#i could say Anything and nobody would hear much less give a shit

[chiimeramanticore]

i know this is gonna sound unrealistic two days in a row but guess who had Another really bad day today. i didnt wanna ask for asks two days in a row cuz i get them less the more i ask but i really just wanna talk about something fun and i swear ive tried every other option i have and its like a ghost town and idk why. please send asks

[avelera]

Sometimes in genre fiction stories, you’ve got magical characters talking about their magical lives in public or wearing their superhero costumes out in the regular world.

Often times, the magical characters feel they need to hide or whisper about things like magic or immortality or fighting demons or like pretend they’re going to a convention to explain their superhero costume.

These are often lovely and charming scenes but let me be clear:

Nobody in a major city would give a fuck.

Just as one example of many, I was literally in line for a book signing in NYC and a man walked by stark ass naked wearing only body paint and basically after the initial surprise, no one did or said anything about it.

The amount of crazy you encounter on any given day walking around a major city makes you basically immune to surprise or taking any kind of action about weird shit happening around you.

If I heard someone talking about their magical powers next to me at a cafe back when I lived in NYC, I’d assume either 1) they’re rehearsing for a play, 2) playing/discussing D&D, and/or most importantly 3) it’s none of my fucking business.

I’m always curious what exactly people think would actually happen in the real world if a supernatural or magical character was overheard by someone who wasn’t actively hunting them or who wished them harm.

If you overheard a time traveler or an immortal or magical person in general candidly speaking about their life at the table next to you, what would you actually do about it?

Would you call the police?

Tell the whole world you just sat next to a real magical person and your evidence is that you overheard their conversation?

Report them to their nemesis? How would you even find them??

Seriously, besides telling your friends about the weird conversation you overheard at lunch or the strange looking person you saw, what exactly would a normal person do even if they really did overhear someone like a time traveler speaking candidly about their travels for anyone to hear?

I ask because I see so many stories set in a superhero or urban fantasy setting worrying about being NOTICED. Noticed by WHO? With what result?? What do you actually worry is going to happen? What would any average person actually do besides shrug and go back to whatever they were doing?

I’d accept that maybe in a smaller town you could become a topic of conversation and even widespread notice.

But let me assure you, friends, in any major city, no one would fucking notice much less say anything about any level of weird shit they saw. The whole point of a big city is that everyone basically ignores the weird shit happening around them at any given point.

So let the fairies and ghosts and time travelers of your fantasy story relax. If they’re in a big city, they could literally fly around downtown with rainbows shooting out their ass and the only comment they’d probably get is from people wondering what movie is being filmed nearby.

[chuusheartattck]

THAT’S THAT ME ESPRESSO (TTME)

Chapter 26- Nobody knows ☕️

Exhaustion was the only thing on your mind. You’ve been sitting in your studio for an hour staring at your notebook. You were trying to come up with new songs for your album but you hit a road block. You had no inspiration and the only thing that was plaguing your mind was Scaramouche.

What a joke. How dumb you were. He’s still stuck on your mind even after you “cut him off.” Scaramouche must be doing this on purpose.

Maybe you could use this opportunity to vent out the feelings you had towards him?

Ew as if.

The thought quickly went away when you realized you had to write a full length song about him. You sighed in frustration and closed your notebook. Writers block was the worse thing that has ever happened to you.

Well, one of the worse things.

As you were exiting the studio, you opened the door as someone was about to knock. The door accidentally hits them in the face.

“Holy shit I’m so sorry,” You began to say. It was only then you tried looking at the person, and met eye to eye with the man you were just thinking about.

You were more of a psychic than Mona with how much you think about someone and they appear right in front of you.

You slammed the door shut on his face. What the fuck was he doing here? How did he know where to find you?

Thoughts raced through your mind as the door opened again.

Scaramouche has entered the studio.

Your eyes locked and there was a long moment of silence. Neither of you knew what to say. His indigo eyes piercing into yours. He kept hesitating on what to say. His mind was going blank.

“Get out,” You spoke first. It was the only thing you could say at the moment. You might’ve missed his face, his voice, the way he would look at you in moments like these. However, it wasn’t enough to get you to be less upset with him.

“Y/n.”

“Leave.”

“You’re going to hear me out.”

“Hear you out? Seriously? What more do you have to say to me?”

You didn’t give him a chance to respond before you started yelling at him again.

“Honestly, do you think I’m not upset with you? You repeat the same things over and over again. I’m not going to keep putting up with this you know.”

Something inside of him snapped and he raised his voice at you. He’s scolded you before on tiny things but this one was different. He seemed genuinely mad this time.

“Are you kidding me? Don’t put all the blame on me when you flirt with everyone you meet! Don’t act like you don’t do it on purpose! You rub it in my face and wonder why I get disinterested!”

You laughed at this. You don’t know why. Was it because you basically threw everything down the drain? Was it because you knew that what you’re going to say next will most likely change the way he viewed you? You didn’t care anymore. You felt as though this was past the point of no return.

“Did you ever wonder why I did those things to you? Did you ever look back at the context of my actions? It was whenever you acted like you barely knew me. After falling asleep on facetime, the next day you barely even looked at me in the halls whenever you were with your fatui friends.”

You looked down out of embarrassment. You thought it was embarrassing to admit you were like this. You hadn’t realize how deep your feelings were for Scaramouche.

“I fully understand why you did that now. How different you acted around our friends and switched up with those people. I would be friendly with other people to get your attention. It sounds stupid and corny saying it out loud but it was frustrating to deal with. Imagine spending so much time talking to a person and hanging out with them on some occasions with friends. Only to have them pretend you don’t mean anything to them because their other group of friends are assholes.”

It fell silent between you two. Scaramouche didn’t have anything to say. It was mostly out of complete shock at your sudden confession. You didn’t know what else to say because you felt annoying for even bringing this up to him. You didn’t want to seem like a clingy person for telling him all this.

You simply just chalked it up as a final confession before never seeing him again.

Is that really want you want?

You spoke up again, “It’s all in the past now so I’m no longer bothered by it. I guess my excuse now is how do I know you’re into me at all? Things aren’t the same as it was back then. There were some moments where I thought you might’ve felt something for me but it wasn’t enough confirmation. I’m being honest here when I say I had no intentions of ever ending up with Xiao. After the awards show I felt bad that you probably thought we had something going on. I was going to text you but news came out that you were spotted with someone.”

After those last words it became silent again. Another wave of embarrassment fell over you. Why were you telling him all this? You felt stupid for admitting this to him when you don’t even know what you are with him. It was like you were a crazy ex, only you two never actually dated.

Scaramouche took a step towards you. You didn’t step back. You just froze and continued looking at the ground.

“I’m not going to sit here and say you could’ve told me how you felt. It would be hypocritical of me because I know I’m not good at conveying my feelings either,” You heard him mutter.

You looked up at him.

“I guess I’m a bit sorry on how we turned out.”

“You guess? Either you’re sorry or you’re not,” You retorted. “Actually, don’t answer that.”

Your heart rate was increasing. Having a conversation like this with him made you anxious. You don’t know why.

Was it because he can be unpredictable?

“Go out with me.”

You gave him a perplexed look. What was he saying? Why now out of all times?

“What?”

You were so confused. You didn’t think he was being serious.

“If you think like that then go on a date with me.”

Oh, so he’s not being serious. He’s just pitying you.

“I don’t need your pity.”

He took a step closer to you.

“I’m not pitying you. I wanted to forget everything about you after high school,” Scaramouche crosses his arms. “It wasn’t easy. I started dating rumors so I wouldn’t feel bad about the rumors with you and Xiao. It was a shitty thing to do on both our ends.”

He wasn’t wrong. You knew how the media would be with whoever you hung out with. You didn’t care to deny the rumors either.

“I’m only telling you this now because I ended things with Haypasia.”

You raised an eyebrow. What is he blabbering about now?

“Don’t you think you’re being too hasty? It’s not going to look good to anyone if you stopped seeing her and then start going out with me right after. Your fans will defend you to the core but what about me? I’m going to get chewed up and labeled as a home wrecker. I also don’t know if I could do something like this.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, this is hard to deal with and I don’t want the press to make this even harder,” You sighed in exhaustion. “It’ll look better if I gave Xiao a chance don’t you think?”

“Stop bullshitting.”

You hesitated for a moment, “I’m being serious.”

You weren’t being completely honest. You frankly didn’t care how the media would perceive you because you knew your company would take care of it and it would die down in a few weeks. You were just scared. Scared of your feelings towards him and how he’ll deal with them. You didn’t know if he was going to crush you with them.

“Cut the crap. You hesitated before responding. You know you don’t want this. Stop lying to yourself for once.”

You didn’t respond. You only kept staring at his eyes.

His jaw clenched, “Do you think you can erase me like that?”

It sounded painful coming from him.

“I will. You’ve hurt me so much that it won’t take long to forget you. I’ve also hurt you so you should probably move on as well.”

You wanted to throw up after hearing those words come from your mouth. It isn’t what you want. It’s quite the opposite. You knew deep down this isn’t right.

The room was tense, the air thick with unresolved anger. Scaramouche’s eyes softened for a moment, but he quickly masked it with anger. “I don’t want to move on.”

You stood there, both your faces flushed with anger. Suddenly, the air shifted. His eyes flickered to your lips, and before you knew it, you were pulled towards him. Your lips crashed together in a heated kiss, all the pent-up frustration and emotion pouring out.

His hands gripped your waist tightly as he deepened the kiss. It was filled with all the anger, frustration, and unspoken words between the two of you. It was rough and demanding, a collision of emotions that had been held back for too long. Yet underneath it all, there was a desperate need, a plea for understanding and connection.

Your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. The kiss deepened, becoming a dance for passion and fear.

When you two finally broke apart, you both were breathless. Only the heavy panting could be heard.

After realizing what had just transpired, you quickly took a step back. This felt wrong. You two ate each other’s faces after you told him you didn’t want to go out with him.

Scaramouche didn’t look at you, he turned his attention to the floor. Only muttering a simple “sorry” before turning around and leaving.

The door closed and you crouched down on the floor. You have no idea what just happened. You were left only confused. A flurry of emotions were deep inside you but you didn’t know how to react.

How were you supposed to react? Do you tell someone? What does this mean?

It gave you the biggest headache ever thinking about it.

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A/N: Chapter 26!! I told you it was going to have an absurd moment. Tbh this was my first time writing a kissing scene so sorry if it’s lowk corny 😭😭

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Synopsis: You’re a new idol that just debuted under ‘Fontaine Entertainment’ with your new single ‘Espresso.’ You just graduated high school which means all your classmates are shocked to see you into stardom. Including your old situationship, who happens to be an actor.

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[damiansgoodgirll]

Could you write a smutty damian priest x fem!reader where he LOVES to leave hickeies on her? He loves to show her off! He leaves a big one her after another superstar(I'm thinking la knight) flirts with her and he wants to really make his territory:)

damian priest x reader

‼️smut baby, smut + reader has no shame at all (that could never be me)

likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated!

mine, all mine

“what did you said? uh? i didn’t hear you” damian teased you while two of his fingers were pumping in and out of you.

“oh fuck…” you moaned, not able to answer him properly “i said…don’t leave any marks on me, please”

“and why not?” he smirked, curling his fingers inside of you.

“my costume…it will reveal too much…” you weren’t able to focus anymore on anything he was saying.

he smiled before attacking his lips to your neck “good…”

in all honesty, you didn’t care about marks and hickeys showing, in fact, you loved when damian marked you. you just didn’t want to have marks where in less than 24 hours you had a live event to attend, the one where families would be there with their kids and you, being a lovely babyface, had to behave like one.

meaning you had to stop and greet all the kids present at the event. you loved it, of course, you just didn’t want marks to show on that day, especially with kids being involved.

“damian please…i’m serious, no marks tonight…”

damian knew that tone and he knew you were serious.

“what if i mark you where people can’t see it?” he proposed.

“then what’s the fun part of showing the world who i belong to?” you teased him back.

“love, you are not helping tho…” he chuckled “but…not the whole world has to see this, just one person i have in mind…”

“who?” you asked.

“you know who…”

“damian” you laughed a little but stopped when you saw he was being serious “you know he doesn’t think of me like that, do you?”

