad for her. At least she got her revenge!

Omg Jojo Siwa is that you??

The sniffing of the flannel has me so freaking dead 💀💀. They mf passed it around like nacho cheese dip

Grrrrr Ima angree woof >:/ 🐺🐺🐺

Ah yes. Pet the dawgy

LMAOOO. Bella really had to put out that she’s a virgin. Charlie’s so much happier

OH SHIT WELL THAT DIDNT LAST LONG HOLY FUCK— wait nvm oh well damn

“Sorry Bella, but I don’t want you to be a slut- I only consent in marriage 👊🏻😌”

The mf awkward running with Bella.

OH SHIT THEY’RE EMERGING LIKE LOCH NESS MONSTERS

CHILDREN OF THE SEA!

“Let’s face it. I AM hotter than you 😉”

Jacob really knows how to slide into those dms- and sleeping bags

Edward mf glaring daggers at him

“She could change her mind you know” sir she has the brain capacity of a spoon. I don’t think she will

JAKE STAY- WTF YOU THINK HE IS- A DOG???

Bella you’re choosing the vampire. Why do you need to lead on the wolf too?

I love how vampire are shiny on the inside too ;)

BELLA DONT JUST SIT THERE RUN??? HIDE!! Something useful!!

Talk about a neck breaking experience!

Bro really got hurt on the last leg of the fight huh?

“That’s highly dangerous”

“Well at least you’re bullet proof!”

*and scene*

[dismuch47]

STARTING POINT

Length: Longer than a drabble, but a one shot with no intention of continuing.

Marvel AU in which Vision (I’m calling him Paul) is the illegitimate child of Howard Stark. There are tensions between half-brothers, and this is the first time that they actually talk about something other than the strange family situation. And it happens to be about... a girl. I hope you enjoy.

This has been moved over from my deactivated blog, so no, this is not stolen if you recognize it.

“’Sup, nerd?” Tony let the door slam itself shut after flinging it open in a grand flourish. He flung his bag of dirty laundry on the mahogany dining table, let his leather jacket fall to the immaculately clean floor in a heap, and then trotted over to the kitchen fridge to excavate.

Paul shifted out of his cross-legged, curved shoulder posture (his studying posture) and sat up in a rigid manner. He placed his book on the cushion beside him, his lips in a thin line.

“Hilarious...considering your field of study in Quantum Mechanics and Theory, Anthony.” Paul called out for the other youth to hear. It wasn’t in his nature to give jabs to other people... but ever since Mr. Stark... or rather Paul’s biological father... had acknowledged the existence of a bastard son in England and the illegitimate child had been included into the multi-billionaire’s home at Mrs. Stark’s request... Paul had tried to rise to the challenge in order to “bond” with the golden son, Tony Stark. Apparently he only responded to sarcasm, rather than sincere attempts of friendship that Paul preferred.

Tony peeked his face from around the kitchen door, tilting the aviator sunglasses down from his face. “I study it, I don’t wear it. What is that, an argyle sweater vest?” His face disappeared once more as he grabbed one of his father’s choice beers from the fridge, closing the door shut with his hip.

“Mrs. Stark likes it...” Paul looked down placing a hand on the sweater vest. He didn’t dislike it... but he didn’t care for it. But anything was better then the second-hand clothing that was always too small for him back at the London shelter. And if it helped the mistress of this home approve of a bastard child more...

“Your mother will disapprove if she sees that rubbish on the dining table.” Paul warned his older half brother. He picked up his thick book and began reading again. “Why you insist on bringing that home when you can just-”

“Carmen. CARMEN will ‘disapprove’. I don’t think mother has done laundry or set a dinning table since her college days...” He slumped down in a white wing-backed chair across from the couch, separated by a glass coffee table. “Besides it’s all apart of the collegiate experience: announcing my arrival home with proof of my hard work and stank of my sheer brilliance.”

“Anthony, your father-”

“For the last time, it’s TONY.” He took off his sunglasses, his dark eyes like daggers at this blonde intruder of his home. He didn’t dislike Paul... he disliked how different Paul looked, sounded, and talked... forever reminding everyone in the household of his father’s infidelity. Of his mother’s pain... and tragic kindness for wanting this person to be part of the Stark family. The dark moment passed and Tony tossed his glasses carelessly to the glass table.

“...And dad can just deal with the mess.”

Paul’s blue eyes were cast downward, trying to resume his reading... recognizing the subtext of that wording, but Tony turned on the television to an outrageous volume, swallowed and sighed loudly over his beer.

“Tony-”

“Little brother, PLEASE.” Tony cut in. “Your bro is nursing a hangover at the moment.” He took another swig of beer. “Do you mind?”

There was no warmth in the word ‘brother’; it seemed more like a reminder that Paul was an outsider that Tony had to put up with. The lanky teenager began to slowly pack up his schoolwork, not feeling particularly welcome in the space...

Tony blinked darkly at the screen; images and colors barely managing to distract him from his mood... and guilt. He was mad at his father... not the accidental child resulting from unprotected sex. His brown eyes darted over to Paul, who was quietly collecting his things to leave.

“What are you reading?” Tony asked, monotone.

Paul blinked in surprise, then looked down at the book in his hand. “A Tale of Two Cities.”

Tony rolled his eyes. “This is why you are a nerd...”

“It is a school requirement.”

“Is it your first time reading it?” Tony raised a dark brow. “Or is it your 3rd or 4th time?”

Paul shut his mouth. It was his 5th. He couldn’t explain how it was that he was able to read so fast, or find a book so compelling upon a 5th or 6th reading. He traced his long fingers across the dog-eared pages.

“At the shelter, all I had was books. I...I like to revisit them...” He couldn’t meet the Stark’s brown eyes. “Like how Mrs. Stark likes to watch old movies over and over...she says they are ‘old friends’ that never change, but grow more enriching with each viewing.”

Tony looked down at the beer in his hand. That did sound like something his mother would say. He recalled her telling that to him. He also felt super awesome for reminding Paul about his life of poverty... which was still fresh. Tony turned off the tv.

“Fine. Books are the exception.” He finally looked over at Paul. “But you have GOT to get out of that gaming stuff if you ever want to get laid, Goggles.”

“Vision.”Paul corrected, a little too hastily. His hands held on to the book a little tighter. “It is live action role-play-”

“Oh my god, I can’t tell you how much I don’t care-”

“-And it is very therapeutic. It helps me get out the frustrations of being in a new home environment, learning American customs... feeling so different. According to Dr. Cho.” Paul defended, blossoming as he talked about this passion of his. “Vision is not just a character... he is an extension of my subconscious; trying to sort out and deal with my very average conflicts.”

“Yeah, that’s the ah...mutant...god... robot thing?” Tony asked, with a belch. Pretending to care was starting to give him a headache.

“Synthezoid.” Paul added.

“Right... with the magical jewel stone for... ultimate power?” Tony yawned

“Mind Stone.” Paul began realizing how stupid this all sounded. Tony had been present at the therapy session when Dr. Cho had explained how this experimental role play with peers might be good for Paul.

“Fascinating. I think I need to go whiz now.” Tony got up from his chair, setting the empty beer bottle, with out a coaster, on the glass table. “Well have fun with that sausage fest.”

“There are girls.” Paul blurted. “...A girl... there is one girl who does it too.”

Tony backed up, a bemused expression at Paul’s outburst. “I’m sure she’s a looker... geeking it up with the oily skinned, pimple-marked-”

“She is beautiful.” Paul’s tone took Tony aback; it sounded stoney firm and  indisputable. And Tony couldn’t help but feel a tiny bit emasculated with his younger half brother now towering above him.

“Prove it.” Tony beckoned.

Paul narrowed his eyes down Tony Stark, feeling it trivial to prove his truth... as if his best friend was some prized stock animal to be appraised. Tony didn’t deserve to gaze upon real beauty... but Paul was a teenage boy. And he wanted to make this college tech jock drool.

He sat down, pulling out his phone and searching for a picture of her. Tony plopped down beside him and yanked the phone out of his younger half-brother’s hands. Paul protested, reaching with his long arms, but Tony was athletic and broad. He put Paul in a headlock after a brief struggle, and scrolled through the pictures on the flip phone.

Tony gave a sigh at all the larp pictures... they were in COSTUMES. “Is that face paint? Really, Vision??? Oh my god, you are going to die a virgin...” Then he came across a larper who was entirely too hot to be hanging out with such nerds. “Whoa... whoooaaaa. Is that her?” Tony showed the screen to Paul, who was still gasping for air before pulling out of Tony’s lessening grasp.

“...Yes...” Paul tried to push his hair back into place.

“Name?”

“Scarlet Witch-”

“Her real name, idiot.”

“Wanda. Wanda Maximoff.”

“Russian? Like Natasha... oh what’s her name. You know, she’s a senior this year...”

“Wanda is from Sokovia.”

“Same difference.” Tony shrugged.

“Actually-”

“Which means she probably has one of those dusky european accents.” Tony stood up, looking at more pictures. “Please tell me she has a dusky accent.”

“...Yes.”

“Oh god.” Tony looked at the screen for a beat. “You’re sure she’s only in high school?”

