#depressing truth they were happy with eachother only for a short moment and then they were terrible for eachother

[iceagebaby]

"i can fix him" well i will make him worse

[mirismuffins-ovo]

Plant Palace pt 9.1 🌿

⚠️[cussing and suggestive wording](theres two parts to this part due to it being a short moment)

[john has been staying with Eddie for around 2 weeks now]

John had stayed there for a few days,he was eating and just sleeping for the most part. He'd taken notice of an orange flower on Eddie's night stand and had realized that the room and house were set up for if John had come back. John had just finished taking a shower,and was drying off,his body looked more fit than before. He wasn’t as thin looking and his body was a slightly toned framed now. He finished getting dressed buttoning his pants as he walked out of the bathroom,seeing Eddie looking through the Polaroid pictures of the babies that had fallen out of his jacket.

“Oh..hey Eds” John shifted his weight slightly,just before he sat down on the opposite side of the bed. He didn’t know what to say about the girls to Eddie. “They’ve gotten so big hm?” He missed them but he didn’t want to leave just yet,he wanted Eddie to come with him at least.

“They sure have. They are still so beautiful just as the day they were born.” Eddie smiled, setting the photos aside.

Looking over at the cleaner, better recovered man, he looked him up and down. As much as Eddie would love to tear him apart, the concern about the girls worried him more. He wasn’t sure how long John had been away from them and like any parent, never wanted to be far away from their kids.

“How are the girls?”

“They’re alright...everyone around camp helps me take care of them,and there are other kids they play with. My mom and Henry have been taking care of them” He sighed and looked away “I miss them..but I try to talk to them often” John glanced at Eddie as he fixed some buttons on his shirt,Bitty was lying comfortably in a cat bed with her little brother Leaf.

“Mom had to teach me how to style their hair,and those girls are sure wild”

He laughed softly longing for his kids but his want for more was strong,it was selfish of him but he couldn’t keep himself away from Eddie.

He wondered if he would be able to help teach the girls how to be human so they could be integrated into human society.

"John… I think you should go back. Go see the girls."

He could see the shock fall on John's face.

“Eddie..I will soon,but..I want be with you”

He felt horrible for being selfish but he had sacrificed everything to keep his kids safe. John wanted his happiness,and he couldn’t fight the loneliness he felt without his lover. He’d waited for years just to see him.

“I don’t want to leave yet.”

"John. I'm in the middle of writing an album. When I finish I promise I'll come find you and the girls. But right now you need to be with them. They're probably worried about you."

He hoped John could go back. He was being serious.

“Eddie...I want more than this,we had dreams together. I still want that and I get you're writing your albums and that stuff is important. I know I came back out of nowhere but..I want more than what I have now” John knew Eddie was serious about this stuff,but so was John.

“I get that right now is temporary..and I will go back to them but..not right now”

Eddie was not happy with the answer. "You don't get to choose what you want anymore. You're a parent, a father, and you should know that your kids come first."

He groaned as he stood up, ruffling his hair. "You know I love you, John, but we are still living our own lives. We have been the past 2 years. We can't just get back together with a snap of our fingers. Things are still rough right now for Abbies and I'd rather you go protect them than worry about me!"

He pointed to the door, silently telling John he needs to go.

“I get it…but you need to understand being a single parent for two years and ignoring my own needs has taken its toll” He stood up and pinched the bridge of his nose frustrated “I’m not worried about the kids..my kids are safe with my mother.” He sighed and took a few steps away from the bed towards the door,but then paused. “how do you know I’ll come back next time..” John glanced back with an eyebrow raised.

“I love you,but like you said we’ve lived our separate lives,and if we don’t rekindle our relationship now i don't think we ever will” John knew he wouldn’t ever wanna leave Eddie but this was something he had to recognize. “Am I better off moving on…am I just still just fantasizing about what we used to be.”

Eddie grit his teeth, clicking his tongue. “Not a day goes by when I think about how you’ll come back to me. But never like this. I always thought we’d never would,or we’d run into each other while getting coffee. Or hell, I go do a concert and you’d be in the crowd!”

He could feel emotion build.

“But I’m not ready for us yet. I spent so long being depressed and hung up on you. I’ve tortured myself by releasing that album. I’ve had to ignore it for 2 years but whenever I had to play that one song I felt empty every time. That song was meant for you. That whole album was meant for you! It showed everything I felt about you but I never got an answer. That was my call to you, and I got nothing. Year after year after year and you just expect me to come back to you? Or you walk into my life begging for me to join you?

“John, we need to work on this. We still need to work on ourselves, what we really really want and what the consequences of that will be. We might be ready for the world, but the world might not be ready for us.”