“then why does he keep flirting with you? i don’t understand, i absolutely despise la knight for even thinking he could get with my woman…so please, let me show him who do you belong to” he teased you with his thumb over your clit “he will never see you like this, naked and panting for me, all for me…”

damian wasn’t stupid. he knew la knight had a crush for you. he couldn’t deny he enjoyed it seeing him so desperate to have his way with you but at the same time he couldn’t handle the possibility of seeing you with another man. he loved you and he knew you loved him too, but he had insecurities too and his biggest fear was to lose you.

so he had to mask all of those insecurities behind the bad boy mask.

“i’m yours damian…but please, no marks, please baby” you were serious. damian knew better to piss you off. he knew you took your job seriously and he didn’t want to upset you.

“i’ll see what i can do…” he smiled before moving his lips around your nipples. he teased them, giving them equal attention. he took his time with you, his fingers slowed down a little, his thumb circling your clit while his teeth were biting into the skin of your breast.

“oh shit…damian please…” you didn’t know what you were begging for.

“you like that uh? my little brat likes being treated like that” his teeth around your nipple, making you jump a little.

you knew hickeys were going to show up all over your boobs but honestly you didn’t mind. as you told damian before - places nobody would be able to see.

his lips moved over your thighs, your most sensitive part. he gently kissed your skin, moving from thigh to thigh, giving them the same amount of love.

“patience my love…” he saw you squirming under his touch. the sight of you naked was almost enough to make him cum right on the spot “let me taste that sweet pussy please” he said, leaving kisses over your clit, teasing you and making you even wetter.

you couldn’t handle his teasing no more “please damian, i need it” a single tear fell from your eye.

damian loved to tease and play with you but not tonight. he knew about the hard week you had and the fact that you had to leave wednesday for a live event while he had to stay at home was making the little time you had together even more special.

he took one minute to just admire you.

to admire the work of art over your breast.

your nipples red and the skin around them turning into a light purple colour. he was proud of himself but he knew the job wasn’t finished yet.

“tell me if it gets to much okay? i want you to enjoy it…”

“okay papi” you teased making him chuckle.

“oh shut up” he laughed before attaching his lips to your clit. your hips buckled into his mouth from the stimulation and he had to circle your chest with his muscular arm to make you stop moving.

“oh shit damian…right there please” you moaned when you felt his fingers moving again inside of you.

“you taste so fucking sweet mi amor” he whispered into your pussy, making you vibrate and shake under his body “you’re so beautiful princesa, naked and crying for me, i want to show the world how pretty you are” he said curling his fingers to that sweet spot you love.

“oh fuck do it again…”

“yeah?” he curled his fingers again “like that?” he looked at you like you were his prey. you nodded, non trusting your words enough but damian was satisfied with your answer.

you felt his hand moving from your hips to your thighs, his palm resting on your left one before he gently lifted your leg over his shoulder. the new position made you feel things you never felt before.

“oh fuck fuck - shit” you moaned, more tears streaming down your face.

“is it okay mi amor?”

“yes fuck - more than okay…” he smiled.

“i’ll give you something else to scream for…” you whined at the lack of attention when he removed his fingers from you. his tip slowly teased your entrance, collecting your juices and gently pushing in “you were made for me mi amor…”

“right there please damian…fuck” you were heaven for him. your eyes closed, mouth open, tears streaming down your face, your hands and nails leaving marks into his back while he was slowly pounding into you, teasing you and making you feel all of his glory.

his hand went back to your thigh, holding it like his life depended on it. he loved every minute of that action “i can feel you’re close mi amor, come for me…”

“i need you to go faster please…” you gently asked him like he told you to and he happily obliged, hitting that spot faster and harder “damian fuck…” his movements were enough to make you cum on the spot.

he couldn’t keep it any longer and he spilled himself into you. what a sight seeing his cum coming out of you.

“fuck…you’re so beautiful, let me take a picture…” and he took a few pictures. the first one was you with open legs and his cum dripping from your pussy, the second one were your tits covered in a big purple bruise, your nipples still hard from the stimulation and the third one was you, your face, eyes closed and tears on your cheeks “these are my new favourite pictures” he said making you laugh.

when you came down from your high, you slightly move to sit on the bed and in that moment you saw red marks and hickeys everywhere. you didn’t mind your tits that much but the one on your thigh was huge “damian…”

“what? i didn’t leave any visible marks” he smiled looking at the pictures.

“this one…”

“no one has to see your thighs” he smirked.

“shit it’s huge…i will have to wear long pants”

“it’s a family show anyway, kids won’t be looking at your ass, dads will but i’m pretty sure it’s clear who you belong to…” he smirked at you, you joked punching his arm.

“what are you gonna do with the pictures?” you asked him. it wasn’t nothing new for you to take pictures of yourselves after or in the middle of sex, but you saw damian opening the chat with a specific person “damian?”

“he has to see who do you belong to” he smirked.

you honestly didn’t mind, in fact, it made you proud seeing damian so proud of it. so you agreed with him to send the pictures to la knight.

“he can watch but he can’t have you…” he said before pressing send.

mine, all mine he wrote before sending the pictures do la knight.

so, while la knight was shocked and terrified by damian at the same time, you were happily asleep in his big arms.

[faiell]

yapping about fics and commenting

sorry to yap but work is boring today and tumblr isn't blocked on my work computer LOL

ok it's abt that post where the writer friend stopped writing because they weren't getting the comments/kudos they wanted.

i'm like. an overeager fandom person. like i cannot get into a fandom without wanting to meet new people and make friends. i love yapping about whatever silly gay idiots i'm hyperfixating over. i'm all about community, and sharing the joy of fandom, and all that fun positive stuff.

i don't post my art for stats but like. that means nothing coming from me tbh. i get stats. i can't accurately predict what would happen if i stopped getting notes on my art, but i would probably keep drawing and keep posting, just maybe less confidently, and less often. i recognize that stats make it much easier and while it’s not my primary motivation, it definitely motivates me to keep posting.

and yet. for years, i never commented on fic. i think i left kudos? and i saw posts like this all the time about how writers were so sad they didn't get comments. and i would feel super guilty about it all the time. but i still wouldn't do it! it sounds stupid, but i would feel pressured. if i liked a fic a lot, it felt even more difficult to comment, because i thought i would have to somehow give back to the author everything that fic gave to me. i wanted to craft the perfect comment that could perfectly encapsulate everything a fic made me feel. and that was way too much pressure so i would just not say anything.

when i got into drarry, i started reading a shit ton of fic. and i still wouldn't comment. i left maybe... 2 or 3 comments, maybe, i think. i can't remember. but i had a lot to say and i WANTED the writers to hear that i had read it and liked it. i just... didn't comment! u know what i did instead? i just fucking straight up DM'd writers on discord and started gushing to them that i liked their fic. somehow i was confident enough to do that, but writing a comment still felt like too much pressure. ?? i don't understand it either, but in my head it felt like a writing assignment, but when I was in DMs it felt more like a conversation and so there wasn't any pressure to make it "good"? idk!! it's very weird.

then i wrote and posted my first complete fic. just a oneshot, nothing special, and i was like. UNREASONABLY nervous about posting it. like. i am a confident person, okay? i was going to make a burner AO3 account and post it under a different name so nobody would know it was me, and then never mention it to anyone except MAYBE super close friends. i got talked out of doing that (thanks i feel a bit silly about considering that now). and then i received my first comment on it, which was basically a two-liner where someone said they liked it and thanked me for writing it.

and i was like. ??...?????? ???????? ...??!!! because i felt like... uncontainable glee? i was freakishly happy. the amount of serotonin those two sentences gave me was definitely unnatural.

is that healthy? idk. will it continue? idk. LOL. i hope so? but idk, some people said it wears off if you write/post for a while. but whatever, the fact that one little comment like that could make my entire day blew my mind. tbh i thought writers were just exaggerating when they said stuff like that.

ever since then i started leaving comments! that shit's easy! like what was i overthinking for? i'm such a fucking tryhard! all i gotta say is that i liked it, and even the bare minimum can bring lots of joy to someone.

so basically what im trying to say is that negative reinforcement doesn't do shit!! it just makes people feel bad about themselves. that post is nasty for guilt-tripping readers like that, and i bet you it's going to have the opposite effect (or no effect tbh).

YAPPING FINISHED. for now.

[postmortemnivis]

"why're you here?"

you never knew much about javier peña. 

his voice was always sharp anytime you tried to ask for something about him, and you felt so pathetic each time he’d snap at you after your sweet toned questions. you’d tried to tell yourself that maybe he was just shy or reserved, but you knew too well he wasn’t either of the two.

what you did know for a fact was that he would never call before 11, he’d never talk much about himself—whether it was his personal life or his family—and he didn’t care how long he’d been ignoring you; he’d still call without shame, and then he knew how to hit all your right spots.

“hello?”

it had been almost three weeks since you had last seen javier. at first you felt bad, mostly about yourself, you knew the way you were letting him treat you was shit, but then you started missing him. how pathetic of you, you repeated to yourself any time your mind would linger on him for too long. he could sweet talk you into murder.

“¿cariño?” a husky voice asked. 

you checked the time on your watch, but you knew who it could be. it was twelve minutes before midnight, right on the spot. 

“yes?” you sighed into the phone, holding it tighter, scared you would break it. 

“why’re you still up?” javier asked, and you could hear him inhale from his cigarette. that you knew, that he would always be seen with a cigarette between his lips. maybe that’s what you missed about him: the smell of smoke, whiskey and something woody that you couldn't get your head around.

you were pretty sure that your craving, your depency, your addiction-like to him was caused by all the cigarettes he’d smoke around you, you’d grown addicted to them too, therefore, to him. knowing the man as much as you did, he could’ve done that on purpose.

“what if you woke me up?” you asked back. was being smart a good idea? with peña, probably not.

not as if you had been waiting days for this call. 

he coldly chuckled. “i saw a light in your apartment still on about ten minutes ago.”

“you were under my apartment ten minutes ago?”

“ajá,” he said, exhaling now, “drove past it and stopped for a while.”

“for a while?” you sporadically would glance at the street outside during the dark hours: when living in medellín, it was best to keep your mouth shut and eyes closed, better not to see anything that could cause you troubles. 

“more or less forty minutes.”

“what’d you do for forty minutes under my apartment?” you walked to the big windows in your living room, which overlooked the street. moving the curtain with your fingers, you checked the silent and empty street. nobody to be seen. 

“lookin’,” javier inhaled again, “at you. what i could see, your silhouette from the curtains. always told you that place didn’t give you any privacy.”

“why didn’t you come up and say hi?” you asked. 

were you… teasing him? how pathetic of you, you thought. 

the man sighed. “want me to come up and say hi?”

“well,” you sat on the couch, “you haven’t talked to me in three weeks, that would be nice.”

“three weeks, already?”

“time flies when you’re having fun.” you almost snapped. that would make him win the little stupid game he was playing. you took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself. you brought both of your knees under your chin as you leaned on the backrest. deep breaths. 

“i’ll come over now then.” he said. 

“i’m going to bed now,” you tried to stop him, playing disinterested, but you could hear the hesitation in your voice yourself, “maybe another time?”

“i’m already dressed, nena.” he said and before you could complain again, he hung up. 

it was after ten minutes, the time that took from his place to yours, that you heard a knock on the front door . 

“cariño.” javier peña greeted as you opened the door. he was leaning his shoulder on the doorframe, arms crossed. how cliché of him. 

“javier.” you crossed your arms over your chest, imitating him. 

he stared down at you for a brief second before you realized, the worn out dark grey shirt you were wearing was his. it was too big on you, reached almost halfway through your thighs, just below your ass so the curve was still visible, and he wondered if you were wearing anything underneath. he hoped for those cute light pink panties, the ones with a hole on the side from him pulling the lace down too harshly once, the last time you two saw each other. 

“you left it here, after a week of no reclaiming it becomes mine.” you said, trying to defend yourself as he stepped into your apartment, and you closed the door, locking it. 

“i don’t care, quédatelo.” he breathed, sinking into your couch, not even bothering to remove his shoes or his jeans jacket. 

you stared at him as he took his gun out of the back of his jeans and placed it on your coffee table along with his badge. 

“what, aren’t you gonna ask me if i want anything to drink?” javier smirked. 

you rolled your eyes before making your way into the kitchen. “want something to drink?”