Paul firmly took his phone back.

“Fine... too young for me. And way out of your league.”

Paul looked down at the screen. He knew that was true, but it didn’t hurt less to hear someone say it. “She is just a friend. My only friend.” He held on to the phone for a beat, then closed it. He returned it to his pocket and picked up his book that he had discarded on the table. His shoulders sagged, and the words on the page were blurring together. Completely unreadable.

Tony damned himself when he saw the effect that his teasing had on Paul. The oh so sensitive, yet robotic Paul. “Okay. I’m taking this away.” He took the book out of his half-brother’s hands and sat on the glass table, directly across from the tall teen. “You’re tall, you have a pensively sweet British accent, and some girls like the peach-fuzz stubble look. You just need to stop slouching, and you’d be any girl’s dream boat.”

Paul looked up. “You have said that I’m oafish, awkward, and that my dialect is ‘annoying as hell’.”

“I lied. It’s hard to compete with. I cut you down to make myself feel bigger. Thank you Dr. Cho.” That didn’t seem to make Paul feel better; he seemed to slump even more in his seat, eyes downcast at the floor. “What... what is this? I basically called you pretty and you're being a pooper. What’s  the problem?”

The blonde teen took a deep breath. “Steve Rogers.”

Tony blinked. “The star quarterback? The ruggedly handsome boy next door, class president, and so patriotic that he’s Captain America at all the Sunday Picnics? Sky-blue eyed, chiseled Adonis-bodied Steve Rogers? That Steve Rogers??”

Paul clenched his jaw and looked up at Tony.

“Oh man... good luck with that.” The Stark son gave Paul a sympathetic pat on the shoulder.

Paul leaned back into the sofa, feeling defeated. He looked up at the ornate crown molding on the ceiling. “She does not talk about him all the time... but she stares at him constantly. She wants to take our roleplaying sessions out by the football field just so he can see her in her costume. She has even invited him to one... and he came. She only stayed by my side because she was too nervous to be alone with him. He smiles at her and I just... I...”

“Wait... so they haven’t hooked up?”

“...I do not believe so.”

“Has he told her he even likes her?”

“Yes... well... he told the group that he likes us and what we do. He’s actually really nice and great in battle, which is an absolute annoyance...”

Tony rolled his eyes. “And have you told her? How you feel about her?”

Paul looked down at Tony. He opened his mouth but closed it. He looked away, trying to find anything else to focus on, but Tony drumming his fingers against the glass table drew his attention.

“If I told her how I felt... and she did not feel the same...”

“Well Vision,” Tony said standing up with a stretch. “Don’t you at least agree it’s a good starting point?” He made his way to the kitchen to throw away his empty bottle.

Paul sat, thinking about all the scenarios in which he could get rejected by Miss Maximoff. But there was one hopeful scenario in which she, in her usual tender way, is caught off-guard. Her eyes would warm and a broad smile would light him on fire inside...as it always did.

“Perhaps.”

[sinkix]

《What your fav Haikyuu!! Character says about you│Nekoma Edition》

Yo-hoo! Here’s another part to this potential(?) series! I hope you enjoy the possible call-outs in some of these lmao. Writers block been kicking my ass recently but I had a lot of fun writing these. Enjoy <3

You can find the Karasuno ver. here 

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Kuroo:

Have a hand fetish and will not say no to choking.

Daddy kink™

Will not accept anything below 6 inches.

More of a dog person but would love to own a black cat.

You drool over tattoos.

Your grades are mostly B’s but you know in your heart you deserve that A, and tbh you probably do. Chase ur goals bby.

Halloween is likely your favourite holiday.

You have to resist not to carve a dick into the pumpkin EvEry GodDAmN YeAr.

You either study for 6 hours consecutively or cannot study at all and you get very frustrated at this.

Have the potential to be a good leader and command the room but probably don’t put it to use as much as you should.

Your playlist parkours from sad 3am crying into your pillow songs to aggressive punk music you could rob a store to.

You like bad boys who hang around bars and look like they would put out a cigarette on your forearm and call you a slut. Just stating facts sweaty xoxo.

Either dress very feminine and girly with a ‘smol girl uwu’ aesthetic or a hardass punk who would kick your ass for a can of beer no in between and tbh both are equally hot.

You’re a big softie at heart either way and just want to be held and told everything will be okay.

Ur a hoe for when people stroke your hair or caress your chin it’s your ultimate weakness.

Watched Rick & Morty.

Twice.

Sleeves rolled up veiny forearms and donning a silver watch are your muse and something you fantasise about frequently.

Most of your memes are shitty top text bottom texts that are somehow funny and I don’t understand why lmao.

You call someone ‘bro’ even if it’s someone you’re immensely attracted to.

Did someone say ties? No it’s just ur dirty ass thoughts thinking about that hot business dudes attire from across the street and how you wish they were tied around ur wrists.

Probably had a crush on Jeff the Killer as a tween and are relentlessly haunted by your old Wattpad library. 

Tbh any dark-haired dude with bedhead that screams rugged and probably not good for you is something that draws you like a moth to a flame.

You often question why every person you’ve fallen for has been a Scorpio and curse that tendency of yours.

Dw man they’re hot so I feel u.

Kenma:

Went through a ‘I’m not like other __’ phase and it’s something that you think about a lot and wish you didn’t.

Watched dan & phil as a kid.

Any mention of Pokemon has you turning into a rabid beast you get way too excited.

It’s cute though dw bby.

Pretty antisocial but interesting to talk to.

Your family often question how you’re able to sleep in till 3pm and judge you heavily for it.

Nocturnal night owl gang rise up.

Frequently have bags under your eyes but somehow manage to pull it off.

Listen to ASMR on the down-low and will never admit it to a single soul.

Frequently go on BL binges and have many related book marks.

You pray that someone will never find your laptop bc holy fuck the amount of smut on that.

You wear scarves & beanies even when it isn’t that cold outside.

100% went through a scene hair phase/attempted to.

You dye your hair a lot or REALLY want to.

You have a voice kink low-key so anyone with a pleasant/soothing sounding voice just gets u goin’.

Cats are your favourite animal and you either do or want to own several.

Would name them after video game/anime characters u fuckin nerd lol.

Speaking of cats ,you fantasise heavily about cat-boys and have a folder dedicated to them.

Oversized hoodies are your vibe and always ball the sleeve hems in your fist as a comfort mechanism.

Shopping centres are your worst nightmare and trigger your claustrophobia or social anxiety and honestly I feel that spiritually.

Have a cute sticky note collection.

You like a lot of music consisting of guitar and slow/soothing beats.

You also fw EDM/ techno on occasions.

Honestly wouldn’t wanna anger you since you have a seething temper when pushed far enough.

It’s the kinda temper that’s eerily quiet but no less terrifying, like the other person can tell you are graphically plotting their demise.

You love sleeping to the sound of rainfall and often play those nature ambience videos while you sleep.

Never tidy your sheets and it’s just a big scrunched up heap of fabric in the centre of your mattress most of the time.

Make your fucking bed.

Lev:

Your ships are chaotic and shamelessly controversial.

Would do something just for the sake of creating mayhem lmao.

You were the fucker who stuck their chewing gum under the desk, I see you.

Your brain never stops whirring it’s a constant hurricane of crackhead energy and you have no idea how to turn it off. 

Would eat a stick of pencil lead for $2

You don’t help your situation with the amount of coffee/energy drinks you consume.

The class clown who cries themselves to sleep.

Such a wholesome dumbass but somehow kinda intimidating??? 

Even if you’re not confident you can do something you’ll try anyway and honestly I respect that about you.

You !! use!!! a lot??!! of!! random punctuation!!! so you always??!?!? seem!!111!! excited!!!!!11!?

Every time you’ve ever tried to make a sandcastle it has failed.

You tried to eat the sand once but we don’t talk bout that.

You would  also pick up slugs and snails and chase your friends around with them.

Can never tell whether people are laughing with you or at you and while you don’t let it show it high-key bothers you when you’re laying alone in your room at night.

Not one to hold grudges, you carry a ‘shit happens’ mentality which is v good but it sometimes leads to people taking advantage of it or walking all over you.

Your meme collection is both questionable and horrifying.

Like how many cursed images and heavily distorted pictures does one person need.

Never organise the files on your PC/laptop so it looks like a complete dumpster fire.

The one at sleepovers who persistently woke everyone else up with their snickering and refusal to sleep till dawn.

For the love of Asahi charge your damn phone.

I see that red bar and ‘12%’

Charge it now.

Bought a plant one time, gave it a name and talked to it frequently.

It died not long after bc u forgot to fucking water it.

No one better ever make you responsible for a pet.

Type of person that when someone asks you to tag along on an endeavour no matter how stupid it is you will agree.

2am skydiving in france? hell yeah.

Midnight shopping spree and spending over half your pay check? count you in.

Exploring an abandoned hospital and performing an Ouija board to summon the demons of hell? you’re damn right you’ll be there.

I hope you have a mum friend by your side bc if not how are you still alive.

You sometimes put the milk in before the cereal and it’s something I’ll never forgive you for.

Yaku:

Very responsible and usually make the right decisions.