John snapped his voice ringing out in frustration.“Do you think I give a fuck about what the world wants anymore Eddie!? After what I’ve done and what I’ve been through?!” He had whipped around to face the singer,aggressively motioning with his hands.“I’m done with worrying about the world Eddie,I get if you do now cause your famous” He crossed his arms and sighed, shaking his head “I’ve listened to the album almost everyday since it came out,our daughters know that their father sings that song. I listen to it to torture myself,to remind myself that I had to leave the fucking love of my life with OUR kids to live in the middle of nowhere...without you.” His tone was somber but he rubbed his face and regained his voice.

Eddie looked like he was about to speak but John

rose a hand to stop him.

“How did you expect me to answer you,hm!? What was I supposed to do while taking care of three little toddlers and trying to keep camp from getting captured by the government?” He squinted irritated “you know how they knew I was abnormal when I went to the hospital,even though I tried my damndest to control myself? I was listed as a fugitive from when I was a teenager,but I’m not anymore. I am not dangerous ” John sighed

“I’ll leave alright,I just wanted you to come with me...we could’ve had our little family..” he shrugged and his eyes flicked up to meet Eddies without waivering.

Eddie was enraged.

“Look if you’re just here to take me back and fuck, then do it.” Eddie glared.

His heart was racing, he had been eyeing the man since he started to make home. He was sure even the sight of his boyfriend still getting dressed was soon to make him hard. Wait..boyfriend? Sure why not.

“To tell you the truth, I’ve been trying to hold back the past few days.” Eddie had been eyeing John for the past two weeks,dying to rekindle their fire.“ But I was putting the girls first, no one wants to grow up without their parent.”

He walked up to John towering above him, running his fingers through the freshly washed hair, sliding them down John's face before taking hold of his chin, staring deeply into the shorter man’s eyes as he tilted his head up to face him.

“take me back to see our daughters,but let me have you”

Johns eyes widened and he looked up to see Eddies lustful eyes. The large man leaning interlocking his mouth with Johns,unexpectedly shoving his tongue into his mouth. John huffed and only paused to catch his breath,Eddie had pinned John against the wall,the more experienced man taking him by surprise.John's body knew what it was doing though,and just a look from Eddie had John longing for his touch. Eddie had picked John up by his thighs allowing John to wrap his legs around Eddie's waist before taking him to bed. Passionately ripping the clothes off of eachother. Eddie snickering at the ginger virgin who looked taken by surprise but seemed to be enjoying himself.

You can guess what happened next.

[yandere-romanticaa]

In the dark of the night.

Was this fic needed? No. Am I still going to write it...? Yes! Based of a drawing of Fyodor taking the place of the Joker from the DC universe. If you guys liked this let me know, because I have another idea.👀

"This just came in, another bank robbery happened today at the Gotham City Bank! We have reasons to believe that the culprit is none other the Joker, or if we go by his civilian name, Fyodor Dostoyevsky..."

"Another attack from the terrorists happened today at 17:00 at the park..."

"They're everywhere, and the police aren't doing shit! How are we gonna-?!"

Turning off the TV, the (h/c)ette frowned at the news. There was no escaping these stories, was there? They were everywhere! Every single day something had to happen and someone always got killed in the process! It was depressing really... What a sad world this was. People killing eachother on the streets, the endless crimes were just suffocating. (y/n) had no idea how she was even alive by this point but she just kept moving foward. She loved this city, she really did, but boy did it have its problems.

Getting up from the sofa, she grabbed her jacket and purse. She was feeling hungry and knowing that there was nothing in the fridge, (y/n) decided that the best thing to do was to go to the nearest grocery store and to buy some groceries. She locked her door and made her way out of the building. She walked down the dimly lit streets of Gotham city, the warm rays of the setting sun tingling her skin. She had no clue in just how much danger she was in this very moment as a pair of eyes stared at her from the distance.

"Your little mouse has left her den, boss."

"....thank you, Goncharov~"

♡♡♡

The sun had fully set when (y/n) had gotten to the store. She opened the glass door to see the cashier reading a newspaper, not really paying attention to her. She shrugged him off as she grabbed a basket and walked down the isles. The bright lighting of the store was almost too much for (y/n), but it was nice to be out of the apartament. She had been stuck inside her home for the entire day due to work related issues. Now, she could finally relax and have a nice evening.

Entering the ceral isle, she looked at the many diffirent cereal boxes, wondering which one she should take. All of them looked wounderful to her, although some were a lot more sugary then other. Before she could reach out her hand to grab a box, an odd sense of dread came over her. Something felt... wrong somehow. She felt like she was being watched, like someone was burning holes at the back of her head. She turned her head at both sides of the isle and was met with utter silence. The lights of the store lightly flickered, giving the entire situation an even more eerie feel. Her hands felt cold as she could still feel that stare, but for the life of her she just could not find out where it was coming from. Without even thinking, she quickly grabbed a couple of things and left the store in less the five minutes.