“no,” he said from the living room, but you could hear his grin “i wouldn’t want you to feel constrained.”

you walked back to the living room, rolling your eyes once more.

“javier, listen-”

“javi,” he interrupted you, his dark brown eyes not leaving yours, “not javier. go on, nena.”

you looked at him, he was waiting for you to keep talking as he got himself comfortable, spreading his legs open like the whore he was. he knew your eyes would linger on the bulge in his jeans for one second too long. 

“javi,” you sighed, and the texan nodded. it wasn’t like you never called him javi, but now he was on your nerves, or at least you had to pretend he was, “you can’t keep doing this…”

“what?” he asked, his arms on the headrest of the couch, finally comfortable. 

“this.” you waved your hands in the air. “you’ve been ignoring me for weeks, almost a full month.”

“i’ve been busy.” he said, before adding, “with work.”

you rolled your eyes. you’ve known him for months and he always used that excuse. sure, trying to catch the most dangerous narcoterrorist drug lord in the world did take away a lot of his time, but one call?

“you know it keeps me busy, cariño.” he sighed, and you thought he was trying to convince himself more than you. 

“i don’t believe it.”

he raised both his eyebrows, tilting his head slightly lower. “no?”

“no.” you spat, crossing your arms in front of him. “i don’t believe you’ve been busy for three whole weeks, day and night.”

“i was away too,” he said, getting up from the couch and walking closer to you, “they sent me to chile for a while.”

“and they don’t have phones there?” you asked as he softly took you by your elbows and drew you closer. 

he didn’t reply. 

“bizarre, i thought you remembered my number since you’ve called me multiple times from pay phones.”

he sighed again, his face closer to yours. “i’m sorry nena, i really am.”

“for…? disappearing from my life every two months?”

he shook his head. “no… actually yes.”

his big hands grazed your hips, slowly sliding on your soft skin, underneath the hem of the shirt. 

“either yes or no, peña.”

he nodded. “yes, i’m sorry. perdóname.”

you shook your head. “not so easily.”

he tilted his head to the side, like an animal seeing something unfamiliar for the first time. 

“it’s honestly… exhausting having to put up with you, you know?”

he nodded, chuckling as you put little force into trying to push his chest away.

“exhausting…” he repeated on your lips and you nodded, your arms wrapping around his neck instinctively, “now, now.”

“extremely.” you nodded, biting back a smirk. 

“i can imagine…” his lips brushed over your jaw, his tone still teasing and unserious. he never took his actions seriously, at least not with you. he was a beast outside your apartment, one of the most dreaded dea agents there were, but with you—it was different, he’d return to his almost boyish personality. he needed someone he could be himself with, his old calm and immature self. 

“i’m so serious this once, peña.” you muttered, your eyes looking at the ceiling as he started kissing your neck, your fingers resting on the base of the back of his neck, twirling the ends of his hair.

“oh, i know you are, cariño, i know how serious you are.” javier breathed on your neck as he lazily kissed it up and down.

you sighed again. you knew how serious you were. 

“javi…” you sighed. 

“mhm?”

“why're you here?” you asked, looking anywhere but into his eyes

he stopped and took your chin in his hand. “mírame.”

in the months you had spent together–and not–you had learned to recognize and understand most of the phrases of spanish he usually muttered to himself, picking them up. pride and joy were displayed on his face anytime you’d tried to repeat something yourself, even if you got some pronunciations or verbs wrong, he'd praise you as if you had just given a speech on micromedicine or astrophysics.

that was what fucked your mind, he made you feel so special.

“why are you here, javi?” you asked again.

“can’t i see my favorite girl anymore?”

you rolled your eyes. what about the other girls? you bit your tongue from asking. 

“you don’t bother to call but now you want to see me?” your eyes looked up into his, looking for some answer behind them. 

he shrugged. “i know you think i’m an asshole.”

“oh, i know you are, believe me, i know.”

he rolled his eyes. 

“cmon i wanna make it up to you cariño.” javier’s voice was as confident as always, he knew he had you in the palm of his hand, you’d do anything, you’d listen. 

“mh, how?”

“i’ve got a few ideas in mind…” he grinned. 

you shook you head. “nah-uh.”

“nah-uh?” he asked, tilting his head to the side once again as his brows furrowed. 

“no.” you remarked, “i’m not one of your prostitutes, javi. you can’t just… fuck me and leave me like a doll, y’know?”

“you sure do look like one-”

one of his whores or a doll? you’d ask that later. 

“save it.” you bit back a grin. 

“can’t compliment you anymore?” he raised an eyebrow, a smirk crawling upon his face.

you shook your head, placing your hands on his broad chest. “i’m not something you can use and toss, you know? it hurts me. you hurt me.”

his cold heart, that usually barely cared about himself, let alone other people, seemed to miss a beat. 

javier knew he hurt you, how he was hurting you and how’d he hurt you. he knew he was a selfish person, so selfish he didn’t even care about himself. was it fear of commitment? his incapability to love? he could fool you and everyone else but he could not fool himself. he just didn’t care enough. 

“i’m sorry nena.”

“are you?” you placed your hands on your hips, “are you, really?”

“you know i am.”

bullshit. deep down you both knew it was bullshit. 

“mhm…” you hummed. “i just feel-”

“im sorry.” javi repeated, “you know it hurts me too to stay away from you.”

“does it, now?”

he sighed. “it… does.”

“doesn’t look like it.” you comment. 

“well, im sorry i don’t cry if you don’t call me every other hour.”

“hypocrite.” you spit. 

javier peña was a man of patience, he liked to think of himself as one, but really his temper and anger often took over him. with you, it was different, you rarely poked a reaction out of him. you knew javi as a calm and charming man, not the irascible, short tempered boy he was still inside. 

“what?”

“you heard me.” you look up at him as you finally distance your bodies. “a goddamn hypocrite, that’s what you are, javier. you can’t treat me like this!”

“i’m not treating you-” he attempted to defend himself before one of your neighbours yelled something through the walls. 

cállense todos! 

it was after midnight, and you couldn’t blame them. 

“you treat me like one of the whores you can call up anytime you feel like fucking.”

“i don’t do that.”

“last time i saw you, and the one before that and the one before that too.”

“don’t talk like i'm holding you prisoner.” javier remarked, trying to keep his voice down this time. “you can ignore my calls if you feel that way.”

“oh, you’d love that, wouldn’t you?” you took a step closer to him, an accusatory finger pointing at him, “so i’m out of your hair for good.”

“yeah, do that, one problem less.” he rolled his eyes.

he pinched the bridge of his nose as his other hand went to rest on his as your eyes started watering. 

“you know- you know i care about you.”

you shook your head, walking to your bedroom. 

he sighed, following you. “nena, you know i care about you. deeply.”

“why’d you never say that before then?” your red eyes studied his.

“i did.” javier replied, “i’ve told you. i’ve told you i love you, for christ’s sake.”

“grunting you love me when you’re balls deep inside of me doesn’t count as a love confession, javier.” you pointed out as you sat on your bed, sinking in the comfort of his scent mixed to your perfume that lingered everywhere in the apartment. 

“i’ve…” the mexican seemed at loss of words, his usually know-it-all demeanour falling down, “doesn’t that count as love?”

you didn’t laugh at his attempt to lighten the mood. “no.”

“i’ve showed you i love you-”

“we talked about it, everytime i try to talk to you about this, us, you brush me off.”

“no need to label-”

“bullshit!” you cried out, more tears pouring down your cheeks like a mountain stream, warmer and saltier. “fuckin’ bullshit, javi… you break my heart every fucking time you walk out of that goddamn door, and i’m left in the puddle of confused emotions you leave me in. sometimes i feel like i'm drowning in it, and i feel so damn pathetic every time you call me up, saying you missed me and all that shit, so pathetic because every time i let you back in my life.”

“done crying?” if looks could kill, he’d be long dead, but luckily for him your eyes alone can’t cause a satellite to crash him. 

“when you stop being an asshole, yeah.” you sniffle. 

“again,” he murmurs, caressing your cheek, “i’m sorry cariño. really sorry.”

he knew you wouldn’t believe him, sorrys weren’t what you wanted. you knew it better than him.

you also knew that arguing was pointless, you had just said it yourself, no matter what you’d let him slip away and right back into your life.

you sighed as he rested his arms at your sides and kneeled in front of you. “i do love you.”

“god,” you sniffled, dramatically rolling your eyes, “didn’t mean to cry.”

he wiped your tears away with his thumbs as his hands cupped your cheeks. 

“shit.” you hissed, wiping the mascara off your cheeks, hoping the stains wouldn’t make you look like a raccoon. 

but javi didn't seem to care, ever the gentleman. 

“lay down with me, nena, mh?” his voice, now soft, asked, and you reluctantly let your shoulders fall onto the mattress. 

“you should’ve listened to me,” you croaked as he lay down on his side next to you, “shouldn’t have come here.”

“i should listen to you more, eh?” javier tried to cheer up. 

“why are you like this?” thousands of doubts flooded your mind. were you not lovable, not pretty or funny enough? was it because your laugh was always a little too loud and your crying face not as cinematographic as other girls? maybe it was the way you never seemed to quite catch the right note of your favourite song or that you’d lose all your femininity when you watched fútbol games with him? perhaps your scranky spanish? no, it wasn’t you. javier perfectly knew it wasn’t you.

“i often ask myself that question, nena.”

“mhm, me too.” you rolled your eyes as he caressed your cheek.

“let’s just sleep it off, ¿vale?” javi whispered, brushing a lock of hair out of your eyes.

you sighed, opening your mouth and immediately deciding it’d be better not to ask.

“what is it?”

defeated, you regained some hope. “will you be better in the morning?”

a childish, foolish, naïve and unnecessary question. you both knew he wouldn't.

“of course.” he answered anyway, that liar.

he kissed your head and engulfed you in his big and strong arms as you two laid down on your bed, your back pressed into his chest.how pathetic of you.

[c0la-queen]

You | Tord x Reader

Here we go! I'm sorry if this isn't my normal quality, I wrote it while fighting off a headache... but also, I wanted to be a little silly! Because these are silly guys! I hope you enjoy the slight cliffhanger I left it on, hehe! Mwah, mwah!

Warnings: Tord is a bit of a weirdo, stalking behavior, obsession, Tord is 100% making assumptions about you and your personality, love this little freak <3

Words: 1.5k

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Being a quiet person is not always an easy thing.

Some people would think it was. You never have to worry about saying the wrong thing. There were less chances of you offending anyone from your words.

Or, some people think the opposite. "I could never handle being so quiet" they say. It must be a headache to be around so much noise.

And… they were right, in Tord's opinion. It was nice to not have to get stuck in awkward conversations. He had the added bonus of being intimidating, so people eventually got the hint and stopped trying to talk to him. However, he also had to keep enough Advil on hand to tranquilize a small horse, considering he decided to live with the three loudest motherfuckers on the planet. Pros and cons, and such.

There were times when it proved to be nice, though.

Like right now.

The odd occasions where he had the day to himself. Tom and Matt were at work, Edd was visiting his parents, so that left Tord to his lonesome. What a great day.

As much as he would have liked to spend the whole day in the house, he couldn't. He needed to go grocery shopping - the fridge looked abysmal. At least it was warm and sunny outside. Still, he dragged his feet. He really didn't want to go to the store.

Ugh.

He was the son of the Red Leader. He had seen much worse shit. He had killed men in cold blood without batting an eye. He was not going to be bested by the looming possibility of social interaction.

…maybe he needed therapy?

…

Nah.

--

If Tord ever managed to invent a time machine, the first thing he was going to do was find the person who developed wireless earbuds and give them a kiss.

Being an intimidating looking person was a great way to ward off unwanted conversations. But there were always people who had no sense of self preservation and chose to try and talk to him anyway. Wearing earbuds while he was out helped with that. Nobody was stupid enough to try and deliberately get him to take his earbuds off. (Except Edd and Matt, but they know that they'll get away with it.)

The basket handle on his arm was starting to dig into his arm as he stood in front of the pasta aisle, watching his pet idiots (roommates) argue on the group chat over what type of noodles to get. Edd wanted Ziti, Tom wanted Angel Hair, and Matt wanted Bowtie… for some reason.

Tord was busy calculating the risk vs. reward of banging his head against the shelf until he bled out of his ears when it happened.

You happened.