You do have moments where you act like a complete dumbass though.

Like u go from 50 year old to 5 year old in the blink of an eye.

A hopeless romantic but it’s a side you don’t often reveal.

Prefer strawberry milk over any other flavour.

You’re the type of person to shower twice a day w/o fail.

Where that stank smell coming from? Not you clearly bc your skin is basically 90% The Body Shop’s rose scented soap at this point.

You get stomach aches a lot and you can’t figure out why.

Probably an allergy to everyone’s bs.

Really good at dirty talk even though you don’t seem the type so people are always taken aback.

You have to be really in the mood though otherwise it falls flatter than Oikawa’s ass, use your skill wisely.

You often call people clowns when you know you’re secretly the biggest one going.

Honk honk, hoe.

You send messages in one paragraph rather than multiple texts unless you are REALLY excited.

People underestimate you at times then are shocked when they realise you are capable of being a fire-breathing dragon from the flaming pits of hell.

You like spicy chicken wings.

Such a petty little shit at times lmao.

Enjoy the view from the top of mountains so you either hike a lot or really want to.

Way more of a cat person since it’s just much more convenient for you.

Usually pretty cheerful or calm and people are drawn to your stable/friendly aura.

Went through a phase of drinking mountain dew and your body still feels the awful effects

Fav element is probably air.

You’re 5′6″ or shorter.

Box dyed your hair brunette several times and can never get the pigment out to this day.

Yamamoto:

Whenever you smell something weird in the room you always internally freak out and think it’s you.

Head-butting walls is your hobby.

You fell off your bike as a kid and still have the scar on your knee.

Probably have tons of ear piercings.

Would tame a pigeon and call it Larry.

You get frequent nosebleeds and can never tell if it’s a medical issue or your extreme simping for fictional men/women.

Hopefully the latter.

You constantly chew your pen/pencil in class so you never lend them to anyone out of embarrassment.

I really hope no one ever lends you stationery bc 30 minutes later it’ll look like it was mauled by a rabid rottweiler.

You really want to own a dog and would call it something intimidating like Banshee or Diablo.

You bleached your hair that one time and it almost fell out so now you’re forced to stay at least 10 metres away from all at-home hair dye products.

You tried your best though bby so A for effort, even if it did look like dehydrated ramen afterwards.

Your grades are mostly C’s and you’re barely passing bc you just don’t care about your classes lol.

Still though you’re actually pretty smart so put it to good use you lazy oaf, channel that crackhead energy into something good.

Your phone screen has several cracks in it from when you dropped it on the bathroom floor while shitting and you’ll always be angry at yourself for that.

You have some really weird quirks but you make it work.

Actually a v chill person but you just kinda attract chaos/trouble wherever you go.

Carry a lighter with you even when you don’t need one.

Shy texter but once people see you irl you are the complete opposite, you just dk how to text without coming across as awkward.

One of those people that’s unintentionally funny and always get confused when you make someone laugh but it makes you feel good regardless.

Have a cool necklace collection and own at least one dog-tag/army style pendant.

Should really consider buying a rabbit you would look so cute w/ one.

You have really nice legs and people should compliment them more.

Either severely dehydrated or overly hydrated to the point you are peeing pure tap water so for the love of god please learn moderation, your kidneys and bladder will thank you for it.

Inuoka:

Your favourite character would be Hinata but you like people taller than you so your love for Inuoka spawned.

You really enjoy using the double spiderman meme.

Cannot correctly verbalise your feelings without creating a minimum of 10 misunderstandings but once people are used to it it’s kinda endearing.

You usually wake up in a good mood and people can never fathom how or why.

You either stay up till 5am or you wake up at that time no in between.

A morning person bc you love the sunrise.

Change your lock-screen very regularly bc you get bored.

Your humour consists solely of poop jokes.

When you don’t understand a joke you laugh anyway and hope they don’t ask you if you actually get it.

Happened once and you’re still traumatised from the cricket silence that fell upon the room.

Really like the taste of lemonade and drink it more often than you should.

Often think about what you would look like with a shaved head.

More of an extrovert but def have occasional introvert tendencies where you wanna be left tf alone.

Never allowed to pick up anything in stores bc the last time you did you sniffed a scented candle and it shattered to the floor.

Constantly have spontaneous ideas of what to change about your appearance.

You use a lot of hand gestures like thumbs up and peace signs.

‘Dude’ and ‘lmao’ is 90% of your vernacular.

Your nails are a disaster, some are down to the nub while others are pretty grown out bc you only bite a select few please sort it out.

Look really good in red.

Your laptop has way too many tabs open from random google searches of words you didn’t know the meaning to.

You read a lot of books but for like 10 minutes at a time bc you have the attention span of a walnut.

You are the type of person to nuke your AO3 tags with things that aren’t even relevant purely bc you found them funny.

Your Tumblr drafts are a nightmare, you have like 100+ in the works yet keep starting new projects why do you do this.

Happy sunshine but you have a LOT of mood swings like that shit comes out of nowhere.

Cry pretty often but no one ever sees and it’s usually because of said mood swings.

You always smile and pick yourself up again though which I commend you for.

TYPES IN CAPITALS IN SITUATIONS THAT DO NOT REQUIRE SAID PUNCTUATION SO YOU SEEM LIKE YOU’RE YELLING ALL THE TIME.

[venactricisfics]

Malibu Desert

Road Trip

Mayans based Story 

Angst, fluff, language, and more

Master List

Chapter Three

The days drug on. I hadn't missed seeing someone in a long time. I actually missed the loud as fuck sound of his Harley echoing down the street.  

It had been three days since he left for Vegas. It gave me time to wonder if he had found comfort in someone else's bed. I couldn't exactly be mad if he had. We weren't anything really. 

The ringing of my cell brought me out of my thoughts. 

"Hello?" I didn't recognize the number on the caller ID. 

"Hey, it's EZ. Bish told me to call you."

"Why didn't he call himself?" I stare at the screen confused and a little irritated. 

"Prez tells me to do something, " he responds, "I don't ask questions." 

"It's ok, " I adjust my tone slightly. "What's up?" 

"Creeper is coming up in the van with some additional cargo, " he says.

"That's great for Creeper, what's that gotta do with me?" My patience is running thin. 

"Bish wants you to join us here. Says the club stuff is taking longer than he thought." 

"Join you in Vegas?" I quirk my brow. "When?"

"Creeper is leaving in an hour, " EZ swallowed. 

"An hour? I've got to be ready to go on a 300-mile trip in an hour?" I carry the phone with me to my walk-in closet and stare at the clothes. "How many days?"

"He didn't say."

"You are a fountain of information." I snap back. "Is Creeper picking me up or am I meeting him at the yard?" 

"He'll pick you up, " EZ replied. 

"Alright."

"So you're coming?" 

I let out an exasperated sigh. My irritation overshadowed my desire to see Bishop, "Yeah, I'm coming." It wasn't as though I had plans. But Bishop didn't know that. 

An hour later I hand my train case and overnight bag to Creeper to load in the van. "Do you have any details?" I ask as I climb in the passenger's seat. 

"Sorry, mamá, I was just told to get you from here to there." 

"I guess if I need anything else I can pick it up on the strip, " I smile, I missed shopping since I moved to Santro Padre. Not that I needed anything. I owned enough clothes that the spare room in my house doubled as an additional closet. 

I glance back wondering what was in the crates but knowing it wasn't my place to ask. " How much longer till we're there?"

He glances at the GPS, "Little over an hour." 

"Can we stop somewhere for a bit?" I ask.  He gives me a look. “What I have to pee and freshen up.”

“Women,” he mutters with a chuckle. He exits the interstate and pulls into a truck stop parking lot. 

“Thank you,” I grab my train case and head into the bathroom. A few minutes later I step out bladder empty and a little more put together. I meet Creeper at the van who’s filling the tank with gas.  

“Does Bishop bring many women out on the road like this?” I hand the man a bottle of water.

“No,” he holsters the nozzle and takes the bottle from me, “never seen him do that before.”

“Interesting,” I respond then climb back in the passenger’s seat.  I feel the color leave my face when I look in the side mirror. 

“You ok, mamá?” Creeper glances over at me. 

“Just get us the fuck outta here,” I breathe as the truck stop fades into the distance.  When the van pulls to a stop behind a row of Harleys I turn to Creeper, “Will you keep my little freak out moment to yourself?” 

“No problem,” he said with a crooked smile. I take a final look at myself in the visor mirror then pull the pen from my hair and let my copper curls fall down my back. Then reach down and fasten the strappy heels.  I swing open the door and EZ catches my hand and helps me down. I find my footing. 

“Sorry I yelled at you on the phone,” I said. 

He gives me a half-grin, “No worries.”  I glance around my smile fades slightly, “Where is Bishop?” 

“Inside finishing up with the kings,” he responds. I breathe through my feelings.  He wanted me here. He wouldn’t have broken all kinds of the protocol to drive me over 300 miles just to fuck with my head“Alright,” I simply said. I leave EZ to help Creeper unload the van heading into the private cassino. This was a lesson I had to learn. Patch before pussy. And I hadn’t even provided that.