Oh, how little did she know that her life was going to change so drastically from that evening forward.

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Ever since that night, the constant sensation of being followed had become an all to familiar feeling to (y/n). No matter where she went she always felt watched, like this other person was sizing her up, studying her to see how she would react. Several of her co-workers had mysteriously vanished without a single trace and (y/n) worried that she was going to be the next target. All of those news reports came back to her, how the Joker and his gang kidnapped innocent people for their own gain. She was no longer the happy, bubbly girl everyone knew but now she was slowly turning in to a frightened and catious individual who never dared to step foot out of her door after dark.

It didn't help that she lived in a somewhat dangerous area of the city, and that she was alone. Her friends were always scattered and she always had to walk alone in the dark. No matter where she went, (y/n) could never seem to find peace. Her workplace, with her friends, at the mall, in her home... She felt violated, this constant feeling of being watched was far too much for her. She didn't understand why this was happening, but then again neither did the culprit.

Fyodor was never the type for love and romance. He had a dream, a dream of cleansing this world and all of the sinners within it. But somewhere along the line, someone had caught his eye. This rather odd girl who went by the name of (y/n). She fascinated him but he was also confused. Why was he feeling like this? He was a God, he was supposed to be stronger then this damn it. How was one little girl able to make him feel so weak, so human? And yet again, he wanted her all for himself. He wanted to see what makes her tick, he wanted to hear her cries for him and him only. The big bad villian of Gotham city had falled in love but Fyodor would never say that. His ego simply wouldn't allow it. Then again, that isn't really going to stop him from getting (y/n). He was slowly making her his own, day by day he was one step closer. He got rid of all of his rivals, her bills were somehow "overdue", she almost never had electricity now and was having trouble with work.

Yeah, she was going to be homeless in no time.

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Just like that, in a mere two months (y/n) had lost it all. Her family, friends, home, money, everything was just gone. She had no one to turn to, nowhere to run. The landlord had kicked her out of her apartment which meant that she was forced to spend the night on the streets. Tears pricked (y/n)'s eyes as she looked around. The street was dark and there were almost no people around. The cold winter wind danced across (y/n)'s frame as she shivered. The moon had risen long ago and it felt oddly comforting despite her situation, almost as though the gentle moonlight was trying to comfort her, that she was going to be safe.

But that couldn't be further from the truth.

Far away in the darkness lurked danger, a danger (y/n) never anticipated. Hungry violet eyes watched her shaky form walk down the street as he spoke to his men. He gave out the orders, and they would follow them to the end.

"My, my Fyo, you sure do have good taste~!"

"Quiet Kolya! If you don't shut up we'll be spotted..."

Fyodor raised his gloved hand in the air which in turn caused complete silence. That didn't stop the clown from grining from ear to ear though. His boss was plotting and it was always entertaining to see him be so serious. They all moved out, quietly following (y/n). They stuck closely together like a pack of wild mice, never letting her out of their sight. Fyodor felt excited, dare he say happy even. His little mouse was so close, she was going to be his for all of eternity. No longer would the sinners of the world taint her innocence as he would keep it all to himself. Who knows, he might just toy with that innocence he oh so adores...

After a bit of walking, (y/n) stopped in front of a dark alleyway. Honestly, could things get anymore perfect? He mirrored her footsteps like a shadow as she remained oblivious to his presence. The poor girl was tired, all she wanted was to just sleep. She hoped, begged God for all of this to be some kind of nightmare. That the Joker wasn't real, that he wasn't wreaking havoc in her beloved city, that she hadn't lost all of her friends, her home...

Fyodor was mere inches away from her now and with lightning speed, he grabbed a syringe from his pocket and pricked (y/n)'s neck with it. She gasped in horror, placing her hand on that same spot. The drug was strong, which caused (y/n) to lose her balance in mere seconds. Looking up she was met with a sight she never wanted to see. That evil grin, those twisted violet eyes... It was everything the girl wanted to avoid and yet here he was.

The devil himself had decided to take her.

Cold and short breaths escaped (y/n)'s frosty lips as she tried to fight the drugs, but whenever she tried to lift a finger it just would not move. Soon enough, shadows and whispers were all around her as she felt herself beibg carried away. Wicked giggles and horrible smiles painted her vision as her poor mind turned numb and black.

The Joker had won. He was proud to say that all that hard work and patience had been worth it. He had his little darling in his arms and for a second, everything just felt... perfect.