Through his music, he heard the sound of laughing and giggling. He glanced to the side, expecting a gaggle of obnoxious, immature 20-something year olds with the sole purpose of ruining everyone else's relaxing shopping experience. And that's mostly what it was. But, standing in the middle of them was you.

Hello, you.

You were laughing, just like the others. But not the fake laughter of conformity - no, it was real, genuine laughter. Tord didn't think he had heard anything so beautiful. He even paused his music just so he could hear it in its pure form.

The more he looked, the more he saw of you. You were like the sun, so golden and bright compared to these others you were standing with. He could tell you weren't like them, he could tell you weren't using some made up personality to try and fit in.

What the hell were you doing with people like that?

Then, you were moving. Your little group had apparently decided the joke wasn't funny anymore, so you were moving on. Disappearing into the next aisle. Disappearing from his life.

Tord threw a couple boxes of noodles into the basket without even looking at it, shoving his phone back in his hoodie pocket and moving on to the next aisle. He pretended to deliberate over what brand of laundry detergent to get as he subtly watched your group at the other end of the aisle. He was able to get a better look at you.

You were wearing a brightly colored cardigan, wool by the looks of it, that perfectly matched the colors of your earrings and purse. You liked to coordinate your outfits. You had on a little skirt that teased just enough of your thighs to draw attention without being slutty, but you also had black tights on. You liked to look attractive while still feeling like you were being modest. Your earrings and the clip in your hair looked like they had been bought from the girls' department store in the mall right across from Matt's store, that was always playing mind numbing pop songs and had unicorns everywhere. You liked cutesy, almost juvenile things.

Tord wanted to know more. He wanted to know everything about you.

--

A peaceful day all to his lonesome where he would force himself to get groceries before wasting the day away on the couch quickly shifted - now, he was spending the rest of the afternoon with you.

Well, almost.

You and your friends were walking around town, enjoying the warmth and dipping into any stores that caught your attention. Tord was also walking around town, a good distance behind your group, enjoying your warmth and drinking in every detail he could get.

And he had learned plenty.

He had no idea why you were friends with these people. From what he could tell, you were stifled in this group. They would talk over you, ignore things that you pointed out, refuse to go to stores that you wanted to go to, tease and taunt you, and walk ahead of you. Despite it all, you always kept a smile. You kept shining, kept illuminating the area around you.

They don't deserve your light.

Oh, but you knew that, didn't you? You knew, but you were so sweet and gracious that you gave it to them anyway. Maybe if you shone bright enough, warmed their skin enough, they would finally give you attention.

Tord would give you that attention. He already was, and you weren't even giving him your sunlight.

And he never would ask you to.

No, your sunlight was going to be a gift that he had to earn. It would be a blessing that he was going to work hard to have bestowed upon him.

He would never exploit you.

Like they did.

--

Tord slipped into the coffee shop, running a hand through his hair. The warm weather was causing a light amount of sweat to gather on his skin.

He pretended to look across the overfilled menu, taking in the names of all the absurd drinks available. He already knew what he was going to get.

"Hi, welcome in! What can I get started for you today, sir?"

The barista was smiling at him too much. Her eyes drifted down his chest, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth. Her pupils her dilated. She was checking him out.

Not that he cared. On an objective standard, she was pretty. But she didn't shine. She wasn't sunlight. She didn't brighten up the entire room just with her smile. She didn't make the birds sing by just looking in his direction.

She wasn't you.

"Iced Americano."

"Will that be all for you? We have a whole menu of signature flavors. I'd recommend-"

"Just an Americano."

The barista blinked in surprise when he cut her off. Typical. A pretty person with a shallow mind that couldn't comprehend the idea of a person not being interested in them. She huffed softly before ringing him up and telling him his total.

He paid, then turned to go sit and wait for his order to be made. He didn't get very far, though, before he almost ran into someone.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry! I totally wasn't looking where I was going!"

It was you.

You were talking to him.

You were looking at him.

You were so warm.

"It's fine."

As Tord fled like a fucking coward, you gave him a sweet smile. You smiled at him. And he just walked away. Asgardians above, his father would have been so disappointed in him.

His phone buzzed in his pocket as he sat at a window table, watching your friends snicker at the coffee shop mascot.

"Mate, you've been out shopping for like 4 hours. Where are you?"

Edd's voice drifted out from his phone speaker as Tord pressed the screen to his cheek.

"Something came up."

"Did you get the bowtie noodles? Did you? Tord?"

There was a muffled 'Matt, get off me' and some shuffling fabric before Edd's voice returned.

"The fuck do you mean something came up?"

Tord glared at the boy you were talking to, watching you give him an adorable pout. Oh, the things Tord would do to you.

"I found the perfect girl for us."

[vampkats]

More than friends, less than lovers

( Red is Bakugo, blue is y/n)

★

★

It was about 19:15- Bakugo was laying on his bed in his dorm when you barged in.

"..Hurry up, idiot." To your surprise, he didn't yell this time. "Alright."

You closed the door and quickly got under the covers next to him. (Same thing again..) You thought. You and Bakugo weren't exactly really friendly towards each other but you had a deal. Whenever someone wasn't feeling alright you would either cuddle or spar- depending on the emotions and the mood. You don't know how it came to that but you clearly didn't mind because of your crush on him.

You were cuddled up next to him and he wrapped his arm around you.

"I missed you." you said softly.

Bakugo was quiet, he didn't say anything although it seemed like he was gonna say something. Suddenly, he wrapped both his arms around you and pulled your body towards his.

...

Everything was quiet and peaceful until he muttered something under his breath. You couldn't hear what he said but you weren't going to ask either, not wanting him to blow you up...

After some time you moved your head slightly and looked at his clock. (Great, it's 19:54..I wonder how long we will keep doing this for..)

Bakugo let out a loud sigh and moved closer to you, pressing his face against the side of your neck.

You suddenly thought of something..

(I hope he doesn't blow me up if I ask.)

It was completely silent except for Bakugos and yours breathing for a few minutes and then you got the courage to ask him..

"Bakugo..what are we?"

Silence.

...

He continued to hold you tightly against himself before he let out an annoyed groan.

"What the hell do you mean "What are we?!" It's obvious, we're friends, nothing more! God..why do you have to go and make things weird?!

(I thought this was already weird as it is.) "...right. Sorry."

"For fucks sake, I was obviously being sarcastic!! You moron.."

(Bakugo, being sarcastic about something like this?? Well..I guess there's a first for everything)

He was holding you even tighter to the point that it started to hurt slightly but you really didn't care.

"Then what are we??"

He moved his head from it's position against your neck and looked up at you.

He was staring in your eyes, looking annoyed. You could hear the annoyance in his voice as he spoke.

"Is this really what you want to be talking about?! Right fucking now?!"

"If we won't talk about it now then when?"

"What's there to talk about?! We are more than friends that's for sure...we're practically dating, alright??"

You were confused. When did you agree to this? "Um..I guess so.. Then do you want to date? Like..for real." Your tone was slightly awkward due to not expecting this..you weren't prepared.

Bakugo moved his head again to its original position against your neck.

"I'll be honest, I do have some shitty feelings for you but I don't think I can do all that lovey dovey romantic crap. I'm focusing on being a hero and if you want me to give you a chance then don't be like those damned girls. So fucking clingy and all that shit. I'm not doing any of that."

"I'm not the most romantic person either so you don't have to worry about that."

You hear him mutter "Nobody said I was fucking worrying about it..." and you chuckle.

"I guess..we are a thing now?" you asked, slightly unsure.

"Of fucking course we are."

(Why's he always swearing so much..) You asked yourself, lost in thought when suddenly you looked at the clock again.

(Crap.. it's 20:25)

"Bakugo..I have to go to my dorm. It's getting late and I don't want you to miss your 'beauty sleep'." You joked slightly but Bakugo didn't seem to like it.

He gritted his teeth and let go of you, turning away from you. "You're an idiot! Just go already." ... "Fucking extra.." He mumbled.

You got up and went to the door, opening it and then you heard Bakugo say quietly "Night."

"Good night to you too, grandpa."

Oh he's mad now. You know he doesn't like it when you or anyone makes fun of his sleep schedule but you just can't help yourself.

"Don't compare me to a grandpa you fucking moron!"

"Hey hey, be quiet you're gonna wake everyone. ..Night Baku."

He huffed, he hated that nickname.. He turned back over just as you left.

...it was quiet, just Bakugo and his thoughts. He hated it, he hated you. He hated how much he loved you but he couldn't help himself. You were so pretty, loyal, honest and strong in your own way. You make him crazy, don't you know that?

He turned over onto his back and stared up at the ceiling. He groaned and put his hands behind his head. He looked over at the clock, it was 20:32 as he closed his eyes and went off to sleep thinking of you.

★

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AAA THIS WAS MY FIRST SHORT STORY OR WHATEVER IT'S CALLED I HOPE Y'ALL LIKE IT<3 (Sorry for bad grammar, if there is any. English isn't my first language)

[oogaboogaspookyman]

@sm-baby

I COULD BE HAPPY WITH SOMEONE NEW BUT MY HEART ACHES

[JUST FOR YOU]

It's been a while, hasn't it?

The office door creaks open

"Heya Pom! Brought back the paper i asked you yesterday?" Jax sounded so cheery. So happy while you just sat there on the chair like a drunkard... Well he's not a romance guy, of course he would be happy on his own. Damn rabbit.

"Not a word? What, still miss Sir Dentures?" He chuckles. He doesn't stop chuckling. What a clown... Thinks the jester. Ironic.

"Hm..."

His smile fades into a sincere frown.

Sigh

"Look here, Pom... It was necessary. He's free, paid for restoring us, we're all good now. No more murder and i got my nice charming scarf back and my favorite brushes, i'm the cool art teacher again!"

"So turn the dumb frown upside down aaaand please give me the paper i asked you? Please and thank you?"

"You're not a romance guy, of course you're fine. [___]hole..."

...

Oh...

"Oh for the love of- the censor is still here?! God darn it, i wanna say the f word for once! I loved doing that!"

You grip onto the table until it began to crack at the memory of him. Him, him, him. That stupid fucking human.

"Pom you may wanna lay off the grip there, i paid a lot for tha-"

A chunk is crushed. Like paper.

...

"Ah..."

Pomni lets go, revealing the chokehold put on the table left a permanent mark.

"Did ya dissociate again? I spoke well 'n clear, i paid a lot for that one!"

"Suck me, rabbit, you can get your s[__]t yourself" Pomni gets up and storms off from the office with no more words.

"Eh... Christ she's not okay..." Jax sighs

"Wonder if things coulda been better?"

Nobody helps at all.

Gangle offered to distract her, have a play, but Pomni wasn't in the mood.

Zooble offered a smoke but she didn't wanna try that kind of stuff.

Bubble is too much of an agent of chaos to give a shit, offered to commit "one (1) arson".

Kinger is just too far gone in his dementia, lucid when it was fucking funny and nothing more...

Nobody helps.

He knew how to help...

Only he knew...

Him...

The door to Ragatha's room creaks open

"Oh hey Pomni! How's your day go... Oh..." Ragatha notices Pomni is not any form of happy, if anything she looks like she's empty inside and wants to die...

"Oh you're not alright... Would you like to talk over tea..?"

"Mm... Will you let me vent properly?" Pomni groaned, still doubting that she won't pull out the whole everything is fine bullshit

"Oh- u-uhm- yes of- of course! Of course, i- i apologize for my past behavior, i really wasn't in my... B- best moments, at the time..." Ragatha stuttered. Don't stutter, you pretentious... ... Anyhow.

"Okay... Do you remember... Caine?" Ragatha already caught wind of the situation...

"The human with the dentures head? Yes, i remember him just fine, he restored us..."

"Yeah..."

"He was a good man, although didn't have the best manners he was alright nonetheless, knew how to make some laugh..." Ragatha and Pomni chuckled at the memory of Caine's wacky way with words. Jumping jellybeans? Seriously? That's a man right there!

A good dude...

"..." Pomni's pupils turned into black scribbles at the thought of him. The chuckling had faded as soon as it started, replaced by...

"I loved that human, if i'm being honest... He knew how to cheer me up, how to make the situation seem less bigger than it actually is... He knew how to kiss, god did he know..." Ragatha let out an "oh my" after hearing Caine kissed her, what else did they do..?!