I’m welcomed by warm lights and the chimes of the slot machines. I scan the room looking for a familiar face. 

"Well if it isn't Malibu Barbie, " Angel's voice echoes behind me, a smug grin on his face. 

I give him a matching smile. "What have I done to see your face again, cabrón?"

"Look at you, güera learning Spanish, " he chuckles. 

"The vale between love and hate is extremely thin, " I cock my head to the side, "I guess you don't know why I'm here either?" 

"Just that your shit needs to be taken to Bish's room when you got here, " he said. "Surprised you only brought one bag. Don't you white girls overpack?" 

"Sorry to disappoint. I don't have a purse dog and I hate Uggs. But I will drink you under the table on Pumpkin Spice Lattes, " I give him a wink. I walk with him to the bar, "I'm not hanging with Bishop because I'm looking for a little Mexican flavor or whatever you're thinking. I like him." The thought of him brings a genuine smile to my lips, "I like him a lot." 

“I’m disappointed. Thought for sure you’d have a little rat dog,” he smiles, his gaze fixes past my shoulder.

“I’d rather have a dog that can eat a guy’s face off than nip at his ankles,” I take in his face seeing that he is not paying attention to what I’m saying, “Am I not dazzling you with my company?” 

“Yeah,” he looks back down at me, “what?”

“Go,” I follow his eyes, seeing a girl in at a tight barely-there dress, “I’ll be fine.” 

“You sure?” he asks. “Bish should be here soon.” 

“Give me ten bucks,” I climb up on a barstool. 

“Qué?” he quirked a brow. 

“Open your wallet and give me a ten,” I respond, “I need a drink and have no cash.”

He opens his wallet and thumbs through the bill, “I only got a twenty.” I hold out my hand, “She’s getting away, Angel.” 

He slaps the bill in my palm and rushes off. I order a White Russian from the bartender and sip it slowly.  Glancing around the room and on my phone, Bishop wasn’t here yet.  I road all this way to sit at a bar waiting. I could be waiting at home in my yoga pants and slippers. I slurp the last of my drink from my glass. I feel the warmth of a hand on my lower back.  I lift my eyes finding someone, not Bishop leaning moving dangerously close to my comfort bubble.  

His breath stank of cheap beer and cigarettes when he spoke, “Get you another drink, sweetheart?”

“No thanks, I’m waiting for someone,” I try to shrug him off but his grip on my waist grew tighter. 

“Just one drink,” he moves in closer even as I push against him.  I glance up the bartender was helping a couple who just sat at the other end of the bar. 

“I said no,” my voice firm and louder, “please get your hands off me.” He moves his hand to grip my thigh. So tight I knew there would be marks later. I push against him, not making much headway. In an instant, a fist collides with his face. Knocking him on his ass. 

“She said no,” Bishop’s voice unmistakable, the fury in his eyes burned differently than I’d seen before. He relaxes his clenched fist and holds his hand out to help me down from the stool, “Where’s Angel?”

“He went to take a piss I guess,” I didn’t want to rat him out and lose any of the ground I’d gained with him. 

“You don’t have to cover for him, sweetheart,” his voice still stern.  I lace my fingers with his. “I don’t need a babysitter.” He motions to the guy that was pulling himself off the floor, “You don’t?” 

“Not counting him. He’s an anomaly. And I was handling it. Sort of,” I tuck myself into his side, “I just need you.” The words felt cheesy coming out of my mouth. But they were true.  I hadn’t felt as safe in my whole life as I had in the last few weeks I’d spent with Bishop.  

 "I didn't like seeing that puta's hands on you, " he leads me further in the casino. "Sorry I wasn't here when you got here." He scans me over, taking in my appearance. My top hinted just enough cleavage and my jeans cling to my hips like a second skin. "Real sorry, " his eyes return to mine. 

"Next time you want to see me you can call me yourself. I know club shit is a priority. But I don't like making sketch plans via your prospect." 

"That wasn't the way I wanted it to happen, " he responds, "meetings with the kings took longer than I wanted." Bishop's hand rested on my neck pulling me closer. His lips were on mine. The noise and smells of the casino fade completely all I can sense is the feel of his lips on mine, the way his hand feels on my neck. The thickness of the leather beneath my palms as I rest them on his chest. "Come on I need to entertain them a little longer but I wanted you with me."

"Uh-huh, " the oxygen hadn't returned to my brain yet. I lace my fingers through his and walk with him to a round booth.  Hank stands, pecks my cheek then motions for me to slide in the booth.  I give Taza a wave across the table. Two other men, both wearing ‘El Presidente’ patches filled out the rest of the table. 

The Mayan Kings.

I slide in the booth painting on a smile, “Evening.” I was strangely comfortable with this group of men that likely had several kills under their belt. The princess girls I went to school with would cast their nose down at them. But after everything, I’d rather be with these ‘dangerous’ men than the dudes and bros that turned into the man I was supposed to like. I was safer with Bishop and his Mayans than I’d ever been. 

I sipped my cocktail, careful not to overindulge, listening to they catch up. Bishop’s hand rested possessively on my thigh. I stifle a yawn and leaned over my lips dancing over his ear, speaking soft, “I can’t wait to be alone with you.”  

“Tired, Hermosa?” he asked.

“It was a long trip and I’d just come off a long shift,” I answer with another yawn, playing the game. “But it was worth it.” 

“Come on,” he slides out of the booth and takes my hand, addressing the table. “Good night.”

I’d always known I was pretty. Copper curls hang loosely around my face-framing my delicate features. Full lips, blue eyes accented with fluttery lashes.  Pretty. But when Bishop looked at me I felt beautiful, sexy, a goddess. 

“You know I’m not exactly tired,” I tuck my hand in the crook of his arm as he leads me from the elevator and we stop in front of the hotel door. The light on the key slot turned from red to green and he pushes the door open. 

“Good,” he holds the door open as I step over the threshold. The room was massive. The floor to ceiling windows gives a view of the bright lights of the Vegas strip. He slips his arm around my waist pulling me close, I lean back into his chest, his warmth wraps around me like a fur.  My eyes close when his stubble tickles the sensitive skin on my neck. 

“I missed you,” I let out a soft moan as his tongue and lips move over my skin. I turn toward him, my lips finding his. The kiss fueled a fire throughout my body. I step back catching my breath.

“I missed you too,” he runs his thumb over my lip, “you hungry?” I shake my head, “No. But I do need a minute. OK?”

“Take your time,” he pecks my lips again. I grab the train case that EZ left by the door and take it with me to the bathroom. I smile hearing him mutter, “Damn.” 

I check my reflection in the mirror. I didn’t have time to apply a new layer of makeup. So I pinch my cheeks and apply some gloss.  

“You ok in there?” Bishop calls from the other side of the door. 

“I’ll be out in a minute,” I call back. I pull my clothes off quickly and take a look at myself, glad I chose to wear good underwear today. Hot pink lace boyshorts with a matching bra. I lotion my legs satisfied they were smooth then adjust my boobs. I draw in another breath. I’m ready, I want this more than anything. 

I swing open the bathroom door, I lean against the frame, feeling my confidence falter until I see his eyes over me like a starving man and I was his next meal. “I promise I won’t pass out this time,” I take a few steps closer to him. I hadn’t been nervous about sex with someone in a long time. But I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I wait for him to speak. To move, to do something. 

He closes the gap between us in two strides, his hands cup my face and his lips crash on mine. I hold onto his sides as he walks me through the room to the bed. He shrugs out of his kutte and drapes it over the chair as I sit on the bed looking up at him. My fingers tremble as I tug at his belt and unbutton his pants. His eyes are dark with lust as he watches me slip my hands inside. I bite my lip, he’s thick. And getting thicker as I stroke him. His calloused hand slips under the lace of my bra. His fingers working my nipple to a hardened peak as I free him from his jeans. 

“Not yet, baby,” he leans down pressing his lips to mine. We work our way backward on the bed until he’s over me. Consuming me with the heat of his body.  His lips move over my jaw and down my neck, kissing my chest then the tops of my breasts. I moan when his lips circle my nipple through the lace while his other hand toys with the other. Slowly he moves his lips lower and hooks his fingers in my panties. I lift my hips and let him pull them down. 

The man I’d known in the past, the one I’d run away from, he never did this before. The sensation was new. Exciting. Bishop’s tongue swirled slowly around my clit and I cried out as the sparks start to shoot through my body. He licked and sucked my pussy slowly as though he were savoring the taste of me. My fingers coil into the sheets as he slipped a finger inside me and then a second. He pumped in choreographed rhythm with flicks of his tongue on my clit. The pressure inside me built, my thighs tremble, as I feel the dam about to break. “Bishop...I…” my words barely coherent as I felt the crash, I couldn’t stop it. He slowed his movements not stopping, dragging out my orgasm as I shuddered under his touch. I feel my cheeks flush as he looks up at me. Smirk tugging at the corners of his lips as he moves back up my body. 

“I knew you’d taste good,” his lips glisten with my juices. I hide my face behind my hands. He moves them, “Too late to be embarrassed, querida.”

“Sorry,” I bite my lip, “I’ve never come like that before.”  