[admiralkatcornwellfan]

Kat/Gabe, 7. Fake relationship au

Read on Ao3 here

Katrina Cornwell stared at the wine glass in her hand and let out an inadvertent sigh. Her life was in shambles at the moment. well, her professional life was sailing smooth but her personal life was far from it. Infact it was just a headache she wanted to avoid at the moment. She once again looked at the wedding invitation in her hand. Pippa and Sunny were finally tying the knot after dancing around eachother for years , three kids and two divorces total. Kat was not an old hag to wish ill for her friends or place blame on Leonard for her failed marriage. She knew it was mostly her fault that they got divorced. but there lay the problem of finding a suitable date for the wedding. Pippa asked her to be the matron of honour but Kat wasn’t simply in the mood to be one. But she never said it aloud. at least by that way she’d be able to skip on having a date but the responsibility and having to hang around wedding atmosphere far too long than simply being a guest in reception made her nauseated. “hah… the irony of therapist being depressed. get your shit together woman and do this for Pippa and Sunny ”. Kat thought to herself and stood from the couch to place a call to Afsaneh to inform that she accepted Phillipa’s invitation.

meanwhile in an apartment closer Gabriel Lorca was staring at the same invitation. He tossed the invitation across the room but after a second thought, picked it up and placed it on the coffee table. It was not fair to direct his anger at Sunny’s wedding invitation. Actually he was Happy that his best friend was getting her shit together finally to see that Phillipa was love of her life. Those two danced around eachother since collage and it was high time they realized they belonged together. they had nothing over himself or his inability to keep his Balayna safe. lt was his fault that he is alone now. clamping his teeth together not to let out the sigh that was customary whenever he Remembered his girl, Gabriel turned around the wedding invitation only to find a message scrawled in Sunny’s handwriting.

’ you are the best man Lorca’

Great. now he has to tolerate the whole reception and the bridal showers (for Phillipa and Sunny invited all their close friends to it) and whatnot and having to handle the whole thing. Weddings weren’t his forte and of all people Sunny should know this. Not to mention dealing with the uncomfortable relationship questions from their friends who’d be at the wedding and especially Chris trying to hook him up with girls half his age. Gabriel mentally groaned at that image but picked up his phone to type a message to Sunny to let her know that he is actually going to be the best man. Gabriel looked around the condo Phillipa and Afsaneh shared. He never came to their house because he basically lived on his ship for past 20 years and even when he was with Balayna, he lived on US. Being on States was a different experience after all these years. Deep in his thoughts he falied to notice the gorgeous woman sitting on the couch right infront of him. She cleared her throat and Gabriel blinked twice before finding his voice and apologizing to her. “Its ok. Afsaneh and Phillipa had to go out and they told me you are coming here…I’m Katrina Cornwell. I believe you are Mr. Lorca?” Katrina managed to get the sentence out despite the heated blush she was feeling. Gabriel nodded and then frowned over the familiarity he was feeling about this woman. “ I’m sorry but Do I know you …uh … Miss Cornwell?” Katrina slightly bristled at the question and even before she could think, she felt herself answering “its Doctor”. Katrina tried to smooth off the situation with him because as Afsaneh told her, Gabriel Lorca was the best man and as she is to be the Matron of honour she had at least to be cordial with him. “ I’m sorry Mr. Lorca. I’m just tired of being the recipient of that question far too long. please call me Katrina ”. To her surprise, he began to chuckle and nodded in understanding and added that she can call him Gabriel. over the hour they waited for their friends to come home, they found out they briefly went to same collage before Kat transferred to a different one, and few embarrassing stories of both brides-to-be to share at the speeches and both of their messed up relationships and that they had no dates to bring over to the reception. “ We can pretend we are together, you know” Kat found herself saying and to her horror found Gabriel seriously contemplating the idea instead of laughing it off. “ Has merits you know Kat… You and I are both single and obviously need a partner to avoid all that mess and unwanted questions. so, its a solid deal? ” Katrina gulped but she knew this is the best offer she will ever get on the ‘date’ department. besides, Gabriel was very handsome and she found herself drawn to him despite his cocky attitude. When Afsaneh and Phillipa returned, to their surprise they found Kat and Gabriel rather cosied up on sofa, laughing and having a really great time together. Gabriel cooked up a story of going to a date with Kat when they were in collage and getting to know her better now but Kat knew Pippa or Afsaneh wasn’t fooled for a moment with that one. Instead, she chose to pull up the topic of upcoming wedding and other three soon chimed in as well.