"He... He was... He's amazing. Just that, amazing..." Pomni sighed, sipping on the tea she's given... "I loved him..." She began to sniff, putting down her cup.

"Oh dearie, come here-" Ragatha put down her cup and welcomed Pomni with open arms, knowing full well she needed to let it out of her system.

And that she did. Pomni got up and hugged Ragatha as tight as she could, and began to sob her lonely heart away, "He loved you too, Pomni, that cannot be denied..." Ragatha spoke as she held Pomni close. The poor jester, so alone...

How ironic.

She has friends, and yet she's lonely.

Caine had filled up a hole nobody could fill, and now that he's gotten out of the game after restoring everyone to their better conditions... That hole is empty once more, a gaping void and nothing to fill it.

How lonely this jester must be...

But it was necessary. He's free now.

[1toreyouapart]

Right Through Me

***FANFICTION THAT INVOLVES REAL PEOPLE. DON’T READ IF YOU DON’T LIKE THAT. 18+ MDNI***

Rae arrives on her former best friend’s doorstep, asking only for a place to stay while she gets back on her feet after moving across the country to escape her ex. Nick gladly opens his door to her, quickly pulling her into the fold with his friends and band mates.

Noah is just trying to survive. He wants to make it. Needs it. He has no time for anything other than the band. He’s got a point to prove. Nick’s friend challenges that and upends his entire world. She drives him crazy with her laid back, carefree ways.

Everyone can see the collision coming from a mile away, and nobody can stop it. Much less the two of them. Who will make it out in the end?

CW/TW: domestic violence, miscarriage, alcohol use, swearing, smoking, tobacco/vape use, smut, more to come as story is written.

So You’ll Do It?

“So. You’re joining us next month to help with merch?”

Rae turned to look at Matt. She hadn’t quite said yes to Noah or Folio. The offer was tempting. Not like she had anything else going on. And she could use the money. It wouldn’t be long before she ran out of it, and she didn’t want to rely even more on Folio when that happened. She cast a glance towards the kitchen where she saw Noah snicker before turning back to the stove. The little shit that he was.

“It appears I am. Yes.”

“Good. We could use the help. When does that come off?” He nodded towards her sling.

“About a week.”

She leaned back against the chair, keeping herself focused on the coffee table in front of her. A week she had been here. Most of it spent hanging out with Noah and Folio. Mostly Noah. Folio always had shit going on, and now with Sean out she was anxious. Didn’t matter that she was thousands of miles away. Nearly a two day drive away. So, any time Folio would be out for a bit she was here at Noah’s. It was how she ended up there today.

“Alright. Assuming there’s restrictions once it’s off?” Matt was all business. She kind of appreciated it.

“Yeah. Uh. 25 pound lifting limit and I can’t do certain motions with it for another six weeks after it’s off.”

Matt nodded, humming as he thought. Nervous she glanced back towards the kitchen. Noah was quick at work chopping something, looking up just long enough to give her a little half smile and nod of his head.

“We’ll have some stuff to figure out, but we’ve got nearly a month to figure it out. Welcome to the team.”

“It’s fine, Matt. I’ll help with the load in and load out for her.” Noah called from the kitchen as he dumped whatever he had been chopping into a pan.

“I’m not-“

“A charity case. I know. You tell me every day. However, you are injured. It’s not charity. It’s helping a friend.”

Rae paused. She had actually been about to say something different. Maybe she had told him that too much. Oops.

“I mean, I was going to say I’m not incapable of doing things.”

Noah laughed, and she couldn’t help but smile. He wasn’t so bad. Good God, he worked a lot, though. Almost always on his phone talking with Matt or the record label. And when he wasn’t doing that he was working on stuff for other bands. Always staying busy and productive. She was a little shocked he wasn’t on his phone right then.

“Noah’s got the right thinking, though. Those boxes are heavy. Don’t need you down to one arm again because you’re doing too much.” Matt interjected. “Anyway. I gotta run. Glad we could nail you down. Gotta keep fine tuning mixes.”

“Thanks, Matt. I’ll call you later about how we’re gonna do all this.”

“Later man,” Matt called over his shoulder as he headed out.

Rae sighed, listening as Noah’s music started back up again. Much like her he seemed to never do anything without music playing. Sean had always hated that. And God forbid she use headphones. Then she couldn’t hear him when he was yelling at her.

Anxiety bubbled low in her belly. The hair on the back of her neck stood up, sweat breaking out on her brow. Sean was going to find her. Maybe he already had. And then what would she do? She didn’t know the first thing about defending herself. Fuck. What if he found her here, at Noah’s? He would kill him, and all he was doing was being kind. Oh, fuck.

“Hey, Princess. You good?”

Noah knelt before her, holding her face in his hands. The worry in those deep brown eyes of hers almost broke her. Almost. She was stronger than that. If she could survive Sean she could handle a little concern thrown her way. Shaking her head she forced a smile, forcing the thoughts away.

“I’m fine.” She nodded quickly. “I’m fine.”

“I beg to differ, friend. You were damn near catatonic just now. Where did that pretty little head of yours go?” His thumb stroked her cheek as he spoke, soothing her slightly.

She wanted so badly to blurt it all out. To tell someone what she had been through. Get this giant elephant off her chest. Maybe she should? If Sean found her it was best someone knew. But she couldn’t tell anyone. Not yet. Telling someone meant she was a victim. Meant she was weak.

“I’m fine, Noah. Just thinking about stuff.” She kept her voice soft, her tone reassuring. Something she had learned to do to avoid Sean screaming and yelling. Avoid him throwing things. Him hitting her.

“Why don’t you come in the kitchen with me?” His eyes searched hers, clearly not believing her. “I could use your opinion on this sauce.”

“It smells amazing. You don’t need me in there.” Rae laughed, averting her gaze finally.

“Either you come with me willingly or I carry you in there. Choice is yours, Princess.” He smirked, challenging her.

Goddamn it.

“Noah-“

“Ope. Looks like I’m carrying you in there.”

Noah stood up, leaning back down, a triumphant grin on his face as he scooped her up. Her stomach lurched as he lifted her easily, heart racing. Squealing she wrapped her arms around his neck. She couldn’t help the swirl of butterflies in her belly as he carried her into the kitchen, depositing her on the counter. Nobody had ever carried her like that before. And Noah was doing it with a smile on his face, almost smug.

“Goddamn it. Noah, you can’t just make me do what you want.” Flustered she rubbed her palms on her thighs, willing away the blush creeping up her cheeks.

“You were in your head.” He shrugged, like it was really that simple. “Plus, what girl doesn’t like being swept off her feet?” He winked as he went back to cooking, humming along to the music.

She would have crossed her arms over her chest if she could have. Instead she settled for glaring at him as he pulled out a spoon, dipping it in the sauce he was making. Rae watched as he blew on it, cooling it off. God. He was such a smug little asshole sometimes. Always making her do things when she didn’t want to. Distracting her. Making her find her love of the small things again.

“Taste.” Not a question, an order as he brought the spoon up to her lips.

Rae stared at him, arching her brow. Eventually he would have to figure out that he couldn’t just make her do what he wanted.

“Rae. Open.”

She couldn’t help it. Something in the way he spoke to her, how he looked her in the eyes. Slowly her mouth opened, though she arched a brow in defiance.

Noah stuck the spoon in her mouth and she closed her lips around it, all the while keeping her eyes trained on his. Thyme, basil and garlic danced on her tongue, balancing out the sweetness of the tomato. Her eyes still trained on his she pulled back, swallowing.

Heart rate spiking she finally averted her eyes, looking down at the floor. That was quite possibly the most intimate thing she had ever done. How he had looked her in the eyes, held her gaze as he put the spoon in her mouth. The way his eyes had softened the as she took the spoon in her mouth and swallowed.

“It’s good.” Her voice cracked on the last word, heart beating frantically in her chest. “Noah. You can’t just go carrying girls like that under the guise of getting them out of their head.”

“And why can’t I pick you up like that, Princess?” He got right to the heart of it, like the perceptive little shit he was.

“Might make a girl think you care when you don’t,” she deflected. She was giving him dating tips. That was it.

“Huh. But what if I do care and want to carry you like that?”

“I’m not talking about me, Noah. I’m saying in general. Some girls might get offended by that.” She looked up at him, fighting the urge to kiss him. Five weeks since she had left Sean. She shouldn’t be having these butterflies over anyone, much less someone she had only known a week.

Noah moved in front of her, his hands gripping her thighs. She watched with bated breath as he pushed her thighs apart, stepping between them. Watched as he leaned in close, face hovering maybe an inch from hers, his eyes searching. A dull ache formed between her thighs as he looked at her, and it took everything in her to refrain from clenching her thighs around him.

“See, I kind of like how easy it is to just pick you up. How fucking easy it would be to kiss you right now,” he muttered, fingers tangling in her hair. “And I really like the idea of me personally erasing every memory you have of him.”

Right at the moment his lips touched hers, gentle, asking permission, Folio walked in.

“Goddamn it, Noah! You’re not allowed to fuck my best friend!”

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[valeskawhore]

SHERIFF! BIGBY WOLF!? X fem! Reader!

A/n: “So literally just finished my own interpretation of the telltales game, “The wolf among us” and I swear. I am Inlove with this man/hybrid, thingy.” So I figured why not write about it?

Here’s what it would be like for the one and only sheriff of Fable town to meet you..

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Arightly, we ALL know. This is pretty much basic information if you know anything about this man.

He doesn’t give a shit. Honest.

I mean, he cares. But especially with his “friendship” with snow in the series we all can already tell that this man has some serious authority issues.

He’s not used to people telling him what to do, and what to say or how to act. Bigby gets very offended in the series when one of the options for a response when beginning to talk to TJ about what he saw when Lilly died, snow asks bigby to be more “less like himself” he did not respond well..

He came from being the “big bad wolf” once upon a time. Nobody trusts him, and honestly, I think he prefers it that way.

All he’s ever done, or known for that matter is hurt. Pain. Being the one to always inflict it.

And because of this power of control, he was elected sheriff of fable town. Perhaps others in the higher power thought that it would be beneficial to work some of that natural rage out.

To wrap up, he’ll do things his way.. pretty often.

Depending on the circumstances always. Now if his way would put anyone in danger that he “cared” about on some kind of level, he’d avoid all conflict. He wants to change..

He just doesn’t know how. And he won’t trust anyone enough to show him.

Though.. when YOU came along..

You weren’t a fable, you weren’t rich.. you weren’t special.. you couldn’t turn into a troll or a fairy or even a wolf.

You were a mundy. A normie.

Ofcourse growing up in the “real” world your entire life, fairy tales were strictly “fairy tales” and that’s all there was to it.

On the way home one night from driving home, you drove into an unrecognizable neighborhood. But something about this place felt strange, almost like de ja vu..

Had you been here before..?

You saw a sign for the only sheriffs office in town and decided to stop their for directions.

The place was like a fucking motel..?

On the way to the elevator to find this office yourself, (since the fucking security guard was passed out cold) you bumped into a strong figure on the way in the elevator as he was coming out.

“Shit.. that was my last one,” the figure mumbled, his voice scratchy yet light.. familiar. The man took a step back and crossed his arms. His stair formed into one of disgust and annoyance.

The stranger took a step back and even.. EXAMINED you. He was tall.. stone cold even just by looking at him could you tell. His sniffed lightly, his nostrils expanding a little bit, with a wince, he finally spoke.

“A mundy huh?” He coughed out some smoke. A annoyed look on his face.

I stared at the man, confused and desperate for some sleep.. ‘did he say mundy? Or did I miss my medication today?.’ I questioned myself silently.

“Sir.. can you please repeat that?” I asked kindly, (or tried) I kept a smile on my face but even a dumbass like the tweedle twins could tell it was fake.

“Hm.” He scoffed a little. He pulled his hand up to his face and squeezed the bridge of his nose. “What can I help you with?” He grumbled, finally releasing his nose and crossing his arms once more. Trying to keep a smile, his was tense like my own.

Just two strangers staring at one-another, both tired and annoyed— trying to be polite.

I finally put my fake smile down and realized why I was even here to begin with. I tried to smile genuinely this time, “yes! Please I need to see the sheriff, or anyone honesty who can tell me where I am and why these roads are so confusing” I said that last part with a laugh, a shitty joke erupted from my nervousness. I mentally smacked myself.