Bishop’s hand cups my face and turns me to meet his gaze, “That is a fucking shame. I plan on tasting you as often as you’ll let me.” He presses his lips to mine as I nodded my agreement to his plan. I move my hands to his chest fingers tug on the buttons and I push the fabric down his arms.  His free hand moves to my back to unhook my bra then moves to cup my breast.  

My hands move over the topography of his now bare chest down his abs and slide in his pants, “Take your pants off.” 

“Yes, ma’am,” he smiles into the kiss and raises up to push his pants the rest of the way off after pulling a condom from his wallet. I bring his face back to mine, joining my lips to his again. I let my hand move lower again, finding him thick and hard pressing against my thigh. He groans against my mouth when my fingers curl around him. Fingers trace long and slow up and down his cock. He pushes me to my back and raises up again to roll the condom down his length. 

I moan softly as he traces the tip of his member along my slit. “Ready?” I nod. I was ready as I’d ever been.  And I wanted him. At this moment I wanted to feel him more than my next breath. His hand grips my thigh as he slides inside me. Inch by satisfying inch stretching me to accommodate him. “Fuck,” he mutters and pops his hips again. My leg hooks high on his hips letting him sink deeper. He moves slow and deep. I feel a surge building inside me again. I grip tight to him, my walls flutter around his cock. “That’s it, querida,” his grip tightens on my thigh, “let go.” At his words, I stop holding back and an uncontrollable tingling sensation radiates through my body.  

Bishop’s movements become more erratic as he chases his own release.  I move to meet his thrusts as I ride out my orgasm. With a few more thrusts I feel his cock twitch and he groans into my neck at his release. His lips find mine as he comes down from his high. He rolls off of me and pulls me to his chest. I rest my head on his chest, listening as his heart thumps. He combs his fingers lightly through my hair and we lay in each other’s arms.

"I'm glad we waited," I look up at him, "Hot dirty drunk sex would have been fun. But this was better than I thought it could be." 

"Yeah, it was," he pecks my forehead and slides from the bed, "wait here." I frown losing the warmth of his closeness. I wanted to ask questions. But I didn't want to be that girl. The one that doesn't know her place and reads things that just aren't there. 

Though the sounds from the other room did catch my attention, "Bishop?" 

I could hear voices but couldn't tell exactly who the other voice was. Probably one of his guys. I grab Bishop's discarded shirt and slip it on, it still smelled of his favorite cigar and cologne, "If you have to go out again with club stuff you seriously have to make it up to me again when you get back." I roll the sleeves up slightly

While walking.

"Stay back there," Bishop calls. It was too late. I feared this would happen since the day I left Malibu. His eyes were cold as he pressed the barrel of his pistol into the back of Bishop's head. 

"Why are you here?" 

[16screamingferalrats]

On the Gods everyone always be hating on roaches,

yes, they nasty but Bro. They survive EVERY vibecheck. They cannot be unvibed. They have their vibability maxxed out fam. Water? Them mfs like fishies. Fire? They have them hard ass shells. Earth? They Been birthed from that shit. Air? They aint even gon die from your baby cousins stank ass breath bruv these mfs are Industrictible. The whole cast of avatar could try to extihuish them and them roaches would FOLD THEY ASSES. They survive every vibecheck mankind throws at them. You think youve vibed them and they just come back crawlin in your cupboards fam they do not give a single fuck. Not only that, they cool as hell. They more loyal then Any dog AND they can do cool tricks. They can survive off of nothing and they breed fast, more roaches more friends. On god you will never be lonely AGAIN with these mfs. Industructible Life Time Friends homie. They can Dance, they can crawl on WALLS and they do be kinda cute tho. Lil antanae and shit loooking cute as hell. You can be the godfather to a small army of industructible tiny ass mfs who FOLLOW YOU EVERYWHERE! They are the coolest bitches witht he greatest vibes and yall still hating fake ass hoes you dont even DESERVE YOUR ROACHES

[kazcaldwell]

lovable jock x dumb is good x the heart

@murderclubhq

NAME.

FULL NAME: Kazran Caldwell PREFERRED NAME/NICKNAMES: ‘Kaz’ to a majority of the world. His sports bros call him ‘Caldwell’.

APPEARANCE.

FACECLAIM: Tyler Posey SEX: Cisgender male HEIGHT: 5′10, pretty average. WEIGHT: around 160 lbs. a little lighter when it’s baseball time and a little heavier in the winter during bulking season. BUILD: he’s generally lean and muscular, with a little more muscle definition in his thighs and calves. HAIR: short and black. he would grow it out but his mother makes him cut it regularly. HANDS: big hands for holding many balls. occasionally sports a big ink stain on the side of his right hand from an intense drawing sesh. too often has dirt caked under his fingernails. his hands always smell vaguely like a baseball glove. SCARS: a few, on his knee and calf, and a good one by his elbow. they’re all from various sports injuries, except the one across his hip that came from the time johnnie convinced him it would be a good idea to parkour over a barbed wire fence. CLOTHES: absolute sports bro garbage trash. ratty, dirty sneakers and white socks that come up a little too far. basketball shorts or track pants. jeans on only the most special occasions. his shirt is usually a jersey of some sort, and he’s rarely seen without a baseball cap (backwards, naturally). OTHER FEATURES: dimples! he has the most adorkable dimples when he smiles, which is most of the time. he also has a stick n poke tattoo on his wrist that his bff johnnie gave him - a poorly rendered skull and crossbones.

SPEECH.

VOICECLAIM: if Tyler Posey was a good southern boy ACCENT: slow and southern. LANGUAGE: english and spanish. his spanish pronunciation is inhibited by his deeply american accent, much to his mother’s chagrin, but he is fluent. ARTICULATION: he often has to search for a word or way of phrasing something in the middle of a sentence, but when he finds it, he says it with confidence. EDUCATION: kaz’s vocab is a lot of slang, peppered with ain’ts and y’alls. sometimes he’ll surprise the room with a three-syllable word but it’s always a shock when it happens. LAUGHTER: loud and often, from deep in his chest. has probably teared up from laughing more than he’s teared up from crying.

MANNERISMS.

FACE: his heart is displayed right on his face, in flashing neon lights. he’s often accused of having a case of the puppy dog eyes. HANDS: he fiddles a lot. he has a hard time keeping still, and his hands always need to be doing something. he doesn’t use them to talk, but he’ll be spinning a pencil in his hand mid-conversation for sure. LEGS/FEET: similar to his hands, he’s generally tapping and bouncing his leg to get out the pent up energy. EMOTIONAL OUTBURSTS: the happier and more excited he gets, the louder kaz is. he has no concept of his own volume and the halls of normal secondary are often blessed with echoes of him yelling, “BRO!”. when he’s upset, however, it’s quite the opposite. he withdraws and grows quieter. HABITS: kaz can’t stand the quiet, so if there’s a silent room, he can often be heard making beatboxing noises under his breath. PERSONAL SPACE: kaz has no concept of such a thing. anyone in the vicinity should prepare for him to barge into their bubble without the slightest thought.

HEALTH:

DIET: as a growing sports boy, kaz eats quite a lot. mostly protein, but when he’s not trying to be ultra fit for baseball, he’s a snack fiend. SLEEP: as a kid, growing up in a graveyard gave him frequent nightmares. he grew out of them, but his sleep cycle never really recovered, and he wakes up easily throughout the night. EXERCISE: every morning before school, he goes on a mile run. on the weekends, he does it for longer. he hits the gym to weight train whenever his team does but he doesn’t usually seek this out on his own. he’s more of a runner. CLEANLINESS: he’s a dirty, sweaty boy because he spends all of his time outside. his mother is unsure if he owns a piece of clothing without a grass stain on it. ODOR: general boy stank masked with the strong scent of old spice. NARCOTICS: although his friends dabble in recreational drugs, kaz is a good boy who doesn’t touch anything stronger than weed. he’ll even pass on that if he’s got practice or a game the next day. ADDICTIONS: baseball.

PERSONAL.

INTROVERT/EXTROVERT?: extrovert as hell. he hates alone time and will bug his friends to be in their presence no matter the time or day. OPTIMIST/PESSIMIST: annoyingly optimistic. he’s like the bard of the group. when he’s sad, he has his moments, but it isn’t difficult for him to jump back to the glass being half full. SEXUALITY: straight-ish as far as he knows. he’s only ever dated girls, but there was that one time he woke up to his best friend’s hands on him. johnnie claimed he was half asleep and thought kaz was a girl, so it was whatever. he doesn’t think about it a lot. romance has never been a focus of his and he generally only dates because it’s a thing everyone else does. ROMANTIC: kaz has a huge heart and he can be super romantic. he’s that way with everyone he meets. PLANNING: kaz would rather rush into a situation and figure it out on the fly than stand back and make a plan. if he’s forced to rely on others before he can act, he likes to get the ball rolling by throwing out a million suggestions until one sticks. INTUITION: when it comes to the game, kaz has great intuition. it’s like he knows what the other team is going to do before they do it. he trusts his gut, and he brings that with him in real life situations as well. GOALS: more than anything, kaz wants to get out of normal and explore the world. his way to do that is through baseball and a potential scholarship, which he is very close to achieving. INSECURITIES: he takes most things in stride, but he can be insecure about his intelligence. especially with the murder club, he often feels like he isn’t contributing or helping the cause. he internalizes a lot of it and tries to put himself out there anyway, in the hopes that he’ll accidentally do something right. PHILOSOPHY: the caldwell family is not particularly religious, at least not more than their neighbors, but they are very traditional. they have a lot of beliefs about the sanctity of life and death. kaz is far more hedonistic/utilitarian in that he does what makes him happy in the moment and disregards whatever it might mean for his afterlife.