The wedding was actually the event Katrina most enjoyed. Between dress shopping, going to caters, florists and Cake designers and testing champagne or having time of her life in the bridal shower, Kat found the joy of friendship seeping back to her life.But Gabriel was the major reason she was happy. she couldn’t deny it or even avoid it because their pretended relationship was on full sails and all the friends accepted that Kat finally found her match. and whenever they’d hear such comments, Gabriel would smile that smile and she found herself blushing like a teenager. But she was afraid because she knew she was already fallen for him.

Gabriel looked at Kat dressed in gorgeous navy blue dress, smiling so brightly that her dimples showed and knew that somehow , somewhere in this lie, there was one truth and that was this woman had sneaked upto his heart without his knowledge and charmed him with her wits, intelligence and her strength. Not to mention her beauty. Her toothy grin , cute dimples and soft hair that often fell over her face had him in a tight grip but it was her jade eyes that made him quiver. He was in love and damn it was a mess. He promised he won’t fall for a woman after Balayna. And for 20 years he lived true to that promise. But now everything was changed and the worst of it was he didn’t knew if Kat reciprocated his feelings. They were living a charade and he couldn’t tell if she was faking her affection or not. He knew if he tried he could tell but the fear of heartbreak and rejection still lay prominent in his mind. “ Takes a lot to fall for a Doc, old boy. Its a fine mess you’ve made and now you have to face the music ” He thought to himself.

Deep in thought he failed to notice Afsaneh approaching from his behind. she cleared her throat and Gabriel quickly turned to face her. He noticed there was a softness in her eyes and sparkle of something- something like love - and suddenly he felt jealous for his friend. But he knew he was being unreasonable. Without uttering a single word, Afsaneh made a gesture to point out Kat, who was leaning into the railing of a small balcony and Gabriel knew he had to face her. its now or never. picking up a glass of champagne for liquid courage, hoping it was whiskey , Gabriel moved away to balcony after uncomfortably smiling towards Sunny. Phillipa joined her wife afterwards and she impishly grinned at her as she saw Kat and Gabriel on the balcony. ‘Its about time those two made it real’ , Pippa commented while giving a kiss to Sunny. “ oh its been real all this time, these two idiots are fooling themselves. maybe you should throw your bouquet at them ” ’ I’d love to hit Gabe with it ’ Pippa replied and dragged Afsaneh to the dance floor, giving privacy to the couple on the balcony. Neither Kat or Gabriel said a word but Pippa secretly grinned when Kat caught her bouquet later and Gabriel caught the garter, smiling and blushing like two teenagers in love. Honestly, none of their friends were surprised to see these two tying the knot just an year later. All in all, weddings are Sometimes Happy occasions rather than being emotional messes.

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[lizzyfish225]

After A Reset Undertale Fanfiction

Before we get started I want to say that this was inspired by an artwork by @Deviant-yoshachu please go check them out. I really enjoyed their art. Now that that's over with, let's get into the fanfic.

It had happened again. Chara has been in control and sent Frisk off on a genocide route. Everyone from Toriel to Asgore had died, including Sans and his brother, Papyrus. He was the original universe, the first if you will, but that did not mean he was immune to resets. He never had the power to do one himself, but he had fallen victim to many. He never knew if it was going to be Frisk- the ever true pasifist- Chara- the genocidal maniac- or a mixture of both, creating a neutral path. This ended up being his most painful truth, seeing as he had to wait until he met the kid to be sure of which one it was going to be each time. This time he had gotten unlucky, ending up with Chara in full control over Frisk. He fought like he always did, but ended up in pain none the less. Whenever Frisk had even a little control in a run, she would always reset when it was over. And every genocide route ended in a reset from Frisk. It was a never ending cycle, and he hated it.

So his world reset- causing him to wake up in his bed three days before the kid came brought the ruin's doors. He sighed and got up slowly, still in pain from his encounter with the demon of a child. He waited a few moments for he pain to subside and stood up. Luckily every Sans and Papyrus in every Au knew about the other au's and resets, it gave the broken skeleton brothers a chance to speak to someone other than eachother that understood. So sans walked out of his room and knocked on his brothers door. He heard a mumbled response from the other side. He took a deep, steadying breath before walking in.

"Hey bro. How you holding up? That one was pretty rough." Sans said in his quiet voice as he came and sat down beside his silently crying brother, putting a steady hand on he talkers shoulder.

"Y-yeah... I'll be alright soon. She took me out pretty early on, I didn't see many fall. How are you, brother? I know she lets you wallow in it for a while." Papyrus said quietly, rubbing his eyes with the gloves heel of his hand. Sans nodded slowly.

"Oh yeah, I'll be okay to. I've had to put up with this longer than you, remember? This isn't the first time, and it won't be the last. I'll live. Let's go meet up with Cheeto and Blue, how about that? Never know, maybe Edge and Red will pop in too." Sans smiled softly, grabbing his brothers hand and pulling him up as he nodded. It only took a few moments before the two were standing in the swap brothers living room. Cheeto- Swap Papyrus- heard the fimilliar sound of the opening and closing of an interdimentional portal and smiled.