This guy doesn’t wanna hear my shitty jokes.

The man tilted his head slightly and let out a loud sigh, “that’s me.. sheriff wolf.” I reached out my hand instantly for manners and mutual respect for the fact that we both obviously needed some good sleep and quiet.

He hesitantly shook my hand with a firm grip. His bottom lip puckered slightly, his jaw tense, though he didn’t let go my hand, just held it with quite the grip.

I stared at him and then down at our hands intertwined with eachothers. I let out a nervous laugh.. “hey Uhm—“

He cut me off, “well? Eh? You gonna tell me your fucking name or not.” His voice got stern, I felt myself shrinking under his gaze.

“Y/n” I laughed, but I felt a surge of sudden confidence take over me, my gaze locked on his, I squeezed his hand back just as hard, something about this seemed right.. our hands together.

“What’s your name sheriff?” I smiled,

The man stared me down, his eyes went to our hands then back to my eyes. I felt him shake in my grasp, whether with anger or fear, I didn’t know.. but I wasn’t some cute little girl.

“Bigby— sheriff bigby.” And he ripped his hand out of mine. His hands tensed, curling up into fists at his sides. “You’re in fable town, you must have taken a wrong turn missy. Cause this is NOT where you’re supposed to be.”

He warned, I laughed.

“I’d love an escort sheriff.”

“I don’t have a car”

“Big guy like you walks around eh?”

He growled, obviously not finding me amusing whatsoever. “Here” he took out a little note pad, he gave me the address for somewhere else.

“Follow the signs sweetheart” and with that, he walked away. The crumbled up piece of paper laid on the ground near my feet, I snatched it up with a scowl on my face.

“Fucking asshole.”

You didn’t know what to think of this guy, and that bothered you because you were the typa girl to always have a plan and analyze everything and everyone. You couldn’t read this guy, something about him.. felt so primal.. so inhuman.

His eyes, his canines, the facial hair even. The way he smelled for jimminy Christmas. He wasn’t normal,

Then again who was nowadays?

He was an asshole, stubborn and irritable over the smallest thing.. but.. why ..

Why couldn’t you stay away from him…?

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

You were annoyingly pretty. Almost suspicious.

Faith was dead, now Lilly, fables running around town causing shit with nothing better to do.. and now you?

He wouldn’t buy that ‘just got lost’ bullshit. Something was weird about this girl.. too eye catchy and doll like. Fragile and confident all the more. He needed to find out more about you.

You owed him a new pack of smokes too.

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OC In 3 Tag!

Let's go with some of the cast from Crash Stardom! for this one!!!

Tristan Mallory

Habits (Stay High) - Tove Lo, Rain Paris cover

I gotta stay high all the time

To keep you off my mind, ooh, ooh

High all the time

To keep you off my mind, ooh, ooh

Spend my days locked in a haze

Tryna forget you

I'll Be There For You - Walk The Earth

When the tears are rolling down

Like a river to the ocean

And there's no one else around

You won't question my devotion

Everybody needs somebody

And you got me

You know that I know that you know that

I'll be there for the highs and lows

Give you mine if your heart gets broke

By your side, when you're all alone

I will be there

When you're down, d-down on your luck

No ride home and you got too drunk

Two A.M. I'mma pick you up

I will be there, ay

I Hate Myself - Citizen Soldier

I wish that I had somebody to call when I am not okay

I wish that I had anyone who cared when I am in that place

I wish I could have a mental breakdown

Without turning my life into a ghost town

So many things I would change

But more than anything

I wish somebody loved me as much as I hate myself

I wish somebody listened as much as I go through hell

Noah Mallory

Death of A Hero - Alec Benjamin

He was doing lines or something in the bathroom

I barely recognized him at all

I saw him doing things you shouldn't do with all that power

I wish someone would have thrown him in the shower

I barely recognized him at all

That night I put my youth in a casket

And buried it inside of me

That night I saw through all the magic

Now I'm a witness to the death of a hero

I burned all the pictures in the attic

And threw away the magazines

That night I saw through all the magic

And now I'm a witness to the death of a hero

I tried to look away but you can't look away from a trainwreck

I'm Not Famous - AJR

You never heard of me

Or the weird shit I do and say

That's my favorite thing

That I'm not famous, no

And I'm never on TV

Throwing up on an LA street

Nobody judges me

Cause I'm not famous, no

Paparazzi is at an all time low

Paparazzi they don't care where I go

Brother - NeedToBreathe

Ramblers in the wilderness

We can't find what we need

We get a little restless from the searching

Get a little worn down in between

Like a bull chasing the matador

Is the man left to his own schemes

Everybody needs someone beside 'em

Shining like a lighthouse from the sea

Brother, let me be your shelter

Never leave you all alone

I can be the one you call

When you're low

Brother, let me be your fortress

When the night winds are driving on

Be the one to light the way

Bring you home

Beck Staudder

Nightmare - Avenged Sevenfold

Now your nightmare comes to life

Dragged you down below, down to the devil's show

To be his guest forever (peace of mind is less than never)

Hate to twist your mind, but God ain't on your side

An old acquaintance severed (burn the world your last endeavor)

Flesh is burning, you can smell it in the air

'Cause men like you have such an easy soul to steal (steal)

So stand in line while they ink numbers in your head

You're now a slave until the end of time here

Nothing stops the madness turning

Haunting, yearning, pull the trigger

2. Another Way Out - Hollywood Undead

I wish there was another way out

Voices won't go away, they stay for days and days

They say some awful things, ways to make you fade away

I don't think no one's home and we're just here alone

I better find you first before you find the phone

Better run, better run, better run, yeah, I'm coming after you

When you're sleeping at night, yeah, there's nothing you can do

There's no place you can hide 'cause I'm coming after you

I wish there was another way out for you

Wish there was another way out for you

I wish there was another way out

3. So Cold - Ben Cocks, Nikisha Reyes-Pile

Oh, you can't hear me cry

See my dreams all die

From where you're standing

On your own

It's so quiet here

And I feel so cold

This house no longer

Feels like home

[...]

You caused my heart to bleed and

You still owe me a reason

'Cause I can't figure out why

Why I'm alone and freezin'

While you're in the bed that she's in

And I'm just left alone to cry

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[collidescopeeyes]

I love your recent swain hc! Can u pls write modern swain who would always receive handwritten notes thats always attached on his lunchbox from reader, but if reader is upset or mad at him there would be no notes or his lunchbox's food is just a plain bread

This is so fucking funny asdlkjskh

Modern!Swain misses his handmade lunches after a fight

- Swain always looks forward to your lunches, they're a highlight to his day. Not only are you a fantastic cook, but it's a little reminder that you care in the middle of what's usually a busy and high-stress day. He keeps every single note in a little box in the bottom of his desk, and if he ever needs a pick-me-up to get him through the day he reads a few at random.

- You don't fight often, but the absence of your little notes stings worse than anything you say in the heat of the moment. If he gets a lunch with no note he's spending the rest of the work day trying to figure out how to make it up to you.

- This time though, he fucked up. He's been busier than usual lately and you got into an argument about his awful work-life balance; you mentioned that it felt like he wasn't putting in much effort and he said maybe you should be putting in less effort. Instant regret but the damage was done, you storm off and he resigns himself to the doghouse. Still, his lunchbox is still on the counter when he wakes up (it's an expensive couch but it ain't built for sleeping on), so maybe you're not that mad at him? Still, he resolves to apologize as soon as you're ready to talk.

- Lowkey he's dreading lunch all work day. The upside is he gets plenty of work done; no one's dares to bother him considering the aura of death he's radiating. Rumors start circulating about who's gonna get fired but Darius tells them not to worry, he's just sulking cuz his wife's mad at him. That starts a whole other round of rumors–you’re so nice, wtf did he do to get you mad at him??

- How does Darius know this? Well. You ran into him in line at the coffee shop you both frequent and you ended up venting to him–it's obvious you're upset and he's a surprisingly good listener. You walk away feeling better and resolve to talk to Swain once he gets home–you were maybe being a bit petty with the lunch thing and you’re sure he'll apologize and you’ll work things out together if you give him a chance. Oh, but if Darius didn't have lunch for today already, did he want this? You prep everything the night before since Swain leaves so early, but you hate wasting food so you just took it with you. It's the least you could give him for hearing you out, plus it saves you trying to eat two lunches today.

- He accepts, obviously, partially cuz you're a great cook and partially cuz he doesn't want to turn you down. On his way into work though it occurs to him, if you're giving him Swain's lunch then wtf does Swain have? He has to know.

- Swain's pretty punctual, so Darius just shows up to his office at lunch time–he has some actual business matters he needs to talk to him about anyway, co-owner to co-owner. Definitely not because this is the most entertaining thing Darius has seen since Swain was stressing out over you introducing him to your parents. Nope. Swain actually welcomes the distraction at first–Darius rarely has lunch with him so it must be important.

- Picture this. Swain, opening his lunch box to a single slice of white bread. Unbuttered. He stares. He looks up. Darius, shit eating grin, unpacking his lunch. And Swain knows that's his fucking lunch, that's all the stuff you had in the kitchen and your cooking and Darius doesn't even like cheese.

- You know that meme where one kid gets the cute bear cutout bread and the other one gets crust with a bear shaped hole in the middle? Yeah.

- Neither of them says a word. You could cut the silence with a knife. Swain gets up and leaves without another word. He's taking a half-day and nobody dares stop him. Actually no, he's taking a long weekend, Darius can manage without him and if he can't, that's his personal problem. He's got a heartfelt apology to make.

- (He does in fact apologize, you sort it out and you go on a nice weekend trip together. Darius will insist this was part of his plan. Honestly the company couldn't handle it if you two fought for much longer, and employees everywhere offer up a thanks to your benevolence–being around Swain when he's in a bad mood is stressful.)

[gabriel-xander]

Don't Forget

[Sans x Female!Reader]

30: Do It be Squirting? Of Course It Does, I'm a Water Sign

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It doesn’t take long to get used to Sans’ new look, though you think it was uncomfortable for him at first from all the call-outs he’s been getting from the past 2 weeks. It hasn’t been negative comments by any means (that you know of, Sans has been the one telling you about this experience of his), but that kind of attention isn’t something he’s used to.

You had jokingly asked him if he wanted you to act like an overly possessive girlfriend so people would leave him alone. He only blushed and said: “well, i’m not gonna discourage you if you think it’s best.”

…BUT HE DIDN’T SAY ANYTHING ABOUT YOU CALLING YOURSELF HIS GIRLFRIEND–Chat, what could this mean!?!? Maybe you’re a little obsessed about this subject, but you can’t be blamed when your last relationship wasn’t this complicated.

Papyrus’s comment about it was pretty funny to you the day he came back, too.

“OH, YOU FINALLY GOT OUT OF THAT EMO PHASE. WELL DONE, BROTHER.”

Poor Sans.

All in all, it’s been a pretty chill past few weeks. Staying in Sans’ room is so much better than that couch. You didn’t realize how much you missed having privacy until you moved into Sans’ room. Though… Would you be too straightforward if you told the shorter skeleton that you wouldn’t mind sharing? He already went out of his way to move his stuff out, but maybe it’s too soon.

And today you find yourself with your head upside down from the side of the bed, raising your legs up in the air because you find comfort in the strangest positions.

“You get what I mean though, right? Marcine totally wants me.”

“…My child, I do not think that’s what it means. Could it not just be that this Marcine girl does not like you?” Toriel asks.

“It makes sense!” You gasp suddenly, sitting up with wide eyes, “She wants me sooo bad, that she’s trying to deny it by being mean! You know what that’s called? A tsundere!”

You hear your goat mom sigh heavily in disappointment.

You still call Toriel pretty regularly, once a week every Wednesday when it’s your day off. You keep her updated on your lore in Snowdin, gossiping about the people when something minor happens. You already made plans to visit her in 2 weeks (given enough time after your adventure to the AU) and you’re excited to see her!

The only thing you’ve omitted is Sans.

You have no idea where Toriel stands with him, but if your memory serves you right, then she is interested in him, right? If she likes him, then you can’t bring yourself to tell her how your relationship has developed with him. You make sure to say he’s been good to you, but you don’t say anything more than that.

You hope to keep it this way.