RELATIONSHIPS.

PARENTS/GUARDIANS: kaz lives with his biological mother and father, but he doesn’t have a close relationship with them. they’ve always been distant and mostly allowed kaz to run off and do his own thing. they’re responsible parents, if not emotionally neglectful. FRIENDSHIPS: being a popular guy, kaz has a large social circle. he’s closest to the other guys on his baseball team, particularly johnnie ward, his best friend. after his brother’s disappearance, kaz has been distancing himself from his regular crowd and spending more time with the murder club. ANNOYANCES: kaz is the ultimate peace keeper. he rarely thinks that anything is worth fighting over and always tries to see things from the other person’s shoes, when he can. the only thing an argument is ever good for is entertainment when you’re watching two people go at it and you know you’re not involved. ADVERSARIES: kaz is more forgiving than he should be. he takes most things in stride, so it would be difficult to do anything so heinous that you lost his friendship. anything involving his brother is a good way to get him riled up. STRANGERS: kaz treats everyone he meets very familiarly, like they’ve been best friends for years. FUN STUFF: he does the standard teenage boy stuff with his pals. they play video games, trash other people’s houses at parties, hit each other with sticks, etc. he’s very active and hands on so he rough houses with his friends a lot. BEST FRIEND: johnnie ward is his bff and has been for a long time. johnnie is like the mr. hyde to his dr. jekyll - the one who always drags kaz along to do the dangerous, slightly illegal things. WORST ENEMY: at the moment, kaz’s worst enemy has to be the sheriff and the rest of the police force. although he’s generally always been on good terms with them due to his sports prowess bringing renown to normal (johnnie often shoves kaz at the cops when they get into a spot, so he can smile their way out), he can’t forgive them for the lazy, uncaring way they’ve handled his brother’s disappearance.

INTERACTIONS.

GROUPS: the more the merrier. kaz loves having people around him and thrives in group settings. he’s the guy at the party who keeps hopping between different social groups to interact with everyone he can. OPENNESS: it’s a 50/50 situation. there are certain things that kaz keeps very private, that he’s unwilling to talk about. he’s so bent on keeping it positive that he doesn’t often share the deep stuff unless he’s doing so flippantly. however, there isn’t a lot that he takes seriously enough to treat this way. GENEROSITY: kaz would probably give both his kidneys if someone really needed them. he grew up lower class (not as much as the wards, but enough) so he doesn’t have too much to share, but he shares it all the same. JEALOUSY: romantically, kaz is not the jealous type. he’s so socialable himself that he couldn’t imagine getting upset if someone else was the same way. the only thing that’s ever really made him jealous is seeing the way his more well-off teammates live. they can afford the nicer cleats and have more time to spend in the weight room, etc. etc. he’s seen how it takes him more work to stay at the same place as them and wishes it were easier. TEMPER: generally patient as a saint, if only because most stuff either flies over his head or is taken in a positive manner by him. his temper has gotten worse recently, but it’s still very tame. AFFECTION: kaz’s way of showing affection is through touch and time spent with the other person. he’s very affectionate with all of his friends, always boosting them up and being their hype man. a total team player. DISTASTE: if he dislikes someone, he simply becomes the opposite of himself. cold, robotic, generally antisocial around them. ETIQUETTE: polite enough. his mama raised him to be a gentleman so he acts accordingly, but he can’t help being a little rude around the edges without realizing so. RESPONSIBILITY: he feels responsible for everything. he’s always been extremely independent, as his parents left him alone to take care of himself and then eventually his brother, so he sees himself as the one who has to handle it all. if something doesn’t go right, he feels like it’s his fault and internalizes the blame. he projects his bad feelings onto others when they’re bad, if only because he has a hard time processing them. CONFIDENCE: kaz is very confident in most aspects of life, aside from anything to do with academia. he rolls with the punches. HONESTY: honest, but never in a way that intentionally hurts someone else’s feelings. he will occasionally blurt out something that’s honest and rude, but it’s usually accidental and he tries to put a positive spin on most stuff. LEADER OR FOLLOWER: follower, and pushover. kaz’s friends could get him to jump off a bridge if they really wanted. he likes to go with the crowd, to feel like his belongs. FLIRTING: if kaz is speaking, he’s flirting. ATTENTION SPAN: poor. he’s very easily distracted. the only place where he’s super focused is out on the field.

LIFE.

DUTY: kaz has always been responsible for taking care of his brother. when baseball started to get more intense with scouts was when he asked abby to take over for him. he’s the de facto captain of his team and is in charge of making sure everybody is in shape and doing what they should. COMBAT SKILLS: he’s a lover, not a fighter. but he’s fit and athletic so it wouldn’t be difficult for him to defend himself or others. HOME: he’s a garbage boy with a very messy cave of a room. but it’s organized chaos and once a month his mom makes him clean up because it smells worse than the dead people in there. COOKING: he can use a microwave. hot pockets all day, baby. DRIVING: he doesn’t have a car, preferring to get about town on rollerblades, but he can sometimes be seen driving johnnie’s white mustang when his best friend is out of it. FINANCES: the caldwell’s live a humble lifestyle. they’re on the lower side of lower middle class. more like upper poverty. but kaz does odd jobs here and there for cash money, like mowing lawns and shoveling snows and such neighborhoodly things. PETS: there’s a feral cat that lives in the graveyard. he also has johnnie. LAW: he’s gotten in trouble a few times - breaking and entering, vandalizing public property, public urination... mostly things his friends were doing that they blamed kaz for because they knew he’d get out of it. he doesn’t have a record because that’s usually true. TRAVELING: he’s never been out of normal, but he wants to travel the world more than anything. MEDICAL: the only time kaz has ever had a real medical mishap was at a very young age, when his parents left him in the car to go to a town council meeting. middle of summer, way too hot, and it landed him in the hospital nearly dead from heat stroke. he doesn’t suffer any lingering medical issues from it but it has left him with a strong desire to always feel like his body is functioning and alive. PARTYING: he’s a partier, always letting his friends drag him along to the haunt of the night. HOBBIES: drawing. he doodles in his sketchbook. it started being a more frequent activity as a way to bond with alfie, but he does it on his own as well.

[neo-cherryy]

Imagination || Colby Brock

elysamurphy: i was wondering if you were up to doing a imagine based on a song. the song would be “imagination” by shawn mendes for a colby imagine. you can play around with how you want it to be, but i thought the plot could be like he always sees this girl and he doesn’t know how to talk to her or get her attention but he has always pictured him together. you can listen to the song to get more of a visual if you want. i hope you had/are having a good day. lots of love xx💓

// i love writing based on songs legitttt!! ilyy requests are always opennn \\

Colby watched out the window as you walked passed the front gate of his house, along the street on your way home. You were holding groceries, not realising the bag was about to rip but Colby knew. He rushed out the door as you crouched to collect up the items, after sighing embarrassed and frustrated. He made his way beside you and helped you pick them up, brushing your hand accidentally.

“You didn’t need to help me,” you smiled, putting your hair behind your ears.

Colby waved you off, helping you up. “I wanted to, I’ve seen you pass by a lot,” you put the items into another bag that Colby had brought out to you.

“Well, thank you,” you kissed his cheek. “Oh, shit that one stank,” Colby raised his eyebrows, confused at your words. It wasn’t until Colby was patted on the back by Elton that he realised he’d been daydreaming, and it was Elton’s words that had come from what Colby thought was you. When Colby had been snapped back to reality, he saw that he was still watching from the window and that it was Aaron who had helped the girl. “What’s got you down?” Elton asked, the two of them heading towards the kitchen counter.

“I can’t talk to this girl,” Colby admitted, head facing the floor. “Like all that keeps happening is my thoughts picture these things-“

“Her naked or?” Elton was semi-serious and half joking.

Colby rolled his eyes, “No… Well, I mean sometimes but that’s not the point. When I let my mind picture this shit, I then miss the moment. I just can’t talk to her, I don’t know why,” Colby sighed, running a hand through his hair as Aaron walked in through the front door, and Sam walked in from the room next door.

“Still bugged about this girl?” Sam asked and Colby nodded, taking a seat and running his hand through his hair again, but giving Sam a side glance. “I don’t get it, you’ve fucked girls before but you can’t even talk to this girl?”

“This is so different, though,” Colby sat up and looked around the room to everyone. He then stood up and paced around. “I actually kinda like this girl, from afar obviously, but it feels so different. I picture scenarios, it’s crazy shit,” everyone was quiet, thinking of ways to help him.

“Well,” Elton said, clapping his hands together. “You’ve got a video to make and we have a drive to get there, so we’ll handle this another time.”