"Heya! Who's presence have I been graded with?" Paps smiled as he strolled into the living room with a smoke infront of his face. Said face fell when he saw the original skeleton brothers standing in the room with depressed looks on their faces. "Reset or your Chara?" He asked softly.

"Both. She went genocide and Frisk reset. It was a rough one." Sans sighed, flopping into the couch with a boney hand dragging down his face. The taller owner of the house hissed in pity.

"Ouch. That's always rough. Welp, you two have always been there for us. I'll get blue and get him to call Red and Edge." The orange sweater clad skeleton smiled warmly and headed for the stairs. The two broken looking brothers nodded in thanks and sat sadly on the couch.

Not long after, the skele bro's from all three main AU's were in the room, the classics being tackle hugged by Blueberry, this barely got a smirk out of them. So classic Paps was dragged of by his alternate selves to drown his thoughts in something sans probably never wanted to see his brother drink, but he let his brother do whatever. So the three Sanses sat on the couch. Blue was trying whatever he could think of to cheer classic up while Red just told him to suck it up, punching him gently in the shoulder. Blue scolded him lightly for that. The poor innocent fool even attempted a pun or two, causing him to since in discust at himself. It wasn't until he poked the useualy happy skeletons side-by-side reciveing a squeak- that he thought of an idea to cheer him up. He smirked mischievously.

"what was that~?" Blue smirked at classic, resiveing a wide eyed look and a short of realization from Red.

"I... Ummm... Crap." Classic gulped, getting up and starting to rush away, only for Red to do little blue a favor and grab his soul, keeping him still. "No! Wait wait wait wait!" The original squeaked as he saw Blue stand and walk slowly over.

"Thanks Red!" Blue smiled brightly before smirking at classic. "Trust me classic! This will do you some good! Can't have you all was now can we?" Blue smirked before continuing forward. Fell released the other skeleton as he saw Blue lunge, allowing Classic to get tackled to the ground with a squeak.

"Wait! Blue! Seriously! Don't you dare! C'mon! Gah!" Sans yelped, squeaking when he was prodded in he ribs. He held onto his dignity for exactly three seconds before Blue really dig into his lowest ribs. He TOTALY did not shriek. "BLUHUE!! Nohohohoho! Dahahahanmihihit! Cuhuhut ihihit out!! Gahaha!!!" Blue had suprisingly skill with this. It was making it all that much worse for classic Sans as he pinned his arms to his side's and squirmed underneath the alternate him, not that it did much.

"You shouldn't curse classic. I think that deserves a punishment." Blue tisked, shoveling his hands into classics armpits, causing him to shriek.

"NohohohoHOHOHOHO!!!! GEHEHEHEHET OHOHOHOFF!! Tehehehell thahahahat tohoho Rehehehed!!!" Sans cackled, pinning his arms harder to his side's.

"Hey now. Don't you drag me into this! Your the one under the fingers and I would like to keep it that way." Red growled, smirking a second later as a snort escaped the laughing skeletons mouth. "Jesse. He's really 'tickling your funny bone' ain't he?" Red laughed.

"Shuhuhuhuhuhut uhuhuhuhup!! Gah! GEHEHEHET OUT OHOF MY AHAHAHAHRMPIHIHIHITS!!!!" Sans shrieked, squirming madly.

"Oho! Did you just tell me to shut up? Well, now you're really screwed. I don't useualy do this, but you just insulted me!" Red growled playfully. He hadn't done this since his brother was just a baby bones, but classic needed it. Why not? While Red was getting up off the couch, Blue tutted.

"Oh my. Well, I would remove my hands... But it seems that they've gotten stuck. Let's fix that shall we?" Blue teased before Sans felt magic wrap it's way around his wrists and pull his hands above his head. Sans squeaked and opened his eyes wide, only to see Blue's eyes glowing. Sans was wide open! Just the thought made him laugh harder.

"NOHOHOHOHO!!! BLUHUHUHUHUE!! LEMME GOHOHOHOHO!!!!" Sans shrieked with a goofy grin on his face. He squirmed enough to flip himself over onto his belly, giving him a moment to breathe before Blue plopped himself right back down on-top of him, going at his sides. He shrieked and groaned in frustration through his laughter as it restarted strong. That's when he felt a second pair of legs pin down his own. And then his slippers started sliding off. Oh no!

"WAHAHAHAIT!!! REHEHED! DOHOHONT! GAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!" Sans shrieked as Red started scribbling his boney fingers all over his feet. This made the edgy skeleton laugh.