“By the way, my child, there is something I have been wondering. Is that friend of ours–Sans, yes? Is he alright?” Toriel asks, “I haven’t heard from him in quite a while, he stopped visiting almost a month ago. I know he’s okay because you’ve mentioned him once or twice, but… I can’t help but worry.”

Okay, dude.

What.

The flip.

You’ve been in Snowdin for about… Wow, it’s been over 2 months now. Including the time you spent with Toriel too, you’ve been in the Underground for almost 3 months?

Dang.

Does your family miss you? You want to think they do since sometimes your mind tells you that nobody gives a shit about you. You hope they miss you, but at the same time, you would feel less guilty for being gone if they didn’t care. Hurt? Yes, you would be so hurt if they didn’t actually care. But you’re not ready to accept the guilt and reality that they miss you when you are living your best life.

You know for damn sure that Elliot has definitely been looking for you. Elliot is too righteous and has the perseverance to do things like that. The selfish part of you wants him to find you down here and you two can be gay and happy. But the other part wants him to stay safe and not get caught up in this mess.

ANYWAY-

“Sans stopped visiting you a month ago? Really?” You squint your eyes at the weird stain on the wall, “Uhh… Let me think what happened a month ago…”

A month ago, a month ago… What happened a month ago? Isn’t that when you and the monster started getting closer and friendlier? Wait, yeah. That’s around the time he took you to that thrift store and you two started getting cheesy as fuck with each other.

Oh.

Oh no.

‘Sans, you beta bitch,’ You think miserably. ‘Don’t tell me you forgot to see Toriel because you were busy lollygagging with ME?! Noooo!’

“Uh… No, I-I can’t think of… why he would do that. All the-All the sudden,” You clear your throat, cringing at your words, “Uh, I can, you know, I can talk to him. Later. When I see him. Later.”

God, why are you so shit at lying or avoiding the truth? Why can’t you be normal?

“Thank you, my child. You know, when you first moved in with him, he spoke of you so much,” Toriel says with a teasing tone, “He seemed to have taken a liking to your company. Well, aside from your sick week when you arrived there.”

You scrunch your nose up, “Oh, he told you about that?”

“I DID make him promise to watch over you. And speaking of which, you did not have another run-in with that flower, have you?”

“Now that you mention it, no I haven’t…” That should be good news, but all it does is make you nervous. “How about you? He didn’t try showing himself to you, right?”

“No, I have not seen him at all,” Toriel tells you, “Oh! That reminds me, I need to tell you about that little monster, Migosp. You remember him, yes? He was your little dance buddy for a while, and told me to tell you he said hello.”

“Oh yeahh! I remember him!”

“He finally finished his higher education, and wants to start professional ballet!”

──

You go to Grillby’s after your call with Toriel, lucky that he wasn’t so busy that he couldn’t take a couple of minutes to talk. You apologized profusely that you didn’t ask for time off sooner, but that it was a little sudden on Sans’ part. When Grillby asked why and where you were going, you told him what Sans told you to tell Grillby, and it was the same story you told Pollux yesterday before your shift ended.

The story is that Sans, apparently, wants to take you out for a vacation in the Capital. Hopefully, you guys don’t lose track of time, but the plan will be that you’ll be back in 10 days.

Grillby, somehow, gives you a knowing look. “I’m glad you two finally worked things out and got together. Hearing Sans pine after you was starting to get exhausting.”

…UM? HELLO? WHAT?

You raise your eyebrows and put your hands on your hips, “What? And how long was this happening for?”

“Hm… A short while after you started working for me.”

Jesus. So it really was the night he took you thrift shopping that things started to change for him?

You make a thinking pose because you are The Thinker™: “That’s… I didn’t think Sans would be the type to be interested in someone that fast.”

You know damn well you were still serious about wanting to bend Grillby over the counter during that time. But now that you think about it, you stopped thinking that way around the same time, too.

Sigh. Those were the days for sure.

Dang, love really changes a bitch. No, you’re not in love with Sans, but it sounded better than the other L word.

Yes, that’s right.

Lice-

No. The other L word: Lesbian–

NO–It’s “like.”

“I’m surprised too, but,” Grillby mimics your pose, “I feel it’s because you guys are pretty similar. But you’re not so similar that you’re his carbon copy, but rather that–you’re like his other half.”

Oh, Grillby. He has such a way with words with his soothing voice that makes his words sound like law.

You nervously laugh at the implications, “Oh, come on, dude. You make it sound like it was meant to be or something.”

“Perhaps it was. I’ve known Sans for a long time, I think of him as one of my best friends. And one thing I’ve learned about him is that he doesn’t believe in coincidences. To him, things happen for a reason, because they’re meant to happen and need to happen.”

…Maybe that’s all you need to know for now.

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You’ve packed and got your shit ready after talking with Grillby. Today has been going pretty fast, with one thing after another being done like a checklist of tasks you need to complete.

Let’s see, you got your vacation weeks with Pollux and Grillby. You texted Napstablook that you’ll be MIA for two weeks, called Toriel for the same reason. And you packed some clothes while Sans took your stuff into that void he has because he’s a magic man. Uhh… Oh, right. You just finished talking to Papyrus about your trip as well.

Sans had already talked to him about what you two will be doing. To your surprise, Papyrus really didn’t seem interested in “DJ-ing” across space and time. Still, he said he’ll watch the house and wish you both luck on your journey.

How sweet.

Now you are waiting in the workshop on the blue beanbag, waiting for Sans to finish some last-minute packing. You tried sitting in the pink beanbag but it felt wrong since you internally dubbed it as Sans’ spot.

You wonder how this adventure is going to turn out. You still have no idea what the hell you guys are supposed to do once you get there. Why does Sans need you to pack for a 2-week trip, does he think that’s how long it’ll take you? You’re lucky you got paid in advance, if necessary then you two can stay at the inn at Snowdin.

You wonder how Pollux would be swapped in UnderSwap. You can already guess that Callimare and Snowmill would swap with each other, that would be interesting to see. Oh, and Grillby!!

You can’t remember everything about UnderSwap, but you know the basic main characters and how they swapped with each other. Man, you wish you were still in your hardcore AU fan phase, you feel like a fake fan now.

The door of the workshop opens up, coming in Sans who locks the door behind himself.

You stand up with some struggle. You could be the most fit and athletic person on the planet, but getting up from a limp beanbag will always keep you humble.

The skeleton’s smile widens when he turns to you, reaching into his pocket for something.

“hey, got you something real quick.” Sans pulls out a small white gift bag that still has the tag attached to it.

You snort while taking it from him, “You got me something?”

“yeah, it’s just a little… anyway, hope you like it.”

You reach into the little bag to pull out a light blue lanyard key-chain, decorated with little white bones. There was another clip on the other side of it that you could hook to your pants belt loops. There was already a red key attached to the big silver ring, though you have no idea where it could possibly go. Sans had the decency to remove the tag from the lanyard at the very least.

“i noticed you have our house key and the workshop key on that little string, so i thought you could use one,” He explains, “it’ll make me less nervous about you losing it by accident, too.”

You smile warmly as he takes the bag from you, making it disappear into whatever ether or void he puts his things in. You cup the red key, noticing the top part is vaguely shaped into a heart.

You lift it to him, “And where does this go?”

The skeleton’s cheeks flare up red; he looks away from you and rubs the side of his face. “it’s the key to my heart.”

…

…

…

THIS CORNY MOTHER FUCKER HE DID NOT-

“Did you really get a fake key for that pun?”

“yeah, did you like it?”

“Dude, I love it,” You say honestly with a grin, “It’s taking everything in me not to cheese so hard right now.”

Sans sighs heavy in relief, “good, ‘cause you really had me nervous there.”

“Oh, sorry!” You laugh, reaching into your pants pockets for your other keys, “Sans, this is so sweet, thank you. Aw, I feel kind of bad that I don’t have anything to give you.”

He waves his hand dismissively, going around you towards the machine, “nah, don’t worry. i bought it spontaneously since i saw it was the only one at the shop.”

“Still, thank you!”

You’re busy trying to get the keys through the metal loop while Sans prepares the machine. Even in the Underground, these stupid ass metal loops are the bane of your existence.

You didn’t want to be dramatic with your reaction, but you actually really love this gift. You like receiving gifts a LOT and you think you mentioned it before. But you’d be surprised if Sans remembered that and got you the lanyard for that reason. Finally getting your two other keys attached, you clip the lanyard to your belt loop on your dominant-hand side. You tuck the keys in your pocket so the strap part can still be visible.

Ah, you feel so fancy now. It’s a no-brainer why Sans got you this one. You have a strong feeling it wasn’t the only one at the shop.

“Oh, by the way…” You might as well bring it up now, “I got an interesting call from Toriel today.”

He tenses up, “oh, yeah? what about?”

“She said you haven’t visited her in a month. But why? Did you guys have a fight or something?”

“if i tell you, you can’t be mad at me, okay?”

You give him the side eye, “Okay…?”

“…i forgot-”

“-WHAT!?”

“i forgot,” He turns back to you with an apologetic smile, “if i’m not continuing my hotdog business, then i’m hanging out with you. and if i’m not hanging out with you, then i’m working on the dj–but that’s only been a recent thing.”

“So before the DJ machine, what were you doing if you weren’t hanging out with me?”

“can you remember a time when we weren’t together?”

…Okay, fair. You two hang out together a lot even if it’s to do nothing at all. Sometimes you will have an adventure with Papyrus and Sans, but if you weren’t working, you were with the skeletons.

You feel so sad for Toriel. You bet she looks forward to talking to Sans with how lonely she is at the Ruins. You don’t want to be the person who ruins that for her just because you and Sans are in a honeymoon phase.

“When we get back, you should visit her again, and more regularly, too. Other than me, you’re the only person who talks to her, man,” You cross your arms, “I’m actually visiting her for a week after we get back. Maybe you should come with me, or at the very least “drop me off” there so you can see her.”

Sans looks away for a moment before meeting your eyes, “yeah, that should be fine. probably won’t stay, but i’ll be your chaperone.”

“Cool beans. Now!” You clap your hands together, “Are we ready to roll?”

“first things first.”

Sans makes a shooing motion so you can back up, giving more space in front of the machine. There’s a back flicker in your vision, and next thing you know there’s a metal, circular platform on the ground. In the small cracks between the metal plates, you can see a faint glow of teal color.

“Woah, did you make this?” You ask with an impressed smile.

Your skeleton boy only shrugs, “eh, it helps a lot that gaster did most of it when he was still around. all i did was fix it up and put it back together.”

“Come on, don’t downplay yourself like that. It’s still really impressive that your knowledge and expertise can extend to engineering and building it.”

Being cursed with an embarrassed blush, he says nothing but extends out his hand. You take it and let him lead you to get up on the platform. It looks big enough that Sans could fit on it with you. Was that intentional, or did Sans have to modify it for that?

“okay,” Sans starts with a sigh, standing in front of the machine to make some last-minute checks on it, “do you have your stuff ready and packed?”

“Yes, sir. All packed and it should be in your cool void shortcut thingy, remember?”

“that’s right, but you gotta be the one to remember that. i use it so much that i forget it most times. now, are you ready?

The machine pops open a panel on the terminal, producing something that looks like a modern phone but more chunky. It matches the look of the DJ, but you don’t get a closer look at it since he pockets it immediately.

“If I’m honest, I’m a little nervous,” You chuckle weakly, “but I’m ready as I’ll ever be.”

The Comic steps onto the circular platform and holds his hand out again. You gladly take it and give it a small squeeze. He’s wearing his pink gloves today, you like his pink gloves.

“i got you, okay?” Sans brings back your attention to him, “you don’t gotta worry ‘bout a thing.”

You don’t feel as though you need to say anything in turn, so you just nod at his words earnestly. With a nod in return, he takes the device out of his pocket and presses a few things on its screen.

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You don’t realize you have blacked out until you’re slowly opening your eyes again.

Woah, it felt like you just took a long blink, but your body is telling you that you blacked the fuck out.

You feel the snow under your body, vaguely aware of the snow-covered trees of Snowdin forest. Right above in your vision was Sans; your head was lying on his (somehow, magically) firm lap. One of his hands was brushing your hair back from your face, the other placed on your shoulder near your neck.

If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he was checking for your pulse (which is steady, by the way). His eyes are trained right ahead of himself, almost like he was keeping watch.