                                                           ***

Colby was pretty miserable but tried to put up a front for the video. On the car ride, they’d stopped at a gas station for a break. The guys went to the toilet whilst Colby went searching for a drink, he picked up a water and a Lucozade, debating with himself which he should get.

“Water is usually the better option,” you walked and stood next to him. You placed some extra drinks on the shelves from a box in your arms.

“I didn’t know you worked here,” he said, surprised as he put the Lucozade back on the shelf. “I thought you went home.” You raised your eyebrows. “You walked passed my house.”

“I got a lift,” you laughed. “It doesn’t seem like you know me an awful lot at all, what you doing anyway?” you asked, folding the box you were originally holding. You struggled so Colby helped you out, passing you his camera while he did. You recorded some funny faces before handing it back.

“YouTube video,” he said, passing you the now folded box. “Exploring some places, not much else,” you nodded.

“You must be buzzed, sounds exciting. I’ve got work for another 3 hours and then I go home to cuddle my dog, maybe watch some shit-“

“(Y/N)! Get back to work,” your boss called out to you, coughing as he did.

“Sorry, Dave,” you called back. “Sorry, Colby, I got to get back,” you went to walk away and he just smiled. He didn’t know you knew his name but then thought how could you not? As you did other jobs, Colby decided to follow behind you and carry on talking. “Dude,” you said, amused at how he wasn’t giving up.

“What?” he shrugged, a confidence suddenly overcoming him. “As long as you still do your job, I can do this, (Y/N),” he smirked, mocking the fact that he now knew your name, trying to impress you. He rested against the sweet stand and almost knocked it over. “Fuck,” he muttered.

Your boss came over. “I’m going out back to smoke,” he went to walk away then turned back. “Try and make sure your boyfriend doesn’t destroy my fucking shop,” he then proceeded to walk to the back, cigarette already in his mouth.

You just laughed and Colby couldn’t help but feel like this was a dream. One of his occasional dreams, but something about it felt real. Sam came in, looking surprised at the fact that you and Colby were talking. “Hey,” Sam said. “Sorry to intrude but Colby we gotta go,” Colby bit his lip as Sam stood awkwardly.

“I’ll be right there,” Colby hinted for Sam to leave. As Sam left the shop he shouted to the other guys, “This is what dreams are made of,” making a reference to the Lizzie McGuire movie and at Colby talking to you. You laughed, clearly seeing that Colby was embarrassed. “Come with us,” he blurted without allowing his brain to process his words.

“Colby, I have work, I can’t,” you carried on doing your jobs. Colby was eager to get you to go. He gave you a 1 minute gesture and headed to the back towards your boss. You were stacking shelves and replacing items when Colby rushed back in and took the things out of your hands. “What are-“

“You’re joining us,” he said simply. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. “I promised to give the shop a shoutout in the video for you to get off early,” you sighed. “C’mon,” he whined.

“Fine,” you followed him out and into the car. “If you guys try and kill me, my boss knows who I’m with,” you stated and they all laughed. “Why are you laughing like that?”

“One, we aren’t planning to kill you and two, even if we were going to, your boss doesn’t seem the most reliable person to count on,” Colby closed the car door and Elton started driving again.

                                                         ***

You all finally arrived at the salvation mountain, your eyes widened in amazement. You all got out, Elton checking that he had all equipment, and headed towards the colourful area. Your eyes were fixated on the view and Colby’s eyes were fixated on you.

“This is so nice,” you said, looking around. You walked off whilst the boys stayed put.

“Can’t believe you actually spoke to her, bro,” Corey said, patting Colby’s back.

“So this is real?” Colby asked and they all nodded, a random guy walking passed nodded as well causing them all to laugh. “Okay good,” he said, looking over to you. He walked up towards you as you stared at a car covered in writing. “Hey,” he smiled.

“Can you believe someone drove this here and like people just wrote the most beautiful things on here?” you said, accidentally ignoring his greeting. “Like I mean look at that one,” you pointed to a sentence that Colby read in his head.

“Wanna go out?” he joked after he read it.

“Yeah,” you said pretty casually, still staring at the car as Colby choked on his own breathing and looked down at you. His eyes were wide and you took a double look at his expression. “Wait were you joking?” he nodded slowly, eyes still wide. “Oh fuck,” you muttered.

“But I also wasn’t,” he admitted. “So... do you actually?” you shrugged.

“I mean,” you stumbled over your words. “I would if you wanted to but like-“

“Yeah I do,” he said quickly. He coughed into a fist. “I can do if you want to.”

“Jesus,” Corey laughed. “Just say you both want to,” you both looked at each other.

“Do you wanna go-“

“This is an upgrade from your car, Colby,” Elton said, walking up to you guys and standing beside Corey.

“Elton,” Corey shouted and wailed his arms. “You just ruined the moment.”

// literally read the last line in corey’s voice lmaooo- i’m in too deep rippp \\

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@twixtandshout said: 

Grillby tries a new cooking style and Sans is torn between encouraging his boyfriend/keeping his reputation as someone who’ll eat anything and admitting he likes Grillby’s other stuff better

This fill somehow turned out way more dramatic than I think was the intention of the prompt.  This one takes place after Backbone, the fic where Grillby decides he needs to change his eating habits.

Rating: G 

CN: vomiting and other illness symptoms

--

The house stank like a greasy forest fire when Sans got in after a midnight movie showing with Alphys and Undyne.  The kitchen was closed off.  Sans touched the doorknob and could feel heat sinking into his bones.

"hey, hot stuff," Sans called through the door.  There was a moment of fear where he worried that it was actually his brother on the other side, and then Grillby pushed aside the pocket door for him.  Papyrus wasn't even in there, thank god.  

"...hey." Grillby was blue tinged around the center of his face, and on his hands.  He had an apron tossed on over a sweater and a pair of black jeans.  His gloves were the plastic ones that went up to his elbows.

"what'cha makin'?"  Sans asked, peering around him.  

Grillby looked him over and brushed popcorn crumbs off Sans' shirt for him.  They caught fire in midair and were ash by the time they drifted to the floor.  

"i was saving those for later," Sans said.  "so now you really gotta tell me."

Grillby nodded.  The room temperature dropped a few degrees and he stepped back into the kitchen, letting Sans come in after him.  "I'm trying something...new."

"yeah?"

"I need to change how I eat, since I was sick."

"oh.   yeah, right.  i gotcha."  That explained the campfire smell.  

"I don't think the kids would like this, or Papyrus, but..."  

The problem was that eating a different diet than everyone else was pretty isolating for someone like Grillby.  Food and eating were a huge part of how he interacted with people.

Sans had been a little worried that once the immediate danger of his illness had passed by, he'd fall right into his old habits.  It was tough to talk about it, since Sans would sound like a hypocrite bringing up anything about someone else's health.  

"hey, i'm curious.  let's give it a shot."  He liked the wood chips Grillby made.  He'd probably like this, too.  Not having a stomach came in handy.  

Grillby brightened and put his hand on Sans' shoulder, directing him to the kitchen table.  Sans sat down.  

"...you're sweating?"  The room got even cooler and Grillby opened a window.  He took out plates and started serving out some mysterious but rank smelling stew from the huge pot on the stove.  He opened up the oven and the campfire smell hit Sans' nose hole, hard.  

"so, what's in the soup?"  Sans asked.  He was careful to keep his tone neutral.  

"It's an old family recipe."

Sans remembered Grillby's mother visiting when Grillby was sick, once, and the huge pot of boiling hot sauce she had made for dinner.  Sans had almost passed out from the smell.  

"nice," Sans said.

"You might not like it."

"hey, i'll try anything."  

Grillby set a plate down in front of Sans.  In the center, there was a log of heavily seasoned wood, and the strong smelling stew was artfully poured around it.  Sans was sure that if he was a fire monster, he'd be flipping his lid at how good it looked.  "looks great, grillbz," Sans said.  He picked up the log and poked it at his mouth.  "not sure how to eat this, though."

Grillby considered the problem, and then gestured for Sans to set it down.  He made a slicing gesture with his hand, and fire rained down on Sans' plate, cutting the log into neat, perfectly sized slices of wood.  

Oh, hey, Sans got it.  It was supposed to be like bread.  "cool."  He tried a piece.  It tasted like wood and garlic.  "this is really good."

"Like this." Grillby dipped his breadlog into the stew and took a bite out of it.

Sans had jumped out of the frying pan right into the fire.  "oh, right."  But his feet were in the fire, now.   He picked up one of the slices and dipped an edge into the stew - the sauce?  Sans wasn't sure what it was, but it sure had a smell.  

He'd just think of it as a trial by fire.  He snickered, and Grillby gave him a curious look.  

"thought of a great fire pun," Sans said.

"Never mind."

Sans took a bite and stared into space.  A tiny bead of sweat trickled down his skull. Once he was able to feel his face again, he said, "huh.  that's not bad."  

When the heat wore away, there was a flavor there, and it wasn't bad, exactly.  It wasn't good enough to be worth everything that came with it, but it was something positive for Sans to hang onto.  