"That's what you get for telling me to shut up!" Red laughed and went at his victims toes. All the while blue was chuckling and going at his sides and ribs.

"OHOHOHO GOHOHOHOHOD!!!!! NAHAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHE TOHOHOES!!" Sans shrieked before cackling madly. After a few minutes, he was given a break that caused him to fall limp and start panting.

"Are you happy or do I have to continue?" Blue smiled happily.

"Nononono! I'm good! I'm happy! Y-you can let me up now!" Sans yelped and spoke frantically.

"Mmm... I don't know... I think we might have to get your spine..." Blue frowned. Sans squeaked and started squirming again.

"No no no! Don't you dare! Not the spine!" Sans yelped as he tried to get away.

"Nope. Definately need to get your spine." Blue smirked, shoving his hands under Sans' shirt and started scratching lightly at his spine. Sans shrieked and immediately started laughing like his brother.

"NO! NYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NYAHAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHE SPIHIHIHIHINE!!! PLEHEHEHEHEHASE!! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!!! NYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" Sans cackled and squirmed, unable to do a thing about his torment. It lasted another five muinets before it stopped and his hands were released. He quickly pulled his arms around himself and curled into a ball on his side, panting and still chuckling.

"You good or do I need to carry you to the couch?" Red teased, looking down at the giggling skeleton.

"I... Hate you... Both... Ugh... That was awful..." He painted both Blue and Red laughed.

"You don't hate us! Besides, you feel better now don't you?" Blue smiled.

"Ugh, I hate to admit it... But yes... Thanks, I guess. Where did either of you learn to be that good at that anyway? I mean, Blue, your younger here aren't you? And Red! Your world is all evil!" Sans smirked.

"I, the magnificent Sans, am good at anything I do!" Blue stated firmly. Sans grinned.

"My world may suck, but I am an older brother. Even the boss was a little kid at one point." Red shrugged. Sans smiled and finally got to his feet, sitting down and watching TV with the others for a while. It's always good to have friends to be there for you when you really need it.

[jessysnotcreative]

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Do you kiss all the other girls on the back of their shoulders the way you do me? Are you reminded of how thats my favorite place to be kissed by you? Have you ever kissed a girl there hoping it would mean as much to them as it did to me? All these other girls , do they swallow your words as quick as I swallow pills to stop thinking about you?

You were love to me.

Love.

I wish I could bury our history beneath the Earth and plant flowers in memory of us.

We are nothing now. Ive made myself believe in lies for years now. Ive hurt myself to give you more chances then I can count.

The truth is you do not love me. The truth is you do not care. The truth is, there is no more truth from you.

You build me up to break me down.

If I could love myself the way I love you… I could be different. Kinder. Prettier. Sweet.

You have made me weak, insecure, mean, angry, depressed, dark, dark, dark.

The last time I saw you, you wrapped your arms around me so tightly. So fucking tight. I squeezed and you squeezed harder. We just held eachother.

If only I had died right there… I would of died happy.

Instead I had to watch you leave me for yet another girl. You jumped on the road and left the state.

Left me in a state, a state of nothing short of suicidal. I dont know what to do. Youve left so many times and still I havent figured out how to constantly deal with the loss of you.

You are not mine. You will never be mine. And theres moments where I think about dying because of it. That must mean Im insane.

Im pathetic. Desperately in love with you. And you dont give a damn about me. Why do you come home just to leave me?

I always tell myself you must love me with the way you come flooding back to me every single time. I tell myself it must mean we are special and that we love each other no matter what. I tell myself that you are my love and I will never give up on you because love is all I live for. Love is all I want. And I want it so bad Im willing to risk everything. My happiness. My life. I tell myself that maybe you wont leave this time. I tell myself I can handle it even if you do. But I can not.

I can not keep lying to myself. I can not keep living in the fantasy world I have made for myself. I can not keep picturing my whole life with you.

Its never going to happen. You may never change.

You never make the slightest move to build a future with me. Im an idiot. A fool.

I cant stop thinking about you. I cant stop. I want you so fucking bad. I want all of you with your missing and broken peices. I want all the ups and downs. I want to make you happy. I want to kiss you when youre sad. I want to calm you when yours angry and hold you when youre demons try to drown you. I want to wake up next to you everyday.

I want to feel that feeling that nobody else has ever given me when we kiss. I want it forever.

You dont want me. You dont want any of it. You will replace me and replace me and replace me.

You wont think of me until Im gone. You wont love me. You will never love me.

I cant watch you love somebody else. I just cant. How could you do this to me. How could I do this to myself. How could I have let this betrayal, this hurt, these lies go on for so long. I have to stop. I have to fight this off. Its not worth it anymore. You say I mean everything to you. You say you love me. You say “maybe” you will marry me and take care of me one day.