You put your hands by your side to get up, but his hands press down on you forcing you to stay down.

Sans looks down with relief, all tension leaving his shoulders. “hey, how’re you feeling?”

“Uhh… I feel fine, actually. But why did I pass out in the first place?” You ask.

“the short of it is that you’re not used to shortcuts like i am. when i do it and take you with me, it was only those few times, but that’s with a small amount of magic. the dj is like a huge shortcut with a larger amount of magic being used. the amount of it put a strain on your body so you passed out,” Sans pats your shoulder and head lightly and out of rhythm, “but other than that, you’re completely fine. i was just waiting for you to wake up.”

You furrow your eyebrows together, “Are you okay? That must’ve freaked you out. I know I would’ve been scared.”

He grimaces, “i… i knew it would happen, so i was prepared for it.”

“You knew??”

“i’m sorry, really. but you said you were nervous and i didn’t want to scare you even more. you were always going to be completely okay.”

“Aye, Sans…” You groan, bringing your cold hands to rub your face, “I… Ugh. I understand where you’re coming from, but next time something like this happens, I want you to tell me. Especially when it involves me, you know, passing out.”

“yeah, of course. i will now, okay? i swear.”

“Good, good.”

Finally, he helps you sit up, making sure you really are okay. He stands up first and helps you up after. You dust the snow off yourself while Sans does the same. Your hands are freezing since your dumb-ass forgot your gloves. You don’t know why you didn’t think to wear them.

…Could you get away with asking Sans for his? Would they even fit you?

You look around the area, not noticing a difference between this Snowdin versus yours.

“Is this it?”

“yeah, seems like it.”

You shuffle closer to him when he pulls out the strange phone from his shorts pocket. The screen is showing off the same shit that was on the DJ, so you can probably call this thing a mini DJ.

“this is what’s gonna help us go back to our au when it’s time. and…” Sans furrows his brows, “it’s supposed to help us look for whatever it is we need to look for.”

“Oh, shit. So this can track it for us?”

“well, it should, but it’s not showing me anything for some reason.”

“Is it broken?”

“it shouldn’t be. hm… maybe we’re missing something…”

You snort, “What, like how I had to tell you about Gaster before the DJ could start working?”

You can see the displeasure on his wavering smile, “yeah, something like that.”

Oh, no. You’re worried that it WILL be something like that. You know, the big rule Sans said to you about NOT interacting with anyone here! What if you have to tell the UnderSwap versions about your journey if that’s actually the case?

Since Sans is more familiar with Snowdin, and so far nothing looks too different, he takes the lead with taking you guys out of the forest. While the mini DJ is kind of useless right now, Sans opted for it to be put away in his void just in case. You walk close to him while rubbing your hands together, wishing you thought ahead of time.

You’re just about to finally bite the bullet and ask Sans, but he laughs while he removes his gloves. He hands them over to you with a grin, mumbling a little “here ya go.”

[Your hands are rather small, so they engulf your hands. / You think your hands are average-sized, but they’re still big on you surprisingly. / You have pretty big hands, so they fit very snuggly and comfortingly.]

“We should get a matching pair,” You beam with a smile, “Wouldn’t that be cute?”

“ah-ha ha, uh, yeah. the cutest.”

You pout, “You don’t sound excited.”

“no, no. i just… man, i really did luck out with you.”

You look at him only to find he’s already looking at you with that wholesome, derpy smile of his. Like he really is looking at something that has been the greatest introduction to his life. You don’t know how to handle that, how can you handle that amount of pressure?

It’s your turn to look away this time, flustered and your face is warming up to boot. “You keep saying that…”

“hm? because it’s true.”

“OKAY, BUCKO!!” You cross your arms over your chest, “If you’re gonna keep saying cute shit like that, then I’m gonna have you smooch you in the middle of this fucking forest!!”

“but–i won’t say no to that, but do you have to sound so aggressive about it??”

“YES, BRUH! ‘CAUSE YOU’RE BEING SO WHOLESOME AND SHIT!!”

“‘…bruh?’” Sans’ grin widens in amusement, “i thought you said you liked the romantic fairy-tale stuff.”

Yeah, but you didn’t expect Sans to be so… wholesome and sweet. You think you expected him to be more closed off and pulled away from you. Maybe he’d have more trust issues with you or probably be a little more insecure? But if you thought that way then perhaps you’re projecting because (so far at least) he’s been nothing but kind to you and open. He doesn’t shy away from affection and while PDA isn’t his favorite, he’s not scared to be open about his attraction towards you.

Damn.

You’re not ready to say it just yet in return, but you really lucked out with Sans, too.

You dramatically roll your eyes at his earlier remark: “Oh, so you remember that but not the bagel from-”

“-enough with the bagel. i got you that bagel eventually, didn’t i?!”

“Maybe.”

“what do you mean ‘maybe’–i did get you that bagel!”

“I know, but you’re fun to tease,” You bump into his side, smirking at his eye-roll, “Awe, look at you trying not to get mad at me. Want me to kiss it better?”

“are you gonna keep teasing me with that or are you actually gonna ki-woah!”

“WAHH!!”

You don’t know who triggered it (Sans would never admit it, but he definitely felt something under his foot), but a trap was set off suddenly as you were walking. A large net was hidden beneath the snow, capturing both you and Sans with finesse. The net suspends in the air and the inertia makes you both jump and get tangled with each other, limps caught in the ropes.

Sans was nearly fully on top of you, but you’d rather that than accidentally hurt him by crushing him, no matter how light or heavy you think you are. His low defense and HP are a constant reminder in your mind in moments that require any labor from him. Even if his bony body is digging in you uncomfortably at the moment, this is a much-preferred outcome for you.

“ugh… [y/n], are you okay…?” He asks.

“Are you? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” You counter.

“hey, i asked you first.”

“I’m fine, just–I think my foot is caught in the damn net.”

Your bone boy sighs in relief, “good. uh, i think i’m fine, but my arm is-”

Shutting the fuck up fast, you two become still to listen to the sudden crunch of snow, footsteps getting closer and closer. You and Sans look at each other, silently asking each other who the fuck that could even be. Who would be unhinged enough to set a fucking net in the middle of this fucking forest?!

“OH-HO-HO! WHAT’S THIS?! A HUMAN AND AN EVIL DOPPELGANGER ALL IN ONE CATCH! MWEH-HEH HEH!”

Oh, God.

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A/N: REEHEEHEEEE! Just a little reminder that UnderSwap Sans speaks in Comic Sans all caps, and UnderSwap Papyrus speaks in Papyrus all lowercase! I hope this won’t be too much of an issue or too confusing. For some reason, all lowercase just FEELS more Comic Sans to me, but oh well. It is what it is. Another thing, I always do the best of my ability to research CANON information about the AU’s, but a lot of time there isn’t much because either: the Original Creator abandoned it so the majority of the content is fanon, OR because the fanon version becomes much more popular than canon. That being said, for now and future content relating to any AUs, please forgive me in advance if I get any canon information wrong, or if the characters are out of character. Unless the canon information is actually shit itself (side eye to Nightmare Sans), do not bitch to me because your head-canon of this character or that character doesn’t meet your needs. You’re free to drop this story if any of that upsets you or if it’s not what you’re looking for! Heart emoji

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[youremyheaven]

https://www.tumblr.com/youremyheaven/757354769389109248/i-had-some-perspective-altering-sex-with-this?source=share

didi i am thats college anon i think you need tobtell your beauty secret or they mantra and tantra you are doing you are just attracting Venusian man like 🧲🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️ how... the half of eorld is mad for you spell the secrete didi ( i am tsking notes ) hehe 😈😈😈😈

I've been chanting mantras for years 😭😭😭so that definitely could be why. I worship one tantric Goddess who I feel deeply connected to and then I worship another non-tantric Goddess. I firmly believe we should worship who calls to us??? Like I felt called by her to worship her. SHE chose me.

Ngl my whole life, I've had guys go crazy for me 😌 and imo I wasn't as pretty then (as a teenager) as I am now as a 24yr old woman but over the years I've attracted men who would literally do anything for me 😭 and I'm pretty sure I mention the "he's been asking me out for a year, the other guy's been obsessed with me for 5years etc" but that's the thing, no one who's ever wanted me stops wanting me and I literally don't have to do anything. I don't talk to them. I don't go out with them. I give them absolutely nothing in return but now I realise that all these men are most likely Venusians bc nobody else will love you like that.

I've had all kinds of encounters with men and many have been unpleasant so it's not like every man I see is a lovesick Venusian who worships me or anything but yeah I am a magnet for Venusian men 😭😭😭

I've also been practicing tantra yoga for years now and I think my sexual energy is very well developed 😌and potent 😳

People who say things like "I attract the wrong kind of attention bc I'm sexy" are lowkey deluding themselves ngl, I'm not saying you'll never meet creeps (that's not something you can control) but well cultivated sexual energy (qi as the Chinese call it) makes people respect you and worship you. It's very powerful. There's a reason why ancient Indian temples have sexual iconography, it's because sexual energy is so potent 🤌

I've never deliberately tried to seduce men tbh. I won't lie, I've cultivated a certain amount of physical magnetism 😳 but I feel like the less I care or the less "bhaav" (attention) I give them, the more they want me. I don't do it on purpose. I'm just not someone who can text and call someone frequently, I really need my alone time and I HATEEEE talking about myself (ik I talk about myself a lot on this blog but if you pay attention you'll know how little I actually share) I hate being asked questions about my life 😭 even irl 😭 and I genuinely dislike the whole "getting to know someone" stage 😭 I feel drained sharing my inner world with others??? Irl I don't speak much 😭to most people and I prefer the company of those I can be comfortably silent with 😭 like I make small talk with many people and THEY share their deepest darkest secrets with me and I occasionally say TMI shit like I do on my blog but in general very few people could name 5 things about me lmao 💀 I think me being very private has made me more "mysterious" and "intriguing" (that's what I hear from people) and it increases the desire that one feels. The more hard to reach somebody is, the more you want them etc 👀

So the key is probably not being constantly available, not really caring about them, minding your own business, maintaining yourself and being conventionally feminine 🤌🤌🤌🤠

[jingchu-time]

TW: Discussion of Child Abuse and Suicide.

Just me theorizing about Arturo's past for a little bit. Normally I'd make this a proper post but Nico analysis work has drained me so y'all are getting bullets instead.

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- So I'm like 85% sure that Arturo probably came from an abusive background.

- Arturo secret puts importance on the idea that him leaving his former situation is what caused his sister's suicide. He brings up how he shouldn't have to be blamed for wanting to live his own life.

- (This is clearly being done to push him and J as foils to each other. Shocked how nobody has noticed that, but that idea is for a different post.)

- Clearly Arturo's home wasn't a good place to live. My guess is that Arturo's parents were some form of abusive and it negatively affected both Arturo and his sister.

- When it comes to abusive households, many little siblings end up being left behind by older siblings the moment the older siblings find a chance to escape the household. Sometimes bringing the younger sibling along is too big of a risk.

- This was likey what Arturo ended up having to do. Sadly, doing so led to the worse outcome, her deciding to kill herself.

- For Arturo, who likey didn't have much of a choice in leaving her there, this has to be traumatizing in itself. The idea that it's all your fault that younger sister would kill herself because you were selfish enough to leave her there all alone. Guilt like that eats at you.

- Then (probably) years later, now that you've pushed that part of your past away, you're forced to have all that shit resurface in a killing game of all places.

- There is no escaping the guilt no matter how hard you deny the idea. It's especially difficult if everyone immediately agrees that you're the scum of the earth, no matter what you say.

- (I feel that the whole "Attacking Eden with a Scapole" thing was was likey because Arturo was triggered by having to hear about his secret. Him becoming angry and physically aggressive is one thing, but the instant sweating and the way he goes to try to gain control over the situation says a lot (not feeling in control is a sign of being triggered).

- (The way he acted seemed less like he was actually going to kill Eden and more that he was trying to scare her into keeping quiet. Less about actually hurting her for bringing it up his secret at all and more about keeping control over her so that she wouldn't dare try to reveal his secret to the others.)

- (That's just my thoughts tho. I could be wrong, who knows.)

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Also, I'm not trying to defend his actions or anything, just thought I'd give my thoughts and theories about him.

(Sorry this post is messy, might tidy it up later, might not.)