"You like it?" Grillby was so bright and happy.  He'd been expecting to eat dinner alone.  

"of course it's good," Sans said.  "i mean, look at who made it."  

Grillby reached across the table and took Sans' hand.  He squeezed it once before letting it go and digging into his own food.  

Sans took a deep unnecessary breath and did the same.  If he shoveled it all in while his mouth was numb, he saved himself from having to do this over and over again.  He had to eat it all, so he should do it all in one go.

"Oh, you're finished?  Do you want seconds?"  It was rare to see Grillby so cheerful.

"yeah."  Sans had a good run.  He'd made some friends, told some awful jokes, seen his brother happier than ever, and most of the time he ate good food.  He had zero regrets.  "but you should save the rest for you.  i already had like three dinners."

Grillby nodded. "You look warm again."

"i mean, there's a little heat to this stuff," Sans admitted.  He got up to get himself some milk and delay his second serving.  Instead of getting a glass, he just stood by the fridge and chugged the gallon. He put the empty back in the refrigerator and walked over to his seat.  Grillby had restocked his plate while he was gone.

"bone appetite, right?  heh."  

--

Sans didn't have that much experience with indigestion.  The next day was a crash course in the subject.  

Grillby left before Sans got out of bed, so the only one who noticed was Papyrus.  He told Sans that whatever had made him suffer was probably a natural consequence of his own actions.  Sans couldn't really argue that point.  

At least, not with his head in the toilet.  He somehow managed to burn a hole in the side of the seat.  He sent Alphys a message when he was sweating on the floor of the bathroom.  thought it'd be cooler to be a dragon

She sent him a message right back asking him what he was watching, but he didn't read it until later.  

Sans started to feel better around his first dinnertime.  Soozen said that he looked more like a regular corpse than usual, but no one else mentioned anything.  

He was huddled in a blanket on a couch watching television when Grillby came home at his usual time.  Grillby walked right over to him and gave him a kiss hello.

"hey, look who's here," Sans said.  

"Are you all right?  You look under the weather."

"with you standing up there quizzing me, it's like i'm under fire," Sans said, snickering.  Grillby had set that one up for him, probably deliberately.  "maybe i'm getting a cold or something."  

"Poor Sans."

"yeah. i'm so sad i bet you want to go get me a soda."

"And dinner?  Or are you not feeling up to it?"

Sans' expression stayed the same.  "that sounds great, actually."

He looked so excited.  "I came up with an idea at work....you'll love it."  

"heh. you know it."  He'd survived until now, so he'd probably be ok another night.  He wished there was a way to get out of this, but he'd dug this hole and now he was going to be a proper skeleton and lay down in it.  

This night, he got to watch the whole process.  Grillby had an old recipe book of his mother's opened up.  Sans would rather eat the pages of the book than anything else Grillby made from the recipes on them.  

When the smell hit his nose hole, he started seriously thinking about ways to avoid another day like the one he’d just had.  The only idea he came up with was "honesty" and obviously that wasn't going to happen.  

"hey, since we're both having it, can you make it a little less hot tonight?"  Sans winked.  "you're hot enough all on your own."

"It was too spicy?  You did drink...quite a lot."

"just a bit too much for me.  sorry."

"I'm just...happy you like it at all," Grillby said.  

"aw, man."  

When Grillby set the plate down in front of Sans, he leaned down and gave him a kiss at the same time.  Sans poked at his food with his fork and gathered all his willpower.  Why didn't they have any plants in the kitchen?  TV had taught him that you dumped food you couldn't eat in a houseplant.  He considered slipping it into his inventory, but he was pretty sure Grillby would notice.  

The Great Papyrus burst into the kitchen.  "GRILLBY!  GOOD EVENING! I AM GOING TO QUICKLY PASS THROUGH AND GRAB SOME ITEMS FROM WITHIN THIS ROOM BEFORE I AM DEFEATED BY THE POWERFUL AURA OF YOUR IMPRESSIVE NEW RECIPE!"  He rushed over to the fridge while he spoke and opened it up.  "NORMALLY I WOULD BE POLITE AND GIVE YOU THE FULL GREETING THAT A DEAR FRIEND OF PAPYRUS DESERVES, BUT THIS EVENING I CAN'T STAND TO BE IN THIS ROOM FOR MORE THAN TWO MINUTES."  He took the empty milk container out of the fridge and stared at it.  "I DON'T RECALL..."  He shook his head. It was inconceivable that anyone else in the house would have had the whole gallon, other than him.  He rushed it over to the recycling and went back and took out an orange juice container.  "SANS, IT SEEMS YOUR REST HAS IMPROVED YOUR HEALTH!  I AM PLEASED TO SEE YOU UP AND ALSO ABOUT."

"Hello, Papyrus," Grillby said.

"hey, bro.  yeah, i'm ok."

"He's getting a cold."

"I'M...NOT QUITE SURE THAT IS IT," Papyrus said.  "WELL, WHATEVER YOU WOULD LIKE TO CALL IT!  MAYBE A COLD SOUNDS LIKE A VERY TERRIBLE ILLNESS WHEN YOU ARE FIRE?"  He ran back towards the door with a glass of orange juice and a bowl of dog treats.  

"Terrible?"   It took Grillby a minute, sometimes, to verbally catch up with the things Papyrus said.  By the time he spoke, Papyrus was out of the door.  He closed it very firmly behind him.

"eh, he thinks being sick is just gross to start with," Sans said.  

Grillby nodded.  

"well," Sans shrugged.  "bottoms up."  He took a bite of his dinner.  

The room started to cloud over.  He felt the impact of the floor against his shoulder, but nothing after that.

--

Sans was under blankets, but he still felt cool.  He opened an eye and recognized the ceiling of his own bedroom.  There was still that cheese-in-a-can residue up there from the time he'd made a can explode.

Someone had opened a window in the room.  The curtains were fluttering.  The cool air felt wonderful.

"HAVE YOU FINALLY FINISHED WITH YOUR IMPROMPTU NAP?"  Papyrus asked. He sounded like he was by the closet.  

Sans could guess why he was in his bed, now.  He drew the blankets up over his head.  Grillby wasn't there, at least.

"I WILL LET YOUR HUSBAND KNOW YOU HAVE NOT FALLEN DOWN YET."  Papyrus sounded angry.  "HE WAS WORRIED ABOUT SUFFOCATING YOU WITH HIS FIRE BY ACCIDENT."  

Sans heard the door to the bedroom close.  He was alone.  Maybe it was time to rethink his strategy.  There was probably some other way to make Grillby feel good about eating the kind of things he needed to.

He sat up and stretched.  He noticed an empty vial on the side table. Whatever was in it was probably a big reason why he felt so much less like garbage.  

The door opened a crack and the room got a tiny bit warmer.

"hey, grillbz," Sans said.  

"........."

"c'mon in."  No avoiding it.  Grillby was going to be either guilty or mad, and he was going to want to resolve those feelings with honest and open communication, like the huge loser that he was.  Sans loved him.  

Grillby slipped in and stood right inside, looking Sans over very carefully. Sans could almost feel him checking Sans' stats.  

"guess i felt worse than i thought," Sans said.  He shrugged.  "heh. or i like you so much i just fell for you."

"........." Grillby started to say something.  He flickered in irritation. "...Sans."  

"yup.”

"Are you all right?  Really?"  

"yup."

Grillby didn't look like he believed him.

"there's plenty of room," Sans said, patting the bed next to him. "whatever you guys dosed me with did the trick."

After a minute, he came over and sat on the bed next to Sans.  

"i got a confession."  Sans touched Grillby's arm.  He had a good feeling he knew what was going through Grillby's head, now, with the way he kept acting like he shouldn't get near Sans.  "that stuff you made is good, but i don't think i should have as much of it as i did.  kind of runs me through the ringer."  

"...you could have said that."  

"i guess."  Sans shrugged.  

"Why the hell didn't you?"

"uh. you were all fired up about the stuff you were making.  didn't want to cool down the mood, you know?"  

"Sans."

"and, um..."  He wasn't sure he should say this, but he was on a roll. "look, you don't like making that stuff because no one else eats it so it isn't social, but it's the kind of stuff you need to stay healthy, right?  so maybe i wanted to keep you company so you kept making it."  

"......" Grillby stared at him for a very long moment.  "...Sans," he repeated.  

"yeah?"

"Don't ever eat my food when it makes you sick for my sake, ever again."  

"...gotcha."

"Or...or I'll...be really upset with you."  

"man. you don't have to bring out the big guns for this one.  i already learned my lesson."

Grillby grabbed onto him and pulled him into a hug.  Sans noted that his face was pressed hard against Grillby's chest, like Grillby was trying to keep him from saying anything else.  He could take a hint, sometimes, so he kept quiet.  

"And...I promise I'll be careful about what I eat."  Grillby let him go so he could look him over again.  "...ok?"

"ok."

Sans settled back down on the bed.  The wind rushing in through the curtains made Grillby's fire wave around so much that Grillby grabbed at his glasses like they were going to fall off.  They couldn't, since they were enchanted not to, so Sans didn't feel bad laughing at him.  Grillby pulled Sans' blanket over his head and went to close the window.