I dont have any more days to give you. I dont have any strength left to keep hurting myself to try and keep you. I dont have anything. I dont have you.

You dont love me and its time for me to accept it and move on. Its time to stop bleeding. Its time to stop crying. Its time to stop drinking. Its time to stop swallowing. Its time to stop crying at the thought of you.

I want you gone. I want to be myself again one day.

I want you. But you will never want me So its time for me to go. Its time to stop lying to myself. Its time to rebuild. Its time that I stop forgiving you. You do not deserve to be forgiven. You do not deserve to hear my thoughts, my feelings. You dont deserve poems. You dont deserve my love. You dont deserve me.

You wont ever let me go. So I have to leave this time.

I want to hate you. I want to be disgusted at your name instead of hurt. I want to break your bones. I want to shed blood of every girl you left me for. I feel sorry for whoever tries to love you after me because I know that you know it will never be the same as me.

Im not going to let you hurt me anymore. Im going to hate you one day. And youll run into me in the future and feel it. Instead of my face being broken or filled with happiness it will wear disgust and pity and regret.

I will fucking hate you.

[deadstockpoetry]

Journey

Day one he was born incorrectly, Head of black despite blond roots on me, A plump kid with limbs like rolled up sleeping bags, A face only a mother could love and maybe dad, He was frustrating maybe a little too much, Also curious everything needed to be touched, Fell alseep in every single thing he tried to eat, And putting him to bed was never an easy feat, Time turns clockwise he grew up a bit, Into a happy but annoying little piece of shit, His hair shed the dark and now it was platinum blonde, He had hopes dreams and shorts burst of believing in god, Grandparents were never particuparly nice, Which seemed to replicate his less than perfect home life, Mother cared and father maybe a little less, I’d would blame it on his drunk father being depressed, I wouldnt go as far as saying he was never sober, But every day you can guarantee he was a little over, There were fights albeit few and far between, Him and his little sister always extras in the scene, Time flew again so fast you couldn’t see it, Primary school for the young man he couldnt believe it, The first couple years held fond memories, He hopped between schools and days were getting deadly, He grew his hair out parents though it looked great, On second thought that idea was probably a mistake, Almost daily he would be picked on for looking gay, By every person in his class even teachers got into his face, One day felt different there was something wrong, Someone in his class followed him as he walked along, He arrived to greet his little sis, Turned around to leave the classroom to the sight of a fist, First time in his life he was hit in the head, The teachers blew it off and gave them both detention instead, Mum heavily tried to reappeal, His black eye screamed victim but the situation wouldn’t heal, The rest of the time he was circled and made to step inside, They threw food at him and laughed as he began to cry, No one cared and in that time he started to see why, Dad was pessimitic to people at all times, He left that place to a new primary school, And then again when his parents moved to a house with a pool, That place was a dump but so quiet, And in the days he spent in school there he became violent, There were altercations between friends and such, And days where fights would break out over a simple touch, They had to call a counsellor to speak to him, And in that moment he never wanted to harm again, His time at school was always excessively great, Because his house was a circus within a home estate, He learned quickly to hate every drop of alcohol, It was thing ruining his life after all, Christmas day was ruined by dad causing fights, And then the fight came home and escalated for three nights, Family near torn apart divorce was on their trembling lips, Father fought the boy and taught him how to take a hit, Blacked out tired and nearing high school, Father realised how he had been such a fool, Attended AA and met some people who changed his life, His put the drinks away and decided to stay with his wife, Things were fine and life was getting nice again, High school was beginning and soon the boy would be fitting in, Although with crowds he customised to his taste, He stayed around people who hate people but think hes great, He thought the same of the people he truly cared for, And then the small group of four turned into a lot more, There was April, Will, Jackson, Wyatt and Michael, Liam, Meika and another Liam the group was an eyeful, Then came Xaos, Rhedyn, and too many more to even name, We were misfits friends who were friends because others ain’t, Then there was him the pretty boy with the gorgeous eyes, And within seconds his glance would melt the boys insides, The way he smiled and greeted the boy with glee, Come to think about it meeting him was probably his favourite memory, The way that boy made him feel was beyond words, Whenever he spoke it took away every bit of hurt, He kissed the boy with the love of a million lovers, And held his hand with care that him feel like they needed eachother, He means the world to the boy and every single day, He laughs about the memory of being called gay, Because now he absolutely adores this beautiful man, And hopes to hell when he comes back he’ll hold his hand again, Kiss his beautiful lips and watch his smile rise, And maybe it’ll put light back into the boys eyes, One things for sure theres not a lot left in his memory, The truth is this story is about me.